After falling in love with Trixie at a show, Brawny Hooves begins to get closer to his idol and learns how Trixie really is when the curtain is drawn...
Brawny Hooves experiences love at first site when he attends one of Trixie's magic shows, and longs to get closer. Little does Brawny know he's about to get even closer to Trixie than anypony ever has..
This is a series which I started last year on my writing.com account, but figured I would transfer to fimfiction.
Contains large amounts of scat, farts, and everything that comes with them. If you do not like scat then this fiction is NOT for you.
There was great commotion in town. You had never seen so many ponies rushing towards the town centre as they were today. As you peeked from your bedroom window upon the town below, you wondered why everypony was so desperate to get to the town square.
You ran downstairs, and out of your home, and followed the mass of ponies rushing past. You approached the town centre, and noticed a stage, on which a blue pony was waving her hoofs around.
You tapped a green mare on the shoulder and asked her "What's going on?!" She turned round, and stared at you for a few seconds, before answering you. "It's the great and powerful Trixie of course!" The green pony exclaimed, which much excitement. "The great what now?" You ask, unsure still as to who this pony is.
"The greatest magician in Equestria! She stops off in different towns every now and then, and she's finally stopped here in Fillydelphia!" You're still kinda confused, but merely move towards the front of the crowd, looking up at this 'Trixie'.
Immediately, you feel an urge inside you; she is stunning! You glare sheepishly as she shows off her talents, and displays her abilities.
"I am now going to need a male volunteer from the audience!" She soon announces, and your hand immediately raises. She smiles down at you. "You, the stallion in the front."
You trot up onto the stage, thrilled to get closer to this beauty. "I'm going to need you to lie inside this box," she says warmly, gesturing to a long black box with a lid lifted up on it. You follow your orders, and position yourself lying down in the box.
She closes the lid, and produces a saw from seemingly nowhere. She proceeds to turn to the box, and begin sawing through the middle.
You remain laying down, slightly anxious; but alas, the saw does not seem to pass through you at all. The crowd gasp, as Trixie pulls the box apart, declaring she has sawed you in half. She then pushes it back together, and waves her wand over it. She lifts the box lid, and you emerge; unharmed.
The crowd applaud, and Trixie gives you a very particular look.
You stay and watch the rest of her show, then try to catch Trixie after she has finished. You rush up behind her as she is heading to her dressing room, and she turns swiftly. "Oh. You are the stallion that helped Trixie with the performance earlier."
You nod, and wonder why she is speaking in third person, but know that you have no concern with an egotistic personality; she is too beautiful. "What is it you want?" she asks politely. "I... Uh... Just wanted to let you know your show is so awesome."
She blushes. "Thank you. Trixie tries to.. Captivate her audience." "No; really; it was like the best thing I've ever seen!" You cry. You are of course exaggerating a bit, but you feel it might woo her some more.
She blushes even harder. "Well, Trixie is not so sure about that. Would you like to come in for a drink?"
Bingo. You nod, enthusiastically, and follow the mare into her dressing room. The room inside is larger than you expected. A collection of magic equipment is housed in one corner of the room, next to Trixie's bed. She has a dressing table on the other side of the room, which is next to a sofa and some chairs, and two doorways reside on the side of the room opposite you.
"It's not much, but it's enough for The Great and Powerful Trixie." Trixie states. "It's nice in here." you compliment. "You certainly are the flatterer," she giggles, "Trixie does not believe she ever caught your name. What is it?"
"Brawny Hooves, I'm known as." you smile. "I'm quite strong."
Trixie smirks. "Strong are we?" she says, giggling seductively. She turns to a cooking area in her room, and opens a cupboard. "Is tea fine for you?" She asks. "Yep. tea's just fine." You respond, staring sneakily at Trixie's plot, as she's turned away. You can swear she shakes it a little, to tease you, but this must me coincidental.
She prepares the tea, and places to cups on the table. You both begin drinking, and soon notice an odd-looking device in amongst her magic stuff. It's made from wood, and resembles a toilet, excluding the back part, You point to it, "what's that?" Trixie blushes hard, and turns away.
