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Thanksgiving + Sanderson Gang = Massive Vore.
Thanks to
Scaleyvore who helped me come up with the idea. XD
CONTAINS MASSIVE POST-VORE FARTING!!!
Every Thanksgiving, furries have something to be grateful for. Whether it’s the mates that they’re currently bonding with, the family that dearly cherishes them, all the wondrous things that have happened to them in their lives, or just because they’re still alive, there wasn’t something a furry wasn’t happy to enjoy or be proud of. More in particular, there wasn’t something The Sanderson Gang wasn’t grateful of during Thanksgiving…and that was food. Heaping pounds of food that stuffed them to the gill until their stomachs exploded with bliss. Every year (and whenever they were starving) they would venture out into Furtopia and have a massive feast for every furry involved. Of course, by feast…they mean a smorgasbord of furries big and small. A large majority of the group was cannibals and the ones who weren’t pretty much devoured any species they could except for their own. All members of the gang wore the same clothing: dark green leather jackets and grey jeans. Some of them had their jackets open, some had them zipped up, and some had a shirt underneath or would be showing their abs. None of them wore any shoes and a few wore finger-less gloves matching their jackets. All of them were of different species, and all of them had teeth that could cut through steel and bellies that could almost hold the same capacity of a Yoshi. And like always, they had a strong, voracious appetite. Only 20 of them were in Furtopia at the moment, but the Sanderson Gang was spread throughout the world, venturing from city to city like nomads, hunting for more prey. Two of them were red hyenas, both twins, named Charlie and Choko. Five of them were dragons. Two were light blue, one was purple, and the other two were green. The green ones were named Narrin and Favian, the purple one was named Teri, and the blue ones were Michel and Shari. One was a black grizzly bear named Dutch. Three were killer whales named Kil, Drevr, and Garsonov. One of course was a shark, a tiger shark to be exact, named Davis. Two were bats—one brown one red—named Poliscen and Wesley. One was a yellow and blue striped raptor named Eddy. One was an orange alligator named Ulsevre, alongside his crocodile cousin Yelsevre. Two were foxes with yellow fur and black paws and hands whose names were Ferklu and Zenny. And lastly, the leader of this coalition in Furtopia was a jet black wolf named Hallowan.
Right now, a horde of furries were inside a local park in the city, all huddled around a stage platform waiting for The Sanderson Gang to arrive. In the middle of this celebration, were Perry and his skunk friend Elrick. The fox terrier canine was only wearing a pair of blue shorts at the moment, talking to his fetid friend about the events that would ensue later that day.
“So what are we doing to day buddy?” asked Elrick.
“I hear these guys hold an annual game of hide-and-seek and whoever wins gets a free turkey!”
“But we’ve already eaten so much today!”
“If you don’t want any turkey, we can always donate it to charity or give it to some of my friends who haven’t celebrated Thanksgiving yet. I know of a certain someone who’d love a large turkey…”
Perry drifted off and began to daydream about the old raccoon Irvin, whose penis he groped after meeting him on a bus stop. It turns out that Irvin wasn’t such a bad coon and he was very, very friendly.
“You sure you don’t want the bird all for yourself?”
Perry leaned over and passed some gas before sighing with relief and patting his stomach twice.
“If that doesn’t smell like a full stomach, I don’t know what does.” he chuckled.
“Hehe, if you think that’s a full belly, take a whiff of this!”
Elrick turned around and lifted his tail, ready to let out a whopper fart. Perry quickly jumped out of the way to avoid a repeat from last time, and waited for the nudist to fart. But like many skunks, he sprayed his skunk oil simultaneously, which meant a green mist of stinky fluids began to soar into the air. A couple of furries out in the distance groaned with disgust and moved away from the smell, plugging their noses.
“You mind putting some clothes on buddy?!”
“If you don’t like what you see, don’t look.” said Elrick.
Perry and Elrick resumed walking towards the stadium and stood next to the huddle of furries, waiting for the announcer to show his face.
“So is this like, a regular thing?” asked Perry.
“I honestly have no idea. I just want to eat that turkey!” said a cervine wearing a t-shirt, jeans and red and white sneakers.
“Oh…it looks like its already been seasoned with Cajun spices too! Man, I wouldn’t mind getting a bite of that hunk of poultry.”
Perry eyeballed the turkey and his mouth began to water and he began to spill drool all over his left paw.
“Earth to Perry?” asked Elrick, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
“Whuh? Oh, sorry.”
As the onlookers were waiting, Hallowan walked on stage and showed his face to the crowd, encouraging loud clapping and applause. The black wolf smiled widely, showing his white razor-sharp teeth, and walked over to the microphone.
“As you are all aware of, today is Thanksgiving, the day where furries all around are thankful for all the blessings that they receive. However, just because today is a day of celebrating thanks, doesn’t mean we can’t have a little competition, right?”
“Competition?” asked Perry.
“That’s right. A little ‘tournament’ if you will. You’ve all played a game of Hide-and-Seek before right?”
Everyone in the audience groaned, forcing Hallowan to raise a hand.
“Trust me, it’s a wonderful game. All of you furries have this whole park to hide around while we try to find you before dark. If we don’t find you, you win. However if we do find you, you lose.”
“So we basically spend the rest of the day hiding from you?”
“Not just me, my cohorts as well.”
Hallowan made a gesture and his cronies appeared from behind the stage, staring into the crowd and smiling slyly. They were desperately trying to hold back their hunger and weren’t trying to spoil the surprise to the gang. Although a few of them weren’t able to do so.
“They all look so…burly.” said the cervine who talked to Perry.
“Do not be afraid of their appearances. They just look like they can crack a diamond with their skulls, but in reality, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Then why is the hyena staring at me like a meat snack?”
Hallowan looked to his left and saw the red hyena Charlie staring at the cervine with a wicked smile spread across his face and drool moistening his lips.
“Oh, he’s just a little coarse.”
“Coarse?”
“Anyway, the rules are you can’t leave the park until the game is over. If you are in the safe zone, you can not be out, even if we tag you. However the second you leave the safe zone, you’re vulnerable. And, as our latest feature, we’ve installed a kill zone.”
“Kill zone?”
“That’s right. If you want to sabotage fellow furries and draw them into a trap so we can tag them, feel free to do so.” he chuckled.
“That sounds seemingly devious.” said another conniving furry.
“Indeed it is. Now when I say go, you all have 20 seconds to go find a good hiding spot before we start looking for you. The safe zone is the streetlight with a clock on it in the middle of the park and the kill zones are any traps you can find that we’ve provided for you.”
Hallowan dug in his pocket and held out a handgun, pointing it into the air.
“And…GO!!” he shouted, firing off a shot.
Perry and Elrick sprinted down a tiled sidewalk and began to cut through a field of trees. The skunk and terrier stayed aligned with each other while many of the other furries were only out for themselves.
“Can we still donate a turkey to charity if I nibble on it?”
“Knowing you Perry, you’d tear half the bird apart before realizing you were maiming the whole thing with your teeth. If I let you nibble on it, you’re gonna eat the whole thing.”
“That isn’t true!”
“Remember when I gave you that giant cookie to nibble on that was for my friend?”
“…I ate it.”
“Remember that Cajun chicken burger my Dad said you could nibble?”
“…I ate it.”
“Remember the toilet when I left the lid open?”
“…I drank out of it.”
“See a pattern here?”
Perry sighed. “Okay, I won’t eat the turkey.”
“Don’t you mean nibble?”
“Shut up.”
Perry and Elrick stopped running briefly and turned around to stop and take a breather. They placed their hands on a tree and rested against it.
“Has it been 20 seconds yet?”
“Yes.”
“Then I suppose we should go find that streetlight before those hosts find us.”
“We just started the game! I doubt they’ll be able to spot us that fast!”
“All those animals have a keen sense of smell and your skunk scent can be smelled a mile away—literally. Of course, I can always mask your scent with tomato juice—”
“NEVER!!!!”
Hallowan was busy looking at his watch and after the second hand hit the number 20, he smiled evilly and chuckled.
“Okay boys…let’s go play.”
“HEY!!” shouted Shari and Teri.
Hallowan sighed. “And girls.”
Everyone got on all fours and started running on the ground, snarling with drool falling out the corner of their mouths. Once a furry’s scent was locked into their nostrils, they headed straight for the source. Whenever a Sanderson thug had your scent trapped inside his or hers brain, you were fucked. The only thing you could do to save yourself was arm yourself with a weapon, or find a way to mask your scent. Right now, Ulsevre was busy crawling against a ground sniffing out a wolf who was shielded by large bush. The wolf hiding giggled and rustled a few leaves.
“Those guys will never find me here.”
“Boo.”
The wolf gasped with shock and turned around to see the large, orange gator in the jacket. He sighed with frustration and rolled his eyes.
“Aww maaaaannn! Guess I’m out right?”
