Glaceon didn’t pay much mind to the noise as she began to settle in for the night, laying down beside her trainer. However, the noises only grew louder as time went on, soon becoming too loud for Glaceon to be able to sleep. Now she knew she was going to have to pass some gas if she wanted any sleep tonight. She then looked over at Clair, before a smile grew on her face. If she needed to rip some, she might as well have some fun with it.
Hopping onto Clair’s body, Glaceon turned herself around so that her rear was facing Clair’s face, and pressed her ass back. Glaceon knew Clair wouldn’t mind, they had done this so many times it was almost routine.
The rumbling from within didn’t sound like it was calming down, and some pressure was starting to build. So, Glaceon deflated herself a bit by blasting a loud, brassy fart right into Clair’s face, the powerful odor of rotten berries quickly filling up the small tent space. Glaceon didn’t really care if Clair woke up or not, she was going to rip some mean farts regardless.
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