Warning: The following story contains... mildly humorous moments. The story is starring Rosy, so you know there's going to be some adult themes in there. I'm not sure about the age rating, so I'll just leave it up to you.
Rachel Newberry woke up to the sound of construction vehicles, loud traffic, and heated arguments going on in the lower floors. Compared to where she used to live, this was great. She rubbed her eyes, and sat up, noticing how wet she was. It wasn't much of a surprise, she'd had another wet dream about her and Jonathan.
She rolled her eyes. Another dream about Jonathan. "I really need to stop this." She said to herself. "That guy is just a business partner, and we are just friends with benefits! Why does he end up in just about every wet dream I have?!"
She got out of bed, ignoring the stains she left behind. She never cleaned them, and the whole bed smelled strongly of her cum. She didn't mind, and the guys she slept with seemed to like it.
Her roommate walked into the room, her long green feathers brushing the floor as she walked. "Hey, Rach."
She responded with a tired smile. "Hey, Jade."
Jade noticed her tiredness, and smiled. "Have you been having those dreams again?"
Some gas squeaked out of Rachel in surprise. "How... How did you know?"
Jade ran her right hand through her feathers, then answered. "Whenever you have a wet dream about someone you know, you keep saying their name over and over again in you sleep. It's a bit annoying."
Rachel stood up, walked over to her computer, and sat down on the hard wooden chair. "Really? So, it's only when the dream is about someone I know? Meaning when it's about someone I don't know, I'm quiet?"
Jade rolled her brilliant, piercing green eyes. "I think that might be true, but I wouldn't know. I know I've only been here with you a few weeks, but it seems that just about every dream you've had is about Jonathan. His pure, white feathers, his handsome face, his vicious gold eyes..." She noticed Rachel's raised eyebrow, and quickly explained, "You describe the person, when you dream about them. It's loud."
Rachel blushed, pulling her tail in front of her and holding it to her chest.
Jade laughed, and sat down on the mattress. There was a loud squelching sound, and Jade looked down. "Rachel? Is this your-"
"Yes." She quickly interrupted. "Sorry, can't help it."
"You have no idea how much I hate it when someone says they can't help something."
Jade stood up, and shook her green tail-feathers. When she had gotten most of it off, she glared at Rachel. Rachel glared back, her skunk/squirrel tail straight. Jade stuck out all of her feathers, looking intimidating and evil. Rachel bent her legs, and lifted her tail directly upwards.
In a split second, Jade was across the room, had Rachel pinned against the floor, helpless.
Rachel responded with the one thing she could do in that position: Letting one rip.
She stuck out her tail, bent and spread her legs, and pushed her stomach muscles as hard as she could. A thick green mist noisily escaped from her relaxed rear end, spreading throughout the room. The air was heavy with the scent of death and rotten eggs, and the sound must have been heard by at least a few people on that floor.
Jade and Rachel both fell over, laughing their heads off.
"Oh, wow. Rachel, you stink!" She said, covering the air-holes in her beak, and fanning the unbearable smell away with her wings.
"You know it!" Rachel stood up, beaming proudly.
"With skills like that, I bet it must have been hard finding a roommate!"
"Oh, it was!" She sat down on the bed, avoiding the wet spot, as her laughter died down. "All that stuff about you hating it when people say they can't help something, it reminded me of an old roommate of mine. I never did tell you about my search for a good roommate, did I?" She farted into the bed, the sound and scent muffled by the cheap stained mattress. "Well, I might as well tell you now."
Rachel sat alone in her apartment, doing what she usually did when she was alone. She had the usual images loaded up on her computer, and she was completely naked, sitting on her hard wooden chair, ogling those images while fingering herself.
Toby walked into the apartment without knocking, and loudly cleared his throat.
Rachel span around, saw Toby, and screamed. Although it was unintentional, He saw her naked. He quickly covered his eyes with his claws, acting like it was his fault. She grabbed a shirt, and he said "No, no need for that. Don't mind me, I'm just here for the rent."
She put the shirt back, and rolled her eyes. "Toby, you know I'm doing the best I can, and I am searching for a roommate."
