This. THIS is the first N fart story I ever wrote. I wrote it in October of 2020, and I had it in my notes for so long because I planned on uploading it at a later date. However, I decided this was it. I HAD to upload it. Since my writing skills have minimally improved since then, this might seem a bit cliched. However, I made it out of frustration, since I couldn't find any N fart content that I liked (N fart content I didn't make does exist, but it's rarer than a Shiny Suicune with Pokerus). Obvious warning: This story contains fart fetish content. If that's not your thing, this might not be the story for you. As usual, this story is subject to changes because of my indecisiveness.
It was 1:30 PM. N was at home, laying in bed with his blankets over him. He wasn’t wearing his white shirt, but he was still wearing his khakis and black shirt. He was playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate as Ness. He’d been playing for about 5 minutes, since he knew Zorua found it fun to watch. He didn't consider it a "mean" game, since the non-victorious characters were always so enthusiastic after the match. He was fighting against Banjo and Kazooie on Wuhu Island Resort. While Ness was repeatedly punching the duo, a Poké Ball appeared, and unfortunately, Banjo got to the ball first. A Mimikyu popped out and grabbed Ness, who was only able to escape because N kept mashing the buttons on the Joycons. N thought, Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. If Banjo hits me, then I’ll be knocked out of the park! Then, as luck would have it, a Killing Edge appeared, and Ness got it before Banjo could get his hands on it. When the sword glew purple, Ness swung it and hit Banjo, sending the bear flying off the stage with his bird.
“See you later, haters!” N said when he won the match, quoting Goyangi. He played for at least 10 more minutes before he started to feel hungry. N went into the kitech to get something to eat, Zorua following close behind, but he didn’t know what he was in the mood for. He searched the refrigerator... all that was left that caught N’s attention was leftover spicy ramen. Nothing too fancy, just some beef flavored top ramen with chickpeas and cayenne pepper added to it. The aroma of the pepper tickled his nose. “Kinda basic, but a true classic,” N quietly said to himself. “Besides, it’s actually pretty good.”
N ate the ramen to the very last drop. Having satisfied his hunger for the day (he wasn’t a big eater), he sat on the couch and read his favorite book, The Lightning Thief. Zorua always liked to read with N, as it helped him connect with him more. Even after reading it so many times before, N always enjoyed the book the same. He started from the beginning, and continued reading...
Oh dear! N had been reading for so long that it was getting dark outside! He looked at the clock, and it read 9:21. He’d been reading for about 8 hours! Was he really that serious about his book?? Flustered, he hurried to the bathroom to get ready for bed. His usual bedtime routine followed (I won’t bore you with details, since you came for the good stuff). He got into bed, but before he could turn off the light, he suddenly felt a horrible pain in his stomach, which had become bloated like a Wigglytuff and was gurgling loudly. His face turned ghost white. He instantly knew what was about to happen. Yet, he knew that it was all he could do if he wanted his stomach to feel better. N lay on his back, put his blankets over his lower half, and pressed on his belly, bracing himself for the worst.
*Bbrruuuppptt*
N let loose an audible, yet somewhat quiet fart that startled Zorua awake, and even N jumped a little bit. His stomach still hurt, so he continued applying pressure. The gas wafted out from under the blankets, and N caught a whiff of the awful stench. It was incredibly potent, pungent enough to make anyone, even N, feel sick, especially with his strong sense of smell. N tightly pinched his nose.
“AAAWGGH!!! Pee-yeeuuww!! What a STINK!! Oh, I’m so sorry, Zorua!” N exclaimed. He looked over at a teary-eyed Zorua, who was covering his nose in absolute shock. N felt so bad for Zorua, since he couldn’t do anything about the stink, nor could he even get out of bed since his stomach hurt so much. At this point his butt also hurt, so walking would be painful anyway. All he could do was suffer from his own noxious clouds, and BOY were they stinky! It was so bad that N had to close his eyes, for they were stinging from the fetid stench. N felt another fart coming on, and he just couldn’t resist the urge-
*PRRRBBLBBLBBRBBTT*
N farted more loudly than before, grunting in the process, and it was super deep and bubbly. The smell was even worse this time, making N feel extremely nauseous and immediately begin coughing.
“Pee-yeeuw, that’s so BAD!! Eugh, it’s so STINKY!” N felt so sick and dizzy, he thought he might be expelling toxic gases (It sure smelled like poison!). He was absolutely mortified, his face redder than a Charmeleon, and the awful stink just made his embarrassment worse, despite the fact that he was alone (except for Zorua, of course, but you know what I mean). He knew he had to continue blasting gas to make the stomach pain go away, but the smell... oh, the smell! It was so unbelievably putrid, you’d think he’d eaten rotten Brussels sprouts or something. N could hardly believe that he was capable of making such a horrible stink. The embarrassment was too much for him to bear, and tears were filling his eyes, though he was unsure if it was from the shame or from the strength of the overpowering funk. Unfortunately for N, he wasn’t about to stop farting anytime soon.
