Fluttershy's Fart Slave

Upon tying your leash to her bed, Fluttershy gets up and trots over to her drawer.

You sit, still forced to smell her cunt juice that's smeared across your nose.

A minute later she returns to torture you some more.

You look up at your owner as she approaches.

She's standing on her hind hooves, as she's securing the final buckle of a leather and latex device she's put on.

It consists of a belt placed across her waist, and another four, smaller belts going around her thighs and butt cheeks, holding in place a piece of latex clothing, that engulfed and covered her pussy and ass. It looked completely airtight.

She grabs your face and removes your gag.

Surprised, you start gasping for air through your unrestrained mouth.

"Y-You better enjoy that fresh air while it lasts you - you - you... uh... CUNT SNIFFING, FART FACE, SLAVE LOSER!"

Her insults are surely improving.

She starts to pant, and bite her lip again, savoring the moment before she turns around, revealing the part of her outfit that both makes you gulp in fear, but also get excited.

Right between her ass cheeks, the latex panties were open, leaving her dirty little anus exposed. Along the sides of this ass crack opening ran zipper lines, and in her tail, she held an additional patch of latex that could be zipped onto her outfit, and a patch with a collar for your neck at the bottom.

It surprised you she had this, as it was very clearly made to have a human face strapped to her rump, whereas her fart-chamber could hold almost any creature that could fit in size.

"Time for a little game, Snatch Huffer."

She leans back, and once again you don't struggle, as she places her cute flutter-butt in your face.

You feel yourself being pushed into her ass fur as she zips the latex tight around the back on your head, trapping you in an even smaller and more air-tight fart chamber than your previous one.

Your nose flattens against her uncleaned asshole as she finishes zipping up the fart-suit.

With her fart slave firmly locked in place, she leans forwards, enjoying her position, and causing the latex to tighten and press your face even further into her ass.

Slowly, she gets into squatting position, gradually increasing the pressure between buttcrack and slave-face. She stops only as her thighs connect with the sides of her body, physically preventing her from bracing her tush any further. At this point, you head feels like a pancake, and it is impossible to breathe in the tight suit, not only due to having your nose and mouth shoved flat against her plot, but more so due to there being absolutely no air inside of there.

You moan in (dis)pleasure and fear of choking to death in her ass. She feels your moans, as they vibrate her backside and neither regions. She's euphoric.

Her stomach growls again, and she tenses.

"Pant* Here, Pant* Here's how this game works, Pant* You get a breath, Pant* whenever I fart. You won't die, Pant* as long as I keep farting, Pant* all over your stupid little slave face!"

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrthhth

You inhale desperately as she gives you a breath of intestinal air.

And right as you finish up her stinky poot, you're left waiting for your next life-saving sniff of flutter fart.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtrthhhththhh Pfff

You moan as you huff up your second life-line, overwhelmed by its potency.

BrrrrTHhhhhBrthhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrbrrrthhhh

You find it hard not to struggle in this powerful malodor, when your life is on the line, but you manage to keep your composure, and stay still in your bindings. Wasting energy on moving would just make it harder to survive.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRTHHHHHHHHHHHHTHHH

She blasts your face with a massive stink bomb, puffing up the fart suit with her flatulence, giving you air for multiple breaths with her massive, rotten cloud of cloyent flutter fart.

For once, being hit by a massive face fart, was a good thing, and even though you're nauseated and feel like puking, you huff up her stinker without reluctance, whimpering audibly each time you inhale.

As your air supply starts to dwindle, your owner gladly delivers another faceful, of equal proportions, and then another, and another.

You've lost track of time by now, but you've probably been huffing up her gas for hours, and saying that you felt lightheaded was an understatement.

You feel Fluttershy moving around, getting out of her squatting position. She takes a step forward, and you follow her on your knees. You feel your head being tilted to the side as she lay down on her bed, and you get on your feet trying to follow her movement at a pace that doesn't hurt your neck.

"Good night, Fart Snorter. Hope I'm gassy enough to keep you alive until tomorrow."