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Rachel's New Job

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WARNING: The following story contains fart fetishism, furries, Skunk-Squirrel Hybrids, and a bottle of spoiled milk.

At five A.M. in the morning, Rachel Newberry was sleeping peacefully, protectively curled up around one of the pillows she'd gassed last night.

The sound of breaking glass and screams of pain woke Rachel from her peaceful slumber. She sat up in her bed as soon as she heard it, throwing off the covers, and scrambling madly for a few seconds, before eventually getting her bearings, then turning around, so that her knees and elbows were on the bed, her legs spread apart, and her tail up, ready to spray whatever came into her room.

Suddenly, she remembered her roommate. She rolled off her bed, landing face-first on the floor. Bent over at the hips, looking between her legs, she stumbled her way backwards to the door, and opened it, ready to spray at a moment's notice. She walked through the door backwards, and saw...

Her roommate, Jade, sitting on a pillow in the middle of the room, hunched over, watching a horror movie, with a bowl of popcorn. Another scream, simmilar to the earlier one, came from the TV.

"Oh, hi!" She said calmly, without looking at her. She was a lesbian Grass Parakeet, and Rachel thought she was a pretty good roommate, mainly because she never complained about her flatulence, but mostly because she really had no other options. However, she sometimes did things like this, that really made Rachel wonder if it was worth getting some more jobs, just so she could afford to live alone.

Rachel groaned loudly, and stood up straight. Now that she knew there was no danger, she calmed down instantly, and felt more tired than she ever had in her life.

She grabbed a pillow from one of the chairs, and threw it at Jade. Her wings stretched out suddenly at exactly the right moment, knocking the pillows back. It hit Rachel in the face, and she was quite annoyed. If Rachel was properly awake, she would have wondered how she did that, without turning her head, or being told about the pillow.

"I need coffee." she mumbled, walking to the fridge.

She opened the fridge door, and saw that they were almost completely out of food. They were also out of instant coffee powder. She didn't care enough to buy a proper coffee machine, and she had an odd habit of keeping all of her food and drink in the fridge, even things she should have kept in the cupboard, like powdered drinks.

All that was left was half a pint of milk, an apple, and a few steaks.

She grabbed the milk bottle, unscrewed the lid, and drank the milk straight from the bottle. She drank it in huge gulps, and when she was done, she dropped the carton to the floor, slammed the fridge shut, and went back to bed.

It's a shame she was too tired to bother to look closely at the carton. If she did, she would have noticed two imortant things about the milk. One, it was semi-skimmed, her least favourite kind of milk ever.

Two, the milk was far past its use-by date.

Rachel went to her room, dived face-first onto her bed, and had fallen asleep before she landed.

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At eight-thirty in the morning, the time she usually gets up, Rachel woke up, and got out of bed. She stretched her arms back, tightening her T-shirt over her large perky breasts.

She saw herself doing this in a full-body mirror she had on the wall, and smiled. She took off the loose t-shirt she used as pyjamas, and threw it on the floor.

She went over to her closet, and picked out a fuchsia shirt, and a short black schoolgirl skirt. She hadn't been to school in a while, but she really liked how they looked. There was no need to decide on socks, they were all white, and she only had four pairs of shoes. A regular pair she wears most of the time, some mountain boots that she only ever wore once, red high-heels that she only uses when making "entertaining" videos, and nurse's shoes that she once accidentally bought online, and hated. She was currently auctioning them off online, using the false account she used for online sales. The fake account was made to look like it was owned by a female rabbit. For some stupid reason, nobody wanted to buy things from a Skunk, or even a Skunk Hybrid.

Maybe they thought they'd have already sprayed it a few ties, or something. Interesting trivia, in this state, it is illegal to send objects through the post if they have been sprayed by the sender. A lot of rather over-enthusiastic Skunk-haters worked at the post office, and often used vials of skunk spray they'd bought online to spray anything that a skunk tried to send through the post.

She started putting the clothes on, looking at herself in the mirror. She was hot, It's a shame she had to cover it all up whenever she went out.

