Throned
Written by Septia.
After the barn door's hinges creaked open the princess was forced to venture through a barrier of dilapidated air, which painted the atmosphere in the humidity of a swamp. Thumb and forefinger pinched her nose for protection. Celestia cast glances to the overturned furniture and yellow mist which hung in the room.
“Gracious, the missing-ponies reports were not ungrounded, nopony could remain here for long,” despite her nostrils clenched the regal mare felt the odour creeping over her coat. “Could it be as I feare-ooompfh.”
The princess’s investigation was interrupted by an impact sending the mare – back first – into the wall, crumbling a rotted chair into firewood under her weight.
“Fancy seat, no match for pillow.”
Celestia registered the voice moments before opening her eyes, granted a glimpse of a pink frosting hue, before she was buried in the muffin-top flabs. -Sphhdf- Padding parted at her nose and swept over over her face alike a brush to clasp around her head with an iron grip.
-Phblrbrroooofffth- Putter from the meat ahead blossomed into a bellow of flatulence, verdant smog hurled through the pit to tint her vision in spinach-green and drown her in stench of wilted vegetables. The air snaking its way through Celestia's nostrils clotted her senses. In the stink she could make out broccoli, paprika and onion, peppered to oblivion and left to stew until the concoction congealed to a bubbling miasma.
-Grrbbgrlglsh- Gurgles in boil came to rise in volume, matching her mental image of the horrific stew, the rumbles picked up through the pudge packing on, shaking her face with the howls of the colon whilst pinning her head back to the mildew dotted wood.
“Stinky stinky smell sucker.” The voice carried a gurgle, as if the speaker was simultaneously eating potatoes. -Sphfgrrrtrlt- A consecutive eruption bathed her face in fresh smog, green clouds funnelled through the crack in the flesh and siphoned through her nostrils to latch onto the previous stench glued inside of her windpipes, the odour growing pungent as if the stew had been left to rot, overwhelming Celestia's senses to the point her wings flapped with a limp to the wall and her legs retracted and snapped back out as if to kick the disturbance.
“W-wh-whaa. Ahha, is the meaning of... annf... oougl...,” with each word her lungs inflated with stank breaths dampening her insides, discouraging every attempt of communication. In tune with the gusts her mind was assaulted by grey tendrils, shackling her mind in coils of sleek vines, depriving her of focus for magic. The grasp only grew witch each moment spent in the stench.
“Urolgs. Sp-psho. S-stinky... be m-mercy-,” Celestia blabbered behind the wall of fat, interrupted by an occasional -Pbhraffth-.
Vision returned, the princess granted a moment to stare at the pink buns which just relinquished her face with an oil laced smack -Shrpllofth-. -Bgffth- A wisp of gas swirled through the rear to grace by her, leaving the curled tail waggling. All while she slumped onto her back and staring upwards.
“Aaa, did need that, Patty's turn,” one voice said as another emerged, Celestia faced with a behemoth of a pig's ass.
“Mmmf, thanks Rinds. Got full tank. So many squirm meals. Be still, fart sponge.”
“P-plhea... phea... I mean you no har-mmpffhth-.” -Spllnddnff- The rear end slammed onto her and locked her into a grind of pudge, putting a period to her pleas and smearing butt grease into her alabaster coat to ease the bottoms descent in swallowing the princess's face.
-Bfrooooofffpth- The air rung with the gale of bowel exhaust plummeting through the swine's gas-hatch. Amber mist welled down in a shower to matte the pale fur with internal moisture. Odours of forgotten cheese and tangs of gut-twisting mincemeat poured free and nestled their way down Celestia's throat, worming their way into her lungs.
“Mmpfpfwrg, mllsh. S-sho s-stinky, s-shtop is-stinky...,” Celestia whimpered and wriggled every muscle in her body, only leaving the porcine’s ham – who was currently utilizing her head a cushion – to shift and wobble with the struggle she put up underneath.
-Pbhrlllfth- -Brlrrbbrlth- Bouts of smog bubbled through the pucker who neared her face as the bottom's weight slowly gobbled her up. Soon Celestia felt her nose prodding the rim, which undulated at the touch. -Fffroooth- Humid mouthfuls of steam wisped through the rim even while the swine rested, leaking onto the butt slobbered mare.
“Mmffrrraaaa, drink my stank. All those visitors clogged and bogged up gut so much, how do they smell now?” the pig asked with a coo and packed down her pounds to compress the royalty's face upwards, nose smacking into the entrance of the ass.
Her mind was so brutalized with olfactory stimulation that she didn't register what the pig had said. With brim budding over her nose Celestia was encased in musk wafting from the sweat on the ham. -Spllsh- -Chrllsh- But the pit pursed to open and swallow around her nose, sucking up the chunk of her face around the snout and contracting, convulsing along with the piggy's grunts. The mare's face munched by the asshole above in slick gnaws that drooped butt grease and liquefied fart gas over her face. -Pbfrrhhhhtht- Flatulence puttered through the ring of bacon-fat that harnessed Celestia's nose, only streaks of fumes pluming out to caress her face, with the majority drained right into the sewage ventilation her nostrils had become. The stench rumbled so the pink buns jostled over the mare's face, and the pony herself had her spasms interrupted by the blasts and was left twitching as the raw stink barrelled through. Smog of dairy and mushrooms with a hint of boiled corn soared through her windpipes, the odour clinging to the previous globs of stank and clotting, the miasmas festering off one another to paint her nostrils ochre of their presence. -Bfrrr- The pucker trembled over her nose with a gas hiding within coming to a boil.
