Original Description:

For “A Smellier Equestria”:

“Welcome to Equestria. Here in Equestria, there are three types of ponies: earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns. It is ruled under two princesses: Princess Celestia, ruler of the sun and the day, and Princess Luna, ruler of the moon and the night.

The ponies of Equestria are very social creatures. And they express themselves through one very important social custom: farting.

Yes, this Equestria may not be the Equestria you are familiar with. This version of Equestria is one that reveres the natural gas of the body. Farts are used to signify greeting, friendship, and even honor and love. Farting out loud in any public setting is completely socially acceptable, no matter how serious. Conflict is settled with farting contests. It’s a much smellier place than the Equestria you’re used to.

It is in this Equestria that a young unicorn mare named Twilight Sparkle is sent away from her home city of Canterlot to live amongst the natives of Ponyville, and make friends along the way. And the way things unfold may seem familiar to some, but rest assured, there is much more gas passing involved than you may remember...”

This one was just going to be episodes and scenes and story moments from the show itself, but in this bizzaro AU with a lot more farting.

For “Culture Shock”:

“One morning, Twilight Sparkle woke up in a strange alternate dimension. For some reason, everypony was obsessed with farts. Every time she walked out into the street, dozens of ponies both mare and stallion would stick their rump in her face and blast one. Why did she awake in this... stinky new world?

She has to get to the bottom of this.

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One morning, Twilight Sparkle woke up in a strange alternate dimension. For some reason, almost nopony was cool with farts. Every time she walked out into the street and tried sticking her rump into the faces of the mares and stallions and blasting one, they didn’t appreciate it at all. Why did she awake in this... not even remotely stinky new world?

She has to get to the bottom of this.”

And this was going to be a direct sequel to ASE where the main series Twilight and the fart AU Twilight swapped universes. Pretty simple.

A Smellier Equestria

Farting Is Magic, Part I

As Twilight ran down the lane, three butts simultaneously popped up in her face, each ripping a sharp poot.

Culture Shock

Fartmusik

The lights in the club thumped. The music in the club was different than what she was used to hearing in her world; same 4:4 thumping electronic beat, but the synths were replaced with rhythmically-placed squelching fart sounds. Soon enough, long synth hits overplayed with longer, smoother farts started building the song, leading into a normal EDM buildup until it reached the crescendo, where there simply played a deep, bassy butt belch with no accompaniment whatsoever, then came a dubstep drop interlaced with ugly fart noises. It was certainly a genre of music Twilight had never heard before. She looked up to see Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ-PON3, facing away from the audience with her butt to the microphone and her DJ equipment against the wall. She was, incredibly, farting into the microphone live and sampling her emissions into the song in real time. As disgusting as it was, it was impressive.

Soon, a scruffy brown waiter came by, holding a tray with Twilight’s drink.

“Oh, thank you, sir.”

“No problem. Would you like the crop-dust special?”

“Um, no th-“

“Sure!” Rainbow Dash interrupted.

The waiter obliged, setting down the tray and squatting over it, before pumping out a gassy fart that covered the drink.

Twilight looked disgusted.

“Why the long face? All our waiters and waitresses do this with all our food and drink. On the house.”

He pointed behind Twilight to reveal a pink waitress doing the same to a green patron’s drink.

Twilight sighed and drank down the beverage anyway. The fart left behind a sour taste, but surprisingly it wasn’t so bad.

The song ended with a fading-out prolonged fart, and Vinyl turned to speak to the audience, her face right up against the probably stink-laden microphone.

“WHAT’S UP, MY FUCKIN’ STINKERS!?”

The crowd cheered.

“Oh come on, you know that’s not the proper way to address me. One more time, WHAT’S UP MY FUCKIN’ STINKERS!?”

This time the ponies caught on, blasted out poots, toots, farts, and butt belches all at once to show Vinyl their appreciation.

Vinyl laughed uproariously. “NOW THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO FUCKIN’ HEAR!!! RIGHT NOW, I’M GONNA BRING A LITTLE FRIEND UP ON STAGE WITH ME. HE’S BEEN ROCKING THE HOUSE WITH FARTSTEP FOR ALMOST AS LONG AS I HAVE, PLEASE WELCOME THE INCREDIBLY TALENTED BUTT OF NEON LIGHTS!”

The crowd hooted and hollered as Neon Lights walked up in stages. The two DJ’s greeted, before lifting their legs and farting into their microphones, beginning their set.

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“Equestrians evolved this way because ancient ponies discovered they could make music with the gas emissions from their flanks. Soon enough, farts were considered healthy and even sacred,” Vinyl elaborated.