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I've made probably the sickest original furry erotica ever.
Acme belongs to Warner Bros.
The Vixen belongs to me!","writing":"WARNING: DO NOT EAT OR DRINK BEFORE OR AFTER READING! YOU'LL BE SORRY!\n\n\nOnce Upon A Time, in a land far away,\nWhere the comedy and characters were seldom grey,\n\n\nIn a small apartment by the Acme Supplies Store,\nLived a silver-coated vixen any furry would adore.\n\n\nShe had a decent array of activities,\nAnd a consistent appreciation for her town's festivities.\n\n\nShe often made the chart of 'cutest gals around',\nAnd would often get beauty ads from near and all around.\n\n\nShe boasted 3 closets' worth of sensual outfits,\nAnd was the poster child for countless inspired kits.\n\n\nShe was delicate, a bombshell, something magnificent to behold,\nYet, no single guy in the village would date this heart of gold.\n\n\n\"How could that be so?\" You're likely thinking about now.\n\"That such a lovely animal could be rejected somehow?\"\n\n\nWell, it's my tragic duty to tell you an otherwise-confidence,\nThat this particular vulpine was shockingly odorous.\n\n\nWhether she enjoyed it or not,\nShe had a set of bowels that were oh so hot,\n\n\nThat every now and then, actually, more often then that,\nShe'd make a \"toot\", a \"sss\", or a dreaded \"splat\".\n\n\nHer looks didn't matter. Her smell certainly did,\nTo any guy wary enough to catch a mark of skid,\n\n\nOn her fresh new undies, and before she could explain\nThey'd speed right away from her unorthodox stain.\n\n\nShe couldn't help it, sadly, this is what she always gets\nFor feasting on Italian, Mexican, and a few banana splits.\n\n\nAt her own school, it was a common sign of danger,\nWhen she'd dash in the bathroom, and the toilets she'd endanger.\n\n\nShe'd leave such a mess in just one stall,\nThat the janitors would often kneel down and bawl.\n\n\nHer ballet class no better, for by lifting her legs,\nShe'd unleash long wet farts that smelled worse than expired eggs.\n\n\nThe vixen hoped she'd get paid double-time,\nIn her french-maid service, but alas, not even a dime,\n\n\nWould she see in her slender hand, for her clients all agree,\nThat she made their homes worse by drenching her panties in pee.\n\n\nNot even something as upbeat as the cheerleading squad,\nCould stop anyone from proclaiming \"Oh my god!\"\n\n\nAt the chunky brown puddle that tainted her underwear,\nWhich would eventually land on the field, and ruin the fresh air.\n\n\nHer stinky problems were just enough,\nTo make everyone turn their cheek on her with a huff.\n\n\nNo matter how much she apologized,\nShe was still among the most despised.\n\n\nEventually, she could stand their attitude no longer,\nWith her stench only growing significantly stronger.\n\n\nFor the next few months, her own home was all she dwelt,\nWith sorrow and pain as the only things she felt.\n\n\n\"Why did it have to be me?\" She pleaded.\n\"A simple 'pardon' was all they should've needed!\"\n\n\nThen, out of nowhere, her questions were interrupted.\n\"All this drama is just from the things you've disrupted.\"\n\n\nShe looked left and right, yet nothing in sight,\nWhen the same voice proclaimed with all of his might:\n\n\n\"These habits of your's, not everyone agrees,\nIs not so polite when you're cutting the cheese,\n\n\nIn a restaurant, a prom, the movies or the park.\nNo one wants you flashing your anal mark.\n\n\nYou must empty your bladder or your excessive bowels\nIn privacy, then clean your butt with white paper towels.\n\n\nIt's painful, I know, but it's the only way,\nTo resist the sudden urge in public to spray.\"\n\n\nThe vixen sat there, completely confused.\n\"With all this, however, you may be excused,\n\n\nTo do as you please in your own little place.\nTo pass your free gas at your very own pace.\n\n\nTo dump as much waste as you possibly could,\nJust like your ancestors did in the wood.\n\n\nTo bathe in a shower entirely in gold,\nWith no-one around to judge or to scold.\n\n\nYou're sexy and you know it, so do as you want.\nJust do it in your home so no-one can taunt.\n\n\nAnd in the emergency of an unexpected trip,\nJust clean up your mess, and maybe throw a quip.\n\n\nThat's all I can say, so I wish the best of luck.\nNow, don't let anyone see you releasing no guck.\"\n\n\nWith no more lectures from the voice in the sky,\nThe vulpine caught her foot with a single eye.\n\n\nIt felt awfully hot in her Mary-Jane shoe,\nThen with a smirk, she knew what she was gonna do.\n\n\nWith no second thought, the vixen undid\nThe strap of her black shoe, which she then rid.\n\n\nThen she did the same with her other footwear,\nBefore taking a whiff of it's unconventional air.\n\n\nIt was foul, yet somehow dangerously enticing,\nSo her plain white stockings she ended up sacrificing,\n\n\nFor the sake of surrounding herself in their musk\nOf sweat, or hormones that plagued them from dawn to dusk.\n\n\nIt wasn't enough, though. So what did she do?\nHer white buttoned shirt she began to undo.