WARNING: this is a fart fetish story. Contains brief burping


Your outing with Alastor is coming to an abrupt stop due to the latter's gastronomical woe. And it's up to you to assist Alastor in dealing with that

Cover image: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51.....oad-successful

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Trying to catch up with Alastor whenever he makes it a goal to hurry somewhere remains an annoying process. The sound of his heels clicking resonantly against the pavement is like a taunting mockery at your sluggishness.

You notice that Alastor’s radio-like buzz is not soft and subtle like usual. Instead, it increased to the point of creating an audial mess in your ears, as well as in the ears of the unfortunate passerbys. That pretty much affirmed the obvious – the radio demon was stressed out.

Bless your sharp eye and keen sense typical for a fetishist, you didn’t have to go around in circles trying to figure out what the matter was (after all, Alastor was mighty secretive about the issues that could be used against him). The fabric of his jacket is protuberant right in the belly area. The small gurgles and groans come from it with a frequency that is rising. Alastor being majorly caught up in his intestines issues right in the middle of the street is becoming a prominent possibility in the future.

“Oh for goodness sake…!”, - Alastor growls, his usually cheerful and higher-pitched voice dropping down an octave: “Can’t there be more taxis present at this time of day? I could swear some low-lifes are to blame for this inconvenience! Why must they enjoy sabotaging things that make a well-developed city? Such ignorance!”.

You grow tired of walking at such lung-squeezing speed and administer yourself to do something truly brave and desperate. You stop in your track, abruptly grabbing Alastor by the arm and yanking it, thus making him stop too.

“Alastor! There’s no point in rushing to your home. I don’t think you’ll make it… I…”

You can’t bear to say another word because you see his wide back tense up. That's not a good sign.

At first, Alastor just stands there, facing away from you and trying to pull his wits together after a sudden interruption. As he snaps his head around to give you that crazy look of fake joy in his wide eyes, his speech manner reverts back to the usual chipper radio host-like tone: “Ah, so you, my friend, are that eager to bring out the sudden change of my plans!”.

With an assertive spin, he turns to face you and shakes your hand off his arm as if it is mere disgusting dust. “I’d very much like to hear what is on your mind~ A good idea I could use right now perhaps, hmm? Keep in mind, however – if it’s not, I will be enjoying tearing your organs out of your face! I’ll have you know, I’m in the right mood for such a workout today!”.

The sound of recorded laughter echoes from the infernal red-toned smiling person in front of you, sounding plain bone-chilling in the context of his words. You tremble a bit. The stomach issues caused Alastor to become easily irritated, so you should try and word what you have in mind carefully.

“I w-was going to propose…. What if y-you… Well, I see that you are bloated, Al. And your body needs to get rid of that because something like this usually weakens you and makes it harder to teleport. Is it right?”.

You can just see yourself turning pale from the fear of his reaction to your boldness. But Alastor, curious and polite to the very end, nods at you: “It is. Now finish making your point”.

You blurt out the next straight-forward thought you have: “Right… So maybe you could let your gas out right here? Well, not exactly here, but in that back alley. Where basically no one would notice or hear you? That way you won't have to hold it in....”.

“That’s a brilliant idea!”, - Alastor cries out triumphantly seconds after you finish talking, startling you: “I’m absolutely clueless about why I haven’t thought of that myself! Must be the risk of being caught in the act by some actually respectable sinner, but what the heck! Life is all about risk! Though you, darling, really should come with me~”.

Alastor walks through the passage between buildings and began heading deep into the back alley, as you stand there, wrapped up in your offense at the implication of being called unrespectable. But the feeling quickly goes away, because what the radio demon said is true. You aren't really anyone worthy of respect. Just a boring ordinary demon sinner.

And Alastor, despite his creepiness, is too charming for you to be angry at his insensitiveness for long.

