A Fart Slave for Fillies

It came as a surprise when Pepper Mill found an invitation to a party in the mailbox. He didn't recall last time he saw something that wasn't a bill for mom in that box. He knew, however, that a party invite was much more likely to be a trap sent by his tormentor than an opportunity to have fun.

There was no return address on the letter and it didn't state who sent it. He could imagine Diamond Tiara snickering while writing this. He could see a scenario where he showed up, just to end up bound in a corner, where all the fillies would take turns face-farting him throughout the evening, their asses all sweaty and smelly from dancing.

The thought alone made him sick to his stomach, but that wouldn't all they did, not after him staying home for a week, he would be forced to lick their rumps clean, and he would definitely, without a doubt be pissboarded again.

The thought back to the horrible torture session he had been given as punishment. The taste and smell of urine, the feeling of drowning, the constant laughter, his inability to move.

He had no intentions of attending this party, naturally. The extraordinary risk was not only not equal to the reward, but it was also far more likely to happen.

He was about to curl the invite up and hide it from his mom so she wouldn't force him to go when a little yellow filly strolled by his house.

"Oh, hi Pepper Mill!," Apple Bloom called out as she waved to the startled colt. "So, are you coming to the party this evening? It's gonna be great."

Seeing one of the only nice fillies in class calling out to him in a friendly manner, without Diamond Tiara and her gang being there to tell her off, Pepper Mill felt like a burden was lifted from his tiny shoulders. He had been invited to a party, not by his cruel, trap-making tormentors, but by Apple Bloom.

He smiled at her, happy to be talking with one of his classmates like this.

"Uhm, yes, I will, if you don't mind," he answered blushing.

He closed her eyes, tilted her head and gave him the happiest smile he had seen from anypony other than Diamond Tiara since he moved here.

"Great. See you there then," she said as she trotted off.

Pepper Mill waved to her as she cheerfully clopped away. In this very soothing moment of his otherwise awful life, nothing could sway him from feeling happy. Even the way she bit her lip and looked back at him with concern, as she disappeared over the curved road, didn't bother him.

He was definitely coming to the party, now.

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"Did you tell him?" asked Diamond Tiara as her agent appeared, head held low in shame.

"Y-yes, I did. You'll hold up on your end of the bargain?" Apple Bloom asked back to the cruel filly she has agreed to work for.

"I will. Don't think I'm a liar. I have people for that," she answered tauntingly, making Apple Bloom feel even more ashamed. "In trade for you acting as bait, I will reduce the severity and length of his discipline from a week to two days."

Apple Bloom nodded, hating helping Diamond with her disturbing cause, but wishing to make Pepper Mill suffer as little as possible.

As little as possible, however, was most likely going to be a lot.