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After the match between Maskedwolf and The Gas Chamber, Mac and Gabe watch the Stinky Spritz Skoons and Rad Rhino and his cousin The Gastro wrestle, and Mac is lucky enough to spend some time with his idol wrestlers after the match.
Special guest appearance by Mac Muttley (owned by
Skunkbomb123), S.D. Maskedwolf, and Otis "The Gas Chamber" (both owned by 
Crytus)
PART 1
Like always, the first thing Mac wanted to do was hug them so hard he squeezed a fart out of both of them, especially The Gastro. He was a really big fan of his work, mostly because of his flatulent tactics. He always hoped that one day he would get to see a match involving The Gastro, and now he had met the guy in person. And if that wasn’t enough, he got a chance to meet his cousin AND that other grunk/skizzly—whatever the hell you call it—Otis and saw a match with him. Otis seemed more stubborn and ignorant than the smelly rhino cousins but hey, you can’t beat a giant chubby skunk/grizzly bear farting his ass off inside of an arena. Gabe kept his distance, already aware that one of the cousins could go off at any moment. He still had no idea how he managed to deal with the stench of Otis’s gas bubbles, but working with a furry as smelly as Muttley, he was starting to get used to it.
“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE MY WRESTLING IDOLS!!” shouted Muttley, still grasping The Gastro.
“Yeah, like we haven’t heard that before.” said Rad Rhino.
“Oh c’mon guys! I’m a really big fan! I may not be the biggest fan of yours, but how many times do you hear of a canine in his mid 40s who still likes fart jokes and wrestlers who use them effectively?!”
The Gastro chuckled. “He’s got ya there man.”
“So uh…you guys think you could give me a little ‘demonstration’ of what you’re gonna do to the Stinky Spritz Skoons?”
The siblings chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that? We can’t spoil the surprise now, can we?”
“Aww, c’mon guys! Just-just one little display of what you’re gonna do? It doesn’t even have to last long or even smell that bad!”
“Let’s put it this way: we’ve been spending the last two weeks eating absolutely nothing but fiber and spicy foods. Just this morning Rad here was smart enough to drown his pizza with hot sauce.”
“It’s not that bad once you get past the indigestion.”
“And I myself have no problem chowing down on all those Blackjack tacos from Taco Bell, or eating all those spicy grilled wings from KFC so I think we got our bowels covered.” said The Gastro, patting his gut twice.
“Oh, that all sounds lovely. Do you still think you could give me a small demonstration? Please?” asked Mac, showing off puppy dog eyes.
Rad Rhino and The Gastro looked at each other and laughed in a somewhat leering tone before they looked back at Mac.
“I suppose one little move couldn’t hurt. You want me or Rad to go?”
“Rad.”
Mac secretly wanted The Gastro to show off his move but he was curious to see what his cousin had in store, plus he didn’t want to be rude and completely ignore his idol’s counterpart. Rad Rhino abruptly sat on the floor before he fell backwards while grabbing his boots so they were hoisted into the air. It looked like he was about to roll backwards and fall on his face, but instead, he stayed in the position so his ass was pointing in Mac’s face. Rad grunted and let out a short, but powerful and wet fart that made his wrestling outfit rumble. Mac knew the two rhinoceroses were related just by getting a whiff of the gas. However, whiff would be an understatement; Mac had his snout almost rubbing against the rhino’s ass and he was sniffing so much his chest was puffing out. Once he exhaled he let out a weird, ecstatic murr and drooled a little.
“Hehe, those skoons have no idea who they’re messing with.”
Rad Rhino flipped backwards and got to his feet. “You got that right?”
“So when are you guys gonna wrestle?”
“’Bout a half-hour actually.”
“Which is good, because now we have time to finish these extra-extra-large burritos stuffed with grilled chicken and barbecued beans.” said The Gastro, holding up a massive burrito about the size of his arm.
Mac smiled widely. “Those skoons have no idea what kind of night they’re in for!”
Maskedwolf was lying on a metal bench inside of the locker room groaning softly with an ice pack resting on his left eye. He didn’t even remember waking back up in the room that smelled like gym shorts and wet furries. He could’ve sworn he was in the stadium, a giant burly black grunk ass that smelled like rotten eggs resting on his face. Now, he was in the locker room, breathing heavily with some ice resting over his face. Someone must’ve got his unconscious body and hauled him in. It was another disappointing fight for S.D., but he was trying to think on the positive side right now. He wasn’t dead, thank God, there couldn’t be anything more humiliating than dying because someone farted on you too much and smothered you with their funky ass. He also wasn’t in a coma or suffering from some kind of illness from the noxious fumes. Most important was that he held out longer than he thought he would’ve. And this was the very first time he performed a successful suplex move on the stinker. Of course, maybe if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have sprained his back but it’s the thought that counts. At least it showed he was gradually getting better everyday, and if he was lucky, there’d be a day where he would squat over the grunk’s face and blast his own flatus in his olfaction system. Whether or not anyone was watching, he certainly would feel a lot better when that day came. For now, he was just gonna have to wait and rest until his eye felt better and his body didn’t feel so bruised.
But as always, good things had to come to an end, and Maskedwolf sat up more alert than ever. His nose was a little clogged with Otis’s foul odor but he still could easily recognize him. It didn’t take him long to look up and see the chubby wrestlers with his Mohawk standing next to him, smiling. S.D. groaned exasperatedly.
“What do you want now Otis?! Come to gloat some more?”
“Hehe, no, no. I just wanted to say that was a pretty good fight you put on out there.”
“That’s a surprise,” said S.D., taking off the ice. “Shouldn’t you be gloating some more or farting or sitting on my face?”
“Just cause we hate each other doesn’t mean we can’t be civil right?”
“You gassed me into submission for the sole purpose of embarrassing me!”
“Yeah, and if you had the same girth and weight as myself and ate all the food I did, I’m sure you’d do exactly the same thing.”
Maskedwolf shrugged. “I suppose I would. So…are we like, friends now?”
“No.”
“Acquaintances?”
“No.”
“…Wrestling buddies?”
“No.”
“Two wrestlers who don’t like each other but secretly act civil behind closed doors even though one of them spends his time embarrassing other wrestlers by farting on them and giving them stink-faces?”
“Yeah that’s pretty much it.” chuckled Otis.
“I can live with that. Better than fighting a wrestler who secretly tries to rape you or someone who throws you in the port-a-potty and takes a dump on you.”
Hmm, I haven’t tried that yet, thought Otis.
“Since we’re back here, wanna smell what I ate after the big fight?”
“Sure! I’d—wait, say that again?”
Otis grabbed Maskedwolf by his arm and he shouted as he flipped him over, slamming his back against the floor. The blue wolf looked up and gasped just in time for the grunk to get on his knees. However, as he got on his knees, he made sure he planted his rear-end on S.D.’s nose, muffling his shouts of protest. He growled softly and smiled leeringly before he let out a loud fart that rumbled against the wolf’s face and made his hair and fur flutter a little. Otis laughed raucously and took a whiff of the odor.
“Smells like chili-cheese-fries! Maybe you should have a second helping!”
Maskedwolf screamed again as the grunk poisoned his nose and mouth with the stench of rotten French fries and chili and cheese.
Elsewhere, the Stinky Spritz Skoons were getting ready for their match. Neither of them was related, as opposed to The Gastro and Rad Rhino, but they did look the same and were close friends. When they were in middle school they were picked on for their foul stench and teased and bullied everyday. Eventually, Charlie asked his father how to spray his skoon oil, and he and Kerik began to fight back. They sprayed so many bullying furries that many of them dropped out of school because they stank worse than they did. After they realized they could defend themselves with their stink, they took their power for granted and started playing pranks, most notably when they flooded the ventilation system of their high school with galloons of skoon oil so the whole place stank for nearly a month. But now, they were adults, in their mid 30s and still as mischievous as ever. They still pulled pranks, still sprayed furries, and still farted in public places, like the time they cleared a McDonald’s just by letting out two SBDs. Charlie was a little taller, and fatter, than Kerik, but looked almost the same. He had a gray underbelly and dark red fur, and his tail was striped black and dark red. He was wearing a pair of dark green wrestling shorts made out of spandex. They weren’t really visible due to his fat (not from the front anyway) but anyone could tell he was wearing the really short-shorts once they saw the material pressed against his buttocks. He also had a bandanna tied around his eyes, and a regular pair of black boots. Kerik wore the exact same outfit, but his shorts were longer and made of nylon. The only thing that separated them from regular bulky raccoon or skunk wrestlers was their strong odor, and the long white stripe going down their backs and ending at their tail. Right now they were resting in their locker room and putting their wrestling gear on, waiting for the impending fight.
“You ready Kerik?”
“Yeah I’m ready!”
“Good thing we ate all those potatoes this morning right?”
“…Potatoes?”
“Yeah! Potatoes give you nasty farts. I should know; my dad ate a bunch before going to bed on a camping trip. We weren’t even sleeping in the same tent and I could still hear and smell ‘em.”
“But I ate a bunch of melted cheese this morning! Who gives a damn about potatoes?”
“Cause potato farts smell like rotten French fries with mayonnaise on top.”
“Ew, that’s gross dude.”
“That’s the point! We’re gonna fart those rhinos into submission tonight pal!”
“I was hoping we’d stink ‘em into submission. I haven’t taken a shower in the past two weeks.”
Charlie laughed. “Only two weeks?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I haven’t bathed in over two years. You have no idea how foul my shorts smell.”
Kerik shuddered. “I think that’s too much, even for me. But we’re skoons. Bathing wouldn’t help our odor anyway; it’d just mask the scent for a few hours.”
