Nopony?

Cherry waits for another five seconds. Another ten. She could’ve sworn she selected somepony for you but now that push comes to shove, they decide not to show themselves.

This seems to snap the rest of the crowd out of whatever mass hysteria they were embroiled in. The audience thins out before your eyes, ponies shrugging and trotting off to go about their days.

You have to give it to Ponyville: it’s the first town with enough common decency to not find a single pony actually willing to go through with renting a fart-sniffer.

As the crowd dwindles down to a few dusts of dirt and a tumbleweed, Cherry Jubilee gives you a raise of her brows. She’s just as surprised as you are.

“Aw well, can’t say we didn’t try.” Scoffing, she heads back into the wagon and waits for you to join her.

She’s already pouring herself a drink, bundled up on her one-seater at the far end of the caravan.

“Shucks, weren’t even a nibble!” The double whiskey disappears in a flash.

“C’mon over here, sugar.” Her lidded eyes flash to you. “You know how I get after a couple shots.”

This is certainly nothing new for you. Cherry Jubilee has used you to take care of her own gas on more occasions than you can count, though the booze seems to be kicking in even earlier than usual today…

You scoot along the floor, and Cherry leans aside, lifting a cheek from the couch.

“Heavens to Betsy, you ready, hun?”

FLLARRT!

Looks like she’s starting whether you’re ready or not.

You tuck your face into the warm space between Cherry and the couch cushion, the same old song and dance, however…

The reek of sulfur and **** hits you like a nuke. You must have inhaled a couple hundred of Cherry’s rips by now but this one takes the cake. Impulsively you jerk back out from under your mistress, hacking.

She simply rolls her eyes and shoves you back in, scolding your shoddy display with a soaking wet ripple to the nose.

“Darlin’, you know the faster you sniff it up the quicker this goes. C’mon now, I don’t wanna be stinkin’ up the wagon again. Only just about aired it out since last time…”

BRRRRMP

Your muzzle muffles the tone nicely, turning what could be a squelching roar into just a warm rumble. Cherry gasps and starts to fan a hoof at her face.

“My stars! They’re awful damp today!”

Like you need her to tell you that. You’re the one in point blank range, nostrils ablaze with her piercing aroma while the swamp of her ass settles on your face like fog on a window pane.

Whether you like it or not though, there’s a job to be done. You give her a series of deep, deliberate huffs to keep her happy. You even lick at her musky hole. She always loves when you do that. On this occasion she loves it so much her stinker blows you an appreciate hiss in response. It tastes like whiskey and egg salad.

But the severity of today's gassy releases, paired with the tight seal her moist cheeks have around your snout, mean you're soon getting lightheaded. Cherry's reading one of her steamy southern romance novels, no longer paying attention to you. She squints a little and shakes your face with another roil of thunder, but you can tell she's taking you for granted.

If she doesn't let up soon, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to stay conscious...