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Mac Muttley and his co-worker Gabe score some tickets to a WWE FurFight tournament and meet some famous celebrities along the way, including a smelly chubby skunk-grizzly and a wolf who dons his face with a yellow mask.
Special guest appearance by Mac Muttley (owned by
Skunkbomb123), Otis "The Gas Chamber" and S.D. Maskedwolf (both owned by 
Crytus)
PART 2
Mac Muttley was busy sleeping in his bed wearing nothing but his usual pair of boxers yet again, lying on his stomach and snoring with drool trailing out of his mouth. Normally, the smelly brown and gray and black canine would wake up to his alarm clock going off in his ears, but this time, it was a different kind of ringing that jerked the mammal awake: his phone ringing. Mac snorted loudly and wiped the drool from his maw before sitting up and reaching over to his nightstand to grab his cellphone.
“Why the hell didn’t I turn this off last night?”
He rubbed his forehead and yawned before cracking his neck and finally turning the cellular device on.
“Hello?”
“Guess who got two tickets to a WWE FurFight tonight?!”
Mac’s co-worker Gabe didn’t even bother trying to build up the dog’s anticipation. He just came right out and told him the big news. Mac almost squealed like a schoolgirl over the phone and started panting and wagging his tail furiously.
“Oh my God you actually got us tickets to a real FurFight match?!”
“Something like that…”
Mac stopped hopping up and down with joy and sat on his mattress, his excitement suddenly gone.
“What’d you do?”
“NOTHING!! It’s just…well we’re gonna be on duty when we get there.”
“On duty?”
“As in we’re gonna be cleaning up at the arena.”
Mac frowned. “So while everyone is in the bleachers cheering as they watch their favorite wrestlers fighting each other, we’ll be cleaning up gum wrappers and popcorn and unclogging the toilets and mopping the vomit covered floor?”
“No, no, no! You don’t understand! We’ll be working backstage where all the VIFs hang out at!”
“VIFs? As in—”
“The maintenance workers, the managers, the talent agents, even the damn wrestlers themselves Mac!”
The dog suddenly began to shake his tail. “Who’s gonna be there?”
“I heard Otis ‘The Gas Chamber’ and S.D. are gonna be in a match. Not to mention The Harborator—”
“What about The Gastro, what about him!!?”
The blue rhino chuckled over the phone. “Especially that stinky rhino. I think he and his cousin are gonna do a tag-team match against the ‘Stinky Spritz Skoons.’ I dunno about you but I’m covering my nose the entire match. Nothing fresh can come out of two flatulent pooping rhinos or two skoons who can’t control the skoon oil dripping from their tails.”
“But I love The Gastro! Do you know how cool it would be to get one of their autographs or talk with them and find out what they like and what interests them?! What if we have the same things in common?!”
“You can’t seriously tell me you wanna bang the guy?”
“NO!! …But I’d die of ecstasy if we did.” whispered Mac.
“What?”
“Nothing. Is there anyone else who is gonna be there?”
“Well we can check the roster when we arrive to the stadium. And remember, we’re supposed to clean while we’re there, not enjoy ourselves and have fun. But if we finish out work early maybe we’ll be able to check out some of the matches from back stage and chat with the wrestlers and get some autographs.”
“AWESOME!! I can’t believe we get to see The Gastro in person!”
“Nah, screw The Gastro. I’m gonna go see if I can catch Otis.”
“Your loss. Don’t blame me if he spends his time farting on your face until you pass out.”
“I’m a rhino with a giant horn on my face. What could he possibly do?”
Several hours went by and pretty soon it was late in the evening, and the WWE FurFight matches were beginning. As always the stadiums were filled with screaming fans building up their anticipation for the glorious fights that were going on. At most ten thousands furries were in the humongous stadium right now, and almost all the seats were filled. Right now two bulky wrestlers were going at it in the square ring, an iguana who looked like he was shedding his skin and some wolf who looked like he had rabies. Judging by the wails coming from the reptile, the wolf was winning. However this was all in the stadium, where the lights were shining and the fans were screaming and chanting with joy. Backstage was a different story. It was calmer and hectic at the same time. A few fans were kicked out of the stadium by the bouncers when they tried to sneak in and get an autograph. Some talent agents were chatting away on their cellphones trying to book a fight for their wrestlers in another city. And of course, a few wrestlers were exchanging words with each other and in some cases, were wrestling each other out of the ring. In the midst of all this chaos, Gabe and Muttley were busy trying to avoid a fight or were cleaning up the area, which was surprisingly dirtier than the actual stadium floor, as far as Gabe could tell. Sure, they were wrestlers, but damn…is it really that hard to throw a can of Pepsi inside a recycling bin? They were littered all over the corridors, not to mention all these trash bins. Yet somehow, Gabe had to pick up after these gruff well-known furries. Ah well, at least they were at the match. That should be enough…right?
“Mac I’m seriously regretting this decision!”
“C’mon Gabe, make the best of it! We’re already here so we might as well try to enjoy ourselves.”
“How can we enjoy ourselves when we’re getting pelted by trash and popcorn bags?”
“We’re janitors Gabe. This is what we do. You can either deal with the job or quit. Me? Frankly I’m so happy I’m on the verge of pissing my pants with excitement.”
“Like last time?”
Mac sighed. “Yes, like last time.”
“You know how long it took me to clean—”
“I PISSED MY PANTS; STOP REMINDING ME ABOUT IT!!!” shouted Mac, rather loudly.
All the wrestlers and talent agents and managers stared at Muttley for a very long time with raised eyebrows and everything became awkwardly silent. The janitor’s face slowly turned red, similar to the time he farted in the hallway of a college campus or the time he accidentally farted on one of his co-worker’s faces or the time he passed gas during a formal dinner and everyone attending had to excuse themselves from the smell or the time he broke wind next to a fan and the gas was blown all around the crowded room he was in or the time… Okay, so Mac embarrassed himself several times in his life, usually something dealing with his ass or his flatulence, but it was different this time. He just embarrassed himself at a WWE FurFight, in front of a bunch of wrestlers he looked up to as idols. The chubby dog just had to be lucky that The Gastro and his cousin weren’t there, although knowing those two and their smelly history, they’d probably just me more interested in Mac. He still remembered the prank they pulled on the wrestler 1 where he soiled himself after they fooled him into eating a laxative. Like always, Mac meekly looked left and right before he began to back away from the crowd, ultimately running away to a barren area.
“Great. I’m here twenty minutes and I already embarrassed myself.”
“Just be lucky The Gastro and Rad Rhino didn’t hear you.”
“Yeah, no shit. I wouldn’t want them to hear I peed myself in public.”
“It could’ve been worse.”
“How?”
“…You could be that guy.” said Gabe, pointing to a wrestler.
Mac and Gabe looked over at a wrestler with cuts and bruises all over his body and a black eye and some spines missing from his back. The wrestler was a reddish green iguana (or perhaps all of it was blood) who just got out of the fight with the wolf. He wore a black bandanna that covered his eyes and a pair of stretchy green spandex shorts, as well as some black boots. Not the best wrestler uniform, but it’ll do.
“Fatex you got your ass kicked out there!” shouted an FX engineer who saw the fight.
The iguana grunted. “I know.” he said, holding a gash on his arm.
“You want us to help you with something?” asked Mac.
