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The bar was dimly lit, with strings of neon lights casting soft glows of pink and blue across the walls. The air buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses. Ramona Flowers sat at a table near the stage, swirling a fizzy, sweet drink in her hand as she watched Scott Pilgrim and Kim Pine absolutely butcher their rendition of "Don't Stop Believin'."

Scott, microphone in hand, swayed unsteadily, his face flushed from both alcohol and the pure, chaotic joy of karaoke. He leaned into Kim, who was equally off-key but belting out the lyrics with all the confidence of someone who absolutely believed they could hit every note. She couldn't, and that made it all the funnier. Ramona had lost count of how many drinks they'd all had at this point, but she knew one thing for sure: this was the happiest Scott had been in weeks.

Her lips curled into a fond smile as she leaned back in her chair, sipping her drink. It had been a fantastic day for Scott, even though not everyone had been able to join them. Stephen and Young Neil were tied up with band stuff, and Wallace, of all people, was laid low by a particularly nasty bug. Wallace had called earlier to wish Scott a happy birthday, though, and even cracked a few jokes between coughs about how they'd better not be doing anything too embarrassing without him.

Now, here they were, Scott and Kim howling their way through yet another verse, drawing a mix of glares and chuckles from the scattered patrons. Ramona glanced around the bar. Most people didn't seem to mind; a few were even laughing good-naturedly. She loved watching Scott like this, so carefree and lighthearted. He was an idiot, sure, but he was her idiot, and today was all about making sure he knew how much he was loved.

The karaoke only got worse—and louder—as the night went on. Scott and Kim, emboldened by liquid courage and the few scattered claps they'd received earlier, decided to tackle yet another song. Their voices clashed hilariously with the backing track, and Ramona could see some patrons shooting them pointed glares from the bar. Others, though, were laughing or even recording the spectacle on their phones. It didn't matter. Scott and Kim were having a blast, and that was all Ramona cared about.

She leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink in her hand before taking a slow sip. The fizz tickled her nose as she savored the sweet flavor. Her gaze lingered on Scott, who was waving one arm in the air dramatically as he belted out lyrics he barely knew, his cheeks red and his grin wide.

Kim, meanwhile, had abandoned any attempt at actual singing and was instead screeching the chorus like a banshee. Ramona had to bite her lip to keep from laughing outright. It was impossible not to love this—watching her dorky boyfriend and one of her closest friends make fools of themselves in public.

She didn't mind the attention they were getting. If anything, it only added to the charm of the night. Ramona took another sip, her eyes twinkling as she watched Scott stumble through another verse. This was their dynamic now: chaotic, a little messy, and somehow perfect. She loved Scott with all her heart, and seeing him so happy made her chest ache in the best possible way.

Ramona shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as she watched Scott and Kim finish their latest song. The two of them were ridiculous, grinning like they'd just nailed a Grammy-winning duet instead of the train wreck it actually was. She chuckled softly to herself and leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. Her drink was nearly empty, the condensation on the glass dripping onto the table as she absentmindedly toyed with the rim.

Scott looked back at her, his face lighting up with that goofy smile that always managed to tug at her heartstrings. Ramona couldn't help but smile back, even as she noticed how disheveled he looked—hair sticking out in every direction, shirt slightly untucked, and a faint flush from the alcohol. He was such a dope, but he was her dope.

'God, he's adorable,' she thought, her eyes lingering on him as he turned back to Kim, who was making an exaggerated bow to their non-existent audience.

She shifted again, this time to adjust her outfit. The short skirt she'd chosen for the evening rode up just slightly as she crossed her legs. It was paired with a cropped top that left a teasing glimpse of her toned midsection, a combination that was accentuated by the leather jacket she'd thrown on over it. She knew exactly what kind of effect the outfit would have on Scott—and she had seen it firsthand earlier.

When she'd emerged from their bedroom that evening, Scott had frozen in place like a deer in headlights. His eyes had widened comically, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally managed to sputter out, "W-wow, R-Ramona, you look... you look amazing." She'd laughed, a low, teasing chuckle that seemed to make him even more flustered.

'You'd think he hasn't seen me naked a hundred times by now,' she mused, a small, amused smirk tugging at her lips. 'But nope, put on a short skirt and a jacket, and suddenly I'm a goddess.'

She adjusted her jacket slightly, the leather creaking softly as she leaned back. She had to admit, she'd put extra effort into her look tonight for Scott's sake. It was his birthday, after all, and she wanted to make him feel special. His reaction earlier had been worth every second she'd spent in front of the mirror.

The outfit wasn't just for him, though. Ramona liked feeling sexy, and she knew she looked good tonight. She could feel the occasional glance from other people in the bar—not that she cared. The only gaze that mattered was Scott's, and the way his eyes kept darting to her whenever he wasn't singing told her everything she needed to know.

'I'm so lucky to have him,' she thought, her expression softening as she watched him laugh at something Kim had said. He looked so carefree, so completely in his element. For all his flaws—and there were many—Scott had a way of making her feel like the only person in the world when they were together. She loved him for that, and for so much more.

Ramona reached for her drink again, swirling the last bit of liquid around in the glass before taking a small sip. As Scott and Kim began preparing for another song, she chuckled softly to herself. Tonight was already perfect, but she knew it was only going to get better.

As Ramona leaned back in her seat, she felt a slight gurgle in her stomach, the telltale sign of all the fizzy drinks she'd been knocking back. She placed a hand lightly on her abdomen, smirking to herself. 'Yeah, real perfect,' she thought dryly, though the thought didn't bother her much. She could already imagine the way Scott would react later—his flustered expression, the way his cheeks would redden.

She still remembered the first time he'd admitted his kinks to her. It had been one of those nights when Scott got just a little too drunk, the kind of drunk where he'd ramble about anything and everything. They'd been lounging on the couch after a night out, and he'd blurted it out, completely unprompted.

"Ramona," he'd slurred, his face already flushed from the drinks, "I... I gotta tell you something."

She'd raised an eyebrow, amused but curious. "Okay, hit me."

He'd hesitated, his face turning even redder, before finally mumbling something so incoherent she hadn't been able to make it out. When she pressed him to repeat it, he'd managed to string together, "I... I think I, uh... I have a thing for... you know, f-farts. And... uh, other stuff."

At first, she'd burst out laughing, convinced he was making some kind of weird, drunken joke. But the look on his face—the way he winced, looking utterly mortified—had quickly shut her up.

"You're serious?" she'd asked, her tone softer now.

Scott had nodded miserably, avoiding her gaze. "I knew you'd think it's weird," he'd muttered, looking like a kicked puppy. "It's so stupid—forget I said anything."

But she hadn't forgotten. At the time, she wasn't sure what to make of it. She hadn't exactly dated anyone with kinks like his before, and it had taken her some time to process. She'd even teased him about it a few times in the weeks that followed, but she always kept it playful.

'And then,' she thought now, smirking to herself, 'there was that night when I decided to actually try it.' That memory stood out vividly—Scott had been nervous, his hands shaking slightly as she'd slowly, deliberately pushed the boundaries he'd been too shy to cross on his own. She hadn't expected much at first, but his reaction had been... well, eye-opening, to say the least.

Since then, things had only escalated. What started as simple curiosity on her part had quickly turned into something more. She'd discovered a side of herself she hadn't realized existed—a side that absolutely loved teasing and humiliating him in the ways he seemed to crave.

'He's such a perv,' she thought, shaking her head with a soft laugh. 'But he's my perv.'

Her stomach gurgled again, louder this time, and she placed a hand over it as she stifled another laugh. Scott had no idea how much she enjoyed indulging his fetishes now. She loved seeing the way he'd get flustered, the way his entire demeanor would shift whenever she took control. For all his cluelessness and immaturity, there was something incredibly endearing about the way he trusted her completely, even with the parts of himself he was most embarrassed about.

Ramona glanced back at the stage, where Scott was currently trying—and failing—to hit a high note. His dorky grin and boundless enthusiasm made her heart ache in the best possible way. He was such a goofball, so completely unashamed of how ridiculous he looked.

'If only the rest of the bar knew what kind of freak you really are,' she thought with a smirk. But that was her little secret. But tonight wasn't just about making Scott happy. It was about taking things to the next level, in ways he couldn't possibly anticipate.

Ramona took another sip of her drink, savoring the sweetness as she watched Scott and Kim bicker over what song to choose next. The bubbling in her gut reminded her of what was to come, and she couldn't help but feel a wicked sense of anticipation. Scott had no idea what he was in for.

Ramona's gaze flicked to Kim as she stood at the karaoke machine, scrolling through song choices with the kind of deadpan focus only she could manage. Kim had barely broken a sweat during their last duet, despite how much she'd thrown herself into it. Her oversized band t-shirt hung lazily off one shoulder, paired with a mini skirt that was almost scandalously short. The skirt barely covered her round, curvy figure, and Ramona didn't miss the way a few of the bar's patrons had stolen glances.

Kim's choice of tights and sneakers gave her an air of casual rebellion, one Ramona found annoyingly perfect. She complemented it all with a faded denim jacket that made her look effortlessly cool, the kind of cool that seemed second nature to Kim despite her frequent protests that she "didn't care about that kind of stuff."

