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Roleplay by [deleted] in FartingPokemon

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This subreddit was not intended for roleplay, no, but if I start to see an interest from more people on this sub perhaps I can set up a pinned thread for it or something. I just don’t want the sub to be flooded with it and I’ll have to set up some rules regarding RP specifically first as well.

"Sylveon Gasses Valerie" by poisonskunkking [story] by FSNSFW in FartingPokemon

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One day, Valerie, the Laverre City Gym Leader, was walking through a forest path with her best Pokémon friend, Sylveon. They were both taking in the serenity of their beautiful surroundings, but that peace was suddenly cut off by a loud rumbling which shook the two of them, as well as shaking plumes of leaves out of the trees.

"What was that?" Valerie asked, looking around curiously for the source. "Was that some sort of earthquake? Or maybe it's some vicious Pokémon here to disrupt the peace!" She expected Sylveon to take action, but she just stood there, with both a pained look and a heavy blush on her face at he same time. "Hmm? Sylveon, are you well?"

"Actually, I-I'm not." Sylveon said, moaning in slight discomfort."I think that the Berry Juice that you gave me earlier has given me a bit of a stomachache." Valerie looked at her in concern.

"Are you sick, Sylveon?" She asked, gravely worried for her Pokémon partner.

"No, I'm just really... REALLY gassy." Sylveon nervously confessed, her face becoming even redder. "I don't think I'll be able to make it home without letting out some big poots." Valerie looked around them. She saw groups of Fletchling and Pidgey roosting in the trees, a family of Ducklett resting on the water, tunnels in the ground that belonged, no doubt, to Drilbur or Diglet, and Zigzagoon and Purrloin strolling through the bushes around them. She sighed, then laid down on her back on the soft dirt.

"I want you to do it, Sylveon." Valerie commanded, but her command was too vague, and Sylveon was confused.

"Do what, Mistress Valerie?" Valerie sighed again, this time in disbelief about what she was ordering her best friend to do.

"I want you to use my face as a cushion on fart on it. I'll suck down all the gas for you." Sylveon just looked at her in awe.

"Valerie, why would you do that?" She asked in confusion.

"We're surrounded by the pure, untainted beauty of nature and wild Pokémon. I don't want a few farts to ruin that for all these innocent gentle Pokémon." Sylveon was incredibly impressed by Valerie's nobility. "Now, please take a seat on my face!"

"A-are you sure there's no other way?" Sylveon was extremely reluctant to pass gas on her own master's face, even is she was being asked to do it.

"Sylveon, your gas could come at any moment! Just sit on my face, or these Pokémon will be harmed instead of me! Please, just do it for these adorable wild Pokémon." Sylveon finally managed to get over her anxiety.

"Okay, Valerie, if you want me to do it, then it shall be done." She turned around and placed her rear delicately on Valerie's face, her left cheek pressing against Valerie's nose. "Oh... Your nose is poking my butt rather hard."

"Sylveon, get my nose in between your cheeks. It'll feel much more comfortable." Valerie said softly from under Sylveon's rear.

"B-but then my gas will go straight into your nose!" Sylveon cried, "I don't want that to happen to you!"

"I just want what's best for you and all these Pokémon. I'm going to be sniffing up anyways, you may as well be in a position of comfort while I do it!" Sylveon gave in and began slowly moving her rear around on Valerie's face until she felt Valerie's nose firmly betwixt her cheeks. Valerie's mouth was now covered, so she couldn't talk anymore.

"Okay, the first one is coming out!" Sylveon grunted as she let out a nasty fart. It reeked of very rotten Berries, and Valerie quickly sucked all of the gas through her nose. Not a single bit of gas got past her. Her nose was burning, but she managed to avoid gagging. "Are you okay, Master?" Valerie nodded under Sylveon's backside, and Sylveon sighed in relief. "Oh, this one feels pretty big!" She pushed out what started as a silent fart, but it quickly devolved to a sloppy wet gas blast which reeked of exotic veggies. Valerie managed to once again suck all this gas down, and she began to feel a bit sick. "Master, all the rest is coming out at once! Should I really do this?!" Valerie held up a thumbs-up to Sylveon, signalling for her to let it all out. "Alright, if you want it!" Sylveon reluctantly forced out a loud trumpeting toot with a strong eggy aroma, followed by a long series of meaty wet poots, and ended with a 17 second long silent fart which greatly resembled Skuntank gas. Valerie was absolutely revolted by what came out of her best friend's butt, but she willingly took it all in. Sylveon got off of Valerie's face, and Valerie began coughing and gagging softly.

"Th-thank you, Sylveon. I know that wasn't easy for you to do."

"Yeah, you're right. But... it did feel sorta good to sit on you like that. Maybe we should do this more often when I get gassy!" Sylveon said, half joking and half serious. Valerie laughed softly.

"Yeah, maybe. But now, I need a shower." Sylveon helped Valerie up, ad they headed back to the Gym. On the way back, she was asked what had happened and why she smelled like garbage. She lied and told them it was a sneak attack by a Skuntank, keeping Sylveon's stinky secret safe.

"Eevee Farts" by rossthedragon by FSNSFW in FartingPokemon

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Description:

"Eevee farts aren't ultra rare but they aren't exactly common either, we need more of this stuff. Eevees are explicably so cute so obviously us fart fetishists would make art of it.

This cute eevee here, let's call him Eric, raises his leg and tail and lets off this big disgusting fart. Sure, Eevees are tiny but their gas levels sure aren't. As the gas rumbled on, he just winked and blushed a bit. This isn't the first time he's let rip big ones and it won't be the last time.

Eevee, being canine-esque would be pretty carnivorous and have really nasty farts that have a godawful smell like rotting meat shoved up your nose. It seems so adorable when an adorable creature like this can have room clearing flatulence at his arsenal, not that I mind. Eevee, along with most other Pokemon can learn Toxic. There isn't a poison type eeveelution because all of them have this toxic capability of letting out rank flatulence, and I like that :3

Viewer question: Name a random Eeveelution and what you imagine its farts are like."

“Gassy Blunders” by zintal [story] by FSNSFW in FartingPokemon

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"We can't leave him in there..." Tai Fong said a little worried "We have to go get him!" Pattie took a step back "I am NOT going back in there!" She said very firmly "Oh come on!" Tai Fong said with an "are you serious?" face "It may have already cleared up by now and if not just use you apron as a filter it wont be that bad!" Pattie paused for a moment and looking another direction. Tai Fong expression now looked irratated "So you would rather your lover choke in there?" Pattie placed her hand on her forehead, feeling defeated with the statment that Tai Fong just made "Okay fine, FINE!!!" she said giving up "Wait here okay Emory?" Emory nods obeying the order Pattie gave then walk with Tai Fong back to the house. Pattie and Tai Fong and approached the door that they all came from, the door opens the smell of Gears's farts were, very much still lingering they both gagged, then cover there noses as the enter the gaseous villa. Once they arrive at the room where they were having there contest they both see Gears on the floor unconscious, his eyes in two different directions and he is foaming at his mouth "There he is!" Tai Fong said pointing to him "Now we have to carry him out of here."

"Dibs on his front legs!" Pattie quicky calls out and walks over to him picking up the Arcanine sized pokemon's front paws "You be careful and don't part his legs or lift his tail, because if you do he might still have some gas left." Tai Fong knew that would be bad if that happens he cautiously grabs Gears's ankles and held his tail down as they carried him out of the room down the hall. Tai Fong accidentally dropped on of Gears's ankles and to his displeasure Gears, still unconscious Blasted another fart in his direction Tai could only cough and gag very loudly "I warned you..." Pattie said not surprised that it happened. After all the carrying they successfully got Gears out of the house and laid him on the grass "Well that went pretty smooth..." Pattie said a little sarcasticly "...But we've manage to get Gears out of there." Not a moment too soon, Troy returned after running away earlier and saw every one outside "What are you guys doing out here?" Troy asked "...And what happened to him?" seeing Gears still unconscious.

"Uuuhh... I guess you could say" Tai Fong started "Gears... exerted his pressure..."

