Fluttershy has captured you, and placed you in a box with your face under a toilet seat...
Fluttershy has captured you, and placed you in a box with your face under a toilet seat...
She intends to make you her fart slave, a cruel action she's truly quite embarrassed about going through with. Still, even the shyest and sweetest of mares can be in need of a fart slave if they're sadistic enough.
You wake up in complete darkness. Your head hurts like hell, and you can't move. Your body has been restrained. You start to panic and struggle but to no avail. You can't move an inch, you can't even turn your head, as what appears to be two leather-covered bars are holding your head in place, facing upwards. Your heart is pumping, and you scream in fear and claustrophobia.
Apparently, your noisiness has been heard. You hear hoofsteps approaching. You are numb with fear. Suddenly a circular source of blinding light appears above you. It takes you a moment to figure out that a lid has just been opened above your face, and that the blinding light is just the general lighting of a well lid room.
Above you, stands a yellow mare, looking down at you. She looks concerned, and she's blushing.
"Are... Are you hurt?" She asks.
"I heard you shout, are your bindings too tight, are they blocking your blood circulation?" She looks really concerned for you, despite not offering to help you out. Was she your captor?
"I'm not hurt." You foolishly explain under your staggering breath. "But... I'm stuck. Please help me out of here, I don't want to be here." You have started to cry.
She looks ashamed.
"I see you might need some time to accept your new life, understandably. So I'll just leave you to your thoughts for a while. I'll leave the lid open if it helps your claustrophobia. " With those frightening words, she leaves. You cry and cry. You cry until you don't have a tear left in your body. Why would she do this to you? You didn't even know her.
Several painful hours later, she appears again. The room has gotten darker, it must be getting late.
"Please, miss, I haven't done anything wrong. I don't even know you. I don't want to be here, would you please allow me to leave. I'll give you money if you want."
She looks somewhat embarrassed, but she's biting her lip.
"My name is... Fluttershy... And I don't want money. I want something else from you."
"What is it, I'll do anything if you let me go, Fluttershy."
Her ears are hanging in shame, she looks away from you.
"I... I'm... Not going to let you go." She whispers so quietly that you almost can't hear her.
You can't believe what you're (Almost not) hearing.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I... I'm usually known to be pretty kind, and some of the time, I'll be kind to you too."
She smiles at you. Like that was supposed to make you feel better.
Sometimes?.." You repeat.
She goes back to looking down in shame.
"I did capture you for... You could say, sinister reasons."
The fear within you is rising.
"What... Sinister... Reasons?"
She sighs.
"I don't really know how to say this. It's really embarrassing, but I guess since you will be the victim, I kinda have to."
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"You're going to be my fart slave, and I'll force you to smell my farts."
Her face turns completely red. She keeps her eyes closed, and holds her breath, while she awaits your reaction.
You don't know what to say...
"Why would you do something like that to me. Forcing me to do something as unpleasant as that, that's torture! Why do you want to torture me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Nothing. I've got nothing against you. I'm sure you were a lovely person." She seems rather shocked at your response, her eyes are big and her face is even redder than before.
"But... I'm still going to make you my fart slave, because I want you to sniff my farts. I want it to be torture. I want you to choke and cough on my fart stench. I guess... I'm a bit of a sadist, and as a sadist with a fart-fetish, I need a fart slave. And I'm sorry on your behalf, but I chose you. It could have been anypony, but then I saw you, a real human come into town, and I knew it was going to be you. I've always loved non-pony creatures, you things are my affinity, and you... Are also my fart slave now. I'm Sorry."
She sighs In both relief, embarrassment, and pleasure.
You have no response. You just lay there, looking at her. After looking to the side for a while in utter embarrassment, she turns her attention to you. You gaze into each other's eyes.
She puts her hoof on the top of the lid.
"The next time I open this lid, it's going to get stinky down there."
She closes it, and leaves you in the dark, to contemplate your new life as her fart slave.
You wake up from your slumber when the lid opens up the very next morning. A plethora of birds are all singing outside, and the morning sunlight through the windows are bathing the room in a pleasant lighting, though it's still much too bright for you to handle.
Above you stands fluttershy, looking down at you. She's holding a whip in her mouth. She's wearing black stockings, and a short, black skirt to match. This really was a fetish for her.
"Don't look at me like that." She says, dropping her whip in the process.
"I'm going to fart on you, now!"
She sounds pretty confident, much to your surprise.
"It's going to be very stinky... B-But not that stinky. I don't want to be too harsh on you, so I haven't eaten anything bad at all. They might be... Somewhat mild, really... Bu-bu-but, still! My farts are always stinky, even the milder ones. I'm just a very stinky mare overall actually! A haven't showered in days to make sure my asscrack was nice and smelly for you as well! But only two days, as I don't want you to be overwhelmed at first... Still! It stinks down there, got it?"
