Gilda's Wrath

Rainbow Dash’s morning nap had been interrupted several times, by persistent waves of strange, reverberating noise. In her sleepy state she had dismissed the din as an out-of-practice brass band proceeding through the town, but now it sounded closer to the calls of a wounded animal.

Giving up her efforts to catch a few more Z’s, Rainbow Dash left the comfort of her cloud to find the cause of this disruption.

Things looked okay at first glance. Quite normal, in fact. That was until the treetops started to quiver, and that same lowing, droning sound flushed across the horizon. This time it was even closer.

“Whoever’s making all that noise, I’m gonna find you!” She hollered across the outskirts of the town, “Nopony stops Rainbow Dash from napping!”

“How about a griffon?”

Dashie whipped around to find Gilda lounged on a cloud, picking out little cottony clumps with her claw and flicking them away.

“G! Wh-When’d you get back in town?”

“Oh, just today. Sorry for not stopping by, Dash, I’ve been real busy.”

“Busy, huh?” Rainbow Dash, quite sceptical of her old flight school buddy, settled back onto her nap cloud, but not before nudging it several feet away. She could hardly forget the bitter taste left in her mouth after Gilda’s last visit.

“Busy as a bee! I paid a few of your friends a visit!”

“Alright, Gilda, cut the cowdung, what are you doing here? If you even laid a single talon on my friends I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Attack me with friendship? Strike me down with love and understanding? Face it, Dash, you’re a softie now! All you dweeby ponies are! All you care about is picking flowers, and holding hooves and singing your little songs… it’s disgusting!”

Speaking of disgusting, Rainbow Dash had now caught on to the griffon’sheavy body odor. She didn’t exactly smell fresh on the best of days, but this was something far worse than even her nose was accustomed to. It were as if Gilda had been using garbage bags as deodorant and skunk spray as perfume. Her snout crinkled at the offending stench.

“Eugh! Gilda, you reek! Now I’m all for natural scents and all, but it feels like the back of my throat is bleeding… sweet Celestia!”

At this, Gilda simply lifted her claw behind her head.

“Oh, that? It’s my new fragrance. Y’like it?”

“It’s rancid! You been hanging out with Diamond Dogs or somethin’?”

“Naw, Dash, this is all me! You don’t remember junior speedsters? Our little contests? Don’t tell me you forgot about the contests!”

Now she remembered. Her and Gilda, the least ladylike ladies in that camp, would hold exclusiev tournaments between just the two of them: Who could go longest without washing, who could muster up the longer belch… their fart contests garnered infamy around the camp.

But even back then, when Gilda had triumphed over her instewing up the foulest body odor and taken her winnings in the form of forcing Dash into a headlock, she never smelled this bad. This was something downright unnatural. Simply to keep herself from passing out, Rainbow Dash sent the miserable funk back where it came from with a few flaps of her wings.

“Of course I remember, but it was never this raunchy…”

“Well of course not, dummy. We were kids. Now I’m all grown up and my ripe, juicy wingpits have grown up with me!”

Rainbow Dash shuddered as a long-forgotten memory rushed back to her. Gilda’s wingpits. The absolute bane of her existence for many weeks of flight camp. The horrifying smell of those things had scarred her so deeply that she could lucidly recall it now. Gilda used her wings as a threat back in those days, and it always worked. Dash would gladly give up her extra pillow instead of facing Gilda’s dripping, heady wingstink. The idea that they could smell even worse now… she winced at the thought, and Gilda took notice.

“Struck a nerve? What’s the matter? You used to looooove the smell of my dirty wings! Remember? You’d tuck in there nice and easy, I’d have you slurping up wing drippings for hours!”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember, but you don’t scare me, Gilda.”

“I don’t?”

“No! It’s true that your body reek always won, it’s true that your wingpits smelled worse than my morning dumps, but there was one thing I always beat you at!”

“Oh, that’s right! Ripping flank.”

“You got it! My patootie had the meanest bark and the ugliest bite in that entire camp, still does!” Rainbow Dash spun around and tauntingly wobbled her perky butt.

“And I bet that all these years later, I could still out-toot you even in my sleep!”

“Interesting wager. What happens to the loser?”

“Same rules as the old days, G. Loser becomes the winner’s wing-warmer for an entire afternoon.”

“Afternoon? This ain’t baby camp no more, Dash. I say we make it more interesting. Loser has to serve the winner’s wings for the rest of their pitiful life.”

Gilda flashed a wide, silvery grin.

Even with all of Rainbow’s bravado and confidence, that comment still made her blood run cold. Living and breathing Gilda’s noxious underwings for the rest of her life… for however long that ended up being. It was a terrifying prospect, but she had faith in herself, and in her ability to let loose some vicious farts. After all, just last month she had trumped both Big Macintosh and Soarin in the same evening running only on a carton of expired milk. She already had a few bad ones bubbling up this morning after a late night pizza feast. This would be easy as pie.

“Alright, you’re on!” Dash hawked and spat into her hoof, offering it to the griffon.

