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Midnight Indigestion

By: Faction 8-7 (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/faction87)

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*bang*

Scott's eyes suddenly shot open, the loud noise yanking him from a peaceful slumber. His heart raced as the fog of sleep cleared his mind and consciousness began to return. He cocked an ear towards his bedroom door. A wave of anxiety flushed through his body at the next sound he heard: footsteps. Someone was in his house. Scott threw aside the covers and bolted upright as he continued to listen. He was sure of it now; someone (or something) was rummaging around downstairs.

"Hello?!" he yelled, immediately regretting it.

Silence.

"Anyone there?" he called out once again, with a slight waver in his voice.

Still nothing.

Gathering courage, Scott eased himself off the bed and crept over to his closet. Grasping inside, he managed to grab the most potent weapon he could find: an umbrella. The bedroom door creaked quietly as he snuck out into the hall and made his way down the stairs. Whatever the source of the noise was, it continued uninterrupted, obviously unaware of Scott's presence. Reaching the bottom, he could see a dim light coming from... the kitchen? His fear quickly turned to curiosity. Surely a burglar wouldn't break in to his house just to make a snack, would they? Still, Scott clutched his umbrella tightly as he approached the source of the racket.

A small sigh escaped his lips upon seeing the "intruder". It was his girlfriend, Lindsay. Her back was turned to Scott, with earphones blasting as she conjured up a midnight snack, completely oblivious to her lover's proximity. Scott lowered his umbrella to the floor and leaned on it, his eyes gulping in her magnificent beauty. She was a (very) tall vixen, with fiery red hair that flowed just below her shoulders. His gaze traced her voluptuous curves down her body, making sure to pause at her wonderfully sculpted buns. Her hips swayed and bounced lightly to the beat of whatever bubbly pop tune she was listening to. Her tail and short blue skirt flowed carelessly with her movements, while she softly hummed along with the song.

Still unaware of her silent observer, Lindsay threw open the fridge door and peered inside. Scott's ears (among other things) perked up as she bent over, seeking contents from the bottom shelves. Her skirt slid up her waist, revealing an adorable set of pink bikini panties. Scott's lips formed a mischievous smirk as he took in the sight, playfully counting the little red hearts that adorned her underwear.

Scott was still in his lustful trance when he noticed Lindsay's ears flip up quite suddenly. Her rump ceased its playful bouncing and her tail flicked upward slightly:

*prrp...fffft....PRPTBBBbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtsssssss*

Scott's smirk vanished instantly. Lindsay's hand rose to her stomach, rubbing it gently. She groaned softly to herself. Her gut emitted a low rumble, contrasting the tinny drum beats blaring from her headphones.

*BBRAAP*

This latest outburst was quickly followed by a relieved sigh, and she continued her carefree hunt through the refrigerator. Stunned by this outrageous display, Scott was confined to a single reaction. He laughed. Starting with a stifled giggle, Scott could not contain his amusement for long and burst out into a roaring fit.

At this, Lindsay emitted a startled gasp, and quickly spun around. Upon seeing her lover, her eyes lit up and a big smile formed on her face.

"Scottie!"

She immediately bounded over to him, locking him in a tight embrace.

"I missed you so much! I hope I didn't wake you..."

Scott closed his eyes and reveled in her arms, flaring his nostrils to take in her wonderful scent. This warm moment did not last for him though, as he was quickly (and quite forcefully) hit with the unfriendly stink of her previous deeds. He slowly pushed her back, and waved a paw in front of his nose. "Oh.... babe.... ugh...."

"Umm, sorry..." Lindsay said bashfully, taking a step back. "I honestly thought you would be in bed..."

"I WAS. Until I was awoken by what easily could have been an ELEPHANT banging around in my kitchen." Scott said, playfully sticking out his tongue. "Though I cant imagine any elephant smelling THIS bad..."

"SHUT UP!" she replied, giving him a gentle smack on the arm. "I had a lot of icky fast food on this trip, and its really upset my tummy..."

As if on cue, her stomach let out a long, low groan. "well, you can count yourself lucky you weren't in the car with me on the drive home - PHEW!"

"Nah, its fine. I just have to share a bed with you. That'll be much better." Scott said dryly.

"Well if you don't like it..." she shot back, cocking her head and placing her hands on her hips "you can always sleep on the couch tonight."

