Scatological Symphony

After living together for years as friends and roommates, Vinyl and Octavia were both finally able to express their love for one another. In spite of this, their relationship still had issues to overcome. Vinyl was noticeably on edge in the weeks following Octavia’s revelation that she reveled in rectal relinquishments. Seeds of irritation were beginning to grow beneath the pristine veneer of Vinyl’s tolerance. She insisted she wanted no part in her roommate’s scat fetish. In spite of her protests, she found herself making concessions to appease Octavia. Whenever Vinyl took a dump in the toilet, she would intentionally avoid flushing it.

“I’m done!” Vinyl said, with mild disgust, “It’s all yours.” Octavia would then eagerly trot past her roommate and into the bathroom.

“This is so disgusting,” Vinyl muttered under her breath. Octavia heard her roommate’s mumbles, but she was too elated by the thought of eating excrement to care.

“Methinks thou doth protest too much, Vinyl,” Octavia said, “I think you’re starting to soften.”

“Must be all the added fiber in my diet,” Vinyl said, mirthlessly. Octavia burst out laughing.

“Added fiber! Soften! You’re quite the comedian, Vinyl, ” Octavia said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, doodie calls!” Octavia disappeared into the bathroom; slamming the door behind her.

After devouring the doodie, Octavia returned downstairs. She dabbed her mouth with a square of toilet paper as though it were a napkin.

“Delicious,” Octavia said, “Quite savory. Vinyl, your ass is like a gourmet restaurant.” Vinyl winced in disgust as she tried to hide her embarrassed blush by holding a record over her face.

“Thanks, I guess,” Vinyl said, awkwardly. Octavia could sense that something was wrong.

“Oh, dear,” Octavia said, “I hope my talk of tasty tish didn’t turn your tummy. I meant it as a compliment, you know.” Vinyl lowered the record as she stared sternly at her roommate.

“Look, Octavia,” Vinyl said, “I realize that this is who you are, but could you stop praising my poop? It’s seriously weirding me out.”

“Sorry,” Octavia said, “I forgot we’re not on the same page when it comes to stool sampling.”

“That particular page doesn’t even exist in my book,” Vinyl said, “If you’re waiting for me to eat shit like you, prepare to be disappointed.”

“Fair enough,” Octavia said, “You’ve already been more accommodating than I deserve.”

“Is eating shit all you think about?” Vinyl asked.

“I’m sorry,” Octavia said, “I’ve kept it to myself for so many years. Now that I have somepony to confide in, I never know when to stop.”

“Can we please change the subject?” Vinyl said, “I’d rather talk about anything other than shit eating.”

“Well, there’s one thing that’s been on my mind,” Octavia said, coyly.

“Oh,” Vinyl said, “And what’s that?”

“Have you given any more thought to receiving your own enema?” Octavia said, “I’d do all the work. All you would have to do is lie back and enjoy it.” Vinyl sighed. For weeks Octavia had been espousing the benefits of enemas.

“You’re not going to stop pestering me about this until I let you stick your hose up my butt, are you?” Vinyl asked, irritated. Somewhere, in another part of Ponyville, Fluttershy was saying the exact same thing to Big Macintosh.

“An enema is one of the most intimate activities two lovers can share,” Octavia said, “When a couple truly cares for one another, they’re willing to shit at the same time in the same toilet.”

“You have some interesting ideas regarding love,” Vinyl said.

“I want you to try an enema,” Octavia said, “I promise I’ll be more discreet about eating shit from now on.” After weeks of Octavia’s begging and pleading, Vinyl’s resolve finally waned.

“Alright,” Vinyl said, “I’ll do it for you.”

Octavia danced in place with excitement.

“You won’t regret it!” Octavia said, cheerfully, “Of course, we’ll need to do something about your diet first.”

In order to prepare for her enema, Vinyl adhered to a special meal plan. For breakfast she had a fruit smoothie made of papaya, guava, apples, pears and grapes. She drank plenty of water throughout the day and for dinner she had several big bowls of cabbage soup.

“In addition to preparing your body for the enema, cabbages have the added benefit of helping you to produce stinky farts,” Octavia said.

“You like ‘em stinky, huh?” Vinyl asked, passively.

“I wouldn’t have ‘em any other way,” Octavia said, cheerfully, “I can’t wait to get you alone in the bathroom. Your first enema is going to be magical.”

