A Fart Slave for Fillies

The following day, Pepper Mill seemed to have forgotten all about his contract, as he spent the first recess staying as close as possible to Cheerilee.

Twist, naturally, had been far too nervous to do anything stinky with her hoofstool in class as long as Cheerilee was present, or to try using the same type of decoy two days in a row. She relied solely on her teacher's need to use the ladies’ room to get in some abuse. Something that, sadly, hadn't come up.

But most infuriating of all, to Diamond Tiara at least, was the fact that that little rat wasn't even wearing his name tag.

It was clear to her that the School's Official Filly Fart Slave needed a severe punishment for neglecting the duties appropriate to his position. That disgusting blank flank pauper did not deserve a whole school day without being farted on even once.

Luckily, a great opportunity for some degradation showed during the last class of the day.

Diamond Tiara usually didn’t feel the need to keep herself in peak physical condition, since she had butlers to do anything she considered menial labor. So it was very uncharacteristic of her to push herself to her limits in gym class, let alone to make sure that her filly friends had given it their all as well. She wanted her herd to get as sweaty as possible for Pepper Mill's punishment.

As the colts and fillies headed to their respective shower halls when the weekly hour of exercise came to an end, Pepper Mill made sure to avoid Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on his way to clean himself. While he was focused on making sure he wasn’t anywhere near the two best friends, two foals trotted up behind him. He felt hooves wrapping around his legs and pulling back. To his horror, Toola Roola and Coconut Cream did a very good job at dragging him screaming into the fillies’ changing room. He’d noticed that they hadn’t bullied him before, and hoped he might one day befriend them. Another hope crushed, he supposed.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sat on a bench, waiting for their toy to be delivered. His loud pleas for help did nothing as Peachy Pie served as a distraction keeping the teacher in the gym, and the noise made by a large group of young foals masked Pepper Mill’s shouts.

He was dumped unceremoniously before the class queen, her right hoof mare, and the gaggle of eager fillies.

He cried loudly and plead for mercy, but the queen wasn’t in the mood to hear petitions. She signalled for Twist to silence him as agreed to beforehoof. Twist, nervous and excited to play a part in Tiara's bullying schemes yet again, stuffed her gym panties down Pepper Mill's throat to make him stop screaming. After, of course, making sure he knew just how filthy they were, with the traces of skid marks her butt had left him as a little present.

"Thuck on my thweaty panthieth, blank flank!"

Pepper Mill looked to the side, where the yellow pony with the country accent who had defended him yesterday sat alongside the other two ponies that had been yet to even laugh at him. Apple Bloom glared at her fellow former Tiara-target, Twist, while the other two looked to the side in embarrassment, listening to the awful sounds of Pepper Mill being forced to taste Twist's skid marks slide across his tongue. But it was clear that they wouldn’t be helping them. They had either been threatened or bought. He was hoping for the latter, not wanting the only nice fillies in his class to be threatened by Diamond Tiara. But he knew that it was most likely the former.

The pathetic sound of Pepper Mill's cries were muffled by the salty undergarments, but they didn’t stop him from continuing to weep. Quite the opposite, really.

"Did you honestly think you could get away from us just by brown-nosing Cheerilee all day?" Tiara asked condescendingly, placing one of her hind hooves right in his face. He had no choice but to breathe in its sour, sweaty scent, given his other breathing hole was stuffed with Twist's used underwear.

"Well think again, loser! We had a deal, and you broke it. Now it's time to pay your fine, so suck on those panties and smell my hoof!!"

With two fillies holding him down, twisting his hooves behind his back as a means of encouragement to obey, Pepper Mill made audible sucking sounds and sniffed Tiara's hoof loudly, resulting in almost every filly in the changing room breaking out into childish laughter.

"Ew! He's so gross!" yelled out Silver Spoon, putting her hooves to her mouth in a display of intrigued disgust.

Tiara removed her hoof from the teary-eyed colt's quivering face.

"He's about to get a whole lot grosser..."