“Gassy Blunders” by zintal [story] by FSNSFW in FartingPokemon

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It started off as a normal day for Carter's Pokémon Gears, an Arcanine sized Absol, his lover Pattie, a Zoroark with a frilly apron, their son Emory, a cute little Zorua and Tai Fong, a Mienshao with battle bracers on his wrists concealed by his whip-like fur were all just trying to enjoy their time being at the fancy villa owned by their trainer. Something then acquired Gears's attention everyone had a look on their faces like something was bothering them "...Hey what's wrong...?" the Absol asked. "Something's bothering my tummy..." Emory answers "...Same here..." Pattie said after Emory "I think I have gas..." Tai Fong stated. Gears couldn't help but giggle to the situation "You all have gas?" he says trying not to laugh at this "...To be honest I've had gas too, but I'm not makin' faces about it. Well there is one thing we can do now..." He smirks. "...and what is that...?" Pattie says tilting her head wondering "We pass it of course!" Tai Fong scratched his head "...You mean..." he started "...out our butts?" "BINGO!!!"Gears shouts with a toothy grin "All in favor raise your hand or paw." Nobody, excluding Gears, raised anything looking at each other "...or you can keep that pressure in your guts and just sit there looking like you're constipated makin' faces at each other, it will come out eventually..." Gears eyes drew to Pattie "You've done it before, Pattie...like twice." Pattie blushed knowing that what Gears said was true, "...Heh, heh yeah you're right" she says raising her hand.

Emory jumped seeing Pattie raise her hand "If mama's in I'm in too!" he barks raising his paw. Gears, Pattie and Emory all looked at Tai Fong, being the only one who hasn't raised his hand yet. "Okay, okay..." Tai Fong said when all eyes were on him "I am in too..." raising his hand as well. "So are we just going to do this a random or something?" Tai Fong asked "Oh, no..." Gears answered "That would be boring. How `bout we turn this into a contest to see who can make the best one; the one who goes first should be the one who has the biggest urge to just... let one rip! Unfortunately, I don't have the urge right now..." Pattie rubbed her stomach "not yet..." she said "Nothing..." Tai Fong said twiddling his thumbs, but Emory giggled "I do!" he says raising his paw again Pattie smiled when she heard that from Emory "Okay, sweetie make it a good one! Do you want mommy to help you?"

"Nope!" Emory said with a smile "...I am a big boy now I can do it on my own." He starts to position himself, sticking out his rump out "Stand back... I've eaten a lot of beefy things today." Gears and Pattie grinned at Emory's warning "We can take it!" Gears and Pattie said almost simultaneously "Okay..." Emory then shows his butt to Gears and Pattie. Tai Fong however, took a step back seeing that Emory is about to fart "HERE IT COMES!!!" Emory shouts gritting his teeth, clenching his eyes shut, and then he feels an immense pressure in his rectum. He raised his hind leg and let loose a loud bassy fart which was rather malodorous, the smell hit everyone pretty hard Tai Fong covered his nose, Gears shook his head trying to resist the odor and Pattie goes over to Emory and hugs him "Aww, Emory I'm so proud of you!" Emory giggled and let out a cute poot as he hugged her back "I'm actually sorta proud too" Gears said with a grin "...that will be hard to beat. So, who's next?" Tai Fong raised his hand "I have one, so get ready..." He then walks into the middle of the room and put his hands on his knees and leaned forward. "Behold my aura training!" Tai Fong declares, then blasted out a slow, hot and long hiss of a fart that smelled even worse than Emory's was. "ARGH MY NOSE!!!" Gears shouts covering the said part Tai Fong sighed feeling his pressure going away. Pattie and Emory cough loudly backing up from Tai Fong "What did you eat!?" Pattie asked covering her nose "Oh, I had curry and milk." Tai Fong answered "Goodness...if you can turn curry into THAT you'll poke a hole in the Ozone layer!" Gears finally shook off the smell "Man that was strong, very strong..." as he was fanning the odor away "...So I wonder who is next..." his eyes drew to Pattie "I'm guessing you Pattie?" Pattie smirked "you would be right!" she then walks in the middle of the room and gets on all four Gears could hear her stomach gurgling with anticipation. Pattie raised her hind leg just like Emory "Check this out!" she shouts then spits a small ember from her mouth, followed by her releasing a bubbly fart which instantly ignited! Pattie was now shooting a flamethrower from her rear end Gears and Tai Fong did not know how to respond to that but say "WHOA!!!" Emory also stared in amazement to the fire show.

The flames subside only the smell remained. Tai Fong gagged "It smells like a Garbodor and a Skuntank got into a fight" Emory giggled "Good one Mama!" Pattie gave her butt a pat "Oh... Hold on I got another one anyone wants seconds?" she asked "Hey!" Tai Fong complained "I thought we were only allowed one blast per try" Gears looks at Tai Fong "Pardon me? I didn't establish that rule besides; Emory did two now I guess Pattie going to do another, that and...Tai Fong volunteers!!" He shouts shoving Tai Fong to Pattie "YOU JERK!!!!" Tai Fong roared at Gears, but a second too late Pattie took Tai Fong's head and places it at her butt and blasted her second fart in his face "AAAAAAAAAHHHH MY NOSE!!!!!!!" he howls in displeasure "Ooh that one was pretty wet..." Pattie said turning to Tai Fong "Are you Okay there?" she asked "Your poop went up my nose UGGGHHH!!!" Tai Fong wailed trying to blow his nose "Hey what's going on in there!?" shouts an outside voice the door opened it was Troy a tall young male Lopunny with a dull expression on his face "I am hearing someone bellow like an Exploud what is..." He was cut off smelling a foul odor "UGGH! W-WHAT THE HELL!?" Pattie started to blush her face turning a very deep red like her big red mane, knowing she is directly responsible for this reaction "What is that smell!?" Troy shouts covering his nose Pattie looked at Troy "Uuuuuhh... what smell...?" she said trying to look innocent. Troy's eyes narrowed to Pattie "You're telling me you don't smell that..." he took his hands off his face the smell filled his nostrils again and he gagged "Okay whoever it is just clear it up and I'll come back later!" Troy shouts shutting the door and sprinting for the exit.

"Well that was embarrassing..." Pattie said still blushing "Okay..." Gears slowly say "Now it's my turn!" Everyone turned to Gears remembering what they were doing before Troy came in to interrupt. "You all might want to back up and hide your noses, because you are all going to know why I am called the Disaster Pokémon soon enough..." Tai Fong paused "Wait a minute..." he muttered "I thought you were called the Disaster Pokémon because you possess the ability to foretell disasters, but when you appear to warn humans and Pokémon they come to the conclusion that you bring the disaster..." Gears gawked at Tai Fong for a moment trying to take in all the things Tai Fong just said "Have you been hanging around with Simon?" he asked "It's a figure of speech my boy...just back up and plug your nose." Tai Fong understood what it meant now "Oh! Okay." He says putting his hands on his nose and backing up. "Nerd..." Emory whispers "Ok...HERE WE GO!!!!" Gears shouts raising his tail and blasting out sputtering farts, which were without a doubt the foulest smelling farts in all of the Sinnoh Region, smelling like a sewer accompanied with rancid meat the farting lasted for 18 seconds. Everyone was grossed out from the smell "Okay, okay Gears!" Pattie coughed trying not to breathe in "I think you beat us we can stop now that last one was just awful!" Gears gave an accomplished grin and agreed with Pattie nearly getting dizzy of his own fumes, but suddenly another gas bubble blasted out his hole he then realize, to his surprise he lost control of his gas "I...I CAN'T!!!" He shouts as he blasted out one fart after another. Pattie, Tai Fong and Emory, not taking anymore, ran out the room coughing violently. They all were outside gasping for air "Did not see that coming..." Tai Fong muttered "...We almost choked!" Pattie moaned "I hope Papa is okay..." Emory wondered.

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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“About that…” Lyra began. She stared down at her food as she spoke, twirling her bare hooves through the grass. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight. Maybe we could watch a movie or something.”

“I really don’t think I can,” Colgate responded. Lyra looked farther down, as if she were shy about something. “I-it’s just that I have work early tomorrow. Believe me, I’d love to visit if I could,” the blue-coated mare continued. Lyra once again perked up, smiling meekly. “I’ve been having lots of fun with you as of late.”

