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After being bullied one too many times by a jock in high school, a chipmunk decides to get revenge on him by slipping a gas-inducing powder into one of his protein drinks.
Commission for ANONYMOUS.
It was always a joy to look at the chipmunk, to see him squirm like that. It was even a bigger joy when everyone around the gym stopped to stare at the young sophomore and his wacky underwear. Some days they’d have bananas on them. Other days they’d be pink or purple. But today, the underwear the chipmunk was wearing had various superheroes stitched into the fabric, all members of the chipmunk’s favorite childhood superhero team. And everyone in the gym could see them. The chipmunk whined and covered his groin as his shorts remained around his ankles, while the wolf who pulled them down was on the floor sobbing with laughter. Everyone was pointing at the rodent or laughing at him, teasing him so much their voices echoed around the giant room. The teary-eyed high schooler whimpered as he tried to run away, only to trip over his shorts. He landed on the floor with a hard thud, which resulted in more laughter. Eventually the chipmunk kicked his shorts off and sprinted towards the locker room before anyone saw him cry. By the time he got inside the abandoned room, he sniffled and quickly walked beside his locker.
Then the chipmunk covered his mouth as he sobbed quietly, hoping he’d have time to get it out his system before anyone else saw him. He wiped his eyes a few times and moaned as he slowly opened his locker and buried his head inside. Should’ve called in sick again, he told himself. Should just skip gym from now on. …Should just beg my parents to homeschool me again. Stupid Tyler…not anymore. This all stops tomorrow, he said in his mind. The chipmunk sniffled twice and wiped his nose with his paw just as a young rat the chipmunk’s age walked inside the locker room. The rat walked up to the chipmunk and blinked.
“You okay?”
The chipmunk wiped his eyes and exhaled as he looked at the other rodent. “Everyone knows I love Carmine’s Heroes of Justice so much that I have to represent the show around my ass. So no, Luc. I’m not okay.”
The rat shrugged. “Hey, no one made you wear that underwear, Kyle.”
“Fuck you,” the chipmunk snapped.
“I’m just sayin’,” Luc quickly retorted. “If you’re not gonna stand up to Tyler, don’t make yourself such a target. Why do you think I came to gym one day wearing only my underwear?”
Kyle shrugged. “I dunno.”
“So Tyler would have no shorts to yank down!”
“Didn’t he yank down your underwear that day?”
“Yes,” said Luc, grinning. “And now everyone knows how big I am.”
Kyle sighed softly. “I can’t fight him; I tried, and I went home with a black eye and broken nose. I can’t run away; he always finds me. And I’m not gonna humiliate myself just so he won’t have the pleasure of doing it.”
“So what are you gonna do? I’m not…y’know, implying anything. But I know what furs in your situation can do to themselves. I’d rather we overcome this before it gets that far.”
Kyle moved his jacket inside his locker and looked at the strange item he bought online a few days ago. He thought he made a mistake and was simply acting on impulse, but after today, he had to use it. The chipmunk blinked as he slid the item into his jacket pocket and sniffed.
“I got it covered.”
“You sure?”
Kyle removed his clothes and slammed his locker. “Yeah. That asshole isn’t gonna mess with me again.”
School started off normally the next day. It was raining, and everyone was inside either getting breakfast or moments away from attending their first class. The chipmunk started to look around the lunchroom, actively seeking out Tyler as he sat by himself at one of the tables. He observed the wolf this entire week; he knew how this would play out. The wolf would eat his sausage biscuits, consume his protein shake, then belch and leave. Simple. Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out the package containing the powder. He had to get it into the drink somehow. Kyle rubbed his chin before he glanced over and spotted a half-eaten sandwich sitting on the lunch tray, most likely left behind by some lazy fur. Kyle grabbed the tray and picked it up, and then he casually walked over to the tall gray wolf. The chipmunk pretended to trip, and then shouted as he spilled the contents of the tray all over the wolf’s back. Tyler shouted and stood up as red juice and some of the peanut butter and jelly from the sandwich got all over his black and yellow jacket. The wolf snarled as he slammed his protein shake down and turned around, snorting at the chipmunk.
“S-s-sorry! I’m-I’m sorry!”
As Kyle started to shake, Tyler grinned widely and snickered. “No worries! Seems like ya ruined your sandwich though!”
Kyle’s eyes grew wide when Tyler made a fist. “Got a fresh one here for you though!”
Kyle covered his face with the tray when he heard footsteps. “Is there a problem?”
Kyle sighed with relief when one of the custodians, a bear, walked up to the two individuals. Tyler lowered his fist and looked at the ursine.
“No…just pissed off I got juice all over my fuckin’ jacket!”
“So go wash it,” the custodian said matter-of-factly.
Tyler looked down at Kyle. Then he looked back up at the custodian. Not wanting to get any teachers or administrators involved, the gray wolf turned around and headed to a nearby bathroom. Meanwhile the custodian sighed as he started to rub his head.
“Thanks.”
The bear simply looked at Kyle and grunted. Then he walked away to retrieve his mop and bucket cart. With no one else around, Kyle quickly grabbed Tyler’s half-finished vanilla protein drink and unscrewed the cap. Then he dug inside his pocket and pulled out the package of powder. He ripped it open quickly, and then tilted it over the drink, his heart beating fast. The chipmunk watched as the powder poured out slowly and mixed with the beverage. He waited until the package was empty before he set the package down, screwed the cap back on, and shook the bottle for a moment so the powder would mix properly. The chipmunk set the bottle back down, tossed the package into the trash, and hurried along to his first class.
Tyler swore when he heard the bell ring. Stupid’ twerp, he said in his mind. Made me late to my class! The gray wolf finished wiping the juice off his jacket before he quickly rushed outside the restroom. He sprinted towards the lunch table, shoveled the rest of his biscuit into his mouth, then opened his protein shake bottle and quaffed the rest of the beverage in one gulp. Tyler swallowed hard and exhaled as he tossed his shake into the trash can. The wolf picked up his backpack from the floor and sprinted for his first period classroom. The canine ran into a nearby corridor before he turned and hopped inside his first class. The wolf stepped inside and started walking casually with a cavalier straight face, as if he wasn’t tardy at all. The teacher, who had his back turned and was writing on his dry-erase board, wagged his tail and sniffed.
“You’re late again, Tyler,” he muttered.
Damn it, the wolf said to himself in his mind. Tyler sighed as he rolled his eyes and headed over to his seat in the middle of the class. He sat down and waited for the instructor to start his lesson. It only took five minutes before Tyler lost interest and started to text on his cell phone and created small triangles with pieces of paper. The wolf lowered his head as he placed the triangles on his desk and started to flick them across the room, hitting other furs and scaleys in the back of their heads. The wolf kept texting and toying with the other, less popular furs in his classroom. The canine started to slouch back in his chair, only to spring forward when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Tyler grimaced after feeling something shifting around in his bowels. He suddenly felt heavily, as if his bowels were gradually starting to inflate. The wolf grunted twice and exhaled as the pain subsided moments later. Tyler sighed and resumed making more triangles with his sheets of paper when his stomach started growling a few moments later. The wolf grunted and started to shift around in his seat, making the chair creak.
Then Tyler heard a deep groan and moaned softly. The wolf shut his eyes and clenched his paws into fists, unable to deal with the embarrassing pain in his abdomen. Tyler opened his eyes and tried to stay calm so he wouldn’t make a scene. A couple of furs looked at him with bewilderment; Tyler glared at them, as if to say “fuck off” in a deep tone. The creatures all turned away, and Tyler kept fidgeting as he listened to his teacher’s lecture. Throughout the rest of class, he curled his toes or gritted his teeth, feeling the pain moving through his bowels, like small boulders trapped inside his colon. Tyler started tapping his fingers on his desk, flicking his eyes up at the clock to see when class would end. He needed to leave, and fast. Hold it, Tyler told himself. Just…hold it… The bell rang. Tyler immediately grabbed his backpack and sprinted out the door, his stomach still rumbling. He ran towards the nearest bathroom he could find and pushed open the door. Panting, the wolf slowly lifted his tail and eased his bowels.
The noise that exploded from his bottom could’ve been mistaken for a grenade. It was so loud that someone sitting inside one of the stalls yelped. It only lasted for a few seconds, but as Tyler released the gas, he felt his stomach deflating. Just gas, Tyler told himself. Thank goodness for that. The last thing Tyler wanted was to soil himself; all his friends would never let him live it down. But it was only a fart—albeit, a colossal, fetid fart that stunk up the bathroom in seconds, but mere flatulence. Tyler huffed and rubbed his forehead, letting out a couple of tiny squeakers after the giant fart ended. The gray wolf turned around and walked out of the bathroom, his stomach feeling much better. Tyler headed to his second class and entered the room before the bell rang. He sat down near the front of the class and groaned when he looked at the sheet of paper sitting on the desk.
“I hope you studied this time,” said the pronghorn who was sitting at her desk grading tests from first period.
“Course I did,” Tyler lied.
Tyler sat down in his seat and set his backpack down. So what if he failed another test? He could always make it up later if he needed to. And if not, then screw it. He had more important things to worry about, such as that hot vixen he always saw hanging out near the lunch lines. After everyone arrived in class and took their seats, Tyler listened to the teacher as she instructed everyone about the test. Then the teacher sat down and resumed grading, and Tyler started working on his test. The wolf began to skim the questions, filling in all the answers he knew before he went back and stared at some of the other questions, hoping his brain would suddenly start working if he looked hard enough. The wolf was about to fill in another answer when his stomach grumbled noisily again. Tyler shut his eyes and swore softly. The pain was back, and it was already rushing towards his bowels. The canine started to lift his tail in his seat, but quickly put it back down before it came out. Tyler whimpered silently as he felt the seat of his jeans growing warm.
