Chrysalis' Revenge, Harmony's Despair

Queen Chrysalis sat on her throne, looking royal, thinking of how she would plot her revenge on the ponies that defeated her—being defeated by the very thing she needed the most to survive. How ironic.

"I've got the most devious and perfect plan." She says as she gets up, flies outside, and retrieves a potent potion, one that gives an enormous amount of gas to the user upon consumption from a nearby herb and alchemy shop inside of her hive; she returns to her throne and starts to remove the cork from the bottle and drink the glowing green potion down, all the way to the last drop.

She then hears a big rumble coming from her gut and some pressure building up in her gurgling stomach, a wicked grin forming on her face.

"I can't believe those wretched little ponies have foiled my glorious wedding, MY GLORIOUS WEDDING! The nerve of them. But I'll get them back; ooh yes, I will. Make no mistake of that!" Said Chrysalis as she cackled evilly and began her hunt for the element bearers that dared to ruin her perfect plan.

It was a hot and sunny afternoon at Sweet Apple Acres. And a familiar orange farmer pony was there doing what she always did best for her family's business and livelihood. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her hoof and said.

"Whew! Maybe later, I should take a break; that's what Twilight's been telling me to do more often. I understand that everypony, even my big brother, is looking out for my best interest, and I appreciate that. But nothing ever beats the pure inner satisfaction with a hard day's work." Applejack sighed to herself but kept on with her usual pride.

Not too far away, someone was watching her, waiting for the sun to go down the rest of the way, waiting for the farm pony to finally turn in for the day and go into the barn to lie down.

The queen ensured she wouldn't be detected by anyone while on her stakeout. "Mmm... There she is, that Applejack who hangs out with that wretched Twilight Sparkle. Memo to myself: Take care of her later but for now!"

The sun was finally going down, thus ending yet another day of apple bucking, plenty of apple trees ready to be harvested tomorrow.

"Hoo wee, it's sure getting late; I suppose now would be the best time for that break. Man, I am bushed; I'll head into my barn to rest up for a bit before heading inside."

Just what the queen wanted to hear her say, waiting for her golden opportunity to make her move, the sun finally went down completely, and Applejack started to head inside her barn to rest for a bit.

'This was so perfect,' thought the queen, wasting no more time, she finally made it to the barn's entrance; the moment she was waiting, Applejack started to dose off on some hay, lying down, face up.

This was even more perfect because the queen stood beside the sleeping farm pony on the hay bail. She had already cast a sound-proof bubble spell over the barn, just for good measure. Then she charged up a paralysis spell to keep her new (toy) where it should be, underneath her, where she belongs.

Once that is done, the farm pony's body goes stiff, unable to move, causing her to wake up.

"W-What in tarnation? Why can't I move my body?" Said Applejack in an almost panic state, her true night terror, staring her in the face with a sinister smile filled with slight anger and mostly sultry in her eyes,

"Because you foolish pony, you're under the effects of my paralysis spell, lovely, isn't it?"

"Queen Chrysalis!?! What in tarnation are you doing in my barn? Haven't you learned your lesson from last time, or was one flank kicking not enough for you?"

"SILENCE, YOU INSUFFERABLE, ORANGE PONY! I have come here for some good old-fashioned, delicious, stinky revenge." Snapped the queen, turning from angry to suggestive on the flip of a dime.

Was Applejack hearing her right? Did she say stinky revenge?

"Um... pardon the question, but what did you mean by stinky revenge?" Asked Applejack, slightly afraid of the answer.

This had only made the queen chuckle to herself as she had said.

"Fool! Isn't it obvious? I'm going to sit on your face and fart you into submission. I hope you like big, bouncy butts because mine will enjoy your face."

"N-Now, wait a minute, Chrysalis, I know we didn't start on the right hoof. But maybe you and I could put this whole thing behind us and hopefully be friends. sound good?"

"Mmm... you know what will feel good in a minute? My tushie all over your face, Applejack."

Seeing no way of escape, she was forced to stare at the queen's giant, obsidian cheeks. And she had a look of utter terror and helplessness. "So then, like what you see?"

"N-No, I don't. Please don't do this to me." Begged Applejack as the queen's ass was getting closer to her face.

