Tommy and Emma entered furtively inside David's house.
"Hey... what are you doing here?", said David (who is 23 but still lives with his parents), slightly annoyed.
"Just wanted to say hello", said Emma (the skunkette), smiling.
"My parents wouldn't let you inside the house, you know. I have to lunch now, so don't get caught by my them. Hide inside my wardrobe and don't make any noise", said David.
"But I...", Emma tried to explain that she had a bad case of claustrophobia (the fear of closed spaces), but David didn't want to listen.
"Do as I said, please"
Emma and Tommy hid inside the wardrobe. Tommy hoped that Emma wouldn't fart, because he thought that he was going to die if she did.
"Don't make any noise and don't talk, understood?", said David.
"Don't worry, we'll be silent", she said.
Tommy felt an unpleasant chill down his spine after hearing the word "silent".
"I'm going to lunch now, see you later", said David, after locking the wardrobe with a padlock not to make them wander around the house.
David went to the kitchen.
"I cooked you soy noodles, I know you love them", said his mom.
"Thank you, mom!", said David, smiling and happy.
In the meanwhile, Emma was trying to hold her fart in, in order not to knock Tommy out by the smell. She was really scared of that closed place, and you know what skunkettes do when they're scared! Hopefully, David's mom didn't overhear their conversation from before. Emma was trying her best, but unfortunately for Tommy, she couldn't hold her fart anymore, so she had to let it out.
PFT
A very small silent fart was released, and Emma strongly hoped that it wouldn't smell, but she knew that being a skunkette, it would have smelt disgusting.
"I'm sorry", whispered Emma in Tommy's ear
"Sorry for what?", he whispered back
"For the smell", she replied
The smell was much worse than a regular human fart, but still, it wasn't overly extreme. It was very strong but perfectly bearable.
"You know, it's not that bad, I can deal with it", whispered Tommy.
Emma kissed Tommy on the cheek.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, an extremely faint whiff of Emma's fart could be detected if one was really aware of that.
"I hope my mom's not going to notice the smell or ask herself questions about it", thought David.
The smell was really hard to notice, and it could be mistaken for spicy food, so David was pretty much relaxed about that. He thought his mom would never find that out.
David was really enjoying the soy noodles, they taste delicious! He wanted to drink some lemon juice, so he took a lemon, put the juice in a glass, mixed it with water and drank it. He was happy his mom cooked so much tasty food for him, he loves having lunch. It's sunday, so he can rest from work. He works as a designer for videogames, he really likes it because he chose to do it, and even though most of the times he can't draw whatever he wants, he likes proving he's good at that. The idea that someone's going to play as characters drawn by him feels good to him.
"I want to get out of here", whispered Emma, scared by being in that very small wardrobe.
"We'll get out as soon as our friend will finish eating, don't worry", whisphered Tommy
"But... I want to get out, now...", whispered Emma, shivering from anxiety.
"Don't worry", whispered Tommy.
PFFFT
This time, Emma let out a bigger and smellier fart, compared to the one before. Tommy heard the noise and was scared. Soon, the smell hit him. It smelt much worse than the one before, and Tommy was having difficulty in not looking or sounding disgusted, but he really was.
"Sorry for the smell", whispered Emma.
"Don't worry at all, it almost doesn't smell in here", replied Tommy, trying not to take deep whiffs of that gas. That smell almost reached the limit of his tolerance, but he tried to be a good boy and didn't complain.
Soon, the smell spread through David's bedroom, and now it could be smelled even in the kitchen. David's mom could now notice it, but didn't say anything, not wanting to make David embarrassed, as she wasn't sure if some food was rotting or if her son just farted. He smelled very faint, though, so it wasn't a reason to say something.
He was still eating his soy noodles.
"I'm full", he said, after finishing his plate
"I'm glad you liked it", said his mom, smiling
David got up, but he was really sleepy because he ate a lot today, so he slept on the couch of the nearby living room (there was no door nor wall that separated the two rooms).
David's mom was reading a recipe from her book. She will ask her son what he wants for dinner and prepare it this evening.
"I have to fart again, you said it doesn't smell, so I'm going to do it", whispered Emma.
"Okay", said Tommy, but in reality he was really scared about what was going to come.
PFFFFFFRT
It made a bit of a sound, nothing too loud but definitely louder than the ones before. The smell, though, was unbearable. Tommy was having a disgusted facial expression, but Emma couldn't see it because it was pretty dark in there. He was about to cry, but didn't want to appear weak, so he took it like a real man, even though he was just one year older than Emma (Tommy's 22 and Emma's 21). It was really stinky, and Tommy was trying to find a way to endure it without feeling too disgusted. He couldn't take deep breaths because the smell was putrid. He didn't want to say he was grossed out either. It was getting hard to breathe inside that wardrobe. Emma thought it didn't smell too bad for him, so she didn't care about the putrid gas she just let out. And the worst part, Tommy didn't know when David was going to release them.
