Sharing Scents - Twilight x Pinkie Pie

 

 

It was an unusual day at Golden Oak Library for a number of reasons. First and foremost was the fact Twilight Sparkle, for once, was not alone.

 

For the past two months her solitude had been repeatedly marred by Pinkie Pie. The pesty party pony seemed to operate on a set schedule, and every Friday evening without fail there’d come a knock at Twilight’s bedroom door, the sound of springy steps leaping off down the stairs, and a cupcake waiting for her when she finally trudged through the swampy darkness and peeked outside.

 

Pinkie was persistent. that much Twilight could give her credit for. She had intended to ignore the pink menace until she had given up on her plight for friendship and left her alone, but a funny thing had happened earlier that day.

 

There was the usual knock on the door, but no bouncy bounds to follow it. Twilight had opened the door to find Pinkie Pie still standing there, and at the same time sent a pestilential gust of mingled, fermented odors out into the landing.

The fetid breeze had blown Pinkie’s mane as it rustled past her, looking as if its pungency had the potential to wilt her hair.

 

Twilight had been shocked to find that rather than recoil and run away, Pinkie had instead leaned forwards on her front hooves, and taken a deep whiff of the questionable odor seeping from the room.

 

That shock turned to befuddlement when Pinkie turned on the spot to present her pudgy patootie to Twilight and blew out her own rectal symphony.

The stench of tepid Pinkie fart was sharp, sour, and just a little sweet. Almost like milky vinegar and eggs, Twilight had thought as she stood there flaring her nostrils and licking her lips.

She was hooked from the first taste of Pinkie’s gutbrew, and from there the fun had started.

 

Now, Twilight and Pinkie lay side by side with a massacred stack of pizza boxes piled up between them. Now that their feast had been polished off, it was time to take turns cutting the cheese and whiffing up the byproducts.

 

frrppppttch!

 

Twilight eased her leg back down. She lay on her side, pert purple bottom on display.

 

“Ahh… getta whiff of that one…” Twilight moaned and used her tail to waft it up to her candy-gorging compatriot.

 

Pinkie closed her eyes and set her head back, chest slowly expanding as she huffed down the warm wave of gas coming her way. Her eyes scrunched.

 

“Eww! That’s ripe!”

 

Twilight’s concoction smelled markedly of meaty mustard and onions. Hearty, rather robust, and VERY rotten. It was funny how both ponies had shared the same pizzas, yet their metabolisms produced two distinct aromas at the end of their digestive processes.

 

With Pinkie's heavy intake of candy and sweets it was nigh impossible for her farts to come out without that cloying sweet note to them. A little bit like burnt confectioner's sugar and spoiled milk, it was certainly her trademark.

 

Twilight, on the other hoof, may not have eaten meat but sure let off a smell that was reminiscent of it. Her flatus carried the kind of putrid stench that could only result from a diet as deeply unhealthy as hers. Pinkie Pie could practically taste the deep-fried greasy meals Twilight had gorged on every time the unicorn let one leak.

 

Pinkie lay on her belly, which squished against the floor and spilled out either side of her. Her innards roiled like the core of a volcano before a ferociously loud bout of bubbles erupted between her chubby cheeks.

 

fppprrrbbrrbllbrrrbllp

 

Pinkie's rump was a lot larger than Twilight's, something the unicorn was secretly envious of. This added pudge and plumpness meant that whenever Pinkie loosed even the tiniest poot it struggled to pass through her fat orbs. Her farts were always bubbly, just like her laughter. The sound reminded Twilight of a bubble machine, and sometimes a burbling tar pit.

 

"Phew! I can't tell ya how good it feels to let these puppies outta the bag! Ever since that time I fumigated Sugarcube Corner after a bad batch of vanilla ice cream, Mrs Cake has enforced a strict no toot policy! It's sooo hard to keep it in, especially when there's always so-"

schhhrrlpt

"-much of it, haaah~"

 

Twilight chortled and twisted her head in the direction of her new farty friend, shuddering as she felt that latest one brush over her nostrils. The sourness was particularly bad this time, actually making Twilight's lips pucker as if she had sucked on a lemon.

