A Fart Slave for Fillies

After what seemed like an eternity to Pepper Mill, the last lesson of the day finally came to an end. The colts and fillies began to scurry on home to enjoy their free time.

Pepper Mill, having lived through one of the worst days of his short life, opted to sit under his table in silence, waiting for the classroom to clear out before going home himself.

Unfortunately for him, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had gotten the wonderful idea of waiting around as well.

His single spot of hope manifested in Apple Bloom, who was the only pony still around that wasn’t himself or his two primary tormentors. It was promptly crushed when she left after a particularly stern look from Tiara that screamed “now is not the time to play hero.” The two sadistic fillies were left alone with their victim.

"Eww. What's that smell, girl? It stinks in here!” Diamond Tiara trotted closer to the trembling colt beneath Twist's table.

"I don't know, Queen, but it‘s coming from over here,” giggled Silver Spoon, following behind her friend. Silver Spoon looked under the table before immediately jumping backwards, feigning shock.

“EW! It's a big, smelly rat!"

Pepper Mill began scooching backwards in an effort to get away from Silver Spoon, but he stopped as soon as he heard Diamond Tiara trot up behind him. He started to sniffle again, letting a few teardrops fall to the floor before he wiped his face with his hoof.

Tiara leaned down to take a look at him.

"Hmmm, he sure looks like a rat, but he smells too bad to be one. Wanna know what I think? I think it's a loser blank flank, who's somehow still stinking even after Twist so kindly tried to cover up his smell with her fart."

Pepper‘s heart started pounding as both of his bullies started circling around him like sharks, slowly approaching from opposite directions. He frantically looked back and forth between the two.

"Well, that must mean one gassing simply wasn't enough to cover up his stench. I think we better give him some more. We'd be doing a public service really. I'd rather have a blank flank that smells like farts than one that smells like him,” giggled Tiara, shooting him a look of cruel superiority.

"So, are you going to obey your superiors and come out from under that table?"

"Or are you going to act as stupid as you look, and make us use force?" Silver Spoon smirked.

Pepper Mill felt small, helpless, and afraid as he was targeted for another bullying session. Luckily, he learned a few tricks that might quench a bully's thirst for blood from his many long recesses at his previous school.

"I-I'll do your homework for— for a week if you let me go,” offered Pepper Mill to his tormenters.

It wasn't the first time in her bullying career that Diamond Tiara had heard an offer like this, but it was the first time she heard Pepper Mill speak. His squeaky voice made her break down in tears laughing alongside an equally amused Silver Spoon.

"Haha, how do you even end up with such a stupid sounding voice?"

"Oh my Celestia, he sounds like a deflating balloon."

"Two weeks, then..." offered Pepper, noting his previous offer didn't seem to interrest the young mares.

"Just— please— I just— I wanna go ho-hoomeee. Waaah!" Pepper Mill finally broke down into a crying mess, making Tiara very happy, and also a bit annoyed.

"Shut the fuck up, blank flank!" she demanded loudly. Pepper Mill instantly lowered the volume on his sobbing and whimpering.

Looking at her pathetic victim, Tiara's smile grew wider.

"Since you think you're such a businesspony, how's this for a deal? You'll do all our homework. All of it, forever, and as long as we get passing grades we'll keep your well-deserved punishments for being such an ugly, smelly blank flank loser to a bare minimum. How does that sound?"

"What do you mean?" he said after choking out a sob.

They both rolled their eyes.

"During class, you will, of course, have to do whatever Twist tells you, since she's the one who has to deal with your presence. But during recess, you're ours, and you will do as you're told."

The colt gulped.

"But you will only have to stay for half an hour after school each day, and you'll get the weekends off. Anything else to add, Silver?"

"Yeah, you're not allowed to call in sick. We don't care if you have a fever, you show up, always. If you have to go to the hospital or something, notify us, and tell us where you are,” said Spoon in a stern way.

"Breaking the rules or getting us a failing grade will result in strict punishment,” Tiara intoned as if she was the businesspony who ran (the nonexistent) Barnyard Bullying.

Watching the colt lower his head further and further with each harsh word, they spoke, “So what do you say, blank flank? Do we have a deal? Or should we return to our original torture schedule?”

Fearing the consequences of not signing the verbal contract, Pepper Mill nodded silently, still crying and whimpering.

"Good. We still have fifteen minutes to make you less smelly. Come here, now."

Slowly, Pepper Mill came out from underneath the table, knowing fully well that he was about to be farted on again.

As her victim got on his hooves, Diamond Tiara presented him with her tiny, plump filly-derrière, and gave him the dreadful command he was just waiting to hear.

"Put your snout on my plothole, loser, and get ready for my perfume.”

Obediently, but with an expression of pure shame and disgust, Pepper Mill placed his snout against Diamond Tiara's tight filly anus, mentally preparing himself for another faceful of farts.

As the colt got into his humiliating position, Silver Spoon grabbed his head, holding him in place in case he should get any ideas of retreating once he caught a whiff of Tiara's gas.

"Sniff her butt, blank flank,” ordered Silver Spoon, giggling and nudging her victim's head deeper into Tiara's rump.

Begrudgingly, Pepper Mill began smelling her asshole.

"Oh my Celestia, he's actually doing it."

"Ew! What a fucking loser."

"Hope it stinks, retard!"

Listening to their barrage of insults was honestly worse than smelling Diamond Tiara's asshole.

Her plot, though definitely not clean, didn't smell awful either. It was a bit sweaty, a bit earthy smelling, and a bit musky. Inhaling its scent was an unpleasant experience, but it wasn't nearly as horrible as huffing up Twist's nasty fart had been. Not even close. But he knew for a fact that he could get face-farted at any moment, and it kept him on guard.

Sure enough, after only a minute of butt huffing, Diamond Tiara snickered, telling her partner-in-torment to hold on tight to their victim’s face, and telling Pepper Mill that he better get ready to take a big sniff if he didn't want to get beaten up.

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffft

Sniiiiiiiiiiff

"EEEEEEW!" laughed both fillies as they made Pepper Mill sniff up the polluted air.

Pepper Mill, in the meantime, gagged at the nasty, rotten, cauliflower-scented rump air he just inhaled.

"I think that makes it official,” said Diamond Tiara.

She stepped forwards, separating her ass from Pepper Mill's muzzle once more, giving him a great opportunity to huff up some fresh air. He and Spoon watched as she inscribed something on a piece of paper and attached it to some string at a nearby table.

"Tadaa!" sang Diamond Tiara, revealing her creation to her captive audience. Silver Spoon burst out laughing and Pepper started crying like a baby yet again.

She presented it to Pepper Mill, with Silver Spoon forcing his head down so she could put it around his neck.

"You better be wearing that every day from now on, got that?!"

With those words, the two fillies walked out laughing with each other, leaving Pepper Mill weeping on the floor with his new title:

School's Official Filly Fart Slave.