Fart Torture Stories
Chapter Forty: Rubble and Tracker's Gassy Time
Rubble and Tracker were currently eating a bunch of meaty and greasy foods in Rubble's Pup House and loving every bite of it. Although they'd just finished, the two of them were more than satisfied with what they'd gotten, and Tracker let out a loud burp to indicate that he'd eaten quite a bit. "You were right amigo. That hit the spot!" Rubble laughed a bit, having known that Tracker would've been satisfied with the dish he brought to the table. Just then however, Rubble released a loud and bassy ten second fart that surrounded the inside of the pup house, leaving out a green spoiled meat cloud that made Tracker cough (PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT).
Tracker wafted the fart away with Rubble commenting on the flatulence while snickering a bit. "Looks like my Chase is showing."
"You said it Rubble." Tracker started to take a liking to the fart smell, smiling as he then cut a three second chicken fart himself and let out a green cloud (phhhhht). "What's that thing Chase and Skye do again? Fart sex?"
Rubble nodded his head yes and lied down on his bed, allowing Tracker to sit on top of him as he spoke up. "You first. Then me." Tracker nodded and sat on Rubble's face, grunting and ripping a loud and bassy five second fart, hitting Rubble with a green meaty cloud (BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP). After that, Tracker could only muster out a line of machine gun farts, hitting Rubble with all he had (PFFT) (PHHT) (BRAT) (BRUP) (BLARP) (BRUP) (PHHT) (PFFT) (BRAT) (BLARP) (PHHT) (BLARP) (BRUP) (BRAT) (PFFT).
Tracker knew he had to end with a bang though, and as he laid his butt on Rubble's face a little more, he held his gas in for a bit and then released a loud and bassy ten second fart, letting out a yellow cloud of rotten eggs that made his butt vibrate upon release (PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT). Rubble was only really impressed by the last fart, but felt that Tracker was out of steam now and decided to take his turn. "That last one was pretty good, but the rest, not so much. You wanna swap?"
Tracker nodded his head yes and swapped places with Rubble, who laid his big butt down on his face and shook it a little to help Tracker's face sink in more. Once it was sunken in, Rubble showed that he was no slouch to farting, instantly releasing a loud and bassy thirty second fart that hit Tracker with a big, vibrating butt that flapped upon the launch of the flatulence, and a big green cloud of moldy chicken (PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT).
Rubble continued to showcase how good he was at farting, letting out multiple nasty butt blasts that suffocated Tracker, much to his delight (PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT) (BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP) (BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT) (BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP).
After that blast of steaming heat, Rubble got ready to unleash the biggest fart he possibly could, holding in his best gas bomb for this next part as he then arched his butt up a bit so he got the entirity of Tracker's face. As he did this, he then let out a loud and bassy rotten egg fart, making his butt vibrate violently as he unleashed a massive yellow cloud onto Tracker (PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...).
Four hours later
Rubble reached the final thirty seconds of his fart with his butt continuing to vibrate as he unleashed the last of his gas onto Tracker, finishing with the scent of wet, mushy eggs leaving his butt (HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT). Rubble got off of Tracker and found that the Chihuahua was out cold, revealing that Rubble's last butt blast was too much for him. He was smiling though, which gave Rubble more joy than concern. Rubble then shook his big butt a bit as he thought about how good his farting was.
"I may have a way's to go before I'm as good as Chase and Skye, but I think I can call that one a win." Rubble aimed his butt at Tracker's face as he stood on his hind legs and ripped a loud and bassy five second rotten egg fart as his butt was shown from the camera's perspective, making his butt vibrate as he hit the camera with a yellow cloud (BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUP). "And I'll be ready to practice as much as I have to." Rubble wafted the fart away with his butt as the camera then went to black when he was done.