Octavia collected the ingredients for her roommate’s enema. She took a liter of water and added six tablespoons of organic coffee. She brought the mixture to a boil for three minutes with the lid off. Octavia let the coffee simmer for 15 minutes before straining it into a flask.

“Vinyl, would you be a dear and bring me that bucket?” Octavia said.

Vinyl retrieved a clear bucket with a flat base. Octavia poured the coffee from the flask into the bucket. The bucket contained 8 ounces of coffee mixed with 24 ounces of purified water for a combined total of 32 ounces of liquid.

“Vinyl, could you please carry the coffee to the bathroom?” Octavia asked, “I’ll go procure the tube and lube.”

Vinyl used her magic to levitate the bucket. The coffee sloshed around as she made her way up the stairs. Vinyl was nervous with anticipation as she waited in the bathroom for Octavia.

Octavia had instructed Vinyl to empty her bladder prior to starting her enema, so she sat on the toilet and began to pee. Vinyl was still in the middle of a massive piss when Octavia entered the bathroom with a small wicker basket clutched in her teeth and a couple pillows on her back.

“Octavia!” Vinyl said, embarrassed, “Don’t you knock?” Considering what they were about to do together, Vinyl realized in retrospect that it was a little silly to worry about bathroom privacy. Octavia listened to the sounds of her roommate’s urine splashing in the toilet bowl.

“Mmm,” Octavia said, after setting the basket down, “Music to my ears.” Once Vinyl’s urine stream had subsided, she hopped off the toilet.

“So, should I flush this, or do you want me to get you a straw?” Vinyl said, snarkily. Octavia detected her roommate’s insincerity, but was no less motivated.

“Thanks for the offer,” Octavia said, “But I want to save room for later.”

Inside the basket were the enema supplies. Octavia gave her roommate the pillows and instructed her to get comfortable. After attaching one end of the tube to a spigot at the base of the bucket, Octavia lubed up the other end of the tube with some coconut oil.

Vinyl lay face down on a towel with her head resting on one of the pillows Octavia had given her. The other pillow was pressed against Vinyl’s crotch and was used to elevate her butt. Her entire body was tingling with anticipation and her breathing was heavy. She watched as Octavia removed the tube, the lube and a…

“Is that a butt plug?” Vinyl asked nervously. Octavia had removed a purple butt plug from the basket and set it beside the lube.

“Of course,” Octavia said, “We need something hard to keep your enema from pouring out too soon. Butt plugs are pleasurably pragmatic.”

“I’m scared,” Vinyl said, “Maybe I’m not ready for this.”

“Everything will be alright,” Octavia said. She rubbed a damp cloth against her roommate’s brow, which was glistening with beads of nervous sweat. Octavia hummed a soothing piece of classical music as she dragged the lubed tube near her roommate’s ass. She paused for a second to savor the moment.

“Oh, Vinyl,” Octavia said, “You have the cutest little butthole. It’s so puffy and white. It looks just like a powdered donut. All that’s missing is a little coconut glaze.”

Vinyl grit her teeth as the cold coconut oil was poured onto her anus. She felt a chill run up her spine as a dribble of oil slid between her ass cheeks, down her taint and onto her pussy. Vinyl hated to admit that she was beginning to feel excited. At first she convinced herself that she was only doing this to please Octavia, but now that it was about to happen, Vinyl was eager to experience an enema for herself.

“This coconut oil should do the job, but you can never have too much lube,” Octavia said, with a devilish grin. Before Vinyl knew what was happening, Octavia pressed her tongue against her roommate’s asshole and began to lick it. As she suckled Vinyl’s sphincter, Octavia could hear her roommate’s stomach rumble like the roar of some mythical beast.

“Ohh,” Vinyl moaned. She had been with some kinky ponies in the past, but none of them had ever given her a rimjob before. Octavia’s lips were soon coated in coconut oil as her saliva succeeded in slickening the snug sphincter. The anal stimulation was too much for Vinyl to take. She moaned as her bowels churned like a tsunami of scat.

Suddenly, Octavia’s open mouth was filled with her roommate’s explosive fart. Half a dozen additional farts soon joined the first one in quick succession. The sulfurous gas from Vinyl’s ass hung in the air like a fermented fog. Octavia’s eyes watered and she gagged. The cabbage soup had imbued Vinyl with supremely stinky farts.

“It’s so rancid,” Octavia said, while choking back tears, “Vinyl, you’re such a naughty filly to fart in my mouth without so much as a warning.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Vinyl said, embarrassed, “I had no control. It just sort of happened.”

