Original Description:

“After a greasy, messy dinner date at Hayburger, eternal marefriends Starlight and Trixie hang out in the wagon and discuss their relationship, interpersonal comfort, femininity, sexuality, and at the center of it all: farts.

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Kinda-fetish kinda-serious-ship fic. No explicit clop but references to it and a lot of potential eproctophilia fuel.”

Chapter 1: The Meal

"Here's your order", a gruff stallion said, plopping down a greasy bag of fast food on the table.

"Why, thank you," Trixie said in a snide tone of voice, tossing a couple of bits the waiter's way. She and her eternal marefriend Starlight had eaten at many a fast food joint on their nomadic travels around Equestria, mainly because they were a bit strapped for cash, all the money they were making coming from the magic shows Trixie put on in many of the locations they visited. They didn't mind however; they rather enjoyed the rustic casualness of fast food, and much preferred it to the fancy-schmancy stuff Rarity used to try to get them to eat.

Chapter 2: Gassy Girl Talk

Starlight and Trixie sat out on the wagon's pull-out ramp under the star-adorned sky, looking up at the constellations. The two marefriends soaked up the serene yet brilliant sight as they sat lovingly next to each other.

Meanwhile, Starlight's stomach quietly but not inaudibly rumbled. And it wasn't from hunger.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Starlight asked.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Trixie replied.

Starlight rolled her eyes and smiled. “Pff, c’mon, Trix, you know that’s such a cliché line.”

Trixie smiled slyly as she wrapped her right hoof around Starlight’s waist. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“You know it did”, Starlight responded, looking into Trixie’s eyes seductively. And underneath the milky starlit sky, the two lovers engaged in a kiss.

But the chirping crickets and rustling wind of the night that soundtracked their loving consumation was interrupted as, as if on cue, a sharp “POOT” escaped from Starlight's rear.

The mares speedster as the smell of Staright’s ‘outburst’ washed over them. "Oh mare. Sorry to spoil the moment, Trixie," Starlight lamented, waving a hoof.

Trixie only laughed in response. "Come on, Glimmy, don't be like that. You can totally fart around me."

Starlight chuckled a bit herself. "You sure?"

"Starlight, there’s nopony in Equestria I’m closer to than you. Why shouldn't we be ourselves around each other? Besides, we fuck like rabbits in this wagon practically every night, of course we're at the farting stage by now."

Starlight blushed, but not from embarassement. She was so in love with her partner's blunt openness, especially at this moment.

“Besides... that was a pretty sweet fart.”

"Thanks, Trix."

"In fact, here. If it'll make you feel better..." Trixie then lifted a leg and let out a long, raunchy fart of her own.

Starlight waved a hoof in front of her nose and giggled. "Wow, Trixie, I didn't know you could do that."

Trixie chuckled back. "Well, not to brag, totally to brag, but my farts are pretty monstrous. Especially after a good Hayburger."

Starlight chuckled and nodded. "Good to know. But can you beat..." and in lieu of finishing that sentence, Starlight lifted her left hind leg and ripped another nasty fart of her own. "...that?"

Trixie sniffed the air. "*Whew*, Starlight, I might have to take that back, yours might smell worse than mine." Both ponies laughed, then began to kiss once again.

The kiss turned sloppy as the two ponies embraced each other in their hooves, and spit began to freely drip down their chins onto the wood outing of the wagon.

As they were making out, they threw themselves down onto the mattressed floor of the wagon.

Starlight smiled. “You’re right Trixie.”

“About what?”

“You and I, we’re closer than practically anypony else in Equestria. We don’t have to hide our bodies’ natural functions from one another. No matter how much society may frown upon it, we don’t have to worry about the rest of society. We live in a little wooden wagon in the middle of the woods. Who’s gonna stop us from being our most natural selves?”

Trixie chuckled. “Now that’s what I love to hear. Promise you’ll never compromise around me and always fart or burp or sneeze or piss or crap whenever you need to, and always be open about it?”

Starlight lifted a leg and blew a sharp fart out in response. “Promise.”

Trixie lifted a leg and farted too. “I promise right back.”

“Besides... I’m already well versed in your little night-farting problem.

"What was that for?" Trixie asked affectionately.

"Oh, sometimes I just remember how much I love you and have to do that," Starlight said, as the two shifted positions into lying next to each other. "I'm just happy we're so comfortable around eachother and can talk and laugh about this kind of thing."

Trixie chuckled. "Hey, you can talk about whatever you want with me, Glim," Trixie said warmly.

The two smiled and engaged in one more short kiss.

"So, have you ever farted around anypony else before?" Trixie inquired, steering them back on topic.

Starlight thought. "A couple. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie find farts really funny, so I'm comfortable doing it around them."

"Ever farted in front of Twilight?"

Starlight thought. "No, I've... never really considered it."

"Well, homework assignment. Next time you and Twilight are going to be alone together, eat some Hayburger, then... fart. Loudly. See how she reacts and get back to me; oh, her reaction would be *priceless*."

Starlight chuckled at her enthusiasm for trolling her rival. "All right, Trix."

Trixie then got a bulb of an idea, and a sly smile made itself known. "In fact... maybe you could do Pull My Hoof?"

Starlight thought about it. "Well, as amusing as that image is, let's be honest, Pull My Hoof is one of the oldest tricks in the book. It'd be *much* better if she didn't see it coming."

"Fair enough."

"So, how about you?"

"Huh?"

"Your question. Have *you* ever farted around anypony else?"

Trixie chuckled yet again. "Oh, yeah."

“So let me ask you a question.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Do you think there’s a societal stigma that says it’s more acceptable for stallions to fart than mares?”

Trixie thought. “I guess there is a little bit, but it’s total yakshit. Let me tell you, I’ve met mares and fillies that could outfart any stallion on the planet.”

“Same,” Starlight raised her right hoof.

“I’ve actually met a few colts in my day who’ve straight-up said mares don’t fart at all.”

“Well, that’s complete bucking yakshit.”

“I know, right!? I can’t believe ponies actually believe that. Next time I hear someone say something like that, I’m just gonna rip some flank right in front of them. See how they respond.”

“Now that I would love to see.”

“Trix.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you by chance find mares farting… hot?”

Trixie rolled over atop Starlight. “Glim,” she started, “a mare who’s free and happy enough to fart with no abandon is one of the hottest things I can imagine.”

“Good.” With that, Starlight farted again, a loud, sharp one that really started stinking up the wagon. Trixie followed suit, and the scents of the unicorns’ farts began to mix. The two got lost in the pleasure and relief of unashamedly unleashing their flatulence, ripping fart after fart loudly and proudly, and soon the wagon stunk like Tartarus. At least, it would have to anypony else; to these two, it was pure bliss.

Trixie took in a deep, hearty sniff. “Oooh, that is nice.”

“Yep. Just our little cloud of heaven.”

Starlight chuckled, amused at making such a statement about farts. And yet there was indeed something simultaneously fun, serene, and deeply sexual about this whole situation. Doing something so taboo to society with no shackles or limitations alongside the Pony she loved most… it was a liberating activity unlike any other.