"P-Please, no, don't do this. Get out of here now!" Commanded Applejack as she tried to will her body to move, but it was pointless. Chrysalis' spell was too powerful to break with her strength alone.

"Then how about I go after that adorable little munchkin Applebloom? I'll give her something to cry about."

"NO! Don't you even dare touch my little sister! Alright then, you win! But only because I'm protecting my family... mmpphhhttt." That was all the farm pony could say before the queen's massive rump had plunged Applejack's face into her sweaty, damp, dark, deep, and stinky crevice.

"That's all I wanted to hear from you, Applejack; I'll be true to my word; I'll only torture you then."

"Mmmmhhhpppppttttt... Mmmmmnnnooooo... Mmmmhhhhlllpppp... Mmmmmmm meeee... Mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa!" Screamed Applejack under the queen's rear end, flailing her head in a vain attempt to get fresh air
but failing miserably. This action only caused the poor farm pony's head to slowly sink deeper into the queen's stinky depths.

The wicked queen was now humming and cooing to herself, clearly enjoying the farm pony's (treatment) torture.

Any protests coming from Applejack were mostly muffled and absorbed by the thickness of the queen's massive hindquarters now on her face.

Now came the queen's most favorite part. Her tummy was starting to bloat, causing a loud, violent rumble around Applejack's face. And to the farmer's horror, she farted. It wasn't deafening, but what it lacked in volume, it made up for in stink.

The farmer was now moaning under the queen's mighty rump in sensual agony. The foul odor swamped her sense of smell, probably forever.

Applejack didn't know what was worse, The smell of her farts or the depth of her butt cheeks. The fart itself reeked of various kinds of cheese, especially gouda, processed beef, five types of beans, and a hint of digested veggies, the worst being cauliflower, broccoli, and whatever another ingredient that potion had that she had drank earlier that day.

The power of the first butt blast had sent Applejack into a dazed stupor, feeling nauseous, light-headed, and about ready to pass out altogether. But the queen would never allow this, and she had released a small poot in Applejack's face.—enough to snap her out of her dazed stupor.

The queen wanted to savor this moment. This fart, however, has had everything that the last one did but also a tinge of rotten eggs, onions, and spoiled dairy. This staggering odor was made worse by the sadistic queen now grinding, grounding, and smearing more and more stink on her face. She was effectively making it worse for the poor farmer pony.

Applejack was now in sulfuric hell, believing that a cave of skunks combined with a dumpster would be paradise by comparison.

It's about to get even worse as the queen begins to bounce and grind her head deeper into her rancid crevice. She releases several wet, warm, and smelly farts into the farm pony's torture, further increasing the humidity and the stink.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhhppptttt!!!" Applejack kept screaming under the queen's foul rump, unable to catch a break or even a bit of fresh air. All of which is wholly tainted with harsh stink.

The queen is now openly laughing with sadistic glee as she only plans to make this even worse for poor Applejack's nose, which, at this point, is numb and burns.

Now, the queen was preparing for her skunky finale, pressing Applejack's face so deep that her nose was starting to poke and prod at her sweaty, smelly pucker. Once inside, Applejack's eyes went wide with tormented horror. She wanted to die right then, and there it was so bad. But knowing our queen, she would never let that happen. Instead, she said.

"Well, now, Applejack, you make the best fart cushion; I could only imagine what gassing your friends must be like. Soon, I shall find out," said Chrysalis while Applejack's nose was still buried inside the queen's sour pucker.

Everything she was forced to smell has returned to hit her three to four times more potent. Now the queen was grunting; then, she blasted Applejack's face with a bombastic butt blast with all the putrescent stink of every other fart imaginable.

But with now a staggering combination of pure manure, sulfur, and, lastly, burnt rubber, this was it; Applejack couldn't take it anymore, now completely falling unconscious under the queen's almighty, skunky rump.

"Well, that was fun; maybe I'll take you with me as my trophy and royal consort, then move to the rest of your friends, taking all of them too. I think I shall do just that."

Now, finally getting up from the apple farmer's face, she used a shrinking spell to put Applejack's unconscious body into a small bottle with a couple of holes so she could breathe inside it during travel. And in her stead, she ordered one of her changelings to disguise as Applejack and take her place as the farm's new hand. Now, on her way out, she visits Rarity next!