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JT decides to spend some time over at 
Frisby's house when his fat, flatulent rhino friend Rocksteady shows up. Then things get a little gassy...
Done as a surprise gift for Frisby.
WARNING: CONTAINS FLATULENCE AND LANGUAGE
---
Like many other relaxing nights in Furtopia, JT was lazin’ around and watching television inside one of his friend’s houses. Today he decided to go to Frisby’s house since his mate Saber was out of town once again and some wrestling tournament was on TV at the moment. Like always, JT or Frisby would have their paws propped up on the table and they were resting on a couch with their hands behind their heads. And of course, Frisby always had a bad case of flatulence so every so often, the white rat would lean over and pass some gas in JT’s direction, where he would laugh raucously and the wolf would plug his nose and try to fan the stench away. Although he was starting to get used to the smell. Believe it or not, but the whole house had the faint odor of rotten eggs and JT just assumed Saber and Frisby would have a fart fest that would last for hours. The smell must’ve gotten stuck into the wall.
“So how many beans were in that casserole you made?”
“I don’t know; I just dumped nine cans of refried beans inside of it.” said Frisby, chuckling.
JT sighed. “I suppose I should sleep far away from your ass then?”
“Yeah, that’d be wise.”
Just then, Frisby and JT heard a loud knock on the door and Frisby stood up to go open the door. A familiar face and friend of Frisby’s was there, happy to see his friend again.
“FRISBY!”
“ROCKSTEADY!”
Both furries hugged each other and patted each other on the back and the two friends walked inside the house, closing the door.
“Hey JT, you remember Rocksteady from New York City right?”
JT examined the rhinoceros thoroughly. He had rough gray skin and was wearing dark brown pants and boots, and a yellow tank top. Like always, Rocksteady’s belly was bulging beyond his belt line and his belly-button was sticking out.
“Oh, ain’t he that stupid rhino guy from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
“I am not stew-pid!”
“Didn’t you try to install some communication device on top of a metal tower in the middle of a thunderstorm? Y’know, with lightning?” asked JT.
“Err…maybe…” said Rocksteady, rubbing his scalp.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not he’s stupid; I just like the way he blows steam out of his butt.”
“Is this gonna end with a long, farting contest that’ll probably make me wonder why I came here in the first and scar me for life?”
“Probably.” said Frisby.
“Hey, if anything you just gotta worry about Frisby here and his smelly rat butt.”
“True. Didn’t you kill a flower with one of your farts Frisby?”
“Let’s just say if it was a Corpse Flower, it would’ve grown until it was the size of a bus.” smiled Frisby.
Rocksteady sat down next to JT and Frisby sat on the opposite end of the couch, sandwiching him in the middle. The fat rhino sighed with relief and kicked off his boots with his feet, propping them on the table next to JT’s.
“Well it’s nice to know I’m not the only one with smelly paws in this town.”
“What does that mean?” asked Rocksteady.
“Your feet smell like cheese that’s been melting away in the desert for the past seven weeks.”
“No they don’t!”
“Yeah, they do.”
“No they don’t!”
“The sooner you accept it, the better you’ll feel about yourself.”
“But my feet don’t stink!” growled Rocksteady.
“Sure, and I like when furries try to shave off my hair.”
JT cocked an eyebrow and looked up when he heard loud buzzing growing louder and louder. The wolf gasped when he saw the fat grey rhino holding a shaver above his head.
“What are you doing…?”
“You said you like it when furries try to shave off your fur so…”
Rocksteady lunged the shaver down and JT yelped as he almost lost a chunk of hair from his scalp.
“Rocksteady…put the shaver…down.”
“But I wanna shave something.” said Rocksteady, lunging at JT again.
“Then why don’t you shave off Frisby’s fur?!”
“Cause I don’t know you.”
Rocksteady lunged at JT again and he wound up cutting off a large portion of the hair on his ears. The imbecilic rhino continued lunging at JT with the shaver until JT yelped and started running around Frisby’s living room with Rocksteady chasing him.
“Frisby, make him stop!!”
Frisby chuckled. “Why? It’s wrestling in my own living room and I don’t have to pay for Pay-per view!”
