A Fart Slave for Fillies

Pepper Mill did not own any fancy clothing. He, in fact, didn't really own any clothing at all other than his winter stuff. But that wasn't going to stop him from trying to look swell. He had styled his mane as best he could and had put on his scarf in an effort to look at least a little stylish.

His stubby tail was the one thing he really didn't like about his appearance. Other than his lack of a cutie mark.

His solution ended up being to attach his mother's spare wig to it. She had undergone chemotherapy last year, and had lost her mane because of it. Since he and his mother had the same color of mane and tail, he though it didn't look half bad.

And so, he went on in pursuit of a night to forget his troubles. A night spend among his fellow foals, without sniffing farts.

It was a long walk to get to the forest mansion the address lead to. As he finally arrived he was awestruck by the sheer size of the place. Behind the fence laid a large garden with four fountains each of equal size to the one in Ponyville Square, and the building itself was several stories tall. It adorned windows spanned several meters in height, and it even had spears like a castle.

It was beautiful, but there was something ominous about the place. He had somehow gotten it into his head that a place like this would not be where Apple Bloom would host a party, but then again, what did he know?

Slowly, he walked up to the front door and knocked. The atmosphere did not get less eerie as the gigantic door opened seemingly by itself, but there was light inside and there seemed to be sound coming from a room a little further in.

"H—hello?" Pepper Mill nervously called out as he walked into the hall.

As soon as he had made it more than a meter into the entrance, the door slammed behind him, causing him to jump up in fear.

He quickly turned around to see what happened, but wished he hadn't, because what he saw made his heart jump with fear and sink back down with sadness. He knew now that his night of lighthearted fun was never going to come. He knew that Apple Bloom, the one filly who had truly defended him in the past, had lied to him. He knew that he was here to be punished.

He turned away from Peachy Pie and Coconut Cream who were holding the door closed, and he galloped into the mansion, hoping to find another way out.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he dashed towards a window at the end of the hall.

He was stopped by more fillies before he reached it. They laid on top of him and held him to the ground. He tried to move, but to no avail. His crying turned audible as he begged for his freedom, but he knew it wasn't coming anytime soon.

He heard the clicking of fancy horseshoes approaching, slowly and menacingly. He looked up in horror as Tiara’s second-in-command, Silver Spoon herself, stood before him, smiling. He looked down yet again to avoid eye contact.

The volume of his sobs decreased, but his sadness didn’t.

"Welcome to your punishment-party, Pepper Filth!" she chirped, causing the fillies holding him down to giggle.

He didn't answer. He just sobbed and sniffled some more, awaiting the upcoming torture.

The fillies tied him up. He struggled a bit, but Spoon's stern look kept him from going against them too much.

Once he was restrained, Spoon watched the clique drag him upstairs (minus herself, obviously, that was grunt work). His body bumped painfully against the stairs.

They dragged him into the party hall where she awaited.

Pepper Mill looked around the room while they dragged him through it. It was decorated nicely with glitter and balloons, and there was a variety of snacks including soda, candy, chips, cake, nuts, and nachos.

He was brought before Tiara. She sat on a large chair at the furthest end of the room, like a queen on her throne. She smiled cruelly at the frightened colt. He didn't want to meet her eyes, but Peachy Pie held his head so he had no choice. He dared not close his teary eyes in her presence.

"So..." she said, while nonchalantly inspecting one of her newly polished hooves. "Are you ready to be tortured, you stinky little loser?"

Pepper Mill's ears flopped down. He was slowly starting to accept his fate. He knew he couldn't escape this, and even if he could, they would just make it worse for him once they caught him again. All he could possibly do was bargain.

He sniffled and sobbed as he spoke, his voice tainted with fear and defeat.

"P-please, I will do whatever you want. J-just please don't pissboard me."

Tiara liked hearing him grovel very much. The look of sadness in his eyes fit that stupid little blank flank perfectly.

"Pissboarding? Do you think that’s the worst we can do?" she asked with gleeful sadism.

