Hey, it's  Tcyk89 again, posting the first story for the Furzen group! In this tale, a tigertaur finds out after eating too much chili and tacos that he has the power to set off several stinky bombs while riding a train.

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The civilians already didn’t like the look of the giant tigertaur. He had spent the last few minutes grumbling to himself and holding his stomach. Some of the train riders didn’t seem to pay attention; the taur was just another creature riding the train so he could get to his destination. Besides, most of them were listening to music, reading, or chatting on their cell phones. The tigertaur knew that very few furs and scaleys were paying attention to him; he could do it now without anyone even noticing or caring. The train smelled bad anyway; it had a stale, musky odor, and some of the trash a few train riders left on the floor wasn’t helping. The tigertaur groaned after hearing his belly grumbling fiercely and put his paws on his yellow polo shirt. A few civilians saw the four-legged tiger creature take a few steps back, his hind legs shaking a bit and his tail wagging. The tigertaur groaned again, his stomach rumbling so much that it looked like it was shaking. The giant beast didn’t want to let it out here. But the train was shaking so much as it sped along the tracks, the locomotive bumping everytime the train cars moved forward.

“You all right there, buddy?” asked a concerned weasel dressed in raggedy clothes.

The tigertaur glanced over at the weasel seconds before his stomach stopped bubbling. The orange-and-black-striped creature exhaled and slowly nodded.

“Yeah, yeah…only a little indigestion.”

The weasel closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But the weasel came prepared. He bent over and reached underneath his seat, taking out a duffel bag. He unzipped it and took out a black gasmask. Not caring how weird he looked in front of everyone else, the weasel put the mask on and promptly waited for the inevitable. The tigertaur began to pace around the car, hoping he could walk it out. But a taur’s digestive system was much more complex than a regular fur’s or scaley’s. They could eat at least five times as much food without even becoming considerably fat. Unfortunately, that also meant that it wasn’t wise to be around a taur when he or she had to void his or her bowels. And in this case, it wasn’t wise to be around the tigertaur, since he just finished gorging a dozen tacos and a gallon’s worth of spicy chili filled with beans. The tigertaur stopped walking and grabbed one of the metal poles in the train. He started to breathe heavily, knowing he wasn’t going to make it. The four-legged feline shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as he slowly lifted his tail.

It was only a soft gust at first. No one could even hear it. The tigertaur had to be careful; he wanted to let it out quietly without making too much of a scene. He sighed with relief, moments before a much louder hiss escaped from his anus. No one noticed where the gas was coming from, but a few passengers were plugging their noses or groaning as they smelled the strong odor of sulfur in the train. The tigertaur sighed again and let out another hissing fart. It lasted for several seconds this time and ended with a faint “BRRRRNNNT” noise. And although it was soft, it was definitely audible. Some of the passengers began to cough from the odor, trying to desperately fan the stink away. Others noticed that the tigertaur’s tail was lifted and began to scoot away. Feeling relaxed, the tigertaur sighed and pushed out a fart. This one wasn’t silent at all. It flew out of his ass before the taur could stop himself, emitting a deep sputtering noise that echoed throughout the train car. One of the furs could’ve sworn she saw a faint yellowish-brown mist seeping out of his ass and filling the car. Everyone knew that it was the tigertaur now, and he started to blush.

“Whoops! Uh…e-excuse me! I-I’ve been—”

The taur’s eyes grew wide when an even fiercer fart burst from his behind. He farted so hard that his tailhole bulged outwards, and his plump buttocks even shook a little. The grotesque sputtering noise went on for quite a while, and it ended with a nasty, squeaky sound. Everyone in the train (except the weasel with his gasmask) was shouting or groaning with disgust. A few of them were even on the floor, gagging as they choked on the sulfuric stench.

“FUCK, THAT STINKS!!”

“What the hell’s been festerin’ in your ass?!”

“Don’t you eat enough fiber?!”

The striped feline started to blush, panting as he began to move all around the car, looking for some direction to guide his flatulence to.

“Uh, sorry! I-I’ll just go to a, um—a-a less crowded car!”