\n\n\nShe pressed her snout against the armpit spot\nTo sniff the puddles left by her environmental fraught.\n\n\nThen, after playing with her skirt so gayly,\nShe let it slide off her hips like it did so daily.\n\n\nWith nothing on her body but her stuffy undies\nShe pranced across her living room with ease.\n\n\nFarting and tooting, she just didn't care.\nAs long as no one else would so much glance or stare.\n\n\nFinally, she decided to free her plentiful breasts,\nFrom the silky torso noose they passed as a chest nest.\n\n\nShe shook her jugs around, then gave a bit of a wince\nAt her frilly panties she hadn't washed since.\n\n\nA dark damp spot in the front of the cotton\nFrom a severe accident she had long since forgotten.\n\n\nFrom then on, she had only one choice:\nDitch those panties that kept her crotch moist.\n\n\nThe vixen stood proudly in all her glory.\nThis was her space. Her own private lavatory.\n\n\nWith that, she closed her eyes, and spread her buttcheeks\nAnd released a long stench that'd plague a stall for weeks.\n\n\nShe inhaled her odor. Her randiness increased.\nShe pranced through her house, from the west to the east,\n\n\nPassing and gassing, sniffing and smelling\nThe stink that spawned from her own casual dwelling.\n\n\nShe smiled and giggled at every sound her butt made.\nThe depression she experienced had greatly decayed.\n\n\nThe vixen posed, and farted some more,\nIn front of a mirror, thinking: \"What a dirty whore\".\n\n\nShe pressed her cheeks against the silver with glee\nTooting, inhaling, and going \"Tee-hee\".\n\n\nAt that moment, she observed her various clothes,\nThen thought to herself \"Anything goes\".\n\n\nThe next thing she knew, she was happily dancing\nHer cheerleader outfit grew more and more entrancing,\n\n\nThat she caved in to her feelings, and blew her skirt up\nWith a stench that certainly came from no buttercup.\n\n\nAt the same time, she desperately needed to piss,\nSo she let her bladder drain out with naughty bliss,\nHer mood all the more heightened from the clitoral hiss.\n\n\n\"What a mess!\" She declared at her wet underwear.\nThen she stripped off her clothes without the slightest bit of a care.\n\n\nNext, she decided to cause a stir of irony,\nBy soiling her french maid outfit with her excessive pee.\n\n\nShe took one step further, and with a single toot,\nLaid a dump in her bloomers, that would keep males from their snoot.\n\n\nShe removed all the clothes, and with a single shot,\nFlung her brown dropping from her undies to her chamber pot.\n\n\nShe flushed down the dump, then to make her life less gray,\nDonned her tight dress that was reserved for ballet.\n\n\nAfter prancing, stretching, and gassing the room,\nShe soiled her undies to create a unique fume.\n\n\nWith the front merely moist, and the backside all sticky,\nShe yet again stripped faster than in a quickie.\n\n\nAfter dumping her puddle in the toilet with the lightest simplicity,\nShe filled her washing machine with clothes, to lessen their toxicity.\n\n\nThen she seated her ass on the toilet for once,\nAnd made more toots than a purebred dunce.\n\n\nEventually, she spouted out her pee and her crap,\nYet felt like her behavior left a significant gap\n\n\nIn her activities today. So with no further ado,\nAfter flushing down her leftover urine and poo,\n\n\nShe stood proudly up, and with no sense of remorse,\nUnloaded a dump larger than that of a horse.\n\n\nShe reached into the chunk, and while initially denyng it,\nSlowly covered her whole torso with her shit.\n\n\nShe dropped some more of her unappetizing chocolate,\nAnd spread her body with more of the scat.\n\n\nFeeling more and more naughty, she made her floor less and less clean,\nAs her dumps started turning a deep shade of green.\n\n\nNot that she cared. She kept dirtying herself.\nFouler and fouler she grew than one's other self.\n\n\nWhen she finally decided to clean her own mess,\nShe lay on the floor that she had degressed.\n\n\nShe spread her legs as far as one would need,\nThen on her whole body, she relentlessly peed.\n\n\nHer eyes closed, but her mouth plenty wide,\nShe let her yellow stream rain upon her with pride.\n\n\nShe pissed, she farted, she pooped, she laughed.\nAnywhere else, she'd look rather daft.\n\n\nBut not here she ain't. No, in her own mind,\nHer enthusiastic attitude was purely unfeigned.\n\n\nIt was then she decided her own body waste,\nWas where her happiness would from now on be based.\n\n\nWhile she kept the appearance of dignification\nHer true self was worse than the outhouse of a gas station.\n\n\nOnce she had emptied her sphincter and bladder,\nShe no longer felt madder or sadder\n\n\nAt her unclean habits. She lay there all happy,\nIn her brand new getup that was literally crappy.\n\n\nNow, you may think this should have a lesson or two.\nBut we really just want to see this vixen fart, pee, and poo.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"WARNING: DO NOT EAT OR DRINK BEFORE OR AFTER READING! YOU'LL BE SORRY!