“Hence why I stopped showering.”
Kerik tied his bandanna over his eyes. “I’ve heard a lot about these guys. Rumor has it that Rad pooped in a bathtub with one of his rivals. I also heard that they pranked 1—”
“What the hell kind of wrestling name is 1?”
“—by giving him a laxative in his beer. The German Shepard wound up shitting his pants in front of his partner Dax and The Gastro and Rad Rhino.”
“What’s your point?”
“We shouldn’t underestimate them! I wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled a surprise Throw-Dung-Balls-At-You move!”
“No rhino is that dirty.”
“Have you ever been to Viletopia?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
Another half-hour passed by, and pretty soon, the tournament began. Once again, the stadium was filled with screaming, roaring fans who were all eager to see the Stinky Spritz Skoons and The Gastro and Rad Rhino duke it out in the ring. The smell from the previous battle had been cleared out amazingly fast, and now it was ready to get polluted with another arsenal of smelly flatus. Once again, the fox announcer jumped into the ring with his microphone in his paws and started to shout out the wrestlers’ names.
“Oh great, I wonder what corny names the announcer is gonna give The Gastro and Rad Rhino and the Stinky Spritz Skoons.” said Gabe flatly.
“Why are you wearing a gasmask?”
“Because I don’t want to die.” said the rhino, taking in a strong hollow breath.
“And in this corner, we have the smelly hybrids, the striped skoons, give a raucous shout-out for The Stinky Spritz Skoons!!!”
The rotund skoon wrestlers jumped into the ring and threw their arms into the air with wide grins on their maws.
“In the other corner are the chubby farts, the horned mammals, the airy passers, give it up for The Gastro, and his cousin Rad Rhino!!!”
Similar to the Stinky Spritz Skoons, everyone cheered for the two flatulence rhinos once they jumped into the ring and held their arms into the air. Both of them stared at their opponents across the stage and smiled evilly before growling a little. The skoons responded by cracking their knuckles.
“Well, that’s a little better.” said Gabe, flatly.
Mac didn’t care, as he was busy staring at The Gastro and his cousin with anticipation, panting and wagging his tail wildly.
“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!”
The announcer stepped out of the ring before the match began and the wrestlers continued to stare at each other with threatening glares, ready to rip out their opponents’ spines and use them as their own ironic back-scratcher. The bell suddenly rang after twenty seconds or so and everyone let out another deafening cheer. The Gastro hopped into the ring first, leaving his cousin standing on the edge of the ring behind the ropes. On the other side, Kerik went into the ring first, and let his friend Charlie stay on the edge of the ring. Both of them started out by charging towards each other like wild bulls, in fact, before he started running, The Gastro snorted like one. Kerik knew that going against an animal with a giant horn that could delve through his abdomen wasn’t the smart idea, but Kerik knew this wasn’t the kind of wrestling where it was fighting to the death. He did hear of a few furs dying but those were all accidental. …That didn’t make him feel better, because The Gastro could easily jam his horn into him on accident, but he was sure that possibility was low. So, they continued to charge. Once they got close enough, they attacked. Kerik shouted and brought up his paw to punch The Gastro in the face, but The Gastro, despite his girth, had longer arms and was quicker. He socked the skoon right in the mouth, flipping him over so he landed in a prostrate position. Kerik quickly recovered from the attack and shook his head, but before anything could happen, he screamed once a giant mass pinned him to the floor of the ring. The Gastro turned back around and jumped on top of Kerik, slamming his elbow on his spine. He knew all the rhino had to do now was just roll over and he’d be finished, so he jolted his body up and knocked him off. They scurried to their feet and stared at each other, waiting to make another move.
“Your move hybrid.”
Kerik chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Kerik instantly jerked around and shot out a long stream of skoon oil, nearly hitting the rhino in the face and burning his eyes. Luckily, The Gastro side-stepped and was out of the line of fire. Kerik expected this and got to his feet. The Gastro charged towards him again, but as he got ready to punch, the skoon grabbed his arm and punched the chubby rhino in the solar plexus. The Gastro groaned loudly, bending over and farting unintentionally. If Maskedwolf was in the ring, he would’ve stepped back and plugged his nose, but since his opponent was a skoon, he had no problem with the stench. Kerik kneed the rhino in the face and threw his body into the rhino’s, both of them toppling over to the floor of the ring with a loud thud. The Gastro head-butted the skoon in the face and he fell off the furry. Before Kerik could fight back, The Gastro punched him four times in the face and grabbed him by the waist, wrapping his arms around the skoon so he had no chance of escaping.
“Oh sh—”
The Gastro yelled and performed a suplex move, throwing the skoon over his body and slamming him down on his back, making several spectators shout out “OOOOOOHHHH” and inhale sharply. Kerik’s head was ringing and he was having a little trouble concentrating and seeing. The skoon shook his head and looked back at The Gastro, who was laughing evilly and stomping his way over to him. He got to his footpaws and slapped Charlie on the paw and hopped out the ring, his partner jumping over the red ropes. He instantly grabbed The Gastro as he ran towards him and flipped him over in a suplex move. Unlike Kerik, Charlie was swift, almost as much as The Gastro. The skoon jumped on top of the rhino and pinned him down with his body mass. The referee got on the floor and slammed his paw down twice, before The Gastro jerked his body up and knocked Charlie off. They stood on the ring staring at each other before Charlie made his move. He punched The Gastro in the face before grabbing him by the shoulders. Almost instantly, he fell to the floor and kicked him in the back of the legs, causing the rhino to fall on his face.
“C’mon Gastro, get up!” encouraged Muttley.
The Gastro didn’t get up, but he felt his bowels bubbling and decided now was the time to give the audience what he wanted. He felt like it would be a cheap shot, but Kerik just tried to blind him with skoon oil a minute ago, so he had no problem defending himself with flatulence. As Charlie was about to pin The Gastro to the floor, he grunted with his tail raised and blew out a giant fart in the skoon’s face, polluting the air with a strong odor of rotten eggs and digested tacos and ribs. Even Charlie couldn’t handle the stink; at first it was just a brief displeasing odor, but after seconds passed, the odor began to grow worse and he just so happened to widen his nostrils when the gas came in. He didn’t cough or wave a paw in front of his nose, like many of the spectators were doing, but he did move back a little and groan loudly, shaking his head and trying to get rid of the stench. While he was stunned, The Gastro went over to Rad Rhino and slapped his hand, hopping out of the ring. Rad ran over to Charlie and punched him in the face quite a number of times before grabbing him by the legs and hauling him into the air. He then threw Charlie forward and watched as he fell flat on his back. Like his cousin, Rad didn’t waste anytime and jumped into the air, ready to slam his entire body on top of Charlie so he could finish him off. Charlie wasn’t going down that easy though, and he rolled out of the way before Rad Rhino could pin him down. Charlie got to his feet and turned around, raising his tail and squirting a long, steamy trail of skoon oil in his eyes. Rad Rhino cried out and started rubbing his eyes just before Charlie farted in Rad’s face. The fart was short and abrupt, but it was very hot and due to the combined odor of Charlie’s butt, skoon oil, and flatulence, it made Rad very dizzy and lightheaded, like he was standing next to a deep fat fryer boiling hundreds of French fries.
“That sneaky son-of-a-bitch!”
“You didn’t say anything when The Gastro farted in Charlie’s face.”
“Shut up Gabe, and his flatulence didn’t blind him!”
Everyone in the audience was cheering for the Stinky Spritz Skoons and Charlie decided to gloat about it by raising a fist into the air, yelling triumphantly while Rad Rhino was pinned down. The Gastro couldn’t tag his cousin’s hand, as he was too far away and still trying to get the skoon oil out of his eyes, so he did the next best thing: he hogged all the attention. Just because he wasn’t in the ring didn’t mean he wasn’t in the match, and he could certainly boost the morale. The Gastro felt some gas in his colon and stood on the ropes with fists made and his ass aimed at the crowd. Without warning, the fat rhino let out a humongous fart that blew some of the furries in the front rows on their backs. His tail fluttered as the gas came out and the rear-end of his wrestling suit vibrated and rumbled as the cacophonous gas spewed out with ease. It overpowered the fart Charlie let out and even better was that the entire audience got a whiff of it, including Mac. The canine let out a loud gasp of joy before leaning forward and inhaling the smelly, blissful odor. He started panting and drooling and his footpaw started moving up and down like someone was giving him a backrub or scratching his chin. Gabe merely stared at the rhino, blinking as the gasmask shielded his olfaction.
“You should really take that off; it smells wonderful in here!”
“I don’t think so.”
Surprisingly, The Gastro’s tactics worked and everyone in the crowd ignored Charlie and cheered for him instead. He wanted to show that even though he was losing he still had his confidence and pride. He also wanted to make Charlie jealous and piss him off, and it worked. The skoon dashed towards The Gastro, ready to shove him off the ropes and onto the floor, but before he could, Rad grabbed him by the tail and pulled him down. He suddenly grabbed Charlie’s left arm with his legs and started to bend it, trying to pop the arm out of socket in order to force the skoon into submission. Charlie started grunting and groaning, trying to kick the rhino away but it was no use. All he could do was lie there as his bone began to give away. He jerked his other arm to the left to grab one of his shoes or feet, but that was also futile. It was then that he noticed there was a paw desperately trying to touch his own. He looked up and saw Kerik leaning into the ring with a desperate attempt at trying to tag him. Charlie grunted again and slapped a couple of Kerik’s fingers, and his partner quickly joined him in the ring. Kerik started out by performing a big splash on Rad Rhino and he instantly let go of Charlie’s arm and grunted. He also let out a large fart, but Charlie and Kerik didn’t mind the smell. It wasn’t as bad as The Gastro’s nor did it last as long. In fact, the fart that The Gastro let out for the audience for gawk over was still hovering in the atmosphere. It was two against one now, but Rad Rhino knew how to hold his own…sort of. The rhino managed to get to his feet and started to go on the defense. Kerik rushed towards Rad and he countered the attack by kicking him in the abdomen. Charlie immediately followed with a fist made but Rad stood still, as though he were paralyzed with fear. Then he suddenly turned around and back elbowed the skoon, knocking out a tooth and sending him flat on his back.
