Curing Rainbow Farts

20 January 2016

21:20 TrigSilver grumbles softly, trotting up to the apothecary. Poot. His tail lifts up a little as a brief puff of rainbow erupts from the puckered ponut. Trig looks back and huffs again. This is just the worst! He knew he should have worn proper protection when he visited that forest. He gently pushes the door open, stepping into the apothecary. ***

21:26 Ruzeth hears the jingle of a bell as the door opens, causing the young zebra to get up from the potion he was brewing and head to the front. He was just keeping it stable now, he needed the essence of a Pegasus to finish it off, but it might take a bit to obtain that. Trotting to the door, he grins as he sees a painted brown Pegasus. Grinning at him, the small zebra gives a wave. "What can I do for you?" ***

21:33 TrigSilver trots up to the counter, hopping to gently rest his forehooves on it. Another quiet poot and a little rainbow briefly appears beneath him. He blushes. "I er... need a remedy for this. I've been farting rainbows all day..." he mutters, embarrassed. ***

21:35 Ruzeth tilts his head at the stallion and smiles at him. He misses the fart, but comes back from behind the counter to greet him properly. His mane and tail jingles as he moves, little golden rings clanging together. "Farting rainbows you say? That's a new one. Tell me what you did leading up to that?" ***

21:44 TrigSilver huffs a little. "Well, I was exploring that forest over there..." he starts explaining, "And ever since I got back from that job, I've had this embarrassing ailment. I thought you might have a solution, I'm sorry for bothering you..." He turns to head for the door. ***

21:46 < Ruzeth> (can you edit in another rainbow as he turns? :P)

21:47 < TrigSilver> This message has been removed.

21:48 Ruzeth frowns as Trig begins to walk towards the door and holds out a hoof. "Wait! Its not that I cant cure you, its that I just needed to know the source of your problems. Perhaps you can give me some time to figure things out...unless you'd rather prefer to stay sick..." ***

21:50 TrigSilver jumps a little as the zebra calls out suddenly. His midsection clenches up just enough to squeeze out another little prrrt along with its little puff of multichromatic light. The stallion blushes deeper. "I really don't know anything more, just got sick after visiting the forest..." he says. ***

21:52 Ruzeth sees the glowing bit of light underneath Trig's fur and cant help but break out into giggles. "Wow...that's sure something. Well I bet I have something that will fix it, just give me a moment." He goes to consult a book, flipping through it. Truth is, he had other plans for the Pegasus anyways, but he didn't need to know that. ***

21:56 TrigSilver gives a little embarrassed snort at that giggle, but dutifully follows along after the zebra. He tries sneaking a peek at the book Ruzeth is consulting. What? He's a curious pega! ***

21:59 Ruzeth 's book is written in what appears to be gibberish, as set of symobols the stallion wouldn't recognize, no doubt zebrican. Flipping through it, he pretends to find the right page. "Ah ha, I think I have just the potion in stock~" He grabs something from underneath the counter. "Unfortunately, you cant just drink this and be healed..." ***

22:06 TrigSilver frowns a little at the illegible script, but gives a nod. "Good!" he says to the first bit of news. "Oh..." he says to the second. "Well... what else do I need to do?" ***

22:08 Ruzeth presents a serious face towards trig and sighs, "Well, its not something I like to do, but it actually requires you to bathe in it, while surrounded by the aura of a magical being, such as a pony," he explains. "Its not the most comfortable process..." ***

22:13 TrigSilver nods softly. "So... what, I need to be in a hot tub orgy?" he asks, equally serious. ***

22:16 Ruzeth gives a little giggle at that suggestion and shakes his head, "Well no...not exactly. You see, in order to cure this, you're going to need somepony to gulp down you, and then this potion, and then after a bit you'll be cured and can be let out." He explains, with an earnest smile. He pulls out the book, and points to a passage. "See? It says it right here." ***

