Do you wish Anti-Sparky would fart on your face? Imagining him ripping stank ass and getting to smell his rancid, ghastly farts makes my dick so hard! If he farts on leather car seats, I'm cumming! I wanna fuck his dark blue ass! Anti-Sparky's ass blasts make me so horny!
~Fart Ride~
At the park, a spinning pink vortex opens near the fountain, with Anti-Sparky emerging from Anti-Fairy World and arriving back on Earth. He spit out the shredded chew toy, smirking evilly and wagging his glowing skull tail, it crackles with sinister red magic and forms a condensed beam of dark magic functioning like a laser he uses cut the fountain down to size.
The fountain laid in pieces and the water spilled out. "Whoops! These pitiful worms need to invest in better architecture." Anti-Sparky barked, laughing evilly. "Now to reap chaos and sow misery!" He hummed, wagging his skull tail and setting the whole park ablaze.
Reveling in the destruction he brings, Anti-Sparky decides to take his leave, the shrieks and screams of agony coming from the pitiful humans burning alive was music to his ears. He hummed along with their screams, whistling a tune as he made his way to the park's exit. Now that he's back and with Poop outta the way, it's time to make way for the chaos and partake in some sweet revenge.
Timmy Turner and his irksome godparents will pay for humiliating him. He'll turn those worthless fairies to fairy dust, destroy his stupid counterpart, and deliver to that bucktooth brat a fate worse than death. Of course he could just poof to the house and let it be quick, but where's the fun in that? Anti-Sparky's up for a little driving, just needs to steal a car.
"I need me a set of wheels." Anti-Sparky yipped, leaving the burning park and heading for the parking lot.
Being late at night, there weren't too many cars to choose from. Anti-Sparky burning crimson red eyes focused on a black Chevy Monte Carlo with tinted windows. Flying over to the parked car, he wagged his skull tail and the locking mechanism was destroyed. The door to the driver's side slowly opened, the car's interior light illuminating the all black leather interior of the car.
Anti-Sparky loved the all black interior and those leather seats would feel so good on his butt. "Baby, you are going to be my ride of destruction tonight! Together we will drive and bring ruin to this pitiful city and Timmy Turner will be roadkill under your tires!" Anti-Sparky cackled, flying into the driver's seat.
When Anti-Sparky's furry butt touched comfy leather seat, he melted into the driver's seat, letting out a low growl of pleasure. "Fuck! These are some comfy seats, my ass is singing high praises!" Anti-Sparky happily growled in pleasure, allowing the leather seat to massage his ass.
Content with relishing in his comfort, Anti-Sparky wagged his skull tail and repaired the destroyed locking mechanism, grabbing the door and pulling it closed. The interior light went off and the Anti-Fairy dog sat in darkness. Whining from the exhilarating pleasure of sitting in the driver's seat, he put his paw on the steering wheel and looked for the keys.
"You make a dog's ass happy and I've got only one ground rule for you." Anti-Sparky spoke to the car, glaring menacingly at the steering wheel. "Bequeath onto me your keys for I am now your master!" He loudly demanded, giving a snarl.
As if he could actually communicate with the car, he felt something hit him on the head. It was the keys! Grinning devilishly, he grabbed them and jammed them right in the ignition, the car started with a roar.
"I love me a car with attitude!" Anti-Sparky evilly laughed, patting the dashboard with his paw before grabbing the wheel.
Anti-Sparky put his paw on the gas pedal and floored it. The engine screamed, the dark fairy dog sadistically pumping the gas pedal and cruelly revving the poor engine, hearing it beg for him. It pleased him.
Tightly gripping the wheel and pushing on the gas pedal, Anti-Sparky saw the needle jump on the tachometer and move into the red. Growling, Anti-Sparky laughed evilly and released such a ghastly and hellish wet dark fart from his ass, it was so loud and brassy. Blue fumes erupted from Anti-Sparky's dark blue butt and permeated throughout the car, soaking into the interior and being absorbed by the leather seats. Anti-Sparky blushed in embarrassment from his sudden fart, sighing with relief and feeling his butt ripple from the stinker he let loose.
If he smelled like a graveyard, the pungent aroma of his ghastly flatulence is stinky enough to trounce even Death.
Anti-Sparky moist big black nose crinkled from the deathly stink surrounding him, it was worse than literal swamp gas. He sniffed his fart, giving a shudder and pressed his paw hard on the gas pedal, followed by stinking up the car with another horrifyingly stinky fart from his killer behind.