"That... Is nothing..." she says, clearly embarrassed. You try to lift this. "Is that one of those toilet things that somepony puts their head into? Then another pony sits on the toilet and goes all over them." She looks round slowly. "You've heard of them?" You nod. "Truth be told, I've always wanted one for myself, but never had anyone I could use it with.
Trixie's face brightens slightly. "You mean to say... You have..." "A fetish, yeah. A few actually." She turns round towards you, now intrigued. "Which ones? If you don't mind me asking." You smile back. "Let's see... Fart fetish, scat fetish, watersports fetish, hoof fetish, vore, and a bit of bondage now and then."
"mmm. I like you." she purrs, lowering her upper eyelids, and staring at you lovingly. "You maybe wanna... Try that out after dinner? I've only got it recently." You nod madly. "Yes! Definitely!"
Wow; you've found a mare who is not only beautiful, but whom shares your fetishes! She begins to cook up a meal; a vegetable curry. She placed two plates down upon the table, and you started to eat yours. She followed, eating the curry quickly and passionately.
She finishes it in an instant, and waits patiently for you to finish. You finish, then look up at Trixie, as she grunts loudly, a loud muffled tuba sound filling the room. She blushes. "Oops!" she says in a sing-song voice.
She leans to the left, scrunches up her face, and forces out another thick fart. The smell hits you; a mucilaginous odour: sweet, and resembling a combination of curry, and eggs. You inhale quickly and strongly, and try to fill your lungs with the stench.
Trixie, on the other hand, isn't as impressed at her gas. "Oh my! That smells putrid!" she gags, fanning her hoof infront of her face. "The great and Powerful Trixie apologises. She did not know that her farts would be so... Stinky!" At this point, your cock is rock hard. Either this Trixie is being sexy deliberately, or you're just really lucky.
She farts again, this one broken up and resembling a machine gun. She giggles. "Hehe. That one sounded funny." You are greeted with another dose of her heavenly stench, and once again inhale as much of the hot gas as possible. "You really enjoy Trixie's farts, don't you?" she says playfully, cocking her head to one side.
"Oh yes. They smell so good!" You exclaim, giggling a little. Trixie still stares at you, with her head tilted to one side, and proceeds to stand up, and walk over to you. "Hey.. pull my hoof." She laughs, extending her arm towards you. You smile, and tug at her hoof, releasing a loud, high pitched fart from Trixie. She starts laughing, and turns her plot around to face you. Then, she smacks it onto your face, and starts rubbing it around. Your senses flood with the unmistakeable smell of Trixie's potent gas.
Holy fuck. This feels so fucking amazing, and you fucking love it. She blasts another concentrated load of her miasma up your nostrils, and your nose plops inbetween her two beautifully corpulant cheeks. She giggles, as she pleasures your nose with another raunchy rip.
Being closer to the source, you get a far more unadultarated sniff of Trixie's lucious vapours. The wonderful blend of curry, egg, and something sweet combine perfectly, with a hinted sulphorous undertone. The scent is perfection. Trixie is perfection. She pulls you from her ass with a pleasing squish sound, and turns back round to face you, gagging slightly at her emissions. "How can you bear that smell?!" She giggles, fanning her gas away.
You merely laugh, and she pulls you in for a kiss. Your mouths meet, and you both exchange saliva. The redolence of Trixie's farts has diffused, as she pulls away, leaving a strand of saliva between the both of you. She stares into your eyes, and you stare back into the two purple pools of pulchritude. Suddenly, the foul, and familiar scent of Trixie's backwind fills your nose. A smile broadens on her face, and she laughs, fanning the air around her butt. "That one was certainly Silent-but-deadly!" Trixie giggles.
This fart is far stronger than the previous ones, which you take as an indication that she may need to release something a little more soon. "How about we go and try out that toilet of yours now?" You amorously suggest, looking over at the device. "Of course. Trixie would love to get started!"
The implement is made primarily from varnished wood, and glass. It appears as any normal toilet, but instead of a bowl for the excrement to go into, it has a glass box, fitted with a leather cushion.
