Gathering Data

“I don't know why I let you talk me into this” Rose Finchley pouted, shivering slightly in the cold air “My suit smells fine!”

She sat cross-legged atop the counter of an abandoned diner in only her underwear, watching Curie as she scrubbed happily away at her tattered vault suit in the kitchen's basin. They had stopped at the diner en route to a nearby settlement, and as Rose rooted around in the kitchen's fridge for a snack, Curie had talked her into letting her give the adventurer's outfit a much-needed clean.

“My apologies, Rose” Curie began, looking apologetic “The smell is no bother to me, but misseur Danse insisted that it be cleaned before-”

“Wait, wait” Rose interrupted her through a mouthful of devilled eggs “It doesn't bother you? At all?” she asked, incredulous. Curie shook her head, pulling the soaked vault suit, finally more blue than brown, from the dirty water and wringing it out into the basin. “Is your new body's nose broken?”

Curie giggled as she hung the clean suit over a broken pipe to dry, then turned to face her “No no, it's nothing like that” she smiled “Despite all of this body's wonderful new senses, I am still a modified Miss Nanny robot. My programming does not assign specific values to different olfactory stimuli, as yours does.”

“Oh” Rose blinked, taking a moment to process this new information as she polished off the last of the eggs “...is that why you're the only one who doesn't mind bunking with Strong and I?”

Curie laughed again “Well, not quite. The others – misseur Garvey, madame Piper – they.. dislike these smells, yes?” Rose nodded – some of her companions, like Hancock, were more accepting (although Rose suspected that his acceptance was mostly due to his lack of a nose), but many of them made no secret of their dislike for her crude, and often downright disgusting, nature. “Ah, this is a shame. To me, these things are fascinating; so wonderfully human! To eat and drink and sweat, even to.. how you say, break the wind?”

“Ohh, that's right!” Rose nodded, suddenly connecting the dots “Synths can't do any of that stuff, can they?”

“No, we can't..” Curie's smile shrank slightly, and the two women fell silent for a few moments

“Ooh..” Rose groaned, placing a hand on her bare stomach as it gave an ominous gurgle “Speaking of, I think those eggs might be kicking in, I don't feel too great...” she shifted uncomfortably “You don't mind if I..?”Curie shook her head.

Pphuuuurtttt!

Rose leant to the side, steadying herself on the counter with one hand and using the other to lift her cheek as she let out a long, airy fart “Ahh...” she closed her eyes, not noticing as Curie inched slightly closer, watching with interest.

“You take pleasure in this act, yes?” she asked “If it brings you pleasure, why do the others not do it, as well?”

“Well, it's not that they don't” began Rose “I guess they just aren't as open as me. Not a lot of people are.”

“Why not? asked Curie “It seems very.. human, to be open about these things.”

“You'd think so, right?” Rose nodded enthusiastically, then sighed “Before the war – before I got frozen, I was married to this man, and he didn't like this side of me. So I changed, because I thought I loved him” she paused a moment, then shook her head “You wouldn't believe it looking at me now, but I used to wear dresses, Curie. And makeup, and – and actually go outside to fart!” she chuckled “Can you believe that?”

Curie frowned “I'm sorry, that sounds awful..”

“It was..” Rose looked away, and the two stayed silent for a moment “But now I have people like you, Curie!” she said brightly “Who love me for who I am. And it's so great.”

Curie beamed, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around Rose in a tight hug “But of course! I am so lucky to have a friend like y-”

ggrrowl..

“Oh! I'm so sorry, mademoiselle..” Curie drew back quickly, panicking “Was that too tight? I didn't mean..”

“Ah, n-no” Rose grimaced, clutching her stomach “It's fine, really – it's just.. nnh, it's just stuck..”

“Is there anything I can do?” asked Curie, wringing her hands with concern for her pained friend.

“Actually, uh..” Rose groaned “I think.. ah.. I think, another hug might do it.” Without missing a beat, Curie stepped forward again and squeezed Rose tightly, eliciting an appreciative moan as Rose unleashed a massive fart onto the counter.

PPRRRRAAAAPTT!

“Unhh.. much better” Rose paused, surprised to find Curie still hugging her. “Curie, are you.. sniffing?”

“Ah -!” Curie flew backwards, raising her palms apologetically “I-I'm sorry, mademoiselle, I just wanted to, er..” she stammered.

“It's fine, it's a little windy in here” Rose laughed, noticing that all traces of her gas seemed to have been whipped away by the cold wind whistling through the diner's cracked facade “..uh, you know what I mean.”

Curie sighed with relief, then smiled nervously “Then, perhaps..” she muttered “May I.. from your..?”

“Wait, really..?” It took Rose a moment, but once she was sure the petite synth was serious, she was all too happy to oblige. She hopped down from the counter, leaning forward and swinging her rear around to face Curie, who nervously knelt down behind her and pressed her upturned nose into the worn fabric of Rose's panties.

Phuuuuurt..

She released a soft, airy puff of gas, hearing Curie immediately start to giggle “Oh! It tickles..” she felt Curie's breath against her skin as the other woman slowly began to take long, deep whiffs.

“How does it smell?” asked Rose, enjoying the feel of Curie's delicate breaths against her; different to Travis' desperate, lustful sniffs, but somehow just as enjoyable.

“Ah, it's.. curious” Curie sighed. Rose almost felt disappointed, until; “..do you have any more?”

“Always” grinned rose, cocking her leg and gripping the counter as she relaxed and let out another airy blast, this one much louder.

PPRAAAAAPTT!

“Ooh, so warm!” Curie squealed, pulling back and placing her hand against Rose's backside, feeling warmth spread through the fabric. “And the smell..” she removed her hand and pressed her face back against the other woman's behind, nestling her nose deeper between her cheeks and taking long whiffs of the hot, eggy stink

“Ooh, I can feel a big one.. Curie, can you-?” Without hesitation, Curie reached up and began to rub Rose’s belly, not taking her nose from its place on her ass. Rose gave a soft moan of appreciation before biting her lip and bearing down.

PppblppbrrpBLOORT!

A long, loud blast bubbled out of her, filling Curie's nose with the heavy, ripe stench of rotten eggs. “Ah, yeah.. that was a good one..” she glanced over her shoulder, smiling at the sight of Curie still kneeling with her hands neatly folded in her lap, happily sniffing away “Wow, Curie. That nose can take a beating – I don't think Nate could've withstood being within a mile of that one.”

Rose felt her stomach lurch and before she had time to stop herself, she let rip with a barrage of bubbly, wet farts.

pblpbluuURT! brrapt! prrrrapt! Prrumpt! Bblapt! Pppbblupt! Phrrupt! Plup! Plapt! Prrrup! SspPBLOOOORTtsss...

“Oh, fuck yeah..” Rose panted, slumping against the counter “..uh, my bad. That was probably a bit much..” but to her surprise, Curie continued sniffing, and sniffing, and sniffing. Rose was sure not even Travis could have withstood that onslaught.

When the synth was certain she had sniffed up every last lingering whisp of gas, she got to her feet. Rose turned to face her, and for a moment part of her feared Curie might slap her. Instead, she gave an appreciative smile “Thank you, Rose. This was.. very enlightening” she grabbed the adventurer's now dry vault suit and handed it to her, then giggled. “But ah, perhaps you should visit the restroom, before we leave?”

Rose placed a hand on her grumbling stomach “That's.. not a bad idea” she turned to leave, then paused “So, is travelling with me teaching you as much about humans as you'd hoped?”

“Oui” Curie nodded “You are just as fascinating as I'd imagined. And you smell wonderful.”