FRRRRRRRRNNT!
Tyler’s eyes expanded. He quickly stayed still and looked back down at his test, making sure not to draw any attention. Some students started snickering after hearing the noise, while someone else muttered “eww” loud enough for others to hear. But Tyler made sure he didn’t look embarrassed. Even the slightest motion could convince everyone that he was the culprit. A few more students started laughing when Tyler’s belly gurgled even louder, which led to some students either joking about the impending gas bomb while others covered their noses with their shirts. The pronghorn looked up from her papers and scowled at the students.
“Yes, someone passed gas; it’s nothing new. Just resume working on your tests,” she said.
Tyler shut his eyes and let out a soft breath, thinking the motion would prevent him from feeling the discomfort. It worked for a brief moment, but it didn’t last long. The gray wolf whimpered as he felt the stream of flatulence heading for his toned buttocks again. He accidentally leaned over on his seat and passed gas once more. Only this time the fart created a thicker noise and lasted much longer; his wooden seat didn’t help muffle the noise. The fart echoed throughout the room for many seconds, and Tyler groaned out loud after it stopped. More students resumed laughing, and Tyler blushed when a few students started to scoot their chairs away from him and covered their noses. Tyler lowered his ears slowly when he heard a few beasts whispering about him behind his back. The pronghorn looked up again when she noticed that Tyler was fidgeting in his seat and his stomach was growling.
“Do you have to use the bathroom, Tyler?”
The canine nodded. “Y-yeah…probably just ate one too many biscuits this morning.”
“Okay, you can go then.”
Tyler exhaled as he slid out his seat and hurried towards the door. But the moment Tyler reached for the doorknob, a deep “BRRRRRRNT” slid out of his ass, causing a bigger uproar of muffled laughter throughout the classroom. Tyler gritted his teeth and swore as he swung the door open and sprinted into the corridors. The wolf ran down the hallway, panting and letting out tiny squeakers with every few steps he took. He burst into the men’s bathroom again and slammed the door shut before he leaned over with his footpaw off the floor again and let out more nasty flatulence. This time it sounded like a balloon deflating very slowly, the gas hissing from his rump and leaving the seat of his jeans warm. Tyler moaned as he placed his paws on his stomach and shut his eyes. Instinctively, he raised his tail and pushed out more flatulence, the funky fumes blasting out of his rump and spreading around the bathroom in a matter of seconds. The gray wolf still felt like he needed to void his bowels, but even now, all that would come out of his ass was more flatus. Screw it, Tyler thought. You’re already in the bathroom; just push it all out while you’re here.
So the wolf kept exhaling and sighing heavily as he farted over and over again, listening to the various sputters that erupted from his bottom and stunk up the bathroom even further. His stomach deflated the more he farted, but even as his stomach settled, the pain kept coming back. The wolf pushed against his stomach with his paws, grunting as he tried to force the gas out. He let out a few more tiny squeakers before he exhaled and realized he needed to get back to class. Maybe he would end up passing gas again. Maybe not. But right now he needed to finish his test; he preferred failing because he didn’t know the answers, not because he didn’t finish. So Tyler went back to the classroom and worked on the test. Shortly after he finished it, he turned the paper in and grimaced when he felt more abdominal pain. Luckily, just as he turned it in, the bell rang. Tyler timed his fart just right; he passed gas as the bell rang, which masked the sound of his fart. Unfortunately, he couldn’t cover up the smell, and it wasn’t long before a few students realized he blew ass once again. Tyler hurried into the hallways and walked beside his cougar friend and fellow swim mate. The wolf started to lower his ears and head when he heard a few students blowing raspberries at him. Someone even made a farting sound with his armpit and gasped.
“Oh, c’mon, Tyler! Again?!” he shouted.
Tyler and the cougar scowled at the elk as he smirked at him. Several students in the hallway started to chuckle or openly laughed at Tyler, which led to the wolf blushing under his fur. He stomped towards the elk and shoved him against his lockers.
“Say somethin’ else! I rip those horns of your friggin’ head and shove ‘em—”
“Shhhh, administrator!” the cougar warned.
Tyler flicked his eyes down the hallway and calmed down as one of the administrators walked past him. The cougar and wolf stood beside the lockers nonchalantly while the well-suited bear walked past both of them. After the bear left, Tyler glared at the elk and growled at him, before he pointed at his eyes and pointed at the stag, symbolizing he was watching him. The wolf rubbed his scalp and exhaled, his stomach still rumbling.
“Hey, calm down, bruh,” said the cougar. “All you did was fart in class; everyone’s done that.”
“No, you don’t understand! My stomach’s—urrrrrggh…”
The cougar stepped away from Tyler when he saw the wolf bending over and raising his tail. Another student blew a raspberry at the wolf, making it sound like he passed gas, even though he didn’t. The wolf huffed and stood back up, hoping he wouldn’t crack one off again later.
“All day I’ve been dealing with this crap! Stupid sausage biscuits—I knew them lunch ladies served us expired food!”
“And yet you still tease me for bringing my lunch to school instead of buying it.” The cougar shook his head. “Just relax, bruh. Remember when Carl shat himself while he was doing pull-ups in gym two years back? Or when Priscilla puked all over the principal last month? Or when you pantsed Luc and everyone saw his dick and balls?”
“I don’t recall Luc being embarrassed over that,” Tyler muttered.
“Point is, a bunch of students in this school have done some embarrassing crap. We got over it. So you cracked one off in class. So what? I’ve farted in class more times than you have; you don’t see me getting upset over it!”
“I know, I know…I just feel like I’m gonna fart and…you know…follow through.”
The cougar grimaced. “Oh. That. Well, go use the bath—”
“I did! Twice now! There’s nothing in my gut but gas; I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me!”
The cougar sighed. “Just don’t think about it. Maybe your nerves are just getting to you. I dunno. But dwelling on this won’t help at all, so just try to ignore it.”
“If you say so.”
Tyler sighed as he walked over to his next class. The cougar nodded at the wolf as he continued to walk away.
“I’ll see you at lunch!”
“All right. See ya!”
Tyler walked into his third period class and exhaled as he took a seat on a stool. Yeah, the wolf thought. This will all blow over. It’s only a little bit of gas. Nothing major, right? The gray wolf relaxed and stopped thinking about his gassy behind and his bloated stomach. All that mattered now was taking notes for chemistry. Or in this case, sitting on his rump and watching a boring video explaining chain reactions and different forms of acid. Tyler started to fall asleep; there was no way he could pay attention. Why should he care that there was an acid that could eat away at his flesh? The wolf was just about to lose consciousness when a shrill noise waked him up. Tyler yelped and sat straight up. And then he flared his nostrils and noticed a foul scent in the air, almost like sulfur. The students sitting beside him moved away, and the snickering started. Tyler was about to snarl and tell everyone to shut up, but his stomach wouldn’t let him. He could feel it inflating again, and the gas was making its way for his rectum. The wolf moved around on his stool uncomfortably, only to grunt as another series of loud sputters spread around the classroom.
Sitting on the stool didn’t help; it only caused the noise to reverberate, the sound flowing through everyone’s ears. Tyler lowered his ears as the dreaded crackling sound lasted for many seconds. The students who moved away from him covered their muzzles with their shirts to avoid the incoming odor. The instructor, a tiny meerkat with a big nose, sniffled twice and grumbled.
“Mr. Tinlee, if you are going to teach us about hydrogen sulfide, kindly do so in a less disruptive manner,” the meerkat sneered.
Tyler slowly lowered his head as the entire class began to laugh at him. He grabbed one of his giant textbooks and set it up on the table, using it to cover his entire head from the class. Throughout the rest of the period, he kept blasting ass; sometimes the gas expulsions were soft or only created minimal noise. Other times he’d lean over and unintentionally fart so voluminously that everyone in the room would hear. It got so bad that the instructor had to open two windows just to air out the room. When the bell rang, Tyler picked up his backpack and other supplies and nearly sprinted out the classroom. He headed straight for the bathroom again, where he promptly released more flatulence for an extended period of time. Geez, the wolf thought. When the hell is this gonna end?!
It was lunchtime now. And for once, he actually didn’t feel like eating. His stomach had settled down, but he still had abdominal pains every now and then. He kept wagging his tail, hoping he’d be able to fan the stench of his farts away if he ever ended up cutting one by mistake again. The wolf exhaled as he carried his lunch tray and stood behind his cougar friend.
“Heard you blew up the chemistry lab today,” the feline muttered.
Tyler grumbled. “Already?! God—so I got the farts today! Big friggin’ deal! Everyone needs to stop obsessing over my stomach and get…not again…”
Tyler moaned as he started to bend over, his bowels churning deeply once more. His legs shook as he lurched, his bottom pressed against the seat of his pants. The cougar turned around and frowned as he stared at Tyler.
“Err, buddy?”
“You’d-you’d best move now ‘fore you get caught up in it!” the canine warned.
The cougar quickly hurried forward while the students standing behind Tyler started to complain.
“Hey, buddy! Line’s moving!”
“What’s the holdup?!”