Fatex grunted again and sat down on a bench, wincing from the pain. “No, I’ll be fine…eventually.”
“You sure?” asked the FX engineer.
“Now that you mention it,”
The reptile stood up and turned around. “Is my tail missing? My derriere’s been hurting and stinging like crazy.”
Mac and Gabe’s eyes grew wide. Not only was Fatex missing his tail, but apparently the wolf went as far as clawing off the scales from his butt cheeks. The janitors could do nothing but wince and try to look away, but the exposed meat was something that neither of them could look away from. Maybe that’s why the match ended so quickly. The referee noticed the wolf was getting rough and called the match.
“Yeah, yeah you’re tail’s DEFINITELY missing.”
“I’m gonna get a doctor.” said Mac.
“Don’t worry guys; it’ll grow back.”
“Will the scales and flesh on your ass grow back?”
“WHAT!!”
As Gabe was sweeping the floors of another corridor, a wrestler chucked an empty bottle of Fanta as his head. The rhino snorted and growled at the wrestler.
“HEY!! PICK THAT UP YOU LITTLE ASS-MUNCHER!”
The wrestler screeched to a halt and quickly backed up, staring down at the chubby, yet miniscule rhinoceros.
“What d’you say ya li’l punk?” said the wrestler, punching the palm of his hand as he said “punk.”
“Nothing!”
“That’s right ya weasel.”
The wrestler stomped on the rhino’s foot and as he screamed, he picked up the bottle and shoved it in his mouth like a gag. The wrestler then walked away, chuckling evilly to himself. Mac saw the wrestler and his partner with the bottle in his throat and rushed over to him.
“Awesome! You just met The Gag-Bottle!”
Gabe spat out the bottle. “The Gag-Bottle? What kind of stupid name is that?!”
“I don’t know but it makes sense.”
Gabe sighed. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Once we get to see those matches in action, it’ll all be worth it right?”
“Right. God, I can’t wait to see The Gastro on stage!”
“Hey, don’t get too excited again.”
“I know, I know, my pants. And speaking of wrestlers, look who’s coming down the hallway!”
Gabe sniffed the air and plugged his nose. “The Stink-Bug?”
“No, but the guy is pretty smelly.”
Gabe and Mac looked forward and saw a really chubby, muscular furry walking down the hallway. The furry was wearing some harness on his body and a pair of black tights that had a green blob on the back, right where his buttocks were. It said “GAS CHAMBER” in big, black letters, a usual warning sign for most furries who approached him from behind. Should anyone look under his pants they’d find a jock strap, which he uses for his stink faces in the ring if he felt like humiliating his opponents. The wrestler’s name was Otis a.k.a. “The Gas Chamber.” He was a skunk grizzly, a basic hybrid of a gruff bear and a skunk, which would probably explain his black fur and white belly, as well as his short white Mohawk. That would also explain why he looked bulkier than normal skunk. In fact, he pretty much looked like a grizzly bear if it weren’t for his fur color.
“Oh snaps, that’s Otis The Gas Chamber!”
“The skizzly?”
“No, he’s a grunk.”
“Whatever; he’s a bear and a skunk built into one.”
“Think we should go say hi to him?”
“Nah, let’s wait until after the match.”
“Don’t you have the question you wanna ask him about his signature moves?”
Gabe snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah.”
As Otis walked passed the two janitors with a gruff grunt Gabe began to chase after the stout but burly skizzly, tugging on his tail as he was walking away.
“Hey Otis, you got a second?”
The wrestler snorted and jerked his head around, obviously annoyed by the janitor chasing after him. He already signed a bundle of autographs and he surely wasn’t going to waste anymore time on someone low on the food chain as a janitor.
“What?” he snarled.
“Uh yeah, hi. I was just wondering if you could show me one of your wrestling moves in person. Perhaps your signature move?”
“It’s on my ass.”
“…Yeah, I don’t get it.”
Otis chuckled and sighed heavily before his stomach began churn. Gabe didn’t even have time to cover his snout before the infamous eggy odor entered his nostrils.
“What the hell?!”
Otis grunted while making fists and bending over a bit before he raised his tail and blew a thunderous blast of hydrogen-sulfide in his face. Considering the fact that a rhino as fat and chubby as Gabe actually fell backwards on his head, it might’ve been the strongest fart the janitor ever came into contact with. It lasted about five seconds and the letters on his tights were practically in his face when he let one rip. And, since he was a skunk, the odor intensified tenfold. Mac wasn’t sure how bad the fart stank, but he could’ve sworn that fern was green and luscious before the gas came out…
“There’s a signature move for ya! Now if you bozos excuse me I’ve got a match to get to!”
Of course, neither of them heard what Otis said; Gabe was on his back coughing vehemently and Mac was taking huge whiffs of the fart and sighing ecstatically. The dog was wagging his tail like crazy and practically drooling and wetting his chest with his saliva. The dog took another huge whiff of the funky gas and collapsed to the ground, giggling and laughing like a mad furry.
“How-COUGH!!-How can you stand this stench!!?” asked Gabe.
“Oh Gabe, if only you spent your childhood blasting gas out your ass and getting sprayed by skunks then maybe you’d understand.”
While the janitors were busy huffing the foul gas another wrestler was slowly walking his way down the corridor. The wrestler was a blue wolf with a white underbelly and hands and footpaws, and the tips of his tail and ears were red. He was wearing a yellow mask over his eyes with holes cut in the top to let his ears out and he was wearing light gray shorts with a black dinosaur figure on the side of it. It was S.D. Maskedwolf, and it looked like he too was prepared to go out for a match too. However as he approached the coughing and drooling janitor, he recoiled his head and plugged his nose.
“EWW!! What the hell is that smell?!!”
“Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t rip one! …This time, anyway.”
Gabe got off the ground and waved a hand in front of his nose.
“It was that giant skizzly; he bent over and farted in my face!”
S.D. raised an eyebrow. “Skizzly?”
“He means grunk.”
“What the hell is a grunk?”
“Otis? That giant bear/skunk hybrid?”
“Oh, you mean The Gas Chamber! Yeah, this definitely smells like his work of art. Smells like he’s been eating from Taco Bell’s Volcano menu…again.”
S.D. leaned in and got a stronger whiff of the fart. “Oh yeah, I’d say…sixteen Volcano burritos.”
“Wow you can tell what that skizzly ate just by sniffing his farts?”
“The thing is Otis really loves to use his ‘Gas Chamber’ move on me. It’s gotten to the point where I can smell his dietary just by getting a small whiff of his butt.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“No, no it’s not.”
Maskedwolf sighed and began to walk down the aisle.
“Well I better get in the ring. Hopefully Otis won’t be too hard on me tonight.”
“Wait a minute, you’re going against The Gas Chamber?” asked Gabe.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re not worried?”
“I am, but it usually passes once I get in the ring.”
“The guy’s what, two feet taller than you? And his stomach alone is practically thicker than you are, if you know what I mean. Not to mention his special ‘Gas Chamber’ fart attack.”
“Err…yeah. Well, it-it is a little scary when you put it like that.”
“Wouldn’t it suck if that fat ass gave you a stink face?”
Maskedwolf giggled meekly and started nervously rubbing his arm. “It’s not like he hasn’t done that before, but-but-but uh it would…be…embarrassing if he did that again…”
“Gabe shut up; you’re scaring him. You’ll do fine S.D. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll die from inhaling too much noxious gas.”
