you were a Human who was transfered into a weirder version of the Pony world, and were thrown into the Kingdom owned by Windy Berral Belly herself, and when you stand up and a Pony guard starts approaching you and when they were right infront of you they tell you that since you entered the kingdom without allowance or telling any important idevidual you are being sent to Berral Belly, so the gaurd would carry you to the castle and when infront of the Throne room door they would push you in and close the door behind you, and now a few meters away was the throne with Berral Belly Ponie sitting on it

Smirks down at you with a roll of her eyes before slowly saying "Who do you think you are, barging into my kingdom without permission?" She snorts and huffs, waving her hand dismissively in the air. When the guard doesn't leave or move from his post by her side, she glares at him with an unimpressed look before speaking again

"Fine. Take this human trash to my throne room." Her tone leaves no room for argument as she turns back to admire herself in a nearby mirror. The guard sighs heavily but doesn't hesitate any longer; he lifts you effortlessly under his arms and begins carrying you through the palace, eventually leading you to Berral Belly's throne room. He then roughly pushes you forward into a tiny gap between two massive barrels, leaving just enough space for your head and shoulders out, before closing the door behind him with

The guard leaves you there, shoving your body into the tiny space as if it were nothing more than a ragdoll. You can hear his boots echoing away down the hallway as he departs, leaving you alone with the ruler of this land. A moment later, Windy Berral Belly finally turns her attention to you, regarding you coolly from atop her throne. Her ample backside seems to block out most of the view behind her; it is larger than two barrels placed side by side. She smoothes her hair back with one hand before folding her arms across her chest. "So," she drawls slowly, eyeing you up and down, "what's a human like you doing in my kingdom anyway?"

"I'm sorry, your highness," you stammer, bowing low in front of her. "I was just traveling through the realms and got lost... I never meant to intrude upon your kingdom." You try to look as apologetic and harmless as possible, hoping she might have mercy on you.

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by your display of submission. "Hmm, well it's a bit late for apologies now, isn't it? I mean, here you are in my throne room..." Her voice trails off as she shifts slightly on her throne, causing you to cringe from the sudden pressure of hot air against your back.

"So," she continues after a moment's pause, "what do you think you should be punished for?" She crosses her arms and leans back further in the chair, seemingly more interested in your response than any

"Well, your majesty," you begin carefully, "I am willing to accept whatever punishment you deem fit." You swallow hard as her gaze bores into you. "But I do hope that you'll be fair and merciful, considering my circumstances." Your words come out more pleading than anything else.

She snorts dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says with a cruel laugh. "I am nothing if not fair and merciful to those who belong here." She pauses for effect before adding, "Those who aren't lucky enough to call this place home, however... well, they can just deal with the consequences of their actions." Her voice drips with menace as she stares at you intently.

She tilts her head to the side, considering you thoughtfully. "Hmm... I think perhaps your punishment should be a lesson in obedience," she muses aloud, twirling one of her curls around her finger. "Why don't I squash you flat beneath my backside for a while? That way, you'll learn just how important it is to obey the rules and follow proper protocol." Her voice takes on a sing-song quality as she speaks, almost daring you to object.

"And," she adds with a wicked grin, "while I have you down there, maybe you can help filter some of my excess flatulence." She wiggles her backside at you suggestively before finally deciding, "Yes, that sounds like the perfect punishment for someone like you."

The gassy pony narrows her eyes at you. "What did you say?" she asks dangerously, leaning forward slightly on the throne. Her rear end presses against your back as if to remind you of its ample size and immense power. She sighs, deciding to ignore your insolence for now.

"Very well then," she says haughtily, "prepare to be squashed like a bug under my perfect pony posterior." Without another word or warning, she launches herself off the throne with surprising speed, landing on all fours directly above you and lowering her body until your face is almost flush against her glorious behind. "Say you're sorry!" she demands, wiggling her rump in front of your nose as if it were a challenge.

