May had her hands held together as she took in a deep breath and let loose a sloppy fart, taking a sniff of the air as she laughed playfully and began fanning her flatulence away while cranking out some more. "Ooh, that is ripe!"
May's Glaceon groaned upon sensing the pungent eggy stink of her trainer's methane, trying to keep the room cool with her own broken wind that was of the icy variety, but it was not meant to be for May's wet flatulent blasts were too hot for it to become cooler in temperature, with May noticing as her eyes opened up.
"I see that you got influenced by me making quite the stink, huh?" May said with a joyful tone in her voice as she did some leg stretches. "Well let me provide you with a tune of my own!"
Oh how did that Glaceon regret passing frosty fart gas alongside her gassy girl of a coordinator, for May didn't mess around when it came to making a stink!