She's so bad at this it almost baffles you...
She turns around and lifts up her skirt with her tail. You get your first look at her ass. It's a bit larger than you expected, she's clearly quite a curvy mare. Looking rather fit from the front, perhaps with just the slightest hit of a belly, she seems to have put all her fat in the right places. She's wearing white panties, so you can't really evaluate her "torture instruments" for now.
"If you don't sniff it, I'll punish you, got it!? I won't be too harsh though."
She sits down. Her ass pretty much exactly fills out the leather seat, blocking away the light, and making your torture chamber air-tight. She separates her legs, letting the light inside and allowing her to look in. She's about 20 centimeters above your face. She looks at you with her red face and wide open eyes.
"I should probably lift your face up a bit, so you can smell my ass a bit before... I start... farting."
She leans to her left and you hear some sort of mechanism being activated, you feel your upper body being lifted, you face always being kept horizontally. Soon, your nostrils are ever so slightly touching the fabric of her underwear.
"Sn... Sniff it!"
You inhale. The air you breath is tainted with her ass-musk. It smells earthy, dirty and sweaty. You will admit she was right, it stinks down there. It's not horrible torture to smell. It's mostly just unpleasant, but it's unpleasant enough for you to make a rather dissatisfied sound as you smell her buttcrack.
You can hear Fluttershy huffing and panting above you. She's loving this.
"Tha-tha-that's right! You better smell my asshole, oh my... K-k-keep sniffing it, or I'll, I'll, I'll. Just sniff it okay."
Your nose is only millimeters away from the unwashed anus, hiding behind the thin layer of fabric. Suddenly she rises.
She wiggles her butt, and scooches her tail around, she works the panties off of her body, revealing to you her bare ass. Her yellowish anus is not visible filthy, outside of what's to be expected from a butthole. Her vagina is rather large, but it looks very tight. She's probably a virgin. Wouldn't surprise you since she's so shy.
She picks up her panties from the floor, turns around and holds them up to your face.
"Open your mouth." She says.
You do as you're told, and she slides her used underwear into it, making sure her ass-part is on your tongue. She's probably only worn them this morning, so they are not that dirty. Still, the faint taste of musky butthole is something you could've been without.
She lowers your face down into the box a bit again. Then she sits her bare butt down on top of you. She spreads her legs and looks down at you over her thick cunt. She looks quite embarrassed. Her snout is bright red, and she looks at you in pity.
"Brace yourself. It's about to get very stinky down there. I really meant what I said when I told you I didn't make them stinky on purpose, my farts are just naturally this bad."
She closes her legs, leaving you in darkness. You can't see a thing. You hear her utter an adorable little tensing noise.
A moment later, she farts.
A long silent fart escapes her anus. The hot, smelly air blows across your face and fills your tiny chamber with her fart stench. It's so stinky that as you take your first breath of it, you gag into her panties. It smells horrible. THIS was mild to her?
It's like rotten boiled cabbage, being blown your way by a fan. Sniffing her ass was bad, sniffing her fart was unbearable. You wiggle and moan. You're tearing up.
Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Another thick fart cloud, equally as stinky as the last reinforces the smell in your torture chamber, and it's immediately followed by a third, a fourth and a fifth filthy cloud of her stinky ass gas. The humidity rises. The air you breath might as well be green now, there's probably more fart than oxygen in it.
You can hear her tense up, pushing hard.
BRRRRRRRRRTHHHHHH
A thick, stinky fart erupts suddenly out of her backside. It hits your face like a punch made of air. It's tangier than it's predecessors.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTHHHHHHHHHHHHH
It's soooo stinky.
The farting slows down. Eventually, with just a tiny puff of her foul air, it stops. She sits on top of you, keeping the farts from leaving the chamber and forcing you to keep smelling their lingering stench. After a while, she spreads her legs to check on you. You notice the dark yellow-brownish cloud of gas hanging in the air around you. Her farts are so bad they can be seen by the naked eye. She looks aroused, worried and ashamed at the same time.
"Were they... Bad?"
You have a pair of her panties in your mouth and can't tell her how horrible they were and still are from where you're laying, but the bit of gas that leaks out from between her legs, making her cough and close them again, should answer her own question.
She gets up and quickly closes the lid, trapping you with the smell.
"I bet you can still smell that when I come back with the next batch of farts. I'm going to try to make them stinkier now, understand? I'm going to stink you up so much you'll forget what pleasant means."
With those words of confidence, she leaves you to bath in the fart stench until she returns.
You've been smelling her farts for hours now. The thick cloud of her stinky gas has been dwindling away the entire time, and it's now just like being in the same room as someone who farted far away from you. It's bearable.
