Wii Fit Trainer's Farting Problem

by Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus

Wii Fit Trainer joins the Super Smash Bros, but when the gassy monarch, Princess Peach Toadstool, insists that she's a better farter, the spunky Wii Fit Trainer decides to balance the situation by firmly putting Peach in her place and become a better gas blaster. The intense confrontation between the Wii Fit Trainer and Peach is going to stink faster than their farting big butts...

51. Chapter 51

The female Wii Fit Trainer watched as the male Wii Fit Trainer was drinking a lot of booze at Falco Lombardi's tavern, with the Wii Fit Trainer simply shaking her head in disappointment, while the rest of the older Smashers, who were all male barring Lady Palutena, cheering on the male Wii Fit Trainer.

"Wow! The male WFT sure is no stranger to drinking!" Pikachu exclaimed as he was on Donkey Kong's shoulder.

Falco chuckled as he nodded his head, cleaning up an empty glass with his right wing. "Well look at him, man. He can't say no to anything that challenges his great physique."

"Come on, you pale bastard! Chug that booze!" King Bowser Koopa stated as he pounded his fists on the counter, encouraging the male WFT more.

Captain Falcon was pumping his arms in excitement as he was shouting exclamations of joy with 'Falcon' in front of them. "FALCON CHEER! FALCON ENCOURAGEMENT!"

"Yeah, what he said." Solid Snake added as he was smoking a cigarette.

"Wakka wakka!" Pac-Man blurted out as he raised his hands in the air constantly.

"Good! Great! Awesome! Outstanding! AMAZING!" Sonic The Hedgehog exclaimed as he did various poses, with Shadow The Hedgehog and Silver The Hedgehog simply laughing at the blue blur.

The female WFT sighed as she placed her hands on her head. "This is barbaric... no one as fit as us Wii Fit Trainers should be doing this." Taking a stand, the female Wii Fit Trainer let loose a silent but deadly fart that forced nearly everyone out, with Falco pulling out his emergency gas mask and the male WFT fainting as a result.

"Goddamn it, female WFT!" Falco growled with annoyance as he glared at the female WFT. "Do you have to be like nearly every girl here and ruin our moment of fun!?"

The female WFT nodded her head as she pointed at Falco. "Yes, I do in this case, because alcohol is shit and will make you not fit!" She then turned around and bent over, letting loose a brassy fart that puffed up the back of her yoga pants as she stormed out with the unconscious male WFT in her arms, with Falco groaning in annoyance as he pulled out several air fresheners that had the scent of fresh baked bread.