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WARNING: this is a male fart fetish story. Includes some burping
After having too much booze, Alastor and Husk become a little too curious about each other's intestinal abilities
full cover art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48.....oad-successful
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The bloating in the middle of the radio demon’s guts was so annoying it made him change his sitting position. Now that his legs were clutched between his bottom and the floor, Alastor calmed down a bit. All this time he was very worried about letting a little something out of his bodily system. Whatever it was, Alastor didn’t really comprehend at the moment, as one too much booze glass left his mind covered in mist, tangling his thoughts of past, present and what’s appropriate for a higher demon to do. He didn’t remember how exactly he let Husk talk him into letting loose so much as to not only drink such a cheap unsophisticated beverage. But to not stop on just the right amount in time. However, it’s no use berating yourself for something that already had happened, and due to you just craving some relaxation as well – everyone deserves to be careless once in a while.
Alastor certainly thought so.
The way his head swam at the moment, and all the bad thoughts went away, was pretty nice to him. Of course, he couldn’t LIVE like that, most of the time he had to be at guard of his own interests, but dropping out of all the stir and bustle doesn’t hurt if done only sometimes.
Alastor’s close trustworthy companion was sitting next to him which was also very calming. If only the pesky feeling in the deer demon’s belly went away, he’d be much happier.
Giggling stupidly at some weird joke he and Husk made together, Alastor shuffled his butt and legs in place on the hard wooden floor. In his current state, he didn’t care about possibly making holes in his pants, had the cloth run onto a nail sticking out of the planks.
He was solely focused on trying to clasp his ass shut by pure instinct. Alastor’s stomach obviously was against such action and gurgled again, but the radio demon ignored the sound this time.
“How naughty, Husker!”, - he commented on the previously voiced crude joke. The cat demon let a few other rough cheery chuckles slip out as a response to Alastor’s words, his belly shaking.
“Despite how I… *hic* enjoy your dunderhead sense of humour sometimes…”, - Alastor continued, swaying slightly in place: “And how my unflattering opinion of hell’s higher society matches with yours….ohhh wait please…”, - the deer paused to carry a hand to his mouth, ready to stifle a burp that didn’t come.
Husk wasn’t ready to let him finish: “Aw, don’t tell me shit about my choice of words. They ARE trashbrained craps, ALL OF THEM! I won’t say something like that if it ain’t true”. The cat demon was more drunk that Alastor, having been used to living in a nearly constant state of alcohol induced drowsiness, perfect and easy to be enhanced. And now Husk, while not drunk to stupor, obviously still overconsumed his booze. His whiskers sagged, end while eyelids lowered, the bartender’s eyes had a fevered glint, and he sometimes performed weird movements with his hads.
So when Husk bellowed out yet another jab at the expense of the hell’s elite he despised so much, he clumsily jerked his limbs, causing his unstable body to start falling sideward. Husk’s shoulder landed on Alastor’s shoulder full-weight, causing the drooling deer demon to flinch.
“Hahahah, oh, Husker!”, - Alastor giggled happily, hugging Husk around the shoulders: “You know, I find yourself very sharp-tongued for such an average-… minded folk you come from~”.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, - Husk cried out, giving him a sharp poke at the ribs, Alastor gasping softly: “You aren’t that special yourself, jerkass! Thinking about the consequences of you stuffing your face with beans only when present at the overlords’ assemble itself already...”
“Husker, plea-he-he-eese...”, - Alastor whined half-heartedly, finding it hard to contain his drunken excitement regarding Husk’s unpardoned behavior.
Husk stubbornly went on, belching in process: “…that’s not.. *BRRUUP* a deed of someone with brains in the right place”, - Husk accented his words with two other short deep burps itno his fist. He contently patted his belly afterwards.
“Listen, I DIDN’T have anything else to eat back then!”, - Alastor raised his slightly hoarse voice and tried to defend himself: “So dry up about that, would you-? khheehzzzsh”, - upon blurting put the whole sentence, he wetly coughed into his fist.
“Ew.. Stay away from me with that cough of yours”, - Husk pushed him slightly with a paw, barely moving the radio demon an inch though: “I don’t want you to infect me”.
Alastor sniffed and gave him an offended look with a warm smile: “Don’t change the subject, Husker….”.
“Now, there, why you gotta be so skittish about what happened?”, - Husk snapped, shaking him by the shoulder: “It’s hell, nobody will remember about an overlord tooting if you don’t make a fuzz of it yourself”. Alastor snorted moodily and smoothed the now wrinkled cloth on the shoulder of his jacket with his hand. Even when dead-drunk, he preferred not to hear others directly talk about him performing bodily functions. Especially someone like Husk. How degrading.
The cat demon rocked to the side, and bent his aching knees to get into the right position to stand up and get more booze from the counter for them both. Pushing against gravity with wobbling legs was very hard. Husk hissed in annoyance, hating his old body more than ever and wishing to quickly get the damn bottles and just continue the cozy lay-off with Alastor. However, his knees gave up at one point, almost making him fall back on the floor.
Alastor smirked amusedly at his grouchy friend struggling.
He easily noticed the change in cat demon’s expression. Husk whispered: “Ah, fuck…”, and a loud juicy rumble exploded from his behind, making Alastor freeze in place and try to understand what was in fact going on.
The feeling of a long-ago-trapped gas bursting out in a split-second frightened the drunk cat demon, making him stumble in his pace and grab the bar counter’s edge’s corner to obtain a firmer stand. The moment he adjusted his pose, however, Husk was reassured and put tense into his buttcheeks to open the anus more and let the entire gas load out faster. That didn’t do much to restrict the length, and the fart went on for good 30 seconds.
While there was a noise present in the room, at the same time some sort of awkward silence remained. One man fountaining a wild noisy stream of gas without any intent of trying to keep it in (a useless action that would have brought him more discomfort), and another man just sitting there and staring at him.
