After some time of waiting, Fluttershy doesn't appear to be home. Disappointed Twilight frowns and began to turn to take her leave, but just then the door opens. Twilight perks up and turns back towards the door only to be hit by an odorous fragrance that wafts out in her face which smells vaguely of rotted veggies, moist garbage, feces and soured milk all mixed up and turned into a personal nasty shake. And Twilight couldn't take it. She began teetering to the left and then to the right... And then down face first in the dirt.
Her vision blurs and in front of her she can see yellow hooves and hear a distorted voice say, "Oh my..." Before succumbing to unconsciousness. Her tail in the air flowing back down behind her rump.
Twilight awakes in Fluttershy's cottage sprawled out upon her back on the couch. The lingering smell from earlier still burning away at her nostrils. She flinches and sits up hoofing away at her muzzle trying to get out that burning sensation, but to no avail.
"What made this horrid smell! It's worse than my gas... Oohh... Speaking of which," Twilight had thought for a moment that her gas subsided, but nope. It was just biding its time. She sprawls out on her tummy and lets her flatulence boom forth. Her tail blowing and smacking against her back from the tremendous built up pressure. She slowly edges her rump up in the air letting the rest of her gas flow. She groans and sighs heavily as her cheeks jiggle and clap together the sound becoming deep and moist by the moment. Finally, a last few little toots squeak out like rubber toys. Satisfied with her relief she smiles, but grimaces as she slowly wafts her hoof in front of her muzzle, "Better..."
"Twilight, are you alright?" Fluttershy stands with her head slightly tilted having seen Twilight let loose.
"Yes, I'm fine for the moment. I actually need your help. I have this horrible spell cast on me that won't stop making me fart. I was wondering if you could teach me how to hold in my gas while I'm around others," Twilight asked.
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