Ramona chuckled to herself. 'She looks killer tonight,' she thought, absently adjusting her own jacket. She'd dressed to turn heads, but she had to admit that Kim might be giving her some competition tonight—not that she minded. If anything, it was all part of the plan.

Scott, of course, was oblivious. Completely and utterly clueless. Ramona didn't miss the way his eyes kept darting to Kim, though he always quickly looked away, as if afraid of being caught. He'd been doing it for months now—stealing those quick, guilty glances whenever he thought no one was watching.

At first, Ramona had been surprised. It wasn't jealousy she'd felt, though. No, it was something else entirely. Curiosity, maybe. Excitement, even. She knew Scott was devoted to her; there wasn't a doubt in her mind about that. But the way his gaze lingered just a second too long when Kim bent over to adjust her drum kit during practice? The way his voice got just a little higher when Kim teased him?

'Yeah,' Ramona thought, her lips curling into a sly smile. 'He's definitely not as subtle as he thinks.'

And Kim—well, Kim was no saint either. Ramona had noticed the way Kim's teasing had shifted over the past few months, growing sharper, more deliberate. She'd started wearing skirts like this one more often, skirts that left little to the imagination. It was hard to say if Kim was doing it for attention or if it was just her usual devil-may-care attitude, but either way, it added a delicious layer of tension to the air.

As the two of them argued over the next song choice, Ramona leaned back in her chair, her smirk deepening. Tonight was carefully planned, down to the smallest detail. Scott's sulking that morning when she'd skipped out on their usual birthday tradition—well, that was just step one. She'd promised him a surprise, and if there was one thing Ramona Flowers was good at, it was delivering on her promises.

She took another sip of her drink, her gaze drifting back to Kim. The mini skirt, the tights, the casual attitude—it was all part of the perfect storm Ramona had orchestrated. Scott didn't know it yet, but his two favorite people had been plotting together for weeks now, and tonight, everything was going to come together.

'This is going to blow his mind,' Ramona thought, barely suppressing a laugh. She shifted in her seat, feeling the cool leather of her jacket press against her back. The bubbling anticipation in her gut was almost too much to bear, but she kept her cool.

Kim caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, shooting her a look that said, What are you smirking about? Ramona just gave her a knowing smile, one that made Kim roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath. Ramona didn't need to hear it to know what it was—Kim had been skeptical about the plan from the start, and her reluctance had been almost amusing.

But now, here they were, both dressed to kill and just drunk enough to push through any lingering nerves. Ramona shifted her focus back to Scott, who was fidgeting with a microphone stand, completely oblivious to the looks the two women were exchanging behind him.

'Poor, sweet Scott,' she thought, her smile softening just a bit. 'You have no idea what's coming.'

Ramona shifted in her seat, leaning back as she felt another gurgle bubble up in her stomach. She placed a hand over her abdomen, smirking faintly to herself. It wasn't a surprise; she'd had plenty of fizzy drinks tonight, not to mention the massive pizza she and Kim had split before they started drinking.

It had been Scott's favorite pizza place—extra large, extra cheese, the works. He'd been so happy, wolfing down slices like it was the best meal of his life. Ramona and Kim, on the other hand, had exchanged subtle, knowing glances as they ate. Both of them were lactose intolerant, something Scott remained blissfully unaware of, despite how long he'd been with Ramona.

'Completely oblivious,' she thought, holding back a laugh as another bubble of gas shifted uncomfortably in her lower gut. 'He doesn't have a clue.'

Ramona reached for her drink and took a small sip, the sweetness cutting through the slight ache in her stomach. She'd planned this evening down to the last detail, and everything was falling perfectly into place. The drinks, the outfits, the atmosphere—it was all part of the setup.

She glanced across the table at Kim, who looked equally smug as she picked at the remnants of a lime wedge from her last drink. Kim had taken some convincing to go along with the plan, but in the end, she'd come around. Ramona wasn't entirely sure how she'd managed it—maybe Kim had just thought it over and decided it was too amusing to pass up.

Kim caught Ramona's eye and smirked knowingly, clearly feeling the same bubbling discomfort. Ramona raised her eyebrows at her, as if to say, You ready? Kim rolled her eyes but gave a tiny nod, confirming she was on board.

'Perfect,' Ramona thought, hiding her grin behind her glass.

Scott, meanwhile, was as clueless as ever. He was sitting at the edge of the booth, humming to himself as he fiddled with a cocktail napkin, completely unaware of the silent exchange happening right in front of him.

Ramona couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation. The plan had been weeks in the making, carefully orchestrated to make this birthday unforgettable. Scott was going to get everything he wanted—and more than he ever expected.

Her stomach gurgled again, a little louder this time, and she shifted in her seat to ease the pressure. The feeling was uncomfortable, but she didn't mind. In fact, it only made her more excited for what was coming.

'Extra cheese, extra gas,' she thought wryly, biting back a laugh.

Kim Pine leaned back against the karaoke machine, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Scott fiddle with the song menu. Her face was its usual mask of bored detachment, but Ramona could see the faint flicker of nerves in her friend's eyes.

Ramona smirked, swirling the last of her drink in its glass. 'Still nervous, huh?' she thought, amused by the contrast. Kim might have looked like she didn't care, but Ramona knew her well enough to see through the act. She was just as keyed up about tonight as Ramona was, though she'd never admit it.

It had taken some serious convincing to get Kim on board with the plan in the first place. When Ramona had first brought it up, she hadn't even gotten the full idea out before Kim had cut her off.

"Wait," Kim had said, holding up a hand. "You're telling me Scott's into... that? Like, really into it?"

"Dead serious," Ramona had replied, unable to suppress a grin.

Kim's face had been a mix of disbelief and disgust. "That's... horrifying."

Ramona had laughed, but Kim hadn't been joking. It had taken weeks of carefully planted comments, teasing nudges, and—eventually—a few drinks to get Kim to even consider going along with it. Ramona wasn't entirely sure what had finally tipped the scales. Maybe it was the idea of humiliating Scott, which Kim always seemed to enjoy. Or maybe she'd just thought about it long enough to realize how funny the whole thing could be.

Whatever the reason, Kim had eventually agreed, though not without a fair amount of grumbling. "This is so gross," she'd muttered the last time they'd talked about it. "You owe me, Flowers."

'Worth it,' Ramona thought now, her smirk widening as she watched Kim pretend to be engrossed in her drink.

Kim caught her staring and raised an eyebrow, shooting her a glare that clearly said, Stop looking at me like that. Ramona just chuckled and took another sip of her drink.

Scott, oblivious as always, was too busy debating song choices to notice the tension between the two women. He was muttering to himself, his finger hovering over the screen as if this was the most important decision he'd ever make.

'He has no idea what's coming,' Ramona thought, her stomach fluttering—not just from the gas building up, but from the anticipation of what was to come.

She felt another gurgle in her gut and shifted in her seat, disguising the movement by adjusting her jacket. The pizza from earlier was definitely doing its job, and judging by the faint wince Kim gave as she moved, it was hitting her too.

Ramona's smirk deepened. Everything was falling into place. The drinks, the outfits, the pizza—it was all part of the plan, and Scott was none the wiser.

Kim sighed loudly, breaking the silence. "Just pick a song already, Pilgrim. We're not writing an album here."

Scott turned to her, pouting slightly. "This is important, Kim! It's my birthday karaoke! It has to be perfect!"

Kim rolled her eyes but didn't argue, instead leaning back against the machine and crossing her arms again. Ramona watched the exchange, her smirk softening into something more affectionate.

For all his faults—and, again, there were many—Scott had a way of bringing people together, even in the most ridiculous of circumstances. The three of them had been through so much together, and now here they were, about to make this birthday one he'd never forget.

'Poor, sweet Scott,' Ramona thought, her hand drifting to her stomach as another bubble of gas shifted uncomfortably. 'You don't even know how lucky you are.'

Ramona shifted in her seat again, the pressure in her stomach building steadily as the night wore on. She could feel every bubble, every shift of gas, but instead of being uncomfortable, it only made her anticipation grow. She wasn't the only one, either—Kim's occasional fidgeting and subtle grimaces made it clear that she was dealing with the same issue.

Ramona couldn't help but smirk to herself. 'Perfect,' she thought, feeling a mischievous thrill ripple through her. Everything was going exactly as planned.

She stood up suddenly, wobbling slightly as the alcohol hit her full force. "Alright," she said, her voice light and teasing as she stumbled toward the stage where Scott and Kim stood. She wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them into a loose embrace.

Scott immediately leaned into her, nuzzling her shoulder like an affectionate puppy. Ramona chuckled softly, her smirk widening as Kim rolled her eyes and half-heartedly patted her on the back.

"You guys are ridiculous," Ramona said, her tone affectionate. "But I think I'm starting to crash. I'm getting kinda tired."

She shot Kim a pointed look, raising an eyebrow. Kim didn't respond verbally, but the slight twitch of her lips said everything Ramona needed to know. Kim was on board.

Scott, predictably, whined like a child. "What? Already? But it's my birthday!"

"Yeah, and it's been a great one," Ramona said, patting his cheek. "But the bar's only so much fun, and I think it's time we head back."

