Scatological Symphony

by Bronystories

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Octavia, Sex, DJ P0N-3, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 9313

Vinyl Scratch is shocked to learn that her roommate Octavia is obsessed with every part of her... especially the part that gets flushed.

Vinyl Scratch is shocked to learn that her roommate Octavia is obsessed with every part of her... especially the part that gets flushed.

Contains copious amounts of coprophilia, a 100% medically-accurate coffee enema and a parody of "Let It Go" from Disney's "Frozen."

Published 2014-05-27 00:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-27 00:30:05 UTC

It hits the fan.

It was a few hours before dawn as Vinyl Scratch made her way home from her recent DJ gig at the Hoof Beat nightclub in Ponyville. Her eardrums were still pounding as she bobbed her head rhythmically to the beat. The music of the night continued to echo in her head long after the songs had ceased.

In spite of the darkness, Vinyl still wore her trademark sunglasses. Several neon glow stick necklaces of various colors dimly-illuminated her path as she stepped into her darkened house. A light was flicked on in the kitchen as Vinyl examined the cupboards for a late night snack. Her shelves were empty.

“Note to self: Go grocery shopping tomorrow,” Vinyl murmured under her breath. Her statement was punctuated by the sound of her growling stomach. For a moment, she was tempted to steal some of her roommate’s food. Vinyl opened Octavia’s cupboard; only to find her shelves filled with bags of coffee beans.

“No thanks,” Vinyl thought, “I need something to help me fall asleep.”

Vinyl opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk. After sniffing the glass to make sure the milk hadn’t expired, Vinyl used a heating spell to warm the milk before drinking it. She placed the empty glass in the sink before making her way upstairs towards her room. Vinyl glanced down the hall and noticed that her roommate’s bedroom light was still on.

“Octavia must have insomnia,” Vinyl thought with a smirk, “Must be all that coffee keeping her awake.” The warm milk made Vinyl sleepy, so she entered her room and made a beeline for her bed.

Once Octavia heard her roommate’s door close, she quietly poked her head out into the hallway. She listened to the sound of squeaking bed springs as Vinyl climbed into bed. After a few minutes, Octavia crept down the hall and pressed her ear against her roommate’s door. Octavia could hear the unmistakable sound of Vinyl’s snoring, which sounded very similar to dubstep. Once she was certain that her roommate was sound asleep, Octavia opened the door and stealthily entered the room.

Vinyl had a residue of filth coating the floor of her bedroom. There was a narrow path from the door to her bed. Every other inch of floor was piled with discarded fast food wrappers and dirty clothes. Octavia winced at the slovenly spectacle. She had always managed to keep her room immaculately clean ever since she was a filly. Octavia had scolded Vinyl numerous times on her messy living conditions, but nothing ever changed.

“I’ve never met a more uncouth mare,” Octavia thought, “Does she have no shame?”

Octavia held her breath. She stood frozen in place, out of fear that her rapid heartbeat would awaken Vinyl. She glanced over at her roommate. Vinyl’s white coat was bathed in the moonlight which poured in from the bedroom window.

Octavia put aside her fears. She knew that Vinyl was a sound sleeper. Octavia had done this many times before and hadn’t been caught yet. She convinced herself that tonight would be no different.

Octavia crept slowly to the side of her roommate’s bed. Vinyl’s shades had been set on top of her bedside table. Octavia watched her roommate sleep for several minutes, before leaning close and sniffing her mane. Vinyl hadn’t bothered to shower, so her body was still coated with sweat from her intense performance at the club. Most ponies would find Vinyl’s substandard hygiene off-putting, but Octavia secretly loved it. After gently brushing Vinyl’s mane aside, Octavia kissed her roommate’s right temple.

“Sleep well, my smelly seraph,” Octavia whispered quietly enough so as not to awaken her roommate, “I wonder what other odious odors you have for me to savor.”

