Flareon tried her absolute best to take her mind off her gas, but the building pressure was too much to ignore. Her gut groaned and gurgled, desperate to release the pungent gas inside. Flareon held it back will all her strength, but it only delayed the inevitable blast, and poor Sylveon was right at ground zero.
Finally giving out, Flareon’s body stopped holding back the flood of gas. Immediately, a deep, bubbly fart rumbled into the couch, sending a strong vibration throughout the couch. It went on for what felt like several minutes, maintaining the meaty sound all the way through. The gas was high in sulfur and methane, and the smell proved it. Sylveon was quickly gagging, choking on Flareon’s thick, pungent gas. Even Espeon, who was in a completely different room, was coughing from the horrible smell of rotten eggs.
“Oh god, seriously Flareon!?” shouted Sylveon, as she held her nose.
Flareon could only respond with quiet, “S-Sorry...” While she was embarrassed, Flareon was also incredibly relieved after such a huge fart. It takes a lot of energy to hold such monstrous gas, after all.
Espeon walked into the room pretty quickly after that, her face a mix between disgusted and angry. Seems like Flareon is in serious trouble now...
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