A Fart Slave for Fillies

All weekend, Diamond Tiara spent thinking about all the bullying she was going to make Pepper Mill go through. She could barely sleep at night, that was how excited she was.

Her parents, thinking their recent shower of expensive gifts was what had caused their daughter's sudden increase in happiness, were both very pleased with their efforts, and they spent the whole weekend celebrating their parenting skills, with wine and fine dining. (Not really in contrast to what they usually did.)

Happiness befell the Rich family estate, and Tiara's excitement only grew ever greater, as Monday got closer.

She had so many ideas of what to do with her bully victim. (Most of which involved farting on him.) She had been a creative little devil, though, and made a device to aid her in her bullying tactics. A gas mask where the filter was replaced with attachable air-tight tubes, each of which was sewn onto the ass part of a pair of panties, making it so that Pepper Mill, while wearing this device, could sniff farts for multiple fillies at once. (She, of course, didn't build it herself. Why would she when she has such a large pony staff to boss around?)

She could barely contain her excitement as she went to bed late Sunday night. She almost didn't get any sleep because of it. A scenario that was less than ideal since she hadn't slept well the two previous nights either. She constantly checked the clock to see how far she was, from finally getting to put her fart mask on Pepper Mill, imagining his face of sadness and disgust as she would strap it onto his stupid loser face.

The time seemed endless, but eventually, her alarm rang, and she happily got out of bed to prepare for school. She quickly ate her brunch and even skipped her morning massage, that's how busy she was taking off.

She came prepared, excited and ready to bully. On the other hoof, the blank flank loser did not. Cheerilee called Pepper Mill’s name three times at attendance and got no response. Diamond Tiara realized the slave whom she had forbidden to stay home from school defied her and did exactly that.

He had disappointed her. And Silver Spoon and the other fillies, but most importantly her. She had waited so long, and then he just decided to breach his contract. Did he think he would get away with this?

That would have seemed to be the case, because all week, Pepper Mill stayed home. Each day he didn’t show up, Diamond Tiara got angrier and angrier. How fucking dare he disobey her like this?

Friday was the last straw. She needed her fix. More than ever before, Pepper Mill needed a punishment. A harsh punishment. Much harsher than just pissboarding. Something truly devious. Something to put him in his place once and for all. Something to satisfy Diamond Tiara after missing a whole week's worth of schoolyard torture.

Her idea of a punishment was—

“We should—“

“Shut up, Sunny!”

Her idea of a punishment was going to make Pepper Mill pay. Both for his absenteeism, and for inspiring Sunny Daze to propose her stupid ideas unprompted. Maybe Silver Spoon was onto something about kicking her out.

Her plan was pretty spontaneous, but with her endless wealth, she could afford to be spontaneous.

She planned a party. A party that would be held in her own private mansion. The one her parents gave her just a few weeks ago. She intended on making one special guest the center of attention, and Diamond Tiara would ensure that he showed up. All her filly friends would be very inconvenienced if he wasn't there. After all, there were no toilets near the room where she intended to host the party.