The Fart II: The Fart of the Cards
Fart I - A Gas from the Past
It was a crazy weekend for each of them, but like any true friends, Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity managed to work things out. Returning to the hallways of Canterlot High that fine, Monday morning, everyone was none the wiser over the hostile slumber party the six friends partook in, and they didn’t need to. Everything was right as rain, and that’s the only thing they needed to know.
Today was an especially good day for Pinkie Pie, because today was the first day for a brand new student, and as she walked with her friends, she jerked her head about, searching for an unfamiliar face.
“Jeez!” Pinkie Pie squealed. “We’re never going to find him at this rate.”
“Uh, sugar?” replied Applejack. “We just walked into the school. Besides, he probably hasn’t gotten here yet.”
“Then I should find him and get him here faster so I can welcome him sooner!”
“Careful Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash playfully chided. “You don’t want to get too excited and rip one in front of everyone.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Rarity scoffed. “We practically had to quarantine the house after what you ‘ripped.’”
At this point, people began to turn heads as they overheard the girls’ conversation, making Sunset nervous with what they would or already did find out.
“But that’s behind us now,” Sunset responded loudly with a canned smile. “Let’s try and find the new guy and give him a great big Canterlot High welcome!”
“Now we’re talking!” Pinkie chirped.
The other students resumed their own business, allowing Sunset and her friends to continue strolling without further suspicion. Turning a corner towards another hall full of lockers, Pinkie’s eyelids shot open, noticing the new student among the myriad of others around him.
He wore baggy grey pants and a small black tank top that still looked extremely loose on his scrawny body. His exposed arms and face were crimson, and he had a short, messy black hairdo with a pair of very large sideburns running down the side of his head. Regardless of his ruggedly off-putting physique, Pinkie Pie eagerly pranced over to the kid, leaving her other friends behind. With a final leap, she placed herself inches from his left and glowered over him with the widest smile.
“You must be the new guy!” she rambled. “I’m Pinkie Pie and these are–”
Turning to introduce the others, she was silenced by the sight of her other friends casually walking over, still too far to speak at conversational level.
“Well,” Pinkie Pie said, turning back to the boy, “my friends will be here shortly. What’s your name?”
The boy slowly rotated his head to look Pinkie dead in the eyes, meeting her with a weak, lazy frown.
“…Tirek,” he mumbled.
“Sorry, what was that?” she quickly asked, putting her hand-cupped ear over his mouth.
“I’m–”
“Pinkie,” scolded Applejack, “give the poor feller some space! Goodness knows he doesn’t need that kind of pressure on his first day.”
“Sorry,” Pinkie responded with excited, quivering knees, “I can’t help it! He was just giving his name, but I couldn’t hear it, and knowing someone’s name is just another step to becoming friends with them and–”
The next sound was short, quick, but irreversible, and the sudden stiffness of Pinkie’s body and newly-formed grimace only further cemented the fart she had let out.
“Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash groaned loudly. “Of all the days you break wind in front of the new kid, it had to be the weekend after our–”
With almost incalculable speed, Tirek groped Pinkie Pie’s legs and squeezed his face on the cheek of her ass. Fluttershy hopped up and squealed with fright, hiding behind Sunset in a nervous quiver. With a massive inhale, a Tirek whiffed what remained of Pinkie Pie’s gas that hung in the air. The act caught the attention of everyone in the hall, rendering them as paralyzed as Pinkie was in this moment. With a relaxed sigh, Tirek relinquished his hold on Pinkie and stood up to look at his mortified peers, seemingly unfazed by the glares of sheer disgust that pierced into him.
“Quite the lucky one, isn’t she,” he quietly said with a growing smile and slow bow. “However, you will not have such fortune… again!”
Tirek broke into a sprint, easily able to weave around the statues of the students that bore witness to what he had done to Pinkie Pie. The first to move was Pinkie, Sunset, and her friends, turning to face the direction where Tirek had run off.
“Who…” Rainbow Dash woozily wondered, “was that guy?”
“I…” the traumatized Pinkie Pie answered, “I don’t think I really wanna’ know anymore.”
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Rainbow Dash grabbed her blue jacket from her locker, tossing her sweat-soaked hair about to feel the delightful chill that washed over her scalp. Other girls around her began to walk towards the locker-room exit with their duffel bags and backpacks on their person, a softball bat in each of the side pockets.
“See you tomorrow, Rainbow Dash!” called the final girl as she left with a wave.
“See ya, Cumulus!” she replied. “Good practice!”
The room was now empty and her teammates were heading home. Throwing her jacket on, Rainbow Dash, zipped up her untidy duffel bag and her backpack and walked to the exit herself. Turning the hallway to get to the door, she was greeted suddenly by Tirek, who stood in the way of the door. What caught Rainbow Dash even further off guard was that his tank top had fit snugly on his now well-toned abs and pecs.
“Whoa!” she shouted, stepping back. “You’re not allowed to be in here!”
“But I must!” he responded, a far deeper and menacing tone in his voice.
Rainbow Dash juked away to leave, but Tirek charged forwards, pinning her to the wall and pressing her neck in.
“What…” she gasped. “How? How are you so strong and fast all of the sudden?”
At that moment, the door opened, and stumbling through it was Flash Sentry, weak at the knees and leaning against the wall with his left hand clutching his gut.
“Let…” he grunted with a limp reach forwards, “her go…”
Unable to stand any longer, Flash collapsed to the floor, Rainbow Dash’s eyes widening further in shock.
“You monster!” she shouted. “What have you done to him?”
“His character was bland…” Tirek giggled, “but his scent was delicious!”
Tirek leaned his face toward hers, and as she tried to futilely push her head back into the wall, a small squeak was heard coming from her bum. With a smile and a deep inhale, Rainbow Dash found herself farting uncontrollably and continuously. A green trail of gas seeped under her skirt and flew into Tirek’s nostrils. Rainbow Dash squealed and cried out as her flatulence continued and her stomach began to burn.
Finally, with a high-pitched squeak cutting it off, her fart ended, and the last of her gas entered his nose. Rainbow Dash crumpled to the floor like a half-stuffed doll, and as her eyes grew heavy, the last sight she could see was Tirek’s muscles in this arms, chest, and abdomen growing larger, his top becoming skin-tight.
“But yours is the most delicious of all…” he smugly said.
Tirek began to laugh loudly just as his top tore off and he grew four inches, feeling the power of Rainbow Dash’s mighty fart coursing throughout his body. His laugh echoed on, for he knew that Flash and Rainbow Dash were just the very beginning.