Rocksteady tackled JT to the floor and the two of them started wrestling over the shaver, muttering and grunting at each other. JT snarled and bit Rocksteady on the hand so he’d drop the shaver, but Rocksteady had a tight grip and held onto it, lunging at JT several more times.
---
JT and the gang were sitting on the couch watching more wrestling again while Rocksteady was busy slurping down a plate full of chicken-bean casserole.
“Hey, you want some?” asked Rocksteady.
“Chicken gives me gas.” said JT.
“So does steak and bacon and sausage but you had no problem eating all that the last time you came here.” Frisby pointed out.
“Yeah but you didn’t load a whole bottle of crushed peppers onto the steak like you did with the casserole and you already know how much gas I get when I eat spicy foods.”
Frisby laughed. “It’s all part of the plan tonight.”
Rocksteady finished his plate of casserole and dumped the utensils down onto the table, sighing with glee and patting his stomach. Frisby’s stomach gurgled loudly and more intestinal gas began to travel to his bowels.
“So who wants to play Fart ‘n’ Sniff?”
“The word fart’s in the name, so no.” said JT.
“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun! Frisby and me played this game all the time when we first met! It’s how we became friends!”
“We I’d love to but uh…I don’t know any of the rules!”
“It’s easy! See, we wait until one of us farts and then after that furry farts, the guy who smelled the fart first gets to pin the guy who just farted and farts in his face!”
“I don’t get it. This kinda just sounds like a cheap way to sniff other furries’ farts.”
“I created this game when I was drunk and had to take a dump. What’d you expect?”
“This is why you fixed all that chicken-bean casserole earlier?!”
“Yep.”
Everyone sat on the couch with their bellies grumbling and JT knew that in a mere few seconds, the whole house would become a stinky gas chamber.
“Right, well I’m gonna go catch some Zs before anyone starts to—”
As the brown wolf leaned over and began to stand, he let out a small puff of flatulence with his tail hanging in the air. Rocksteady leaned in and sniffed the expulsion, laughing to himself when he knew he was the first one who would be able to prank JT.
“Oh shit.”
The stout rhino grabbed JT by the hair on his head and dragged his body towards his rotund stomach. He then turned around so JT’s nose was pinned directly to the seat of his pants and started to grunt with tremendous force, letting out a cacophonous wave of flatulence from his rectum. The pants he was wearing rippled as the gas came out and JT couldn’t help but gag from the fetid eggy stench. Frisby and Rocksteady on the other hand were laughing their furry asses off and inhaling the odor like it were perfume, wafting the smell into their noses.
“That was a good one Rockster!” shouted Frisby.
Just then, Frisby’s bowels began to act up and a sudden burst of gas flew out his butt cheeks, warming the cushion underneath him and engraving the smell of his rat gas into it. Rocksteady made sure he leaned his head in and got a strong whiff of the rat’s gas, which smelled a little like vinegar.
“Your turn Frisby!”
Rocksteady ran up to Frisby and turned around, lifting his tail and launching foul intestinal gas into his face. His gas was very powerful and reeked of rhino dung and even had the scent of cabbage in it, not to mention the beans he just ate. Frisby inhaled the odor and sighed with glee, loving the scent of Rocksteady’s musky gas.
“So how does that smell Rat boy?”
“Y’know, it’s weird, I’ve smelled at least 62 other types of species’ farts ranging from bats to gerbils and roos to opossums and none of them even smell remotely close to Saber’s gas.”
“What?! You can’t be serious! How’s a feline have funkier gas than a rhino or a skunk?” asked Rocksteady.
“Don’t be jealous you can’t fart like my Saber can.” said Frisby, smiling.
Rocksteady groaned and rolled his eyes, surprised that Frisby wasn’t totally grossed out by his noisome fart. But then again, one of Frisby’s farts did supposedly kill a flower.
“Okay who’s next?!” asked Frisby.
As JT tried to slip through the front door, he accidentally let out some more flatulence and wound up getting caught by Frisby, who leaned in to sniff the fart.
“Mmm…smells like those volcano burritos…” murred Frisby.
“Heh heh, that means you get to fart in JT’s face!”
“Damnit!”