Suddenly, light. The lid is open and Fluttershy's ass fills your vision. The light turns back to darkness as she sits down. She spreads her legs and looks down at you. She looks a bit concerned.
"Are you... Ummm, Okay?"
You still have the panties in your mouth, so you can't answer really give a good answer.
Instead, you just utter a pretty pathetic "Mmmhh." She looks relieved, like she was afraid you had died or something. Slowly, her concerned expression turns devious. She smiles at you with an ever so evil grin.
"Are you ready for it to get much, much stinkier, you pathetic little fart sniffer? I'll never let you out of here. You're just a place for me to fart, now."
You break down into tears, moaning and crying as you realize this is actually your life now.
Your sudden breakdown takes Fluttershy out of character.
"I- I mean. I'm.... Oh dear. Just because I'll never let you go, doesn't mean that I won't let you have enjoyable moments every now and again. You'll just, never, be able to see anypony you care about again."
She looks sad for a moment, but she's quickly taken out of that as well as her stomach growls loudly. She quickly closes her legs.
"These farts might be hard to handle, so breath carefully."
A moment after she says that, your face is showered in a bassy torrent of her ass air. Her gas feels humid and warm as it blows across your face.
The moment you take even the tiniest sniff of that deadly cloud, you almost throw up in your mouth. It stinks...
It's much, much worse than her previous ones. It smells like rotten eggs, it's tangy and incredibly potent.
She farts again, raising the potency of the harsh smell.
"These are some of my favorite farts. I really like the egginess of them, I think they're really stinky, and they keep stinking for a long time, so when I close the lid, you'll probably be smelling them for quite a while. I will give you these a lot, so try to get used to them."
Brrrrrrrppppthffffffff
Her sulphuric anus bathes you in another green cloud rotten egg stench.
You cry and wiggle, as you're forced to inhale the deadly gas.
She farts again and again, constantly adding to the already seizure inducing stench in your toilet chamber.
The thick cloud keeps getting thicker, and thicker. Fouler, and fouler. It's so stinky now that you are afraid that you really are going to throw up.
"I know how much it stinks, but just keep sniffing it like a good fart slave, and I'll make it even stinkier for you."
Bbrrrrethhppppffffffff
BRRRRRRRRRthhhhhhhhhhffffff
Brthhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffff
It's too much to handle. You throw up a little in your mouth.
Her farting stops. She keeps sitting on top of you, letting you soak in the rotten stench. After couple of minutes she rises and quickly closes the lid, retrapping you with the hot, disgusting cloud of fart gas.
Hours later, and you're still gagging on the vile gas cloud. It just won't dissipate. You're crying and gagging the entire time. You've almost forgotten how air that isn't filled qwith extra stinky, rotten, eggy fart gas smells.
You're reminded for just a fraction of a second as the lid opens. But then Fluttershy's ass traps you with the smell again.
BRRRRRRRRRRTTTHHHH
She farts into your torture chamber, increasing the already potent stench even further. You moan as you smell her new gas cloud combine with the old. It's still like foul rotten eggs, but it has a fecal aftersmell.
She farts again, and then again and again.
"Smell that, fart slave!"
What does she think you're doing down here? Having a tea party?
BRRRRRRRRRRrthhhhhhhh
BRRRRRRrrrrrthhhhhhhh
BrRRrRrRrRRRRRrrrrrtThHhhhhhhhh
You throw up in your mouth a little, for the second time today.
She rises and closes the lid. You are forced to lay there in the total darkness, inhaling her stinky cloud of rotten farts. This is fart torture.
No more than ten short, smelly minutes later, she's back.
The lid opens and you see Fluttershy taken aback by the horrible stench oozing out of your fart prison.
"Oh my... Are they that bad?"
They were.
She carefully learns in over you, (front first for once). She's holding her breath and turning her face to the side. She shoves her front hooves into your chamber and pulls the panties out of your mouth.
You heave for air through your mouth as soon as you're able to. It tastes strongly like her farts, and you gag and cough with every gasp of air you greedily inhale.
A moment later, Fluttershy stuffs something else into your mouth, you are taken aback for a moment, as the thing forcefully goes passed your teeth. It appears to be a ring gag. Your mouth is forced open.
Looking down at you, all pathetic, gagged and bathed in farts, Fluttershy's expression turns devious.
"I hope you like the taste of rotten eggs, you fart sniffing fuck! I'm about to fill your mouth up!"
You hear a mechanism activate. You feel yourself surfacing again. You're filled with fear. Fluttershy sits down on your face.
