Zero Suit Samus farted a raunchy poot while sitting with her legs up on the couch in the mansion's living room, much to her annoyance as she was trying to relax from her last encounter with Ridley.
"Oh damn it!" Zamus groaned as she felt more gas building up inside her. "Why can't
my body ever let me relax after a mission?" Zamus lifted her right butt cheek and farted a raunchy poot that puffed up the back of her zero suit. "Must I always be forced to hold in this gas of mine during missions?"
Zamus lifted her legs, dismayed that she couldn't help but let out her gas as she pooted out a long chain of brassy, bassy farts, the suit less blonde annoyed by the fact that she was stinking up the living room.
"Come on! Just let me relax!" Zamus groaned, her stomach continually rumbling as she stood up on the couch, lifted her leg and released a deep, low pitched poot, followed by a long, brassier fart that went on as Zamus bent down, trying to get as much of her bad gas out as possible, to no avail.
Pikachu then walked into the room. "Hey Samus, can I have some-" he stopped to see that Zamus was stinking up the room with her sexy, farting butt, immediately leaving as Waluigi then snuck in, taking the rotten smell as he raised a tennis racket, preparing to hit Zamus with it.
"Oh don't even think about it!" Zamus fumed, noticing Waluigi.
"What are you gonna do about it, you zero suit slut? I'm an Assist Trophy! You can't hurt me, but I can hurt you!" Waluigi cackled.
"Wrong!" Zamus pointed her big butt at the lanky man, who lowered his tennis racket in dismay.
"Oh poopy..." Waluigi groaned, right before Zamus ripped a huge fart that blasted Waluigi out the window, sending him blasting off again.
"That actually felt good. And I feel so much better!" Zamus smiled as she sat back down, ignoring her own stinky butt fumes as she sighed of relief.