Scott pouted, his lower lip sticking out in a way that made him look utterly pathetic. Ramona had to stifle a laugh. He was adorable, even when he was being a brat.

"One more song," he pleaded, looking between her and Kim with wide, hopeful eyes. "Come on, it's my birthday!"

Kim snorted, crossing her arms. "Not happening, Pilgrim. You've tortured this poor bar enough for one night."

Scott turned his pout on her, but Kim was unmoved. Ramona, meanwhile, slipped her free hand into her pocket, hiding her grin as she watched him squirm.

"Don't make me the bad guy here," Kim added, rolling her eyes. "Blame your girlfriend. She's the one who's too tired."

Scott turned back to Ramona, his expression pitiful. "Rammie," he said, drawing out the nickname like a desperate child, "please?"

Ramona shook her head, smirking. "Nope. We're done. And besides, you're gonna want to save your energy."

That got his attention. Scott blinked, his pout fading into confusion. "Save my energy? For what?"

Ramona leaned in close, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "I told you I had a surprise for you, remember?"

Scott's confusion melted into excitement, his eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Really? What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see," Ramona said, pulling back with a knowing smile. She glanced at Kim, who rolled her eyes again but didn't argue.

"Fine," Scott said, finally giving in. He sighed dramatically, handing the microphone back to the karaoke host. "But this better be good."

"Oh, it will be," Ramona said, her smirk widening as she turned toward the exit.

Kim followed behind her, muttering something under her breath that Ramona didn't catch. Scott trailed after them like a happy, oblivious puppy, completely unaware of what was waiting for him back at the apartment.

Ramona glanced over her shoulder, her hand resting lightly on her stomach as another bubble of gas shifted inside her. The night was far from over, and she couldn't wait to see Scott's reaction when the real party began.

'You're in for the night of your life, Pilgrim,' she thought with a wicked grin.

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The bus ride back to Ramona's apartment had been an event in itself. Scott, still riding the high of his karaoke antics, had insisted on turning the nearly empty bus into an impromptu concert hall. Much to Ramona's amusement, he'd grabbed onto one of the overhead bars like it was a microphone stand and started belting out an off-key rendition of a Queen song.

Kim, seated nearby, had at first groaned and rolled her eyes but eventually started clapping along sarcastically. Her dry humor only seemed to egg Scott on, and soon he was trying to get both of them to join in. Ramona, tipsy and entertained, had hummed along, while Kim had reluctantly mumbled a few lyrics, clearly trying to hide her smirk.

The bus driver, however, had been far less impressed, glaring at the trio through the rearview mirror and muttering something under his breath that none of them bothered to decipher.

When they finally arrived at Ramona's apartment, Scott stumbled inside first, shedding his jacket and flopping face-first onto the couch. He let out a groan of pure contentment, stretching out and sinking into the cushions as if he'd never been more comfortable in his life.

"This couch," Scott mumbled into the fabric, his words muffled, "is the greatest couch ever created. I could live here."

Kim followed, tossing her jacket onto a nearby chair before plopping down on the sofa next to Scott. Her body language was relaxed, but the way she settled just a little closer to him than necessary didn't escape Ramona's notice.

'Huh,' Ramona thought, pausing for a moment in the doorway as she observed them. Kim's casual proximity was... interesting. Not that Ramona minded. In fact, the slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips only deepened as she crossed the room.

She slid onto the couch on Scott's other side, leaning into him and looping her arm around his shoulders. Scott immediately melted into her touch, resting his head against her shoulder like the overgrown puppy he was.

"You're ridiculous," Ramona said softly, her tone affectionate as she gave him a light squeeze.

Scott just sighed contentedly, his face still half-buried in the couch cushion. Kim glanced over at them, her expression unreadable for a moment before she shook her head and looked away.

"Alright, what's next?" Kim asked, her tone laced with mock boredom. "Or was the bus ride the grand finale for this disaster of a birthday party?"

Ramona chuckled, her fingers absently brushing through Scott's hair. "Oh, there's more," she said, her voice low and teasing. "But you'll just have to wait and see."

Kim raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything, Scott mumbled, "Best birthday ever," into the couch cushion, drawing simultaneous laughs from both women.

Scott sighed into the couch cushion as Ramona shifted beside him, looping her arm more securely around his shoulders. The warm, familiar scent of her perfume mixed with the faint aroma of leather from her jacket, creating a combination that made his head spin slightly. The alcohol in his system wasn't helping, and as Ramona leaned closer, his face ended up pressed firmly into her armpit.

The position wasn't intentional—at least, not on Scott's part. But now that he was there, he couldn't help but notice it. Her body heat radiated against his cheek, and he could catch the faintest trace of sweat beneath her deodorant. It was a subtle scent, light and feminine, but earthy and real in a way that made his heart race.

Scott flushed deeply, his mind immediately going places it shouldn't. 'Don't you dare, Pilgrim,' he scolded himself, trying to focus on anything else. 'Kim is literally right there. Behave.'

But it was hard. The soft, faint musk mixed with the alcohol-fueled haze in his head was making it difficult to concentrate. He felt a sharp pang of guilt as the thought crossed his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing himself to stop.

Ramona, of course, was completely oblivious—or at least, that's what Scott assumed. She was casually leaning into him, her arm draped over his shoulders as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, and every little movement sent a fresh wave of her scent wafting toward him.

Kim, meanwhile, was sitting on the other side of the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked utterly uninterested in whatever was happening between the two of them, but Scott couldn't shake the feeling that she was more aware than she let on.

'You're imagining things,' he told himself firmly, shifting slightly to try and escape his predicament. But Ramona's grip on him tightened, pulling him even closer.

"Comfy?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

Scott let out a nervous laugh, his face still burning. "Uh, yeah. Super comfy."

Ramona chuckled softly, her fingers brushing through his hair. "Good," she said, her tone almost a purr.

Scott's heart was pounding now, and he couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, the scent, or the fact that Kim was sitting so close, but he was officially overwhelmed. 'Pull it together, man,' he thought desperately, willing himself to calm down.

He stayed like that for a moment longer, trying not to let his mind wander as Ramona continued to idly play with his hair. Kim finally put her phone down, leaning back into the couch with a sigh.

"This is boring," Kim said flatly. "What are we doing next?"

The sudden question snapped Scott out of his daze, and he sat up quickly, dislodging himself from Ramona's embrace. "Uh, yeah! What's next, Ramona?" he asked, his voice slightly too loud in his attempt to sound normal.

Ramona just smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, don't worry," she said, leaning back into the couch. "I've got something planned. But let's hang out for a bit first."

Scott nodded eagerly, grateful for the momentary distraction. But even as he tried to focus on Kim's question and Ramona's teasing tone, the faint, lingering scent of her still clung to him, and he couldn't shake the memory of it from his mind.

Kim leaned back against the sofa, crossing her legs as her eyes scanned the living room. Her gaze landed on the new Sega Genesis setup by the old CRTV in the corner, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" Kim said, her voice dripping with mock disdain as she gestured toward it. "You went full retro nerd for his birthday?"

Scott perked up immediately, his previous flustered state forgotten as he turned to look at the setup. "It's awesome, right?!" he said, his voice brimming with excitement. "Ramona totally surprised me with it this morning. Isn't she the best?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Sure, Scott. That's exactly how I'd describe someone who drops cash on old junk so you can relive your middle school glory days."

Despite her tone, Ramona didn't miss the way Kim's expression softened as she looked at the setup. Her lips twitched, almost curving into a smile, but she quickly masked it with a scoff. Ramona hid her own amusement behind a sip of her drink.

'She thinks it's cute,' Ramona thought, her eyes narrowing playfully as she glanced between Kim and Scott. She'd caught Kim shooting little glances at the console and TV a few times already, her expression unreadable but not entirely disinterested.

Kim finally turned back to them, folding her arms. "What's the game of choice, then?" she asked, sounding bored but clearly indulging Scott's excitement.

"Sonic 2!" Scott announced proudly, bounding off the couch to boot up the console. His enthusiasm was infectious, and despite herself, Kim leaned forward slightly, watching as the screen flickered to life with a nostalgic glow.

Ramona watched the interaction with quiet amusement. Scott was so easy to read—practically a human golden retriever with how happy and excitable he got over the simplest things. She'd always found it endearing, though she couldn't help but laugh at how sharply it contrasted with his other side—the one she had grown very familiar with in private.

'He's like a puppy,' Ramona thought, a fond smile tugging at her lips. 'So sweet, so innocent... until you remember what a massive pervert he is.'

Scott's hobbies were adorable, though. The Sega Genesis, his obsession with old video games, the way he could ramble for hours about pixel art and soundtracks—it was all part of his charm. And while Kim would never admit it out loud, Ramona could tell she thought it was cute too.

Ramona shifted slightly, leaning back into the couch as Scott handed a controller to Kim. She watched as Kim took it with a reluctant sigh, muttering something under her breath about how "this better not suck." But there was a glint in her eye that gave her away.

Scott plopped down on the floor in front of the TV, already engrossed in explaining the controls and mechanics to Kim. Ramona chuckled softly, watching as Kim shot him an annoyed glare but didn't stop him from talking.

'They're so funny together,' Ramona thought, her eyes flicking between them. 'She acts like he drives her crazy, but she's totally into it. And him? He's so clueless, it's almost impressive.'

