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The Aroma of Roma, pt. 5
Throughout the day, as the dreaded eve approached, I grew anxious. What would Devin think if he were to see Audrey, or, even worse, me WITH her? If it came to that, I’d have to swear him to secrecy, though I didn’t see that to be much of a possibility… My best bet was to avoid even mentioning her while he was in earshot; I also grew nervous of what Audrey would say when I arrived late, or if I was unable to meet her at all that night. I had taken a shower, hoping to get the horrible smell of Audrey and the garbage that surrounded her off of me so as not to arouse suspicion. After a few hours, when my hair had had a chance to dry off, I heard the doorbell ring. Looking out, I saw that it was indeed Devin; it was only about 5:00 or 6:00, so hopefully I wouldn’t be too awfully late meeting Audrey afterwards. I opened the door, smiling, and said, “Hey, Devin. How are you?” Devin, walking in, replied, “Eh, not bad. You?” I hoped that the smell wasn’t lingering in the air; since Devin didn’t comment on it, I decided to dismiss that thought.
We certainly had fun, though; we ate snacks, watched a movie and played video games afterwards. After a few hours, at about 10:30, Devin said, “Heh, it’s been great seeing you again, Jordan. I gotta go; I’ll see you later, okay?” Smiling, I nodded. “Sure! I’ll see you later!” Making sure he hadn’t left anything behind, thus eliminating the need for him to come back unexpectedly that night, I walked him to the door and watched him walk down the street toward his house. When he was out of sight, I locked up the house and set out myself, towards the “usual” alley.
I walked down the roads I had traveled at least twice before, having memorized the names of the streets to get to our “meeting place”. As I drew closer, I once again was apprehensive. What would Audrey say when I showed up? Would she be angry or upset that I was late? Would she even care? I gulped audibly and turned the corner, expecting the worst. The worst didn’t come. All I heard was a playful “Yer late.”
Audrey O’ Roma wasn’t sitting this time; she was leaned up against a wall, her stomach having stayed roughly the same size as it was the last time we met. I was curious about this, but decided not to say anything about it. Instead, I tried to come up with an explanation as to why I was late in arriving. “Sorry, Audrey; my friend showed up unexpectedly…” The skunk smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, I understand,” she said in a cheerful tone. Well, I thought, at least she wasn’t mad at me. I walked over and stood beside her, then placed my hand on her furry white belly, which quivered a bit, and she giggled softly. She then put her own hand on her belly, on top of my own; her hand was fuzzy and warm, and it felt quite nice against mine.
As she guided my hand gently along her gut, smiling warmly, she then opened her mouth wide and let loose a loud *BAAAAARRRRRPP!*, various objects (including the ground beneath us) vibrating moderately. Grinning, I simply patted the skunk’s tummy and said, “You’re excused, love.” With that, Audrey grinned back, and did a slight bow, replying, “Thanks much, Jordan, yer too kind.” She then offered me a box of noodles, like the ones she was eating the night we met. Somewhat hesitantly, I accepted, not wishing to offend the skunk. Looking around, I also found a pair of chopsticks, to my surprise; I then proceeded to pick up a few noodles and brought them toward my mouth. Putting them in my mouth, I thought I was going to be sick; they were somewhat spicy, but at the same time cold and soggy… Not the best taste I’d ever experienced. I was, however, able to keep them down, albeit with difficulty, while Audrey watched, advising me to “take it easy”, and telling me not to choke.
I took another bite, with similar results. Similar, but not identical; the awful sensation almost seemed to diminish with every mouthful of noodles I ate, which almost made me sick again. The thought of getting used to the numerous awful smells was disturbing enough; now I was acquiring a taste for TRASH?! This was getting to be very weird indeed… But something in me, as it often did since I had met the strange skunk girl, encouraged me to “stick with it”; the purpose of that message was somewhat unclear to me. “What’s next?” I thought; these thoughts never actually escaped my lips. “Is she gonna ask me to be…her…” I gasped softly, thinking, “No way. That’s impossible…” At the same time, I hoped Audrey hadn’t heard that gasp; unfortunately, she did, and was somewhat curious. “Hmm? What is it, Jordan?” Blushing, I replied, “Oh, it’s nothing; I was just thinking of something, is all…” Audrey nodded, and admitted that she was thinking of something as well. Three things, actually.
