A Fart Slave for Fillies

For a while now, Diamond Tiara hadn't enjoyed her day to day life quite as much as she used to. Her parents, of course, had taken notice of how bored their precious little princess appeared to be, and had promptly bought her a small mansion of her own in an effort to cheer her up the way they always did—with expensive gifts. There, she could hold as many parties and have as many friends to visit as she desired.

But even though she quite enjoyed now owning her own mansion and incessantly bragged about it in school, ensuring her immense popularity would increase even further, she still found her days at school long and tedious. Something was missing.

It was no secret to anypony that Diamond Tiara had it good, especially since she bragged about it whenever she got the chance. In fact, she had it too good, if you were to ask any ordinary pony, but what should that matter to her? She wasn't an ordinary pony. She was the daughter of one of the richest stallions in Equestria, so she deserved to have it good.

She deserved every dress, every pet, every toy and every expensive accessory she had acquired ever the years. And since she had been bored, she definitely deserved the mansion she had just received. She deserved all of it, not because of how she behaved or due to her accomplishments, but simply because she was Diamond Tiara, the daugther of Filthy and Spoiled Rich. She was born to be treated like a princess. She was put into this world to be spoiled.

That deeply rooted feeling of entitlement, paired with her usually fast-paced and exciting lifestyle, meant that feeling bored was a nightmare for her. She wasn't used to it at all. But what really bugged her about the whole thing, the part that really got under her fur, was that even though she deserved almost everything, she definitely didn't deserve to be bored.

Boredom was a feeling for poor ponies, who couldn't afford to spend a random afternoon on a private island if they so desired. It simply wasn't fair that she of all ponies should feel this way, when she was so rich and important. It should be Snips, or Scootaloo, or anypony else really. Just not her.

She had been brooding with these thoughts for a while now, and had developed a tendency to doze off occasionally, sometimes while her friends sat and laughed together at her table enjoying the newest gossip. Though they wouldn't do so for long. They wanted her approval on every topic, and would usually fall silent if their pack leader wasn't laughing along with them.

"Is something up, Queen?” her best friend and second in command of her girl squad, Silver Spoon, asked her one day when they were sitting at a local cafe.

Diamond looked at her, disinterested, before turning her gaze back at the window she was staring at, without giving any semblance of an answer.

Silver Spoon felt very small at her rejection. She debated whether it would be best to just shut her mouth and let Tiara continue her window-gazing, or if she should risk being ignored again in the hopes that she would be acknowledged this time.

"It's Sunny Daze, isn't it. I totally get it, if she's out of the clique. I mean, did you see those boots she wore last week? They were sooo tasteless, and she gave you a teddy bear for your birthday. I mean, how old does she think you are? I wonder if she still sleeps with a teddy bear herself. It wouldn't surprise me one bit. It's a miracle that her cutie mark isn't just a capital L."

Diamond Tiara, tired of everything really, let out an audible sigh as she spread her body out across the table, planting her face on its surface.

Scared and insecure, Silver Spoon quickly stuttered an apology.

"I—I'm sorry, it’s totally your choice who gets to be in the clique. I shouldn't have said anything..."

"No, you're totally right!" shouted Tiara as she abruptly lifted her face off the table and slammed her front hooves into it, giving Silver Spoon and a nearby waiter a shock.

"Sunny Daze is out! She's such a cunt, and now I don't want to hear another word about cutie marks, got that?"

"Y—Yes, Queen, of course not. We don't talk about that kind of baby stuff, am I right?" Silver Spoon mumbled out. At least she was acknowledged. Even if it felt a little degrading.

Diamond Tiara didn't really know why she had grown to loathe the concept of cutie marks so much that she couldn't even stand the phrase anymore. It had been well over a year since those three blank flanks had gotten their stamps of approval on their buttocks, and she hadn't really spend much time to think about the importance of cutie marks ever since.

Incidentally, she had felt bored for about as long as they had had their rump stamps. Maybe not constantly, but probably generally.

Was her boredom somehow their fault? Could she find any way to blame them for her misery? She would, but she couldn't, and that just made her angry. Yet another feeling she was having that should be reserved for poor ponies.

And her feelings were just as powerful the following day, right up until the time where she was introduced to their new classmate.

Young colt, Earth pony. Short tail, dull grey coat, messy black mane. She got a tingly feeling in her gut the moment she saw him, and it definitely wasn't young love.

