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Celly in Cell

Things have been getting progressively worse. You've done what you can to hold onto the
throne, but too many of your own nobles have turned against you. Foreign powers are
interested in seeing you gone and you've run out of tricks up your sleeve. Every day has been
getting more and more worrying, but you can only do what you can to hold onto Equestria.
Several nobles have already made attempts, but the loyalty of your guard is the only thing
that's keeping you in power, and you fear the day that changes…

‘Your day begins with your door being kicked off its hinges. Captain Gluteus Maxima of the
Royal Guard charges into the room, flanked by a number of your elite guards. You know the
time has come. They've gotten to your guard and the best you can hope for is whoever is
paying them off is merciful. Before you can start to plead for your life, the Guards tackle you
down and you're bound up with chains. "Consider this a coup, Princess," Maxima declares
with a smirk before turning her ample ass and letting rip a long, thick
FFFRRPPPRRRBBBRRROOORRTTT in your direction. You gasp and choke, but you
know the power of your Captain's ass. Your face turns green and your eyes roll into your head
before you slump backwards.

When you awaken you're dangling from the ceiling of one of the cells in the Castle Dungeon.

‘You wiggle and squirm, but your forehooves are chained to the ceiling and there's no getting

free. The anti-magic properties of the chains are something you know well, having had them

installed to be able to hold unicorns. Ends up they work just as well on alicorns as you can do
nothing to slip free.

‘You're not waiting long before two of your former guards enter your cell. Sunset and
Overcast, two royal guardsponies who share a smirk. "Good news, Princess. We're being paid
not just to guard you, but to make sure that every moment of the rest of your life truly
stinks!" Sunset declares, grinning as she turns around, and Overcast follows suit before the

two backside shove up towards you.

“Hope you like farts, Princess, as we've been magically enhanced so we can rip ass for hours!”
Overcast declares in eager agreement. You shake your head as their asses push up towards
you, both wobbling inches from your face. Then Overcast throwns their booty back, their
their enormous cheeks clapping around you. They seal around your face before
PPPPRRREBBRROORRPPRRFFFFRRRTTTT You're left gagging and gasping on an
utterly rotten haze as the ass bounces forwards and leaves you choking out tainted stink as
you gasp for clean air.

‘You turn your face away to breathe, seconds before Sunset rams her booty back and it
swallows your muzzle before
'BBBBBRRRRRRRFFFFFRRRPPPRRLLLLPPPPPRLLLLTTTTIT Her own ass
wobbled and jiggles, cheeks quaking as she thunders with another torturous ass blast of pure
stink. You choke and gasp as you turn to the side, lining yourself up for Overcast once more.
‘The pair of them laugh as they rip ass constantly, ensuring you're in a stinky hell all day every
day, an imprisoned Princess in an endless gassy wind tunnel… while the nobles and foreign
‘powers squabble over your empty throne.

GAME OVER! With no authority a coup was easily able to topple you from the throne.
Whoever sits in it now is no concern of yours as your face is used as a throne by the gassy
‘guards who once served you. Now all they serve up is the thick, rotten pony farts that you

spend every minute of every day choking and gagging on as your stinky torture seems truly

‘unending!