As the opening sequence of the game began to play, Ramona's gaze lingered on Scott for a moment longer. His wide-eyed enthusiasm, his goofy grin, the way he gestured wildly as he explained things—he really was adorable. And tonight, he was going to get everything he deserved.

'Puppy or not,' she thought with a smirk, 'you're still a depraved little freak, Scott Pilgrim.'

Kim, meanwhile, was sat forward on the couch, controller in hand, glaring at the TV as the opening level of Sonic 2 unfolded in front of her. Scott, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was already chattering away, offering unsolicited advice at every possible moment.

"You gotta jump there—no, not yet! Wait until you hit the slope! Oh, man, you missed the speed shoes!" Scott said, practically bouncing with excitement.

Kim's brow twitched, her grip tightening on the controller. "Pilgrim, if you don't shut up, I'm throwing you out the window."

Scott immediately threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! I'll be quiet... for now." He grinned, leaning forward as he continued to watch intently.

Despite her irritation, Kim was clearly trying not to laugh. The corners of her lips twitched as she navigated through the level, avoiding hazards and collecting rings. Ramona, sitting on the couch next to her, couldn't help but smirk. Kim might have been annoyed, but she was also having fun.

Meanwhile, Ramona felt a bubbling in her stomach—another reminder of the heavy, cheesy pizza and fizzy drinks she'd consumed earlier. She shifted slightly, pressing a hand against her abdomen as the pressure intensified for a brief moment.

The sound was faint, but it was enough to catch Scott's attention. Ramona didn't miss the way he froze, his shoulders stiffening as his gaze darted toward her for just a second before snapping back to the TV.

'Oh, he heard that,' Ramona thought, biting back a laugh as she leaned back into the couch.

Scott, to his credit, was doing his best to act like nothing had happened. He kept his focus on the game, his voice rising slightly as he made another comment about the upcoming boss fight. But Ramona could see the faint flush creeping up the back of his neck, and the way he shifted slightly, as if trying to physically distract himself.

'You're such a perv,' she thought with a smirk, her eyes narrowing as she watched him squirm.

Kim, oblivious to the silent exchange, let out a frustrated groan as she lost a few rings to an enemy. "This game sucks," she muttered, though the way she immediately went back to playing betrayed her words.

Scott leaned closer, gesturing at the screen. "No, no, you're doing great! Just—yeah, jump there! Perfect! See, you've got this!"

Kim rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her small smile. "You're the most annoying coach ever."

As the two of them bantered, Ramona felt another wave of bubbles shift in her stomach, the sensation stronger this time. She pressed her hand against her abdomen again, feeling the faint gurgle as it echoed through her lower gut.

Scott froze for a split second, his voice catching mid-sentence, but he quickly recovered, forcing his attention back to Kim's gameplay. Ramona's smirk widened. She didn't even have to say or do anything—just the sound of her body reacting was enough to throw him off.

'You're so predictable, Scott,' she thought, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Kim, focused entirely on the game, remained blissfully unaware of the tension simmering beside her. Ramona leaned back, her smirk growing as she waited for the perfect moment to take things to the next level.

The bubbling in Ramona's stomach intensified, the pressure becoming harder to ignore. She shifted slightly on the couch, her hand resting lightly against her abdomen as a faint gurgle escaped, louder this time. Her body was making it abundantly clear that it wasn't going to wait much longer.

She could feel it—a growing heaviness low in her gut, signaling that a release was imminent. Her fart was right there, hovering just behind her anus, teasing her with the idea of immediate relief. Ramona pressed her thighs together instinctively, holding it in with practiced control.

But she didn't plan on holding it for long.

'Now for the final part of the plan,' Ramona thought, her lips curling into a sly smile.

She turned her attention to Kim, who was still focused on the game. Kim's fingers moved deftly over the controller, her brow furrowed as she navigated the pixelated chaos of Sonic 2. She hadn't noticed anything yet, but Ramona knew that was about to change.

Subtly, Ramona reached over and tapped Kim on the shoulder, pulling her out of her gaming trance. Kim glanced at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

Ramona didn't say anything, instead mouthing silently, "You ready?"

Kim rolled her eyes, her expression a mix of irritation and resignation. But there was more to her reaction—Ramona noticed the faint blush creeping up Kim's neck, the slight wince as she shifted in her seat. The sound that followed—a low, soft gurgle from Kim's stomach—was barely audible, but Ramona caught it.

'Oh, you're definitely ready,' Ramona thought, stifling a laugh.

Kim gave the tiniest of nods, her gaze flicking away as if to avoid meeting Ramona's knowing smile. She adjusted her position on the couch, crossing her legs tightly and gripping the controller a little harder than necessary.

Meanwhile, Scott was completely oblivious, still sitting on the floor with his back to them. He was leaning forward, watching the screen intently as Kim tackled the next level.

Ramona's smirk widened as she watched him, her stomach bubbling ominously once again. She knew exactly how this was going to play out, and she couldn't wait to see Scott's reaction.

'Hold on, Scott,' she thought, barely able to contain her excitement. 'The real fun is about to start.'

Ramona leaned back against the couch, her smirk turning into a sly grin as she watched Scott, who was still engrossed in the game Kim was playing. Her stomach churned again, sending another wave of pressure downward. It was time to set things in motion.

She shifted slightly, clearing her throat to get Scott's attention. "Hey, birthday boy," she said, her voice light but laced with an edge of mischief.

Scott twisted around to look at her, his face lighting up with his usual goofy smile. "Yeah?"

Ramona's grin widened, and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she fixed him with a piercing gaze. "You ready for your surprise?"

Scott's eyes immediately widened with excitement. "Wait, for real? You mean the big surprise you mentioned earlier? Yes! What is it?"

Kim glanced over from her spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow at the shift in tone. She didn't say anything, but Ramona could feel her attention sharpen.

Ramona didn't answer Scott right away. Instead, she stood up slowly, her leather jacket creaking as she straightened. Her gaze on Scott was steady, unwavering, and she saw the exact moment when his excitement faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.

"On your knees," Ramona said, her voice low and commanding.

Scott blinked, his expression turning to one of confusion. "What?"

"On. Your. Knees," she repeated, enunciating each word carefully.

Scott froze, his face flushing a deep crimson as the meaning behind her words sank in. His gaze darted to Kim, who was now watching the interaction with wide eyes and a half-hidden smirk.

"Wait, hold on," Scott stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "You mean... like, right now? Here? In front of—"

"Yes," Ramona cut him off, crossing her arms as she stared him down. "Right now. Do it."

Scott's thoughts were racing a mile a minute. 'Is this really happening?' he thought, his heart pounding. 'In front of Kim? There's no way she's serious... is there?'

He turned to Kim, desperate for some kind of lifeline, but her expression didn't offer much comfort. She was leaning back against the couch, one eyebrow raised and an amused glint in her eye.

Scott's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. Kneeling there in front of Ramona, he felt completely out of his depth. His hands fidgeted awkwardly at his sides, and his mind raced with a thousand conflicting thoughts.

'This has to be a joke, right?' he thought desperately, his gaze darting between Ramona and Kim. 'She wouldn't actually do this... not here, not in front of Kim...'

But one look at Ramona's expression told him she was absolutely serious. Her lips were curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with that familiar, commanding look she always got when she took control in the bedroom. She was enjoying every second of his confusion, his embarrassment.

'Seriously? Right here? Now? In front of Kim?!' Scott's thoughts screamed at him as he felt his face flush even deeper.

He chanced a glance at Kim, hoping for some kind of rescue, but what he found instead was just as overwhelming. Kim was watching him with an expression that was equal parts amusement and disbelief, her lips pressed together in an effort to stifle a laugh. But what made his heart skip a beat was the way her expression shifted—just slightly—as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Do as she says, Scott," Kim said, her voice low and teasing, though there was an unmistakable edge of curiosity in her tone.

Scott froze. Kim was in on this too? His mind reeled at the realization, and he could feel his body tense with a mix of anticipation and sheer nervousness, and yet he found himself going down on his knees before Ramona anyway.

'They're both in on it?' he thought, his breath hitching. 'How? When? Why?'

Ramona, clearly enjoying his internal meltdown, crouched slightly to meet his eye level. "You look so confused, Scott," she said with a chuckle, her tone mockingly sweet. "What's wrong? Didn't you say you trusted me?"

Scott opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he found himself staring up at her, utterly speechless.

Ramona tilted her head, her smile softening just a fraction as she reached out to gently cup his chin. "Relax," she said softly, her thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. "It's your birthday. Let me take care of everything."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his body relax slightly despite his confusion. He still didn't fully understand what was happening—or why—but the commanding tone in her voice, combined with the gentle touch of her hand, was enough to keep him rooted in place.

Kim, meanwhile, leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the scene unfold. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, though there was a hint of a smirk on her lips. "You're really gonna do this, Flowers?"

Ramona glanced over her shoulder at Kim, her grin widening. "Oh, you have no idea," she said, her voice dripping with mischief.

Scott swallowed hard, his heart racing as Ramona straightened up again, looking down at him with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. Whatever was about to happen, he knew one thing for sure: there was no going back now.