Alastor was already situated a few meters away from Husk’s ass. As soon as his slobbered brains took in the whole picture of the cat demon majorly stinking up the atmosphere, the deer demon slid further without ditching the sitting position. He, as it was, awkwardly dragged his ass across the wooden planks.
Husk took notice of that out of the corner of his eye and laughed mockingly. The sight of THE Alastor doing that, sharply-dressed and elegant glass of booze in his hand (drink splashing through the edge and onto his not-so-clean-but-could-have-been-cleaner-now shirt) and all, was so hilarious no one could ever forget that after being a witness.
What Alastor did was a wise decision, anyhow.
Husk’s potent gas didn’t take long to manifest in the form of a stench that could knock out a swarm of bees in the middle of a flight. Anyone who ever had encountered that did NOT want their nose to experience the same kind of pain once more. Which happened quite a lot of times already. Husk wasn’t good at holding his gas in.
With one final effort Husk put a finish to his grandiose fart. The bartender’s ass changed the sound of his relief to a shrill whiny blow. Husk smirked smugly, not really caring that he just ruined the freshness of a great amount of air around him. He finally grabbed the bottle and plopped back down where he previously sat.
“Ey, you gonna have more of this stuff or what?”, - he called out for Alastor, not paying the attention to the mix of amazement and plain fear prominent in the radio demon’s eyes, who’s tightly clasped lips were trembling out of unknown strong emotion overwhelming him.
“Forget it”, - Husk immediately answered his own question and took a generous gulp out of the bottle, growling in satisfaction afterwards: “Nothing better than more fresh booze after a good ripper, eh, Al?”.
Alastor shook his head, trying to say something, but he only succeeded in voicing disconnected bits of unidentified grunting sounds. “Come on, Al”, - Husk rebuked him, pointing finger in his direction: “You’re acting like this is the first time I farted in front of you”.
Alastor covered his mouth with a hand and snorted with something that seemed like laughter. Fighting the smile spreading on his own face, Husk nevertheless stated: “And if you come at me with the manners bullshit, I’ll scratch your dumb face”.
“H-Husker, it’s not that”, - Alastor took off his monocle and rubbed his face, stifling the further giggles: “I’ve long ago gotten used to your terrific rectal throwdowns…”.
“Rectal throwdowns?!”, - now was Husk’s turn to hold back the laughter: “Sometimes you actually can say the shit that could crack someone up! Who would have guessed”.
“Do not interrupt me, Husker!”, - Alastor said, warningly swaying his finger: “I have yet to say what I really wanted… to say, hahah! In fact, it’s a confession I want to make!”.
Husk raised his eyebrow.
Obviously inspired, Alastor continued: “For a long time I was preparing to say: the way you do THAT is phenomenal… It always gives me the heebie-jeebies, if you know in what sense!”. The radio demon’s cheeks flushed at his realization of how he actually just complimented someone’s farting. That was really a new experience to him. But with the alcohol’s influence, not a stop-signal at all. After all, what he said was true, Husk’s flatulence was pretty hilarious once Alastor stopped and thought about it some time ago.
“Shucks, Al”, - Husk waved his hand: “It’s nothing phenomenal, jus’ an ordinary fartillery”. He was so shocked, his usually loud voice was very quiet. In all his hell’s life Husk was not prepared for Alastor to say what he said openly to him.
“Well it’s not often that someone is able to create such…. *BURP* Excuse me…. Such extremely loud noise with their body!”, - Alastor retorted: “I say it calls for some uniqueness~ It’s more of a whole other type of speciality, by the way!”. The radio host’s face got redder as he put emotion and willpower into his talking.
“Nope. It doesn’t take much to do that”, - Husk answered, looking the deer demon all over: “I actually swear YOU can keep up with me at this”.
In a graceful sliding motion Husk laid down on the floor in front of Alastor, eyeing the radio host’s chin from bellow. The radio demon belatedly looked down and the barista.
“Whatbhh-ever is the mn-meaning of what you a-are doing?”, - Alastor grimaced at the headache that suddenly hit him, his tongue getting tied.
“I heard how growly your stomach was this whole time”, - Husk purred with sudden infatuation in his whole attitude. As he did so, he grabbed Alastor’s thin thighs and caressed the deer’s crotch with his cat nose. Alastor squeaked in surprise, disliking his legs being grabbed so unexpectedly and harshly.
“Let’s hear you cut one too”, - Husk smirked: “I want you to fart as hard as you can. Show me what that skinny ass can do!”.
Alastor squirmed: “Oh, you really want me.. .to do… that? My goodness…”.
“Well, you do think that loud farting is hilarious”, - Husk reminded him with a sarcastic smile: “Now you gotta contribute to the humour. What, are you chicken?”.
Alastor giggled and said: “I’m… I’m not sure about this”.
“Come on”, - Husk edged him on, as if trying to get a skittish kid to try riding a bike down the hill for the first time: “Come on, do it! For me, pal. You might like it so much you’ll want more”.
Cat demon didn’t really know what he meant to say anymore, but he was certain he wanted the radio host to embarrass himself too. For them to share the embarrassment like the closest friends they are (right?).
While Alastor kept silent, unknown thoughts racing through his head, Husk accidentally belched right into his crotch. Alastor sighed at that, part in pleasure. Intense warmth spreaded between his legs, the pants’ thick fabric keeping some of the gas from leaving too soon. “Opps”, - Husk hoarsely whispered, waving the paw in front of his face but still getting a few whiffs of his own gas he burped up.
“F-fine”, - Alastor quietly said, static resounding in his voice at the radio demon’s abrupt mood whiplash.
“Really?”, - Husk asked, raising one eyebrow: “You’re gonna do it after all?”.
Alastor repositioned his lower body to point the buttcrack at Husk’s face. The small wave of stench of unwashed asshole, well-brewed between the radio demon’s ass and the floor, rolled into the bartender’s nostrils. Husk sniffed it out of pure unreasonable curiosity. But no amount of alcohol was going to make him love that, and so Husk made a grossed-out sound and grimaced, whispering: “Fuck, you stink”, - under his breath.
