Twilight felt an agonizing pain in her stomach which bloated, along with slightly loud and long churning, preventing her from moving. It was then that a massive, blaring fart that was blasting out of her rear and lingered for quite a while in the basement.
Twilight coughed from the pungency of her fart, which stunk worse than a silent but deadly one.
"Eugh! That reeks!" Twilight said while disgusted, then retching. Noticing that the pain was gone, Twilight galloped upstairs and closed the floor door that was leading to the basement. "Okay... I think it's gone." Twilight said confidently. Unexpectedly, her butt trembled from the gas it continued to pass. Turns out, Twilight has absolutely no control over her gas, and it was enchanted to be significantly worser than typical intestinal gas attacks; for Twilight, it lasts for months, becomes very frequent, smells as bad as rotten eggs (at least), and it varies in volumes and lengths.
"That so-called 'cure' was a misnomer! What am I supposed to- [rumble] ohhh...." Twilight poots, then rapidly farts up a storm. Twilight wrinkles her muzzle due to her smelling a lot of the gas. "I could try something."
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