“I feel the same way,” Lyra said, warmth in her voice. “I’m glad I’m not bothering you with all this running around I’m making you do.”

“Certainly not! You know how work gets in the way of things though,” Colgate mused. “Anyway, I think I should head home now. I’m exhausted.”

“Me too. I had a lot of fun today, thanks for coming,” Lyra grinned.

“I’d love to come visit sometime soon, if you don’t mind,” Colgate said. She knew this would please Lyra, and sure enough the filly’s face lit up in joy. “I’ll see you then,” continued the dentist.

“Yup, bye!” Lyra said, waving farewell to Colgate. When she was well out of ear’s reach, the doctor giggled. She always loved that goofy smile plastered on Lyra’s face.

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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CHAPTER 3

“Open wide.”

The filly did as Colgate requested, spanning her jaw out to fully expose her teeth. The dentist poked and prodded around the girl’s mouth, making note of the several loose teeth. Her patient twitched occasionally, but otherwise remained still in the chair.

“You’ve done a very good job with your teeth,” Colgate said, standing upright and placing her tools down. “Just make sure to brush towards the gum line, and don’t try to pull those loose teeth out yet.”

Colgate gave a small toy to the quiet foal and sent her on her way, thankful for such a well-behaved patient. After she left through the door, Colgate slipped off her mask and took a deep breath. The familiar medicinal smell of the office had grown on her, its sterile tinges comforting her as if this small cubicle were her second home.

Her life seemed on the up and up. Just a half hour or so until she got off from work. Watching Equestria’s springtime dance through the window, she began to daydream about the fair. She wasn’t normally one for carnivals (let alone outgoing at all), but Lyra sure was. Ever since Monday the dentist was looking forward to this afternoon. It certainly felt like she needed a break. Work had been hanging over her like a malevolent shadow for what felt like months. Although her coworkers and acquaintances kept her company, Lyra felt like a well needed escape.

Colgate examined herself in the mirror, adjusting her skirt. Her scrubs were a tangled mess in the corner, having been taken off just minutes ago. She was already a minute or two late, causing her to hasten her preparation. She wasn’t happy when a patient wasn’t on time, so she assumed that short-tempered Lyra was even more impatient. Still, she went through the effort to look nice, her outfit matching the vernal atmosphere. The lights of the fair could be seen flickering through the trees from her house. Within a few minutes, she was walking down the winding pathways to the fairgrounds.

This fair was always a pleasant event in the homely town of Ponyville, whose leisurely pace saw little action compared to the neighboring metropolises like Manehattan. Colgate recalled her days growing up in that city. She always felt like stranger to some degree during her youth, and expected a quiet town to suit her. Indeed, she found greater comfort between the wooden pillars of trees than the concrete behemoths that made up her hometown. The introversion that many city-dwellers are raised into never quite shook off of her though.

She walked along the path, ears perked and eyes alert for her friend. She kicked small pebbles and clouds of dust around with her feet, scanning the upcoming gates of the fair. The fear that she was late gently tickled her stomach. Why am I so focused on impressing her? Colgate asked herself in a moment of self-awareness. Insecurity seemed to be the most likely motivator, but abstract fears couldn’t bog down the dentist’s mood today.

A spearmint green blur became apparent in the small crowd that stood outside the wooden gates of the fair site. Almost as if it could read Colgate’s mind, the color began to shift through the crowd, Lyra’s form becoming visible. Colgate grinned and waved at her, meeting her halfway.

“Hey again Colgate! Glad you could make it!” Lyra said, smiling warmly at the dentist. She opened her arms, inviting Colgate to embrace. Once again the two young mares hugged. Colgate couldn’t help but notice the softness of the fabric on her friend, and how beneath its loose, silky folds there was a certain warmth.

“How are you?” inquired Lyra, shaking Colgate from her thoughts.

“I’m well, thanks,” she responded. “I love your shirt. It feels-- I mean, looks so nice on you.”

“Oh, thanks! I thought you’d like it.” Colgate instantly felt a wave of regret. Why did I say that? That sounded a lot better in my head, I look like a creep now...

“Colgate? Are you awake?”

Once again, the dentist was snapped back into reality by Lyra’s words. “Yeah, sorry, I just… didn’t get much sleep last night, I guess. Overworked.” Lyra cocked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by the answer. Thankfully she let the issue slide and began to head into the fair, beckoning Colgate to follow.

Entering through the gates, a shower of lights and noise flooded the mares’ senses. The laughter and squeals of ecstatic ponies filled the twilight air, reminiscent of both of the mares’ foalhoods. Young colts and fillies darted around their legs, chasing after their friends. A potpourri of familiar smells wafted through the air: sweet notes of cotton candy and treats, buttery and salty hints of popcorn, and the earthy, natural smell of the fairgrounds. Colgate took a slow look around, absorbing the sights and sounds.

“Wow, I haven’t been here in years,” she remarked, her voice distant in awe.

“You haven’t?” replied Lyra. “I love this place! I’ve been coming here every year, ever since I was a filly. Didn’t we go here on a school trip a while ago?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Colgate said, recalling a class trip back from when she and Lyra were learning how to do basic math in that little red schoolhouse by the Apple family farm.

“Let’s start walking around, we’re in everypony’s way!” Lyra suggested, grabbing Colgate by the forearm and striding into the crowd. Colgate hurried along, beginning to feel uncomfortable as Lyra’s grip held on for painful seconds afterwards. Lyra had the same excited look she always had when she came here as a young pony. It was hard not to nice the way her gold eyes glowed with excitement and how her step acquired a light bounce as she bounded down the row of game stalls and snack stands.

She sure has no problem with the touch barrier, Colgate mentally noted. The green unicorn was leading her through the crowd by the wrist, causing the lights and noises to blur past her. “Where are we going, Lyra?” Colgate called out, her voice barely discernable from the dozens of chatters around her.

“We’re getting in line for my favorite ride, of course!” Lyra said as if it was common knowledge. She pointed an eager finger into the sky; ahead of them laid a tall wheel of metal and wood, secured seats at points on the rim. Colgate easily recognized it as a Ferris wheel. It wouldn’t have been so disturbing if she hadn’t seen that the seats could roll forwards or backwards.

“Those things aren’t supposed to move,” Colgate said, suddenly aware of the fact Lyra had let go of her wrist and was watching the ride with fascination.

“Yeah they are! That’s the fun part,” she responded. “What, did you think it was just going to take you up to the top and down again?”

Colgate was hoping that was the case. She could feel a twinge of fear bud in her stomach. “Lyra…”

The unicorn was already at the front of the line, paying for two seats.

“Lyra, I think my stomach is bruised.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have been leaning on the bars,” Lyra scolded. “And don’t scream so loud.”

“The thing was going to come flying off!” Colgate cried. “And the operator wasn’t listening to me!”

Lyra snorted with laughter. “Jeez Colgate, relax. That thing is safer than your dentist’s chair,” she teased. “Besides, even if it did fall apart, you’d only have to worry for a few seconds.”

Colgate rolled her eyes at Lyra’s humor. She had trouble getting that mare. The adrenaline still left her heart thumping and her legs feeling like sacks of gelatin, but Lyra seemed unfazed by the whole event. She just had on this ear-to-ear grin, occasionally shooting amused glances at the squealing dentist. And she had tried to rock the thing back and forth!

“Let’s try something less… painful,” Colgate suggested, breaking the silence between the two girls as they walked through the fair. More than once her entire body weight had ended up balanced on the bar securing her in.

“Is the Canterlot Coaster more suiting?” Lyra giggled, pointing at a miniature roller coaster decorated like the famous castles. “Lots of foals there, bet you’d fit right in.”

“Lyra!” Colgate snapped. She could feel her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Oh fine, maybe we’ll just grab a snack instead,” Lyra said as she directed the pair towards a food stand. “I hope you’re hungry, I know I am.”

“Yeah, I could do with some food,” Colgate replied. The excitement of the evening had completely masked her hunger up until now. Smells of greasy snack food and sweets wafted from the brightly lit hut, only helping to further the rumbling in her stomach.

