Gilda's Wrath

luttershy paused to smell the flowers and watch the happily buzzing bees as she and Angel skipped their way back towards the cottage. The morning visit to the market had been a particularly successful one; Fluttershy carried in her a mouth a basket loaded with fresh, delicious veggies, herbs and cheeses. Some were of course for her animal friends, with the leftovers going straight into a nice healthy stew.

Angel stopped dead in his tracks. He sniffed at the air for a few seconds, before throwing an accusatory paw towards his owner.

“What!? No, Angel, that wasn’t me! I don’t know you could even suggest such a thing!” Fluttershy continued to trot past him, a blush now quite evident on her soft buttery cheeks.

But he was right. Something did smell funny. And as the pair continued up towards the cottage, the strange, garlicky stench grew only stronger.

When they reached the crest of the hill, they saw it.

A huge, choking green smog swirled over the canopies of the Everfree forest. Looking closer, Fluttershy noticed all of the leaves were slowly thinning down to their stalks, dying and shrivelling up. This had to be some kind of horrible pollution, or perhaps mysterious Everfree magic. Whatever it was, Fluttershy didn’t fancy sticking around to find out, and scooped Angel bunny up in her basket before cantering indoors.

But her cottage was in no better shape. The pervasive aroma was actually worse inside, so thick and sickening that Fluttershy could almost slurp it like soup. Something, or someone, had been here recently. There was a kind of warmth in the air, a presence. Her wings wafted open and shut to try and disperse it, but instead only cycled the fumes around the room.

As Fluttershy panicked and looked around, she noticed that not only did her cottage reek, her animal friends were nowhere in sight!

Empty cages swung from the roof, hutches were torn open, all of her pet’s feed bowls had been emptied and strewn about the floor.

“Oh, goodness! Angel, this doesn’t look good. Not at all! What do you think happened?”

Angel was too busy trying to hoist open the window to respond, but the latch had been snapped off. In fact, all of the windows werepurposefully sealed shut, turning Fluttershy’s cottage into a noxious sewerysweat lodge.

Both Fluttershy and Angel gasped at a low, grumbling sound coming from off in the forest. A bit like a warped foghorn, it continued for several seconds before suddenly ceasing and leaving an echo in its wake. If that was the roar of a beast, it was unlike any creature Fluttershy had ever encountered before.

“I have to go and investigate! I just have to! And I know it’s going to be very, very scary, but I can’t sit idly by with all of my precious little animal friends in grave danger!”

While Angel wasn’t as foolhardy as Fluttershy, and would just as easily have found a nice table to cower under until the threat had passed, any excuse to get out of the malodorous cottage was welcome.

And so Fluttershy, with Angel hitching a ride on her back, dashed out of the cottage and into the periphery of the Everfree forest.

As they wandered farther and farther in, there were clear signs pointing them closer to the source of all this devastation. For starters, the trees had been stripped bare of their leaves, and left smoldering. Clusters of birds lay belly up in the dirt, stone dead. While Fluttershy wanted to pause to inspect them, she knew there wasn’t time to waste.

They found Gilda in a little clearing of her own making, crouched down and surrounded by many of Fluttershy’s animal friends. All of them were turning about on the floor, hacking up their lungs and streaming tears. The smell from earlier was stronger now. Much, much stronger. Fluttershy almost passed out after gasping in a big lungful of the horrible airborne filth, holding her wing over her nostrils just to survive. Worst of all, Gilda seemed to be eating something. Gnashing away, chewing and swallowing. It all clicked together and suddenly Fluttershy caught on to where the atrocious smell had come from.

“Gilda!”

The griffon turned with a raised brow. The moment she saw Fluttershy, a thin smile crawled into place on her beak.

“Thank Celestia’s gaping cunt you’re here, Buttershy! I think this little guy’s at the end of his tether…”

She stood up big and tall, and reached a talon back into her wide asscrack to peel out a poor sweat-soaked bunny. Giving it a sniff and retching at the sorry state of it, she cast the provisional jockstrap aside, leaving it wheezing and facedown in the dirt.

“Where do you get off talking to ponies like that?”

“Right here!” Gilda announced, and in only a matter of seconds, she had fingered her drooling cuntlips, huffed in a deep breath of her own rancid odors, and squirted Angel in a thick waterfall of sticky feminine juices. He slipped about, spitting out Gilda’s cum while trying not to vomit.

