You cry and cough, as she rises and removes the soaked cloth, the green membrane instantly appearing above you, to keep any farts from leaking out.

You look into each other's eyes, you, with a look tainted by disgust and fear, and her with an evil smile painted on her lush, black-green lips.

She removes your current gag.

"Open your mouth, fart slave. I'm going to feed you with shit now."

Reluctantly, you do as you're told, and another gag, a ring-gag this time, appears in your mouth, to keep it that way.

Your curvy owner turns around once more and slowly sits down, once again trapping you in complete darkness beneath her massive, smelly, royal ass.

She makes sure her queen anus is aligned with your pried open mouth so that she can take her dump without missing its target.

She shits.

What she calls solid, turns out to be a thick, nasty paste of creamy crap that sloppily expels out of her torturous anus, filling your open mouth with the bitter taste of her sickening muck.

She sighs in relief as well as sadistic glee as she feeds you her mushy waste.

Between lumps of semi-solid ass-filth, thick, ever stinky farts escape as well, adding to the scent in your stink chamber.

The magic that keeps you from passing out must be strong at this point, because there is no way anypony could stay awake under these conditions.

You close your eyes, wishing for the sweet relief of unconsciousness... or death.

You're granted the opposite of relief as she, under heavy panting and cruel chuckling, delivers the motherload.

A thick, girthy, actually-solid, log of foul scat, equal in size to the combined amount of every sloppy portion of butt-fudge she had given you so far pokes out of her rump and pushes into your mouth.

The scat that already fills your maw, gives way for the new and superior, queenly log. Some of it is pushed to the side and starts to spill over your lips, nasti-fying your face further. Some of it sadly gets pushed onto your nose where its filthy, sickening scent can be experienced to an even greater extent. Some of it, unfortunately, gets pushed down your throat, causing your already nauseated body to finally give in and puke.

Your acid, however, doesn't get too far, as Queen Chrysalis' bowel movements are way stronger than anything your weak body can muster. And so, her shit pushes down your vomit before it can even come up.

Her pasty filth slights further and further into your tortured body as her giant log grows longer into your mouth.

You can hear her giggle and moan as she tortures you, loving every second of it.

"How do you like my filth, fart slave, is it comparable to her's?" she asks rhetorically, while you struggle to deal with the situation.

It's hard to say whether or not it's as bad as Nightmare Moon's. It probably isn't, but the addition of her stinky farts made it worse regardless.

She puts more pressure on her log, and a moment later, you're deepthroating it.

She continues to work it out, and it goes in further and further. You gag and whimper as she stuffs you with poop.

She pinches and rises to see you.

She laughs at you and takes a picture to send to Nightmare Moon. Just to spite her. She's gonna be so jealous.

You're lying with pitiful teary eyes, green cheeks due to nausea, brown lips as well as nose, scatty residue dripping down around your face, and a big, girthy log protruding from your maw. Not to mention that the air around you is so thick with farts, that it's almost visible in the picture.

She turns around once more and sticks a hind hoof through the membrane atop her seat. She plants it on her turd and pushes it further down your throat. Then, using magic, she places a cork into the ring-gag to keep her turd sealed inside.

She looms in over you, ready to sit back down, looking down at you before letting her fat ass drop.

"You know, fart slave, one of the perks with being a changeling queen is that I don't need to digest my food that much. I get most of my sustenance from love, so food is just a dietary supplement, really. That means I don't take all the nutrients from it, there is still some left for you. And my farts should have enough oxygen in them to keep you breathing."

She smiles.

"I don't ever need to take you out of that fart chamber again, and I never will. You have found your final resting place. You will never move your body even an inch out of the position you're currently lying in. You will breathe nothing but farts and eat nothing but shit for the rest of your life, and I will never ever air it out. So it will only get stinkier and stinkier for you over the years. I will make every second for the rest of your life torture. Now... I feel some stinkers coming, get ready for your next stink-increase, fart slave."

Author's Note

The end.

(I think)