Rachel decided not to put a bra on, since she wouldn't be out for long. She left her bedroom, went into the living room, and saw Jade passed out on the sofa. If this were anyone else, she would have farted in their faces. However, she knew Jade enjoyed that, so she decided to go with something else.

She slowly crepy up to Jade's sleeping head, and screamed, right in where she guessed her ears were.

Jade freaked out, flailed about randomly, and fell to the ground.

"Revenge is sweet!" Rachel yelled, already halfway out the door. "I'm going to go buy some more food, K?"

By the time she'd finished her sentence, she was gone.

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Rachel out of her appartment building, and down the street. Thankfully, she didn't run into Toby on her way down. She was behind on rent again, and needed to get a proper job somewhere.

But where? What business would ever want her working for them?

Her train of thought was cut short when she walked face-first into an automatic door that took too long to open.

She stumbled back, stunned. Her day was really going terribly.

When the door finally opened, she went into the supermarket, and got a trolley. She wasn't going to buy much, but she didn't want to carry heavy food items around if she didn't have to.

Bright colours and powerful lights attacked her eyes, and the scent of strong disinfectant assaulted her nose. Fresh produce lined the shelves, with special offers on fruit, vegetables, and everything that isn't meat.

It was almost as if the supermarkets didn't want carnivores to buy meat from stores. But the carnivores were okay with that, they could just murder some people that nobody liked, and then eat them. As long as the body is never found, it wasn't an official murder, just a "Mysterious dissapearance".

Rachel rubbed her eyes, and started driving her trolley towards the meat isle.

She got two extra-large large slabs of meat, and drove off towards the fruit isle, wondering what animal the meat was from.

Nobody was actually sure what meat was in those things, because the factories just get all of the leftover meat from restaraunts, mix it all together with no regard for health or safety, and then shape it into large cubes of meat. This might be unhealthy, but it is cheap, quick, and easy for the factories to make. No wonder most carnivores and omnivores preffer to stick to the "People they don't like" diet.

In the fruit isle, she got five large bags of nuts, noticing that they were now a simillar size to bags of popcorn.

Speaking of popcorn... She thought, as she got some more popcorn.

She went to the dairy isle, looking for milk. Because so many different creatures give milk, there is a different company for each species.

Eventually, she just got a 2-litre bottle of "MILK". There were no cartoon creatures or decorations on the packet, and the logo was written in the "Impact" font. This was basically a mixture of the most popular milks, with some artificial preservatives thrown in for good measure.

It was mostly drank by large families who argued too much about milk, idiots who don't care what they drink, hybrids that don't know what they should be drinking, poor people that can't afford proper milk, and psychotically indescisive people who can't make up their minds about what they like.

Because Rachel was a Skunk/Squirrel hybrid, she usually just got "MILK".

She pushed her trolley to the only till with no queue, and got out her purse. She checked that she could afford everything she'd bought, and she was pleased to discover that she could still afford it, even with her business being quite slow these days. She was ready to pay, when suddenly, an overweight hippo with a trolley full of family-sized bags of meat-flavoured cookies blindsided Rachel with her shoulder, and stole her space in the queue.

She was overweight, even for a hippo. She was wearing a tight low-cut shirt, and even tighter bike shorts that exposed as much of her fat as possible.

Rachel got up slowly, in a lot of pain. "What the heck?!" She said angrily, "That was my space!"

The overweight hippo laughed at her, and offered no apology or explanation.

Rachel got really annoyed, and heard a loud rumbling in her gut.

"What, what's with you, ya freaky thin slut?" The hippo said mockingly. Rachel wasn't sure where her accent was from, but guessed it was from one of the rougher areas of town.

However, at that point, she was more interested in her stomach and intestines suddenly cramping up. She fell to her knees, and doubled over in pain.

"I... I..." She stuttered, feeling like her intestines were about to explode.

Rachel guessed that the sudden pains and cramps were probably really bad gas, squatted, stuck her tail up, and bore down upon her intestines with all her might.

