“Are you sure about this?” Cadance asked, waving for gorgeous pink plot in the face of an eager looking stallion.
 
“Absolutely,” he began, “You’re the only pony in Canterlot I know I could open up to about something personal like this. It means a lot to me that you even entertained the idea…” He blushed, and Cadance giggled sweetly at him. Then, she unloaded a very un-ladylike blast of hot, stinking wind in his face. He dared not cough and enjoyed his gift to the fullest, he took a deep breathe through his nose and let the scent sink in.
 
Cadance laughed, “You caught me on a good day,” she remarked, “Haven’t cooked one up that smelled like that in a while. They both smiled at each other, and then Cadance aimed her plot at him once more and unloaded the rest of the pressure she had loaded up in her bowels. It smelled awful, however the stallion took it in like it was more precious than air.
 
“Thank you so much” he said, failing at letting himself blush. Cadance smiled back at him, her nose scrunched up a little from her own smell. “Anytime” she replied happily, and then she kissed him on the cheek and went off to finish her royal duties.