She rose from her throne and trotted towards the shivering colt. "First, you're going to lick all of our asses clean, you got that!? We'll see if you give us any reason to go easy on you after that."

Pepper Mill knew he didn't have a choice. This was what he had been trying to run away from all along. Cleaning butts was not something he could bring himself to do without some encouragement. But he had plenty of that now. How awful his time at this party would be, depended on his efforts now.

He cried as he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out. He tried to prepare himself for the eminent taste of his bully's anus.

His captors laughed at his pathetic display.

"Oh. My. Celestia. Look at him! He's just waiting to lick your butt, DT!" said Silver Spoon.

Tiara, satisfied with her victim's unwilling compliance, turned her rump around and lowered it down towards his face. She stopped a few inches away from sitting on him.

"Before cleaning it, sniff my plot,” she commanded authoritatively.

Pepper Mill, frightened and desperate to both prolong the time he had before he had to eat ass and avoid whatever punishment they had in store for him, complied.

He placed his nostrils against her moist plothole and inhaled the horrible, musky stench. It immediately caused him to gag and cough. She clearly hadn't bathed since last time she asked him to wash her ass.

"Do you like the smell?" she asked, while her affiliates giggled at their victim's misery.

Pepper Mill whimpered as he sniffed it again, taking in the vile stench.

Tiara signaled to one of her guests to hold his head in place, and Pepper felt a pair of hooves grab him and force him further in between Tiara's sweaty ass cheeks.

He whimpered some more at the added torture, and as Tiara finally gave him the command he already knew was coming, his whimpering turned to cries, silenced by his torturer's plot cheeks.

"Enough smelling! Clean me!" she shouted while wiggling her nasty plot in his poor face.

Slowly, he opened his mouth again, and Tiara helped to align her anus with it. There was no way out of this. He had to oblige.

Reluctantly, he placed his tongue on her dirty, musky rectum, and licked it.

He tried his best to be somewhere else in his mind, as he tasted Tiara's week-old ass musk, to the sound of giggling fillies.

"Eeeeew! He's actually doing it! He's licking my ass!"

"What a loser!"

"I bet he likes it!"

"Serves him right!"

"You should totally fart on his tongue, girl!"

Pepper Mill whimpered as his classmates berated him during his nasty suffering.

"You better do a good job down there," commanded Diamond Tiara, putting more pressure on his muzzle. "When you're done cleaning me, I'm gonna put my anus in your open eye, so if it's not shining clean, I'm gonna give you pink eye!"

He continued to tongue her stink star, slurping down her ass musk, which made him nauseous.

After a short minute, his tormenter rose from his face, a string of saliva hanging between his poor tongue and her asshole.

"Turn him around," she commanded, and the fillies turned him to lie on his back. "Now keep his eye open," she continued.

Coconut Cream forced his left eye open. Tiara sat down on his face and forced her spit-covered asshole onto his pupil.

Pepper Mill, having been frightened into total obedience had done a great job at cleaning her rump, so as disgusting as this felt he wasn't fearing an eye infection. Tiara, sadly, had no intentions of playing fair with him.

He felt a dreadful, warm, dry, and stinging feeling as his bully farted into his open eye, while the fillies, yet again, giggled loudly.

"Ooooops. Have fun with your pink eye, blank flank!" Tiara chirped happily, right as a second foul eruption escaped her ass, causing Pepper Mill to also smell the sour girl-gas. A significant amount of it was building up around his face.

She then rose, and rewarded her best friend for her help in controlling Cheerilee with the next turn with Pepper Mill.

Spoon farted before she had even sat down.

"Smell it, loser!" she commanded, and the crying mess of a pony below her tight, plump plot complied with her command, inhaling the eggy stench.

She sat down and pooted again, forcing Pepper Mill to smell it at point blank range. He gagged at the scent of her emissions.

"Hey, blank flank! Less whining, more cleaning!" she shouted, as she lifted her ass just enough to allow her victim to open his mouth. Despite not wanting to, he did. She sat back down as he cleaned her asshole out. She farted straight down his throat, making his stomach turn, but he didn't puke. He cleaned her. After which she gave him the same treatment Tiara had with his other eye.