"Ah... Bet it stinks to be you right now, huh?" Anti-Sparky remarked, laughing at his own bad joke and rubbing his gassy butt down into the seats, letting his flatulence be forever trapped in the material.
Commanding such power under his paw and with his butt comfortably in the driver's seat, Anti-Sparky became a very gassy mutt and perhaps even a little horny. Grunting, Anti-Sparky whined and ripped such a hot, greasy and ghastly burst of flatulence that lasted thirteen seconds, growling in pleasure and pressing his butt into the recesses his seat, letting off such a rancid and raunchy as hell fart, howling with relief and wiggling his butt in the seat.
"My farts are lethal!" Anti-Sparky lustfully growled, ripping another wet and ghastly fart loose.
Anti-Sparky farted again, wiggling his digits on the accelerator, before putting the car in gear and hitting the gas pedal. The fart-laden Monte Carlo peeled outta the parking lot and onto the road, with Anti-Sparky bouncing in the driver's seat, his paws fiercely gripping the wheel as he mashed his paw harder on the accelerator, going faster and ripping more ghoulish dark farts every second.
"The speed limit? I don't give a flying crud about the law!" Anti-Sparky evilly laughed, barking with excitement.
Wagging his skull tail, Anti-Sparky plays dress-up, now wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a green John-Deere cap, his hair and black floppy ears stuck out from the cap and his black crown floated above it. The dark fairy dog adjusts his new cap, releasing such a nauseating butt blast from his ass, grinning as it came on the heels of another putrid stinker that stunk to high heaven.
"Ah... Ripping stank ass in some sick new duds!" Anti-Sparky growled in relief, panting softly and smirking at his reflection in the rear-view mirror.
He sure looked good wearing his green John-Deere cap. Howling, Anti-Sparky grinned and ripped another gruesomely stinky fart loose, pressing his butt into the recesses of the driver's seat and grunting, violently blasting forth a dark and harrowing violent ass fart that had an equally horrifying smell to boot, the ghastly blue fumes of his toxic farts soaking the black leather seat and clouding up the interior of the car.
Anti-Sparky pressed his paw harder on the accelerator, the needles soaring on both the speedometer and tachometer. Letting off such a wet and juicy putrid ass fart, Anti-Sparky sighed and inhaled the pungent aroma of his foul stink, giving the pedal hell under his paw. Fart after fart escaped the evil fairy dog's covered pucker, the almost euphoric level relief was stirring the dark mutt's raging libido and he could feel a stiffening in his jeans.
"Horny, eh? A deviant and horny demon dog I am!" Anti-Sparky cackled evilly, looking out at the road ahead, whining with relief as a silent but exceptionally deadly fart passed. If anyone was riding in the car with him they'd be in the fucking grave.
Easing up on the gas pedal, Anti-Sparky wetly farted and grinned, grasping his crotch while letting out a lustful growl. His big doggy dick was raging, out of it's sheath and pressing against the front of his jeans. He's painfully hard.
Farting again, Anti-Sparky decides to masturbate. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down along with a pair of white briefs he wore, freeing his big, fat black doggy dick. Letting loose another round of super wet flatulence that sounded like a loud trumpet going off, Anti-Sparky takes out a bottle of warming lubricant and squirts some onto his cock, pleasurably growling as the lube stimulated his erect cock.
"F-Fuck! You deserve this for making me so horny, you piece of crud!" Anti-Sparky spat at the car, keeping one paw on the wheel and wrapping his other paw entirely around the shaft of his erection, shuddering as he feels his cock burning with heat.
Anti-Sparky proceed to fart more, his farts growing more ghastly and ominous, with the driver's seat muffling each one of his ripe stinkers. Having his butt directly sitting on the leather seats further turned the dark fairy dog on. Anti-Sparky huffed and grunted, ripping some lethal ass blasts and hearing them be muffled by the seat under his ass was such an invigorating experience. Biting his bottom lip and growling, Anti-Sparky panted and wiggled his gassy butt into the cock hardening leather his butt loved so much.
The car sped up and Anti-Sparky's hot underneath the collar, pressing his paw harder on the accelerator. "I love it when you take my farts, it makes me so hard!" Anti-Sparky growled, his voice growing husky as his arousal flared.
