Behind Closed Doors Celestia x Twilight


                                            Twilight checks the bedside table another time, her worry turning to a full on panic.


                                            Not only has she snuck into Princess Celestia’s personal chambers, she has been rooting around her personal belongings. A million outcomes of this situation shuffle through Twilight’s mind and not one of them is good.


                                            “Oooh, she’ll know somepony’s been in here!” She mutters to herself, nervously dancing as she prances across to the fireplace.

                                            “Come on. Letters, letters, letters, where are you!?”


                                            And to think that all of this—the sneaking, the snooping, could all have been so easily avoided. If only Spike had sent Twilight’s friendship letter instead of… she can’t even let herself think about Celestia seeing that photo. Instead, she pushes such horrible thoughts aside and refocuses her search.


                                            Her cred as Celestia’s student got her access to the castle, it was easy to skulk her way up to the top floor and into the Princess’ quarters. But it’s nearly been an hour now, an hour of unsuccessful searching, and Celestia’s bound to return soon.


                                            Twilight dives under the bed but hears hooves on marble, just outside the door.


                                            “Shoot!” She pulls herself up and canters in place, desperately searching for a hiding spot. The door handle clicks.


                                            Not thinking, she bolts into Celestia’s wardrobe and eases it shut right as the door flies open.


                                            Through the tiny gap in the doors Twilight watches her regal leader strut inside and slam the door with a back leg.


                                            “Oh, thank Goodness it’s over! I’ve been holding this for hours…”


                                            Celestia checks outside the door before closing it again, giving one more cautionary look left and right before lifting her tail and relaxing her wings.


                                            And right there, before Twilight’s very eyes, Princess Celestia breaks wind.


                                            She has to stuff a hoof in her mouth just to keep from gasping. Celestia shows no remorse as the sound of her flatus fills the room, and this is no petite princess poot, it’s a thunderously loud explosion.


                                            This is some kind of dream, surely. Princesses DO NOT fart. Especially not Celestia! Isn’t that illegal, or something?


                                            Twilight’s respect for her leader diminishes more and more as that raucous fart bellows from Celly’s majestic tush for another four… five… almost six seconds.


                                            She sighs and struts further into the room, pausing mid-stride to tilt her ass and squeeze out another short bomb.


                                            “Mmm. On form like always, Celestia!” The Princess giggles to herself, “Thank goodness that didn’t slip out into the Baroness of Clydesdale’s face…”


                                            A single tear of betrayal rolls down Twilight’s cheek. Wait, no, that’s not betrayal… she was too shocked to notice it before but there’s a repulsive smell creeping its way into the enclosed wardrobe. Twilight sniffs it and nearly pukes. It’s Celestia’s fart, and it absolutely reeks!


                                            She stuffs herself farther back into the closet, trying to keep the noise to a minimum as she does so. Hearing Celestia cut the cheese was bad enough, now she has to smell it!


                                            Oh, and what a smell it is. Even Twilight’s own gas has never been as foul as what she’s enduring right now. It’s like a medley of rotting cabbage and sour milk all with just a hint of rancid wine, how in Equestria could such a miasma come from the PRINCESS!?


                                            Her luck goes from bad to worse as she notices Celestia coming toward the wardrobe. Her nostrils flare and it seems that her own brand is simply too much for even her.


                                            “Phew! Perhaps birthday cake for supper every night isn’t such a good idea after all…”


                                            Twilight’s blood runs cold. She closes her eyes and prays to whoever's listening that she doesn't open those doors.


                                            Celestia doesn’t, but what she does do is arguably even worse. The Princess turns, swinging her divine rear around to face the small opening in the closet doors.


                                            Now Twilight finds herself staring directly into the eye of the beast. She’d never expected to see the Princess’ pucker and certainly not in a situation like this.


                                            It wrinkles at her, before spreading to release another almighty gust of rotten air. This one’s a squeaker, and Twilight can unfortunately feel the moist airflow cutting through the gap in the doors and directly over her face.


                                            All she can do is hold her breath, close her eyes, and wait for it to die down. After a few more seconds it does, and Celestia sighs and marches away from the closet.


                                            Twilight gasps down a breath, but fails to consider the fact that farts linger, especially ones from an immortal and very flatulent goddess. The stench was bad before, now it’s absolutely intolerable.


