Tulip's Fart Snuff
Hello gas lovers~! This story was my first foray into the farting-scene; in it, Lyles the wolf serves as Tulip the Lopunny's fart absorber for the evening! Unfortunately, due to something quite horrible the bunny girl ate, her gas seems to be particularly bad tonight - much too bad for Lyles to handle~
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Word Count: 1746
"Urgh..." Tulip the Lopunny held her stomach as it growled and rumbled; her food really just was not sitting well with her that night. It was a large prey, so this was to be expected to an extent, but the feeling was horrible; she could feel the gas building up in her stomach, and she knew it wasn't going to smell good coming out. Ghost-type Pokemon were always so weird to dispose of; just a bunch of toxic gas waiting to be released. "Lyles!" She called out; currently, she was staying with a fan for a nearby convention, a sub she had actually toyed around with a while back. She smiled as a few minor bits of gas escaped her naked butt; she knew he would love this.
Lyles the grey wolf walked up the stairs, peaking into the Lopunny's room. "Yes, mistress?" He'd taken up calling her by this title while she was staying with him; he realized very early on in her stay that she'd be treating him as her fuck toy the entire time, and he loved it, of course.
"Come here. I'm feeling gassy~" She beckoned for him, motioning to the bed. "Get under the blankets; I want you in upside down sort of, with your head nearest to the foot of the bed."
He blushed as she said she was feeling gassy; farting wasn't usually her thing, but apparently, today, she was feeling very bloated. He nodded in excitement, immediately getting under the blankets; it was winter, so there were tons of blankets on the bed, a weighted one and a few other big, fuzzy ones thrown on top of it; the temperature and the pressure of those blankets on Lyles' face surprised him. It didn't smell too great either; Tulip had been staying in this bed for a while, and it was obvious, as her musk was all over the bed sheets, the blankets trapping the air underneath them and making it much worse.
"I'm coming in~ Be careful, pup - this is a real bad one." She threw a blanket over top of Lyles and laid down on top of him, positioning her ass right on his face. He blushed, extremely pleasured by the wonderful sensation; her cheeks were soft, plushy, and very, very fuzzy. She wriggled a bit, shoving his snout inbetween the cheeks, deep enough that Lyles could feel it touching her asshole, and already, even before a scent had come out, it was so, so horrible! He gagged in discomfort, feeling like he could really vomit right now. It smelled like pure shit, as though she was shoving his nose into a toilet bowl full of her waste (which she had done a few times already), but possibly even a little bit worse. It mixed with the smell of sweat and body odor; in fact, he could feel sweat dripping down from the ass cheeks and onto his face. She was hot under those blankets too, but it wasn't stopping her.
"I'm going to turn off the light and read something on my phone, ok? Good luck under there~" The lamp clicked and the room went dark, leaving Lyles practically blind; with his sense of sight revoked, his sense of smell was now going to have a little more focus. He tried to say something, but he couldn't, muffled by the cheeks covering his mouth. He had the realization that, if he needed to ask for help, or needed to use a safe word, he wouldn't be able to do so; he just hoped it wouldn't get to that point. After all, how bad could a bit of farting really be?
Tulip's stomach growled and gurgled; it was coming. She placed two plugs in her nostrils and began reading a comic, headphones on as well, noise canceling, oblivious to what would soon happen under the sheets. She felt gas rushing through her, pushing at her hole; time to finally let it out.
BRRRRMMMP! The first one was loud, so loud that it made Lyles' ears hurt, but his nose had it much worse. The smell was rancid, a mix of rotten eggs, dead fish, and pure shit, like the inside of a porta potty. He squinted his eyes shut, his body squirming a bit; it was so, so horrible! His erection hardened; so this is what Tulip's farts were like. He'd never been subjected to such an agonizing smell, and it felt weirdly wet too, thick, like he could feel it in the air. The smell didn't fade; the blankets kept it trapped there, forcing him to continue sniffing it much against his will.
