A\N: Does this style look better or not? Just asking.

The creaky wooden floor of the pirate ship, Angel's Voyage, groans under the weight of its crew as the sun sets over the horizon. Below deck, in the dimly lit galley, a distressed Sails Tails nervously eyes Batten Rouge and Black Rose slumped over the dining table, groaning.

Black Rose: ("Ugh...") "I swear, that was the worst meal I've ever had…" She rubs her stomach dramatically, looking like she's about to pass out.

Batten Rouge: ("Hah!") "Speak for yerself, lass! I feel like I swallowed a storm, and it's brewin' in my gut!"

Sails, ears flattened, gulps as he watches them shift uncomfortably in their seats. He hadn't meant to give them upset stomachs he just thought pirates liked extra-spiced stew!

Sails (nervous laugh): "Uh, w-well, maybe it just needs to, er… settle?"

Black Rose (groaning): "Oh, it's settlin' alright… right through me."

A deep, rumbling sound fills the galley. Sails stiffens. Batten Rouge side-eyes Black Rose.

Batten Rouge (grinning smugly): "Heh. That you, lass?"

Black Rose (grinning back, smugly): "Aye, an' it won't be the last!"

Sails' eyes widen in terror as he realizes what's about to happen.

Batten Rouge (groaning, arms crossed): "Sails, ye got some explainin' to do."

Black Rose (nodding, holding her stomach): "Aye, this is all your fault! What kinda cook are ye? Feedin' us somethin' that'd make a sea monster sick!"

Sails raises his hands defensively, backing away slightly.

Sails (nervous laugh): "Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions! Maybe… maybe it wasn't the food! Maybe it was uh the rocking of the ship! Yeah! Stomach troubles happen on the high seas all the time, you know!"

Batten Rouge (raising an eyebrow): "Oh? Funny how we don't see you clutchin' yer belly."

Black Rose (cracking her knuckles): "Aye, seems to me ye don't know the first thing 'bout cookin' for pirates. An' if we gotta suffer…" She smirks and stretches her arms. "Then ye gotta take responsibility."

Sails' ears perk up in alarm. He glances between them, then towards the exit.

Sails (chuckling nervously): "W-Well, I'd love to help, but, uh look at the time! Gotta uh check on the sails! Yep! Super important, can't wait! Bye!"

With that, he dashes out of the galley.

Batten Rouge (watching him flee, smirking): "Hmph. What a shame. Guess he don't wanna help his dear friends feel better."

Black Rose (grinning mischievously): "Aye. Maybe he'd feel more inclined if we played a little game."

Batten Rouge: "Aye… a good ol' round of Catch the Fox oughta fix us right up."

They exchange a devilish grin before taking off after their unlucky chef.

Sails' heart pounds as he dashes across the deck, ears twitching at every sound. He peeks over his shoulder no sign of them yet. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a good hiding spot and wait this out…

He quickly ducks behind a stack of crates, pressing himself as flat as possible. He holds his breath, listening.

Batten Rouge (somewhere nearby, voice playful): "Ye can run, little fox, but ye can't hide."

Black Rose (chuckling, from the opposite direction): "Aye, an' when we find ye, we'll be sure to share our pain."

Sails' fur bristles. They were hunting him, closing in from both sides!

Just as he considers making a break for it.

WHAM!

Something slams into him from above, knocking him flat on his belly!

Sails (yelling): "WAH!"

Pinned under weight, he blinks up only to see a grinning Batten Rouge perched on his back, hands on her hips.

Batten Rouge (smirking): "Gotcha, fox."

Sails squirms, but she tightens her hold just enough to keep him trapped. He looks up in horror as Black Rose saunters over, arms crossed, looking way too pleased.

Black Rose (grinning): "Ye know, Sails… we been talkin'."

Batten Rouge (grinning wickedly): "Aye. If we gotta suffer with these bad stomachs…" She leans down, her grin widening. "Then ye best believe ye're gonna help us unload it off."

Sails' eyes go wide as their mischievous laughter fills the air. He was in big trouble now.

Sails gulps, his ears twitching as he hears a deep, ominous gurgle from above him. His fur bristles. That did not sound good.

Sails (nervously): "Uh… w-wait a second… we can talk about this, right?"

Batten Rouge only smirks, patting her belly as another gurgle rumbles through her gut.

Batten Rouge (mock sympathy): "Oh, I dunno, fox… reckon talkin' won't do much to settle my stomach." She stretches lazily, rolling her shoulders before giving him a pointed look over her shoulder. "But this might."

