A Fart Slave for Fillies

Pepper Mill was the last foal to leave class as they go for lunch break, and he made sure to be careful. He peeked out from under the table as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon left the room together, and he waited a good five minutes after they left to go to lunch himself.

He sniffled and wiped his teary eyes with a hoof as he exited the classroom alone. He was used to being bullied, but being treated this harshly during his very first class in his new school had really torn down his already frail self esteem. All he wanted now was to sit alone, eat his lunch, and be sad for a while.

And so he did—in a supply closet.

Meanwhile in the cafeteria, Twist, who had been the very first pony to sprint out the door the moment the bell rang, sat alone like she always did. She was still blushing from the morning’s ordeal when she was approached by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

Now, Twist, being a nerd with a lisp and braces, didn't usually see this as a positive thing. Even though she hadn't been bullied by the two in a long time, she often found herself at the receiving end of an unpleasant bout of teasing.

"So?" asked Tiara, ”What do you think of your new hoofstool?”

The pair sat down on either side of Twist, who suddenly found whatever was on her lunch tray very interesting.

"Don'th know,” she shrugged.

"Yeah, but like, doesn't he stink?"

Twist, who really didn't want to disagree with something thought up by these fillies, nodded.

"Yea, he doeth thmell a little."

Tiara and Spoon started giggling.

"Oh, Twist girl, I feel bad for you, hope it isn't too bad."

As the two popular fillies sat giggling beside her, at someone that wasn’t her, she started to get a weird butterfly feeling in her gut. She was starting to feel included.

"It'th not that bad. I can alwayth plug my nothe if he really thtarth thmelling,” she started to giggle.

"Haha, totally,” agreed Spoon.

Tiara saw her opportunity and leaned in closer to Twist, putting a hoof to Twist’s ear the same way she always did with her friends when the told the kind of gossip not everypony needed to know. Silver Spoon quickly followed suit from the opposite side of the nerdy filly. Being part of this ritual usually reserved for the popular girls made Twist light up with glee as she listened to Tiara.

"You know what, Twist girl? You should totally get him back for being such a stinky little loser. And I have the perfect plan. Since he's already sitting between your legs, how about you grab his head, turn it around, and shove his stupid little face in there the next time you feel a fart coming?"

"That would be sooo fitting,” whispered Silver Spoon into her other ear.

"Yeah, and then you tell him that if you have to smell him, he should also have to smell you."

Under normal circumstances, Twist wouldn't consider this to be a good idea. Under the glow of positive attention from popular girls, Twist found this to be the best idea she ever heard.

"Yeah, and then I'll tell him to thmell it, and not let go until he'th taken a big thniff."

"Oh my Celestia, that's exactly what I was thinking! Twist girl, we think so much alike."

Twist blushed.

"We'll make Peachy Pie act like a decoy for Cheerilee. When you feel one coming, say 'blank flank' and she will play pretend sick and get Cheerilee to follow her to the nurse's office. That should give us at least five minutes to get him to smell your farts without her intervening."

Twist nodded, eager to be used to carry out their cruel intentions.

The bell rang and the foals returned to class. Last to enter was Pepper Mill, and he hurried down under his table. Hopefully Tiara or Spoon wouldn’t notice him while they were chatting amongst their clique.

Twist was quite nervous by now. Friendship with the popular fillies was at stake—if she did a good enough job bullying Pepper Mill. She probably wouldn’t, considering she wasn’t the sharpest stick in the drawer and had no experience on the bully’s side of the cruelties. Making a good impression on the ringleaders, Tiara and Spoon, were slim, but she couldn't back out now. So she spent the entire first half of the lesson eyeing out Pepper Mill's exact position so that she knew where his head was when she had her fart ready. It just happened to be much sooner than she had anticipated.

She sat still in her chair, feeling her gut to make sure she really had one ready for him. As she confirmed this, her heart started pounding. This was her moment. It was now, or never.

"B-Blank Flank!" Twist blurted quickly and loudly, looking intensely out the window.

Pepper Mill was used to hearing that insult. What he wasn’t used to was hearing it from the kind and nerdy looking filly in class. He turned around to see if it was really directed at him. Twist’s face was scrunched up, red as dawn, and pointed out the window. It probably wasn’t.

"Urrrgh, Miss Cheerilee, I don't feel so good." a voice called out from somewhere in the room, followed by audible snickering.

"Why, Peachy Pie, you don't look too well! Let's get you to the nurse’s office," Cheerilee answered, and the two left the class behind.

Everypony who knew about the plan waited in anticipation, no one more so than Twist herself.

She readied herself like a predator preparing to strike, slowly scooching herself forwards so that her butt cheeks were at the very tip of the chair. She mumbled quietly to herself for a moment, practicing her lines and trying to calm herself a bit.

"Ith I have to deal with your thmellth, you altho hath to deal with mine, lother!"

BRRRRRTTHH!

As soon as she unleashed her loud stinky toot, Twist grabbed her victim’s head and forced his snout into her private area.

The expression on Pepper Mill's face was a mixture of shock and disgust as he was suddenly forced to breath in an eggy fart straight out of his classmate’s butt. He immediately tried to pull his head away, but Twist held him in place with minimal effort.

"You better thniff it, blank flank, ith you know whath betht for you."

"You heard your superior, loser, Twist wants her farts sniffed, and you better do it, or you're going to regret it!"

At this point Pepper Mill broke down crying, mumbling something incoherently into Twist's taint. Overwhelmed by sadness and shame, he inhaled deeply through his snout, smelling Twist's sulphuric stink bomb right up, fearing the consequences of not complying.

"He thniffed it!"

The class broke down into laughter. Only a few disappointed fillies, who knew by now that Pepper Mill was the new plaything and there was nothing they could do about it, stayed silent.

"Everypony, shut it!" commanded Tiara quite suddenly.

The classroom quieted down.

"I didn't hear you sniff, blank flank, now sniff again before the fart smell goes away. And do it loud enough for me to hear it."

Still crying and whimpering, Pepper Mill took another audible whiff of Twist's brand, putting a satisfied smile on Diamond Tiara's lips.

Twist finally let go of her victim and he fell down on the floor with a whimper.

Tiara had completely forgotten just how fun bullying was, but now that she had a new victim she intended to get as much fun out of him as possible.