Other than that, this looks like a normal toilet. "Ok. So, you lay down, and rest your head on the leather padding, and Trixie will sit on the toilet, and... 'take care of business' as it were." "Sounds good." You smile, and get ready to position yourself. "Trixie is, hopefully getting a far superior edition, made from porcelain." "This one is just fine." You say humbly, sliding your head into the small box. You can't very clearly make out much inside, as it is fairly dark, but suddenly, the toilet seat lifts up, and the box is flooded with light.
Trixie peers down into the box, smiling warmly. "Are you comfortable?" She asks benevolently, with that cute smile that she masters. "Yup. It's very comfy in here." You reply, gazing up into Trixie's eyes. "You like staring into my eyes, I see." She says, almost as if she can read your thoughts. "Your eyes are beautiful." You say in response. "Just wait till you can stare into my third." She giggles, leaving you to deduce what she meant. She turns around, and plants her plot down onto the toilet. You take a few seconds to glare at Trixie's rear, staring at her plothole, and her marehood.
"Are you ready?" A muffled Trixie asks from above. "Sure am!" You cry in response. She replies with a grunt, as you notice her sphincter contracting and relaxing. It continues to do this for a good few seconds, before it opens outwards, and a gust of ripe fetor blows against your face, accompanied by a loud, scabrous noise.
The familiar malodor fills your chamber, replacing the oxygen inside with thick, concentrated farts. She moans, almost orgasmically, and cuts another undiffused gasbomb into the box, this one sounding deep and very wet. By now, any molecule of oxygen in your limited air supply has been dominated by methane. You huff the gas, filling your lungs completely with Trixie's gas, burning your throat and flooding your nasal passage. They are starting to smell stronger, the wonderous stench of sweet curry, chicken, and eggs now all you can breathe. You begin to feel light-headed. Not from displeasure, but from lack of oxygen. As much as you loved gas, you still has basic pony dependancies.
Trixie lifts her tush slightly, to let more oxygen into the container, and then sits back down again. She releases a lengthy poot, which has a sticky, bubbly tone. It lasts for a good seven seconds or so, then dies down to a near-silent stream of incohesive moistness, before lowering to a hissing leak of concentrated gas, and stopping. You inhale deeply, not letting even an atom of Trixie's blissful efluvium escape. Her plothole starts twitching again, and opens to let a dark brown log peek out. It sucks back in, and Trixie's asshole starts contracting again. The anus expands again, and the piece of shit starts slowly sliding out, making a sticky crackling noise. Trixie moans, and her plothole closes again, cutting off the log and making it fall onto your face.
Your penis tenses, and you feel a strong sensation through your testicles, as you start to eat the feces. It has a very bitter taste, which resembles curry, and some other foods you can't quite make out.
Just as you finish indulging in this first turd, another falls down into your mouth. You mash it with your tongue, spreading the strong flavour around your mouth. You swallow it, and just as you notice a trickle of golden fluid from Trixie's vagina. You open wider, and let the stream of piss run down your throat, washing away the poop. The stream becomes more forceful, and it splashes against the front of the box, running onto your face and neck. You try and drink all of the salty, bitter liquid, but most of it runs to the bottom of the box, slowly flooding it. You soon find yourself partially emersed in a pool of Trixie's urine, warm against your head.
Her plothole contracts again, and a ripe, wet rip fills the box with a much-needed dose of gas. This smells far more like shit than the previous farts, which turns you on further. A short, silent poot eeks from your godess' anus, followed by another dollop of feces, coiling into your awaiting mouth. You start to chew slowly, and passionately on the ambrosial ordure, savouring the wonderful flavour, and letting it slide down your throat.
At this point, your penis is throbbing, and harder than it had ever been. You feel her hoof reach to it, and start jerking it slowly. A violent tingle fills the entire bottom half of your body, as Trixie rips some more raunchy, wet gas into your face, followed by another log of scat, which you proceed to feast on. She gains speed, pumping her hoof up and down your shaft. Within seconds, you reach orgasm; every muscle in your body tensing, as a load of cum shoots up, and presumably into Trixie's face. She laughs, and produces another loud rip.
