Baking Buddies - Anon x Pinkie Pie (face farts)


                                             “Ahh! Cookies fresh outta the oven, the greatest smell in all of Equestria!”

                                            Pinkie struggles not to drool all over the baking tray as she carries it to the kitchen surface. You aren’t quite sure how she’s able to carry it in her mouth with it being scolding hot, but it’s just another one of those weird pony things you’re better off blindly accepting.


                                            This is attempt number four, and you’re not too proud to admit that you were the cause of the last three being utter failures. Too little flour, too little sugar, totally burning them all into discs of coal… but you let Pinkie take the lead this time and the end result is just incredible.


                                            You slump against the cabinet behind you. Sitting on the floor like this probably isn’t the most hygienic, but Pinkie sure doesn’t seem to mind. You can’t even count on both hands the number of times she tested the dough by licking it right out of the bowl.

                                            And besides, from down here you have a perfect view of Pinkie Pie’s wide, bubbly rump swaying left and right, almost hypnotic.


                                            You haven’t been able to stop staring at it all morning. Pinkie’s plot is just… breathtaking, to be frank. This mare eats a steady diet of sugar and fat and it goes straight to all the right places.


                                            Pinkie either hasn’t noticed your fascination with her rump or she’s too kind to call you out on it. If she IS aware of your fixation then right now she must be deliberately teasing you. Her hips swing to the left… to the right… the fat jiggles at the end of each sweep, they’re so plump that they squeeze tightly in the middle, concealing both her plothole and much of her mareparts.


                                            You bend your neck forwards, trying desperately to catch a quick whiff of her ass on the breeze that its swaying movements have created.

                                            Just one little sniff…


                                            You reopen your eyes to the sight of Pinkie’s badonk coming right at you.

                                            Before you even have the chance to call out or ready yourself it slams back into your head, she just sat right down on you like a barstool!


                                            A lumpy one, it would seem. Instead of immediately realizing she sat on your face and not a cushion, she rocks herself back and forward to get comfy, smearing your face up and down her expansive asscrack which smells lightly of the sweat she has worked up cooking with you all morning.


                                            You just stay still. Warm, fuzzy fat pools around your head, even reaching your ears, and your nose and mouth are pressed up quite firmly against her hot, tacky marebits. Her plothole clenches your nostrils. Her labia dribbles slightly onto your lips.


                                            “Oh, wow! The chocolate melted so good! Mmm-mm!” Her voice is muffled.


                                            With every breath comes the smell of Pinkie Pie’s raw asshole jammed up against your nose. It’s salty, but remarkably smells more like minty raspberry. If not for the tinge of steamy sweat her ass would smell pretty fresh.


                                            “Wouldn’t you agree, my helpful little assistant?”


                                            She pauses for your response, which never comes.


                                            “Helpful little assistant?” She asks again, looking all around her until all at once she works out where you are.


                                            Outside light bleeds into your view as Pinkie leans to one side, opening a small gap between her pussy lips and your face to peer through with a wide grin.


                                            “What are you doing down there, silly?” She starts to giggle, certainly a more favorable response than you were expecting.


                                            “You, uh…” Your mouth is still smothered slightly by her butt. “You kinda sat on me, Pinkie.”


                                            “I did! Hahaha! Oh, gosh! I’m sorry, Nonny! I’m such a klutz!”


                                            She settles back down and wedges your nose a little deeper into her muscled ring.


                                            “I’ll get up in just a sec, Nonny, but it would be criminal not to give these cookies a taste first!”


                                            And with this, you soon hear the sounds of her munching and crunching away. You’re still in awe at the situation for a variety of reasons. The entire morning you've been obsessing over Pinkie Pie’s trunk and… here it is squashed all over your face. You quite honestly wish she’d just stay put for the rest of the day, not only is this arousing, it’s also very comfortable.


                                            You close your eyes and just enjoy this while it lasts. Every few seconds she adjusts her position on your head, pressing her soft, warm ass fat into different parts of your face when she does. You can’t stop sniffing on her asshole, the scent of it is absolutely delicious. However, this is about to change…


                                            Pinkie’s tummy gurgles. She doesn’t even seem to notice it, but you sure do. From your position it sounds more like the growl of an angry beast than a stomach rumble.

                                            And then, breaking your peace and comfort, it happens.


                                            Prrt


                                            A short, hot rush of air tickles against your nostrils. It takes a couple of seconds to set in. Pinkie just farted in your face!


                                            “Whoopsie! D’you hear that, Nonny? I just tooted! Hehe!”


                                            Hear it? You’re pressed into her cheeks, of course you heard it. And what’s more you smell it. Your nostrils are immediately infiltrated by a sour, slightly milky scent. Quite bland but fragrant and rotten enough that there’s no question of where it came from.


                                            “Sorry! Sorry! That just slipped out, I promise, lemme just get up and I’ll…”

                                            She leans left, right, hoisting herself up from your head with a strain, but only manages to rip an incredibly loud, bubbling fart all over your face as she rises.


