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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Comedy · #2095189
Based on a sub-story posted to this site a while back - contains fart fetish material
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Chapter #3

Flatrical Joker

    by: GassiPals Author IconMail Icon
Morgan was rolling around in the chair, letting out gasping, spluttering laughter, and wiping a tear from her eye.

Liz smiled, she suddenly felt at ease that Morgan hadn't tried to throw her out of the dorm, or kill her, or worse. She seemed to have a sense of humour just as silly as her's.

"Oh my God, that stinks! That absolutely reeks!" Morgan continued laughing loudly, holding a paw over her nose and coughing a bit.

"Yeah, they never exactly smell like roses." Liz grinned.

"Wow! I mean... Jeez, I don't think I've ever heard anyone fart like that before!" Morgan's laughter died down a little as she got up and went over to the window, pushing it open to let the air filter through a bit.

"Well, you're gonna have to get used to it. That's sorta.. My thing." Liz sat down onto the sofa and laughed. Now she knew her gas wouldn't be badly-received, she was able to be her usual, gassy self, and it felt great.

"What? Farting like a fucking stallion!?"

"Kinda, well, it's a long story... Really." Liz flapped her hand dismissively.

"C'mon. Tell me." Morgan sat down on her bed.

"It's really not that interesting!" Liz laughed again.

"You're telling me your 'thing' is to fart like... That!? There's no way I'm letting you get away with not explaining that." Morgan seemed genuinely interested, but having told the story many a time before, it was less interesting to Liz.

"Well, OK... Most skunks are born with scent glands in their butts, right?" Liz pointed between her legs to her furry posterior to exemplify.

"Uh huh.."

"I wasn't really born with any, they didn't develop properly, but I'm still a skunk..."

"So, like, instead of having a skunk spray, your body just creates mad amounts of gas?"

"Prettyyyy muchhh" Liz laid back into the sofa more.

"It's not really much of a long story, I guess, but that's one of the most important things you're gonna need to know about me. I'm practically a fart machine." Liz punctuated this point with a small, but very loud fart, which got another laugh out of Morgan.

"Wow. That sounds incredibly difficult to live with."

"Eh. I'm used to it by now, really, it's mostly just about how other people adjust to it." Liz gave Morgan a look.

"Well, you're lucky you've got me as a roommate, I guess. I have the humour of a little kid, I swear; I find farts hilarious!"

"Thank fuck! Seriously, it's like a god send that I found somebody like you! Farts are pretty hilarious, they get a bad rep in the comedy world."

Morgan nodded in agreement. "It's kinda interesting too. I mean, having a roommate with a talent like that!"

Liz waved her hand dismissively and grinned modestly. "I'm not sure I'd call it a talent, but thanks." The skunk let out another bassy blast of gas, this time for about ten seconds.

"Jesus." Morgan started up laughing again, scooting close to the window just in case the smell got to her nostrils.

"It's just sorta my style by now. Kinda rare finding a girl who openly farts at all, let alone as much as I do." Liz chuckled.

"Girl, I think you fart more than most guys I know, let alone girls!"

Liz shrugged again. "What can I say? I'm a natural gas producer."
She stood up, cocking her leg and letting out another fart, just as powerful and steady as the ones before it, and just as long.

"How many farts do you have in there? How haven't you run out yet?" Morgan was genuinely pretty surprised Liz had let out so many farts in such a short space of time, and at that, farts which were consistently loud and booming.

"Oh, that's nothing. That's barely scratching the surface."

"You're kidding me! Nobody has gas like that! No way!"

Liz didn't reply verbally, she simply shrugged and turned away from Morgan again, hitching her tail, sticking out her butt, and letting a cacophonous roar of stink rip through her tortured jeans for about twelve unwavering seconds.

"Oh my God! Gross!" Morgan fell over onto her back, back into a fit of laughter.

Liz laughed along with her, a couple of loose farts popping out, timed perfectly with her cackles.

"You're like a machine! Literally!"

Liz simply bowed, letting out one long, wet fart as she did so, letting it rip up in pitch as she stood back up from the melodramatic bow. "I try. I try."

"I'm gonna need to stick my head out the window.. It's starting to smell like a friggin' abattoir in here!" Morgan huffed the cool, fresh morning air, while her skunky roommate sat back onto the sofa again.

"And, hey, guess what.."

Morgan turned around. "What?"

"I still have more gas after that."

"After All of those? Are you for real!?" The fox just started laughing again at the mere prospect.

"You are nasty, girl."

"Well, nasty and proud."

"Oh god... I think my chest needs a rest from laughing."

Liz grinned. "It's ok, I'll hold 'em in for a bit. I already let more than enough out to feel comfortable." She patted her little belly to emphasise this point.

"I still can't believe you. You're like... Like a never ending supply of gas! If skunk farts could be used as fuel then you could put an end to the fossil fuel problems... Worldwide!"

Liz found the idea hilarious. "And another world over, probably." She was starting to get a little show-offy, but it was just her way.

"I'm actually kinda curious here. I have so many questions."

"Well, ask away. I've probably heard most of them before already."

"I mean... How long could you even fart for? You were just letting out MASSIVE ones like it wasn't even any effort at all, and seeing as you have so much.."

"You know... I've never really found out, not specifically, I mean, I could probably go for quite a long time without pausing, especially on a gassy day... I suppose we'll just have to find that one out, won't we?" Liz started chuckling.

"You'd probably make me pass out if you did that.. Jeez.. Who knew I'd have such an interesting roommate."

Liz felt pretty flattered that she was 'interesting'. Granted, it was in more of a lab rat sort of way than anything else, but her gassiness being met with praise and entertainment rather than scorn and contempt was good enough for her.

"Anyway. We've got, like, all day. You wanna go do something?" Morgan asked Liz after a moment of silence.

"Sure! Anything beats sitting around in here all day." Liz looked around at the four walls.

"What should we do? The university is pretty much next to the town centre, so there's a lot we could do!"

Liz thought for a moment. She wasn't very familiar with the town yet. "I only just moved here, so I dunno what there is to do round here."

"There's loads!" Morgan exclaimed. "Nearby there's a shopping mall, a pretty large food court area... Oh, and there's a movie theatre too! We could go see what's on."

You have the following choices:

1. Shopping Spree!

2. Grab a bite to eat

3. Go catch a movie

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