"I think I'll take my chances, ma'am." Scott grumbled sleepily, ending with a quiet yawn.

"Alright" replied Lindsay, touching him softly on the arm, "you get your scrawny ass back to bed mister. I will be up in a bit."

With the adrenaline from before quickly wearing off, Scott suddenly realized how tired he really was, and stumbled back upstairs. Lindsay meanwhile replaced her earbuds and returned her attention to the refrigerator. After scanning its scarce and largely unappealing contents, she resigned herself to a half-full tub of peach yogurt. She plunked herself down at the table, quietly singing along to one of her favourite songs. She quickly peered over her shoulder to make sure Scott had left for sure and, leaning to one side, she let out a final quiet *parp* before digging in to her yogurt. Entranced by her music, she barely noticed the somewhat sour flavour of the yogurt, and was completely oblivious to the fact that the expiration date had long since passed.

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Scott had just barely gotten back to sleep when he was pulled awake by a noise from the en suite bathroom. He lazily rolled over to see Lindsay emerging from the bathroom, wearing her PJ's (a comfortable yet revealing pair of silky red shorts and a loose fitting tank top) and making her way over to the bed. Scott waited for her to get comfortable under the sheets, before shuffling over to her and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight hun. Glad you are home." he whispered.

At this gesture, Lindsay let out a short gasp immediately followed by a frantic sounding "Sorry!"

Scott smiled. "It's OK, you didn't mean to wake me up. I'll get back to sleep in no time."

"No... It's uh, not that...." she stammered back sheepishly.

"Oh. But then why...." Scott didn't need to finish. At that moment he was hit with a horrendous stench that wafted from under the covers. He quietly coughed as the heavy smell of rotton eggs and raw sewage hit his nose like a brick.

"Sorry! I stink so bad tonight. Ew." Lindsay said with a tone of embarrassment, bringing a paw up to her nose.

"Ugh, if you knew that, then why did you wait until you were in bed with me before releasing that monster?!" Scott whispered loudly, his eyes beginning to water.

"I didn't mean to! It just sort of, slipped out. I thought I got rid of all of them in the bathroom." She flashed him a naughty grin before shutting off the lamp. "But I guess there was one left."

Scott rolled over with a groan, moving to the far opposite end of the bed.

"You are disgusting." He mumbled.

The smell lingered heavily in the air as Scott attempted to sleep, and he contemplated getting up and opening the window. However, his weariness was getting the better of him, and he soon began to drift.

*GRRRmmmmblblblblllllssssshhhllll*

Scott opened his eyes and turned towards Lindsay. She was lying with her back to him, curled up and clutching her stomach as it emanated an almost continuous series of sickly squelches and ominous grumbling.

"Hey Linds, are you OK?"

"I think so.... just a bit of.... ooagh.... indigestion..." She whimpered softly, followed by a particularly loud rumble. "I think I'll be...."

*FFFFFRRRAAAAAAAFFFFFSSSHHHLTTTPTPTPPPP*

"OH GOD!" Lindsay shrieked in horror following this disgustingly wet outburst, throwing back the covers and leaping to her feet. She ran to the bathroom, flicked on the light, and kicked the door shut before seating herself on the toilet. However, the door did not close all the way, leaving about an inch open. Scott sat up in bed and waved the sheets in a futile attempt to disperse the fumes. He could clearly hear Lindsay grunt as a torrent of liquid shit blasted into the toilet below her, followed by an echoing wet fart.

Scott's heart nearly stopped at the next sound though: she moaned. It was a raw expression of relief, but to Scott it almost sounded like... pleasure. He had heard this moan many times during lovemaking, but never in this context. Lindsay blew another fart, followed by a sweet sounding sigh. This sent a cold shiver down Scott's body. He suddenly became... curious.

Scott carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed across the carpet towards the bathroom. Just as he reached the door, he heard another series of wet plops splash into the porcelain accompanied by soft grunts.

Upon reaching the door, Scott's face was hit with a warm, rancid draft that flowed steadily through the crack in the doorway. He stifled back a cough and began to breathe through his mouth, though this was hardly an improvement: the stench was heavy enough to taste.

