Hello gassy people~! It looks like Gretta is learning to have a little confidence in her own domination abilities - unfortunately for Kanakuta, they’ll be the victim of her experimentation~ Though, right now, after the events of a different story, Kana’s been transformed into a plushie, so Gretta doesn’t even know he’s really able to smell her gas! Poor, poor Kana~

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	The sounds of students walking and chatting as they made their way to various destinations billowed in through the open window along with streaks of sunlight. Tulip yawned, shielding her eyes from the brightness - she was used to waking up to a much darker room, but she’d left the window open the previous night to let some fresh air in.

	Next to her laid Gretta the skunk, still fast asleep, smiling as she laid against the pillow, her face hardly an inch from Tulip’s. The bunny girl smiled, carefully sitting up and climbing over the skunk so as not to wake her, though she didn’t need to worry - Gretta was out like a light. 

	The previous night, the two of them had engaged in some very kinky fun with each other. Gretta had been stuck under Tulip’s ass for a full hour, subjected to tons of horrible, toxic farts - her body still needed time to recover from that. It probably didn’t help that the Lopunny had remained gassy throughout the night.

	Tulip yawned, closing her window, turning off the fan, and moving the temp up a tad - it was way too cold in there, and she wasn’t exactly interested in putting any clothes on. Still, she decided a simple Misteria University sweatshirt wouldn’t hurt. It fit tight to her breasts, her curves visible in the fabric. 

	After a few hours of relaxing at her computer, Tulip turned her head to see her toy was finally awake. Gretta slowly rose, wiping her eyes and letting out a long yawn, the world slowly fading into view. She’d expected to wake up to feelings similar to a hangover - Tulip’s gas was intoxicating in the same way alcohol was, at least to her - but instead, she’d actually gotten the best sleep of her entire life. She felt fresh and active immediately. “Good morning, Tulip!” She spoke, smiling, moving out of bed. She wore exactly the same thing she had yesterday, her full outfit, minus the boots - she was too tired to change the night before. “Thank you for letting me stay the night again!”

	“Of course, darling~” Tulip smiled to her, twisting in her chair. “Any big plans for the day?”

	“Not particularly.” The skunk sniffed her shirt; it reeked of the bunny’s gas. She didn’t mind though; she wondered if the smell would stick if she left the shirt unwashed. “But I should probably head home and change - I don’t smell too great.”

	“Now, now, there’s no need for that~” The bunny smirked, standing and approaching the skunk. Tulip’s pussy was already slick - she’d woken up just as horny as she was when she went to sleep. “I still want to have some fun with you~”

	Gretta blushed; she was always ready to have fun with Tulip… though her stomach disagreed, a hungry rumble echoing from her belly. Her blush morphed to one of embarrassment. “U-um, could we save it for tonight? I should really freshen up… and maybe get something to eat.” 

	“Use the dorm showers, borrow some of my clothes, and we can get Breakfast together~” The bunny dug through her closet; the two of them were probably a similar size. “I’ll let you back in if you knock~” She threw a bad full of toiletries and a clean towel to the skunk. “Go on~”

	Gretta had no time to respond or refuse - Tulip was quite determined to get her way. The skunk sighed in defeat. “Alright - I’ll be back.” And, as she showered, she thought about what the day ahead of her could possibly be like… and she got very excited for it. 

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	BEEP! Tulip’s lock scanned her card, allowing the bunny access; she entered, with Gretta following close behind. The skunk had worn an outfit consisting of a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that were all a bit too tight, highlighting each of her curves in great detail - the bunny promised it was all she had that would fit her, though she hadn’t even tried to hide her deception. She just wanted to see Gretta in that outfit… and subsequently, to see Gretta get embarrassed in public. It was just as adorable as she hoped. The skunk, even through her humiliation, was still happy to please the bun.

	“Thank you for buying me Breakfast, Tulip - I had no idea you were a live streamer.” The skunk spoke as she undressed, wanting to get out of the snug outfit as fast as possible.

	“Of course, darling~ Who would I be if I didn’t treat my toys~?” The bunny followed suit, removing her clothes - it was finally time for some real fun~ “Want a little something to wash it all down~?” She spread her legs and motioned to her pussy, her familiar lustful smile stretching across her face.

	Like a dog being offered a treat, Gretta’s eyes widened. She immediately fell to her knees before the bunny, face to her crotch, assuming urinal position. “Yes please!!” She opened her mouth and tilted her head back. 

