Tinysmut Day 18
“Your days of trifling with heroes are over, Mephitizer!” Hyperstripe declared, flying overhead of the villainous skunk, his own tail and green cape flowing with the wind.
“I've seen how you've been turning my fellow heroes into skunks and have come to put a stop to it!”
Mephitizer chuckled, pawing one of the canisters at his waist, generously filled with his own effluvium.
“If it isn't the skunky little do-gooder, Hyperstripe. Ya know, we should be on the same side! After all, we DO both love the musky stench of our fellow skunks!” He suggested.
But the green and black suited hero simply floated high above him with a frown.
“That's where you're wrong! I'm no dim, stink-loving mephitis, you cretin! And now, the only place you'll be enjoying your devious odors is jail!” Hyperstripe declared as he nose-dived down.
But as soon as he was about to hit the villain, the air around him exploded into a thick, green fog, courtesy of the “gas grenade” stationed at the villain’s hip.
Hyperstripe immediately began to sputter, his lungs being forced to inhale the musk.
“W-where'd you go villain?” The heroic mephitis inquired, oblivious to were changes were being made to his body
As he continued to suck up the effluvium, his body thickened. His jawline became brutish and sturdy. His appendages ballooned out with a combination of muscle and chub
His body as a whole expanded, even his formerly chiseled six pack bulging over his spandex pants in a new gut.
“C-come face me, you c-coward… y-your stinky scents won't do anything to uh skunk like me!” He declared, still trying to avoid inhaling the musk.
Though the contrary was clearly true, even if it couldn't be seen by any onlookers or even the hero himself, as even his fur became haphazard and coarse instead of the expertly groomed, soft coat he previously toted.
Soon enough, he wasn't even trying to avoid sucking up the gas.
Instead, the brutish skunk was ADDING to it!
Hyperstripe giggled vapidly as he raised his tail and let out a loud, brassy fart.
FFFRRRRRRTTTTTT
“Hehe. Skunks are so stinky.” The former hero guffawed as he lumbered out of the gas cloud before the villain.
“Now what was that about skunks being immune to my gas, Hyperhuffer?” Mephitizer inquired to the dull skunk before him.
Though, of course, Hyperstripe simply chuckled before letting out a toot as part of his response.
FRRRT
“Guh-huh-huh. Heroes stinky.”
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Heroic Discharge
"Grrrrr. SNAP OUT OF IT, POWERBARK!" Ursa Major roared at his hypnotized superfriend, the bulky wolf hero having been turned into a much rounder, though still massive, skunk by Mephitizer.
"YOU'RE NO DIM SKUNK! YOU'RE A RIGHTEOUS HERO!" The hulking bear reasoned.
Though, the thoroughly zonked skunk simply let out a giggle and turned tail towards the rest of the hero league.
They all frowned at his self-debasing actions.
"Hehe. Skunks super stinky!" He blabbered unintelligently before letting out a fart that enveloped his former team.
Mephitizer watched the whole scene play out from behind Powerbark, a wide grin on his muzzle as he got a front row seat to watch the former wolf betray the rest of his team.
Sputtering sounded from the flatulence cloud as it dissipated, all of the heroes attempting to clear their lungs of the stink. Though, when the thick, fetid smog finally evaporated, the beloved hero league stood much differently.
Instead of the admirable, heroic forms that they had not even a minute earlier, in each of their places now stood hefty, much more chub-ridden skunks.
Some of the heroes groaned, trying to regain their bearings, especially while now being assaulted by additional mental influences they were much less accustomed to. Influences such as their added heft, an odd affinity for the smell in the air, and… their urge to fart too?
An air-headedness seemed to accompany some of them, just as it had Powerbark, a giggle beginning in their own muzzles as small, odoriferous toots left their idly-raised tails.
Ursa Major brought a paw to his head, now recognizing his own mental changes, only to see his new jet-black paw.