Once Upon A Time, in a land far away,
Where the comedy and characters were seldom grey,
In a small apartment by the Acme Supplies Store,
Lived a silver-coated vixen any furry would adore.
She had a decent array of activities,
And a consistent appreciation for her town's festivities.
She often made the chart of 'cutest gals around',
And would often get beauty ads from near and all around.
She boasted 3 closets' worth of sensual outfits,
And was the poster child for countless inspired kits.
She was delicate, a bombshell, something magnificent to behold,
Yet, no single guy in the village would date this heart of gold.
"How could that be so?" You're likely thinking about now.
"That such a lovely animal could be rejected somehow?"
Well, it's my tragic duty to tell you an otherwise-confidence,
That this particular vulpine was shockingly odorous.
Whether she enjoyed it or not,
She had a set of bowels that were oh so hot,
That every now and then, actually, more often then that,
She'd make a "toot", a "sss", or a dreaded "splat".
Her looks didn't matter. Her smell certainly did,
To any guy wary enough to catch a mark of skid,
On her fresh new undies, and before she could explain
They'd speed right away from her unorthodox stain.
She couldn't help it, sadly, this is what she always gets
For feasting on Italian, Mexican, and a few banana splits.
At her own school, it was a common sign of danger,
When she'd dash in the bathroom, and the toilets she'd endanger.
She'd leave such a mess in just one stall,
That the janitors would often kneel down and bawl.
Her ballet class no better, for by lifting her legs,
She'd unleash long wet farts that smelled worse than expired eggs.
The vixen hoped she'd get paid double-time,
In her french-maid service, but alas, not even a dime,
Would she see in her slender hand, for her clients all agree,
That she made their homes worse by drenching her panties in pee.
Not even something as upbeat as the cheerleading squad,
Could stop anyone from proclaiming "Oh my god!"
At the chunky brown puddle that tainted her underwear,
Which would eventually land on the field, and ruin the fresh air.
Her stinky problems were just enough,
To make everyone turn their cheek on her with a huff.
No matter how much she apologized,
She was still among the most despised.
Eventually, she could stand their attitude no longer,
With her stench only growing significantly stronger.
For the next few months, her own home was all she dwelt,
With sorrow and pain as the only things she felt.
"Why did it have to be me?" She pleaded.
"A simple 'pardon' was all they should've needed!"
Then, out of nowhere, her questions were interrupted.
"All this drama is just from the things you've disrupted."
She looked left and right, yet nothing in sight,
When the same voice proclaimed with all of his might:
"These habits of your's, not everyone agrees,
Is not so polite when you're cutting the cheese,
In a restaurant, a prom, the movies or the park.
No one wants you flashing your anal mark.
You must empty your bladder or your excessive bowels
In privacy, then clean your butt with white paper towels.
It's painful, I know, but it's the only way,
To resist the sudden urge in public to spray."
The vixen sat there, completely confused.
"With all this, however, you may be excused,
To do as you please in your own little place.
To pass your free gas at your very own pace.
To dump as much waste as you possibly could,
Just like your ancestors did in the wood.
To bathe in a shower entirely in gold,
With no-one around to judge or to scold.
You're sexy and you know it, so do as you want.
Just do it in your home so no-one can taunt.
And in the emergency of an unexpected trip,
Just clean up your mess, and maybe throw a quip.
That's all I can say, so I wish the best of luck.
Now, don't let anyone see you releasing no guck."
With no more lectures from the voice in the sky,
The vulpine caught her foot with a single eye.
It felt awfully hot in her Mary-Jane shoe,
Then with a smirk, she knew what she was gonna do.
