Street Performing

Along the next street Liz and Morgan turned into was a swarm of foottraffic and a lineup of street performers playing dreary songs on guitar, captivating a small crowd with magic tricks, and even one older man playing spoons and earning a few conciliatory coins in his bucket.

"I don't see how this is gonna help us make money." Morgan tilted her head at Liz, who brushed off her skepticism with a broad, confident smirk.

"Well, check out the talent on display." She gestured the lackluster offerings still managing to attract a few furs, "Meanwhile we've got some real talent right here." She chortled with a slap of her rump.

"Oh, God!" Morgan covered her mouth, shoulders bouncing up and down with reserved laughter, "Liz, there's so many people..."

"So many people with money!" She corrected her friend, and then strolled a little ways along the thoroughfare and stationed herself between two of the street musicians. "Hm. Morgan? I'm going to need your help here!"

"M-My help!? You're kidding, right!? I'm not a walking whoopee cushion like you!"

"No, no! I need you to hype me up. Y'know, like a carnie calling everyone over to come look at the freak." She gestured to herself as if this were a term of endearment.

"This is so embarassing..." Morgan joined Liz, slapping her forehead but smiling all the same. She couldn't deny that her new friend had already managed to coax her so much further out of her shell than she ever thought necessary.

"Ahem. Uh, LADIES AND GERMS! ONE AND ALL! COME FEAST YOUR EYES AND YOUR NOSE ON THE GREATEST FARTER ANTHRO CITY HAS EVER SEEN!"

That was enough to stop a couple people in their tracks and have them wring a finger in their ears. Had they heard that right?

Liz wiggled her fingers in a cheeky wave, starting to lean into a variety of poses and crack off a short, but incredibly piercing fart on the apex of each one.

"YOU'VE NEVER HEARD FLATULENCE LIKE THIS BEFORE! PULL HER FINGER IF YOU DARE!"

Liz waggled said finger, offering it around. First, to the two street musicians who were now struggling to focus on their performance, then random passersby in the street. It wasn't long before a younger wolf who couldn't believe what he was hearing stepped up to the plate.

"But you're a girl!"

"The gassiest girl you'll ever meet! If you really don't believe me, just pull my finger and find out!" She extended it to him enticingly, waggling her eyebrows.

The wolf shrugged, scoffed toward his buddy and then leaned over to give it a tug. That was all the sign Liz needed to really show off.

She raised a leg and balanced deftly on the other, angling herself over to one side and screwing her eyes shut to **** out a loud, beefy, terrifyingly bassy butt blast. By the ten second mark a few other pedestrians had stopped to see what was going on. By twenty seconds there was laughter building up around her. By thirty the laughter grew only more intense.

Liz's face was perfectly calm through the entire rumbling rip. The smell was already reaching the other street performers, and Morgan, and it wasn't just the length of this one that left an impression.

"Eugh, Liz!" Morgan coughed and held a finger under her nose.

But Liz just beamed and turned herself away from the crowd, derriere pushed out; the star of the show. Soon it passed forty minutes, then fifty, then a minute. A circle of confused and confounded spectators had gathered around Liz now, many shifting over from the other performers.

"No way is this real! She's got a speaker or something!" A gruff older beaver shook his head.

Liz just shot him a glare and backed up in his direction. "Don't believe it? Feel for yourself!" She shook her denim-appareled ass, making the pitch warble for a moment before returning to its previously consistent roar.

Tentatively, the beaver reached a hand down and against Liz's rear, as if it were freezing outside and this was the only heater in sight. Instantly he could feel the hot rush of wind and leapt back, exclaiming in shocked amusement and then curiously sniffing his hand.

"H-How long has it been going!?"

"How is it possible!?"

Liz just bent over a little further, hands down on the ground and butt raised high. She reckoned it was at around the minute and forty five second mark, but frankly she was having too much fun to pay attention.

A handful of onlookers walked off, offended, but even more remained and watched in a kind of morbid curiosity.

Then, the money started coming. Coins tossed at Liz's feet at first and then notes. Liz let the long one rumble out and instead pumped farts rhythmically, a sort of booming PPRT-BBRT-PRRT in perfect tempo. By now some furs were actually applauding her talents. Morgan had never imagined Liz's flatulence could garner anything more than sneers and disgusted glances, but it turned out a great number of the general populace found it as funny as she did. Or maybe they were just so bemused that they didn't know how else to respond.

For the next half hour Liz continued to show off, never losing steam and always finding new and bizarre ways to display her abilities. She might have gone for even longer, but Morgan was genuinely concerned about the two of them getting pulled in by some overzealous security guard or cop for public indecency.

The girls collected the cash and circled back to the main street they'd branched off from, a few enthusiastic furs applauding Liz as she left. She turned to give them one law bow (complete with a short, bouncy fart).

"Phew, Liz! I was already impressed, now you can consider me blown away."

"In more ways than one, heh!" Liz nudged her friend's shoulder. "Not gonna lie, though, I think the tank's a little on the empty side after all of that."

"Is that even possible?"

"Well I'm never totally out of farts, but if I tried to do that again right now it'd all be little puffy ones."

"Then I guess you've earned some fuel." Morgan giggled and started to count out the money, "Holy crap, Liz! Your butt just got us $75!!"

"Thank you, butt!" Liz glanced back at it.