Frisby walked over to JT and let out a loud, squeaky fart right in his face that smelled horrible and was extremely humid. JT could’ve sworn he saw a large yellow cloud flow out of his ass and was wondering what would happen if he lit a match. Luckily, he didn’t have his mouth open, but his retinas were currently burning and his eyes began to water. JT fell over and started groaning with disgust while he rubbed his watering eyes. Meanwhile, Rocksteady was laughing raucously and rolling around on the floor, unaware that he pushed some rhino farts out of his butt in the process.
“HA! Now you have to sniff my fart!!” shouted JT, pointing at Rocksteady.
“But-but you didn’t say what my fart just smelled like! That’s against the rules!”
“Pickles and steak; now sit down while I put my ass against your face!”
Rocksteady sighed and lay flat on the ground, pointing his large horn into the air.
“Big deal, so I gotta sniff one of your farts. You didn’t want to play in the first place so I doubt your gas—”
JT squatted down over Rocksteady’s face and spread his legs, making sure his butt was right on top of him. Then, with fists made, he grunted really hard and forced out a loud, ear-splitting fart before sighing heavily and panting. Rocksteady plugged his nose and shut his eyes to prevent them from watering while Frisby leaned in and took a whiff of his gas.
“Now what was you sayin’ about my gas bitch?”
JT once again let out a long stream of flatulence and Rocksteady immediately sniffed his fart in order to describe the odor.
“Did you have pancakes this morning?”
The wolf grumbled to himself and was knocked down when Rocksteady grabbed his foot and yanked it backwards, causing him to tumble over and fall onto the table. Rocksteady proceeded to turn JT over and literally sat on his face.
“HEY! Get offa me; your ass stinks!!” shouted JT in a muffled voice.
“Sorry, can’t hear ya.”
The rhino leaned over and blasted a giant fart into JT’s nostrils, burning his nose hairs and suffocating him with his gas. Frisby immediately leaned in and took a whiff of the fart while Rocksteady plugged his nose and started waving a hand in front of his nose.
“Whew! That one was a stinker!”
“Tell me about it. Did you hear how wet it sounded towards the end of it?! It was so awesome right?”
“I still think Saber’s farts are better.”
“Are you serious? That wind I just passed is probably suffocating JT right now!”
Rocksteady and Frisby looked at JT’s flailing arms and heard loud, but muffled screaming from underneath the rhino’s butt. Rocksteady got off of JT and he lifted his head and gasped desperately for air, inhaling and exhaling as his chest expanded in and out.
“We’re not trying to kill each other here Rocksteady!!”
“Really? I thought we were gonna blow the house up by lighting our farts on fire.”
“I did that already; not a good idea.”
Frisby lifted his tail and let loose some more gas, prompting Rocksteady to lean in like always and take a huge whiff. After completing how well the gas smelled, the rhino turned around and farted in Frisby’s face. Unlike his other farts, this one was a lot wetter than the rest and sounded grotesque. The smell of it was something like cat pee and ox crap mixed into one and Frisby caught a faint whiff of some other unidentifiable odor. After Rocksteady finished the fart, he cocked an eyebrow and turned his head around.
“What the hell?”
JT chuckled. “I think you ripped it too hard there big guy.”
Rocksteady patted the seat of his pants and felt something moist and lumpy back there.
“Dude, did you shit your pants?” asked Frisby.
“Err, maybe…”
JT yawned and stretched out his arms. “It’s gettin’ late. You guys want to go hit the hay now?”
“Sure. I think I’m all gassed out for tonight anyways.”
“Sure you are. Try saying that when you’re blastin’ ass in your sleep.”
---
After using the bathroom and stripping down to their boxers, all of the furries were ready to go to sleep inside of Frisby’s bedroom. JT was relaxing on Frisby’s spare mattress while the rat himself was resting on his own personal mattress.
“Well, at least you don’t have any sheets that smell like flatulence.”
“Yeah Saber and I wash the sheets everyday cause there’s usually a bunch of…stuff we get on ‘em.”
“What stuff?”
“Y’know, mayonnaise, bread crumbs…cum…” whispered Frisby.
“What’d you say?”
“Nothing, good night!” said Frisby, shutting off the lamp.
Frisby and JT sighed heavily and got underneath the sheets when JT gasped after something heavy and large landed on the mattress next to him and JT felt something warm on the other side of the bed.
