"I can't think of anything else I need. Wanna just head back to the dorm?" Morgan asked as she stood up.
"Sure," Liz said. "I mean, if we stick around here long enough, I might get us banned from every store here!" She punctuated this by ripping a quiet, yet audible fart that made a slight purring sound that she stopped as soon as she had gotten back on her feat, as if the force of the fart propelled her upward.
"Good point," Morgan said as the two headed for the exit. "Still, Liz, that was insane! That one super long one that poor badger didn't even notice..." Morgan chuckled a bit at the recent memory and shook her head in disbelief. "You know, at first, I wasn't sure I believed you when you told me in the dorm how gassy you were. Now I'm starting to think you were actually making an understatement!"
Liz giggled and opened her mouth to say something, but Morgan interrupted. "And don't tell me... there's still way more where that came from." Liz enthusiastically nodded, her lips forming into a proud smirk. “You really are a never-ending supply!”
As if to confirm what Morgan had said, Liz began ripping an extraordinarily loud fart that got the attention of most of the nearby shoppers. Morgan giggled and looked around everyone's reactions. Some were glaring at the skunk, a few pretended to ignore it, and others were smiling or laughing. The group of shoppers who had been behind the girls quickly retreated to a nearby store.
Something drew Morgan's attention back to Liz – the tone of her fart significantly changed. It was still loud, deep, and rumbly, but it sounded muffled, similar to a muted trombone. When Morgan looked back at her new friend, she realized the cause: Liz had placed a paw on her rump. Morgan guffawed quite loudly as Liz rapidly alternated between taking her paw off and putting it back on until she finally finished her fart with an exaggerated sigh of relief.
Before joining Morgan in laughter, Liz took the paw she had been farting on and put it next to Morgan's snout. Morgan had hardly caught a whiff of the sulfurous stench, as she had instinctively swatted Liz's paw away almost instantly, but still smelled enough to realize how foul it was. “Liz, that is awful!” Morgan said, still chuckling.
“Hey, look on the bright side,” Liz said, “at least I haven't eaten anything today that really gets to me.”
Morgan stopped in her tracks, clearly caught off guard by this comment. “You mean to tell me, you can get even gassier?” Liz nodded with a toothy grin.
"Jeez," Morgan said, shaking her head in surprise at the mere thought of Liz being even gassier than she had already demonstrated. "You know, I bet you never had to learn how to swim: with all that gas, you should be buoyant enough to float."
Liz laughed. "You know, I haven't gone swimming in a while. Maybe we should go when it's warm so we can test your theory."
"You know... before today, I didn't think I'd ever talk about farts this much," Morgan said.
"What can I say?" Liz slyly said, "I bring out the best in others." Morgan bit her lip a little nervously. "Something wrong?" Liz asked her.
"This is probably gonna sound weird, but... I gotta admit, I'm a little jealous."
"Jealous!?" Liz practically shouted in surprise. "Of what, my farting!?"
"Keep it down, you don't have to let the whole mall know!" Morgan said, blushing slightly.
"Sorry," Liz said, speaking softer, "It's just... that's the first time I've heard anyone say that."
"Really?" Morgan asked. "I figured some of your other friends would have felt that way too."
"If they did, they never said anything," Liz said with a shrug. "I especially never expected to hear one of my girl friends say that. I mean, when you fart like I do, guys don't exactly line up to go out with you," Liz said. For the first time since she met Morgan, Liz had adopted a straight face. "That's the only downside to my condition. It's like guys always see me as one of them, you know what I mean? Yeah, I've had plenty of guy friends, but I never really had a boyfriend."
"Sorry," Morgan said, "all I meant by it was that if I could fart like you, you have no idea how much fun I'd have with that!" After a brief pause, she added, "Okay, maybe you know how much fun I'd have, but it's a figure of speech."
Liz's smile returned to her face. "You know, it'd be nice to have a protégée," she said. "When we get to the dorm, I might try my hand at teaching you a thing or two."
"Really?" Morgan asked with an eager smile. "Gosh, I feel so immature getting excited over that," she realized aloud a moment later.
"Really," Liz said with a nod. "I doubt I can quite get you up to my level, but I'd like to find out what a regular fur is capable of."
Whether subconsciously or consciously, the girls started walking faster after this part of the conversation to get to the dorm faster. They barely caught a bus as it was about to leave.
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