“Like my farts. Aaah empty my tank in my smelly pillow.”
“P-please... ahng. S-so s-stinky. S-so stinky,” Celestia pleaded to the rear, her arms shaking as she moved them in twitches, jerking them towards the ham to grab the ass off of her.
-PHFroroobbffrrrrth- Yet the burst knocked her limbs back to the ground. The dam had been broken, a reserve of stench – which had fermented through the pig's whole digestive tract – flooded free. It travelled with such force that the brim released its clutches of Celestia's nose and belched the gale of stink into her mortified expression. This flatulence itched through her nose, scraping like a rake on its journey to inflate her windpipes with stench. Celestia's eyes turned irritated by the tendrils of odour that reached her face. Yet she could not but swallow the umber fog with gullet as much as her lungs, neck protruding outwards in a dome of gas that flushed down her body like a drain pipe.
“Mmfglagh... acck, ompg,” Celestia wheezed between guzzles of the cooked smog, the moisture of the colon contorted her insides into a bog, tart and reeking of pungency from meals mulched by the bowels and warmed by the undiluted body-heat expelled by the rear. This gas latched onto the previous, what had been growing mold in her throat – which with this addition now bloomed into moss of raw stench – oozing with perspiration laden rot that sloughed through nostrils and mouth alike.
-Ffffrrth- The gas continued, Celestia's face wrinkled as the flow sautéed her in stink, while the pucker contracted, -Spprlfff...- clenching shut for a moment before the pit belched up a wet -Spplulrth- and splattered a bout of colon liquids over the mare's expression. Beads of viscous gunk clining to her fur. Her mumbles became muffled in the rear, the princess gasping, twitching, sniffing... her tongue reached to lap over the convulsing pucker without her approval. The moist muscle guided by an unseen force to expose itself to the harsh stank. Tendrils drugged her mind, the stench too much to bear.
“S-sth... s s-tinky...,” Celestia mumbled vision clogged in a haze of flesh.
“Ah yeah stinky, best fart bed, Ocnab, you got her?”
A rump compressed her into the ground, the voice was not the same, but all was ass to her senses – who's didn't matter...
-Ppfht- -Shshrkth- With some loose puffs of fog and glistening grinds the hams enveloped her, wrapping over the back of her head to haul her into the ass. Celestia's shoulders sunk into the crack, her face smothered by tons of doughy ass fat to the pucker, which in turn splayed open to crawl over her face, spitting bubbles of gas over her and giving her a glance of the abyss drenched and drooping of pure farts secluded within.
-Gbbrrflg- Everything shook, the rumbles sent the walls quivering and an auburn shock-wave squeezed out from the depths of the intestines like someone taking a hammer to a tube of toothpaste.
-PHfrffrrrttoooooogghhth- -Ploourshp-.
Her whole world revolved around her. In an instant the grasp of the rear was just an afterimage, and Celestia felt a breath of air amongst the fog, she soared out from on a tornado of gas and pickled meat stench, blasted out by the flatulence. The air around her so thick and potent of its pungency that it shaded the world in a tint of cocoa. Her crown tumbled off as she floated on the gale of fart clouds, rotating as she fell towards her destination.
-Splddft- Smack into another mound of flab to gobble her up. The rump smothered her with a fresh spout of -Bfrrffbbth-.
Celestia teared up as the saltine funk billowed, piquant claws of guff
sinking into her consciousness and amplifying the stink ravaging her already, tainting her with new odours reminiscent of a brewed carcass. Her sniffles and whimpers laid muffled under the insulating pork fat, her struggles mere twitches and wiggles.
“S-sstinky-ss, stinky... s-stinky...,” she bawled out into the ass, unable to formulate a sentence. She had devolved into the guttural dialect of the swine hole.
“Stinky smelly booty slutty,” the pig huffed and shook its rear, bobbing it along with Celestia's head enclosed within, the princess body limp as she was peppered with -Pfffrth- and -Spfbbrth-.
-Gbrbgln- The rim concaved, then bloated in front of her eyes, and with a crackling pop -Bhrllrstp- a breeze of fumes barfed up a clog of butt tar into the princess's face. Dollops of umber sludge chucked up onto her and splattered like gelato, imbuing her with the murk tart and warped sickly sweet fumes of onion and butt fudge into her, the reeking mess which the pigs bore within them and cultivated every day, each time fermenting it to a new level of sunk.
“Ammf, aa,” the pig chuckles and grinds its rear back over Celestia, “how's ma chocolate, stench sponge?” -Bbrlrlfth-.
Celestia felt the umber mire bubble and crawl down her head with the force of the gas splattering into it. Mumbles devolving into slurred cries of “Shhtinky, shftnk...,” whilst all the pigs ate between trading her around for their turn.
~ 1 ~
Patty shuffled to the outhouse in the night, sniffing in the miasma sloughing from it as she opened the door and flung up the toilet-lid with her snout.
“Ss-stinky,” Celestia said as she looked up in the middle of the seat, her body embedded in manure with a myriad shades of auburn to beige to nougat. The face and tangled hair was all that stuck up from the mound of dung, glued in the muck horizontal, just in line with the seat. In this prison she was assaulted by the rank build-up of steam and dumps contained in the bathroom. Furthermore, she was not to enjoy this brief moment of clean air for long, before the plump pair of pink buns smothered her under doughy chub, for the visitor to unload her full tank of gas right into her new butt slave. With a bubble of flatulence reeking from the rear like a chimney, Celestia was officially demoted from royalty... to throne.
