A Butt Sniffing Adventure
A Butt Sniffing Adventure
You wake up as Spike standing behind Twilight Sparkle. The pony turns to smile at you. You glance around to find you're on a bridge in the middle of Ponyville when an overwhelming feminine aroma hits you.
"Go on, Spike, smell my butt!" Twilight counsels.
"W-what?!" you gasp, secretly hoping you heard her right.
"You have to learn that mares are into their butts getting smelled a whole lot," Twilight explains, turning her head back around. "That's one reason why we give off such strong aromas, and why we have cutie marks: to draw attention to our backsides." That explains the overwhelming feminine aroma, you think. Twilight continues. "But since there aren't enough stallions around to satisfy us, I need you to help them fulfill their duty by smelling every mare butt in Ponyville. Starting with me!"
You nod, then get closer to Twilight. As you sniff her aroma, it grows stronger. Twilight backs up a little bit to push her plot against your face. It's a good thing that, as Spike, you were eye level with plot. You sniff around the cheeks, sighing happily as you do. The cheeks are softer and warmer than you could've imagined. You dig your nose into the equine tail. It's even softer than the cheeks, and the aroma is so much stronger in it. The aroma, the softness, and the warmth of Twilight is driving you crazy. You want to sniff under her tail.
As your hands start to roughly massage the plot, and you begin to rub your nose in the tail, your face hidden in it, the pony reveals her genitals to you. You gasp again. Twilight's vagina is softly clapping for you, but her ponut is leaking something. You shove your nose against the ponut to investigate it. The aroma becomes unbearable. You reel your head back to growl, and squeeze Twilight's cheeks, lustfully, then dive back to sniff the leaky ponut. Whatever it was leaking was the source of the aroma. Your nose penetrates the ponut as you give it a deep long whiff.
"Oh, Spike!" Twilight gasps with delight. "I think you're ready to do your duty, but just in case you aren't, keep smelling my butt. In fact, smell me as much as you want!"
You thrust your nose as deep inside Twilight as it would go, delighting in the pony's happy gasps. She wiggles her plot, and you move your face left, then right, along with her, while squeezing her cheeks again. She wiggles again, and this time you move against her - right, then left - and you spank the pony. Twilight moans loudly. She's probably way more into this than you are, but this is your fantasy and you don't care. You keep taking deep long whiffs, giving Twilight's ponut increasingly loud and deep inhales.
"You're like a dog back there!" Twilight snickers, her voice almost drowned out by your sniffing noise. "Such a good butt sniffer." You focus on the warm, wet, and aromatic ponut. "Mmm, you're my stink slut!"
The labels "dog," "butt sniffer," and "stink slut" make you even hornier. Now you want to sniff every mare in Equestria. Twilight rubs her plot in your face, while you vigorously rub your face back in her crack and sniff like crazy. You knead and spank her cheeks like mad too. This goes on for an hour. Once you can't sniff any longer, and your hands are sore, you reel your pony sweat-soaked face back to gasp for fresh air.
"You better get used to my aroma," Twilight says, grinning back at you. She telekinetically possesses your body. Suddenly, you're thrust back into her crack, your nose stuffed into her ponut. Twilight's cheeks close around your head with a vice grip. "It's your air from now on, Spike!"
* * *
You never do find out why you woke up as Spike, or how to go back to Earth; not that it mattered. Today Twilight wants to meet you in the plaza. Ponyville is bustling with mares, but you're just staring at their plots - your mind broken from so much butt sniffing - as you head to the plaza, threading your way through a cloud of ponies. You sniff every passing plot, shoving your face in them, and they shoving into you, while the mares come and go (seemingly oblivious to your presence). Each pony has her own overwhelming feminine aroma and own type of softness and warmth, yet every plot is fragrant, downy, and hot. The throng of mares becomes denser in the plaza, almost crushing you as you become drunk on its aromas.
You finally come to an opening in the crowd, made by a circle of Royal Guards, where the Mane Six and Royal Three just happen to be waiting for you. Princesses Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Celestia, Luna, and Cadence smile at your stupor appearance. As you approach the Princesses, Twilight meets you halfway. She turns about so you can sniff her butt, then turns around again to tell you why she wanted to meet you here with her friends.
"Spike, my friends-" You turn momentarily to the other eight, who wave at you. You wave back. "-want you to sniff their butts, as I'm sure you're aware by now. But they also want you to be their Thrones. You can manage being sat on for hours at a time, by multiple mares, right?"
You don't know if you can survive under the tail of one mare, but death by sex sounds hot, so you say Yes. Besides, facesitting is another fetish of yours, and to be sat on by so many beautiful creatures every day - and to get to sniff so many plots each day - is beyond even your wildest dreams. Twilight hugs you, happy that you're able to fulfill her friends' fantasies. She then lets you sniff her butt again, all the way home. She keeps your face deep inside her crack, her cheeks wrapped around your head.
You knead the fat cheeks happily, intoxicated by Twilight's aroma and sweat, warmth and softness. You don't mind that she broke your mind. You don't care that you belong to her ass now. You don't even remember life before becoming Ponyville's "puppy dog." Your former life was just a bump on the road compared to this eternal dream of yours. Twilight's ponut puckers up. You oblige by sticking your nose in and giving her a big whiff.
Author's Note
This is my first fic, so be gentle with me.
