"You will? Oh thank goodness. You're a lifesaver."
"What do you need me to do?" you ask.
"Uh, well... What I need is something that'll help to muffle the sound, and probably the smell, while I work on grading the rest of the assignments." She gives you a nervous glance.
"And what exactly did you have in mind?"
Cheerilee shuffles hesitantly before pointing her hoof. "You..."
Getting up, she motions you over to her side of the desk. "Unfortunately, there isn't anything here that I can adequately use, so I was sort of hoping your face could, y'know... I-If that's alright with you, of course."
She smiles, but you see the blush on her face getting redder as she tries to explain. You can tell it must have taken a lot of willpower for her to even consider asking this.
"Whenever you're ready." She gestures to the stool behind her desk.
You oblige and get into yourself into position. Sitting down with your body underneath the desk, you lay your head face up on the wooden stool. As you try to get comfortable, the sight of Cheerilee's magenta cheeks soon eclipses your vision.
She glances over her shoulder, giving you a nervous look before she takes her seat, gently lowering her rump down onto your face. Your muzzle slips in between her cheeks as she gets settled. Her dock rests against your forehead as her tail is draped over your head. She shuffles herself a bit, wiggling her rear, and you feel your nose being shoved up against her anus.
You can still smell traces of her earlier gaseous release, the faint stench leaking into your nostrils. It wasn't an entirely pleasant smell, but you had already agreed to help her with this, so you didn't complain.
You hear Cheerilee start to work, marking down the assignments on her desk. Before long, she winces as her stomach emits a low ominous gurgle. She tenses up, leaning a bit to the side and giving you a fraction of a second of fresh air before her anus flares, and a somewhat loud, raspy fart erupts.
The sound is indeed muffled, vibrating against your cheeks as it bellows out. Not a second later are you assaulted with the smell, the scent of what seemed like half-digested hay and nuts filling your nostrils. Whatever she had for lunch was definitely not agreeing with her, the results of which were wreaking havoc on both of you.
"Oh my..." You hear Cheerilee gasp before she strains herself again, and another more drawn-out fart is released. You feel it slip out roughly against your cheeks, same as the last one, the ensuing smell occupying the small space between your nose and her anus. "Heh... Excuse me. I didn't expect my lunch to be this bad. I hope it isn't too bad down there."
She sounded genuinely worried, so it was nice to know that she was keeping aware for your well-being. "I've already gotten through most of the assignments, so the rest shouldn't take too long. Just... try not to pass out on me, alright?"
As you are left to deal with the vestigial emissions, Cheerilee turns her attention back to the assignments on her desk. A few minutes pass before she shifts herself again, lifting a cheek off your face as a short, windy blast of hot gas shoots from her tailhole. Your nose scrunches, the rotten stench washing over your face. Cheerilee readjusts her position, her cheeks wrapping perfectly around your face and trapping you in a stinky hotbox.
The rest of your session continues on; Cheerilee manages to eke out another fart which you dutifully inhale, your eyes watering with each sniff you took. The smell obviously wasn't getting any better, but you try to make due, nonetheless.
It isn't long after Cheerilee lifts herself up, her rump rising off your face and allowing you to breathe some fresh air. She glances down, giving you a sympathetic smile, and helps you to your hooves.
"Are you okay?" she asks. You nod, and your attention turns to her desk. All of her students' papers were graded, set aside in a neat little stack. "Everything's done, but I think there's still one more I need to let go."
You had a pretty good idea of what she was alluding to as she points bashfully to her rump. Turning around, she leans on her desk as you kneel behind her, pressing your nose against her anus. She grunts, and you are once more blasted with a loud, sputtery fart, the sound muffled as you press your face against her butt.
"Oh, wow..." Cheerilee fans her hoof in front of her muzzle, a faint blush on her cheeks. She turns around as you stand back up. "Thanks for your help, Peppermint. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. Happy to help." It certainly wasn't something you expected to help with, but she was grateful all the same.
As you make your way towards the exit, Cheerilee calls out to you.
"Say, you wouldn't mind sticking around a little longer, would you?" she asks.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you're busy with Twilight, being her assistant and all, but I was wondering if you'd like to help around at the school once in a while. I could always use a teacher's aide and your... performance really convinced me. It's all up to you, of course."
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