Toby spread his claws slightly, peeking at her naked body. "Look, you've turned down three possible roommates in the past few weeks. You are way behind on rent!"
"Could I give you some of my porn, and we'd call it even?"
"No! I've already got enough of your porn to last me twenty-five years, and I'm pretty sure I'll be married by then. I'm not accepting anything as payment, except for cold, hard, proper money! I've given you enough chances to find someone, so hurry up and find someone!"
"I will! It's just none of them have really been great for me."
"Great for you?! What do you mean?!"
"Well, no offense, but nobody really wants to share a room with me. I'm half-Skunk, half-Squirrel. Look at me, I'm a walking health violation."
"There you go again, always blaming your species. Look at me, I'm a badger. I grew up in a farm town in the middle of nowhere. Did I waste time moaning about what species I am? No! I made money buying and selling farm tools, until I got to this city, got a job, and bought some houses. Now, I'm one of the richest low-rent landlords in the country, all because I never gave up! Now, you should learn from this, and find a bloody roommate!"
He slammed the door, leaving her alone in the room. She's already put enough ads in the local newspaper, there should be someone coming any moment now.
Her computer dinged, indicating that it had finished downloading.
Speaking of coming any moment now...
A few hours later, Toby walked into the room. "Hey, Rachel! You've got your next roommate! Try not to kill this one, ok?" Rachel had never actually killed anyone, it was just a figure of speech.
A Possum shuffled into the room, holding her thin rat-like tail in front of her. "Em... Hello?" She asked nervously.
Rachel jumped up from her seat, and grinned. "Hi! I'm Rachel!"
The Possum jumped back, and screamed.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked, concerned.
"Are... Are you my new roommate?!"
"Yeah! I'm Rachel, what's your name?"
"What are you?!" she shouted in confusion.
Rachel and Toby thought that was a bit offensive, but they tried to ignore it. Rachel flipped her white hair, and said "Well, my mother was a skunk, and nobody's sure who my father is, but we think he's a squirrel."
"Oh, I... I don't think I can room with a freak, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." She apologized profusely, but Rachel could tell she was hiding subtle jabs and insults in them. It was a basic technique that prey often used, either offending the other person while making them feel guilty, or provoking them into attacking, and then getting punished.
"Excuse me? Freak?"
"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to... My name's Jen, I'm a possum. A normal possum, perfectly normal, not that you'd understand." She laughed nervously, but the nervousness was clearly forced.
"Normal's boring." Rachel said, walking closer to her. "Come on, room with me! It'll be fun! I mean, sure, I'm a hybrid Skunk-Squirrel, but I'm great! I'm funny, charming, and hot! The only bad thing about me is that I'm always... "hungry", if you know what I mean!" She was referring to her hypersexuality, but she could tell from her reaction that this uneducated possum seemed to believe she wanted to eat her.
Jen's left eye twitched in horror. "You're always hungry? Always?!"
Rachel smiled sexily, putting her arms around Jen. She heard some sort of sound coming from Toby, a quick glance showed her that he was fapping. She turned back to Jen, smiling even sexier. "Ooohh yeah..." She said, feeling her back.
"Get away from me, you mutt!" She screamed, frightened for her life.
Rachel's ears pricked up. "What did you just call me?!" She shouted.
Jen's entire body tensed up, unintentionally smacking Rachel in the face. It was a defense mechanism possums had used back in the olden days, called "playing dead". It made the user appear dead, so that no predator would eat it. These days, it was only useful for allowing the user to hurt people, while looking innocent.
"Hey! That really hurt!" She took a step back, holding her bleeding nose. "What was that for?!"
Jen stood there silently, her face contorted in horror, her body frozen stiff.
"You'd better apologize, and fast!" Rachel's large, fluffy Squirrel/Skunk tail stood on end, ready to attack.
Toby, upset that Jen's defense mechanism had ruined his chances of seeing some girl-on-girl action, turned on Jen. "Jen! Why did you hurt Rachel? She seemed about to get intimate- I mean, into it! Into friendship, and... stuff!"
Rachel ignored the obvious Freudian slip, instead focusing on Jen's frozen body. She knew from experience that she would be completely immobile for the next few minutes, so she might as well have some fun. "Actually, You're right. I shouldn't get annoyed, it's just a defense mechanism. You know,††seeing you like this, helpless, immobile, it's just so... so..."