'What is happening?' he thought, his mind spinning. 'This is so weird. Is it weird? Am I weird? Oh god, Kim is watching—'

But before he could spiral any further, Ramona stepped closer, her smirk returning as she loomed over him. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Scott's heart skipped a beat at her words, and he suddenly felt like he was in way over his head.

Ramona's smirk deepened as she towered over Scott, who was kneeling awkwardly before her, his face flushed red and his breaths coming shallow and quick. He looked up at her, his wide eyes filled with confusion, nerves, and... something else she knew all too well.

She didn't hesitate. With one smooth motion, she turned around, her short skirt swishing as she spun. She glanced back over her shoulder, locking eyes with Scott, whose expression froze as realization hit him like a freight train.

Before he could stammer out a single word, Ramona lifted her skirt, revealing her toned thighs and the curve of her ass, snugly hugged by her black satin panties. She didn't give him time to think, to protest, or to react in any meaningful way. Instead, she backed up and firmly planted herself down onto his face, her soft, round cheeks enveloping him completely.

Scott's muffled gasp was immediate, his nose wedged deep between her cheeks as the warmth and softness of her body overwhelmed his senses. The fabric of her panties was smooth against his face, but it was the sheer intimacy of the act that made his brain short-circuit almost instantly.

He didn't know how to process this. His hands instinctively twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do, as the weight of Ramona's body bore down on him. His heart raced in his chest, his mind a blur of panic, excitement, and disbelief.

"Sniff," Ramona commanded, her voice firm and teasing, cutting through the haze in Scott's mind like a blade.

Scott hesitated for a fraction of a second, his face burning with humiliation. But the tone of her voice, the dominance in it, left him powerless to resist. Slowly, he inhaled deeply, the scent of her body filling his senses.

It was intoxicating—sweat mixed with her natural musk, salty and slightly earthy. There was a faint feminine sweetness to it, but it was overshadowed by the raw, primal scent of her unshowered skin. Scott remembered suddenly that she had skipped her morning shower, and the realization made him feel weak. He barely stifled a moan as his brain spiraled into submission.

Behind him, Kim burst into laughter, her voice cutting through the room like a sharp wind. "Holy shit, Ramona! You were serious? He's really into this stuff?"

Ramona giggled, her body shifting slightly against Scott's face as she turned her head to address Kim. "Told you," she said casually, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "He loves it."

Kim stared, her jaw dropping slightly as she processed the scene before her. She was caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and something else she wasn't ready to name.

"That's... that's disgusting," Kim finally said, though her voice wavered slightly, betraying her internal conflict.

Ramona just shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Oh, it gets better," she said with a wicked grin, pressing herself even more firmly against Scott's face.

Scott, meanwhile, felt his thoughts spiral even further into chaos. He was completely consumed by the sensation of her body against him, the overwhelming scent, and the sheer humiliation of the situation. And yet, despite all of it, he couldn't deny the way his body responded, giving in to her control completely. He was hers—fully and utterly hers—and at that moment, nothing else mattered.

Ramona was sat firmly on Scott's face, her smirk widening as she shifted slightly, adjusting her weight against him. She could feel his breath coming in shallow, hot puffs against her, muffled and desperate as his nose pressed deep between her cheeks. He was completely helpless, trapped beneath her, and exactly where she wanted him.

Kim, still sitting on the couch, stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. Her expression was a strange mixture of amusement and disbelief, her lips twitching as she tried to decide whether to laugh or cringe.

"Ramona, that's foul," Kim said, her voice dripping with mock disgust.

Ramona glanced over her shoulder at Kim, her grin turning wicked. "Oh, you think this is foul?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Kim leaned back slightly, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "Don't even tell me you're planning to—"

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence.

Scott froze beneath Ramona, his entire body tensing as he suddenly realized what she was about to do. His thoughts raced in a frantic, jumbled mess.

'No way. She wouldn't. Not here. Not in front of Kim!'

But the slight gurgle that came from Ramona's stomach said otherwise.

Kim's eyes widened, her jaw dropping slightly. "No way. You're seriously gonna do this?"

Ramona chuckled, the sound low and mischievous. "Oh, I'm absolutely gonna do this," she said, shifting her hips to press even more firmly against Scott's face.

Scott's muffled protests were weak, barely audible beneath her, and she felt him squirm slightly as the tension in her stomach built. She wasn't about to hold back now—not when everything was going perfectly according to plan.

PFFFRRT!

With a deep breath, Ramona relaxed, letting the pressure in her gut release. A loud, rumbling fart erupted against Scott's face, the vibration and sound enveloping him.

Scott went rigid beneath her, his entire body locking up as the reality of what just happened sank in. The smell hit him a moment later—sharp, sour, and overwhelmingly potent—and he couldn't stop the whimper that escaped his throat.

Kim, on the other hand, burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over as tears streamed down her face. "Oh my god!" she choked out between gasps. "You actually did it! That's so disgusting!"

Ramona, unbothered by Kim's reaction, just laughed along with her, clearly proud of herself. "Told you he'd love it," she said, glancing back down at Scott, whose flushed face was barely visible beneath her.

Scott's mind was spinning. The humiliation, the scent, the sheer dominance of it all—it was too much. And yet, despite everything, he couldn't deny the way his body responded, completely betraying him.

Kim wiped her eyes, still laughing. "You're insane. Absolutely insane."

Ramona shrugged, leaning back slightly as she shifted her weight on Scott again. "Maybe," she said with a smirk. "But he wouldn't have it any other way."

Kim shook her head, still chuckling. "You're both freaks," she said, though her tone was lighter now, almost playful.

Ramona just smiled, reaching down to stroke Scott's hair affectionately. "Happy birthday, Scott," she said, her voice soft and teasing.

Scott's head was spinning as he knelt beneath Ramona, his senses utterly overwhelmed. The lingering scent of her recent release filled his nostrils, sharp and pungent, a potent mix of eggs, spoiled dairy, and pure musk. As humiliating as it was, Scott found himself unable to resist—his body betrayed him, and he took another deep inhale, shuddering as he did so.

His face burned with embarrassment, but that only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment. He felt the tension building inside him, his body reacting in ways he couldn't control.

From her spot on the couch, Kim scoffed loudly, breaking the tension with her sharp voice. "You're unbelievable, Pilgrim," she said, her tone dripping with mockery. She leaned forward slightly, smirking as she noticed the very obvious effect this was having on him. "You're actually enjoying this, aren't you? That's just sad."

Scott's blush deepened as he stammered incoherently, completely unable to deny it.

Ramona, on the other hand, leaned down slightly, her voice soothing and affectionate as she gently stroked Scott's hair. "Good boy," she murmured, her tone a stark contrast to Kim's harsh teasing. "That's it. Keep going, just like that."

The conflicting energies from the two women—Kim's biting mockery and Ramona's soft encouragement—left Scott reeling, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. He could barely think straight, let alone respond, as he found himself lost in the moment, entirely at their mercy.

Ramona felt the familiar pressure building in her gut again, and she smirked wickedly as she shifted her hips, grinding herself slightly against Scott's face. He was still kneeling beneath her, completely at her mercy, his breaths coming in shallow and uneven. She could feel him trembling, whether from humiliation, arousal, or both.

"Alright, birthday boy," Ramona murmured, her tone low and teasing. "Let's see how much more you can handle."

Scott didn't have time to process her words before she pushed, releasing another fart directly into his face. The sound was bubbly and sharp, a wet BRRRPPPTT that vibrated against her satin panties. The fabric, thin as it was, did almost nothing to stop the gust of warm, foul air that hit his nostrils full force.

The smell was even worse this time—sulfuric and bitter, with an unmistakable, slightly fecal undertone that made Scott's head spin. It was the kind of scent that would send any normal person reeling, but Scott's reaction was far from normal. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he let the foul odor fill his senses.

A deep, guttural moan escaped him, muffled against Ramona's body but unmistakable. His hands trembled at his sides, his mind completely blank as he surrendered to the humiliation and the sheer intensity of the moment.

Behind him, Kim let out a sharp laugh, leaning back on the couch as she watched with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Holy crap, Flowers," she said, shaking her head. "You weren't kidding at all, huh?"

Ramona giggled, glancing over her shoulder at Kim. "See?" she said smugly. "He loves it. Don't you, Scott?"

Scott didn't answer—he couldn't. He was too far gone, too overwhelmed by the combination of sensations and emotions. His face was buried against Ramona, her scent invading every corner of his mind, leaving him completely undone.

Kim snorted, crossing her arms as she continued to watch. "That's so gross," she said, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. "You've got him wrapped around your finger, huh?"

Ramona's grin widened as she turned her attention back to Scott, reaching down to stroke his hair affectionately. "Of course I do," she said, her voice softening. "He's a good boy. Aren't you, Scott?"

Scott nodded weakly, his body trembling as he let out another muffled sound of submission.

The sight of him like this—so completely under her control—sent a thrill through Ramona. She shifted slightly, pressing herself more firmly against his face, letting him know without words that this was exactly where he belonged.

Kim had been leaning back on the couch, arms crossed as she watched the scene unfold with an amused smirk, but suddenly, a sharp pang in her lower stomach made her wince. She placed a hand on her abdomen and shifted uncomfortably, the gurgling sound that followed unmistakable.