“Surely~”, - Alastor answered the bartender’s question. Alarmed, he bounced his leg, feeling more and more gas diving close to his trembling round exit.
“After all, what a hooey to keep all the gas in if it’s going to be let out anyhow anytime soon! My stomach isn’t made of steel you k-know! Hahah… eh…”.
A minute of silence dragged on, sometimes broke by Alastor sniffing his nose nervously, and Husk’s breathing he tried to keep down in anticipation of some sound to come from his companion’s ass.
“It certainly hurts now…”, - Alastor piped up at one point, eyebrows pulled up and together at the shooting pain reciting close to his anus, once he stopped the gas from leaving through it. Husk heard the purring the radio demon’s lower part of the stomach gave out and ran out of patience:
“Well? Are you gonna fart or not? Or are you fucking gonna uselessly talk for hours and hours to come?”.
“It’s not as easy as you think!”, - Alastor snapped at him: “You’re used to doing this in front of others. I am not”.
“Well, I can’t keep this pose forever”, - Husk said, rubbing his back: “Fucking hurry”.
“Alright”, - Alastor closed one eyes in concentration, voice haltering to a whispery raspy tone: “I’m going to do it… Just r-relax, and…”.
Radio demon’s heart skipped a beat when he felt a nice hot wet plume of gas poking harshly through his anus. It readily resounded between his buttcheeks with a shameful gross rumble. Very wet and nice to let go, but very degradingly sounding. The radio host’s cheeks reddened as he made a mental connection with his gassy incident at the overlords assemble. He ruined his well-kept image of a graceful gentleman for one another demon now.
“Oh well, Husk IS my friend”, - Alastor thought: “This time it wouldn’t hurt to be a little too natural with my actions, I suppose”.
The released gas meanwhile crawled through Alastor’s pants’ fabric and approached Husk’s nose.
“Hah, you call that a loud fart?!”, - The deer demon heard Husk teasing him from bellow: “Also, that was pathetically short. Only 3 seconds, or so. What a joke!”.
“A joke you invested into, my dear friend” , - Alastor shook his head with a defiant pose: “I never said it’d be loud or long enough for your standards”. Then he saw the cat demon widen his eyes and splutter out disgusted sounds, bolting up and away from the deer’s steaming ass.
What Husk took a whiff of almost made him feel sick. It was like his nose was shoved into a pile of trash. What made it worse was the feline sensitivity of his sense of smell. Husk fanned the air in front of his nose, automatically, since he got away from Alastor’s cloud of gas already: “Fucking eeeeew, the fuck was that?!”.
“Obviously not a joke anymore, is it?”, - Alastor mocked, knowing he won this round at least: “Is it really that bad, Husker? Or are you just white-livered?”, - he asked with fake innocence.
“Like you don’t know how it is, stinkard!”, - Husk got riled up: “But it’s not surprising. You didn’t wash for the last.. two? Three years? Your body had just consumed all that stench you live in. It’s giving it back by farting too”.
“Are you trying to tell that from your own experience, or did you actually try spying on me?”, - Alastor joked: “I fail to understand why you decided to sniff my gas. Seemingly, you lack the stamina needed for that”.
“Shut up!”, - Husk smiled bitterly, scratching his greasy beer gut: “Regardless, absolutely gut-wrenching stuff you’ve got there! I’m not sniffing that up close again!”.
“You got what you wanted, so no complaints, old bean~”, - Alastor said with the same teasing tone and took a more relaxed sitting pose, spreading and stretching his legs on the floor instead of keeping them bent with knees at the chest level like he did all this time. He took the booze bottle Husk previously sucked out of into his hands and took a gulp too, wiping his lips with the jacket sleeve afterwards.
“But I feel so liberated now!”, - Alastor said then, eyes half closed: “And it all thanks to you and your support!~...”, - Husk scowled at those words with a warm humoring smile.
Just as Alastor was talking, following his stomach bubbling, the deer’s ass decided it was time to vent out a really big amount of gas for compensation. That one fart that grossed out Husk so much didn’t even do much to bring any considerate relief.
The fleshy ring between deer demon’s buttcheeks was so sweaty, the escaping gas brought out a very wet gentle popping that grew slightly louder as Alastor let himself relax more and more.
Alastor himself didn’t seem bothered by the sound, not pausing for a second in his monologue. “…I truly appreciate having someone I can act uncivilized with once in a while. In general, it’s not often I allow myself that, do I?...”.
“…..prRrRbBbBlLlL…..”, – his butt kept on saying.
“Shut it already”, - Husk ordered, and the Alastor gave the cat demon a blank look, batting his eyes: “I want to listen to your ass”, - cat demon explained.
Two minutes passed, Alastor’s stale gas spreading through the air, and Husk letting out a few coughs sometimes as well as covering his nose with a paw. He could smell some meaty dish Alastor had earlier, or at least the warped, rotten analogue of the previously appetizing scent.
But he did not budge and just watched Alastor. It’s not everyday one can get a look at the overlord farting so freely in front of them.
Alastor himself was very laid back against the counter, eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face Husk didn’t want to admit was kinda cute. The radio demon, at that moment, was a perfect image of relaxation. The whole look was only ruined by a disgusting wet raspberry emitting from his ass.
Alastor started lazily fanning the air in front of his nose, and he also cleared some of it with magic, succeeding in keeping the most of the rank smell away from his face.
Husk really liked what he heard – a very long and nice fart going off from the radio demon himself. The cat demon was impressed – that twig’s farting wasn’t inferior to his own.
But all good things come to an end sooner or later. And finally Alastor’s release was almost over, complete with a squeaky drone that still took quite a few seconds to die off.
The silence resumed again, ruined by Alastor’s heavy sigh of relief: “Oh my~ I needed that badly. I only ever realize in time eating so much gets me bloated, really, and how!”.
Shaking his head, Alastor opened one eye and observed Husk: “Why do you look so pleased, Husker?”.
Husk, caught off guard with that question, didn’t know what to say in response.
