Gift for  Hellywolfy about JT and his fursona Kero being captured and "tortured" by two very smelly and fat ogres.

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JT was currently sitting in a bizarre, medieval-like restaurant with one of his friends, Kero. Kero was a chubby timber wolf not much shorter than JT, and had blue fur on the tips of his ears and tail. Kero and JT had heard about the restaurant at some Internet café a few days ago and decided to check the place out to see if the restaurant was worth wasting their taste buds over. The food was tolerable, but the staff was a different story. A lot of them consisted of gremlins, goblins, orcs and ogres—pretty much any mythical creature a furry could name. A lot of them were a bit hostile as well, or had a gruff personality. On their way over to their booths, Kero and JT realized that some of the staff members kind of shoved them into the booths, instead of escorting them to it. They didn’t ask them for any drinks either. All they did was slam two large glasses full of a dark blue liquid that fizzed constantly. The sweet beverage tasted okay, but left a strange, burning sensation in the canines’ throats. After chatting for ten minutes, the waiter placed down a plate containing odd food in front of JT and Kero, grunting and extending a hand. JT looked up at the waiter.

“We have to pay just to get the appetizers?”

The waiter, a burly orc with a hand the size of the wolf’s head, growled gutturally. JT quickly took out his wallet and gave the creature a twenty-dollar bill. He grunted again and walked away.

“Well the staff’s inviting.” said JT sarcastically.

“Relax buddy. At least the food is…um…”

Kero looked down at his plate and noticed that something thick and red was wiggling around. It looked like a giant larvae, or dozens of fat, juicy worms.

“JT, is your food moving?”

“Yes…”

JT grabbed one of the worms—his were purple—and grimaced as he stared at it wiggling. But curiosity got the best of him, and he tossed the worm into his mouth and chewed on it.

“Hmm…guess it could be worse. Hopefully whatever this is won’t give me a rash.”

“I think I’ll skip on the appetizers and go refill my drink.” said Kero, rising out of his booth.

As Kero started to walk down an aisle in the restaurant, he stepped on something squishy and yelped, stumbling and hopping on one foot. As he tried to stop himself from falling, he bumped into two large ogres and caused them to spill their trays of food all over themselves. Kero gasped and immediately backed away as the ogres stared down at him, growling and showing off their crooked teeth.

“Sorry, sorry! I just tripped over something and didn’t see where I was going!”

“Relax outsider, just pay us so we can get another meal.” said one of the ogres, a bald, green one wearing beige jean shorts and had a belly that extended over the waist.

“Uh…I kind of spent it all on my own dinner. Hehe, sorry.”

“Is that so?” said the ogre, making a fist with his right hand.

The other ogre, a bright yellow one who was just as bald and fat and wore nothing short of a loincloth to cover his nether regions, blocked him with his arm.

“Relax, Blorg. We can worry about this another time. You can go now.”

Kero sighed with much relief and headed over to the drink machine so he could refill his soda. Unfortunately, he couldn’t read any of the flavors, so he just randomly pressed one, and wound up filling his glass with an odd mauve substance. As Kero started to walk back towards his booth, Blorg took a tiny device out of his pocket and aimed it at Kero’s glass. He squirted an odd, clear, and odorless concoction into his beverage, and grinned maliciously. Kero sat down and sighed again.

“God that was a close one.”

“Yeah, just be glad they didn’t beat you to a pulp.”

“…I wonder what they meant by ‘another time’ though.”

JT chuckled. “If they’re not gonna beat you up, what else can they do: make you sniff their slimy toes?”

Blorg had already poisoned Kero, but the yellow ogre wanted to have his own “victim” too, so the green ogre walked by JT and Kero’s booth, and quickly squirted the concoction into JT’s drink when he slammed his fist down on the table to kill a fly.

“I swear it’s like these flies hatch eggs every other second.”

Kero shrugged and took a sip of his drink, smacking his lips when he noticed the odd, distinct bitter taste to it.

“Hey Jake? Does your drink taste funny?”

JT chugged some of the soda before placing the glass down and savoring the flavor.

“Nope. It must be the new flavor you have. Why?”

