Gas of the Sun By: Blobskin Contains: MLP, Celestia, micro Anon, unwilling, fart Version: 3 --- Celestia pranced into the dining hall wearing a strange assortment of bands and gilded chains. Her prismatic mane was done up in a bun held together with a long golden needle and her normal accessories were nowhere to be seen. With each step she took her hips would sway far more than necessary, as though she were trying to flaunt for somepony. Not to mention she was clearly struggling to hold in a fit of giggles. The various delegates and nobles already seated at the table watched her curiously, but immediately averted their eyes. It was not their place to question the princess. Unseen under the pale skirt that covered Celestia's flanks, a thin band of gold tightly wrapped the base of her tail and from it dangled a string of steel cable barely thicker than a hair, virtually invisible to the naked eye. Hanging from the end of this wire was a steel cage of equally minuscule proportions. The rods of metal that formed the prison were freshly welded and gleamed whenever a ray of light managed to penetrate the cloth sky. Inside, with a mere three feet of floor space, Anon the human stood in only his black boxers. The cage rocked back and forth with Celestia's steps and forced Anon to cling tightly to the bars or risk bouncing against the hard metal. At the same time his eyes remained locked straight ahead at the huge wrinkled donut that was the princess's asshole. It was dark and foreshadowed the torture to come. For now though, Celestia's vent was clean from her morning bath and the air around him was fresh except for the speckles of sweat the giant mare had managed to work up on her way from the royal chambers. Suddenly, Anon's cage was tossed sideways and he was thrust into shadow. He groaned and rubbed his back while his gaze trailed up to the orifice now waiting above his head. Princess Celestia had taken a seat on a velvet cushion. A gray waiter was immediately by her side. "What shall her highness have this morning?" Celestia's response was polite, but quick, as though she had been rehearsing it. "Three bean salad with a banana split for dessert. Oh, and bring me a tall glass of milk." The waiter hid his confusion with a forceful nod before trotting off to give the strange order to the chef. Several nearby ponies exchanged glances. Whispers of "for breakfast?" were passed around. The princess said nothing and merely smiled to herself. Moments later the waiter returned with the bowls and gracefully slid them before his princess. Celestia thanked him and began her meal with a large gulp of fresh milk. She sighed happily then thrust her fork through the first bits of salad. Shredded cheese decorated the mix with a light dose of dressing to amplify the bland flavor of the green lettuce. Breakfast was unusually quiet that morning and the princess's chewing seemed loud and obnoxious as a result. The moment her salad was finished the princess targeted her ice cream which had melted slightly from the lack of attention. The large banana had been almost completely buried under a mountain of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry scoops. Coating the entire delicacy was a rich chocolate sauce that had oozed into every nook and cranny. Finally, sitting on top of the dessert, was a shining red cherry. Celestia happily devoured the confection until all that remained was the helpless cherry. Celestia ripped the pit out with her magic and tossed the fruit high in the air before skillfully catching it in her jaws. She giggled and rubbed her belly, already feeling the inevitable onset of digestion and all the consequences that ensured. Beneath her Anon was oddly bored. He knew what was coming, but it felt like he'd been trapped for hours and yet nothing had happened. Celestia rose from her seat with a yawn. Luckily for her it was Sunday, her day off. So she merrily pranced out of the room with a few exaggerated sways of her tail. No pony spoke up or said anything as she broke into a trot and laughed her way down the hall towards the gardens. The constant bouncing rocked much more than just her prisoner. Anon grit his teeth as he tried to ride the cage's wild swings. Then, like an impending volcanic eruption, he heard the gurgle. He froze and stared ahead at the princess’s anus. The world slowed down for a moment before time seemed to remember what it was doing. He swallowed nervously. The princess's stomach was already bubbling. It wouldn't be long now... Celestia sat on a wicker sofa just outside the castle in the shade of a white awning. A short distance away, seated on her own wicker chair, was one puzzled Luna. The dark alicorn had been silently examining her sister's strange clothing and even more peculiar demeanor since she had sat down. Eventually she could stand the silence no longer. She tried to encourage Celestia into explaining herself by coughing. When that failed to yield a result, she did so again, with more obviously faked force. "Hmm? What is it Luna?" Celestia asked gently. Luna thought it appropriate to start with the simple stuff first. "What are you wearing?" "Anon suggested it. His world has the most interesting fashion sense, don't you agree?" Celestia held up a hoof to show off the golden band she wore in place of her regular shoes. "I see..." Luna nodded slowly. "Have you seen him lately? He wasn't in his room this morning." "Oh, he's probably off getting himself into some sort of trouble. You should have heard the nonsense coming out of his mouth last night," Celestia chuckled quietly. Luna narrowed her eyes and aimed her head away from her sister. Something was definitely different about Celestia, she could sense it. Suddenly, a loud rumble came from Celestia's stomach and the solar princess closed her eyes with a smile. Then she leaned to the side slightly. [b]Prrrrrbt.[/b] "Ahh," she sighed. "CELESTIA!" her sister screeched. "That is completely inappropriate of a princess!" The solar alicorn continued beaming. "What do you want me to do? I had milk, cheese, and beans for breakfast. And a banana," she added darkly. Luna stared at her sister in horror. "You know bananas give you gas, sister. Not to mention those other things. Are you trying to ruin your reputation?" Celestia moved back in her seat and ground her backside into the cushion as though she were trying to scratch an itch. "Of course not sister, I was just planning on having a little fun today." Luna's brow furrowed. Her sister was acting really weird. Suddenly, the air was filled with another fart and Celestia moaned. [b]Frrrbrrrt.