“Well? Have you had enough of stalling?”, – Alastor calls you, his eyes’ gleam reddening in the darkness, signifying that his irritation is growing again: “I can tell when the one who offered the idea wants to participate in execution! I saw it in how you stared at my bloated midsection! And I know more about you than you would imagine~”.

What was that? However, it IS the radio demon you dared to associate with, you should have stopped being surprised by the vastness of his informative resources a long time ago….

“Tick-tock, Anon, hurry, the unforgettable experience is waiting for you~”, - even though Alastor is being naturally goofy as ever, the threatening hint in his voice helps you understand that even if you were to chicken out and refuse to accompany him, it will not end well for you.

You follow the radio demon into a place where no one could hear or see you both.

The two of you reach the tight corner, made of three brick walls. Alastor tenses up again, this time holding his stomach. The pain is so bad it makes him hunch.

“Al? Is something wrong?~”, - you ask with a bit of tease in your voice.

Alastor instantly straightens up, forcing his smile to grow wider and gesturing in a carefree manner: “'Wrong' is too strong of a word! What could possibly be wrong, Anon? It is simply a…”.

That’s when it happens. The radio demon obviously did not take into account the fact that his capability at holding the gas inside was thinning. So the jerky body language took off some of the control he had over his bowels.

You hear it slipping out of his ass. It is a very short fart but full-toned enough to be easily identified for what it was - very characteristic of the very first release rushing out from a bloated stomach.

Alastor freezes with an awkward small smile on his face. “It was simply… a small cramp. At least it’s gone now, hahah!”, - his shoulders sink a bit, and his body language becomes stifled.

Seeing him act so nervous gives you a sense of confidence. You come closer to the radio demon, saying: “First time farting in front of someone in hell?”.

“First time generally!”, - he exclaims with mild resentment (you can tell he’s lying from the brightening blush on his face): “But it is of no matter. After all, I did not bring a companion here to just stand and talk. You are here to be involved in a lovely… smelly shenanigan! Do you remember that? Now, come closer, dear~”.

You didn’t have to be asked twice. Alastor’s belly emits a deep rumble, sounding like a request for more gas to be let out. You get on your knees behind the radio demon, and he looks at you over his shoulder, both surprised and weirded out by your behaviour.

“To tell you the truth, till this very moment, I was having doubts about whether you’d put yourself in this position. But since you did, you are ought to understand there is no way out of this until I am relieved!”, - Alastor enthusiastically throws his cane into the air to point at the passage between the buildings. You can see the shadow friends of the radio demon blocking the way out of the back alleys.

You nod, fully accepting being physically trapped in the tight space with the radio host who was about to explode with gas. It was a nice touch that built up your horniness.

As soon as you nuzzle his behind, Alastor presses his lips tightly together in concentration and allows himself to let loose. A raunchy fart storms out violently, flapping the long hem of his jacket. The sound is much heavier on bass than the scarce fatness of Alastor’s small ass would in theory manage to provide (at least that’s what you thought). And it’s still mighty powerful even when it stretches out into a loud vibrant whine.

You are tainted with the gas through and through the very moment, it comes in contact with your face, hair and clothes. When Alastor sighs and whispers something under his breath, you are already swayed by the odorousness of his winds.

From this scent, you can certainly tell that the heavy gas was segregated from a fresh dose of a meaty course. Just as expected. And, as horrifying as it is to think about the worst possible source of the food that was on Alastor’s plate before, it still only helps you feel more attracted. You'll take anything from Alastor with the sincerest gratitude.

“H-hah…!”, - you hear Alastor chocking out. The radio demon must be just as impressed by how massive that fart was, in a bad sense. He speaks more lively afterwards: “It is so typical of my tushy to act improperly loudly whenever I’m troubled with gas... We can only hope no one does enter this back alley before I am finished!”.

You agree. With how unstable Al acts when his reputation is threatened, it would be a dangerous outcome. Yes, even for you, since you would practically be responsible for that outcome. But for now, you simply enjoy sniffing what his butt has already spewed out.