 

"I don't blame them, these reek!"

 

"Aww, thanks, Twilight! Your farts are super duper gagworthy and nasty too! I'm surprised your bedsheets are still intact!"

 

They shared a rather unmarelike giggle.

"Well, I certainly put them through their paces. My morning thunder has to be heard to believed!"

 

Pinkie pressed a hoof to her muzzle and stuck out her tongue, "I'm smelling it and I still don't believe it, hehe!"

 

Another lazy groan sputtered from Twilight's ass, followed immediately by a low floor-rumbler from Pinkie's plot.

Twilight smirked, pulling aside one of her cheeks and forced out a short but very loud ripple.

Pinkie returned fire immediately, and soon both ponies' farts were overlapping one another in a cacophony of rump-rumbles.

 

After a few more seconds of each butt jockeying for loudest toot, both ponies ceased their flatulating and relaxed with a sigh and a giggle.

That little competitive streak had saturated the air with a grotesque reek. Twilight had insisted they keep the windows sealed shut as not to waste even a particle of this deliciously rancid air.

 

Now, it was time to huff it all down, and in silence that's exactly what they both did. Twilight breathed some in through her mouth and retched. Pinkie took loads of short, very sharp sniffs and could feel her lungs burning at the acrid blend.

 

At the rate both ponies were snorting and sniffing, the room would be totally depleted of farts in just a manner of minutes, but fortunately they had more than enough to refuel the pungency about them.

 

"You know... I never gave this much thought before."

 

"Pooting with another pony?"

 

"No, I mean making a friend. Uh... you ARE my friend, right?" Twilight's face flushed rose red as she worried that might have been presumptuous.

 

"Are you kidding? We're the best of friends, Twilight! I mean, if I didn't want to be your friend I wouldn't be huffing down your booty-belches, would I?"

 

"No, I guess you're right." A genuine smile crept over the unicorn's face as she turned away, bashful.

"I'm starting to think eating all that pizza was a mistake, though. And that's coming from ME!"

Twilight's stomach grumbled in protest, backing up her claim.

 

"Aw, is your belly feelin' a little under the weather?"

 

"Yeah..."

 

"Here!" Pinkie shuffled across next to Twilight and plopped one of her hooves down on the pony's pauchy belly.

 

Twilight gasped, but said nothing as Pinkie began to knead and press her gut like the balls of dough she was so used to working with in the kitchen.

Almost immediately, she could feel something shifting around down there. It was working a charm.

 

"There... now just lay back, relax, and let the farts flow through you. Let them flow throoooooough you!" Pinkie repeated for dramatic effect.

 

It didn't take long for another fart to surface. This one actually took both Twilight and Pinkie by surprise, roaring from Twi's plot for a solid seven seconds. The fart genuinely sounded like the call of a disgruntled dragon as it hammered against the floorboards, and had both ponies laughing like crazy.

 

"Oh boy! Sounds like your tum-tum is super angry with us today! I wonder if we can calm it down..." Pinkie eased her hoof into Twilight's underbelly and sent another round of gas thundering out.

 

This time it was less angry and more mournful, meandering up and down in pitch like a trombone before coming to a low, guttural finish.

 

"Aww, now your butt sounds sad! Lemme cheer it up!"

Instead of simply rubbing Twilight's tummy, Pinkie now brought her other hoof into the mix and beat on it lightly like a bongo drum. She started to sing as she played her new instrument.

"Come on, Twilight's belly!

Don't be sad today!

Please give us a happy toot,

And make it stink like hay!"

 

However instead of coaxing a cheerful fart from Twilight, Pinkie's song ended up having the opposite result as her OWN plot coughed up a bright, poppy firecracker explosion. Her eyes widened as the string of loud, percussive pops spat out of her. She squinted one eye to force out a much more consistent growl.

