Confliction
by Princess Shakyn Laguna

I quietly woke p in utter darkness. There was complete silence other than the sound of old floor-boards creaking. I looked around and noticed I was in bed. I sat up and scooted over to the edge of my bed, resting my face in my hands. How long was I out? Few hours? A day? A week? All these questions could not be answered since I couldn't exactly remember all that happened until something sparked in my brain. I quickly regained my memory of what had happened. My own adoptive mother had literally unleashed her deadly, fart frenzy again. This time, it was more than I could previously handle. Finally, I stood up and decided to try and leave until she settled down with her absurd flatulence. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked! For a minute there, I thought she had locked me in for future torment. Treading to the stairs, I found out the entire house was dark. Was the power out or something? Maybe it was night time. The woods are usually dark at midnight. Carefully, I stepped down the stairs one by one, as quietly as I could.
Drowsiness still clouded my mind; causing me to feel a bit sleepy, but I persisted onwards. I came up with the idea of staying with my closest friend, Reuben, for a day or two until my mom came to her senses about how treacherous her gas really was. Reuben knew that my mom farted occasionally on purpose, but what he didn't know was the sick torture she put me through. I was right at the door, about to twist the knob and escape into the night until the lamp light flicked on. "So, you finally woke up sweetie," my mother's voice sounded from behind me. My eyes widened and I slowly turned around to see her sitting on... someone's face while she was seated in her chair. Wait, was that... Reuben? I felt my guts twist into a knot. He had rope bounded to his hands and legs. I heard him whimper and muffle underneath her large rear. "M-Mom! What're you-," I was interrupted as she let loose on my poor friend's snout, 'FFFFFFRRRRRrrrrppt....' His body tensed up and he coughed and gagged, unable to breathe through my mother's foul stench.
"Mmm, you're such a sweet boy Reuben. I wish I could keep you as well," she murred, adjusting herself as Reuben's breathing quickened. I couldn't believe my eyes! My mom, in all her luscious glory, was torturing my best friend with her farts of death. I couldn't help but watch him have his fate sealed underneath her. I know its wrong to stare at your own mother, but note, she was my adoptive mother... A black vixen with a body that seemed to be crafted by a Goddess. D-Cupped breasts and a butt the size of two over-inflated beach balls What more could a guy like me desire? "Mom, what're you doing to him? You can't do this!" I finally spoke up out of anxiety. "Of course I can, silly. I'm doing it now, am I not? she asked as she sat up a little to release another, "FFFFFFFFfffffsssssspppprrrt....' I caught a good whiff of that one from where I was standing; old sour onions and dirty socks.
Reuben thrashed and bobbed underneath her while coughing violently. I don't see how he had managed to stay conscious for this long. My mom giggled playfully, wiggling her butt over his poor, suffering snout. "Goodness, at this rate, I may have to take a little bathroom break unless... you want me to stay," she said a bit seductively as her stomach made an audible gurgle. Reuben, on the other hand didn't like the sound of that and panicked; whimpering in absolute fear while she grinned. 'Pppprrt,' she farted again and stood up, allowing him to get a breath of fresh air. I don't see how he could anyway. The air had seemingly become tainted from the stench. I even found myself, covering my nose to avoid sniffing what she let out. She groaned, rubbing her stomach in a bit of pain. "Take him upstairs, will you? I haven't forgotten about you sweetie," she then said with a motherly smile. I had hoped she would have not thought about me, but I knew Reuben didn't want to suffer anymore than I wanted. I didn't know how long she had kept him here either. Quickly, I scurried over, lifted him up, and carefully took him upstairs to my room while closing the door behind us.
Reuben whimpered softly, still scared out of his mind. "Reuben? Are you okay?" I asked in a small whisper; aware that it was a stupid question to ask. "No! I'm not okay! Your mom is freaking nuts!" he yelled, wiping his eyes. "She's kept me here, farting in my face nonstop for the past 3 days!" he went on, obviously disgusted by what my mom was doing to him. "I should have told you this before, but I didn't think she'd go this far," I murmured softly. "Well she did! I'm getting out of here! Your mom's hot and all, but this is just... weird!" he complained and tried to stand up, but he found himself still bounded up. "Oh for the love of-.. Lance, untie me before she comes back," Reuben said, trying to free himself. I went to help him, but I heard my mom's voice sound, "Lance! Come here, please!" I shuddered and I stood up. "Damn it! Its too late. If she find out what're you doing, she'll gas me to bloody oblivion," Reuben then said in a more fearful tone. "Listen, I'm sorry for all of this, Reuben. I didn't know she'd do this," I apologized to him, dragging myself to the door. "Its fine.... Just... stay.. ali-..." Reuben muttered before oddly passing out.
I was stunned and rushed over to see if he was okay. His heart was still beating. I couldn't make out what was wrong with him! He was actively panicking and moving about just a few minutes ago and now he was knocked out cold. "Laaaaaaaance!" mom called out again. I might as well not keep her waiting... Who knew what else she'd do.. Calmly, I headed out the room to meet her downstairs. She was resting on the chair, rubbing her stomach in pain. "I'm guessing whatever you ate finally caught up to you, huh?" I asked, already knowing the answer was yes. She only giggled and groaned as her belly made an audible gurgle. "My tummy hurts really bad, sweetie," she whined, looking to me with that gentle smile of hers. "Can you rub mommy's belly? she went on to ask with large puppy eyes. I cringed and felt my gut twist even tighter. I wanted to say no, but something in my heart told me to say, "Yes. She smiled happily, clapping her hands together before gesturing for me to sit down in the chair. I was ultimately dumbfounded on why she wanted me to do so, but I went ahead and did as she said. Proceeding to sit down, I noticed she was removing her tight-fitting panties. I swallowed deeply, unsure if I could go along with this. She strolled over towards me with that knowing smile. I actually found myself checking all her visible features including: breasts, thighs, and legs. Her glossy fur covered up the majority of her 'private' areas....
