This choice: You wake up, unable to move, in a different location. • Go Back...Chapter #5You wake up, unable to move, in a different loc... by: GassiPals   You find yourself awake, your head throbbing and your heart immediately palpitating.
You rub your eyes, find that you're no longer outside, and it's not even daytime anymore. You're inside, In somepony's house, and on top of that, your left hoof seems to be tightly fastened to the radiator behind you.
A thousand questions swarm around in your mind as you sit, helpless, trying to see if there's any way to free yourself from the hoof cuff, but it's on way too tight to get it off. Even if you managed to, you'd probably tear your skin off with it.
You tried to piece together as much as possible from before you fell asleep... you remembered the lemonade stand; the light-mulberry mare who forced you to drink the lemonade spiked with... something. Whatever it was, it had put you out for what had to be some time.
At that moment, the door clicked and swung open. As you expected, the same mare was on the other side, off-kilter and dishevelled; a wide, silly grin was planted over her face as she waltzed inside and slammed the door. Even without the strong alcoholic smell she was giving off, it was clear she was very drunk.
"Ooooh, heyyyy." She slurred, wobbling over towards you. "Look whooooss awake." Her words came out slow and messy, dribbling through her lips with an apparent lack of control. What the fuck was going on?
"Look. I'll pay you everything I have. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
But she reaches a hoof out and presses it against your muzzle, silencing you.
"Shhhhhhhh...... ishhht oookayyy. y-Yooouuu didd a baddd thing and yoouu need to be pummisheed...." She paused, realizing she'd said that word incorrectly, but seemingly too drunk to bother and correct it. Instead, she giggled and burped into her hoof, groaning and rubbing her head.
"But noowww thee shhhpider has a fllyyy." She teased ominously, tumbling back onto the floor and then pulling herself back up.
She sighed and then burped again, this time letting it rattle in her throat for about three times as long, covering her muzzle with her hoof and then blowing out through pursed lips. "Ughh.. That tassteee bad." Her face collapsed into a disgusted grimace and she fanned her hooves wildly in front of her face to dispel the odor.
"Wiiinne always giveshh me gas." She giggled, forcing out another burp; this one sounding strained and horribly wet. You just hoped she didn't throw up on you and would pass out soon, but even then... you still wouldn't be able to free yourself.
"Good thingg I got my little flly here.." She alluded to you, reaching a hoof down to stroke the underside of your chin. With this, she quickly leaned in even closer, her muzzle level with yours, and brought up another deep-set belch right into your face, letting it roar out through her lips and right up your nostrils.
You gagged silently as the disgusting stench of whatever she last ate filled your senses. It was as if you'd stuck your nose right down her gullet and taken a whiff of the contents of her stomach.
"Ha!" She exclaimed, though before she could say another word, another round of gas exploded from her - only this time, it was from the other end.
A wet, ripping sound of unbridled flatulence. "Scccuuuseee me.." She started laughing again, standing up straight and, as you had feared, turned to bring her plot right to your face.
Your nose wrinkled up instinctively as she swayed her heavy, unwashed rump in front of you.
"Smell thisss one!" She called out, and brought her weight back onto your face, blasting you with a rippling congested gusty fart that painted your face in a sultry, humid smog.
The smell was even more overwhelming than her burp had been; a sour, sharp eggy smell. Every breath just brought more and more of the stench into your lungs.
"Oooh, that was wett!" She commented, proudly, and started to smear her sweaty, dirty plot against your face, leaving a sticky, smelly gloss of sweat over it like a snail's trail. This was about as hellish as you could imagine a situation being.
She was clearly too drunk to even really know what she was doing, but somehow you sensed that she'd be administering a similar punishment even if she were sober.
"Whasss wrong? Too smelly?" She asked you rhetorically, and then started to make loud, forceful grunting sounds, her abdomen tensing up rock hard with her asshole still pressed against the tip of your muzzle.
She pushed out another fart, with as much force as she possibly could, making it outpour with a loud, vigorous ripping noise that pummelled against your face, forcing vibrations through your nose and mouth. She seemed to push even harder still, grunting with more desperation, and increasing the pressure of her putrid release, forcing the sound to raise up into a squeal.
After a good five seconds she cut it off, collapsing onto the floor in a breathless heap. "Wwwooww.. that wass loud!"
You couldn't really focus on what she was saying, though. The smell was far too potent and offensive to even hear her. It took all you had to not throw up, your stomach reeling uneasily. The only air around you to breathe was tainted by the revolting presence of her gas.
She stayed laying down on the floor on her belly, seemingly deciding she was too drunk to bother getting up.
Her plot was no longer on your face, but it didn't stop her from forcing out wet, gurgly farts, dribbling out from the slovenly, intoxicated mare in a similar manner to her speech.
"Thheesse feel soo good.." She sighed, almost orgasmically. If she didn't stop soon, you could tell she would end up pushing out more than just gas.
"Wh-Why don't we go get some coffee?" You asked, knowing it would probably yield no results.
"Naahhhh" She said, her mouth half-closed.
"C-Come on. I... I hear coffee gives you really... bad farts." This wasn't true, of course - at least not in your case - but at this stage any possibility of getting her to stop farting and maybe let you out of your cuff was worth trying.
She paused for a second, looking round to you, and then...
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