A thick green mist noisily billowed out of her, sounding loud and wet. It went on for fourteen seconds before slowing down, but the pain returning told Rachel that she wasn't done yet. She got onto her knees and elbows, with her butt aimed at the hippo, inhaled deeply, and pushed again.

The worker on the till hit the "EVACUATE BUILDING" button. It was only supossed to be used in case of fires or nuclear warfare, but he was sure his bosses would make an exception here. Nobody would want to be caught in this rapidly-expanding cloud of hell, especially their paying customers.

Strangely enough, even with the emergency fire doors automatically opening and most people making a run for it, the overweight hippo stayed there, glaring at Rachel with one eyebrow raised.

Rachel released seventeen more seconds of loud, stinky vengeance, groaning in relief, and a lot of arousal. She'd never farted this much in public before, and it was really getting to her.

She wanted to grab that hippo's face and plunge it into her butt so badly! But in her state, she could barely move, let alone wrestle with a hippo that outweighed her that much.

Her crotch felt like it was burning up. Her hands ventured south, fingering herself rapidly.

She fired off a few short bursts, then let loose with a twelve-second blast. The stench was so intense, and it felt so good!

There was a loud dull thud behind her, and Rachel guessed that the hippo had passed out. She remembered how hippos often spin their tails around while pooping, to spread the scent out further, and mentally patted herself on the back for her skill that was capable of even making a hippo, the most disgusting creature she knew of, pass out.

She couldn't take it any more, the desire was just too great! She rolled over and curled into a ball, with her tail pushing against the floor, pushing her butt closer to her face. She grunted, and a long, loud fart burst out from her, lasting a heavenly twenty-five seconds, during which she was inhaling deeply, trying to breathe it all in.

She rolled back onto her knees and elbows, and resumed fingering herself, firing some more quick bursts of gas, impressed by the duration and stench. Oh, the stench! It smelled like rotten eggs had been put into a blender, and left to rot in direct view of the boiling hot sun for twenty years!

She came, her lack of underwear spilling her juices onto the clean marble floor. She collapsed in exhaustion, and her fart eventually spluttered to a halt.

Rachel lay there for a while, her skirt soaked, the entire supermarket uninhabitable, and the hippo passed out on the floor. She was breathing heavily, glad that her gas still hadn't dissipated.

She head some slow clapping coming from behind her. She was too tired to look, but thankfully, the clapping person walked into her field of view, kicking the unconscious hippo away like a bag of rubbish.

"Not bad." The Skunk said, unfolding her arms.

The woman was a Striped Skunk, easily seven foot tall. She wore an extremely revealing leather bikini, and stood with a tough, no-nonsense stance.

"It's been a while sice I've seen anyone that good." Her voice was low and sexy, and it sounded like she was trying to seduce her with her voice.

"I own a shop over at dungeon street. Name's Skyla. Call us if you're looking for a job. You got a job?"

"W... Waitress..." Rachel gasped, going with her usual cover story.

"Well, we pay our workers double of what any food-place will ever pay you. Here's our card."

The woman reached a hand into her bra, and took out a business card. She placed it in Rachel's shirt, between her breasts. She didn't complain.

The woman walked off triumphantly, her tail swishing sexily as she walked. Rachel knew that it wasn't natural for a Skunk to do that, and while it might look sexy, it was very tiring to do it for too long.

Rachel lay there with the card between her breasts, considering her offer, waiting until she had recovered enough to leave.

There was a sudden flash of white. Rachel felt something grab the back of her shirt, then everything went dark.

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When Rachel opened her eyes, she was lying on her sofa, with Jonathan glaring at her.

"Well, it seems like you had some fun today." He said calmly, pointing towards her computer. It was buffering a video of today's events, heavily edited. Everything was in the wrong order, and some clips were played more than once.

"I hacked the news site, and made it look like she was trying to kill you." Jonathan stated smugly. "They'll believe it, this town hates Hippos even more than Skunks. But anyway, what really happened?"

"I was... I... Where am I?"

"I got you out of there before anyone could ask too many questions." He said curtly. "Now tell me what happened."

Rachel got up slowly, her head still dizzy.