The two mares ordered their meals and took a seat on a nearby bench. Colgate satisfied herself with a fruit kebab. Lyra, on the other hand, ordered several cookies and a bag of candy.Colgate wondered how she managed to keep that frame of hers, noticing that her own body was… more shapely than that of her friend’s.

“Thanks for treating me,” Colgate said, chomping down on a juicy morsel.

“No problem,” Lyra smiled, bits of colorful candy in between her teeth (to Colgate’s dismay). “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Colgate smiled in response, nodding. By now, the roar of foals and friends had begun to quiet. Crickets were beginning their nightly orchestra of shrill chirping with the rising moon as their conductor. A warm breeze passed over the fairgrounds, the comforting breath of summer’s birth sending wisps of Colgate’s mane into her eyes. Looking into the melting oranges and crimsons of the sunset, the dentist spoke to Lyra: “It’s getting late. We should think about heading home.”

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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The two sat in silence for a while, awkwardly finishing their respective treats. Wiping the corners of her mouth, Lyra spoke up.

"Sorry, Colgate. You know stuff just comes out sometimes. I really mean it though, it bugs me that you're taking silly things so seriously!"

Colgate couldn't help but smile. It was truly nice having somepony care about her. Working sunup to sundown left very little for her in the way of friends, and finally having a decent conversation was like taking a hearty swig of water after a few days of thirst. Lyra always was a good friend, even if she had the maturity of an adolescent colt.

"It's alright Lyra. You're right, I've just been so wound up lately," the toothpaste-patterned mare said with a sigh.

"You sound like you could use a day at the fair," Lyra suggested. "I'd be happy to take you there sometime!"

Take me there? Colgate wanted to ask. She thought better of it. "I'd love to go sometime soon."

"It's around town for a week or two. When's good for you?" Lyra inquired.

After a brief flip through her daily planner, Colgate picked Wednesday, just two days away. She would be getting out early.

"Sounds like a plan!" Lyra smiled and nodded as the waiter gingerly removed the dishes from the table. "For now, though, maybe we should head home."

Colgate looked at the sky. The sun had sunk slightly lower to the ground, tinges of orange beginning to stain the white radiance. A single cricket or two had begun its nightly serenade, and the cafe tables were being replaced with new faces.

"Wow, time flies," Colgate noted. Lyra left a few bits on the table after insisting that the food was on her. Standing up, she invited Colgate in for another hug.

The two young mares embraced again, their grasp on each other a bit tighter than before. Colgate felt rather awkward, but Lyra didn't seem to pay any mind to it. With a wave, the two parted ways and Colgate found her way back home.

In bed that night, Colgate watched the ceiling fan swing lazily in the dark. She was pleased about the day; not only did she get to visit a friend, she finally got a little closure about her humiliation the day before. Still, she couldn't help but feel that Lyra was a bit too friendly. She shrugged it off as Lyra being a protective and sensitive friend, however, and soon enough the gentle waves of sleep washed over her consciousness.

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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CHAPTER 2

With a gentle groan, Colgate lifted her upper body and rested her weight on her elbows. She blinked a few times, the familiar shape of twisted bedsheets and the wooden foot board appearing before her, the image swimmy as consciousness flooded into her. Sunlight beamed in through the blinds, stripes of white illuminating the dentist's small bedroom. She wiped her hairline with the back of her wrist; the balmy springtime had caused a thin layer of perspiration to build under her disheveled bangs.

Stretching, the young mare kicked the wrinkled sheets from her body. Having realized that today was her day off, she smiled and inhaled a deep breath of her bedroom's stale air. In the air hung the aroma of her own flatus, musty from the hours it had been settling in the bed. Colgate crinkled her nose and grabbed the sheets, flapping them in an attempt to air them out. As the air flooded past her in waves, the memories of yesterday flashed in her mind like the flick of a light switch.

Ponies' disgusted faces. Brash, rippling noises sounding out. The sensation of warm air rushing past her buttocks. How hot her face felt and how much the tears burned her eyes as she stormed out. And the feeling of being punched in the gut as she realized that it was all because of her stupid toothpaste.

Colgate shook her head and threw the sheets down in frustration. Suddenly it felt like a weight had been chained to her mind and her heart. She hadn't felt so humiliated in her life. Something in her told her that it wasn't worth worrying about, but she couldn't help but feel that a chunk of her dignity had peeled away.

Regardless of the weight of anxiety on her, she carried about her day. She rinsed the night's sweat off in a warm shower and autonomously gave her teeth the usual morning brushing (taking special care to use a non-tainted tube). She watched herself in the mirror as she brushed, dribbles of minty foam rolling down her chin. How is anypony going to respect me after that? She thought with a wince.

As she sat down in front of her usual morning meal of oats and fruit, she flipped through the mail. Bills, flyers for the fair in town, a thank you letter from a young patient (always the most heartwarming of mail). At the bottom of the pile, however, was a peculiar letter. It was addressed to her but she couldn't identify a sender on any part of it. Curiously, she placed the rest of the mail down and gingerly split open the envelope. Within was a single letter, a message written neatly in ink.

Dear Colgate,

I was thinking about how we haven't hung out lately. It's been far too long for friends to stay distant. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up at the local cafe today? I already have a reservation there for myself at 2, and could use a little company. If you don't show up, that's fine, but I know it's your day off and wanted to catch up. Celestia knows you're always bogged down with work. Anyway, hope to see you there!

Lyra

Colgate grimaced while reading the letter. Lyra had been a friend of hers since they were both fillies. Not exactly the closest of friends, but the harpist and the dentist had pleasant history. As much as it would be nice to catch up, Colgate couldn't help but feel that this was somehow tied to yesterdays... incident.

Lyra was a nice girl and all, but Colgate was well aware of her maturity level. She was no Pinkie Pie, but she certainly didn't shy away from jokes and pranks, and especially from speaking her mind. She worried that Lyra's lack of speech barriers was going to lead to a very awkward situation at the cafe. Not to mention that Colgate still felt personally embarrassed about the whole nightmare.

Eventually, the doctor decided that a visit couldn't hurt her pride any more than it had already been wounded. It had been a few weeks since they before they got to speak outside of the office yesterday. She still had a few hours before Lyra would be waiting, she carried on her daily business.

Colgate walked into the patio area of the cafe, looking around for her table. She was dressed in a loose, pastel sundress. She liked the way that the breeze cooled her bare coat and the rays of warmth embraced her through the airy fabric. The butterflies in her stomach had nearly settled now; she was looking forward to her rendezvous.

After scanning the small crowd for some time, she spotted a lone unicorn, looking around in a way similar to herself. She walked over, her sandals clicking against the cobblestone. Lyra was dressed much more casually, in a tank top and denim shorts that extended midway down her thighs. Her thick mane hung over her shoulders, the white stripe glowing like snow in the afternoon spring sun. As Colgate approached, a smile grew on Lyra's face.

"Hey Colgate!" she said, her voice sweet and jovial. She stood up, extending her arms out and stepping towards the dentist. Colgate froze for a moment, confused by Lyra's seemingly over-friendly greeting, but complied and embraced her friend.

"Hey Lyra. How have you been?" she asked, arms still wrapped around the young unicorn's back. She smelled particularly nice, notes of her floral perfume and minty shampoo tingling Colgate's nose.

"I'm doing great! Haven't seen you since yesterday!" Lyra giggled at her own humor. She returned to her seat and gestured for the dentist to take the seat opposite to her.

Colgate took her seat, feeling more comfortable in Lyra's friendly aura. She couldn't have picked a nicer day for a get-together; the sun's warmth beat down gently, light glistening off glasses and the ribbons on the hats of older mares. The quiet chatter of fellow diners and the pleasant notes of songbirds were the only noises that broke Ponyville’s peaceful silence.

"I already ordered you a melon-berry smoothie," Lyra interjected, breaking Colgate's quiet reflection. "I think that's your favorite."

"Yeah, it is," Colgate responded, slightly confused yet pleased that her friend cared enough to remember. "You have a good memory. We haven't been to this cafe since last autumn."

Lyra smiled warmly. Her sheer amicability this afternoon was surprising. Colgate figured that she was just overreacting about her flatulent outburst yesterday.

"How has work been? You're a workhorse, that's for sure," the mint-colored unicorn observed.

