Super_BlueBoy 🔜 FWA

New comic I got from @pastelassz of Beau getting himself WAY in over his head with a big, stinky dragon girl,, Will he ever learn 😩 🐉 - @SophieYeen7

Salem didn’t take it lightly that her favorite shirt got ruined

''Do you really need this job that badly? Fine, but for desperate little sluts like you, we only have openings for butthole cleaners! Keep it very clean with that nasty tongue~'' c for @TokaD10 and @Sylos10

Penny had company over, a real man, and let simon sit and watch. !CW #fart #cuck!

!CW #fart! Simon pissed penny off taking too long in the shower in the morning, he needs to be taught why

Finally getting better at blender! Wrote a story for this below, main themes are CNC, stockholm syndrome, and humiliation -> If you like stories a lot, I recommend you read the story first, then watch the animation. When an opportunity to earn seemingly free money came up, I didn’t hesitate to jump on it. Being handed a chance to do something new while getting paid is not something you find often, so I called up the number and scheduled my appointment. I felt pretty warm and well greeted after getting to the lab, met with snacks and kind staff. The waiting areas seemed oddly nice for a smaller, experimental company. As I sat and listened, I couldn’t help but get a sinking feeling. I’ve been to many appointments over the course of my life- it’s just natural. Something was different. Why were there so many odd precautions and signs? The warnings about biohazardous materials and tests were almost obsessive. While the staff just seemed to wear simple lab coats and undersuits, the layout of the building felt creepy. Scheduled for tests today, I was led to wait in a small room. The room itself seemed so fake, a staged display of “comfort”. The little decorations appeased the waiting subjects as if they were appeasing cattle. It seemed like they just wanted to move people through, conduct their tests, and move on. I guess this meant I would get experimented on and get out quickly. I signed the contracts quickly, just wanting to get home. The isolation and slow, dragging hands of the clock on the wall wore me down. I’d sign whatever they wanted at this point, not bothering to read anymore. The door to my room opened with a soft click. I sank deeper into my chair as the new employee entered. Adorned with latex, chains, and a mask was a fluffy skunk. While they were beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare. The soft rubber wrapped tightly on their fur, held down by equipment and a harness. They had a radio, tablet, and other small vials on their harness, clipped with D rings to be removed. The skunk didn’t speak, motioning for me to follow them. Walking through the halls, I started to regret taking this chance. As I followed, I noticed the skunk was being given air through a tank on their back. Why couldn’t they just breathe the air in the lab? Every breath I took felt wrong- I shouldn’t be breathing in here if they can’t. When I got the confidence to speak up and ask, the skunk did not respond. We quickly reached the outside of a windowless room, and the skunk stopped. Before being rushed inside, I got a glimpse of the sign on the door. A plastic card sign was printed with “Biohazard Fumigation - Wear PPE”. I knew I had made a mistake, but it was too late to turn back. The skunk sat me down on a bench-like chair against a wall. I noticed restraints on the wall behind me, small latex straps with shiny metal loops to tighten them down. I knew deep down that this wasn’t going to be safe. I told the skunk I wanted to stop the test and didn’t want to be experimented on. Their dark figure just smiled at me, pretending as if I had said nothing. Frustrated, I grabbed their arm, pulling myself up forcefully. She gave me a quick chance to sit before reaching for their vials. I tried to pull the door to the room back open but someone had likely locked it from the outside. There was nothing to wedge against or even remotely pry at. The room wasn’t a test chamber - it was a prison cell. Before I could make any other attempts, the skunk quickly slipped a needle into my upper arm. I felt a cold liquid travel through my veins. She grabbed my arm, harder this time, pushing me down onto the seat. The straps felt nice this time- being heavily sedated, it was nice to have something to hold on to. Suddenly- this skunk felt more motherly than menacing. She kept talking about taking deep breaths and listening. It was a little hard to focus on her voice, but I really wanted to listen to everything they had to say for some reason. Her words were like candy, spooning more and more comfort into my weak body. I could feel her softly brushing my ears and head, sitting next to me once I was fully strapped down. Across from me was a circular hole in the wall, padded by rubber pillows. They looked super soft, I kept imagining what it would feel like to go touch them or sit on them. The room through the hole was shadowed in darkness, a sight that would have scared me if I wasn’t so fuzzy already. I heard a click as lights switched on across from me. First, deep orange lights lit the room. I could finally see my prison- a padded room with thick rubber coating all surfaces. The lab wanted to make sure that whoever was trapped here could do nothing but accept their tests. A second circular light illuminated the pillows. Finally, a ring light snapped on in the darkness, illuminating a skunk. Unlike the other skunk, this one was fully naked. They smiled at me before turning around and stepping back against the hole. The soft pillows sealed against their butt, blocking out the brighter light from the other room. The rubber sealed tightly against their butt, liking making it airtight. Clearly this skunk didn’t need a mask since they were safe on the other side. Lights above the hole illuminated a sign with instructions for me. They were going to make me breathe in farts? That seems a lot better than what I had imagined before. My mind calmed down, no longer picturing some sort of poison gas. The skunk began filling the room with a deep brown gas. I felt oddly comforted by the soft pffttt noise, it broke the previous long silence. I took a deep breath, regretting it quickly. The gas smelled like rotten eggs- but much worse. I tried to stay calm, but I felt my vision start to blur. The skunk girl next to me was encouraging, trying to calm me and asking me to breathe. I saw her entering notes into her tablet as I got gassed. I was jealous of her mask as the air got thicker with the brown fog. It’s so embarrassing getting gassed in front of such a hot girl like this. I tried to stay calm and pretend it was nothing like she said. Why did it have to be so comforting to listen to skunks like this.. The gas didn’t stop. They kept fumigating the room, putting me to sleep, and seeing what would happen. After a while the tests got more odd. They tried putting me into a gas mask, but all that really did was make me sleep much faster. At least the skunk observing me stayed nice. The foggy fart fumes never really got better- I just had to get used to suffering through the smell. At least the foggy feeling in my head helped me stay calm. I woke up alone in my apartment. I honestly felt great- I am not sure how it ended. Did I do well for her? I hoped that the skunk observing me was happy. I really tried my best- I couldn’t do any less with someone so pretty watching me. The nervousness and embarrassment crept back in just thinking about it. Hours of her watching me try not to gag while she smiled. I made breakfast and sat at my table. My day got brighter as I checked my phone and saw I got paid for the night. A letter sat at the center of my table, propped up on a little plastic skunk figure. My name was stamped with melted wax under a beautiful crest of their logo. I should have felt angry- why would I be happy that my captors reached out to me? They drugged me and used me like a toy for their “research”, and I’m happy about that?? I took a short walk to calm down. It should have been thrown in the trash, but I read the whole damn letter immediately. My next appointment starts tomorrow.