S.D. gasped.
“…Let me rephrase that.”
“Right, I’m gonna go now guys. See ya!”
And with that, S.D. quickly ran down the corridor and into the stadium to start his match with Otis “The Gas Chamber” before he soiled his underpants.
Gabe and Mac took a small hiatus on their cleanup duty and sneaked over to the stadium so they could have a front row seat of Otis and S.D. duking it out in the ring. The fox announcer hopped into the ring with his microphone and began to announce the name of the wrestlers.
“And in this corner, we have the Gas Passer, the Musk Sprayer, let’s give a shoutout to Otis, The Gas Chamber!!!”
Otis raised his arms into the air and snarled with a malicious grin on his face as everyone rose from their seats and began to chant Otis’ name or cheered him on. Elsewhere, in the other corner, Maskedwolf was standing idly by waiting for the announcer to say his name.
“In the other corner we have the Skull Smasher, the Face Pounder, the Suplex-Tosser Maskedwolf!!!!”
S.D. did the same as Otis, raising a triumphant fist into the air and hearing a loud uproar from the audience.
“Is it me or is the announcer running out of nicknames for these wrestlers?” asked Mac.
“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!” shouted the fox.
And with that, the announcer stepped out of the ring and more raucous cheering and screaming from the fans was heard, including from Gabe and Mac. S.D. and Otis were staring and snarling at each other and ready to kick some ass, both determined to defeat their opponent no matter what. And that’s when the bell rang to begin the start of the match. S.D. was instantly paralyzed. He looked at his foe with a distant stare and weak knees. Urine would’ve splashed on the ground if he hadn’t already used the bathroom before the tournament. And Otis was coming right for him.
“Holy sh—”
Maskedwolf couldn’t finish before Otis charged into him and slammed his skull into the wolf, sending him hurtling backwards into the air. The wolf bounced off the rope on the ring shortly before he came right back at Otis. The skunk grizzly quickly stepped aside and held up his arm horizontally. The wolf was clotheslined by the buff arm and he fell flat on his back in less than a second, making everyone in the audience either groan or wince in pain very loudly.
“DAMN!!!” shouted Mac and Gabe.
The wolf was lying on his back with stars fluttering over his head and groaning like he was in a trance. It wasn’t until he saw the light above him growing dimmer that he noticed Otis had jumped into the air and was plummeting right down towards him. The skunk grizzly shouted triumphantly as he belly-flopped on the wolf and made the arena shake like an earthquake. The little wolf grunted loudly as he was pinned underneath the furry’s hulking frame and he couldn’t move.
“Damn, not even thirty seconds and you’re about to lose!”
Maskedwolf grunted and jolted his head around, trying to get out from underneath the grunk when he saw the referee, a German Shepard with white and black striped fur, and he started to pound on the ring.
“ONE, TWO, TH—”
Miraculously, Maskedwolf jolted his legs up and shook the chubby grunk off of him. He quickly stood up and faced his opponent, now fully ready to wrestle the skunk grizzly. As Otis stood up, Maskedwolf hopped into the air and jump-kicked the animal right in the jaw, making him awkwardly jolt his head around and spew some saliva from his mouth as he did so. The only part of his body not covered in fat or muscle was his skull, so that was what Maskedwolf had to attack. If he was lucky, he’d suffer enough head trauma and pass out. Maskedwolf kicked the skunk grizzly in his shin and waited for him to fall, shortly before punching him in the head four times and giving him an uppercut. However, it only seemed to do minor damage; Otis quickly stood back up and grabbed the wolf by the throat and tossed him into the air. As he screamed and nearly reached the ceiling, Otis side-stepped and held his arm in the air with a fist made. Once the furry came crashing to the ring, he hit the floor of the ring. Well, he would’ve, but Otis’ arm was in the way. And as a result, Maskedwolf landed on his fist like it was a spike in Mortal Kombat and he hit the fist so hard, it bruised the solar plexus. The canine wrestler groaned loudly with his mouth wide open and his eyes ready to pop out his head and everyone in the audience groaned again. Otis laughed maliciously before he lowered his arm and Maskedwolf fell flat on his back. While he was busy coughing violently and groaning on the mat, Otis slowly walked over to him and squatted over his face.
“Whuh—”
Otis proceeded to raise his left leg and gave the oxygen in the wrestler’s nose a foul supplementation of wind from his lower intestines. The gas had a light green tint to it and smelled terrible, like a seven ton dead rat shoved into a public latrine the janitor forgot to wash four months ago. All Maskedwolf could do was moan and plug his nose as the hot wind was blasting him in the face. All he could see was the green splat on Otis’ tights that said “GAS CHAMBER” in big black letters. Everyone in the audience was either recoiling their heads or shouting with disgust as the wolf had a full supply of gas shot into his face.
“That’s appalling.”
But Mac didn’t respond to Gabe. All he could do was murr happily and pant as he was trying to take as many whiffs of the grunk gas as he could, admiring the quality of the stench. S.D. was right. It didn’t smell like digested Volcano burritos.
“AAUGGH!! You couldn’t wait for me to shut my mouth first?!!?” shouted Maskedwolf, fanning a paw in front of his nose.
“That’d take the fun out of it, dont’cha think?”
Maskedwolf, already tolerable of the skunk grizzly’s noxious farts, quickly recovered from the gas attack and began to wrestle yet again. His gut still hurt but he wasn’t too wounded to fight. Maskedwolf hopped into the air and punched Otis in the face, before repeating the same move again and again and again, like a kangaroo hopping up and down relentlessly. Otis countered one of the punches and punched Maskedwolf in the chest again, planting him flat on the floor. Maskedwolf rolled out of the way when Otis tried to kick him and in return, arrived to the ropes on the ring. He climbed on the ropes backwards and before Otis had time to react, he flipped himself backwards and grabbed Otis’ neck by clenching his legs together. During mid-flip, Maskedwolf placed his paws on the ring mat and used all of his lower body strength to flip Otis flat on his stomach, something like a facebuster or a chokeslam, only Otis landed on his stomach, and Maskedwolf used his legs. Before Otis had the time to get back up, Maskedwolf jumped into the air and landed on top of Otis, making sure he slammed on the skunk grizzly’s spine with his elbow. Otis screamed from the pain and involuntarily farted in the wolf’s face, causing him to recoil and back away from the stench again. Stunned, Otis got off the ground and went to town on Maskedwolf, punching him three times in the head before kicking him in the stomach and upper-cutting him, lifting him into the air. The wolf recovered quickly and grabbed the giant opponent by the waist.
“What the—”
Roaring triumphantly, Maskedwolf lifted the fat skunk grizzly into the air and threw him behind himself, performing his trademark suplex move. Both of them fell to the floor, with Otis’ head shaking like crazy. Thinking back on it, this probably wasn’t the best move to do, considering the fact it felt like he just broke his spine. While Maskedwolf was tired and gradually growing weary, Otis was still in his prime. And, to make matters worse, his stomach began to growl. The skunk grizzly laughed loudly and cracked his knuckles as he stood back up.
“Oooh, you’re gonna get it now S.D.!!”
Otis grabbed Maskedwolf by his waist from behind and flipped him over himself so the wolf landed on his scalp.