“DAMN!!!” shouted Mac and Gabe.
Rad Rhino noticed that Kerik was starting to get up from the floor, so he promptly walked over to the skoon, bent over, and farted on his head before he slapped him in the face with his tail. The rhino waved a hand behind his buttocks while Kerik fell back down and groaned. Apparently this one smelled worse than the last fart, something that reminded him of cabbage. Everyone in the audience cheered (some groaned with disgust) while Mac leaned in some more and sniffed, wagging his tail just as much as before. While Rad Rhino was busy gloating and mocking Kerik, he failed to notice or hear his cousin shout out to look out for Charlie.
“Whuh?”
Rad Rhino screamed and groaned loudly once he was blinded by skoon oil once again. He also was the first of the gassy cousins to get a taste of the foul thick liquid.
“UAAAAHHH!!! YOU CAUGHT ME WITH MY MOUTH OPEN!!” he shouted, grabbing his tongue and trying to remove the taste from his maw.
Kerik tripped Rad while he was stunned before Charlie got on the ropes of the ring and stretched out his arms like he was about to start flexing. Then he looked down at the rhino and let gravity do the work. He didn’t really jump; he just turned off his body and let gravity push him forward, subsequently falling on the rhino’s back. After he fell, Kerik took a few steps back and ran over to Rad before he could get up, performing the butt drop maneuver and pinning Rad back down to the floor with his smelly buttocks. Before he could rise, he grunted with fists made and farted loud enough to cloud Rad with a cloudy green mist of skoon flatulence, laughing raucously after he was done. The referee, although weary of the stench, bolted into the ring and started slamming his paw against the floor.
“ONE! TWO!”
Two millimeters later and Rad Rhino and The Gastro would’ve lost. It was that close of a call between victory and defeat. Lucky Rad, he weighed over 500 pounds and he was okay with the smell of flatulence so it was rather easy for him to knock Kerik off.
“Alright, that’s enough playing.” Rad muttered.
The rhino in red rushed over to The Gastro and slammed him on his hand. The match was even now: two against two. Two sibling rhinos on one side, and two friendly skoons on the other. All four of them charged towards each other and that’s when things really began to rumble. The Gastro hopped into the air and kicked Charlie in the mouth, knocking out another tooth. Rad Rhino head-butted Kerik and a small amount of blood came out. Then he started punching the skoon constantly, at least seven times before grabbing him by the waist and flipping him so he was upside-down. Rad held the skoon for a few seconds before slamming his buttocks on the ground, simultaneously slamming the skoon’s skull on the floor. Charlie grabbed one of The Gastro’s legs and before he knew it, the skoon picked up the rhino and held him above his body in a Fireman’s carry position. He made things simple, and took a few steps forward before chucking the rhino on his back. Kerik was still having trouble against Rad, as he was lying on top of Rad, his stomach throbbing in pain. Rad grabbed Kerik and puts his knees up to his stomach before tipping himself backwards so the skoon would land on his knees, the double knee gutbuster move. Kerik was growing tired now and suddenly needed some help from Charlie. But Charlie was lying prostrate on the mat after The Gastro grabbed him by the back of the head and threw him down with a one-handed bulldog move. Rad Rhino picked the skoon off the floor and punched him in the face four times, his body spinning around so he was looking at his back. He grabbed him by the waist again and flipped himself backwards so Kerik landed on his skull and fell on his back. Kerik was stunned by the move and lying on the mat with his head throbbing. Rad Rhino climbed on the rope of the ring and looked down at his opponent before smiling and doing a backwards somersault, landing stomach first on Kerik. Everyone in the crowd began to cheer louder than ever, most importantly Mac Muttley, even though he was paying more attention to The Gastro. Speaking of which, he had dealt with his opponent too, and was currently sitting on his gut after performing a butt drop maneuver. Kerik and Charlie were both lying on the mat with stars above their heads, and the siblings figured it was time to go in for the kill. They dragged the Stinky Spritz Skoons into the middle of the ring and stood them up, their bodies still swaying like they were intoxicated. Then both rhinos turned around and bent over before raising their tails and smiling at each other. Subsequently, they let out a mighty gust of wind that was so powerful it knocked the Stinky Spritz Skoons into the ropes, where they bounced off and fell on the floor. There wasn’t much of an odor, but the fart was very strong if it managed to blow wrestlers who each weighed over 300 pounds backwards a few feet. By now the rhinos knew they had won, but the crowd wanted the siblings to do what they did best.
“What do you think Rad? Should we pin ‘em now or gas ‘em first?”
“Where’d the fun in pinning someone if we don’t fart them into submission first?”
The Gastro chuckled. “Right.”
The rhinos walked over to the subdued skoons and rolled them over so their faces were looking up at the ceiling of the stadium. However, seconds later, they were looking at the rumps of The Gastro and Rad Rhino, who squatted over their noses like they were about to take a dump. With fists made and their stomachs grumbling, they started to force all the gas towards the large intestines. Mac Muttley ran even closer to the ring and stuck his nose high into the air so he could get a strong whiff of the impending gas. Hearing the loud roars from the crowd, The Gastro and Rad Rhino raised their tails and let out a humongous trail of flatulence into the skoons’ faces. It was similar to what Otis did to Maskedwolf, but instead of farting on them relentlessly, they simple let out one giant gas bubble. The stadium didn’t shake, but somehow, everything in the stadium became hot and thick with a rancid stench of rotten pizza and hot sauce, which combined with the odor of digested wings and old tacos. There was a faint fog in the air, a yellowish haze that made it hard to spot a few individuals if a furry had terrible eyesight. The Gastro and Rad were grunting and relaxing the muscles in their buttocks to let all the gas out, which had been going on for nearly twenty-five seconds now. Mac was busy inhaling the gas like he was doing a long line of coke, sniffing non-stop. The rhinos stopped farting for a moment before their stomach churned loudly and they suddenly let out another loud fart. It sounded wetter than the last one and it did make the ring rumble a little; Gabe could’ve sworn the floor was shaking a bit. And yet, the siblings seemed to have no problem letting it out. They were sweating a little and grunting with their teeth grit, but they didn’t mind the smell or the noise. Well over a quarter of the audience was either wearing a gasmask or unconscious now, and Mac was in another seizure, jolting around on the floor erratically as he laughed maniacally with froth coming out of his mouth. Meh, Gabe figured it was better than the alternative, which would’ve left a large stain of sticky white slime on the floor. Anyway, the rhinos finished off their fart with one final poot and waved the smell in the skoons’ faces again. Both of them looked down at their opponents before sitting down on their torso. The referee, once again wearing a gasmask, came into the ring and slapped his paw on the floor of the ring three times before the bell rang a couple of times, indicating the winner of the match.
“Winner: The Gastro and Rad Rhino!”
The siblings raised a triumphant fist into the air and smiled widely once the fans began to cheer and chant their names. They later shouted again and high-fived each other. Meanwhile, the Stinky Spritz Skoons were lying on the floor, unconscious and reeking of rhino ass.
“OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!” shouted Mac.
“Are you gonna pee your pants again?”
“Stop pestering about that subject! I still haven’t told our boss you were the one who broke his model airplane!”
“Because that’s not embarrassing.”
“Yeah well, sharting yourself as you bend over to pick up a dollar is.”
“YOU—!”
Gabe lowered his voice. “You said you never saw me do that.”
“I lied.” said Mac, flashing Gabe a cheesy smile.
The blue rhino sighed and started walking over to the cart carrying his janitorial supplies.
“Well, we better get the rest of this corridor cleaned up before the stadium closes.”
As Mac was about to get the mop and wipe up the floor, he happened to spot two chubby rhinos walk into an executive room with a yellow star on it. Mac smiled a little bit and crept away from Gabe and headed to the door, quietly twisting the knob and entering. As he thought, The Gastro and Rad Rhino were inside the room and laughing and talking to each other about the match they just had. The room looked glorious; two couches big enough for six or seven furries to sit on, a verdant, bluish carpet with a foreign design, a few tables—some with food and expensive gifts or photographs or trophies perched on them, and a plasma screen TV for everyone to watch. There was also a bathroom for many of the pro wrestlers to use. Muttley shut the door and walked over to his idols, who greeted him like he was family.
“Hey, it’s that janitor guy!”
“How’d you get in here?” asked Rad.
“The door was unlocked.”
“Seriously? Hmm…guess that explains how our fans keep rushing inside so easily.”
“Have you tried locking it?”
“No.”
“That might help.” said Muttley, pushing the door closed and locking it.
“Normally we wouldn’t have fans randomly barge in here without shooing or farting them out, but as long as you don’t spend the entire time screaming how much you love us, you can stay.” said The Gastro.
“I don’t know why but our talent agents strictly forbid us from seeing fans. Something to do with our ‘image’ and what the ‘public’ will see us as. We’re fat rhinos who have been wrestling for years and don’t have a problem with our various odors.”
“Various odors?” asked Mac, sitting down across from Rad and The Gastro.