“I assumed you left a while ago”, - Alastor pushed, he sounded like he got in a nasty mood. Husk assumed it was either more headache brought by the alcohol or embarrassment that found Alastor even in his current state.
“That’s your problem”, - Husk smiled and suddenly crawled on top on the Alastor. “What is it now?...”, - Alastor weakly resented, before Husk pressed his fuzzy ass against the deer demon’s face.
Before the radio demon could ask what were his intentions in doing so, Husk quickly forced a huge fart into Alastor’s face, cackling maniacally. “This is perfect to get him to cease his whining!”, - the batender thought.
For the radio demon it was like his eardrums were blasted out of his head. He was certainly not even a bit ready for the sound. The volume was even greater than during that long one Husk let out last time when he was after more booze.
“That’s what you get for making me sniff YOUR gas!”, - Husk shouted in glee, looking back and seeing beads of tears forming in Alastor’s eyes. The deer demon clenched his fists when the horrifying stench plugged his nasal passages as if a smelly concrete mass was poured into them. Thick and hard to get out and going to definitely remain there for some time.
Alastor coughed violently, saliva pooling in his mouth profusely in reaction to his lungs being filled with Husk’s methane: “Get off me, you degenerate!”, - he yelled, his voice distorted and deep.
He tried pushing Husk off of him physically, using his hands only, having forgotten about his magic (or wasted the little that remained of it on clearing the air off his gas?). But the cat demon was too excited to let him escape that easily. He gripped Alastor’s thin hands, preventing them from showing him off.
However Husk lost his balance and fell on his side, Alastor readily clasping his clawed fingers on his neck and shoulder. His dirty sharp teeth were bared close to Husk’s face. “Hey! No biting ya stupid deer!”, - Husk yelled warningly and grabbed Alastor by clothes and hair, ready to rip chunks of them off if needed.
The two rolled around the floor, completely forgotten about any magical powers, and just fighting like little kids, each one having the goal to shove the other’s face into their ass, but failing due to how much of an effort they both put into keeping up their maintenance. Unable to handle so much pressure, their bloated bellies started pumping out the rest of their gas.
BRRRAAP
pllllrRRRpt!
The two drunkards laughed at the funny sounds their asses resounded with during their little battle.
The sounds of other various farts could have been heard from the two, as they kicked, bit and punched each other, flexing their legs and buttocks too. Bubbly, rumbly, raunchy, squeaky pooting sounds all escorted the fetid air biscuits that escaped their posteriors and filled the space around the bar. The wild mix of farts destroyed what helpless bits of oxygen somehow remained there till that moment.
Both demons were so wasted, they couldn’t care less about that, however.
“Don’t you dare do that in my face again, you twat!”, - Alastor cried after once more not letting Husk rip one right up his nose: “Your farts stink like a pile of decaying cabbage! Absolutely disgusting! I reminds me of those abandoned smelly markets back in the 10s!”.
“And don’t you come at me with that smell of shit and rotten meat coming from your ass!”, - Husk replied, pushing away the grunting Alastor hard with fist into the stomach: “You fucking stink more than me! And if you do fart on me, I swear I’ll puke on you!”.
The fight eventually turned into humorous fuzz, them half-heartedly and much more weakly pushing and punching each other in the chest or on the shoulder. Finally they parted and just laid on the floor, giggling and breathing very heavily from such an exercise.
“Hey, guys, you in there?”, - Charlie’s voice came from a long distance.
“There she comes to ruin our fun”, - Husk whispered to Al, the deer giving a weak: “Hmph…”, - in response.
The princess flew into the scene, prepared to probably say something like: “I knew I heard your voices echoing from far away! Now, I wanted to ask you to…”.
But she got a change of thoughts very quickly. At first she looked baffled to see the radio demon himself lying in such an undignified position on the floor.
The Husk remaining in the similar pose wasn’t much of a surprise, since everyone was already used to seeing him like this. But it was still disappointing, and Charlie’s friendly smile turned into a bitter one.
Then the princess came to a stop far away and took notice of empty alcohol bottles scattered around the bar counter. That was it. She started approaching the two, the first step a very loud stomp indicating she was pretty pissed off. Charlie’s eyebrows lowered, a small bothered wrinkle forming between them.
But all the above mentioned became slim pickings very soon. Charlie didn’t get the chance to react to all of that as her attention got instantly enveloped by something that got her most uncomfortable.
“Wait, why are you two….?”.
Suddenly, Charlie found herself surrounded by a rich swarm of smells that were unbearable to take through one’s nose. A few of the many awful notes were picked up by her sensors – such as excremental waste, vile cabbage and rotten spoiled meat. She wasn’t going to smell much more of that.
Charlie took a few huge steps back and coughed into her hands, unwillingly making ugly retching sounds.
Husk and Alastor gathered whatever willpower they had in their bodies and sat up. Their eyes were slightly unfocused. It was like they weren’t just drunk on booze, but high on the stench of their own farts. Alastor’s ears were droopy, and Husk’s fur was all felted from the humidity and hanged in small icicles off his body. Their faces were tinted a slight greenish colour.
What else to say? The two demons did a VERY good job at stinking up the bar.
“What happened here!”, - Charlie cried out, finally able to speak: “What did you do? It smells like a corpse is decaying somewhere nearby!”, - she casted a suspicious look at Alastor when saying the last sentence.
Alastor and Husk exchanged amused looks.
“Are you sure it’s not two corpses instead of A one, darling?”, - Alastor asked with a sly hint in his voice.
“Yeah”, - Husk supported him: “It sure smells like two corpses to me!”.
Both drunk men laughed loudly, glancing at each other in a “that’s a neat fucking joke we made!” fashion. The princess frowned, ready to facepalm. She was already struggling to think of ways to somehow clear up such a complicated situation. Husk was a drunkard nuisance as always. But it was the first time during working on the hotel that she saw something like that coming from Alastor who never allowed himself to behave like that out in the open.
Also, Charlie was in fact afraid of her ANOTHER guess about the source of the smell turning out to be confirmed.