“OW.” he said, flatly, even though it hurt him dearly.
Otis punched Maskedwolf five times in the face the second he got up and kicked him in the back, then grabbed his tail and lifted him into the air. He started spinning the unfortunate wrestler around like a rope and he was screaming hysterically, afraid Otis would let go and he’d go flying off into a table and he’d lose some teeth (if he hadn’t already). But Otis chucked him back into the air and as he came back down, Otis hopped into the air and jump-kicked him into the ropes. As he came flying back, Otis punched him in the face again and kicked him in the buttocks before he landed, flipping him around several times over. Maskedwolf was lying on the floor, bleeding now and moaning softly, hoping all the pain would stop. But as always, Otis wanted to have more fun with him. He grabbed Maskedwolf by the mask and groin and lifted the puny canine above his head, his arms held high. He waited until everyone in the audience was screaming and cheering his name and hoping that Maskedwolf would do something to escape his opponent’s grimy clutches, but he was too weak, too lethargic to fight anymore. And so, Otis threw the wolf down on his back with a thunderous slam and cracking sound.
“OOOOOHHHH!!!”
“Looks like S.D. is down and out for this match.” said Mac.
“It looked like he was about to win this time too.”
“Meh, I guess you can’t win ‘em all right?”
But the match wasn’t over yet. Otis still wasn’t done “playing” with his opponent. His gut was really beginning to growl now, and he needed someplace to release all the odorous contents inside. What better way to do that than releasing it all onto his opponent and rendering him completely unconscious? And so, the second Maskedwolf stood up, he bent over and farted right on the tip of his snout. It wasn’t very forceful, but man did it stink! Even Mac himself had to plug his nose just to prevent the gas from burning his nose-hairs. Everyone in the audience groaned or recoiled again (at least half of them got a giant whiff of the gas) while Otis merely laughed heartily, cocking up his right leg and feeding more luscious hydrogen-sulfide into the canine’s face. By then, the gas was suffocating his brain and lungs and everything was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second. Maskedwolf let out a hacking cough and retched before he finally swayed to his right, and then backwards. Gravity kicked in and he was on the floor of the ring. Of course, Otis was never satisfied with himself, so he proceeded to play with him some more. The skunk grizzly squatted over the wolf’s body like he was about to take a dump on his face and let loose another stream of sour, malodorous gas. Luckily, the wrestler’s mouth wasn’t open, but his eyes still were, and now they were stinging and burning like crazy. The sound of it was like a French horn or trumpet that played a very flat note for eleven seconds, and once he was done, all the noise around him was more groaning and whoops of joy. He knew the crowd (Mac anyway) wanted more, so he gave it to them, and let loose some more bombastic flatus from his bowels. The skunk grizzly sighed and fanned his behind before laughing heartily again and plugging his own nose. It wasn’t beginning to stink, but now it was just noxious and sour to the point where even Otis himself thought his own gas stank.
But the crowd seemed to be cheering him on, so he gave everyone what they wanted and let off another fart. He grabbed his butt cheeks and stretched them out to let more gas fly out his ass and create a more rambunctious noise that was capable of making a girder fall from the ceiling of the stadium. It was merely rumbling at first, but towards the end of the gas expulsion it sounded like someone blowing bubbles through water, or some pipes chugging very loudly. From what Maskedwolf could tell the green splat on Otis’ tights got darker and it began to smell like the skunk grizzly just soiled himself accidentally. Or perhaps his vision was just growing darker because he was losing consciousness. Otis stopped farting and waved a hand behind his buttocks again before plugging his nose.
“WHOOO!!! Man that was a wet one!”
“Goddamn, why don’t the guy just make it simply and take a dump in his pants, eh Muttley? …Muttley?”
Mac Muttley was lying on the ground, giggling maniacally in a puddle of his own slobber and convulsing with ecstasy. He was huffing the air and drooling and laughing so hard it was beginning to hurt him. Gabe knew his friend was a big fan of flatulence and had his own gassy problems but wow…the furry was literally going crazy just from the smell. Even Gabe had to think that was too much. Then again, perhaps the compounds in the flatulence was making Mac go into a seizure but as far as he could tell, Mac was enjoying himself. He slowly backed away from his crazy dog and covered his nose, still appalled by the stench of the farts. Meanwhile, Otis stood straight up from Maskedwolf and heard the crowd chanting his name. He smiled gloatingly at his fans and patted his fat belly again.
“Whaddaya says guys?! Should I give him the Stink Face?!!?”
Everyone responded by roaring and howling with joy again and raising a fist into the air repeatedly, chanting, “STINK FACE! STINK FACE! STINK FACE! STINK FACE!!!” Otis growled with satisfaction and quickly stripped off his tights, showing nothing but the musky jockstrap cradling his waist and barely covering his flabby ass cheeks. The skunk grizzly turned his head around and looked at the subdued blue wolf, still having one final trick up his sleeve. Otis walked backwards until his butt was hovering over the wolf’s face and he could still smell the musty odor emitting from his derriere.
“Looks like it’s the end for you S.D.!!”
Maskedwolf didn’t even have time to gasp before Otis sat down and crushed the wolf underneath his repugnant butt crack with a loud thud that made the arena rock. Everyone cheered once more as Otis folded his arms, still smiling smugly. He wiggled his butt cheeks from side to side before sighing and scooting back and forth, burying the stink into his fur. And, last but not least, he let out one final mega whopper fart. It was loud enough to crack a couple of windows (in fact it did) and the stench was unbearable. Many of the furries in the bleachers had to cover their snouts and run outside. Others began to black out or, like Mac, began to fall on the floor, convulsing. And this was just the furries around Otis; Maskedwolf himself was lying right underneath the line of fire. He was already knocked out the second the butt got on his head; at this point he was gonna get brain damage. The whole arena was surrounded with a cloud of noxious green gas for nearly forty-five seconds and when the sound ceased, everything was deathly silent. The fans waited for the gas cloud to filter out the stadium before everyone stared at The Gas Chamber, still triumphant than ever. Everyone waited for him to let out the final toot before they rose their arms into the air and cheered. The referee, who was now wearing a gasmask, ran into the ring and slammed his paw on the arena floor three times before the bell rang four times and the winner was declared.
“Winner: Otis, The Gas Chamber!!”
Otis stood up and raised his arms into the air with another roar of excitement before everyone continued to chant his name. Maskedwolf on the other hand wasn’t so lucky…
“THAT WAS ON OF THE BEST MATCHES EVER!!!” shouted Mac, still excited from the wrestling tournament.
“I gotta admit all those moves that Maskedwolf and Otis did were pretty badass, but I guess you can’t top a flatulent skizzly.”
“Grunk! He’s a grunk!”
“Whatever.”
“Hehe, and here I thought we were your biggest fans.” said a mysterious voice.
Mac Muttley turned around and saw two purplish-gray rhinos who were chubby and fat and full of muscle standing next to each other with their arms folded and grins on their faces. On the left was a rhino wearing a full green spandex wrestling uniform complete with black boots with white laces on them, and to his right was his cousin, a rhino wearing a red uniform and wearing gold boots with black laces. It was Rad Rhino and The Gastro, a.k.a. Mac Muttley’s biggest fan and his cousin, who particularly used the same fighting tactics. They were both standing right there, right in front of him.
