You groan and slowly lift your rear off the ground - waiting for a gut quake to force you to slam it back down - but you are able to hold it for now. You simply cannot go into Ponyville in this state; you cannot think of a worse first way to greet other ponies than by polluting their air and perfuming mainstreet with your intestinal fumes. Instead maybe you can find something in this nearby forest to each your stomach. At least in the forest you'll be able to let out the gas without worrying about being heard or seen.
Trotting into the forest you slowly begin to wonder if you had made the best choice - as the common, even spacing of the trees gives way to a tangle of branches and wild overgrowth. The path to Ponyvillie was hard enough to see at night - but the sky darkening canopy of the looming trees above is much worse. It seems after a few steps you can hardly even see the way back, and your ears lower nervously as you wander further.
The sudden growl of something out there making you freeze in your hooves.. before you realize it is your stomach flaring up again. Biting a lip, you look around and can hardly see anything, much less anypony. As another wave of uncomfortable fumes sweeps through you, you lift your tail, biting your lips as a loud "FrrrrRRMP!" issues from you - rustling the tall fronds behind you. Of course that butt-trumpet is only the herald of more gas to come, as your stomach rumbles lowly, causing you to lean down and lift your rear. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pressure eases out of you in a tail fluttering, poooshing of fetid fumes - warming the air around you with the rancid stink of burnt starch and ex-vegetables for at least ten good seconds. Panting a bit in much needed relief, you catch a whiff of the lingering stench; resolving never to have carrot juice with potatoes before bed again. You hastily trot out of the area, leaving the plantlife to suffer that miasma you left in your wake.
Things seem on the upside though; as you soon find yourself wandering into a hoof-beaten track cutting through the forest. Not knowing which way goes which, you simply pick a direction and go. After a few minutes of walking through; you notice the sound of something behind you. Glancing back you cannot make out any figures in the darkness of the wood, and the bending of the trail all through the forest simply adds to the obscuring effect. Gulping a bit, you trot on more quickly, before pausing to listen in; hearing the equally rapid approach. With a gallop through the forest you pant; racing along the path as whatever it is behind seems to follow all the swifter. However the combination of full stomach and running only infuriates your gut further, bringing you to a halt with a cramp of discomfort, as your pursuer draw's near. You groan; knowing your bright orange coat makes hiding impossible, and your thunderous stomach prevents you from running. Peeking back you brace yourself and..
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