“Yeah dude. You ever gone five days practicing for a tournament without bathing? It isn’t until you’re trapped inside a closed room or a closet that you realize how bad you really stink.” said The Gastro as he began to untie his shoes.
“You guys are talking to a canine whose closest form of a bath is soaking in tomato juice after getting sprayed by a skunk.”
“God I hate getting sprayed in the eyes! I don’t mind the smell but whenever the oil gets in my mouth or my eyes it’s just…UAH!!”
Mac giggled. “I saw that happen on stage.”
“Then you know what I’m talking about.”
Both rhinos sighed and put their feet on the table in front of them, wiggling their toes and letting their feet get some air. Mac could tell that was one of the other odors they were referring too.
“You also gotta realize a couple furries don’t like our lower bodily smells, like our feet for one,”
“And our ass for the other.” laughed Rad.
“Again I suffer the exact same problem. It’s hard to get the toe jam out when you don’t shower and my colon’s a little bit messed up, probably from the food I eat. I get really nervous too. Has there even been a time you wanted to go out with some really hot dog or wolf, and when you finally get the courage to ask her out, you rip a massive fart before you can even open your mouth?”
“Many times.” said the siblings in unison.
“We don’t date but that doesn’t mean we don’t have…fun…”
“I think you should stop there Rad, never know if there’s paparazzi hiding within the walls with a tape recorder.”
Rad leaned over and ripped a huge fart before sighing and waving his hand behind his posterior. The Gastro and Mac Muttley started laughing loudly.
“I think they’re gone now!”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you guys, how’d you discover your signature moves?”
Rad and The Gastro shrugged. “We didn’t. We just grew up this way. We were chubby and flatulent when we were kids; we’re chubby and flatulent now. The only difference is that we’ve found a way to use our gas against fighters by eating the right food. As you can smell, Rad’s been eating pizza lately.”
“Yeah, I do smell that.”
The Gastro suddenly leaned towards his left so his ass was pointed at the door and let out a fart greater than Rad’s, which quickly stunk up the room. The siblings started laughing again while Muttley leaned in and took another giant whiff.
“Ah, I see our pup hear has taken a liking to your flatus Gastro.”
Mac murred. “It makes me drool.”
“That’s great, cause both of us like to have one of those ‘Post-Match Farting’ moments and we’re about to blow you away!”
Both of their stomachs began to grumble loudly and Mac leaned forward and gasped again, waiting to get the scent in his olfaction system. And then they released the corks in their buttholes and let the gas fly. Both of them farted simultaneously for a good ten seconds before they stopped and started basking in the odor, making comments about the smell and asking one another what it smelled like.
“Hey uh, what’s you’re name again?”
Mac murred again. “Mac Muttley.”
“Well, Mac, take a gander at this!”
The Gastro got off the couch, hopped on the table, and turned around so his ass was aimed at the canine. Afterwards, he bent down to his nose level and farted deeply in his face, his tail flapping up and down with ease. Mac smelled the gaseous bubble and sighed loudly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Ya like that Mac?”
“Hey Gastro, Gastro! I got a good one coming up; pull my finger!”
“With pleasure Rad.”
The rhino jumped off the table and yanked Rad’s index finger very hard, forcing a very loud, very wet fart from the rhino’s buttocks. Rad had his eyes closed and he was leaning over to the side a little with his wrestling suit rumbling near his derriere. His cousin was busy laughing even louder than before and waving a hand in front of his nose.
“WHOO!!! I can still smell those ribs you had for dinner two days ago!”
Rad stopped farting and waved the stench in Mac’s face so he could give his own opinion on the odor.
“So what do you think janitor?”
Mac just inhaled sharply and murred loudly again, this time drool landing on the carpet.
“You should definitely eat more ribs.”
“Y’know, that reminds me, remember when we were calves and we used to making farting noises with our armpits, and at the same time, we farted for real?!”
The Gastro threw his head back and laughed heartily. “I remember that! Everyone kept asking why the room would stink and we told them that we had a special ability of farting from our arms!”
“Mind uh, demonstrating what you guys mean?”
“Sure thing Muttley!”
The Gastro put his left hand under his right arm and started making rude farting noises with them, and at the same time, he was farting for real and synching the sounds together. Mac didn’t pay much attention to the smell of the gas as opposed to the ridiculous adolescent noises. He felt like he was a puppy again, one of those boys who found something as simple as farts funny. Apparently, Rad thought it was funny too, as he joined his cousin in making the stupid flatulent sounds and quickly stank up the room. Mac was lying on the floor, laughing hysterically with tears coming out of his eyes. Anymore and he’d piss himself again. He didn’t want that so eventually he forced himself to stop laughing while the siblings were taking note of a new anomaly that entered the room.
“Hey Otis. I was wondering what smelled like skizzly feet.”
“Don’t you mean grunk?” asked Rad.
“…Dude how did you get in here? The door’s locked.”
“Shut up windpipe. What’s the janitor doing back here anyway? I thought this was the executive room for wrestlers only?”
“C’mon Otis he’s a big fan of us! How many fans do you know of who actually crave all the gas we expel from our anuses?”
“A lot Gastro. Besides, he’s the goddamn janitor; he should be cleaning the bathrooms not chatting with you guys.”
“He can stay for a few more minutes though right? We’re just showing him some of our farting moves, that’s all. The guy seems to be immune to it.”
“That’s right. It’s not possible to stun me with any form of flatulence whatsoever.”
Otis smiled devilishly. “I beg to differ. Wanna take a gander at mine?”
“I’m telling you Otis, there isn’t a single fart you can blow at me that’ll—”
Otis folded his arms and smiled deviously again before the smell hit everyone in the room. The grunk just let out a potent SBD that easily surpassed the farts The Gastro and Rad Rhino let out. Like always, it smelled like grunk oil, and more importantly some kind of dead animal. The rhinos started coughing loudly with their noses plugged while Mac just sat there, relentlessly inhaling the gas. Otis knew that this wasn’t working on the janitor so he did the next best thing: shoving his rump in his face and farting so loudly one of the dining plates began to shake and rumble. The room was overpowered with thick green gas and the rhinos were still coughing very loudly.
“Goddamn Otis, what crawled up your ass and died?!” coughed Rad.
Otis simply laughed evilly and continued his rampage. He wasn’t trying to show off his moves or impress the janitor; he was just trying to knock them out to prove who truly had the strongest fart in the league of wrestlers.
“This is simply fantastic! It’s like an orgy in my nose and everyone’s breaking wind!” shouted Muttley ecstatically.
Otis frowned and growled in his throat. By now any normal civilian would’ve passed out, so he figured he was dealing with a pro here. The grunk knew he had to increase his power if he wanted to knock out the canine, so he waited until his stomach brewed some more before raising his tail and passing more flatulence. Mac could see the green splat on his pants that read “GAS CHAMBER” and merely smiled as he read it and watched the pants ripple like an earthquake was going on in his pants. He thought about doing dirty, erotic things to the grunk at that moment, but he wasn’t sure what Otis’s orientation was, and he knew the wrestler would freak out if he randomly decided to stick his tongue up…him. So he just sat down, smiling and taking it all in. It lasted for a long time too; almost forty seconds. Otis shouted out loud after letting out the humongous gas bubble and began to pant.
“Whew…still alive mutt?!”
Mac replied by moaning loudly.
“COUGH-You should really pace yourself Otis or you’re gonna break a bone! I know your ass must be tired after all the gas you let out during the match against S.D.” said The Gastro.
“Third time’s the charm right? And with this next one I’m gonna let out all three of you are gonna be seeing stars!”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
“WATCH ME!!”
Otis climbed on top of the table and started grunting with fists made and his eyes shut. His legs were shaking a little and he couldn’t help but raise his tail after his stomach bubbled in an extremely loud tone. The next thing Mac knew he was blinded by malodorous green fumes. Otis farted so hard that the door leading to the room was blown out of its frame and all the gas was flowing through the corridor. It sounded like a common explosion or a grenade going off, which was followed by the notorious noise of trumpeting. It lasted for practically a minute and a half and both the room and the hallway were polluted with the gas. Although Rad Rhino and his cousin and Muttley were still breathing, many staff members in the hallway were unconscious, Gabe included. Once the grunk finally stopped farting he exhaled loudly and started huffing and wheezing, right before he collapsed and fell on his back. Like the rhinos suggested, the grunk had farted waaaaaaay too hard, and now he was out of energy. The rhinos and Mac looked at Otis and laughed wildly before The Gastro walked over to him and stepped over his body. Then he got to his knees so he was in a position where his ass was resting on the grunk’s face.
“See Otis? We told you you were farting too hard.”
The Gastro relaxed his bowels and let out his own smelly fart in the furry’s face, as he did to Maskedwolf earlier that day.
“Now how do you like the taste of your own medicine?”
Otis replied by groaning loudly.
“Hehe, well I suggest we’d better go now before our talent agent shows up. I know of this secret gassy buffet my cousin and I always eat at if you wanna come.”
“Sure, I’d love that!”
Rad, The Gastro, and Mac Muttley departed from the room while Otis was left lying on the floor with tweeting birds fluttering over his head. Out of nowhere, S.D., with his nose plugged, walked into the hallway and found the room Otis was lying in. He noticed the grunk was just lying there, helpless and defeated, kinda like how he was a few hours ago. Maskedwolf looked left and right before rushing into the room. He then promptly squatted down before farting in Otis’s face. The wolf wasn’t a pro at farting, so it was a high-pitched short squeaky one, and didn’t really smell at all. In fact, he nearly strained himself when he let it out, grunting with his teeth clenched together.
“HA!! PAYBACK BITCH!!” he shouted, before running out the room.