Mac jumped into the air and started squealing like a schoolgirl.
Special guest appearance by Mac Muttley (owned by
Skunkbomb123), Otis "The Gas Chamber" and S.D. Maskedwolf (both owned by 
Crytus)PART 2
Mac Muttley was busy sleeping in his bed wearing nothing but his usual pair of boxers yet again, lying on his stomach and snoring with drool trailing out of his mouth. Normally, the smelly brown and gray and black canine would wake up to his alarm clock going off in his ears, but this time, it was a different kind of ringing that jerked the mammal awake: his phone ringing. Mac snorted loudly and wiped the drool from his maw before sitting up and reaching over to his nightstand to grab his cellphone.
“Why the hell didn’t I turn this off last night?”
He rubbed his forehead and yawned before cracking his neck and finally turning the cellular device on.
“Hello?”
“Guess who got two tickets to a WWE FurFight tonight?!”
Mac’s co-worker Gabe didn’t even bother trying to build up the dog’s anticipation. He just came right out and told him the big news. Mac almost squealed like a schoolgirl over the phone and started panting and wagging his tail furiously.
“Oh my God you actually got us tickets to a real FurFight match?!”
“Something like that…”
Mac stopped hopping up and down with joy and sat on his mattress, his excitement suddenly gone.
“What’d you do?”
“NOTHING!! It’s just…well we’re gonna be on duty when we get there.”
“On duty?”
“As in we’re gonna be cleaning up at the arena.”
Mac frowned. “So while everyone is in the bleachers cheering as they watch their favorite wrestlers fighting each other, we’ll be cleaning up gum wrappers and popcorn and unclogging the toilets and mopping the vomit covered floor?”
“No, no, no! You don’t understand! We’ll be working backstage where all the VIFs hang out at!”
“VIFs? As in—”
“The maintenance workers, the managers, the talent agents, even the damn wrestlers themselves Mac!”
The dog suddenly began to shake his tail. “Who’s gonna be there?”
“I heard Otis ‘The Gas Chamber’ and S.D. are gonna be in a match. Not to mention The Harborator—”
“What about The Gastro, what about him!!?”
The blue rhino chuckled over the phone. “Especially that stinky rhino. I think he and his cousin are gonna do a tag-team match against the ‘Stinky Spritz Skoons.’ I dunno about you but I’m covering my nose the entire match. Nothing fresh can come out of two flatulent pooping rhinos or two skoons who can’t control the skoon oil dripping from their tails.”
“But I love The Gastro! Do you know how cool it would be to get one of their autographs or talk with them and find out what they like and what interests them?! What if we have the same things in common?!”
“You can’t seriously tell me you wanna bang the guy?”
“NO!! …But I’d die of ecstasy if we did.” whispered Mac.
“What?”
“Nothing. Is there anyone else who is gonna be there?”
“Well we can check the roster when we arrive to the stadium. And remember, we’re supposed to clean while we’re there, not enjoy ourselves and have fun. But if we finish out work early maybe we’ll be able to check out some of the matches from back stage and chat with the wrestlers and get some autographs.”
“AWESOME!! I can’t believe we get to see The Gastro in person!”
“Nah, screw The Gastro. I’m gonna go see if I can catch Otis.”
“Your loss. Don’t blame me if he spends his time farting on your face until you pass out.”
“I’m a rhino with a giant horn on my face. What could he possibly do?”
Several hours went by and pretty soon it was late in the evening, and the WWE FurFight matches were beginning. As always the stadiums were filled with screaming fans building up their anticipation for the glorious fights that were going on. At most ten thousands furries were in the humongous stadium right now, and almost all the seats were filled. Right now two bulky wrestlers were going at it in the square ring, an iguana who looked like he was shedding his skin and some wolf who looked like he had rabies. Judging by the wails coming from the reptile, the wolf was winning. However this was all in the stadium, where the lights were shining and the fans were screaming and chanting with joy. Backstage was a different story. It was calmer and hectic at the same time. A few fans were kicked out of the stadium by the bouncers when they tried to sneak in and get an autograph. Some talent agents were chatting away on their cellphones trying to book a fight for their wrestlers in another city. And of course, a few wrestlers were exchanging words with each other and in some cases, were wrestling each other out of the ring. In the midst of all this chaos, Gabe and Muttley were busy trying to avoid a fight or were cleaning up the area, which was surprisingly dirtier than the actual stadium floor, as far as Gabe could tell. Sure, they were wrestlers, but damn…is it really that hard to throw a can of Pepsi inside a recycling bin? They were littered all over the corridors, not to mention all these trash bins. Yet somehow, Gabe had to pick up after these gruff well-known furries. Ah well, at least they were at the match. That should be enough…right?
“Mac I’m seriously regretting this decision!”
“C’mon Gabe, make the best of it! We’re already here so we might as well try to enjoy ourselves.”
“How can we enjoy ourselves when we’re getting pelted by trash and popcorn bags?”
“We’re janitors Gabe. This is what we do. You can either deal with the job or quit. Me? Frankly I’m so happy I’m on the verge of pissing my pants with excitement.”
“Like last time?”
Mac sighed. “Yes, like last time.”
“You know how long it took me to clean—”
“I PISSED MY PANTS; STOP REMINDING ME ABOUT IT!!!” shouted Mac, rather loudly.
All the wrestlers and talent agents and managers stared at Muttley for a very long time with raised eyebrows and everything became awkwardly silent. The janitor’s face slowly turned red, similar to the time he farted in the hallway of a college campus or the time he accidentally farted on one of his co-worker’s faces or the time he passed gas during a formal dinner and everyone attending had to excuse themselves from the smell or the time he broke wind next to a fan and the gas was blown all around the crowded room he was in or the time… Okay, so Mac embarrassed himself several times in his life, usually something dealing with his ass or his flatulence, but it was different this time. He just embarrassed himself at a WWE FurFight, in front of a bunch of wrestlers he looked up to as idols. The chubby dog just had to be lucky that The Gastro and his cousin weren’t there, although knowing those two and their smelly history, they’d probably just me more interested in Mac. He still remembered the prank they pulled on the wrestler 1 where he soiled himself after they fooled him into eating a laxative. Like always, Mac meekly looked left and right before he began to back away from the crowd, ultimately running away to a barren area.
“Great. I’m here twenty minutes and I already embarrassed myself.”
“Just be lucky The Gastro and Rad Rhino didn’t hear you.”
“Yeah, no shit. I wouldn’t want them to hear I peed myself in public.”
“It could’ve been worse.”
“How?”
“…You could be that guy.” said Gabe, pointing to a wrestler.
Mac and Gabe looked over at a wrestler with cuts and bruises all over his body and a black eye and some spines missing from his back. The wrestler was a reddish green iguana (or perhaps all of it was blood) who just got out of the fight with the wolf. He wore a black bandanna that covered his eyes and a pair of stretchy green spandex shorts, as well as some black boots. Not the best wrestler uniform, but it’ll do.
“Fatex you got your ass kicked out there!” shouted an FX engineer who saw the fight.
The iguana grunted. “I know.” he said, holding a gash on his arm.
“You want us to help you with something?” asked Mac.
Fatex grunted again and sat down on a bench, wincing from the pain. “No, I’ll be fine…eventually.”