She's turned the opposite way as what she usually is, her cunt is pressed against your nose. It smells a bit like rotten sugar and fish. It's a lot stinkier than her ass was yesterday. Her cunt stench quickly mixes with the fart cloud, resulting in a sweet, rotten, eggy, fishy, horrible smell.
She scooches around slightly. Adjusting herself so that her asshole is placed right above your open mouth, smushing her thick pussy around on your nose in the process.
You look into each other's eyes, your's red and teary, and her's, wide and curious.
"Does it... Does my, you know... Does it stink? Blink twice if my, my... If my marehood is stinky."
You blink twice. Her breathing gets faster. She's turned on.
"Eat my ass air!!"
The moment she says this, a torrent of foul-tasting farts erupt into your mouth, burning your tastebuds with their rotten taste.
Stinky fluttercunt and foul tasting flutterfarts. This torture is horrible. You gag at her horrible, eggy gas, and you snort at her smelly maresnatch. Her gas starts to leak into your lungs and stomach. Your being filled with her intestinal essence. She's drowning you with her farts. You cry, moan and struggle, looking into her blushing face with a pleading expression. You would do anything for this to end, but it didn't.
It got worse. Her pussy was getting wet, making it difficult to breathe, and her farts... Well, they were getting wet as well.
Brthhhththsthtshthstshsthhhhtsttshshshsssshhh.
"Oh my."
Fluttershy's already red cheeks, turn even rosier.
The taste of rotten eggs and spoiled cabbage was reinforced by the faint taste of poop.
Your crying and struggling increases. She continues to gas you.
Brththththhshthhhhshhsbrtshthhhsh
BRRTHTHTHSTHSTHSTHSHHSHSHTSHHSHSHHHHH
That last fart sprayed your tongue with anal fluid.
"Oh my Celestia!!"
You look into each other's eyes. She looks both very embarrassed, and very turned on. Her eyes ask you to suffer more for her. Your eyes only ask for mercy. She finally gives in to your silent request.
She rises, puts a cork into the ring gag to keep her gas in your mouth, and to make you breathe with your nose. Then she sits down again and baths your face in her moist farts to make sure it was still stinky in your chamber. Then she gets up, lowers your face into the box, closes the lid and walks away, leaving you alone to suffer in the smell and taste of her farts.
As you lie, completely incapacitated, breathing in, and tasting her ever-present cloud of stinky ass-gas, you slowly begin to finally, and truly accept your new lot in life, as her toy.
If you weren't the one lying here, sniffing up her farts, it would have been another innocent creature.
Someone had to suffer for her, and it just happened to end up being you. This was your destiny. She chose you because she loved humans, and you could at least find a tiny bit of pride in that.
You began to overcome the lightheadedness and mild nausea her vapors brought upon you, and even though it was incredibly stinky, you began to inhale it harder. You began to move your tongue around in your mouth as to better taste the traces of tangy gas still trapped behind your gag.
You started to embrace your torment, suffering and enjoying it at the same time. Hating it, but also loving it.
"I'll have to spend my life as her fart-slave." You thought to yourself. "All I can do now, to make something of my time in this world, is to make sure I'm a good one."
Suddenly the lid opens, and Fluttershy quickly spins around and sits down on top of you, making sure as little of the fart cloud already present in your chamber could escape from it.
When the initial startle of her abrupt appearance dies down after a short second, you slowly, almost instinctively begin to stretch your face upwards to get as close to her plot as possible. And while the leather bars holding your face in place did not allow you to turn your face to the side, and the surface you were lying on prevented you from retrieving further back into your torture chamber, there was nothing preventing you from reaching her soft, fluffy backside, and passionately press your nose against her musky anus, awaiting more stinky torture.
She clenches her butt in surprise as she feels the unexpected touch against her rump.
"O-oh." She stutters silently.
She closes her eyes in euphoria, and lets her tush relax again. You feel her hardened buns around your cheeks go soft once more, as her smelly butthole sits itself back down upon your awaiting nose.
She's just about to command you to smell it, but you're ahead of her order, as you greedily inhale her musky plot scent as vigorously as you can. The stench of ass and lingering farts combine. It's horrible, but you sniff with all your might regardless of how much it stinks.
She's panting and keeps momentarily clinching her ass, lifting her anus off of your nose for a short second before planting it back down, smearing the outer layer of ass-musk on your nostrils.
Then it happens. The sensation you're been waiting for. Her asshole opens lightly, and a flurry of fresh, stinky farts erupts out of it, one after another, adding to your collection of fluttergas.
The potency of her new farts, made you gag. They were like an extremely foul batch of tangy boiled cabbage rotting away in the desert sun.
Compared to her old gas, that had slowly been dissipating, these were at the height of their potency and therefore much more powerful.
You sniffed her foul gas straight out of her asshole. The moment she farted, you snorted it in like coke, and you kept doing it with each successive gassy eruption.