He knew that the gas didn’t even faze the grunk, and he knew one day he would be lying underneath the hybrid’s fat stinky butt again, but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
Special guest appearance by Mac Muttley (owned by
Skunkbomb123), S.D. Maskedwolf, and Otis "The Gas Chamber" (both owned by 
Crytus)PART 1
Like always, the first thing Mac wanted to do was hug them so hard he squeezed a fart out of both of them, especially The Gastro. He was a really big fan of his work, mostly because of his flatulent tactics. He always hoped that one day he would get to see a match involving The Gastro, and now he had met the guy in person. And if that wasn’t enough, he got a chance to meet his cousin AND that other grunk/skizzly—whatever the hell you call it—Otis and saw a match with him. Otis seemed more stubborn and ignorant than the smelly rhino cousins but hey, you can’t beat a giant chubby skunk/grizzly bear farting his ass off inside of an arena. Gabe kept his distance, already aware that one of the cousins could go off at any moment. He still had no idea how he managed to deal with the stench of Otis’s gas bubbles, but working with a furry as smelly as Muttley, he was starting to get used to it.
“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE MY WRESTLING IDOLS!!” shouted Muttley, still grasping The Gastro.
“Yeah, like we haven’t heard that before.” said Rad Rhino.
“Oh c’mon guys! I’m a really big fan! I may not be the biggest fan of yours, but how many times do you hear of a canine in his mid 40s who still likes fart jokes and wrestlers who use them effectively?!”
The Gastro chuckled. “He’s got ya there man.”
“So uh…you guys think you could give me a little ‘demonstration’ of what you’re gonna do to the Stinky Spritz Skoons?”
The siblings chuckled. “Where’s the fun in that? We can’t spoil the surprise now, can we?”
“Aww, c’mon guys! Just-just one little display of what you’re gonna do? It doesn’t even have to last long or even smell that bad!”
“Let’s put it this way: we’ve been spending the last two weeks eating absolutely nothing but fiber and spicy foods. Just this morning Rad here was smart enough to drown his pizza with hot sauce.”
“It’s not that bad once you get past the indigestion.”
“And I myself have no problem chowing down on all those Blackjack tacos from Taco Bell, or eating all those spicy grilled wings from KFC so I think we got our bowels covered.” said The Gastro, patting his gut twice.
“Oh, that all sounds lovely. Do you still think you could give me a small demonstration? Please?” asked Mac, showing off puppy dog eyes.
Rad Rhino and The Gastro looked at each other and laughed in a somewhat leering tone before they looked back at Mac.
“I suppose one little move couldn’t hurt. You want me or Rad to go?”
“Rad.”
Mac secretly wanted The Gastro to show off his move but he was curious to see what his cousin had in store, plus he didn’t want to be rude and completely ignore his idol’s counterpart. Rad Rhino abruptly sat on the floor before he fell backwards while grabbing his boots so they were hoisted into the air. It looked like he was about to roll backwards and fall on his face, but instead, he stayed in the position so his ass was pointing in Mac’s face. Rad grunted and let out a short, but powerful and wet fart that made his wrestling outfit rumble. Mac knew the two rhinoceroses were related just by getting a whiff of the gas. However, whiff would be an understatement; Mac had his snout almost rubbing against the rhino’s ass and he was sniffing so much his chest was puffing out. Once he exhaled he let out a weird, ecstatic murr and drooled a little.
“Hehe, those skoons have no idea who they’re messing with.”
Rad Rhino flipped backwards and got to his feet. “You got that right?”
“So when are you guys gonna wrestle?”
“’Bout a half-hour actually.”
“Which is good, because now we have time to finish these extra-extra-large burritos stuffed with grilled chicken and barbecued beans.” said The Gastro, holding up a massive burrito about the size of his arm.
Mac smiled widely. “Those skoons have no idea what kind of night they’re in for!”
Maskedwolf was lying on a metal bench inside of the locker room groaning softly with an ice pack resting on his left eye. He didn’t even remember waking back up in the room that smelled like gym shorts and wet furries. He could’ve sworn he was in the stadium, a giant burly black grunk ass that smelled like rotten eggs resting on his face. Now, he was in the locker room, breathing heavily with some ice resting over his face. Someone must’ve got his unconscious body and hauled him in. It was another disappointing fight for S.D., but he was trying to think on the positive side right now. He wasn’t dead, thank God, there couldn’t be anything more humiliating than dying because someone farted on you too much and smothered you with their funky ass. He also wasn’t in a coma or suffering from some kind of illness from the noxious fumes. Most important was that he held out longer than he thought he would’ve. And this was the very first time he performed a successful suplex move on the stinker. Of course, maybe if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have sprained his back but it’s the thought that counts. At least it showed he was gradually getting better everyday, and if he was lucky, there’d be a day where he would squat over the grunk’s face and blast his own flatus in his olfaction system. Whether or not anyone was watching, he certainly would feel a lot better when that day came. For now, he was just gonna have to wait and rest until his eye felt better and his body didn’t feel so bruised.
But as always, good things had to come to an end, and Maskedwolf sat up more alert than ever. His nose was a little clogged with Otis’s foul odor but he still could easily recognize him. It didn’t take him long to look up and see the chubby wrestlers with his Mohawk standing next to him, smiling. S.D. groaned exasperatedly.
“What do you want now Otis?! Come to gloat some more?”
“Hehe, no, no. I just wanted to say that was a pretty good fight you put on out there.”
“That’s a surprise,” said S.D., taking off the ice. “Shouldn’t you be gloating some more or farting or sitting on my face?”
“Just cause we hate each other doesn’t mean we can’t be civil right?”
“You gassed me into submission for the sole purpose of embarrassing me!”
“Yeah, and if you had the same girth and weight as myself and ate all the food I did, I’m sure you’d do exactly the same thing.”
Maskedwolf shrugged. “I suppose I would. So…are we like, friends now?”
“No.”
“Acquaintances?”
“No.”
“…Wrestling buddies?”
“No.”
“Two wrestlers who don’t like each other but secretly act civil behind closed doors even though one of them spends his time embarrassing other wrestlers by farting on them and giving them stink-faces?”
“Yeah that’s pretty much it.” chuckled Otis.
“I can live with that. Better than fighting a wrestler who secretly tries to rape you or someone who throws you in the port-a-potty and takes a dump on you.”
Hmm, I haven’t tried that yet, thought Otis.
“Since we’re back here, wanna smell what I ate after the big fight?”
“Sure! I’d—wait, say that again?”
Otis grabbed Maskedwolf by his arm and he shouted as he flipped him over, slamming his back against the floor. The blue wolf looked up and gasped just in time for the grunk to get on his knees. However, as he got on his knees, he made sure he planted his rear-end on S.D.’s nose, muffling his shouts of protest. He growled softly and smiled leeringly before he let out a loud fart that rumbled against the wolf’s face and made his hair and fur flutter a little. Otis laughed raucously and took a whiff of the odor.
“Smells like chili-cheese-fries! Maybe you should have a second helping!”
Maskedwolf screamed again as the grunk poisoned his nose and mouth with the stench of rotten French fries and chili and cheese.
Elsewhere, the Stinky Spritz Skoons were getting ready for their match. Neither of them was related, as opposed to The Gastro and Rad Rhino, but they did look the same and were close friends. When they were in middle school they were picked on for their foul stench and teased and bullied everyday. Eventually, Charlie asked his father how to spray his skoon oil, and he and Kerik began to fight back. They sprayed so many bullying furries that many of them dropped out of school because they stank worse than they did. After they realized they could defend themselves with their stink, they took their power for granted and started playing pranks, most notably when they flooded the ventilation system of their high school with galloons of skoon oil so the whole place stank for nearly a month. But now, they were adults, in their mid 30s and still as mischievous as ever. They still pulled pranks, still sprayed furries, and still farted in public places, like the time they cleared a McDonald’s just by letting out two SBDs. Charlie was a little taller, and fatter, than Kerik, but looked almost the same. He had a gray underbelly and dark red fur, and his tail was striped black and dark red. He was wearing a pair of dark green wrestling shorts made out of spandex. They weren’t really visible due to his fat (not from the front anyway) but anyone could tell he was wearing the really short-shorts once they saw the material pressed against his buttocks. He also had a bandanna tied around his eyes, and a regular pair of black boots. Kerik wore the exact same outfit, but his shorts were longer and made of nylon. The only thing that separated them from regular bulky raccoon or skunk wrestlers was their strong odor, and the long white stripe going down their backs and ending at their tail. Right now they were resting in their locker room and putting their wrestling gear on, waiting for the impending fight.
“You ready Kerik?”
“Yeah I’m ready!”
“Good thing we ate all those potatoes this morning right?”
“…Potatoes?”
“Yeah! Potatoes give you nasty farts. I should know; my dad ate a bunch before going to bed on a camping trip. We weren’t even sleeping in the same tent and I could still hear and smell ‘em.”
“But I ate a bunch of melted cheese this morning! Who gives a damn about potatoes?”
“Cause potato farts smell like rotten French fries with mayonnaise on top.”
“Ew, that’s gross dude.”
“That’s the point! We’re gonna fart those rhinos into submission tonight pal!”
“I was hoping we’d stink ‘em into submission. I haven’t taken a shower in the past two weeks.”
Charlie laughed. “Only two weeks?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I haven’t bathed in over two years. You have no idea how foul my shorts smell.”
Kerik shuddered. “I think that’s too much, even for me. But we’re skoons. Bathing wouldn’t help our odor anyway; it’d just mask the scent for a few hours.”
“Hence why I stopped showering.”
