Casually making her way down the royal halls of her castle within Canterlot, the Princess stops herself when she smells a raunchy yet unmistakable odor. She would recognize it anywhere, as the smell of Cadance’s farts. But at the potency it was in it was clear that this was no small accident, so curious of why she’d let off such a gaseous stink she followed her nose.
 
Suddenly, she stumbled into a blue coated Stallion with blonde hair, reeking of freshly harvested farts of Royalty. Celestia took one short whiff of the air, and ordered this stallion to go into her throne room, where she would elaborate on her reasons why.
 
As they both arrived in the empty throne room, then princess lets out a small warning fart to catch his attention.
 
“You see, my faithful subject,” the Princess began, “There is a rule around here in Equestria centuries old which is very rarely enforced. You see, when a Princess smells the scent of Royalty on a stallion or a mare, it is the Princess’s duty within the kingdom she rules to purify him with her own…” Celestia finished her last sentence in a rather satisfied voice, then sat on all four’s and swayed her tail out of the way.
 
“Now, my little pony,” she began, “Please allow me to enforce this law… Come closer and bathe yourself in the scent of the princess of the sun!”
 
Her voice was so calm, so welcoming. No pony could possibly resist the princess’s orders… He slowly approached the Princess with wide eyes, and was welcomed with a surprisingly unlady like blast in the face of hot, rancid gas.
 
“My royal behind has brought countless hundreds of stallions and mares to their hooves throughout the centuries…” The Princess admitted, proud yet embarrassed if he wasn’t mistaken. “Please be my guest in upholding the royal tradition. I’d very much appreciate it…” With that, the princess smiled. The expression on her face cold melt a heart of ice into steam instantly.
 
The stallion obliged to the Princess’s request, and eagerly allowed himself to become shrouded inside the warm, smelly wind of his princess’s backside. Much more than either of them would willingly admit though, it was quite enjoyable. The Princess happily farted all over him as much as her heart desired, taking solace in one of the many selective perks of living forever.