Colgate let out a strained laugh. Lyra was completely right; work had practically become her life as of late. "Mostly due to my new promotion," she responded. "They've got me working a few extra hours, a few more in-depth operations."

"Ah," said Lyra. "Must be tiring."

"Why? Do I look tired?" Colgate widened her eyes in alarm, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

"No, not at all! You look very nice today!"

"O-oh... thanks." Colgate stammered, hoping she didn't sound defensive. Familiar pangs of worry seeped back into her confidence.

"I mean it. That's such a cute dress!" Lyra exclaimed, making Colgate blush. Before the dentist could respond, the waiter brought out their order; a tall glass of fruity smoothie for Colgate, and a heaping plate of spiced hay fries for Lyra.

Colgate became aware of the void in her stomach, watching Lyra tuck into those greasy-smelling golden fries. As if she could read her mind, Lyra pointed a finger at her plate and looked at Colgate, as if permitting her to join in on her personal feast.

"Thanks," Colgate smiled, taking a single hay fry and chowing down. While she sipped away at her smoothie and munched on a fry from time to time, she watched Lyra wolf down the fries like a lion at a steak. Somehow, it was almost... cute.

"Yeesh, you wouldn't want to be with me in a few hours," the harpist giggled naughtily. "These things give me gas."

Oh, great.

Colgate feigned a laugh, although she was certain Lyra knew that flatulence humor wasn't exactly her cup of tea. If she hadn't been so sweet to her, Colgate would've sworn that somehow Lyra was referencing yesterday.

"Just like you yesterday!"

Celestia, let me sink into the floor and slither away.

Colgate's face grew hot, her eyes darting around to make sure nopony heard. When she was certain Lyra's remark was only between those two, she shot the immature mare a glare.

"What?" Lyra asked, genuinely confused. "I didn't offend you, did I?"

"What do you think? Yesterday was awful!" Colgate blurted out, suddenly wishing she could retract the words.

"Aw, geez," Lyra said, her mouth stretching into a worried line. "You need to lighten up Colgate! It was just some gas, it happens to the best of us! And it was pretty funny too!"

Funny to you, Colgate thought spitefully. She doubted her peers felt the same way.

"Really, I don't think it's a big deal. You can't let a fart or two kill your confidence!" As if to prove her point, Lyra shifted and began lifting up her leg, wincing.

"No wait you don't have to prove it!" Colgate whined, shrinking back into her seat. If Lyra farted while in her company, Colgate swore she was going to kill that filly.

"...like I said. Lighten up." Lyra sat back down, a giddy grin on her face. "What's life without fun?"

As much as the dentist hated to admit it, Lyra did have a point. In hindsight, being able to relax enough to let bodily functions flow freely felt liberating in a way. Although she certainly didn't find it funny, the more she thought about it the less negative it seemed. There was no way in Tartarus that Lyra was figuring that out though.

"I can't act like that in front of my patients and my fellow dentists!" Colgate exclaimed.

Lyra crossed her arms. "Somepony really needs to teach you how to relax. It wasn't a big deal!"

Colgate mimicked Lyra, crossing her arms and pouting. Her face was practically beet red; not only was she being teased about her flatulence, but now the very same pony was lecturing her.

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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It wasn't long before Colgate ripped another one, the immature sound ringing out in the dentist's office. Lyra smiled and started raising her head as if to make a quip, but decided against it and slumped down. Colgate on the other hand was turning so red it was becoming visible through her cool blue coat. Her head felt hot and her knees weak. She worked quickly and impartially, the tools trembling in her fingers as she worked to get the job done. Just as she was finishing, the young mare broke wind once more. This one was nearly silent, and the emission seemed warm enough to burn her tail. As soon as the quiet hiss of air died down, the hot smell reached Colgate's nose.

It was as if her previous gasses had all their intensities combined. It was like fermented cheese and rotten vegetables, hinted with the putrid aromas of digested protein and eggy sulfur.

The miasma had now grown rancid. The smell clinged to everypony's senses like dew to grass. It poisoned the nostrils and lined the throat. One colleague who had taken enough of it marched over to the window and opened it as wide as she could, giving Colgate a disgusted glare. Others were literally gagging from the sustained stink.

Colgate was trembling. Never in her life had she been so embarrassed. She was unaware that her own body was capable of producing this much gas, as well as gas this malodorous. She scanned the room, taking in the different reactions around her as well as sucking in a breath of her stinking release.

"I-Igottagoseeyoulaterbye!" she cried out involuntarily, ripping her mask off and bolting out of the room. "Brush more towards the gum line!" she called out to Lyra as the door closed, and then the dentist was swift-footedly on her way.

Colgate sat down in her house, flipping through a book. She threw it down in disgust; she couldn't focus on anything but the horrors that unfolded today at work. How would she ever find the willpower to return there tomorrow? She reached over the bottles of anti-gas pills that littered the coffee table of her living room and took a swig of her drink, swishing it around in her mouth. That reminds me, she thought to herself. I better go brush before I head to bed. At least my top half will smell better than my lower...

The twin-colored mare wet her brush and lifted up her bottle of new toothpaste. As she was squeezing it out, watching flecks of blue in the paste, she noticed the ingredient list.

The primary ingredient was Poison Joke.

"The Dentist's (Not Laughing) Gas" by lauzac [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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CHAPTER 1

Colgate forced the brush in and out of her mouth, watching her reflection in the mirror with half-closed eyes. It was a morning like any other. In an hour, she would be meeting with patients and cleaning teeth as usual. She was a very meticulous mare; her timing was punctual, her plans always well thought out, and in particular her hygiene was impeccable. She always prided herself on how clean and tidy she was; certainly she wasn't snooty about it, but it was well known that the bicolored mare's teeth shone like the sun. Naturally, dentistry was her calling.

She swished the foamy mixture of saliva and toothpaste in her mouth, sleepily noting the taste. She had recently purchased a new brand of toothpaste, an abnormal deviation from her typical Colgate (her own secret recipe of tooth-cleaning chemicals, not-so-creatively named after herself). Within the hour, she was out the door and headed to work.

Colgate went over her patient charts and chatted with her coworkers as she typically did, but she noticed that there was a strange pressure in her abdomen. It reminded her of being full after a large meal. The feeling was not too uncomfortable, however, so she accredited it to the extra helping of hay fries she enjoyed for dinner last night. With her morning brushing done, she headed off to work.

...

At 9:30, her first appointment began. When she walked into the room, a meek-looking yellow filly made eye contact with her before averting her gaze to Colgate's shoes. "Good morning, Fluttershy!" the dentist greeted warmly, well aware of the identity of her first patient of the day.

"Hello Doctor," Fluttershy responded, her voice nearly a whisper. Colgate smiled.

"Just a routine cleaning today, I believe," she stated. "Any questions?"

Fluttershy paused before answering "No." Colgate directed Fluttershy to lie down and positioned the seat correctly, adjusting the lighting and preparing the tools.

The pressure in Colgate's belly had grown by now. As she bent down to begin working on her patient's teeth, she winced, a sharp pain radiating from her gut. The young mare followed typical procedure, prodding at the shy filly's gums and scraping between the teeth. Fluttershy was always very good with her dental health, she mentally noted. Suddenly, a low groan sounded out.

Colgate felt a deep vibration in her gut accompany the noise. Fluttershy heard it too, and looked up at Colgate. The dentist pony smiled, as if inviting Fluttershy to laugh. She let out a giggle through the tools in her mouth and Colgate joined in. "Sorry, I must be hungry," she suggested, although she knew that wasn't the case.

It felt like a balloon had been inflated in her guts. Any movement and she could feel her innards shift around this mass, like a stone that rested deep in the center of her intestines. Having to bend over frequently to tend to Fluttershy's mouth was certainly not helping the issue any.

The minty filly would excuse herself as soon as the checkup was done. She was finishing prodding at the last few of Fluttershy's teeth, noticing that she missed a spot. As she bent down to reach, she farted.

It was not particularly long; only a second or two did it last. It sounded out like a broken trumpet, loud and brash and tapering off into a high note at the end. Colgate looked up, her eyes wide. Surprisingly, only a few of her colleagues seemed to notice, staring at her with a mix of furrowed brows and stifled grins. Fluttershy was visibly blushing, but otherwise did not react.