Trixie's stomach then starts to rumble, and a very sloppy piece of shit falls out onto your face. You lick it up, and realise that it is far less viscous than before. "Oh... Oh my... I don't think that curry agreed with me..." You hear Trixie say anxiously, before a jet of chunky hot liquid shit spurts out right onto your face. You see her plothole shuddering, trying to keep the diarrhoea in. You can tell that it's no use, and open wide in preparation for another spout of shit. You didn't get to taste any before, and you're certainly open to new tastes.
As predicted, Trixie's asshole fails to contain the dissentry, and it opens again, releasing another discharge of runny feces. It flows down your throat, almost choking you, but you manage to get a taste
of it. It tastes nothing like the thicker logs you tasted earlier. Instead, it posesses a strong, spicy taste. You can detect digested chunks of potato in the mixture, and you find that you actually quite like the taste of Trixie's runny shit. The stream continues for a good few seconds, before slowing to a sloppy halt, accompanied by a whining fart. A few more diarrhoea-coated blobs of excrememt slip out, followed by another drizzle of shit. A loud, messy fart sprays the last bit of shit over the box, and Trixie sighs, standing up.
"Trixie thinks that's the end of it... sorry." She says, embarrased. "She should have realised that curry goes right through her... sorry about that, if you want to leave I understand." "Leave?" You ask, through the shit in your mouth. "All I want now is for you to sit back down and let me lick you clean. She smiles down at you. "You even like Trixie's diarrhoea?!" "I loved it." You reply, licking your lips. She sits back down on you, and you lap at her filthy plothole, cleaning it of any remaining shit. After you have cleaned it, she stands back up, and you pull your head from the box.
"It is going to need cleaning." She says, looking in at the pool of pee, which now had chunks of diarrhoea floating in it. "On it!" you reply, dipping your head down into the bowl, and slurping the combination of piss and poop. You finish it off almost instantly, enjoying every last bit. You bring your head up and out again, having completely cleaned the bowl. "Trixie is impressed, and she has a question for you." "What is it?" You ask, eagerly.
"Would you like to... live with me here? You will be my personal toilet, and fart sniffer, and you can do whatever you want to me." She says, hopefully, "of course, during the day I will have to attend to my shows, but in the evenings, my full attention shall be directed to you." You need to consider this, but know that it will never happen again. "I'd love to, but what will I do with my house? If I'm travelling around Equestria with you, it'll still be here." "You can return when you want, just let me know." Trixie says.
"Yes. I'll come. Of course I will." You say, cheerily. She smiles broadly, hugging you tightly. "This is going to be so fun! I just know it is!" She cries, kissing you passionately.
Well, this is it. A new life of serving for Trixie. It seems too good to be true. You find your way to a room off the side of the main one, 'your room' as Trixie calls it. Inside is a bed, and a toilet. It's not much, but it's enough.
You nod off to sleep, thinking of what is to come. You can't wait until tomorrow.
As your eyes slowly open to let through the new day, a single beam of warm sun breaks through the window and coats you in a rich warmth. You turn over sluggishly, still collecting your thoughts and letting the haze slowly fade from your sleepy eyes. "A deep sleeper." You hear suddenly, turning sharply to see Trixie grinning in the doorway. Rubbing your eyes you slackly sit up and yawn. "What time is it?" "Gone noon." Trixie comments, walking away into the main compartment of her home with you following behind.
"So what's the plan today?" You inquire rather casually, lounging on a small couch and watching her prepare her uniform. "Well.. Trixie still has a show to attend in Fillydelphia today. I do have a job for you, though." "Oh, good. What's that?"
Trixie steps closer and closer to where you are seated, running a hoof down one side of your head. "Trixie would like you to go to market and find the gassiest, stinkiest, spiciest ingredients that you possibly can. Then, you can create for Trixie the most gas-inducing meal possible. She doesn't care what it is; Trixie shall enjoy every last morsel."
With these parting words she goes to the door, stopping as she reaches it and turning back. "Oh, and get something nice for yourself. I've left some bits on the table." She leaves you then, with an already-established erection. Right then--it's your duty to create something which will have Trixie farting all night, and you decide then that not only do you want this severe mass of farting; you also want said farts to absolutely reek worse than any you've ever smelt.