After having too much booze, Alastor and Husk become a little too curious about each other's intestinal abilities
full cover art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48.....oad-successful
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The bloating in the middle of the radio demon’s guts was so annoying it made him change his sitting position. Now that his legs were clutched between his bottom and the floor, Alastor calmed down a bit. All this time he was very worried about letting a little something out of his bodily system. Whatever it was, Alastor didn’t really comprehend at the moment, as one too much booze glass left his mind covered in mist, tangling his thoughts of past, present and what’s appropriate for a higher demon to do. He didn’t remember how exactly he let Husk talk him into letting loose so much as to not only drink such a cheap unsophisticated beverage. But to not stop on just the right amount in time. However, it’s no use berating yourself for something that already had happened, and due to you just craving some relaxation as well – everyone deserves to be careless once in a while.
Alastor certainly thought so.
The way his head swam at the moment, and all the bad thoughts went away, was pretty nice to him. Of course, he couldn’t LIVE like that, most of the time he had to be at guard of his own interests, but dropping out of all the stir and bustle doesn’t hurt if done only sometimes.
Alastor’s close trustworthy companion was sitting next to him which was also very calming. If only the pesky feeling in the deer demon’s belly went away, he’d be much happier.
Giggling stupidly at some weird joke he and Husk made together, Alastor shuffled his butt and legs in place on the hard wooden floor. In his current state, he didn’t care about possibly making holes in his pants, had the cloth run onto a nail sticking out of the planks.
He was solely focused on trying to clasp his ass shut by pure instinct. Alastor’s stomach obviously was against such action and gurgled again, but the radio demon ignored the sound this time.
“How naughty, Husker!”, - he commented on the previously voiced crude joke. The cat demon let a few other rough cheery chuckles slip out as a response to Alastor’s words, his belly shaking.
“Despite how I… *hic* enjoy your dunderhead sense of humour sometimes…”, - Alastor continued, swaying slightly in place: “And how my unflattering opinion of hell’s higher society matches with yours….ohhh wait please…”, - the deer paused to carry a hand to his mouth, ready to stifle a burp that didn’t come.
Husk wasn’t ready to let him finish: “Aw, don’t tell me shit about my choice of words. They ARE trashbrained craps, ALL OF THEM! I won’t say something like that if it ain’t true”. The cat demon was more drunk that Alastor, having been used to living in a nearly constant state of alcohol induced drowsiness, perfect and easy to be enhanced. And now Husk, while not drunk to stupor, obviously still overconsumed his booze. His whiskers sagged, end while eyelids lowered, the bartender’s eyes had a fevered glint, and he sometimes performed weird movements with his hads.
So when Husk bellowed out yet another jab at the expense of the hell’s elite he despised so much, he clumsily jerked his limbs, causing his unstable body to start falling sideward. Husk’s shoulder landed on Alastor’s shoulder full-weight, causing the drooling deer demon to flinch.
“Hahahah, oh, Husker!”, - Alastor giggled happily, hugging Husk around the shoulders: “You know, I find yourself very sharp-tongued for such an average-… minded folk you come from~”.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, - Husk cried out, giving him a sharp poke at the ribs, Alastor gasping softly: “You aren’t that special yourself, jerkass! Thinking about the consequences of you stuffing your face with beans only when present at the overlords’ assemble itself already...”
“Husker, plea-he-he-eese...”, - Alastor whined half-heartedly, finding it hard to contain his drunken excitement regarding Husk’s unpardoned behavior.
Husk stubbornly went on, belching in process: “…that’s not.. *BRRUUP* a deed of someone with brains in the right place”, - Husk accented his words with two other short deep burps itno his fist. He contently patted his belly afterwards.
“Listen, I DIDN’T have anything else to eat back then!”, - Alastor raised his slightly hoarse voice and tried to defend himself: “So dry up about that, would you-? khheehzzzsh”, - upon blurting put the whole sentence, he wetly coughed into his fist.
“Ew.. Stay away from me with that cough of yours”, - Husk pushed him slightly with a paw, barely moving the radio demon an inch though: “I don’t want you to infect me”.
Alastor sniffed and gave him an offended look with a warm smile: “Don’t change the subject, Husker….”.
“Now, there, why you gotta be so skittish about what happened?”, - Husk snapped, shaking him by the shoulder: “It’s hell, nobody will remember about an overlord tooting if you don’t make a fuzz of it yourself”. Alastor snorted moodily and smoothed the now wrinkled cloth on the shoulder of his jacket with his hand. Even when dead-drunk, he preferred not to hear others directly talk about him performing bodily functions. Especially someone like Husk. How degrading.
The cat demon rocked to the side, and bent his aching knees to get into the right position to stand up and get more booze from the counter for them both. Pushing against gravity with wobbling legs was very hard. Husk hissed in annoyance, hating his old body more than ever and wishing to quickly get the damn bottles and just continue the cozy lay-off with Alastor. However, his knees gave up at one point, almost making him fall back on the floor.
Alastor smirked amusedly at his grouchy friend struggling.
He easily noticed the change in cat demon’s expression. Husk whispered: “Ah, fuck…”, and a loud juicy rumble exploded from his behind, making Alastor freeze in place and try to understand what was in fact going on.
The feeling of a long-ago-trapped gas bursting out in a split-second frightened the drunk cat demon, making him stumble in his pace and grab the bar counter’s edge’s corner to obtain a firmer stand. The moment he adjusted his pose, however, Husk was reassured and put tense into his buttcheeks to open the anus more and let the entire gas load out faster. That didn’t do much to restrict the length, and the fart went on for good 30 seconds.
While there was a noise present in the room, at the same time some sort of awkward silence remained. One man fountaining a wild noisy stream of gas without any intent of trying to keep it in (a useless action that would have brought him more discomfort), and another man just sitting there and staring at him.
Alastor was already situated a few meters away from Husk’s ass. As soon as his slobbered brains took in the whole picture of the cat demon majorly stinking up the atmosphere, the deer demon slid further without ditching the sitting position. He, as it was, awkwardly dragged his ass across the wooden planks.