“Hey JT, could you scoot over a bit?” asked Rocksteady.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were sleeping on a different mattress?!”
“There are no other mattresses.”
“So you decide to sleep right next to me?”
“Yep.”
JT grumbled to himself and eventually sighed. He really didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch and chances are if he slept in the bathtub, Frisby could wake up with the runs and stink up the bathroom while he was still inside.
“All right, you can sleep in the same mattress of mine. Just make sure you stay over there and don’t try any funny stuff if you catch my drift!”
“Ditto.”
JT and Rocksteady tossed and turned for a couple of minutes until they found a comfortable position on the mattress and went to sleep. Of course, JT’s slumber didn’t last too long because Rocksteady groaned in his sleep and turned over, landing right on top of JT and pinning him down under his weight. JT desperately tried to lift the giant stout rhino off his body, but he was too heavy to move. With no other option left, JT opened his maw and bit Rocksteady on the shoulder, jolting him out of his slumber.
“What-what happened?”
“Get off of me!!” shouted a muffled JT.
“Oh…sorry.”
As Rocksteady shifted his weight away from JT, his stomach gurgled and he felt some more flatulence in his bowels. He leaned over and farted out a short but raucous supply of gas from his derriere, shouting out, “Dutch Oven!” and dunking JT’s head under the sheets. Even though JT tried to get out of the sheets for fresh air, he couldn’t escape from Rocksteady’s meaty arms and was forced to smell his odorous fart. The situation didn’t resolve itself when Rocksteady fell fast asleep with his arm resting on JT…especially since he still had gas in his colon.
---
The next morning, Frisby and Rocksteady woke up from their slumber and yawned loudly, stretching out their arms and scratching their backs.
“Hey JT! Wake up!” said Frisby, shaking JT on the back until he fell out of bed breathing heavily and sweating.
“I was trapped under those stinky sheets for the last six hours…”
“Guess I should’ve given you the heads-up on Rockster’s night gas. Anyway, you want to eat breakfast now?”
“What’re you having?”
“Beans!!” said Frisby, smiling.
“…I’m sleeping over at Zearoth’s next time.”
Frisby's house when his fat, flatulent rhino friend Rocksteady shows up. Then things get a little gassy...Done as a surprise gift for
Frisby.WARNING: CONTAINS FLATULENCE AND LANGUAGE
---
Like many other relaxing nights in Furtopia, JT was lazin’ around and watching television inside one of his friend’s houses. Today he decided to go to Frisby’s house since his mate Saber was out of town once again and some wrestling tournament was on TV at the moment. Like always, JT or Frisby would have their paws propped up on the table and they were resting on a couch with their hands behind their heads. And of course, Frisby always had a bad case of flatulence so every so often, the white rat would lean over and pass some gas in JT’s direction, where he would laugh raucously and the wolf would plug his nose and try to fan the stench away. Although he was starting to get used to the smell. Believe it or not, but the whole house had the faint odor of rotten eggs and JT just assumed Saber and Frisby would have a fart fest that would last for hours. The smell must’ve gotten stuck into the wall.
“So how many beans were in that casserole you made?”
“I don’t know; I just dumped nine cans of refried beans inside of it.” said Frisby, chuckling.
JT sighed. “I suppose I should sleep far away from your ass then?”
“Yeah, that’d be wise.”
Just then, Frisby and JT heard a loud knock on the door and Frisby stood up to go open the door. A familiar face and friend of Frisby’s was there, happy to see his friend again.
“FRISBY!”
“ROCKSTEADY!”
Both furries hugged each other and patted each other on the back and the two friends walked inside the house, closing the door.
“Hey JT, you remember Rocksteady from New York City right?”
JT examined the rhinoceros thoroughly. He had rough gray skin and was wearing dark brown pants and boots, and a yellow tank top. Like always, Rocksteady’s belly was bulging beyond his belt line and his belly-button was sticking out.
“Oh, ain’t he that stupid rhino guy from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?”
“I am not stew-pid!”
“Didn’t you try to install some communication device on top of a metal tower in the middle of a thunderstorm? Y’know, with lightning?” asked JT.
“Err…maybe…” said Rocksteady, rubbing his scalp.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not he’s stupid; I just like the way he blows steam out of his butt.”
