Paw Patrol Xtra Shorts

Short Nineteen: A Bulldog's Bubble Butt


During a visit from Tracker at the Lookout, Rubble pinned Tracker against the wall with his butt while standing on his hind legs. He had a smug grin on his face as he declared why this was happening. "Come on Tracker. You lost the game, and you agreed to these terms." Tracker braced himself as Rubble then grunted and ripped...

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...a loud and bassy ten second fart that made his butt vibrate as he hit Tracker with a green cloud of spoiled meat. He then stepped forward with Tracker descending to the ground as Rubble walked off to go get some snacks. "I'm gonna go see what we have in the kitchen." Rubble continued farting as he walked into the kitchen, letting out several green clouds of rotten meat as he did...

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Rubble laughed a bit as he commented on the fact that he was farting so much as he opened up the pantry. "Boy, I sure am gassy today. (PHHHHHHHHHHT) Good thing my butt feels great." Rubble continued shaking his bubble butt from side to side as his farts kept coming out...

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...as Rubble continued farting, Rocky came into the room and saw Tracker laying by the wall and went to check on him out of concern. "Tracker; are you okay!?" Rocky then got a whiff of Rubble's fart scent and wafted it away once he did. "Why do you smell like rotten meat?"

"Well... Rubble and I wanted to see who was the best go-kart racer." Tracker explained as he pointed to a video game on the couch. "Rubble beat me, and whoever won got to fart on the loser."

Rocky sighed, knowing right away who was responsible for this. "Sounds like something Rubble would do." Rocky then called over to Rubble as he walked over to the kitchen. "Rubble; could you come over here please!?"

"In a second Rocky! (BRRRRRUUUUUP) Just trying to find something good to eat!" Rubble stated while also pointing his butt out for a fart while climbing the pantry.

Rocky saw how much Rubble was farting and wafted the fart scent away as he walked over to him. "Aw; Jesus Rubble! I know Bulldogs are a naturally gassy breed because of their faces being pushed back and sensitive stomachs preventing them from eating and digesting food at a proper pace, but you could at least avoid doing it around the food."

"Relax Rocky. I've seen the food we buy and it's mostly canned and bagged anyway." Rubble responded, and then he let out another fart while pulling himself up to the top shelf...

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...Rocky covered his nose as Rubble grabbed two butterscotch pudding cup; one for him, and one for Tracker. "Oh yeah, this'll be good. (Looks down at Rocky) Hey Rocky; think you can catch me!?"

"Yeah, no problem! Just jump down when you're ready!" Rocky said as he stood underneath Rubble. Rocky wasn't bothered by how high he was climbing, as he'd gotten higher than that before no problem. But he still knew he needed someone to catch him. However, Rocky wasn't prepared for what Rubble planned as soon as he was caught. As Rocky started speaking, Rubble gave a smug grin and pointed his butt out, leading to... "You can always-"

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...a loud and bassy twenty second fart that made his bubble butt vibrate as he hit Rocky with a yellow cloud of rotten eggs. Rocky ended up stepping back because of this, and as Tracker entered the kitchen to see what was going on, he saw Rocky coughing while stepping back. Rocky ended up falling down and landing butt first on Tracker, which he failed to notice while setting Rubble down and calling him out for his prank. "I could've dropped you Rubble." However, Rubble couldn't help smirking as he saw Tracker under Rocky's butt as... "This isn't like-"

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...the half wolf released a loud and bassy thirty second fart, making his butt vibrate as he unintentionally suffocated Tracker with a big green cloud of spicy chicken. Rocky blushed deep red after the fart was over, and when he looked down, he saw Tracker crushed underneath his butt. "Tracker!" He stood up and found himself horrified when Tracker was revealed to be knocked out from the fart. He checked just to make sure he was okay. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay!?"

Tracker was about to wake up, only for Rubble to aim his butt at him while standing on his hind legs, and it vibrated as he grunted and unleashed...

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...a loud and bassy one minute fart that sent him into the wall with a big yellow cloud of rotten eggs backing it up. Rocky covered his nose and gagged with Rubble walking away proudly while still farting his butt off...

PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

As he did, Zuma came into the room and got a good view of Rocky's butt, which was bigger now that his wolf hormones kicked in. Rocky, feeling he didn't have much to lose, unleashed another fart himself...

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...and Zuma had a direct view of his butt, looking right at it as the green spicy chicken scented cloud left it. After Rocky unleashed that butt bomb, Zuma spanked his butt in a flirty manner, surprising Rocky before he spoke up. "I thought it was getting hot in here."

"Are you seriously flirting with me for my farts right now?" Rocky asked while grinning sheepishly.

"Yes. Especially since the hottest ones are always wocketing out of your fluffy butt." Zuma admitted proudly, and while Rocky found that to be a little weird, since he wasn't particularly fond of farting himself. At least Zuma wasn't the type of pup to shame someone they loved for letting nasty ones rip.