Fart-blasting the driver's seat with such a dank fart, Anti-Sparky grinned and begun languidly pumping his dick, rhythmically moving his paw up and down his salami, giving his throbbing doggy dick a firm squeeze every few seconds, growling as he presses his paw against the leaking tip, whimpering and whining as he wriggles his hips and releases more spicy and raunchy farts loose in the leather cushioning kissing his ass.
Anti-Sparky continued stroking his cock, giving the car even more gas and slowly inching the pedal closer towards the floor. He farted again and shuddered, drooling from the intoxicating pungent aroma of his own farts, growling as his grip tightened on his cock and he stroked faster, letting out a muffled howl as his doggy dick twitched and drips pearly fluid drop on the seat, beginning to hump at the air from being such a horny mutt, the tip of his erection brushing against the steering wheel.
"We're about to go from automatic to manual, baby!" Anti-Sparky purred, leering at the steering wheel and licking his lips. "Pedal to the metal, going to the floor from here!" He added, farting once more and shuddering as he lays his paw on the horn.
Honking the horn, Anti-Sparky howled and grasped his painfully hard cock, stroking himself even faster and pressing his paw harder on the gas pedal. The car accelerated and he shuddered while squeezing out another huge ass fart that lasted close to thirty seconds long and the stink behind it was deadly, but something began happening to the car as a result of his flatulent escapades. Anti-Sparky's farts weren't just smelly, they held his sinister magic as well and now the Monte Carlo is being overcome by his farts' coercive persuasion.
An unsettling red magical aura enveloped the black car, forcing the vehicle to transform into a more demonic form sporting blood red headlights. The Chevy Monte Carlo was no longer an Earthly vehicle, it was now poisoned by Anti-Sparky's evil magic and with so much magic released, the car attained a degree of sentience and became an instrument of chaos.
The car roared like a bull when Anti-Sparky slammed down on the gas pedal, black and blue flames erupting from it's tailpipe. It attached the seat-belt onto the dark fairy dog, affectionately squeezing it's dark driver and pressing him against the driver's seat. Anti-Sparky smiled and enjoyed being pressed against his new lover.
"Breathe in my farts and become stronger, my love!" Anti-Sparky manically barked, laughing evilly whilst ripping such a wet and soggy ass fart down into the seat.
Anti-Sparky whined as he could feel his doggy dick twitching and spurting cum, hitting the steering wheel. Releasing another toxic ass fart loose, Anti-Sparky huffed and panted, squeezing his hard dick, whining in pure bliss as another fart ripped from his ass and sunk down inside the leather cushioning, jerking his paw against the gas pedal as he continued to pump himself, with the car quickly picking up speed. Anti-Sparky threw his head back against the seat's headrest as sparks of pleasure electrified his body, flooring the gas pedal when he's about to spurt.
"Brace yourself, I'm cumming! F-Fuck yeah!" Anti-Sparky howled, drowning in pleasure as the car sped down the road.
In the throes of passion and behind the wheel of a sentient speeding car, Anti-Sparky blasted loose such a nasty ass fart and climaxed with a fierce howl of pleasure, his doggy dick standing straight up as it unloaded, spurting semen on the steering wheel and dashboard and spattering along his stomach and on his paws, dripping onto the leather seat as semen squirted out everywhere. Anti-Sparky kept pumping and forced a few more spurts out, before he eases up on the accelerator, panting with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Hauling ass down the road, Anti-Sparky smiled and patted the car's dashboard in appreciation. "You made this horny mutt very happy. I am most pleased with you, everything is going exactly as planned!" Anti-Sparky barked, laughing evilly.
Pulling his briefs and jeans back on, Anti-Sparky laughed as he buttons and zips his fly up, still covered in semen and feeling it dripping down his pant legs. Anti-Sparky farted again and shuddered, it felt so good getting to pass gas in his jeans again. He pressed his paw on the gas pedal, smirking as he grabbed the wheel and farted some extra wet ass farts out.
"Soon, it'll be time for Timmy to feel the burn! And this time, I'll choke him with my farts!" Anti-Sparky sadistically barked, tightly gripping the steering wheel. "And you, my beloved, can deal the finishing blow and split him in two!"
