“Fluttershy, are you feeling ok?” he said giving Fluttershy puzzled look.
"I....I'm fine anon.....I guess I just have a bit of a tummy ache,” she responded quickly to quell him from further questioning her.
Anon and Fluttershy were on their way back from that nice outdoor restaurant that Twilight always talked about. Fluttershy had chomped down a couple daffodil and daisy sandwiches, not to mention two extra helpings of hay fries smothered with ketchup. Admittedly, it was cute watching her stuff herself like that.
However, as they walked down the almost empty road, Fluttershy had started fidgeting and wincing a bit, taking each step a little more carefully. “Don't worry Fluttershy, you'll be fine, let’s just get you home,” Anon said. As she kept walking, each of Fluttershy's steps became slower and more labored then you heard a noise.
*gurrrrrrrglllee*
The rumbling sound from Fluttershy's tummy was loud and unmistakable, and she stood stock still, her eyes clenched shut. She didn't have to say anything, there was a storm brewing inside of her, and whatever it was, it desperately wanted out. In an instant, Anon was knelt at her side. “Fluttershy? Fluttershy are you oka...,” he said trying to hold back a laugh.
*FIRT*
Fluttershy squeaked in surprise, going beet red at the, short, loud, unladylike, gassy expulsion
Instantly, Anon caught the aroma of damp, fresh cut alfalfa. Yet he recoiled not in disgust, but in surprise. Seeing Fluttershy like this was so....different, at the same time though. He felt awfully for her, she must have been so embarrassed. “Fluttershy, maybe I can carry you or somethi...,” Anon said, rubbing the back of his neck. He never had seen a pony with such bad gas before.
Her response was squeaky and panicked, revealing just how mortified she was. "N..no! I....I just want to go home...,” avoiding looking at Anon in the eyes. She took a few more steps, but didn't get far before she grunted softly, freezing in place again, trying to hold it in. As you watched her from behind, it happened again...
*PffffFFFLURT*
This one was louder, wetter, and more offensive sounding than the last. Trembling on the spot, and letting out short little panicked gasps, you saw her tail start to raise upward against her will, shaking like a tree branch in a breeze. You tried not to stare, but couldn't help yourself. Her flanks were tightened and twitching, and nestled between, her puckered little hole pulsed and twitched as she struggled to contain herself.
Fluttershy managed not to let out any more gas, but she was not moving an inch from where she stood
you walked in front of her, putting your arms around her neck. He couldn’t tell whether or not she was crying or if her eyes were just watery from the stench. Maybe it was the combination of both.
"M'sorry anon..."
Anon gave her a kiss on the cheek and said “Don't be....look, just let it go. You'll feel a lot better.”
Fluttershy's eyes went wide, and at this point she was blushing so hard it looked like she might just stay a shade of scarlet permanently. "N...no! I can't!" tiny tear drops started falling down her cheek. Even as she said this though, you saw her back legs lowering a tiny bit as she fought the urge to squat down.
*PFFFBLURRRT*
She shook like a leaf in Anon’s arms from the gassy explosion, suppressing a sob as he saw her back legs pressing together, still struggling to hold it. “C'mon Fluttershy....I promise I won't laugh, and I won't tell another soul. Just let it all out,” holding her tighter, he tried to make her feel less ashamed about her insanely awkward moment.
"B...but what if it's more than just...” she sniffled.
Anon brought a finger up to her lips to stifle her. “Whatever happens, it'll be okay. Let out as much as you're comfortable with.” Rubbing her shoulder, he whispered in her ear. “This probably happens all the time. It’s a natural thing; try not to feel so bad about it.”
This definitely wasn't Fluttershy's finest hour, but she nodded tentatively into his shirt. Stroking her mane with one hand, Anon’s other hand reached down towards her now bulging tummy, gently massaging it.
"I....I'm sorry...” tears were pouring from her face.
*PFFFFFFFFFBBLLRRRRT*
Echoing loudly across the thankfully deserted roadside, Fluttershy moaned as a series of wet, slapping farts exploded out of her backside, her back legs looking ready to collapse behind her.
"Nnnnhhh....ah!"
Anon steadied himself against her to keep Fluttershy from falling, while she continued to fart relentlessly. Her face was buried in his chest, and she grunted softly with each crude, wretched blast.
*FFFFFFBBLLURRRT......BLART....BLURT......PFFFFFFFFFFF*
She continued to weep softly as she let go, the aroma hanging heavily around the two of them. Anon continued to massage her tummy, ignoring the lingering stench. “Shhhh...don't cry...just keep going,” Anon said putting on the biggest smile he could manage in this situation. Pretty soon, the rapid fire explosions bursting from her flanks started to become even more sloppy and ominous.
Realizing this, and not wanting things to get more embarrassing than they already were, Fluttershy managed to clamp herself shut. Knowing that she was finished, Anon gave her another kiss, giving her underside another gentle rub though her tummy which still gurgled softly under his touch, she felt quite a bit less taut and bloated now.
“Feel a little better?” he replied softly stroking her chest.
She looks up at you, her cheeks tear streaked, and her bottom lip trembling, and nodded.
“Think you can make it home now?” he said, running his fingers through her velvety soft pink mane.
She nodded again. “Atta girl. Tell you what, you're not walking the rest of the way, I'm carrying you.” Fluttershy lips quivered as she formed a smile. In spite of what just happened, he scooped her into his arms. He wasn’t ready to take no for an answer.
"T...thanks anon...." Fluttershy said with a tiny smirk on her face.