Before Sails can even react, Batten Rouge turns around looming over him with her chunky pirate booty aimed directly at him. The dim lantern light of the ship's deck does nothing to soften the sheer menace of the moment.

Sails (horrified, struggling): "N-No no no WAIT"

Batten Rouge (grinning): "Hold tight, fox. This storm's brewin'..."

A low, rumbling sound grows in intensity as Batten Rouge prepares to unleash her vengeance upon her unfortunate chef…

Black Rose stands off to the side, watching with a mischievous glint in her eye as Batten Rouge looms over Sails. She bites her lip, trying to hold back her giggles, but the scene is just too perfect.

Black Rose (whispering to herself): "This is better than I thought..." She stifles a laugh as she watches Batten Rouge flex her hips, positioning herself like she's about to make Sails' life a living nightmare. "Oh, this'll be good."

Sails, still pinned down by Batten Rouge, eyes wide with panic as he squirms. He can hear the ominous rumbling in her belly growing louder by the second, like a storm waiting to break.

Sails (yelling): "B-Batten Rouge, please! I-I'm sorry! I'll fix the stew! I swear! Just don't"

Batten Rouge chuckles darkly, clearly having none of it.

Batten Rouge (mocking): "Yer apology won't help ye now, fox. Yer fate's sealed."

Suddenly, there's a deafening sound like thunder rolling through the galley. A fart rips through the air, loud enough to shake the wooden floor beneath them. Sails freezes, his eyes watering as the smell hits him like a shipwreck.

Sails (coughing and gagging): "Ugh WHAT is that?!"

Black Rose can't help it anymore. She bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching her stomach as she watches Batten Rouge finish her attack without mercy.

Black Rose (laughing, wiping a tear from her eye): "Ahahaha! Ye're a true pirate now, Batten Rouge! The poor fox doesn't stand a chance!"

Sails' face scrunches in disgust, his fur sticking up in every direction from the intensity of the moment.

Sails (gagging, horrified): "Oh no! It's worse than the stew! I"

As the smell begins to seep through the galley, the stench is so thick that even the walls seem to buckle under the weight of it. It's like a battle between a thousand rotten fish and a pile of old boots. The air is practically toxic. Sails tries to crawl away, but Batten Rouge's grip on him tightens, keeping him in place.

Batten Rouge (grinning smugly): "Ain't no escape, fox. Ye can run all ye want, but yer stuck with me now."

Sails groans, turning a faint green. Black Rose walks over, still giggling, and pats his head mockingly.

Black Rose (teasing): "Ain't it fun to be the one on the receiving end for once, eh?"

As Batten Rouge continues to hold Sails in place, his face twisted in disgust, Black Rose leans in with a sly grin, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Black Rose (teasing): "Aye, I had my fun watchin' you suffer, but I think it's my turn now."

Sails' eyes widen in sheer panic as he looks up at her, his mind racing for an escape, but his body refuses to move. The room is thick with the scent of Batten Rouge's earlier attack, and he can't imagine it getting worse.

Sails (pleading): "No, no Black Rose, please! Not you too! I-I'm sorry, okay? I'll make something better next time! Just just let me go!"

But Black Rose's smirk only deepens as she folds her arms and stands up straight, her stomach giving an ominous gurgle, the sound low and threatening. She clenches her fist at her side as she feels the pressure build inside her.

Black Rose (grinning): "Oh, ye think ye can beg yer way outta this, fox? Ain't no escape now."

Another rumbling gurgle echoes from her belly, louder and more intense this time.

Black Rose (grimacing, holding her stomach): "Ah, there it is… I've been holdin' it in, but I can't wait any longer."

Sails' fur stands on end as he watches Black Rose turn towards him, her back straight and confident, as if she's about to give him a front-row seat to a storm unlike any he's ever faced.

Black Rose (smiling wickedly): "If I gotta suffer like this… then so do you, fox. Time to unload."

With that, Black Rose lifts her pirate booty high, her gaze locking onto Sails with an almost predatory focus as she turns her hips.

Sails (screaming in his head): "NOOOOOOO!"

And then, with a sound that could rival the roar of a cannon, Black Rose releases a mighty fart that shakes the very walls of the galley. The sheer force of it is enough to make the ship creak, and the smell is so potent it feels like it could knock out a whole crew. Sails is hit with a tidal wave of stench, and the air becomes thick with the assault on his senses.