The car enthusiastically beeped at being given the honor of killing Timmy. Anti-Sparky huffed and pushed on his stomach, whining when he rips one of his raunchiest and nastiest farts he's ever made, the smell was so horrific it made even Anti-Sparky tear up from the unbelievable stink he produced. The evil fairy dog whined with relief and presses his butt into the seat, farting again and sighing with relief.
"Ah... I'm never leaving this seat!" Anti-Sparky howled, releasing another rank and stinky ass fart.
Ripping another wet and noisy fart, Anti-Sparky relaxed in the driver's seat, practically cuddling with his vehicular lover. The Monte Carlo had the seat-belt tightly wrapped around the Anti-Fairy dog, the two enjoying their blissful serenity. Then, Anti-Sparky's stomach began to rumble, all that farting makes a homicidal demon dog hungry.
"There any fast food places? Can't murder a child on an empty stomach?" Anti-Sparky snorted, seeing a burger joint off the road and smirking. "Excellent." Anti-Sparky cackled evilly, sharply turning the wheel and gunning the engine.
Luckily, Anti-Sparky didn't flip the car when he made the turn, speeding on into the parking lot, slamming his paw hard on the brakes when he approaches the speaker box, the car roaring like a bull as it screeches to a stop. Anti-Sparky smelled the burnt rubber, laughing evilly.
"Mm... Baby, do I love me the smell of burnt rubber!" Anti-Sparky growled as his arousal flared up, drooling right on the driver's side door as he rolled the window down.
"Welcome to Banzai Burger, what can we get you?" came the voice of a male cashier on the speaker.
Instead of placing an order, Anti-Sparky pulled his jeans down, then pressed his blue ass cheeks against the speaker box and grunted. Howling, Anti-Sparky melts the speaker box to mush with a single ghastly fart, basking in the relief with such a huge grin on his face. Then, pulling his jeans back up, gets back in the driver's seat and hits the gas pedal.
The car slammed into the back of the Anderson family's minivan, the occupants were a man, woman, and little boy. The family inside the minivan were screaming, as Anti-Sparky flew out and using his skull tail, cut the top of the vehicle open like a cheap aluminium can. The terrified mom held her crying son tight, as Anti-Sparky whined and farted, his toxic gas knocking the family out in seconds.
"Crud. I wanted to make them suffer before eating them!" Anti-Sparky angrily growled in frustration, ripping a ripe and angry sounding fart.
Starting with the parents first, Anti-Sparky devoured the dad and mom in one bite, feeling his belly bulge out for a second before receding. Then, taking some salt, he seasons the unconscious boy, before eating the child and burping out the dad's wallet. He took what cash was inside before discarding it.
"Best leave them a tip before I take my leave." Anti-Sparky smirked, laughing evilly and wagging his skull tail, a bundle of lit dynamite appearing in his paw.
Jumping back in the car, Anti-Sparky farted hard in the driver's seat, pressed his paw on the gas pedal, and howled, ramming the car in front of him outta the way and tossing the explosives through a window inside the fast food establishment. Gunning the engine, Anti-Sparky sped outta the parking lot as the restaurant explodes, raining down fiery debris and charred human remains, some landing on his windshield.
Anti-Sparky cackled as he flipped on the wipers. "Best bring out the umbrellas, we're having a hundred percent chance of doom tonight with some widespread farts!" Anti-Sparky barked, relaxing in the driver's seat, as he lifts his leg up and farts again. "Oh yeah... That one fucking reeked!"
The car attached the seat-belt around Anti-Sparky once more, pressing the dark fairy dog against the driver's seat. Anti-Sparky growled in pleasure, melting into the comfy leather seat, sighing in contentment as he rips another wet and ripe ass fart loose, the sound being muffled by his seat was starting to get him going again.
Anti-Sparky shuddered, biting his bottom lip. "I love this car, and I love farting!" Anti-Sparky howled, adjusting his John-Deere cap and hammering his paw on the accelerator as he drove off into the night with his motorized lover.
He and his Monte Carlo will drive until every light is extinguished from the world, his paw always on the pedal and his butt in the driver's seat. Anti-Sparky squeezed the bulge in his jeans, smirking as he steers the car onward. He's looking forward to seeing Timmy again and farting in his face.
"Maybe I'll melt the brat's face off with my farts." Anti-Sparky hummed, lovingly running his paw along his sweet leather seat.
The end.
Anti-Sparky wearing a John-Deere cap makes me horny! This was posted on my Archive of Our Own page, figured I might as well post it here just because I like farts.