You just sat there, chuckling at what was going on. Some of the smells got to you, and they were pungent.
"It's a shame you're not gassy, Peppermint," Scootaloo said.
"Hehe, yeah," you said.
Apple Bloom then got an idea. She asks, "Say, how about you judge our farts?"
You didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"
"We fart on you and you have to judge which one is worse. What do you say?"
You didn't know what to say. You wouldn't want some pervert who wanted filly flanks in your face (not farting of course). After a few minutes of thinking it over, you nod your head in agreement.
The CMC beamed at this, and they tackled you.
"So, who's gonna go first?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"Allow me." Apple Bloom said as she turned around and sat on your muzzle/face.
"Okay, here it comes," she said. She grunts as she pushes out her fart.
BBBBBBBRRRRRRrrruuuutttttt
You started smelling, and it was way worse do to being in the blast range. Apple Bloom continued to fart.
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