She pushed Jen's body backwards onto the floor, and started passionately making out with her. She could tell from the faint movement of her eyes that this Possum wasn't enjoying this. But that didn't really matter, because she could hear that Toby certainly did, and she needed him on her side if she was going to get away with this next part.
She spun around, and sat down on Jen's face, hair from her tail going into her eyes. She shuffled, pushing Jen's snout deeper into her butt. It felt surprisingly good, but not as good as the next part would feel.
She moaned loudly, pretending to enjoy this far more than she really did. She pushed the possum's snout further into her butt, loving every second of it. She got louder, and just as she was confident that the possum's snout couldn't go in any further, she tightened her ass around her snout and farted.
It was quick and silent, and Rachel really enjoyed it, imagining how much this idiot must be hating it. She did it again, moaning in real pleasure this time. She silently released fart after fart directly into her snout, and after the fourteenth, she orgasmed with pleasure, and let loose with a huge, loud fart, forced right up the nose of this manipulative, racist, annoying possum. She wanted to shout "This is my defense mechanism, jerk!" so badly. However, that would give the whole thing away. Besides, considering the pain and disgust the Possum must be experiencing, it was enough for her to silently enjoy the gassing.
Rachel farted silently into her nose again, and came. Because she never wore underwear, the cum went on Jen's chest, dribbling down her breasts slowly. The sight of this made Toby cum, and he dropped to all fours, panting hard. In between pants, he tried talking to Rachel.
"What... was that... all about?"
Rachel smiled, feeling more sexually fulfilled than she had in a while. "Well, I've always thought it was so sexy how a possum's entire body would stiffen up like that." She was lying, But it was necessary for the fart to seem accidental. "I mean, the entire body stiffening up like that, becoming one giant sex toy for everyone to enjoy? So hot."
"Sorry about farting on her like that, It was my defense mechanism. I probably shouldn't have shoved her snout up there like that. Even though I just loved every second of it!"
"I... can tell." He laughed slightly, in between panting. "It's ok, just... have fun."
"I know she didn't give permission, or anything, it's just that, well... I love possums."
"Hey, I think... she's waking up."
Jen slowly regained control over her body, and tears were welling up in her eyes. She noticed the dangerous look in Rachel's eyes, and she tried her hardest to stop the tears. Rachel went down again, pretending to passionately kiss her neck. As she did this, she quietly whispered into Jen's ear, "Say nothing. Get out. Now."
Jen screamed, and ran straight through the door, and down the stairs, fighting back the tears in her eyes, and rubbing for her life, away from that disgusting, cruel, evil Skunk-Squirrel.
Rachel looked at Toby, looking as confused, innocent, and dim as she possibly could.
"Well, I don't think she enjoyed that."
Toby smiled, and started to get up, using a chair as support. "Don't worry. I did."
"Seriously?! You made out with a female Possum, and you never told me?!"
"Well, I never thought you'd care!" Rachel opened a drawer, and picked up a loose-fitting turquoise T-Shirt. She usually slept naked because when she wore PJs, there was always a stain there. Besides, Jade seemed to like seeing her naked. She seemed to like it a lot.
"So, uh... If you put on such a show for Toby back then, what's with him now?"
"Oh, it's the money. He has some sort of obsession with money, it's his life's ambition to get more money. Once, he paid me £225 for a picture of me naked, in the bathtub, covered with American 1-dollar bills. He's much nicer to me when I'm up to date on rent, anyway."
"Wow. Anyway, how could you think that I wouldn't care about you getting it on with another girl? I've told you what I am!"
"Oh really? And what would that be?" Rachel smiled sexily, wrapping her arms around Jade's feathery back.
"Oh, like you don't know!" She replied, and plunged her beak into Rachel's breasts.
Rachel laughed, and farted loudly. "Now now, don't interrupt the story."
Jade pulled back, giggling. "You mean, there's more?!"
Rachel put on the shirt, and a large forest-green bra. She bought them in bulk, and rarely washed them, preferring to put a new pair on instead.
"Oh, you bet there's more!"