*FFRRRRPPPP* *FLLAAAPPPRRT* *PLLRRRBBBT* *BLPLplpBrrRP* *PFFLLFLFLRRrrrrrtt* *brRRrrptpt*
“AGH!! That one absolutely REEKS!!”
*FLAAAAPT* *FFFLLLRRTTT* *PFFFLLRRRT* *PHHHHBBBLLLLLBBBBBPPPPPP* *FFFFFLLLLLRRRBBBLLLPLLLLRRTTT*
“Ngh... this is awful...”
N’s stomach finally settled down enough for him to move again, but he still couldn’t get out of bed. N kept his nose pinched while switching his position to one similar to downward dog, in that his butt was positioned outward, except he lay on his chest with his other arm tucked under him and his knees were tucked under his stomach. He clenched his teeth, bracing himself for another extremely sickening stink bomb. This one would be the worst of all. Zorua dove under the bed to escape the noxious fumes that were about to be expelled. Zorua covered his nose, then N farted so loudly that he probably could’ve caused an Audino to go deaf.
*pllllllllrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPrrrttt*
N’s stomach finally felt relieved, so he sat back up, but much to his dismay, he had stunk up his entire room with his unbearable flatulence. That last fart was so putrid, so eggy, so foul, so acrid and burning, that an unlucky whiff could cause you to pass out. N was still farting, of course, but now they weren’t as forceful or frequent as they were for those 2 uncomfortable minutes, even though they still smelled as rotten and eggy as they had at the start of the ordeal, and as they had always. “Pew! I sure am a stinker, aren’t I, Zorua?” N chuckled, fanning the air with his hand and still pinching his nose. Zorua nodded in agreement, then fainted from the terrible smell. “Phew, that was awfully stinky! The smell started out like how it normally is for me, but then it really kicked up! Now it’s lingering in my room... great.” N pulled the neck of his shirt over his nose and returned to playing SSBU for 5 more minutes, then he turned off the lights and finally went to sleep, his bed being warm and cozy (though quite smelly) from all that gas. When he was about to fall asleep, N remembered Goyangi, who would certainly appreciate his gas.
It was 1:30 PM. N was at home, laying in bed with his blankets over him. He wasn’t wearing his white shirt, but he was still wearing his khakis and black shirt. He was playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate as Ness. He’d been playing for about 5 minutes, since he knew Zorua found it fun to watch. He didn't consider it a "mean" game, since the non-victorious characters were always so enthusiastic after the match. He was fighting against Banjo and Kazooie on Wuhu Island Resort. While Ness was repeatedly punching the duo, a Poké Ball appeared, and unfortunately, Banjo got to the ball first. A Mimikyu popped out and grabbed Ness, who was only able to escape because N kept mashing the buttons on the Joycons. N thought, Uh-oh, I’m in trouble. If Banjo hits me, then I’ll be knocked out of the park! Then, as luck would have it, a Killing Edge appeared, and Ness got it before Banjo could get his hands on it. When the sword glew purple, Ness swung it and hit Banjo, sending the bear flying off the stage with his bird.
“See you later, haters!” N said when he won the match, quoting Goyangi. He played for at least 10 more minutes before he started to feel hungry. N went into the kitech to get something to eat, Zorua following close behind, but he didn’t know what he was in the mood for. He searched the refrigerator... all that was left that caught N’s attention was leftover spicy ramen. Nothing too fancy, just some beef flavored top ramen with chickpeas and cayenne pepper added to it. The aroma of the pepper tickled his nose. “Kinda basic, but a true classic,” N quietly said to himself. “Besides, it’s actually pretty good.”
N ate the ramen to the very last drop. Having satisfied his hunger for the day (he wasn’t a big eater), he sat on the couch and read his favorite book, The Lightning Thief. Zorua always liked to read with N, as it helped him connect with him more. Even after reading it so many times before, N always enjoyed the book the same. He started from the beginning, and continued reading...
Oh dear! N had been reading for so long that it was getting dark outside! He looked at the clock, and it read 9:21. He’d been reading for about 8 hours! Was he really that serious about his book?? Flustered, he hurried to the bathroom to get ready for bed. His usual bedtime routine followed (I won’t bore you with details, since you came for the good stuff). He got into bed, but before he could turn off the light, he suddenly felt a horrible pain in his stomach, which had become bloated like a Wigglytuff and was gurgling loudly. His face turned ghost white. He instantly knew what was about to happen. Yet, he knew that it was all he could do if he wanted his stomach to feel better. N lay on his back, put his blankets over his lower half, and pressed on his belly, bracing himself for the worst.
