"We're on in three...two...one." said Freddie as he started rolling the camera.
"Hi everybody," Carly greeted her internet audience, "and welcome to iCarly!"
"I'm Sam," Sam stated to the camera with a grin.
"And I'm Carly," Carly adds. "And today wer'e taking another internet dare."
"Today's dare comes from hotpocketshogun," Sam reads off of her laptop screen.
"Dear Carly," Carly continues to read off the same screen, "I dare you to fart in Sam's face for thirty seconds straight." A grin spread across Freddie's face as Sam's smile quickly disappeared.
"Wait wha-?" Sam started to say before being cut off by Carly.
"Alright hotpocketshogun, you got yourself a dare!" Carly says with enthusiasm. "Alright Sam get down there." Carly says, as she bends over and points to her butt. Sam hesitated a moment before slowly dropping to her knees. She looked at the camera and gave it a nervous smile before turning her face toward Carly's tight jeanclad buttcheeks. Carly suddenly grabbed her by the back of the head and stuffed her face into her butt.
"Ready Sam?" Freddie asked from behind his camera, obviously taking great delight in seeing Sam this way. Sam couldn't believe she was doing this, but at this point there wasn't much turning back; she'll just have to kill Freddie later. With her face pressed against her best friend's rear end, all Sam could do was hold a thumb up. "Ready Carly?"
"Ready," Carly answered with a cheerful smile.
"Thirty seconds on the clock," Freddie stated, "Start your farts in three...two...", I can't believe I'm doing this, thought Sam, "...one!" A blast of putrid gas instantly smacked Sam in the face. Carly's eyes grew wide and her mouth puckered into a innocent "oopsie" face, followed by a delightfully cute smile. Freddie's eyes grew wide from surprise. Carly was actually farting on Sam's face. First off, he never heard Carly fart, much less expected her to do it in someone's face. The smell made Sam gag and cough. Instinctively, she tried to turn her face away from the stench but Carly held her firmly in place. One second down. Another fart blasts out of Carly's butt. Oh my god, thinks Sam, I thought my farts were bad, can this timer go any slower? Second by agonizing second the timer counts down, every few seconds accompanied by another fart. Freddie took the opportunity to vary the camera pov by focusing the camera on Sam's face, or rather Carly's butt, then moving back to Carly's still smiling face just as she was closing her eyes to strain out another butt-blast.
"So far so good," Carly giggled, "How you doing back there Sam?" I'm gonna die in here, thought Sam. But Sam still managed to hold a thumb up."Good," Carly says , farting again, "seventeen seconds to go." You gotta be kidding me, Sam thinks, I don't know how much more I can take. Just then, Carly released a five second long gurgling fart, followed by a sigh of relief. "Wait there's more," Carly says before following up with some smaller poots. "Phew," Carly adds as she fans her nose. "Almost done Sam." Almost there, Sam thinks, aw who am I kidding? These farts are going to kill me.
"Ten seconds". Freddie announces.
"Let's make them count," Carly giggles as her farts intensify in both amount and stench. I gotta get out of here! Sam thinks. She tries to pull her face out of Carly's buttcheeks but is only crammed in deeper by the hand on the back of her head.
"Last one," Carly says. She then clenches her eyes shut to force out one last huge reeking fart.
"Three, two and one! Time!" Freddie says. Carly releases Sam's head who immediately fall to the ground, gasping desperately for fresh air.
"Don't worry everybody, she'll be fine, " Carly assures the camer, "That's all for today, so until next time. Keep those dares coming. Seeya tomorrow."
"And that's a wrap," Freddie ssys as he shuts off the camera, "That was...different."
"Flat out fun is more like it," said Carly, "What did you think Sam?"
Sam just glared up at her and dais...