There was only so much Fluttershy could take before blowing her fuse.

“Now, l-listen here, you big mean bully! I don’t want to speak out of place, but you’ve simply got to go! You’ve completely disrupted the local ecosystem with your… your-”

“Go ahead. Say it. I wanna hear that dirty little word coming outta your sweet little lips!” Gilda burst forth and stroked her wet, cum-slickened claw along Fluttershy’s muzzle, “If you do, I might reconsider razing your cottage to the ground.”

Not that word… anything but that. Fluttershy couldn’t even imagine doing something as inappropriate as passing gas, let alone talking about it.

“Your fa…”

“What was that? Didn’t hear you there.”

“Your farts, okay? Your awful, horrible farts! And might I just add that you should really rethink your diet, because it is not at all natural for them to smell like that!”

“Whoof! You should talk dirty to me more often, Fluttershy, you’re a real pro at it!” Gilda punctuated this point by slipping her jizz-soaked digit into Fluttershy’s lips, then stalked back to her little spot in the middle of the clearing.

“But if you wanna critisize my rank farts, you only have yourself to blame!” As she said this, she raised up her other claw, letting Fluttershy get a good look at what she had been nibbling on this entire time.

A big meaty drumstick, trickling grease all down Gilda’s arm. Fluttershy stared at it for a few moments. She knew that griffons ate meat, of course, and that likely explained the intensity of the stench. But there was a horrible gnawing feeling in her stomach. Why would Gilda be smirking at her like that? Unless of course she had taken that drumstick from…

“Oh my gosh. You… Don’t tell me you…”

“See for yourself!” She stepped aside to reveal a small fire that had died down into embers, and skewered above it, rotating slowly around and around and cooking, was none other than Elizabeak, half of her limbs torn away from her charred body.

Fluttershy collapsed into the dirt and sobbed, mucus and tears mingling over her face as she wept out loud.

“Oh, you ponies! Such drama queens! Frankly I’m offended you were raising such delicious animals and not even thinking about roasting them up with a little rosemary and thyme yourself!”

The wave of shock and sadness passed. Fluttershy now only felt anger and hatred. She started to snort and huff, getting angrier and angrier, turning her targeted glare up to Gilda before charging full pelt.

“Nobody… hurts… my… animal friends!”

But her moment of heroism was short lived. Gilda grabbed her by the wings and held her up in the air, laughing and spitting chunks of chicken in her face.

“Okay, that was pretty cute, I admit!”

“Let me go! Leave my animal friends alone! What have I ever done to you?”

“What have you done to me? Well I decided to eat up all that pet food of yours, even all of the slop outta the pig pen, and I’m starting to think you’re not feeding your animals very well!” She pressed Fluttershy down into her taut belly, letting her hear the nightmare that was churning up inside.

And then, still holding Fluttershy against her bloated belly so she could hear it rushing out, Gilda cocked up her leg and pumped out a bough-rattling burst of wet, beefy flatus. A few more birds plummeted out of the sky.

Fluttershy struggled, trying to push herself away from Gilda, or simply cover her nostrils, but it was no use. Within just a few seconds, a fresh, broiling wave of miasma washed over her, making her dry heave. It was truly the most abominable thing she had ever smelled in her life. It was like rotting meat, lumpy milk and raw skunk oil all mixed together and left to turn sour. If Fluttershy had been given the chance to eat her lunch, she would have lost it there and then.

“See? Pretty ripe, ain’t it?”

“Please…” Fluttershy coughed.

“Y’know what? I’m actually feeling a little generous. I’m gonna let you go, if you do something for me.”

“What…?”

“Fart. Right now. I wanna hear it!”

Fluttershy eeped and blushed.

“But… I don’t really need to right now.”

“What a lame excuse! I’m sure you have a little peep in that nice soft belly of yours!” Gilda brushed her claw up and down that nice soft belly, before gripping it tightly and trying to force something out.

“Ouch! S-Stop, you’re hurting me!”

But Gilda only squeezed harder, lifting Fluttershy up so that her pert little bottom was pressed up to her ear. She shook the distraught pegasus around like a can of spray paint, now using both hands to knead her belly, practically wringing her out like an empty tube of ointment.

“C’mon! Push! Push!”

“No! I don’t want to, I-”

prt

She threw Fluttershy down into the ground, sniffing loudly to try and suck up whatever meagre scent there was to Fluttershy’s whisper of a release. Only a light smell of digested carrot juice and cauliflower, nothing impressive.