Tyler shut his eyes and started to move. Just a few more steps, then he could hurry and find a quiet spot to eat at. He took one step forward, then two, then three. Then the wolf bent over again and lifted his tail high. The students standing behind started to back away, but then it was too late. He let out a raunchy series of gas bubbles, all of them sounding squishy within his pants. He could feel his tailhole bulging outwards as the flatulence exploded against his underwear, warming his pants up. Tyler shut his eyes as the foul-smelling gases soared from his bottom, hitting all of the students behind him. Tyler felt like he was about to fall down and die of embarrassment right then and there. His tailhole felt moist; his farts emitted vile, squishy noises, as if the beast was squirting loose stool into his trousers. And by the time the canine finished, he found himself blushing and covering his bottom. As the wolf checked to see if he messed himself, all the students behind him groaned vocally or quickly ran out of the line. Tyler grunted as two more squishy blasts came from behind. Much to his surprise, his underwear was still clean. But now, Tyler was more focused on the sheer amount of furs laughing at him.
“PHEW! I can smell that all the way over here!”
“Better stay away from them beans, Tyler!”
“Geez! I’m trying to eat here; I don’t need your ass-gas particles all over my food!”
Tyler thought about roaring at all of them, telling them all to go to hell. He thought about chucking an apple at one of the students laughing at him, but he knew that’d result in a food fight—something he nearly got expelled for just a month ago. The wolf gritted his teeth and created a fist, ready to break someone’s nose. But all the laughter seemed to paralyze him, as if he was standing on a stage wearing a ridiculous clown suit. Tyler lowered his fist and frowned as he turned and walked into the lunch line. He looked at all the food they were serving: meatloaf, salad, beans, macaroni and cheese—the works. Tyler knew he was hungry; he could hear his stomach growling now, longing to be filled with something other than gas. But despite how much he wanted to eat, he knew what it’d lead to. At worst, he might end up soiling himself on the bus ride home. So Tyler snatched an energy drink from the counter, paid for it, and left. Don’t even bother, Tyler thought. You can snack on granola bars later. Tyler exhaled as he walked away from the horde of students who just laughed at him and headed to one of the tables in the corner of the lunchroom where two beautiful furs were sitting.
“Heeeeeey, Suzan!” Tyler said in a boastful voice.
The vixen looked up at the gray wolf and adjusted her glasses. “Hey, Tyler.”
“You mean Tyler the Tooter?” joked the jaguar sitting beside her.
Tyler scowled when the jaguar chuckled and Suzan smiled for a moment. The wolf ignored her laughs and sat down beside the fox, imitating her laughs.
“Hahaha, yes, I know, it’s so damn funny,” he snarled.
“Calm down, Tyler. She’s just joking…aren’t you, Puker Priscilla?”
The brown wolf huffed and slammed her paw on the table. “You said you wouldn’t mention that again!”
Suzan flared her nostrils. “Exactly. And I’m sure Tyler doesn’t wanna constantly be reminded of what happened this morning. Whatever happened, happened. So everyone should shut up and get over it.”
Tyler smirked at the other wolf before he scooted closer to Suzan and sniffed. “Sooooo…you coming to the swim meet later? Gonna practice for the competition this weekend!”
Suzan shrugged. “Oh, I’m not sure. I mean, why would I possibly be attracted to a muscle-bound wolf wearing nothing but tight swimming trunks?”
Tyler growled at the vixen while Suzan turned away and smiled meekly, blushing beneath her fur. She wagged her tail a few times while Tyler moved his right footpaw over and brushed his toe claws against her leg.
“Most definitely. Such a shame you aren’t turned on by the likes of muscles such as these!”
Suzan and Priscilla both looked at Tyler as he grunted and started to flex his arms. Even with his coat on, the two canines could see the muscles bulging against his clothing each time he flexed. Suzan giggled and scooted closer to Tyler while Priscilla glared at Tyler and snorted.
“Jesus—go make out in the bathroom with yourself why dont’cha?”
Tyler grinned. “You jelly, Pris?”
The wolf’s ass answered before Priscilla could. A short, cacophonous fart burst from Tyler’s rump and sputtered against the seat connected to the table. Tyler frowned and stopped flexing while Priscilla laughed and plugged her nose.
“No, I’m not ‘jelly.’ You have fun with the Tooter, Suzan!”
Priscilla picked up what was left of her lunch and moved to a different table, while Suzan coughed a few times and slyly fanned her nose.
“Don’t worry about her, Tyler. It ain’t like she’s never had bad gas. …Tyler?”
The wolf wasn’t listening anymore. He was too busy squirming in his seat as he crossed his footpaws and tried to bottle up his flatulence. Suzan noticed something was wrong with the beast, but before she could figure out the problem, Tyler’s smelly rump acted up once more. The wolf shut his eyes and grunted as he tried to let out the fart little by little, excreting short, tiny gas bubbles that popped against the seat of his jeans. Two pops, then four, then a muffled series of miniscule pockets of flatus exploded. Suzan detected the familiar odor of sulfur and covered her nose with her left arm. Knowing the “fight” was lost, Tyler spread his legs apart and lifted his tail, his warm, toned posterior pressed against the stool. An immense “BRRRRRRNNNNNT” noise sputtered against the seat and nearly made Suzan yelp. Tyler whined after letting out a bomb that smelled worse than baked beans and rotten eggs wrapped together. Even Tyler found himself plugging his nose.
“I’m-I’m sorry! I’m not…this isn’t on purpose, I swear!” the wolf pleaded.
Tyler could tell that Suzan wasn’t as mean-spirited as everyone else, but he also knew that someone like her wouldn’t want to be around a walking stink bomb. As the wolf passed gas again, the vixen coughed a few times and grabbed her lunch tray.
“Um, I-I…just let me know when you’re feeling better, kay?” she said quickly.
Tyler watched as the fox stood up and hurriedly moved away from him.
“I’ll see you during the swim meet later!” she shouted.
He didn’t try to stop her. Why should he? Tyler didn’t want to be around his stinky butt either. So the gray wolf frowned and lowered his tail as he observed the vixen walking away. Then he sighed softly and started to drink his beverage as he sat alone at the table.
Tyler wished he was playing football in gym class. At least then he could take out his frustration on all the other jocks laughing at him. Instead, he was stuck in the gymnasium with the other students playing a game of basketball dressed in a yellow jersey and shorts made of dazzle polyester. The moment everyone started playing the game, Tyler heard a few furs blowing raspberries at him or calling him “Tyler the Tooter,” or something of that nature. And with good reason, as the wolf’s ass was still acting up. Even now, as the wolf started dribbling the ball down the court, he could feel his stomach bloating with more malodorous gas. Tyler tried to ignore his pains as he ran, passing the ball over to one of his teammates. The wolf stood by the basketball hoop and blocked one of his opponents. As he bent over and spread his arms, signaling a teammate that he was open, he cut a huge fart in his opponent’s face. The tiger standing behind him groaned and moved away, plugging his nose and fanning the air in front of his face.
Tyler’s teammate passed the ball to him, and he shot and scored. As an opponent retrieved the ball again, he started to sprint after the alligator dribbling the ball. But as Tyler jogged, his bowels loosened again, and the smelly flatus started to flow from his behind. All the gas came out in short bursts and each one was noisy enough for all the players and the coach to hear. Some of the players running behind Tyler immediately stopped and backed away, or they gagged and slowed down, the odor irritating their nostrils and eyeballs. The gray wolf got ahead of the alligator and quickly slid in front of him, with his rump pointed at the scaly beast. The alligator yelped and screeched to a halt, but not before Tyler unloaded his ass onto him. The canine snickered as he heard the reptile collapse to the floor; he picked up the orange ball and immediately sprinted towards the other basketball hoop, where he scored two more points. For the rest of the game, nearly everyone on the opposing team (as well as some of Tyler’s teammates) avoided the gray wolf altogether. Anyone caught close to him ended up getting a nose (or even mouth) full of repulsive wolf flatus. In the end, Tyler’s team won, but their coach had to cut the game short because Tyler stunk up a good portion of the gym, and some of the players were physically ill.
For a brief moment, Tyler actually had fun. He thought it was humorous, albeit crude that he managed to use his rear end as a lethal, chemical weapon. But that all changed the moment he started to change clothes in the locker room. The raspberry noises and snickers continued, everyone whispered “Tyler the Tooter” behind his back, and someone went as far as to douse his bottom with fresh-scented body spray. Maybe it was instinct, or just bad timing, but as soon as the coyote sprayed around his ass, Tyler farted. The coyote backed up and covered his muzzle with his paw.
“For crying out loud, man! I just sprayed that and you’re gonna lay one on me?!”
The alligator Tyler farted on earlier scoffed and slammed his locker shut. “Let’s get outta here before Tooter ends up suffocating us.”
Tyler started to clench his paw into a fist, but then he relaxed and blinked. He couldn’t even turn around and look at his fellow gym mates as they hastily rushed out of the room. The wolf just sat down on the bench with his back turned to them all. When the last fur left and slammed the door, Tyler let off another squeaky fart and lowered his tail. Then the canine lowered his head and sighed softly, trying his hardest to keep his eyes dry.