“Mine tastes a bit…bitter…” said Kero, as he started to feel woozy.

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The humid stench and the sounds of dozens of flies buzzing was the first thing that hit the two wolves. Both of them grunted a few times while they were unconscious, then Kero suddenly gasped loudly and woke up. He started panting and examined his environment. The place was a poorly lit shack or basement of some sort with walls made of wood and straw. There was nothing inside the shack besides dirty laundry, a few chairs, and dozens of flies. He was beginning to wonder why he was still woozy and why he was lying on the floor…and why he couldn’t move his arms or legs. The timber wolf grunted and few times, only to assume that he had been tied down. Kero grunted four times before shouting with frustration and rolling his body over so he was lying on his back. He looked down at his feet and noticed that his legs had been bound together by long socks that had been tied around them very tightly. Then he glanced over at JT, and noticed that he was bound under the same circumstances.

“Jake! Jake, wake up!”

The brown wolf snorted and shook his head. “What? What, Kero?”

JT sniffed the air a few times. “Jesus Kero, I didn’t know your feet stank this much!”

“That’s not me! This whole shack’s full of dirty laundry and stinky socks! And forget the smell—WE’RE TIED UP!”

JT’s eyes grew wide and he panicked and started to grunt and pull his arms and legs apart. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t move at all and was paralyzed.

“What the hell’s going on?! Why did someone handcuff—”

“Um…they didn’t handcuff us.”

“Then why can’t I move?”

“Because they tied us up with their clothing.”

“…Are you serious?”

“Yes! Look!”

JT rolled around so he was lying on his back like Kero and looked down to see his legs were tied together by a few pairs of dirty socks. Kero started grunting and frantically trying to untie the laundry that kept him together, but before he had the chance to, the door slammed open, revealing the two ogres from the restaurant.

“Seems our guests have woken up now.” said the yellow one, shutting and locking the door.

Kero looked at the green one and noticed he was wearing a pair of smelly, sweaty white socks now, and the yellow one’s feet were clammy and moist.

“What are you gonna do to us? Take turns sodomizing us, or-or-or gouge our eyes out with a hot fireplace poker, or dismember us and then throw our bodies outside for the werewolves to feed off of? Or—”

“Calm the fuck down. We’re not that sadistic.” said Blorg.

“…How come you ain’t panicking?” asked the yellow one.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you tied us up with nothing but stinky socks.” said JT.

Blorg chortled. “It’s a gift of Savlork’s.”

“Look, just let us go and I can go back home and get you the money for your meal, okay?” pleaded Kero.

“Yeah guys, just relax. It was an accident.”

Blorg and Savlork grinned again and slowly approached the two canines, the stench of their bodies quickly penetrating their sense of smell.

“You guys mind stepping back a few feet? It already stinks enough as it is.” said JT.

But Blorg and Savlork merely walked closer to JT and Kero, and the green ogre sighed and patted his greasy, sweaty gut, giggling once he heard all the digestive juices sloshing around.

“I sure am glad I’ve eaten nothing but beans and cabbage today!”

Savlork chuckled. “Yeah, and that we just spent the last hour jogging around town!”

The yellow ogre stood behind JT, his feet so close to his head his pointy toes were almost touching his scalp. Blorg got on top of Kero and pinned him down with his knees as he turned around. His fat ass was in the air, about an inch away from Kero’s muzzle.

“Wait a minute! I thought you said I can pay you guys back another time!”

“This is how you pay us back.” muttered Savlork.

