Swiftcurrent Creek A fart is just a turd honking for the right of way

Mom and/or siblings? @Paarthurnax @Trajan @Julius @Durnehviir :)

For the first time in his life, Relonikiv's tiny features scrunched into a frown: his little brow furrowed and his lips pursed, the corners turning downward. He squirmed, loosing an unhappy grunt. Sprawled near his mother's belly and cushioned by his larger litter mates on either side, he couldn't move much. Instinctively, he curled into a tight ball.

That's when an explosion of noise erupted from the puppy's rear end. As the horrible scent filled the den, his smile returned to his lips and he emitted a happy sigh. He relaxed, though the low, continuous rumbling in his tummy implied that there would be more where that came from and that little Relonikiv would soon release more than only smellz.

Julius was a light sleeper during this young age. The slightest movement of his constantly squirming siblings woke him up. The small movement of Relonikiv had awakened him this time around. With a small yawn, his mouth parted. All he had done was eat and sleep in the few days he had been in this world. As sleep was gone, that meant it was time to eat. Except, he was not hungry for once.

Without the slightest idea with what to do, he sat there idly until something new happened. A new scent showed itself. So far, scents had been things of comfort that made him happy. Now, this new scent was not a good a thing. Julius whined in protest at the offending smell. He squirmed closer into the big furry milk-giver, as if it would somehow protect him.

The boy was rather annoyed by his sibling's squirming, they were constantly shifting around and awaking him. Trajan writhed around in his spot, attempting to find a comfortable position again, his brother having awoken him, but it vanished and now the silver pup was very annoyed indeed. Letting loose a loud unhappy grunt, he began rolling around, if he had to be awoken by someone, then everyone had to be rudely awaken too. His features creasing into a frown, twisting around angrily.

Then the smell came, it was a bad smell and the boy didn't like it. He batted at the air blindly, still writhing around, his paws colliding with the tiny body beside him, he paused now, emitting loud annoyed whines and grunts, hoping the warm giver of food would awake and deal with the offenders.

Mom and sister are welcome to pop in anytime. :)

He was a happy child by nature, though this didn't stop him from grunting in surprise when a paw clouted him. He instinctively tried to roll himself away from the flailing limb, though there wasn't far to go, as another furry body (Julius) blocked him. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Unaware that Julius was doing the same thing, Relonikiv pressed his face into their mother's side. Her warm fur and skin comforted him. He lay still, certain that he was now out of range. Sadly, he was mistaken; he felt another kick to his side. He jumped and began ramming even harder into Paarthurnax, determined to escape Trajan's strikes.

Between the pressure (physical and emotional) and a third hit to his tiny gut, another burst of gas exploded from Relonikiv's hindquarters. The runt twisted suddenly, jerking his head away from their mother's warmth. It rested now on Julius, with his posterior angled toward Trajan. None of this was intentional, yet it was the only (bio)weapon left in his arsenal.

Sorry for the lateness! I hadn't realized another round had started.

Julius felt Relonikiv join him in sticking his head in the fur. When Relonikiv jerked, Julius had a smaller, duplicate reaction at the force of the movement. With a grunt-ish sound, Julius squirmed backwards, escaping Relonikiv's movements.

The smell had cleared for the moment, and it was safe to breathe without his head in his mother's fur. The freedom quickly ended, as Relonikiv released another dose of horrific gas. This caused Julius to go back to the previous position. Not any sooner than he had done that, Relonikiv turned around and rested his head on Julius's back. Julius was complacent with that, as he had escaped the scent and Relonikiv seemed to have settled down.

When he was just about to try to get back to sleep again, his younger brother released another more of that disgusting smelly gas. How could the milk giver stand this smell? Trajan tried his best to bury himself into Paarthurnax, literally ramming himself into her, a few moments later, he twisted his head wondering if the smell was gone. It was fading, which was good and a happy smile touched his lips.

The tiny silver pup rolled sideways, attempting to find his previous position before all this happened and go back to the peaceful world in his head. While he was rolling, one of his paws accidentally smacked Relonikiv's butt, he didn't do it on purpose of course, deciding to stop hitting his brothers for now. This time, it was his clumsy paws that were at fault.

For just a moment, it seemed the three brothers would settle back down and go back to sleep (or whatever puppies did when they were just lying there). Relonikiv felt quite comfortable and content in his current position. The slow rise and fall of Julius's small flank threw him back to his comfortable stay in their mother's womb, when they had free-floated with the beat of her heart always in the background.

Trajan disrupted his peaceful reminiscing with a sound smack to the butt. The litter's youngest member was not prone to crying or other outbursts, so what popped out of his mouth instead was a surprised, Ooo! He then kicked his back feet, his tiny paws digging into his elder brother's ribs. Because Relonikiv was so much smaller, it probably felt like a massage more than anything and the force of it pressed the smallest puppy away from Trajan and further on top of Julius.

In fact, he was soon out of Trajan's reach altogether. Relonikiv sensed that he might fall, so he quickly curled into a ball atop Julius. He looked like a tiny kitten perched on a mound of snow. Unless Julius minded the small bit of added weight on his back, Relonikiv could easily fall asleep up here, especially considering the new and improved sensation of his entire body, not just his head, rising up and down with his brother's breath.

He had entirely forgotten the original reason for the unrest in the den. It only came back to him now, in the form of another smelly fart. Only this time, it wasn't just air that came shooting out of Relonikiv's little bottom. A spray of brown liquid burst out of him at such a high speed that much of it overshot Julius, painting the stone floor beyond him. Some of it dribbled out of his tiny bum, though, temporarily staining poor Julius's virgin white coat...

Julius was already drifting back to sleep when Relonikiv squirmed entirely on top of him. He let out a drowsy yelp of complaint, muffled by his mother's fur in his face, but didn't do much else to complain. The added weight made him feel heavier, which he mistook for drowsiness.

He was almost asleep when Relonikiv released his final act of smelliness. The milk-giver's fur did a good job of blocking most of the smell out. When his brother leaked his fecal matter onto him, he swung his head a bit in protest to the feeling of the stuff wetting his skin under the fur. It was soon forgotten, as the new feeling lost its newness. Julius eventually fell asleep, as if nothing had ever happened.

Trajan did not know what was happening to Relonikiv or Julius, his eyes had not opened yet and he was always drifting back to the realm of sleep. He shifted on his spot, shoving his head into Paarthurnax's fur and wriggling so the whole of his body was literally pressed against her. With his face buried firmly in the milk giver's soft fur, and his mind drifting slowly away, the last dose of smell his littlest brother emitted did not bother him.

His gut ceased its rumbling and Relonkiv sighed as a sense of relief washed over him. Suddenly, he was quite ready for another nap. Mindless of the mess he'd made, he shifted his weight and slid off Julius, onto the side opposite of Trajan. It was impossible to ignore the rank smell in the den, though eventually his little nose grew used to it. Anyway, he could put a paw over it (his nose). In just such a position, he fell asleep with the rest, leaving their poor mother and aunt to deal with the hideous mess.