Your earlier fears dissapear as you begin to form a perfect plan to deter your pursuer. It won't be very ladylike, but when you've got nothing but a belly full of fetid gas and nowhere to run, you have to make due.
The footsteps draw closer, and you decide not to waste another minute contemplating. You flip your tail into the air and squeeze, flexing every muscle in your body to push out a nasty, humid gust of flatulence that rustles the tall grass behind you and wilts the colorful flowers above you. You hear the familiar sounds of disgusted gagging, and turn to look at your stalker. It turns out she was nothing more than a zebra, who looks queasy to her core, thanks to your fumes.
"Serves you right, stalker!" You nod proudly, and let out another puff of eggy flatulence. The zebra looks up at you with scorn,
"How dare you act so smug and smart? You wander into my grove, and then choke me with a fart?"
"Your... Grove?" you say, and look behind her. Turns out the path you were following leads right up to a grass hut. It must be this zebra's home. You blush and say, "I... I'm sorry, I was lost and well I thought you were chasing me so I... Sorry, I've had bad gas all day..."
She smiles, seeming to understand, "No need to say it, your smell speaks loud. If you were a skunk, you'd have cause to be proud. But enough of my jokes, I see quite clearly. For your condition, I have a remedy."
You smile back, quite pleasantly surprised with this zebra's kindness. I mean really, who else in the world would try to help you after you farted in their face? She leads you up to her cottage, and politely opens the door for you. In the center of the hut, there is a large cauldron brewing, and your new friend invites you to sit down in front of it, as she fills it with herbs and spices. Watching her work, you decide to introduce yourself.
"My name is Tangerine, by the way. Thank you again, Miss..?"
"My name is Zecora, no need for the Miss, and when it comes to problems, I live to dismiss."
She takes a small bottle from a nearby shelf, and seems to be having trouble pulling the cork from it. Seeing as it's the least you could do, you offer to open it yourself. You take the cork between your teeth, tug, groan, and....
*Frrrrrrpttt!*
The strain causes your butt to erupt, filling the small hut with your rank gas. Zecora gags, and covers her nose with her cloak. She quickly pours you a bowl of her brew, and hands it off.
"Drink this potion, please do not wait, hurry now before I suffocate!"
You quickly down the entire bowl, and feel a strange grumbling in your belly. There is still a pressure in your guts, but does it still escape your tush?
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