“You sure?” asked the FX engineer.
“Now that you mention it,”
The reptile stood up and turned around. “Is my tail missing? My derriere’s been hurting and stinging like crazy.”
Mac and Gabe’s eyes grew wide. Not only was Fatex missing his tail, but apparently the wolf went as far as clawing off the scales from his butt cheeks. The janitors could do nothing but wince and try to look away, but the exposed meat was something that neither of them could look away from. Maybe that’s why the match ended so quickly. The referee noticed the wolf was getting rough and called the match.
“Yeah, yeah you’re tail’s DEFINITELY missing.”
“I’m gonna get a doctor.” said Mac.
“Don’t worry guys; it’ll grow back.”
“Will the scales and flesh on your ass grow back?”
“WHAT!!”
As Gabe was sweeping the floors of another corridor, a wrestler chucked an empty bottle of Fanta as his head. The rhino snorted and growled at the wrestler.
“HEY!! PICK THAT UP YOU LITTLE ASS-MUNCHER!”
The wrestler screeched to a halt and quickly backed up, staring down at the chubby, yet miniscule rhinoceros.
“What d’you say ya li’l punk?” said the wrestler, punching the palm of his hand as he said “punk.”
“Nothing!”
“That’s right ya weasel.”
The wrestler stomped on the rhino’s foot and as he screamed, he picked up the bottle and shoved it in his mouth like a gag. The wrestler then walked away, chuckling evilly to himself. Mac saw the wrestler and his partner with the bottle in his throat and rushed over to him.
“Awesome! You just met The Gag-Bottle!”
Gabe spat out the bottle. “The Gag-Bottle? What kind of stupid name is that?!”
“I don’t know but it makes sense.”
Gabe sighed. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Once we get to see those matches in action, it’ll all be worth it right?”
“Right. God, I can’t wait to see The Gastro on stage!”
“Hey, don’t get too excited again.”
“I know, I know, my pants. And speaking of wrestlers, look who’s coming down the hallway!”
Gabe sniffed the air and plugged his nose. “The Stink-Bug?”
“No, but the guy is pretty smelly.”
Gabe and Mac looked forward and saw a really chubby, muscular furry walking down the hallway. The furry was wearing some harness on his body and a pair of black tights that had a green blob on the back, right where his buttocks were. It said “GAS CHAMBER” in big, black letters, a usual warning sign for most furries who approached him from behind. Should anyone look under his pants they’d find a jock strap, which he uses for his stink faces in the ring if he felt like humiliating his opponents. The wrestler’s name was Otis a.k.a. “The Gas Chamber.” He was a skunk grizzly, a basic hybrid of a gruff bear and a skunk, which would probably explain his black fur and white belly, as well as his short white Mohawk. That would also explain why he looked bulkier than normal skunk. In fact, he pretty much looked like a grizzly bear if it weren’t for his fur color.
“Oh snaps, that’s Otis The Gas Chamber!”
“The skizzly?”
“No, he’s a grunk.”
“Whatever; he’s a bear and a skunk built into one.”
“Think we should go say hi to him?”
“Nah, let’s wait until after the match.”
“Don’t you have the question you wanna ask him about his signature moves?”
Gabe snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah.”
As Otis walked passed the two janitors with a gruff grunt Gabe began to chase after the stout but burly skizzly, tugging on his tail as he was walking away.
“Hey Otis, you got a second?”
The wrestler snorted and jerked his head around, obviously annoyed by the janitor chasing after him. He already signed a bundle of autographs and he surely wasn’t going to waste anymore time on someone low on the food chain as a janitor.
“What?” he snarled.
“Uh yeah, hi. I was just wondering if you could show me one of your wrestling moves in person. Perhaps your signature move?”
“It’s on my ass.”
“…Yeah, I don’t get it.”
Otis chuckled and sighed heavily before his stomach began churn. Gabe didn’t even have time to cover his snout before the infamous eggy odor entered his nostrils.
“What the hell?!”
Otis grunted while making fists and bending over a bit before he raised his tail and blew a thunderous blast of hydrogen-sulfide in his face. Considering the fact that a rhino as fat and chubby as Gabe actually fell backwards on his head, it might’ve been the strongest fart the janitor ever came into contact with. It lasted about five seconds and the letters on his tights were practically in his face when he let one rip. And, since he was a skunk, the odor intensified tenfold. Mac wasn’t sure how bad the fart stank, but he could’ve sworn that fern was green and luscious before the gas came out…
“There’s a signature move for ya! Now if you bozos excuse me I’ve got a match to get to!”
Of course, neither of them heard what Otis said; Gabe was on his back coughing vehemently and Mac was taking huge whiffs of the fart and sighing ecstatically. The dog was wagging his tail like crazy and practically drooling and wetting his chest with his saliva. The dog took another huge whiff of the funky gas and collapsed to the ground, giggling and laughing like a mad furry.
“How-COUGH!!-How can you stand this stench!!?” asked Gabe.
“Oh Gabe, if only you spent your childhood blasting gas out your ass and getting sprayed by skunks then maybe you’d understand.”
While the janitors were busy huffing the foul gas another wrestler was slowly walking his way down the corridor. The wrestler was a blue wolf with a white underbelly and hands and footpaws, and the tips of his tail and ears were red. He was wearing a yellow mask over his eyes with holes cut in the top to let his ears out and he was wearing light gray shorts with a black dinosaur figure on the side of it. It was S.D. Maskedwolf, and it looked like he too was prepared to go out for a match too. However as he approached the coughing and drooling janitor, he recoiled his head and plugged his nose.
“EWW!! What the hell is that smell?!!”
“Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t rip one! …This time, anyway.”
Gabe got off the ground and waved a hand in front of his nose.
“It was that giant skizzly; he bent over and farted in my face!”
S.D. raised an eyebrow. “Skizzly?”
“He means grunk.”
“What the hell is a grunk?”
“Otis? That giant bear/skunk hybrid?”
“Oh, you mean The Gas Chamber! Yeah, this definitely smells like his work of art. Smells like he’s been eating from Taco Bell’s Volcano menu…again.”
S.D. leaned in and got a stronger whiff of the fart. “Oh yeah, I’d say…sixteen Volcano burritos.”
“Wow you can tell what that skizzly ate just by sniffing his farts?”
“The thing is Otis really loves to use his ‘Gas Chamber’ move on me. It’s gotten to the point where I can smell his dietary just by getting a small whiff of his butt.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“No, no it’s not.”
Maskedwolf sighed and began to walk down the aisle.
“Well I better get in the ring. Hopefully Otis won’t be too hard on me tonight.”
“Wait a minute, you’re going against The Gas Chamber?” asked Gabe.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re not worried?”
“I am, but it usually passes once I get in the ring.”
“The guy’s what, two feet taller than you? And his stomach alone is practically thicker than you are, if you know what I mean. Not to mention his special ‘Gas Chamber’ fart attack.”
“Err…yeah. Well, it-it is a little scary when you put it like that.”
“Wouldn’t it suck if that fat ass gave you a stink face?”
Maskedwolf giggled meekly and started nervously rubbing his arm. “It’s not like he hasn’t done that before, but-but-but uh it would…be…embarrassing if he did that again…”
“Gabe shut up; you’re scaring him. You’ll do fine S.D. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll die from inhaling too much noxious gas.”
