Every now and then, I'll be submitting stories that I've concoted with an RP buddy on YIM. Apparenlt, he's into the same things I am and has agreed to RP with me and make a few stories. Here's one of them:

When the king of the jungle gets a bad case of flatulence, the only animal who can help him is a mischeivous jackal named Korik.

---

Deep in a jungle located in South America, there was a masculine lion who ruled the jungle with valiance and honor. He had a thick, yellow and tan coat of fur and the mane around his head was littered with red hair that could brush all the dust away from a pile of old bones. His name was Asmair, and he was the king of the jungle. Like all kings, he ruled respectively, but had no problem defending his reign from any opposing invaders, such as hyenas or jackals or baboons trying to tick him off. All in all, many animals liked him and his ruling.
There was also a particular jackal named Korik, and was known to be the most mischievous and most cunning of the scavengers. He was largely harmless beyond his tricks, however, and usually beneath the notice of such bigger, more intimidating creatures like lions. Today he was in this part of the jungle counting up the various fruits and other food items he stole from human settlements or other animals, content in today's haul. He is unaware of Asmair's presence today.
Like all kings, Asmair needed to fuel his strength like any animal so he decided to eat from his stash of meat he had stored in one of his subterranean caves. As he was busy ripping some of the meat apart, he happened to notice a small family of animals who were a bit hungry, so he graciously gave some of the meat to them. He had to be there for the animals, and the only way to keep his rule was to make them trust in him. Anyway, after Asmair finished eating roughly 40 pounds of meat, he belched triumphantly and leaned next to a tree, letting his food digest.
Asmair decided that he should digest more easily so he curled up in a ball and took a nap.
The jackal hears the belch, looking alarmed. He decides to investigate, walking for a bit until he comes across the massive lion. "So, we meet again, Asmair," he says, sitting on his haunches and seeming to smirk. "What brings you to the backwoods, your highness?" His tone is dryly sarcastic.
"Oh, nothing. Just want to relax myself for a little while and rest. Had a pretty big meal not too long ago." said the king.
"I can see by your full belly," says Korik. "I'm surprised you'd even deign to address me. Of course, it's been a while since I put that beery die into your mane. The blue berries, I think," he muses.
Asmair laughs. "Oh yes, that was so very, very, very...funny." he suddenly growled.
Korik backs off a little. "Ahahah, all in good jest of course," he says, trying to smooth his tracks. "For the record, it was a good new look. You always seem to be eating, king. You must love your meat."
"Indeed I do. It's so juicy and succulent after you let it sit for a few days isn't it?"
Korik nods. "Tastes even sweeter when you manage to take it from someone," he says mischievously. He pokes the side of the lying lion's gut. "You look like you ate enough to sleep for a few days yourself. Where did you plan on heading next?"
"The desert maybe. I hear the hyenas have been causing turmoil and mischief...again."
"I didn't have anything to do with that," Korik said quickly. "Those aren't my allies. We just do the mischief part, maybe turmoil if it's you, of course." The jackal gets on his fours and starts to pace. "Ah, if you weren't around, the things I do would be much less fun, no one to act the straight man! Life's a gas, as they say."
As Asmair began to run along with Korik, he heard him say the word gas. It was at that exact moment that he suddenly slowed down and started shaking in the knees, breathing heavily. The pain was in his stomach.
Korik stops, looking at the big lion with piqued interest. "Hey kingly king, what's up?" he asked.
The king's stomach growls again and he stands on his hind legs, patting his stomach with his paws. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a bit of indigestion."
The jackal nods. "Eh, that always happens. So, I think the desert is a few miles through the jungle still, but you got plenty of daylight left. My place is just over there; actually, you're in the right neighborhood, heh."
"Perhaps we should rest here for a few more hours. I'm not sure why, but my gut seems to be rumbling more than usual. Just listen!"
Korik nods. "You'd better lie down then, on your stomach like before, Asmair. I'm sure it's nothing though. Heh, you might even still be hungry!" The jackal sits on his haunches again amidst the foliage,
"Okay." As Asmair walked over beside a tree and began to lie down, all the gas in his bowels rushed down to his anus and it was impossible for him to repel the malodorous gas that came spewing out of his buttocks. Korik heard the flatulence and looked over to see Asmair, who was red with embarrassment.
Korik looks over at Asmair when the loud fart erupts from the lion. He sees the raised tail, the tense buttocks. "Man, that's some stink. I thought all you lions were regal!" he says with a hint of laughter.
"I'm sorry; it slipped--" Asmair couldn't even finish before two short, loud farts came out almost simultaneously, followed by a long, deep one. Asmair groaned with his eyes shut before raising his tail again and letting out a fart so loud the leaves on the tree began to fall down.
Korik cautiously walks over to the suffering lion. "Asmair, I think you've got a problem." He pats the firm left butt cheek of the lion, examining his backside like it was its own separate entity. "I've never heard a lion fart so much."
"They don't stink this much either!" said Asmair, plugging his nose with both paws. "The only time that's happened was when I had diarrhea for a week straight, but my colon should be clean for now. ...And is it really smart to stand back there?"
