Author's Notes:

This chapter was requested and this was the best choice for a story to add this chapter to. Though, nothing much really happens in this chapter, just Rarity farting.

Oh, and by request, Rarity strips down this chapter, but the nudity isn't explicitly described, just the farting. As it's not my thing I included a little bit at the end so I can visualize the scene in my style.

One night, Rarity was dreaming that she and Sunset Shimmer had their butts pressed against each other and they were farting on each other. Then, they both farted for two minutes straight.

Rarity woke up at 3:00 AM. She was sleeping in her underwear tonight, like she sometimes liked to do when no one was around. Tonight her lingerie consisted of a black bra and panties.

The first thing she noticed was that she was extremely gassy. This was likely because she had put fart powder in a lot of her food, spices, and drinks, and, like many nights, ate food that would make her gassy on their own.

She was completely alone in her bedroom. As long as no one was around (or only Sunset was), she could fart as loud as she wanted without any shame.

She started with a silent fart. Then a quiet but audible airy fart. Then a short, moderately loud fart.

Then...

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRT!

A louder and longer fart made its way out of her. Rarity sighed in relief.

After several more farts, Rarity decided to take her underwear off. Sometimes she liked farting in her dress, especially when her farts were strong enough to blow her skirt back, she liked doing this in front of Sunset. Sometimes she liked farting in tight shorts, they looked really good on her butt, and Sunset liked it too. Sometimes she liked farting in her underwear, it added an extra naughtiness to it. But tonight was one of those times where she felt like farting naked. She didn't know why.

Once her bra and panties were on the floor, Rarity let out another fart that was just as loud as her first big fart tonight, but twice as long.

She let out a few more airy farts, then came explosive farts. Rarity stopped sighing in relief and started giggling, or moaning in pleasure.

Next came a few wet farts, then some dryer but deeper-pitched farts, some of which got really long. Rarity giggled at making such unladylike sounds.

Then came a short but boisterous fart, and then a very long high-pitched fart.

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

The room smelled terrible now, but Rarity loved the smell of her farts. She proceeded to let loose with a series of farts that were lacking in length but made up for in volume.

After about 45 minutes of non-stop farting, her gas was gone. Rarity was disappointed, but she had taken immense pleasure in this.

This wasn't the first time she had woken up this gassy in the middle of the night. Though usually when she did this she'd be wearing her pajamas resembling skintight purple shorts and a midriff tank top, though once she had done this all in her underwear instead, and twice she had done it naked like tonight. Her pajama shorts were her number one preference to fart in on gassy nights like tonight, which sometimes went as long as an hour, but tonight she hadn't felt like sleeping in them or farting on them.

She put her underwear back on and went back to sleep.