22:20 TrigSilver has various levels of belief and disbelief on his face as the explanation ensues. He leans over and peers at the book when it's pointed to, trying to make sense of the jumbled and incoherent glyphs. "Uhh... alright. How would that even work? You can't fit a whole pony inside you. Do you know one of those giant ponies, like the rodeo fella down south?" ***

22:27 Ruzeth certainly was marginally smaller than trigsilver, bu the had ways. "Oh well, what if I said I could. Would you still want to receive the treatment? Or do you enjoy your gay little rainbows?" He questions, breaking out into a giggle at the mention of his ailment once more. ***

22:37 TrigSilver huffs at that tease. "Fine. I'll let you eat me. But you'd better spit me out or you're not getting your bits!" he says sternly. ***

22:47 Ruzeth frowns at this threat and rolls his eyes. There was no way he was going to eat this stallion with his saddlebags intact, where the bits most surely were anyways. He gestures at them, "Sure, but you have to take those off, wouldn't want to get those all slimy..plus It might make it more cramped." ***

22:56 TrigSilver snorts. He slips off his pegasack, a backpack that fits snugly between his wings. No saddlebags for this mobile stallion. He reaches inside and pulls out a coin purse, then tucks it under his wing. "Slimy or not, I'm keeping this," he says sternly. ***

22:59 Ruzeth smiles at the stallion as he removes his sack, and then gives a nod as he takes out the bag of bits. "That's fair. I'm sure I wont have trouble getting that down. " With that, the zebra quaffs the potion he'd picked out, and then steps right up to Trig. "Alright, make this easier on me and stick your hooves in my mouth when I open up." He says, before opening his mouth wide, revealing a dark pink caver, dripping with saliva behind a set of pearly white teeth. His tongue lolls out of his mouth as he waits eagerly. ***

23:11 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

23:11 TrigSilver furrows his eyebrows as he looks in there. Does he really want to go through with this? Another little poot reminds him why he has to. With a little sigh, he reaches up and loosens his tie enough to pull it off, tossing it over to be with his bags. He sits down in front of the zebra and places his hooves in that open mouth. ***

23:15 Ruzeth just barely holds back a giggle as he feels the stallion's hooves press into his mouth, widening his cheeks into a comical bulge. His tongue licks them over, playing into the ticklish frogs of his hooves, getting everything nice and slick. With that, be brings his hooves up to those forelegs and shoves them deeper, giving a slimy gulp that squeezes around his hooves, causing a small bulge in the zebra's neck. ***

23:19 TrigSilver steels himself and pushes forwards further, trying to squeeze his hooves into the zebra's throat and ignoring the feeling of that wet flesh around him. ***

23:22 Ruzeth tastes the stallion's fur now, feeling it drag across his tongue as his thick saliva begins to matt it down to his flesh. Another gulp brings the zebra's snout right up against trig's. His warm breath washes over the stallion's nose, smelling less than pleasant, and his spit smelled even worse as his tongue licked over the pony's muzzle. ***

23:30 TrigSilver echs and squirms at the smell and the licking. "Ugh, stop that! This is business, not lunch!" he complains, pulling his head away from that licking tongue. He tries very much not to think about the firm squeezing dragging him down into that gullet, nor about the hot wet drool soaking into his fur and dribbling along his legs towards his shoulders. ***

23:36 Ruzeth meets the stallion's eyes, only to roll them in response to the protest. They were going to get all slicked up anyways, so the stallion was being silly. With another gulp, he guides the head into his smelly maw, breaking strands of saliva against his face. SOmehow the zebra managed to open his mouth wide enough to take the pegasus's entire head in, sealing it away in warm smelly slippery darkness. ***

23:42 TrigSilver continues to squirm a little bit, but his wings remain firmly clasped to his sides, securing that coin sack under his wing. He can't help but recoil a little bit when the zebra wraps his lips around his head. His mother always warned him about zebras, so he's having trouble tamping down his panic, caused by that indoctrination. ***

23:47 Ruzeth licks over his face and then gulps once more, pushing his head forward to put pressure on the stallion inside, forcing him down the tight tube. A large bulge appears in the zebra's throat as he presses inside, and his hooves would begin to find them pressing against his stomach lining. Another gulp and the base of his wings are now starting to get covered with zebra spit as the pull inside. ***

00:00 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

00:03 < TrigSilver> [[Sorry, my keyboard had Alt stuck in the code so everything was kinda fucked up and I had to restart.]

