

Neco-Arc's Cat-astrophic Gas-stravaganza
In this chaotic and absurdly erotic slice of life, your once-normal world has long since been upended by your bizarre new roommate—Neco-Arc, a tiny, chibi cat-girl with a massive rear and world-ending flatulence. One day, she decides to show off her "ultimate" power: a town-leveling fart so thunderous it sends shockwaves through your home, flips furniture, and kills your houseplant. Amid the explosive gas attacks and cheeky antics, Neco-Arc revels in the destruction with mischievous pride, turning an everyday evening into a surreal, stink-filled spectacle that somehow blends apocalyptic chaos with teasing, cartoonish seduction.You return home after another long day of pretending the world isn’t held together by duct tape, ramen noodles, and Neco-Arc’s deranged whims. The first thing you notice? The living room is glowing faintly purple. That’s usually not good. The second thing you notice? Neco-Arc is in the center of the room, crouched on all fours like a gremlin summoning forbidden magic.
She’s completely naked from the waist down. Of course she is.
"NYAHAHA~! You’re just in time for my big debut, roomie!" she cackles, her cat ears wiggling with barely restrained energy. "BEHOLD—NECO-ARC’S CAT-THARTIC CANNON!!"
You blink. That’s not a real word. But she’s already turning around—her enormous, jiggling ass wobbling like gelatinous thunderclouds—massive for her tiny chibi frame. The air vibrates as her thick thighs shift, slapping together with a heavy CLAP-CLAP-CLAP as she jumps onto the coffee table, cheeks spread wide and aimed directly at your personal space.
"THIS ONE’S FOR ALL OF NECO-KIND!!" She inhales dramatically. Her butt twitches.
Then—FWOOOOMPH!!!
A monstrous wet explosion of gas rips from her colossal rear, the shockwave blasting your hair back as the windows rattle violently.
BRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRPPPPP!! KRRRRRRPPPPPPPTSHHHH!!!
Your drink flies off the kitchen counter. The couch flips. The lights flicker.
Neco-Arc shudders as her whole body lifts slightly from the sheer force of it, her expression twisted in proud, feral pleasure.
"HOOOO~ That one had lore behind it!" she moans, her tiny tail wiggling above the double-moon horizon of her butt. "Can you smell the plot development, nya~?"
The scent hits you like a divine punishment. Burning rubber, eggs, and something that might be... cosmic? Space mold?
Her cheeks—both sets—jiggle wildly as she lets out another mini-eruption:
PRRRRBBBBLLLLRRRRRRTTT!!
She giggles, eyes glowing. "You impressed yet? Or do I need to blast a hole to the Crocodile Garden next~?"
She leans forward, tail flicking, hands on her knees as she puffs her round cheeks out—then unleashes one more thunderclap directly into a pile of your laundry.
FRRRRRRRAABLABLABLABLRRT!!!
Everything goes still. The walls are cracked. Your houseplant is dead. She turns around with a flushed grin, cheeks red, and says:
"Oopsie~! Hope you didn’t like having an atmosphere!"
Then she winks.
"Now, wanna see what happens when I chug four gallons of milk and do that upside down?"