The gator chuckled and smiled. “Actually…you’re in.”
“What?”
Ulsevre opened his maw and bent over to bite down on the wolf, engulfing half of his body. Once the gator veered back up, the wolf was half-hanging outside of his maw, thrashing his legs and tail around and screaming inside his mouth. Ulsevre tipped his head backwards and let the wolf slide down his neck smoothly until he was moving down his esophagus. The gator gulped loudly and very hard before he felt the furry splash down in his stomach fluids. He looked down and noticed his stomach had grown in diameter, bulging beyond his belt-line.
“Mmm!! You taste good for a hairy beast! UUURRRP!!”
“I see you’ve had your fill Ulsevre.” said his cousin Yelsevre.
“Not a chance! I can fit another four or five furries in my gut before I collapse! No point in filling the tank if you burn all the oil in 20 minutes right?”
Yelsevre chuckled. “True.”
The cousins turned around once they heard someone shout once they tripped over a large log and exposed themselves. It was two cheetahs, one blue and one purple. They looked at the cousins and laughed meekly.
“Damn! We’re out aren’t we?”
“Oh, look: A furry for each of us.”
“Wh-what do you mean by a furry—”
Both reptiles bent over and bit down on the two felines, quickly tilting their heads back up and swallowing the cheetahs so quickly they were in their bellies in almost five seconds flat. Ulsevre belched again while his cousin hiccupped and held his tummy.
“AH, THAT WAS GOOD!!” said Yelsevre.
“Let’s find some more.”
Elsewhere, a red rabbit was busy hiding behind a tree, holding her mouth shut to prevent herself from giggling too much and exposing her position. The rabbit felt something wet drip down on her head and looked on her shoulders to see odd fluids drip down onto her fur. The rabbit felt something warm lingering around her fur and looked up.
“Huh?”
Michel was hanging above a branch in the tree the rabbit was standing under, slowly opening his mouth and edging her way down to the bunny. When the rabbit looked up, she was shocked to realize she was looking right into his mouth, staring into his throat and wobbling uvula. Her shout was cut off once Michel fell to the ground and flipped back over so he was sitting down and the rabbit’s paw was hanging out of his mouth. Michel slurped the rabbit down and gulped before he stood back up and continued to search for more succulent furries.
“What do you say Choko? I take the puppy, you take the tiger?”
“C’mon Charlie, you eat the dogs all the time! Let me get a nibble every once in a while!”
“It’s Thanksgiving. You’re supposed to be thankful of what you receive remember? Shouldn’t you be happy that you get to eat today anyway?”
“That’s true. I must admit, tigers don’t taste as bland as dogs do anyway.”
The twins stared at each other briefly before turning towards the captured furries and smiling devilishly.
“Don’t-don’t we get a-a-a say in this?!” asked the yellow tiger.
“Yes. You get the pleasure of spending the last seconds of your lives resting inside our warm, soggy bellies, digesting in our stomach juices until you’re nothing but pure gas and waste. You have a lot to be thankful for.”
The tiger tried to run away from the hyenas, but Choko quickly grabbed the feline by the left ear and yanked him back, opening his maw and biting down on the tiger’s head. He tilter his head up and tried to subdue the tiger by sliding him down his throat, but the tiger was fighting back, thrashing his claws around inside his throat. Choko coughed loudly and almost spat out blood, but he bit down hard until he heard a loud pop. The tiger was suddenly lifeless and paralyzed from the neck down. With nothing to fight against, Choko swallowed the feline whole. The red hyena looked to his left and noticed his brother had just finished voring the canine.
“You know what we need?”
“Mustard?”
“…I was gonna say mayonnaise, but I like the way you’re thinking!”
Elsewhere, Teri had her snake-like tongue wrapped around a possum with stripes all over her body. She liked to eat her prey like a snake, slowly suffocating her victim just before she went over and started to engulf her food from the head down. The purple dragon hissed in the possum’s ear before chucking softly and opening her mouth.
“Don’t worry my little treat…it’ll all be over soon.”
Teri opened her mouth and placed her teeth around the possum’s scalp, drooling and slobbering all over her head. She slowly moved her maw down and her mouth began to cover the possum’s eyes. She slithered down a little more until the neck was covered, and pretty soon half the possum’s body was gone. Teri threw her head back and ceased trying to force the animal down her throat, letting the possum slowly glide down. She murred and laughed softly before she had the possum encased by her esophagus. The dragon swallowed the possum completely and looked down at her large round belly, sitting on the ground and picking her teeth of any fur from the possum.
All around the park, furries were being vored left and right, some hard and some soft. Choko and Charlie were busy swallowing another group of tigers, Hallowan was busy devouring a wolf paws first since the paws were so tasty, Eddy was hard-voring a rat, the killer whales were all eating a third of a panther, Shari and Zenny were busy tossing furries into the air and swallowing them like popcorn chicken whole, and so on and so forth. As the population grew thinner and thinner, the Sanderson thugs grew fatter and fatter. It had only been one hour and they vored well over 50 furries without any trouble, and was still hungry for more. It was baffling that Elrick and Perry were still alive and well. The fox terrier and skunk were busy trying to find their way over to the streetlight with the giant clock hanging on it.
“You wanna know what’s weird?” asked Perry.
“What?”
“There’s over 100 furries in this park and we’ve yet to find anybody heading for the safe zone or has fallen into the kill zone.”
“That’s a good thing. We’re so awesome at hiding that we can’t find anyone ourselves.”
Perry stared at Elrick. “What?!”
“I don’t know; I’m just rambling.”
As the furries were walking towards the safe zone, they heard panting from a distance and saw the cervine wearing the red and white sneakers run up to them and rest beside a tree, panting with his tongue hanging out.
“Whew!! How’s it going guys?”
“Believe it or not but this is actually getting a little boring.” said Perry.
“Yeah, all we’ve been doing is hiding and we haven’t seen anyone else except for you.”
“Lucky you. Those guys have been chasing me for the past 15 minutes.”
“Chasing you? I thought if they see you, you’re out.” asked the terrier.
“No, they gotta tag you first; I’ve been running like hell.”
“Oh.” said Elrick.
“Hey is it weird if they chase you with forks in their hands?”
“Why?”
“Cause one of them looked like they were trying to eat me. Freaky right?”
“I guess they mistook you for the turkey.” joked Perry.
“Yeah…”
“Hey guys! I found the safe zone!”
Perry and the deer followed Elrick over a trail of thick bushes and looked at a streetlight with the clock hanging from it. One furry, a possum wearing a navy blue sweater, was standing next to it whistling to himself.
“Okay, let’s head for the light.”
As the cervine began to walk over the bushes, Perry grabbed his arm and held him back.
“Wait a second…”
The grizzly bear Dutch quietly walked over to the streetlight and stood next to the possum.
“You can’t touch me grizzle-face! I’m stuck in the safe zone! See?”
“Yeah…you’re real safe in here.”
Dutch walked over to the possum and poked his belly a couple of times, making him giggle once it jiggled and sloshed juices around.
“You’re very healthy for your age.”
“That’s what happens when you eat a hardy three-day meal and work out at the gymnasium. You get a lot of muscle…and fat unfortunately. But hey, I’d rather be fat and muscular than skinny.”
“I hear ya.”
Dutch grabbed the possum by his waist with both of his hands, lifting him into the air.
“What are you doing?”
Dutch opened his mouth and gradually lowered the animal towards his maw. The possum started screaming hysterically and tried to escape, but to no avail. Dutch bit down on his waist before he gulped the whole furry down, licking his lips and sighing with relief.
“Not as good eating them as a whole, but it is quite filling.”
Elrick, Perry and the cervine looked at the black bear with wide eyes before they hid back in the bushes once Dutch flared his nostrils and caught wind of Elrick’s skunk musk.
“Okay, I think I figured this out.”
Perry, Elrick and the cervine were busy sprinting down a stone pathway screaming and panting at the top of their lungs. They stopped briefly and hid underneath an arched bridge hanging over a shallow stream.
“Wait a second, why are we screaming?” asked the cervine.
“This isn’t a game of hide-and-seek! It’s a game of hide-and-eat!”
“Whuh?”
“They don’t want us to play a game. They want to play with us!”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Those guys in the leather jackets are playing with their food by having us hide in the park so they can find us!” said Elrick.
The cervine scratched his antlers.
“They want to hunt their food for the thrill of the chase.”
The deer cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
Perry slapped the deer and grabbed his shoulders.
“WE’RE THE FOOD!!”
“OH MY GOD!!”
“They didn’t come out here to host a competition; they came here to eat us like Jolly Ranchers!”
“But…you can’t swallow Jolly Ranchers whole without choking.”
“JESUS—kid, what’s your name?”
“Wyatt.”
