Her Gassy Habits
by Princess Shakyn Laguna

"Ugh! Gross!" I shouted as my nose came across a pungent smell from within the kitchen. Quickly, I covered my nose and went to the trash to take it out; figuring that's where the odor resided, but I noticed that there was nothing in it at all. Where the heck was that smell originating from? I looked back, noticing my mom humming as she washed the dishes one by one. She was a tall, dark-grey wolf; most likely around 5'9. She had a body that made me wonder why she was even single. Note, I was actually adopted by her at a younger age due to specific reasons, but that's another story for another time. I could only guess that her breasts were D-sized. Her butt, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. The only thing that came into my mind about the initial size was, two fully inflated beach balls. Most of the time, I caught myself staring at them as if I were in some kind of trance, only to snap out of it when she began to speak to me. I soon started pondering if she had done what I thought she did.
I was tempted to ask her, but I reconsidered and went back into the living room to watch TV.
I lost my appetite upon coming into contact with that repulsive smell. There seemed to be nothing on, at all. Boringly, I just flicked through the channels repeatedly to find something entertaining while gently coiling my spotted tail around my waist. The sound of water coming from the sink soon ceased and before long, I heard something along the lines of, 'Pprt!' sound from within the kitchen. A light giggle from my mom soon followed. 'What was that?' I thought, looking back only to see my mom's vulptous figure come from out the kitchen, swaying her tail and hips in a sexy-like fashion. My mouth fell wide-open as she strolled in, walking past the couch. "Excuse me," she excused herself with a light smirk as she then headed upstairs. I was ultimately confused on why she said that until a familiar stench hit my nose, causing me to nearly gag! She was doing it. She was farting and I knew it! The terrible odor lingered for a moment before slowly fading away. I always hated when she farted around me and I knew she was doing this on purpose just to mess with me because I couldn't handle the smell. Actually, I don't think any living person could handle such horid gas.
'PPPrrrft!' That sound occurred again from upstairs. It was if the structure of the house vibrated from the outburst. My entire body shivered in fear as soon as I heard her coming downstairs, before gently settling herself beside me with a light grunt. "Is there anything on, Lance?" my mom asked curiously while shuffling in her seat. "Oh, not really. I must have flipped through al the channels, twice by now," I responded calmly as she sighed with a light smirk on her face. I looked at her a bit confused on why she was even smiling. Mom normally withheld a standard poker face when there was nothing interesting happening, but it didn't take me long to figure out why until that same stench blew right into my face. My eyes watered and I coughed, looking to her as she began laughing loudly. "Seriously?!" I shouted in disgust, trying to move away, but unfortunately, she held me down just to torture me with the horrid smell until it passed. I finally managed to get up while she was still laughing, nearly collapsing off the couch.
"Whew! That chilli from last night has been really getting at me!" my mom exclaimed, wafting the soiled air around. I shook my head at her in disbelief. "Mom! Chilli and you are not the best of friends! I hope you realize that," I explained to her, but what I said seemed to go in one ear and out the other. "Oh, don't worry dear. I know what normally doesn't work for me. I only ate it because I know how much you dislike my gas," she said, giving me a lazy smile. I simply rolled my eyes and proceeded to try and leave out. 'PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFRT...' Oh dear God, that one must have ruptured my eardrums. I instinctively covered my nose while my mom, amazingly, sniffed the foul air that escaped her on rear as if it were nothing. Was she actually enjoying her own flatulence? "Mmmm, those beans really do it, huh Lance?" my mom then asked, looking at me with a grin. Apparently, covering my nose didn't help with the smell at all. It was an horrid odor that consisted of old beans.. "They sure do it alright," I replied back, cldarly annoyed at her gassy outbursts.
"Hey, lets play a little game," she suggested in a playful tone, swaying her tail. I already had an idea on what it was going to be. Obviously, it was just going to be a simple game of 'Pull My Finger.' I thought about it for a moment and nodded to her. She got up with a wide grin and walked up to me. I looked up to her, bewildered on what she was even doing. I soon felt my mom's gently hands rub against my head for a moment. What was she up to? Before long, I felt a sharp pain from my head. She was pulling on my hair! "Ow!" Mom! What're you doing?!" I shouted in agony as I was forced down to my knees. "Oh, don't worry about it, Lance," she said calmly, as she turned around, allowing her large rear to point directly in my face. My eyes widened in shock and I gasped. Here I was, my face in front of the barrel of a loaded gun; a bomb that was ready to go off at any given time. I couldn't help but be entranced by her gorgeous rear. The aroma coming from it was enough to cause my eyes to burn and water.
'Pppppsssssssssssttt...' A silent one slowly pertruded through those large cheeks of hers. I gagged at the vulgar odor; neary wanting to puke. "Here's my little game called, -Sniffer-," she stated, looking back down to me. "You sniff all of my farts up so I don't have to," she continued to explain, shaking her rear in my face. 'PPPPPPPPFFRRRT' A rather large fart sounded from her rear, blowing the hot air against my face. I could feel the fur on my face stand up and my hair blow back as she held me there. The smell was noting compared to her last previous ones. It mainly cosisted of rotten onions, old beans, and decaying meat. I felt disgusted and sick to the stomach, ultimately wanting this horrible torment to end. She didn't even give me a choice at all and she forcefully planted my face in between her cheeks. Although, she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans, the odor easily escaped out, pentrating through my poor senses. She grunted lightly while her stomach gurgled audibly.
'BBBBBBBBBRRRRFFFFFFFFT, BBBBBRRAAAAAAAAPPPT..., FFFFFRRPpppptttss..' Three forceful bursts of nothing but methane gas directed into my face. At this point, I thought she had literally killd my sense of smell. I felt disoriented and y body felt so weak that I actually though I was paralyzed. It was the most unimaginable thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. The only thing I could think of was the waste water flowing deep within a sewer. My body collapsed to the floor with a thud. I could hear my mother's laughter and see her walk around for a bit before kneeling down to shake me to see if I was still conscious, in which I was. Was I in a fart-induced coma? If I was, it sure did feel like it. She carefully removed her jeans, revealing her white panties. My eyes were filled with such fear and my mouth quivered, unable to form words. My body was gently moved so that Iw as laying on my back, looking up at her as she slowly proceeded to lower her large rear directly onto my face with my nose plucked deep in between her cheeks. I then heard her snicker playfully and say, "Sweet dreams." She grunted, wagging her tail to release the big one, 'FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTSssssss....' The air around me felt so humid and it seemed to be unbreathable. The light began to fade around me and darkness engulfed everything. I knew I wasn't dead since I could still hear the TV and my mother's voice. "My little boy. Oh, I have something in store for you later," she said. This wasn't the end of her gassy torment...