Fascinating Flatulence Fiction

"Ugh, my stomach... I feel so bloated!"

Octavia moved a forehoof down and rubbed it cautiously over her belly that rumbled in discomfort. She certainly could not have picked a worse time to have dinner cause a case of indigestion. Five minutes, five whole minutes before the curtain would rise and she'd be stuck there and forced to ride out the pain until the end. She looked around at all the rest of the ponies who made up the orchestra. She dug her teeth nervously into her bottom lip, anxiety built up a knot in her throat as she felt pressure building against the tight dry orifice that was just beneath the base of her tail. "I could try to just, ...ease it out slowly... maybe it won't make a sound," she thought silently to herself. She looked around again, took a deep breath and relaxed.

She instantly regretted her attempt as she relaxed her anus and went to relieve herself of the gaseous waste that was causing her such discomfort. *Frrt!* It was dry and, much to Octavia's dismay, audible enough that she seized back up and clenched her pucker tightly as possible. She heard it and she jerked her head about nervously to the ponies sitting next to her to see if they had heard it. She then took a sniff at the air... the smell of body odor permeated almost everything else. She counted herself lucky.

Three minutes and counting, Octavia was itching to run away and just relieve herself, but she felt as though the flatulence was merely a prelude to something much worse... something she might not have time to deal. Besides that, this particular Conductor was a strict as nails and absolutely hated waiting on anypony but the audience. She fumbled with her bow, whimpering quietly as she shifted on her hind legs. No sudden movements, not a single one or else she might expel the noxious fumes and destroy her dignity.

Two minutes to show time, they were in the middle of tuning their instruments. Octavia redoubled her efforts, trying to best to adjust the strings of her cello, then gave them a thorough test to make sure they were properly adjusted. Her face was strained, her hind legs almost buckling as she clenched her rump tightly. She gave Fate a silent thanks to the fact that nopony was behind her to notice.

"I can do this... the first piece is only five minutes... I can survive that," Octavia recited to herself quietly as the curtain raised and she found herself staring into a crowd of at least two hundred ponies. The conductor's baton tapped the wooden podium loudly, drawing silence from both the crowd and the orchestra. You could hear a pin drop, a mouse squeak and most definitely a pony who was trying to let out a fart. The silence almost taunted her, as if it wanted to see her give up her hold and just let it go.

The painful moment of silence faded away quickly enough as the Conductor motioned his baton and the orchestra began playing. A beautiful composition too, a nocturne titled "Reverence To the Stars". She tried to enjoy the music, but to focus on both playing her part perfectly and at the same time clutching her anus shut to spare her dignity was proving to be quite the difficult challenge. Her only peace being that her parts in this piece were easy enough, minus the two crescendos, but even a novice cellist could manage with their eyes closed.

Her stomach churned in anger, her pucker buckled and she felt her hold weakening as the final crescendo was played out and the piece came to it's rather abrupt end. Oh how she wanted to run away, how she wanted to gallop off the stage and just let it all go. Unfortunately, the consequences of having staved it off this long washed over her. If she even went to move, she'd relax and then... well, the ponies here would get an encore in F Major.

The conductor offered the orchestra a pleased smile, turned the page then tapped his wand again. A serenade this time, and this particular piece didn't call for her cello at all. A relief, but still there was no way for her to pardon herself. It was considered rude for anypony to go offstage while the curtain was raised. So while she was able to enjoy the soft violin heavy melody now filling the auditorium, she still found herself unable to relax. The pressure was surmounting, her eyes watered slightly... oh how she just wanted to let go at this point! She almost didn't care that her flatulence would be incredibly loud and the sound would be amplified by the design of the room. The smell would be horrendous, no doubt! All eyes would ogle her with shock and awe, then turn to scowls as they silently berated her for doing something so rude and unbecoming of a ladylike mare.

The piece ended, the conductor turned and bowed and there was a five minute intermission issued as the curtain slowly drew down. At last, a break! A moment to go and find a private place where she could relieve herself of this terrible discomfort. She went to go relax back on all fours, but her eyes shot open and hooves grasped her cello in fright as her her black puffy anus puckered out in a desperate attempt to release the burden it had thus far held back. Her hooves fumbled, she found her equilibrium lost as her cello tumbled over along with her body. It made quite the racket as it hit the stage floor and Octavia found herself quickly landing on top of it! The fall was enough to knock the breath out of her! She gasped sharply, then whimpered as all eyes turned on her in a mixture of concern and curiosity as to what had happened. What came next was the most longest drawn out dry fart that probably anypony had ever heard! It cut the silent like a hot knife through butter. *Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt*, her anus puckered outward, squeezing out the gaseous waste through the small wrinkle which caused gave it a slightly higher than usual monotone tonality. It lasted only seven seconds, to which in Octavia's mind might as well be eternity.

It finally ended, she remained on the ground... face down, her face hot and reddened with embarrassment. She could already feel their judging stares. She was ruined, she'd never show her face again!

"Hey... are you okay," came a voice she recognized as the conductor. She meekly looked up, tears in her eyes. She feared she'd see disappointment, but she only saw a comforting smile.

"It's all right, nothing to be ashamed of... happens to the best of us," he consoled her as he helped her back to her hooves.

"R-really.. I'm... I'm sorry, I tried to hold it in," Octavia went to explain, but the conductor put a hoof to her muzzle to quiet her.

"I applaud your diligence... as does everypony here, for remaining a professional while we were playing," he looked around and saw that all the other orchestra members seemed to agree with him.

"But honestly... you could've just let it go before we started. I mean, I know my reputation, but even I can't be that cruel as to make a pony remain in discomfort," he said as he picked up her cello.

Octavia just smiled, still blushing hotly as all eyes were on her at the moment.

"Thank you, but now... I think I really need to use the little mare's room," and with that said, Octavia rushed off.

As she passed one of the ponies playing in the brass, he gave her a smile and a wink.

"Between me and you, that was... kind of hot, lets talk after the show's over," he whispered as to not be overheard by the other ponies nearby.

"Oh.... oh my," Octavia stuttered as she stepped away, she was... quite frankly charmed by the remark. It was only while she was on the toilet did she give it anymore thought. Two things then dawned on her... One, she was contented by a stallion flirting with her for farting in front of him, publicly. Secondly, she was actually considering his proposition! Then thirdly she only realized when a hoof reached down to her more tender regions, she was unusually damp and it certainly wasn't from urinating...