And with that, Blorg proceeded to grunt and let out a giant and sputtering fart right in Kero’s face, filling the room with the stench of rotten eggs. JT didn’t even have time to catch a whiff of the fart before Savlork lifted his right foot and planted it right on JT’s muzzle. At first, JT didn’t mind the smell of his sole; being one who had a pair of smelly footpaws of his own, the brown wolf was used to the smell. But there was something about the stench of Savlork’s foot that made him cough and gag loudly. It were literally dripping with sweat, which was so thick JT thought slime was coming off his foot. It smelled like vinegar and blue cheese that was no longer edible; the smell was so ghastly that JT couldn’t breathe. He didn’t dare open his mouth, knowing full well that the taste of his stinky foot would be twice as bad. JT muttered something with his maw shut, but Savlork responded by rubbing his foot back and forth against his nose. The cheesy odor intensified when his toes were positioned above the wolf’s nostrils, and Savlork made sure he wiggled his toes and rubbed all the slime and toe-jam off, creating a stink so foul JT wanted to pass out. But he didn’t, and told himself that he was capable of surviving the ogre’s method of “torture.” The only problem was that JT was only being tortured with one foot. He could only imagine how much the other one stank. Kero was in the same position as JT, except his torturer was much more flatulent, and fat. His bowels were full of digested beans, cabbage and all the other disgusting food he had eaten in the past several days, and he had been holding it all in so he let it out once he got back from the restaurant. Kero coughed violently after inhaling the first fart, but Blorg didn’t give him anytime to recover. He grunted and farted again, this time emitting a loud, squeaky noise that lasted for three seconds. It still reeked of rotten eggs, and it still made Kero cough and choke on the fumes. The timber wolf coughed for several seconds, trying to find a way to breathe in some fresh air, or at least some cleaner air, but the ogre still had him pinned down, and still had his gargantuan, blubbery ass in his face. Blorg sighed and passed gas in the wolf’s face a third time. It sounded squeaky at first, but eventually turned into the casual horn tooting noise that everyone was so familiar with hearing. Kero could barely see his shorts rumbling each time he passed gas, and was just happy that his torturer wasn’t wearing a loincloth like JT’s, otherwise the noise and smell would be twice as foul.

The two ogres decided to switch tactics after some time passed. Savlork removed his rancid foot and turned around so he could squat over JT’s face. Blorg flipped his body over and planted his socked smelly feet right underneath Kero’s chin. As the greasy yellow ogre started to fart in JT’s face, Blorg promptly shoved both of his smelly socks against Kero’s muzzle. He watched as he trapped the canine’s nose inside a cloud of Limburger cheese and old milk, grinning once Kero took a whiff of the stench and began to hack loudly. If anything, Blorg’s feet smelled worst than Savlork’s did, but he was lucky since the green ogre kept his dirty pair of sweat socks on. The ogre wiggled his toes and sighed before he began to rub them back and forth, smearing the stench and moist, fungi-infested socks along his snout. Quite frankly, Kero was beginning to wonder if he should trade places with JT. Although, by how filthy the ogre’s behind was, maybe it was a good thing he was only being bombarded with the smell of stinky feet. JT was being bombarded with the smell of hydrogen sulfide and methanethiol, two foul gases that no one wants to smell. The first fart Savlork let out was nothing more than a regular, long blast of a trumpet blowing. The only problem was that since Savlork was wearing nothing but a loincloth, there was nothing to cover up his disgusting buttocks or ass crack. There was absolutely nothing JT could do to block out the smell. After passing gas once, the yellow ogre sighed and grunted as he let out a series of short, sputtering farts that sounded like bubble wrap popping. Each fart reeked of bad eggs and rotten cabbage, and JT’s eyes were starting to water as his nostrils were assaulted by the noxious odor. Savlork sighed and put his hands on his knees before squatting down a little more and letting out a wet, but short fart in the canine’s face. The yellow ogre patted his rotund gut before feeling all the juices inside of it churning, building up more foul flatus for the tied-up wolf the smell. JT’s held his breath and kept his eyes shut, not like it did him any good. He could still hear how disgusting each gas bubble sounded as it came out of the gassy assailant’s behind, not to mention smell it. Savlork grunted with his teeth gritted for several seconds before lifting his right leg and leaning over to his left so he could release a strong, putrid, twelve-second fart. JT gagged loudly and started coughing as he felt the fetid, hot air blasting in his face. If the smell wasn’t bad enough, he could also taste it. The flatulence burned his throat and left a disgusting, stale taste of beans and mild acid in his mouth.