“See! You lied to me, you did have something in there!”

Fluttershy nursed her aching stomach with her hooves. Even if she saw an opportunity to escape, Gilda would outrun or outfly her easily.

“But that was pretty pathetic. I think we can get you do do much better!”

“Wh-What? You said you would let me go if I-”

“I’m gonna help you! I’m sure you’re a pro farter really, you just need a little gas in the tank!”

Fluttershy trembled at the sound of Gilda stomping closer. Her view of burned-out treetops was swiftly replaced by fat, furry bird butt, and then darkness.

Gilda swivelled her hips. She had to admit, even though these ponies were useless at just about everything else, their faces made for very comfortable seatcushions. Great for soaking up her raucous…

BRRRRRT

“Whoops! Heh. Sorry, Flutterbutt, that one slipped out, honest!”

The smell was already unbearable from a mile away, and even worse a few feet away, but flushed out directly into Fluttershy’s face? It was torture.

Her limbs and wings flapped about, aggressively trying to pull away. She didn’t just shout into Gilda’s ass, she screamed.

“Whoa there!” Gilda held Fluttershy in place as the spasms slowly died down. With a smile on her face, she forced out another short, silent fart and sure enough the violent thrashing immediately returned. Her guts were really brewing up something gnarly today.

“Sheesh! Calm down, would ya? I’m trying to help you out here!” Gilda’s butt momentarily raised. Fluttershy sucked in a deep, desperate gasp. Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Gilda! Please! Please! Don’t fart on me again, I’m going to die! Please just take whatever you want! Do whatever you want to me, but no more gas! I’m begging you!”

The griffon rolled her eyes and cocked her brow. This histrionic little slut sure gave herself over easy.

“Open your mouth.”

“Oh, Gilda! Please! I’ll do anything, jus-”

“Your mouth! Open it!”

Fluttershy froze in shock for a few moments, before taking one look at Gilda’s asshole and complying.

“Wider. Stick out that cute little tongue of yours for me!”

When her mouth was opened wide enough for Gilda to see the back of her throat, she slammed back down, using precision to ensure that her steaming birdhole was perfectly flush with Fluttershy’s open maw.

With the deadliest weapon she had ever encountered resting on her tongue, Fluttershy’s violent, twisting movements increased tenfold. She screamed, bawled and sobbed, and continued to do so until a short burst of gas shut her up.

And that short burst was followed up by a longer one, then a longer one, each one upping the length and wetness until Gilda was pumping Fluttershy full with one single, uninterrupted flow.

Gilda’s muffled flatulence continued for a long, long time. She only paused to take breaths and wipe the sweat of exertion from her brow. Fluttershy had started out sobbing and squirming, but over time her protests and efforts died down. After a certain point, she simply laid there and accepted her fate. Gilda’s gas poured over her tongue and down her esophagus, some even backing up into her nostrils. She was little more than a filter for the beast’s cruel effluence, and all she could do was hope it would end sometime today.

Between the griffon’s legs, Fluttershy’s belly gradually grew larger and larger, at first making it look like Fluttershy had just enjoyed a huge meal, and eventually like she was pregnant with several foals.

Gilda couldn’t help but notice this. It was something to be proud of, really—she was gravid with so much rancid stink that she could fill a pony up to bursting point and still have loads left for herself.

The larger it got, the more Fluttershy’s stomach gurgled. A few moans and sobs were felt below Gilda’s ass, this time not just from the agony of having such a lengthy fart forced down her gullet, but from the pains of her stomach expanding to its limits.

“Ahh!” Gilda finally, finally stood. Looking back, she found Fluttershy murmuring, dried tears staining her cheeks and fresh ones pooling in her eyes. It looked like a hot iron had been pressed into her face.

“Ouuughhh…” Fluttershy clutched her growling dirigible of a belly. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a long, wavering belch.

“Ha! You can say that again!”

She then farted, several sloppy bursts spewing from her. All of Gilda’s putrid fumes rumbled through her tight pony pucker, not sounding as threatening as with their original owner but certainly smelling as deadly.

“There! Now you’ve got some real gas to play with! No need to thank me, you’re quite welcome!”

Before leaving Fluttershy to deflate, Gilda rolled her over onto her nice round belly. She then waltzed off towards town, the sounds of Fluttershy’s uncontrollable flatulence ringing around the entire forest behind her.