Anon x Rainbow Dash Fart Greentext

>"Hey, anon, pull my hoof."

>Rainbow extends her hoof towards you, begging for you to give it a little tug.

>You yank at it and seconds later you are greeted with a brash, cacophonous clamour of flatulence from her rear.

>You would expect any other mare to be appalled at such an uncouth act; but Rainbow just bursts into laugher and tries to coerce the stench to her nose as quickly as possible.

>She takes in a deep whiff of that ripe, sour odour and fans some of it you.

>"Take a sniff of that!"

>You take a quick sniff, both aroused and slightly nauseous.

>"Pretty stinky, huh?" she giggles, staring into your eyes with her alluring pools of cerise.

>The smell turns you on so much, and you decide to relocate your face to be directly adjacent to Rainbow's perky plot.

>She peers back at you. "Want to get a sniff from the source, huh?" She croaks and chuckles. "Be careful back there; I might go off any second."

>You take the chance and dive in nose-first, exploring the smooth surface of her shapely cheeks.

>It seems too soon since her last release for her gut to be ominously roaring again, but her high metabolism must mean a less sporadic release of gas.

>You get in close for this next effusion, nuzzling up your nose against her protruding plothole.

>Rainbow Dash releases a series of shrill, fluttering squalls, which rattle pleasingly against your nose.

>The stench is almost a little overwhelming, and Rainbow Dash tries again to reiterate how utterly pungent her gas is.

>"Still alive back there? Those sounded pretty stinky." 

>Trust Rainbow Dash to try and find pride in even farting.

> You keep sniffing and sniffing, taking in every single little morsel of gas you can.

>"You thought those two were bad? Those were nothing!" She cries, a little disappointed that you're taking her aroma in so contently.

>The smell is still pretty much singed into her coat, and you just can't stop taking that sickening eggy miasma in.

>In preparation for her next parp, Rainbow reaches back a hoof to hold your head firmly in place onto her butt.

>She wiggles around and shakes up and down a little, trying to coax the wind through her bowels.

>Using the concentrated strength of her worked muscles, the pegasus forces a typhoon of Rainbow Gas onto your head, the lightly bubbly and juicy vapours spluttering against your entire face, and smelling a little more nutty than her last ones.

>"That felt a little wet." She chuckles again, and you find yourself wondering how flatulence can be so funny to her.

>"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" She asks as she can feel you thoroughly taking strong sniffs of her ass.

"So fucking much.."

>She starts laughing again. "You're so weird, anon."