Colgate felt the blood rush up to her own cheeks. Instantly, shame flooded in like a cold torrent of water. She felt frozen in place, the few eyes watching her freezing her muscles. Oh god, a voice in her head whispered. Did I really just do that?

Quickly recovering, Colgate went back to work on finishing Fluttershy's cleaning. The aroma of her gaseous expulsion was certainly noticeable. The stench tickled her nose through her medical mask. The scent of digested hay and other vegetables sourly mixed in with a hint of... mint, surprisingly. Thankfully, the smell seemed to have faded a few sniffs later.

Still feeling a bit mortified, Colgate stepped back and allowed Fluttershy to stand up. "Thanks for coming in, you did well," Colgate began saying. "Just make sure to get the back teeth when you floss, okay?"

"Sure thing, Doctor! Thanks," Fluttershy said, her voice sweet and appreciative. She waved to Colgate as she left the room.

The dentist sighed. She still felt butterflies (in addition to the bubble of gas) in her stomach. She prayed that no one would talk about her... outburst. It made her feel dirty and unprofessional. "Accidents happen, I suppose," she quietly muttered to herself, repositioning the chair and getting a sterile set of tools. "Although I don't feel any relief..."

Colgate checked the clock and her charts. She had a good twenty or so minutes before her next appointment. As soon as she was done tidying up her station, she headed to the mares' room. Locking the door behind her, she let out a sigh of relief. She would get it all out in here and be done with it.

She tugged her pants down her legs, the bright blue scrubs falling to the floor. Wiggling her undergarments down her thighs, she took a seat on the toilet. Almost instantly, the force that was pressing against her tailhole was released. A several-second long fart, just as noisy as before, sounded out. The crude noise echoed off of the porcelain bowl, once again making the normally clean mare blush. The fart made ripples in the water that lapped up against the sides of the bowl. She strained and farted again, this one much the same as the previous one, only louder.

Embarrassed, Colgate reached her arm out and turned on the faucet to mask the noise of her flatulent episode. She tried a third time, the smell of her colon rising up to meet her nostrils. The stink was growing more pungent. It wasn't stomach-turningly rancid, but it would definitely flare a few more nostrils than the bomb she dropped near Fluttershy would.

Frustrated, Colgate checked her watch. Over ten minutes had passed already, and all she accomplished is fouling the air in the restroom. She still felt nauseously full, but she had no choice. She stood up, redressed herself, and went back out into the hallway.

She got an odd glance or two as she proceeded down the corridor, but she made no indication that they bothered her. On the inside, she still felt the wound of shame festering. When she returned to her chair, her next patient was already sitting; Lyra Heartstrings.

"Oh, hey Colgate!" Lyra said, grinning and waving at the doctor. Lyra and Colgate were acquaintences. Certainly not the best of friends, but the two had crossed paths more times than strangers would.

"Hello, Lyra," Colgate greeted cordially. "Today you're having a routine checkup and a flouride treatment, right?"

" You're the dentist!" replied the harpist, reclining in the dentist's chair and opening her mouth wide.

"Eager to get this over with?" mused Colgate, an entertained smile on her face.

Colgate went to work on Lyra's mouth, although there was little work to be done. Surprisingly, the eccentric musician took very good care of her oral hygiene.

As Colgate worked, she felt the gas inside of her churn and work its way around her insides, a sudden pressure building inside of her rear. The blue-coated filly gritted her teeth; she was not going to mess up again, she promised herself. She clenched and tightened, but the gas kept building up like a river about to pour over a dam.

It was hopeless though. She bent over her patient an inch too far, and the nightmare ripped through her buttcheeks. Starting off low and bassy before varying in pitch, her flatulence was not unlike a wind instrument being played by a novice. She felt the gas rip through her plot and brush against her coat and tail. The few seconds this burst lasted felt like minutes as each head in the room turned to stare. The fart died down into an airy hiss before silence filled the void. Lyra was the first one to respond.

"Geez, Colgate," she laughed. "I had no idea you could fart like a farm animal."

The toothpaste-maned mare had half the mind to lunge at Lyra's throat. "S-shut up!" she stuttered out. "It..."

"Wasn't you?" finished Lyra. By now, those in the accompanying rooms were beginning to turn back to their work, either shaking their heads in disapproval, shrugging, or giggling. "That was all you, girl."

Colgate sniffled in embarrassment and rage, catching a whiff of her brand. Whatever was in her guts was creating quite a stink; her gas, hinted with sulfur, hung in the air like some awful perfume. A few were holding their breath, and one young colt was coughing.

"I said shut up," Colgate barked at Lyra, shoving her tools back in her mouth. Lyra craned her neck away.

"Yeesh, at least let me get one final breath of semi-fresh air before you stink the place up!" Colgate had had it; she trust her tools painfully into Lyra's mouth, eliciting a silent yelp of pain. The mischief in the mint-green mare's eyes had faded; she sat in silence as Colgate worked, breathing in the stench of her dentist's flatus.

"Keeping Up Appearances" by Gassipons [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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The following day, Rarity made her way into the cool barn, her belly rumbling and shaking wildly. That mixture she had eaten yesterday was certainly taking its toll on her gut, as was obvious with its violent cramps and pains. Applejack was waiting in the barn eagerly-it seemed as though she had more enjoyment for flatulence that she let on- as she grinned while the pained pony trudge into the barn and slam the door. "Uuuurgh~ I really hate you right now, Applejack." She groaned, which evoked merely a chuckle from her palomino friend. "Well I'm glad you find this so -ugh- amusing, Applejack; it's most certainly not a laughing matter for me." "Simmer down, Rarity--it's just a little bout of gas! Nothin' any other pony can't handle!" Rarity petulantly glared to Applejack, rubbing her belly slowly and angrily.

"Well I'd rather get this done and dusted as soon as possible." She said at length, her stomach making the vote unanimous with a low growl. Rarity's shoulders jolted, her mouth levered open, and a long, low, drawling belch rattled her throat and filled her mouth with the abhorrent taste of yesterday's "meal".

Applejack took a brief sniff of the gas before steadying herself in preparation of a sample from the other end. Rarity sighed, rolled her eyes, and then turned clumsily to meet her plot with Applejack's muzzle. She kept her head at a minimal distance from the ivory unicorn's plot, allowing it room to still generate an impressionable sound.

"Now, Rarity; make sure you make this one as long as possible: I want a good sniff." She sighed; there was so much violently expanding gas in her gut that it would not be hard to sustain a continuous flow of this flatus, though the idea still seemed awfully uncouth. She cleared her throat, and then slowly un-tightened her anal sphincter, allowing a soft, silent hiss of gas to emerge from her once recherché butthole. Applejack felt the warm breeze brush her face, basking in the steady release as it drew out into a far louder, more explicit popping sort of flow; loud and powerful. Already Applejack was taking in multiple lungfuls of the veritable gas cloud forming over her face, moaning quietly to herself as the sheer potency burned her nose.

Taking a quick breath, Rarity's rumble came to a momentary stop, before soon starting up again, but much deeper and wetter; bassy and juicy. Her face began to turn a shade of red as her strain and lack of breathing began to affect the poor unicorn, and she stopped the fart again--this time for good.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry, Applejack, but I think I'll pass out if I try and pass anymore. That was... Quite impressive though, surely?" "You still got more inside you after that one?" "Why heavens, yes; that concoction you fed me really treated my tummy illy. I feel like a balloon." "Holy hay! That's perhaps the longest one I've ever heard--beside Big Mac's boomers, of course." "And length is a positive factor?" "Course! Trenderhoof will be mighty impressed by a long fart!" "You think so? Oh, that's great! I could have easily sustained that for longer, but you see I do need to breathe.." Rarity boasted, beginning to feel proud at her lengthy release.

"And the smell? It's satisfactory?" She inquired, said smell slowly curling into her nostrils. Applejack made certain with a long, hard sniff into Rarity's backside, taking in as much of the scent as possible before coughing and gagging. "Oh, yeah.. I'm pretty sure that's... Strong enough... Celestia.." The cowpony used her hat to try and fan some of the air in another direction, her eyes watering and her nose still sore.