The tigertaur began to awkwardly shift around in the train. Due to his size and four legs, the tigertaur struggled to fully turn himself around. In the process of moving, he accidentally shoved his funky ass right against a skinny wolf’s face. The canine let out a muffled shout as his muzzle was planted right against the hole and he breathed in the feline’s musky, foul-smelling ass. And to make matters worse, the tigertaur wound up passing gas again, filling everyone’s ears with a revolting “FFFFRRRRRRNT” sound that seemed to last forever. This time, a yellowish haze did emerge from the feline’s ass. It spread all around the train car quickly, making everyone fall to the floor and cough violently. A few of them started to pass out. Panicked, the tigertaur quickly sprinted out of the car, sliding open the doors so he could run into the adjacent one. The second car was even more crowded. The tigertaur didn’t stop; he had to keep moving. But his stupid belly wouldn’t let him. He was halfway through the train when he started to let out tiny farts. Everytime he stepped forward, his tail would wag and his fat rump would jiggle, similar to a horse’s ass. He also, unintentionally, let out quiet poots with each footstep as well.

The tigertaur stopped just long enough for some of the passengers to start coughing. His stomach grumbled again; the tigertaur was about to release a huge one. But the door was right there; all he had to do was jump for it. Taking a few breaths, the tigertaur inhaled sharply and leaped forward, landing with a hard thud. The second his footpaws hit the floor, he unleashed a fart so violent it could’ve blown someone’s hat off. The yellowish fog erupted from his ass again as the violent, squishy, sputtering sound filled everyone’s ears. The taur gritted his teeth; he could feel the hot gas bursting from his anus. He farted so hard that his buttocks vibrated. Some of the passengers couldn’t handle all the flatulence blowing into their faces and tried to take shelter under their seats. Others were knocked out instantly, the stench too strong for their sensitive noses to handle. The fart went on for nearly twenty seconds before the tigertaur exhaled and finally stopped. But by then, everyone in the car was unconscious, or too disoriented to even see. The tigertaur panicked and sprinted into the next car. He didn’t try to be subtle this time around. He wanted to head straight for the door.

And he would have, if he hadn’t tripped over someone’s luggage and landed flat on his stomach. The taur fell with a hard thud, and the stinky gas was forced through his bowels and out of his smelly rump. Everyone heard a squeaky noise at first and thought air was sluggishly deflating from a balloon. But then that was all replaced with a repulsive, gassy, splattering noise that went on for a very long time. Everyone saw the yellowish-brown gas coming out of the tigertaur’s anus and started to scream. But the tigertaur’s gas was powerful. The stench of sulfur was thick and heavy, mixed with the odor of a taur’s filthy behind. The passengers didn’t even have the time to get up and try to run into another car. The stink incapacitated them, causing them all to collapse to the floor as they retched from the disgusting odor. The tigertaur groaned again as another sputtering fart escaped from his smelly ass and the yellowish-brown gas continued to fill the car. The tigertaur stood up and began to sprint, leaving a trail of his stinky flatus from his behind. When the taur got into the fourth car, a melanistic squirrel in a business suit quickly reached under his seat and strapped on a gasmask. He heard that creature’s tummy grumbling the second he got onboard; no point in taking any chances.

Unsurprisingly, the tigertaur unleashed more of his nasty ass funk into the car, moments after he shut the door. It wasn’t as loud as his other farts, but the gas he released was so cloudy and toxic that it fogged up the car very slowly. His ass was no different from a failed science experiment in chemistry class, the toxic fumes slowly rising higher and higher as they fogged the entire classroom. And while the taur’s gas wasn’t fatal, it definitely smelled like it was, and it was lethal enough to make those who smelled it pass out. Whining and panting, the taur sat on the floor and crossed his legs, thinking that would help somehow. But he still wound up pushing out the same sputtering noises; the only difference was that the noise had a metallic sound to it since the gas was bouncing off the metal floor. The taur couldn’t stop blushing, his cheeks red as his putrid rump kept releasing wave after wave of stink bombs no one could tolerate. The taur couldn’t even tell if everyone was still conscious. He could barely even see. So the tigertaur, not wanting to gas out anyone else who was still conscious, sprinted into the fifth and final car.

But his stomach was still hurting. There was nothing he could do now. Most of his gas was gone anyway. And since he had already gassed four other cars carrying civilians, he figured he’d just deal with gassing out another. The tigertaur glanced to his left and saw a fox dressed in a gray suit with an odd briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. The striped creature was about to turn around to try and bash open a window; perhaps he’d be able to fart outside before it was too late. But in the end, he failed, and the tigertaur’s tailhole opened up to release a substantial amount of fetid flatulence. The sputtering sound reminded everyone of a motorcycle that was failing to start. And just like a motorcycle, the feline released various clouds of acrid gas that caused everyone to choke. The yellowish-brown flatus spread around the train car like a disease, infecting everyone and everything around it before anyone even knew what was happening. Those who weren’t blinded by the four-legged beast’s noxious gas had a lovely view of his fat ass, which vibrated as the gas bubbles exploded on their way to freedom. The tigertaur exhaled, feeling a bit better now that almost all the gas was gone.