“Wyatt, despite how dim-witted and severely obtuse you are, even you can understand that if we don’t get out of this park in the next few hours, we will die. Die, Wyatt, as in cease to exist, as in deceased, as in no longer living, as in—”
“I’m stupid, not mentally retarded.”
While Wyatt and Perry were busy bickering, a weird stench was flowing inside Elrick’s nose. He raised an eyebrow and looked all around to see if he found anything out of the ordinary. Being a skunk, he thought it was himself, so he sniffed under both of his arms. He then proceeded to exhale into his hand and smelled his breath. However, that wasn’t the smell either.
“Do any of you guys smell halitosis?”
“Don’t go looking at me! I brushed my teeth this morning.” said Perry.
“So did I.”
“Then what—”
As Elrick was talking, Perry and Wyatt looked above Elrick and saw a set of teeth coming down over Elrick’s head, followed by small puffs of breath and some drool. Elrick looked at his shoulders and arms and noticed they were covered in saliva. The terrier yanked the skunk by the muzzle and threw himself backwards just as Poliscen came crashing down to the stream. He sat back up and shook his fur dry before flapping his wings clean of water. The brown bat turned around and snarled once he saw his three meals standing under the bridge.
“Oh, yummy. Live prey.” he hissed slowly.
“We should run now.”
The three furries turned around and screamed when they saw the other bat, Wesley, who was about a foot or two taller than all three of them, blocking their path. Wesley opened his maw and lunged towards Perry, narrowly missing his head when the terrier dived out of the way and entered a crawlspace in the bridge. Wyatt quickly followed his path, kicking Poliscen in the face once he grabbed his leg and tried to pull him back out. Elrick on the other hand, was caught by his ears by Wesley, who quickly threw him against the wall underneath the bridge. The two bats cornered him.
“I’ve never eaten a skunk before Wesley. I wonder what they taste like?”
“With the foul air you’re expelling from your maw, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve eaten dozens of skunks by now!”
“Shut up!” said Poliscen, kicking Elrick in the face.
The skunk quickly scurried over to a dark, small corner under another section of the bridge and started to whine, hoping none of the bats would get to him. Eventually, they cornered him again, with Wesley descending down over to the skunk.
“I like skunks. I like to eat ‘em!!” growled Wesley with a smile on his face.
Elrick looked across the underside of the bridge and saw Perry, who apparently just cut his hand on glass and was now bleeding profusely. Being a hemaphobic, Elrick yelped and turned around to avoid looking at the red goo. The skunk got so scared of blood that he wound up spraying both bats in their eyes, making them both snarl and growl with pain and hold their eyes. This was all part of Perry’s plan.
“C’mon, follow me!”
“But-but-but you cut—you cut your hand Perry!”
“Just shut up and follow me.”
Elrick began to whimper and whine once Perry touched him with his maimed hand and started to drag him through the crawlspace. The bats recovered from their stinky encounter and wiped their now burning eyes clean.
“Shit. Where’d they go?!”
Poliscen looked down and saw a trail of green thick liquid on the ground leading through the crawlspace. It was Elrick’s skunk oil.
“THERE!!”
Poliscen and Wesley went into the crawlspace and began to follow the trail.
Perry, Elrick and Wyatt appeared from the crawlspace in the bridge and started running towards the gates of the park. Perry kicked on the gates and expected them to open, but they had been locked from the outside.
“Aw man! They locked us in!”
“Thank you Mr. Palpable.”
“My name’s Wyatt!”
Perry sighed and pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“How are we going to get out of here? Did anyone bring a cellphone?”
“Mine broke.”
“How?”
“I—”
“Nevermind; you’re gonna say a paradox. Uh…Elrick, don’t you have a cousin who lives in this park?”
“Why?”
“You told me you have a relative who went bankrupt and started living in the national park.”
“No, he lives in an abandoned subway now.”
“So what now?”
“Perhaps we should find the helicopter they have resting near the edge of the park.” suggested Wyatt.
“They have a helicopter just resting in the middle of a park?”
“Yep! At least that’s what the mayor said. Remember when he hosted the red-tape ceremony?”
“You’re right. There’s a helicopter that gives furries rides to the countryside or the police station.”
“Do you know how to fly?” asked Elrick.
“Does playing Ace Combat count as flying?”
Elsewhere, all the gang members were busy sitting down on the ground with their bellies stuffed to the brim with furries. They were all bloated and happy, now that all of the furries were resting inside their tummies and digesting very slowly. They were sitting in a circle and blocking a portion of the pathway, relaxing and wiggling their toes.
“The food was exceptionally good this year Boss.” said Drevr.
Hallowan responded by burping. “Apparently all the furries in this town have no problem not taking baths. You’d be surprised how well paws taste when no one washes them for two months. They’re all cheesy and soft—”
“You know I’m lactose-intolerant right?” asked Ferklu.
“Besides, how do you think we feel having to smell your dirty feet everyday? I can’t even imagine what they taste like!” said Kil.
“What I really love was how that sushi tasted. Nothing better than eating a bunch of sharks.” growled Davis.
“If anything, I’m surprised that all of you are so nonchalant about cannibalism.” said Shari.
“All meat is meat. That’s the motto I live by.”
“Exactly. Why question what’s inside what you’re eating when you can just eat it?” said Hallowan.
“You do get to have more fun with your prey if you know what it is. Last I checked, you can’t play with a rat’s tail the same way you can with a tiger’s.” said Garsonov.
“That is also true.”
Eddy laughed loudly. “Remember when I grabbed the dolphin and strung him by his tail before I bit down on his scalp and ripped out his brain?!”
“Meh, I’m not one for hard vore. All the blood and organs splattering everywhere—that just ain’t for me.” said Yelsevre.
“Yeah, but you get to season the furry with its own blood after you rip out its entrails.” said Eddy, smiling widely.
“You know what I also love? The time—”
Ulsevre interrupted the conversation by letting out a small belch. His cousin giggled softly and nudged him on the shoulder.
“Good one!”
He belched again and patted his belly. His cousin Yelsevre responded by belching in his ear and chuckled along with him. Some of the other gang members began to join in.
“Hey Narrin?”
“What?”
Poliscen opened his mouth wide and belched right in the dragon’s nose, compelling him to groan with disgust and wave a hand in front of his nose.
“UGH!! You really need to brush!”
“But if I do that, then I’ll have nothing that makes me stand out from the group.”
“I thought you didn’t brush your teeth because you were too lazy to?” asked Favian.
“That too.”
“Zenny what would happen if I tapped your belly?” asked Choko, swatting the fox like his hand was a fly swatter.
The fox growled at the red hyena and revealed his teeth. Choko decided to be a jackass and started flicking his rotund belly with his finger. The hyena threw his head back and started laughing before he fell on his back and began to roll around on the ground. Choko stopped laughing once he heard loud trumpeting and felt warm air brush across his face.
“What the hell was that?”
“I’ve no idea.” lied the fox.
“Hmm…”
As Choko turned his head to find the source of the disturbance, Zenny leaned over so his butt was aimed at the hyena. When the gas arrived at his anus, he let it out, passing more gas in Choko’s direction. Choko sat back up and looked at Zenny, who began to laugh as much as Choko was a minute ago. The hyena plugged his nose and started groaning from the stench of the fart.
“I know that was you Zenny! You’re the only who has gas that smells like that!”
“What about Ferklu or Hallowan?”
“Hallowan’s farts smell somewhat cheesy and Ferklu’s smell—”
Zenny leaned over again and farted next to the hyena, farting so hard he fell over due to his weight. Choko recovered from the smell and growled at the wolf, shortly before he felt some intestinal gas of his own.
“Okay, if that’s the way you wanna play it…”
Choko stood up and lifted his tail, bending over a little bit so his ass was almost in Zenny’s face. The hyena farted in the fox’s face, polluting his olfactory senses and warming his head with detestable gas. Zenny tried to block his face with his arm and turned away from his ass, but it was no use. After Choko was done passing gas, he whacked Zenny in the face with his tail and laughed.
“PHEW!! How many furries did you eat?!”
“Twelve.”
“Okay, let’s do this!!”
Zenny was about to fart in Choko’s face once they both heard loud rumbling from beyond and realized another fart was seeping out a furry’s butt hole. It wasn’t as loud or as violent as Zenny’s or Choko’s, but the smell was more malodorous than anything. Both of them looked straight ahead and noticed Eddy was chuckling and had his tail raised.
“Think of it this way: if you hard vore someone, it’ll increase the smell of your gas.”
“Not true!” said Dutch.
The black grizzly bear turned around and leaned forward as though he were about to touch his toes. As he leaned more and more forward, he expelled more flatulence from his funky black rear. The gang looked at Dutch’s pants and noticed that a small wet spot was emitting on the seat, indicating that his gas was a little wet and bubbly. The bear finished off his fart by making a fist and lifting his tail, blowing out a messy, squishy fart. The bear sighed heavily and fanned the smell away from his buttocks.