The smell in the kitchen/living room gradually got stronger, and David was getting concerned about his mom eventually knowing there was a skunkette in her house. His mom was asking herself what was that smell. It spread in a too large area to be a fart, so it definitely was rotten food.
"I think I have to throw the trash in the bin, see you later", she said, smiling as always.
David thought:"I have to go to my bedroom and release them, or my mom's gonna find out the truth".
PFFFFFFRRRT
This time, Emma's fart was loud.
"Oh no", thought Tommy, already disgusted. He took a small whiff of that monster and understood it was nothing that could be endured. He whimpered softly and said:"Eww, it really smells, I can't breathe"
"Don't worry, we'll be released pretty soon", she whispered.
Tommy was choking on the smell, saying it was unbearable was an understatement, it smelled obnoxious.
"I'm going to die in a few minutes if we don't get out", said Tommy, raising his tone a little bit, but still quiet compared to a normal conversation.
"I don't think you're going to die because of a bit of stink, come on", she said.
They heard the door opening.
"Please, save me!", said Tommy, desperate for fresh and non-smelly air.
"I'm going to free you", said David, "But... I can't find the key!", he said. He really couldn't remember where he put it.
"NO!", said Tommy, about to cry.
"Eh, I'm going to find it. *sniffs* It smells like crazy in my bedroom, I can't even imagine how it smells inside there, blah", said David.
"It smells terrible, please let me go!", replied Tommy.
David searched for the key under his bed, in his closets, above the desk, everywhere, but couldn't find it.
"Eh, I'm sorry, just wait", he said, trying to comfort Tommy.
"I can't even breathe, I'm going to die!", said Tommy. His cried were filled with desperation.
PFFFRRRRRRTTT!!!
Emma let out a very loud, nasty-sounding fart.
"Did you hear that?", asked Tommy.
"Of course I did!", said David, a bit worried.
"This one is going to be deadly, I'm sure, just wait until you smell it", said Emma, giggling.
Tommy smelled it and groaned loudly. He started squirming and knocked on the wardrobe to attract David's attention.
"IT SMELLS DEADLY IN HERE! HURRY UP AND FIND THE KEY!", pleaded Tommy, who took another very small whiff and uttered an acute sounding squeal to express his pain.
The smell leaked outside of the wardrobe and spread across David's bedroom. David smelled it and felt sick.
"Okay, okay, I'll hurry up, she's stinking my bedroom so badly I need her to get out of my house!", said David.
"I think you need to get rid of all your clothes now, hehe", said Emma, giggling.
David was not feeling very well, the smell was spoiling his lungs, but it was nothing compared to the smelly inferno that Tommy was experiencing inside the wardrobe, which was impossible to endure. David could not find the key anywhere, and he wondered where he had put it.
"I'm sorry, I have looked for it everywhere, but still couldn't find it", he said, sadly.
"NOOO!!!", said Tommy, actually crying this time.
"I feel bad, too. I'm scared of being in small closed places, and hope YOU're going to find the key, or else I'll make your whole house smell so bad you'll have to reside somewhere else!!!", said Emma, angry at David.
David's heart was pounding faster, he knew in what trouble he was getting to, but he couldn't find the key anywhere.
"Look, I'm going to find it, no matter what", said David.
"It better be true. I'll give you one more warning!", said Emma, ready to unleash another deadly stink bomb.
PFFFSSSRRRRRRTTT!!!
Tommy went into a catatonic state after taking a small whiff of that unhuman stench, not being able to respond anymore to external stimuli, but still being able to fully smell Emma's farts. The only thing Tommy could do now was twiching and shivering.
"Oh goodness, he's almost dead!", said Emma, a bit concerned about her friend's mental sanity.
The stink in David's bedroom got much worse after that fart. David had trouble inhaling that painful putrid aroma.
"Look, I'm leaving, good luck you two!", said David, not wanting to breathe that horrible stench anymore.
"YOU'RE NOT LEAVING, YOU HAVE TO FREE US FIRST!", requested Emma.
"No way I'm staying in this smelly bedroom, bye!", said David, running away totally disgusted.
Even the kitchen smelled really bad, but at least David could breathe safely in there without choking. His mom was still outside, enjoying the outside air.
"What if she finds out that there is a skunkette in our house? I have to do something!", thought David, looking for a hammer to destroy his wardrobe. Tommy was knocked out and David's bedroom was too smelly to be endured easily, but David had to do it, or there will be troubles. He knew he had to do it, so he entered his bedroom.
"YUCK! It smells gross in here! Okay I'm going to save you!", said David.
"Hurry up or it's going to smell much worse!", said Emma, still very angry.
