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WARNING! This story contains the following...
- (Semi-Hyper) Farting
- Facesitting
- Facefarting
'bout time I made another one of these. Kinda rushed it though but I think it still turned out pretty good.
Story is below.
Bill nervously stepped into the casino. Dozens of tall Pokémon jerked their heads to the small little Rattata who had just came through the glass doors. "...h-hi..." He gave a weak smile at them all before walking a bit further. Out of all the people he passed by, Bill couldn't decide who or what looked scarier. Not only was the smell of cigar smoke suffocating, but the endlessly pairs of eyes staring him down was making his skin crawl several times over. "Just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce..." He whispered to himself. "Just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce, just gotta- OOF!" Since he wasn't paying attention, the Rattata bumped into somebody. As he looked up as far as his head could go, his eyes met with a Tyranitar's, who was staring down at him with your typical bully grin and glare.
"Well lookie what we got here. A little baby Rattata." It said.
"...*gulp*." Bill was already shaking. "A-actually, s-sir, I'm 19..."
"Ohhhh, just finished growin' now have we? What's a little guy like you doin' in here?"
"W-well I, I just c-came to see s-somebody, a-a-and I--"
"Look, kiddo. As much as I love stutterin' little rats walkin' up into MY casino, ya don't belong here, so scram."
"B-but--"
"I said SCRAM!"
"Eep!" The rat squeaked and was already about to turn tail, but just before he fled, another Pokémon approached the both of them. Suddenly, a strange stench filled in the air, one that brought the thought of a gas station bathroom to Bill's mind. The Rattata held a paw over his nose, and many around him did the same, however the Tyranitar seemed...scared of the smell more than anything.
"Did I hear somebody say that this was their casino?" A Skuntank suddenly appeared behind the Tyranitar.
"B-Bruce!" The Rock type leaped and turned to the skunk, immediately beginning to sweat spontaneously as he looked down at this Bruce character.
"...was it you, Ross?"
"N-no sir! I'd never say--"
"Because to me, it sounded an awful lot like your voice... ya know who this place belongs too, don't ya? Or are you that much of an idiot to pretend that it's yours?" A purple hue emitted around Bruce, appearing somewhat airy and smokey. The new stench from before amplified tenfold, and even caused a few people to cough.
"N-no! I mean-- *cough*, YES! Err, I mean...it belongs to you, Bruce! I-I'd never act like I own this place! Never! Eh heh heh..." Ross tried not to react much to the smell. He knew that it'd costly on his part if he did.
"...and who exactly is this rodent here?" Bruce looked down at Bill.
"O-oh, h-him? We were just havin' a nice, friendly cha--"
"Move it."
Ross moved it.
"...hey there little guy. Ya lost or somethin'?"
Bill shivered for a while before mustering the will to answer. "I...I-I was just looking for somebody... somebody named Bruce?"
"...I see." The hue around him disappeared, and the smell began to fade. A sigh of relief was heard from many people in the background. "You're right in front of 'em kid. What's up?"
"...*gulp*. Well I, I just moved here to Mal-Odour and I'm really poor, y-you see. I didn't have enough money to rent a hotel room anywhere and I have nowhere else to go so I--"
"That's all I need to know kid. I'm guessin' you heard about me from somewhere?" Bruce here was a well known figure in the city of Mal-Odour. As everybody's go-to stop for both quick and illegal cash, the police had records all over this man.
"Well, uh, yeah actually." Bill replied. "I'm visiting my cousin here, and he told me that if I didn't have enough money for a hotel room, then I could just come to you."
"Really now? Wonder why he didn't let ya stay at his place...that's none of my business though. Here." The Skuntank pulled out a wad of cash...from Ross' pants pocket. "Take a good 500."
"H-huh?! B-b-boss!"
"Shut it Ross. You're already on thin ice here."
"..." Ross shut it.
"W...what are you doing?" Bill asked.
"What does it look it kid? I'm givin' ya cash. It'll get 'cha a room, food, drinks, taxi rides, all that good stuff. Meet me out in the alleyway next Saturday, say, 'round 3:00AM. That's when you'll pay me back, k?"
