Scootaloo was no stranger to farting around her friends. She was shameless when it came to her gassiness; she farted around people she knew all the time. She recalled a particularly fun day where she let one go in front of Rainbow Dash that escalated into a multi-hour long farting contest between the two.
Undeterred, Scootaloo lifted her leg and let it rip.
*PPPPPFFFFFFFHRRHT*
The gas came out of her flanks loud and bassy, almost like a trumpet, and a thick, moist stench soon hung in the air.
Scootaloo was rather impressed; this may have been one of her best improvised farts yet! She sniffed in deeply; she wanted to savor every second of it.
She glanced a look over at Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, who were in awe. They themselves had ripped some pretty good ones in their lifetimes, but they knew from this moment Scootaloo was a special kind of talented.
"I see you're pretty impressed with my little stink bomb", Scootaloo said slyly, ripping another smaller toot to punctuate her point.
"Damn, Scootaloo", Apple Bloom chimed in, "I've heard you fart before, and I've heard some pretty good ones, but that might just be one of the best!". Apple Bloom didn't even bother to hold her nose; she knew plenty of gassy ponies in her lifetime, such as Scootaloo, Rainbow, her siblings Applejack and Big Mac, and even herself. She'd grown used to the smell of farts; if anything she kind of liked it.
"Yeah," Sweetie Belle chimed in, "that might be a new record for any of the three of us!" Having grown up around someone as posh and against the idea if bodily emissions as Rarity, Sweetie was a little less used to being the subject of farts; she still farted often when she was alone or with the Crusaders and loved it, but she still wasn't quite as used to the idea of letting loose whenever necessary.
"Oh really? Wanna make that a challenge?" Scootaloo replied, still feeling lots of gas rumbling inside of her.
Apple Bloom caught on pretty quick. "Y'all mean a farting contest?" Scootaloo nodded, a smug glint in her eye.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Sweetie Belle chimed in. She loved the Crusaders' bi-weekly belching contests; a fart contest sounded even better.
"So, what do you say? Gassy enough to start now, or do you want to go get some "fuel in the tank" and come back here in a few hours?" She gestured towards the Bronco Bell down the street, notorious for giving ponies incredible gas.
Apple and Sweetie decided...
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