Super soft pillow to lay on! Skunk scented too!! Also just posted another position on patreon for ppl addicted to my skunk butt #fartfetish #eproctophilia

@bunnybraps Hiiii!!!

i need to fart more who can i fart on

fart alts i havent posted for c's

@stinkirb PEAKKK

Gas alt for a sketch cm for @/amaraemeorha over on bsky! How many of these last minute gas alts am I gonna get??? Lol

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑 cw: fart 💔

Commel for @Arrell18 dont you hate it when ur sister comes into your room and stinks up the place. maybe you shouldn't hog the fan all to yourself.

@Apollo_Skox Holy peak

Of course he couldn't help himself- hope the smell doesn't bother you (too much at least~)

Who wants to see a video of me cucking @BaileyxArt ? I had to make sure i properly marked my scent on their wedding ring😵‍💫

Happy Easter!!!!

Legoshi only wanted a little assistance whike rubbing his needy cock.. 🥴 Poor guy didn’t mean to rip a fat one right in the poor hyenas fa- oh! He loooves it… look at him gag in those fumes! 🤢 I really do wonder if he can taste what ever the hell Legoshi last ate! 😵‍💫

@NastyKaroo Sooo good

Mr.Wolf knew just what a nasty fuck this rat is. He waster no time in letting his ass get nasty as FUCK before smothering the poor rat under those disgusting cheeks! Look at how much he LOVES it too! He’s happily trapping that dense smog right from Mr.Wolfs greasy windtunnel 🤢

@FartDumpsterBun 👀

OH SHIT- ITS OFFICIAL! ✨ First con in a very long time! I’m so nervous, an anxious little bean even, but I’m so excited! Hope to see and meet some of y’all there 🩵