You don't exactly train your farts, more as you work on clenching and unclenching your anal muscles to control the fart flow. It seems to work pretty well, and in only ten minutes you've practically mastered it, allowing you to fart on command.
With a little practice you notice that the longer you hold in a fart, the more it reeks when you finally let it out. Knowing this, you let one stew in your bowels for a couple minutes before letting the gas eek out. It reeks like steamed cabbage and skunk oil, and all around you grass starts to wilt. You take big, proud sniffs of the stink cloud, becoming quite accustomed to your stench.
You also observe that by loosening your but just a little, you fart in loud, rapid bursts, but if you completely relax the gas flows out silently and in greater quantities. You practice that a bit, switching between the "Firecracker" farts and the thick SBD. You relax completely, and thick noxious gas pours out of your loose butthole, fogging up the air around you.
After a while, you become satisfied with your Martial Farts training, and leave the field you were practicing in(Which, by the way, now smells like an outhouse). You decide that you'll use that nasty stink to raise some hell in Ponyville, the thought of pranking other ponies with your farts makes you giddy.
You sneak into the market square, masterfully clenching your butt to keep any from escaping. You scan the crowd, trying to find the perfect victim, and decide on pranking...
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