A blink of light, just like the one that originally got you to Nightmare Moons quarters, enveloped your body, blinding you once more.

A second later, you're standing in a dark, damp cave-like room.

You hear Chrysalis' sadistic laugh nearby.

Frightened, you look around, before sprinting in a random direction in a frail attempt to escape your inevitable fart torture.

You don't get far before you feel her tail wrap around your body, capturing you on the spot.

"You're not going anywhere, fart sniffer." - She giggles, while bringing your helpless body closer to hers.

She tugs you in under her tall mare-body, and presses your face against her belly. Her stomach growls, and she makes sure you listen to it.

"You hear that? That's the sound of your stinky demise."

Suddenly, she throws you on the ground behind her, and you tumble and roll around until you hit a wall. You try to get up before she gets to you, but by the time you're even halfway on your hooves, you're already face to face with her large, dark, voluptuous, queen-ass.

She's wearing a pair of tight green panties, with a fitting biohazard symbol printed on right on top of her asshole, that's tugged away between her two massive asscheeks.

She takes a step backwards, and you can now faintly smell the sweat oozing off of her rump.

"Take off my panties." - She commands, in a tone so utterly dominant, that you don't even think twice before complying with her demands.

Her dark, dirty asshole, and damp labia is revealed as you roll her underwear down her hips and let them fall to the floor once her legs get thin enough for the fabric not to sit tightly against her mare flesh.

She steps back further, and you can now smell the powerful, nasty essence of her musky plothole, as it interrupts the already unpleasant smell of her ass sweat.

She steps off of her grounded panties and lifts them up with her tail.

"Open wide." - She commands, and once again, out of fear, you obey, and let her stuff your face with her used underwear. You can taste the filth and grime of the clothing she's forcing into your maw. She finishes off by placing a ballgag in on top of them, holding them in place and making sure you have no choice but to sniff her upcoming storm of nasty farts through your nose.

Then, she grabs your neck with her tail, and with it, she forces you the last few inches needed to have your snout pressed directly against her tight, stinky anus.

You feel the inner parts of her firm buttcheeks as they clinch around your muzzle, keeping you from turning your head away from her asshole.

Satisfied with the position she has placed you in, she licks her lips, and backs up even further, pressing the back of your head against the wall behind you, completely pinning you between the cave-wall from the back, fleshy lumps of ass on each side of your face, tail on the top of your head and around your neck, and her filthy rectum right at the front of your muzzle.

"Stinky, is it not?" - The queen asks as she begins to rock her massive plot back and forth in your face, squishing your encapsulated head around between her powerful bales of rump meat.

"I haven't had anypony lick my backside clean in months, so I'm sure its musky scent is very, very strong and potent by now."

Her steady rocking turns to a forceful wiggle before she stops.

"Perhaps I will have you give my ass a tongue shower once I've won this bet."

Even in your compliant state of fear, the overpowering, musky ass stench that her cloying queen-hole oozes into the tainted air you're forced to breathe, have you struggling to free yourself from your stinky butt-prison.

The queen laughs at your pathetic attempt at escaping her nasty ass, and gives your face another forceful wiggle to showcase how powerless you truly are, smearing her ass musk across your snout in the process.

"I haven't even farted yet, and you're already struggling like that? If a little ass sniffing can get you this panicky, I can't even imagine what my gas will do to you."

She clinches her buttcheeks, tightening the grasp around your face even more.

"Hnnngg. Let's find out, shall we."

You feel her plothole press outwards against your nostrils, and a moment later it retrieves back with a hissing sound, and the dreadful feeling of hot air blowing across your entire face.

The moment you catch a whiff of her deadly cloud of ass gas, you're put to tears by its overwhelming repulsiveness. You whimper out loudly in disgust as her fart's potency overtakes and torments your senses.

It's cabbagy and cloyent, with a stark aftersmell of rot, and you're forced to breath it in at point blank range.

The queen laughs sadistically at your misery, before letting out a second rotten emission of equal potency.

You sieze your struggling as her foul farts make you too lightheaded to continue putting up a fight.

"Ahhhhh. This is just a warm-up, fart face. Just you wait for the real stinkers!"

She lets out another hissing stink bomb, letting you shower in her increasingly sour fart smell.

"Ahhhhh. And i have you for five hours! Hnnnngg."

Pffffffffffff hsssssssssss

"Ahh. Come to think of it, I think I 'forgot' to start the timer. Okay, five hours, starting..."

BRRRRTHH!

BRRrth! BRRRth!

BBRRPPPTTHHBTHRRRTHH! BRRRTTHHHHHH!!

She interrupts her sentence with a faceful of loud, braying eruptions, blasting your face with her stinky farts.

"...Now."

The new addition of ass gas she cheated in, before officially starting your torture session, has your senses completely outmatched and you're gagging and coughing into her panties in your mouth. These farts are so unbelievably stinky that you can feel their potency prickling like tiny needles in your eyes.

She gasses you again, and then again, each new deadly addition reeking more than the previous.