Naturally curious, I asked her what she was thinking. Her reply was, “Firstly. Are ya really enjoyin’ hanging out with me? Or are ya just sayin’ it?” That question seemed a bit unusual, yet I answered it sincerely. “I really do enjoy being with you, Miss O’Roma. I actually was wishing I could hang out with you more often.” The skunk’s face brightened a bit, and her smile widened. “Aw, thanks! Second, and be honest…” She then blushed again, her cheeks going a bright reddish-pink. “D’ya really think I’m cute?” Now, it was MY turn to blush; again, my answer was honest. “Of course, my…” I gulped again, and Audrey said, “Your…what? What is it?” I sighed, and closed my eyes, waiting for her reaction to my answer. “My bloated, belching beauty.” My cheeks went a deep red as I spoke; hers just deepened in shade, only a little, though her smile was still wide. In fact, it seemed to widen again. “Well, thanks much, Jordan; I truly like that nickname.” I simply grinned, scratching the back of my head. “I try…” Then, I braced myself for her final question. And it was quite an unexpected one. “My last question is this…” Her blush deepened again, and she finished, “Would you consider being my… my boyfriend?”
Throughout the day, as the dreaded eve approached, I grew anxious. What would Devin think if he were to see Audrey, or, even worse, me WITH her? If it came to that, I’d have to swear him to secrecy, though I didn’t see that to be much of a possibility… My best bet was to avoid even mentioning her while he was in earshot; I also grew nervous of what Audrey would say when I arrived late, or if I was unable to meet her at all that night. I had taken a shower, hoping to get the horrible smell of Audrey and the garbage that surrounded her off of me so as not to arouse suspicion. After a few hours, when my hair had had a chance to dry off, I heard the doorbell ring. Looking out, I saw that it was indeed Devin; it was only about 5:00 or 6:00, so hopefully I wouldn’t be too awfully late meeting Audrey afterwards. I opened the door, smiling, and said, “Hey, Devin. How are you?” Devin, walking in, replied, “Eh, not bad. You?” I hoped that the smell wasn’t lingering in the air; since Devin didn’t comment on it, I decided to dismiss that thought.
We certainly had fun, though; we ate snacks, watched a movie and played video games afterwards. After a few hours, at about 10:30, Devin said, “Heh, it’s been great seeing you again, Jordan. I gotta go; I’ll see you later, okay?” Smiling, I nodded. “Sure! I’ll see you later!” Making sure he hadn’t left anything behind, thus eliminating the need for him to come back unexpectedly that night, I walked him to the door and watched him walk down the street toward his house. When he was out of sight, I locked up the house and set out myself, towards the “usual” alley.
I walked down the roads I had traveled at least twice before, having memorized the names of the streets to get to our “meeting place”. As I drew closer, I once again was apprehensive. What would Audrey say when I showed up? Would she be angry or upset that I was late? Would she even care? I gulped audibly and turned the corner, expecting the worst. The worst didn’t come. All I heard was a playful “Yer late.”
Audrey O’ Roma wasn’t sitting this time; she was leaned up against a wall, her stomach having stayed roughly the same size as it was the last time we met. I was curious about this, but decided not to say anything about it. Instead, I tried to come up with an explanation as to why I was late in arriving. “Sorry, Audrey; my friend showed up unexpectedly…” The skunk smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, I understand,” she said in a cheerful tone. Well, I thought, at least she wasn’t mad at me. I walked over and stood beside her, then placed my hand on her furry white belly, which quivered a bit, and she giggled softly. She then put her own hand on her belly, on top of my own; her hand was fuzzy and warm, and it felt quite nice against mine.