"I... how did..."

"I got you out of there, now tell me what happened!" He demanded.

"Okay," She said, taking a large breath, slightly saddened that she was no longer in that stench cloud. It was warm and comfortable, unlike her freezing-cold appartment. Her trolley was in the corner, full of unpaid-for food.

"So, I was in the supermarket, I bought some food, and some hippo charged into me and stole my space in the queue. I got mad, and I got really, really gassy. I mean, that was a lot, even for me. I think it might have been something I ate..."

Suddenly, she remembered the milk she drank this morning.

"...Or something I drank. This morning, I drank some milk, I think it might have been past its use-by date."

Jonathan nodded, and there was a loud flush. Jade came out of the bathroom, smiling.

"Well," She said, "I saw what you did on the news. You were brilliant!"

She dived over to Rachel, and tickled her gut. Rachel farted loudly, and Jade laughed.

"Still not done, huh?" Jonathan said with a smirk.

Jade noticed the card between Rachel's breasts, and slowly took it out. Rachel didn't complain, and neither did Jonathan.

"What's this card for?" She asked curiously.

"It's an offer, for a new job."

"Uh... 'AromatheRAPEy, a Skunk's dream CUM true'?" She asked, reading the card aloud.

Jonathan did a quick web-search, using Rachel's unbearably slow computer.

"Found it." HE said after what felt like an eternity to him. "It's a small, family-run business, over on Dungeon Street. That's about four blocks from here. Apparently... It's been up and running for three years, and it's a "high-tech" haven for Skunks, and fans of Skunks."

Rachel nodded, smiling.

"Wait, this is the safe version. Loading the NSFW version... Ah, here we go! It's a place where Skunk couples can rent rooms, and gas them up to their hearts content. There are also BDSM rooms, for couples "Seeking something stronger". People can also go in alone, and one of their "highly skilled" workers will "assist them". The floors and walls are all well-cleaned, and it was designed with fart fetishists in mind."

Rachel's smile faltered a little at the mention of BDSM, but it was restored by the time he got to the end. "The current owner of that place offered me a job. Do you think I should take it?"

"Well," Jade began, "It could be fun. You might meet some new people, make some new friends, and... if you meet any female birds, give them my number.

"Besides," Jonathan continued, "You are pretty behind on rent, and your porn star videos aren't making as much as they used to. Maybe if you joined, you might learn some new things, to put in your videos."

"Alright, I'll look around tommorow."

"Actually..." Jade said nervously, "You only gassed the supermarket down because of the old milk you drank. If you waited until tommorow, it might have worn off by then. You should probably go now, or try and get some more milk, or something."

Jonathan smiled. "I looked in your rubbish bin, to see what you had drank. I don't know how, but that milk was over fourteen years past its sell-by date. I'm not sure where you got it from, but I don't think you'd be able to just go out and buy some more.

Rachel's gut grumbled loudly.

"Yeah, okay, I'll go today." She said, looking down, as if she was saying it to her gut.

"Good luck!" Jade called out to her. "Wait, before you go, here's an egg sandwich. It's Skunk-approved, I got the recipie online from some Skunk's blog."

Rachel thanked Jade, grabbed the sandwich, and walked out the door.

"So, now that she's gone..." Jonathan said, putting his wing around Jade.

"Oh, no you don't." She said, moving away. "I know you're a bird and all, but I... I don't play for that team, if you know what I mean."

Jonathan smirked, and his shape started to change. His image flickered for an instant, like a temporarily damaged holographic device.

When his image was solid again, he was a beautiful, naked, female Snow Owl.

"Do you play for [i]this[/i] team?"

Jade stared at him/her, shocked beyond words.

"Jonathan" fondled her own breasts, wraping her wings around Jade.

Jade shuffled back a little, fighting the urge to kiss him/her.

"No, just... I've only just seen your female form, maybe... maybe next time?"

"Okay then. Sweet dreams!"

He left Rachel's appartment, still in naked-girl form. When climbing the stairs to his appartment, Toby opened his door, and saw the naked Owl walk past. He took a picture using his phone, and closed the door, going back into his room. He'd ask Rachel for her rent later, this was much more important.