Kerik tied his bandanna over his eyes. “I’ve heard a lot about these guys. Rumor has it that Rad pooped in a bathtub with one of his rivals. I also heard that they pranked 1—”
“What the hell kind of wrestling name is 1?”
“—by giving him a laxative in his beer. The German Shepard wound up shitting his pants in front of his partner Dax and The Gastro and Rad Rhino.”
“What’s your point?”
“We shouldn’t underestimate them! I wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled a surprise Throw-Dung-Balls-At-You move!”
“No rhino is that dirty.”
“Have you ever been to Viletopia?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
Another half-hour passed by, and pretty soon, the tournament began. Once again, the stadium was filled with screaming, roaring fans who were all eager to see the Stinky Spritz Skoons and The Gastro and Rad Rhino duke it out in the ring. The smell from the previous battle had been cleared out amazingly fast, and now it was ready to get polluted with another arsenal of smelly flatus. Once again, the fox announcer jumped into the ring with his microphone in his paws and started to shout out the wrestlers’ names.
“Oh great, I wonder what corny names the announcer is gonna give The Gastro and Rad Rhino and the Stinky Spritz Skoons.” said Gabe flatly.
“Why are you wearing a gasmask?”
“Because I don’t want to die.” said the rhino, taking in a strong hollow breath.
“And in this corner, we have the smelly hybrids, the striped skoons, give a raucous shout-out for The Stinky Spritz Skoons!!!”
The rotund skoon wrestlers jumped into the ring and threw their arms into the air with wide grins on their maws.
“In the other corner are the chubby farts, the horned mammals, the airy passers, give it up for The Gastro, and his cousin Rad Rhino!!!”
Similar to the Stinky Spritz Skoons, everyone cheered for the two flatulence rhinos once they jumped into the ring and held their arms into the air. Both of them stared at their opponents across the stage and smiled evilly before growling a little. The skoons responded by cracking their knuckles.
“Well, that’s a little better.” said Gabe, flatly.
Mac didn’t care, as he was busy staring at The Gastro and his cousin with anticipation, panting and wagging his tail wildly.
“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!”
The announcer stepped out of the ring before the match began and the wrestlers continued to stare at each other with threatening glares, ready to rip out their opponents’ spines and use them as their own ironic back-scratcher. The bell suddenly rang after twenty seconds or so and everyone let out another deafening cheer. The Gastro hopped into the ring first, leaving his cousin standing on the edge of the ring behind the ropes. On the other side, Kerik went into the ring first, and let his friend Charlie stay on the edge of the ring. Both of them started out by charging towards each other like wild bulls, in fact, before he started running, The Gastro snorted like one. Kerik knew that going against an animal with a giant horn that could delve through his abdomen wasn’t the smart idea, but Kerik knew this wasn’t the kind of wrestling where it was fighting to the death. He did hear of a few furs dying but those were all accidental. …That didn’t make him feel better, because The Gastro could easily jam his horn into him on accident, but he was sure that possibility was low. So, they continued to charge. Once they got close enough, they attacked. Kerik shouted and brought up his paw to punch The Gastro in the face, but The Gastro, despite his girth, had longer arms and was quicker. He socked the skoon right in the mouth, flipping him over so he landed in a prostrate position. Kerik quickly recovered from the attack and shook his head, but before anything could happen, he screamed once a giant mass pinned him to the floor of the ring. The Gastro turned back around and jumped on top of Kerik, slamming his elbow on his spine. He knew all the rhino had to do now was just roll over and he’d be finished, so he jolted his body up and knocked him off. They scurried to their feet and stared at each other, waiting to make another move.
“Your move hybrid.”
Kerik chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Kerik instantly jerked around and shot out a long stream of skoon oil, nearly hitting the rhino in the face and burning his eyes. Luckily, The Gastro side-stepped and was out of the line of fire. Kerik expected this and got to his feet. The Gastro charged towards him again, but as he got ready to punch, the skoon grabbed his arm and punched the chubby rhino in the solar plexus. The Gastro groaned loudly, bending over and farting unintentionally. If Maskedwolf was in the ring, he would’ve stepped back and plugged his nose, but since his opponent was a skoon, he had no problem with the stench. Kerik kneed the rhino in the face and threw his body into the rhino’s, both of them toppling over to the floor of the ring with a loud thud. The Gastro head-butted the skoon in the face and he fell off the furry. Before Kerik could fight back, The Gastro punched him four times in the face and grabbed him by the waist, wrapping his arms around the skoon so he had no chance of escaping.
“Oh sh—”
The Gastro yelled and performed a suplex move, throwing the skoon over his body and slamming him down on his back, making several spectators shout out “OOOOOOHHHH” and inhale sharply. Kerik’s head was ringing and he was having a little trouble concentrating and seeing. The skoon shook his head and looked back at The Gastro, who was laughing evilly and stomping his way over to him. He got to his footpaws and slapped Charlie on the paw and hopped out the ring, his partner jumping over the red ropes. He instantly grabbed The Gastro as he ran towards him and flipped him over in a suplex move. Unlike Kerik, Charlie was swift, almost as much as The Gastro. The skoon jumped on top of the rhino and pinned him down with his body mass. The referee got on the floor and slammed his paw down twice, before The Gastro jerked his body up and knocked Charlie off. They stood on the ring staring at each other before Charlie made his move. He punched The Gastro in the face before grabbing him by the shoulders. Almost instantly, he fell to the floor and kicked him in the back of the legs, causing the rhino to fall on his face.
“C’mon Gastro, get up!” encouraged Muttley.
The Gastro didn’t get up, but he felt his bowels bubbling and decided now was the time to give the audience what he wanted. He felt like it would be a cheap shot, but Kerik just tried to blind him with skoon oil a minute ago, so he had no problem defending himself with flatulence. As Charlie was about to pin The Gastro to the floor, he grunted with his tail raised and blew out a giant fart in the skoon’s face, polluting the air with a strong odor of rotten eggs and digested tacos and ribs. Even Charlie couldn’t handle the stink; at first it was just a brief displeasing odor, but after seconds passed, the odor began to grow worse and he just so happened to widen his nostrils when the gas came in. He didn’t cough or wave a paw in front of his nose, like many of the spectators were doing, but he did move back a little and groan loudly, shaking his head and trying to get rid of the stench. While he was stunned, The Gastro went over to Rad Rhino and slapped his hand, hopping out of the ring. Rad ran over to Charlie and punched him in the face quite a number of times before grabbing him by the legs and hauling him into the air. He then threw Charlie forward and watched as he fell flat on his back. Like his cousin, Rad didn’t waste anytime and jumped into the air, ready to slam his entire body on top of Charlie so he could finish him off. Charlie wasn’t going down that easy though, and he rolled out of the way before Rad Rhino could pin him down. Charlie got to his feet and turned around, raising his tail and squirting a long, steamy trail of skoon oil in his eyes. Rad Rhino cried out and started rubbing his eyes just before Charlie farted in Rad’s face. The fart was short and abrupt, but it was very hot and due to the combined odor of Charlie’s butt, skoon oil, and flatulence, it made Rad very dizzy and lightheaded, like he was standing next to a deep fat fryer boiling hundreds of French fries.
“That sneaky son-of-a-bitch!”
“You didn’t say anything when The Gastro farted in Charlie’s face.”
“Shut up Gabe, and his flatulence didn’t blind him!”
Everyone in the audience was cheering for the Stinky Spritz Skoons and Charlie decided to gloat about it by raising a fist into the air, yelling triumphantly while Rad Rhino was pinned down. The Gastro couldn’t tag his cousin’s hand, as he was too far away and still trying to get the skoon oil out of his eyes, so he did the next best thing: he hogged all the attention. Just because he wasn’t in the ring didn’t mean he wasn’t in the match, and he could certainly boost the morale. The Gastro felt some gas in his colon and stood on the ropes with fists made and his ass aimed at the crowd. Without warning, the fat rhino let out a humongous fart that blew some of the furries in the front rows on their backs. His tail fluttered as the gas came out and the rear-end of his wrestling suit vibrated and rumbled as the cacophonous gas spewed out with ease. It overpowered the fart Charlie let out and even better was that the entire audience got a whiff of it, including Mac. The canine let out a loud gasp of joy before leaning forward and inhaling the smelly, blissful odor. He started panting and drooling and his footpaw started moving up and down like someone was giving him a backrub or scratching his chin. Gabe merely stared at the rhino, blinking as the gasmask shielded his olfaction.
“You should really take that off; it smells wonderful in here!”
“I don’t think so.”
Surprisingly, The Gastro’s tactics worked and everyone in the crowd ignored Charlie and cheered for him instead. He wanted to show that even though he was losing he still had his confidence and pride. He also wanted to make Charlie jealous and piss him off, and it worked. The skoon dashed towards The Gastro, ready to shove him off the ropes and onto the floor, but before he could, Rad grabbed him by the tail and pulled him down. He suddenly grabbed Charlie’s left arm with his legs and started to bend it, trying to pop the arm out of socket in order to force the skoon into submission. Charlie started grunting and groaning, trying to kick the rhino away but it was no use. All he could do was lie there as his bone began to give away. He jerked his other arm to the left to grab one of his shoes or feet, but that was also futile. It was then that he noticed there was a paw desperately trying to touch his own. He looked up and saw Kerik leaning into the ring with a desperate attempt at trying to tag him. Charlie grunted again and slapped a couple of Kerik’s fingers, and his partner quickly joined him in the ring. Kerik started out by performing a big splash on Rad Rhino and he instantly let go of Charlie’s arm and grunted. He also let out a large fart, but Charlie and Kerik didn’t mind the smell. It wasn’t as bad as The Gastro’s nor did it last as long. In fact, the fart that The Gastro let out for the audience for gawk over was still hovering in the atmosphere. It was two against one now, but Rad Rhino knew how to hold his own…sort of. The rhino managed to get to his feet and started to go on the defense. Kerik rushed towards Rad and he countered the attack by kicking him in the abdomen. Charlie immediately followed with a fist made but Rad stood still, as though he were paralyzed with fear. Then he suddenly turned around and back elbowed the skoon, knocking out a tooth and sending him flat on his back.
