{"sf1_id":1352146,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Flatulent Vixen","author":"FoxSkunkDeer99","words":1659,"posted_at":"2018-07-18T12:11:00.000Z","tags":["Fart","Messy","Scat","Vixen","Watersports"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1352146-the-flatulent-vixen","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1352146","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1352146\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Acme belongs to Warner Bros.\nThe vixen belongs to me!","content":"_ **WARNING: DO NOT EAT OR DRINK BEFORE OR AFTER READING! YOU'LL BE SORRY!** _\n\n_Once Upon A Time, in a land far away,_\n\n_Where the comedy and characters were seldom grey,_\n\n_In a small apartment by the Acme Supplies Store,_\n\n_Lived a silver-coated vixen any furry would adore._\n\n_She had a decent array of activities,_\n\n_And a consistent appreciation for her town's festivities._\n\n_She often made the chart of 'cutest gals around',_\n\n_And would often get beauty ads from near and all around._\n\n_She boasted 3 closets' worth of sensual outfits,_\n\n_And was the poster child for countless inspired kits._\n\n_She was delicate, a bombshell, something magnificent to behold,_\n\n_Yet, no single guy in the village would date this heart of gold._\n\n_\"How could that be so?\" You're likely thinking about now._\n\n_\"That such a lovely animal could be rejected somehow?\"_\n\n_Well, it's my tragic duty to tell you an otherwise-confidence,_\n\n_That this particular vulpine was shockingly odorous._\n\n_Whether she enjoyed it or not,_\n\n_She had a set of bowels that were oh so hot,_\n\n_That every now and then, actually, more often then that,_\n\n_She'd make a \"toot\", a \"sss\", or a dreaded \"splat\"._\n\n_Her looks didn't matter.\u0026nbsp;Her smell certainly did,_\n\n_To any guy wary enough to catch a mark of skid,_\n\n_On her fresh new undies, and\u0026nbsp;before she could explain_\n\n_They'd speed right away from her unorthodox stain._\n\n_She couldn't help it, sadly, this is what she always gets_\n\n_For feasting on Italian, Mexican, and a few banana splits._\n\n_At her own school, it was a common\u0026nbsp;sign of danger,_\n\n_When she'd dash in the bathroom, and the toilets she'd endanger._\n\n_She'd leave such a mess in just one stall,_\n\n_That the janitors would often kneel down and bawl._\n\n_Her ballet class no better, for by lifting her legs,_\n\n_She'd unleash long wet farts that smelled worse than\u0026nbsp;expired eggs._\n\n_The vixen hoped she'd get paid double-time,_\n\n_In her french-maid service, but alas, not even a dime,_\n\n_Would she see in her slender hand, for her clients all agree,_\n\n_That she made their homes worse by drenching her panties in pee._\n\n_Not even something as upbeat as the cheerleading squad,_\n\n_Could stop anyone from proclaiming \"Oh my god!\"_\n\n_At the chunky brown puddle that tainted her underwear,_\n\n_Which would eventually land on the field, and ruin the fresh air._\n\n_Her stinky problems were just enough,_\n\n_To make everyone turn their cheek on her with a huff._\n\n_No matter how much she apologized,_\n\n_She was still among the most despised._\n\n_Eventually, she could stand their attitude no longer,_\n\n_With her stench only growing significantly stronger._\n\n_For the next few months, her own home was all she dwelt,_\n\n_With sorrow and pain as the only things she felt._\n\n_\"Why did it have to be me?\" She pleaded._\n\n_\"A simple 'pardon' was all they should've needed!\"_\n\n_Then, out of nowhere, her questions were interrupted._\n\n_\"All this drama is just from the things you've disrupted.\"_\n\n_She looked left and right, yet nothing in sight,_\n\n_When the same voice proclaimed with all of\u0026nbsp;his might:_\n\n_\"These habits of your's, not everyone agrees,_\n\n_Is not so polite when you're cutting the cheese,_\n\n_In a restaurant, a prom, the movies or the park._\n\n_No one wants you flashing your anal mark._\n\n_You must empty your bladder or your excessive bowels_\n\n_In privacy, then clean your butt with white paper towels._\n\n_It's painful, I know, but it's the only way,_\n\n_To resist the sudden urge in public to spray.\"_\n\n_The vixen sat there, completely confused._\n\n_\"With all this, however, you may be excused,_\n\n_To do as you please in your own little place._\n\n_To pass your free gas at your very own pace._\n\n_To dump as much waste as you possibly could,_\n\n_Just like your ancestors did in the wood._\n\n_To bathe in a shower entirely in gold,_\n\n_With no-one around to judge or to scold._\n\n_You're sexy and you know it, so do as you want._\n\n_Just do it in your home so no-one can taunt._\n\n_And in the emergency of an unexpected trip,_\n\n_Just clean up your mess, and maybe throw a quip._\n\n_That's all I can say, so I wish the best of luck._\n\n_Now, don't let anyone see you releasing no guck.\"_\n\n_With no more lectures from the voice in the sky,_\n\n_The vulpine caught her foot with a single eye._\n\n_It felt awfully hot in\u0026nbsp;her Mary-Jane shoe,_\n\n_Then with a smirk, she knew what she was gonna do._\n\n_With no second thought, the vixen undid_\n\n_The strap of her black shoe, which she then rid._\n\n_Then she did the same with her other footwear,_\n\n_Before taking a whiff of it's unconventional air._\n\n_It was foul, yet somehow dangerously enticing,_\n\n_So her plain white stockings she ended up sacrificing,_\n\n_For the sake of surrounding herself in their musk_\n\n_Of sweat, or hormones that plagued them from dawn to dusk._\n\n_It wasn't enough, though. So what did she do?