After taking a step back from the bed, Octavia glanced at a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. She paused for a moment and mused over the use of clothes in pony society. Covering oneself with a garment wasn’t done in an effort to preserve modesty. In truth, it wasn’t uncommon for some ponies to own no clothes at all. They were predominantly reserved for formal or social occasions. In Vinyl’s case, she sometimes wore clothing when she had a DJ gig.

Octavia searched through the pile of clothes until she found what she was looking for: An old pair of her roommate’s panties. They were white, with blue horizontal stripes, which matched the color of Vinyl’s mane. Just below the elastic waistband, there was a small hole in the back of the panties, which was meant for a pony tail to fit through.

Octavia felt a surge of elation permeate her body. She wasted no time in pressing the prized panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. The pungent aroma of Vinyl’s mare scent filled Octavia’s nostrils like an expensive perfume. Octavia always waited until her roommate was asleep before sneaking in to sniff her panties. The increased risk of being caught by Vinyl, who was a mere few feet away, made the act even more erotic. Octavia gave a grateful shudder as she felt her vulva become puffy and moist from arousal.

After turning the panties inside out, Octavia gazed eagerly on her real prize: Vinyl’s skid mark. A faint brown vertical line from her roommate’s numerous smelly farts had permanently imprinted itself on the back of the panties.

Octavia took her right forehoof and began to grope her gooey grotto while staring at Vinyl. She pressed the panties against her muzzle with her left forehoof. The soft cotton fabric brushed against her nose as she sniffed the skid. She loved it when the offending odor made her eyes water. Octavia was drooling from both sets of lips as she sucked on the succulent stain. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to actually lick Vinyl’s ass cheeks clean. Octavia couldn’t help but let out a moan of unrequited longing as she imagined her roommate’s pastey white butt covered in a thin film of ass sweat. She bit her lip and desperately hoped her lustful noises hadn’t woken her roommate. Vinyl tossed and turned in her bed for a moment before suddenly opening her eyes. She looked around and surveyed an empty room.

“I could’ve sworn I heard a squeak,” Vinyl thought, “Oh, well. Must’ve been the house settling.” Octavia sat in the hallway with her back pressed against her roommate’s door. She pressed Vinyl’s dirty panties to her chest as she felt her heart beating rapidly.

“That was too close,” Octavia thought, “If I had delayed my exit for another second, she would’ve caught me for sure that time.” Octavia pressed her ear to the door and listened to the bedsprings squeak as Vinyl tossed in bed while attempting to fall back asleep.

“Goodnight,” Octavia whispered, “My love.”

Placing her roommate’s panties in her mouth, Octavia walked quietly down the hall. As she entered her room, Octavia looked around at how immaculate everything was. Her cello was displayed in the corner beside her work desk. Parchments with musical compositions were stacked neatly in several rows.

Octavia knelt down and pulled out a long, thin box from beneath her bed. After removing the lid, she examined its contents. There was a blue wad of her roommate’s hair which had been pulled from the shower drain, a couple pairs of Vinyl’s worn and dirty panties which Octavia had pulled from the trash, a clear plastic bag full of shavings from the time Octavia convinced her roommate to get a hooficure and a used bandage which had Vinyl’s clotted blood on it.

“A place for everything and everything in its place,” Octavia said, “Why can’t Vinyl be like me and conceal her uncouth nature from the world?” Octavia kissed the skid mark of the white panties with blue stripes before adding it to her collection of Vinyl memorabilia.

“Someday she’ll know how I feel about her,” Octavia said, wistfully, “Someday.” Octavia slid her secret box beneath her bed before crawling under the covers. After turning out the lights, Octavia stared up at the ceiling and gave an exasperated sigh.

Vinyl was completely oblivious to her roommate’s freaky fetishes. Based on outward appearances, Octavia was prim and proper; all that anypony could ever ask for in a roommate. She always paid her portion of the rent on time, vacuumed the carpets, washed the windows and helped do the dishes.