As she guided my hand gently along her gut, smiling warmly, she then opened her mouth wide and let loose a loud *BAAAAARRRRRPP!*, various objects (including the ground beneath us) vibrating moderately. Grinning, I simply patted the skunk’s tummy and said, “You’re excused, love.” With that, Audrey grinned back, and did a slight bow, replying, “Thanks much, Jordan, yer too kind.” She then offered me a box of noodles, like the ones she was eating the night we met. Somewhat hesitantly, I accepted, not wishing to offend the skunk. Looking around, I also found a pair of chopsticks, to my surprise; I then proceeded to pick up a few noodles and brought them toward my mouth. Putting them in my mouth, I thought I was going to be sick; they were somewhat spicy, but at the same time cold and soggy… Not the best taste I’d ever experienced. I was, however, able to keep them down, albeit with difficulty, while Audrey watched, advising me to “take it easy”, and telling me not to choke.
I took another bite, with similar results. Similar, but not identical; the awful sensation almost seemed to diminish with every mouthful of noodles I ate, which almost made me sick again. The thought of getting used to the numerous awful smells was disturbing enough; now I was acquiring a taste for TRASH?! This was getting to be very weird indeed… But something in me, as it often did since I had met the strange skunk girl, encouraged me to “stick with it”; the purpose of that message was somewhat unclear to me. “What’s next?” I thought; these thoughts never actually escaped my lips. “Is she gonna ask me to be…her…” I gasped softly, thinking, “No way. That’s impossible…” At the same time, I hoped Audrey hadn’t heard that gasp; unfortunately, she did, and was somewhat curious. “Hmm? What is it, Jordan?” Blushing, I replied, “Oh, it’s nothing; I was just thinking of something, is all…” Audrey nodded, and admitted that she was thinking of something as well. Three things, actually.
Naturally curious, I asked her what she was thinking. Her reply was, “Firstly. Are ya really enjoyin’ hanging out with me? Or are ya just sayin’ it?” That question seemed a bit unusual, yet I answered it sincerely. “I really do enjoy being with you, Miss O’Roma. I actually was wishing I could hang out with you more often.” The skunk’s face brightened a bit, and her smile widened. “Aw, thanks! Second, and be honest…” She then blushed again, her cheeks going a bright reddish-pink. “D’ya really think I’m cute?” Now, it was MY turn to blush; again, my answer was honest. “Of course, my…” I gulped again, and Audrey said, “Your…what? What is it?” I sighed, and closed my eyes, waiting for her reaction to my answer. “My bloated, belching beauty.” My cheeks went a deep red as I spoke; hers just deepened in shade, only a little, though her smile was still wide. In fact, it seemed to widen again. “Well, thanks much, Jordan; I truly like that nickname.” I simply grinned, scratching the back of my head. “I try…” Then, I braced myself for her final question. And it was quite an unexpected one. “My last question is this…” Her blush deepened again, and she finished, “Would you consider being my… my boyfriend?”
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Private Thoughts -prose-
Ok movie's over. Now, I'm bored. Hmm, if i move my right elbow like 'this' i can feel- NO! BAD HORMONES! NO PERVERTED THOUGHTS INVOLVING MY SISTER!
*Phert* *PHBBLRT!*
And it begins.
"'Scuse me."
"Hm, excused."
*Phoort* *Brap* *PRRRTT*
Well, that was strangely short for her. She's definitely eaten enough to produce more gas, so why...... No... let's not look a gift horse in the mou-
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRBBBBBBLPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSS!!* * PPPPROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBLLLLLPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!*
Ouch, that was... normal. and now my ears are ringing. Hm? That's a new smell, smells like week old lemons...
"Hey, Ari?