You felt her marejuices start to dribble from her cunt down on your gagged mouth, and amids your pleasurable suffering, you caught a meek hint of her sexual scent.
She could feel your powerfull sniffs right against her tight sphincter, and it turned her on so much she was dripping on you.
If you could only move your face, you could rub your nose against her ass to please her even more... And if only the cork in your ring gag was removed she could drip her marejuices into your mouth forcing you to taste and drink it. You wanted to struggle free of your bindings so you could embrace your suffering even more, but you did not dare to belittle her restrains by trying to get your head free, or push the cork out with your tongue.
She had put you in the position she wanted you to be in, and as her fart-slave, that was completely up to her, and you were in no position to question her authority.
After minutes of gassing you, she lets up, but you keep smelling her butt like your life depended on it, and she keeps sitting on you.
"Fart slave?" She suddenly utters amongst her many pants.
"I'm- I'm going to remove your restraints now, so you better not try anything stupid."
She stands up. Her cloud of deadly gas slowly oozes out of your damp prison. There is a sticky string of mere-sauce going from your gag back up to her pussy.
"We- We're going into my bedroom now, so-so, just comply and follow, okay..."
It feels weird to stand upright once again, and taking even a single step after being restrained for so long feels difficult.
You stagger as you're walking. Your feet are still chained together and your hands are cuffed behind your back.
You're still gagged, and even though Fluttershy's nasty fart scent is still clinging to your nostrils, the air you breath is fresh and fart-free, and every breath you take feels heavenly.
Your torturer is pulling you after her, with a leash going from the dock of her floundering tail, back up to your neck.
You look at her plump, yellow asscheeks, bouncing up and down as she walks. Her pussy is still as moist as the mouth farts she made you endure earlier.
The fresh air is bliss to you. Yet, somehow, even though you're finally free from the constant stench, you find yourself looking forward to your next hot, nasty faceful of foul fluttergas.
Just a moment later, you find yourself being dragged into her bedroom by your leash. Her bed is filled with stuffed animal plushies. It looks comfy.
She trots over to it, and sits down by her bedside. She puts one of her hind hooves onto your leash, and puts pressure on it, forcing you to your knees.
As you kneel for her, your face is aligned with her hot, glistening, and very, very smelly vagina.
The sweet, fishy stench of her moist mere-cunt fills your lungs, putting an abrupt and utter end to the blissful scent of fresh air you were just enjoying.
you feel her hoof on the back of your head. She pushes you towards her nasty snatch.
Human face soon meets pony pussy.
You accept your new position and inhale deeply and passionately, making sure you're smelling the sweet stench and much as possible.
Her grip tightens, and her breathing gets heavy.
You turn your eyes as far upwards as they were allowed to in your pussy-sniffing position, and you meet fluttershy's embarrassed yet excited gaze. You look into each other's eyes for a moment, while you're still greedily taking in her powerful mare-stench. She bites her lips and her look turns dominant.
She spreads her legs further apart and places even more pressure on the hoof at the back on your head. You brace yourself as you feel your nose being inserted between fluttershy's tight pussy walls.
Then, as your nose is completely submerged in moist mare-meet, she closes her legs around your head, locking you in place.
For two and a half hours, the two of you sit in this position.
It's even stinkier on the inside, and it's hard to breathe in your tight cunt-chamber, but the entire time, you don't struggle. There was a moment here and there where you were close to, but you didn't...
You sat for two and a half hours, obediently sniffing your owner's privates.
You were practically drowning in pussy-juice when she finally pulled you out of her snatch and let you catch your breath before your next torture, that her growling stomach was already hinting at.
Upon tying your leash to her bed, Fluttershy gets up and trots over to her drawer.
You sit, still forced to smell her cunt juice that's smeared across your nose.
A minute later she returns to torture you some more.
You look up at your owner as she approaches.
She's standing on her hind hooves, as she's securing the final buckle of a leather and latex device she's put on.
It consists of a belt placed across her waist, and another four, smaller belts going around her thighs and butt cheeks, holding in place a piece of latex clothing, that engulfed and covered her pussy and ass. It looked completely airtight.
She grabs your face and removes your gag.
Surprised, you start gasping for air through your unrestrained mouth.
"Y-You better enjoy that fresh air while it lasts you - you - you... uh... CUNT SNIFFING, FART FACE, SLAVE LOSER!"
Her insults are surely improving.
She starts to pant, and bite her lip again, savoring the moment before she turns around, revealing the part of her outfit that both makes you gulp in fear, but also get excited.
Right between her ass cheeks, the latex panties were open, leaving her dirty little anus exposed. Along the sides of this ass crack opening ran zipper lines, and in her tail, she held an additional patch of latex that could be zipped onto her outfit, and a patch with a collar for your neck at the bottom.
