Fluttershy's Fart Slave

"Well, there is one thing I've always wanted to do, but I always found it to be too evil. Even to a fart slave."

Her hoof is still on the back of your head, so you're talking into the floor as you answer, fear and excitement both welling forth as you speak.

"N-nothing is too evil, my queen. If you decide to break every bone in my body, that's your choice." You gulp. "B-but it would be nice if you didn't."

"Shut up, fart-bitch!" She announced loudly, stomping your head, face first, into the floor.

You whine in pain and she let's go of you.

You hold onto your bleeding nose as you look up at her.

"T-thank you for the pain, my queen," you stammer.

"You're very welcome, loser," she says kindly. "Now, I need to go for a shit."

You nod.

"I'll wait for you, goddess," you reassure her. "I'll be ready for whatever after you've pottied."

Her kind smile turns cruel, and you groan in fearful pleasure as she leans in.

She whispers in your ear, riling you up just by having her beautiful, non-stinky end so close to your face.

"You're coming with me, shit-slave."

Upon hearing those words, your entire world turns blurry. Everything seems fuzzy and unreal. You try to sit up, but not only have your balance been thrown off by simply hearing those words, but your owner also places a hoof on your back keeping you down in the dirt where you belong.

Your entire body bathed in sweat and shaking, you answer her, voice stuttering with fear:

"I-I'm afraid b-better b-b-bindings will be required for th-that, m-my g-goddess."

No matter how much you wanted to serve her, you couldn't possibly stay idle while she did that to you. Your cuffs were a great help, but if you weren't completely restrained your wiggling would be a great hindrance for her, and you weren't supposed to be. Torturing you, no matter how, should be easy for her.

You feel her pressure on your back increase as your goddess steps down harder on your pathetic slave back.

"We can put you back in the fart box. That's very restrictive," she suggests making sure you feel her body weight beneath her hoof.

Tears flowing down your cheeks and shivering in fear for what is to come, you nod.

"Y-yes... Then I'll h-have no way to escape your - your- your..."

You close your eyes and break down into incohesive sobbing, causing her to finish your sentence for you.

"... My nasty horse shit."

You can feel her voice oozing with dominant aggression.

"Y-yes," you whimper quietly.

She removes her hoof from your back.

"Get on your knees, shit-slut."

Slowly, you do as you're told, getting on your shaking knees.

You look at your owner. Her face is red with excitement and she's biting her bottom lip gently. She stares you down, looking as cold and uncaring as possible when on the edge of exploding in deep pleasure.

She grabs your leash with her mouth and starts walking back to the fart box.

You cry as you follow. She keeps her tail lifted high so you can look at that stinky asshole. A bodily torture device that is about to show you a whole new level of nastiness.

After what feels like hours of frightening suspense, you arrive at your old prison. You eye out the wooden coffin. It's the place where you truly deserve to be. It's the place where your goddess can do anything to your stupid slave face, including pooping on it.

She walks behind you and removes the cuffs from your hand and feet, before opening up the fart box so you can get into it.

For a moment, you're free. The thought does strike you, that you could probably overpower this timid mare. You could escape and never have to be her living toilet.

You clench your fists. How could you even think such a bad thought? She's your goddess, you're her fart sniffer, her stink-slave, her loser human toy, and soon so much more. Even thinking of going against her is a crime worthy of death. How dare you think of freedom when you're her property, the way you should be.

With newfound determination, but still frightened to your core, you crawl into the fart box and get into position with your hand and feet near the restraints.

This is it... Once she's done restraining you, you'll be adding some new titles to your collection of slave names:
Toilet-Slave
Shit-Slut
Privy
Potty-Mouth

You try not to think about, but it's impossible not to do so. You're about to eat shit, how could you not dread that.

She finishes your restraints and closes the box. There is no way back now. You're at her mercy, the way things are supposed to be. You're almost relieved you didn't try to run away. You're secured in place now, and your suffering and pleasure will be at her will.

You look up at her through the toilet seat above your face while she secures the very last restraint. The metal clamp that keeps your neck in place.

She looks very dominant. Currently, her usual state of crippling shyness and timidness is as foreign to her as being a toilet is to you.
You succeeded in making her feel like the queen she is. Cruelty and dominance are to be expected from the entity that fills the universe with true glory. When you're that much better than everything else in existence, should you be expected to treat yourself as an equal to the worms that surround you? No, you should torture them! You know that you're a worm compared to her, and you deserve to suffer by her hoof... And whether you want it or not, you deserve to suffer the disgusting experience of being toilet tortured by her.

You relax, taking comfort in you knowing your place, at least.

"Are you ready to eat my droppings, loser?" she spits out in the harshest tone her soft tender voice can muster.

You gulp before letting out a long tiresome sigh.

"I am not, my queen, my goddess, but don't let that stop you. I know my place. I deserve your smelly shit. I deserve to be a toilet. I deserve to be tortured."