[Farts, Corruption, Punk TF]

“Rebecca Meyer! For the fifth time this week, would you stop revving your bike in the middle of class?!”

“Quit calling me by that lame name, and maybe I will! It’s Viki! It’s a much more wicked name than that lame shit!”

It was another ordinary school day for most students. But the two that were busy arguing weren’t most students, even if they stood on the complete opposite sides of the spectrum.

On one side stood Clair. A religious girl with a bit of a strict edge to her. Whenever she saw somebody committing a crime or even just something slightly bad, it wouldn’t be long before she came running and ranted their ear off for their awful misdeeds. Combine that with her tendency to wear the extremely conservative school uniform, which left barely any skin exposed and left her a pure maiden to the eyes of the public, and she was a real thorn in many unruly students’ sides.

On the other, currently sitting on the comfortable seat of her rather large motorized bike, was Viki. She didn’t want to be called anything else, especially not her real name. She had tossed that shit aside when she found the real passion in her life. The more her parents tried to stop her from indulging, the more independent she grew. How she got the bike in the first place was a mystery, but nobody really wanted to try and find out because of the people Viki had befriended.

“I will not! As long as you keep causing trouble, I will continue to treat you with the exact kind of respect you deserve! Which is none at all, Rebecca!” Clair shouted back at her direct opposite. Her platinum blonde hair and fully covering outfit contrasted the rebellious girl’s red half-shaved head and ripped clothes, further serving to drive a wedge between the two. She couldn’t believe somebody would tear themselves apart in such a fashion and enjoy it too.

Viki grit her teeth a little. She knew that if she stuck around… Well, the teachers would be one problem that would be on her heels, but the girl’s equally annoying friends would be hot on her tail too. She really should just get out of here while she has the chance. Not to mention that sticking around would just result in more lecturing and ranting.

God, why did every single damned girl in this city have to be like this? It wasn’t just the girls either, she could barely find any boys that didn’t adhere to the rules. What was so bad about breaking the rules and living life a little? If it was up to her, then she’d outlaw laws and just have fun from there.

“Piss off. I’ll do what I want.” Viki said as she lifted her leg over the bike and got properly seated. She just wanted to drive off into the sunset and deal with life from there. But she didn’t know where she should go, and she knew that taking off without a destination in mind would just get her lost.

As she dwelled on the thought, and she heard Clair continue to chew her out, she also heard the sound of other students gathering. There they were. The peanut gallery. The same ‘kind-hearted’ saps that also tried to lecture her. They were like a bunch of identical sisters, all of them ranting at her with different levels of honesty. Hell, she saw one of her former punk friends standing side by side with them. Did they get through to her and stop her from being free..? Damnit..!

“Quit this farce, Rebecca! Your parents are worried about your continued disappointing behavior! If you quit now, I can put in a good word with them, the church and the school! You can return to your former standing and you can live the life you were destined to live.” Clair made one final appeal, before clearing her throat a little. “Please. Sister.”

That was exactly what Viki didn’t want to hear. That bitch dared to abuse their bond as siblings? Fuck it, now she had no reason to stick around. But before she left, she had to make sure that she gave them everything they deserved.

Viki revved up her bike as much as she could. Listening to the engine roar as she couldn’t hear those idiots and their lawful words any longer. She could drive for hours with this sound pouring through her ears… But that wasn’t what she wanted to do.

No, she was going to give them a faceful of what really mattered. The exhaust gas of her bike, the only smell she needed on the road. And for good measure, she was going to take their morals and make some ‘exhaust gas’ out of it. It wasn’t like they’d be able to smell it over the bike!

“Rebecca!” Was the last thing the punk could hear before she started peeling out her bike, sending a powerful burst of exhaust gas straight at them. She even made sure that she gyrated the bike a bit back and forth to really spread the gas around.

And at the same time, she pushed and ripped the biggest fart out of her ass that she could. A bonafide *BRRRRRAAAAAPPP* resonated with the sound of her bike, the noxious green gas leaving her hot pants as it mixed together with the smoke from her favorite vehicle.

Viki grinned as she heard nothing but coughing behind her. It seemed like her little plan had worked. Now those annoying sisters would stop getting in her way. Hell, they were probably going to pass out from how much she revved the bike. Nobody could handle that much smoke, she was sure of it.

“The hell are you thinking, Viki!?”

Viki blinked as she heard a louder voice shout over her bike, causing her to let go of the pedal and look back over her shoulder. Who the hell dared shout at her like that..?

Upon looking back, she felt her heart pounding against her chest. Because instead of that lame sister of hers standing there trying to chew her ear off with her endless ranting, she saw a fuckin’ beauty and a half.