 

Both ponies rolled about laughing, causing gas to slip freely from their behinds.

 

After a few moments, the laughter died down. Twilight turned to Pinkie.

"Hmm... would you like to get a closer whiff of my gas, Pinkie? I noticed how much you're inhaling it when the smell reaches you."

 

"Would I!?"

Pinkie exclaimed and darted over to her new friend. Within a second she had wedged her face neatly between Twilight's hind legs, nuzzling her double-whopper ass which was drenched in sweat.

"Fire when ready!"

 

Twilight screwed one of her eyes shut and puffed out her cheeks.

The gas came instantly, though this time it didn't make a sound. In fact, there was no sign that Twilight was letting out gas at all aside from a gentle breeze sweeping across Pinkie's face. She took a deep breath, and her eyes immediately began to water. This one STUNK of onions, and again that strange odor that reminded her of hot mustard. She nestled her snout deeper into Twilight's crack, up against her damp plothole which was still seeping out this long and silent gust.

 

"Holy... coughcough... moly, Twilight!" Pinkie paused to take another deep whiff, "That is some strong stuff!"

 

"Why, thank you! Not too smelly?"

 

Pinkie continued to breathe deeply, admiring the pungent odor, before finishing off with a delicate kiss on Twilight's hole.

"It's smelly, but... mhhhff... it's just soooo good! You should bottle and sell this, Twilight!"

 

"Yeah, for chemical warfare, maybe..."

 

"Alright, my turn!"

 

Pinkie jumped up to her hooves, spun around, and before Twilight could even comprehend what was happening she threw herself back, landing plot-first onto her face.

 

Her ass felt like two huge, blubbery beanbags pressing into either side of Twilight's head. Pinkie wiggled her plot around for a few seconds to get comfy, and then let it rip.

 

Her usual bubble was reduced to a muted purr. The frequency was low enough for the windows behind her to start rattling. Twilight's entire face vibrated as if she were pressing it against the window of a washing machine.

 

Pinkie's stink hit her immediately, and harder than she had expected. It was like huffing pure rotten dairy fumes wringed with a splash of sugar and gasoline. While it was a struggle to get the gas down her throat at first, Twilight couldn't resist taking the hardest, deepest breaths possible. There was just something about Pinkie's candy-infused funk that was incredibly addictive.

 

Pinkie remained for a few moments more, letting her friend marinade in the warm, fresh treat before standing up.

 

Twilight was wearing a wonky grin, still flaring her nostrils to catch whatever remained of the gas.

 

"Oooh! I got a few more!" Pinkie let out a trio of strained toots in her standing position, then several more. "Come get 'em while they're hot!"

 

Twilight didn't need to be told twice to jump up and bury her face willingly in Pinkie's plot, moaning and taking fervent breaths.

 

The pair gave each other a few more stinkfaces before reclining back into their seated positions.

By this point, the air around them was so heavy with intestinal broth that they could almost see it, and somehow they still had more to give.

 

"Ohh, I'm so full of gas right now I could just, hnnnrgh-!"

ppppffrrroooobbbrrrttttt~~

 

Pinkie cocked her leg and started pumping out a thick, meaty ripper. Twilight watched in awe as it continued for ten seconds... twenty... almost thirty before it wound down.

 

"Holy smokes! That was a long one!"

 

"Uh huh. Not even the longest of the day. You shoulda heard the absolute beast I let out when I woke up this morning..." Pinkie giggled, though her lengthy release had clearly exhausted the poor thing.

 

Twilight hoisted both hind legs up against her chest, letting her cheeks part slightly to reveal her dusky pucker.

"Rate this one out of ten..." she cooed, before unleashing a wet cheekflapper. While not as long as Pinkie's, it was about three times as noisy and disgusting. At one point Twilight was worried she'd actually followed through, but at this point even if she had she wouldn't really care.