“Is this gonna end with a long, farting contest that’ll probably make me wonder why I came here in the first and scar me for life?”
“Probably.” said Frisby.
“Hey, if anything you just gotta worry about Frisby here and his smelly rat butt.”
“True. Didn’t you kill a flower with one of your farts Frisby?”
“Let’s just say if it was a Corpse Flower, it would’ve grown until it was the size of a bus.” smiled Frisby.
Rocksteady sat down next to JT and Frisby sat on the opposite end of the couch, sandwiching him in the middle. The fat rhino sighed with relief and kicked off his boots with his feet, propping them on the table next to JT’s.
“Well it’s nice to know I’m not the only one with smelly paws in this town.”
“What does that mean?” asked Rocksteady.
“Your feet smell like cheese that’s been melting away in the desert for the past seven weeks.”
“No they don’t!”
“Yeah, they do.”
“No they don’t!”
“The sooner you accept it, the better you’ll feel about yourself.”
“But my feet don’t stink!” growled Rocksteady.
“Sure, and I like when furries try to shave off my hair.”
JT cocked an eyebrow and looked up when he heard loud buzzing growing louder and louder. The wolf gasped when he saw the fat grey rhino holding a shaver above his head.
“What are you doing…?”
“You said you like it when furries try to shave off your fur so…”
Rocksteady lunged the shaver down and JT yelped as he almost lost a chunk of hair from his scalp.
“Rocksteady…put the shaver…down.”
“But I wanna shave something.” said Rocksteady, lunging at JT again.
“Then why don’t you shave off Frisby’s fur?!”
“Cause I don’t know you.”
Rocksteady lunged at JT again and he wound up cutting off a large portion of the hair on his ears. The imbecilic rhino continued lunging at JT with the shaver until JT yelped and started running around Frisby’s living room with Rocksteady chasing him.
“Frisby, make him stop!!”
Frisby chuckled. “Why? It’s wrestling in my own living room and I don’t have to pay for Pay-per view!”
Rocksteady tackled JT to the floor and the two of them started wrestling over the shaver, muttering and grunting at each other. JT snarled and bit Rocksteady on the hand so he’d drop the shaver, but Rocksteady had a tight grip and held onto it, lunging at JT several more times.
---
JT and the gang were sitting on the couch watching more wrestling again while Rocksteady was busy slurping down a plate full of chicken-bean casserole.
“Hey, you want some?” asked Rocksteady.
“Chicken gives me gas.” said JT.
“So does steak and bacon and sausage but you had no problem eating all that the last time you came here.” Frisby pointed out.
“Yeah but you didn’t load a whole bottle of crushed peppers onto the steak like you did with the casserole and you already know how much gas I get when I eat spicy foods.”
Frisby laughed. “It’s all part of the plan tonight.”
Rocksteady finished his plate of casserole and dumped the utensils down onto the table, sighing with glee and patting his stomach. Frisby’s stomach gurgled loudly and more intestinal gas began to travel to his bowels.
“So who wants to play Fart ‘n’ Sniff?”
“The word fart’s in the name, so no.” said JT.
“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun! Frisby and me played this game all the time when we first met! It’s how we became friends!”
“We I’d love to but uh…I don’t know any of the rules!”
“It’s easy! See, we wait until one of us farts and then after that furry farts, the guy who smelled the fart first gets to pin the guy who just farted and farts in his face!”
“I don’t get it. This kinda just sounds like a cheap way to sniff other furries’ farts.”
“I created this game when I was drunk and had to take a dump. What’d you expect?”
“This is why you fixed all that chicken-bean casserole earlier?!”
“Yep.”
Everyone sat on the couch with their bellies grumbling and JT knew that in a mere few seconds, the whole house would become a stinky gas chamber.
“Right, well I’m gonna go catch some Zs before anyone starts to—”
As the brown wolf leaned over and began to stand, he let out a small puff of flatulence with his tail hanging in the air. Rocksteady leaned in and sniffed the expulsion, laughing to himself when he knew he was the first one who would be able to prank JT.
“Oh shit.”