She stood up and turned her petite body around, presenting her plot to Pepper Mill. The two fillies that were holding him down got him into position to sniff Tiara's asshole.

Pepper Mill pushed back with all he was worth, but his efforts only slowed the inevitable: his face in her sweaty plot, with his snout pressed directly against her tight, dirty anus.

"Sniff my ass, blank flank."

With his mouth full of panties, it's not as if he actually had a choice, and he begrudgingly took a breath.

The very moment he inhaled, his face turned green with disgust. Compared to her plot smell from yesterday, this was downright horrible. It was even worse than Twist's fart.

Tiara's workout had sweated up her buttcrack to such an extent that it had caused the smell of ass musk to increase at least tenfold. The hot, stinky air Pepper Mill inhaled causes him to gag and moan in displeasure.

Tiara, taking notice of his immense disgust, giggled and began to grind her ass around in his face.

"I'm not hearing any sniffing back there. Sniff it loudly. You should know by now that I want to hear it."

With the two fillies putting extra pressure on his front legs, still forced behind his back, Pepper Mill had no choice but to inhale the stinky plot air deeply, making his stomach turn and causing all the fillies to start laughing again.

After another couple minutes of having her ass smelled by her loser slave, Tiara stepped away from him, listening to him heave for fresher air.

Now it was Silver Spoon’s turn, and unlike Tiara, she had a fart ready for the blank flank, which she blasted his face with as soon as she felt his snout on her moist, sweaty rectum.

"Eeew. You're such a gross little fart sniffer,” she said, as she listened to him whine while huffing up her ass gas.

Pepper Mill thought her fart smelled a bit like rotten onions.

"Eh, I have to farth too, and I don'th think I can hold it for much longer, girlth!" said Twist nervously, face red with embarrassment, trying to hold back a fart that she had already been holding for far too long.

"Go ahead Twist, stink up that loser!" cheered the fillies as she and Spoon quickly changed places.

Now, Pepper Mill had already gotten a hunch that Twist wasn't usually part of Tiara's cruel clique of obedient fillies. She didn’t fit in with them: she was nerdy, chubby, freckled, lisped, wore unstylish glasses and braces, and talked like a girl two years younger than the rest of them. But as soon as his snout touched her wet, messy anus, he understood perfectly. Tiara, who intended to make him smell filly asses every day as her main method of torturing him, wanted Twist as her subordinate because she had the stinkiest ass imaginable. This filly did not know what proper hygiene was, and she probably showered less than weekly. At least that was Pepper Mill's impression at least as he inhaled her potent butt stench, while Twist strained herself to unleash the fart without letting something... extra out as well. He was honestly surprised he hadn't noticed her body odor yesterday while having his snout held against her plot during the face fart, but the contact back then was not very direct, with him being held somewhat sideways and her chubby ass cheeks blocking him off due to her awkward sitting position. On top of that, Twist seemed to be the least fit filly in class, and being drenched in sweat from playing hoofball for an hour had probably made her, just like Diamond Tiara, a lot more stinky than otherwise.

Still, her ass stench was vomit inducing, and Pepper Mill struggled for freedom against the fillies still holding him while he was being tortured by Twist's horrible, musky odor.

Twist finally managed to push out her fart, and Pepper Mill found himself being drenched in the moist, eggy emmission.

Her fart put her otherwise horrible ass stench to shame, reeking so violently that even the two fillies holding Pepper Mill had to turn their noses at the sulphuric, rotten gas leaking out of her with a damp bubbling sound.

"Th-Thorry,” mumbled Twist, face as red as a used tampon, as everypony backed a step away from the contaminated area. Everypony except the two fillies obligated to keep Pepper Mill in place, and of course, Pepper Mill himself, whose moaning began to sound even more pathetic than before due to the increased viciousness of the bullying.

"HEY, BLANK FLANK, YOU'RE NOT SNIFFING NEARLY HARD ENOUGH IF WE CAN ALSO SMELL IT!!! SNIFF IT HARDER!!!" shouted Diamond Tiara, while waving a hoof in front of her cute little snout.