“Wait, no! In fact, I should concentrate on getting rid of the rest of the gas than holding back”, - Alastor reasons with himself in a more serious voice: “The more, the better – after that I’ll be finally able to reach my house without a hitch! So, Anon, be a dear and suck in as much of my gas as possible, while you are at it! I wouldn’t want to be leaving a steam trail behind me later”, - he jokes, chuckling.

You blush. Was your sniffing that loud to have elicited that commentary from Alastor?

The radio demon presses his ass against your face and commands: “Rev up with inhaling what is already in the air! More is about to come out!”.

While you both are waiting for the next fart to depart, you diligently take in through your nose as many rancid iotas of the fumes as it is possible, the smell of Alastor’s unwashed crotch flowing into your nostrils as well. It stinks like cheese and dust. You’ve caught a whiff of that scent before. However, Alastor’s gas was a great addition to it.

You must be really good at sniffing up all the gas – Alastor hasn’t reacted to the smell yet. Or maybe he is pretending not to so he can appear sturdy, who knows? Your perception is not to be trusted anyway as you are right in the middle of the gas cloud.

Radio demon’s belly gurgles more, and you prepare for the next ass typhoon. And so it goes off. But it’s not as impressive as the last one. It’s just a drawn-out monotone gurgle bubbling out of his pants without gaining the volume or brunt both of you hoped it would. Still, the weak extent doesn’t stop it from generously spreading that meaty stench all around you.

Good grief! Phew, why does it have to smell so mercilessly putrid? Hell’s air never smelt good, but this feels like every dumpster in the city was brought together and left to rot in a huge pile. It was beginning to stifle your olfactory system. But you like the feeling.

Alastor's posture is stiff again, as he’s still trying to push all the gas out, puzzled about why the release is so long with so little effect on unloading his guts.

“I can’t fathom what is holding the expulsion back”, - Alastor comments, clenching his fists on his stomach: “I don’t think I can handle this discomfort for much longer…”.

The gurgle from his butt has turned into a whispery buzz. However, it is evident that there’s a lot more gas left inside his body.

If you are going to be hurt by that smell sooner or later, then it’s best to help Al vent it out as soon as possible. So you start massaging Alastor’s belly. From such a sudden handling the radio demon flinches and raises his hands, unsure of whether to push your fingers away or not.

“Huh! You think that will help me get more gas out?”, - Alastor speaks, moaning softly and biting his lip at how the fumes inside his guts painfully move around beneath the pressure from your fingers. “Hmm, it probably will... You are such a thoughtful fellow~”, - he adds quietly, lowering his ears and putting his hands on his chest in a lock: “Try going lower, Anon. I reckon this is how to make those nasty ones glide towards the exit”.

You smirk, rubbing circles around the lower part of his belly now, changing the amount of the pressure for an experimental value. At one point you hear a rather loud burp coming from above and barely stifle your giggling.

“Oh my…”, - Alastor chuckles in embarrassment, fanning the air in front of his face: “Excuse me, it burst out so suddenly! But it only shows you are doing a remarkable job down there~ I might as well be relieved from both ends!”.

Right after that Alastor gasps quietly again, and from how his stomach bellows with gurgles and groans more wildly than ever before, you know that it’s all coming to an end soon. “A-anon, get your nose ready!”, - Alastor says shakily. You can see him clench his asscheeks because the fabric of his pants suddenly wrinkles from being pinched in that area.

“Al, it’s okay, let hell loose! I can handle it”, - you coo, rubbing his hips and caressing the edge of his buttcheeks to get them to relax.

“I know perfectly well that you will”, - he mocks, not liking you trying to coddle him. “Anyhow, at any other time I would tear your arms off for touching me so crudely in those areas”, - Alastor hisses without much of a bite behind those words – he is more focused on the shameful evidence that more farts were creeping closer to his asshole.