The stout rhino grabbed JT by the hair on his head and dragged his body towards his rotund stomach. He then turned around so JT’s nose was pinned directly to the seat of his pants and started to grunt with tremendous force, letting out a cacophonous wave of flatulence from his rectum. The pants he was wearing rippled as the gas came out and JT couldn’t help but gag from the fetid eggy stench. Frisby and Rocksteady on the other hand were laughing their furry asses off and inhaling the odor like it were perfume, wafting the smell into their noses.
“That was a good one Rockster!” shouted Frisby.
Just then, Frisby’s bowels began to act up and a sudden burst of gas flew out his butt cheeks, warming the cushion underneath him and engraving the smell of his rat gas into it. Rocksteady made sure he leaned his head in and got a strong whiff of the rat’s gas, which smelled a little like vinegar.
“Your turn Frisby!”
Rocksteady ran up to Frisby and turned around, lifting his tail and launching foul intestinal gas into his face. His gas was very powerful and reeked of rhino dung and even had the scent of cabbage in it, not to mention the beans he just ate. Frisby inhaled the odor and sighed with glee, loving the scent of Rocksteady’s musky gas.
“So how does that smell Rat boy?”
“Y’know, it’s weird, I’ve smelled at least 62 other types of species’ farts ranging from bats to gerbils and roos to opossums and none of them even smell remotely close to Saber’s gas.”
“What?! You can’t be serious! How’s a feline have funkier gas than a rhino or a skunk?” asked Rocksteady.
“Don’t be jealous you can’t fart like my Saber can.” said Frisby, smiling.
Rocksteady groaned and rolled his eyes, surprised that Frisby wasn’t totally grossed out by his noisome fart. But then again, one of Frisby’s farts did supposedly kill a flower.
“Okay who’s next?!” asked Frisby.
As JT tried to slip through the front door, he accidentally let out some more flatulence and wound up getting caught by Frisby, who leaned in to sniff the fart.
“Mmm…smells like those volcano burritos…” murred Frisby.
“Heh heh, that means you get to fart in JT’s face!”
“Damnit!”
Frisby walked over to JT and let out a loud, squeaky fart right in his face that smelled horrible and was extremely humid. JT could’ve sworn he saw a large yellow cloud flow out of his ass and was wondering what would happen if he lit a match. Luckily, he didn’t have his mouth open, but his retinas were currently burning and his eyes began to water. JT fell over and started groaning with disgust while he rubbed his watering eyes. Meanwhile, Rocksteady was laughing raucously and rolling around on the floor, unaware that he pushed some rhino farts out of his butt in the process.
“HA! Now you have to sniff my fart!!” shouted JT, pointing at Rocksteady.
“But-but you didn’t say what my fart just smelled like! That’s against the rules!”
“Pickles and steak; now sit down while I put my ass against your face!”
Rocksteady sighed and lay flat on the ground, pointing his large horn into the air.
“Big deal, so I gotta sniff one of your farts. You didn’t want to play in the first place so I doubt your gas—”
JT squatted down over Rocksteady’s face and spread his legs, making sure his butt was right on top of him. Then, with fists made, he grunted really hard and forced out a loud, ear-splitting fart before sighing heavily and panting. Rocksteady plugged his nose and shut his eyes to prevent them from watering while Frisby leaned in and took a whiff of his gas.
“Now what was you sayin’ about my gas bitch?”
JT once again let out a long stream of flatulence and Rocksteady immediately sniffed his fart in order to describe the odor.
“Did you have pancakes this morning?”
The wolf grumbled to himself and was knocked down when Rocksteady grabbed his foot and yanked it backwards, causing him to tumble over and fall onto the table. Rocksteady proceeded to turn JT over and literally sat on his face.
“HEY! Get offa me; your ass stinks!!” shouted JT in a muffled voice.
“Sorry, can’t hear ya.”
The rhino leaned over and blasted a giant fart into JT’s nostrils, burning his nose hairs and suffocating him with his gas. Frisby immediately leaned in and took a whiff of the fart while Rocksteady plugged his nose and started waving a hand in front of his nose.
“Whew! That one was a stinker!”
“Tell me about it. Did you hear how wet it sounded towards the end of it?! It was so awesome right?”
“I still think Saber’s farts are better.”
“Are you serious? That wind I just passed is probably suffocating JT right now!”
