again, shuffling her plot about to try and aim her plothole directly at his nose.

She silently strained herself, a tension growing in her lower body. This followed with a sloppy, rather liquidus swill of spluttering methane.

The eggy potency of Rainbow Dash's farts was immediately overcome by Fluttershy's coma-inducing flatulence, not doing anything to Angel.

Rainbow anxiously stood up, trotting slowly away from Angel, who was on his last legs.

Fluttershy smirked.

This was going to be the big one - the one that saw the annoying little rabbit out cold.

Confidence flooded Fluttershy as she relocated over to Angel, grabbing him in a hoof.

She brought him up to her face, and stared him in the eyes.

"I'm impressed, Angel. You've done such a good job at enduring mommy's farts. I can understand thatyou could survive Rainbow Dash's farts - they weren't bad at all, but my farts? I'm surprised you're still breathing!"

Fluttershy closed her eyes, and eeked a burp through her lips, directed at angel. The thick stench of garlic and onion caused him to lazily struggle in her hoof, much to his avail.

She then put Angel to the other end of her, pressing him in-between her plump buttocks. Fluttershy then glanced over to Rainbow Dash, a wicked and mischievous expression on her face. "You might want to hold your nose." Was all

she said before opening up in a torrent of hell in gas form. The explosive, blaring flatus raged rigorously against Angel's face. The fart became suddenly sticky and juicy, garbling and bubbling thick,unadulterated bubbles of

toxic stench against the