"Well, I just wanted to see! Not every day you see the high and mighty king of the jungle with bowel trouble. Also, you're butt's a lot thicker than I thought," Korik then backs away from the lion's rump a little. "How do you feel, anyway?" He waves a paw in front of his snout.
Asmair grunts and leans over, passing more gas in the jackal's face. This time it was sputtered and stank like a dead baboon's innards, or like the lion had just finished pooping out a wolverine. It was amazing that the jackal didn't pass out from the stench. "WHEW!!! Excuse me. And...well I do have lots of stomach pain. Too much gas I suspect."
"Gah!" says the jackal. He leaps away, shaking his head. "Hmmph!" He then grasps the lion’s tail and gives it a firm, experimental tug. "You'll kill yourself at this rate. I propose we head to my place to see if I have some herbs that would help."
"Good idea."
After hearing the useful information about the herbs that would be able to distinguish his flatulence, Asmair followed the jackal across the jungle floor, desperately trying to keep his poots inside his bowels. The last thing he needed to do was lose his kingdom because they all thought he was nothing more than a lazy, gassy feline.
The jackal eventually reaches his dwelling, a small entrance to his den dug in the side of a hill. "Here we are, Ass-mair," he says, with a small grin. "Just wait here while I get those herbs, alright?"
Asmair's stomach grumbles. "If you say so. Just hurry up before I blow again!"
The jackal disappears into his den. However, he's forgotten where exactly he had those relief herbs. So, Asmair is forced to uncomfortably wait, likely making the lion impatient in the process.
"Urgh...don't think about gas, don't think about gas, don't think about gas....DAMNIT! I'm thinking about it!" Asmair whimpered a couple of times and started to shift around uncontrollably until he raised his tail and let out another rancid fart that kicked up some of the dirt. A jackal just so happened to be walking behind him and caught wind of the sewer-reeking gas. Lucky for him, the jackal didn't recognize Asmair. With no other option, Asmair plunged forward and threw himself into the hole, crawling inside to go find Korik. Unfortunately....he got stuck.
The lion gets his midsection stuck in the entrance, leaving his fat rear end and legs exposed to the outside. No matter how much he struggles, he'll find it difficult to haul his buttocks through. Korik happens to exit the den through an alternate entrance, immediately seeing the problem. "Asmair! You didn't try to go in yourself, did you?" he asks.
"Korik the gas is coming out faster than I thought--I need those herbs now before--" Asmair felt his stomach growl loudly again and before he could even stop, another loud burst of gas erupts from his anus and pollutes the air behind him, even enough for Korik to smell it.
Korik is knocked over by the wind blast. "Geh! Fine, I'll push your fat buttocks through. Hope you don't mind me getting personal." He then shoves his shoulders to push between the lion's cheeks, intent on getting him down into the den. "It would sure be too bad if someone saw you like this, eh?"
Asmair farts again. "I think someone did. That's why I need to get inside right now before that jackal comes back with a whole group to gawk at me!"
Practically engulfed by squishy lion butt, Korik keeps pushing as Asmair starts to move in little by little. Korik prods Asmair's legs so his feet can find purchase; eventually the lion will have all four paws in, just his large behind hanging out.
Asmair desperately started to claw his way inside until he let out another seismic fart that he was sure blasted Korik away. It smelled horrible, like an incontinent rhino wearing a diaper. "Sorry Korik." said Asmair meekly.
Korik is blasted back. "Gah! It's...it's alright, I think. I'm not sure if I'll smell right for a few days. But you're almost through, squeeze those buttocks and haul yourself in!:"
"Okay...I think I got it..." Asmair sucked in his gut and clenched his butt cheeks together and shouted once he was thrown inside the hole.
Korik follows in after him, accidentally slamming against Asmair's rump in the process. Luckily it cushions him, though Asmair might be a little sore. "Here," he says, scooping up the herbs he found and shoving them into Asmair's face. "You might want to point your butt in the entrance tunnel. In about 30 seconds."
"Why?"
"Those herbs cure gas, right?"
"Yes, but it makes you clean out your whole system first. Which means one more blast and that's that." Asmair's gut starts to rumble, even louder and with more pressure than ever before. He'll need to brace himself.
"....Oh shit."
Asmair quickly turned around and placed his ass inside the tunnel and grunted hard. Suddenly, his butt jiggled and rumbled and the next thing he knew, gallons upon gallons of flatulence was pouring outside of his anus. The sound was loud enough to shatter a mirror. It had a squishy ring to it, like someone stepping on a wet sponge. And then there was the smell.... From what Asmair and Korik could tell, it smelled like a combination of rotten milk, manure, swamp gas, and burritos filled with way too much refried beans. All in all, something that could burn someone's nose off. But Korik didn't have that problem. His scent glands were already gone for a few days because of Asmair's gas.
The lion will have to grapple with his own body just to keep something from spraining. But finally, with a last small burst of gas, it's over. Asmair can rest easy. Korik looks at him expectantly. "So, how do you feel?"
"Like I just took a giant shit."
Korik walks over and gives the lion a hearty slap on the left butt cheek, patting his rump a few times after. "Well, you are probably the most flatulent lion I've ever met, but at least it's over. You should be proud."
"Oh yes. Thank you so much Korik. It's been a very....smelly day."