"Oh...O-OH! Okay! Sure!" The Rattata took the money with his mouth, and smiled at Bruce, scurrying out of the casino more happy than scared now. "Thanks mister!"
"No prob."
...
. . . the next week . . .
"Okay, so he told me to meet him...here." Bill approached the alleyway that Bruce had spoken of. "...well, here it goes..." When he was close enough, he smelled something strange all of a sudden. It was...rather indescribable, and not in a good way. "Ugh!" There was also a faint purple hue permeated in the air, and to be able to see the color of the stench alone was saying a lot, considering that it was mostly dark out. Bill waved a paw in front of his face. "Does the trash stink that bad here or...?"
He pulled out a flashlight to get a better look at things. Bill didn't see Bruce anywhere at first, but when he heard the sound of a creaking door opening in the back, Bill shined his light at it to see Bruce slowly creeping out.
"AHH! THE COPS! ...wait, what the? Get that light out of my face boy!"
"O-oops! Sorry!" Bill turned it off.
"Grrr...dumb kid, nearly gave me a heart attack..." The Skuntank slowly walked to Bill with an annoyed look on his face. As his anger built, another purple hue had surrounded him, similar to his last encounter with Bill. Visible fumes were actually wafting from the Skuntank's rump as he approached the Rattata. It was somewhat misty, hovering above Bruce like smoke.
"What...the...?" Bill covered his snout with his paw once Bruce, or rather, the fumes came near. The odorous scent jogged his memory of last week. Perhaps this was normal for Bruce's species? Bill wouldn't know. "E-ew..."
"So, ya finally showed up, huh? I was this close to sendin' the boys after ya to go and find ya for me."
("...the boys...?") Bill couldn't imagine who they were supposed to be.
"Do ya have the money or not, rat? I ain't got all night."
"Huh? O-oh well, um...a-about that..."
"It's a yes or no question."
"Y-yes, I know but--"
"Then why aren't you answerin' it?"
"I...well I-- *cough*, I...don't know how to say this, but...I don't exactly have it all as of right now, y-you see."
"..."
"...b-but wait, I can explain! ...you see, uh, during my trip here, I...had spent far more money than I could have expected on tickets! I accidentally got off the bus early at a different city, sssoooooo at the station, I had to buy another ticket to ride another bus that was coming here to Mal-Odour and--"
"Look, kid. I don't care about how your little trip went down. All I care about is the money. I loaned ya 500 and I want it back, so I'll ask again. Do ya have it or not?"
"I... no. I'm sorry."
"...see? That's all ya had to say."
"..." Bill blinked. "...I-I said I'm sorry..."
"No worries. Happens to the best of us, am I right?"
"O-oh...well I mean, I have about maybe 50- err I mean, 30 right now, If you give me about a month or so, I could probably pay you back completely..."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I never expected a guy like you to get that much money that quickly on his own. 'sides...there's other ways to pay off your debt..." Bruce walked even closer to Bill. He started to circle him, creepily walking behind the oblivious rat as slow as possible. He left a trail of purple gas behind, gas that surrounded Bill and hovered just above his sensitive nose.
"...mmpf!" Bill slapped another paw over his muzzle, but it barely blocked out the smell. As Bruce took a full turn around Bill, his rump facing the rat, the Skuntank showed his hide to Bill, then suddenly farted directly in his face. "...*COUGH*, *COUGH* oh my goodness, *COUGH*!" The smell was just... appalling. Bill immediately covered his face with his both of his paws, AND his tail, but it still did very little to help him. A particularly dark shade of purple hovered over his muzzle, and it wasn't going away.
"Ya see, Bill..." Bruce looked back to him. "I don't know how things work where you live, but 'round here, ya don't just take triple digits from a man and expect to try and make quick negotiations afterwards. Did your cousin ever tell ya how dangerous that is?"
"Agh...w-wait... *COUGH*, all I need is a month to-- *COUGH*, to-- *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*!"
