Liz decided she couldn't bear the pain of holding the gas in, and besides, Morgan was going to have to get used to her gassy ways, so why not just go full on and get it over with? Break the ice, in a weird sort of way.
Liz stood up from the sofa, looking down at Morgan, who returned with a glance of confusion.
"Are you ok, Liz?" She asked, completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
The skunk smirked narrowly. "I'm about to be..."
Liz turned around, facing her plump, jean-clad skunk butt level with Morgan's face, and pulled her large, fluffy tail to one side.
With a lip bite and a steady push, the skunkette felt a deep, full fart rumble into her tight jeans, feeling the thick vibration of the noisy, bassy fart lasting for about six seconds: six whole seconds of uncouth, unsanitary skunk flatulence. Most furs would have felt some degree of shame letting rip into someone's face like that, but Liz had done it too many times in the past to care.
She cut it off abruptly - she easily could have held it for a little longer if she wanted to, but she didn't want to subject Morgan to any more torment than she already had.
Liz grimaced awkwardly as she turned around to gauge Morgan's reaction...
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