Peeping Toms of Harmony

Dot counted the thin strips of random colored confetti decorating the room for the fifth time tonight. Or perhaps it was still the afternoon. Regardless, it was pretty much the only activity he could think of - the rim of the porcelain seat and the streamers on the walls were all he was able to see. At least it was a more interesting sight than some plain surface. Or darkness.

It was about an hour since he had woken up to this, and to the third oldest camera’s frustration, he never really saw anything worth noting despite hearing the faint sounds of excited chatter and music outside. Imagine, social activity going on and absolutely no one had a bladder needing to be emptied. Either that or there were other bathrooms in wherever he was in that ponies would more likely use. Why would one decorate a bathroom, anyways? Was some toddler graduating potty training or something? Was Dot in some nightclub?

Whatever it was, the streamers in his view were all for nothing as the music and voices slowly began to fade. Whatever was going on was now at its end, and Dot couldn’t have felt more disappointed. However, the camera began to pick up sounds of someone approaching the bathroom. Dot shivered - surely some aged manager of the building was on his way to visit the toilet - but for some reason, cartoonish hopping noises took the place of the usual hoofsteps, accompanied by high pitched near-maniacal laughter.

The door opened with such a loud bang that the camera thought it busted from its hinges. Immediately after, Dot heard a comedic springing sound effect, followed by another deafening bang. Pondering how these noises were possible made the pieces fall into place, and Dot’s mood completely and instantaneously turned around. It was the super duper party pony herself - well, of course.

“What a BLAST!” Pinkie Pie’s shouts made the camera wince, but he was just as excited as she was to the point where he didn’t care. “Another successful party! Now, for the other quote unquote guests!” the pony giggled, locking the door. The hopping sounds resumed as Pinkie bounced her way to the toilet. From the bowl, Dot saw a bit of her crazily styled mane every time she jumped.

A few hops later, Pinkie’s butt flew into the camera’s view with an exaggerated whoosh, her cheeks and lifted tail jiggling as she came to a sudden halt dead center over the bowl. Her buttocks were a bit larger and rounder than the average mare’s, and Dot realized just where all those sweets the party pony constantly ate happened to end up. As Pinkie’s rear started gradually descending onto the seat, the camera ignored the random Happy New Year countdown that she started chanting in favor of thinking of how squishy her butt was, and imagined himself pressing a nonexistent hoof into one of her cheeks.

Just as her buttocks began to part, revealing her closed anus and lips, her rear suddenly began to move from side to side. Her movement quickly picked up speed into what was essentially rapid hip swaying, which absolutely stunned the camera. Dot was enjoying the show, but he quickly started wondering why Pinkie hadn’t sat down yet. Did she know he was here and was thus teasing him?

“Ah! My bottom’s shaking by itself!”

Pinkie’s rear moved even more sideways, enough so Dot could see a bit of the mare’s face, her eyes looking at her still wiggling butt. Her anus twitched a few times, and she yelled, “Come on, stop! I gotta go!” A few seconds later, however, her cheeks soon closed, concealing her privates as she stood up, leaving the view of the camera. Dot could only assume that she was assessing the situation.

“Hmmm… butt shaking… I’m being watched…” Pinkie mused dramatically, “and I can’t watch back… the oddest sense of all! Seriously, why would my butt react like that?”

Dot immediately realized that whoever put him there did not take her Pinkie Sense into consideration - a huge mistake, as she was now aware of him, and yet, she couldn’t “watch back”. The camera was right in the toilet, wasn’t he? It would only take one second to be discovered. Dot braced himself for angry eyes and loud noises.

“And it feels like it’s coming from… hmmm…” Pinkie thought out loud as she quickly walked all over the bathroom, evident by her hoofsteps’ fluctuating volume. Several moments passed as Dot took note of a subtle yet frantic tone in the pony’s muttering. Without warning, Pinkie stuck her head into bowl, almost face to face with the camera. “AHA! THERE YOU ARE!” the party pony screeched. Pinkie’s eyes were freakishly wide, her blue pupils darting all over the place. Even though he had expected something like this, Dot was still terrified. This was the end. “I still can’t watch back! WHY CAN’T I SEE YOU?!” Pinkie wailed as her eyes continued jumping around.