David hit his wardrobe with a hammer. Bad move, the skunkette got scared.
She screamed in fear and let out an ultra deadly one at the same time.
David smelled it and was about to puke his lunch out.
"I can't stand it!", said David, running away.
"Well then, it's your fault if you'll have to evacuate your house because of the toxic smell", she said quietly.
David went out of his house to enjoy the fresh, non-stinky air. He breathed deeply and smiled. It was such a relief not to have his nostrils assaulted by that unethical stench. Tommy, on ther other hand, had completely passed out. It sure is not a good thing to be trapped inside a wardrobe with a claustrophobic skunkette.
"I'm really sorry", Emma said to Tommy, "But sure thing I'm going to make him PAY for not freeing us!"
David was really happy, but also anxious. How can he sleep in that bedroom again? Skunkette flatulence lingers for several days, and he knew that! He hoped the kitchen wouldn't get much stinkier than it already is, but he knew it was probably going to happen. He was worried about his bedroom, it will be extremely difficult to get rid of that nasty smell. Also, he started to panic because he knew perfectly that his mom was going to find out there was a skunkette locked in his wardrobe. He started feeling sick from anxiety and sat down on an outside chair.
Emma laughed and farted.
PFFFSSSRRRTTT!!!
Now the air in David's bedroom was literally impossible to be inhaled, and nobody could last more than a few seconds basking in that skunkette's flatulence. Poor Tommy, not even a shower will get rid of the smell that's crawling on his nose. Unfortunately, David's mom entered the house and screamed:"EEEWWWWWW!!!", holding her nose, and then covering it with her shirt and uselessly wafting the air around her. The kitchen has become extremely smelly, but still survivable, unlike the now uninhabitable David's bedroom.
"WHAT'S THIS HORRIBLE SMELL!!!???", asked David's mom, hardly enduring that terrible stench that permeated every inch of the house.
"I don't know, mom", said David, terrified because he imagined what the smell would be like in his bedroom.
"I have to find out where it comes from", she said.
David knew it was the end. His mom was looking for rotten food in the trash and in every part of the kitchen, but everything seemed alright. She couldn't understand how such a strong smell could even exist. Rotten food was nowhere to be found, so she thought it was a gas leak. Well, technically, it was, but it came from Emma. She was about to call someone to fix the gas leak, but David stopped her, knowing it would mean even more trouble if someone else discovered it.
"Mom, it's not a gas leak, it... it comes from my bedroom", he said.
They both entered the bedroom and screamed from the extremely foul smelling odor that filled the entire bedroom. They couldn't enter it.
"WHAT WAS THAT?", asked his mom.
"I'm sorry... there's a skunkette inside my wardrobe", he admitted.
"How did she enter it?", she asked.
"I locked her in because she and her friend came here, and I thought you were going to be angry at the skunkette"
"I'm not angry at the skunkette, I'm angry at YOU"
"I know, I know"
"Release her from your wardrobe, now!", she said, in a threatening tone.
"But... it really stinks in there! I don't want to go!"
"You're going"
"No"
"Well then, you're not going to stay in our house anymore if you don't. You'll have to MOVE!"
David was scared, so he held his breath and entered his bedroom.
His eyes and nose were watering. He took the hammer and almost destroyed the wardrobe, but as he sniffed the air, he screamed loudly, knelt on the floor with his head down, cried, and exited the room very quickly before taking another whiff. He's now very dizzy and doesn't know if he's able to hit his wardrobe another time. He went outside, breathed fresh air and went inside his bedroom once again holding his breath. He took the hammer and finally destroyed the wardrobe, with the stink that accumulated inside finally escaping, turning his bedroom in a truly hostile wasteland. Emma took the unconscious Tommy's body and ran away, before being stopped by David's mom.
"I'm sorry for what David has done to you, please punish him, I beg you!", she said.
"Okay!", said Emma, smiling with her open mouth and then giggling.
Emma and David went inside David's dad's old now unused car, and David's mom locked them inside.
"I hope you're ready to smell the apocalypse, nyaaa!!!", said Emma.
PRRRRRRFFFFFFSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!!
The car was filled with a stench that was one order of magnitude higher than the nastiest adjectives that exist in the English language. David didn't breathe at first, but as soon as he took a small whiff, he cried and begged for mercy.
"Please, I'm so sorry!!!", he shouted.
"I'm not letting you go, fufufu", she said, letting another fart.
PFFFFFFSSSSSSRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!
She kept punishing him for hours, and she had so much fun. Now the car has been turned into something else, something that cannot be breathed at all.
"Thank you", said David's mom, enjoying David's painful expression, that if he was a cartoon, it would be green.
"No problem", said Emma, smiling and closing her eyes.
"You're still going to sleep in your bedroom, David, even if it stinks", said his mom.
Emma giggled and gave David's mom a high five.