Something about him just made her sososovery happy. Probably, no, especially the way he looked at his new classmates nervously, almost hiding behind Cheerilee as he scouted the classroom for potential friends—and bullies. That's when she noticed the most likely cause of his cowering. The boy didn't even have a cutie mark.

Cheerilee went on to introduce the colt, apparently named Pepper Mill (and what an awful name!) Probably because he was too shy to do so himself in front of the whole class. How adorably pathetic. Apparently, he had to move to Ponyville because of his mother’s job, but such are the lives of poor ponies sometimes. You have to live where you'll be fed.

"You can go sit besides Twist, right over there. I'm sure she'll take good care of you," said Cheerilee, gesturing towards a smiling filly wearing braces sitting two rows ahead of Diamond Tiara.

Twist waved at the colt as he looked over at her. His drooping ears shot upwards and a nervous smile manifested on his lips. Diamond Tiara saw a great opportunity to tear him right back down where he belonged.

"Ew! Why would you place him in front of me? Do you think I want to look at his disgusting mane while in class? No. Way."

Surprised, the colt took a step backwards, ears flopping back down. He looked towards Diamond Tiara with his big, round, pathetic eyes.

"Ew, now he's looking at me,” Tiara said, making a couple of her friends snicker and the colt look away in shame.

"Yeah, losers need a permit to look at the class queen,” giggled Silver Spoon.

The colt trotted another step backwards and tried to hide behind the teacher.

"Will you girls please quiet down? And stop being mean to Pepper Mill! He just got here, and he doesn't have anypony to stand up for him," scolded Cheerilee in her disappointed voice.

"I will when you move him elsewhere,” snarled Tiara, giving her teacher the death glare.

Now, normally, something like this would be out of the question for what would seem to be obvious reasons, but when such a request is given to you by a filly you very well know has the power to not only get you fired, but to ensure you don't ever get to work as a teacher again, you tend to be more willing to comply.

And Cheerilee, begrudgingly, chose to do just that.

"Eh, very well. Um, Pepper Mill, why don't you, eh, take a seat over there, besides Snips. Then we'll just have to move Peachy Pie up front instea—"

"Eeeew. No. Way. I don't want him sitting behind me. He'll be staring at my plot the entire time."

It was this third insult from Tiara that finally made her classmate and old bullying target, Apple Bloom, interfere.

"Why do you get to choose where Pepper Mill sits? He can sit besides me, if he wants t—"

"I hear your family business is doing well, Apple Bloom. It would be a shame if they suddenly had to sell the farm to pay off a certain loan, wouldn't it?”

Apple Bloom’s resistance faltered.

"Well, I mean, we're sitting in the same row anyways, so you won't have to look at him here, or fear him looking at y-"

"Seriously, what is it with you ponies!? I don't wanna sit close to him, either. He probably stinks,” snapped Tiara.

The colt looked like he was ready to cry at this point. Tiara smiled from ear to ear.

"I think he should sit under Twist’s table, where we don't even have to think about him,” suggested Silver Spoon.

"Great idea, girl. It's settled then."

Diamond Tiara pointed at the hiding colt.

"You, get underneath Twist's table. That's where you sit from now on."

The colt looked downright shocked at Diamond Tiara's command. He looked up at Cheerilee with trembling lips, hoping for support from his new teacher. Cheerilee, feeling like she’d put up with Tiara's shenanigans for far too long, decided to attempt intervening again.

"Now you listen here, young lady! I will not tolerete such behavior in my classr—"

"You will if you value not living on the streets!"

Tiara looked furious by now. As much as the equally furious Cheerilee wanted to send that little brat outside the door, or give her detention, she knew that filly wasn't joking. Indignant, she bit her lips and put her hoof on Pepper Mill's shoulder.

"Come on, Pepper Mill. It'll be fun, kinda like sitting in a shelter,” Cheerilee smiled at the frail-looking colt.

With his head bent in shame, the colt skulked over to Twist's table and got down underneath it.

"Well then,” Cheerilee sighed, almost shaking in distress, ”shall we get on with class?”

"Hey! I can still see you, ugly, you need to sit in front of Twist!” shouted Tiara.

With a whimper, the colt scooted over, so he was sitting between his tablemate’s legs. Twist’s cheeks flushed red. She wasn't expecting to have a colt sitting with his head this close to her crotch today.

"Yeah, and I'm sure being farted on by Twist will only make you smell better, loser,” added Silver Spoon with a giggle.

Tiara, Spoon, and their posse broke out in laughter at Twist and Pepper Mill’s expense. For the first time in a long time, Diamond Tiara felt truly satisfied.

She had it good.