“Don’t worry,” Octavia said, “I liked it. Just warn me the next time you’re going to blast my face.” Somewhere, in another part of Ponyville, Fluttershy was saying the same thing to Big Macintosh.

Vinyl had never felt so helpless in her life. Octavia could sense her roommate’s unease.

"There's no need to be nervous or embarrassed." Octavia said, “I promise this won’t hurt a bit. Just try to think of me as a big sister. Can you do that?"

“I’ll try,” Vinyl said, “but it’ll make things awkward when we have sex.” After giving Vinyl’s anus one last lick for luck, Octavia took the insertion tube and moved the oil-coated tip into position.

“Hold your breath,” Octavia said, “Make a wish.”

Octavia grinned as she inserted several inches of the tube into Vinyl’s butt. Vinyl winced. The sensation was new to her, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The tube was small, yet it felt so big inside her. Vinyl could feel herself becoming moist. Once the tube was sufficiently deep, Octavia looked up into Vinyl’s face. Her eyes were closed shut and she seemed to be concentrating hard. Octavia saw a pearl of vaginal fluid glistening from her roommate’s feminine folds.

“My my,” Octavia said, “It would seem that somepony is really enjoying her first enema. I knew you’d like it.”

Octavia then removed the clamp which released a warm current of coffee. The sensation caused Vinyl to open her eyes. She turned her head and watched mesmerized as the brown liquid drained from the clear bucket and flowed inside her. Vinyl’s faced was filled with surprise and concentration. Octavia smiled while watching the bucket slowly empty as its warm contents invaded her roommate’s bowels.

“Oooh,” Vinyl said, “Ohhh! This feels so weird.”

Vinyl marveled as she felt her belly expanding from the coffee. It looked like she was pregnant. The rushing of liquid flowing into her ass had turned Vinyl’s tension into lust. Her pussy was dripping wet as she moaned in pleasure.

Octavia leaned in close to get a better view of her roommate’s winking marehood. Vinyl groaned as she shifted her body. Her forehooves were trying to reach for her sopping wet marehood to pleasure herself, but her swollen belly was getting in the way.

“Wait,” Octavia said, “Allow me.”

Vinyl stopped moving as Octavia pressed her muzzle against her roommate’s moist mound. In order to make things easier, Vinyl spread her hind legs wider for Octavia.

The pleasure from her pussy was mitigated by the swelling and cramping in her abdomen. Vinyl groaned in discomfort. Octavia pulled her face out of her roommate’s vagina. She realized that she hadn’t properly instructed Vinyl on how to handle her first enema.

“You need to take deep breaths,” Octavia said, “Deep breaths.”

Vinyl complied. As if by magic, the cramping pains ceased. Vinyl continued to draw slow, methodical breaths, while Octavia returning her attention to her roommate’s pussy.

Vinyl’s body was overcome with new sensations and began to twitch with lust. Her hips bucked and thrusted against Octavia’s skillful tongue, which knew just when and where to probe and tease for maximum effect. Vinyl was soon engulfed by a tension which stemmed from her crotch and spread outward. She felt her back arch upward as a rush of warmth overcame her, which was hotter than the coffee sloshing inside her.

Vinyl collapsed and her muscles relaxed. She was overcome with exertion and she struggled to catch her breath after experiencing the most mind-blowingly awesome orgasm of her life so far. She opened her eyes and glanced at the enema bucket which was now empty.

"Wow!” Vinyl said, through breathless pants, “That was something else!" She looked dreamily at Octavia, who smiled back.

“Enemas provide the body with an all natural high,” Octavia said, “The anus has almost as many nerve endings as the clitoris and sexual stimulation is enhanced when the rectum is full.”

“I had no idea my body could be so completely stimulated,” Vinyl said, “That was amazing! I’ve never felt so full before.”

Somewhere, in another part of Ponyville, Fluttershy was saying the same thing to Big Macintosh.

Once the bucket was emptied, Octavia removed the tube and quickly inserted the butt plug. The rimjob from earlier had loosened Vinyl enough to where she could effortlessly take the plug. In spite of the painless nature of the insertion, the large size of the butt plug was uncomfortable at first. Vinyl could feel her sphincter squeeze the butt plug as her body slowly became accustomed to the large anal intrusion. Octavia rubbed her roommate’s swollen belly and could feel the warm coffee sloshing around inside. Vinyl began to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

“It looks like I got knocked up,” Vinyl said, “Now what do we do?”