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Rachel walked up to the large building, taking one last moment to check the business card, and make sure this is the right place. She finished off her sandwich, and from the rumbling in her gut, she could tell it was working.

The building looked innocent enough. It seemed to be about the size of a gym, with blacked-out windows, and a notice on the door rejecting everyone under the age of 16.

There was a sign on the door saying "AROMATHERAPEY", but somebody had spray-painted a black line under some of the letters, making it say "AROMATHE[U]RAPE[/U]Y".

Rachel took in a deep breath, and opened the door.

Inside, the room was clean and white. The floors and walls were made of large white tiles, presumably easy to clean. A rather bored-looking Skunk was at the reception desk, typing something on her phone. There were a few plastic chairs in the corner, but they were too small to sit on.

"Hi, I'm here for a job interview. Am I early?"

The Skunk at the desk stopped typing, looked at Rachel, and asked, "Maybe. ID?", While shaking her tail slightly.

Rachel got the message, aimed her butt at the other Skunk, and farted loudly. It was loud, but only lasted three seconds.

"ID accepted!" The girl laughed, wafting a hand in front of her face.

She pressed a button under the desk, and a small section of the desk slid back, revealling an air vent. Air was quickly sucked into it, absorbing the fart completely.

"What is that?!" Rachel asked, nervously.

"State of the art equipment. This establishment is very technologically advanced, and we offer only the best for our clients, and our workers."

"Yeah, ok, but what was that?"

"A very powerful air vent. All Skunks, non-Skunks, or Skunk-hybrids seeking jobs here must go through that test. Most hybrids fail the test, you should be very proud of yourself. But not proud enoughto ask for a raise, obviously."

She forced a fake laugh, and Rachel joined in, though neither of them really felt like laughing.

"Our boss shall see you now." She said when she had finished laughing. She pressed a button, and a door on one of the walls unlocked.

Rachel smiled, and went through the door, noticing a faint rumble in her gut. She clenched her cheeks together, determined not to waste any more gas.

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Rachel walked through the door, and saw Skyla leaning on the wall.

"I knew you'd be here." She said, smiling. "So, are you here to apply for a job?"

"Yeah." Rachel said, smiling.

"By the way, I don't think I got your name. What is it?"

"Rachel Newberry." She said, enunciating clearly.

"Well, your tail is certainly an impressive size. Are you a hybrid?"

"Yeah, I'm half Skunk, half Squirrel. I'm fast, I've got great reaction times, and I can eat pretty much anything I'd like without having to worry about weight. Plus, my tail has the best parts from both species. It's got the size and feel of a squirrel tail, and the stench of a Skunk."

Skyla raised an eyebrow, and folded her arms.

"Oh, I know that the Skunk's stench doesn't actually come from the tail," Rachel explained, "it's actually due to a strong-smelling liquid expelled from the glands on a Skunk's hindquaters. However, some Skunks are born without glands, and to compensate, they evolved with extremely powerful and plentiful flatulence. As a bit of a side effect, my limitless Squirrel energy gives me a really powerful sexual appetite. I'm almost always hungry for something, and I spend pretty much every second of my spare time with something in there. One time, I was riding a bike, and within five minutes of the seat making vibrations in that area, I ended up naked by the roadside, hiding in the bushes, using one of the handlebars on myself."

Skyla unfolded her arms, and smiled a little.

"Anyway, I can actually do both. Spraying, farting, either one works for me. But to be honest, I prefer farting."

Skyla folded her arms again. "Why? Is it because a Skunk can get into legal trouble for spraying in public, thanks to the oppressive government?"

"No, well, maybe, but my main reason is that flatulence disperses over time, leaving less evidence of what happened. Plus, I can claim it was an accident, and that my hybrid state gives me less control over my gas. Also, I really, really love doing it." She paused, to give her next sentence the full effect. "I think I might have a fetish for it, would I still be allowed to work here?" She asked innocently, as if she didn't know.