Another one. PFFFRRRT! Lyles breathed it all in happily, taking in the abusive scent as much as he could, closing his eyes and smiling... only to end up coughing it back out, his body physically rejecting the horrible, horrible scent. He could taste it in his throat, it was bitter, so bitter, like eating shit but somehow worse, like pure acid on his nostrils! He actually felt pain on his skin where that toxic gas touched him, and much more pain in his nose, where he had so happily inhaled it. And again, the smell didn't fade. It was starting to feel like a sauna under there, hot and extremely smelly, making sweat roll down his face.
He listened to Tulip's stomach, making loud gurgling and sloshing noises, and felt the asshole seemingly readying itself to open up again; he had a bad feeling about this one. FRRRRRSHHHHHPRRRMMMP! Her ass physically shook like it was a cartoon as this loud, ear-shattering fart echoed out like a broken tuba. He coughed violently as he inhaled the scent, unable to resist; it was so, so horrible, but at the same time, amazing. He was starting to get addicted to the smell for some reason, like it had some supernatural attraction to it; it was so bad this time that he felt as though his throat was burning, as well as his entire face. BRRRRRAP! Another one. He began to feel light-headed; he was getting very hot under there, sweating buckets, making a puddle below his face. Just that area under the blankets was smelling like the inside of a porta potty's tank, as though he was actually buried in a vat of shit, and it refused to fade. He felt like he could see the dark-brown gas physically in the air around him, though he could've been hallucinating.
PRRRT! Short, but condensed, the fart dug right into his nostrils. Lyles felt his light-headedness intensify, suddenly on the brink of passing out from the smell, his body beginning to physically shut down as Tulip overwhelmed him with gas. BRRRRP! BRAP! FRRRRT! He opened his eyes, tried to keep them open, but it was futile; he could feel his own heart rate slowing. He wasn't just passing out - no, he could feel his life fading in his hands. These farts were killing him, slowly and steadily, and he didn't have a way out, his muscles weak, his body failing him.
BRRRRRAP! PRRRFFFFT! BRRRRRRMP! So... so bad, it smelled so bad... but so good... he closed his eyes and passed out, completely unconscious, but the farts did not stop; in fact, they only got worse. They became bigger and longer, pumping into his respiratory system until his lungs were full of gas, not air. He began to suffocate in his unconscious state, Tulip none the wiser to his condition; not that she really cared too much. She fell asleep eventually, still letting out plenty of gas all night; and, once she woke up, she looked below her, only to see the clear signs of suffocation.
"Hmm... well, I wasn't quite expecting that, but I guess I should have," she said, smiling as she pulled Lyles out of the bed. "At least your last moments were fitting to your pathetic existence~" She chuckled. A pinkish energy formed in her hands and spread throughout his body; he began to slowly shrink down to the size of a micro, for easy disposal. "It's not good to just leave a dead pervert laying around." She brought him to the bathroom and threw him into the toilet, placing a paw on the handle. "Just like a bug, flushing them away is easy and fun~" FLRSHHHHH! She flushed the little body, watching in smug satisfaction, as another little fart escaped her ass, seemingly the last of it. "Well, that takes care of that~"
She removed her nose plugs and walked back into her room, only to be overwhelmed by the horrid scent, her body making her physically recoil back into the bathroom as she stuffed the plugs back in. "Holy shit... well, I can see why he died from that. God, I didn't know I had it in me~" She walked through, the plugs thankfully making it easier. "Hmm..." She closed the bathroom and bedroom door as she left. "I think I'll keep it that way; if I find a fun sub at the convention, maybe I'll trap them inside and keep filling it with gas and see how they do~"
And just like that, she continued on with her day as though nothing had happened, casually suffocating a kind sub with her farts and flushing the body without a care in the world. Bye-bye, Lyles~
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Hello gas lovers~! This story was my first foray into the farting-scene; in it, Lyles the wolf serves as Tulip the Lopunny's fart absorber for the evening! Unfortunately, due to something quite horrible the bunny girl ate, her gas seems to be particularly bad tonight - much too bad for Lyles to handle~
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You can even get an EXTENDED VERSION of this story there right now!