S.D. gasped.
“…Let me rephrase that.”
“Right, I’m gonna go now guys. See ya!”
And with that, S.D. quickly ran down the corridor and into the stadium to start his match with Otis “The Gas Chamber” before he soiled his underpants.
Gabe and Mac took a small hiatus on their cleanup duty and sneaked over to the stadium so they could have a front row seat of Otis and S.D. duking it out in the ring. The fox announcer hopped into the ring with his microphone and began to announce the name of the wrestlers.
“And in this corner, we have the Gas Passer, the Musk Sprayer, let’s give a shoutout to Otis, The Gas Chamber!!!”
Otis raised his arms into the air and snarled with a malicious grin on his face as everyone rose from their seats and began to chant Otis’ name or cheered him on. Elsewhere, in the other corner, Maskedwolf was standing idly by waiting for the announcer to say his name.
“In the other corner we have the Skull Smasher, the Face Pounder, the Suplex-Tosser Maskedwolf!!!!”
S.D. did the same as Otis, raising a triumphant fist into the air and hearing a loud uproar from the audience.
“Is it me or is the announcer running out of nicknames for these wrestlers?” asked Mac.
“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!” shouted the fox.
And with that, the announcer stepped out of the ring and more raucous cheering and screaming from the fans was heard, including from Gabe and Mac. S.D. and Otis were staring and snarling at each other and ready to kick some ass, both determined to defeat their opponent no matter what. And that’s when the bell rang to begin the start of the match. S.D. was instantly paralyzed. He looked at his foe with a distant stare and weak knees. Urine would’ve splashed on the ground if he hadn’t already used the bathroom before the tournament. And Otis was coming right for him.
“Holy sh—”
Maskedwolf couldn’t finish before Otis charged into him and slammed his skull into the wolf, sending him hurtling backwards into the air. The wolf bounced off the rope on the ring shortly before he came right back at Otis. The skunk grizzly quickly stepped aside and held up his arm horizontally. The wolf was clotheslined by the buff arm and he fell flat on his back in less than a second, making everyone in the audience either groan or wince in pain very loudly.
“DAMN!!!” shouted Mac and Gabe.
The wolf was lying on his back with stars fluttering over his head and groaning like he was in a trance. It wasn’t until he saw the light above him growing dimmer that he noticed Otis had jumped into the air and was plummeting right down towards him. The skunk grizzly shouted triumphantly as he belly-flopped on the wolf and made the arena shake like an earthquake. The little wolf grunted loudly as he was pinned underneath the furry’s hulking frame and he couldn’t move.
“Damn, not even thirty seconds and you’re about to lose!”
Maskedwolf grunted and jolted his head around, trying to get out from underneath the grunk when he saw the referee, a German Shepard with white and black striped fur, and he started to pound on the ring.
“ONE, TWO, TH—”
Miraculously, Maskedwolf jolted his legs up and shook the chubby grunk off of him. He quickly stood up and faced his opponent, now fully ready to wrestle the skunk grizzly. As Otis stood up, Maskedwolf hopped into the air and jump-kicked the animal right in the jaw, making him awkwardly jolt his head around and spew some saliva from his mouth as he did so. The only part of his body not covered in fat or muscle was his skull, so that was what Maskedwolf had to attack. If he was lucky, he’d suffer enough head trauma and pass out. Maskedwolf kicked the skunk grizzly in his shin and waited for him to fall, shortly before punching him in the head four times and giving him an uppercut. However, it only seemed to do minor damage; Otis quickly stood back up and grabbed the wolf by the throat and tossed him into the air. As he screamed and nearly reached the ceiling, Otis side-stepped and held his arm in the air with a fist made. Once the furry came crashing to the ring, he hit the floor of the ring. Well, he would’ve, but Otis’ arm was in the way. And as a result, Maskedwolf landed on his fist like it was a spike in Mortal Kombat and he hit the fist so hard, it bruised the solar plexus. The canine wrestler groaned loudly with his mouth wide open and his eyes ready to pop out his head and everyone in the audience groaned again. Otis laughed maliciously before he lowered his arm and Maskedwolf fell flat on his back. While he was busy coughing violently and groaning on the mat, Otis slowly walked over to him and squatted over his face.
“Whuh—”
Otis proceeded to raise his left leg and gave the oxygen in the wrestler’s nose a foul supplementation of wind from his lower intestines. The gas had a light green tint to it and smelled terrible, like a seven ton dead rat shoved into a public latrine the janitor forgot to wash four months ago. All Maskedwolf could do was moan and plug his nose as the hot wind was blasting him in the face. All he could see was the green splat on Otis’ tights that said “GAS CHAMBER” in big black letters. Everyone in the audience was either recoiling their heads or shouting with disgust as the wolf had a full supply of gas shot into his face.
“That’s appalling.”
But Mac didn’t respond to Gabe. All he could do was murr happily and pant as he was trying to take as many whiffs of the grunk gas as he could, admiring the quality of the stench. S.D. was right. It didn’t smell like digested Volcano burritos.
“AAUGGH!! You couldn’t wait for me to shut my mouth first?!!?” shouted Maskedwolf, fanning a paw in front of his nose.
“That’d take the fun out of it, dont’cha think?”
Maskedwolf, already tolerable of the skunk grizzly’s noxious farts, quickly recovered from the gas attack and began to wrestle yet again. His gut still hurt but he wasn’t too wounded to fight. Maskedwolf hopped into the air and punched Otis in the face, before repeating the same move again and again and again, like a kangaroo hopping up and down relentlessly. Otis countered one of the punches and punched Maskedwolf in the chest again, planting him flat on the floor. Maskedwolf rolled out of the way when Otis tried to kick him and in return, arrived to the ropes on the ring. He climbed on the ropes backwards and before Otis had time to react, he flipped himself backwards and grabbed Otis’ neck by clenching his legs together. During mid-flip, Maskedwolf placed his paws on the ring mat and used all of his lower body strength to flip Otis flat on his stomach, something like a facebuster or a chokeslam, only Otis landed on his stomach, and Maskedwolf used his legs. Before Otis had the time to get back up, Maskedwolf jumped into the air and landed on top of Otis, making sure he slammed on the skunk grizzly’s spine with his elbow. Otis screamed from the pain and involuntarily farted in the wolf’s face, causing him to recoil and back away from the stench again. Stunned, Otis got off the ground and went to town on Maskedwolf, punching him three times in the head before kicking him in the stomach and upper-cutting him, lifting him into the air. The wolf recovered quickly and grabbed the giant opponent by the waist.
“What the—”
Roaring triumphantly, Maskedwolf lifted the fat skunk grizzly into the air and threw him behind himself, performing his trademark suplex move. Both of them fell to the floor, with Otis’ head shaking like crazy. Thinking back on it, this probably wasn’t the best move to do, considering the fact it felt like he just broke his spine. While Maskedwolf was tired and gradually growing weary, Otis was still in his prime. And, to make matters worse, his stomach began to growl. The skunk grizzly laughed loudly and cracked his knuckles as he stood back up.
“Oooh, you’re gonna get it now S.D.!!”
Otis grabbed Maskedwolf by his waist from behind and flipped him over himself so the wolf landed on his scalp.
“OW.” he said, flatly, even though it hurt him dearly.
