Stink About What You Did, Tommy!
Once upon a time, there was an island run by a series of civilized animals. And one of those animals was a tanuki bu the name of “Tom Nook.” And he was the town’s real-estate guy. He had two nephews dubbed “Timmy” and “Tommy” who were working with him after a complex situation. 

“Uncle Tom! I’m bored! When can I play my video game?” Tommy asked. Tommy was a bit more of a rascal than Timmy, who was slightly more book-smart. 
“You’ll get to play when I finish selling the mayor this candy-themed exterior. Now, go and… file some files for me, please.” Tom replied in a somewhat sassy tone. As if he didn’t want to be bothered with the bells he had.
“Man, Uncle Tom’s a jerk! I wanna do… something!” Tommy said in anger to his twin brother.
“Normally I’d tell you to calm down, but lately, I’ve been getting a little aggravated by him as well.” Timmy replied. “But we’ll just have to work through it for the rest of the day.”

Later that night, when the shop finally closed, Tom Nook got the family’s dinner ready. 
“Boys, I hope you’re not too upset with me giving you things to do. If you spend all day playing video games, you’re gonna feel sick of them eventually. Don’t you wanna grow up to be like me?” Said Tom Nook.
“No way, you’re greedy and mean!” Tommy said, in protest. “And you smell, too! Stinky!” 
“Alright, nobody back-talks me! Tommy, go to your room! I’ll be with you momentarily.”

Feeling awful for his brother, Timmy decided to hold off on his dinner meal and check up on Tommy. 
“I don’t get it. I was speaking my mind and telling the truth. It works in cartoons, so it should work for me.” Tommy said, pouting. “How do YOU handle that meanie so well?” 
“Actually…” Timmy said. “I hate him too! But I was afraid if I said something, he’d come in and punish me.” 
“Knowing him, he’ll probably give my butt a spanking!” 
“Oh, yeah! Last time it was so red someone thought it was an oversized peach! Haha!” 

After what seemed like a long time of waiting, Tom Nook knocked on the door to the twins’ room, ready to teach Tommy a lesson. 
“Okay, Mr. Badmouther! Lay down on your stomach!” Tom demanded.
“I hate spankings! You’re mean and won’t let me play my Nintendo during work!” Tommy sassed.

Doing this would only lead to his demise. 

*WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *SLAP!* *THWACK!* 

The paddle Tom held kept slapping against Tommy’s buttcheeks in a session that felt like it lasted forever! Seeing his poor younger brother in such a position made Timmy feel awful. Like he should’ve done something but he couldn’t. 

“Ahhhhahhahahhh, stop it!!!!! Pleaaaaase! I’m sorry!!!!!!” Tommy pleaded and cried. His rump turning as red as a beet. 
“Oh I’ll stop after you do your work and stop treating me like a bad guy.” Tom said. “You need to learn respect. Even if I gotta paddle it through your butt, mister! If I don’t see an improvement in your behavior, you can expect more paddling every day for the next three months.” 

Later that same night, Tommy was crying at the prospect of getting his poor little bum beaten every day. He couldn’t even sit down his butt was so sore. Timmy could only feel pity at keeping silent during the event, and to compensate, he tried to massage and caress his twin’s bottom. 

“Here, let me help.” Timmy said, rubbing his stubby arms against Tommy’s cheeks in a circular motion. “Want me to get some lotion?” 
“Ooooh… that feels good… no thanks.” said Tommy, almost forgetting the abuse he suffered from his uncle. “Feels so relaxing… nnnnf.” 

Timmy was also getting into the moment, rubbing his brother’s butt, until… 

*PRRRRFFFFFT* 

“Oops! Excuse me!” Said Tommy, having farted on his brother’s face. “Uncle Tom’s dinner always makes me gassy.” 

“Ewwwww!! You totally cut it right on my face!” Said a disgusted Timmy, wafting the gas away. “If I’d had known you were gonna do that, I would’ve stayed clear away from that fart machine of yours!” 

That gave Tommy an idea. An idea of how to get back at his uncle for spanking him. 

“Hehe! That’s right! I bet nobody can stand my butt blasts! Especially not that mean ol’ Uncle Tom!” Tommy said. 
“Okay, just don’t aim your butt near me, OK?” Said Timmy, still tearing up from the fumes of his brother’s butt-blast.

The very next day, Tommy went out to the market to buy some produce. Apples, mangoes, pears, especially beans. He made sure to pay for everything. Then it was only a matter of time before Tommy’s belly-bomb went off. 