00:05 < Ruzeth> (Oh damn >.>)

00:18 TrigSilver gulps and starts to panic a little bit. He hyperventilates inside the zebra's throat, chest rapidly expanding and contracting as that mouth works over it. He starts to squirm a little more vigorously. He's starting to regret his decision. Hey, maybe gay farts isn't so bad? He is gay, after all, so it's not like it'll be false advertising. ***

00:20 Ruzeth chuckles a bit around the stallion as he feels him beginning to struggle and strokes comfortingly down his back. Another gulp and half the wings are drawn inside. At this point, the zebra reaches up teases at the one with the money bag, pulling a feather or two to make him flinch and drop it. Plus he'd need them for his potion. ***

00:23 TrigSilver yelps softly inside the zebra as his hooves slip into that stomach. His wing does, indeed, drop the purse of coins, and his struggles redouble. "This was all a trick, wasn't it?!" he shouts, struggling in earnest now. Hopefully the little zebra can lift Trig's hindlegs off the ground or he'll find himself with a very angry half-wet pegasus. ***

00:25 Ruzeth falls backwards as his meal begins to struggle, pushing his hind legs up into the air. The coin purse makes a loud jing as it hits the ground. His stomach grumbles as he fels the pushing up against it by the hooves, and another gulp brings those troublesome hips into his mouth. The Pegasus would soon find his head pressing into the smell foul stomach of the zebra. ***

00:28 TrigSilver kicks his hindlegs futilely in the air above the zebra's snout, his rump squirming back and forth as he attempts to escape his inevitable fate. As if to counterpoint this dark situation, another little poot causes a rainbow to fall to the floor before Ruzeth. "Let me out!" the pegasus shouts, writhing around in the zebra's throat. His mother was right, they really are tricky liars. ***

00:30 Ruzeth snickers at the kick and bites down on Trig's legs, enough to cause him some pain, but not enough to break the skin. Once he's satisfied the message has been delivered, he gives another gulp, and then another, till just the tips of the stallion's hooves stick from his open mouth, and half his body swells into the zebra's foul gut. ***

00:46 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

00:51 TrigSilver splashes around angrily in the zebra's stomach, that potion-laden stomach acid soaking into his fur. He doesn't even stop squirming when he's bitten. No point in acquiescing when you're being devoured alive by a zebra! He plants his hooves on that he feels is the opposite side of Ruzeth from that mouth, hoping to maybe push himself out, fighting against the downward pull of that throat. ***

00:59 Ruzeth grunts as he feels his meal pressing back out and then brings his hooves to trig's, pressing down hard until they slide in past his teeth. Giving them a couple more licks he gulps hard, pushing them to his throat with his slick tongue. With that, all of the Pegasus, save for a couple feathers on the ground disappear to his belly. The pats his oversized stomach and lets out a groan. "Has the potion taken effect yet?" ***

01:06 TrigSilver is helpless to stop his end, before long curled up tightly by the surprisingly elastic confines of the zebra's stomach. It squeezes in all around him, and he can't help but grunt and struggle, muttering profanities between each shout to be let out. "Goddamnit, fucking Zebra, LET ME OUT!" etc. ***

01:09 Ruzeth grabs one of the feathers off the floor and plays with it in his hooves, smiling at the brown object. "I promised I'd let you out, and I still maintain that. You'll be just as brown as you are now too~" He teases. His stomach squeezes and kneads around his form as Ruzeth's free hoof rubs over the bulges he makes. ***

