(TEASER) Number One Fan Chapter 2 – What Happens Offstage.
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CONTENT WARNING: The following chapter contains vivid depictions of OLFACTOPHILIA and FORNIPHILIA.
NUMBER ONE FAN
Chapter 2 – What Happens Offstage.
Written by HumbleHeretic
[ARE YOU ALL READY FOR THE FINAL MATCH?!!]
““WWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHH~!!!!!””
The speakers blare with the enthusiastic voice of the announcer, raining down on the massive crowd gathered at the stadium. The response is even more enthusiastic, a truly deafening cheer coming from all those still hyped from the previous matches that had taken place. Whether it’s their first time attending such an event in person or if they are veterans that had seen every show in their region since launch, the fanaticism displayed by the crowd is at a peak rarely seen during the pre-splice age. The greatest amount of enthusiasm naturally comes from those with the best seats. Sitting front row are naturally the most die-hard fans who will even employ unscrupulous means to get their hands on tickets early. This is the best spot to really see all of the action raw and in your face. It’s easy to guess that competition for such spots would be fierce, it’s common for ticket selling sites to experience server crashes on the day of sales even in this advanced technological age. It’s therefore much easier for a person to stick out when they’re enjoying such a luxury viewing distance for the first time.
“Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, I think that’s my seat uh, over there.”
Who the hell is this guy?
This is the internal reaction a lot of the front-seaters have as they watch a young man making his way by like a timid lamb amongst a pack of crazed and fanatic wolves. If not for the stringent security measures at such venues, one would think that he’s a minor with how meagre his stature is, it’s likely that he’d just turned eighteen. That in itself is nothing rare, however to see a fresh eighteen year old manage to get himself a seat in the front row is rather abnormal. And that isn’t the only thing abnormal about him. Everyone around him is completely decked out in merch, all rocking a strange combination of attire like they’re min-maxxing their fan stats, however not only is this young man wearing normal clothes, but said clothes seem to be in tatters as well. As a matter of fact, his pants look to be falling apart, completely held together by nothing but duct tape running up the crack. He wears a belt that is also held together with duct tape, it’s as though he’s cosplaying a homeless person. And his look isn’t the only thing that screams homeless.
“Ugh, what the fuck is that smell?”
“Yuck.”
Though each individual’s voice can’t be heard amidst the wild cheering, the sentiment shared among them is definitely the same, this guy stinks.
“…”
Chad is on the verge of tears from nervousness as he timidly passes by all the others in the front row, apologizing in his mind while keeping his mouth tightly closed. It’s only natural that people would be paying attention to him, everything about his current state sticks out like a sore thumb. His clothes are one thing, the clothes he’d come with that had been roughly put back together with duct tape since obviously neither Mei nor Carmen would have a spare change of clothes for the young human male to change into. They really should have thought about that before the Panda went and ripped his pants open, however there was nothing that could be done in the heat of the moment, Chad himself was happy to sacrifice his cheap clothes to get to participate in the nasty stuff they did a while ago.
But besides his clothes, there’s another thing that he can feel people’s eyes being drawn too, the comically large “drink cup” he’s carrying in his hands. The drink cup is clearly Anthro-sized, looking more like a massive popcorn bucket than something a regular person would drink out of. It’s strange enough seeing a human carrying around such a thing, especially so for a human of his size. As he totes it to his seat, his hands were beholden to how heavy and warm the “cup” is, even after some time has passed he can feel the sheer heat of the “contents” contained inside leaking through the card-like material of the cup.
“Phew”
The young man is only able to breathe a small sigh of relief at last seeing that the seat assigned to him is a comparatively isolated one. At least this way he won’t have to bother the other viewers more than necessary with the smell coming off of him. Chad humbly dips into his seat while still enduring the scrutinizing gazes of the other fans. He places the large and heavy cup complete with cover and large straw onto his lap, now feeling the warmth on his thighs through his cheap jeans. While trying his best to ignore the gazes on him who seems clearly out of place, he pinches the front of his jersey that had been mostly hidden by the cup just now.
As mentioned already, the clothes he’s wearing now is the same set that he was wearing while servicing Carmen’s cock and smelly butt. The area he pinches is still slightly slimy and sticky, there lies a big stain like it’d been washed with dirty water, as though he really is cosplaying a homeless person. Having only gotten the chance to wash his face, all of the Doberman’s precum is still soaked into the fabric of his clothes. The pungent, tangy, fishy odour of potent Anthro cock spittle envelops his chest, that’s only part of the pungent odour that the other viewers smelled. The rest is naturally that of the rotten, eggy flatulence Carmen had pummelled his face with at the last moment. Even after some time had passed, the stench of that single fart still faintly lingers on his clothing, the nasty stench seemingly woven into the fibres of his clothes and now bathing his face together with the smell of cock, ass and precum as he sits in place. The various odours are overwhelming as they emanate from his own clothes, however at least he’s far away enough from the others that it’s not much of a bother. That and he’s already endured a stench tens of times worse in the form of a fresh hot fart to the mouth earlier. A little residual ass and fart stink isn’t much to the human at this point, the stuff packed into his “drink cup” though…
[Looks like the crowd’s still heated and ready to go! And I can’t blame you, our next two competitors need no introduction, starting with the powerhouse in the far left of the field!]
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