	“So obedient~” The bunny loosened the tension in her thighs and bladder, letting out a trickle of golden urine right into the skunk’s mouth. Gretta happily swallowed every bit, the bitter, blunt taste making her shake in excitement as it filled her belly, Tulip happily using her for a few minutes straight as she talked. “After this, we’ll start with the real focus for today~ I was just thinking, it would be such a waste to just keep you as a sub forever - I’d like to see another side of you~ Though, not with me, of course - you’re always going to be submissive to me~”

	Gretta swallowed the last bit of Tulip’s piss and licked her slit clean, obedient and happy. Her tail wagged as she looked up to the bunny, a bit confused by her words, but very turned on by the lingering taste and scent of her pee. “Another side? You mean… you want to see me as a dom?” She tilted her head, confused - such a thought had never crossed her mind. Before she’d met Tulip, she hadn’t even considered being a sub. 

	“Exactly~ What do you think?”

	“Hmm…” Gretta held a paw to her chin. “I’m not sure - it’s kind of hard to imagine myself domming anyone. What would I do?”

	“We could start with a little bit of piss play, like how we started, but, well… I think there’s something else you could be making use of~” The bunny held the skunk’s tail up, bushy and soft, revealing her asshole, tight and puckered. “You’re a skunk, aren’t you~? I would just love to see what you could do to a sub if you gave them the same treatment I gave you yesterday~”

	Gretta’s eyebrows rose; a blush spread across her face. “Y-you mean… y-you want me to fart on someone?” She shook her head. “There’s no way, Tulip - I’d kill them for sure. My farts are really bad, even for a skunk - even just a whiff of it could send anyone within ten feet to the hospital. It can be really dangerous.”

	“That is quite intense, but you know, there are a lot of subs who’d probably quite like having that risk - I know a few who would probably be very happy to die by fart, especially from a girl as hot as you~” The bunny dropped the tail. “But I don’t blame you for being hesitant - I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but before you completely call off the idea, how about you give it a little test to see if you might enjoy it?” The bunny opened a drawer in her dresser’s underwear drawer and brought out a purple kitsune plushie, a cute, foot-long plush with a blue eye and a yellow one, along with some yellow and brown stains on its quilted felt. “Remember this guy? You sat on him for a little bit one time we were together~ I like to use him in place of real subs to test things sometimes~”

	She nodded. “I do remember, a little bit.”

	“Perfect! Then, to test whether or not you enjoy farting in a dominant way, how about you give this plushie a little taste of it~? Just imagine he’s a real sub~”

	“Hmm…” She stared at the plush; the thought did make her heart flutter a tad. “This plush isn’t important to you at all, is it? My scent is probably going to stick to it for a while - 	I once ruined both a pair of panties and a skirt by farting while wearing them, never got the smell out. I can try to hold back, but I haven’t let one out since yesterday morning, before I left for work.”

	“I quite like the plush, but it isn’t so important - even if it does smell a bit, that isn’t a problem for me~ I tend to get quite dirty when I play with it anyways~ Is that a yes to trying it~?”

	Gretta sighed; she was a tad nervous about the idea, but still, she was willing to give it a shot if Tulip thought it might be fun. She wouldn’t know until she gave it a try. “I’ll do it. But just on the plush for now.”

	“Wonderful~ Lift your ass for me, darling - you can do it right where you’re kneeling~”

	Gretta complied, sitting up a bit, her ass bare for the world to see. The bunny put the plush right underneath, head-first, and the skunk slowly sat down on top of it. The soft, plushie head was crushed under her weight, squeezed flat under her ass cheeks - the snout of the stuffie sat between her crack, right up against her hole. She wriggled her ass a tad to really get it down. “Alright… um, you might want to open a window, Tulip.”

	“I’m sure it can’t be that bad~ Come on, just let it out~”

	“If you say so.” 

	And as the skunk lifted her tail, leaning forward, relaxing and bracing her body at the same time… Kanakuta, who was still in the form of that purple kitsune plush, felt very nervous.

	Kanakuta was Tulip’s most loyal pet, a purple kitsune with a wide range of abilities, including being able to revive himself even after dying. Tulip had told Kana to transform into a plushie for kinky purposes at least a week ago. He’d hoped to be back to normal within a day or two, but the bunny had suddenly commanded for him to hold his form until she told him to turn back. Being the extremely obedient pet he was, he obeyed her command, silently being exposed to tons of dirty, kinky treatment by the bunny, with no ability to object. In this form, he could still smell, hear, and feel anything that happened to him - the only thing that was really different from just being a normal kitsune was that he couldn’t move, speak, or even react, no matter what happened to him. In addition, he was constantly awake, he had no need for food or water, and, just as he was when he’d been transformed, he was very, very horny. He always got excited when Tulip wanted to do anything to his plushie self - he was just happy to give his mistress pleasure. 