“You gotta go to the bathroom Grizzle Face?”
“Yeah, it sounded like you sharted yourself.” said Shari.
“You wanna come take a peek for me?”
“NO!!” everyone shouted.
The gang all knew that Dutch was incontinent and knew his butt would occasionally leak. However, sometimes, when he had a bad case of flatulence, he’d fart so hard he’d crap his pants. Judging by the smell, he probably did, but the gang never went anywhere near Dutch’s boxers. Everyone looked down and noticed their stomachs were growling loudly and their victims resting in their colons were still groggily thrashing around, attempting to survive the digestion procedure. But now…all the furries would be nothing more than smelly gas. The gang looked at each other and chuckled evilly, prepared to engage in a raucous, smelly gas competition that would leave its toll on the park. Shari kicked Narrin to the ground before sitting on his face and smiling widely. The dragon leaned to the left a little bit and let out several short, but strong smelling farts from her rear. Narrin was quite a fan of her flatulence and was part of the reason why he joined the gang in the first place. Narrin would usually smile and inhale, before knocking her off and pinning her to the ground.
“Narrin you know I don’t like your stinky dragon farts!”
“You better learn to like it.”
Narrin sat on the back of her head and patted his bulging scaly belly, sighing with relief once a large concentration of fetid wind broke through his butt hole with a loud trumpeting sound. His farts sounded weird, like stroking a balloon with your fingers. They didn’t stink too badly, but the smell of Narrin’s unwashed hide made his flatulence stink four times as much, which is why Shari never liked having his rump hanging over her head. Even with pants on, she could still smell his funky ass.
“I bet you cetaceans that my farts could blow all three of you down at the same time!” dared Davis.
The trio of whales looked at each other before staring at Davis and accepting his challenge.
“YOU’RE ON!!” they all said in unison.
Kil, Drevr, and Garsonov stood next to each other and bent over with their tails raised. Davis did the same, aiming his buttocks at the whales in the same fashion. All of them groaned as their stomachs bubbled and began to break wind, forcing two separate clouds of gas to collide with each other like two rams head-butting each other. The cloud coming from Davis’ butt wasn’t too smelly, but it was definitely loud. The smell from the whales’ butts was a very different story. With all three of their powers combined, their farts smelled so horrid one of the trees began to wither and all of the remaining leaves fall to the ground and die. And yet, Davis seemed to be handling himself quite well against the whales. The whales were sweating and practically widening their asses as much as possible while Davis was simply grunting with fists made. The shark bent over a little more and increased his farting power, overwhelming the three whales and flipping them over so they landed on their backs. Davis turned around and started laughing at their failure.
“You know something’s wrong if one shark can overpower three whales’ farts!!” shouted Davis.
Beyond the circle of farting Sanderson thugs were Perry, Elrick, and Wyatt, who were currently observing them on the peak of a grassy hill, making sure to conceal themselves so they wouldn’t see.
“P.U.!! Why does it stink so much over here?!” said Wyatt with a shirt hanging over his nose.
“Gee maybe it’s because of the giant fart-fest?”
“I’ve been in several fart-fests and they’ve never smelled this horrible!”
“I like the smell of flatulence. Kinda shows the manly side of furries, y’know? Shows you’re not afraid of what other furries think of you. Honestly, if they weren’t trying to eat us, I’d run down there and join them.” said Perry.
“What about you Elrick?”
“I’m a skunk.”
“Right. Well, while I try to ignore the extremely stinky stomach gases, how do we get to the chopper?”
Elrick and Perry shrugged. “They’re blocking the path. We’re just gonna have to wait until they leave or run out of gas.”
“What if they catch wind of us?”
“Trust me, with all this flatulence flowing in the air, they won’t be able to smell anything besides ass and the air that comes out of them.”
Wyatt groaned and plugged his nose while Perry and Elrick squatted on the hill, stealthily sniffing the wind from afar.
“Hey Michel! Pull my finger!” said Charlie, extending a finger.
“If you were going to think of a practical fart joke, don’t you think you should use something a little less obvious?”
“Okay…put your finger in my left ear.”
“What?”
“You heard me!”
The dragon cocked an eyebrow before he slowly edged his finger inside Charlie’s ear. Out of nowhere, he raised his tail and passed gas.
“What the—”
Michel took out his finger. “Why’d you stop? I thought you wanted me to fart!”
“It’s just…how the hell do you fart when a finger goes in your ear?”
“It’s only my left ear. When I was young, I was diagnosed with a weird mutation where a nerve in my ear is connected to my bowels motions. Choko’s jealous that he can’t do it though.”
“Huh?”
“Bottom line: My left ear is sensitive and if someone sticks their finger in their, I pass gas. If you go far enough, I’ll involuntarily lose control of my bowels.”
“Sounds invigorating. Now…”
Michel stuck his finger inside the hyena’s ear and he raised his tail automatically and began to pass gas. It sounded like a balloon deflating into a paint can and smelled like stale butter and mayonnaise, a very rare and complex combination.
“Damn, I think I just squirted out some hyena butter.”
“Ew!!”
“Hey, Teri! Which one of us has the better reeking fart? Me or Poliscen?”
“As a dragon, a species who probably has the worst smelling farts besides a skunk, I doubt either one of you has a foul-smelling fart. However…Wesley eats skunks.”
“But I have halitosis!”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“How’s ‘bout we put our farts where our noses are?” suggested Wesley.
“Okay. Go!!”
Both bats bent over and farted in Teri’s face, who had to shield herself from the gas entering her eyes. Both of them had their own special technique and quality that made their farts reek. Wesley had his hands pressing against his knees as he bent over and his farts smelled like rotten deviled eggs and pickles. Poliscen had his eyes shut with two fists made and was leaning a little to the left. His farts were louder than Wesley’s, but the smell was tame, only reeking of charred meat. After they were done passing gas, they stood back up and looked at Teri, who had her nose covered with both hands.
“I’m gonna have to go with Wesley. But if you really wanna smell a rank fart, take a gander at this.”
Teri turned around and got on all fours, raising her tail as her stomach churned before passing a bubbling amount of flatulence. Wesley had to cover his face with his winged arms and Poliscen was busy trying to block out the odor. Amazingly, his breath smelled just as bad if not worse then Teri’s gas. The only reptiles in the gang besides the dragons, Ulsevre, Yelsevre, and Eddy, were lying on their stomachs forcing all of the gas to their anus while Hallowan and his main cronies, Ferklu and Zenny were lying on the ground behind them. The reptiles raised their thick scaly tails and blew airy, but extremely noxious and fetid gas in their noses. The smells of it made all three of them retch loudly and Ferklu even had to excuse himself to go retreat behind a trail of bushes where the air was fresher and clean. However, he soon came back and turned around, along with Hallowan and Zenny.
“Your turn!”
Ulsevre, Yelsevre and Eddy turned around with their noses near the foxes and wolf’s butts and waited until they lifted their hairy tails and blew repugnant wind from their anuses and into the scalies’ noses. The smell wasn’t as strong as the scalies’ were, but it was louder and a helluva lot more obnoxious, which was something the scalies didn’t enjoy. They weren’t too pleased with the bombastic trumpeting of flatulence and paid more attention to the odor and strength of it. The wolf and foxes stopped for a brief moment to grunt some more, but after that, they broke more wind, slowly sliding the scalies backwards with the force of the backwind and expelling more foul repugnant air for eleven seconds. Everyone abruptly turned around with their tails raised in a circle, prepared to fart at each other simultaneously. To add on to the abysmal stench, Michel and Favian were flapping their wings and hovering above the gang, their butts aimed straight for the ground.
“One…”
“Two…”
“THREE!!”
As Michel and Favian expelled flatus from their anus, the group huddled around in the circle below all farted at the same time. The sound of the flatulence was so loud a few planks in a nearby shack broke apart and cracked. The strength was so strong that a carousel sitting idly by in the park began to spin slowly. The odor was so foul that many neighboring plants, trees and flowers withered up and died almost instantly. The fact that Wyatt hadn’t thrown up yet and the fact that Perry and Elrick hadn’t gotten “too excited” was an enigma.
“GOD THAT SMELLS SO FOUL!!” complained Wyatt.
“Just imagine if these guys had asses the size of Jupiter.” said Elrick.
“I think I’d die of bliss.” said Perry.
“You guys are weird.”
“Says the guy who thought his name was Mr. Palpable.”
About an hour later, the gas had subsided and the gang cleared out of the park, knowing most of the furries were now resting inside their bellies or were expelled from their butts in an odorous way. Perry, Wyatt, and Elrick managed to get to the chopper without being seen and, with much assistance from the terrier and skunk, flew away. The Sanderson Gang also got away, leaving the city of Furtopia with their bellies big and their mouths full of furry flavor.
And the same thing would happen again next Thanksgiving.