After a couple of short, stinky minutes, she steps forward and lets you fall to the ground, still gagging due to her filthy fart cloud.

"Enough foreplay, let's get to the real stinkiness."

She grabs your neck with her tail, and drags you across the floor. You're far too weak from inhaling her vapors to fight back, as she takes you to her tall, black throne.

She drops you on the ground once again, and you curl into a ball.

Then, she opens a lid in the seat, and you watch in horror as she pulls out the skeleton of another pony and drops it next to you.

She looks down at you, snake tongue hanging freely out of her sadistic grin.

"Now, the real suffering can begin."

...

You're placed in the chamber beneath her throne, with your face right underneath the open lid, which opening is shaped like a sideways 8. It's made to exactly fit the queen's huge ass. You are completely restrained and can't even turn your head. There is a wall of latex going across your neck, separating your face and body into two separate rooms.

The queen looks down at you once again.

"Are you ready for 4 hours and 52 minutes of uninterrupted face farting?"

You whimper and cry as she sits down, her ass fitting perfectly into the opening, making the seal between ass and seat airtight, and leaving you in complete, blinding darkness.

But the awful stench and humidity reveal that her plothole is resting mere millimeters above your snout.

"The biggest issue with fart torture is that they only really stink for a short while. Now, that's not a real issue for someone as gassy as me, but it still annoys me. But down there, in my Gas-Chamber, where there is absolutely nowhere for the fart-cloud to evaporate, they will keep on reeking for hours, even days if they're potent enough. And as I keep on farting, it will only get stinkier and stinkier, and their different kinds of stench will mix and combine, for an even more horrible fart sniffing experience."

You hear the sound of bags and a bottle of soda being opened above you.

"There we go, I have my gassy snacks to keep me fueled, and a couple of movies to enjoy while gassing you. Guess where all set... Hnnng!"

She let's rip, and she doesn't hold back.

Loud, stinky blast, upon loud, stinky blast.

Her foul emissions seem unending, and each new fart adds additional stinkiness.

Half an hour into the torture, she unleashes a long hissing cloud of deadly ass air. It reeks beyond all belief of foul, rotten eggs, and you feel like choking on the repulsive new fart-stech, right as she showers your face with another sylphuric SBD.

Her fart stench has changed from cabbagy to eggy, and as more and more rotten gas fills your chamber with the new smell, the two scents combine into a cloyent, unbelievably foul, beyond deadly, revenues, malodor.

The stench is unbearable and you haven't even suffered through a quarter of this stink-based torment.

Her sweaty ass is constantly emitting moisture, making the horrible air you breath damp like a showerhall. And as your tiny chamber gets warmer, her plump ass gets sweatier, and soon droplets of her salty butt sweat are dripping onto your face.

Time passes slowly, and after what feels like a smelly eternity has passed, you are suddenly blinded by light, as your cruel Queen rises from your face.

As she lifts up her queenly ass from its seat, she creates a magical green membrane to cover off the top of the gas-chamber like film, ensuring that her fart storm doesn't leak out, keeping it as smelly as possible.

She looks down at you with a devious smile.

"Now that I've made it nice and stinky for you, I think it's time for you to taste my gas as well."

You feel your gag being removed with magic, and her panties leave your mouth. You instinctively breath through it as soon as possible, causing you to gag at the horrible gassy taste the fart cloud leaves in your mouth as you do.

You watch in horror as your fart-queen inserts a metal tube into your open mouth before sitting back down in you, with her bare asshole resting at the opposite end of said tube.

"I'll be sure to have you taste my scat once I win this little bet, for now though, you'll just eat my farts."

With those words of disencouragement, she gasses you straight into your open mouth. And you're forced to both sniff her nasty gas with your nose and taste it with your tongue simultaneously.

The stench, at this point, had turned so potent that you could no longer sense anything but it's unbearable, veggie, rotten, eggy, putrid foulness, but now you could taste it as well.

You're whimpering, crying and gagging at your cruel, smelly torment, making your Queen giggle.

"Suffer my Stinky Gas!! HA!"

She uses magic to keep you from passing out due to the horrid air quality, as continues to torture you like this until her 5 hours used up completely.

"Looks like our session is over, Ass Slave. Guess it's time to..."'

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrth

Brrrrrthhhhhh

Brthhhh

"...Let you..."

Brrrrth

Brrrrrrrrrrrthh

Brrrrrrrth

"...Out..."

" Ahhhhh. - I'll be sure to not let any of this stinkiness out of this here chamber, while you're at Moonie's mercy, so it will still be nice and foul when I get you back here again." - She proclaims in sadistic bliss.

"Now take your last torturous sniff of my brand, and I'll send you off to eat shit..."

Author's Note

Who won?

Feel free to tell me who won in the comments (or on mail, if you wish for your username to be anonymous on fetishy things.)

Winner gets at least one more chapter where she gets to do whatever she wants with you.

(There is no time limit on this, as I don't yet know when I'm going to continue this story.)