"Ugh," Kim muttered, her expression twisting. She glanced at Ramona, who immediately caught the look on her face.

"What's wrong, Kim?" Ramona asked, her tone light and teasing, though she already had an idea.

Kim rolled her eyes, clearly embarrassed despite her usual confident demeanor. "I think... I think I've got one," she admitted, her voice low and begrudging.

Ramona's eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "Oh? You think you've got one, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Kim gave her a sharp look, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her flustered state. "Don't make this a thing," she snapped, though her tone lacked any real bite. She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Maybe we should... you know... swap."

Ramona raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this more than she should. "Swap? You sure you're ready for that?"

Kim scoffed, though her blush deepened. "Oh, please. Like I'd let you have all the fun."

Ramona chuckled softly, giving Scott's head a final affectionate pat before standing up. "Alright then," she said, stepping back to give Kim the floor. "Show him what you've got."

Kim sighed, standing up and smoothing her skirt down before stepping over to Scott, who was still kneeling, dazed and completely out of it. His head swayed slightly, his cheeks red, his eyes unfocused. He barely seemed to register what was happening until Kim stopped directly in front of him, towering over him with her hands on her hips.

Scott blinked up at her, his thoughts struggling to catch up. "K-Kim?" he stammered, his voice weak and uncertain.

Kim didn't answer. Instead, she reached down and tugged her skirt up, exposing her thighs and the curve of her backside, covered in snug white cotton panties. Without giving him a chance to react, she turned around and planted herself firmly on his face, her larger, softer cheeks enveloping him completely.

Scott's muffled gasp was immediate, and Kim stiffened slightly at the sensation. "Whoa," she muttered, glancing back over her shoulder at Ramona, who was now seated on the couch, watching the exchange with an amused smirk.

"Well?" Ramona asked, raising an eyebrow. "How's he doing?"

Kim hesitated, her cheeks turning pink as she adjusted her weight on Scott's face. "He, uh... he moaned," she said, her voice almost disbelieving.

Ramona burst out laughing, covering her mouth with one hand. "Told you he's into it," she said, her tone triumphant.

Kim shook her head, her expression a mix of embarrassment and incredulity. "You're so weird, Pilgrim," she muttered, though there was a faint hint of amusement in her voice as she settled herself more comfortably.

Scott, meanwhile, could barely think straight. The weight of Kim's body, the warmth of her skin, the faint musky scent that lingered—it was all too much. He whines pathetically, unable to help himself, and the sound made Kim jolt slightly in surprise.

"Geez," Kim muttered, though her voice wavered slightly. "He's... uh... really into this, huh?"

Ramona just giggled, watching with a smug expression as Kim began to settle into her role. "Told you," she said again, leaning back and crossing her legs.

Kim adjusted herself on Scott's face, settling into the position as she glanced back over her shoulder. She looked more self-conscious than usual, her cheeks faintly pink, but there was no mistaking the confidence in her movements as she shifted her weight.

Scott, meanwhile, was barely holding it together. Kim's body was drastically different from Ramona's. Her hips were wider, her thighs thicker, and her ass was enormous in comparison—soft and heavy, pressing down on him with a smothering warmth. The faint dimples of cellulite on her thighs, the freckles scattered across her skin, and the occasional pimple here and there made for a stark contrast to Ramona's more polished appearance.

Scott couldn't help but notice the texture of her body, how natural and unfiltered it felt against him. It was real, raw, and overwhelming in a completely new way. His nose pressed into the white cotton fabric of her panties, which hugged her curves tightly and seemed to amplify the subtle, musky scent she carried.

The odor was stronger than he'd anticipated—a mix of sweat and something deeply personal, almost earthy, that made his head spin. His breath hitched as he instinctively inhaled deeply, the sensation hitting him all at once.

Kim flinched slightly at the sound, glancing back at him with wide eyes. "Did... did you just sniff?" she asked, her voice half-sharp, half-incredulous.

Scott's muffled reply was unintelligible, but the way his body tensed gave him away.

"Oh my god," Kim muttered, her cheeks reddening further as she looked toward Ramona. "He actually sniffed. What the hell, Pilgrim?"

Ramona, seated comfortably on the couch, giggled softly at Kim's reaction. "Told you he couldn't help himself," she said, leaning forward slightly to watch the scene unfold. "He's predictable like that."

Kim turned back, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief. "You're so gross," she said, though there was no real venom in her tone. Her voice wavered slightly, as if she wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or flattered.

Scott, for his part, was completely overwhelmed. The softness of Kim's body, the heat radiating from her, and the sheer weight pressing down on him were driving him to the brink of sensory overload. The scent of her panties was stronger now, musky and salty with a faint sharpness that made him inhale even deeper, almost on instinct.

Ramona noticed the slight shift in Kim's demeanor—how her initial hesitation was beginning to fade. "Looks like he likes you, Kim," Ramona teased, her voice light and playful.

Kim scoffed, though her lips twitched in a way that suggested she was holding back a smirk. "Yeah, well, he's a freak," she said, shifting her weight slightly as she settled herself more firmly against Scott's face. "Guess it's his lucky day."

Ramona chuckled, leaning back and crossing her legs as she watched. "Oh, definitely," she said, her tone dripping with amusement. "But don't let him off easy. Make it worth his while."

Kim rolled her eyes, though the blush on her cheeks deepened as she adjusted her position once more. Scott, meanwhile, could only moan softly, completely at their mercy.

Kim adjusted herself on Scott's face, her thick thighs pressing against the sides of his head as she relaxed into the position. Her scent was overwhelming now, stronger and muskier than Ramona's, with a raw, unfiltered intensity that hit Scott like a tidal wave.

Scott couldn't help himself. The warmth of her body, the weight of her soft flesh, and the pungent aroma filling his senses all combined into a dizzying cocktail that left him completely undone. He inhaled deeply, the musky odor sinking into his mind, and a shiver ran through his body as his arousal grew even stronger.

Kim felt the shift beneath her, the faint tremor of his hands and the muffled sound of his breathing. She glanced back over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the sight of him completely lost beneath her.

"Seriously, Pilgrim?" she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're actually enjoying this?"

Her tone was harsh, biting, but it was impossible to miss the flicker of amusement in her eyes. Kim shifted slightly, adjusting her weight to press down harder against Scott's face, and smirked when she heard his muffled groan in response.

"You're unbelievable," she continued, rolling her eyes. "You're down there huffing me like it's the best thing that's ever happened to you. God, you're such a freak."

Scott barely registered her words. His thoughts were clouded, his body trembling as he succumbed to the sheer intensity of the moment. His hands twitched at his sides before one of them moved toward his lap, his palm pressing against the growing tension there as he gave in completely.

Kim caught the movement and scoffed loudly. "Oh my god, are you serious?" she said, glancing over at Ramona with a look of exaggerated disbelief. "He's actually... ugh. He's even grosser than I thought."

Ramona, seated on the couch with her legs crossed, just chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Kim shook her head, though a faint blush crept up her neck as she shifted her weight again, grinding herself slightly against Scott's face. "You're disgusting, Pilgrim," she muttered, though the corners of her lips twitched in a way that suggested she wasn't entirely put off by his reaction.

Scott, meanwhile, was completely lost in the moment. Kim's scent was unlike anything he'd experienced before—stronger, muskier, almost hypnotic in its intensity. The salty, earthy aroma clung to his senses, and every breath he took only drew him deeper into its hold.

The sharp contrast between Kim's scathing mockery and Ramona's amused, knowing glances only heightened the experience for him. He was trapped between the two of them, utterly humiliated and yet unable to resist.

"Guess he's really enjoying himself," Kim muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glanced at Ramona again.

"Oh, absolutely," Ramona replied, her smirk widening. "He's living the dream right now."

Kim snorted, shaking her head as she leaned back slightly, her weight still pressing firmly against Scott's face. "Pathetic," she said, though her voice had softened slightly.

Scott let out another muffled sound, his body trembling beneath her as he surrendered completely to the moment. He didn't care about the mockery, the teasing, or even the sheer humiliation of the situation. All that mattered was the overwhelming sensation of Kim's body against him, her scent filling his lungs, and the intense pleasure that came with it.

Kim shifted on Scott's face, feeling another gurgle in her stomach that sent a sharp pang through her lower gut. She winced slightly, her hand instinctively moving to her abdomen, though she quickly masked her discomfort with a deep breath.

Ramona, still watching from her spot on the couch, raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Kim?" she teased, her smirk widening as she leaned forward slightly.

Kim's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she turned her head to glare at Ramona. "Nothing," she muttered, though her stomach betrayed her with another audible gurgle. She sighed, clearly resigned. "Alright, here goes," she muttered under her breath, steeling herself.

Scott, still completely buried beneath her, had no idea what was coming. He could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her thighs pressed tightly against his head, and the faint shifting of her weight. But when she finally relaxed and let go, the sound that followed was unlike anything he'd heard before.

A long, droning BRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTT, wet and bubbly, erupted from Kim's body, vibrating through her soft flesh and directly into Scott's face. The force of it was shocking, a rumbling release that seemed to go on forever.