Skyla doubled over in laughter, and her large breasts bounced with each breath. "Of course!" She said once she had recovered enough to talk. "All of the people who work here love Skunks and their skills to some degree, and its the same with most of the customers! If you've already got a fart fetish, then that's great! I've already smelled you, back in the market. Nice job, by the way. I haven't seen a Skunk that powerful in a while."

She patted Rachel on the shoulder, and smiled. "Rachel, you're hired! Come with me, I've already got your first client picked out for you.

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Skyla led Rachel through a series of corridors with many airtight doors. Every so often, she would open one of the doors with a key code, and it would automatically close behind them.

"The codes to all of these doors is 1111. They came with the building, and I decided to keep them, since the doors were already airtight. See, this place used to be a Skunks-only prison, back in the old days. They were kept full of Skunk prisoners, and forced to take these pills that prevented Skunk spray from regenerating. This meant that if you used it for some sort of prison break, or ruining someone's room, your spray wouldn't come back, meaning none of the Skunks could ever use their spray, because they were paranoid enough to think that some day, something even worse will happen, and they'll need their spray for that. A liquid version of this pill was also put in the food, and the water, so make sure nobody could avoid taking them. At the time, I don't think this country had any farting Skunks, they all seemed to be sprayers. This all ended one day, when those jerks in the government decided that they wanted their latest rebel to end up with a fate worse than death. The rebel was a wolf, and he was put in this prison."

"They came up with this new rule, where if a Skunk sprayed that rebel, or sprayed something belonging to him, they would get this other pill, that negated the effects of the anti-spray pill for about a month. Obviously, this rebel went through hell, and got sprayed nearly every day. This prison was fully stocked with the latest in musk-removal technology, so, as well as air-fresheners, they also had buckets of chemicals that would actually dissolve Skunk spray, and all traces of it."

Skyla stopped suddenly, and clenched a fist. "But then, the prisoned Skunks had an idea. With their replenished spray, they were finally able to escape. They made a plan, and this is what they did. They sprayed the walls, the floors, the beds, everything! And the few farting Skunks that were there had saved up their gas for a few weeks beforehand, and they put their butts up to the windows, and broke them. With these windows broken, the sprayers angled their glands for distance, and squirted their powerful, vomit-inducing, sexily alluring skunk scent all over town. There were actual puddles of it on the floor! And they rolled around in it! They weren't just using small amounts alone, like they usually do, no, they worked together, and sucessfully knocked out the entire city!"

She raised her voice passionately, as if she was preaching to a church full of skunks. "And, with every single non-skunk in the city knocked out, they climbed through the broken windows, and escaped! They ran for their lives and they ran to freedom!"

There were actual tears in her eyes at the end of her speech. Rachel might have felt a little bit inspired if the story was told by someone else, but when it was said over-dramatically like that, it did nothing for her.

"So anyway, here we are." Skyla said, wiping the tears from her eyes, and managing to make her voice sound sexy again.

Rachel looked through the class window, and saw a bored-looking wolf lying down on the ground.

"It's your first client, so we picked out an easy one for you." Skyla said, smiling. "This guy loves skunks, panties, peeing, and when girls fart on his face. You should be done in a few minutes. This guy comes here every day, and our workers actually play a game where they see who can make him cum the quickest. The curent record is one minute, twelve seconds. Actually, my record is fifty eight seconds, but I don't really count, since I'm the boss here."

"So... this guy actually cums just from getting farted on, no handjobs required?"

"Yeah. He comes here 12 more days in a row, and he gets a member card with a 15% discount, valid for one month. Most clients don't actually get the card, sicne they usually don't want everyone to know what they are into."

"Makes sense..." Rachel said, looking at the wolf and thinking that he looked pretty normal.

"However... This guy has specifically requested for all of his gas-maidens to wear panties during his sessions."

"'Gas Maiden?'"

"Oh, it's one of the things you can call the workers here. We used to just go with "Skunks", but then some really talented non-skunks started working here. We pay them less, but they still love their jobs. Anyway, are you wearing panties?"

