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"My my, this already smells absolutely delicious! Wouldn't you say, human?" Pinkie giggled as she tasted the dough for the cookies she's spent all day baking. You wished you could smell them, but Pinkie just gave you another burst of baking-induced braps to enjoy instead. "Hehe, I'm sure they smell just as good coming out as they do coming in," she chimed before wolfing down another mawful of raw dough. "I'm surprised they even figured out how to make cookies when the dough already tastes this good!" Pinkie laughed at her own joke before leaning forward a bit and cutting another rancid fart onto her living kitchen stool. You would have given her a faux laugh were you not currently paranoid of having thick pony gas forced down your throat. You gave the cloud enough time to clear out of her crack before letting out a small giggle in the hopes of her noticing; not laughing at her jokes usually made her angry, and her being angry usually meant toilet duty for the rest of the week.
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She didn't even notice it, being too pre-occupied with the dough she continued to sample. You were somewhat amazed she's never catched salmonella, but knowing her garbage gut and immune system raw egg likely did little more than give her gas. Speaking of which, yet another fart blasted out onto your face. You wanted to gag, but you knew better than to shatter your owner's view of her gas smelling like cotton candy. As you waited for the smell to dissipate, you heard Pinkie speak up again, "Don't worry human, just a few more batches then I'll be done for today and you can go do something else. I think Mrs. Cake wanted you to give her a rimjob or something." You honestly weren't sure if that sounded any better than the ordeal you were currently going through, but knowing it wouldn't be too much longer under the weight of Pinkie's 700 pound ass was reassuring.
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As it turned out, you didn't have to wait much longer for that to happen. Pinkie slowly lifted her rump off of you, being sure to get in at least more toot before her ass parted from your face. Freed from the pink prison of fur and fat, your body immediately slumped forward as you gasped for fresh air. Pinkie leaned downwards to remove the chains that fastened you to the kitchen counter, getting a whiff of your fart-soaked face in the process. "Oh my, you sure stink, human!" She said while fanning a hoof in front of her before standing back up. "Now get your stinky butt up on your stinky feet, I need you to lift me up to those high cupboards." You stood up and looked at the cupboards she was referring to. It was against your better judgment, but you couldn't help but ask, "Couldn't I just open those cupboards for you? I'm pretty sure I can reach." Pinkie simply laughed, and responded, "But you don't know what I need from up there, silly!" It wasn't worth asking why she couldn't just tell you. "Now, give me a good push so I can get up there," She commanded while wiggling her rump toward you.
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After making some mental preparations, you placed a hand underneath each of her massive cheeks and heave. With all of the strength in your admittedly frail legs, you were miraculously able to lift Pinkie just high enough that she was able to reach and open the cupboard. "I just need more chocolate chips for this batch, in case you were wondering!" she teased, confirming that this was just for the sake of tormenting you. She constantly shifted her weight back and forth as she rummaged through the cupboard for these chocolate chips, making your already strained body struggle to hold her up even more. As if that wasn't bad enough, just a few moments later you were able to hear several load groans creak out from her massive, medicine ball-like belly. "Hehehe, look out below!"
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You braced for impact as you heard Pinkie let out a large grunt. Two seconds later, you were showered by an unrelenting torrent of equine flatulence. The fart blared out at full force for well over eight seconds, quickly filling the entirety of kitchen with the smell of rotten eggs and ruined birthday parties. You were just barely able to hold on as the storm winded down, but it was only a few moments before it was replaced by another just as potent blast. Your legs collapsed from underneath you as you crashed to the ground. You let out a sharp scream as you felt the impact against the hard tiled floor, then screamed again as you looked up to see what was coming down with you. Pinkie's rump landed right on top of your head as you found your face pressed against her still-farting ponut, catching a mouthful of her choking wind. The sounds of bowls, pots and pans clattering about filled the room as much as the gas from Pinkie's rear end did. Trying desperately not to retch, gag, or simply break into tears, you shuddered and squirmed underneath your clumsy owner as her fart raged on for another six agonizing seconds.
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"Quick thinking on cushioning my fall there, human! You really are the best assistant a pony could ask for!" Pinkie complimented you before cutting another rank fart that, while only lasting three seconds, smelt a good deal worse than everything else she's released today. "Consider that your reward for being such a good human," She giggled as she licked off the dough that splattered all over face. "Unfortunately for you, that fall sent the dough for the next batch all over the place! We're gonna have to start all over now." Giving Mrs. Cake a rimjob was starting to sound a lot better after hearing that. "In fact, I don't even think that was the right cupboard, hehe."