_\n\n_Her white buttoned shirt she began to undo._\n\n_She pressed her snout against the armpit spot_\n\n_To sniff the puddles left by her environmental fraught._\n\n_Then, after playing with her skirt so gayly,_\n\n_She let it slide off her hips like it did so daily._\n\n_With nothing on her body but her stuffy undies_\n\n_She pranced across her living room with ease._\n\n_Farting and tooting, she just didn't care._\n\n_As long as no one else would so much\u0026nbsp;glance or stare._\n\n_Finally, she decided to free her plentiful breasts,_\n\n_From the silky torso noose they passed as a chest nest._\n\n_She shook her jugs around, then gave a bit of a wince_\n\n_At her frilly panties she hadn't washed since._\n\n_A dark damp spot in the front of the cotton_\n\n_From a severe\u0026nbsp;accident she had long since forgotten._\n\n_From then on, she had only one choice:_\n\n_Ditch those panties that kept her crotch moist._\n\n_The vixen stood proudly in all her glory._\n\n_This was her space. Her own private lavatory._\n\n_With that, she closed her eyes, and spread her buttcheeks_\n\n_And released a long stench that'd\u0026nbsp;plague a stall for weeks._\n\n_She inhaled her odor. Her randiness increased._\n\n_She pranced through her house, from the west to the east,_\n\n_Passing and gassing, sniffing and smelling_\n\n_The stink that spawned from her own casual dwelling._\n\n_She smiled and giggled at every sound her butt made._\n\n_The depression she experienced had greatly decayed._\n\n_The vixen posed, and farted some more,_\n\n_In front of a mirror, thinking: \"What a dirty whore\"._\n\n_She pressed her cheeks against the silver with glee_\n\n_Tooting, inhaling, and going \"Tee-hee\"._\n\n_At that moment, she observed her various clothes,_\n\n_Then thought to herself \"Anything goes\"._\n\n_The next thing she knew, she was happily dancing_\n\n_Her cheerleader outfit grew more and more entrancing,_\n\n_That she caved in to her feelings, and blew her skirt up_\n\n_With a stench that certainly came from no buttercup._\n\n_At the same time, she desperately needed to piss,_\n\n_So she let her bladder drain out with naughty bliss,_\n\n_Her mood all the more heightened from\u0026nbsp;the clitoral hiss._\n\n_\"What a mess!\" She declared at her wet underwear._\n\n_Then she stripped off her clothes without the slightest bit of a care._\n\n_Next, she decided to cause a stir of irony,_\n\n_By soiling her french maid outfit with her excessive pee._\n\n_She took one step further, and with a single toot,_\n\n_Laid a dump in her bloomers, that would keep males from their snoot._\n\n_She removed all the clothes, and with a single shot,_\n\n_Flung her\u0026nbsp;brown dropping from her undies to her chamber pot._\n\n_She flushed down the dump, then to make her life less gray,_\n\n_Donned her tight dress that was reserved for ballet._\n\n_After prancing, stretching, and gassing the room,_\n\n_She soiled her undies to create a unique fume._\n\n_With the front merely moist, and the backside all sticky,_\n\n_She yet again stripped faster than in a quickie._\n\n_After dumping her puddle in the toilet with the lightest simplicity,_\n\n_She filled her washing machine with clothes, to lessen their toxicity._\n\n_Then she seated her ass on the toilet for once,_\n\n_And made more toots than a purebred dunce._\n\n_Eventually, she spouted out her pee and her crap,_\n\n_Yet felt like her behavior left a significant gap_\n\n_In her activities today. So with no further ado,_\n\n_After flushing down her leftover urine and poo,_\n\n_She stood proudly up, and with no sense of remorse,_\n\n_Unloaded a dump larger than that of a horse._\n\n_She reached into the chunk, and while initially denyng it,_\n\n_Slowly covered her whole torso with her shit._\n\n_She dropped some more of her unappetizing chocolate,_\n\n_And spread her body with more of the scat._\n\n_Feeling more and more naughty, she made her floor less and less clean,_\n\n_As her dumps started turning a deep shade of green._\n\n_Not that she cared. She kept dirtying herself._\n\n_Fouler and fouler she grew than one's other self._\n\n_When she finally decided to clean her own mess,_\n\n_She lay on the floor that she had degressed._\n\n_She spread her legs as far as one would need,_\n\n_Then on her whole body, she relentlessly peed._\n\n_Her eyes closed, but her mouth plenty wide,_\n\n_She let her yellow stream\u0026nbsp;rain upon her with pride._\n\n_She pissed, she farted, she pooped, she laughed._\n\n_Anywhere else, she'd look rather daft._\n\n_But not here she ain't. No, in her own mind,_\n\n_Her enthusiastic attitude was purely unfeigned._\n\nIt was then she decided her own body waste,\n\nWas where her happiness would from now on be based.\n\nWhile she kept the appearance of dignification\n\nHer true self\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;worse than the outhouse of a gas station.\n\nOnce she had emptied her sphincter and bladder,\n\nShe no longer felt madder or sadder\n\nAt her unclean habits. She lay there all happy,\n\nIn her brand new getup that was literally crappy.\n\nNow, you may think this should have a lesson or two.\n\nBut we really just want to see this vixen fart, pee, and poo.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}