All he had left was his swimming lesson, and then he could go home. His best friend was here, his soon-to-be girlfriend Suzan was watching him from the stands, and dozens of other creatures were observing the swim team as they practiced for their upcoming match. His stomach was feeling much better; he managed to get through all of last period without farting more than three times. Maybe it’s outta my system, Tyler thought hopefully. Maybe it’s finally over. Tyler exhaled with relief as he stood in front of the pool beside his cougar buddy. All he could smell was chlorine and all the swimmers whose fur was drenched in water. Tyler grunted as he stretched and curled his toes, only clad in a pair of green swimming trunks. The wolf flexed his arms a few times and winked at Suzan in the audience, who meekly lifted her paw and waved at him. Just as he was showing off, he heard two creatures laughing in a mocking tone behind him, before one of them shouted out, “Better stay away from the Tooter! He’ll poison the water with that ass of his!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Tyler snarled.
The cougar huffed. “Just forget ‘em! They ain’t gonna stop if you show ‘em that it’s bugging you! You keep calm and this whole thing will blow over by tomorrow.”
“Please don’t mention the word ‘blow’ to me,” Tyler grumbled.
“Right, my bad.”
Tyler huffed and rubbed his forehead. “Let’s just get started. The faster we finish up here, the sooner we can leave.”
“Fine. On three! On—”
Tyler jumped in the water, while the cougar stammered and swore as he stared at the wolf swimming to the other end of the pool. The wolf treaded water and breathed at a steady pace as he traversed down the body of water elegantly. The cougar started to catch up, but Tyler paid no attention to the feline. For once all day, he finally felt at peace, like no one was around to judge him. All he had was the water and his impressive swimming skills, nothing more. No farting, no name calling, no embarrassment—nothing. Just the sound of him breathing as the water splashed around him. Tyler reached the end of the pool and pressed against the wall with his paw. He waited for five seconds with a wide grin on his face, and then his friend finally arrived. The cougar took a huge breath as he rose from the water and scowled at Tyler.
“Beat ya,” Tyler gloated.
“Only cause your funky ass cheated!”
“You said ‘three.’ So I went.”
The cougar was about to say something else when Tyler grunted and held his belly with one paw. Seconds later, the feline looked down around Tyler and noticed a few bubbles popping. The gray wolf reached down and tried to rub his belly with both paws, but it did no good. His flatulent behind struck again. And while no one could exactly hear his muffled, watery farts, a few furs could see the bubbles that were popping on the surface of the water, just around his ass. The alligator whom Tyler farted at during basketball spotted Tyler’s bubbles and laughed.
“Ooooh, look at that! Looks like the Tooter’s blowin’ bubbles!”
“Shut yer mouth, Dennis!” the cougar shouted.
But the alligator didn’t quit. He climbed out of the pool and pointed at Tyler while he looked at the audience.
“HEY EVERYONE, LOOK! THE TOOTER’S MAKIN’ BUBBLES IN THE POOL!”
Tyler was in too much pain to care. He shut his eyes and whimpered as he felt a hot rush of gas flow through his bowels and gush out of his anus. He farted so hard underwater that he could hear the muffled fart and the sound of the bubbles popping was even louder. But when the farting stopped, that’s when his ears were deafened with the sound of laughter. The gray wolf turned and saw them all: dozens of furs sitting in the bleachers, all howling with laughter. Some of them made the trademark farting sounds with their mouths while others were plugging their noses. A few of them even shook their rumps as him as they pretended to fart, as if to mock Tyler over his gaseous problem. Suzan and Tyler’s cougar friend were the only two beasts not laughing or making fun of him. The vixen was looking around the swimming area with disgust, while the cougar was gritting his teeth and climbing out of the pool. The feline unleashed his claws, and he immediately lashed at the alligator’s face and pounced on him. Tyler observed the two creatures fighting before he grunted and let out a few more farts. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to get cursed with such a flatulent behind?
He couldn’t take this anymore. Tyler swam in the other direction, hoping his favorite form of exercise would block out the noise. But even as his head went underwater for a few brief moments, the laughter never stopped, and neither did his gas. When the wolf reached the other side of the pool, he quickly got out and sprinted for the locker room. His fur and swim trunks sodden, Tyler stood in the locker room and began to hyperventilate and whine. Don’t, Tyler told himself. Don’t you dare…you’re stronger than this. You’re not some whiny crybaby. You’re…I-I’m just… Tyler shut his eyes and sobbed quietly. He sat down on one of the benches and covered his mouth with his paw. When Tyler opened his eyes again, they were red, and salty tears were starting to flow from his eyeballs. You’re not a crybaby, he whined in his mind. You’re not! The gray wolf covered his face with his paws and gritted his teeth. He rocked back and forth for a moment, still telling himself he’d be all right. But then the wolf started to shake, and he found himself sniffling and whimpering as more tears rolled down his face. Tyler took his paws away from his eyes and started to cry, ashamed over everything that happened today.
School was finally over. All he had to do was get on the bus, get off, and then walk home. Maybe he’d stay home the next day…or the next week, for that matter. Tyler stood outside waiting for the buses, with his only company being his cougar buddy. The wolf glanced over at the feline and noticed that his left eye was swollen and black. He sighed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured.
The cougar scoffed. “Hey, least I still got all my teeth. Dennis is gonna have to see a dentist after what I did to him.”
Tyler rubbed his forehead. “Sure.”
“…It’s not the end of the world, Tyler. So what if furs laugh at you? Let ‘em. It’s not like your reputation will dictate your future. ‘Sides, everyone here has short attention spans. We don’t even pay attention to what our teachers say during the lectures. You think anyone’s gonna remember you being a bit gassy tomorrow?”
Tyler huffed and stood up. “I’m gonna try to use the bathroom again.”
As Tyler walked away, the cougar shouted, “Well, hurry up! The bus’ll be here any minute!”
And it was there, exactly three minutes later. But Tyler stayed in the bathroom, sitting in a stall and farting to himself. He waited for a full fifteen minutes before he left the bathroom and walked outside. Only now, the bus lanes were barren. All the buses came and went, and all the students were heading home now. Tyler looked at his cell phone and checked the time. He rubbed his nose, and then started to walk. Maybe it would take over a half-hour before he got home. Maybe he’d have less time to do homework. But at least he wouldn’t spend another five minutes of his life being teased. As the wolf walked home, he kept passing gas. All his farts were soft hisses or deep sputters now, nothing as voluminous as before. But the smell of his gas was still putrid, and he knew anyone standing around him would immediately turn away and run. Or perhaps they’d call him names, or make fun of his stinky posterior. Maybe he should transfer. It’s not like he liked this school anyway. No one would miss “Tyler the Terrific” or the Tyler who won three gold medals in swimming contests, or the promiscuous Tyler who got laid four times before he even became a senior. They’d only remember “Tyler the Tooter” and how he stunk up the school in a single day.
As the wolf entered the park and heard birds chirping, he spotted a tiny creature sitting on a bench reading. The gray wolf walked over to the small rodent and looked down at him. The chipmunk looked up at the wolf and yelped when Tyler sat down beside him. Kyle scooted away and started to shake as Tyler blinked twice.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly.
“S-s-sure! I-I bought pepper spray!” Kyle bluffed. “If you come near me—”
“I’m serious…I just…I just need to think.”
Kyle started to calm down when he looked at Tyler’s face and noticed how solemn he was. The gray wolf sniffled and rubbed his nose.
“I suppose you’re going to laugh at me too…”
Kyle blinked. “No. W-why would I do that?”
Tyler scoffed. “C’mon, you heard. ‘Tyler the Tooter,’ amongst a bunch of other names I’ve been called today. Ever since this morning…it doesn’t matter. Everyone else is laughing at me.”
The chipmunk scooted a little closer to Tyler and twiddled his thumbs. “I know what that’s like. Sure, you got one or two friends, but everyone else sees you as a joke, a-a target. You got a bullseye on your back, and it’s never going away.”
“You have me to thank for that, yes?”
The chipmunk scooted away again. “Well…you always pick on me, embarrass me when I’m trying—”
Tyler held up a paw, and Kyle stopped talking. “I know. I know I’ve…I’m sorry. I guess I just thought it was fun…but no one should have to be humiliated like that—especially if you never even did anything to me. I know you probably don’t care, but…I-I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.”
Kyle stared at the wolf as he lowered his head, his eyes watering again. He reached up and wiped his eyes while Kyle started to open his mouth. He almost told him. Right then and there, he would’ve come forward and told the canine what he did to his protein shake. But Kyle knew that sorrow could easily turn into hate and suffering, and the last thing he wanted was to go home with several broken bones because he incurred Tyler’s wrath.
“You think…would you mind walking home with me? I’m not used to being alone like this…don’t like all the silence.”
Kyle, much to his surprise, started to smile. “Sure. I’d like that.”
Tyler looked down at the smiling chipmunk and felt his spirits lifting. He smiled as well and stood up from the bench just as the chipmunk hopped off and took his book and backpack with him. The two creatures stared at each other for a moment before they turned and started to head through the park. Just as the wolf began to walk, he grunted softly and released a fart so abrupt and strident that it made the chipmunk scream. Tyler quickly fanned a paw behind his bottom and began to blush.
“S-sorry,” he said meekly.
Kyle looked at Tyler for a moment, then smiled and chuckled. “No worries. Happens to the best of us!”
Tyler stared at Kyle and smiled, glad that he didn’t abandon him or start calling him names. Even better, the wolf’s stomach wasn’t hurting anymore, and he didn’t feel bloated. As powerful as the powder was, the effects weren’t permanent. Maybe the wolf did stink up the school and became the laughing stock for the day, but like his best friend said, everyone had short attention spans. Heh…maybe he’s right, Tyler thought. Maybe this will blow over sooner than later.