It surprised you she had this, as it was very clearly made to have a human face strapped to her rump, whereas her fart-chamber could hold almost any creature that could fit in size.
"Time for a little game, Snatch Huffer."
She leans back, and once again you don't struggle, as she places her cute flutter-butt in your face.
You feel yourself being pushed into her ass fur as she zips the latex tight around the back on your head, trapping you in an even smaller and more air-tight fart chamber than your previous one.
Your nose flattens against her uncleaned asshole as she finishes zipping up the fart-suit.
With her fart slave firmly locked in place, she leans forwards, enjoying her position, and causing the latex to tighten and press your face even further into her ass.
Slowly, she gets into squatting position, gradually increasing the pressure between buttcrack and slave-face. She stops only as her thighs connect with the sides of her body, physically preventing her from bracing her tush any further. At this point, you head feels like a pancake, and it is impossible to breathe in the tight suit, not only due to having your nose and mouth shoved flat against her plot, but more so due to there being absolutely no air inside of there.
You moan in (dis)pleasure and fear of choking to death in her ass. She feels your moans, as they vibrate her backside and neither regions. She's euphoric.
Her stomach growls again, and she tenses.
"Pant* Here, Pant* Here's how this game works, Pant* You get a breath, Pant* whenever I fart. You won't die, Pant* as long as I keep farting, Pant* all over your stupid little slave face!"
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrthhth
You inhale desperately as she gives you a breath of intestinal air.
And right as you finish up her stinky poot, you're left waiting for your next life-saving sniff of flutter fart.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtrthhhththhh Pfff
You moan as you huff up your second life-line, overwhelmed by its potency.
BrrrrTHhhhhBrthhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrbrrrthhhh
You find it hard not to struggle in this powerful malodor, when your life is on the line, but you manage to keep your composure, and stay still in your bindings. Wasting energy on moving would just make it harder to survive.
BBBBBBRRRRRRRTHHHHHHHHHHHHTHHH
She blasts your face with a massive stink bomb, puffing up the fart suit with her flatulence, giving you air for multiple breaths with her massive, rotten cloud of cloyent flutter fart.
For once, being hit by a massive face fart, was a good thing, and even though you're nauseated and feel like puking, you huff up her stinker without reluctance, whimpering audibly each time you inhale.
As your air supply starts to dwindle, your owner gladly delivers another faceful, of equal proportions, and then another, and another.
You've lost track of time by now, but you've probably been huffing up her gas for hours, and saying that you felt lightheaded was an understatement.
You feel Fluttershy moving around, getting out of her squatting position. She takes a step forward, and you follow her on your knees. You feel your head being tilted to the side as she lay down on her bed, and you get on your feet trying to follow her movement at a pace that doesn't hurt your neck.
"Good night, Fart Snorter. Hope I'm gassy enough to keep you alive until tomorrow."
With your newfound purpose for fart sniffing, you managed to keep huffing up stinker after stinker without losing hope, but eventually, after enough time had passed, spend doing nothing but smell sour, eggy, cabbagy methane, your nausea overtook your free will and you desired to escape her nasty plot, now more than ever.
You wanted to be able to stay out of your own concession, but sadly, sickness made it near impossible to take her foul scents. Luckily, your free will didn't matter, as you were tied up with no way to escape her farts. You were glad that you were bound, because if you weren't you would have disappointed your stinkstress, and that is an unforgivable crime.
Also lucky, was the fact that you were far too weak to struggle in your dazed, nauseated state.
If you could have, you would have done it out of instinct, and the extra energy needed could easily have cost you your life. There was not enough oxygen in her farts, for you to just move around all you wanted and expect to come out alive.
More importantly that your life, however, if you were to struggle, you could have woken her up. You were expendable, her sleep was important.
Your train of thought is broken by a particularly nasty stinker leaking out, giving you new air to breathe, and reminding you that fart sniffers shouldn't waste time on things such as thinking, they should just to smell stink bombs.
And you do. You breathe up the monstrosity, crying in disgust as you feel its foulness in your nostrils.
You're suffering more than you're in bliss now, but you don't care, you push through it, you deserve to suffer for your beautiful fart queen.
You sniff some more.
Eventually, her movements become sporadic, and she moans and whines in her sleep. She sounds scared, like she's having a nightmare. You want to comfort her, but that is neither possible from your current position, nor is it your place to do so. Talking to her without being asked is above you... That's for worthier beings, friends and family, to help her with.
In her fear, she wets herself a little and you feel the golden, sour liquid against your lips.
You open for her and let it leak in, the acidic feeling and sour taste increasing your torment further.