 

Pinkie chuckled and wafted her hoof in front of her face, "Geez! At least an eight... as for the smell? I give it a HOLY GUACAMOLE WHAT CRAWLED UP YOUR TUCkUS AND DIED outta ten!"

 

"Hehe. I wonder what Spike must be thinking right now."

 

"Oh, I forgot about Spike! Hope he's not feeling left out after hearing all the fun we're having."

 

"Nah. Spike runs and hides whenever I fart. Not that I can blame him with how bad they smell today."

 

"Well, we don't have to worry about him hearing us, check this out!"

Pinkie flipped over onto her belly and protruded out her tush.

"I can make it whisper..."

She gave a gentle push, causing her fart to escape with little more than a raspy hiss...

"Or shout!"

Her face contorted and the whisper quickly escalated to a loud, wet whirlwind.

"Whipser..."

ppfffsssssssss~

"Shout..."

sssRRRRRBBRRBRRBRRBRR!

"Whiiisper..."

pprsssssfffffff

"SHOUUT!"

PRAAAAAAAAAAAT-PRAT-PRT-PRRFT!

 

Twilight was in absolute hysterics, and didn't even notice some of her books knocking loose from the shelves on the sheer power of Pinkie pushing full force.

 

As it happened, the volume proved to be a little too much for the library's resident dragon. A few seconds later there was a rapping at the door.

"Uh oh." Twilight froze, letting off a squeaky toot.

 

The door opened and in marched Spike, looking not at all pleased. After getting just a couple of steps into the room his anger disappeared. His spines stood up straight, and he started coughing into his claw.

"Sweet Celestia! It smells like an outhouse in here! If I knew making a friend woulda been so repulsive I never woulda suggested it in the first place!"

 

"Aww, don't be a killjoy, Spike!" Pinkie chortled, "We're just having a little fun. Sharing some warmth. Ain't that right, Twilight?"

 

"That's downright abominable!" He fanned his available claw, "You girls really need to think about goin' on a diet or something... I think I'm gonna be sick..."

 

"Oh, Spike!" Twilight chided, "It's just a little air."

 

The dragon was suddenly wrapped in a field of purple magic and plucked up. He flailed and balked, but it did no good as Twilight whisked him over and shoved his face between her purple mounds.

She grunted, blaring out a hot, vile fart into the dragon's face which made his entire body twitch.

"Twilight!"

 

"Ooh, can I try?"

 

"Be my guest..."

Twilight ripped Spike from her greasy ass and held him out in the air for Pinkie to do with as she pleased. His eyes were rolling around his head like Derpy Hooves on a bad day. He was clearly very woozy from Twilight's surprise attack.

 

Pinkie jumped up to her hooves, presented her doughy plot to Spike and simply said "Eat this!" before bathing the baby dragon alive in a violent gale. His lips flapped in the breeze, as did his eyelids and spines. Pinkie farted on him with all the strength of a hurricane, and once the sour candy stink settled in he started gagging while trying to get words out.

"Smells... so... bad!"

 

"What's that? You want some more? Well sharing is caring!"

Pinkie blasted him with a short PRAAP! that almost pushed against the force of Twilight's magic.

 

And speaking of Twilight, she already had another one brewing for her assistant-turned-fartrag.

 

Spike was thrust through the air and brought back between Twilight's globes, where his face was greeted with a long, silent hiss. The blowtorch toot bled into his senses like poison, smelling like a barrel of expired cider and onions.

 

"Stinky sandwich!" Pinkie cheered out, before bouncing over and slamming her pudgy plot against the back of Spike's head, sealing him between both derrieres.

 

From that moment on, Twilight and Pinkie only relaxed more and more, letting the farts fly out at a steady pace. With their new "toy" to experiment on, the opportunities to grow their friendship only increased.

Twilight learned that day that having a friend wasn't quite as bad as she had originally thought. In fact, it was pretty great. Two plots were better than one, and sharing a friend's potent brew was the fastest way to their heart.