The duo resumed walking and talking through the park, now feeling a bit more confident about their futures.
Commission for ANONYMOUS.
It was always a joy to look at the chipmunk, to see him squirm like that. It was even a bigger joy when everyone around the gym stopped to stare at the young sophomore and his wacky underwear. Some days they’d have bananas on them. Other days they’d be pink or purple. But today, the underwear the chipmunk was wearing had various superheroes stitched into the fabric, all members of the chipmunk’s favorite childhood superhero team. And everyone in the gym could see them. The chipmunk whined and covered his groin as his shorts remained around his ankles, while the wolf who pulled them down was on the floor sobbing with laughter. Everyone was pointing at the rodent or laughing at him, teasing him so much their voices echoed around the giant room. The teary-eyed high schooler whimpered as he tried to run away, only to trip over his shorts. He landed on the floor with a hard thud, which resulted in more laughter. Eventually the chipmunk kicked his shorts off and sprinted towards the locker room before anyone saw him cry. By the time he got inside the abandoned room, he sniffled and quickly walked beside his locker.
Then the chipmunk covered his mouth as he sobbed quietly, hoping he’d have time to get it out his system before anyone else saw him. He wiped his eyes a few times and moaned as he slowly opened his locker and buried his head inside. Should’ve called in sick again, he told himself. Should just skip gym from now on. …Should just beg my parents to homeschool me again. Stupid Tyler…not anymore. This all stops tomorrow, he said in his mind. The chipmunk sniffled twice and wiped his nose with his paw just as a young rat the chipmunk’s age walked inside the locker room. The rat walked up to the chipmunk and blinked.
“You okay?”
The chipmunk wiped his eyes and exhaled as he looked at the other rodent. “Everyone knows I love Carmine’s Heroes of Justice so much that I have to represent the show around my ass. So no, Luc. I’m not okay.”
The rat shrugged. “Hey, no one made you wear that underwear, Kyle.”
“Fuck you,” the chipmunk snapped.
“I’m just sayin’,” Luc quickly retorted. “If you’re not gonna stand up to Tyler, don’t make yourself such a target. Why do you think I came to gym one day wearing only my underwear?”
Kyle shrugged. “I dunno.”
“So Tyler would have no shorts to yank down!”
“Didn’t he yank down your underwear that day?”
“Yes,” said Luc, grinning. “And now everyone knows how big I am.”
Kyle sighed softly. “I can’t fight him; I tried, and I went home with a black eye and broken nose. I can’t run away; he always finds me. And I’m not gonna humiliate myself just so he won’t have the pleasure of doing it.”
“So what are you gonna do? I’m not…y’know, implying anything. But I know what furs in your situation can do to themselves. I’d rather we overcome this before it gets that far.”
Kyle moved his jacket inside his locker and looked at the strange item he bought online a few days ago. He thought he made a mistake and was simply acting on impulse, but after today, he had to use it. The chipmunk blinked as he slid the item into his jacket pocket and sniffed.
“I got it covered.”
“You sure?”
Kyle removed his clothes and slammed his locker. “Yeah. That asshole isn’t gonna mess with me again.”
School started off normally the next day. It was raining, and everyone was inside either getting breakfast or moments away from attending their first class. The chipmunk started to look around the lunchroom, actively seeking out Tyler as he sat by himself at one of the tables. He observed the wolf this entire week; he knew how this would play out. The wolf would eat his sausage biscuits, consume his protein shake, then belch and leave. Simple. Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out the package containing the powder. He had to get it into the drink somehow. Kyle rubbed his chin before he glanced over and spotted a half-eaten sandwich sitting on the lunch tray, most likely left behind by some lazy fur. Kyle grabbed the tray and picked it up, and then he casually walked over to the tall gray wolf. The chipmunk pretended to trip, and then shouted as he spilled the contents of the tray all over the wolf’s back. Tyler shouted and stood up as red juice and some of the peanut butter and jelly from the sandwich got all over his black and yellow jacket. The wolf snarled as he slammed his protein shake down and turned around, snorting at the chipmunk.
“S-s-sorry! I’m-I’m sorry!”
As Kyle started to shake, Tyler grinned widely and snickered. “No worries! Seems like ya ruined your sandwich though!”
Kyle’s eyes grew wide when Tyler made a fist. “Got a fresh one here for you though!”
Kyle covered his face with the tray when he heard footsteps. “Is there a problem?”
Kyle sighed with relief when one of the custodians, a bear, walked up to the two individuals. Tyler lowered his fist and looked at the ursine.
“No…just pissed off I got juice all over my fuckin’ jacket!”
“So go wash it,” the custodian said matter-of-factly.
Tyler looked down at Kyle. Then he looked back up at the custodian. Not wanting to get any teachers or administrators involved, the gray wolf turned around and headed to a nearby bathroom. Meanwhile the custodian sighed as he started to rub his head.
“Thanks.”
The bear simply looked at Kyle and grunted. Then he walked away to retrieve his mop and bucket cart. With no one else around, Kyle quickly grabbed Tyler’s half-finished vanilla protein drink and unscrewed the cap. Then he dug inside his pocket and pulled out the package of powder. He ripped it open quickly, and then tilted it over the drink, his heart beating fast. The chipmunk watched as the powder poured out slowly and mixed with the beverage. He waited until the package was empty before he set the package down, screwed the cap back on, and shook the bottle for a moment so the powder would mix properly. The chipmunk set the bottle back down, tossed the package into the trash, and hurried along to his first class.
Tyler swore when he heard the bell ring. Stupid’ twerp, he said in his mind. Made me late to my class! The gray wolf finished wiping the juice off his jacket before he quickly rushed outside the restroom. He sprinted towards the lunch table, shoveled the rest of his biscuit into his mouth, then opened his protein shake bottle and quaffed the rest of the beverage in one gulp. Tyler swallowed hard and exhaled as he tossed his shake into the trash can. The wolf picked up his backpack from the floor and sprinted for his first period classroom. The canine ran into a nearby corridor before he turned and hopped inside his first class. The wolf stepped inside and started walking casually with a cavalier straight face, as if he wasn’t tardy at all. The teacher, who had his back turned and was writing on his dry-erase board, wagged his tail and sniffed.
“You’re late again, Tyler,” he muttered.
Damn it, the wolf said to himself in his mind. Tyler sighed as he rolled his eyes and headed over to his seat in the middle of the class. He sat down and waited for the instructor to start his lesson. It only took five minutes before Tyler lost interest and started to text on his cell phone and created small triangles with pieces of paper. The wolf lowered his head as he placed the triangles on his desk and started to flick them across the room, hitting other furs and scaleys in the back of their heads. The wolf kept texting and toying with the other, less popular furs in his classroom. The canine started to slouch back in his chair, only to spring forward when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Tyler grimaced after feeling something shifting around in his bowels. He suddenly felt heavily, as if his bowels were gradually starting to inflate. The wolf grunted twice and exhaled as the pain subsided moments later. Tyler sighed and resumed making more triangles with his sheets of paper when his stomach started growling a few moments later. The wolf grunted and started to shift around in his seat, making the chair creak.
Then Tyler heard a deep groan and moaned softly. The wolf shut his eyes and clenched his paws into fists, unable to deal with the embarrassing pain in his abdomen. Tyler opened his eyes and tried to stay calm so he wouldn’t make a scene. A couple of furs looked at him with bewilderment; Tyler glared at them, as if to say “fuck off” in a deep tone. The creatures all turned away, and Tyler kept fidgeting as he listened to his teacher’s lecture. Throughout the rest of class, he curled his toes or gritted his teeth, feeling the pain moving through his bowels, like small boulders trapped inside his colon. Tyler started tapping his fingers on his desk, flicking his eyes up at the clock to see when class would end. He needed to leave, and fast. Hold it, Tyler told himself. Just…hold it… The bell rang. Tyler immediately grabbed his backpack and sprinted out the door, his stomach still rumbling. He ran towards the nearest bathroom he could find and pushed open the door. Panting, the wolf slowly lifted his tail and eased his bowels.
The noise that exploded from his bottom could’ve been mistaken for a grenade. It was so loud that someone sitting inside one of the stalls yelped. It only lasted for a few seconds, but as Tyler released the gas, he felt his stomach deflating. Just gas, Tyler told himself. Thank goodness for that. The last thing Tyler wanted was to soil himself; all his friends would never let him live it down. But it was only a fart—albeit, a colossal, fetid fart that stunk up the bathroom in seconds, but mere flatulence. Tyler huffed and rubbed his forehead, letting out a couple of tiny squeakers after the giant fart ended. The gray wolf turned around and walked out of the bathroom, his stomach feeling much better. Tyler headed to his second class and entered the room before the bell rang. He sat down near the front of the class and groaned when he looked at the sheet of paper sitting on the desk.
“I hope you studied this time,” said the pronghorn who was sitting at her desk grading tests from first period.
“Course I did,” Tyler lied.
Tyler sat down in his seat and set his backpack down. So what if he failed another test? He could always make it up later if he needed to. And if not, then screw it. He had more important things to worry about, such as that hot vixen he always saw hanging out near the lunch lines. After everyone arrived in class and took their seats, Tyler listened to the teacher as she instructed everyone about the test. Then the teacher sat down and resumed grading, and Tyler started working on his test. The wolf began to skim the questions, filling in all the answers he knew before he went back and stared at some of the other questions, hoping his brain would suddenly start working if he looked hard enough. The wolf was about to fill in another answer when his stomach grumbled noisily again. Tyler shut his eyes and swore softly. The pain was back, and it was already rushing towards his bowels. The canine started to lift his tail in his seat, but quickly put it back down before it came out. Tyler whimpered silently as he felt the seat of his jeans growing warm.