Husk took notice of that out of the corner of his eye and laughed mockingly. The sight of THE Alastor doing that, sharply-dressed and elegant glass of booze in his hand (drink splashing through the edge and onto his not-so-clean-but-could-have-been-cleaner-now shirt) and all, was so hilarious no one could ever forget that after being a witness.
What Alastor did was a wise decision, anyhow.
Husk’s potent gas didn’t take long to manifest in the form of a stench that could knock out a swarm of bees in the middle of a flight. Anyone who ever had encountered that did NOT want their nose to experience the same kind of pain once more. Which happened quite a lot of times already. Husk wasn’t good at holding his gas in.
With one final effort Husk put a finish to his grandiose fart. The bartender’s ass changed the sound of his relief to a shrill whiny blow. Husk smirked smugly, not really caring that he just ruined the freshness of a great amount of air around him. He finally grabbed the bottle and plopped back down where he previously sat.
“Ey, you gonna have more of this stuff or what?”, - he called out for Alastor, not paying the attention to the mix of amazement and plain fear prominent in the radio demon’s eyes, who’s tightly clasped lips were trembling out of unknown strong emotion overwhelming him.
“Forget it”, - Husk immediately answered his own question and took a generous gulp out of the bottle, growling in satisfaction afterwards: “Nothing better than more fresh booze after a good ripper, eh, Al?”.
Alastor shook his head, trying to say something, but he only succeeded in voicing disconnected bits of unidentified grunting sounds. “Come on, Al”, - Husk rebuked him, pointing finger in his direction: “You’re acting like this is the first time I farted in front of you”.
Alastor covered his mouth with a hand and snorted with something that seemed like laughter. Fighting the smile spreading on his own face, Husk nevertheless stated: “And if you come at me with the manners bullshit, I’ll scratch your dumb face”.
“H-Husker, it’s not that”, - Alastor took off his monocle and rubbed his face, stifling the further giggles: “I’ve long ago gotten used to your terrific rectal throwdowns…”.
“Rectal throwdowns?!”, - now was Husk’s turn to hold back the laughter: “Sometimes you actually can say the shit that could crack someone up! Who would have guessed”.
“Do not interrupt me, Husker!”, - Alastor said, warningly swaying his finger: “I have yet to say what I really wanted… to say, hahah! In fact, it’s a confession I want to make!”.
Husk raised his eyebrow.
Obviously inspired, Alastor continued: “For a long time I was preparing to say: the way you do THAT is phenomenal… It always gives me the heebie-jeebies, if you know in what sense!”. The radio demon’s cheeks flushed at his realization of how he actually just complimented someone’s farting. That was really a new experience to him. But with the alcohol’s influence, not a stop-signal at all. After all, what he said was true, Husk’s flatulence was pretty hilarious once Alastor stopped and thought about it some time ago.
“Shucks, Al”, - Husk waved his hand: “It’s nothing phenomenal, jus’ an ordinary fartillery”. He was so shocked, his usually loud voice was very quiet. In all his hell’s life Husk was not prepared for Alastor to say what he said openly to him.
“Well it’s not often that someone is able to create such…. *BURP* Excuse me…. Such extremely loud noise with their body!”, - Alastor retorted: “I say it calls for some uniqueness~ It’s more of a whole other type of speciality, by the way!”. The radio host’s face got redder as he put emotion and willpower into his talking.
“Nope. It doesn’t take much to do that”, - Husk answered, looking the deer demon all over: “I actually swear YOU can keep up with me at this”.
In a graceful sliding motion Husk laid down on the floor in front of Alastor, eyeing the radio host’s chin from bellow. The radio demon belatedly looked down and the barista.
“Whatbhh-ever is the mn-meaning of what you a-are doing?”, - Alastor grimaced at the headache that suddenly hit him, his tongue getting tied.
“I heard how growly your stomach was this whole time”, - Husk purred with sudden infatuation in his whole attitude. As he did so, he grabbed Alastor’s thin thighs and caressed the deer’s crotch with his cat nose. Alastor squeaked in surprise, disliking his legs being grabbed so unexpectedly and harshly.
“Let’s hear you cut one too”, - Husk smirked: “I want you to fart as hard as you can. Show me what that skinny ass can do!”.
Alastor squirmed: “Oh, you really want me.. .to do… that? My goodness…”.
“Well, you do think that loud farting is hilarious”, - Husk reminded him with a sarcastic smile: “Now you gotta contribute to the humour. What, are you chicken?”.
Alastor giggled and said: “I’m… I’m not sure about this”.
“Come on”, - Husk edged him on, as if trying to get a skittish kid to try riding a bike down the hill for the first time: “Come on, do it! For me, pal. You might like it so much you’ll want more”.
Cat demon didn’t really know what he meant to say anymore, but he was certain he wanted the radio host to embarrass himself too. For them to share the embarrassment like the closest friends they are (right?).
While Alastor kept silent, unknown thoughts racing through his head, Husk accidentally belched right into his crotch. Alastor sighed at that, part in pleasure. Intense warmth spreaded between his legs, the pants’ thick fabric keeping some of the gas from leaving too soon. “Opps”, - Husk hoarsely whispered, waving the paw in front of his face but still getting a few whiffs of his own gas he burped up.
“F-fine”, - Alastor quietly said, static resounding in his voice at the radio demon’s abrupt mood whiplash.
“Really?”, - Husk asked, raising one eyebrow: “You’re gonna do it after all?”.
Alastor repositioned his lower body to point the buttcrack at Husk’s face. The small wave of stench of unwashed asshole, well-brewed between the radio demon’s ass and the floor, rolled into the bartender’s nostrils. Husk sniffed it out of pure unreasonable curiosity. But no amount of alcohol was going to make him love that, and so Husk made a grossed-out sound and grimaced, whispering: “Fuck, you stink”, - under his breath.