01:20 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

01:23 TrigSilver struggles against those confines, the zebra's gut. The bulging belly doesn't settle for a moment, though it does have the unintended consequence of the pega using up all of his oxygen rather quickly. ***

01:25 < Ruzeth> (He needs to fart in there, so I can burp rainbow farts :P)

01:26 Ruzeth swallows down a little more air for the stallion inside, eager to keep him going as he feels him struggle. "Oooh keep that up~ How does it feel knowing that soon you're going to be nothing more than zebra fat and wastes, and I'm going to use your escence to create an important potion~" ***

01:31 TrigSilver is exhausted anyway, laying there in the belly and only able to watch as that sphincter opens up only briefly to allow a little more air into the disgusting chamber. The pegasus pants in there, laying against the walls as he recovers. The words make him shiver. ***

01:34 Ruzeth 's stomach slowly builds up with more and more juice, rising up around his belly and making it itch like crazy. The stomach squeezes tight around his form, putting pressure on his gut and getting every inch of him covered by Ruzeth's stomach acids. "I cant hear you~ Speak up, beg, and maybe I'll let a pathetic pony such as yourself free~" he teases. ***

01:37 TrigSilver leaps at the chance. "Please! Let me out!" he shouts, squirming weakly again. He pushes at the hole his air came in through, one hoof down against his flanks to rub at that itch. ***

01:39 Ruzeth chuckles around the stallion, as he shouts and pushes down on a bulge, plunging Trig's head beneath the juices till he let up to allow the pony to sputter back to the surface. The motion was causing the gas to rise to the surface once more, building up pressure at his sphyincter. ***

01:39 < Ruzeth> (Cmon, fart for me :P)

01:47 TrigSilver flails around under the acid, squirming as it gets all over his face and makes his mouth itch and burn. It's perfectly understandable that he lets out a nice long rainbow fart that bubbles up to the surface and fills the remaining air with its oddly fruity scent. He gasps as he returns to the surface, inhaling rainbows and coughing it back out, having all manner of trouble. ***

01:50 Ruzeth finally succumbs to the pressure, letting out a loud wet belch that reverberates around Trigsilver. All the air comes up out of the stomach and out of the zebra's mouth, spewing the rainbows out onto the ground like vomit. He giggles at the display and smacks his lips at the fruity lingering taste. His hooves press against his now shrunken bulge in his stomach. Trig wouldn't have long now. ***

02:00 TrigSilver is helpless as he watches all the air rush up and out, He tries pushing his hoof against the hole but the air escapes past his hoof anyway. The fluids rapidly rise up until they reach that hole, leaving him with the smallest little pocket of air. He desperately breathes it up until it's too thin to continue breathing on, at which point... he starts becoming very sleepy. He's so very heavy. There wasn't much air left there to start with, and his panicked hyperventilation sucked it all out. Before long, he's unconscious and slips down beneath the pool of acid. ***

02:09 Ruzeth pats his stomach as the struggles subside into a steady gurgling. The zebra lets out a loud yawn and allows his head to collapse backwards against the ground. He begins to snore as he slips into a food coma. Steadily his stomach breaks down the chunk of Pegasus meat, melting off the fur and then the flesh from the bones. All the while the potion works, taking that energy and causing the zebra to sprout wings in his sleep. When he finally wakes up a day later, his rump is noticeably fatter. The colt yawns, rolling over, and then stretches, flexing his new wings. Before he can get accustomed to them, however, a pressure reminds him that not all of Trig is useful. The stallion rushes to his bathroom and grunts, letting out the remains. Sludgy brown goop falls from his rump, splattered with brown fur and feathers. Specks of broken bone stick from teh stinking brown logs. A dirty skull pops out after much straining, sitting on top of the rather large mound. After a hard half hour and several flushes later, he emerges. It would seem trig would have his revenge though, as a cloud of rainbows trails out behind the zebra. He goes to work, using the feather and his new Pegasus wings to perfect that potion he'd been working on. ***