Scott's nostrils flared as the odor hit him instantly—sharp, sulfuric, and overwhelmingly foul. The smell was stronger than anything Ramona had produced, a toxic blend of pure methane and a distinctly fecal undertone that made his head spin. It was as if Kim had been holding back something solid, and the thought alone sent a shiver through Scott's entire body.

He inhaled deeply, his senses consumed by the noxious cloud surrounding him. The humiliation of it all—the sheer intensity of the smell, the vibrations against his face, and Kim's sharp mockery—only drove him further into submission. He let out a loud, guttural moan, completely losing himself in the moment as his arousal reached its peak.

Kim's cheeks burned red as she glanced back over her shoulder at Scott, her lips curling into an awkward smirk. "He's seriously into this," she muttered, her voice half-amused, half-disbelieving.

Ramona burst out laughing, covering her mouth with one hand as her shoulders shook. "Kim, that was... wow," she said between giggles. "I think you just ruined him."

Kim groaned, rubbing the back of her neck. "Don't make this weird," she muttered, though her blush deepened as she felt the way Scott trembled beneath her. She shifted slightly, pressing herself more firmly against his face to adjust her position.

Scott, meanwhile, was completely overwhelmed. He could feel his arousal pressing against the fabric of his jeans, the tension almost unbearable as he struggled to contain himself. Every inhale brought another wave of Kim's scent, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out another muffled groan.

Kim glanced at Ramona again, her expression caught between embarrassment and amusement. "Your boyfriend is seriously messed up, Flowers," she said, though her tone had softened.

"Tell me about it," Ramona replied with a sly grin. "But you're doing great, Kim. Keep it up—he's loving every second."

Kim rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. She shifted her weight again, feeling another faint bubble in her gut as she settled back into her position. "You're lucky it's his birthday," she muttered, though her tone carried a hint of playfulness.

Scott, lost in the haze of humiliation and pleasure, could only moan softly, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming experience.

Kim's cheeks flushed as another faint gurgle rippled through her stomach. She shifted her weight on Scott's face, trying to ignore the warmth in her own cheeks as she adjusted her position.

Behind her, Ramona's soft giggle made her bristle slightly. "What are you laughing at?" Kim snapped, glancing back over her shoulder.

Ramona grinned, leaning back against the couch with her arms crossed. "Nothing," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Just didn't expect you to get so into it."

Kim rolled her eyes, though the blush creeping up her neck deepened. "Shut up," she muttered, shifting again. The faint tension in her gut signaled that another release was imminent, but for now, she kept it at bay, focusing on her role.

Scott, buried beneath her, could barely contain himself. The weight of Kim's body, the warmth of her thighs, and the sheer dominance of her position over him had sent him spiraling completely out of control. He whimpered softly, his hands trembling at his sides as he struggled to keep himself steady.

Kim glanced back at him, catching the faint muffled sound. "Are you whining, Pilgrim?" she asked, her voice laced with mockery. "God, you're pathetic."

Her words stung, but they only seemed to amplify Scott's reaction. He couldn't stop himself from inhaling deeply, the musky, salty scent of her body filling his senses and making his mind reel.

"You're so gross," Kim added, shaking her head as she shifted again. "I can't believe this is what you're into."

Ramona, still watching with amusement, leaned forward slightly. "Don't be too mean, Kim," she teased. "He's doing so well. Such a good puppy, aren't you, Scott?"

The contrast between Kim's sharp mockery and Ramona's soft praise sent Scott spiraling further, his muffled moans growing louder as he trembled beneath them.

Kim rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Ramona's tone. "Good puppy? Seriously? You're just making him worse."

Ramona giggled, shrugging. "What can I say? He deserves it."

Kim sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted her position once more. The faint pressure in her stomach shifted, and a small, airy pfft-pfft escaped her, soft but unmistakable.

Scott froze beneath her, his body tensing as the sharp, sour scent hit his nose. He inhaled instinctively, his senses overwhelmed once again as he let out a muffled keen.

Kim glanced back at him, startled by the intensity of his reaction. "You've gotta be kidding me," she muttered, her voice incredulous.

Ramona laughed again, her grin widening. "Told you," she said, clearly enjoying the moment. "He loves it."

Kim sighed, though a faint smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she shook her head. "You're both insane," she muttered, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

Scott, lost in the overwhelming sensations and humiliation, let out another muffled moan, his entire body trembling as he succumbed completely to the moment.

Ramona suddenly sat upright on the couch, her face lighting up with excitement. "Oh! Oh! I've got another one!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing as she stood.

Kim turned her head, raising an eyebrow as she remained seated on Scott's face. "Seriously?" she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Ramona smirked and pointed toward her. "Move it, Kim. Birthday boy's all mine again."

Kim sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she shifted her weight and stood up, stepping aside reluctantly. "Fine, fine. I'm just getting warmed up, though," she muttered, brushing off her skirt with exaggerated nonchalance.

Scott, dazed and completely overwhelmed, barely registered the change as Kim moved away. His face was flushed, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as his senses swam with the lingering traces of Kim's scent. He blinked up at Ramona, his vision slightly blurred, as she stepped over to him with a triumphant grin.

"Miss me, puppy?" she asked, her voice sweet and teasing.

Before Scott could even think to respond, Ramona turned around, lifting her skirt to reveal the curve of her ass. Her black satin panties hugged her perfectly, the smooth fabric shimmering slightly in the light as she positioned herself. Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto Scott's face, her warm, firm cheeks pressing against him as she adjusted her weight.

Scott's muffled gasp was immediate, and Ramona laughed softly at the sound. She wiggled her hips slightly, settling herself more comfortably before glancing back at Kim. "See? He loves me more," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Kim snorted, crossing her arms as she leaned against the back of the couch. "Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that," she said, though her lips twitched as if holding back a smile.

Ramona leaned forward slightly, her smirk widening as she pushed. A loud, wet BRRRRRRTTTT echoed through the room, the sound vibrating through her body and directly into Scott's face.

Scott's reaction was instantaneous. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the pungent, sulfuric scent hit him full force. It was sharp and acrid, with a faintly sour undertone, and it made his head spin as he moaned softly into her.

Ramona burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking as she looked over at Kim, who wrinkled her nose in exaggerated disgust.

"God, Ramona," Kim muttered, covering her mouth with one hand. "You're absolutely vile."

Ramona just shrugged, her smirk never faltering. "What can I say? He likes it that way," she said, reaching back to give Scott's hair an affectionate ruffle.

Kim sighed, shaking her head as she tried to suppress a laugh. "You're both disgusting," she said, though her tone was more amused than judgmental.

Scott, meanwhile, was completely lost in the moment. The warmth of Ramona's body, the sharp intensity of her scent, and the teasing banter between the two women all blended into a dizzying haze that left him utterly at their mercy.

"Happy birthday, Scott," Ramona said, her voice soft and playful as she shifted her weight against him. "Hope you're enjoying yourself."

Scott tried to say something, but his voice was muffled beneath Ramona's body, reduced to little more than incoherent sounds. His lips moved against the satin fabric of her panties, and Ramona felt the faint vibration of his attempt to speak.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her smirk widening as she leaned down slightly. "Did you say something, puppy?" she asked, her tone soft but teasing, her fingers brushing through his hair.

Scott managed to get the words out, though they were still faint and muffled. "C-close," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained.

Ramona's eyebrows raised, her smirk shifting into something more triumphant. "Oh, really?" she purred, clearly delighted by the admission. "Already, huh?"

Kim, still leaning against the back of the couch, rolled her eyes dramatically. "Seriously, Pilgrim?" she said, her tone dripping with scorn. "You've barely lasted five minutes. That's just pathetic."

Scott's face flushed even deeper, his entire body trembling with the weight of his humiliation.

"Hush, Kim," Ramona said, shooting her a mock-stern look. "Let Scott enjoy himself. He's earned this."

Kim scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. "Earned it? By doing what, exactly? Breathing heavily and being gross?" she retorted, though the faint smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.

Ramona ignored her, focusing instead on Scott as she shifted her weight again, pressing herself more firmly against his face. "Go ahead, puppy," she said softly, her voice dripping with affection. "Let go. You've been such a good boy for me."

The contrast between Ramona's gentle praise and Kim's sharp mockery was almost too much for Scott to handle. His mind spun as the two voices blended together, one coaxing him forward while the other tore him down, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of complete release.

Ramona could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled beneath her, and her smirk widened. "That's it," she murmured. "Good boy. Just let it happen."

Kim rolled her eyes again, though she couldn't suppress a small laugh. "You're seriously encouraging this?" she said, shaking her head. "You're just as gross as he is, Flowers."

Ramona chuckled, glancing at Kim with a playful grin. "And you're still here, watching it all. What does that say about you?"

Kim flushed slightly, turning her head away as she muttered, "Shut up."

Scott, meanwhile, was barely holding on, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as his body trembled uncontrollably. The mixture of humiliation and approval, teasing and praise, was more than he could take, and he felt himself inching closer and closer to the breaking point.

Kim shifted uncomfortably as a sharp gurgle echoed through her lower stomach, and she winced slightly, placing a hand over her abdomen. She glanced at Ramona, her face reddening as she muttered, "Ramona, I gotta go again."

Ramona, who was still perched firmly on Scott's face, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, do you?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Kim crossed her arms, trying to look unaffected despite the growing blush on her cheeks. "Yeah, and we should swap. Move."