Thanks to
Scaleyvore who helped me come up with the idea. XDCONTAINS MASSIVE POST-VORE FARTING!!!
Every Thanksgiving, furries have something to be grateful for. Whether it’s the mates that they’re currently bonding with, the family that dearly cherishes them, all the wondrous things that have happened to them in their lives, or just because they’re still alive, there wasn’t something a furry wasn’t happy to enjoy or be proud of. More in particular, there wasn’t something The Sanderson Gang wasn’t grateful of during Thanksgiving…and that was food. Heaping pounds of food that stuffed them to the gill until their stomachs exploded with bliss. Every year (and whenever they were starving) they would venture out into Furtopia and have a massive feast for every furry involved. Of course, by feast…they mean a smorgasbord of furries big and small. A large majority of the group was cannibals and the ones who weren’t pretty much devoured any species they could except for their own. All members of the gang wore the same clothing: dark green leather jackets and grey jeans. Some of them had their jackets open, some had them zipped up, and some had a shirt underneath or would be showing their abs. None of them wore any shoes and a few wore finger-less gloves matching their jackets. All of them were of different species, and all of them had teeth that could cut through steel and bellies that could almost hold the same capacity of a Yoshi. And like always, they had a strong, voracious appetite. Only 20 of them were in Furtopia at the moment, but the Sanderson Gang was spread throughout the world, venturing from city to city like nomads, hunting for more prey. Two of them were red hyenas, both twins, named Charlie and Choko. Five of them were dragons. Two were light blue, one was purple, and the other two were green. The green ones were named Narrin and Favian, the purple one was named Teri, and the blue ones were Michel and Shari. One was a black grizzly bear named Dutch. Three were killer whales named Kil, Drevr, and Garsonov. One of course was a shark, a tiger shark to be exact, named Davis. Two were bats—one brown one red—named Poliscen and Wesley. One was a yellow and blue striped raptor named Eddy. One was an orange alligator named Ulsevre, alongside his crocodile cousin Yelsevre. Two were foxes with yellow fur and black paws and hands whose names were Ferklu and Zenny. And lastly, the leader of this coalition in Furtopia was a jet black wolf named Hallowan.
Right now, a horde of furries were inside a local park in the city, all huddled around a stage platform waiting for The Sanderson Gang to arrive. In the middle of this celebration, were Perry and his skunk friend Elrick. The fox terrier canine was only wearing a pair of blue shorts at the moment, talking to his fetid friend about the events that would ensue later that day.
“So what are we doing to day buddy?” asked Elrick.
“I hear these guys hold an annual game of hide-and-seek and whoever wins gets a free turkey!”
“But we’ve already eaten so much today!”
“If you don’t want any turkey, we can always donate it to charity or give it to some of my friends who haven’t celebrated Thanksgiving yet. I know of a certain someone who’d love a large turkey…”
Perry drifted off and began to daydream about the old raccoon Irvin, whose penis he groped after meeting him on a bus stop. It turns out that Irvin wasn’t such a bad coon and he was very, very friendly.
“You sure you don’t want the bird all for yourself?”
Perry leaned over and passed some gas before sighing with relief and patting his stomach twice.
“If that doesn’t smell like a full stomach, I don’t know what does.” he chuckled.
“Hehe, if you think that’s a full belly, take a whiff of this!”
Elrick turned around and lifted his tail, ready to let out a whopper fart. Perry quickly jumped out of the way to avoid a repeat from last time, and waited for the nudist to fart. But like many skunks, he sprayed his skunk oil simultaneously, which meant a green mist of stinky fluids began to soar into the air. A couple of furries out in the distance groaned with disgust and moved away from the smell, plugging their noses.
“You mind putting some clothes on buddy?!”
“If you don’t like what you see, don’t look.” said Elrick.
Perry and Elrick resumed walking towards the stadium and stood next to the huddle of furries, waiting for the announcer to show his face.
“So is this like, a regular thing?” asked Perry.
“I honestly have no idea. I just want to eat that turkey!” said a cervine wearing a t-shirt, jeans and red and white sneakers.
“Oh…it looks like its already been seasoned with Cajun spices too! Man, I wouldn’t mind getting a bite of that hunk of poultry.”
Perry eyeballed the turkey and his mouth began to water and he began to spill drool all over his left paw.
“Earth to Perry?” asked Elrick, snapping his fingers in front of his face.
“Whuh? Oh, sorry.”
As the onlookers were waiting, Hallowan walked on stage and showed his face to the crowd, encouraging loud clapping and applause. The black wolf smiled widely, showing his white razor-sharp teeth, and walked over to the microphone.
“As you are all aware of, today is Thanksgiving, the day where furries all around are thankful for all the blessings that they receive. However, just because today is a day of celebrating thanks, doesn’t mean we can’t have a little competition, right?”
“Competition?” asked Perry.
“That’s right. A little ‘tournament’ if you will. You’ve all played a game of Hide-and-Seek before right?”
Everyone in the audience groaned, forcing Hallowan to raise a hand.
“Trust me, it’s a wonderful game. All of you furries have this whole park to hide around while we try to find you before dark. If we don’t find you, you win. However if we do find you, you lose.”
“So we basically spend the rest of the day hiding from you?”
“Not just me, my cohorts as well.”
Hallowan made a gesture and his cronies appeared from behind the stage, staring into the crowd and smiling slyly. They were desperately trying to hold back their hunger and weren’t trying to spoil the surprise to the gang. Although a few of them weren’t able to do so.
“They all look so…burly.” said the cervine who talked to Perry.
“Do not be afraid of their appearances. They just look like they can crack a diamond with their skulls, but in reality, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Then why is the hyena staring at me like a meat snack?”
Hallowan looked to his left and saw the red hyena Charlie staring at the cervine with a wicked smile spread across his face and drool moistening his lips.
“Oh, he’s just a little coarse.”
“Coarse?”
“Anyway, the rules are you can’t leave the park until the game is over. If you are in the safe zone, you can not be out, even if we tag you. However the second you leave the safe zone, you’re vulnerable. And, as our latest feature, we’ve installed a kill zone.”
“Kill zone?”
“That’s right. If you want to sabotage fellow furries and draw them into a trap so we can tag them, feel free to do so.” he chuckled.
“That sounds seemingly devious.” said another conniving furry.
“Indeed it is. Now when I say go, you all have 20 seconds to go find a good hiding spot before we start looking for you. The safe zone is the streetlight with a clock on it in the middle of the park and the kill zones are any traps you can find that we’ve provided for you.”
Hallowan dug in his pocket and held out a handgun, pointing it into the air.
“And…GO!!” he shouted, firing off a shot.
Perry and Elrick sprinted down a tiled sidewalk and began to cut through a field of trees. The skunk and terrier stayed aligned with each other while many of the other furries were only out for themselves.
“Can we still donate a turkey to charity if I nibble on it?”
“Knowing you Perry, you’d tear half the bird apart before realizing you were maiming the whole thing with your teeth. If I let you nibble on it, you’re gonna eat the whole thing.”
“That isn’t true!”
“Remember when I gave you that giant cookie to nibble on that was for my friend?”
“…I ate it.”
“Remember that Cajun chicken burger my Dad said you could nibble?”
“…I ate it.”
“Remember the toilet when I left the lid open?”
“…I drank out of it.”
“See a pattern here?”
Perry sighed. “Okay, I won’t eat the turkey.”
“Don’t you mean nibble?”
“Shut up.”
Perry and Elrick stopped running briefly and turned around to stop and take a breather. They placed their hands on a tree and rested against it.
“Has it been 20 seconds yet?”
“Yes.”
“Then I suppose we should go find that streetlight before those hosts find us.”
“We just started the game! I doubt they’ll be able to spot us that fast!”
“All those animals have a keen sense of smell and your skunk scent can be smelled a mile away—literally. Of course, I can always mask your scent with tomato juice—”
“NEVER!!!!”
Hallowan was busy looking at his watch and after the second hand hit the number 20, he smiled evilly and chuckled.
“Okay boys…let’s go play.”
“HEY!!” shouted Shari and Teri.
Hallowan sighed. “And girls.”
Everyone got on all fours and started running on the ground, snarling with drool falling out the corner of their mouths. Once a furry’s scent was locked into their nostrils, they headed straight for the source. Whenever a Sanderson thug had your scent trapped inside his or hers brain, you were fucked. The only thing you could do to save yourself was arm yourself with a weapon, or find a way to mask your scent. Right now, Ulsevre was busy crawling against a ground sniffing out a wolf who was shielded by large bush. The wolf hiding giggled and rustled a few leaves.
“Those guys will never find me here.”
“Boo.”
The wolf gasped with shock and turned around to see the large, orange gator in the jacket. He sighed with frustration and rolled his eyes.
“Aww maaaaannn! Guess I’m out right?”
The gator chuckled and smiled. “Actually…you’re in.”
