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Brat Butt

You can't believe you've been outclassed! You feel your powers fade and now you know it
really is too late. The collar is attached to a leash, one which the fake Princess wraps around
her hoof as she looks back at you with a smug smirk. "There we are, was that too hard,
Princess? Now your throne is mine~" she declares as she turns and sits right in your throne,
her red cheeks overspilling the sides as she sighs.

"L-let me go! The public won't stand for this!" you cry out as she snorts a laugh, before
pulling the leash tight, dragging your face right into her plump red plot.

SPLAT! Your face buries into the brats bottom, slamming into her rump up to your ears. You
try to pull back, but the leash pulls taut. You're trapped and pinned, and then she rips an
utterly rank and rotten fart. It floods your lungs and you choke on the stench, gagging and
coughing. She relaxes the leash and you pull back, gasping for air. Then she pulls you in once
more. You squeal, tears in your eyes, but theres no stopping her. As she rips ass again you're
forced to sniff her fumes, to suck them down before she lets you pull back again to cough out
what you can... and you realise this is going to be your life now!

Indeed it's not even a day later that Red Velvet hosts her first coronation gala and all the
nobles and important ponies of Equestria are in attendance. You look at them desperately yet
not one of them lifts a hoof to help you. Instead they're already appealing to the new Princess,

currying favour with your replacement who eagerly trots around the party with a swagger to

her fat rump cheeks. Your tiara sits on her head and the collar around your neck is attached

to her forehoof by a leash, one that runs between the crack of her immensely rotund rear so
that when she feels a groan in her gut she can drag you right into her plump posterior.

'PPPPPRRRRSSSSSRRRRPPPRRRLLLRRRBBBRRRRRFFFRRRTTTTTTTTT Her gas is
utterly filthy, a wet bubbly concoction of unpleasant stench that doesn't just blast your
nostrils full of her putrid odour but also leaves your face soaked in fart juice and wafting
visible stink lines. Your unkempt mane is already soaked in enough fart juice and ass sweat
that it looks like a wet mop, clinging to the side of your head rather than flowing as it
normally does. You look desperately once more at your former noble followers, but they're
t00 busy laughing along with their new Princess, Red Velvet, to give you an ounce of their
attention. All you can do is gasp for air as tears form in your eyes while you await the next
‘grumble from your new Mistress's belly heralding another sloppy stinker of a fart.

GAME OVER! Looks like you weren't the Princess chosen by the public, which is a much
‘more important distinction than being the Princess chosen by divine right. The new Princess
of Equestria teaches you that lesson, and many more as you're left huffing her rotten farts for

‘years to come. Princess Red Velvet never tires of parading you around on your leash, and

giving you a heaped helping of her bottom blasts that leaves you choking for air.