The gas wafting from Bruce's rear suddenly became weirdly stronger, almost as if it had been triggered by something. "You honestly expect me to wait a month? You'd probably flee town by then, wouldn't you?"
"..."
"Mhm. Yeah I know your type. Comin' up to people, askin' for money, and never payin' 'em back. I bet this 'cousin' of yours knows just how much of a freeloader you are." The gas grew even stronger.
"*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*...n-n-no! You've got it all wrong!"
"Yeah? And how's that?"
"I...I really can get the money by next month...s-somehow...I just need time!"
"Mhm, surrrre. Kid, look. Maybe you can get away scammin' folks back where you live, but here, it ain't easy to be played for fools. I think you need a quick lesson in how things work here in Mal-Odour."
Suddenly, a blast of flatus sliced through the air and tackled Bill, quickly tainting what could've even been called "air" with a dark purple smog and hue. The Rattata became blinded by gas as his whiskers flapped in Bruce's winds, stretching across his muzzle as he and everything around him was engulfed in the Skuntank's cloudy fart. The sound of pawsteps turned his attention to the right, where he immediately he saw Bruce's purple and beige rump emerge from the smog and pressing against his muzzle. Before Bill could even react, gas expelled and stormed into his nostrils like a speeding flames. He fell to the ground, slapping both paws and tail over his snout before beginning to cough, hack, and wheeze once again, anything to get that stench out of his lungs. Bruce walked through his smog and stood before Bill, wearing a sly smile on his face as he watched the rat visibly cringe.
"Heh, and here I thought rats liked these kind of smells."
"Oh dear ARCEUS what is wrong with you?!" Bill exclaimed.
"Nothin', I just don't like freeloaders."
"I told you I don't have the money ye-- PFFFFFFFFRRRTT!!"
"Yeah yeah, I heard ya. Shut up and take what's comin'." As Bruce farted, he began to back up, slowly approaching the Rattata with his rump-first. His cheeks were literal centimeters away from the Rattata's muzzle as he farted directly in Bill's face, spreading his legs apart to let the gas out faster. This close up, Bruce's farts felt like a sauna, suffocating and sweat-inducing. Bill was damp in a matter of minutes. The gas clinged to his wet fur and began to odorize him, even internally since he was being forced to breathe it all. "Mmmm..." Bruce spread his legs even more. His cheeks vibrated with a loud, sputtering fart, smacking against Bill's face multiple times. The skunk smiled as the rat helplessly retched and began to plead, though he only responded with another grotesque fart.
"P-...P-Please, stop! I-ll-- *COUGH*, I-- *HACK*, I'll have the m-money to you by next...next Thurs-- *COUGH*, day...if you just give me some more time!"
Bruce ignored him.
"PLEASE! Five days! All I need is five more d-- PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBLBLBLBLBLBLBLLLTTT!!"
"Shuddap." Bruce sent a rush of flatus straight into the Rattata's mouth. The rodent's watery eyes widened as the gas tunneled down into his belly and bloated him up. He started coughing like there was no tomorrow, breath now hotter than steam. His coughs exchanged old gas for new gas, as he was basically breathing nothing but farts at this point. He couldn't even keep his eyes open all the way without tearing up.
"H...H-HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP-- MMMM!" Bruce sat on Bill, muting him immediately.
"Didn't I tell ya to shut up already? Man, if you thought you needed help now..." The skunk lifted a leg inches off of the ground. With a slight grunt, an explosive blast of farts was released. The gas was wet, sloppy and repulsive. Bill's muzzle had gone completely numb, and his nasal cavities were dry. His sight was also dulled and blackened by Bruce's engulfing rear, leaving him to his other senses. All Bill heard was Bruce's bubbly farts, all he felt was the skunk's rumpsweat soaking into his fur... and somehow, he could still smell every lick of Bruce's flatulence despite how numb his nose was. That's when all of a sudden, Bill began to feel lightheaded. As sweat from two sources washed over his face, everything started to tune out. He felt hot, nauseous and numb all over. He began to lose control of the little strength he had to stay awake. As Bill was on the brink of passing out, everything suddenly just...stopped. Bruce stopped farting, the wind stopped blowing... was it finally over? ...no. A gurgling noise sounded lowly from Bruce's belly. The sound traveled through his innards and eventually moved to his rectum, rumbling ominously at Bill.