Vinyl’s main bone of contention came from Octavia being such a colossal neat freak. Octavia always got upset whenever her roommate failed to clean up after herself. Fast food wrappers and dishes left all over the house infuriated Octavia and she had no problem shouting her displeasure.

“Vinyl!” Octavia said on numerous occasions, “You are, by far, the most uncouth mare I’ve ever met!”

One evening, Vinyl ran into her house and sprinted upstairs. She cut several ripe farts as she ran to the bathroom.

“That’s the last time I eat at The Gassy Gaucho for dinner!” Vinyl said, while clenching her butt cheeks tightly.

Vinyl closed the bathroom door and rushed to the commode. The position of sitting in this manner felt unnatural for ponies, but Vinyl has grown accustomed to the toilet ever since she was trained as a little filly. Immediately after positioning herself over the toilet bowl, Vinyl relaxed her sphincter. She waited, but nothing came out. Vinyl strained against her constipation.

“Hrrr!,” Vinyl groaned, “Nnggh!” A few small farts emerged like fanfare announcing a royal procession. The crown of an enormous turd slowly began to emerge from her puffy, white butthole.

“It’s so big,” Vinyl said through gritted teeth, “Oh, sweet Celestia! It feels like I’m being split down the middle!”

Vinyl strained as she worked to expel the enormous excrement from her body. She felt a shiver shoot up her spine as the solid shit cylinder stimulated her sphincter before landing with a loud plop in the toilet bowl.

Vinyl took a moment to catch her breath. Her asshole was still tingling from her monstrous bowel movement. Vinyl turned around and looked down at her recent rectal relinquishment with a mix of awe and accomplishment. The brown log stretched from one end of the bowl to the other. It looked like a fat, fecal phallus.

“It’s so long and firm,” Vinyl thought, “I can’t believe that something so big just came out of me.” Vinyl thought she heard a faint moaning sound, but she assumed it was just her stomach rumbling.

“One thing’s for sure. I definitely need more fiber in my diet,” Vinyl said. The rank stench caused her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. She was eager to dispose of her dropping as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the handle was broken. Vinyl jiggled it, but the commode wouldn’t flush.

“Great,” Vinyl said sardonically to herself, “Better fix the toilet. Last thing I need is Octavia bitching at me for leaving a floater behind.” Vinyl walked downstairs and headed for the kitchen, which is where she kept the tools. What she didn’t realize was that the commode had been purposefully sabotaged.

Once Octavia was certain that her roommate had gone, she pulled back the shower curtain and emerged from the tub where she’d been hiding. Her eager moan from earlier had almost given away her position. She approached the toilet with restrained reverence. The scent of her roommate’s freshly laid log was making Octavia’s mouth water. Her other set of lips were moist from arousal.

After finding a crescent wrench beneath the kitchen sink, Vinyl headed back upstairs to fix the toilet. As she neared the bathroom door, a faint noise could be heard coming from within. She opened the door slowly and carefully peered inside. The seat lid was up and Octavia had her head sticking into the toilet bowl. At first Vinyl thought that Octavia was vomiting.

Vinyl cautiously took a step into the bathroom. A small creak of the floor alerted Octavia to the fact that she wasn’t alone. She lifted her head out of the toilet bowl and turned to stare at her roommate. Vinyl wasn’t prepared for what she saw.

Octavia was smiling, with a literal shit-eating grin. The remnants of her roommate’s monstrous log were smeared on her lips and cheeks. The toilet water glistened as it dripped down Octavia’s chin. Her mouth was filled with feces, which she eagerly gulped down. Octavia slowly began to walk towards her roommate with crap still clinging to her lips. Vinyl dropped her cresent wrench in surprise and took a fearful step back.

“Octavia!” Vinyl shouted, “What in the name of dubstep is wrong with you?”