Sails (eyes watering, barely able to breathe): "I-I CAN'T!"

Black Rose, looking entirely pleased with herself, watches him squirm as the foulness envelops him. Batten Rouge, still grinning, glances down at him with a satisfied look on her face.

Batten Rouge (laughing): "Oh, now we're talkin', eh? This be the true pirate experience."

Black Rose pats her stomach in satisfaction, leaning in close to Sails with a playful smirk.

Black Rose (teasing): "Feel that, fox? It's all about sharing the misery. Welcome to the crew."

Sails can barely keep his eyes open, the relentless stench threatening to drown him as he gasps for air. At this point, escape is impossible, and he wonders if there's any corner of the ship left untouched by their... gas-powered chaos.

Sails is sprawled out on the floor, his eyes glazed over as he wheezes, desperately trying to suck in whatever clean air might be left. But the damage is done. The stench lingers like a cursed fog, and he's smack in the middle of it.

Meanwhile, Batten Rouge and Black Rose are standing triumphantly over him, looking way too pleased with themselves. Then, as if on cue, they both glance at each other.

Batten Rouge (grinning, arms crossed): "Well now, lass… reckon that was quite the blast ye let loose."

Black Rose (smirking, tapping her chin): "Aye, 'twas a mighty one, but yours had some real weight to it, I'll give ye that."

Sails groans from the floor, barely able to lift his head.

Sails (weakly, voice muffled): "P-please… no more…"

But they completely ignore him.

Batten Rouge (chuckling): "Aye, but let's talk quality here. Mine had that deep, rolling thunder shook the whole blasted ship, didn't it?"

Black Rose (laughing): "True, true, but mine had a sting! Bet ye could taste it in the air, aye?"

Sails makes a sound that's somewhere between a cough and a sob, waving his hand weakly as if to dispel the cursed air around him. It does not work.

Sails (gagging): "Oh, I definitely tasted it…"

Batten Rouge (mock serious): "Aye, aye, but whose do ye think had the worst kick, little fox?" She nudges him with her boot. "C'mon, be honest now."

Sails' ears flatten. The sheer horror of being asked to judge their gas leaves him speechless. He shakes his head frantically, refusing to answer.

Sails (panicked): "I-I refuse! I refuse to choose!"

Black Rose (laughing): "Oh, come on, fox! We can't just end the game without a winner!"

Batten Rouge leans down, her grin widening as she places a hand on her belly.

Batten Rouge (mock warning): "Aye… and if ye don't decide…"

Black Rose (grinning): "We might just hafta go another round to be sure."

Sails' eyes widen in pure, unfiltered terror.

Sails (yelling): "NOOOOOO!"

The two big booty female pirates then bash their PHAT asses on the fox boy the moment he stood up with loud BASH! As he found himself trapped, wedged between two extra thicc gals,their stinky bootys pressing against him like an inescapable prison. Their laughter echoed around him, cold and mocking, as their enormous forms smothered him from both sides.

Struggling to move, he felt their weight overpower him, turning him into little more than a helpless toy in their grasp. He could hear their sneers, their amusement growing as he fought in vain before hearing the double gurgling coming from their stomachs much louder than before, there was also no way to escape because their asses were just so chunky and soft it was a cushy trap.

"This is what you deserve," They taunted in unison, their voices dripping with cruel amusement.

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To say that smelled bad was an understatement, Sails gasped, his body jolting as the suffocating sensation grew stronger. The laughter intensified, filling his ears, drowning out all thought. The overwhelming stench, the claustrophobic embrace, there was no escape. His fate was sealed and they consumed him, dragging him deeper into an abyss of large booty flesh and fart. It was like a deep, rumbling explosion! like two cannons firing at once, shaking the very air.

*A few moments later…*

Batten Rouge (grinning): "Well now, that was somethin' eh?"

Black Rose: "Aye, I gotta admit… it's actually kinda fun bein' gassy, when I push it like this is like a tornado! But it is even funnier with someone else. Especially for vengeance.

Batten Rouge: "Fun? Lass, it's even better when ye got someone right in the middle of it."

Sails, still sprawled on the floor, groans weakly in response, but the two pirates pay him no mind.

Black Rose (laughing): "Ha! Ye might be right. Maybe we oughta do this again sometime."

Batten Rouge: "Aye… I like the sound o' that."

The two share a mischievous laugh, already planning their next victim or rather, their next sessionwhile Sails silently wonders if he'll ever be safe again and that he should never cook again.