The fox in the suit was about to get out of his seat when the tigertaur shifted around in the car. The fox let out a muffled shout when the tigertaur inadvertently wound up pressing his big bottom against the vulpine’s face. Before he could stop himself, his ass exploded again, and the fox was bombarded with hot gas that flowed into his lungs. The rotten stench made the fox’s eyes water, to the point where he couldn’t see anymore. All the nasty gases irritated the fox’s olfaction; the odor made him lightheaded very fast. He could actually feel the gas popping against his face, the four-legged creature’s fat buttocks jiggling along his face. It wasn’t long before the fox passed out and collapsed onto the floor. Once he passed out, the tigertaur turned around and stopped farting, the entire train fogged with flatulence. The taur waited for a brief moment before he heard a loud screech and grabbed one of the metal poles. The train slowly began to stop, the wheels grinding along the metal tracks. Then the train stopped moving entirely, much to the taur’s glee. He stood where he was, breathing in his foul gases and waiting for his partners to show up.

The train door hissed open, and the tigertaur heard three furs breathing heavily. The melanistic squirrel and the weasel dressed in filthy clothes both stepped into the caboose and stood alongside the taur. Along with them was the train driver, a pudgy kangaroo wearing dark blue pants and a light blue dress shirt. All three of them were still wearing gasmasks, clearly aware of how toxic the taur’s flatulence was. They stepped into the caboose and looked at all the passengers. The kangaroo exhaled before he saw the fox lying on the floor with the suitcase.

“Found him. Cutters!”

The weasel dropped the duffel bag he was holding and took out a pair of bolt cutters. As the pudgy kangaroo grabbed them and crouched down, he blinked and began to speak to the taur.

“Any problems?”

The tigertaur chuckled. “Not at all! Stomach still hurts, but everything worked out just the way I anticipated! You see? We didn’t even have to hurt anyone!”

The squirrel exhaled and saw a polar bear groaning and trying to stand up. “Think you missed someone.”

The tigertaur glanced behind his shoulder and grinned as he saw the polar bear. Grinning, he backed up towards the white-furred bear like a delivery truck slowly going in reverse. Then he wiggled his fat ass and sat down on the ursine’s face. He folded his arms with a smirk on his mug and leaned over, pushing out another raunchy, muffled fart. The polar bear let out a soft groan before he went still and blacked out. Meanwhile, the kangaroo used the bolt cutters to cut off the handcuff linking the fox’s paw to the suitcase. After it was severed, he picked up the suitcase and inputted a code a friend of his gave to him a week ago. The suitcase clicked open, and the kangaroo started to chuckle once he saw what was inside.

“That’s it. We got it gentlemen!”

The taur, weasel and kangaroo started laughing and whooping to themselves at their discovery. Inside the suitcase were diamonds, enough for them to earn at least fifty million dollars. The squirrel, however, wasn’t celebrating just yet.

“Don’t get cocky yet, boys. We still gotta find someone who’s gonna buy these diamonds from us. And it won’t be long before the cops or the furs this fox works for realize we stole these diamonds,” said the squirrel.

“Take that stick out your ass. We just stole a shitload of diamonds without hurting or killing anybody, and we didn’t even get caught!” said the weasel.

The tigertaur nodded. “And even if, by some reason, I get caught, I’ll just tell the cops that I ate one too many tacos and couldn’t control myself! And while I was busy farting, I ‘accidentally’ knocked out all the passengers, this fox included! Then I can lie and say that someone else on the train must’ve used my gassy episode to their advantage and stole the briefcase without me knowing. Hehe, it’s foolproof, a perfect alibi! I’m a taur! Everyone knows that taurs produce more gas than regular creatures!”

“Amongst other things…” muttered the squirrel.

“Hey, I warned you guys in advance that I ate a bunch of prunes that day. You were the ones who thought it was a good idea to hide in the same horse trailer as me!”

“Anyway,” said the weasel, trying not to remember that disgusting memory, “let’s get out of the tunnels. We better leave town sooner than later before anyone comes looking for this!”

The other three criminals nodded, and the tigertaur turned back around so he could open up the back door. After it was open, the taur hopped outside into the chilly tunnel and stepped onto the train tracks. The other three criminals followed, and began to take off their gasmasks. Suddenly, the taur’s plump belly started to grumble.

“Err…you guys might wanna keep those on. I feel a big one coming!”

The three furs sighed with exasperation as the put the masks back on and quickly began to walk in front of the four-legged beast.

“Well, at least we put his ass to good use this time,” said the weasel.