As an answer, Rachel lifted her skirt, showing off her naked clit.

"Okay, not bad. I'm glad you don't have any piercings there. Gods, those things freak me out. I mean, can you imagine how painful it must be to have sex while your holes are stapled together?"

Rachel let go of her skirt, and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right, sorry, we're getting off topic. Anyway, there are some panties you can borrow, they're in that drawer over there."

"By the way, about that story, I was just thinking... If that prison was specially designed to hold Skunks, why didn't they have any sort of gas masks or anything?" Rachel asked as she searched for a pair that fit. For some reason, most of the panties there were for XL or XXL-sized girls, rather than anyone her size.

"Well, the prisoners were mostly expecting Spraying Skunks. They didn't think that extra-strong farting would be enough to stage a jailbreak. You know how it is. Everyone thinks that farting is no match for spraying, and they pick a fight with a farting skunk. Boom, they lose the fight, and the whole town suffers for days, maybe even weeks if the skunk was particularly ticked off."

Rachel smiled and nodded.

"Besides, they didn't have enough anti-spray cleaning chemicals to clean the whole prison. They only had about five buckets, maybe less. Most of the times when a Skunk sprayed, it was a small amount that leaked out in their sleep. Whenever there was any more, it was usually some sort of particularly nasty fight in the prison yard. Nobody was expecting something like that."

Rachel picked out a normal-looking pair made of white cotton.

"Mmmm, nice choice." Skyla said as she watched Rachel put them on. "Also, take of your shirt, and your skirt. If you are wearing anything else, take that off, too. Our client has specifically requested that our workers wear nothing but panties when we work with him.

"So, what's this guy's name?"

"Oh, we can't tell you. It's against company policy, this is all anonymous. If you see this guy in the street or something, act like you don't know him."

Rachel nodded, looked at her first victim one last time from the one-way glass window, and entered the room.

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Rachel strode into the room, glaring at her victim. He was already getting a visible erection just from looking at her.

Fifty eight seconds, huh? I bet I can beat that time! she thought, smiling.

The wolf crawled over to her on all fours, and sniffed her rear end.

I'll give him something to sniff! She thought, spreading her legs, bending over, resting her large breasts on the floor, and straightening her tail.

A warm mist silently hissed out, and she felt the wolf quickly sniff her rear, then heard him chuckle. Rachel looked down, and couldn't even see the gas.

She stopped, and then grunted, pushing harder. The hissing resumed, her butt unable to do anything noisy with her butt confined to those white panties.

She pushed harder, but the hissing remained the same.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in her crotch told her where she needed to be, and what she had to do. Her cheeks clamped shut, hurting the wolf's snout.

"Stop, I... I have to use the bathroom."

The wolf pulled his snout free, and raised an eyebrow. "Pee, or crap?" He asked.

Rachel hesitated, then answered. "Pee, and a lot of it."

"You haven't been to the bathroom all day, have ya?"

"No... I'm sorry."

"Look, I payed for thirty minutes of gassing, and so far, you've done nothing but hiss and moan. So unless you want me to file a complaint, you'd better get gassing!"

The threat of losing a job so soon after getting it really angered her.

"You want gas? Let's do this!"

She grabbed the wolf, and pulled him close to her butt. She stuck her tail up, and let loose with everything she had from both ends.

Rachel's butt released a loud, deep explosion, sending her powerful, rotten-milk-enhanced flatulence right into his face, and she began peeing a fast, high-pressure stream. It felt good to finally release it, but she didn't like how peeing in her panties felt. She used her claws to tear a hole in the wet fabric, and the cold air felt good on her bare clit. The urine spurted out at an incredible speed, hitting the wall on the other side of the room, and splashing off the walls, making several small puddles.

Her surprisingly powerful stream made Rachel stumble back, and she and the Wolf fell over backwards. She continued sitting on his face, with him now on the ground.

She tilted forwards slightly, and aimed her stream at the wolf's crotch. His erection hardened, and it ripped through the wet fabric of his ridiculously tight pants.