Octavia was oblivious to her roommate’s panicked questions. Now that the secret of her excrement obsession was out, it was as though a burden had been lifted. Octavia had a chance for her roommate to know the whole truth. She wasn’t about to back down now.

“For years I’ve dreamed how it would be,” Octavia said, “The texture. The consistency. The smell.” There was something sensual about the way Octavia emphasized the smell of Vinyl’s shit.

“It tastes just like I dreamt it would,” Octavia said, euphorically.

“Keep away from me!” Vinyl said, “Octavia, you’re sick! You need help!”

“You can help me by letting me lick more of your lavatory logs,” Octavia said as she moved towards her roommate.

Vinyl slowly backed down the hall, while never taking her eyes off of Octavia. Vinyl’s hind hooves snagged on the hallway rug and caused her to fall. Octavia seized on the opportunity and pinned her roommate to the ground. Vinyl looked up in horror as Octavia’s shit-stained lips formed a sincere smile.

“I love you, Vinyl,” Octavia said in barely a whisper, “I adore every part of you. Even the part you flush.” Before Vinyl could respond, Octavia leaned forward and gave her roommate an open-mouthed kiss. Vinyl wanted to scream, but she was too shocked to make a sound.

Vinyl could feel the clammy sensation of the toilet water dripping down her chin as Octavia kept their lips locked together. Octavia moaned passionately as she tongued her roommate’s mouth. Vinyl winced in disgust. She could smell and taste her own shit as they kissed.

Octavia began to weep as she broke the kiss. She pressed her forehead against the underside of her roommate’s horn. Vinyl could feel salty tears fall upon her nervous brow.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Vinyl,” Octavia said, as her voiced became choked with emotion, “All this time I thought that you should learn to hide your boorish behavior, but I was wrong. You’re content to be a slob and you don’t care who knows it. Your self-confidence inspired me to finally share my true self with you.” Vinyl was at a loss for words. She was stunned that her roommate Octavia, the erudite socialite and musical prodigy, had a secret penchant for poo. Vinyl remained silent. She didn’t know how to react to this. After wiping away her tears, Octavia lifted her head and gazed down lovingly into her roommate’s eyes, which were staring out into space.

“I realize this may be hard to take,” Octavia said, sympathetically, “You’re probably still in shock.”

“It’s a lot to digest,” Vinyl said and immediately regretted her choice of words. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Vinyl just lay in the hallway with her roommate on top of her. Octavia pressed her head against Vinyl’s chest and listened to her rapid heartbeat.

“Calm down,” Octavia said, “It’ll be okay.”

“Why are you doing this?” Vinyl said, in exasperated confusion, “What do you want?” Octavia lifted her head off of her roommate’s chest and stared right into Vinyl’s eyes.

“I want you,” Octavia said.

“Oh shit,” Vinyl said.

“Exactly,” Octavia said, “Ever since I met you, the thought of sampling your scat made me salivate. For years I’ve dreamed of dining on your delicious defecation.” Octavia lay beside her roommate and slowly rubbed one of her forehooves against Vinyl’s belly.

“You tish-filled tease,” Octavia said, “How long must I wait before I’m finally filled with your felicitous feces?”

“Nope!” Vinyl said, suddenly. After leaping to her hooves, Vinyl ran from Octavia and headed for the nearest open door, which happened to be the bathroom. Before Octavia had time to react, Vinyl had locked herself inside. Vinyl looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her expression was of confused panic.

“This has to be a dream,” Vinyl said, “Some sick, disgusting dream. I need to wake up.”

Vinyl used her magic to fill up a glass of water and splashed it in her face. When she opened her eyes, she was still in the bathroom, only now her mane was wet. Vinyl was about to swear, when the sound of her roommate knocking on the bathroom door made her jump.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, Vinyl. Please, don’t shut me out ,” Octavia said in desperation, “I love you.” Vinyl winced as she looked over at the toilet. Octavia had eaten all of the excrement and had even licked the bowl clean.