The ogres switched tactics again, and this time Blorg tortured Kero using his body odor and musk, whilst Savlork went back to using his feet again. Blorg didn’t really use any special position or plan out his tactics in any unique way. He just threw his body on top of Kero and started growling with another malevolent grin on his face. Then he promptly lifted his left arm and scooted forward just so he was close enough to rub his armpit along Kero’s muzzle. Kero couldn’t tell what disgusted him more: the musky smell or all the sweat and hair and dirt getting into his nose and on his lips. The wolf thought about biting the ogre or finding a way to gross him out, but he didn’t want to risk having his tongue dabbing any of his dirt-ridden armpit hairs. After Blorg rubbed his stench into Kero’s nostrils, he lowered his left arms and started to use his right one, performing the same vile gestures while laughing. The only thing Kero could identify at this point was that the ogre definitely needed a long sponge bath, and a maid to clean up all the pungent laundry. The timber wolf finally exhaled after holding his breath for so long and inhaled deeply, unfortunately taking in an intense amount of musk from the ogre. Blorg chortled as he witnessed Kero retch and shut his eyes, which were starting to turn red from all the torture. But Blorg continued to assault the canine, rubbing his armpits back and forth incessantly. Meanwhile, JT was forced to smell both of Savlork’s stinky, clammy yellow feet. It was the same as before, reeking of vinegar and spoiled blue cheese, a stench so powerful it made JT’s vision hazy. And now that Savlork had both of his feet shoved in JT’s face, the stench was twice as strong, and twice as nauseating. The yellow ogre was looking down at the wolf, sitting his bare ass on his stomach and pinning him down. He glanced over at his rotund green friend and smirked when he looked down at Kero, who was finally given a chance to inhale some “fresh air.” As Kero took a nice whiff of the stale, but much more pleasing odor of the shack, he heard loud rumbling not far from where he lay, and looked to his right to see that Savlork just leaned over and let out a nice, eggy fart for him to smell. The yellow creature chuckled evilly and watched Kero grimace and cough. Blorg let the fart soak into the wolf’s nostrils, before he leaned forward and started to rub his rank armpits against his nose again, hearing Kero shout out, “NO!” in protest. It was clear that JT was trying to protest too, but everytime he opened his mouth, he’d end up getting a face full of cheesy ogre feet—at one point two of his toes got caught in Jake’s mouth, and he retched so hard he almost puked right then and there. But JT had endured much smellier situations in the past, and held his vomit down. The ogre glanced at each other and nodded, deciding that they should change tactics once again.

Blorg flipped himself over so he was laying flat on Kero’s stomach and pinning his own stomach against his. His ass was directly in front of Kero’s muzzle again, but the position he was in would’ve made someone think he was about to go to sleep. He wasn’t though, and was just lying in a prostrate position so he could rush all the flatus in his bowels towards his anus faster. Only a few seconds had passed after resting his bloated gut on the wolf, and he started to break wind like crazy without even trying. He let out a seismic fart that lasted for five seconds and reeked of sewage waste and swamp gas, before sighing with relief and fanning a hand behind his trousers. The green ogre only paused for three seconds before he let out a softer, but still loud and smelly fart in Kero’s face. Another pause, followed by more strong flatulence blowing Kero’s way, without the ogre even straining himself. Hell, some of the gas was coming out on its own, soaring through his bowels so quickly that Blorg couldn’t stop himself from farting even if he wanted to. While Kero was being tortured with flatulence, JT was being tortured by a combination of smelly feet and rancid rectal gases. Savlork position himself so he was on top of JT, and he was sitting on the heels of his feet, like he was about to bend down and pray. His feet and bulbous butt were both close to Jake, and he could smell the odor rolling off of both of them. The yellow ogre patted his gut before releasing a long, trumpet-sounding fart that quickly turned into a disgusting, wet noise someone would’ve mistaken for coming out of an elephant’s behind. The brown wolf could feel the funky flatus blowing in his face and shouted with frustration, grunting and exerting all his energy to knock the greasy creature off his body. But it was useless. Savlork turned around and stared down at JT with a shark smile before wiggling his toes, and letting out a seven-second fart that sounded just as wet as the first one. Not a moment later, a louder, but shorter fart followed, and the combined forces of Blorg and Savlork’s flatulence were making the entire shack reek of sewage waste.

