[b]## Stinktober 12 - Fartin[/b]g

"[i]...Your wish, such as it is, is granted...[/i]"

"Hngh?" Vick woke with the strange words fading from his mind. He'd been having some kind of dream, but the details were growing hazier every moment. The grey fox groaned, sat up and rubbed the bridge of his snout.

Whatever it was, it must have been a very horny dream. He'd woken up with fierce morning wood. Tragically, there wouldn't be time for him to deal with it, even if he rushed. He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of moderately clean shorts from the floor and tugged them on. 

He yawned as he walked into the living room. His roommate, Pete, was seated at the small table, nursing a cup of coffee. 

"Ah, good, you're up." The horse held up an empty carton. "We're out of coffee creamer."

Vick sighed. "Add it to the list."

The fox poured out the dregs of the coffee for himself. 

It wasn't that he disliked Pete. He'd known the horse since their mutual university years, and they'd had great fun together in their day. But it was getting harder and harder to find common ground with the guy. He had some weird financial job that took up most of his time, and most of the rest of it was spent at the gym, trying to keep himself trim. The two used to connect with games and movies, but Pete seemed to have dropped nearly all his habits in favour of his career and his body. 

He was very closed off about his private life, but Vick wasn't sure if there was even a girlfriend or boyfriend to speak of. It was a pity, since Vick had fantasized more than once about that tight ass. But Pete had made it clear in gentle ways that he had no patience dealing with Vick's niche fetishes. 

That was fair enough, Vick supposed. 

All that was in the past, which was why it was such a shock to Vick when Pete grunted, lifted his butt of his chair a little let let out a tremendous fart that echoed through the room. 

[b]BFFFFFLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPTT[/b]

Then he just settled down like nothing had happened. He took a sip, then looked up at Vick's shocked expression.

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'?!" Vick stammered. "That was... you did..."

"Yeah, I've been really gassy lately." Pete fanned the air around his face. "What's the matter? I thought you liked farts."

"I mean, YEAH." Vick said with gravitas. Farts had been one of his biggest fetishes for as long as he could remember. One of his biggest arguments with Pete had been about him liking them, and Pete's disgusted expression was burned indelibly in his memory. "But I thought you said it was gross!"

"Sure, farts are gross. I don't like them. But farting for you is normal." Pete said, totally composed, like he was reading from the weather forecast. He let out another musical [b]PHRROOOOOPT[/b] from his noisy rump.

Vick stared at him. This made no sense, Pete was usually relentlessly logical, but he was spouting this nonsense as if it meant something. What was worse, the smell was filling up the room and making his morning wood even worse.

Pete grunted again and stood up. He braced his hands against the table, his butt sticking out and his horsey tail lifted.

"Don't you want to huff my farts?" He asked indifferently. 

Vick blushed hotly, all the blood rushing down to his dick. He gave up trying to understand. 

"YES." Vick quickly got down on his knees behind Pete, his face level with that equine rump. He admired the firmness and heft through the boxers. How the fuck was Pete still single with an ass like this?

The ass let out a gentle [b]frpt[/b] and Pete cast an impatient look behind him. He was clearly expecting something.

Vick let himself surrender wholly to lust and thrust his face against the fabric, huffing up the fart residue. The warmth of Pete's coffee farts was still fresh...

The horse seemed to have been waiting for this. He relaxed, pushing his hips back before letting a trumpeting blast right into the fox's face.

[b]PHHHBBBLLLLRRRPPTT[/b]

Vick's mind went hazy as he snorted the stink. It was so much more [i]potent[/i] up close. His heart raced from the addicted flavour of it. His body flushed. He reached down and started pawing at the obvious tent in his shorts.

Pete was far from done. He took another sip of his coffee, all the while using the fox as his personal fart cushion. Bombastic eruptions kept blowing into Vick's face, the cheeks vibrating against him.

[b]PROOOOOOOOOOPT[/b]

[b]BLLLLRRRRRRRRRRPPTT[/b]

[b]PPRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPT[/b]

[b]PHBLOOOOOOOORPT[/b]

At the last one, Vick blew his load hard into his shorts. The front of his underwear soaked with splooge as he shot a thick rope of fox-seed right through, spraying onto the kitchen floor. He whined with pleasure, riding the high of his climax and the horse's stink. 

"Ah, I needed that." Pete finished his coffee, then took the cup over to the sink to rinse it out, leaving Vick in his own little world. 

The fox was still high off of every breath tasting like horse farts. It was official: this was how he wanted all his mornings to start from now on!

"You still need to get the shopping, by the way." Pete remarked. "We're not going to have enough for lunch, otherwise."

"Hmm?" The fox mumbled, muzzily. "Y-Yeah... just let me... catch my breath a bit." 

"Do it now, please." Pete replied sharply. "You'll rest better once you've done it."

That was the Pete he knew. Logic, but without a trace of empathy. But he'd just let Vick huff the farts right out of his horsey ass... What did that mean?

"[i]Your wish, such as it is, has been granted.[/i]"

Vick froze. 

No way. 

Could it be? Was that what he'd been dreaming about? And now...

Vick stood up as Pete glared. "Uh, sure! Just gonna get a change of shorts and get going!"

Vick changed as quickly as he could, then grabbed the list and a bag and headed out. He was glad for the walk to the shops. This situation wanted thinking about.