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Hunted by a Wereskunk (FxM Fart Story)
SYNOPSIS: Four friends go camping into the forest, but they should’ve picked a better spot, as they’re right in the middle of the Wereskunk’s hunting grounds, and it was a full moon.. Summer time was coming to an end, and a particular group of friends decided to use their last week of freedom to go camping. They were a decent ways into the woods, about a mile, when they found a clearing. There were four of them in total, and they began to set up their tents. Jax looked around, and he took in the fresh country air. “Isn’t it beautiful boys? It’s so nice out here.” Jax said to the group as they continued to set their tents up. The youngest of them was Clayton, but he was only a year behind them. He was about to start college, and the others were entering their second year. “This place is beautiful Jax, how did you find it?” Shawn asked, as he finished setting up his tent. “Oh Rodney and I have been coming here for a while.” Jax said as he gestured to the tall man with jet black hair. “It’s good to get away every once in a while.” “I heard that.” Shawn spoke up. “But enough talking, let’s drink.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the sun went down, and the bright full moon replaced it, the group of friends continued to enjoy their time together. Several bottles of alcohol and off tune songs were shared between them all, but as the night got older, the friends conversations changed into something a little more serious. “I’m scared.” Clayton spoke up first. Shawn responded almost immediately. “We’re not that far into the woods, quit being a pussy.” Clayton shook his head. “No, not that. Of college.” Jax took a swig of his drink, before he began to speak. “College…:college is scary at first, but honestly, it’s not much different than high school. You’re gonna be fine.” This seemed to help Clayton, as he nodded along at the words. The night continued like that, as the friends shared some parts of their lives they had never shared before, and they all offered the best advice they could. The night grew deathly quiet, before something broke the silence. They all noticed it at once, a foul, rotting stench that seemed to infest all of their noses at once. They looked around at one another, before all at once they broke into laughter as they held their noses. It was Clayton to be the first to call attention to it. “Jesus Christ, which one of you was that?!” Through closed noses, the group continued to laugh, and Jax replied. “Oh cmon dude, that was you, guilty Is written all over your face.” They laughed off the stench, and they just waited for it to dissipate….but it never did..in fact, it seemed to get worse…. “Alright, first time was funny, but now it’s just gross, whoever’s doing it, stop.” Shawn said through gritted teeth, but still, no one owned up to it. If only the friend group stopped fighting, and instead focused on the snapping branches that were getting closer to them, they would’ve noticed the source of the stench was closing in on them. Rodney was the first one to notice it, and he remained silent for a second, trying to study what exactly he was staring at. “Uh, guys, what is that?” This got the group to be quiet, and they turned to observe what Rodney was calling out. It was some type of humanoid monster. The beast stood at over seven feet tall, with jet black hair covering its whole body. Stripes of white fur ran up the creatures body, who the group assumed to be female, as two large white breasts stuck out from its chest. She was muscular, with a well built set of arms along with thick thighs. She had a long, sleek tail that swung from left to right. She had bright green eyes that she stared down the group with. She has a snout that stuck out, and sat above her long, sadistic smile. The group didn’t know how to react. They all stared the creature down. Shawn silently wished he had his rifle with him, like he was originally going to bring. It was Rodney to first offer an idea. “FUCK! RUN!” The group took this to heart, as they decided to split, and they headed into the woods, save for Clayton. He sat on the log, shell shocked from his current predicament. As the group split, she studied their movements. Four of them in total, but only three of them ran towards the forest, where was number four? She studied the terrain, and thanks to her powerful night vision, she saw him. He sat on one of their logs, and stared the beast down. His mouth was wide open, and he began to crawl away futilely. The creature smiled to herself, as she imagined how much fun this was going to be. Clayton finally got to his feet, and he ran for the nearest shelter he could find, his tent. He ran as hard as he could, and he threw himself into it. He hurriedly tried to zip it up, and searched in vain to find something to defend himself with. He could hear, and most certainly smell the creature getting closer to him, and he only hoped the tent was a smart enough ploy to shake the creature. Imagine his surprise when the tent door was unzipped, and the creature put its head in. Clayton