[/b] Down below, Anon gagged and tears built in the corners of his eyes. Even with the few seconds of warning he had gotten from Celestia tilting the first blast had been the worst smell he'd ever endured. The power had been so great that it not only slicked Anon's hair back, but it had actually pressed his body against the bars. The second one, although quieter, had nowhere to go thanks to Celestia refusing to lean. So he sat in his cage, coughing on the stench but only inhaling more of it with each breath. Luna visibly winced and pulled her head away. "I don't know what's gotten into you sister, but I believe there are other ponies whose company I would much prefer at the moment." And with that Luna rose from her chair and began trotting away, a grumpy thump to her steps. "You have fun, I'm just going to-" [b]frrrt[/b] "-sit here a while." A lack of breakfast saved Anon the misery of vomiting on himself as yet another blast of gas rushed past him. After wallowing for a few moments he managed to pry his eyes open only to see the great sphincter above him tense in preparation for yet another coming expulsion. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth. [b]Ffffbpbpbpbt.[/b] "Oh yeah," Celestia panted. Anon could feel the noxious fumes burning his lungs. Even his skin tingled with the strength and heat of Celestia's farts. "Please, I'm going to melt!" Anon pleaded. Outside, Celestia's ear twitched and she raised an eyebrow. A quiet hum left her throat before she shrugged and stood. Anon gave praise to heaven when the multicolored tail above him began to wag lazily back and forth. The feeling of fresh cool air wafting around him made him breathe deeply as his hands slid down the bars. "Thank you," he mumbled. Celestia rolled her eyes and began trotting through the gardens. "What a lovely day for a walk," she purred. Anon groaned. "Please, I've learned my lesson." Celestia stopped where she was next to an uninteresting statue and gave her rump a quick wiggle. Then she stuck out her tongue and farted yet again. [b]Pfffffrrrrrrt.[/b] Anon, still nursing a fresh bruise from being thrown about like a paint can, desperately waved a hand in front of his face to try and defuse the smell faster. "Mmm, not yet you haven't," she murmured. [b]Frrrrrrrbbt.[/b] As Anon gagged some more the solar alicorn began moving again, sending his cage bouncing with every step. For several minutes he fought to keep himself from knocking into the metal. The sounds of the palace garden, which he himself had enjoyed every now and then, were completely different at his scale or hopelessly drowned out by the sound of shifting fabric and the swaying tail above his head. The simple tweet of a bird became a dragon call and the rustling leaves became waterfalls. His wandering mind might have even found the experience enjoyable if it weren't for his position dangling between the princess's ass cheeks. The accumulating aroma of fresh sweat didn't help either. Large droplets of perspiration began to build in Celestia’s coat and roll down her fur like boulders. A particularly large one even found itself snaking down the chain of his cage. Without warning, Anon suddenly found himself coated in the salty liquid. He grumbled and did his best to shake dry. [b]Pfffffffffffbbbbt.[/b] "Oh, pardon me. I don't know where that came from," Celestia explained to a nearby guard who had to shake his head to remind himself he was on duty and to return to his stone faced position. The princess moved away from him calmly and began giggling like a filly once she was a safe distance. "The look on that poor stallion's face." She suddenly perked her ears as a massive bubble formed in her gut and moved towards her rear. She grinned evilly. "I hope you're ready Anon, because her comes the big one." The princess lowered her front to the ground and stuck her ass high in the air. Clenching her cheeks, Celestia grunted from the effort. [b]Fffffffffppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrbbbt!![/b] Anon could feel his world moving strangely before the puckered ring aimed right at him practically tore itself open and force on par with a hurricane exploded out and threw him against the cage wall! The entire prison swung backwards and stayed at an angle to Celestia's backside for a few seconds until the huge wind created from the princess's latest fart finally died down and the cage was allowed to swing freely like a pendulum. The moments following were hell. The air was on fire. Hot and spicy with acid that burned his skin and made it impossible to breath. Tears poured down his face and his eyes swelled shut. He tried to scream, but his lungs felt like they were melting in his chest. He collapsed on the floor and curled into a ball. After a moment Celestia looked back at her flanks with a flash of concern. Her eyes narrowed and her horn glowed. With a flare of light she was back in her bathroom. Using more of her magic she removed the skirt and unhooked the bangle from her tail. Raising the minuscule prison to her muzzle she inspected Anon carefully. The human inhaled the suddenly sweet air greedily and rubbed his neck and chest. Everything hurt as he turned his eyes to the mountain that was Celestia. He was equal parts grateful and equal parts confused. Wasn't he supposed to spend the whole day looking at her asshole? Had she not promised that punishment? Was she letting him out now? Why? Suddenly, he saw the spots dancing in his vision and realized how close to dying he was. Celestia lowered the cage to her porcelain countertop and opened it, dumping Anon on the cold surface. Again, he looked up at her in confusion, his mind wobbly. Her long snout hung over him like the face of a god speaking from the clouds. "Don't ever call my butt fat again." He nodded as rapidly as he could in his nauseous state. "Yes Princess Celestia. The royal flank is quite beautiful today."