                                            It takes all of Twilight's willpower not to gag, scream, or groan as she sits there stewing in her mentor’s fetid wind.


                                            After what feels like forever the smell starts to dissipate. Twilight slumps against the back of the wardrobe and realizes just how lightheaded she is.


                                            A rumbling tuba blast calls her attention and she cranes her neck forward to look through the slat again. Now Celestia’s on her bed, laying over the covers and circling her gut with a gilded hoof.

                                            Her eyes are closed comfortably, she seems to be enjoying herself. There's even a smirk at the corners of her lips.


                                            “Mmmn. Are you enjoying the show, Twilight Sparkle?”


                                            Twilight's blood turns to icy sludge. Did she hear that right? How could she possibly know!?


                                            Celestia’s gaze turns to the closet.

                                            “You can come out, I know you’re in there.”


                                            Twilight holds her position. Even if she wanted to reveal herself her body is frozen in place.


                                            Celestia rolls her eyes and lights her horn. Twilight is wrapped in a magical yellow glow and tugged out through the doors, stumbling once, twice, before landing in a puddle of frilly princess panties and socks.


                                            “So, you enjoy seeing your leader banish wind without her knowledge?”


                                            “No! You don’t understand, you see, I-“


                                            Celestia raises a hoof to silence her, “Worry not, my child. We all have our curiosities. Whether or not the ruler of ponykind possesses such vulgar bodily functions is not an unusual one."


                                            Celestia slips off the bed and prowls over to her cowering student. She seems larger than a dragon right now, and about five times as scary.


                                            "Though I must say it's been a few hundred years since my previous encounter with... this manner of interest."


                                            Celestia seems to be taking this all quite well. She doesn't even sound mad. In fact, her voice is as collected as ever. Pleased, almost.


                                            "There was once a stallion from Trottingham who slipped away from a castle tour to spy through the bathroom keyhole."

                                            Tia giggles and starts to pace around Twilight in a circle, never letting that striking gaze away from her pupil, "I forgot his name now, but he had a curious penchant for watching Princesses drop apples." She rather crudely remarks, "You should have seen how flustered he was when I caught him!"


                                            While Celestia regales Twilight, the unicorn is bundled there on the floor trying to work out what's coming next. Punishment? Imprisonment?


                                            Celestia lowers her long, slender neck so her face is level to Twilight's.

                                            "If you wanted to hear me pass gas, you only needed to ask..." She whispers in a silky soft tone.


                                            Twilight stares curiously into Celestia's eyes, which suddenly clench shut as the princess forces out another enormous release. Twilight flinches at the sound then curls up at the ensuing stench.

                                            "Mnn, Ahh~ You know, the timing is quite perfect. I'm absolutely exhausted after today's meetings, and horribly bloated. It's simply impossible to sleep with such an abominable smell coming out the other end of me."


                                            Again Twilight feels that familiar tickle as Celestia's sparkling magic cradles her. This time she's lifted up into the air, and floated over to the Princess' bed. Celestia plops her down and swaddles her in the loose, satiny blankets. Around her is moist darkness, and a distant smell of something fierce still clinging to the fabric.

                                            "But now you're here, I can relinquish the burden onto your eager little lungs, Twilight."


                                            A wet plarp leaks out from exertion as Celestia clambers back into bed and under the covers, where Twilight is pressed right against the warm royal rear.


                                            "There, isn't that comfy? Now there's no need to feel ashamed, my little pony. You can hear my bowel's discontent and breathe my expulsions as much as you like. There is no judgment in my domain, Twilight Sparkle..."

                                            A silent, sputtering rip puffs into Twilight's face. She groans at the direct hit of veggie-filled Princess flatus, but cannot wriggle free of her leader's magic grasp no matter how hard she tries, nor can she wrestle away the press of the heavy blanket above her.

                                            "Now, good-night, my beloved little fart-sniffer~" Celly coos, cozying her head up into her pillow while easing out a long, steaming cloud of funk that fries Twilight's nostrils with the smell of burnt milk. There are tears in her eyes, and at this point she's honestly not sure if it's because of the acrid smell or the futility of her situation.

                                            "Smell you in the morning..." Sighs Celestia, blowing Twilight a goodnight kiss.