was in complete shock, did she just unzip the tent??? Clayton stared the beast down with complete terror on his face. The monster on the other hand had a stroke of genius come over her. She left, temporarily, and Clayton took his chance. He ran to close the tent, but something stopped him dead in his tracks. Two massive black spheres were suddenly shoved inside the space, and this confused him. What was that? The pieces of the puzzle began to form in his head. He thought about the color of the fur of the creature, black and white….like a skunk. He also thought back to memories of his past camping trips with his family flashed through his head. How his older brother Shawn would shove him in a tent, put his ass to the door, rip a massive fart, and would seal it, locking him away in a Dutch oven. Oh no…. He had no time to react, as he stared at what he determined to be the creatures butt, something biblical was unleashed. He was suddenly placed in the forceful winds of a hurricane, as the ass cannon fired. It felt like the worlds most powerful hair dryer was suddenly turned on, as his long brown hair was blown back with such a force he had never felt before. The blast rumbled on for what felt like a lifetime, but was really more like six seconds. Once it ended, Clayton fell to his knees. This is when the scent kicked in, and it kicked like a fucking horse. It smelt like decaying meat, most likely the remnants of the foul monsters past dinners. With one, long, powerful fart, the entire tent was filled with a noxious, almost visible green smog. Clayton crawled in desperation to find any corner with clean air, but clean air was long gone. He only hoped the stench would render him unconscious, providing a temporary relief from the invasive miasma. The beast wasn’t satisfied. She grunted softly, and another forceful crescendo roared from her favorite weapon. It came out as a series of long, thick, blasts, and she shook her ass, trying to get out every morsel of methane. Clayton heard the newest fart, but he wasn’t going to have to smell it for much longer. The corners of his eyes began to turn black, and his vision grew blurrier and blurrier as he breathed in the foul miasma. Finally, with one last desperate crawl, he face planted into the grass, out cold from first of the Wereskunk’s monthly gas sessions. The Wereskunk pulled her ass out from the tent, not fully satisfied with the torment she inflicted, but she could’ve farted in that tent all night and still not feel satisfaction. As she pulled her ass out, she quickly reached for the zipper. She rose it into the air, sealing her Dutch oven, leaving the cutie in there to marinate and bake in her first batch of farts. She sniffed the air, and she mostly smelled her own foul releases, but she also smelled something faint, but present. The stench of a human who wasn’t covered in her farts…. She continued to sniff the air, and she followed it into the woods, tracking down her next victim. ~~~~~~~~~~ The trio ran as hard as they could into the woods, with each of them looking over their shoulders to make sure they weren’t being followed, and they weren’t…for now. “FUCK! FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT?” Rodney yelled in between breaths as they continued to run. “I don’t know! Damnit, why didn’t I bring my rifle??” Shawn yelled. They ran for another minute or so, before they stopped to catch their breaths. “Alright…fuck….what do we do?” Rodney asked. Jax and Shawn put their hands on their knees and bent over, tying to catch their breaths, and Jax tried to offer an answer. “We should try and hide, maybe up in the trees, and wait for morning. Then, we head back to camp, and fucking leave.” Rodney nodded, and Shawn also seemed to like the answer, but he was the first to realize something. “Fuck, where’s my dumbass brother?” The two looked around, trying in vein to locate their lost friend, but he wasn’t there. “I didn’t see him run with us, but he probably went another direction.” Rodney said Shawn had a new look of fear on his face, he couldn’t lose his brother, and he had to do something. His fear was accelerated when he heard a slight sound in the distance, and he tried to listen to it more intently. It was a slight rumble, almost like a gunshot, but little did the group know, it was the first of the Wereskunk’s many farts of the night. “Fuck this, I’m going back for him.” “Shawn, that’s not a good idea, we should wait till morning. I’m sure Clayton’s fine.” Jax said. This upset Shawn, who stepped up close towards Jax. “That is my fucking brother. I am not leaving him behind.” “Well go then! We’re hiding somewhere!” Rodney said, and Shawn turned to stare at him, then be turned towards Jax, who had the same reaction. “Fuck you both.” With that, Shawn turned back to the campsite. As he left, he heard the duo discuss climbing into the trees. ~~~~~~~~~~ Shawn was lost. He thought he was headed back in the campsites direction. That same rumble he heard earlier seemed to get louder, but he only heard it one more time before the forest turned quiet. Never a good sign……. Shawn still continued along, searching