“Ooooohhhh, my tummy feels rumbly.” Tommy complained. 
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have eaten all that food. Wait, how DID you pay for that?” Timmy asked.
“I stole Uncle Tom’s money.” Tommy whispered. “That meanie-head doesn’t deserve money.” 

Suddenly, and without warning, Tommy accidentally let out a small toot.

*Frrnt!* 

“Oops! ‘Scuse me. Gotta hold it in until Tom spanks me, hehe!” Said Tommy. “Phew, I really do stink.”
*cough cough* “Okay, just don’t tell him I endorse this. If he asks, I tried to stop you.” Timmy requested.

Just then, Tom Nook went in to check on the boys, especially Tommy. 

“Hey boys, how are things go-OOOOH MAN! Who cut the cheese?” Tom said. 
“I did!” Timmy said, bailing out his brother. “It was, uhm… an apple I ate. Earlier. Yeah. Pardon me.” 
“Well try to do something like that in private, ok? Tommy, you could learn a thing or two from him.” Tom Nook said.

Then came dinner time, and Tommy was about ready to blow. His gut had expanded a bit from all the gas he was holding. But, fortunately for him, this was around the time Tom checked on his bells he loved so dearly. 

“TOMMY NOOKLING! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!” Tom yelled. “Did you steal my bells? Yes or no.” 
“No Uncle, I would never steal your bells! They probably stink, like you!” Said Tommy, ready for a literal ass-whooping. 
“Okay, lay on your belly. Time for one of the ninety spankings you are about to receive!” Tom warned.

However, before Tom had time to strike, Tommy released the beast; a 7-second long fart that reeked of rotten eggs and general musk.

*BRRRRRRRNNNNNNNTTTTT!!!!!!* 

“Aaaahhhhhh, feels good to let it out.” Said Tommy, relieved of the pressure in his gut. It felt good to gas is mean old uncle. 

“GAHHH! OH MY GOD IT STINKS SO BAD! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING?!” Tom yelled, using both hands to plug up his nose. This let Tommy free, letting out another fart on his uncle before running off. 

*braaaap* 

“I’m so stinky you can’t even touch me!” Tommy taunted, letting out more smelly bouts of flatulence. 

*Frrnt* 

Tommy’s plan was a success. He gassed his spank-happy uncle and freed himself from punishment… or so he thought. 

“Urrngh! That kid wants stink, oh, I’ll stink him up real bad!” Tom said to himself. 

Later that night, the nookings were getting ready for bed. And Tommy was still pooting here and there. 

“Tommy, I think you overdid it. Your butt smells like Kicks after taco Tuesday.” Timmy said, supportive yet revolted at his brother. 
“Yeah but now if Uncle Meanie is gonna spank me, I just gotta…” *Prrrbbt* “…and he’s gone!” Said Tommy.
“I think I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight.” 

A while after Tommy was asleep in his room, a figure went up to his door and opened it silently. The figure snuck up on Tommy, who had woken up to see Uncle Tom in a gas mask. 

“Remember me?” Said Tom. “I believe we have some unfinished business.” 

*Prrbt*

The sight startled Tommy to the point of letting out a little gas. The smell of which had no effect on Tom. 

“Hnnnnn, please don’t spank me, Uncle Tom! I’m sorry, really! You’re not a meanie.” Tommy pleaded. 
“While no, I’m not a ‘meanie’ per-say, I do recall you saying I was stinky.” Tom said, filling his nephew with utter dread.

A moment later, Tom Nook had sat his large rump atop his nephew, shifting around on his face to really break in the smell. 

“Get a goooooood whiff, Tommy. ‘Cause I’m not getting off until you promise to be a good boy and not hate me.” Tom instructed, grinding his cheeks on the boy’s face.
“Mmmph! MMMMPH!” Tommy mumbled, his voice obstructed by his uncle’s giant ass. 
“Oh, and uhh, this is for taking my bells without permission.” Tom said, followed by an 18-second long, incredibly smelly brap. 

*FRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPTTTTT* 

“Oh, phew! I thought YOU stunk, Tommy! I guess I’m the winner here.” Said Tom, rubbing his butt on Tommy’s face once more. 

At this point, Tommy was knocked out cold, but Tom was pretty sure he got the message. However, just to be safe, he took off his sweatpants and set them next to his unconscious nephew. Just as a reminder.

“I’ll be sure to pay you back for farting on me with a whole year of what just happened...” Said Tom. “…with interest.”

THE END!