"...nngh...here it comes...the biggest fart I've got left to offer." The skunk wafted a smokey gas once again, however this time it wasn't the color purple... "A freeloader like you oughta enjoy this..."
It was brown.
Words would do little to describe a fart like this. Sickening, revolting, nauseating. These wouldn't begin to express just how outrageous this explosion of a fart really was. A chocolatey brown blast blew in one direction, and spread in all the others. Anyone even remotely close to the alleyway had fainted almost instantly. The Skuntank lul'd his tongue out as he felt the gas pass out of his body, and smiled at a smell that even he found vulgar. His stink bomb of a backside blew farts relentlessly, clouding up everything so terribly that not even something as as a windstorm could clear it. After a great deal of time, his fart eventually came to a sluggish halt. He lifted his leg, and topped it all off with a tiny toot, then after a minute of relaxing, Bruce finally stood up and off of Bill.
"...huh. Looks like he passed out." Indeed he did. Bill was out cold. Thankfully the guy was still breathing all and well, though after a fart like that, Bill most likely would not be the same ever again. The rat's lungs had been permanently damaged to turn any breath that Bill took into the smell of skunk butt, not to mention his body in general. It'd be a strong reminder to hold up his end of an agreement next time he made one in a city like this.
"...I hope you got a good taste of Mal-Odour, kid, 'cuz with any luck, you just might not have to deal with somebody like me again." Bruce yawned. "*yaaaaawn*...welp. I'm kinda tired so...see ya around." Bruce walked back to the door he came out of, and entered the casino like nothing had ever happened. Bill was left there, drenched in sweat and permanently stinkified. The young rodent probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, but whenever he did, he'd most certainly remember not to ask him for money ever again.
Pokémon belongs to © Game Freak Inc.
Story written by © SinnohianSkunk
- (Semi-Hyper) Farting
- Facesitting
- Facefarting
'bout time I made another one of these. Kinda rushed it though but I think it still turned out pretty good.
Story is below.
Bill nervously stepped into the casino. Dozens of tall Pokémon jerked their heads to the small little Rattata who had just came through the glass doors. "...h-hi..." He gave a weak smile at them all before walking a bit further. Out of all the people he passed by, Bill couldn't decide who or what looked scarier. Not only was the smell of cigar smoke suffocating, but the endlessly pairs of eyes staring him down was making his skin crawl several times over. "Just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce..." He whispered to himself. "Just gotta find Bruce, just gotta find Bruce, just gotta- OOF!" Since he wasn't paying attention, the Rattata bumped into somebody. As he looked up as far as his head could go, his eyes met with a Tyranitar's, who was staring down at him with your typical bully grin and glare.
"Well lookie what we got here. A little baby Rattata." It said.
"...*gulp*." Bill was already shaking. "A-actually, s-sir, I'm 19..."
"Ohhhh, just finished growin' now have we? What's a little guy like you doin' in here?"
"W-well I, I just c-came to see s-somebody, a-a-and I--"
"Look, kiddo. As much as I love stutterin' little rats walkin' up into MY casino, ya don't belong here, so scram."
"B-but--"
"I said SCRAM!"
"Eep!" The rat squeaked and was already about to turn tail, but just before he fled, another Pokémon approached the both of them. Suddenly, a strange stench filled in the air, one that brought the thought of a gas station bathroom to Bill's mind. The Rattata held a paw over his nose, and many around him did the same, however the Tyranitar seemed...scared of the smell more than anything.
"Did I hear somebody say that this was their casino?" A Skuntank suddenly appeared behind the Tyranitar.
"B-Bruce!" The Rock type leaped and turned to the skunk, immediately beginning to sweat spontaneously as he looked down at this Bruce character.
"...was it you, Ross?"