The camera was just as confused as she was, but something began to surface in his mind. There was only one explanation. By the time Dot fully wrapped his mind around this revelation, Pinkie gasped as her eyes froze in place. The camera was completely-

“Invisible…” Pinkie Pie whispered in amazement. Thoughts flooded Dot’s head at once. Some form of magic was involved in making him and his brothers undetectable, but how? Was he created this way, or was he enchanted? This would cut the number of suspects by a few thirds, but was the same one who enchanted him the same one who put him in Pinkie’s toilet? Dot focused back on the pony who had a new look in her eyes. The camera was invisible, yes, but he wasn’t invincible.

“THE PINKIE SENSE HAS ALREADY WON!” the mare yelled as she yanked her head out of the bowl and grinned. “Now, I don’t know your exact location, but I’m gonna get you… with this!” she declared, pulling out a giant roll of silver duct tape out of nowhere and waving it over the toilet. Dot nearly blew a fuse. He’d rather be removed by the police or deactivated or something, but being covered so he couldn’t see anything was a fate worse than death for the camera. He prayed that Pinkie would only tape one spot of the bowl, but something told him it definitely wouldn’t happen. Dot braced himself.

Immediately, a horrid ripping noise suddenly rung out through the room. “Ngh… I’ve been holding it in all day! WHY’D YOU HAVE TO BE HERE?” Pinkie complained, grimacing. There was another sound of ripping, but that actually came from the roll of duct tape being pulled out and not from her butt. The noise went on far longer than her fart did, and soon Pinkie Pie brought her ridiculously long strip of duct tape into the toilet and pressed it against the side of the bowl. Instantly, Dot’s view became a blur of grey and pink, as the duct tape was covering the inside of the toilet like sped up footage of a race car going around a track.

”And now, I’m never ever ever going to think about why you’d be in here out of all places!”

In the blink of an eye, his vision was completely black. It was over. Dot could only hear a heavy plop, followed by an overly whimsical sigh as the sound of light splashing began. Even though he was able to listen, the camera felt nothing but despair and silently begged to be able to close his eye.

The black, however, suddenly began to fade into white. Dot’s vision was blurry at first, but it soon transformed into the sight of Pinkie Pie’s buttcheeks squished a little against the seat, urine spilling out of her vaginal lips and into the water below. Dot noticed that the mare did an impossibly amazing job in covering the toilet, as the bowl was now silver without any wrinkles on the surface. What made the camera’s imaginary heart leap, however, was that he was able to see again as if there was not a square inch of duct tape sticking over his eye.

Dot refocused his vision on Pinkie’s anus just as it puckered, letting out a tiny toot. A light brown head came into view like a tiny circle that enlarged as her sphincter stretched open bit by bit. With a crackling noise, the log slowly pushed out and extended, and Dot heard Pinkie start to moan.

“Y-yes… one of the best feelings after a good party…”

The camera noted the details of Pinkie’s turd, which was inches away from his eye. It wasn’t very large in diameter, but its surface was rather smooth, looking healthy for a pony whose diet consisted of sweets. Dot knew that her log must have brought much relief to the mare due to the sounds she was still making. “Ah… oooh… so relaxing…” Pinkie cooed, “looks to be just around a foot now…” she whispered just after the fact as the head of her turd dipped into the water.

The lower half of her log broke off, softly plunging into the bowl, while the end of her poop remained in her butt. Her stream of urine began to weaken and some of it started flowing down her severed log, which must have tickled because Pinkie let out a small laugh, her buttocks shaking and causing the rest of the poop to drop into the water with a splash, and a drop of water barely avoided hitting the camera.

Pinkie’s anus, which now had a stain on the rim, was left open just wide enough so Dot could see the head of another turd, darker than the previous. As her sphincter stretched open, however, the turd revealed itself to be a few small lumps that were stuck together, sticking out of her like tiny spikes. Pinkie grunted, causing the rim of her anus to push forward as the bunched up poop began moving its way out. The camera saw the pieces were exiting out of her much slower than her first log, realizing that Pinkie Pie had spontaneously become constipated.

Suddenly the mare exhaled, exhaustion in her voice. Her anus contracted and Dot saw that it was pulling the lumps back into her. However, Pinkie grunted again, and following a sharp frrrrt her waste resumed its descent. One by one, the hard pieces of excrement fell out of her sphincter and into the water with a ringing plop.

“Hnngh… ahhh…”

Soon, one final constipated dark brown lump remained sticking out of her before dropping out - yet it didn’t hit the water. Dot immediately noticed the piece was hanging by a thread of some sort, attached to a brown head slightly peeking from Pinkie’s anus. The pony began to laugh, which caught the camera by surprise. Somehow she knew about this just by being Pinkie Pie.