She calms down from her nightmare and it calms you a bit as well, but her calmness comes at a price.
Since she already peed a little her relaxation causes the rest to come out, and your small stink suit is filled with urine, submerging your entire face.
You're hit by panic as you can't breathe in her foul farts, your mouth and nose both filled with urine.
You hurry and drink as much of it as possible. It burns the back of your throat, and it's as sour a citrus fruit. Your stomach is disagreeing with you as you slurp your owner's strong piss, but if you were to stop, you would drown.
You were currently residing in an ocean of Fluttershy. A sea of urine enveloped all of your senses, and as much as you hated it, suffered through it, feared it, and felt degraded by it, you loved it as well.
You manage to drink enough to free your nose, just as another fart allows you a foul but lifesaving breath.
After a seemingly endless torture session with your life on the line, your princess of farts is finally awoken by the singing of birds outside. It's morning. You survived. You're alive to be tormented further. She releases you from the stink suit, and your weak head drops out onto the soft mattress alongside a bit of urine.
The smell of fresh(-ish) air, as it blows across your free face is the greatest pleasure you've ever experienced in your life. You're proud of yourself for getting through the night, you're happy for her. She got the pleasure of a whole night of stinking on you, and she got to keep her fart-slave.
You look at her meekly, trying your hardest to find words from your weak, nauseated lips.
"Thank you for the torture, my stinky queen. I deserve much worse."
Fluttershy blushes deeply upon hearing your words.
"Oh, my..."
Her cheeks are as red as they are yellow.
She looks to the side in embarrassment and shock.
"I-I'm not royalty," she whispers into her wing. "I'm just a shy sadist."
With a powerful look in your eyes, you kneel to her. Determined to tell her the truth she has yet to realize.
"Celestia is not my ruler, Luna is not my liege. Fluttershy, the shy sadist, first of her name, is my one true queen, my eternal goddess. I am her subject, her property, her pathetic fart slave. She can do whatever she wants with me, I am completely and utterly hers. She. Is. Royalty."
"Eeeep," she utters, hiding further in her wings. "I-I never asked for this. I just wanted you to suffer."
"I suffer all the time, your majesty! Your farts are hellish. Your piss is rancid. Your butthole stinks, and I hate submitting to your stinky torture..."
You lower yourself further, bowing to her completely.
"... But I can't help to want it. I can't help but getting riled up each time I'm about to smell your farts. I just can't help it. You're a queen, I'm a slave. Me suffering at your hooves is natures cause. I hate it... but I love it. I'll do anything to escape your cruelty, but it would take an army to pry me away from you."
You look up, eyes teary from your emotional exposure, and she looks out from behind her wings, her eyes blank as well... How beautiful she was.
"B-but if you just want me to suffer, I promise to do my best only hating it... I'm sorry if I've disappointed y-"
"No!" she interrupts. "Don't be sorry. I-I just need a moment. I've never viewed myself very highly. It's just weird to have someone who sniffs my farts all the time suddenly worship me."
You sit up on your knees, nodding.
"I-I understand, your majesty," you say slowly.
She smiles, still looking away from you in embarrassment.
"S-so..." she started, sounding just a tiny bit excited. "H-how much am I worth to you?" she asks quietly, sounding just as happy as she did embarrassed.
You smile back, glad she seems to be enjoying her true role at least slightly.
You think for a moment, looking like you're counting in your head before answering.
"If you took the warmth of the sun, the calmness of the moon, the beauty of all the flowers in the world, the softness of every adorable animal that ever lived, the serenity of all the stars that paints the heaven, and the overwhelming value of existence itself, and you multiply that by a trillion, all of that would be worth less than a single fart leaving your ass. Because that foul, disgusting fart was made by you, and that alone makes it a miracle above all else. As for you yourself, no concept I could ever dream of could ever come close to describing your infinite divinity."
She giggles, hiding behind her wings again. Her smile is the loveliest thing you've ever seen in your life. It makes you tear up. Your words made her smile.
"What would you do if I died?" she asks bluntly.
"I can't imagine," you say seriously. "I would definitely kill myself too. The universe would be nothing without you. Are you sure you're not immortal, though? It would be unfair if Celestia was but you weren't."
She curls up on the floor, giggling like a filly.
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me."
You bow again.
"I'm so sorry. Please punish me for my actions," you whimper.
You stay low for a few seconds before feeling her hoof on the back of your head.
"Punish, you say? You said you deserved worse, didn't you?"
You gulp.
"Make me suffer, goddess. Any way you desire is the right way."
11) Her Darkest Fantasy (scat but not really, yet)
"Well, there is one thing I've always wanted to do, but I always found it to be too evil. Even to a fart slave."