The sight turned her on, and she relaxed. She felt calm, peaceful, and happier than she'd been in a while. This was what she was born to do, she decided, and it was a shame it took so long so figure it out.

She didn't have to worry about wasting any flatulence, thanks to the airtight room. She could just lay there with her legs spread and her tail up, firing off a never-ending stream of thick green flatulence.

Suddenly, the guy came. Rockets of thick white semen shot out of his bare, wet dick, and it quickly went flacid. Rachel ingored it, and decided to keep going. She pushed harder on her gut, and the green smoke thickened.

Rachel couldn't help smelling some of her own gas, and it was so powerful, it nearly knocked her out. Normally, when gassing someone, she liked to do it with her bare ass, clamping her cheeks around her victim's nose and pumping her stench directly into their air-holes. She'd never tried anything like this before, and she loved how the wolf's snout felt when pushing into her ass.

The wolf began sliding his muzzle in and out, and it really tuned Rachel on.

"Finger me... now..." Rachel gasped, the burning sensation in her crotch starting, despite her torrent of urine cooling down the rest of it.

The wolf obligingly slipped one claw in and ingoring the urine, then two. His claws were really sharp, and they gave Rachel a sharp flicker of pain amongst the pleasure. She decided she didn't like it, so she screamed, and quickly pulled out his hand. She then decided to finger herself, and have the wolf massage her breasts.

He was pretty good, and he'd obviously done this before. He pushed his snout extremely deeply into her ass with all the strength his neck could provide, then pulled out again. Rachel loved it, and it felt like a giant cock was toying his her ass.

She orgasmed, screaming while breathing through her nose so that she could smell more of her delightful aroma. She felt like she was invincible, pleasuring herself with passionate guys from inside her fortress of stench.

Eventually, she came, her juices spilling onto the guy's shirt. She spun around and kept peeing, and she fired the cum/pee mix right in his face.

He began licking her clean, and Rachel moaned loudly, glad of the soundproof walls.

"Faster!" She yelled, her appetite only enhanced by the cum.

Eventually, her fart spluttered, died down, and finished.

The wolf stopped licking, and glared at Rachel.

She bore down on her colon with all her might, but could only manage a small poot.

It's finally happened. I am actually... empty.

She felt light and free, and began pounding the wolf's face into her clit.

"Keep going... please..."

He resumed licking her exposed vagina, and Rachel felt like she was finally free from the constant gut pains, the endless horniness, everything. She was completely satisfied, and she loved it. Even though it didn't last long, it was enough to convince Rachel that this was definitely the job for her.

A loud ding was heard. The guy stopped licking, and smiled.

"Well, my session is over. I had a lovely time, I look forward to seeing you again."

"You too!" Rachel said, smiling back. She went over to the one-way glass, and knocked.

The air vents opened, and quickly removed all traces of flatulence from the air. The door unlocked, and Rachel and the wolf stumbled out.

The wolf smiled and left, leaving Rachel and Skyla alone.

"So," Skyla asked, "Do you like your new job?"

Rachel nodded, and smiled.

"Good, here's your paycheck."

If Rachel was not completely out of gas, she would have farted in shock when she saw how much this job payed.

It was enough to pay her rent for four months, with the appartment all to herself! She could kick Jade out, and finally live alone!

Then again, she wasn't just her roommate, she was her friend. And friends don't give up on each other, even when they can afford to.

However, she would still keep the money. With Jade helping to pay the rent, she could afford more. Her mind filled with visions of everything she could buy with her money. It mainly composed of somewhat-fancy food, and paying her bills on time, and finally fix her abysmally low credit rating.

And this was just one day's worth of pay! If she kept this up, she'd be rich in no time!

Oh yes, this was definitely her dream job.
Rachel goes shopping, but ends up ruining the mall, and getting a new job where her talents can be fully appreciated.
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SoniaStrummFan217's avatar
Oh my gosh that was amazing! Seriously, I cannot even begin to describe how amazing this was! 😍❤️ Have you ever considered doing more stories about her new job? With a gas tank like hers, I bet she’ll be really popular with the clients. ❤️