Fart Torture Stories
Chapter twenty three: Triple D Gas Quarantine
Triple D were in their limo, which parked in front of the Dalmatian household, and they got out to relax after a long day of acting. Just then, Deja Vu felt her stomach growl and she grunted, ripping a loud and bassy three second fart that made her butt vibrate as she let out a green cloud of chicken (BRRRRRUUUUUP). Destiny was quick to remind Deja Vu of something that would go down if the gas continued. "Careful Deja Vu. Remember what Dylan does when someone has ongoing gas."
Destiny and Dallas suddenly felt their stomachs growling right before they entered the house with Deja Vu making her reply. "I think one of the chefs put something in our kibble or something."
"Don't be silly. I doubt they'd sabotage us." Dallas suddenly cut a loud and bassy chicken fart that let out the same green cloud as Deja Vu (PHHT). "If anyone asks, Big Fee was here." The Dimitris were waiting by the door with Triple D taking notice as they got in. "Oh great, you three."
"Yep." The Dimitris then showed Triple D a jar of fleas, making them freak out and all let out five second farts that reeked of raw chicken (PFFFFFFFFFFT) (PFFFFFFFFFFT) (PFFFFFFFFFFT).
Destiny then caught onto what the Dimitris were doing as soon as the alarm went off, giving the Dimitris a glare as she did. "You planted fart powder in our food, didn't you!?" The Dimitris nodded their heads yes with smug grins as Triple D saw what was coming for them.
Triple D were hopping into a quarantine ball with Dylan closing it up before stating his next course of action. "Don't worry you three, I'll be dealing with the Dimitris as well. But we can't have you guys stinking up the house."
Destiny dashed up to the front of the ball, begging Dylan for mercy. "You can't do this to us Dylan! We'll reek by the time we get out of here!" Destiny suddenly cut a three second fart that reeked of rotten eggs and let off a yellow cloud (phhhhht). "See?! We've already gotten to the eggy ones!"
"This could actually work in your favor Destiny." Dylan pointed out, knowing how Triple D loved to be clean. "You love baths, and the worse you smell, the longer it'll take to get the fart scent out.
Destiny saw Dylan's point as he walked off, lining up with Dallas and Deja Vu, who overheard the conversation. "Ready girls? (Dallas and Deja Vu nod) Get ready in 3...2...1!" Destiny, Dallas, and Deja Vu, all started farting like crazy, filling up the quarantine ball with all kinds of rotten odors (PFFFFFFFFFFFT) (PHHHHHHHHHHT) (PHHHHHHHHHHT) (PHHHHHHHHHHHT) (PFFFFFFFFFFT) (PFFFFFFFFFFT) (BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT) (BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT) (BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAT) (PHHHHHHHHHHT) (PHHHHHHHHHHT) (PHHHHHHHHHHT).
The next day.
Dylan was checking on the Dimitris, who were all in the bathroom bathing Triple D, much to their dismay. Dylan could see that Triple D were satisfied as he then gave a smug look to the Dimitris. "See what happens when you spike someone's food with fart powder?" The Dimitris growled with Triple D relaxing until a couple bubbles came out from underneath Deja Vu after Dylan left. Deja Vu giggled a bit while blushing softly, leaving Destiny and Dallas to scoot about an inch away from her to keep clean.