Fluttershy's Fart Slave

Fluttershy blushes deeply upon hearing your words.

"Oh, my..."

Her cheeks are as red as they are yellow.

She looks to the side in embarrassment and shock.

"I-I'm not royalty," she whispers into her wing. "I'm just a shy sadist."

With a powerful look in your eyes, you kneel to her. Determined to tell her the truth she has yet to realize.

"Celestia is not my ruler, Luna is not my liege. Fluttershy, the shy sadist, first of her name, is my one true queen, my eternal goddess. I am her subject, her property, her pathetic fart slave. She can do whatever she wants with me, I am completely and utterly hers. She. Is. Royalty."

"Eeeep," she utters, hiding further in her wings. "I-I never asked for this. I just wanted you to suffer."

"I suffer all the time, your majesty! Your farts are hellish. Your piss is rancid. Your butthole stinks, and I hate submitting to your stinky torture..."

You lower yourself further, bowing to her completely.

"... But I can't help to want it. I can't help but getting riled up each time I'm about to smell your farts. I just can't help it. You're a queen, I'm a slave. Me suffering at your hooves is natures cause. I hate it... but I love it. I'll do anything to escape your cruelty, but it would take an army to pry me away from you."

You look up, eyes teary from your emotional exposure, and she looks out from behind her wings, her eyes blank as well... How beautiful she was.

"B-but if you just want me to suffer, I promise to do my best only hating it... I'm sorry if I've disappointed y-"

"No!" she interrupts. "Don't be sorry. I-I just need a moment. I've never viewed myself very highly. It's just weird to have someone who sniffs my farts all the time suddenly worship me."

You sit up on your knees, nodding.

"I-I understand, your majesty," you say slowly.

She smiles, still looking away from you in embarrassment.

"S-so..." she started, sounding just a tiny bit excited. "H-how much am I worth to you?" she asks quietly, sounding just as happy as she did embarrassed.

You smile back, glad she seems to be enjoying her true role at least slightly.

You think for a moment, looking like you're counting in your head before answering.

"If you took the warmth of the sun, the calmness of the moon, the beauty of all the flowers in the world, the softness of every adorable animal that ever lived, the serenity of all the stars that paints the heaven, and the overwhelming value of existence itself, and you multiply that by a trillion, all of that would be worth less than a single fart leaving your ass. Because that foul, disgusting fart was made by you, and that alone makes it a miracle above all else. As for you yourself, no concept I could ever dream of could ever come close to describing your infinite divinity."

She giggles, hiding behind her wings again. Her smile is the loveliest thing you've ever seen in your life. It makes you tear up. Your words made her smile.

"What would you do if I died?" she asks bluntly.

"I can't imagine," you say seriously. "I would definitely kill myself too. The universe would be nothing without you. Are you sure you're not immortal, though? It would be unfair if Celestia was but you weren't."

She curls up on the floor, giggling like a filly.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me."

You bow again.

"I'm so sorry. Please punish me for my actions," you whimper.

You stay low for a few seconds before feeling her hoof on the back of your head.

"Punish, you say? You said you deserved worse, didn't you?"

You gulp.

"Make me suffer, goddess. Any way you desire is the right way."