Instead of responding with just saliva though, Gilda went one better and suckled all the way back into her throat, hacking up a fat, glistening yellow loogie onto her claw.

The slimy appendages met with a splash and with that, the tourney began.

“Aww yeah! Time to make some clouds!” Rainbow Dash rubbed her stomach to warm up.

“I’ll let you go first, give you a sporting chance.” Gilda smirked.

“I call this one the hurricane shriek!”

Back in the day Rainbow’s “special moves” were the hallmark of every fart-off, and even if she was now older she’d never stopped perfecting the classics and inventing some new ones.Rainbow assumed position. Her toned cheeks flexed, facing Gilda, and her tail began to whirl around and around, acting as a makeshift fan that would send her awful protein farts directly into the griffon’s awaiting nostrils.

“Three… Two… One!”

Rainbow grunted and her ass erupted with a loud, popping fart. The more she pushed, the higher the pitch grew, until it was squealing through her tight balloon knot at supersonic speed. With her tail forming a cyclone, the hot miasma funnelled into Gilda’s face, and smelled truly abhorrent. Even for a being as disgusting as Gilda, it was difficult to choke down. Rainbow’s fart both sounded and stunk like burning out car tyres, with a hint of rotten eggs.

After it reached a high note and screeched to a halt, Rainbow left off by fanning her wings back at Gilda just for good measure.

The smell was awful. Gilda couldn’t deny it, but it was still rosewater compared to what she was cooking up.

“Had enough already? They’re only gonna get worse from here on out!”

“That was a pretty strong start, but you’re gonna have to do way better than that if you wanna beat me!”

In the blink of an eye, Gilda’s fat ass was turned towards her opponent. If she really wanted to, she could quite easily knock Rainbow Dash off her cloud like a coconut shy and leave her grounded for life. But where was the fun in that? She could at least give her old buddy the illusion of success.

“This is one I’ve been working on. I like to call it the earthquake from above! Better find something to hold on to!”

Gilda braced her cheeks extra hard, tensioning the soft doughy fat into two hard slabs of amplifying meat.

Rainbow Dash barely had time to take cover before Gilda unleashed her anal explosion. Thefoul winds came thundering from her ass as loud as the real thing. Rainbow Dash covered her ears just to protect her hearing, and after ten long, rumbling seconds of the entire sky shaking and stirring, she could actually hear them ringing.

“Whoa.”

“Ahh! Sniff it and weep, Rainbow Crash!”

Fortunately Rainbow was far away enough that most of the stench dispersed before it reached her nostrils, but that didn’t make it any less torturous when it did.

“Awwww! Sick, Gilda! That smells like somepony took Applejack’s fertilizer and left it to marinade in a septic tank! What the hay have you been eating, girl?”

“That’s my secret recipe, Dash. Afraid I can’t tell you.” She gave her hefty belly a trusty pat with her claw and burped. Gilda knew of course that Rainbow was choking down partly the remnants of Fluttershy’s little animal friends, partly the broken down result of gallons of Applejack’s cider, and partly the poorly-combined outcome of inhaling Pinkie’s sugary treats. She was suffocating in a cloud of her own friends’ culinary efforts. That thought alone made Gilda a little wet between the haunches.

“Alright, alright, my turn! And this one’sbrutal!”

To Gilda’s surprise, Rainbow Dash floated towards her. A bold move, for sure.

“I like to call this baby the blowtorch! Better get a good whiff of my ass now, ‘cos by the time I’m through you won’t be smelling anything for weeks!”

With this, Rainbow turned swiftly and bumped her butt into Gilda’s face. Her cheeks were lean, and perfectly toned. Every time her glutes flexed, theylocked Gilda’s beak into a vice-like grip between them.

The natural state of Rainbow’s flanks was tame compared to Gilda’s swampy ass, but still quite strong and slick with musky, oniony sweat. Her asshole in particular was smelling absolutely rotten with fresh moisture. It was clear that her day had begun with a rigorous morning flight across town and no shower to follow up.

Gilda didn’t have long to take that in, though.

Rainbow Dash’s tight asshole tapped her beak, curling outwards, before puckering back in. This continued a few times, as if the pegasus were trying to force it into just the right embouchure.

Then, all of a sudden, a sharp, directed rush of whistling wind burst forth from Rainbow’s puckered hole, and it didn’t take long for Gilda to find out what gave this manoeuver its name. It was hot. Not just hot, it was burning the inside of her nostrils. She gasped in surprise, only filling her lungs with more raw sulfur. Rainbow Dash gave a feminine grunt and spread her cheeks wide, angling her ass up and down, her silent needle of flatulence drawing all over Gilda’s face, puffing and spewing its unbearable paint-peeling scent.

“Hnng… feel the burn?”

Gilda retched.

Luna above, she actually retched. She scolded herself mentally for even allowing such a thing to happen. Her, the queen of disgusting and duchess of deplorable had actually dry heaved on the hot, festering smell of a pony’s fart. Not a griffon’s fart, nor a dragon’s, but a pony! It was just that bad. And not only were the sizzling heat and appalling smell impressive, so too was the length. It just kept going and going, not making a sound but still causing so much aromatic destruction. A thick cloud of it was now suspended around Gilda’s wrinkled face. She lurched forward and retched again, this one coming from deep in her gullet.