With a nab of the coin bag you leave her homely dressing room and set out on your quest, trotting excitedly in the direction of the market stalls where you shall no doubt find some sufficient foods. The journey does not take a long time, and as that fresh afternoon air greets you, so do the ponies around the town. You respond cheerfully to all variety of greetings and good blessings, until the busy marketplace is dead in your sights.
The first stall you decide to visit is quite a simple vegetable stand. Behind it a stocky stallion gives you a dubious glance before breaking into a grin. "What can I get you today, sir?" You quickly browse what he's selling, and make a decision fast. "I'll have... Some artichokes, some onions, some cabbages, some sprouts, and some broccoli, please," He nods, placing each item in one brown paper bag before handing it to you.
Handing him the required bits and thanking him, you head towards another stall; one which displays baskets full of aromatic spices and herbs, the collective scent hitting you before you even reach it. If anything's going to give her gas that extra tinge, it's these spices, and you ask the mare running the stall for "a little bit of everything." As much as she's a little confused, she fills for you another similar bag full of these assorted exotic spices and herbs.
Making your next payment, you search for a stall which sells something you could use to your advantage. You try and think of some food which would no doubt increase her accumulation of gas, producing the most sulfurous and potent farts that she possibly could. Suddenly your mind wanders to something else, or rather somepony else.
You remember that you've heard many times of an old, presumably insane mare who lives on the outskirts of town. A unicorn, she apparently knows about any ailment or potion you could need--surely there's some concoction to increase gas. It's a long shot, but one you feel willing to take, and you head from the town centre and towards the seldom-visited forest wherein this mare is said to live.
You can tell when you're leaving the comfort of Fillydelphia as the grass around you starts to become darker and more withering; you soon are shadowed with the looming canopies of the woodland, the musky, earthy odour of the forest soon all around you.
After walking for some considerable number of seconds and feeling close to turning back and leaving you can't help but detect something fiercely vile and foul. You follow your nose to the source of the smell, and find what appears to be some kind of small fruit, letting off a disgusting stench. You can't be sure that it's edible, but it would be a brilliant addition to your 'gas stew'.
As you go to try and pick this strange fruit, you're interrupted with a loud; "What are you doing here?!" You turn quickly to see an older mare standing over you; wrinkly and with both eyes glazed over. Before you can explain yourself you realise that this must be the old unicorn you came to initially visit.
"Well? What are you doing?" You clear your throat and collect yourself. "I... Was actually looking for your help." "My help?!" "Yes. You see I'm trying to find some way to... Increase the putridity of flatulence." She stares at you for about a minute, before breaking into cackling, hysterical laughter. "Y'know, young one, I've had all sorts coming to me and asking for remedies. To be older, to be younger, taller, shorter, smarter... But never anything like that!" "I understand it sounds weird, but can you help me?" "I believe I can. Follow me." She walks into the murky depths of the undergrowth, and you make haste in following her. The humid dirtiness of the forest is growing more and more sickening, and when you both reach a small hut you feel joyed to be rid of it.
The hut is cramped, and filled to the brim with all manner of bottles and jars, plants and herbs. The old mare reaches a large cauldron and her horn lights up in a blue glimmer as it levitates a couple of her many odd ingredients towards it, pouring them in slowly. "There is no recorded name for this potion," she begins as she mixes, a steady light from the mixture reflecting on her face, "It is said that it was used in the early ages of Equestria for some form of deterrent; they would spread this around settlements to keep predators away--its distinctive miasma was very effective in this sense. Then, apparently, about five hundred years ago they used this as a form of laxative. It is said that it allowed the body to 'expel unwanted gases and waste in notably vast quantities.' There is a rather humorous story about the Princess and this potion, but that is for another day.
I must warn you that although this will certainly 'enhance' the odour, you may find that the user has little control over the movements of their bowels." "I understand." You reply finally, quite amazed that there's such history to this potion.
