"Without a working TV in our dorm, I dunno when I can get my next gaming fix," Liz said.
"To the arcade, then?"
“To the arcade!” Liz enthusiastically repeated. As the girls set off, Liz noticed Morgan was noticeably less excited about headed to the arcade. “Something wrong, Morgan?”
“Oh, not really. Like I said, I’ve not really been that much of a gamer so I guess I expect to feel a little out of my element, you know?
“Don’t worry,” Liz said. “I’ve got plans to make sure you have some fun there as well,” Liz hinted at. As if there was any ambiguity in what she meant, she added, “I mean, my two favorite things are video games and farts!”
Morgan chuckled. “From the sounds of it, you’ve got the same favorite things as a typical eight year-old boy!”
“I was thinking they were the same favorite things as a typical guy,” Liz said with a small shrug. “Then again, don’t most guys mature somewhere around eight?”
“Touché. Oh, we turn right here if I remember.”
After a short walk, the girls found themselves in the arcade. Liz looked around to see which games were available. There was a racing game she liked well enough, a couple shooters, a rhythm game with a dance pad... the typical fare. What really caught her eye, though, was the Furious Furs 5 cabinets. More specifically, the groups of furs gathered around them. It seemed a group of feline friends mostly around her age were having a sort of impromptu tournament.
“That looks like fun,” Liz quietly told Morgan. “C’mon, follow me.” Liz casually strolled up to the gang. "Hey guys," she said.
"What's up?" one of the friends spectating the match took his eyes off the screen to greet her. A couple others glanced in her direction, then back to the game.
"I was just looking for some Furious Furs competition," Liz said, stretching casually. “Anyone mind if I play the winner?”
“Sure. Someone needs to put this guy in his place,” the frustrated cheetah who was clearly losing the match grumbled.
“Alright. But I doubt it’ll be her,” the tiger who was winning bragged. Within a few seconds, he delivered the finishing blow, knocking out his opponent. “C’mon, skunky!”
“Good luck,” Morgan said as the cheetah stepped away from the player two side of the cabinet.
“Thanks, but I won’t need it,” Liz said with a smirk as she took his place.
The first round was surprisingly easy for Liz, given how one-sided the one she just saw was and she didn’t even consider herself that great at fighting games. She’d play them with friends, but she wasn’t the type to compete in tournaments or anything like that.
As her character’s victory animation played, the tiger said, “This time I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” This fight was more along the lines of what Liz was expecting. It was actually fairly even for the most part. It almost seemed as if they planned to take turns comboing each other, but that’s simply how the match played out. Both players had only a sliver of health left, but the tiger got the last punch in.
So it’s going to a tie breaker round, Liz thought. Good. Before the third round started, she turned her head to Morgan and told her only three words. “Watch the timer.”
At the top of the screen, there was a timer. It was usually irrelevant to most matches, given the fast-paced nature of the game, but it was there to prevent things such as stalemates. It started at 90 and if it reached 0, whichever player had the most health left would win the match.
She quickly leaned in a way that made controlling the game slightly awkward, but her behind was as close to her opponent as possible. Right after the game’s announcer shouted, “Fight!” Liz’s behind began blaring its familiar sound. Despite being in the arcade, which was full of loud music and sound effects from various games and the noisy chatter of furs talking with each other, Liz’s fart was clearly heard by everyone gathered around the machine.
The tiger sighed and shook his head once the smell made it his way. It wasn’t exactly Liz’s most unpleasant fart, but it was still enough to be a distraction. When it was clear the flatulent skunk didn’t seem ready to stop anytime soon, the tiger hit the pause button with the timer at 81 seconds. “We’ll continue when you stop,” he said, putting his finger and thumb over his eyes, clearly looking impatient.
“Guess you forfeit then,” Liz grunted, still pushing forcefully to make it loud as possible. “’Cause I’m not...” her fart grew deeper in pitch, “stopping,” now it began to grow even louder in volume, “anytime soon!” Liz smirked as she reached over and pressed the button to unpause the game.
The tiger sighed and tried to play. But Liz wasn’t making it easy for him. When Liz noticed he was playing especially sloppily, she looked over and saw why. The guy was playing with only one hand, the other was over his nose. She took a bit of time beating him. She wanted an excuse to make this one even longer, after all. When she won, the timer was at 64 seconds.
26 seconds and that’s not even counting the time it was paused, Liz thought proudly as she ended her fart. Not bad, not bad. As she and Morgan laughed, she heard a couple of the guys laughing as well. She noticed one of them was the cheetah from before. No doubt he got some sense of pleasure in seeing the guy who defeated him going through something like that.
“C’mon guys. We’ll continue this once this place airs out,” the tiger said. He shot Liz a dirty look.
“Well, you’ll be waiting a while. I just got here,” Liz said. She lifted a leg and let out a brief, but exceptionally loud fart. It was not only audible over the sounds of the room, but actually seemed to drown out the other noises for the few seconds it lasted.
As the friends cleared out, she saw the cheetah, still chuckling, mouth the word “thanks.”
“Jeez, girl!” Morgan exclaimed, “Now that was a good one!”
“Thanks,” Liz said. She wanted to brag about how she could have easily kept one going for the full minute and a half of the timer. But she was still laughing just a bit too hard to form a complete sentence. Besides, she thought, she’ll be even more impressed when I show her what I can do one one of my really gassy days!
“So now that you’ve scared off all the competition for this game, anything else you feel like playing?”
Liz gestured to the game with the dance pads. “My friends back home liked to watch me play that,” she said. “Probably because between my disorder and all the movement, you know there’s no holding it in for me. So I add my own bass track to the songs,” she said, patting her behind with a playful smirk.
“Nice,” Morgan said.
“Or maybe we can play one of the co-op games around here. I mean, I know you’re not that into games, but at least it’d give you something to do.” She left out the part of her plan that involved taking advantage of her gassiness and the close proximity they’d be sharing.
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