“What?”
Ulsevre opened his maw and bent over to bite down on the wolf, engulfing half of his body. Once the gator veered back up, the wolf was half-hanging outside of his maw, thrashing his legs and tail around and screaming inside his mouth. Ulsevre tipped his head backwards and let the wolf slide down his neck smoothly until he was moving down his esophagus. The gator gulped loudly and very hard before he felt the furry splash down in his stomach fluids. He looked down and noticed his stomach had grown in diameter, bulging beyond his belt-line.
“Mmm!! You taste good for a hairy beast! UUURRRP!!”
“I see you’ve had your fill Ulsevre.” said his cousin Yelsevre.
“Not a chance! I can fit another four or five furries in my gut before I collapse! No point in filling the tank if you burn all the oil in 20 minutes right?”
Yelsevre chuckled. “True.”
The cousins turned around once they heard someone shout once they tripped over a large log and exposed themselves. It was two cheetahs, one blue and one purple. They looked at the cousins and laughed meekly.
“Damn! We’re out aren’t we?”
“Oh, look: A furry for each of us.”
“Wh-what do you mean by a furry—”
Both reptiles bent over and bit down on the two felines, quickly tilting their heads back up and swallowing the cheetahs so quickly they were in their bellies in almost five seconds flat. Ulsevre belched again while his cousin hiccupped and held his tummy.
“AH, THAT WAS GOOD!!” said Yelsevre.
“Let’s find some more.”
Elsewhere, a red rabbit was busy hiding behind a tree, holding her mouth shut to prevent herself from giggling too much and exposing her position. The rabbit felt something wet drip down on her head and looked on her shoulders to see odd fluids drip down onto her fur. The rabbit felt something warm lingering around her fur and looked up.
“Huh?”
Michel was hanging above a branch in the tree the rabbit was standing under, slowly opening his mouth and edging her way down to the bunny. When the rabbit looked up, she was shocked to realize she was looking right into his mouth, staring into his throat and wobbling uvula. Her shout was cut off once Michel fell to the ground and flipped back over so he was sitting down and the rabbit’s paw was hanging out of his mouth. Michel slurped the rabbit down and gulped before he stood back up and continued to search for more succulent furries.
“What do you say Choko? I take the puppy, you take the tiger?”
“C’mon Charlie, you eat the dogs all the time! Let me get a nibble every once in a while!”
“It’s Thanksgiving. You’re supposed to be thankful of what you receive remember? Shouldn’t you be happy that you get to eat today anyway?”
“That’s true. I must admit, tigers don’t taste as bland as dogs do anyway.”
The twins stared at each other briefly before turning towards the captured furries and smiling devilishly.
“Don’t-don’t we get a-a-a say in this?!” asked the yellow tiger.
“Yes. You get the pleasure of spending the last seconds of your lives resting inside our warm, soggy bellies, digesting in our stomach juices until you’re nothing but pure gas and waste. You have a lot to be thankful for.”
The tiger tried to run away from the hyenas, but Choko quickly grabbed the feline by the left ear and yanked him back, opening his maw and biting down on the tiger’s head. He tilter his head up and tried to subdue the tiger by sliding him down his throat, but the tiger was fighting back, thrashing his claws around inside his throat. Choko coughed loudly and almost spat out blood, but he bit down hard until he heard a loud pop. The tiger was suddenly lifeless and paralyzed from the neck down. With nothing to fight against, Choko swallowed the feline whole. The red hyena looked to his left and noticed his brother had just finished voring the canine.
“You know what we need?”
“Mustard?”
“…I was gonna say mayonnaise, but I like the way you’re thinking!”
Elsewhere, Teri had her snake-like tongue wrapped around a possum with stripes all over her body. She liked to eat her prey like a snake, slowly suffocating her victim just before she went over and started to engulf her food from the head down. The purple dragon hissed in the possum’s ear before chucking softly and opening her mouth.
“Don’t worry my little treat…it’ll all be over soon.”
Teri opened her mouth and placed her teeth around the possum’s scalp, drooling and slobbering all over her head. She slowly moved her maw down and her mouth began to cover the possum’s eyes. She slithered down a little more until the neck was covered, and pretty soon half the possum’s body was gone. Teri threw her head back and ceased trying to force the animal down her throat, letting the possum slowly glide down. She murred and laughed softly before she had the possum encased by her esophagus. The dragon swallowed the possum completely and looked down at her large round belly, sitting on the ground and picking her teeth of any fur from the possum.
All around the park, furries were being vored left and right, some hard and some soft. Choko and Charlie were busy swallowing another group of tigers, Hallowan was busy devouring a wolf paws first since the paws were so tasty, Eddy was hard-voring a rat, the killer whales were all eating a third of a panther, Shari and Zenny were busy tossing furries into the air and swallowing them like popcorn chicken whole, and so on and so forth. As the population grew thinner and thinner, the Sanderson thugs grew fatter and fatter. It had only been one hour and they vored well over 50 furries without any trouble, and was still hungry for more. It was baffling that Elrick and Perry were still alive and well. The fox terrier and skunk were busy trying to find their way over to the streetlight with the giant clock hanging on it.
“You wanna know what’s weird?” asked Perry.
“What?”
“There’s over 100 furries in this park and we’ve yet to find anybody heading for the safe zone or has fallen into the kill zone.”
“That’s a good thing. We’re so awesome at hiding that we can’t find anyone ourselves.”
Perry stared at Elrick. “What?!”
“I don’t know; I’m just rambling.”
As the furries were walking towards the safe zone, they heard panting from a distance and saw the cervine wearing the red and white sneakers run up to them and rest beside a tree, panting with his tongue hanging out.
“Whew!! How’s it going guys?”
“Believe it or not but this is actually getting a little boring.” said Perry.
“Yeah, all we’ve been doing is hiding and we haven’t seen anyone else except for you.”
“Lucky you. Those guys have been chasing me for the past 15 minutes.”
“Chasing you? I thought if they see you, you’re out.” asked the terrier.
“No, they gotta tag you first; I’ve been running like hell.”
“Oh.” said Elrick.
“Hey is it weird if they chase you with forks in their hands?”
“Why?”
“Cause one of them looked like they were trying to eat me. Freaky right?”
“I guess they mistook you for the turkey.” joked Perry.
“Yeah…”
“Hey guys! I found the safe zone!”
Perry and the deer followed Elrick over a trail of thick bushes and looked at a streetlight with the clock hanging from it. One furry, a possum wearing a navy blue sweater, was standing next to it whistling to himself.
“Okay, let’s head for the light.”
As the cervine began to walk over the bushes, Perry grabbed his arm and held him back.
“Wait a second…”
The grizzly bear Dutch quietly walked over to the streetlight and stood next to the possum.
“You can’t touch me grizzle-face! I’m stuck in the safe zone! See?”
“Yeah…you’re real safe in here.”
Dutch walked over to the possum and poked his belly a couple of times, making him giggle once it jiggled and sloshed juices around.
“You’re very healthy for your age.”
“That’s what happens when you eat a hardy three-day meal and work out at the gymnasium. You get a lot of muscle…and fat unfortunately. But hey, I’d rather be fat and muscular than skinny.”
“I hear ya.”
Dutch grabbed the possum by his waist with both of his hands, lifting him into the air.
“What are you doing?”
Dutch opened his mouth and gradually lowered the animal towards his maw. The possum started screaming hysterically and tried to escape, but to no avail. Dutch bit down on his waist before he gulped the whole furry down, licking his lips and sighing with relief.
“Not as good eating them as a whole, but it is quite filling.”
Elrick, Perry and the cervine looked at the black bear with wide eyes before they hid back in the bushes once Dutch flared his nostrils and caught wind of Elrick’s skunk musk.
“Okay, I think I figured this out.”
Perry, Elrick and the cervine were busy sprinting down a stone pathway screaming and panting at the top of their lungs. They stopped briefly and hid underneath an arched bridge hanging over a shallow stream.
“Wait a second, why are we screaming?” asked the cervine.
“This isn’t a game of hide-and-seek! It’s a game of hide-and-eat!”
“Whuh?”
“They don’t want us to play a game. They want to play with us!”
“I still don’t understand.”
“Those guys in the leather jackets are playing with their food by having us hide in the park so they can find us!” said Elrick.
The cervine scratched his antlers.
“They want to hunt their food for the thrill of the chase.”
The deer cocked an eyebrow. “What?”
Perry slapped the deer and grabbed his shoulders.
“WE’RE THE FOOD!!”
“OH MY GOD!!”
“They didn’t come out here to host a competition; they came here to eat us like Jolly Ranchers!”
“But…you can’t swallow Jolly Ranchers whole without choking.”
“JESUS—kid, what’s your name?”
“Wyatt.”
