Coco x Anon Greentext

>You're sitting down on Coco Pummel's bed, her sat on your lap, and you stroking her blue silken mane.

"Ooh.."

"What's wrong?"

"It's... It's nothing, anon."

 

>Coco seems clearly distressed in some way, and you wrap your arm around her in some hope of comforting her.

>She nuzzles herself up to you, laying her face across your chest.

>You hear a low, rather ominous roll of her stomach from below you, and look down.

>She bites her lip timidly and blushes.

"Is your belly feeling bad?"

 

>She nods, and nuzzles back into you again.

"Anon... Can you... Can you make it go away?"

 

>You answer this question with a silent, affectionate kiss on her soft forehead, reaching your hand down below onto her belly, her entire body tingling with shock as you make contact with the jelly-like mass.

>She's trembling slightly, a little worried about passing gas in your presence, but all the while knowing it is the only way.

>You feel her midriff reverberate as it roars against your hand, her colon churning the buildup of gas and slowly edging it lower down her body.

"I think I can feel something.."

 

>You keep slowly kneading her doughy paunch and readying yourself for the release.

>She makes some soft little nervous squeal as she shuffles around on your lap just a little.

>She then gasps and closes her eyes as she lets loose, your lap warmed by the inaudible discharge, the toasty gas filtering through your pants and heating your lower body.

"Oh.. It was silent..."

 

>You smile at how cute her diffidence is, and plant another loving kiss onto her head.

>You then notice the air around you start to humidify and putrefy as her anal exhaust has finally caught up to you.

>She quickly puts a hoof to her muzzle, shuffling uneasily and blushing deep crimson.

"I'm so sorry, anon. That's really bad."

"It's fine."

 

>Her fart smells a little like sour, spoiled vegetables; laced with an explicit undertone of mouldered milk.

>This thick, warm stench arouses your penis ever so slightly.

"Can you.. Keep going? I have more gas."

 

>You smile warmly before starting to carefully caress her bloated belly again, coaxing the air downwards.

>This adds to the cumulative mass of methane in her rectum, and she soon needs to discharge again.

>Coco arcs her back, raises her eyelids and sends a sharp strain to her anus.

>This forces out the next fart, this time being audible in a flustering falsetto.

>Your groin is warmed by this next fart, the sensation alone increasing the size of your boner.

>The smell soon reaches your nose again, and you happily take in the foul air.

"How can you bear that? It smells so... Horrible."

 

>She buries her muzzle into you to avoid having to take even another sniff, and to hide her embarrassment.

>You apply soft strokes of solace, slowing her heartbeat and putting her at ease, before giving her a little playful tickle.

>She laughs at this, the laughter mechanically letting her blast another thick, warm plume of rancid gas into your lap.

"That was a good one.."

 

>She's opening up a little, and you roll her over onto her back.

>She squeaks in surprise as she keeps both fore hooves locked into a position much like that of a frightened hare.

>You then spread both legs wide and snuggle into her plot, her protruding pink plothole winking against your nose.

>She soon farts again; a piping hot shrill fart emptying right against your nostrils.

>You then take huge lungfuls of her bittersweet odor, nuzzling your nose against her plothole lovingly.

"Ooh~ that tickles, anon."

 

>You trace every length of her body with your wandering hands, stroking between every fold and surface.

>Your hands meet her belly, rubbing it hard and trying to cajole the gas southward.

>She yeeps as a particularly boisterous release emits onto your face, you taking in the scent deeply.

"I'm starting to feel a lot better, anon."