She did not deserve to catch a whiff of such a foul scent. Pepper Mill, on the other hoof, was a pathetic, disgusting blank flank loser that didn't deserve to take a breath of anything that smelled even remotely less terrible.

Pepper Mill sniffed hard, filling his lungs with the putrid air right as Twist let out yet another moist stink bomb equally as horrible as her previous one. He gagged mid-breath, and the overworked fillies holding him turned their heads away coughing.

But Pepper Mill managed to finish his powerful inhalation, his body shaking with disgust as he did.

After another minute of smelling Twist's butt and her fruitless attempts to push out more gas, she and Spoon swapped places again. After sniffing Twist, Spoon's plot was nothing, and Pepper Mill managed to sniff deeply without moaning or struggling at all. Spoon was pleased with his obedience, but also slightly annoyed with his ability to handle her scent. There was no winning with her.

Sooner or later, after every filly's plot was thoroughly sniffed, Pepper Mill was left lying on the floor to get a bully break. Even the three fillies who didn't join in on the bullying initially were all threatened to contribute. Although the feisty orange pegasus with a purple mane had to be held down as well to keep her ass on his snout, her struggling accidentally caused her to face-fart him against her own intent, resulting in a roomful of laughter at her expense as well as his.

After that, the three non-sadistic fillies were let go since there was no way Cheerilee was still on school ground to be tattled to, and they all left the changing room, heads held low in shame.

After a couple of minutes, Tiara stepped up once more.

"Okay, retard, time for your real punishment. A little extra fart sniffing is just not gonna cut it for your transgressions. Fart sniffing is your daily life anyways. A punishment needs to be something special."

Pepper Mill gulped.

Soon, he found himself tied with towels to one of the benches, surrounded by giggling fillies planning something terrible.

He felt another pair of gym panties being placed on top of his face, and then another pair of top of those. They smelled sour and sweaty.

Diamond Tiara loomed in over his restrained head with her backside, her almost hairless, virgin, vagina resting on his snout. The sweet and sour scent of her barely pubescent pony pussy could be smelled through the equally sour panties on his face.

"Have you ever heard of waterboarding, blank flank? It's an actual torture method that adults use to mistreat prisoners. It works by putting a piece of cloth over the victim’s face and drenching them in water, making small amounts of water seep into their lungs when they breathe, so that they constantly feel like drowning. I thought something like that would be fitting as a punishment. Only, it would be a waste of water to use on such a loser..."

Pepper Mill's heart pounded as he began struggling again. Two fillies came to hold him down and ensure he didn’t escape his bindings.

"...So I decided to use pee instead. Much more fitting for a loser like yourself."

Pepper Mill starts crying loudly again. This was about to go from extremely harsh bullying to actual torture.

"Shut the fuck up,” snapped Tiara as she unloaded her bladder and pissed all over the face of that stupid blank flank loser. Her salty liquid drenched the panties on his snout and seeped into his mouth and nostrils, making him cough violently. It tasted and smelled awfully strong and bitter. He felt like drowning.

As soon as she was empty of piss, she rotated with the next filly to ensure that the piss stream on Pepper Mill's face was as constant as possible. She wanted him to constantly feel the drowning sensation.

But she went straight for her apple juice in hopes that she'd get to give him a second faceful before it was time to call it quits (and maybe to taunt Apple Bloom about how happy she should be that her farm’s products went towards the noble cause of Pepper Mill’s punishment).

She got to. And after that, she got to give him a third, and then a fourth.

After being pissboarded for about fifteen minutes, the girls were out of apple juice, and most of them were late getting home.

And so they called it a day, leaving Pepper Mill behind to be rescued by the Ponyville squash team that they knew would be playing in a few hours... he had better hope there were some mares on that team. Otherwise, he would be lying drenched in urine until tommorow.

Pepper Mill was still gargling on piss as they turned off the light and left him to breathe through the soaking panties for a while, continuing to cough and splutter even as they walked out the door.

"I bet you'll be wearing your sign tommorrow, right, fart slave?"

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