"N-no sir! I'd never say--"
"Because to me, it sounded an awful lot like your voice... ya know who this place belongs too, don't ya? Or are you that much of an idiot to pretend that it's yours?" A purple hue emitted around Bruce, appearing somewhat airy and smokey. The new stench from before amplified tenfold, and even caused a few people to cough.
"N-no! I mean-- *cough*, YES! Err, I mean...it belongs to you, Bruce! I-I'd never act like I own this place! Never! Eh heh heh..." Ross tried not to react much to the smell. He knew that it'd costly on his part if he did.
"...and who exactly is this rodent here?" Bruce looked down at Bill.
"O-oh, h-him? We were just havin' a nice, friendly cha--"
"Move it."
Ross moved it.
"...hey there little guy. Ya lost or somethin'?"
Bill shivered for a while before mustering the will to answer. "I...I-I was just looking for somebody... somebody named Bruce?"
"...I see." The hue around him disappeared, and the smell began to fade. A sigh of relief was heard from many people in the background. "You're right in front of 'em kid. What's up?"
"...*gulp*. Well I, I just moved here to Mal-Odour and I'm really poor, y-you see. I didn't have enough money to rent a hotel room anywhere and I have nowhere else to go so I--"
"That's all I need to know kid. I'm guessin' you heard about me from somewhere?" Bruce here was a well known figure in the city of Mal-Odour. As everybody's go-to stop for both quick and illegal cash, the police had records all over this man.
"Well, uh, yeah actually." Bill replied. "I'm visiting my cousin here, and he told me that if I didn't have enough money for a hotel room, then I could just come to you."
"Really now? Wonder why he didn't let ya stay at his place...that's none of my business though. Here." The Skuntank pulled out a wad of cash...from Ross' pants pocket. "Take a good 500."
"H-huh?! B-b-boss!"
"Shut it Ross. You're already on thin ice here."
"..." Ross shut it.
"W...what are you doing?" Bill asked.
"What does it look it kid? I'm givin' ya cash. It'll get 'cha a room, food, drinks, taxi rides, all that good stuff. Meet me out in the alleyway next Saturday, say, 'round 3:00AM. That's when you'll pay me back, k?"
"Oh...O-OH! Okay! Sure!" The Rattata took the money with his mouth, and smiled at Bruce, scurrying out of the casino more happy than scared now. "Thanks mister!"
"No prob."
...
. . . the next week . . .
"Okay, so he told me to meet him...here." Bill approached the alleyway that Bruce had spoken of. "...well, here it goes..." When he was close enough, he smelled something strange all of a sudden. It was...rather indescribable, and not in a good way. "Ugh!" There was also a faint purple hue permeated in the air, and to be able to see the color of the stench alone was saying a lot, considering that it was mostly dark out. Bill waved a paw in front of his face. "Does the trash stink that bad here or...?"
He pulled out a flashlight to get a better look at things. Bill didn't see Bruce anywhere at first, but when he heard the sound of a creaking door opening in the back, Bill shined his light at it to see Bruce slowly creeping out.
"AHH! THE COPS! ...wait, what the? Get that light out of my face boy!"
"O-oops! Sorry!" Bill turned it off.
"Grrr...dumb kid, nearly gave me a heart attack..." The Skuntank slowly walked to Bill with an annoyed look on his face. As his anger built, another purple hue had surrounded him, similar to his last encounter with Bill. Visible fumes were actually wafting from the Skuntank's rump as he approached the Rattata. It was somewhat misty, hovering above Bruce like smoke.
"What...the...?" Bill covered his snout with his paw once Bruce, or rather, the fumes came near. The odorous scent jogged his memory of last week. Perhaps this was normal for Bruce's species? Bill wouldn't know. "E-ew..."
"So, ya finally showed up, huh? I was this close to sendin' the boys after ya to go and find ya for me."
("...the boys...?") Bill couldn't imagine who they were supposed to be.
"Do ya have the money or not, rat? I ain't got all night."
"Huh? O-oh well, um...a-about that..."
"It's a yes or no question."
"Y-yes, I know but--"
"Then why aren't you answerin' it?"