“Ooh! That was a g- huuurgh! -good one, Gilda! If I… mmmnnh! Make you hurl I win by default!”

What made Gilda most furious wasn’t Rainbow Dash’s cockiness, it was the fact that the smell of her fart was seriously getting to her. Her eyes were stinging with tears. In that moment she almost put aside her pride and waved the white flag. She wasn’t sure for how much longer this thing would continue to sear her nostrils, and wasn’t sure for how much longer she could take it.

A few moments later it finally finished with a little plosive popping sound, followed by a squelch. Rainbow Dash slunk forward in relief, rubbing her slimy stinkhole against Gilda’s beak as the final spiteful cherry on top.

Rolling back onto her cloud, she peered back through heavy, lidded eyes and took a few sniffs of her own foul creation.

“Mmm-mm! Niiiice and eggy! Just try not to pass out there, G, wouldn’t want you falling outta the sky!”

But Gilda barely even heard what Rainbow Dash had to say. The anger was boiling up inside her. This little punk was going to get it; every ounce of fury she had. She had gone easy on her before, partly out of respect for an old pal, but over the course of that long, brain-melting fart to the face, Gilda’s respect for Rainbow had dwindled into nothing. Her one and only objective now was putting her in her place.

It was Gilda’s turn next and this would be the final rung of their trifling little contest. The scowl on her face slowly dimmed, and a wide smile replaced it. She didn’t even introduce this next fart. She didn’t need to. Instead, she was going to show it.

Gilda was on Rainbow Dash faster than she could react, her fat furry ass crammed into her face.

Rainbow Dash jolted at the initial shock of having four hundred pounds of rank-smelling griffon tush poured over her body, the smell of sweat and unwiped shit alone made her yawp in terror, but jolt was about all she could do from this compromising position. It wasn’t just a case of not being able to move, such pressure bore down onto Rainbow that she couldn’t even feel her limbs.

And then, showing absolutely no mercy, Gilda let all hell break loose directly into her ex-friend’s face.

In Appleloosa, the residents paused their hoedown to listen to the strange eruptive sound in the sky. In Canterlot, Princess Celestia listened in fear at what sounded like the heavens ripping asunder.

Down in Ponyville, every single citizen was shaken by the explosion above them. Windows smashed, flowers shrivelled into mush. Gilda’s atomic toot spread its apocalyptic damage to every house and field across the entire town. Those who were brave or stupid enough to not gallop away looked up at the sky, and a foggy, jungle-green cloud of miasmic filth hung in Cloudsdale’s place.

Rainbow Dash was somehow still alive after suffering the full, unrelenting force of Gilda’s backdraft, but when the pressure finally lifted and Gilda turned back to laugh at her victim, she sure wished she wasn’t.

Everything was dizzy and spinning. Like she was drunk, but without the warm fuzzy feeling. Rainbow Dash had been defeated by one single fart. All she could smell was rotten meat and blistered sugar. All the power of that fart had squirted out something more than just air. Rainbow Dash’s coat was speckled with chunks of syrupy stool. She reeked worse than the Sweet Apple Acres outhouse after chilli night. She was filth incarnate.

“Pee yew, RD! You fuckin’ stink!” Gilda pinched her beak and waved her claw in front of it for theatrical effect.

Rainbow wasn’t even angry anymore, she just looked up at Gilda’s face in stunned, wide-eyed silence.

“Now I don’t need to tell you that I win. I think that’s pretty obvious, but I’ve decided to make an itsy bitsy adjustment to the conditions my prize. You don’t mind, right?”

Rainbow Dash turned her head to one side and vomited.

“Didn’t think so! I figured that being my wingslut would be fun and all, but seeing as your snout now belongs to me, I’d put it where I really need some maintenance. Given the way you smell right now, you should fit right in!”

She presented her ass to the shellshocked pegasus, still warm and steaming with heat after that last release. And without hearing even a squeak of protest, Gilda sat right back down onto Rainbow Dash, this time wedging her snoutall the way into the cavernous depths of her ass.

“You feel that juicy birdhole back there? Well, I want you to give it a big sloppy kiss and say hello, because that’s your new mistress, Dashie! Anything that comes out of it, liquid, solid, or gas, goes right into your hungry lips! You serve my asshole now, and I won’t have you dweebing things up and disrespecting it, so be polite!”

Silence.

“I said be polite! Give it a kiss and say I’m honored to serve you, mistress!”

Gilda paused for a couple seconds, and then sure enough she felt Rainbow Dash kissing her anus and repeating her verbatim, her voice muffled and shaky.

“Good girl! Now, I’m gonna go find that purple nerd you used to call a friend and fart her into next week. I don’t want your face leaving my sweet cheeks unless I give you the say so, okay?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Gilda squirted out a wet fart into Rainbow’s face, and her newly-crowned butt bitch demonstrated her element by huffing it down like it was oxygen.