they lose."

Fluttershy smiled, somewhat maliciously, and nodded.

"Sounds fun. You go get your burrito, and I'll get the place aired out a bit. We don't want all this gas ruining the contest!" Fluttershy giggled playfully.

Rainbow Dash left to get herself a burrito, still with the grotesque odour of Fluttershy's cottage singed into her coat.

Fluttershy started on letting some of the miasma out of the cottage, by opening every window and door she could.

She was interrupted halfway through her ordeal by a pounding against wood. She shot her head round to see none other than her own Angel impatiently tapping his foot at her, gesturing mutely to his food bowl.

"Angel?! You're not passed out?" Fluttershy gasped to the rabbit, surprised her gas hadn't knocked him out as it had doneher other pets.

He merely continued to thump his foot, and exasperatedly hopped away.

Most of Fluttershy's exhaust had diffused out into the open, and she could feel her personality regress back to that of a timid pony.

"Oh no. What have I gotten myself into? There's no way I can out-fart Rainbow Dash, even if my farts are bad!" Fluttershy fretted, pacing steadily across the room.

Suddenly, a clever little idea formed in her clever little head, and she flew into the kitchen to gather what she would need.

Rainbow Dash returned shortly, her belly bloated and ready to release.

"Holy hay, Fluttershy. The burritos there are delicious! So delicious I had two...or three...or six." Rainbow Dash announced, seemingly proud of her indulgence.

Fluttershy was still slightly anxious that she may be out-gassed by