“Wyatt, despite how dim-witted and severely obtuse you are, even you can understand that if we don’t get out of this park in the next few hours, we will die. Die, Wyatt, as in cease to exist, as in deceased, as in no longer living, as in—”
“I’m stupid, not mentally retarded.”
While Wyatt and Perry were busy bickering, a weird stench was flowing inside Elrick’s nose. He raised an eyebrow and looked all around to see if he found anything out of the ordinary. Being a skunk, he thought it was himself, so he sniffed under both of his arms. He then proceeded to exhale into his hand and smelled his breath. However, that wasn’t the smell either.
“Do any of you guys smell halitosis?”
“Don’t go looking at me! I brushed my teeth this morning.” said Perry.
“So did I.”
“Then what—”
As Elrick was talking, Perry and Wyatt looked above Elrick and saw a set of teeth coming down over Elrick’s head, followed by small puffs of breath and some drool. Elrick looked at his shoulders and arms and noticed they were covered in saliva. The terrier yanked the skunk by the muzzle and threw himself backwards just as Poliscen came crashing down to the stream. He sat back up and shook his fur dry before flapping his wings clean of water. The brown bat turned around and snarled once he saw his three meals standing under the bridge.
“Oh, yummy. Live prey.” he hissed slowly.
“We should run now.”
The three furries turned around and screamed when they saw the other bat, Wesley, who was about a foot or two taller than all three of them, blocking their path. Wesley opened his maw and lunged towards Perry, narrowly missing his head when the terrier dived out of the way and entered a crawlspace in the bridge. Wyatt quickly followed his path, kicking Poliscen in the face once he grabbed his leg and tried to pull him back out. Elrick on the other hand, was caught by his ears by Wesley, who quickly threw him against the wall underneath the bridge. The two bats cornered him.
“I’ve never eaten a skunk before Wesley. I wonder what they taste like?”
“With the foul air you’re expelling from your maw, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve eaten dozens of skunks by now!”
“Shut up!” said Poliscen, kicking Elrick in the face.
The skunk quickly scurried over to a dark, small corner under another section of the bridge and started to whine, hoping none of the bats would get to him. Eventually, they cornered him again, with Wesley descending down over to the skunk.
“I like skunks. I like to eat ‘em!!” growled Wesley with a smile on his face.
Elrick looked across the underside of the bridge and saw Perry, who apparently just cut his hand on glass and was now bleeding profusely. Being a hemaphobic, Elrick yelped and turned around to avoid looking at the red goo. The skunk got so scared of blood that he wound up spraying both bats in their eyes, making them both snarl and growl with pain and hold their eyes. This was all part of Perry’s plan.
“C’mon, follow me!”
“But-but-but you cut—you cut your hand Perry!”
“Just shut up and follow me.”
Elrick began to whimper and whine once Perry touched him with his maimed hand and started to drag him through the crawlspace. The bats recovered from their stinky encounter and wiped their now burning eyes clean.
“Shit. Where’d they go?!”
Poliscen looked down and saw a trail of green thick liquid on the ground leading through the crawlspace. It was Elrick’s skunk oil.
“THERE!!”
Poliscen and Wesley went into the crawlspace and began to follow the trail.
Perry, Elrick and Wyatt appeared from the crawlspace in the bridge and started running towards the gates of the park. Perry kicked on the gates and expected them to open, but they had been locked from the outside.
“Aw man! They locked us in!”
“Thank you Mr. Palpable.”
“My name’s Wyatt!”
Perry sighed and pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“How are we going to get out of here? Did anyone bring a cellphone?”
“Mine broke.”
“How?”
“I—”
“Nevermind; you’re gonna say a paradox. Uh…Elrick, don’t you have a cousin who lives in this park?”
“Why?”
“You told me you have a relative who went bankrupt and started living in the national park.”
“No, he lives in an abandoned subway now.”
“So what now?”
“Perhaps we should find the helicopter they have resting near the edge of the park.” suggested Wyatt.
“They have a helicopter just resting in the middle of a park?”
“Yep! At least that’s what the mayor said. Remember when he hosted the red-tape ceremony?”
“You’re right. There’s a helicopter that gives furries rides to the countryside or the police station.”
“Do you know how to fly?” asked Elrick.
“Does playing Ace Combat count as flying?”
Elsewhere, all the gang members were busy sitting down on the ground with their bellies stuffed to the brim with furries. They were all bloated and happy, now that all of the furries were resting inside their tummies and digesting very slowly. They were sitting in a circle and blocking a portion of the pathway, relaxing and wiggling their toes.
“The food was exceptionally good this year Boss.” said Drevr.
Hallowan responded by burping. “Apparently all the furries in this town have no problem not taking baths. You’d be surprised how well paws taste when no one washes them for two months. They’re all cheesy and soft—”
“You know I’m lactose-intolerant right?” asked Ferklu.
“Besides, how do you think we feel having to smell your dirty feet everyday? I can’t even imagine what they taste like!” said Kil.
“What I really love was how that sushi tasted. Nothing better than eating a bunch of sharks.” growled Davis.
“If anything, I’m surprised that all of you are so nonchalant about cannibalism.” said Shari.
“All meat is meat. That’s the motto I live by.”
“Exactly. Why question what’s inside what you’re eating when you can just eat it?” said Hallowan.
“You do get to have more fun with your prey if you know what it is. Last I checked, you can’t play with a rat’s tail the same way you can with a tiger’s.” said Garsonov.
“That is also true.”
Eddy laughed loudly. “Remember when I grabbed the dolphin and strung him by his tail before I bit down on his scalp and ripped out his brain?!”
“Meh, I’m not one for hard vore. All the blood and organs splattering everywhere—that just ain’t for me.” said Yelsevre.
“Yeah, but you get to season the furry with its own blood after you rip out its entrails.” said Eddy, smiling widely.
“You know what I also love? The time—”
Ulsevre interrupted the conversation by letting out a small belch. His cousin giggled softly and nudged him on the shoulder.
“Good one!”
He belched again and patted his belly. His cousin Yelsevre responded by belching in his ear and chuckled along with him. Some of the other gang members began to join in.
“Hey Narrin?”
“What?”
Poliscen opened his mouth wide and belched right in the dragon’s nose, compelling him to groan with disgust and wave a hand in front of his nose.
“UGH!! You really need to brush!”
“But if I do that, then I’ll have nothing that makes me stand out from the group.”
“I thought you didn’t brush your teeth because you were too lazy to?” asked Favian.
“That too.”
“Zenny what would happen if I tapped your belly?” asked Choko, swatting the fox like his hand was a fly swatter.
The fox growled at the red hyena and revealed his teeth. Choko decided to be a jackass and started flicking his rotund belly with his finger. The hyena threw his head back and started laughing before he fell on his back and began to roll around on the ground. Choko stopped laughing once he heard loud trumpeting and felt warm air brush across his face.
“What the hell was that?”
“I’ve no idea.” lied the fox.
“Hmm…”
As Choko turned his head to find the source of the disturbance, Zenny leaned over so his butt was aimed at the hyena. When the gas arrived at his anus, he let it out, passing more gas in Choko’s direction. Choko sat back up and looked at Zenny, who began to laugh as much as Choko was a minute ago. The hyena plugged his nose and started groaning from the stench of the fart.
“I know that was you Zenny! You’re the only who has gas that smells like that!”
“What about Ferklu or Hallowan?”
“Hallowan’s farts smell somewhat cheesy and Ferklu’s smell—”
Zenny leaned over again and farted next to the hyena, farting so hard he fell over due to his weight. Choko recovered from the smell and growled at the wolf, shortly before he felt some intestinal gas of his own.
“Okay, if that’s the way you wanna play it…”
Choko stood up and lifted his tail, bending over a little bit so his ass was almost in Zenny’s face. The hyena farted in the fox’s face, polluting his olfactory senses and warming his head with detestable gas. Zenny tried to block his face with his arm and turned away from his ass, but it was no use. After Choko was done passing gas, he whacked Zenny in the face with his tail and laughed.
“PHEW!! How many furries did you eat?!”
“Twelve.”
“Okay, let’s do this!!”
Zenny was about to fart in Choko’s face once they both heard loud rumbling from beyond and realized another fart was seeping out a furry’s butt hole. It wasn’t as loud or as violent as Zenny’s or Choko’s, but the smell was more malodorous than anything. Both of them looked straight ahead and noticed Eddy was chuckling and had his tail raised.
“Think of it this way: if you hard vore someone, it’ll increase the smell of your gas.”
“Not true!” said Dutch.
The black grizzly bear turned around and leaned forward as though he were about to touch his toes. As he leaned more and more forward, he expelled more flatulence from his funky black rear. The gang looked at Dutch’s pants and noticed that a small wet spot was emitting on the seat, indicating that his gas was a little wet and bubbly. The bear finished off his fart by making a fist and lifting his tail, blowing out a messy, squishy fart. The bear sighed heavily and fanned the smell away from his buttocks.