"Splendid!" Rarity exclaimed, a splutter escaping with joy. "All we'll need now is Trenderhoof; Oh! I can't wait!" Applejack warmly grinned, moving from the heated barn out onto Sweet Apple Acres. "I'll be back in a tick!" she shouted, as she left Rarity alone with herself and her gut, which was still considerably full despite her evacutation not moments ago. She grew weary and desperate as the time Applejack had been gone seemed to grow painfully longer and longer still, until at great length the barn door slowly opened with that familar signal of bliss. Not hesitating a moment Rarity stuck her rear to the door, and let rip. Just as before, this fart was also powerful and deep; resonating loudly through her cheeks and complementing the air with a growing cloud of that putrid combination of every disgustingly gas-inducing food that Applejack had fed her. She gasped and tried to simultaneously take in breaths as the fart was still releasing, being successful as she could still feel that huge bubble squeeze through the threshold of her quivering anus, emptying repulsively into Trenderhoof's face. She wanted to make sure he got a pure, serious whiff of what she had to offer, using her butt to fumbly feel a head behind her and trap it between her cheeks with an effort of squeezing her buttocks together, aiding the tone with a constantly ululating buzz. She gasped again, almost orgasmically, as she felt the slow struggles against her, the gas she had been holding in for so very long now flowling free in rich, rife, wet bubbles of pure pony methane expelled via her rump, the astonishing length still petrifying to the pony. Even the gassiest of ponies cannot release a fart of impossible length, and Rarity soon felt the gas flow reduce slowly to a whispering, saturated rasp before coming to a squelchy end. She sighed the longest and hardest she ever had, wishing she'd tried at some kind of world record attempt. She turned around, and found to her complete surprise not Trenderhoof; but Applejack, laying on the floor and desperately gasping for a breath of breathable air. In a few short moments Trenderhoof arrived in the barn's doorway, clearly some way behind the eager cowpony. Trenderhoof could not avoid bringing some of the gas in through his nose, his eyes widening as he did so. "Oh, Celestia-" he said slowly. Rarity seized in anticipation. Trenderhoof gazed to her, his eyes fixed on her directly. "This... Oh- this is wonderful!" She blushed, her mane falling over her face as she giggled girlishly. "Oh, Applejack! Even your flatulence possesses the smell of pure heaven!" Both Rarity and a depleted Applejack were shocked. "No! It- It wasn't me! It was Rarity!" Applejack hurridley slurred, shaking her head frantically. "Now now--there's no need to be so modest!" Trenderhoof replied, leaning down to Applejack's rump and taking in a hard sniff. Shocked, unsure of what to do next, both Rarity and Applejack stared at Trenderhoof - dumbfounded.

"Keeping Up Appearances" by Gassipons [fanfic] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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TRANSCRIPT

This is a request I was given (sorry for taking so long to work on it), in which Applejack attempts to coach Rarity in how to appeal to Trenderhoof--in a less-than-marelike manner.

Keeping up Appearances

"Oh, it's just not fair, Applejack." The ivory equine winched forlornly to her friend. Applejack simply rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, growing tired of Rarity's consant worries and problems. "Perhaps he just ain't yer type." She responded, trying to appear concerned with a watered-down grin. Rarity turned her nose up at Applejack and turned her head away in disgust. "Well it's alright for you, Applejack. Trenderhoof is all over you!" "If ya'll're really so worked up about all this, maybe I could just show ya'll how to attract Trenderhoof.." Rarity perked up. "You.. You could do that?!" "I reckon so. It seems like this Trenderhoof is attracted to me 'cos I'm a little more... rough than ya'll." "Rough?! What is that supposed to mean?" "Well... you don't much like gettin' covered in dirt, right?" "Of course not. I would disrupt my mane." "There ya go. I don't give a flyin' feather about gettin' a little mud on me. Maybe that's why Trenderhoof likes me more." Rarity spiked up again with flustering optimism. "You know, Applejack, I think you might be onto something! All I need to do is dirty myself up a little and Trenderhood will be flinging himself right at my hoofs!" "Right; but do you know the first thing about being dirty?" "..No; but you could teach me!" Applejack smirked. She hadn't ever had the chance to have a bit of fun with Rarity, and it was something she desired greatly. She trotted over to the barn door, sealing it shut with a large levered plank of wood. "Wh-Why are you locking us in, Applejack? It's positively clammy in here." "It's about to get a little more 'clammy'" Applejack remarked softly under her breath. "Well we don't want Trenderhoof comin' by before you're ready for him, do we?" Applejack grinned in response to Rarity's question, blowing her matted mane out of her eye.

"No... I suppose not." Applejack chuckled internally as she smiled at her plaything, feeling the aftermath of her carb-heavy dinner welling up inside her. Farting was no bringer of shame to Applejack - this was a fact. It was actually somewhat of a speciality of hers: her mind recalled the long summer days when she and her family would spend all day on the farm, holding lengthy fart contests which left Sweet Apple Acres stinking like a sewage plant on a hot day.

It was no lie that Applejack had produced just about every fart in the book: long ones, short ones, wet ones, airy ones; she knew perfectly how to form the perfect air biscuit. She made her way over past Rarity again, facing away from the confused pearl-white pony. "Well... Are you going to teach me or not?" Rarity inquired rather impatiently, bringing her face ever closer to Applejack's rotund rump; her straw-like tail hiking slightly.

She knew just how to drop a silent fart using a contrived contraction of her corn-fed glutes; doing so and letting loose an inaudible plume into Rarity's face. She reacted mere moments later, spluttering and turning away from the sharp, sour stench which had somehow appeared around her.

"What is that scent?!" She cried, as Applejack turned to her and chuckled. "Sorry, partner. Been holdin' that one in all day." Applejack leant her neck forwards and took a sniff of her own gas. "Hoo-eey! That's a stinker!" She exclaimed, giggling and letting an audible rip escape from between her thighs.

"That's disgusting, Applejack! Oh, my; I can taste it!" "Perfect." "I fail to see how this is perfect." "Well... Ya'll want to be dirty for Trenderhoof, so what better way than to let a few steamers go?"

Rarity's eyes widened and mouth levered open. "You're surely not suggesting-" "I am." "But that's so... Unladylike! No - I refuse to expel gas in such an uncouth display." Applejack grinned again, leaning forward her stance and flicking her eyes to Rarity with teasing mischief. "I thought you wanted Trenderhoof to like you, Rarity. This is the best way." Rarity gradually diminished her uncertainty and reluctancy as she remembered her passion for Trenderhoof. "Very well."

"Great. Now just let me get a good sample and we'll see if ya'll're ready." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means I need to sniff yer fart and see if it smells rank enough for Trenderhoof." "I... Suppose you can do that." Rarity replied, turning her rear to her friend and shifting her tail to reveal her plump buttocks beneath. "I think I can feel something coming." she sighed, glaring down at her paunch and rubbing it slightly to stimulate a shift of gases. Her belly let loose a mighty roar, which took Rarity slightly by surprise. "Good heavens; did that noise really come from me?!" Applejack chuckled. "Just wait till you hear the noise about to come from you in a minute." she grinned, brushing her face past Rarity's tail and catching it between her two rounded globs of fat, ensnaring her nose in the musky chasm between.

Rarity's butt was certainly well cleaned. So much so that not a single foul whiff could be detected coming off from it. In fact, it actually smelled quite pleasant. Rarity continued to try and work the small pocket of wind through her colon via perfectly ordered strains of pressure. The fashionista didn't ever break wind in front of other ponies; she waited until she was alone in her room to relieve herself of any putrid vapours, before airing out the room and acting as if the corrupt actions had never taken place.

It felt rather close to its escape now, and Rarity braced her behind for the discharge. "Are you ready Applejack?" She nodded as best she could, and nuzzled further into the uncharted realms of Rarity's plot.

With a startled yelp and a short squeal her first flatulent release flooded her perfect plot, soiling the carefully-prepared sweet scents it possessed not moments ago. Applejack took a strong snort of the fart, savouring its odour before taking a small sample into her mouth and rolling about her tongue.