*Bbrruuuppptt*
N let loose an audible, yet somewhat quiet fart that startled Zorua awake, and even N jumped a little bit. His stomach still hurt, so he continued applying pressure. The gas wafted out from under the blankets, and N caught a whiff of the awful stench. It was incredibly potent, pungent enough to make anyone, even N, feel sick, especially with his strong sense of smell. N tightly pinched his nose.
“AAAWGGH!!! Pee-yeeuuww!! What a STINK!! Oh, I’m so sorry, Zorua!” N exclaimed. He looked over at a teary-eyed Zorua, who was covering his nose in absolute shock. N felt so bad for Zorua, since he couldn’t do anything about the stink, nor could he even get out of bed since his stomach hurt so much. At this point his butt also hurt, so walking would be painful anyway. All he could do was suffer from his own noxious clouds, and BOY were they stinky! It was so bad that N had to close his eyes, for they were stinging from the fetid stench. N felt another fart coming on, and he just couldn’t resist the urge-
*PRRRBBLBBLBBRBBTT*
N farted more loudly than before, grunting in the process, and it was super deep and bubbly. The smell was even worse this time, making N feel extremely nauseous and immediately begin coughing.
“Pee-yeeuw, that’s so BAD!! Eugh, it’s so STINKY!” N felt so sick and dizzy, he thought he might be expelling toxic gases (It sure smelled like poison!). He was absolutely mortified, his face redder than a Charmeleon, and the awful stink just made his embarrassment worse, despite the fact that he was alone (except for Zorua, of course, but you know what I mean). He knew he had to continue blasting gas to make the stomach pain go away, but the smell... oh, the smell! It was so unbelievably putrid, you’d think he’d eaten rotten Brussels sprouts or something. N could hardly believe that he was capable of making such a horrible stink. The embarrassment was too much for him to bear, and tears were filling his eyes, though he was unsure if it was from the shame or from the strength of the overpowering funk. Unfortunately for N, he wasn’t about to stop farting anytime soon.
*FFRRRRPPPP* *FLLAAAPPPRRT* *PLLRRRBBBT* *BLPLplpBrrRP* *PFFLLFLFLRRrrrrrtt* *brRRrrptpt*
“AGH!! That one absolutely REEKS!!”
*FLAAAAPT* *FFFLLLRRTTT* *PFFFLLRRRT* *PHHHHBBBLLLLLBBBBBPPPPPP* *FFFFFLLLLLRRRBBBLLLPLLLLRRTTT*
“Ngh... this is awful...”
N’s stomach finally settled down enough for him to move again, but he still couldn’t get out of bed. N kept his nose pinched while switching his position to one similar to downward dog, in that his butt was positioned outward, except he lay on his chest with his other arm tucked under him and his knees were tucked under his stomach. He clenched his teeth, bracing himself for another extremely sickening stink bomb. This one would be the worst of all. Zorua dove under the bed to escape the noxious fumes that were about to be expelled. Zorua covered his nose, then N farted so loudly that he probably could’ve caused an Audino to go deaf.
*pllllllllrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPrrrttt*
N’s stomach finally felt relieved, so he sat back up, but much to his dismay, he had stunk up his entire room with his unbearable flatulence. That last fart was so putrid, so eggy, so foul, so acrid and burning, that an unlucky whiff could cause you to pass out. N was still farting, of course, but now they weren’t as forceful or frequent as they were for those 2 uncomfortable minutes, even though they still smelled as rotten and eggy as they had at the start of the ordeal, and as they had always. “Pew! I sure am a stinker, aren’t I, Zorua?” N chuckled, fanning the air with his hand and still pinching his nose. Zorua nodded in agreement, then fainted from the terrible smell. “Phew, that was awfully stinky! The smell started out like how it normally is for me, but then it really kicked up! Now it’s lingering in my room... great.” N pulled the neck of his shirt over his nose and returned to playing SSBU for 5 more minutes, then he turned off the lights and finally went to sleep, his bed being warm and cozy (though quite smelly) from all that gas. When he was about to fall asleep, N remembered Goyangi, who would certainly appreciate his gas.
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Pokemon
Gender Multiple characters
Size 60 x 74px
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Great story! I like how you describe the situation. I know what it's like to search for stories about your favorite characters but find nothing, it's a good thing you were able to do yours justice!
Thanks :3
There are plenty of stories about N, but there’s almost no N fart content. I plan to change that.
There are plenty of stories about N, but there’s almost no N fart content. I plan to change that.
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