frantically through the tree line for his lost brother. Suddenly, a noise rang through the forest, and Shawn turned towards it. A twig snapped, and Shawn called out towards it. “Clayton? Is that you?” But, it wasn’t Clayton, and Shawn should’ve stayed silent, as he soon smelt that foul stench from before, and he saw a large, looming silhouette. Our step the Wereskunk, still smiling that same sadistic, evil smile Shawn saw earlier. She rubbed her stomach, as the stepped closer to Shawn, eyes set on her newest target. “Oh fuck….” Shawn acted faster than his ill fated brother. He turned in the opposite direction, and ran as hard as he could. This continued for a minute or so, before Shawn went flying. He hit the ground hard, and the wind was knocked from his lungs. But, pumped full of adrenaline, he tried to steady himself to get back up and keep running, but his hand felt something. He placed both hands on the object, and felt it up and down. It was a fallen tree, one he could feel was pretty hollow. As much as he didn’t want to, he climbed into the hollowed out tree, in an attempt to hide from the beast. He sat in the hollowed tree for a few minutes, both trying to regain his breath, and trying to get comfortable. But…a sudden noise made him go silent. A twig snapped. The monster was right outside the tree. Shawn tried to hold his breath, as to not give himself away. The footsteps of the monster grew closer, and the stench grew thicker. Shawn’s eyes began to water. The combination of multiple long sprints, taking a hard tumble on a tree, and now forcing himself to give up oxygen was killing him. He needed to breathe something, and he should’ve took his chance to breathe all the oxygen he could, because the Wereskunk knew exactly where he was. However, she was a predator, who loved to play with her prey before she struck, so she kept the facade up. As she walked up to the tree, she unclenched her ass, allowing a small stream of gas to leak out. *prrrrrrrrrt* It was quiet, but it was dense, and packed full of potent methane. It swirled around her as she walked, adding to the rancid stench that always surrounded her. Shawn heard the fart, but he stifled his reaction. For all he knew, he was about to be ripped to shreds by a demon, and his brother faced the same fate. Little did he know, he was going to be fine physically, but being murdered may have been more enjoyable than what he was about to experience. The Wereskunk couldn’t handle it anymore. Letting that little gust slip kicked her desires into overdrive, so she walked to the fallen tree stump. She peered down into the open hole, and she saw the face of her newest victim. “NO! WAIT, PLEASE DON’T!” The creature yelled at the Wereskunk, but she ignored him. She squatted over the tree trunk, and she sat down on the hole of the tree, removing any light Shawn once had. She couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t even have to grunt. *broooooooooRRRRRPT* It started as one, low, dense rumble that crescendoed into a high pitched wine. The fart had nowhere to go but the hollowed out tree, and consequently, right into Shawn’s face. His entire face was heated up as the fart clouded around him, and he gagged on the terrible smell as the contents of his stomach threatened to make an appearance. The Wereskunk was in a state of pure bliss, as she panted hard. She momentarily paused her pants, as she grunted hard again. One short but powerful burst of methane added to Shawn’s air supply. He tried to cover his nose and mouth with his hand, but he was quickly losing strength in his body as his brain diverted all of his energy to his lungs, which were only taking in more of the foul smog, causing him to lose energy. Shawn was losing this fight, by a mile. His eyes fluttered shut, but The Wereskunk had no idea this had happened. She sat on that tree trunk for about 10 minutes, and once again, she could’ve sat there all night, but there were still two people in her grounds that needed dealt with. The Wereskunk stood up, and peered down at the face she just ruined. Shawn was out cold, sharing the same fate with his brother. The Wereskunk was only upset she couldn’t seal him away with her gas, like the previous one, but she quickly pushed the thought from her head as she headed into the woods, seeking the last two of the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shawn left Rodney and Jax behind as he marched into the woods, destined to find his brother. Jax didn’t have time to dwell on this, he wanted to save the last friend currently with him. “Alright Rodney, cmon, climb that tree, we can hide up there.” It took Rodney a second to register the command, but he soon did, and quickly climbed the tree, and Jax did the same. It took them a few minutes, but they reached the top of the their respective trees, and they sat in silence for another few. Soon, Rodney broke it, and began to ask Jax about that monster. “Hey…any idea what that thing is?” Jax was jolted awake as he heard his friends voice, and he tried to answer him. “No fucking clue man.” Rodney stayed silent before he spoke again. “Look at the