Fluttershy's Fart Slave

You wake up in complete darkness. Your head hurts like hell, and you can't move. Your body has been restrained. You start to panic and struggle but to no avail. You can't move an inch, you can't even turn your head, as what appears to be two leather-covered bars are holding your head in place, facing upwards. Your heart is pumping, and you scream in fear and claustrophobia.

Apparently, your noisiness has been heard. You hear hoofsteps approaching. You are numb with fear. Suddenly a circular source of blinding light appears above you. It takes you a moment to figure out that a lid has just been opened above your face, and that the blinding light is just the general lighting of a well lid room.

Above you, stands a yellow mare, looking down at you. She looks concerned, and she's blushing.

"Are... Are you hurt?" She asks.

"I heard you shout, are your bindings too tight, are they blocking your blood circulation?" She looks really concerned for you, despite not offering to help you out. Was she your captor?

"I'm not hurt." You foolishly explain under your staggering breath. "But... I'm stuck. Please help me out of here, I don't want to be here." You have started to cry.

She looks ashamed.

"I see you might need some time to accept your new life, understandably. So I'll just leave you to your thoughts for a while. I'll leave the lid open if it helps your claustrophobia.
"
With those frightening words, she leaves. You cry and cry. You cry until you don't have a tear left in your body. Why would she do this to you? You didn't even know her.

Several painful hours later, she appears again. The room has gotten darker, it must be getting late.

"Please, miss, I haven't done anything wrong. I don't even know you. I don't want to be here, would you please allow me to leave. I'll give you money if you want."

She looks somewhat embarrassed, but she's biting her lip.

"My name is... Fluttershy... And I don't want money. I want something else from you."

"What is it, I'll do anything if you let me go, Fluttershy."

Her ears are hanging in shame, she looks away from you.

"I... I'm... Not going to let you go." She whispers so quietly that you almost can't hear her.

You can't believe what you're (Almost not) hearing.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I... I'm usually known to be pretty kind, and some of the time, I'll be kind to you too."

She smiles at you. Like that was supposed to make you feel better.

Sometimes?.." You repeat.

She goes back to looking down in shame.

"I did capture you for... You could say, sinister reasons."

The fear within you is rising.

"What... Sinister... Reasons?"

She sighs.

"I don't really know how to say this. It's really embarrassing, but I guess since you will be the victim, I kinda have to."

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"You're going to be my fart slave, and I'll force you to smell my farts."

Her face turns completely red. She keeps her eyes closed, and holds her breath, while she awaits your reaction.

You don't know what to say...

"Why would you do something like that to me. Forcing me to do something as unpleasant as that, that's torture! Why do you want to torture me? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Nothing. I've got nothing against you. I'm sure you were a lovely person." She seems rather shocked at your response, her eyes are big and her face is even redder than before.

"But... I'm still going to make you my fart slave, because I want you to sniff my farts. I want it to be torture. I want you to choke and cough on my fart stench. I guess... I'm a bit of a sadist, and as a sadist with a fart-fetish, I need a fart slave. And I'm sorry on your behalf, but I chose you. It could have been anypony, but then I saw you, a real human come into town, and I knew it was going to be you. I've always loved non-pony creatures, you things are my affinity, and you... Are also my fart slave now. I'm Sorry."

She sighs In both relief, embarrassment, and pleasure.

You have no response. You just lay there, looking at her. After looking to the side for a while in utter embarrassment, she turns her attention to you. You gaze into each other's eyes.

She puts her hoof on the top of the lid.

"The next time I open this lid, it's going to get stinky down there."

She closes it, and leaves you in the dark, to contemplate your new life as her fart slave.