"W-what is this, Mephitizer? Is this your doing?" He groaned again, the stench of his dimming teammates beginning to waft into his and the other still coherent heroes' snouts.
"MINE?! Of course not! This is ALL Powerfart wanting to share his super skunky smell with you!" He beamed.
Powerbark giggled dumbly at the mention of his name
Ursa Major grimaced, his head already feeling lighter.
"S-so big… and round…" He noted, now viewing his new pudgy form, only to lift his arm and give his pit a sniff, suddenly picking up a heavy aroma. "A-and smelly…"
"Well of COURSE!" The skunk villain agreed.
"It's normal for a super ripe skunk to have a bit of heft! A little roundness to their lazy forms. And stink is even MORE normal! It's NATURAL for skunks to just lift their tails and rip a good fart!" He added.
This seemed to send the hero captain's mind into a spiral.
"B-but… we-we're heroes… not skunks…" He reasoned.
Though, many of the heroes behind him failed to maintain that sentiment, their nobility and loyalty to their citizens seemingly lost to their new thoughts of stink and laziness, not even thinking twice as they let loose mind-addling farts.
The sounds alone riled the former bear's mind, but the stenches that quickly entered his snout and traveled all the way down to his lungs were absolutely all-encompassing. The big shot hero leader couldn't think of anything else OTHER than his fellow heroes' musky flatulence!
"G-guys… stop stinkin' up da place…" Ursa Major commanded weakly upon taking a deep snort of the air.
Though, his erratic huffs of the stink-permeating fog showed his true feelings of the thickening, smelly miasma.
It was all too intoxicating. The skunk stink, the heft he now felt.
Despite his stubbornness to try and hold on to his heroic morals and pride, with ALL of the other heroes in the league letting out mind-muddling, through-disrupting farts, it was impossible for him to NOT want to join in! He WAS a super stinky skunk after all!
"Duh-huh-huh-huh…" Ursa Major began in a groan, only for it to quickly mold into a chuckle.
"Skunks stink so smartly!" He blabbered before crouching slightly, flagging his tail, wincing, and ripping a loud, brassy fart that filled the air around his group of dim, giggling former-heroes.
PPHHRRRRRTTTTT
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Time to kick off the VS section of Smash or Pass VS! Yeah I changed my mind, we're starting immediately but just keeping it at 1 a day for a bit cause I'm busy.
The bone devil is 9 ft (2.7 m) tall and probably has enough handholds between the spikes to avoid being stabbed! The stinger is poisonous, and they can see in the dark. They're driven by hate, lust, and envy, so unsurprisingly they're the law enforcement of hell. But they actually fanatically follow the law, and are at least open about it when they're blatantly evil.
To the right is the Magma Mephit. 4 feet (1.2 m) tall and a bit slow at comprehending what's being said or done around them, but they can even summon friends! Just bring some sort of fire protection, as prolonged touch can start to damage organic materials. Still, nice if you're into temperature play!
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gale & the magma mephit
so remember that time where the protag can save mirkon and gale will tell you about summoning not only tara as a boy, but a magma mephit as well:
and you do meet a magma mephit during his ressurection protocol.
first, gale's projection will tell you about it:
and then the magma mephit will of course appear once you actually do use the flute and letter as instructed:
back in early access days, those lines always got me thinking and it had always a headcanon of mine that the magma mephit in gale's story ("nice fellow. we kept in touch.") and the magma mephit involved in gale's resurrection protocol ("stay clear because the little camp can melt metal." + "of course, in walked the housekeeper. screaming, yelling, panic, and before you knew it: fire everywhere.") are one and the same.
well, i was parsing through gale's patch 4 files today and found this new (to me, at least) line:
Gale: I may have summoned things rather more exotic than a winged cat.
Player: Such as?
Gale: There was that magma mephit once. K'ha'ssji'trach'ash, in fact. You met him.
i'm beyond excited that my little headcanon was confirmed.
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