It was clear that it was Clair. Only somebody like her would have those platinum blonde locks. But they had been shaved into violent looking spikes instead of neatly reaching down to her shoulders. And instead of wearing that lame habit that covered everything, she wore a low-cut top that was cut in such a way that she already showed off all the goods, despite the fact that she was supposed to be covered by the clothes. Not only that but she wore a pair of leggings that were barely holding together, with so many gaps in them that her delicious thighs were on full display.

“C-Clair? That you?” Viki asked, blinking a little. She was completely ignoring all the other girls that had gone through just as many drastic changes, her sister’s dramatic makeover was much more interesting to her… ‘cuz they were sisters, of course she still cared underneath her punked facade.

A leather boot found its way onto her bike’s back wheel as the owner scoffed. “Clair’s a shitty name, sis! You know I tossed that away the moment we became punks!” ‘Clair’ replied, smirking as she leaned closer. “It’s Chaos. Now scoot over, I want a ride on your big boy.”

Viki’s heart throbbed as she listened to her sister’s new self. It was… This was what she had wanted for so long. How’d it happen though? Did her… Oh, shit, was that even possible? “Chaos, did you smell something when you got peeled?” The redheaded punk asked as she shifted her butt forward ever slightly, so that her sis could sit on the same seat.

“I could smell your damn farts! I couldn’t even smell the smoke, it was just your fucking gas!” Chaos shouted as she wrapped her arms around her sister-punk. “And it’s the real good shit too. Come on, you wanna give this lame town a taste of its own medicine, don’t you?”

With her sister now egging her on, and the fact that it was extremely obvious that her farts had been the catalyst for this change… Well shit, what could Viki do? There was no other option than to go hog wild and just see how much she could change!

“Okay, but you’re helping out. We’ll really give the town a taste of our ‘exhaust fumes’!” Viki laughed, her sister joining in as the engine roared to life once more.

Before they stomped their feet onto the pedal, they bit their lower lips and ripped as much ass as they could, the brassiest *BRRRRAAAAAPPPP*s echoing behind them as their gas started leaking out.

The second they felt the warmth in their asses, they both stomped on the gas pedal and let it rip. The exhaust fumes loudly and proudly poured out as it mixed together with their own odors, turning into that powerful punkifying gas.

And while they weren’t able to see it, the school was definitely affected by it once they took off. Turning the formerly strict and rule-abiding school into little more than a den for punks like them. Cracked windows, graffiti done on every wall. Hell, they could hear a couple screams from those punks that liked to fuck all day too… But they wouldn’t be going back there any time soon. They were satisfied with giving it a facelift using their gas.

Viki wasn’t going to spare the town at all. Whether it was the lower end of town or the higher end, she was going to blaze a trail through it. And the more she drove, the more she made sure to fart as much as she could, letting the exhaust fumes fuse together with the punky odors to really spice the town up. Chaos lent as much of a hand as she could too, farting much more than her sister because she didn’t have to focus on the road.

While most of the lower end of town didn’t change much, because it was already run down, the inhabitants certainly did. From trying to look better than their standing, they abandoned any need to look pretty. They wore all the ripped clothes they wanted, and even tattooed their new way of life on their bodies. It wasn’t uncommon to see ‘PUNK’ written somewhere on a new punk’s body if they were from this part of town.

The church was another part of town that stood out. Because it was here a lot of the inhabitants decided to gather for their sunday sermon and other religious matters. After getting blasted with the sisterly punk exhaust, it looked a lot more run down. All of the religious symbols were torn down and replaced with pure anarchy, while the modest statues had been replaced with busty beauties on the verge of getting fucked by some invisible force. Something to get everyone in the mood.

But the part of town that got the worst treatment was the high-end district. A set of shops, boutiques and cafes that all were catered to the richest of the rich, all gathered at a single roundabout. Which made them all the perfect target for the two punks.

They drifted and revved the engine as much as they could. Driving perfect donuts. And by the time they left, the district would never look rich again. From fine dining cafés to bars that sold you a beer if you could chug it. From shops catered to rich interests to punk shops that sold nothing but the kind of stuff a punk would need. And from boutiques that sold the most uselessly expensive clothes to pound shops that sold you the trash that any punk would treasure and wear like their life depended on it.

Viki grinned as she finally came to a stop outside the town, looking back at the sign that welcomed new visitors. And after looking at her sister, they both revved the engine one more time and ripped ass at the same time.

As they drove off to enjoy their new free lives, the only thing that remained behind was the altered and rundown sign that ‘welcomed’ anybody that wanted to visit the town.

“WELCOME TO PUNKSVILLE. NOW PISS OFF.”