FRRRRRRRRNNT!
Tyler’s eyes expanded. He quickly stayed still and looked back down at his test, making sure not to draw any attention. Some students started snickering after hearing the noise, while someone else muttered “eww” loud enough for others to hear. But Tyler made sure he didn’t look embarrassed. Even the slightest motion could convince everyone that he was the culprit. A few more students started laughing when Tyler’s belly gurgled even louder, which led to some students either joking about the impending gas bomb while others covered their noses with their shirts. The pronghorn looked up from her papers and scowled at the students.
“Yes, someone passed gas; it’s nothing new. Just resume working on your tests,” she said.
Tyler shut his eyes and let out a soft breath, thinking the motion would prevent him from feeling the discomfort. It worked for a brief moment, but it didn’t last long. The gray wolf whimpered as he felt the stream of flatulence heading for his toned buttocks again. He accidentally leaned over on his seat and passed gas once more. Only this time the fart created a thicker noise and lasted much longer; his wooden seat didn’t help muffle the noise. The fart echoed throughout the room for many seconds, and Tyler groaned out loud after it stopped. More students resumed laughing, and Tyler blushed when a few students started to scoot their chairs away from him and covered their noses. Tyler lowered his ears slowly when he heard a few beasts whispering about him behind his back. The pronghorn looked up again when she noticed that Tyler was fidgeting in his seat and his stomach was growling.
“Do you have to use the bathroom, Tyler?”
The canine nodded. “Y-yeah…probably just ate one too many biscuits this morning.”
“Okay, you can go then.”
Tyler exhaled as he slid out his seat and hurried towards the door. But the moment Tyler reached for the doorknob, a deep “BRRRRRRNT” slid out of his ass, causing a bigger uproar of muffled laughter throughout the classroom. Tyler gritted his teeth and swore as he swung the door open and sprinted into the corridors. The wolf ran down the hallway, panting and letting out tiny squeakers with every few steps he took. He burst into the men’s bathroom again and slammed the door shut before he leaned over with his footpaw off the floor again and let out more nasty flatulence. This time it sounded like a balloon deflating very slowly, the gas hissing from his rump and leaving the seat of his jeans warm. Tyler moaned as he placed his paws on his stomach and shut his eyes. Instinctively, he raised his tail and pushed out more flatulence, the funky fumes blasting out of his rump and spreading around the bathroom in a matter of seconds. The gray wolf still felt like he needed to void his bowels, but even now, all that would come out of his ass was more flatus. Screw it, Tyler thought. You’re already in the bathroom; just push it all out while you’re here.
So the wolf kept exhaling and sighing heavily as he farted over and over again, listening to the various sputters that erupted from his bottom and stunk up the bathroom even further. His stomach deflated the more he farted, but even as his stomach settled, the pain kept coming back. The wolf pushed against his stomach with his paws, grunting as he tried to force the gas out. He let out a few more tiny squeakers before he exhaled and realized he needed to get back to class. Maybe he would end up passing gas again. Maybe not. But right now he needed to finish his test; he preferred failing because he didn’t know the answers, not because he didn’t finish. So Tyler went back to the classroom and worked on the test. Shortly after he finished it, he turned the paper in and grimaced when he felt more abdominal pain. Luckily, just as he turned it in, the bell rang. Tyler timed his fart just right; he passed gas as the bell rang, which masked the sound of his fart. Unfortunately, he couldn’t cover up the smell, and it wasn’t long before a few students realized he blew ass once again. Tyler hurried into the hallways and walked beside his cougar friend and fellow swim mate. The wolf started to lower his ears and head when he heard a few students blowing raspberries at him. Someone even made a farting sound with his armpit and gasped.
“Oh, c’mon, Tyler! Again?!” he shouted.
Tyler and the cougar scowled at the elk as he smirked at him. Several students in the hallway started to chuckle or openly laughed at Tyler, which led to the wolf blushing under his fur. He stomped towards the elk and shoved him against his lockers.
“Say somethin’ else! I rip those horns of your friggin’ head and shove ‘em—”
“Shhhh, administrator!” the cougar warned.
Tyler flicked his eyes down the hallway and calmed down as one of the administrators walked past him. The cougar and wolf stood beside the lockers nonchalantly while the well-suited bear walked past both of them. After the bear left, Tyler glared at the elk and growled at him, before he pointed at his eyes and pointed at the stag, symbolizing he was watching him. The wolf rubbed his scalp and exhaled, his stomach still rumbling.
“Hey, calm down, bruh,” said the cougar. “All you did was fart in class; everyone’s done that.”
“No, you don’t understand! My stomach’s—urrrrrggh…”
The cougar stepped away from Tyler when he saw the wolf bending over and raising his tail. Another student blew a raspberry at the wolf, making it sound like he passed gas, even though he didn’t. The wolf huffed and stood back up, hoping he wouldn’t crack one off again later.
“All day I’ve been dealing with this crap! Stupid sausage biscuits—I knew them lunch ladies served us expired food!”
“And yet you still tease me for bringing my lunch to school instead of buying it.” The cougar shook his head. “Just relax, bruh. Remember when Carl shat himself while he was doing pull-ups in gym two years back? Or when Priscilla puked all over the principal last month? Or when you pantsed Luc and everyone saw his dick and balls?”
“I don’t recall Luc being embarrassed over that,” Tyler muttered.
“Point is, a bunch of students in this school have done some embarrassing crap. We got over it. So you cracked one off in class. So what? I’ve farted in class more times than you have; you don’t see me getting upset over it!”
“I know, I know…I just feel like I’m gonna fart and…you know…follow through.”
The cougar grimaced. “Oh. That. Well, go use the bath—”
“I did! Twice now! There’s nothing in my gut but gas; I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me!”
The cougar sighed. “Just don’t think about it. Maybe your nerves are just getting to you. I dunno. But dwelling on this won’t help at all, so just try to ignore it.”
“If you say so.”
Tyler sighed as he walked over to his next class. The cougar nodded at the wolf as he continued to walk away.
“I’ll see you at lunch!”
“All right. See ya!”
Tyler walked into his third period class and exhaled as he took a seat on a stool. Yeah, the wolf thought. This will all blow over. It’s only a little bit of gas. Nothing major, right? The gray wolf relaxed and stopped thinking about his gassy behind and his bloated stomach. All that mattered now was taking notes for chemistry. Or in this case, sitting on his rump and watching a boring video explaining chain reactions and different forms of acid. Tyler started to fall asleep; there was no way he could pay attention. Why should he care that there was an acid that could eat away at his flesh? The wolf was just about to lose consciousness when a shrill noise waked him up. Tyler yelped and sat straight up. And then he flared his nostrils and noticed a foul scent in the air, almost like sulfur. The students sitting beside him moved away, and the snickering started. Tyler was about to snarl and tell everyone to shut up, but his stomach wouldn’t let him. He could feel it inflating again, and the gas was making its way for his rectum. The wolf moved around on his stool uncomfortably, only to grunt as another series of loud sputters spread around the classroom.
Sitting on the stool didn’t help; it only caused the noise to reverberate, the sound flowing through everyone’s ears. Tyler lowered his ears as the dreaded crackling sound lasted for many seconds. The students who moved away from him covered their muzzles with their shirts to avoid the incoming odor. The instructor, a tiny meerkat with a big nose, sniffled twice and grumbled.
“Mr. Tinlee, if you are going to teach us about hydrogen sulfide, kindly do so in a less disruptive manner,” the meerkat sneered.
Tyler slowly lowered his head as the entire class began to laugh at him. He grabbed one of his giant textbooks and set it up on the table, using it to cover his entire head from the class. Throughout the rest of the period, he kept blasting ass; sometimes the gas expulsions were soft or only created minimal noise. Other times he’d lean over and unintentionally fart so voluminously that everyone in the room would hear. It got so bad that the instructor had to open two windows just to air out the room. When the bell rang, Tyler picked up his backpack and other supplies and nearly sprinted out the classroom. He headed straight for the bathroom again, where he promptly released more flatulence for an extended period of time. Geez, the wolf thought. When the hell is this gonna end?!
It was lunchtime now. And for once, he actually didn’t feel like eating. His stomach had settled down, but he still had abdominal pains every now and then. He kept wagging his tail, hoping he’d be able to fan the stench of his farts away if he ever ended up cutting one by mistake again. The wolf exhaled as he carried his lunch tray and stood behind his cougar friend.
“Heard you blew up the chemistry lab today,” the feline muttered.
Tyler grumbled. “Already?! God—so I got the farts today! Big friggin’ deal! Everyone needs to stop obsessing over my stomach and get…not again…”
Tyler moaned as he started to bend over, his bowels churning deeply once more. His legs shook as he lurched, his bottom pressed against the seat of his pants. The cougar turned around and frowned as he stared at Tyler.
“Err, buddy?”
“You’d-you’d best move now ‘fore you get caught up in it!” the canine warned.
The cougar quickly hurried forward while the students standing behind Tyler started to complain.
“Hey, buddy! Line’s moving!”
“What’s the holdup?!”