Her hoof is still on the back of your head, so you're talking into the floor as you answer, fear and excitement both welling forth as you speak.
"N-nothing is too evil, my queen. If you decide to break every bone in my body, that's your choice." You gulp. "B-but it would be nice if you didn't."
"Shut up, fart-bitch!" She announced loudly, stomping your head, face first, into the floor.
You whine in pain and she let's go of you.
You hold onto your bleeding nose as you look up at her.
"T-thank you for the pain, my queen," you stammer.
"You're very welcome, loser," she says kindly. "Now, I need to go for a shit."
You nod.
"I'll wait for you, goddess," you reassure her. "I'll be ready for whatever after you've pottied."
Her kind smile turns cruel, and you groan in fearful pleasure as she leans in.
She whispers in your ear, riling you up just by having her beautiful, non-stinky end so close to your face.
"You're coming with me, shit-slave."
Upon hearing those words, your entire world turns blurry. Everything seems fuzzy and unreal. You try to sit up, but not only have your balance been thrown off by simply hearing those words, but your owner also places a hoof on your back keeping you down in the dirt where you belong.
Your entire body bathed in sweat and shaking, you answer her, voice stuttering with fear:
"I-I'm afraid b-better b-b-bindings will be required for th-that, m-my g-goddess."
No matter how much you wanted to serve her, you couldn't possibly stay idle while she did that to you. Your cuffs were a great help, but if you weren't completely restrained your wiggling would be a great hindrance for her, and you weren't supposed to be. Torturing you, no matter how, should be easy for her.
You feel her pressure on your back increase as your goddess steps down harder on your pathetic slave back.
"We can put you back in the fart box. That's very restrictive," she suggests making sure you feel her body weight beneath her hoof.
Tears flowing down your cheeks and shivering in fear for what is to come, you nod.
"Y-yes... Then I'll h-have no way to escape your - your- your..."
You close your eyes and break down into incohesive sobbing, causing her to finish your sentence for you.
"... My nasty horse shit."
You can feel her voice oozing with dominant aggression.
"Y-yes," you whimper quietly.
She removes her hoof from your back.
"Get on your knees, shit-slut."
Slowly, you do as you're told, getting on your shaking knees.
You look at your owner. Her face is red with excitement and she's biting her bottom lip gently. She stares you down, looking as cold and uncaring as possible when on the edge of exploding in deep pleasure.
She grabs your leash with her mouth and starts walking back to the fart box.
You cry as you follow. She keeps her tail lifted high so you can look at that stinky asshole. A bodily torture device that is about to show you a whole new level of nastiness.
After what feels like hours of frightening suspense, you arrive at your old prison. You eye out the wooden coffin. It's the place where you truly deserve to be. It's the place where your goddess can do anything to your stupid slave face, including pooping on it.
She walks behind you and removes the cuffs from your hand and feet, before opening up the fart box so you can get into it.
For a moment, you're free. The thought does strike you, that you could probably overpower this timid mare. You could escape and never have to be her living toilet.
You clench your fists. How could you even think such a bad thought? She's your goddess, you're her fart sniffer, her stink-slave, her loser human toy, and soon so much more. Even thinking of going against her is a crime worthy of death. How dare you think of freedom when you're her property, the way you should be.
With newfound determination, but still frightened to your core, you crawl into the fart box and get into position with your hand and feet near the restraints.
This is it... Once she's done restraining you, you'll be adding some new titles to your collection of slave names: Toilet-Slave Shit-Slut Privy Potty-Mouth
You try not to think about, but it's impossible not to do so. You're about to eat shit, how could you not dread that.
She finishes your restraints and closes the box. There is no way back now. You're at her mercy, the way things are supposed to be. You're almost relieved you didn't try to run away. You're secured in place now, and your suffering and pleasure will be at her will.
You look up at her through the toilet seat above your face while she secures the very last restraint. The metal clamp that keeps your neck in place.
She looks very dominant. Currently, her usual state of crippling shyness and timidness is as foreign to her as being a toilet is to you. You succeeded in making her feel like the queen she is. Cruelty and dominance are to be expected from the entity that fills the universe with true glory. When you're that much better than everything else in existence, should you be expected to treat yourself as an equal to the worms that surround you? No, you should torture them! You know that you're a worm compared to her, and you deserve to suffer by her hoof... And whether you want it or not, you deserve to suffer the disgusting experience of being toilet tortured by her.
You relax, taking comfort in you knowing your place, at least.
"Are you ready to eat my droppings, loser?" she spits out in the harshest tone her soft tender voice can muster.
You gulp before letting out a long tiresome sigh.
"I am not, my queen, my goddess, but don't let that stop you. I know my place. I deserve your smelly shit. I deserve to be a toilet. I deserve to be tortured."
