Peeping Toms of Harmony

All that was on the second youngest camera’s mind right now was that he was incredibly lucky. Just hours ago, Particle had woken up to find his vision was entirely black. Perhaps he was trapped somewhere with no crack of light to be seen, which the camera had found unsettling. The only thing he was able to hear was the faint, muffled sound of a sewing machine, which had given him the impression that he was buried underneath the floor of a rundown sweatshop.

However, it was as if someone had slapped some sense into him - he was in a pony’s bathroom just like every one of his brothers. The lid of the toilet Particle resided in was merely closed, which had calmed him down a bit. A name had come to him seconds later, one that completely turned his mood around. Out of the six ponies the family of cameras were watching, Particle had been assigned to spy on quite possibly the most beautiful unicorn ever in existence.

Since then, Particle was fixated on every single detail on what kind of mare Rarity was. He already knew that she was obviously a seamstress, but of what kind? The camera was able to get more details of her occupation and personality due to the fact that Rarity occasionally spoke her thoughts aloud. Her elegant, sing-song voice, carrying an alluring ladylike accent, gave Particle the impression that she was prim and proper, and her words revealed that she did everything in her power to sew her clothing to perfection. She wasn't just an ordinary seamstress - she was a fashionista, currently designing something in her own bedroom which was just several feet away from him.

Just then, Rarity started humming to herself, the sound carrying over into her own bathroom. Particle’s heart immediately leapt. He was enjoying her voice enough when she was speaking, but when music was added into the mix, the camera found it angelic nearly beyond compare. It was almost as good as actually seeing her. Almost. It had been quite a few hours, and Particle was still stuck in the darkness of the toilet bowl, beginning to wish he could actually put his vision to good use for once.

The humming suddenly stopped, and the sewing machine slowed down to a halt. Particle became more alert - was Rarity going to leave her bedroom? Was she finished with her dress? The camera listened intently as the mare let out an exhausted sigh.

“I suppose that’s all for right now,” Rarity spoke to herself, “in the meantime, I should probably use the… little filly’s room…” there was a slight tone of embarrassment in those last three words. Particle stood stiller than he already was. Immediately, the camera picked up hoofsteps that seemed to get closer and closer until it became clear that the fashionista was about to enter the bathroom.

Particle heard the turning of a door handle, and then a light creaking noise. The bathroom door was gently opened, and the camera listened to Rarity walking in and closing it shut. She was just a couple of yards away from her toilet, away from Particle, and the gap was closing, sounded by the approaching hoofsteps. Each second was like another hour to the camera as he waited for the toilet lid to be lifted, and he would finally be able to see something different - and better - for once.

A large, glowing, light blue ring in his vision took Particle by surprise. He had forgotten that Rarity was, of course, a unicorn, and the toilet lid was just being surrounded by her magical aura. It lit up the bowl, showing that it was completely spotless, and the camera noticed a bunch of purple wool that was flattened and attached to the toilet seat. The lid began to rise, lighting up the bowl even more, and Particle was absolutely stunned at what he was now able to see, not even caring whether he was invisible or not.

The white unicorn’s face was just several inches from the bowl, a sight that would’ve made all of his older brothers short circuit in envy if they were to ever find out. Rarity’s blue jewels that were her eyes, surrounded by thick eyelashes and light blue eye shadow, were calmly following the toilet lid as it rose. The source of its levitation was Rarity’s glowing horn, carrying the same colored aura as the lid. Behind her horn was her perfectly groomed mane that was curled in such a way that Particle saw that it carried many differing shades of blueish purple. The camera just about fell in love.

As the lid left Particle’s vision and hit the back of the toilet with a light thud, Rarity’s eyes darted towards the side. The fashionista’s horn continued glowing, and at the bottom of that adorable snout of hers, her mouth tightened a little with unease. Particle heard something rip a few times, and soon enough, the mare’s eyes slowly moved towards the center as a few glowing rectangles of soft looking toilet paper floated over the bowl. While Rarity positioned them in the air so they would resemble an arc, the camera noticed a patterned texture on each of the pieces - that was one fancy roll of toilet paper. The unicorn laid the bathroom tissue onto one side of the wool-covered seat, and the aura surrounding the rectangles flashed briefly before disappearing.

Particle suddenly realized the procedure was completely unnecessary - in a public restroom, it’d be understandable, but in her own home? The toilet seat was already softened by the wool, anyways. Regardless, with only half the seat covered, Rarity tore off some more toilet paper with her magic and levitated it towards the other side of the fuzzy surface.

After she placed the pieces down, Rarity stared into the bowl as Particle listened to the toilet paper roll rotate several times, which confused the camera - didn’t she already cover the seat? He heard another rip, and this time, the unicorn brought a rather long strip of tissue into the camera’s vision. She folded it several times, making sure that each pleat was precise. Rarity lowered the layered bunch of toilet paper past Particle’s view and into the toilet, and as he heard the gentle sound of the water in the bowl rippling a little, the unicorn’s horn reverted to its normal white color, no longer glowing.

A faint red color seeped into the area just below her eyes, but Rarity took a deep breath, making her blush fade a bit. Her preparations done, the unicorn’s head retreated from Particle’s vision. The camera heard some more hoofsteps and he saw her tail, groomed in the same style as her mane. As the end of Rarity’s tail went over the bowl, Particle got a full view of the fashionista’s rear.