Octavia was crying outside of the bathroom, when the door opened. She looked up into the eyes of Vinyl, who was levitating a roll of toilet paper with her unicorn magic. Vinyl’s immediate reactions had been disgust and pity, but as she stared into her roommate’s big, pleading eyes, she couldn’t help but sense the genuine love Octavia had for her. Vinyl tore off several squares of toilet paper and used it to wipe the tears from Octavia’s eyes.

“Come inside and let’s talk about this,” Vinyl said. Octavia and Vinyl sat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor and stared at one another.

“First of all, let me say how thoroughly disgusted I am with you,” Vinyl said, “Don’t think you’ve won me over because I opened the door. I still think what you did was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Understood,” Octavia said, “My actions failed to conform to societal norms and you have every right to be disgusted.”

“This isn’t about societal norms,” Vinyl said, “What you did was…” Vinyl lost her train of thought as she stared at the remnants of her shit which was still clinging to her roommate’s lips. Vinyl tore off several squares of toilet paper and gave them to Octavia.

“You have a little… something on your lips,” Vinyl said, awkwardly.

“Sorry,” Octavia said as she took the toilet paper which was intended for her lips and used it to dab at her moist eyes, “You must think my table manners are atrocious.”

Vinyl winced as she watched Octavia’s tongue lick her shit-stained lips clean. Vinyl wondered if it could really be considered poor ‘table manners’ if the meal came straight from the toilet. For a moment, the two roommates remained silent. Vinyl appeared to be searching for the right words. The more she thought about this situation, the angrier she became.

“When I think of all the times you scolded me for leaving out dirty dishes,” Vinyl said, irritated, “Now I find you…” Vinyl cringed. She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

“Eating your shit?” Octavia said; trying to be helpful in the most direct way possible.

“Don’t you find that at all hypocritical?” Vinyl said, “You had me convinced that you were a neat freak. Now I find out that you’re just freaky.”

“What? You mean if I was an outward slob like you, my fecal fixation would be more understandable?” Octavia said, curtly, “I would think that my dining on defecation would be shocking to you regardless of how clean I kept my room.” Vinyl furrowed her brow and snorted contemptuously.

“Fair enough,” Vinyl said, “But what about bacteria? Aren’t you worried about getting sick?” Octavia mulled over her roommate’s concerns as she considered how to phrase her response.

“While it’s true that poop is full of bacteria, it’s also the same bacteria that lives in your gut and plays many healthy roles in your body,” Octavia said, “Coprophagy is not necessarily unhealthy unless the poop originates from an unhealthy individual.” Vinyl could feel her stomach turn as Octavia continued to explain the science behind stool sampling.

“Bacteria in the colon can metabolize fiber and generate useful nutrients that are only partly absorbed during initial ingestion of the food we eat, while the rest are excreted with the stool,” Octavia said, “Reingestion of these nutrients by consuming stools allows a second opportunity for absorption in the gut. In fact, coprophagy in mice is considered normal behavior because it helps them to extract extra energy from their food.”

“There are better ways to get nutrition,” Vinyl said.

“I never said that I ate shit solely for its nutritional value,” Octavia said, “I merely wanted to assuage your fears by assuring you that consuming crap won’t kill me. Excrement is an acquired taste and one which I greatly enjoy.”

“Fair enough,” Vinyl said, “But don’t think you’re ever going to convince me to eat your poo. I can tell you right now that’s never going to happen. I don’t care how nutritious it is.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to change for me,” Octavia said, longingly, “I was just hoping you would be flattered to learn that I not only worshiped the ground you walk on, but also adored your anal alms.” After seeing the look of disgust on her roommate’s face, Octavia sighed and hung her head. Vinyl gulped.

“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” Vinyl said.