	The bunny only rarely allowed other doms to play with Kana like she did; the last time, it had been with a goat named Snow, who performed some very painful acts on the poor pet. This time, it seemed it would be with this skunk, who Kana had previously encountered in this form while being under her ass - admittedly, he didn’t mind that. It was very hot to be smushed by such a big ass; he was always happy to be in that position. Such a degrading, comfortable cuddle. He also didn’t mind sniffing farts - he was used to doing it with Tulip; he’d even experienced some fatalities while allowing her to use him as a fart cushion. However, he had a feeling whatever he sniffed from this skunk would be on a whole new level of disgusting. If he could’ve, he would’ve been shaking and shivering in fear… and excitement. If Tulip wanted this for him, then he wouldn’t resist. 

	“Mmm… h-here it comes!” The skunk closed her eyes, bracing herself; it was a big one - she couldn’t lessen the blow, no matter how hard she tried to. The bunny quickly grabbed a face mask and put it on, standing far from the skunk as though she was a scientist in a laboratory. She gave the thumbs up, rubbing her clit with the other paw, already so turned on just by the anticipation. 
	
	And, as though a grenade had gone off inside the room, the loud sound of the gas eruption filled the room and made the bunny’s ears ring painfully. If one of her farts sounded like a few tuba players, then Gretta’s sounded like a tuba orchestra. The bunny winced as she listened to the deep, brassy sound of the intense fart, watching as Gretta’s tail flapped as though in a hurricane, the carpet rippling as the air hit it. The skunk’s fart was like a gale-force wind, so incredibly intense and impactful - if she wasn’t firmly sitting on the plush, she would’ve sent it flying. At the same time, it was so hot and humid that it tinged the nose black. Kana felt the moisture in the fart; it was disgustingly wet. The air in the room got significantly more hot with just that single blast of gas, and it just kept pouring out.

But once the smell hit, every other factor of the fart was forgotten, drowned out by the scent.

Tulip couldn’t think of a proper word to describe it. Gross, disgusting, abhorrent, repulsive - none of them were intense enough to describe the scent that came from the skunk’s ass. She swore she could smell every single food she could imagine, every smell she could imagine - spoiled milk, rotten eggs, burnt rubber, motor oil, smoke, a latrine, pure shit, body odor, sweat, it all melded into a horrible concoction. She understood why it was deadly - even Tulip found herself getting light-headed, and she was a good bit away from the source. She’d farted for a full hour, and the room hadn’t gotten nearly this dense with gas and smell. 

	The bunny coughed, gagged, quickly turning and throwing a window open, sticking her head out and breathing in the fresh air before it was tainted by this horrible smell. She should’ve gotten a gas mask - the simple surgical mask wasn’t nearly enough. If she wasn’t already used to the smell of her own extremely toxic farts, she’d probably need a very quick trip to the emergency room. 

	Of course, Kanakuta had it way worse.

	His nose was not trained to deal with a horrible scent such as this one. He may have dealt with Tulip’s farts before, and perhaps have built an ever so slight resistance to them, but this was different - it was so, so different. He was forced to smell and sniff it all up, right from the source, getting it as fresh as it possibly could be. He watched as the skunk’s puckered tail hole spread as wide open as it could, like she was about to take a shit, but it was only to let out that thick rush of gas. 

	And of course, it was horrible. 

	Like Tulip, he couldn’t think of a word to describe it, but it wasn’t because he was struggling to find an appropriate descriptor. No, his mind had been instantly thrown into a thick, hazy smog, mixed with horniness, degeneracy, and pure, solid disgust. His whole body burned with the heat, his nostrils singed. He couldn’t form a single thought in his head, nothing in the world made coherent sense anymore - he was in a miasma formed by that horrible scent. It was a similar feeling to being extremely high or intoxicated, his mind just failing to work at all, drugged until the whole world was just nothing. If he was in his normal form, his soul would’ve been ripped from his body, and that would’ve been a much more merciful outcome. 

	As for Gretta herself… she was in a state of extreme bliss. Her heart beat out of her chest; her body shook and shivered in horniness and lust! She rubbed her clit with no consideration for what Tulip wanted her to do, just so incredibly horny that she couldn’t help herself. There were hearts in her eyes as she happily wriggled her ass, the feeling of that fart she’d been holding for so long exiting her body and emptying her digestive system making her feel so, so good. She was surprised to find herself liking this so much. The feeling of having some poor, helpless little sub right beneath her ass, being forced to sniff up her horrible, fatal gas, was an incredible rush - she just loved the feeling of the little snout between her cheeks, the sound of her own fart, just knowing she was subjecting a poor, submissive little degenerate to a cloud of her insanely toxic gas filled her with love and lust. 