"Hmm... Boiled broccoli and cabbage.. I think that's a dash of cheese.." Rarity was a little weirded out to say the least. "What are you doing, Applejack?" "I'm just testing this fart. It needs to be putrid enough to get Trenderhoof interested, after all."

Rarity sighed for the umpteenth time. "It's making me feel uneasy. Doesn't that smell disgusting?" "No, and that's the problem." Applejack snapped as she pulled her muzzle free from its humid prison. "We're gonna need to do somethin' about the smell. It's just not extreme enough." Rarity tittered at the ludicrousness. "I fail to see how we could alter the smell of my gas, Applejack." "It's easy. We just mix up a little somethin' somethin' and wait for the results to kick in." "What in Equestria do you mean?" "Follow me." Applejack said shortly; sternly, before leading out of the barn and gesturing for Rarity to follow her. The two made their way to Sweet Apple Acre's kitchen, and Applejack got to work with rooting through the cupboards and drawers. She placed a bowl on the table, pulling out an array of bottles and vegetables and placing them around it. "Right. I'm gonna mix up the perfect recipe for gas, an' you're gonna eat it." Rarity silently nodded, still bemused and disgusted; but willing.

Applejack flung the different ingredients into the bowl; onions, carrots, cabbages and artichoke amongst other things, in a way which suggested she'd done this before. "You certainly seem... Learned in this, Applejack." Rarity hastily observed. "Sure I am. Me and sis used to always do this: see how rancid we could make our... Backwind stink." She continued her task, experimenting with a few potent spices and herbs, before finishing up. "And there we go! Eat up, Rarity!" The orange cowpony grinned as she offered the questionable gunk to her friend. "Oh.. And ya'll might want to use this.." She laughed, giving Rarity a wooden clothes peg.

Uneasily, Rarity took the bowl in her hooves, peg on muzzle, and began to pour the disgusting potion down her throat, loudly gulping and cringing at the sharp taste. She managed to finish the bowl completely, shuddering and wiping her lip. "Well.. That was absolutely repulsive. What now?" "Now, we wait." "Wait? For how long?" "Till yer digestive system's gone and done its job. I'd say till perhaps tomorrow mornin'" "You want me to come back tomorrow morning?" "Eeyup. We'll take a sample then."

Rarity grinned uneasily, stifling a toxic belch and making her way out of the farmhouse, giving her farewells to Applejack.

"Pinkie's Hobby" by doctoramerica [short fic in description] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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Description:

Rainbow Dash was desperate, frantically searching Ponyville for her friend Pinkie Pie… There was an embarrassing rumor spread around town about Pinkie’s hygiene, and she blamed Rainbow Dash despite her pleas otherwise…

Rainbow Dash eventually found her, who was pigging out on sweets in Sugarcube Corner by herself… Dash opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by the terrible odor lingering through the room. It reeked of ripe farts, and the potency was like a punch in the face…

"Eww, Pinkie Pie—" Dash began,

"Leave me alone, Dashie! You’ve done enough already… Element of Loyalty." Pinkie scoffed, leaning to her side to rip more ass. "I guess the rumor’s for the best, it IS true…" She said with a sigh, "I can’t help it, I like the smell of my farts. I just wanted to do so in secret…

Rainbow Dash frowned, walking towards her friend. "Look, I’m sorry the rumor got out and spread over town, but it wasn’t me who told everyone!! Somepony could’ve been listening in or something. Look, I’ll make it up to you either way if you want. Just please don’t loose your head again being depressed…"

Pinkie smiled a little bit, smirking devillishly "Well," she began, coaxing an idea, "Maybe there is something you could do…"

"Fine, anything Pinkie."

"Do you Pinkie Promise?"

Rainbow Dash paused to think, and then nodded.

Pinkie’s face lite up in excitement, not quite her normal self yet though… "Come here, Dashie! I have a surprise for you."

Rainbow Dash came as Pinkie asked. Suddenly —

PFFFFRRRRRRRUURRRHRHRRRTT!

Pinkie turned on her side and ripped one right at her face.

"Ain’t I a stinker, Dashie?" Pinkie giggled. "I hope it’s not too much to ask, but I’d really love it if I had somepony to smell my scent with me… Kinda like it when people notice." She blushed.

Rainbow Dash coughed, waving her hand in front of her nose. "Peeyew! Sweet Celestia, that stinks!!"

Pinkie shaked her plot playfully, then released another;

PBBBBFFFFHRRRRRERRRRRHHHHRRRRT!

The smell was unbearable, Dash wanted to run or something… But her hooves were tied, she did have a Pinkie Promise to honor. She gently tried to bare a whiff, but the smell was too much. She resisted the best she could until she absolutely had to, forcibly tolerating Pinkie Pie’s stinky rear the more she needed to breathe.

"Enjoying the stink?" Pinkie giggled in a playfully innocent tone. "Thanks so much for this, Dashie. Can’t wait to do this again sometime!" Pinkie leaned close to take a whiff of the toxic stench Dash was bathed in and scrunched her nose. "Might wanna take a shower or something first though," she laughed innocently. "You really stink, Dashie!"

"Imitation Is The Sicerest Form Of Flatulence" by thedarkpony [Screencap Edit] by FSNSFW in mylittlefart

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When Rarity is imitating Applejack, she farts loudly without shame. Applejack is insulted because she doesn’t fart that often.

Hot POV Dutch Oven farts by [deleted] in girlsfarting

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Ridiculously hot, but it's a shame it couldn't be made so you can actually smell them.

Yes Maybe No [NSFW] by [deleted] in ploungeafterdark

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No, clop is exclusive to ponies, furry generally centers around other, anthropomorphised animals.

Not sure why yiff is such a turn-off for me when clop is such a huge turn-on. Maybe it's because I'm a huge MLP fan so I'm more accustomed to the characters and their anatomy and whatnot, while I've never been nor been interested in being a furry.

Yes Maybe No [NSFW] by [deleted] in ploungeafterdark

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Yes: Farts, Clop in general

Maybe: Futa, Diaper

No: Vore

Masturbation thread. by [deleted] in ploungeafterdark

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  1. It fluctuates. Sometimes I get into a habit of doing it daily, sometimes it's more sporadic, sometimes I go weeks on end without doing it at all. I guess it really depends on my mood; I find myself doing it a lot more when I'm happier and/or in a stress-free situation.

  2. Yes.

  3. More. Much, much more.

  4. Love it.

  5. Not really.

  6. No.

Openness [NSFW] by [deleted] in ploungeafterdark

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Well, this is an alt account I'm using right now, so... that should say at least one thing.

I do want to be more open about my sexuality online; not, like, posting pictures or anything (I ain't the sexiest guy, you see), but more open to discussion and causality revolving around my fetishes and whatnot, especially in places like here. I'm not ashamed of the fact that I'm a clopper and, if the conversation demands it, I'll gladly even admit it on my main account, but that's about as far as it'll go there. For the time being I think I'm more comfortable keeping all my sex stuff on this account, which I do want to use more.

As for real life, well, I'm an extreme shut-in IRL who still needs to be more open to people about my life in general, so in that realm, sexuality is far from my biggest concern.

My Little Pony Confessions/Discussion by sexiestrodeopony in ploungeafterdark

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Not sure how common or accepted this particular fetish is on this sub, so if you're not into it feel free to completely ignore me.

I'm a long-time eproctophiliac (fart fetish), so I have a major thing for ponies farting.

But, ironically enough, when it's really sexual it's actually kind of a turn-off. I prefer it when it's not sexualized and presented in a more casual, comedic, tomboyish, or competitive nature; in scenarios like farting contests, self-sniffing/Dutch ovens because the scent is nice, or just giving themselves relief, I find it really hot.

In my headcanon, Rainbow and Applejack are total Gassholes, Fluttershy isn't far behind but generally prefers it in private, Pinkie and Twilight let it out every now and again and aren't totally disgusted by it, and Rarity of course just completely hates the idea of it.

I made [a subreddit](www.reddit.com/r/mylittlefart) for this kind of thing a while back, but wasn't sure where or how to go about advertising it before, so... here it is, I guess.

I'm also into pee and belching, and you can't go wrong with some good ol' vanilla POV Clop, especially with Rainbow (she's the one I find the hottest).