Disclaimer: This is essentially a sequel to the episode where Sweetie captured Chase and tried to frame him for stealing the princess' crown. This is only for those who like gross out humor, and are able to handle it in huge chunks, so keep this warning in mind. I hope you all enjoy!
Chase's thick butt is ready to fart
Sweetie was in a strange room as she woke up, looking around as she tried to adapt to her surroundings. "Where am I!? Show yourself, whoever brought me here!" Sweetie saw a strange figure walking up to her, and it was then revealed to be Chase, who had a blank expression when walking up to her. "Chase! How dare you capture me and send me to this domain! Where are we anyway?"
"We're in the top floor of the Paw Patrol lair." Chase explained, and then he walked up to Sweetie, who was tied up suddenly by a rope that shot out of the ceiling. "Rocky put that up there. He thought it'd stop villains who saw this place." Sweetie was concerned for what was about to happen as Chase then set her up against the wall with a smirk as Sweetie's point of view was shown. "A punishment is in order for what you did to me in Barkingburg. But first, my (Turns around and points his butt at Sweetie) butt has an itch. Care to scratch it?"
Sweetie gave a blunt look with Chase looking back at her while slyly waving his butt from side to side. "And just how am I going to do that with no paws?"
"Good point." Chase replied as he backed up a bit, with Sweetie getting a good look at his butt. "Just try to find it and I'll let you know when you've got it."
"Well I suppose I wouldn't mind looking. So long as you don't have a girlfriend that is." Sweetie started using her nose to scratch Chase's butt as Chase started thinking about Skye, and then his stomach growled with Sweetie catching on. "Uh-oh." Chase pinned Sweetie to the wall with his butt and forced her nose into it, leading to him slowly moving it from side to side. "Get off of me you incompetent moron! There are hundreds of ways you could deal with me, and there's very little reason to pick the worst possible one!"
"Ah cmon Sweetie. The big German Shepherd (Pushes butt back a bit) butt isn't all that big." Sweetie bit Chase's butt the best he could, but that showed to be a mistake, as Chase, after smirking and looking back, released a loud and bassy ten second fart, hitting Sweetie with a yellow cloud of rotten eggs that made his butt vibrate (PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT). Sweetie gagged upon breathing in the fart with Chase chuckling a bit as he looked back. "I've been holding in this gas all day, so I can fart for days if I wanted too."
Chase stepped forward with Sweetie falling on the ground and having some poop stains on her nose. "You're lucky your friend is a competent gadget maker!"
Sweetie gasped for air the best she could until Chase went and put his butt over her, and Sweetie got a good look at his thick, meaty butt before he spoke up again. "It's not over yet Sweetie." Chase let his hind legs fall forward, allowing his butt to sink into Sweetie's face. When he looked down, he saw that Sweetie's entire face, and about half of her ears were in, letting his butt sink a bit more until both ears were stuck. Sweetie was squirming with Chase smirking as he swayed his butt from side to side. "It can be nice to have such a big butt."
Chase relaxed his butt as he unleashed multiple swift farts, and also a lot of strong ones, on Sweetie, still swaying occasionally for enjoyment (pfft) (phhhhht) (blarp) (brrrrraaaaat) (brrrrruuuuup) (phhhhhhhhhht) (pfffffffffft) (blllllaaaaarrrrrp) (brrrrraaaaat) (brrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuup). Chase continued farting as he spoke, making Sweetie give muffled screams in pain as Chase whiffed the farts with proudness. "Guess all that meat I had today is kicking in. Nice sulfer combo too."
Chase swayed his butt some more as he allowed his butt to sink entirely into Sweetie's head. "Your punishment's almost up Sweetie." Sweetie was relieved to hear that, only for Chase to grunt and push while smirking, ripping a loud and bassy fart, hitting Sweetie with a rotten egg and spoiled meat fart that hit her brutally while also making his butt vibrate violently in the process, also giving off a sense of a wet fart in between and showcasing just how much gas he was building up since this morning (BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP)."
Chase got up off of Sweetie after rubbing his butt on her face to calm down the sting, having her gasp for air as he swayed his butt at her as a taunt while speaking. "Your punishment's over Sweetie."
Sweetie sighed of relief, only to dart her eyes to the outside and see that it was still dark out. "How long was that going on for?"
"Oh, it was nighttime when we got here. I was able to convince the Princess to let us have a surprise sleepover." Sweetie heard Chase yawn, and from her point of view, it showed Chase's butt landing on her face and cutting a loud and bassy thirty second fart, unleashing a massive odor of rotten eggs and disgusting her even more (PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT). "Goodnight Sweetie. My (Clenches butt tightly) butt clenches the entire time I'm sleeping, so this'll be something."
As Sweetie squirmed, she was finally able to cut the rope, wiggling out the best she could, but she couldn't get out of Chase's butt. He clenched so hard that even when she scratched his butt, making him bleed a little, he was still able to keep her inside. He then released a nasty fart, hitting her with a yellow cloud of rotten eggs (pffffffffffffffffffff...). This fart lasted until morning, indicating that Chase actually farted for about eight whole hours, and the last six hours had Chse's butt vibrating violently with the wet gas hurting his butt (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT).
Chase woke up and rubbed his butt on Sweetie the best he could, doing this for about ten minutes while still clenching his butt to keep her from escaping. After Chase was done rubbing his butt on Sweetie, he got off of her, unleashing a large pile of German Shepherd poop onto her that covered at least five feet of the room and left her under at least eight pounds of it, making it a huge pile in the room. The other two pounds were forced to the sides with Chase being covered in it as well to a certain extent, covering at least eighty percent of his body. "Welp, better go get Ryder and Rocky so I can get the right device to clean all this up. After my bath. Shouldn't take too long."
Sweetie then woke up, seeing what she was under as Chase walked over to the elevator with a smug grin as he looked at Sweetie before he went down with his butt pointed at Sweetie as he looked back. "Thanks for being my toilet Sweetie. My butt appriciates it. And don't worry. (PFFFFFFFFFF-) We'll come up here in about a few hours. Enjoy the lack of opening windows too."
Chase's eggy fart continued unleashing the eggy cloud as he smirked when the elevator went down, leading to Sweetie seeing what happened with yellow fart gas covering the area and making Sweetie puke on the floor as she saw the poop she was in, only for some of the poop to end up in her mouth, making her swallow it and puke some more before she shouted at the top of her lungs. "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS CHASE!"
Rocky was working on the elevator being unable to move as he looked at Chase, who had a close pin on his nose due to Chase's horrible scent as he commented on what happened up there. "Good thing I wasn't up there. Eight whole hours of farting! Your butt has special a talent Chase, and not just natural thickness."
Ryder opened the door to the lookout to get Chase for his bath. "Alright Chase, bath is ready! We may need to take extra time due to all the stink scent on you!"
"Fair enough!" Chase walked out of the lair with Chase whispering something to Marshall, who also had a close pin on. "If anyone outside of the Paw Patrol asks, she's paranoid."
"You got it." Marshall replied, feeling Sweetie deserved what she got for what she did to Chase back there, and then he thought of something. "I wonder how big MY farts would be. I know my butt would be too thin for super long ones, butt..." Marshall got up with his butt pointed at the audience, releasing a squeaky five second fart, unleashing a scent of rotten meat with a green cloud (pfffffffffft). Marshall then turned around and got a good whiff of the fart, being perfectly fine with that. "Good. I wouldn't want that mess coming from me anytime soon."
