Tiny Kong and Vicky's Farting Torture

By Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Tiny Kong's in the story now, yeah, because the world needs moar Tiny Kong farting. Anyway, you know, it's kind of bizarre for me to be writing this, but all those lewd pictures of Vicky in her tight jeans convinced me to write this. So don't judge me. And to make things safe just in case, I went with the M rating as opposed to the T rating, and you'll figure out why when more chapters get released.

Warning: The following might not be appropriate for anyone who isn't seventeen or younger. It also might be a slight tad intense. The story is mostly a joke. You've been warned.

"And do tell, why are we here?" Dry Bowser complained as he was trying to relax as Petey Piranha was cleaning up his charcoal shell.

"For the cameo, obviously. This is one of Yoshizilla's most popular stories... for some bizarre reason." Arceus pointed out as he was looking through the entire script of the fanfic.

"Well thank goodness it's just a cameo, let's leave it at that." Gruntilda Winkybunion the witch pointed out as she was dusting off her purple scarf. "This whole thing is nuttier than a man dressed as up a bat."

Tiny Kong farted loudly as she sighed of relief, pooping her pants yet again. "Man, that feels so good..."

"Maybe for you, big girl, but not for HE!" Lanky Kong exclaimed as he was just screaming 'he' and 'hoopla' over again repeatedly all day, with them inside Tiny Kong's gas filled cabin somewhere on DK Island.

"You may fart loud, I can't deny," Chunky Kong stated as he was playing a banjo, "But I'm still one hell of a guy! HUH!"

Meanwhile, with the actual 'story'...

"Bye Vicky!" Timmy Turner's Mom exclaimed as she and Timmy Turner's dad waved goodbye to Vicky, both of them in the car.

"We're gonna go do something stupid!" Timmy's Dad proclaimed as he drove away, hitting the Dinkleberg's mailbox as they drove off towards the west.

"Have a nice time, Mr. and Mrs. Turner!" Vicky exclaimed as she waved goodbye to the Turners, slamming the door shut as she smirked evilly, folding her arms together. "Okay, twerp, I got a special thing for you today..."

Timmy sighed in annoyance as he placed his hands on his face. "Oh joy... what could you do this time?" He asked sarcastically, his eyes narrowed. "Are you gonna whip me into shape? Force me to do more chores? Or something as equally mundane?"

Vicky's stomach grumbled, with Vicky smirking as she eyed Timmy, who's eyes widened in fear as he shook his head, waving his hands.

"Oh no... no, no, no!" Timmy exclaimed, thinking that Vicky would eat him as he tried running away.

Vicky laughed as she clapped her hands together, causing the entire house to go into lock down as the windows were replaced with pure metal. As Timmy ran upstairs to his room, he locked the door, panting as he placed his hands on his knees.

"Phew... I think I lost her." Timmy admitted, noticing that there was a shadow casting over him. Looking up, he screamed, to see Vicky standing over him.

"Where do you think you're going, twerp?" Vicky exclaimed as she laughed evilly, with Timmy trying his best to open the door as Vicky grabbed him by the arms. "When I said I had something special, I meant it!"

"Agh! Cosmo, Wanda, where are you?" Timmy exclaimed as he closed his eyes, trembling with fear. "Wherever you are, help...!"

Cosmo and Wanda were both relaxing in Orlando, Florida, taking the time away to catch some relaxation.

"Do you think Timmy needs us?" Cosmo asked Wanda as he lifted his green sunglasses.

Wanda, who had pink sunglasses, smirked as she shook her head, her arms wrapped around the back of her head. "Nah, he can manage to be without us for a while."

"FAIRIES!" Mr. Crocker exclaimed as he spotted Cosmo and Wanda, spazzing out as both of the fairy godparents sighed, poofing Crocker into a seagull as the other seagulls began attacking him.

Back in Dimmsdale, Vicky was face to face with Timmy, grinning evilly as Timmy kept on trembling with fright.

"All right, Twerp, stay still..." Vicky exclaimed as she slammed Timmy on his bed, planting her surprisingly big butt on Timmy's face, covering most of it except for his eyes. "As you can see, I decided to do some actual babysitting!"

Timmy's screams were muffled, with him feeling his pants getting tight as Vicky laughed with mean intentions, casting a devious glare at Timmy.

"Yeah, keep screaming. It makes me feel relieved to hear you in pain." Vicky admitted as she felt something in her stomach rumbling. "Speaking of relieving, did I mention that I had several buckets of baked beans before I came here?"

Timmy's eyes got wider as he then realized what Vicky was about to do. Trying his best to squirm out, Vicky's weight managed to tire him out as Vicky farted loudly, the loud flatulence puffing up her black colored, tight jeans. Timmy could only wish that he wasn't in this predicament, as not only did Vicky's fart vibrate all over his face, but the vile smell that accompanied it was as evil as her, the stench of her flatulence being bad enough to cause the blue paint on the bedroom walls to peel.

"Ahh... it feels so good to be able to let out my strong, rotten farts from my big fat butt on your tiny frail body, twerp," Vicky stated as she placed both of her hands on her big butt, farting loudly again as it was as disgustingly deep pitched as the first raunchy toot. "Before I was thinking that I used all my good tricks on you, but then I realized that I haven't used the best one at all! Well, here is is, right up in your puny face!"

As Timmy tried to breathe after screaming in pain, Vicky continued letting out her rotten, deep pitched toots from the depths of hell, her butt cheeks vibrating harshly as it made poor Timmy even harder, much to his dismay as he was getting aroused from Vicky's torturing.

"I have to tell you, I haven't farted in a long while," Vicky admitted as she rubbed her butt with her right hand, letting out a trumpet like fart that got deeper pitched and louder with every passing second, "So all the bad gas you're getting is pure raw power. Oh, did I mention?" She nastily giggled as another poot emitted from her gassy big butt, briefly fanning the air with her left hand. "That I fart so hard, I actually ruin my jeans! Luckily, you're my toilet for the night, so I hope you like the color brown!"

Much to Timmy's horror, as Vicky farted even louder than she currently was, he noticed a small brown stain on the back of her dark jeans, the smell getting worse as Timmy screamed, with Vicky laughing her head off as she kept on rubbing her butt with both of her hands, reviling in her passing gas, making Timmy wish that he was dead.

But poor Timmy Turner had yet to learn that the worst was yet to come...