Tyler shut his eyes and started to move. Just a few more steps, then he could hurry and find a quiet spot to eat at. He took one step forward, then two, then three. Then the wolf bent over again and lifted his tail high. The students standing behind started to back away, but then it was too late. He let out a raunchy series of gas bubbles, all of them sounding squishy within his pants. He could feel his tailhole bulging outwards as the flatulence exploded against his underwear, warming his pants up. Tyler shut his eyes as the foul-smelling gases soared from his bottom, hitting all of the students behind him. Tyler felt like he was about to fall down and die of embarrassment right then and there. His tailhole felt moist; his farts emitted vile, squishy noises, as if the beast was squirting loose stool into his trousers. And by the time the canine finished, he found himself blushing and covering his bottom. As the wolf checked to see if he messed himself, all the students behind him groaned vocally or quickly ran out of the line. Tyler grunted as two more squishy blasts came from behind. Much to his surprise, his underwear was still clean. But now, Tyler was more focused on the sheer amount of furs laughing at him.
“PHEW! I can smell that all the way over here!”
“Better stay away from them beans, Tyler!”
“Geez! I’m trying to eat here; I don’t need your ass-gas particles all over my food!”
Tyler thought about roaring at all of them, telling them all to go to hell. He thought about chucking an apple at one of the students laughing at him, but he knew that’d result in a food fight—something he nearly got expelled for just a month ago. The wolf gritted his teeth and created a fist, ready to break someone’s nose. But all the laughter seemed to paralyze him, as if he was standing on a stage wearing a ridiculous clown suit. Tyler lowered his fist and frowned as he turned and walked into the lunch line. He looked at all the food they were serving: meatloaf, salad, beans, macaroni and cheese—the works. Tyler knew he was hungry; he could hear his stomach growling now, longing to be filled with something other than gas. But despite how much he wanted to eat, he knew what it’d lead to. At worst, he might end up soiling himself on the bus ride home. So Tyler snatched an energy drink from the counter, paid for it, and left. Don’t even bother, Tyler thought. You can snack on granola bars later. Tyler exhaled as he walked away from the horde of students who just laughed at him and headed to one of the tables in the corner of the lunchroom where two beautiful furs were sitting.
“Heeeeeey, Suzan!” Tyler said in a boastful voice.
The vixen looked up at the gray wolf and adjusted her glasses. “Hey, Tyler.”
“You mean Tyler the Tooter?” joked the jaguar sitting beside her.
Tyler scowled when the jaguar chuckled and Suzan smiled for a moment. The wolf ignored her laughs and sat down beside the fox, imitating her laughs.
“Hahaha, yes, I know, it’s so damn funny,” he snarled.
“Calm down, Tyler. She’s just joking…aren’t you, Puker Priscilla?”
The brown wolf huffed and slammed her paw on the table. “You said you wouldn’t mention that again!”
Suzan flared her nostrils. “Exactly. And I’m sure Tyler doesn’t wanna constantly be reminded of what happened this morning. Whatever happened, happened. So everyone should shut up and get over it.”
Tyler smirked at the other wolf before he scooted closer to Suzan and sniffed. “Sooooo…you coming to the swim meet later? Gonna practice for the competition this weekend!”
Suzan shrugged. “Oh, I’m not sure. I mean, why would I possibly be attracted to a muscle-bound wolf wearing nothing but tight swimming trunks?”
Tyler growled at the vixen while Suzan turned away and smiled meekly, blushing beneath her fur. She wagged her tail a few times while Tyler moved his right footpaw over and brushed his toe claws against her leg.
“Most definitely. Such a shame you aren’t turned on by the likes of muscles such as these!”
Suzan and Priscilla both looked at Tyler as he grunted and started to flex his arms. Even with his coat on, the two canines could see the muscles bulging against his clothing each time he flexed. Suzan giggled and scooted closer to Tyler while Priscilla glared at Tyler and snorted.
“Jesus—go make out in the bathroom with yourself why dont’cha?”
Tyler grinned. “You jelly, Pris?”
The wolf’s ass answered before Priscilla could. A short, cacophonous fart burst from Tyler’s rump and sputtered against the seat connected to the table. Tyler frowned and stopped flexing while Priscilla laughed and plugged her nose.
“No, I’m not ‘jelly.’ You have fun with the Tooter, Suzan!”
Priscilla picked up what was left of her lunch and moved to a different table, while Suzan coughed a few times and slyly fanned her nose.
“Don’t worry about her, Tyler. It ain’t like she’s never had bad gas. …Tyler?”
The wolf wasn’t listening anymore. He was too busy squirming in his seat as he crossed his footpaws and tried to bottle up his flatulence. Suzan noticed something was wrong with the beast, but before she could figure out the problem, Tyler’s smelly rump acted up once more. The wolf shut his eyes and grunted as he tried to let out the fart little by little, excreting short, tiny gas bubbles that popped against the seat of his jeans. Two pops, then four, then a muffled series of miniscule pockets of flatus exploded. Suzan detected the familiar odor of sulfur and covered her nose with her left arm. Knowing the “fight” was lost, Tyler spread his legs apart and lifted his tail, his warm, toned posterior pressed against the stool. An immense “BRRRRRRNNNNNT” noise sputtered against the seat and nearly made Suzan yelp. Tyler whined after letting out a bomb that smelled worse than baked beans and rotten eggs wrapped together. Even Tyler found himself plugging his nose.
“I’m-I’m sorry! I’m not…this isn’t on purpose, I swear!” the wolf pleaded.
Tyler could tell that Suzan wasn’t as mean-spirited as everyone else, but he also knew that someone like her wouldn’t want to be around a walking stink bomb. As the wolf passed gas again, the vixen coughed a few times and grabbed her lunch tray.
“Um, I-I…just let me know when you’re feeling better, kay?” she said quickly.
Tyler watched as the fox stood up and hurriedly moved away from him.
“I’ll see you during the swim meet later!” she shouted.
He didn’t try to stop her. Why should he? Tyler didn’t want to be around his stinky butt either. So the gray wolf frowned and lowered his tail as he observed the vixen walking away. Then he sighed softly and started to drink his beverage as he sat alone at the table.
Tyler wished he was playing football in gym class. At least then he could take out his frustration on all the other jocks laughing at him. Instead, he was stuck in the gymnasium with the other students playing a game of basketball dressed in a yellow jersey and shorts made of dazzle polyester. The moment everyone started playing the game, Tyler heard a few furs blowing raspberries at him or calling him “Tyler the Tooter,” or something of that nature. And with good reason, as the wolf’s ass was still acting up. Even now, as the wolf started dribbling the ball down the court, he could feel his stomach bloating with more malodorous gas. Tyler tried to ignore his pains as he ran, passing the ball over to one of his teammates. The wolf stood by the basketball hoop and blocked one of his opponents. As he bent over and spread his arms, signaling a teammate that he was open, he cut a huge fart in his opponent’s face. The tiger standing behind him groaned and moved away, plugging his nose and fanning the air in front of his face.
Tyler’s teammate passed the ball to him, and he shot and scored. As an opponent retrieved the ball again, he started to sprint after the alligator dribbling the ball. But as Tyler jogged, his bowels loosened again, and the smelly flatus started to flow from his behind. All the gas came out in short bursts and each one was noisy enough for all the players and the coach to hear. Some of the players running behind Tyler immediately stopped and backed away, or they gagged and slowed down, the odor irritating their nostrils and eyeballs. The gray wolf got ahead of the alligator and quickly slid in front of him, with his rump pointed at the scaly beast. The alligator yelped and screeched to a halt, but not before Tyler unloaded his ass onto him. The canine snickered as he heard the reptile collapse to the floor; he picked up the orange ball and immediately sprinted towards the other basketball hoop, where he scored two more points. For the rest of the game, nearly everyone on the opposing team (as well as some of Tyler’s teammates) avoided the gray wolf altogether. Anyone caught close to him ended up getting a nose (or even mouth) full of repulsive wolf flatus. In the end, Tyler’s team won, but their coach had to cut the game short because Tyler stunk up a good portion of the gym, and some of the players were physically ill.
For a brief moment, Tyler actually had fun. He thought it was humorous, albeit crude that he managed to use his rear end as a lethal, chemical weapon. But that all changed the moment he started to change clothes in the locker room. The raspberry noises and snickers continued, everyone whispered “Tyler the Tooter” behind his back, and someone went as far as to douse his bottom with fresh-scented body spray. Maybe it was instinct, or just bad timing, but as soon as the coyote sprayed around his ass, Tyler farted. The coyote backed up and covered his muzzle with his paw.
“For crying out loud, man! I just sprayed that and you’re gonna lay one on me?!”
The alligator Tyler farted on earlier scoffed and slammed his locker shut. “Let’s get outta here before Tooter ends up suffocating us.”
Tyler started to clench his paw into a fist, but then he relaxed and blinked. He couldn’t even turn around and look at his fellow gym mates as they hastily rushed out of the room. The wolf just sat down on the bench with his back turned to them all. When the last fur left and slammed the door, Tyler let off another squeaky fart and lowered his tail. Then the canine lowered his head and sighed softly, trying his hardest to keep his eyes dry.