Otis punched Maskedwolf five times in the face the second he got up and kicked him in the back, then grabbed his tail and lifted him into the air. He started spinning the unfortunate wrestler around like a rope and he was screaming hysterically, afraid Otis would let go and he’d go flying off into a table and he’d lose some teeth (if he hadn’t already). But Otis chucked him back into the air and as he came back down, Otis hopped into the air and jump-kicked him into the ropes. As he came flying back, Otis punched him in the face again and kicked him in the buttocks before he landed, flipping him around several times over. Maskedwolf was lying on the floor, bleeding now and moaning softly, hoping all the pain would stop. But as always, Otis wanted to have more fun with him. He grabbed Maskedwolf by the mask and groin and lifted the puny canine above his head, his arms held high. He waited until everyone in the audience was screaming and cheering his name and hoping that Maskedwolf would do something to escape his opponent’s grimy clutches, but he was too weak, too lethargic to fight anymore. And so, Otis threw the wolf down on his back with a thunderous slam and cracking sound.
“OOOOOHHHH!!!”
“Looks like S.D. is down and out for this match.” said Mac.
“It looked like he was about to win this time too.”
“Meh, I guess you can’t win ‘em all right?”
But the match wasn’t over yet. Otis still wasn’t done “playing” with his opponent. His gut was really beginning to growl now, and he needed someplace to release all the odorous contents inside. What better way to do that than releasing it all onto his opponent and rendering him completely unconscious? And so, the second Maskedwolf stood up, he bent over and farted right on the tip of his snout. It wasn’t very forceful, but man did it stink! Even Mac himself had to plug his nose just to prevent the gas from burning his nose-hairs. Everyone in the audience groaned or recoiled again (at least half of them got a giant whiff of the gas) while Otis merely laughed heartily, cocking up his right leg and feeding more luscious hydrogen-sulfide into the canine’s face. By then, the gas was suffocating his brain and lungs and everything was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second. Maskedwolf let out a hacking cough and retched before he finally swayed to his right, and then backwards. Gravity kicked in and he was on the floor of the ring. Of course, Otis was never satisfied with himself, so he proceeded to play with him some more. The skunk grizzly squatted over the wolf’s body like he was about to take a dump on his face and let loose another stream of sour, malodorous gas. Luckily, the wrestler’s mouth wasn’t open, but his eyes still were, and now they were stinging and burning like crazy. The sound of it was like a French horn or trumpet that played a very flat note for eleven seconds, and once he was done, all the noise around him was more groaning and whoops of joy. He knew the crowd (Mac anyway) wanted more, so he gave it to them, and let loose some more bombastic flatus from his bowels. The skunk grizzly sighed and fanned his behind before laughing heartily again and plugging his own nose. It wasn’t beginning to stink, but now it was just noxious and sour to the point where even Otis himself thought his own gas stank.
But the crowd seemed to be cheering him on, so he gave everyone what they wanted and let off another fart. He grabbed his butt cheeks and stretched them out to let more gas fly out his ass and create a more rambunctious noise that was capable of making a girder fall from the ceiling of the stadium. It was merely rumbling at first, but towards the end of the gas expulsion it sounded like someone blowing bubbles through water, or some pipes chugging very loudly. From what Maskedwolf could tell the green splat on Otis’ tights got darker and it began to smell like the skunk grizzly just soiled himself accidentally. Or perhaps his vision was just growing darker because he was losing consciousness. Otis stopped farting and waved a hand behind his buttocks again before plugging his nose.
“WHOOO!!! Man that was a wet one!”
“Goddamn, why don’t the guy just make it simply and take a dump in his pants, eh Muttley? …Muttley?”
Mac Muttley was lying on the ground, giggling maniacally in a puddle of his own slobber and convulsing with ecstasy. He was huffing the air and drooling and laughing so hard it was beginning to hurt him. Gabe knew his friend was a big fan of flatulence and had his own gassy problems but wow…the furry was literally going crazy just from the smell. Even Gabe had to think that was too much. Then again, perhaps the compounds in the flatulence was making Mac go into a seizure but as far as he could tell, Mac was enjoying himself. He slowly backed away from his crazy dog and covered his nose, still appalled by the stench of the farts. Meanwhile, Otis stood straight up from Maskedwolf and heard the crowd chanting his name. He smiled gloatingly at his fans and patted his fat belly again.
“Whaddaya says guys?! Should I give him the Stink Face?!!?”
Everyone responded by roaring and howling with joy again and raising a fist into the air repeatedly, chanting, “STINK FACE! STINK FACE! STINK FACE! STINK FACE!!!” Otis growled with satisfaction and quickly stripped off his tights, showing nothing but the musky jockstrap cradling his waist and barely covering his flabby ass cheeks. The skunk grizzly turned his head around and looked at the subdued blue wolf, still having one final trick up his sleeve. Otis walked backwards until his butt was hovering over the wolf’s face and he could still smell the musty odor emitting from his derriere.
“Looks like it’s the end for you S.D.!!”
Maskedwolf didn’t even have time to gasp before Otis sat down and crushed the wolf underneath his repugnant butt crack with a loud thud that made the arena rock. Everyone cheered once more as Otis folded his arms, still smiling smugly. He wiggled his butt cheeks from side to side before sighing and scooting back and forth, burying the stink into his fur. And, last but not least, he let out one final mega whopper fart. It was loud enough to crack a couple of windows (in fact it did) and the stench was unbearable. Many of the furries in the bleachers had to cover their snouts and run outside. Others began to black out or, like Mac, began to fall on the floor, convulsing. And this was just the furries around Otis; Maskedwolf himself was lying right underneath the line of fire. He was already knocked out the second the butt got on his head; at this point he was gonna get brain damage. The whole arena was surrounded with a cloud of noxious green gas for nearly forty-five seconds and when the sound ceased, everything was deathly silent. The fans waited for the gas cloud to filter out the stadium before everyone stared at The Gas Chamber, still triumphant than ever. Everyone waited for him to let out the final toot before they rose their arms into the air and cheered. The referee, who was now wearing a gasmask, ran into the ring and slammed his paw on the arena floor three times before the bell rang four times and the winner was declared.
“Winner: Otis, The Gas Chamber!!”
Otis stood up and raised his arms into the air with another roar of excitement before everyone continued to chant his name. Maskedwolf on the other hand wasn’t so lucky…
“THAT WAS ON OF THE BEST MATCHES EVER!!!” shouted Mac, still excited from the wrestling tournament.
“I gotta admit all those moves that Maskedwolf and Otis did were pretty badass, but I guess you can’t top a flatulent skizzly.”
“Grunk! He’s a grunk!”
“Whatever.”
“Hehe, and here I thought we were your biggest fans.” said a mysterious voice.
Mac Muttley turned around and saw two purplish-gray rhinos who were chubby and fat and full of muscle standing next to each other with their arms folded and grins on their faces. On the left was a rhino wearing a full green spandex wrestling uniform complete with black boots with white laces on them, and to his right was his cousin, a rhino wearing a red uniform and wearing gold boots with black laces. It was Rad Rhino and The Gastro, a.k.a. Mac Muttley’s biggest fan and his cousin, who particularly used the same fighting tactics. They were both standing right there, right in front of him.
Mac jumped into the air and started squealing like a schoolgirl.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Unspecified / Any
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