Check it out here:https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true Your support is really highly appreciated!
This story contains: FxM, farting, disposal, snuff~
If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: softvoice21134@gmail.com
Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003
Or just send me a note!
Word Count: 1746
"Urgh..." Tulip the Lopunny held her stomach as it growled and rumbled; her food really just was not sitting well with her that night. It was a large prey, so this was to be expected to an extent, but the feeling was horrible; she could feel the gas building up in her stomach, and she knew it wasn't going to smell good coming out. Ghost-type Pokemon were always so weird to dispose of; just a bunch of toxic gas waiting to be released. "Lyles!" She called out; currently, she was staying with a fan for a nearby convention, a sub she had actually toyed around with a while back. She smiled as a few minor bits of gas escaped her naked butt; she knew he would love this.
Lyles the grey wolf walked up the stairs, peaking into the Lopunny's room. "Yes, mistress?" He'd taken up calling her by this title while she was staying with him; he realized very early on in her stay that she'd be treating him as her fuck toy the entire time, and he loved it, of course.
"Come here. I'm feeling gassy~" She beckoned for him, motioning to the bed. "Get under the blankets; I want you in upside down sort of, with your head nearest to the foot of the bed."
He blushed as she said she was feeling gassy; farting wasn't usually her thing, but apparently, today, she was feeling very bloated. He nodded in excitement, immediately getting under the blankets; it was winter, so there were tons of blankets on the bed, a weighted one and a few other big, fuzzy ones thrown on top of it; the temperature and the pressure of those blankets on Lyles' face surprised him. It didn't smell too great either; Tulip had been staying in this bed for a while, and it was obvious, as her musk was all over the bed sheets, the blankets trapping the air underneath them and making it much worse.
"I'm coming in~ Be careful, pup - this is a real bad one." She threw a blanket over top of Lyles and laid down on top of him, positioning her ass right on his face. He blushed, extremely pleasured by the wonderful sensation; her cheeks were soft, plushy, and very, very fuzzy. She wriggled a bit, shoving his snout inbetween the cheeks, deep enough that Lyles could feel it touching her asshole, and already, even before a scent had come out, it was so, so horrible! He gagged in discomfort, feeling like he could really vomit right now. It smelled like pure shit, as though she was shoving his nose into a toilet bowl full of her waste (which she had done a few times already), but possibly even a little bit worse. It mixed with the smell of sweat and body odor; in fact, he could feel sweat dripping down from the ass cheeks and onto his face. She was hot under those blankets too, but it wasn't stopping her.
"I'm going to turn off the light and read something on my phone, ok? Good luck under there~" The lamp clicked and the room went dark, leaving Lyles practically blind; with his sense of sight revoked, his sense of smell was now going to have a little more focus. He tried to say something, but he couldn't, muffled by the cheeks covering his mouth. He had the realization that, if he needed to ask for help, or needed to use a safe word, he wouldn't be able to do so; he just hoped it wouldn't get to that point. After all, how bad could a bit of farting really be?
Tulip's stomach growled and gurgled; it was coming. She placed two plugs in her nostrils and began reading a comic, headphones on as well, noise canceling, oblivious to what would soon happen under the sheets. She felt gas rushing through her, pushing at her hole; time to finally let it out.
BRRRRMMMP! The first one was loud, so loud that it made Lyles' ears hurt, but his nose had it much worse. The smell was rancid, a mix of rotten eggs, dead fish, and pure shit, like the inside of a porta potty. He squinted his eyes shut, his body squirming a bit; it was so, so horrible! His erection hardened; so this is what Tulip's farts were like. He'd never been subjected to such an agonizing smell, and it felt weirdly wet too, thick, like he could feel it in the air. The smell didn't fade; the blankets kept it trapped there, forcing him to continue sniffing it much against his will.
