Original Description:

“Trixie and Starlight know each other like the back of their hooves. They know everything about each other, including their little fetishes...

With Starlight's birthday on the horizon, Trixie sets out to give Starlight a sexual experience she'll never forget. And to make it extra special, she'll need the help of a few princesses to create a truly royal stink...”

Starlight's eyes and mouth were agape as she realized what was going on. "I'm... gonna get farted on... by royalty!?"

Trixie nodded. "Happy birthday, babe."

___

Celestial smiled and turned around, backing up so her butt was right in front of Starlight’s face.

The blessed white buttcheeks of the Princess of the Sun were displayed proudly directly before her. Starlight was in awe.

And so, Celestia finally delievered her first dose of that wonderful, heavenly, disgusting air.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!*

It washed over Starlight in a gust.

Celestia’s farts were warm, like the feeling of sunlight against your face on a summer day, or a warm embrace. It was captivating.

Celestial farted once again.

*PPPPPPPPPPFFFFPHTTTTT!*

Starlight drooled in unfathomable awe as she sniffed up the last of Celestia's heavenly gas. This was more than a sexual experience; this was a spiritual one. The goddesses of The Sun brought to her not just their presence and beauty, but their asses and farts as well? Something about the goddesses presenting something so socially taboo yet so freeing to a mere mortal like her was unbelievable. But she had to believe it. This was the forbidden air of the goddesses, and Starlight breathed it in happily, unabashedly rubbing her clit to an orgasm.

___

“Are you prepared to face the untamed, howling winds of darkness? To smell the unfiltered air from the night itself!?”

"Prepare yourself, Starlight Glimmer!", the night goddess spoke in her Royal Canterlot Voice, "prepare to face head-on the howling winds of the night!"

Luna spun around, hooves bucking in the air, until her moon-bearing butt was head-on to Starlight’s face.

PFFRRRRRRRRRRRT!

Luna's first fart propelled Starlight's hair back.

It was here Starlight could truly understand the difference between Celestia and Luna’s farts. Celestia’s were regal, refined, a could of heavenly gas that came out with the most elegance. But Luna’s? Luna’s were wild. Violent. Untamed. Unchained from the bright morality of day, instead as vicious and dark as the night itself. Not only did they stink like the depths of Tartarus, they were powerful and windy and blew her face and hair back like a tornado. Yet there was still something so... feminine about it. A powerful femininity, like a dark goddess of destruction who stunk like a rotting carcass and destroyed all with her winds. That was what Luna’s farts reminded her of. And as morbid an image as it was, it was breathtaking.

Luna wasn’t holding back; she was letting loose with utter abandon. Flying her deepest, darkest flag proudly. That’s what farts are all about.

And it was an indescribable sensation.

___

Cadence stepped up.

"Oh yeah...did I mention I'm lactose intolerant?"

Cadence turned around, her read end now in front of Starlight's face. Starlight stared at the smooth pink butt before her.

"Y'know, my husband hates it when I do this. Maybe you'll appreciate it a bit more."

From there, Cadence unleashed a series of wet, squelching, shitty-sounding farts.

Cadence breathed in her own fumes and sighed with pride. “I love being lactose intolerant.

___

Finally, Twilight stepped up. Her stomach grumbled as she approached her student.

Starlight'a eyes began to water in joy. To be farted on by the other princesses was already a high enough honor. For her own teacher, her mentor, her friend to unleash her gas on her... it was a surreal feeling, but oh so wonderful.

"Starlight Glimmer," Twilight began, "over the years I've known you, you've proven to be an incredible friend. I've watched you grow, change, and make friends. You're truly a better pony now, and I'm very proud of you. Happy Birthday."

Starlight nodded. "Thank you." Her body shook. Her vagina quivered. She was so ready.

"You're welcome. I have to admit, when Trixie proposed this idea to me, I thought it was pretty unorthodox. But if this is something you're passionate about, I'm happy to be a part of it. Besides, that three-cheese bean burrito I ate to give me all this gas... so good."

Just the thought of the gas building in Twilight's stomach was sending Starlight into an ecstatic frenzy.

"Now then... are you ready for your present?"

Starlight nodded ravenously, trembling.

"Good. Happy Birthday, Starlight."

Twilight's noticeably larger stomach bubbled as she turned around and parked her lavender, star-spangled plot right in front of Starlight's face.

She spread her wings, maneuvered her butt outwards, and let loose.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

A massive toot shot from Twilight’s rear, directly into her student’s face and through her nose.

___

“A mare’s fart is a wonderful thing. It represents freedom, confidence, and comfort with one’s self.” Starlight spoke, a tear in her eye. “And today I learned just what a truly wonderful experience farts can be for mares, both those who emit and smell them. I learned that farts can be more then just funny noises from your flank; they can connect us to nature. They can express who we are. They can ignite the deepest, most erotic sensations within us. And they can make us, the mares of the world, more powerful.”

“And a princesses’ farts, a goddeses’ farts... they’re some of the most powerful, beautiful things of all. I am... truly blessed to have experienced them. Thank you.”