# The Flatulent Vixen

Author: FoxSkunkDeer99
Tags: Fart, Messy, Scat, Vixen, Watersports

Acme belongs to Warner Bros.
The vixen belongs to me!

_ **WARNING: DO NOT EAT OR DRINK BEFORE OR AFTER READING! YOU'LL BE SORRY!** _

_Once Upon A Time, in a land far away,_

_Where the comedy and characters were seldom grey,_

_In a small apartment by the Acme Supplies Store,_

_Lived a silver-coated vixen any furry would adore._

_She had a decent array of activities,_

_And a consistent appreciation for her town's festivities._

_She often made the chart of 'cutest gals around',_

_And would often get beauty ads from near and all around._

_She boasted 3 closets' worth of sensual outfits,_

_And was the poster child for countless inspired kits._

_She was delicate, a bombshell, something magnificent to behold,_

_Yet, no single guy in the village would date this heart of gold._

_"How could that be so?" You're likely thinking about now._

_"That such a lovely animal could be rejected somehow?"_

_Well, it's my tragic duty to tell you an otherwise-confidence,_

_That this particular vulpine was shockingly odorous._

_Whether she enjoyed it or not,_

_She had a set of bowels that were oh so hot,_

_That every now and then, actually, more often then that,_

_She'd make a "toot", a "sss", or a dreaded "splat"._

_Her looks didn't matter. Her smell certainly did,_

_To any guy wary enough to catch a mark of skid,_

_On her fresh new undies, and before she could explain_

_They'd speed right away from her unorthodox stain._

_She couldn't help it, sadly, this is what she always gets_

_For feasting on Italian, Mexican, and a few banana splits._

_At her own school, it was a common sign of danger,_

_When she'd dash in the bathroom, and the toilets she'd endanger._

_She'd leave such a mess in just one stall,_

_That the janitors would often kneel down and bawl._

_Her ballet class no better, for by lifting her legs,_

_She'd unleash long wet farts that smelled worse than expired eggs._

_The vixen hoped she'd get paid double-time,_

_In her french-maid service, but alas, not even a dime,_

_Would she see in her slender hand, for her clients all agree,_

_That she made their homes worse by drenching her panties in pee._

_Not even something as upbeat as the cheerleading squad,_

_Could stop anyone from proclaiming "Oh my god!"_

_At the chunky brown puddle that tainted her underwear,_

_Which would eventually land on the field, and ruin the fresh air._

_Her stinky problems were just enough,_

_To make everyone turn their cheek on her with a huff._

_No matter how much she apologized,_

_She was still among the most despised._

_Eventually, she could stand their attitude no longer,_

_With her stench only growing significantly stronger._

_For the next few months, her own home was all she dwelt,_

_With sorrow and pain as the only things she felt._

_"Why did it have to be me?" She pleaded._

_"A simple 'pardon' was all they should've needed!"_

_Then, out of nowhere, her questions were interrupted._

_"All this drama is just from the things you've disrupted."_

_She looked left and right, yet nothing in sight,_

_When the same voice proclaimed with all of his might:_

_"These habits of your's, not everyone agrees,_

_Is not so polite when you're cutting the cheese,_

_In a restaurant, a prom, the movies or the park._

_No one wants you flashing your anal mark._

_You must empty your bladder or your excessive bowels_

_In privacy, then clean your butt with white paper towels._

_It's painful, I know, but it's the only way,_

_To resist the sudden urge in public to spray."_

_The vixen sat there, completely confused._

_"With all this, however, you may be excused,_

_To do as you please in your own little place._

_To pass your free gas at your very own pace._

_To dump as much waste as you possibly could,_

_Just like your ancestors did in the wood._

_To bathe in a shower entirely in gold,_

_With no-one around to judge or to scold._

_You're sexy and you know it, so do as you want._

_Just do it in your home so no-one can taunt._

_And in the emergency of an unexpected trip,_

_Just clean up your mess, and maybe throw a quip._

_That's all I can say, so I wish the best of luck._

_Now, don't let anyone see you releasing no guck."_

_With no more lectures from the voice in the sky,_

_The vulpine caught her foot with a single eye._

_It felt awfully hot in her Mary-Jane shoe,_

_Then with a smirk, she knew what she was gonna do._

_With no second thought, the vixen undid_

_The strap of her black shoe, which she then rid._

_Then she did the same with her other footwear,_

_Before taking a whiff of it's unconventional air._

_It was foul, yet somehow dangerously enticing,_

_So her plain white stockings she ended up sacrificing,_

_For the sake of surrounding herself in their musk_

_Of sweat, or hormones that plagued them from dawn to dusk._

_It wasn't enough, though. So what did she do?_