Ramona's smirk widened, and she leaned forward slightly, adjusting her weight on Scott's face before responding. "You just want him to blow his load to yours," she said, her tone playful but pointed.

Kim's blush deepened, and her eyes widened slightly as she snapped, "Shut up!" Her voice was sharper than she intended, and she looked away, clearly flustered.

Ramona chuckled, her amusement evident as she finally stood up, letting Scott catch a brief gasp of air. "Alright, alright," she said, waving a hand dismissively as she moved aside. "Go ahead, Kim. He's all yours."

Kim shot her a glare but didn't argue, stepping forward to take Ramona's place. As she moved closer to Scott, she noticed how dazed he looked—his cheeks flushed, his breaths shallow, and his eyes glazed over with a mix of arousal and submission.

Her lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile, though she quickly masked it with a scoff. "You're seriously pathetic, Pilgrim," she muttered, brushing off her skirt before lifting it up.

Ramona leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms as she watched the exchange with a knowing grin. "Don't hold back, Kim," she teased. "He's right on the edge."

Kim rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the small smirk that tugged at her lips. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, stepping forward and positioning herself over Scott. "Let's see what you can handle, Pilgrim."

Scott's breath hitched as Kim settled herself down onto his face, her warm, soft cheeks enveloping him completely once again. The shift in weight, the heat, the pressure—it was almost too much for him to process.

Ramona, still watching with keen interest, chuckled softly. "Looks like he's already losing it," she said, her voice teasing. "Better make it good, Kim."

Kim adjusted her position, feeling the tension building in her gut again. She glanced at Ramona, her cheeks still red as she muttered, "I'll show you 'good.'"

The playful banter between the two women only seemed to heighten Scott's reaction, his body trembling beneath Kim as he inhaled deeply, completely overcome by the moment.

Kim settled herself firmly on Scott's face, her thick thighs pressing against the sides of his head, smothering him completely. She adjusted her position, leaning slightly forward, and felt the soft, fat flesh of her ass conform against his face, enveloping him in warmth. Scott's muffled breaths tickled against her skin, but she ignored it, focusing on the faint tension building in her stomach.

She shifted again, grinding her weight slightly into him as she felt the pressure grow stronger. The gurgle in her gut was unmistakable, a signal that something big was coming. Kim glanced over at Ramona, who was still lounging on the couch, watching the scene with a smug grin.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Kim muttered, her voice tinged with both irritation and embarrassment.

Ramona shrugged, her smirk never faltering. "Oh, absolutely," she said, her tone playful. "And so is he. Look at him."

Kim glanced back at Scott, whose body was trembling beneath her. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel the way he inhaled deeply, his nose pressed tightly against her, his muffled sounds of submission vibrating against her skin.

"Pathetic," Kim muttered under her breath, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

The tension in her gut shifted, and Kim felt the pressure move lower. She braced herself, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she focused on what was coming. 'Here goes,' she thought, her heart pounding as she pushed lightly.

The sound that followed was nothing short of explosive. A loud, vibrating BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPT ripped through the air, reverberating through Kim's cheeks and directly into Scott's face. The sheer force of it made her shudder slightly, and she couldn't help but wince at the sensation.

The smell hit immediately—sharp, sulfuric, and nauseatingly strong. It was like a punch to the senses, a foul blend of rotting vegetables, eggs, and pure methane. The intensity of it made even Kim pause, her nose wrinkling slightly as she muttered, "God, that's awful."

Scott, however, was completely lost. The combination of the sound, the smell, and the sheer weight pressing against him sent him into sensory overload. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the pungent odor filled his lungs, and a loud, muffled moan escaped him as he shuddered violently beneath her.

Kim turned her head slightly, glancing at Ramona with wide eyes. "That was... intense," she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Ramona, on the other hand, burst out laughing, covering her mouth with one hand. "Kim, that was insane," she said between giggles. "You're gonna break him."

Kim groaned, rubbing the back of her neck as she shifted her weight again. "This is so weird," she muttered, though there was a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

Scott, meanwhile, was trembling uncontrollably, his hands twitching at his sides as he inhaled again, the foul scent overwhelming him. His mind was blank, consumed entirely by the sensation of Kim's body against him and the vibrations of her release.

Kim shifted her weight on Scott's face, glancing back as she felt him trembling beneath her. His muffled breaths came in ragged gasps, and she couldn't ignore the faint wet sound of his arousal. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk despite herself.

"Seriously, Pilgrim?" she muttered, half in disbelief and half in mockery.

Scott's muffled moans grew louder as he teetered on the edge, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. The sharp, lingering odor from Kim's release still clung to the air, filling his senses with its foul potency. He could feel her soft weight pressing against him, smothering him entirely, and it pushed him closer and closer to the inevitable.

Kim leaned back slightly, adjusting herself, and couldn't help but notice the way his body jerked beneath her. "No way," she muttered, her eyes widening slightly as realization hit her. "Is he seriously about to—"

Ramona, still seated on the couch, was watching intently. She bit her lip, her expression caught between amusement and affection as she saw Scott's body tense even further. "Oh, he's close," she murmured, her voice soft and teasing.

Kim wrinkled her nose, though she couldn't stop herself from laughing. "That's disgusting," she said, shaking her head. "He's really gonna finish to this? God, you're such a freak, Pilgrim."

That did it- Scott's muffled voice rose in a garbled cry as he finally lost control. His entire body shuddered violently as he climaxed, his hands twitching helplessly at his sides. He felt a rush of release, warm and sticky against his hand and the floor beneath him, as he moaned loudly into Kim's body.

Kim blinked in shock, then burst into genuine laughter, leaning forward slightly as she tried to steady herself. "Oh my god," she said, her voice shaking with mirth. "He actually did it. He came to this? That's so gross!"

Ramona, on the other hand, watched with a soft smile, her gaze lingering on Scott as he trembled beneath Kim. There was something endearing about the way he had completely unraveled, giving in to every ounce of pleasure and humiliation. It was gross, sure, but it was also... kind of adorable.

She bit her lip, hiding her smile as she glanced at Kim. "Well," she said, her voice light and playful, "you really outdid yourself, Kim. I think you broke him."

Kim snorted, shaking her head as she stood up and adjusted her skirt. "He broke himself," she muttered, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her.

Scott, still dazed and panting, tried to regain his composure, his face burning with a mix of shame and satisfaction. He could feel the warmth of his release on his hand and the floor, but he was too overwhelmed to care.

Ramona leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she watched him. "You okay, birthday boy?" she asked softly, her tone gentle despite the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Scott nodded weakly, his voice hoarse as he mumbled, "Y-yeah... that was... a lot."

Kim laughed again, rolling her eyes as she stepped away. "You're insane, Pilgrim," she said, though her voice was lighter now, almost playful.

Ramona's smile widened as she leaned back against the couch, her gaze flicking between Scott and Kim. "Adorable, gross, and hot all at once," she said, shaking her head. "Definitely a birthday to remember."

Kim scoffed, though she didn't argue. Instead, she glanced at Scott with a faint smirk, her eyes softening just slightly. "Yeah, well... don't get used to it," she muttered, though her tone lacked any real bite.

Scott lay there on the floor, breathing heavily, his face still flushed as he tried to gather himself. His body trembled with the aftershocks of his release, and he barely registered Kim stepping away, leaving him momentarily free. The weight of the moment lingered in the air, thick with the mingled scents of humiliation and satisfaction.

He finally managed to lift his head, glancing between Ramona and Kim with a sheepish, embarrassed smile. "That..." he began, his voice hoarse and shaky, "...might have been the hardest I've ever came."

For a moment, there was silence. Then both girls burst into laughter, the sound filling the room as Scott's face burned bright red.

Scott scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting to the floor as he tried to avoid their gaze. "I mean... it's true," he mumbled, his cheeks still glowing.

Ramona, meanwhile, was laughing softly, her eyes twinkling as she leaned forward on the couch. "You're unbelievable," she said, shaking her head as her laughter subsided. "But hey, at least you had fun, right?"

Scott nodded, his lips twitching into a small, nervous smile. "Yeah... I guess," he admitted, still avoiding eye contact.

Kim rolled her eyes, though the faint smirk on her face softened her words. "You're such a freak," she muttered, though her tone was less mocking now, almost playful.

Ramona reached out, ruffling Scott's hair affectionately. "And you're our freak," she said with a grin.

Scott finally managed a quiet laugh, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he let himself enjoy the moment. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment, there was a strange sense of comfort in the dynamic between the three of them—teasing, playful, and oddly intimate.

Kim leaned back against the couch, folding her arms as she gave Scott a pointed look. "Alright, Pilgrim," she said. "Clean yourself up. You're a mess."

Scott groaned, covering his face with his hands as Ramona chuckled beside him. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, his voice muffled. "Thanks for the reminder."

Ramona leaned back on the couch, her smile softening as she watched him. "Happy birthday, Scott," she said, her voice warm. "We really made it unforgettable, didn't we?"

Scott nodded, his cheeks still pink as he looked up at her. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "Thanks, Rammie... and Kim, too."

Kim shrugged, her smirk still in place. "Don't mention it," she said. "Seriously. Don't ever mention it."