“Oooh, a dangler!” Pinkie chuckled, wiggling her butt on the toilet so the nugget swung around as her cheeks jiggled. However, it refused to drop. Pinkie grunted once again, and the piece began to lower as the head above started to poke further out her anus with another crackling noise. To Dot’s amusement, Pinkie began to recite a quote out of something involving a boat.

“Listen, Rose,” Pinkie spoke, her voice doing its best to mimic that of a stallion, “you’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on…”

The log emerged, still carrying the tiny piece as Pinkie continued talking between grunts and moans. It looked thicker than anything she had passed so far. “Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.” she finished, before switching to a high falsetto as the lump began trembling, “I’ll never let go, Jack!”

Just then, the hard nugget finally dropped from its thread, making Pinkie laugh. Her giggles were interrupted by a pleasured cry as the remaining log started to speed up, continuing to make its way out as Dot watched. The sensation must have been indescribable for Pinkie, having held in such a huge turd amongst others for an extended period of time.

“Mmmm… so big…” Pinkie moaned, “nine inches… ten… eleven, twelve, thirteennnngh!” she grunted just as the massive log flopped out of her, and Dot actually saw water fly up from the resulting splash, hitting both her buttcheeks and leaving drops on her fur. “Almost there… hah…” Pinkie panted in exhaustion, wiggling her butt again in an attempt to get the water off of her to no avail.

There was a sudden gurgling sound to which Pinkie yelled excitedly, “Grand finale!” before a thick torrent of diarrhea began noisily exploding out of her anus. The mare half-cheered, half-moaned as her liquid waste shot into the water and got onto some of the duct tape covering the bowl. “I love it when it doesn’t hurt!” Pinkie cried out joyfully, her buttocks shifting on the toilet, angling her anus so her jet of diarrhea fired at various parts of the bowl, thankfully excluding the camera.

Seconds later, the torrent came to a complete stop, and with the sound of a party horn, tiny bits of colored confetti burst out Pinkie’s rear, landing on the sides of the bowl and slowly floating towards the water. This more than likely signaled the end of her release, which Dot was perfectly okay with - he had just witnessed a random but satisfying bowel movement which would remain in his memory for as long as he existed.

The camera heard her sigh whimsically like she did at the beginning, along with some rustling and tearing as he saw the dock of her tail shift slightly. Pinkie leaned forward and the tip of her tail poked through the back end of the bowl’s opening. The pony giggled as the curly pink strands of hair in her tail worked together to push and twist a piece of toilet paper into her brown anus. The now smudged bathroom tissue was rotated, dragging along the rim of her anus, before being dropped into the bowl. As Pinkie started humming, her tail continued to occasionally move out of the bowl before coming back to wipe her privates with more toilet paper. The impact of her diarrhea ensured that it would take several more wipes, but her anus and vaginal lips were soon free of brown and yellow stains.

Pinkie stood up and looked into the bowl, and her eyes widened in amazement at her own stool. “Whoaaa, no wonder it felt so good coming out!” she gasped before pulling the flush handle, and water started pouring from above onto Dot’s vision. Through the whirlpool, the camera saw Pinkie’s hoof rise up, waving for a few seconds. “Bye byeeee!” the pony giggled as the water began to subside. Dot noticed that the duct tape now its silver color once more, before focusing on Pinkie who turned around, her wiggling butt slowly leaving his view-

“What?! I’m STILL being watched?!”

Dot felt a huge surge in terror as Pinkie stuck her face into the toilet again, her crazed look more horrifying than ever. “But I thought… I…” the party pony whispered in confusion, sweat dripping down her face as her eyes bounced all over the place, “wait… this means you’re definitely not in here… where… where?!” Pinkie pulled her head out of the bowl and scrambled out of Dot’s view, but not before he saw a flash of a duct tape roll. “SHOW YOURSELF!”

To his relief, the camera heard the party pony tear out of the bathroom, the soloist of a symphony of continuous ripping and slamming against the many walls of the building, making the streams on the ceiling shake. Suddenly the noises stopped, and Pinkie Pie’s shrieks were heard in the distance - a cadenza.

“I’LL DUCT TAPE THE WHOOOOLE HOUSE IF I HAVE TO! THE NIGHT IS YOUNG!!”