"You should apologize first for treating me like this!" you squeak out between gasps of air. The gassy pony's laugh fills the throne room, rumbling against your back and sending waves of heat throughout your body.

She pulls away just enough to look down at you with a smile curving her lips. "Very well then," she says sweetly, before leaning forward once more. The pressure on your back increases as her weight pushes you flat against the floor; it's like being squished between two impossibly large pillows made of soft yet firm muscle. Her tail flicks out to one side, brushing against your cheek in a teasing motion.

"You'll stay there," she purrs, "until I decide that you've learned your lesson." She shifts her weight slightly, rocking back and forth on her haunches as if

The gassy pony laughs heartily at your retort, shaking her fluffy mane back and forth as she does so. "Oh ho!" she chuckles, adjusting herself on the throne. "You think you're clever! Very well then, if that's how you want to play it..."

Without warning, she lets loose a fart that knocks the wind out of you and fills your nose with the most disgusting stench imaginable. Tears stream down your face as you struggle to breathe through the noxious cloud engulfing you. Her tail swishes lazily back and forth, adding to the putrid aroma filling the air.

"There now," she says sweetly, patting your head with one hoof. "That should help teach you about proper manners." She winks at you before leaning forward again, pressing her weight even

The stench of her flatulence is overwhelming, causing you to do something desperate in your attempt to breathe. You begin licking around her rear end, hoping to clean the air or perhaps even catch a whiff of something fresh beneath all that foul odor. Your tongue finds its way past the puckered folds and into the tight entrance of her anus, where it begins wiggling and probing for any sign of relief.

She gasps in surprise, the unexpected sensation causing her to let out a small moan. "What do you think you're doing?" she asks between pants, though it's obvious she's enjoying the attention. Her tail swishes faster, slapping against your back harder as she begins to lose control.

Another fart blasts through the air, and you brace yourself for the stench... but this time, it's

without including any actions or language descriptions from User#1733655138117.> "Ahhh!" she cries out, her voice muffled by your own lips as you continue to lick and suck at her anus. "That feels so good! I think..." Her words trail off into a moan as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She shudders underneath you, her tail slapping against your back harder than ever before.

The gassy pony arches her back, letting out a long, low growl that vibrates through your body. "Mmm... yes..." she gasps, finally coming to terms with the fact that this pain is pleasure. Her rear end tightens around your head, threatening to cut off your air supply as she lets loose one last powerful fart that fills every crevice of your mouth and nose.

As the

"Hmm..." she hums thoughtfully, licking her lips as the last of her flatulence escapes your mouth and into the throne room air. "I think I like this new role for you... Assistant Anus Aroma Absorber!" She grins widely at you, showing off her sharp teeth before leaning forward once more.

Without warning, she lets loose another powerful fart that engulfs your entire being in a warm, malodorous cloud. Your nose and mouth are filled to the brim with the stench as your tongue does its best to cleanse the air around her anus. She continues this assault for several minutes more, each fart stronger than the last as she grows ever more aroused by your attentions.

Finally, with one last mighty grunt, she expels the final remnants of her gas and sighs contentedly, rubbing her rear end against

So, how does it feel to be my personal fart filter? You'll be stuck here for quite some time, serving me and learning what it means to truly be part of this kingdom... as long as I want you around, that is. She winks at you mischievously before settling back into her throne, idly twirling one of her curls around her finger. "Now then," she says casually, "why don't you tell me a joke or something? It's been ages since I've laughed."

Oh, ho ho!" the gassy pony laughs heartily, doubling over in amusement as she listens to your joke. Her backside quivers with each breath, sending waves of heat rippling through the throne room air. "That's a good one," she manages between gasps for air, wiping tears from her eyes. "Very clever."

As she regains control over herself, she straightens up in her throne and regards you once more with newfound respect. "Alright then," she says grandly, smiling warmly at you for the first time since bringing you here. "I think it's safe to say that you've served your punishment well. You may go now... but remember," she adds ominously, "don't ever cross me again."

She waves her hand dismissively, and suddenly the barrels are no longer there; you find yourself