By the time you’ve unpacked and settled in to your room, the sun is already setting and the evening has already come.
You exit out into the corridor and wonder if Twilight is already in her room, but before you can knock, a guard rounds the corner and comes up the corridor towards you.
“Would you like dinner? There’s some prepared in the main dining hall.”
“Oh... yes, thank you.” He nods and departs.
You’d been so busy you’d almost forgotten about eating - it was probably best to do so before you went to help Twilight. You had a feeling the experience would quickly ruin your appetite.
You wander along the corridors and head downstairs, taking the time to admire the murals, paintings, and lavish design that every part of this castle seems to have been decorated with. There’s a nice, cool atmosphere inside with the crystal and stone walls and floors, making you feel very comfortable, and really very at home despite not even being here a day. Though your work is... less than desirable, the deal you have here is not bad at all. Not only are you working personally with a Princess, you’re able to live in luxury. It’s definitely worth having to smell a few smelly farts and help out with some slightly weird and unusual experiments.
After a few wrong turns and a lot of walking, you find the dining hall, and more than that... it’s empty.
A large table stretches across the length of the great space, looking as if it were fit to hold at least fifty ponies, but right now there are none.
The only ponies in the room are a couple of guards who greet you as you enter.
“Where’s Twilight?” You ask.
“The Princess has been invited to a special dinner outside of Ponyville tonight, as she is meeting with some delegates from Cheneigh in the far south.”
“Oh.”
You decide to just sit wherever you want. It’s not surprising that Twilight is a busy pony with a lot of appointments, and you’ll have more than enough time to spend with her later on, you’re sure.
A waiter comes by to give you your meal; a nicely-prepared soufflé with a small bundle of roasted vegetables alongside it.
You almost get the impression they just threw together something simple as the Princess was out of the castle, but you didn’t mind, and sated your hunger by digging in.
Halfway through eating, you looked up to notice to more creatures had entered the dining hall; a light purple unicorn with small highlights in her mane, and a short purple dragon. They choose seats and the waiters float across with their meals straight away.
“Oh, hey!” The unicorn greets you. “You must be Twilight’s new assistant!”
“Yeah, I just got here today.”
“Let’s hope Spike doesn’t get jealous!” She looks down to the dragon, who is about to put a forkful of food into his mouth, but stops to talk.
“Don’t worry. Me and Twilight agreed for me to take a break for a while. I love being her assistant, but it’s exhausting! Besides, I’m trying to get into the body guard business!”
“Uh... bodyguard?”
“Yeah! I figure a lot of creatures, especially rich ones, need someone as their right hand man, so why not me?”
“You don’t think they’d want someone a little more, uh, brawny?”
“Hey! I’m brawny!” The dragon levered his arm to try and flex, but didn’t seem to produce so much as a lump.
The unicorn laughed as he rolled his eyes and started eating.
“Oh! I’m so rude! I’m Starlight Glimmer! This is Spike!” She waved, and Spike did the same, more preoccupied with his food than your presence.
“I’m Peppermint Swirl.” You introduce.
“So, has Twilight had you do anything yet? Order her books? File her socks in chronological order?” The unicorn giggled to herself.
You weren’t sure whether or not you should tell them the truth - if Spike had been her assistant for so long, surely he would have had to do similar things, but maybe not? Maybe Twilight had been taking care of her flatulence issues in private and only just brought an assistant in to help with them to take the load off.
“Oh, not much. I just helped with an experiment.”
“Helped with an experiment? Wow, she must really trust you!” Spike spoke up with a mouth full of soufflé.
“Oh, I just held a beaker.”
Of course, you didn’t specify that you were holding the beaker up against her asshole, or any other specifics of the task, but it was best to keep that information to yourself, in case the princess wanted to keep it private.
The evening pressed on, you made friendly small talk with Starlight and Spike, and after not too long, you could hear the main door to the castle open and brisk hoofsteps coming down the hallway towards the dining room.
Twilight appeared in the doorway, but she looked... almost panicked; her teeth were fixed into a grimace, her legs restless and her breathing seemed intense.
“Um... Peppermint... could I... ugh I need your assistance. It’s... time for... studying.” Between every other word she grunted and pulled a face, one eye half-closed - that almost looked like she was trying to hold down vomit... or hold something else in.
She seemed like she was really struggling to keep her composure, so it was probably a good idea to not keep her waiting.
“You better go, Peppermint. Twilight really does get excited about studying.” Starlight chuckled, but you knew already it wasn’t studying that had her so worked up.
Deciding it was best to not keep her waiting, you quickly got up and followed after her, sprinting up stairs and through corridors until the two of you reached her room.
You followed Twilight inside seconds before she used her magic to slam the door, and stood shaking in the center of the room, legs slightly apart and brow furrowed, she let loose.
The fart that came ripping from Twilight like a faulty lawnmower was so loud you wondered if her shutting the door would even do anything.
She gasped, exasperated, and seemed to raise her rump up slightly - this was one long fart, and you could almost feel the second hand relief from her as it ripped and roared from the princess, seeming to get a little more wet until it dribbled into nothing.
It didn’t exactly end there, though, as with an extra push another fart ached and eeked from her for what had to be a further five or six seconds.
She let out a sigh almost as loud and audacious as her gas, and collapsed forward onto her bed, breathing heavily.
“Sorry. I was holding that in the entire journey back. I was about to explode!” She gasped.
In a way, she still did explode, but it was probably better to do it here than on a cramped carriage ride.
“I’m sorry - I’ll open the window.” She was sill out of breath, using her purple magic to push the window open a crack and then levitate a small air freshener from her bedside table and spray the room a few times. You got the impression she probably relied on this a lot, seeing as two empty bottles sat in the small waste paper basket by her work desk.
“I had dinner with some delegates from Cheneigh and we had some of their national curries and bhajis. They were delicious, but I do not think they agreed with me.”
If the previous display wasn’t enough to prove she was right, a quick, damp-sounding fart slipped out from under her tail.
“Sorry. Ugh. That does not smell good.”
Somehow the smell from the particularly long fart she had just let out hadn’t reached you yet - probably because she was closer the window than she was to you - but still she sprayed some of the air freshener again.
“Sorry. I didn’t need to call you up in such a panic, I just wasn’t sure what to do! That was pretty... embarrassing.” She peered back at you over her shoulder and smiled, though the sides of her mouth were deep red with a blush.
“It’s fine. All part of the job, right?” You could already tell you were in for a smelly night - you hadn’t had a chance to actually get a sample of her curry gas yet, but based on the copious amounts of air freshener she was still spritzing liberally from the can, you could tell it wasn’t at all pleasant.
“Oh, man, that korma must have had milk in it.” She turned over, her hoof rubbing her pained stomach as she laid another wet-sounding fart into the bed sheets.
Her breathing slowed and she seemed to regain her composure, standing back up and breathing a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry! This isn’t a great night to start. I’m not usually this bad!” She played it off with an awkward laugh, still blushing just as much.
“I do have some important letters to write, though. I’m sorry to have to do this to you, but, as you can tell... I kinda need your assistance.”
She seemed embarrassed even to ask.
It was the job you’d agreed to, after all. You just hoped you had enough stamina to keep up with her on a particularly... farty night.
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