"I...well I-- *cough*, I...don't know how to say this, but...I don't exactly have it all as of right now, y-you see."
"..."
"...b-but wait, I can explain! ...you see, uh, during my trip here, I...had spent far more money than I could have expected on tickets! I accidentally got off the bus early at a different city, sssoooooo at the station, I had to buy another ticket to ride another bus that was coming here to Mal-Odour and--"
"Look, kid. I don't care about how your little trip went down. All I care about is the money. I loaned ya 500 and I want it back, so I'll ask again. Do ya have it or not?"
"I... no. I'm sorry."
"...see? That's all ya had to say."
"..." Bill blinked. "...I-I said I'm sorry..."
"No worries. Happens to the best of us, am I right?"
"O-oh...well I mean, I have about maybe 50- err I mean, 30 right now, If you give me about a month or so, I could probably pay you back completely..."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I never expected a guy like you to get that much money that quickly on his own. 'sides...there's other ways to pay off your debt..." Bruce walked even closer to Bill. He started to circle him, creepily walking behind the oblivious rat as slow as possible. He left a trail of purple gas behind, gas that surrounded Bill and hovered just above his sensitive nose.
"...mmpf!" Bill slapped another paw over his muzzle, but it barely blocked out the smell. As Bruce took a full turn around Bill, his rump facing the rat, the Skuntank showed his hide to Bill, then suddenly farted directly in his face. "...*COUGH*, *COUGH* oh my goodness, *COUGH*!" The smell was just... appalling. Bill immediately covered his face with his both of his paws, AND his tail, but it still did very little to help him. A particularly dark shade of purple hovered over his muzzle, and it wasn't going away.
"Ya see, Bill..." Bruce looked back to him. "I don't know how things work where you live, but 'round here, ya don't just take triple digits from a man and expect to try and make quick negotiations afterwards. Did your cousin ever tell ya how dangerous that is?"
"Agh...w-wait... *COUGH*, all I need is a month to-- *COUGH*, to-- *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*!"
The gas wafting from Bruce's rear suddenly became weirdly stronger, almost as if it had been triggered by something. "You honestly expect me to wait a month? You'd probably flee town by then, wouldn't you?"
"..."
"Mhm. Yeah I know your type. Comin' up to people, askin' for money, and never payin' 'em back. I bet this 'cousin' of yours knows just how much of a freeloader you are." The gas grew even stronger.
"*COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*...n-n-no! You've got it all wrong!"
"Yeah? And how's that?"
"I...I really can get the money by next month...s-somehow...I just need time!"
"Mhm, surrrre. Kid, look. Maybe you can get away scammin' folks back where you live, but here, it ain't easy to be played for fools. I think you need a quick lesson in how things work here in Mal-Odour."
Suddenly, a blast of flatus sliced through the air and tackled Bill, quickly tainting what could've even been called "air" with a dark purple smog and hue. The Rattata became blinded by gas as his whiskers flapped in Bruce's winds, stretching across his muzzle as he and everything around him was engulfed in the Skuntank's cloudy fart. The sound of pawsteps turned his attention to the right, where he immediately he saw Bruce's purple and beige rump emerge from the smog and pressing against his muzzle. Before Bill could even react, gas expelled and stormed into his nostrils like a speeding flames. He fell to the ground, slapping both paws and tail over his snout before beginning to cough, hack, and wheeze once again, anything to get that stench out of his lungs. Bruce walked through his smog and stood before Bill, wearing a sly smile on his face as he watched the rat visibly cringe.
"Heh, and here I thought rats liked these kind of smells."
"Oh dear ARCEUS what is wrong with you?!" Bill exclaimed.
"Nothin', I just don't like freeloaders."
"I told you I don't have the money ye-- PFFFFFFFFRRRTT!!"
