Kanine Kinks- Fluffy Clouds pt. 1
One day, in the Heeler household, Bluey and her parents were busy eating dinner in the house. 

“Kids, it’s time for dinner!” Chili announced. “I made pork & beans! You’re gonna try it.” 
“Okay Mum, we’re almost done!” The elder daughter replied. 

After rushing to the table, the Heelers heard the footsteps of Bandit, who made it to the table last. He seemed real excited about the dinner his wife had prepared, and was relieved to see the kids actually trying it. 

“Thanks for dinner, babe.” Said Bandit, after planting a kiss on Chili’s cheek. 

“I like this, Mum. It’s good!” Bluey exclaimed. 
“Yeah! It’s a good dinner!” The younger daughter, Bingo emphasized. 
“Oh, what a relief. I do NOT want anything to spoil this dinner.” Said Chili, with the slightest of sternness in her voice. 

It was hard work having 2 daughters, and lord knows if having a husband like Bandit counted as a 3rd child. But dinnertime went by rather fast and smoothly, until… 

“Uh, ‘scuse me. I gotta use the toilet.” Bandit said. “Don’t interrupt me.” 
“Okay Dad, we’ll give you your privacy.” Responded Bluey. 

Just then, as Bandit got out of his seat, he let out a silent but deadly fluffy, right in his older daughter’s face. It was only noticed by the victim. A cloud of bean-fueled gas silently snuck its way out Bandit’s buttocks and wafted over to Bluey’s snout, where she was met with… a not terrible smell. 

“That’s weird…” she thought to herself. “I thought I was supposed to hate fluffies! Why is this one good?” 

The conflicting feelings made her feel a bit tingly and light-headed. Suddenly, she felt like she had to pee when a certain feeling erupted between her legs. Once she excused herself, Bluey headed to the main restroom, only to be met with Bandit’s fluffy stench again. It seems he didn’t have enough time to make it to the parent’s bathroom so he opted for the family toilet instead. This was really odd to Bluey; she snuck into the bathroom once before when Bandit was in it and hated it. But now she loved it? 

After entering the parent’s bedroom, Bluey tried as hard as she could to pee, but couldn’t. After smelling her dad’s fluffies then, it was like she had to pee even more badly. Then, the young heeler eventually gave up and came to terms with the feeling between her legs. Eventually she got used to it and realized it gave her an innate sense of happiness. Bluey just had to get accustomed to the fact that she thought her dad’s fluffies were good. She wanted more.

Later that night, the two young dogs were tucked into bed.
“Psst. Bingo.” Bluey whispered. “I need to tell you a secret.” 
“What is it?” Bingo asked. 
“I think I might like Dad’s fluffies.” 
“What?!” 
“Shh! I smelled them earlier today and it gave me a happy feeling. And I want more.” 
“I think we can figure something out.” 

The next morning, Bandit was awoken by one of his favorite tots trying to do… something. Bluey was trying to dutch-oven herself with Bandit’s mid-wakeup fluffies, while Bingo was there to keep him busy.

“What are you doing?” Bandit asked in a playful tone. “I didn’t order any adorable puppies for breakfast… or did I?” 

Bandit pretended to dine on his younger daughter’s leg as if it were a turkey leg, and Bluey wriggled her way to her dad’s bum, trying to get a whiff of her dad’s luxurious flatulence. After about a minute of horseplay, a rumble ruptured from Bandit’s rear. An audible *BRRRBT* cascaded Bluey’s sinuses at point blank range, and the tingly feeling between her legs came back. The young cattle dog didn’t want the feeling to end, and wished Bandit could fart on her forever. Bluey’s feelings of ecstasy were eventually broken when her father noticed his other daughter under the bedsheets.

“What the- ah, hah! There’s number 2!” Bandit playfully exclaimed. “I was wondering when my side of chips would arrive!” 

“Ye took me by surprise there, mate. If I’d have known you were gonna attack me from behind, I wouldn’t’ve let out one of me fluffies.” Said Bluey’s dad. 
“Dad. When DO you fluffy? I want to know.” Bluey asked.
“What? Since when do YOU care about my bum?” 
“I think I like them.” 
“Are you kiddin’ me? You gotta be outta your mind to think these are ‘good.’” 

Bandit clenched a little bit, and forced out another fluffy right on to his daughter to convince her his flatulence was something bad, but Bluey disagreed. 

“How about we play fluffy cushion?” Bingo interjected. 
“Eh, ok. I suppose it’s not as bad as some of the other games.” Bandit replied. 

Fluffy Cushion was a game where Bandit tied a pillow to his bum and had to wear it all day so nobody would be subjected to his heinous fluffies. But this time, it would be Bluey’s ticket to her own play-thing. Once the pillow was tied, Bandit set off for breakfast; a spinach & cheese omelette with no burnt spots or eggshells, as per his specifications. It came with a glass of milk for him to chug, and then he got to work. Hours later, Bandit felt the need to use the toilet, until he saw both were occupied. 

“Ah, well. Suppose I don’t have to poop too badly… I think I can manage.” 

Minutes passed until after dinner, when Bandit’s urge increased greatly. Once he was at his limit, his rump bursting with pre-poop flatulence, he undid the pillow and scurried ofd to the toilet. This was Bluey’s cue to feel tingly. She took the bum cushion to her & Bingo’s room, and began sniffing it. 

“Mmm, I love Dad’s fluffies! They smell good!” Bluey exclaimed. 
“How can anyone love something stinky?” Bingo asked. 
“I dunno. I just do.” 

After getting all she could out of the pillow, Bluey felt the happy feeling again, this time thinking she had to pee, as she thought to have nearly wet herself when playing with Bandit’s fart pillow.

To be continued…