“We’ve known each other for years as friends and roommates,” Octavia said, “I can no longer hide my true feelings. If we are what we eat then I want to be your poop.” Vinyl nearly jumped as Octavia moved swiftly towards her. In a flash Vinyl was leaning against the side of the toilet. It felt very cold against the back of her neck. Octavia was close enough for her roommate to smell her shitty breath.

“Please make me your little porcelain princess,” Octavia said, desperately, “I want you to use me like the dirty commode I am. Fart in my face and shit in my mouth. I want the warm and mushy cascade of your caca cornucopia to stain my teeth. When I’m in public, I want my brown nose and foul stench to show the world that I’m your submissive and smelly toilet twat.” Vinyl was at a loss for words. She’d never had anypony be so hopelessly obsessed with her before.

“You love me more than anything, don’t you?” Vinyl said, “Even your own dignity?”

“I would do anything for you,” Octavia said, “No matter how degrading.” Vinyl’s face broke into a sly smile.

“So, you’d do anything for me, huh?” Vinyl asked.

“Oh, yes!” Octavia said, “Please give me a chance to prove my love.”

“Alright,” Vinyl said, “If you love me, then promise me you’ll never eat shit again.” Octavia’s face fell. She sighed while staring morosely at the floor tiles.

“You just don’t understand,” Octavia said, sadly, “Eating excrement is part of who I am. There’s more to this story than you know.”

“Then tell me,” Vinyl said, “When did you first discover this passion for poo?”

Octavia walked over to the shower and turned on the faucet. She closed the curtain as the hot water caused the bathroom to fill with steam. It was like their own personal sauna. Vinyl moved away from the toilet and sat next to Octavia. The two ponies could feel their pores open as they sat beside each other with their backs against the outer edge of the tub.

“It all started with my mother,” Octavia said, “She was a big proponent of natural remedies. When I was younger, I rarely went to the doctor or took any medicine. My mother assured me that my body was the greatest doctor I would ever have.”

“What would she do when you didn’t feel well?” Vinyl asked.

“Whenever I became sick or constipated as a filly, my mother would administer an enema to cleanse my colon of impurities,” Octavia said, “I knew my parents gave each other enemas as well, but I never saw them do it. Sometimes after they had finished, I would go to the bathroom and see the enema bag and nozzle drying. I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I imagined my mother with her tail sticking up so my father could insert a well-lubed nozzle into her bottom.” Vinyl winced as she imagined her own parents having sex. She shook her head to rid her mind of the horrible mental image.

“I was too young to comprehend the erotic undertones of enemas,” Octavia said, “Looking back on it, I can see why my parents were so madly in love with one another.” Octavia paused and gave a wistful sigh before continuing her story.

“Mother always encouraged me to pee before my enema,” Octavia said, “She told me that an empty bladder allowed more room inside me for the cleansing suds.”

“Did the enemas hurt?” Vinyl asked.

“Mother was gentle with me,” Octavia said, “She always thoroughly lubricated my entrance and the nozzle before inserting the enema. She would read me stories while monitoring my progress. She helped to make sure I didn’t accidentally make a mess.” Vinyl stared at Octavia, who gave a somber sigh.

“Once I was old enough to go into heat, my enemas had a whole new significance,” Octavia said, “After I discovered the joys of self pleasure, I was eager to experience an orgasm during an enema.”

“Sounds to me like you didn’t know whether you were cumming or going!” Vinyl said. The bad pun caused Octavia to furrow her brow and glare at her roommate.

“Sorry,” Vinyl said, “So, what did you do?”

“One day, after my mother had inserted the nozzle, I asked her if I could be by myself for a while, instead of reading stories. I never told her what I intended to do, but by the look on her face, I think she knew. After promising her that I wouldn’t make a mess, my mother left me to experiment.”

“So you just started clopping on the bathroom floor?” Vinyl asked.

“The urge to masturbate comes naturally during an enema,” Octavia said, “So I reasoned that there was no harm in embracing the full pleasures of my body.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Vinyl said.