She finishes creating the brew, and then sends you back on your way. It's getting dark as you leave her home, and you suspect Trixie will be waiting for you. As you trot down the leafy path towards town, your nose picks up the foul stench of the weird fruit again. You remembered that you had earlier been interrupted before you could stuff the fruit into your bag, and ruffled around in the shrubbery before your hoof felt something foamy and moist against it. You threw the fruit into your saddle bag separately from the other ingredients and carried on your way.
You return home to find her waiting in the kitchen impatiently. "There you are. Did you get the ingredients?"
You nod, putting the paper bags, and the vial of potion down on the table. She looks at them and a grin spreads across her face. "Lovely! Trixie is sure this will all work out very nicely." She then notices the potion, glowing very weakly in its oddly-shaped vial. "What is this? Wh-where did you get this?" She asks, inspecting the strange fluid closely. "It's a potion. Apparently it will make your gas.. much worse." She laughs slightly. "Well isn't that convenient? I hope it works!" "So do I. Let's start mixing this together!"
Trixie gathers a large cooking pot and wooden spoon, and pours a small amount of water into it. One by one you throw hooffuls of spices into the mix, each one exploding with a different exotic and spicy aroma. Trixie is at work slicing the vegetables up into thin chunks, passing the assortment of sliced legumes to you. The stew was beginning to come together, bubbling and letting off a warm, spicy scent. You reach over to the vial and pour it too into the mixture, watching as the stew fizzes up and changes colour to a deep purple. "Oooh. It looks delicious!" Trixie chimes in from her vegetable-cutting duties. You suddenly remember the unknown fruit you'd picked earlier is still in your saddlebag. It seems like the concoction will already produce some impressively foul wind, but adding a little more stink couldn't possibly do any bad. You retrieve the plant from the bag, now able to see it in the light. It's red, and covered in black craters. The overwhelming smell of the plant fills the room immediately and catches Trixie's attention. "What is that?" She trots over curiously and looks over your shoulder at the fruit.
"It smells atrocious!" She can't help but cover her nostrils with a hoof. "I'm.. not sure. I found it in the forest outside of town. I don't know if it's safe to eat or not." The two of you are not sure, but decide to take a huge risk and you ask Trixie to slice it up and throw it in.
Quite soon the stew is complete. You pour it into a bowl and place it down onto Trixie's table. She stares at it for a few seconds, grinning like a filly on Christmas before dipping her head down into the bowl and lapping away at her meal like a thirsty dog. She leans back, purple ooze dripping around her mouth. Trixie belches loudly. "Wh-whew. Could Trixie possibly... have a little more..?" She looks up to you with her eyes glinting in the dim light of her traveling home. You're surprised the stew was even edible enough for her to want seconds, but you were more than happy to keep it coming.
She finished the second bowl even faster than she had the first and instead of demanding another bowlful the blue unicorn took it upon herself to move over to the cooking pot and finishing it all off, ending her engorgement with a complimentary monster of a burp, physically rattling the windows. As she lay back onto her chair and admired her now slightly bloated stomach you began to hear a loud, muffled churning and growling from deep within Trixie's stomach. "O-Oh my.. Trixie believes it has already.. ugh.. started working.." She seized up, holding her rumbling stomach and gasping at the sharp cramps coming suddenly and harshly.
You had to act quickly, and hurriedly picked Trixie up in your forehooves, cradling her as you trudged over to your bedroom and lay her down onto the plush bed. She rolled around, burping several times before letting out a few pained grunts. "Tr-Trixie can't h-hold-" Before she could even manage to finish her sentence her legs splayed and her rear blasted out a deep, wet fart. She gasped and began to pant as another fart soon followed, although this time it lasted much longer -- you couldn't time it, but trying to count in your head it had to be around the twenty second mark at least. "Whoa! That was amazing!"
She smiled, quite proud at herself for being able to produce a fart of such length. "What are you doing standing over there for..?" She chuckled, another wet brarp slipping between her fat thighs. You didn't hesitate a second longer, diving onto the bed with your face lowered against Trixie's rump. The air was already thick with a strong, mustard-like odour from her last few farts, and this was soon reinvigorated with another fart from the bloated pony, even wetter and nastier than the last. you stuffed your muzzle into her cheeks, both of them pudgy and sweaty. Her perineum stunk of farts and BO; she had probably worked up a sweat from all that performing in the striking heat.