Another one. PFFFRRRT! Lyles breathed it all in happily, taking in the abusive scent as much as he could, closing his eyes and smiling... only to end up coughing it back out, his body physically rejecting the horrible, horrible scent. He could taste it in his throat, it was bitter, so bitter, like eating shit but somehow worse, like pure acid on his nostrils! He actually felt pain on his skin where that toxic gas touched him, and much more pain in his nose, where he had so happily inhaled it. And again, the smell didn't fade. It was starting to feel like a sauna under there, hot and extremely smelly, making sweat roll down his face.
He listened to Tulip's stomach, making loud gurgling and sloshing noises, and felt the asshole seemingly readying itself to open up again; he had a bad feeling about this one. FRRRRRSHHHHHPRRRMMMP! Her ass physically shook like it was a cartoon as this loud, ear-shattering fart echoed out like a broken tuba. He coughed violently as he inhaled the scent, unable to resist; it was so, so horrible, but at the same time, amazing. He was starting to get addicted to the smell for some reason, like it had some supernatural attraction to it; it was so bad this time that he felt as though his throat was burning, as well as his entire face. BRRRRRAP! Another one. He began to feel light-headed; he was getting very hot under there, sweating buckets, making a puddle below his face. Just that area under the blankets was smelling like the inside of a porta potty's tank, as though he was actually buried in a vat of shit, and it refused to fade. He felt like he could see the dark-brown gas physically in the air around him, though he could've been hallucinating.
PRRRT! Short, but condensed, the fart dug right into his nostrils. Lyles felt his light-headedness intensify, suddenly on the brink of passing out from the smell, his body beginning to physically shut down as Tulip overwhelmed him with gas. BRRRRP! BRAP! FRRRRT! He opened his eyes, tried to keep them open, but it was futile; he could feel his own heart rate slowing. He wasn't just passing out - no, he could feel his life fading in his hands. These farts were killing him, slowly and steadily, and he didn't have a way out, his muscles weak, his body failing him.
BRRRRRAP! PRRRFFFFT! BRRRRRRMP! So... so bad, it smelled so bad... but so good... he closed his eyes and passed out, completely unconscious, but the farts did not stop; in fact, they only got worse. They became bigger and longer, pumping into his respiratory system until his lungs were full of gas, not air. He began to suffocate in his unconscious state, Tulip none the wiser to his condition; not that she really cared too much. She fell asleep eventually, still letting out plenty of gas all night; and, once she woke up, she looked below her, only to see the clear signs of suffocation.
"Hmm... well, I wasn't quite expecting that, but I guess I should have," she said, smiling as she pulled Lyles out of the bed. "At least your last moments were fitting to your pathetic existence~" She chuckled. A pinkish energy formed in her hands and spread throughout his body; he began to slowly shrink down to the size of a micro, for easy disposal. "It's not good to just leave a dead pervert laying around." She brought him to the bathroom and threw him into the toilet, placing a paw on the handle. "Just like a bug, flushing them away is easy and fun~" FLRSHHHHH! She flushed the little body, watching in smug satisfaction, as another little fart escaped her ass, seemingly the last of it. "Well, that takes care of that~"
She removed her nose plugs and walked back into her room, only to be overwhelmed by the horrid scent, her body making her physically recoil back into the bathroom as she stuffed the plugs back in. "Holy shit... well, I can see why he died from that. God, I didn't know I had it in me~" She walked through, the plugs thankfully making it easier. "Hmm..." She closed the bathroom and bedroom door as she left. "I think I'll keep it that way; if I find a fun sub at the convention, maybe I'll trap them inside and keep filling it with gas and see how they do~"
And just like that, she continued on with her day as though nothing had happened, casually suffocating a kind sub with her farts and flushing the body without a care in the world. Bye-bye, Lyles~
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