Ashley

Looking around a little more, Morgan noticed another vixen, sitting on a wall and smoking. Unlike Morgan, she was white, wearing all black with a small piercing in her ear. She looked pretty miserable - maybe a little fart humor would cheer her up?


"I'm gonna go for her!" Morgan pointed towards the vixen.

Liz nodded. "Ok, we're gonna walk over, stand near her, and you're gonna let out the longest fart of your life! Remember - do it slowly, don't rush!"

Morgan nodded and the girls both headed over to the wall the vixen was sat on.

They stood in position a few feet away, Morgan's butt facing towards her - she could feel the violent bubbling in her tummy, the gas building up and waiting to get out.

She looked at Liz, bit her lip, and then started to push.

She made sure not to rush, as Liz had instructed, letting the gas ease out slowly. It was already loud.

Liz starting breaking out into hysterics as Morgan concentrated super hard, trying her best to sustain this one fart.

It got louder and louder, sounding not unlike a motorcycle engine as the segmented pops grew closer together into a loud revving sort of sound.

Meanwhile, the vixen on the wall stared, and pulled one earplug from her ear. Her mouth didn't curl in disgust, her eyes didn't widen in surprise, she didn't recoil in sheer horror - she just watched, face stone cold and straight.

Morgan kept it going, using a paw to spread one of her cheeks - she knew she was gonna have to breathe in a second, that she couldn't keep it going forever, but it was still turning out to be pretty lengthy by her standards.

After roughly ten seconds, Morgan gasped for air and the fart cut off. Liz was still chuckling loudly and clutching her belly.

"Whew..."

The girl on the wall was still staring: unabashed and unflinching. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.

"Well. Can't say I was expecting to see that this evening. Well done." Her voice was as flat as her facial expression.

Liz and Morgan shared a glance. They weren't exactly sure what to say.

"Sorry, better out than in!" Morgan joked, feeling pretty embarrassed but fueled by adrenaline.

The vixen's eyes shifted from Liz to Morgan, and then back and forth again. Her nostrils flinched.
"Hm. You're lactose intolerant, aren't you? Smells like it."

Liz had never received this kind of reaction before, and Morgan certainly wasn't expecting it.

"Uh... not really, it just doesn't agree with me."

The white fox nodded slowly. "I can tell."

Liz decided to step forward - maybe she could illicit something other than deadpan from this girl.
"You, uh, don't seem too phased by that. Girl just comes up to you and farts on you."

The girl took a moment to respond. "It took me a little by surprise, but that was kinda rad."

"Rad?" Morgan and Liz shared another glance.

The girl tapped her phone to turn the music off.
"You don't see girls ripping ass usually. Especially not like that."

"We're not usual girls." Morgan grinned.

"Like I haven't heard that one before, but this time you're not wrong." The vixen commented cynically, still taking a few tokes from her cigarette.

Liz was pretty surprised that she didn't even seem to care about the smell, which was pretty foul for what it was worth.

"I'm Liz! This is Morgan." The skunk outstretched a hand towards the girl, wearing a beaming smile.

She looked down at Liz's paw, almost as if she wasn't sure what to do with it.

"I'm Ashley."

Liz's hand stayed out, but clearly Ashley wasn't intending to shake it.

"Nice to meet you, uh, this isn't exactly going the way we expected it to."

Ashley half raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

"Usually when we do that, people get all pissed."

"Or run away." Morgan added.

"You two do this often? Come up to strangers and then fart on them?"

The girls both laughed and nodded in union.

"Huh. That's kinda hardcore. Weird, but kinda hardcore." Ashley's face remained flat.

"You should see what she can do!" Morgan gestured towards Liz.

Liz nodded, leaning over to one side and letting out four rhythmic toots.

"What? You fart on command or something?"

"Kinda. More than that... it's all natural, and I never really run out."

Ashley nodded slowly again. It was hard to tell if she was weirded out or impressed.
"Prove it."

Morgan and Liz looked at one another. They'd certainly never had a stranger say anything like that to them before, but Liz wasn't afraid to show off her abilities.

"Ok, if you insist." She started Ashley off with a squeaker, lifting her leg up in the air and moving into various poses as she kept it going and going, her face showing no signs of concentration or strain.

Liz comically yawned, jumping up and down and making the fart undulate loudly; she started to do jumping jacks as she kept the fart going and going. Morgan watched on, awestruck, as Liz seemed to hold a 25 second fart without even breaking a sweat.

She cut it off, letting out little bursts of flatulence and pumping her arms down with each one, starting to let them out in some sort of little rhythm.

Ashley continued to stare on, eyes fixed on Liz as she waved her butt around, pushing out loud, airy, wet, bubbly farts one after the other, humming to herself to show just how little effort this all took.

After about a minute of showing off, Liz decided to stop, standing back against the wall and sighing.

"How was that?"

Ashley narrowed her eyes. "Weird, but cool."

"Weird but cool is our style." Liz smirked.

"You don't ever like, crap yourself doing that?" Ashley asked blankly.

"It's all air, baby! I mean, I still need to use the bathroom but I have enough control not to soil myself." She laughed. "Although I've come close more than a few times."

Without warning, Morgan let out a loud, pretty wet-sounding blast; all that food was tearing her stomach apart.

"And by the sound of it, Morgan just nearly did herself." Liz giggled.

Morgan laughed along with her and fanned her paw by her butt.

Ashley spoke up again.
"I'm lactose intolerant. Got it bad. I know the smell anywhere."
She jumped down from the wall. She was around the same height as the girls, a little taller than Morgan. Her hair came down in a fringe above her eyes, which were a striking shade of green. Her wardrobe was almost exclusively black and leather, and Morgan could make out part of what seemed to be a tattoo peeping out below her sleeve.

"You wanna hang with us for a bit?" Liz asked Ashley warmly, not expecting any warmth in response.

"Sure. Haven't got a whole lot else to do. Can't sleep. What do you dudes wanna do?"

"Uh.. I'm not sure. Do you have any suggestions?"

Ashley thought for a moment. "There's a concert going on across town. Maybe you two can clear out the venue or something. Probably some diners open. Your choice."