All he had left was his swimming lesson, and then he could go home. His best friend was here, his soon-to-be girlfriend Suzan was watching him from the stands, and dozens of other creatures were observing the swim team as they practiced for their upcoming match. His stomach was feeling much better; he managed to get through all of last period without farting more than three times. Maybe it’s outta my system, Tyler thought hopefully. Maybe it’s finally over. Tyler exhaled with relief as he stood in front of the pool beside his cougar buddy. All he could smell was chlorine and all the swimmers whose fur was drenched in water. Tyler grunted as he stretched and curled his toes, only clad in a pair of green swimming trunks. The wolf flexed his arms a few times and winked at Suzan in the audience, who meekly lifted her paw and waved at him. Just as he was showing off, he heard two creatures laughing in a mocking tone behind him, before one of them shouted out, “Better stay away from the Tooter! He’ll poison the water with that ass of his!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Tyler snarled.
The cougar huffed. “Just forget ‘em! They ain’t gonna stop if you show ‘em that it’s bugging you! You keep calm and this whole thing will blow over by tomorrow.”
“Please don’t mention the word ‘blow’ to me,” Tyler grumbled.
“Right, my bad.”
Tyler huffed and rubbed his forehead. “Let’s just get started. The faster we finish up here, the sooner we can leave.”
“Fine. On three! On—”
Tyler jumped in the water, while the cougar stammered and swore as he stared at the wolf swimming to the other end of the pool. The wolf treaded water and breathed at a steady pace as he traversed down the body of water elegantly. The cougar started to catch up, but Tyler paid no attention to the feline. For once all day, he finally felt at peace, like no one was around to judge him. All he had was the water and his impressive swimming skills, nothing more. No farting, no name calling, no embarrassment—nothing. Just the sound of him breathing as the water splashed around him. Tyler reached the end of the pool and pressed against the wall with his paw. He waited for five seconds with a wide grin on his face, and then his friend finally arrived. The cougar took a huge breath as he rose from the water and scowled at Tyler.
“Beat ya,” Tyler gloated.
“Only cause your funky ass cheated!”
“You said ‘three.’ So I went.”
The cougar was about to say something else when Tyler grunted and held his belly with one paw. Seconds later, the feline looked down around Tyler and noticed a few bubbles popping. The gray wolf reached down and tried to rub his belly with both paws, but it did no good. His flatulent behind struck again. And while no one could exactly hear his muffled, watery farts, a few furs could see the bubbles that were popping on the surface of the water, just around his ass. The alligator whom Tyler farted at during basketball spotted Tyler’s bubbles and laughed.
“Ooooh, look at that! Looks like the Tooter’s blowin’ bubbles!”
“Shut yer mouth, Dennis!” the cougar shouted.
But the alligator didn’t quit. He climbed out of the pool and pointed at Tyler while he looked at the audience.
“HEY EVERYONE, LOOK! THE TOOTER’S MAKIN’ BUBBLES IN THE POOL!”
Tyler was in too much pain to care. He shut his eyes and whimpered as he felt a hot rush of gas flow through his bowels and gush out of his anus. He farted so hard underwater that he could hear the muffled fart and the sound of the bubbles popping was even louder. But when the farting stopped, that’s when his ears were deafened with the sound of laughter. The gray wolf turned and saw them all: dozens of furs sitting in the bleachers, all howling with laughter. Some of them made the trademark farting sounds with their mouths while others were plugging their noses. A few of them even shook their rumps as him as they pretended to fart, as if to mock Tyler over his gaseous problem. Suzan and Tyler’s cougar friend were the only two beasts not laughing or making fun of him. The vixen was looking around the swimming area with disgust, while the cougar was gritting his teeth and climbing out of the pool. The feline unleashed his claws, and he immediately lashed at the alligator’s face and pounced on him. Tyler observed the two creatures fighting before he grunted and let out a few more farts. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to get cursed with such a flatulent behind?
He couldn’t take this anymore. Tyler swam in the other direction, hoping his favorite form of exercise would block out the noise. But even as his head went underwater for a few brief moments, the laughter never stopped, and neither did his gas. When the wolf reached the other side of the pool, he quickly got out and sprinted for the locker room. His fur and swim trunks sodden, Tyler stood in the locker room and began to hyperventilate and whine. Don’t, Tyler told himself. Don’t you dare…you’re stronger than this. You’re not some whiny crybaby. You’re…I-I’m just… Tyler shut his eyes and sobbed quietly. He sat down on one of the benches and covered his mouth with his paw. When Tyler opened his eyes again, they were red, and salty tears were starting to flow from his eyeballs. You’re not a crybaby, he whined in his mind. You’re not! The gray wolf covered his face with his paws and gritted his teeth. He rocked back and forth for a moment, still telling himself he’d be all right. But then the wolf started to shake, and he found himself sniffling and whimpering as more tears rolled down his face. Tyler took his paws away from his eyes and started to cry, ashamed over everything that happened today.
School was finally over. All he had to do was get on the bus, get off, and then walk home. Maybe he’d stay home the next day…or the next week, for that matter. Tyler stood outside waiting for the buses, with his only company being his cougar buddy. The wolf glanced over at the feline and noticed that his left eye was swollen and black. He sighed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured.
The cougar scoffed. “Hey, least I still got all my teeth. Dennis is gonna have to see a dentist after what I did to him.”
Tyler rubbed his forehead. “Sure.”
“…It’s not the end of the world, Tyler. So what if furs laugh at you? Let ‘em. It’s not like your reputation will dictate your future. ‘Sides, everyone here has short attention spans. We don’t even pay attention to what our teachers say during the lectures. You think anyone’s gonna remember you being a bit gassy tomorrow?”
Tyler huffed and stood up. “I’m gonna try to use the bathroom again.”
As Tyler walked away, the cougar shouted, “Well, hurry up! The bus’ll be here any minute!”
And it was there, exactly three minutes later. But Tyler stayed in the bathroom, sitting in a stall and farting to himself. He waited for a full fifteen minutes before he left the bathroom and walked outside. Only now, the bus lanes were barren. All the buses came and went, and all the students were heading home now. Tyler looked at his cell phone and checked the time. He rubbed his nose, and then started to walk. Maybe it would take over a half-hour before he got home. Maybe he’d have less time to do homework. But at least he wouldn’t spend another five minutes of his life being teased. As the wolf walked home, he kept passing gas. All his farts were soft hisses or deep sputters now, nothing as voluminous as before. But the smell of his gas was still putrid, and he knew anyone standing around him would immediately turn away and run. Or perhaps they’d call him names, or make fun of his stinky posterior. Maybe he should transfer. It’s not like he liked this school anyway. No one would miss “Tyler the Terrific” or the Tyler who won three gold medals in swimming contests, or the promiscuous Tyler who got laid four times before he even became a senior. They’d only remember “Tyler the Tooter” and how he stunk up the school in a single day.
As the wolf entered the park and heard birds chirping, he spotted a tiny creature sitting on a bench reading. The gray wolf walked over to the small rodent and looked down at him. The chipmunk looked up at the wolf and yelped when Tyler sat down beside him. Kyle scooted away and started to shake as Tyler blinked twice.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said quietly.
“S-s-sure! I-I bought pepper spray!” Kyle bluffed. “If you come near me—”
“I’m serious…I just…I just need to think.”
Kyle started to calm down when he looked at Tyler’s face and noticed how solemn he was. The gray wolf sniffled and rubbed his nose.
“I suppose you’re going to laugh at me too…”
Kyle blinked. “No. W-why would I do that?”
Tyler scoffed. “C’mon, you heard. ‘Tyler the Tooter,’ amongst a bunch of other names I’ve been called today. Ever since this morning…it doesn’t matter. Everyone else is laughing at me.”
The chipmunk scooted a little closer to Tyler and twiddled his thumbs. “I know what that’s like. Sure, you got one or two friends, but everyone else sees you as a joke, a-a target. You got a bullseye on your back, and it’s never going away.”
“You have me to thank for that, yes?”
The chipmunk scooted away again. “Well…you always pick on me, embarrass me when I’m trying—”
Tyler held up a paw, and Kyle stopped talking. “I know. I know I’ve…I’m sorry. I guess I just thought it was fun…but no one should have to be humiliated like that—especially if you never even did anything to me. I know you probably don’t care, but…I-I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.”
Kyle stared at the wolf as he lowered his head, his eyes watering again. He reached up and wiped his eyes while Kyle started to open his mouth. He almost told him. Right then and there, he would’ve come forward and told the canine what he did to his protein shake. But Kyle knew that sorrow could easily turn into hate and suffering, and the last thing he wanted was to go home with several broken bones because he incurred Tyler’s wrath.
“You think…would you mind walking home with me? I’m not used to being alone like this…don’t like all the silence.”
Kyle, much to his surprise, started to smile. “Sure. I’d like that.”
Tyler looked down at the smiling chipmunk and felt his spirits lifting. He smiled as well and stood up from the bench just as the chipmunk hopped off and took his book and backpack with him. The two creatures stared at each other for a moment before they turned and started to head through the park. Just as the wolf began to walk, he grunted softly and released a fart so abrupt and strident that it made the chipmunk scream. Tyler quickly fanned a paw behind his bottom and began to blush.
“S-sorry,” he said meekly.
Kyle looked at Tyler for a moment, then smiled and chuckled. “No worries. Happens to the best of us!”
Tyler stared at Kyle and smiled, glad that he didn’t abandon him or start calling him names. Even better, the wolf’s stomach wasn’t hurting anymore, and he didn’t feel bloated. As powerful as the powder was, the effects weren’t permanent. Maybe the wolf did stink up the school and became the laughing stock for the day, but like his best friend said, everyone had short attention spans. Heh…maybe he’s right, Tyler thought. Maybe this will blow over sooner than later.
The duo resumed walking and talking through the park, now feeling a bit more confident about their futures.
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