“You gotta go to the bathroom Grizzle Face?”
“Yeah, it sounded like you sharted yourself.” said Shari.
“You wanna come take a peek for me?”
“NO!!” everyone shouted.
The gang all knew that Dutch was incontinent and knew his butt would occasionally leak. However, sometimes, when he had a bad case of flatulence, he’d fart so hard he’d crap his pants. Judging by the smell, he probably did, but the gang never went anywhere near Dutch’s boxers. Everyone looked down and noticed their stomachs were growling loudly and their victims resting in their colons were still groggily thrashing around, attempting to survive the digestion procedure. But now…all the furries would be nothing more than smelly gas. The gang looked at each other and chuckled evilly, prepared to engage in a raucous, smelly gas competition that would leave its toll on the park. Shari kicked Narrin to the ground before sitting on his face and smiling widely. The dragon leaned to the left a little bit and let out several short, but strong smelling farts from her rear. Narrin was quite a fan of her flatulence and was part of the reason why he joined the gang in the first place. Narrin would usually smile and inhale, before knocking her off and pinning her to the ground.
“Narrin you know I don’t like your stinky dragon farts!”
“You better learn to like it.”
Narrin sat on the back of her head and patted his bulging scaly belly, sighing with relief once a large concentration of fetid wind broke through his butt hole with a loud trumpeting sound. His farts sounded weird, like stroking a balloon with your fingers. They didn’t stink too badly, but the smell of Narrin’s unwashed hide made his flatulence stink four times as much, which is why Shari never liked having his rump hanging over her head. Even with pants on, she could still smell his funky ass.
“I bet you cetaceans that my farts could blow all three of you down at the same time!” dared Davis.
The trio of whales looked at each other before staring at Davis and accepting his challenge.
“YOU’RE ON!!” they all said in unison.
Kil, Drevr, and Garsonov stood next to each other and bent over with their tails raised. Davis did the same, aiming his buttocks at the whales in the same fashion. All of them groaned as their stomachs bubbled and began to break wind, forcing two separate clouds of gas to collide with each other like two rams head-butting each other. The cloud coming from Davis’ butt wasn’t too smelly, but it was definitely loud. The smell from the whales’ butts was a very different story. With all three of their powers combined, their farts smelled so horrid one of the trees began to wither and all of the remaining leaves fall to the ground and die. And yet, Davis seemed to be handling himself quite well against the whales. The whales were sweating and practically widening their asses as much as possible while Davis was simply grunting with fists made. The shark bent over a little more and increased his farting power, overwhelming the three whales and flipping them over so they landed on their backs. Davis turned around and started laughing at their failure.
“You know something’s wrong if one shark can overpower three whales’ farts!!” shouted Davis.
Beyond the circle of farting Sanderson thugs were Perry, Elrick, and Wyatt, who were currently observing them on the peak of a grassy hill, making sure to conceal themselves so they wouldn’t see.
“P.U.!! Why does it stink so much over here?!” said Wyatt with a shirt hanging over his nose.
“Gee maybe it’s because of the giant fart-fest?”
“I’ve been in several fart-fests and they’ve never smelled this horrible!”
“I like the smell of flatulence. Kinda shows the manly side of furries, y’know? Shows you’re not afraid of what other furries think of you. Honestly, if they weren’t trying to eat us, I’d run down there and join them.” said Perry.
“What about you Elrick?”
“I’m a skunk.”
“Right. Well, while I try to ignore the extremely stinky stomach gases, how do we get to the chopper?”
Elrick and Perry shrugged. “They’re blocking the path. We’re just gonna have to wait until they leave or run out of gas.”
“What if they catch wind of us?”
“Trust me, with all this flatulence flowing in the air, they won’t be able to smell anything besides ass and the air that comes out of them.”
Wyatt groaned and plugged his nose while Perry and Elrick squatted on the hill, stealthily sniffing the wind from afar.
“Hey Michel! Pull my finger!” said Charlie, extending a finger.
“If you were going to think of a practical fart joke, don’t you think you should use something a little less obvious?”
“Okay…put your finger in my left ear.”
“What?”
“You heard me!”
The dragon cocked an eyebrow before he slowly edged his finger inside Charlie’s ear. Out of nowhere, he raised his tail and passed gas.
“What the—”
Michel took out his finger. “Why’d you stop? I thought you wanted me to fart!”
“It’s just…how the hell do you fart when a finger goes in your ear?”
“It’s only my left ear. When I was young, I was diagnosed with a weird mutation where a nerve in my ear is connected to my bowels motions. Choko’s jealous that he can’t do it though.”
“Huh?”
“Bottom line: My left ear is sensitive and if someone sticks their finger in their, I pass gas. If you go far enough, I’ll involuntarily lose control of my bowels.”
“Sounds invigorating. Now…”
Michel stuck his finger inside the hyena’s ear and he raised his tail automatically and began to pass gas. It sounded like a balloon deflating into a paint can and smelled like stale butter and mayonnaise, a very rare and complex combination.
“Damn, I think I just squirted out some hyena butter.”
“Ew!!”
“Hey, Teri! Which one of us has the better reeking fart? Me or Poliscen?”
“As a dragon, a species who probably has the worst smelling farts besides a skunk, I doubt either one of you has a foul-smelling fart. However…Wesley eats skunks.”
“But I have halitosis!”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“How’s ‘bout we put our farts where our noses are?” suggested Wesley.
“Okay. Go!!”
Both bats bent over and farted in Teri’s face, who had to shield herself from the gas entering her eyes. Both of them had their own special technique and quality that made their farts reek. Wesley had his hands pressing against his knees as he bent over and his farts smelled like rotten deviled eggs and pickles. Poliscen had his eyes shut with two fists made and was leaning a little to the left. His farts were louder than Wesley’s, but the smell was tame, only reeking of charred meat. After they were done passing gas, they stood back up and looked at Teri, who had her nose covered with both hands.
“I’m gonna have to go with Wesley. But if you really wanna smell a rank fart, take a gander at this.”
Teri turned around and got on all fours, raising her tail as her stomach churned before passing a bubbling amount of flatulence. Wesley had to cover his face with his winged arms and Poliscen was busy trying to block out the odor. Amazingly, his breath smelled just as bad if not worse then Teri’s gas. The only reptiles in the gang besides the dragons, Ulsevre, Yelsevre, and Eddy, were lying on their stomachs forcing all of the gas to their anus while Hallowan and his main cronies, Ferklu and Zenny were lying on the ground behind them. The reptiles raised their thick scaly tails and blew airy, but extremely noxious and fetid gas in their noses. The smells of it made all three of them retch loudly and Ferklu even had to excuse himself to go retreat behind a trail of bushes where the air was fresher and clean. However, he soon came back and turned around, along with Hallowan and Zenny.
“Your turn!”
Ulsevre, Yelsevre and Eddy turned around with their noses near the foxes and wolf’s butts and waited until they lifted their hairy tails and blew repugnant wind from their anuses and into the scalies’ noses. The smell wasn’t as strong as the scalies’ were, but it was louder and a helluva lot more obnoxious, which was something the scalies didn’t enjoy. They weren’t too pleased with the bombastic trumpeting of flatulence and paid more attention to the odor and strength of it. The wolf and foxes stopped for a brief moment to grunt some more, but after that, they broke more wind, slowly sliding the scalies backwards with the force of the backwind and expelling more foul repugnant air for eleven seconds. Everyone abruptly turned around with their tails raised in a circle, prepared to fart at each other simultaneously. To add on to the abysmal stench, Michel and Favian were flapping their wings and hovering above the gang, their butts aimed straight for the ground.
“One…”
“Two…”
“THREE!!”
As Michel and Favian expelled flatus from their anus, the group huddled around in the circle below all farted at the same time. The sound of the flatulence was so loud a few planks in a nearby shack broke apart and cracked. The strength was so strong that a carousel sitting idly by in the park began to spin slowly. The odor was so foul that many neighboring plants, trees and flowers withered up and died almost instantly. The fact that Wyatt hadn’t thrown up yet and the fact that Perry and Elrick hadn’t gotten “too excited” was an enigma.
“GOD THAT SMELLS SO FOUL!!” complained Wyatt.
“Just imagine if these guys had asses the size of Jupiter.” said Elrick.
“I think I’d die of bliss.” said Perry.
“You guys are weird.”
“Says the guy who thought his name was Mr. Palpable.”
About an hour later, the gas had subsided and the gang cleared out of the park, knowing most of the furries were now resting inside their bellies or were expelled from their butts in an odorous way. Perry, Wyatt, and Elrick managed to get to the chopper without being seen and, with much assistance from the terrier and skunk, flew away. The Sanderson Gang also got away, leaving the city of Furtopia with their bellies big and their mouths full of furry flavor.
And the same thing would happen again next Thanksgiving.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
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