Fluttershy's Fart Slave

As you lie, completely incapacitated, breathing in, and tasting her ever-present cloud of stinky ass-gas, you slowly begin to finally, and truly accept your new lot in life, as her toy.

If you weren't the one lying here, sniffing up her farts, it would have been another innocent creature.

Someone had to suffer for her, and it just happened to end up being you. This was your destiny. She chose you because she loved humans, and you could at least find a tiny bit of pride in that.

You began to overcome the lightheadedness and mild nausea her vapors brought upon you, and even though it was incredibly stinky, you began to inhale it harder. You began to move your tongue around in your mouth as to better taste the traces of tangy gas still trapped behind your gag.

You started to embrace your torment, suffering and enjoying it at the same time. Hating it, but also loving it.

"I'll have to spend my life as her fart-slave." You thought to yourself. "All I can do now, to make something of my time in this world, is to make sure I'm a good one."

Suddenly the lid opens, and Fluttershy quickly spins around and sits down on top of you, making sure as little of the fart cloud already present in your chamber could escape from it.

When the initial startle of her abrupt appearance dies down after a short second, you slowly, almost instinctively begin to stretch your face upwards to get as close to her plot as possible. And while the leather bars holding your face in place did not allow you to turn your face to the side, and the surface you were lying on prevented you from retrieving further back into your torture chamber, there was nothing preventing you from reaching her soft, fluffy backside, and passionately press your nose against her musky anus, awaiting more stinky torture.

She clenches her butt in surprise as she feels the unexpected touch against her rump.

"O-oh." She stutters silently.

She closes her eyes in euphoria, and lets her tush relax again. You feel her hardened buns around your cheeks go soft once more, as her smelly butthole sits itself back down upon your awaiting nose.

She's just about to command you to smell it, but you're ahead of her order, as you greedily inhale her musky plot scent as vigorously as you can. The stench of ass and lingering farts combine. It's horrible, but you sniff with all your might regardless of how much it stinks.

She's panting and keeps momentarily clinching her ass, lifting her anus off of your nose for a short second before planting it back down, smearing the outer layer of ass-musk on your nostrils.

Then it happens. The sensation you're been waiting for. Her asshole opens lightly, and a flurry of fresh, stinky farts erupts out of it, one after another, adding to your collection of fluttergas.

The potency of her new farts, made you gag. They were like an extremely foul batch of tangy boiled cabbage rotting away in the desert sun.

Compared to her old gas, that had slowly been dissipating, these were at the height of their potency and therefore much more powerful.

You sniffed her foul gas straight out of her asshole. The moment she farted, you snorted it in like coke, and you kept doing it with each successive gassy eruption.

You felt her marejuices start to dribble from her cunt down on your gagged mouth, and amids your pleasurable suffering, you caught a meek hint of her sexual scent.

She could feel your powerfull sniffs right against her tight sphincter, and it turned her on so much she was dripping on you.

If you could only move your face, you could rub your nose against her ass to please her even more... And if only the cork in your ring gag was removed she could drip her marejuices into your mouth forcing you to taste and drink it. You wanted to struggle free of your bindings so you could embrace your suffering even more, but you did not dare to belittle her restrains by trying to get your head free, or push the cork out with your tongue.

She had put you in the position she wanted you to be in, and as her fart-slave, that was completely up to her, and you were in no position to question her authority.

After minutes of gassing you, she lets up, but you keep smelling her butt like your life depended on it, and she keeps sitting on you.

"Fart slave?" She suddenly utters amongst her many pants.

"I'm- I'm going to remove your restraints now, so you better not try anything stupid."

She stands up. Her cloud of deadly gas slowly oozes out of your damp prison. There is a sticky string of mere-sauce going from your gag back up to her pussy.

"We- We're going into my bedroom now, so-so, just comply and follow, okay..."