Carefully making sure to keep his body behind the door, Scott peeked further into the bathroom. There sat his queen, on some cruel and disgusting parody of a throne. She was hunched forward, gaze planted at the floor, where her silky shorts lay crumpled around her ankles. Her forehead was being gently cradled by her right hand, while her left moved back and forth across her ailing stomach. Scott could still hear its telltale gurgling, an indication that this ordeal was not quite over.

Perhaps it was the weeks they had just spent apart from one another, but even in her current state, Scott found Lindsay irresistible. His passion and lust for her began to take over, built up from the many long, lonesome nights. Longing for his lover's scent, he unconsciously closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath through his nose. His lungs were instantly attacked by the poisonous air, throwing him into a short coughing fit. At this, Lindsay shot upright, involuntarily letting out a short, sharp fart.

"Ohmigosh! Scottie! I'm sorry!... Did I wake you up?"

Scott took the opportunity to compose himself and take a few steps into the bathroom.

"No, no, its ok. I just wanted to see if you are alright... You didn't seem like you were feeling well earlier."

"Umm, well..." Lindsay began in an wavering tone, eyes shifting sheepishly around the room, "Not really. I don't know if it was something I ate, but traveling seems to really upset my stomach..." At this, her rump emitted a slow, splattering wet fart, followed by a number of soft plops. Her ears folded back tightly and she sulked down in her seat, embarrassed by the rude noises her beautiful body insisted on making. She slowly grabbed a lock of her long red hair and held it up against her nose in a futile attempt to filter the fumes. "I'll understand if you want me to sleep in the guest room tonight. I stink." She said to Scott with a pouty frown.

Scott couldn't help but feel sorry for her predicament, yet still felt compelled to satisfy his need for intimacy. He wasn't sure why, but there was something strangely erotic about seeing someone as clean and beautiful as Lindsay doing something so dirty and unlady-like, right in front of him. He couldn't help but become a little aroused; a fact that was soon betrayed by his loose-fitting pyjamas in the form of a rapidly growing bulge. This was immediately noticed by Lindsay, whose gaze drifted downward to the offending bulge, paused, and traced back up to Scott's face, which was now also showing faint signs of embarrassment.

"Well it's good to know that at least PART of you is not grossed out by me right now..." she said quietly, with a slightly curious tone. Her eyes moved back down to meet Scott's crotch. "Don't worry big guy, tomorrow I will give you all the attention you deserve. Lord knows I need it too...."

Scott was beginning to breathe heavily, his lungs already accustomed to the polluted air.

"Tomorrow..." he muttered between breaths. "...not soon enough."

Before Lindsay could react, Scott stepped forward, brushed his hand briskly behind her head, and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Lindsay suddenly sat upright, eyes wide open, bewildered at Scott's unexpected behaviour. However, her instincts soon took over. Upon feeling Scott's gentle yet commanding touch, her body relaxed, her eyes closed, and she melted into her lover's embrace. Without unlocking lips, Scott gradually inched in closer to Lindsay, until he was seated across her lap. He breathed in deep. The stench was stronger than ever, yet so was Lindsay's own subtle aromas. For a reason he didn't bother trying to understand, the combination was driving him wild. Scott's passion and dedication was catalyzing Lindsay's own pent up desires, and soon the young couple forgot where they were. A reminder of the situation came in short time, as Lindsay's ailing stomach gave a sickening...

*GROWL*

She pulled away from the deep kiss with a quiet *smack*, and pushed Scott off her lap with one hand, the other grasping her bared stomach. She winced briefly as a cramp flared up.

"Sorry. It's just I...." she began an apologetic routine, but stopped short when she noticed Scott still standing over her. He was motionless, breathing heavily, and looking at her with a gaze that she decided was barely restrained anticipation. She glanced down at the bulge of his crotch, now bigger than ever, a small damp spot appearing at its peak. Feeling the pressure of her next release moving further south in her gut, it wasn't long before she figured it out.

"Hmmm. So, Scottie...." she began. He noticed her tone had suddenly shifted from shamed, to... sultry? His heart pounded hard against his ribcage. He still couldn't fathom why, but nothing was making him hornier than this disgusting performance.

"It appears I have something you'd like." she continued, while softly patting her quietly churning belly. Scott unconsciously leaned forward as he watched Lindsay hunker down on the toilet, before releasing the nastiness that was trapped within her....