With no second thought, the vixen undid
The strap of her black shoe, which she then rid.
Then she did the same with her other footwear,
Before taking a whiff of it's unconventional air.
It was foul, yet somehow dangerously enticing,
So her plain white stockings she ended up sacrificing,
For the sake of surrounding herself in their musk
Of sweat, or hormones that plagued them from dawn to dusk.
It wasn't enough, though. So what did she do?
Her white buttoned shirt she began to undo.
She pressed her snout against the armpit spot
To sniff the puddles left by her environmental fraught.
Then, after playing with her skirt so gayly,
She let it slide off her hips like it did so daily.
With nothing on her body but her stuffy undies
She pranced across her living room with ease.
Farting and tooting, she just didn't care.
As long as no one else would so much glance or stare.
Finally, she decided to free her plentiful breasts,
From the silky torso noose they passed as a chest nest.
She shook her jugs around, then gave a bit of a wince
At her frilly panties she hadn't washed since.
A dark damp spot in the front of the cotton
From a severe accident she had long since forgotten.
From then on, she had only one choice:
Ditch those panties that kept her crotch moist.
The vixen stood proudly in all her glory.
This was her space. Her own private lavatory.
With that, she closed her eyes, and spread her buttcheeks
And released a long stench that'd plague a stall for weeks.
She inhaled her odor. Her randiness increased.
She pranced through her house, from the west to the east,
Passing and gassing, sniffing and smelling
The stink that spawned from her own casual dwelling.
She smiled and giggled at every sound her butt made.
The depression she experienced had greatly decayed.
The vixen posed, and farted some more,
In front of a mirror, thinking: "What a dirty whore".
She pressed her cheeks against the silver with glee
Tooting, inhaling, and going "Tee-hee".
At that moment, she observed her various clothes,
Then thought to herself "Anything goes".
The next thing she knew, she was happily dancing
Her cheerleader outfit grew more and more entrancing,
That she caved in to her feelings, and blew her skirt up
With a stench that certainly came from no buttercup.
At the same time, she desperately needed to piss,
So she let her bladder drain out with naughty bliss,
Her mood all the more heightened from the clitoral hiss.
"What a mess!" She declared at her wet underwear.
Then she stripped off her clothes without the slightest bit of a care.
Next, she decided to cause a stir of irony,
By soiling her french maid outfit with her excessive pee.
She took one step further, and with a single toot,
Laid a dump in her bloomers, that would keep males from their snoot.
She removed all the clothes, and with a single shot,
Flung her brown dropping from her undies to her chamber pot.
She flushed down the dump, then to make her life less gray,
Donned her tight dress that was reserved for ballet.
After prancing, stretching, and gassing the room,
She soiled her undies to create a unique fume.
With the front merely moist, and the backside all sticky,
She yet again stripped faster than in a quickie.
After dumping her puddle in the toilet with the lightest simplicity,
She filled her washing machine with clothes, to lessen their toxicity.
Then she seated her ass on the toilet for once,
And made more toots than a purebred dunce.
Eventually, she spouted out her pee and her crap,
Yet felt like her behavior left a significant gap
In her activities today. So with no further ado,
After flushing down her leftover urine and poo,
She stood proudly up, and with no sense of remorse,
Unloaded a dump larger than that of a horse.
She reached into the chunk, and while initially denyng it,
Slowly covered her whole torso with her shit.
She dropped some more of her unappetizing chocolate,
And spread her body with more of the scat.
Feeling more and more naughty, she made her floor less and less clean,
As her dumps started turning a deep shade of green.
Not that she cared. She kept dirtying herself.
Fouler and fouler she grew than one's other self.
When she finally decided to clean her own mess,
She lay on the floor that she had degressed.
She spread her legs as far as one would need,
Then on her whole body, she relentlessly peed.
Her eyes closed, but her mouth plenty wide,
She let her yellow stream rain upon her with pride.
She pissed, she farted, she pooped, she laughed.
Anywhere else, she'd look rather daft.
But not here she ain't. No, in her own mind,
Her enthusiastic attitude was purely unfeigned.
It was then she decided her own body waste,
Was where her happiness would from now on be based.
While she kept the appearance of dignification
Her true self was worse than the outhouse of a gas station.
Once she had emptied her sphincter and bladder,
She no longer felt madder or sadder
At her unclean habits. She lay there all happy,
In her brand new getup that was literally crappy.
Now, you may think this should have a lesson or two.
But we really just want to see this vixen fart, pee, and poo.","pools_count":0,"title":"The Flatulent Vixen","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/plain","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"1","views":"239","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}