“Now we wait,” Octavia said as she turned on the shower. She cuddled up besides her roommate as the bathroom filled with steam. Vinyl rolled over, which caused her coffee enema to slosh around. For a moment, the two ponies lay together peacefully and listened to the sounds of the shower. Octavia rubbed her right forehoof against her roommate’s swollen belly and licked her lips.

“When the time is right, I want you to to release your enema in my mouth,” Octavia said.

“What!?” Vinyl said. Octavia lifted her head off of Vinyl’s belly and stared into her eyes.

“Don’t act like this is a surprise,” Octavia said, “You had to know this was coming.”

“But it’s gross,” Vinyl said.

“Life is gross,” Octavia said, “The secret to happiness is finding beauty in all things, including the gross stuff.”

“I don’t know,” Vinyl said.

“Wasn’t I right about how amazing enemas are?” Octavia said, “Didn’t you cum harder than you ever have before? That’s only the beginning of what I can show you. Climaxing while releasing your enema is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Make me your toilet slave and I’ll show you pleasure like you’ve never known.”

A passion burned behind Octavia’s eyes. Vinyl had never seen anypony who possessed such a strong conviction before. In spite of her fears, she felt compelled to trust Octavia.

“Okay,” Vinyl said, “Let’s do this.”

After fifteen minutes, it was time to release the enema. Octavia positioned herself in front of Vinyl’s anus and removed the butt plug. Vinyl clenched her teeth and her sphincter. Octavia pressed her muzzle against her roommate’s anus and eagerly began to lick it.

“I hope you’re ready! I can’t keep it in much longer!” Vinyl said as her stomach gurgled ominously.

“Then don’t hold back,” Octavia said, “Let it go.”

Then, to the utter confusion of Vinyl, Octavia began to sing, while hugging and caressing her roommate’s ass.

“Your horn glows white in the bathroom tonight.

Like a lighthouse by the sea.

A kingdom of defecation,

where we’re who we want to be.

Your bowels are howling with a swirling storm inside.

Best not keep it in. Spread your asscheeks wide.

When I was young my teacher said,

‘Proper fillies will never fart in bed.’

For years I’ve hid my love of scat.

Well, nuts to that!

Let it go, let it go!

Don’t hold it back anymore.

Let it go, let it go!

Please make me your toilet whore!

I don’t care what ponies may say.

Let the storm rage on!

The smell never bothered me anyway.

All my life I’ve felt adrift,

on a creek made of poo.

I may be without a paddle

but at least I’m with you.

When crap hits the fan I’ll be there.

Trust me to watch your derrière.

Vinyl, you’re such a tish-filled tease.

Shit, please!

Let it go, let it go!

Ejaculate your excrement.

Let it go, let it go!

Stain me with your foul scent.

Take a dump on me today!

Let the storm rage on.

The enema’s my mother gave me turned a key.

Now it’s your turn to learn the carnal bliss of crap with me.

Our coprophilia unites us mouth to ass.

I ache to taste your waste,

And sniff your stinky gas!

Let it go, let it go!

Void your bowels now and break some wind!

Let it go, let it go!

Blast me with your rear end!

Here I lie,

beneath your shit spray!

Let the storm rage on!

The smell never bothered me anyway.”

After Octavia finished her scat-filled showtune, she pressed her lips around Vinyl’s anus and resumed licking the entrance to her perk, puckered poop chute. Vinyl’s taut tish tunnel was no match for her roommate’s tenacious tongue. Vinyl could sense her sphincter’s strength was starting to slacken.

“Octavia, my love for you is like an enema,” Vinyl said, “I just can’t hold it in!”

With a wet popping sound, Octavia pulled her nose out of her roommate’s crack in order to breath. Beads of Vinyl’s ass sweat clung to Octavia’s muzzle like a mustache.

“Then don’t hold back, my love!” Octavia said, while salivating, “Let me smell it. Feel it. Taste it!” Octavia lowered her head with her tongue sticking out in eager anticipation. Vinyl could feel her roommate’s nose pressed against the base of her tail.

“My darling Octavia, by the love of my coat, I will shit in your mouth and down your throat,” Vinyl said.