*fssssssssbBBRRRROUUUUUPTTTTTTTTTTFfffffffssssss*

It debuted as a quiet hiss, suddenly erupting into a deep, wet blast. Towards the end of the fart, her eyelids slowly shut as she bowed her head and emitted another low, seductive moan. Her eyes flitted open, her lips pulled back into a killer smile. A hand casually reached up and pulled down the top of her shirt, giving Scott a first-class view of her generous cleavage. He was in heaven.

"And right now, you have something I'd like..." She reached out and gently cupped Scott's balls. He let out a quiet yelp as her grip tightened, and she pulled him in closer. The smell of her latest fart was mingling in strongly with the ambient odours.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Lindsay said impatiently. Her gaze was locked on to his crotch now, and Scott could swear her mouth was watering.

"Lose those pants, mister."

With a swift motion, Scott yanked the drawstring open on his PJ bottoms, sending them falling comically to the floor. Lindsay was greeted with what she desired: Scott's erect cock just inches from her face.

"There he is..." Lindsay purred. She resumed her grip on his boys, forcing a quiet gasp from Scott by giving them a playful squeeze, claws digging in ever so slightly. She reached out with her other hand and placed it openly on Scott's exposed rear, pulling him forward. He did not resist. Lindsay leaned forward and began gently kissing the tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked around rapidly, lapping up the generous pre that was forming.

Scott grunted and closed his eyes as Lindsay began taking him fully into her mouth, her tongue still greedily probing his neglected manhood. Without missing a beat, Lindsay blasted another wet \ **Prrout** into the toilet. She followed up with another throaty growl, though this time Scott could feel it more than he could hear it, and it drove him wild. His knees became weak and began to buckle as Lindsay demonstrated her talents from both ends. He reached out to the wall behind the toilet to steady himself, and began slowly thrusting his hips into Lindsay.

Scott was losing control. The skill of her hot, wet muzzle, the naughtiness of the stench that was clouding around them. He was jerked from his near hypnotized state by a wondrous sound: another long, low groan from Lindsay's rotten guts. His eyes were now wide open, and he looked down to Lindsay, his whole body shaking. She met his gaze, giving him the sexiest doe-eyes he had ever seen. They paused for a moment, Lindsay casually brushing a lock of hair away from her face. Her stomach muscles tensed, and she befouled the bowl with grotesque.....

*BBRRRRAAAAAPPPPTTTTTtttzzzzzzzzzsssss *

Scott was on the edge before, but he finally lost it. A tingling rush of ecstasy shot up through his spine and across his entire body. His orgasm was one of the most intense he has ever experienced. His cock throbbed relentlessly as it pumped its pent-up load into Lindsay's waiting maw. Not long after the sensations began to fade, Scott's body abruptly reminded him of how exhausted he was. He allowed himself to collapse down in front of Lindsay, butt slamming on the cold floor, cock still oozing. He leaned forward on his legs in an attempt to catch his breath. However, his face now inches from the toilet bowl, he began to gag and was forced to turn his head away. This close, the stench was stronger than he could handle. Still coughing, he could hear Lindsay giggle, obviously entertained by his actions.

"What's the matter, babe?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Ugh *cough* you stink!" he shot back, paw now covering his assaulted nose and mouth, which still managed a weak, teasing smirk.

"Aw, aren't you so sweet. I know you like it, dirty boy." Lindsay growled. The lust was still strong in her voice.

"Well, I guess that makes me a pervert now." Scott finished, with a yawn. "But I think its time for bed..."

He began to stumble up to his feet, when he was knocked back to the floor by a sharp kick from Lindsay.

"Excuse me!" Lindsay snapped, her eyes now on fire. "It is not time for bed yet."

"But..."

"Well, Mr. Pervert..." she was now grinning viciously. "A gentleman should ALWAYS finish what he started..."

"What? What do you.... mean...." Scott's words trailed off as he watched in disbelief as Lindsay's legs slowly spread open.

"I do believe its MY turn." She leaned back on her throne, and aggressively pointed at her newly exposed crotch. "Come on."

Scott reluctantly crawled back over to his lover, and for the first time caught a glimpse of the mess she had made of the porcelain. Choking down another gag, he peered up at Lindsay between her outstretched legs.

"Um.... How about a courtesy flush?"

The End