Trixie applied some pressure to her mountainous belly, grunting loudly as she lifted a leg and some more of her dense, frowsty methane spewed out in several moist, swampy gushes. You were hit again by the stench of her farts, seemingly worsening with each release. The horrible smell of digested veggies and potent spices made for a gag-inducing swirling mass of pure hell. "Th-that feels so wet.." Trixie slurred, effortlessly farting another few times in a chain of consecutively intensifying miasma. She had to have a hell of a lot of gas cultivating inside of her to be farting this often and this much. You had expected the gas to be a little stinkier than it was... had the potion not kicked in yet.
"Trixie feels a.. b-big one coming.." She writhed uncomfortably around on the bed, kicking her legs slightly as her tailhole twitched. You assumed your place at Trixie's 'exit', her two slightly wet buttocks swallowing your muzzle between them firmly as Trixie let rip.
The low, sputtering sound of the fart erupted around you immediately, a hot and sickly breeze winnowing your mane and stinging your eyes. Suddenly, it seemed like something.. clicked. A rumbling tsunami resounded from Trixie's belly and it was as if somepony had just loosened the valve; the fart rapidly raised in pitch and strength, pumping out of the gassy pony like steam out of a broken pipe. With each sniff you felt slightly more sick, until finally you were hit by perhaps the most nauseous, noxious odour you had ever sniffed.
Trixie gasped out loudly as she continued to let off this stomach-wrenchingly vile fart. You recoiled, gagging violently and moving away from her spewing asshole. She continued to kick her legs as the rasping wet packages of gas continued to roll out of her. The whirling, repugnant wind saturated the air in the room. Every risky sniff of the gas you took made your nostrils sting. "That's disgusting!" You cry out, covering your nostrils for your own safety and trying to shake off the insidious feeling of lightheadedness. You try to trot to the door, but something stops you.
"Did Trixie permit you to leave?" You realise a glowing blue aura around you. Oh shit. "I didn't think it'd be this bad!" The unicorn grinned maliciously, still laid on your bed lazily with the gas and.. presumably more propping her bloated belly out. She pulled you towards her with her magic, lifting the blanket and lowering you into the bed before joining you. "Don't be so silly, the show hasn't even started."
You squirm, realising your futility and starting to sweat, not just from the sheer humidity in the room. Trixie pulls the blanket over the two of you, trapping you beneath it and laughing. You remain trembling under the cover, the silence only broken by the sudden wet spluttering of Trixie releasing gas.
You do all you can and hold your breath, but eventually you begin to panic and grow desperate and draw a breath. The gas hits you hard and makes you cough -- this seems to please Trixie in some way as you can make out the sound of her giggling next to you. She farts again, the smell soon filling the gas chamber she has made. You feel instinctively sick getting such a concentrated dose of the stuff, but somehow you just can't throw up. Perhaps another spell she has cast on you.
"That potion worked very well." She says softly, ripping another wet fart into the covers and sighing sensually in partial relief. When the smell hits you again, you notice your stallionhood is.. erect. You had almost forgotten your fetish with such acrid gas, but somewhere inside you know how turned on you are. It hurts to smell, but something about Trixie's farts gets you harder than anything else. "M-more." You can tell she's startled by that one word. You're quite startled yourself. "You want.. more of Trixie's gas?" You don't reply, but somehow you can tell she's smiling broadly back at you.
The spell she has cast on you suddenly seems to weaken or cease and you find yourself in control of your body again. Light hits your eyes as the sheet is suddenly pulled, and when your focus returns you notice Trixie's large backside lowering onto your chest. Her silver tail hangs down over your head. Her two cheeks are spread across your chest, both squeezing together to form her stinky crack. You lay back, your member stiffening even more as a distinctly juicy fart ripples those voluptuous cheeks just slightly. You huff your gift of gas, clenching your teeth as you wince but sniffing away all the same. The fart is followed by two more, popping out of her like pungent firecrackers and immediately causing a thick cloud of flatus to surround you.