Vinyl’s lower half began to twitch. She screamed in shock as a powerful jet of liquidy, coffee-flavored feces flowed from her anus and into her roommate’s greedy mouth. Octavia kept her lips pressed tightly against Vinyl’s ass. She savored each swallow of coffee-flavored shit and inhaled its acrid aroma. The sounds of flowing liquid were punctuated with several loud, windy farts which sent droplets of watery waste peppering Octavia’s face and coat. Her tongue tickled the rim of her roommate’s spasming sphincter. Octavia took her right forehoof and began to rub Vinyl’s love nub. The simultaneous stimulation of clit and ass unlocked pleasure spots that Vinyl didn’t even know she had. Expelling her enema turned her lower intestinal tract into one long erogenous zone.

The sensation of shitting down another pony’s throat released a primal emotion within Vinyl which she couldn’t quite explain. She had always felt inferior to Octavia’s success, but now Vinyl found herself dominating her roommate in one of the most degrading ways imaginable. It felt good and Vinyl wanted more. Something inside her snapped, and she began to thoroughly enjoy abusing Octavia’s mouth. Using her magic, Vinyl pressed her roommate’s face closer to her ass.

“Deeper, you submissive sapphic shit-sucker!” Vinyl commanded, “I want to feel your tongue roll inside my hole!”

Octavia was overjoyed. She gulped down the crap-puccino as fast as she could, but the torrent of tawny tish flooded her mouth faster than she could drink it. Trickles of liquidy shit dripped down Octavia’s quivering chin as she endeavored to gulp down as much as possible without choking.

Vinyl screamed with pleasure as she came for the second time today. Her second orgasm was messier than the first. She coated her roommate’s right forehoof in marecum. Vinyl also gave a massive fart during her climax. It reeked of coffee and cabbages. The fart expelled the last of Vinyl’s enema with terrific force. It clung to Octavia’s face and mane as more liquidy shit dripped down her neck. Octavia held a mouthful of her roommate’s waste. Her brown lips were dripping with delicious defecation.

The time spent expelling the enema was as fleeting as a fart, yet it seemed to last much longer from the perspective of Octavia and Vinyl. They savored each second of their scatological symphony. Vinyl collapsed and lay on the bathroom floor in a state of exhausted elation.

"You were right about enemas providing a natural high!" Vinyl said, “My body feels so light. It’s almost like I’m flying.” Once she’d recovered enough strength to sit up, Vinyl looked over at Octavia. Her head, shoulders and chest was coated in coffee-scented crap.

"Don’t get too close until I’ve had a chance to wash this off,” Octavia said, as she wiped the shit from her eyes, “I’d hate for any of this to get on you.”

Octavia suddenly found herself pinned to the ground. Vinyl had tackled her and was kissing her full on the lips. In spite of tasting her own coffee-flavored feces, Vinyl didn’t pull away. Her tongue invaded Octavia’s mouth a the two lover’s swapped saliva on the bathroom floor. Once her rational mind regained control over her lustful urges, Octavia struggled to break free of the kiss.

“Vinyl!” Octavia said, “Have you gone crazy?”

“Crazy?” Vinyl said, “I’m bat shit insane and it’s all thanks to you!” Octavia looked up at Vinyl. Her muzzle was stained with her own shit. It looked like a brown goatee contrasted against her white coat. Octavia looked concerned, as though she had broken her roommate’s brain. Vinyl smiled and did her best to assuage her roommate’s fears.

“Octavia, you’ve loved me like no pony ever has,” Vinyl said, “You introduced me to a higher plane of pleasure. I would swim a sea of shit to be with you.”

“Oh, Vinyl!” Octavia said. She cried as the two lovers embraced. When they eventually pulled away from each other, their chests were both stained with shit.

“So how was the coffee enema?” Vinyl asked.

“Good to the last drop,” Octavia said with a literal shit-eating grin.

It was several weeks later and Octavia was sleeping in bed when she was roused by the sounds and smells of breakfast being made downstairs. The morning sun crept into her room through the window as she stretched and yawned. Octavia smiled as she heard the sounds of her lover walking up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom. The door opened as Vinyl entered while levitating a breakfast tray.

“Breakfast in bed!?” Octavia said, eagerly, “To what do I owe such an honor?”

“Think of it as a long overdue thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” Vinyl said. Octavia smiled as the tray was placed before her. There was a plate filled with toasted oats, hay bacon strips and half an orange.

“This looks wonderful, but where’s the coffee?” Octavia said, “I could smell you brewing some downstairs.” Vinyl grinned coyly before hopping up on the bed and sticking her butt in Octavia’s face.

“I know how you like your coffee served,” Vinyl said, “Now be a good filly and open wide.” Octavia smiled sweetly before pressing her lips against her lover’s asshole.

And the two ponies lived crappily ever after. The end.