She grinned and turned around, bending over in front of me with that large rear of hers. Here I was again, in front of a loaded weapon of mass destruction. If anything, her gas would be labeled as a biological chemical weapon. She grunted softly and pushed out a bit of what she was storing, 'BBBBBLLLLRRRPT...' Wet and bubbly... My hair blew back somewhat and my eyes burned. Like I said before, it was as if a dangerous, chemical agent had been launched into my defenseless face. She didn't stop there either... 'FFFFFFFFRPPPPTTT... PPPPPFFFFT.. BBBBBBBFFFTLLLLLLRPPPPTTT..... PPprrpppppssst....' All 4 farts blasted into my face simultaneously! My face felt hot and I tiredly covered my nose and mouth. These were insane; nothing I've ever smelt in my entire days of living. Finally, she sat her plump rear in my lap, adjusting herself so she could get comfortable. Odd enough, I could feel a slight hard-on rise up. What the hell?! Was I becoming attracted to what she was doing? I shook my head, trying my absolute best to deny the thoughts and went on to caress her boiling stomach. I could feel the gas bubbles build up inside. "Than you! You're the best son a mother could ever have," she cooed, sticking out her tongue in a goofy fashion while a small blush formed over her snout. "Err... you're welcome," I responded back, still trying to make out what I was thinking in my head.
'BBbbbbrrrpppt...' Another bassy one sounded, except it seemed to vibrate my crotch. I grunted and felt my little 'buddy' grow.... I was.. actually turned on by this?! What was wrong with me? It was as if she set off some secret button to set me off... She peered back to me with a gentle smile. "Lance, honey... I think you actually enjoy this as much as I do," mom then said in an innocent tone. I paused and stared at her, unable to respond. She grinned, wrapping her tail around me. At this point, I felt conflicted.... 'PPPPPPLLLPPPPRRT...' Another outburst broke my train of thought. She groaned in pain and tightly clutched my hand, placing it between her cheeks. The heat instantly shrouded my palm while sweat dripped from her sides. 'BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLFFFFFFFRPPPPT....' Mom was starting to let loose the real toxins from her puckering anus. "At this rate, I think we'll be here for awhile," she stated with a smirk on her face. I silently hoped this wouldn't go on for any longer, but my wishes were sadly denied. She settled herself down in a position where her entire rump covered my entire lap and hand; almost to the point of my stomach as well. 'PPPPPPPPLLLLRPPPT...' She let out another smoldering fart that vibrated against my crotch once more. My face reddened in embarrassment while my one hand, underneath her, was heated. It felt like my hand was inside a dutch oven. "I need to lay off the chili, don't I?" she questioned me, lifting her leg to release a sharp, 'BBBBBBBRRRRFFFT....' "Yes, you do. And mom, can you not involve any of my-.." 'FFFFFFFLLLLLLRRRRPPPTT....' Great, now her own farts were interrupting me. "Sorry honey!" she giggled and blushed softly.
"Could you not-.." 'FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRPPTss....' I groaned in annoyance. Her butt was literally giving me the finger right now and becoming a nuisance! She burst out laughing, tears coming from her eyes. "I'm so sorry! Honest! They're just slipping out! " she exclaimed, wiping her eyes. I just stared at her for a long moment, waiting for her to regain her composure before finally speaking, "Could-..." 'PPppprppttt!' A little toot escaped and I faceplamed with my free hand. I began laughing along with her, despite it being an annoyance. I actually found it somewhat humorous. The smell didn't even phase me either! By now, the room smelled like Death's socks, but odd enough, it didn't bother me as much as before. "Alright, you can go on dear. I was only toying around," mom explained, smiling at me. "Well, could you not involve any of my friends in this, please?" I pleaded. It was bad enough she farted around the majority of my friends, but it was worse when she farted ON them! "Awww, of course. The only reason I did it to Reuben was because you were out for quite awhile and I missed having fun with you, that's all," she said a bit sadly along with her ears drooping. "I understand, but... why do you do this?" I asked curiously. I never understood why she initially liked farting, but now was the time to find out.
"Because your reactions are priceless and cute, Lance! Your little cheeks turn so red when you're put in an awkward situation! Besides, I noticed you staring at me when whenever I bended over," she explained with a soft smile. What she told me sent chills down my spine... All this time, she knew I was checking her out from top to bottom. I was completely stunned and speechless now. "Don't worry! It'll be our little, naughty secret," she said a bit seductively, giving me a small wink. "Also, your little 'friend' kind of enjoys it so, I'm sure you do too," she went on, cackling as she lifted up her leg once more, 'FFFFFFSSSSSSSSPPPRRRRRTTsss....' I felt my hand become damp and hot. Oh God... she didn't... "Ermm.. maybe you could help me to the bathroom?" mom asked as her face reddened. "Mom!" I whined in disgust. "I didn't mean it! Accidents happen!" she yelled out in embarrassment and instinct. "Its okay... But... what about Reuben?" I asked her. "I gave him one of those special sleeping pills! He won't remember anything that happened," she reassured me. "Now, help me! I can feel another bomb about to set off!" she shouted, freaking out. "Alright," I said calmly, as I kept my hand tightly pressed against her rear, helping her slowly maneuver towards the stairs... As gross and disgusting this was, I didn't think it was torture anymore...
It was more of simple fun or shenanigans.