Rogue the Bat Farts on a Cake
#10 of Random Stuff
Rogue had a bad feeling as she moved quietly down the big metal hallway. She could hear machinery humming and a beep here or there, but there was almost no activity inside Eggman's base. The evil scientist had been way too quiet lately and she decided to investigate just to see what he was up to.
Pretty soon she came to an automatic door which hissed open as she came near. The room beyond was dark and she stopped for a second. Crouching down, she slipped her shoes off. The heels had been clicking too loudly, but she was completely silent on her big smelly feet. Trapped inside her footwear all day, they were covered in sweat and picking up every particle of grime on the floor and providing fertile ground for foot fungus of every imaginable variety.
Only a step inside the room, she felt something other than the floor beneath her searching toes. Something soft and spongy, oozing up between her toes as she shifted her weight forward and flattened it into the hard floor.
Although completely destroyed, she could tell what it was from the chunks of pink plastic-like matter clinging between her toes. A cupcake? What would that be doing in the middle of Eggman's factory?
Her hand found a switch on the wall and flicked it. Bright white lights winked on, causing Rogue to squint. What came into view was actually a kitchen rather than some robotic facility. Apparently this was where Eggman satisfied his sweet tooth. And it was completely unguarded.
The winged bat rubbed her chin until she spotted a table with something on top of it. A devilish grin crossed her face. She was going to fart on Eggman's cake.
A serene landscape sat before her. White frosting atop a spongy marbled foundation. Red and blue sprinkles scattered among larger gumdrops, fenced into a perfect rectangle by red frosting. The delicious sight held Rogue's gaze longer than she would have liked.
She hopped up, slapping her feet on the table to either side of the cake. Bending over, she stripped her tight pants down her butt cheeks. They jiggled about, sagged heavily by gravity as she maneuvered into position so that she was squatting with her ass directly above the surface of the cake.
She began to lower her rear at a slow rate, biting her lower lip. She had to wrestle this moment to savor from her desire to jackhammer her butt down. A bead of sweat raced down from her lower back and between her quivering ass crack.
At last contact was made. What occurred on the surface of the cake was akin to an apocalypse. The weight of the plump ass pressed down and expanded as it plowed through the frosting. Spongy matter split and broke at the edges while an avalanche of displaced frosting spattered the table. Elsewhere, the pulverized cake crawled up Rogue's ass crack and she let out a sigh of ecstasy.
For a moment she paused allowing the heat radiating from her ass to soak in to the flattened pancake of mush she was now squatting on. She flexed her hind end back and forth slowly, driving the moist goo further up her banana chute. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she felt something primordial brewing in her stomach.
A cheek-clapping fart snarled out of her ass with enough force to blast chunks of cake against the far wall. Her butt jiggled, churning the cake's flattened remains.
It was more than she could take. Rogue's body shook as she climaxed, standing up to allow a waterfall to douse the remains of the cake. She also farted as she came, staining a big stainless steel fridge with another shotgun blast of soggy cake chunks.
She stood there, feeling the pressure as her ass was sealed. A deep breath to collect herself and she then bent forward, squatting and pushing at the same time. A stream of liquified cake mush and frosting poured out of her ass like silly string.
All was still for a time and then one last burst of ass gas came out, finishing with a high pitched squeak and a spritz of sugar-imbued anal froth.
With her mission complete, Rogue kicked open a metal vent and departed from the base.