Rocksteady and Frisby looked at JT’s flailing arms and heard loud, but muffled screaming from underneath the rhino’s butt. Rocksteady got off of JT and he lifted his head and gasped desperately for air, inhaling and exhaling as his chest expanded in and out.
“We’re not trying to kill each other here Rocksteady!!”
“Really? I thought we were gonna blow the house up by lighting our farts on fire.”
“I did that already; not a good idea.”
Frisby lifted his tail and let loose some more gas, prompting Rocksteady to lean in like always and take a huge whiff. After completing how well the gas smelled, the rhino turned around and farted in Frisby’s face. Unlike his other farts, this one was a lot wetter than the rest and sounded grotesque. The smell of it was something like cat pee and ox crap mixed into one and Frisby caught a faint whiff of some other unidentifiable odor. After Rocksteady finished the fart, he cocked an eyebrow and turned his head around.
“What the hell?”
JT chuckled. “I think you ripped it too hard there big guy.”
Rocksteady patted the seat of his pants and felt something moist and lumpy back there.
“Dude, did you shit your pants?” asked Frisby.
“Err, maybe…”
JT yawned and stretched out his arms. “It’s gettin’ late. You guys want to go hit the hay now?”
“Sure. I think I’m all gassed out for tonight anyways.”
“Sure you are. Try saying that when you’re blastin’ ass in your sleep.”
---
After using the bathroom and stripping down to their boxers, all of the furries were ready to go to sleep inside of Frisby’s bedroom. JT was relaxing on Frisby’s spare mattress while the rat himself was resting on his own personal mattress.
“Well, at least you don’t have any sheets that smell like flatulence.”
“Yeah Saber and I wash the sheets everyday cause there’s usually a bunch of…stuff we get on ‘em.”
“What stuff?”
“Y’know, mayonnaise, bread crumbs…cum…” whispered Frisby.
“What’d you say?”
“Nothing, good night!” said Frisby, shutting off the lamp.
Frisby and JT sighed heavily and got underneath the sheets when JT gasped after something heavy and large landed on the mattress next to him and JT felt something warm on the other side of the bed.
“Hey JT, could you scoot over a bit?” asked Rocksteady.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were sleeping on a different mattress?!”
“There are no other mattresses.”
“So you decide to sleep right next to me?”
“Yep.”
JT grumbled to himself and eventually sighed. He really didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch and chances are if he slept in the bathtub, Frisby could wake up with the runs and stink up the bathroom while he was still inside.
“All right, you can sleep in the same mattress of mine. Just make sure you stay over there and don’t try any funny stuff if you catch my drift!”
“Ditto.”
JT and Rocksteady tossed and turned for a couple of minutes until they found a comfortable position on the mattress and went to sleep. Of course, JT’s slumber didn’t last too long because Rocksteady groaned in his sleep and turned over, landing right on top of JT and pinning him down under his weight. JT desperately tried to lift the giant stout rhino off his body, but he was too heavy to move. With no other option left, JT opened his maw and bit Rocksteady on the shoulder, jolting him out of his slumber.
“What-what happened?”
“Get off of me!!” shouted a muffled JT.
“Oh…sorry.”
As Rocksteady shifted his weight away from JT, his stomach gurgled and he felt some more flatulence in his bowels. He leaned over and farted out a short but raucous supply of gas from his derriere, shouting out, “Dutch Oven!” and dunking JT’s head under the sheets. Even though JT tried to get out of the sheets for fresh air, he couldn’t escape from Rocksteady’s meaty arms and was forced to smell his odorous fart. The situation didn’t resolve itself when Rocksteady fell fast asleep with his arm resting on JT…especially since he still had gas in his colon.
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The next morning, Frisby and Rocksteady woke up from their slumber and yawned loudly, stretching out their arms and scratching their backs.
“Hey JT! Wake up!” said Frisby, shaking JT on the back until he fell out of bed breathing heavily and sweating.
“I was trapped under those stinky sheets for the last six hours…”
“Guess I should’ve given you the heads-up on Rockster’s night gas. Anyway, you want to eat breakfast now?”
“What’re you having?”
“Beans!!” said Frisby, smiling.
“…I’m sleeping over at Zearoth’s next time.”
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