“Surely~”, - Alastor answered the bartender’s question. Alarmed, he bounced his leg, feeling more and more gas diving close to his trembling round exit.
“After all, what a hooey to keep all the gas in if it’s going to be let out anyhow anytime soon! My stomach isn’t made of steel you k-know! Hahah… eh…”.
A minute of silence dragged on, sometimes broke by Alastor sniffing his nose nervously, and Husk’s breathing he tried to keep down in anticipation of some sound to come from his companion’s ass.
“It certainly hurts now…”, - Alastor piped up at one point, eyebrows pulled up and together at the shooting pain reciting close to his anus, once he stopped the gas from leaving through it. Husk heard the purring the radio demon’s lower part of the stomach gave out and ran out of patience:
“Well? Are you gonna fart or not? Or are you fucking gonna uselessly talk for hours and hours to come?”.
“It’s not as easy as you think!”, - Alastor snapped at him: “You’re used to doing this in front of others. I am not”.
“Well, I can’t keep this pose forever”, - Husk said, rubbing his back: “Fucking hurry”.
“Alright”, - Alastor closed one eyes in concentration, voice haltering to a whispery raspy tone: “I’m going to do it… Just r-relax, and…”.
Radio demon’s heart skipped a beat when he felt a nice hot wet plume of gas poking harshly through his anus. It readily resounded between his buttcheeks with a shameful gross rumble. Very wet and nice to let go, but very degradingly sounding. The radio host’s cheeks reddened as he made a mental connection with his gassy incident at the overlords assemble. He ruined his well-kept image of a graceful gentleman for one another demon now.
“Oh well, Husk IS my friend”, - Alastor thought: “This time it wouldn’t hurt to be a little too natural with my actions, I suppose”.
The released gas meanwhile crawled through Alastor’s pants’ fabric and approached Husk’s nose.
“Hah, you call that a loud fart?!”, - The deer demon heard Husk teasing him from bellow: “Also, that was pathetically short. Only 3 seconds, or so. What a joke!”.
“A joke you invested into, my dear friend” , - Alastor shook his head with a defiant pose: “I never said it’d be loud or long enough for your standards”. Then he saw the cat demon widen his eyes and splutter out disgusted sounds, bolting up and away from the deer’s steaming ass.
What Husk took a whiff of almost made him feel sick. It was like his nose was shoved into a pile of trash. What made it worse was the feline sensitivity of his sense of smell. Husk fanned the air in front of his nose, automatically, since he got away from Alastor’s cloud of gas already: “Fucking eeeeew, the fuck was that?!”.
“Obviously not a joke anymore, is it?”, - Alastor mocked, knowing he won this round at least: “Is it really that bad, Husker? Or are you just white-livered?”, - he asked with fake innocence.
“Like you don’t know how it is, stinkard!”, - Husk got riled up: “But it’s not surprising. You didn’t wash for the last.. two? Three years? Your body had just consumed all that stench you live in. It’s giving it back by farting too”.
“Are you trying to tell that from your own experience, or did you actually try spying on me?”, - Alastor joked: “I fail to understand why you decided to sniff my gas. Seemingly, you lack the stamina needed for that”.
“Shut up!”, - Husk smiled bitterly, scratching his greasy beer gut: “Regardless, absolutely gut-wrenching stuff you’ve got there! I’m not sniffing that up close again!”.
“You got what you wanted, so no complaints, old bean~”, - Alastor said with the same teasing tone and took a more relaxed sitting pose, spreading and stretching his legs on the floor instead of keeping them bent with knees at the chest level like he did all this time. He took the booze bottle Husk previously sucked out of into his hands and took a gulp too, wiping his lips with the jacket sleeve afterwards.
“But I feel so liberated now!”, - Alastor said then, eyes half closed: “And it all thanks to you and your support!~...”, - Husk scowled at those words with a warm humoring smile.
Just as Alastor was talking, following his stomach bubbling, the deer’s ass decided it was time to vent out a really big amount of gas for compensation. That one fart that grossed out Husk so much didn’t even do much to bring any considerate relief.
The fleshy ring between deer demon’s buttcheeks was so sweaty, the escaping gas brought out a very wet gentle popping that grew slightly louder as Alastor let himself relax more and more.
Alastor himself didn’t seem bothered by the sound, not pausing for a second in his monologue. “…I truly appreciate having someone I can act uncivilized with once in a while. In general, it’s not often I allow myself that, do I?...”.
“…..prRrRbBbBlLlL…..”, – his butt kept on saying.
“Shut it already”, - Husk ordered, and the Alastor gave the cat demon a blank look, batting his eyes: “I want to listen to your ass”, - cat demon explained.
Two minutes passed, Alastor’s stale gas spreading through the air, and Husk letting out a few coughs sometimes as well as covering his nose with a paw. He could smell some meaty dish Alastor had earlier, or at least the warped, rotten analogue of the previously appetizing scent.
But he did not budge and just watched Alastor. It’s not everyday one can get a look at the overlord farting so freely in front of them.
Alastor himself was very laid back against the counter, eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face Husk didn’t want to admit was kinda cute. The radio demon, at that moment, was a perfect image of relaxation. The whole look was only ruined by a disgusting wet raspberry emitting from his ass.
Alastor started lazily fanning the air in front of his nose, and he also cleared some of it with magic, succeeding in keeping the most of the rank smell away from his face.
Husk really liked what he heard – a very long and nice fart going off from the radio demon himself. The cat demon was impressed – that twig’s farting wasn’t inferior to his own.
But all good things come to an end sooner or later. And finally Alastor’s release was almost over, complete with a squeaky drone that still took quite a few seconds to die off.
The silence resumed again, ruined by Alastor’s heavy sigh of relief: “Oh my~ I needed that badly. I only ever realize in time eating so much gets me bloated, really, and how!”.
Shaking his head, Alastor opened one eye and observed Husk: “Why do you look so pleased, Husker?”.
Husk, caught off guard with that question, didn’t know what to say in response.