“DAMN!!!” shouted Mac and Gabe.
Rad Rhino noticed that Kerik was starting to get up from the floor, so he promptly walked over to the skoon, bent over, and farted on his head before he slapped him in the face with his tail. The rhino waved a hand behind his buttocks while Kerik fell back down and groaned. Apparently this one smelled worse than the last fart, something that reminded him of cabbage. Everyone in the audience cheered (some groaned with disgust) while Mac leaned in some more and sniffed, wagging his tail just as much as before. While Rad Rhino was busy gloating and mocking Kerik, he failed to notice or hear his cousin shout out to look out for Charlie.
“Whuh?”
Rad Rhino screamed and groaned loudly once he was blinded by skoon oil once again. He also was the first of the gassy cousins to get a taste of the foul thick liquid.
“UAAAAHHH!!! YOU CAUGHT ME WITH MY MOUTH OPEN!!” he shouted, grabbing his tongue and trying to remove the taste from his maw.
Kerik tripped Rad while he was stunned before Charlie got on the ropes of the ring and stretched out his arms like he was about to start flexing. Then he looked down at the rhino and let gravity do the work. He didn’t really jump; he just turned off his body and let gravity push him forward, subsequently falling on the rhino’s back. After he fell, Kerik took a few steps back and ran over to Rad before he could get up, performing the butt drop maneuver and pinning Rad back down to the floor with his smelly buttocks. Before he could rise, he grunted with fists made and farted loud enough to cloud Rad with a cloudy green mist of skoon flatulence, laughing raucously after he was done. The referee, although weary of the stench, bolted into the ring and started slamming his paw against the floor.
“ONE! TWO!”
Two millimeters later and Rad Rhino and The Gastro would’ve lost. It was that close of a call between victory and defeat. Lucky Rad, he weighed over 500 pounds and he was okay with the smell of flatulence so it was rather easy for him to knock Kerik off.
“Alright, that’s enough playing.” Rad muttered.
The rhino in red rushed over to The Gastro and slammed him on his hand. The match was even now: two against two. Two sibling rhinos on one side, and two friendly skoons on the other. All four of them charged towards each other and that’s when things really began to rumble. The Gastro hopped into the air and kicked Charlie in the mouth, knocking out another tooth. Rad Rhino head-butted Kerik and a small amount of blood came out. Then he started punching the skoon constantly, at least seven times before grabbing him by the waist and flipping him so he was upside-down. Rad held the skoon for a few seconds before slamming his buttocks on the ground, simultaneously slamming the skoon’s skull on the floor. Charlie grabbed one of The Gastro’s legs and before he knew it, the skoon picked up the rhino and held him above his body in a Fireman’s carry position. He made things simple, and took a few steps forward before chucking the rhino on his back. Kerik was still having trouble against Rad, as he was lying on top of Rad, his stomach throbbing in pain. Rad grabbed Kerik and puts his knees up to his stomach before tipping himself backwards so the skoon would land on his knees, the double knee gutbuster move. Kerik was growing tired now and suddenly needed some help from Charlie. But Charlie was lying prostrate on the mat after The Gastro grabbed him by the back of the head and threw him down with a one-handed bulldog move. Rad Rhino picked the skoon off the floor and punched him in the face four times, his body spinning around so he was looking at his back. He grabbed him by the waist again and flipped himself backwards so Kerik landed on his skull and fell on his back. Kerik was stunned by the move and lying on the mat with his head throbbing. Rad Rhino climbed on the rope of the ring and looked down at his opponent before smiling and doing a backwards somersault, landing stomach first on Kerik. Everyone in the crowd began to cheer louder than ever, most importantly Mac Muttley, even though he was paying more attention to The Gastro. Speaking of which, he had dealt with his opponent too, and was currently sitting on his gut after performing a butt drop maneuver. Kerik and Charlie were both lying on the mat with stars above their heads, and the siblings figured it was time to go in for the kill. They dragged the Stinky Spritz Skoons into the middle of the ring and stood them up, their bodies still swaying like they were intoxicated. Then both rhinos turned around and bent over before raising their tails and smiling at each other. Subsequently, they let out a mighty gust of wind that was so powerful it knocked the Stinky Spritz Skoons into the ropes, where they bounced off and fell on the floor. There wasn’t much of an odor, but the fart was very strong if it managed to blow wrestlers who each weighed over 300 pounds backwards a few feet. By now the rhinos knew they had won, but the crowd wanted the siblings to do what they did best.
“What do you think Rad? Should we pin ‘em now or gas ‘em first?”
“Where’d the fun in pinning someone if we don’t fart them into submission first?”
The Gastro chuckled. “Right.”
The rhinos walked over to the subdued skoons and rolled them over so their faces were looking up at the ceiling of the stadium. However, seconds later, they were looking at the rumps of The Gastro and Rad Rhino, who squatted over their noses like they were about to take a dump. With fists made and their stomachs grumbling, they started to force all the gas towards the large intestines. Mac Muttley ran even closer to the ring and stuck his nose high into the air so he could get a strong whiff of the impending gas. Hearing the loud roars from the crowd, The Gastro and Rad Rhino raised their tails and let out a humongous trail of flatulence into the skoons’ faces. It was similar to what Otis did to Maskedwolf, but instead of farting on them relentlessly, they simple let out one giant gas bubble. The stadium didn’t shake, but somehow, everything in the stadium became hot and thick with a rancid stench of rotten pizza and hot sauce, which combined with the odor of digested wings and old tacos. There was a faint fog in the air, a yellowish haze that made it hard to spot a few individuals if a furry had terrible eyesight. The Gastro and Rad were grunting and relaxing the muscles in their buttocks to let all the gas out, which had been going on for nearly twenty-five seconds now. Mac was busy inhaling the gas like he was doing a long line of coke, sniffing non-stop. The rhinos stopped farting for a moment before their stomach churned loudly and they suddenly let out another loud fart. It sounded wetter than the last one and it did make the ring rumble a little; Gabe could’ve sworn the floor was shaking a bit. And yet, the siblings seemed to have no problem letting it out. They were sweating a little and grunting with their teeth grit, but they didn’t mind the smell or the noise. Well over a quarter of the audience was either wearing a gasmask or unconscious now, and Mac was in another seizure, jolting around on the floor erratically as he laughed maniacally with froth coming out of his mouth. Meh, Gabe figured it was better than the alternative, which would’ve left a large stain of sticky white slime on the floor. Anyway, the rhinos finished off their fart with one final poot and waved the smell in the skoons’ faces again. Both of them looked down at their opponents before sitting down on their torso. The referee, once again wearing a gasmask, came into the ring and slapped his paw on the floor of the ring three times before the bell rang a couple of times, indicating the winner of the match.
“Winner: The Gastro and Rad Rhino!”
The siblings raised a triumphant fist into the air and smiled widely once the fans began to cheer and chant their names. They later shouted again and high-fived each other. Meanwhile, the Stinky Spritz Skoons were lying on the floor, unconscious and reeking of rhino ass.
“OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!” shouted Mac.
“Are you gonna pee your pants again?”
“Stop pestering about that subject! I still haven’t told our boss you were the one who broke his model airplane!”
“Because that’s not embarrassing.”
“Yeah well, sharting yourself as you bend over to pick up a dollar is.”
“YOU—!”
Gabe lowered his voice. “You said you never saw me do that.”
“I lied.” said Mac, flashing Gabe a cheesy smile.
The blue rhino sighed and started walking over to the cart carrying his janitorial supplies.
“Well, we better get the rest of this corridor cleaned up before the stadium closes.”
As Mac was about to get the mop and wipe up the floor, he happened to spot two chubby rhinos walk into an executive room with a yellow star on it. Mac smiled a little bit and crept away from Gabe and headed to the door, quietly twisting the knob and entering. As he thought, The Gastro and Rad Rhino were inside the room and laughing and talking to each other about the match they just had. The room looked glorious; two couches big enough for six or seven furries to sit on, a verdant, bluish carpet with a foreign design, a few tables—some with food and expensive gifts or photographs or trophies perched on them, and a plasma screen TV for everyone to watch. There was also a bathroom for many of the pro wrestlers to use. Muttley shut the door and walked over to his idols, who greeted him like he was family.
“Hey, it’s that janitor guy!”
“How’d you get in here?” asked Rad.
“The door was unlocked.”
“Seriously? Hmm…guess that explains how our fans keep rushing inside so easily.”
“Have you tried locking it?”
“No.”
“That might help.” said Muttley, pushing the door closed and locking it.
“Normally we wouldn’t have fans randomly barge in here without shooing or farting them out, but as long as you don’t spend the entire time screaming how much you love us, you can stay.” said The Gastro.
“I don’t know why but our talent agents strictly forbid us from seeing fans. Something to do with our ‘image’ and what the ‘public’ will see us as. We’re fat rhinos who have been wrestling for years and don’t have a problem with our various odors.”
“Various odors?” asked Mac, sitting down across from Rad and The Gastro.
“Yeah dude. You ever gone five days practicing for a tournament without bathing? It isn’t until you’re trapped inside a closed room or a closet that you realize how bad you really stink.” said The Gastro as he began to untie his shoes.