“Since some of my first sexual experiences were so closely linked to enemas, it’s only natural that I would find the scent and sight of scat arousing,” Octavia said.

“I still don’t understand how you go from enemas to actually eating shit,” Vinyl said.

“I’ve always been a gifted musician,” Octavia said, “After I got my cutie mark, my parents sent me off to a finishing school for musical prodigies. I brought my enema bags with me, but my teacher confiscated them when I arrived. She thought that enemas were vulgar and forbade me from ever doing them again.”

“Well that sucks,” Vinyl said, “What happened next?”

“One night while I was returning to my dorm, I passed by a familiar smell,” Octavia said, “Somepony had forgotten to curb their dog. I scooped the freshly laid doggie doo up on a blank sheet of parchment in an effort to keep the campus beautiful, but I couldn’t compel myself to throw the tish in the trash. The smell of scat was intoxicating. I crumpled the parchment around the dog turd and placed it in my saddle bag. After hurrying back to my dorm room, I hopped into bed and pulled the covers over me.” Vinyl could feel the steam from the shower relaxing her. She sat and listened to Octavia’s story with rapt attention.

“I took the dog turd out of the bag and held it to my nose,” Octavia said, “I closed my eyes and reflected back to the enemas of my youth. The powerful scent of scat wafted up my nostrils and made my pussy moist. I began to touch myself while sniffing the doggie doo. I was on the verge of euphoria, when the light to the dorm room switched on.”

“Who was it?” Vinyl asked.

“The teacher,” Octavia said, “She had come for a surprise inspection. I knew I couldn’t be caught with dog crap, so I did the only thing I could think of.”

“You swallowed the evidence?” Vinyl asked.

“There was no time to do anything else!” Octavia said, “No sooner had stuffed the doggie doo in my mouth, than the teacher pulled back the covers. I looked her in the eye while swallowing shit. She could smell the poo, which fortunately masked the scent of my moist marehood. The teacher wrinkled her nose in disgust and asked me what that offensive odor was. I lied and told her that I had just passed gas.”

“Wow,” Vinyl said, “and she bought it?”

“She did,” Octavia said, “I still got reprimanded, though. She told me that ‘proper fillies never fart in bed.’”

“So your teacher never found out what you were really doing?” Vinyl asked.

“Shortly after that incident, I began to develop stronger cravings for crap,” Octavia said, “I tried several different diets to determine which foods produce the most savory stools. I’ve managed to kept my scat fetish a secret from everypony… until today. I hope that now you know the whole story, you can understand why I do what I do.” Vinyl closed her eyes and sighed. There was a substantial silence as beads of condensation slid down the bathroom mirror.

“I would understand if you never wanted to see me again,” Octavia said, sadly. Without any warning, Vinyl leaned forward and hugged her roommate. She was crying.

“Ever since we first met, I’ve always looked up to you,” Vinyl said, “You were always so refined, while I was a slob. You performed for royalty while I entertained drunken losers. I envied your success. You gave me something to aspire to. I’ve always cared for you, Octavia, even if I never had the courage to admit it before. Nothing you do will ever stop me from loving you.” Octavia reciprocated the hug and began to sob tears of joy. After allowing her roommate to have a good cry, Vinyl wiped away the tears.

“So be honest with me,” Vinyl said, “What does it feel like to have an enema?”

“The soapy water can be uncomfortable at times,” Octavia said, “I was grateful when I eventually discovered the joys of coffee enemas.” Vinyl’s eyes went wide.

“Is that why you have so much coffee?!” Vinyl said, “You’ve been pouring it in your ass? Doesn’t that burn?” Octavia giggled.

“The coffee’s not boiling hot,” Octavia said, “It feels warm and wonderful. You should try it sometime.”

“We’ll see,” Vinyl said, “One step at a time.”

With a friend like her, who needs enemas?

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.