“Well this is an emergency, Al”, - you tease, taking the hem of the jacket off his ass: “I had to help you somehow. And be braver about this! We are all alone here, so fart as loudly as you need to~”.

“Ohhh, dear…me”, - Alastor whines, his voice distorted, as if coming from a damaged radio: "Something truly awful is about to start...". Then his inner reserves finally start sending out all the gas. With the very first rip blowing into your face, you know that it is sort of horrifying. But then it continues. In front of you, there is Alastor’s small bum, burping out rich bursts of fumes at enormous speed, one after another. You can observe those buttcheeks vibrate from such an assault. The deer demon’s tail does not flop down for a second, instead, it’s sticking upwards stiffly to stay out of the way of the stinky outbreak.

“A-anon… this is…”, - Alastor struggles to speak before being interrupted by another fart that was somehow louder than the last. “Ohhh, w-what a disgrace…”, - Alastor finishes his thought, hiding his wavering smile behind his bony gloved fist.

Bassy, bubbly and popping sounds ring about the back alley like explosions of firecrackers. You are sure those are heard perfectly well by those residing in apartments of the buildings you are surrounded by. Alastor thinks the same too, evident from how his face is now redder than his hair.

By the time his ass let out more than 15 farts (you lost count) the space is filled with more gas than there was cleaner air before you two arrived. You can hear that even Alastor is heaving, not able to breathe properly in such an atmosphere. However, his ass finally quiets down, and you think that it’s over.

The radio demon immediately contradicts your expectations. He looks back at you again and says: “How… oddly exciting! Anon, I can see how much pain you are in from all that! I say, it is clear you couldn’t handle what my stomach provided after all! But, I have a tiny last one to vent! So try to rough it, alright?~”.

He pushes, and weak popping ripples against your nose. Well, at least it’s much weaker in comparison to what you’ve heard and felt earlier. So it didn’t actually make a large difference, feeling like a gentle breeze in the heavy fog of the gas that was already there.

“Just the last gushes freeing themselves~”, - Alastor coos: “This is going to keep happening to me all day today, I suppose. But I cannot deny this is detestable! I should be more careful with what I eat next time. Although I promise that to myself way too often, hahah… What can I say, I love a satisfyingly good grub every now and then~”. He sounds just a little shy in the light of you having seen him being gassy and acting vulnerable about it.

You don’t care about that. You are merely glad you can rest from being blasted in the face so hard it feels almost sore now.

“You said I couldn’t handle it”, - you remark, getting off the ground and rubbing the bridge of your numb nose: “But have you noticed that I haven’t coughed even once? Or attempt to writhe away? Or....”.

“And truly that surprises me!”, - Alastor exclaims, interrupting you: “With how revolting the smell is, I thought you’d end up suffering a little more. But oh well….”, - that bastard, even at a moment like this he was expecting a chance to make fun of someone’s agony.

When the radio demon turns away from you, commanding his shadows to move away, you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Well, the air in this back alley is ruined for good”, - Alastor says, stepping away from you and wafting his own gas away from his face, grimacing a little: “It’s not going to be cleared anytime soon, believe me. I’m speaking from an experience! But as I am away from my house at the moment, this is ruination I probably should be proud of”. A recorded sound of sad and awkward audience’s mumbling emits from the radio demon.

Both of you perk up when you hear the voices of some sinners lurking somewhere at the distant entrance to the back alleys. You can practically feel the aura of uneasiness emanating from Alastor. You get nervous too, considering that there are steps now, and they are getting closer. This is NOT the situation you both want to be found in.

“Well, dear, I know we both agree that we’ve had all the fun we could here”, - the radio demon jokes, keeping his voice down. He grabs you and holds you close: “Now that I’m all better, let’s move to our next destination~ After all, we wasted enough time as it is!”.

Alastor snaps his fingers. And in a teleportation flash you and the radio demon are gone.