“I assumed you left a while ago”, - Alastor pushed, he sounded like he got in a nasty mood. Husk assumed it was either more headache brought by the alcohol or embarrassment that found Alastor even in his current state.
“That’s your problem”, - Husk smiled and suddenly crawled on top on the Alastor. “What is it now?...”, - Alastor weakly resented, before Husk pressed his fuzzy ass against the deer demon’s face.
Before the radio demon could ask what were his intentions in doing so, Husk quickly forced a huge fart into Alastor’s face, cackling maniacally. “This is perfect to get him to cease his whining!”, - the batender thought.
For the radio demon it was like his eardrums were blasted out of his head. He was certainly not even a bit ready for the sound. The volume was even greater than during that long one Husk let out last time when he was after more booze.
“That’s what you get for making me sniff YOUR gas!”, - Husk shouted in glee, looking back and seeing beads of tears forming in Alastor’s eyes. The deer demon clenched his fists when the horrifying stench plugged his nasal passages as if a smelly concrete mass was poured into them. Thick and hard to get out and going to definitely remain there for some time.
Alastor coughed violently, saliva pooling in his mouth profusely in reaction to his lungs being filled with Husk’s methane: “Get off me, you degenerate!”, - he yelled, his voice distorted and deep.
He tried pushing Husk off of him physically, using his hands only, having forgotten about his magic (or wasted the little that remained of it on clearing the air off his gas?). But the cat demon was too excited to let him escape that easily. He gripped Alastor’s thin hands, preventing them from showing him off.
However Husk lost his balance and fell on his side, Alastor readily clasping his clawed fingers on his neck and shoulder. His dirty sharp teeth were bared close to Husk’s face. “Hey! No biting ya stupid deer!”, - Husk yelled warningly and grabbed Alastor by clothes and hair, ready to rip chunks of them off if needed.
The two rolled around the floor, completely forgotten about any magical powers, and just fighting like little kids, each one having the goal to shove the other’s face into their ass, but failing due to how much of an effort they both put into keeping up their maintenance. Unable to handle so much pressure, their bloated bellies started pumping out the rest of their gas.
BRRRAAP
pllllrRRRpt!
The two drunkards laughed at the funny sounds their asses resounded with during their little battle.
The sounds of other various farts could have been heard from the two, as they kicked, bit and punched each other, flexing their legs and buttocks too. Bubbly, rumbly, raunchy, squeaky pooting sounds all escorted the fetid air biscuits that escaped their posteriors and filled the space around the bar. The wild mix of farts destroyed what helpless bits of oxygen somehow remained there till that moment.
Both demons were so wasted, they couldn’t care less about that, however.
“Don’t you dare do that in my face again, you twat!”, - Alastor cried after once more not letting Husk rip one right up his nose: “Your farts stink like a pile of decaying cabbage! Absolutely disgusting! I reminds me of those abandoned smelly markets back in the 10s!”.
“And don’t you come at me with that smell of shit and rotten meat coming from your ass!”, - Husk replied, pushing away the grunting Alastor hard with fist into the stomach: “You fucking stink more than me! And if you do fart on me, I swear I’ll puke on you!”.
The fight eventually turned into humorous fuzz, them half-heartedly and much more weakly pushing and punching each other in the chest or on the shoulder. Finally they parted and just laid on the floor, giggling and breathing very heavily from such an exercise.
“Hey, guys, you in there?”, - Charlie’s voice came from a long distance.
“There she comes to ruin our fun”, - Husk whispered to Al, the deer giving a weak: “Hmph…”, - in response.
The princess flew into the scene, prepared to probably say something like: “I knew I heard your voices echoing from far away! Now, I wanted to ask you to…”.
But she got a change of thoughts very quickly. At first she looked baffled to see the radio demon himself lying in such an undignified position on the floor.
The Husk remaining in the similar pose wasn’t much of a surprise, since everyone was already used to seeing him like this. But it was still disappointing, and Charlie’s friendly smile turned into a bitter one.
Then the princess came to a stop far away and took notice of empty alcohol bottles scattered around the bar counter. That was it. She started approaching the two, the first step a very loud stomp indicating she was pretty pissed off. Charlie’s eyebrows lowered, a small bothered wrinkle forming between them.
But all the above mentioned became slim pickings very soon. Charlie didn’t get the chance to react to all of that as her attention got instantly enveloped by something that got her most uncomfortable.
“Wait, why are you two….?”.
Suddenly, Charlie found herself surrounded by a rich swarm of smells that were unbearable to take through one’s nose. A few of the many awful notes were picked up by her sensors – such as excremental waste, vile cabbage and rotten spoiled meat. She wasn’t going to smell much more of that.
Charlie took a few huge steps back and coughed into her hands, unwillingly making ugly retching sounds.
Husk and Alastor gathered whatever willpower they had in their bodies and sat up. Their eyes were slightly unfocused. It was like they weren’t just drunk on booze, but high on the stench of their own farts. Alastor’s ears were droopy, and Husk’s fur was all felted from the humidity and hanged in small icicles off his body. Their faces were tinted a slight greenish colour.
What else to say? The two demons did a VERY good job at stinking up the bar.
“What happened here!”, - Charlie cried out, finally able to speak: “What did you do? It smells like a corpse is decaying somewhere nearby!”, - she casted a suspicious look at Alastor when saying the last sentence.
Alastor and Husk exchanged amused looks.
“Are you sure it’s not two corpses instead of A one, darling?”, - Alastor asked with a sly hint in his voice.
“Yeah”, - Husk supported him: “It sure smells like two corpses to me!”.
Both drunk men laughed loudly, glancing at each other in a “that’s a neat fucking joke we made!” fashion. The princess frowned, ready to facepalm. She was already struggling to think of ways to somehow clear up such a complicated situation. Husk was a drunkard nuisance as always. But it was the first time during working on the hotel that she saw something like that coming from Alastor who never allowed himself to behave like that out in the open.
Also, Charlie was in fact afraid of her ANOTHER guess about the source of the smell turning out to be confirmed.
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