moon.” Jax obliged, and he turned up towards it, and he noticed it was full. “It’s full, so what?” “Did you see the fur on it? Black and white? Like a skunk…” “Yeah…so?” Jax thought about it, the creature smelled like a skunk too. Rodney said the next part in almost a whisper. “I think it’s a Wereskunk.” Jax snorted at this. “A Wereskunk? There’s no such thing.” “They’re a cryptid…like Bigfoot, or the Jersey Devil…..I never believed in them….until now.” Before Jax could respond, the both of them heard a noise that furthered Rodney’s theory. It sounded like a clap of Thunder…..a powerful one….and then another….and another…and another…and then nothing. “Shawn….” Rodney said in a hushed tone. “She probably found him.” Jax didn’t know how to reply to this, he only stayed silent as he waited for morning. Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Who knows how many minutes passed, before the two friends perked up, as the nightmarish smell they witnessed before was upon them again. They also heard the leaves rustle, and some twigs snapped, so they looked towards the forest floor. She looked up, right at them. Her bright green eyes stared at the the couple in their two respective trees, and she scanned the floor as she thought about her next move. “Don’t worry Rodney, stay calm, she can’t climb up here.” Almost as if she wanted to torment Jax, she jumped onto Rodneys tree, and began to climb up it. “SHIT! SHIT! WHAT’D DO I DO? SHES COMING! JAX, HELP ME!” Jax felt himself begin to sweat as he saw the monster quickly climb the tree of his best friend. She was making good ground, before Jax shouted confusing orders “TRY AND KICK HER DOWN! PUNCH HER! GET DOWN AND RUN!” But, Rodney would hear none of this in his panic. As she got closer, Rodney tried to go further up the tree, but it was to no avail. But something was strange, she wasn’t reaching her hand to grab him or anything, so he was incredibly confused. But, he was jolted out of his confusion as his foot was suddenly yanked by some powerful force. He was in the air, and he swung and kicked, trying to be released, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He was moved in the air, and he was turned to see what was going on. The Wereskunk had grabbed his ankle with her tail, and was dragging him towards her ass. Rodney panicked as he pieced the same puzzle together that Clayton and Shawn also did. But, his panic screams were muffled as he was shoved into the ass of the Wereskunk. Now with two free hands, and two free feet, and a victim in her ass, he climbed down the tree. The whole way down, she stared at the other one in the tree, and once she knew for sure he had his gaze, she grunted *BRBRBRBRBRBRBRB* A muffled blast choked Rodney, who simply screamed in vein into his captors ass, who paid it no mind. She simply continued down the tree, and she ripped another room clearer, that had no place to go but Rodney’s respiratory system. Jax was horrified, as he was sure he was gonna be next, whenever she decided to be done with his best friend. The Wereskunk was still a few feet in the air, when she removed her victim from her ass. Rodney took his chance to take in fresh air, but the wereskunk didn’t give him much of a chance to breathe, as she dropped him to the forest floor. Rodney only had a moment to take in fresh air, but it was immediately forced from his body as he hit the forest floor hard. He stared up at the night sky, trying desperately to take in any amount of oxygen he could get, but the Wereskunk wasn’t going to let him recover. She quickly hurried down the tree, and sat down onto his face. She settled in, and she rubbed her ass from left to right, before absolutely ripping a massive fart into his face. She continue to effortlessly rip farts on him, never once breaking sight with the one still in the tree. Rodney had full control of his body, and he used every last bit of energy he had in an attempt to fight off the captor, but with every passing fart, his fight was choked out. It didn’t help he had three hundred pounds of muscle sitting on his face, blocking his sight with two massive spheres. Rodney was in hell, like his two friends before him. He tried, and tried, and tried to push the monster off, but The Wereskunk enjoyed a fighter. Feeling one struggle in vein under her massive, powerful, rotten ass, only for their struggles to die down as they’re filled with her foulest emissions possible felt amazing to her. It also distracted her. She looked up to the tree, hoping the other friend was getting a front row view to her monthly ritual, but he was gone. She stopped farting for a moment, as she sniffed the air. She could smell him, the scent of an unmarked human. He was far, and was gaining ground quickly. She growled to herself in anger, and went to stand up, but before she did, she thought about the victim she currently had. His arms were slump down at his sides. Out cold. But, this hasn’t stopped her in the past, and it wasn’t going to stop her now. She took in a sharp inhale, before she grunted hard. One last gift to him before she left. ~~~~~~~~~~ Jax ran hard. Harder than he had ever