After her, he cleaned another plot, and then another. He licked asses until everypony had taken their turn. Everypony, except for Twist that was. He knew Twist was the smelliest of all the fillies in class, and he knew Tiara was probably saving her for last for a reason. Even so, nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

Before Twist took her turn, his bullies forced a ring gag in his mouth.

"You may be an obedient little bitch when we punish you, but I don't trust you to do your job without a ring gag when it's her turn," proclaimed Diamond Tiara in a devious voice, clearly enjoying herself quite a bit.

Pepper Mill's heart started pounding. He only had one plot left to clean. He had to do it. How bad could it be?

As he asked himself this, Twist’s moderately large plot loomed over his face. He watched in horror as she swished her tail to keep the flies away from her filthy rectum. Her stink-star was brown with residue from previous toilet visits, and Pepper Mill could practically smell its stench already.

He wiggled and whined, trying to crawl away from her filthy plot, but the other fillies stopped him.

"You're not going anywhere," said Diamond Tiara with sadistic glee.

He turned his head to the side in a last desperate attempt to avoid her nasty ass. He had already been degraded from an air filter to an ass-sponge. He would do anything to not be degraded further into Twist's toilet paper.

"We'll pissboard you if you don't look up right now," threatened Tiara angrily.

Pepper Mill didn't comply. He couldn't bring himself to let Twist sit on his face. Not with such a nasty posterior.

He cried in silence as his tormentors forced his face upwards manually, and Twist slowly lowered her lightly brown-colored rear down towards her soon to be seat.

The stench was unbearable and accompanied by the sound of fleeing flies. It was at least twice as smelly as Tiara's ass had been and she had been the smelliest filly so far.

It smelled more of ass musk than shit, but the harsh scent of feces was without a doubt present.

She planted her underage plot upon her victim's open mouth and he gagged instinctively in response, his cries once again turning audible.

"Eeeeeeew!" the fillies laughed all at once, Twist blushing deeply in embarrassment. Why did Pepper Mill find her anus to be so much worse than everypony else’s? Was that supposed to be a good thing? After all, the point was to make him suffer. Was it her weight? She was a bit chubby. Was she crushing him?

She didn't understand just how low her hygiene standards truly were compared to the other fillies. Before Pepper Mill, she showered maybe once a week where the other fillies showered almost daily. Always eager to please, when Tiara had told her not to be as thorough with her cleaning while they bullied Pepper Mill, she had pretty much stopped cleaning herself at all.

Beneath her, her victim laid moaning in torment between her chubby butt cheeks. Even without licking it, her ass emitted a rank taste into his mouth, and the dock of her tail that laid upon his nostrils was sweaty, stinky, and had a little bit of ass and shit smell on it from having occasionally touched her anus.

"Is he licking?" asked Tiara curiously, sensing disgust from Pepper Mill, but not as much as she had hoped for.

"N—no," replied Twist, slightly sad that she was the only filly Pepper Mill refused to clean.

"As a penalty for refraining from licking the plot presented to you, you will receive three bucks to the testicles," declared Diamond Tiara.

Alula turned her back to the tied up colt and bucked in between his legs. He cried in intense pain. The very next moment he felt the second swift kick, and it hit him so hard he felt an urge to puke. (Not that he didn't already, with Twist facesitting him.)

The third kick hit him and he screamed at the top of his lungs into Twist's ass, much to the amusement of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

"You better clean her up now, or you're getting another three kicks, loser!"

Through a face full of tears, Pepper Mill finally pushed his tongue against Twist’s filthy, shitty stink-star and licked at it. Its brown color transferred to his tongue. His tastebuds felt the nasty taste of her incredibly potent asshole and leftover shit smears. He puked into his mouth. He couldn't hold it back, but since he was lying he had no choice but to swallow it again and continue eating out Twist’s plot. He lapped up her nasty, scatty grime. As he did, she farted into his open mouth, increasing the torture.

The worst thing was that he already knew there would be more torture afterwards.