	Her fart lasted for 20 seconds, but immediately, she released another one, and another after that, and another, and another, until her tank was empty, every bit of gas worth spewing dispelled from her system. She felt so wonderful; her pussy was covered in femcum, and still, she managed to squirt one more time. Kana felt like he was on an acid trip - the world had slowly become just a random palette of colors floating around in his vision. 

	And Tulip… was now wearing a gas mask. She happened to have one - she got it a long time ago for use in kinky play. Its real purpose was so she could put it on before she farted on a sub; it was little more than a toy for intimidation - if she told a sub she was going to fart on them, then she put the gas mask on, it would certainly scare that sub quite a lot to know even she felt the need to filter it out. Though now, she was quite happy she had it, as, if she didn’t, she’d not be feeling great in that moment. Even with it on, she could still somehow smell the fart - it was so strong that the filter wasn’t enough.

	“Ah, wow, that felt so amazing!!” Gretta smiled wide, a big, toothy, happy grin, squirming in pleasure. She stood up and looked at the plush, the head flattened, the imprint of her ass cheeks very visible, as was a slight brown tinge on its nose. She picked it up and gave it a sniff - just as bad as she expected! That plush was probably never going to come clean. She felt a bit bad ruining it like that, especially since it wasn’t hers, but she didn’t let her affect her horniness. “Tulip, I loved it so much! I never realized it would be so fun, but that was amazing!!” Her tail swayed rapidly.

	Tulip coughed, turning on a fan and pumping the A/C. “That’s great, Gretta,” She said, her voice echoing weirdly from the gas mask. “Your farts were way more intense than I expected - even I had to put on a gas mask. I’m sure Kana loved it too~”

	Gretta tilted her head. “Kana? Is that the name of your plush?”

	“Oh, I thought I told you! The plush you just farted on is one of my subs - he’s a kitsune; he can transform into anything I want him to. I made him take the form of a plushie for some kinky fun. He can still smell and feel anything around him - I can only imagine what those farts did to him~”

	Gretta gasped, looking back to the plush - it was a real, living sub?! She bit her lip; that just made it so much better!! “That’s amazing! I love that so much! I hope he can’t die in that form - I’m pretty sure those farts were bad enough to kill an elephant~!”

	“Don’t worry - when he’s in an inanimate form, he can’t even go unconscious~” The bunny carefully picked up the plush - he was extremely warm, and the scent on him was very strong. “Um… give me a moment - I’m just going to give him a bit of a… wash.”

	The bunny left the dorm room, entered the bathroom… and Gretta heard nothing but a plop, followed by a toilet flushing. The bunny came back with no plushie in sight. Gretta spoke, “Did you… flush him?”

	“Yep~ He’ll be fine, I did it a few times with him in that form already. He’ll just go back to his normal form, climb out of the sewers, and show up tomorrow~ I told him to clean off, too, so he should be fresh and clean~” She pulled her gas mask off for just a moment, then immediately snapped it back on. “Unlike this dorm; this place is like a Taco Bell bathroom. I think we’d oughta let it air out a bit.” 

	Gretta chuckled. “Probably for the best~ It was your idea, so don’t blame me if it lingers - you might need a new carpet.”

	The bunny sprayed half a bottle of air freshener in every corner of the room; it didn’t make a dent. “I’m pretty used to replacing the carpet by now, honestly - you wouldn’t believe the colors it’s seen. Come on, let’s go get lunch.”

	“Sure!” The skunk grabbed the same clothes the bunny had lent her previously. “Does that mean we’re done for today?” 

	“Oh, not at all~” The bunny snickered. “Now that we know what your ass can do when you let your gas out, we’ve gotta test it on a living source~ And this dorm hall is just full of test subjects~ We’ll give it a try after we eat~”

	“Wonderful~!” Gretta laughed with sinister excitement. 

	And, as they walked out into the hallway, they were greeted to the sight of multiple female students sprawled out on the floor, bodies twitching. “Are they gonna be ok?” Tulip asked.

	“They’ll be fine - just let them rest,” Gretta responded. “They were too far away to get anything especially toxic, they’ll recover on their own.”

	“Perfect~” And the two had a wonderful lunch.

	And, upon returning, they were lucky enough to discover they didn’t even need to search for a victim, for one was waiting at their door. 

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