“You guys are talking to a canine whose closest form of a bath is soaking in tomato juice after getting sprayed by a skunk.”
“God I hate getting sprayed in the eyes! I don’t mind the smell but whenever the oil gets in my mouth or my eyes it’s just…UAH!!”
Mac giggled. “I saw that happen on stage.”
“Then you know what I’m talking about.”
Both rhinos sighed and put their feet on the table in front of them, wiggling their toes and letting their feet get some air. Mac could tell that was one of the other odors they were referring too.
“You also gotta realize a couple furries don’t like our lower bodily smells, like our feet for one,”
“And our ass for the other.” laughed Rad.
“Again I suffer the exact same problem. It’s hard to get the toe jam out when you don’t shower and my colon’s a little bit messed up, probably from the food I eat. I get really nervous too. Has there even been a time you wanted to go out with some really hot dog or wolf, and when you finally get the courage to ask her out, you rip a massive fart before you can even open your mouth?”
“Many times.” said the siblings in unison.
“We don’t date but that doesn’t mean we don’t have…fun…”
“I think you should stop there Rad, never know if there’s paparazzi hiding within the walls with a tape recorder.”
Rad leaned over and ripped a huge fart before sighing and waving his hand behind his posterior. The Gastro and Mac Muttley started laughing loudly.
“I think they’re gone now!”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you guys, how’d you discover your signature moves?”
Rad and The Gastro shrugged. “We didn’t. We just grew up this way. We were chubby and flatulent when we were kids; we’re chubby and flatulent now. The only difference is that we’ve found a way to use our gas against fighters by eating the right food. As you can smell, Rad’s been eating pizza lately.”
“Yeah, I do smell that.”
The Gastro suddenly leaned towards his left so his ass was pointed at the door and let out a fart greater than Rad’s, which quickly stunk up the room. The siblings started laughing again while Muttley leaned in and took another giant whiff.
“Ah, I see our pup hear has taken a liking to your flatus Gastro.”
Mac murred. “It makes me drool.”
“That’s great, cause both of us like to have one of those ‘Post-Match Farting’ moments and we’re about to blow you away!”
Both of their stomachs began to grumble loudly and Mac leaned forward and gasped again, waiting to get the scent in his olfaction system. And then they released the corks in their buttholes and let the gas fly. Both of them farted simultaneously for a good ten seconds before they stopped and started basking in the odor, making comments about the smell and asking one another what it smelled like.
“Hey uh, what’s you’re name again?”
Mac murred again. “Mac Muttley.”
“Well, Mac, take a gander at this!”
The Gastro got off the couch, hopped on the table, and turned around so his ass was aimed at the canine. Afterwards, he bent down to his nose level and farted deeply in his face, his tail flapping up and down with ease. Mac smelled the gaseous bubble and sighed loudly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Ya like that Mac?”
“Hey Gastro, Gastro! I got a good one coming up; pull my finger!”
“With pleasure Rad.”
The rhino jumped off the table and yanked Rad’s index finger very hard, forcing a very loud, very wet fart from the rhino’s buttocks. Rad had his eyes closed and he was leaning over to the side a little with his wrestling suit rumbling near his derriere. His cousin was busy laughing even louder than before and waving a hand in front of his nose.
“WHOO!!! I can still smell those ribs you had for dinner two days ago!”
Rad stopped farting and waved the stench in Mac’s face so he could give his own opinion on the odor.
“So what do you think janitor?”
Mac just inhaled sharply and murred loudly again, this time drool landing on the carpet.
“You should definitely eat more ribs.”
“Y’know, that reminds me, remember when we were calves and we used to making farting noises with our armpits, and at the same time, we farted for real?!”
The Gastro threw his head back and laughed heartily. “I remember that! Everyone kept asking why the room would stink and we told them that we had a special ability of farting from our arms!”
“Mind uh, demonstrating what you guys mean?”
“Sure thing Muttley!”
The Gastro put his left hand under his right arm and started making rude farting noises with them, and at the same time, he was farting for real and synching the sounds together. Mac didn’t pay much attention to the smell of the gas as opposed to the ridiculous adolescent noises. He felt like he was a puppy again, one of those boys who found something as simple as farts funny. Apparently, Rad thought it was funny too, as he joined his cousin in making the stupid flatulent sounds and quickly stank up the room. Mac was lying on the floor, laughing hysterically with tears coming out of his eyes. Anymore and he’d piss himself again. He didn’t want that so eventually he forced himself to stop laughing while the siblings were taking note of a new anomaly that entered the room.
“Hey Otis. I was wondering what smelled like skizzly feet.”
“Don’t you mean grunk?” asked Rad.
“…Dude how did you get in here? The door’s locked.”
“Shut up windpipe. What’s the janitor doing back here anyway? I thought this was the executive room for wrestlers only?”
“C’mon Otis he’s a big fan of us! How many fans do you know of who actually crave all the gas we expel from our anuses?”
“A lot Gastro. Besides, he’s the goddamn janitor; he should be cleaning the bathrooms not chatting with you guys.”
“He can stay for a few more minutes though right? We’re just showing him some of our farting moves, that’s all. The guy seems to be immune to it.”
“That’s right. It’s not possible to stun me with any form of flatulence whatsoever.”
Otis smiled devilishly. “I beg to differ. Wanna take a gander at mine?”
“I’m telling you Otis, there isn’t a single fart you can blow at me that’ll—”
Otis folded his arms and smiled deviously again before the smell hit everyone in the room. The grunk just let out a potent SBD that easily surpassed the farts The Gastro and Rad Rhino let out. Like always, it smelled like grunk oil, and more importantly some kind of dead animal. The rhinos started coughing loudly with their noses plugged while Mac just sat there, relentlessly inhaling the gas. Otis knew that this wasn’t working on the janitor so he did the next best thing: shoving his rump in his face and farting so loudly one of the dining plates began to shake and rumble. The room was overpowered with thick green gas and the rhinos were still coughing very loudly.
“Goddamn Otis, what crawled up your ass and died?!” coughed Rad.
Otis simply laughed evilly and continued his rampage. He wasn’t trying to show off his moves or impress the janitor; he was just trying to knock them out to prove who truly had the strongest fart in the league of wrestlers.
“This is simply fantastic! It’s like an orgy in my nose and everyone’s breaking wind!” shouted Muttley ecstatically.
Otis frowned and growled in his throat. By now any normal civilian would’ve passed out, so he figured he was dealing with a pro here. The grunk knew he had to increase his power if he wanted to knock out the canine, so he waited until his stomach brewed some more before raising his tail and passing more flatulence. Mac could see the green splat on his pants that read “GAS CHAMBER” and merely smiled as he read it and watched the pants ripple like an earthquake was going on in his pants. He thought about doing dirty, erotic things to the grunk at that moment, but he wasn’t sure what Otis’s orientation was, and he knew the wrestler would freak out if he randomly decided to stick his tongue up…him. So he just sat down, smiling and taking it all in. It lasted for a long time too; almost forty seconds. Otis shouted out loud after letting out the humongous gas bubble and began to pant.
“Whew…still alive mutt?!”
Mac replied by moaning loudly.
“COUGH-You should really pace yourself Otis or you’re gonna break a bone! I know your ass must be tired after all the gas you let out during the match against S.D.” said The Gastro.
“Third time’s the charm right? And with this next one I’m gonna let out all three of you are gonna be seeing stars!”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
“WATCH ME!!”
Otis climbed on top of the table and started grunting with fists made and his eyes shut. His legs were shaking a little and he couldn’t help but raise his tail after his stomach bubbled in an extremely loud tone. The next thing Mac knew he was blinded by malodorous green fumes. Otis farted so hard that the door leading to the room was blown out of its frame and all the gas was flowing through the corridor. It sounded like a common explosion or a grenade going off, which was followed by the notorious noise of trumpeting. It lasted for practically a minute and a half and both the room and the hallway were polluted with the gas. Although Rad Rhino and his cousin and Muttley were still breathing, many staff members in the hallway were unconscious, Gabe included. Once the grunk finally stopped farting he exhaled loudly and started huffing and wheezing, right before he collapsed and fell on his back. Like the rhinos suggested, the grunk had farted waaaaaaay too hard, and now he was out of energy. The rhinos and Mac looked at Otis and laughed wildly before The Gastro walked over to him and stepped over his body. Then he got to his knees so he was in a position where his ass was resting on the grunk’s face.
“See Otis? We told you you were farting too hard.”
The Gastro relaxed his bowels and let out his own smelly fart in the furry’s face, as he did to Maskedwolf earlier that day.
“Now how do you like the taste of your own medicine?”
Otis replied by groaning loudly.
“Hehe, well I suggest we’d better go now before our talent agent shows up. I know of this secret gassy buffet my cousin and I always eat at if you wanna come.”
“Sure, I’d love that!”
Rad, The Gastro, and Mac Muttley departed from the room while Otis was left lying on the floor with tweeting birds fluttering over his head. Out of nowhere, S.D., with his nose plugged, walked into the hallway and found the room Otis was lying in. He noticed the grunk was just lying there, helpless and defeated, kinda like how he was a few hours ago. Maskedwolf looked left and right before rushing into the room. He then promptly squatted down before farting in Otis’s face. The wolf wasn’t a pro at farting, so it was a high-pitched short squeaky one, and didn’t really smell at all. In fact, he nearly strained himself when he let it out, grunting with his teeth clenched together.
“HA!! PAYBACK BITCH!!” he shouted, before running out the room.
He knew that the gas didn’t even faze the grunk, and he knew one day he would be lying underneath the hybrid’s fat stinky butt again, but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
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