                                            “Oh my gosh, Nonny! I’m so sorry!”


                                            The stench of spoiled milk and candies burns your throat on the way down to your lungs. But... in kind of a nice way.


                                            Actually, the more you take deep breaths of Pinkie’s flatulence the more you find the smell oddly appealing. It’s by no means pleasant, but something about such a filthy fragrance coming from a mare, and from Pinkie in particular.

                                            This strange fascination leads you to do something incredibly stupid.


                                            While Pinkie is trying to stand up off your face to spare you the rest of her fumes, you reach both hands up, firmly grab her hips, and pull her back down onto your head.


                                            “Whoa!”


                                            You sniff her stinky asshole like a ravenous dog. It still has that off, sweet raunchy smell from her precious bubblefest of a fart. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with you?


                                            “Don’t tell me you actually like that, Nonny!”


                                            She takes one look downwards at the bulge in your pants and has her answer.


                                            “Oh my goodness! You do! You totally love my farts!”


                                            You answer her with a few eager licks up and down her puckered hole. Tastes kinda sugary.


                                            “Hehe! That’s a little weird, even by my standards, buuut...”


                                            Oh, Jesus. She just started stroking your bonerbulge with her hind hoof. It feels incredible, you fail to suppress a moan.


                                            “You have been a very helpful little assistant today! Even if you burned that one batch... but these cookies came out so perfect I’d say you earned yourself a treat!”


                                            Your heart actually leaps in your chest at the promise of more gas to inhale, and you don’t have long to wait for it.

                                            Pinkie leans forward on your head and cuts a quick fart into your greedy nostrils. It’s a quiet one, the only thing you hear is an airy hiss for a few seconds, but that just means the wonderful scent is all the more intense.


                                            As she hears your fervent whiffs and sniffs Pinkie giggles and teases your cock even harder with her hoof. She decides this method isn’t really efficient, and plunges her head all the way down to your pants to unzip you with her teeth instead.


                                            The outside air is slightly colder against your cock as it springs to attention in front of her. Pinkie is now lying all her weight over your body with your face still sandwiched snugly in her flanks. A rude honk blasts you in the face as she sets to work licking up and down your shaft, the way she swirls it all the way around and kisses the head gives the impression she’s had some experience in this area. If not, she’s a born natural.


                                            After a little more slurping and salivating on your tool she begins to wrap her lips around it and take it all the way into her mouth. Silky, slimy wetness surrounds your length and you groan in absolute bliss.


                                            Your moans of pleasure are drowned out by some more loud, wet farts. These somehow smell even stronger than the last ones, you can even pick up a hint of the raw eggs from the pounds of cookie dough she’s consumed all morning.


                                            In fact, you start to suspect that the raw cookie dough was the culprit for Pinkie’s gas. Her farts come more frequently, gushing out against your face, progressively meatier and bubblier, and progressively stinking more and more like rotten eggs.


                                            Those faint, sugary puffing farts are a distant memory now, her watery, repetitive bubbling braps hit you with a mercilessly strong sulfur stench. Ordinarily a smell this foul would make your nostrils curl and prompt you to head for the nearest open window, but with Pinkie guzzling on your cock and pumping acrid fumes into your lungs you just can’t get enough of it.


                                            “Oh gosh! I can’t stop em, Nonny!”


                                            One impressively long, absolutely wretched smelling ripper finishes you off. You blow round after round of hot cum down her throat, Pinkie gulps down every last drop until she’s certain that you’re empty, then finally lifts her head up with a parting kiss on your glans.


                                            A final fart sputters into your exhausted face as Pinkie stands.


                                            She gets one sniff of you and playfully fans her face with her hoof.


                                            “Pee-yew, Nonny! You stink! Or, I guess what I mean is I stink! Hehe!”


                                            “Haah... yeah...”


                                            You finally hoist yourself back up to your feet, still rather lightheaded and woozy after Pinkie’s impressive barrage of face farts. You don’t think you’re ever getting that smell out of your nose, and frankly you don’t want to.


                                            “Aw, shoot! I was so busy blasting your face with toots and sucking the creme outta your twinkie that the cookies have gone cold!” She scoops one up in her hoof with a pouty puppydog expression.


                                            “Don’t worry about it, Pinkie. I’m sure we can bake some more again soon!”


                                            “Oh, yeah! And then I can sit on your head like a saddle and fire Pinkie poots up your nostrils again! Same time tomorrow?”


                                            You’re taken aback. This pony is certainly eager.

                                            “S-Sounds good.”


                                            With a final wave goodbye, you stagger out of Sugarcube corner, still pinching your arm to make sure all of that really happened. As you pass through the front door you can hear a muffled fart exploding through the walls, followed by a delayed “Sorry, that’s was me!”. The customers all look around in alarm, but you can’t help but break out laughing.