Rarity's Noxious Yoga [commission]
Rarity's Noxious Yoga
Rarity opened her eyes slowly as a long yawn escaped her lips. She rolled over onto the soft, silky solace of her still-warm bed; although she knew it was well past 10, she just didn't feel like getting up.
She pulled her head from its imprint in her pillow and rubbed her eyes lazily, yawning yet again as she held up her hoof to shield her eyes from the intruding sun.
"I think that's the deepest sleep you've had in some time, Rarity." She had made a habit of talking to herself.
"As nice as it is to just laze around in bed all day, you have that dress to work on..." She rolled out of bed and threw the duvet up, receiving an unwanted whiff of her abominable body odour.
"Oh, No, Rarity.. You'd better have a shower first."
She did just that, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she trudged to the en suite and took a shower, slathering herself in all manner of body oils and gels to mask any sort of negative scent.
Nopony's would've guessed, but Rarity had a habit of being naturally rather uncouth when she was alone. It was something she was not a fan of, but also something she simply couldn't control.
Her body was one more suitable for a lazy, slovenly stallion than a polite and petite mare.
As she stifled the offensive odours steaming from her sweaty pits and chest, she was able to continue on with her morning routine.
Rarity had gotten into yoga rather recently, and impulsively, and found it to be most relaxing.
Her sister was asleep or out at this time, and the whole back room of Carousel Boutique was empty and hers to use.
She contentedly trotted down the stairway, heading for the back room and ready to stretch her body into many positions, but somehow she wasn't totally comfortable.
Maybe it was something she ate, but Rarity's stomach was not feeling well today; it was grumbling and hurting like mad, and she wasn't sure exactly what she should do in a situation like this.
She entered the back room of the boutique, two large mats laid out across the floor.
"I suppose I'll just do a few minutes today." She said to herself, hoping to head into town and find something to ease her stomach later.
She secured a sweatband around her face and slipped into a tight, Lycra suit, perfect for yoga.
She wanted to start with the first position, which involved her getting onto her hind legs and leaning forwards, lifting one leg up behind her.
She felt herself lean forwards, her belly compressing against the weight of her body, her leg raising gingerly as..
*phhrbbbt*
A loud, airy fart cracked through the Ivory mare's buttocks. She stood up quickly, yipping in surprise.
"Oh... Oh my.." Her face reddened with embarrassment. It wasn't a marelike thing to do to fart so loudly, but she couldn't deny it was relieving.
She was home alone, and the awkward pain in her gut had not ceased, so who would hear if she just let out another fart or two... There'd be no damage in that...
She decided to give the position a second try, she was supposed to hold it for ten seconds after all.
She leant forward again, feeling that same pressure and biting her lip in bated anticipation.
*frrrrrrrrrrrpt*
A low, long, drone of a fart drizzled between her sweaty butt cheeks, her belly gurgling as it evacuated the toxic gas.
The stench of boiled broccoli seeped through the soft material of the workout outfit, lingering to the mare's unexpecting nostrils.
"Urgh. They're not pleasant this morning.."
Another quick pop of gas slipped out as she continued to hold the position.
She grimaced, the absolutely nauseating smell swarming around the mare, making her stomach turn.
The next position was one which involved sticking her rump up in the air with her head low against the ground - perfect.
She felt her face press against the soft, padded mat as her rear shot upwards, poised up against the ceiling as her tail quivered uneasily under the pressure of the gas in her bowels.
Almost seconds later her butt ripped out like a trumpet, a bright toot of brassy flatulence shooting through the tight costume, lasting a solid four seconds.
She sighed.
"This is disgusting, Rarity. I'm just lucky I'm alone..." She blushed.
Another fart shortly found its way out, her skin-tight suit softly undulating against the brunt of the gaseous rip.
*BRRRRAAAPT*
She gritted her teeth as her cheeks flushed with red shame; her farts smelt absolutely foul, but she was admittedly starting to feel more relieved.
Panting, Rarity rolled over onto her back for the next position, in which she laid down and stuck her legs up into the air, suspending them there for twenty seconds.
The new position her legs were in seemed to shift something somewhere in her gut; she felt the bubbling sensation before she heard the damp, wet ripples of flatulence exit her derrière, her breath stolen from her as she felt the immense relief of the wet fart.
"Oh CELESTIA. That's just vile."
Another sloppy, quiet fart slithered free.
*brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlpt*
The back of her Lycra panties actually felt warm and wet now; Rarity wasn't sure if this was a buildup of sweat or.... Something more sinister.
She held her bloated belly, applying soft rubs and cooing under her breath as her buttocks rolled against the force of a wet, popping plosion of nasty gas.
It was a much longer one this time, slowly bubbling against the tortured fabric of her suit with a slow increase in force, ending in a loud rip of violent flatulence, painful and deafening, and then....
Her gas was gone.
She went limp and panted loudly, coughing and pinching her nose against the cruel cloud of pony gas circulating her.
She was worn out, smelly, and she was quite sure this suit had been damaged beyond repair, but her belly problems seemed to have subsided.
"Ahh..! Some nasty jobs have to be done... Whew.. Whatever I've been eating doesn't seem.... Doesn't smell to be agreeing with me.."
She stood up, slipping wetly out of the sweaty suit.
"I think I'm going to need another shower...
Or several."