“WHEW!! It sure does stink in here! Smells almost as bad as the time that oversized gryphon took a huge dump on our front lawn!”

Savlork chuckled and farted again. “Yeah, almost!”

The ogres looked down at their victims’ eyes and noticed they were red and watery. Both of them were having trouble seeing, and the stench inside the shack was enough to make the both of them pass out. The ogres looked at each other again and grinned.

“You wanna finish ‘em off now?”

“Nah, not just yet. I got another surprise in store for this one. You continue torturing red-jaw; I’m sure he’d love to smell your armpits.” said Blorg.

“Yes, I’m sure he would!”

The yellow ogre turned around and lay down in a prostrate position, still pinning the unfortunate wolf down with his hulking frame. Then he raised his left arm and began to smother JT’s snout with his musky armpit. Like Blorg, Savlork needed a hot sponge bath, and his armpits smelled incredibly strong, strong enough to make a wolverine plug its nose. The fat, yellow creature grinded his arm back and forth along JT’s muzzle, making sure that the musty smell and some of the dirt was burned into the brown wolf’s olfaction system. Lucky for JT, Savlork wasn’t as musky as his green counterpart, but he could barely notice a difference between the two. The yellow ogre sighed happily as he continued to rub his armpits on JT’s muzzle. So much dirt and armpit hair was going into the wolf’s nose that it wasn’t even funny anymore. JT couldn’t stop gagging or retching, but he made sure he kept his tongue in his mouth so it wouldn’t make contact with the hairs and dirt. JT was still feeling woozy, and with all that stink around him, he was beginning to think that passing out and pretending he was sleeping was a good idea. Kero was thinking the same thing as well, especially with the torture he was enduring now. Blorg took off one of his sweat socks and proceeded to stand up and squat just as he stretched open the sock and placed it right near his ass. Then he grunted and began to let out a series of loud, raunchy farts that made it sound like the fat ogre was busy squirting diarrhea out of his ass. He wasn’t though, although his ass crack did feel strangely damp after letting out all those farts. Once he finished, he closed the sock and got on top of Kero, pinning him down. Then he smiled, opened up the sock, and shoved it over Kero’s muzzle. Blorg started to laugh hysterically, watching as the timber wolf struggled and shouted with a sock covering his muzzle like an actual muzzle would. The only thing Kero could smell was a vile combination of sweat and old milk, and rotten meat and sewage waste. Combined, the odor was so intense that Kero was immediately starting to lose consciousness. Savlork stopped rubbing his armpits all over JT so he could stare at Kero struggling to get the sock off his face. But nothing he did worked, and struggling only made the gray wolf more tired. Savlork looked down at his victim and saw that JT was on the brink of passing out as well. The ogres decided that now was the time to finish it. They’ve had enough fun for one day.