"Yeah yeah, I heard ya. Shut up and take what's comin'." As Bruce farted, he began to back up, slowly approaching the Rattata with his rump-first. His cheeks were literal centimeters away from the Rattata's muzzle as he farted directly in Bill's face, spreading his legs apart to let the gas out faster. This close up, Bruce's farts felt like a sauna, suffocating and sweat-inducing. Bill was damp in a matter of minutes. The gas clinged to his wet fur and began to odorize him, even internally since he was being forced to breathe it all. "Mmmm..." Bruce spread his legs even more. His cheeks vibrated with a loud, sputtering fart, smacking against Bill's face multiple times. The skunk smiled as the rat helplessly retched and began to plead, though he only responded with another grotesque fart.
"P-...P-Please, stop! I-ll-- *COUGH*, I-- *HACK*, I'll have the m-money to you by next...next Thurs-- *COUGH*, day...if you just give me some more time!"
Bruce ignored him.
"PLEASE! Five days! All I need is five more d-- PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBLBLBLBLBLBLBLLLTTT!!"
"Shuddap." Bruce sent a rush of flatus straight into the Rattata's mouth. The rodent's watery eyes widened as the gas tunneled down into his belly and bloated him up. He started coughing like there was no tomorrow, breath now hotter than steam. His coughs exchanged old gas for new gas, as he was basically breathing nothing but farts at this point. He couldn't even keep his eyes open all the way without tearing up.
"H...H-HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP-- MMMM!" Bruce sat on Bill, muting him immediately.
"Didn't I tell ya to shut up already? Man, if you thought you needed help now..." The skunk lifted a leg inches off of the ground. With a slight grunt, an explosive blast of farts was released. The gas was wet, sloppy and repulsive. Bill's muzzle had gone completely numb, and his nasal cavities were dry. His sight was also dulled and blackened by Bruce's engulfing rear, leaving him to his other senses. All Bill heard was Bruce's bubbly farts, all he felt was the skunk's rumpsweat soaking into his fur... and somehow, he could still smell every lick of Bruce's flatulence despite how numb his nose was. That's when all of a sudden, Bill began to feel lightheaded. As sweat from two sources washed over his face, everything started to tune out. He felt hot, nauseous and numb all over. He began to lose control of the little strength he had to stay awake. As Bill was on the brink of passing out, everything suddenly just...stopped. Bruce stopped farting, the wind stopped blowing... was it finally over? ...no. A gurgling noise sounded lowly from Bruce's belly. The sound traveled through his innards and eventually moved to his rectum, rumbling ominously at Bill.
"...nngh...here it comes...the biggest fart I've got left to offer." The skunk wafted a smokey gas once again, however this time it wasn't the color purple... "A freeloader like you oughta enjoy this..."
It was brown.
"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!"
Words would do little to describe a fart like this. Sickening, revolting, nauseating. These wouldn't begin to express just how outrageous this explosion of a fart really was. A chocolatey brown blast blew in one direction, and spread in all the others. Anyone even remotely close to the alleyway had fainted almost instantly. The Skuntank lul'd his tongue out as he felt the gas pass out of his body, and smiled at a smell that even he found vulgar. His stink bomb of a backside blew farts relentlessly, clouding up everything so terribly that not even something as as a windstorm could clear it. After a great deal of time, his fart eventually came to a sluggish halt. He lifted his leg, and topped it all off with a tiny toot, then after a minute of relaxing, Bruce finally stood up and off of Bill.
"...huh. Looks like he passed out." Indeed he did. Bill was out cold. Thankfully the guy was still breathing all and well, though after a fart like that, Bill most likely would not be the same ever again. The rat's lungs had been permanently damaged to turn any breath that Bill took into the smell of skunk butt, not to mention his body in general. It'd be a strong reminder to hold up his end of an agreement next time he made one in a city like this.
"...I hope you got a good taste of Mal-Odour, kid, 'cuz with any luck, you just might not have to deal with somebody like me again." Bruce yawned. "*yaaaaawn*...welp. I'm kinda tired so...see ya around." Bruce walked back to the door he came out of, and entered the casino like nothing had ever happened. Bill was left there, drenched in sweat and permanently stinkified. The young rodent probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, but whenever he did, he'd most certainly remember not to ask him for money ever again.
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Story written by © SinnohianSkunk
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Pokemon
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