ran before. He was almost at the campsite, and he saw his truck ahead. He smiled as he headed for it, but his ear perked up as he heard another set of footsteps behind him, multiple footsteps. He looked behind him, and had a millisecond to process the image currently chasing him. She had caught up, running on all fours at him. She was midair, and she tackled Jax to the ground. She was on top of him, but Jax wasn’t giving up. He balled up a fist, and launched it at the creatures jaw. It connected, and she put a paw to her face. She didn’t like that at all, as she quickly took her paw and wrapped it around his throat. She tightened it, and Jax began to panic. She lifted him high into the air, and the two locked eyes. However, she scrunched her left eye shut. *BLRRRRRRRRT* A loud, powerful gust exited from her, and she dropped Jax to the ground. He hit it hard, and hurriedly tried to take in fresh air, but all of the breathable air had been instantly corrupted. A man still has to breathe, so he took in anguished breaths of the tainted air, causing him to gag. The Wereskunk watched him struggle in amusement, and as he crawled around on the floor, she got an idea. She walked in front of his path, and as he crawled, he bumped into her. He tried to look up at her, but he didn’t have control of his head. He yelled in fear as he was suddenly plunged nose first into her asshole, but he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Little did Jax know, the Wereskunk had wrapped her powerful tail around his head, and pulled him into her most unforgettable area, with wide open receptacle. Jax had been smelling the lingering remnants of the monsters farts the whole night, and just a single fume of them made him gag, and he had been dreading this moment the entire night. He thought he never would have been here, but a lingering thought at the back of his head told him to be prepared. But there was no preparing for what was coming Strong torrents of wind blew into his mouth, inflating his cheeks with the last of her farts for the night. The Wereskunk wasn’t enjoying this purely out of pleasure, she was doing it out of spite as well. This human thought he could get away from her, and he almost did! But, once the Wereskunk set her nose on someone, they weren’t getting away. She farted again, and Jax felt it travel down his windpipe, and enter his stomach, bloating him full of her farts. Jax didn’t last long at all, he slumped to the floor as she removed her tail hold. She stared down at him, and smiled in pleasure. But, a feeling she had felt at the end of every month soon came over her. She put her hand on her stomach, before she stared up at the moon. She squatted, pushing her ass out as hard as she could, before she took in a deep inhale of air. She howled at the moon, and on the other end, her longest fart of the night trumpeted out, lasting a respectful 10 seconds, forever staining that forest with the stench of a Wereskunk. ~~~~~~~~~~ The early morning sun a shined onto Olivia’s eyes, walking her up from her dreams of soaking people in her infinite methane factory. She was still naked, and she shivered. She quickly dressed herself, putting her shirt on. Before she put her panties and leggings on, she rubbed her massive ass, and smiled. “Another successful night.” She finished getting dressed, and she got in her car to continue her day. As she drove, her phone began to ring, and she looked down at it. It was her boyfriend, so she eagerly answered it. “Hey babe!” “Hey….how was it?” Her boyfriend knew about her monthly transformation, he had been a willing participant in it a few times, and an unwilling one once. Olivia smirked to herself. “It was great! A group of what, three? Four? I don’t know, but they got it good.” The other end of the phone laughed, and continued to speak. “Well, I’m sorry I missed it. Well catch up next time.” “Oh yes we will.”
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Katrina's Swamp Farts
Katrina crocodile was on the couch holding her stomach as she was feeling gassy. "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATPTP" Mmmmgh... man that was a good one... She was smiling as she was watching some wrestling on the tv as a person who was lost in the swamp saw her house. Katrina: "FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRT-PHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURTTR" I really shouldn't have eaten so much junk food, but it was SO good." She said while fanning the air Mac knocks on her door, hoping to get an answer. Katrina: Hmm? Who's that?" She thought as she went up to the door and opened it. Mac: Um, hi, my name's Mac and I'm lost." He said as he smells the air and coughs a little. Katrina: Ouch, really, it's pretty late too. Mac: Can you help me? Katrina: I mean, you wanna stay here for a bit? "PHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT" PHew, my bad. I've been pretty gassy for an hour or so. Mac: Ok then." He said as he coughs again. Katrina: Again my bad about the smell. Binged on some sweets so it's
Part 5 of the story. ^_^
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