Suddenly Trixie's belly rumbles again and she grunts. "Trixie thinks.. she needs the bathroom." She says nervously as she lets out another couple of wet farts. She shifts herself up your chest, letting her buttocks part around your muzzle and you feel it make contact with her fleshy pucker. "Open wide~"
You open your mouth, your tongue pressing out against Trixie as she continues to void another stream of hot gas down your throat. You hold back every instinct to gag and cough, and lightly lick her ring of muscle as it begins to poke out and open a little, letting a silent few puffs of air out over your tongue. "Hnng. Hnnnng." She starts gasping and grunting, her tailhole winking a little with each effort. Eventually you are greeted with something brown and shiny poking out from her protruding sphincter. With another little amount of effort from Trixie the waste slowly slithers out of her, growing fatter as it slides wetly over your tongue.
The immediate taste is strong and spicy like onions, but still bitter as you'd expect. She pinches off your first treat, letting it fall over the length of your tongue. You chew, slowly and cautiously at first but soon begin to eat your meal more passionately and sensually, moaning into your mouth as the rich flavour explodes. A shiver runs down your spine as you swallow and feel the hot waste travel down your gullet. You pleadingly open your mouth for more, and Trixie delivers with a soft coo. You suck on the snake of shit as it emerges, feeling its soft and lumpy texture pass over your lips. Your tongue is again greeted with the piquant flavour of her fat loaf as you suckle on the discharging excrement with a wet slurp, breaking it off with your teeth and spreading it against the roof of your mouth.
You swallow again, immediately lolling your hungry tongue and panting for more. Trixie spreads her buttocks, her sphincter widening as the girth of the log grows. You let it flow into your mouth, swallowing the same log Trixie is still working on producing. You notice that the texture and consistency becomes slightly less firm, growing into the consistency of wet mud. WIth a watery fart Trixie blows the remainder of the log out of her ass, falling with a slap onto your chin and sliding down it slowly. You slurp it up like spaghetti, leaving a brown stain on your chin as Trixie farts again quietly.
"O-Ohh~ N-no.." Trixie's asshole suddenly shoots out a few loose nuggets of wet shit, not far off the consistency of diarrhea. It splatters over your face and is followed by a short flow of runny waste. "Trixie can't... h-hold in in any longer.."
You tighten your lips around her twitching asshole and it suddenly gapes open, sending a flume of runny poop flooding into your mouth. The taste of the half-digested waste is much stronger and more bitter, but somehow you gulp it down eagerly like it's the tastiest thing in the world. She rips a few moist farts down your throat, gasping as she lets loose and the large amount of liquidly shit in her bowels comes flowing out consistently and straight down your gullet. You can't even get a breath in with the onslaught of thick, chunky diarrhea blocking your throat and soon have to turn away just so you can breathe. Trixie begins releasing wet, quacking farts between spurts of streaming fecal matter. Each fart propels little specks of shit everywhere but you try to catch as many as you can on your tongue like trying to let a snowflake land on it in winter.
You burp up a little bit of shit, your stomach not able to digest such a huge amount at once, but swallow it down again, licking away at Trixie's butthole as her waste begins to gradually become slightly more solid. A few watery logs slop out of her hole, splattering against your muzzle and followed by a long, burbling wet fart that lasts about ten seconds and lingers around your nostrils. "T-Trixie thinks that is all.." She pants, quickly contradicting herself with one last juicy explosion of both gas and a little more. You eat up the excess logs of scat and lay back, panting heavily as you feel your own stomach churning the waste inside it. To finish off your more than intimate session, you clean Trixie better than any TP ever could, by rimming her slowly, licking your stained brown teeth when her plothole is nice and clean.
She comes to join you again in bed, snuggling into your chest as she sighs long and hard; you couldn't imagine how relieved she had to be after letting as much out as she had.
"I didn't think it could get better than last night, Trixie, but you proved me wrong.." You waited for her response, but looked down to see she's fallen asleep draped over you from the sheer exhaustion.
The room was still haunted by the unmistakable smell of Trixie's fart, and you laid there sniffing the fading vestiges of gas as you slowly felt yourself drifting off to sleep.