_Her white buttoned shirt she began to undo._

_She pressed her snout against the armpit spot_

_To sniff the puddles left by her environmental fraught._

_Then, after playing with her skirt so gayly,_

_She let it slide off her hips like it did so daily._

_With nothing on her body but her stuffy undies_

_She pranced across her living room with ease._

_Farting and tooting, she just didn't care._

_As long as no one else would so much glance or stare._

_Finally, she decided to free her plentiful breasts,_

_From the silky torso noose they passed as a chest nest._

_She shook her jugs around, then gave a bit of a wince_

_At her frilly panties she hadn't washed since._

_A dark damp spot in the front of the cotton_

_From a severe accident she had long since forgotten._

_From then on, she had only one choice:_

_Ditch those panties that kept her crotch moist._

_The vixen stood proudly in all her glory._

_This was her space. Her own private lavatory._

_With that, she closed her eyes, and spread her buttcheeks_

_And released a long stench that'd plague a stall for weeks._

_She inhaled her odor. Her randiness increased._

_She pranced through her house, from the west to the east,_

_Passing and gassing, sniffing and smelling_

_The stink that spawned from her own casual dwelling._

_She smiled and giggled at every sound her butt made._

_The depression she experienced had greatly decayed._

_The vixen posed, and farted some more,_

_In front of a mirror, thinking: "What a dirty whore"._

_She pressed her cheeks against the silver with glee_

_Tooting, inhaling, and going "Tee-hee"._

_At that moment, she observed her various clothes,_

_Then thought to herself "Anything goes"._

_The next thing she knew, she was happily dancing_

_Her cheerleader outfit grew more and more entrancing,_

_That she caved in to her feelings, and blew her skirt up_

_With a stench that certainly came from no buttercup._

_At the same time, she desperately needed to piss,_

_So she let her bladder drain out with naughty bliss,_

_Her mood all the more heightened from the clitoral hiss._

_"What a mess!" She declared at her wet underwear._

_Then she stripped off her clothes without the slightest bit of a care._

_Next, she decided to cause a stir of irony,_

_By soiling her french maid outfit with her excessive pee._

_She took one step further, and with a single toot,_

_Laid a dump in her bloomers, that would keep males from their snoot._

_She removed all the clothes, and with a single shot,_

_Flung her brown dropping from her undies to her chamber pot._

_She flushed down the dump, then to make her life less gray,_

_Donned her tight dress that was reserved for ballet._

_After prancing, stretching, and gassing the room,_

_She soiled her undies to create a unique fume._

_With the front merely moist, and the backside all sticky,_

_She yet again stripped faster than in a quickie._

_After dumping her puddle in the toilet with the lightest simplicity,_

_She filled her washing machine with clothes, to lessen their toxicity._

_Then she seated her ass on the toilet for once,_

_And made more toots than a purebred dunce._

_Eventually, she spouted out her pee and her crap,_

_Yet felt like her behavior left a significant gap_

_In her activities today. So with no further ado,_

_After flushing down her leftover urine and poo,_

_She stood proudly up, and with no sense of remorse,_

_Unloaded a dump larger than that of a horse._

_She reached into the chunk, and while initially denyng it,_

_Slowly covered her whole torso with her shit._

_She dropped some more of her unappetizing chocolate,_

_And spread her body with more of the scat._

_Feeling more and more naughty, she made her floor less and less clean,_

_As her dumps started turning a deep shade of green._

_Not that she cared. She kept dirtying herself._

_Fouler and fouler she grew than one's other self._

_When she finally decided to clean her own mess,_

_She lay on the floor that she had degressed._

_She spread her legs as far as one would need,_

_Then on her whole body, she relentlessly peed._

_Her eyes closed, but her mouth plenty wide,_

_She let her yellow stream rain upon her with pride._

_She pissed, she farted, she pooped, she laughed._

_Anywhere else, she'd look rather daft._

_But not here she ain't. No, in her own mind,_

_Her enthusiastic attitude was purely unfeigned._

It was then she decided her own body waste,

Was where her happiness would from now on be based.

While she kept the appearance of dignification

Her true self was worse than the outhouse of a gas station.

Once she had emptied her sphincter and bladder,

She no longer felt madder or sadder

At her unclean habits. She lay there all happy,

In her brand new getup that was literally crappy.

Now, you may think this should have a lesson or two.

But we really just want to see this vixen fart, pee, and poo.

Source: https://sofurry.com/view/1352146