Savlork turned around and squatted so his fat ass was directly over the brown wolf’s face, and it looked like he was mooning him with his greasy, filthy butt. Blorg took off the sock on Kero’s muzzle, turned around and did the same thing. Only, he pulled his shorts and underwear down so his greasy, smelly posterior was revealed to Kero. They glanced at each other before nodding, and sitting down on the wolves’ faces. They made sure they sat down directly on their muzzles so they could have a nice whiff of their asses, and nothing else. Then they both sighed and started to rip farts one after another, without pausing to give Kero or JT anytime to cough or gag. They both shouted something and jerked their heads around as they tried to escape their fetid, gassy chambers, but the ogres were too heavy and fat to move. The wolves were still confused about why they weren’t enjoying any of this, but they presumed that they finally reached their stink limit, or that they were just scared that the ogres would suddenly change their minds and rape them for hours after they passed out. Savlork’s farts were louder than Blorg’s were, but Blorg seemed to be dishing out the raunchy, disgusting ones that could make a skunk retch just by hearing the bizarre, squishy noises. Savlork let out two very long, bombastic bursts of gas while Blorg simultaneously let out two short, but squishy wet ones. The odor of the shack was reaching its limit, and at the rate they were going, the wood was going to decay and the shack would fall apart. But Savlork and Blorg didn’t mind the stench, and continued to break wind with grins on their faces. Savlork and Blorg grunted simultaneously and let out one giant fart that lasted for ten seconds before sighing and fanning a hand behind their buttocks. They heard their victims shouting in a muffled tone underneath them and hooted with laughter yet again, only to lean over and let out more gas. Savlork sighed after letting out his gas bubble before grunting with two fists made and letting out several tiny, squeaky poots, each of which carried an intense amount of the stench of sulfur with them. Then Savlork leaned over again and released another seismic fart, one so powerful JT could feel the wind blowing on his fur, and he felt the floor shaking a little. Blorg was still letting out the short, nasty farts, and he grunted before pushing the air out of his belly with his right arm so he could let out a deep-toned, rumbling amount of flatulence. After sighing a little and letting out two more short poots, he heard his stomach churning and grunted as he let out a strong, six-second fart that left a moist spot on Kero’s muzzle. The only reason why neither JT nor Kero was protesting was because they were just about done, barely conscious to even see or smell anything anymore, let alone protest. The ogres felt their stomach bubbling and groaned while pressing a hand against them, preparing to knock out Kero and Jake. They held in all the gas to make sure they got it all out in one blow. After waiting for forty seconds, and releasing periodic, short poots, then glanced at each other and nodded. Then they grunted with fists made, and farted at the same time. The force of their farts was so great that the floor began to shake. It was so loud that animals that were hibernating in their trees suddenly jolted awake upon hearing such a disturbing, trumpeting noise. The smell was so foul that anyone within twenty feet of the shack would think that someone just dropped a whole box of rotten eggs. The ogres sat their with the wolves’ nostrils stuck up their butt cracks and farted for half a minute before the noise began to subside until it was nothing more than tiny, squeaky poots. Then they exhaled harshly and started to sigh with relief.

“DAMN! I take that back—it does smell worse in here than the time that gryphon pooped on the lawn!”

“Yeah, no kidding.” said Savlork, with his nose plugged.

The ogres got off their victims, who were now unconscious, and stared down at their bodies.

“What do you think we should do with these guys?”

“Eh, let’s just dump ‘em on the sidewalk or something. I don’t think the cops will care if we tortured two furries by making them smell our fart and sweat socks.”

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Kero sprang awake around two in the morning and started coughing violently. To his surprise though, he wasn’t surrounded by the stale odor of dirty clothes and ogre musk, but rather the scent of grass and fresh, chilly air. He looked all around and saw that he was back in the city of Furtopia, and that JT was lying next to him, still unconscious. Neither of them was tied up, and they seemed to be perfectly fine. Although, they definitely needed a shower after being wrapped up in stinky socks and getting farted on so much.

“Hey Jake. Jake!”

JT shook his head and opened his eyes, surprised by his surroundings as well. He sat up and looked at Kero.

“What…weren’t we just…?”

“Yeah, and now we’re back in Furtopia.”

JT scratched his head and sighed, trying to get the memory out of his head.

“You know what, fuck it. We’re back home, I don’t see the ogres anywhere, we’re not injured, and absolutely no one has to know what happened tonight.”

“Um…ditto.”

“I’m gonna go home and take a shower…gonna take forever to get the smell of ogre sweat socks out of my fur.”

JT and Kero stood up and started to walk along the sidewalk so they could get back to their homes, but as they were walking, Kero stepped on a newspaper someone hadn’t opened up yet. Curious, he picked up the magazine and started to skim through the articles, and he found one announcing a new restaurant that had opened up.

“Hey JT! Look at this!”

“What?” said the brown wolf, walking back towards Kero so he could read the article.

“They opened a new restaurant yesterday that caters to macros! Maybe we should go there—they probably have tiny cubes of cheese that are as tall as we are!”

“Kero, if it’s a macro restaurant that means the staff and customers will be macro.”

“So? Is that bad?”

“Considering they could step on us and flatten us like cockroaches, yeah, that’s bad.”

“Oh…”

Kero looked down at the newspaper for a few more seconds before sighing and balling up the paper and tossing it behind him.

“Let’s just stick with Burger King for now.”