Due to the undetected and devious-natured addition of digestive booster powder (somebody's idea of a hilarious yet cruel prank) to her currently enjoyed lunch consisting of leftover chicken-fried steak, cauliflower and garlic-infused mashed potatoes, Yang found herself becoming gassy more quickly than usual - and the gas which was currently brewing up inside of her was more intense than it usually was following such a meal. Not even halfway through her delicious lunch, she clutched her active & gurgling stomach in digestive distress, feeling as if a whole half-day's worth of gas was currently working its way through her stomach. It seemed that whoever had decided to pull such a digestively destructive prank on her had gotten what they wanted...most likely, at least.
"HNGH- ...what's going on today? How is what I usually eat making me THIS gassy!?" Yang concernedly asked herself as she attempted to make a mad dash to the bathroom for some much-needed and assuredly private digestive relief. However, due to how the combination of food and powder was currently causing her digestive system to work overtime, she was only able to take 2 steps before...
*BBBBBRRRLLLLOOOOOORRBRLRBRLRBRLRBRLRBLRBRLRLRLRLLLLRRRRRRPPT!*
A loud, thunderous, 7-second ripper erupted out of Yang's shorts-clad butt with the loudness of a motorcycle engine revving up and the intensity of a bubble jet commonly found in public pools. Although the blonde Huntress was known for releasing some sickeningly gross, surprisingly wet & bubbly farts, what just came out of her butt was far wetter, bubblier and more disgusting than anything which she had ever released before. Not only did the sound itself make her want to gag from immense disgust, but the stench - the worst part of that "mega"-fart by far (as was usually the case when it came to her) - was off the charts in terms of rankness. It heavily reeked of rotten meat, vegetables, garbage and garlic. It smelled so bad that Yang was surprised at how the paint wasn't peeling off of the walls.
"EUGH, that stinks! What the HELL made me fart like that!? I swear, if I get to the bottom of this and find out that it was some dang prank that led to this...grr, whoever did this is gonna pay with their sense of smell!" Yang angrily exclaimed. At the rate which the smell was spreading throughout her living quarters, she was concerned that her entire home would reek of her gassy release in no time. While she desperately wanted to open the nearby window, located only a few steps away, in order to allow for the horrid-smelling fart air to be able to exit the confines of her home, she was concerned about how taking so much as another step would cause her even further tremendous-scale digestive upset. Alas, the stench was really beginning to get to her, so she decided to take a risk and, in the process, a careful step.
What's the worst that can happen? Yang thought to herself. As it turned out, however...
*bbBBBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBBRRRRLLLLLLOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRPRRPRPLRPRLRPRPRPRLRLRPLR PLRPLRPLRPLRPPPRRRLLLLRRRRRRPT!*
...a 13-second bubbly disaster of a fart which somehow put her first powder-induced release to shame was the worst possible outcome. With the alarming loudness, how wet & bubbly (as well as noticeably sloppy) the sound proved to be, and the near-deathly fart odour adding to that of her previous emission, Yang had just released what she (legitimately) thought was one of the grossest farts to have ever been released throughout human history. Her butt was beginning to smell like a biohazard, and her home was on the verge of being uninhabitable with how awful it smelled thanks to all of the hot, nasty air erupting out of said butt. All Yang could do was cough a few times in complete disgust and clutch her still-active stomach in desperation and distress.
"WOAH, it seriously reeks in here! Why am I still- HNGH...sooooo gassy, though!? I can't take the pressure anymore! I need to just let it- HNNNGH...all out!"
As much as she wanted to try to make a beeline for the bathroom once again, she knew that she wouldn't be able to do so without releasing what would undoubtedly be a flatulent disaster & a half in the process. Accepting her fate and preparing herself - nose and all - for what was about to occur, Yang let out a considerably louder-than-usual groan and attempted to empty her stomach of all of its gassy contents, hoping to be done with this nightmarish situation afterwards...
*BBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRRRRRRPPP!*
*PPPLLLLLLLRRRROOOOOOORRRRPLRPLRPLRPLRPLRPPPPLLRRRRPRPRPRPRPRRRRPT!*
*BBLLLLLRRRRROOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRBBRRBRBRBBRBRRRRRLLLLLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBBLBLBLBL LLOOOOOORRRRPT!*
Three last farts - lasting 7, 9 and 12 seconds respectively - constituted the remainder of Yang's tumultuous tummy troubles for the time being. Each one brought with it a surprising loudness, a wretchedly gross sound and the unfathomably rank, seriously near-deathly smell of her lunch mixed with a dumpster's worth of garbage and near-pure sulphur. The smell permeating the entirety of the air within Yang's home was bad enough to clear out an entire conference hall. It was bad enough to legitimately be considered a biohazard. She would need to clear out the smell for at least a week or so before feeling comfortable enough to welcome visitors once again, as it would definitely take a rather lengthy while to rid her living quarters of such a nose-torturing stench.
"Phew, thank goodness THAT'S all outta me! For a second, I thought I'd be ripping the worst gas imaginable for a really long while!" Yang exclaimed, curiously feeling the seat of her shorts with the palm of one hand and not being surprised whatsoever when she felt how unusually warm (from her unusually intense and stink-rich bout of gas just now) it was. As much as she wanted to perform a brief 'smell test' on said palm, she quickly decided against it seeing as how the smell already more than noticeable within her home was comparable to that of a toxic mist. She let out a few more coughs before covering her nose & mouth with part of her shirt and proceeding to open up as many windows as possible. The faster she could allow the stench to dissipate, the better.
Time to find who messed with my food and REALLY make their nose pay! Yang thought to herself, realizing that her recent display of exceptionally powerful and gross flatulence had to have come about due to somebody tampering with her leftovers. She already had a few potential suspects in mind.
Who would she pay a visit to first, though?
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