‘Lyra & Bon-Bon had just finished dinner. Lyra, slouching in her seat as usual, held her hooves over her stomach as it began to ache… She softly moaned, as if the pressure in her insides was rapidly growing. Then, she turned to see Bon-Bon smiling.
 
“What the hay do you put in our food?” She finally asked, “My stomach is killing me. For some reason your food always gives me gas.” She complained.
 
“Well,” Bon-Bon stated in a comforting tone, “I don’t mind it at all… I kinda…” She stopped herself there and ate one of her after dinner mints.
 
“You… huh?”
 
Bon-Bon didn’t have time to wrap another excuse around her bad wording. She sighed, “Well you know Lyra, I kinda like it when you get gassy. Kinda like the smell and how warm it keeps us…” The volume of her voice slowed down as she spoke.
 
Sensing her friend is embarrassed she asked, Lyra leaned to her side and let out a small poot towards Bon-Bon. She sniffed when the odor hit her nose, to her the cat was out of the bag as far as she’s concerned. She waved her tail forward and ripped one herself, and Lyra giggled.
 
“Common!” Lyra said in an inviting tone, “Go lie down in the kitchen… My stomach’s hard as a rock with all the pressure and stuff.”
 
Bon-Bon felt like Lyra said that as if she genuinely wanted to, and she smiled and obliged by Lyra’s request.
 
Then, Lyra waved her tail at Bon-Bon’s nose and then ripped on right at her. Bon-Bon coughed, and inhaled happily. Neither would deny though, that stunk. Lyra then allowed the gas to slowly creep out to gently relieve her of the cramping pressure, as Bon-Bon gladly took the fowl smell head on. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the hot stench blast into her face. Lyra on the other hand enjoyed the experience too. She’s always figured her gas was just simply repulsing, but now she understood Bon-Bon’s strange appeal for it.’
 
inb4 GCoL.