Rarity’s butt was rounder than those of any of the ponies the camera’s brothers spied on. In fact, her cheeks weren’t just round, they were plump, healthy, and just indescribably amazing to look at. Her buttocks actually appeared to be almost whiter than Rarity’s face, and it would have been so perfectly smooth to the touch if not for a circle of very slightly ruffled fur reaching around the center of her cheeks, indicating that she had recently been sitting on something, probably rather soft, for quite a long time. Particle felt an overwhelming desire to rub a hoof, a tail, a wing, anything against those buttocks, perhaps to smooth out the fur, maybe even playfully smacking one of her cheeks afterwards. Would her cheek jiggle for a few seconds, or not move at all? The urge only grew as Rarity’s rear slowly descended onto the seat, the dock of her tail lifting ever so slightly as her butt inched towards the camera. He noticed a few light blue diamonds on the sides of her cheeks, which only served to make her rear look even better.

Rarity sat down in a manner far more gentle than how she had placed the toilet paper on the seat, perhaps trying to make sure they wouldn’t get disturbed one bit. Her cheeks squished a little, pressing against the toilet paper and the wool, and spread apart, exposing her vaginal lips and anus to the camera, who saw that they were just as white as the fur on her butt. The front of her vagina opened slightly, revealing the pink flesh within as a stream of light yellow urine began flowing out of her. The sound of light pattering rather than splashing began, indicating that the unicorn’s makeshift cushion was at work. Particle heard a muffled groan of relief as she peed, the sound bringing an image of Rarity’s face with her eyes closed to the camera’s mind.

Moments after Rarity’s urination began, her white anus puckered and slowly opened. With a soft crackling noise, the head of a light brown log appeared in her expanding hole. The unicorn must have heard the sound, because she instantly let out a small cry of disgust. “Ah… ewww… so gross…” Rarity moaned, sounding appalled, “w-where’s my… mmph… music player?” she asked to no one in particular as the mare’s cheeks shifted for several seconds, dragging the pieces of toilet paper along the wool by the tiniest bit. Particle could only guess that she was looking for the object of interest, and in doing so, the motion caused her stream of urine and her anus to move around a little bit as her turd began to emerge.

As the moderately thick log pushed out of her protruding anus, the camera saw it was smooth and healthy, perhaps the result of the diet Rarity followed in order to maintain her figure, and yet it looked wet and sticky and unlike anything that would be associated with such a pretty fashionista. Particle knew that it could’ve easily fallen out of her in a matter of seconds, but the mass had only grown to four inches in length within several moments. Rarity, it seemed, was rather shy when it came to emptying her bowels, and as a result, some of her waste was already clinging to her anus, leaving some brown specks along the rim.

“O-ohhh, there it is… f-found it… ugh…” Rarity said, relief and disgust in her voice as her log suddenly sped up, its smooth surface allowing it to quickly extend by just a few more inches before dropping off. It fell past the camera and into the bowl with a soft thud, caught by the floating cushion of toilet paper. Particle heard a click of a button, along with a light clunk - Rarity must have put her player on the tank of the toilet - and soon enough, some music started playing. It was a pop song, complete with piano, drums, and a female vocalist.

“I don't wanna wait… for our liiiiiives to be over…”

At the exact moment the singer's voice crescendoed, Rarity grunted, almost as if she was trying to time herself. Her sphincter opened again to make way for another brown piece of excrement. Just as it eased past the slightly stained rim of her anus, Rarity started humming to the music, presumably in an effort to muffle the crackling sounds her log made as it descended inch by inch. Particle was in heaven - such a beautiful sound in juxtaposition with a sight that would have most likely nauseated the mare. The second turd was as smooth, brown, and thick as her previous one, but it was sliding out of her notably faster this time. The unicorn was more than likely comfortable in being unable to hear her bowel movement, not even the sound of faint but rapid hoofsteps that Particle began to pick up.

For a few seconds, the camera thought that whoever else was in Rarity’s house was simply running around. However, the noise began to grow louder in volume. Particle expected the fashionista to notice, but nothing happened. Rarity’s turd, now over half a foot, was still pushing its way out while the unicorn continued humming to her music as the hoofsteps came closer and closer…

Suddenly, Particle heard the bathroom door slam open, and a younger sounding pony cheerfully squeaked, “Hi Rarity-”

Immediately, Rarity’s buttcheeks jumped an inch off the seat, some rectangles of toilet paper sticking to the fur while the others shifted a little from their original positions, one piece actually floating down into the bowl. As her steam of urine flailed wildly, the unicorn’s buttocks tightly clenched which caused her unfinished log to drop and hit the water with a loud thud, perhaps almost breaking through the toilet paper resting on the surface. A deafening, frightened shriek rang throughout the bathroom, so loud that Particle could barely hear the filly apologizing and scampering out, slamming the door behind her. Rarity’s scream was cut short, replaced with deep, heavy breathing.

Recovering from the sound, Particle focused his vision on the aftermath of Rarity being walked in on. The very tips of her hooves were now in between her thighs, perhaps to conceal her private bits from her little sister. Rarity was breathing heavier and faster than normal, her buttocks were trembling and her urine continued spilling from her lips, probably uncontrollably - at least her stream was starting to wind down. What the camera noticed the most, however, was a new brown stain surrounding her anus, which was hiding behind quivering buttcheeks. Her butt closed and opened a little with each deep breath, causing the small mess of excrement to smear around a bit.

“Sweetie Belle… darling…” Rarity moaned weakly over the music and the fading sound of her peeing, “knock… next time… please…”

Particle heard the door being locked by the unicorn’s magic as Rarity gave a deep sigh, lifting her hooves from her legs and out of the camera’s view. The fashionista squeezed her thighs together as Particle picked up the brief, sharp rustling of some paper. It wasn’t toilet paper - it was something else, and whatever it was lightly slapped against something soft, and the camera soon heard the flip of a page.

“Maybe… perhaps some reading material could help me settle down…” Rarity suggested to herself, her breathing starting to relax. Judging from how the paper sounded, she was reading some sort of magazine that was resting on her lap. After a brief period of fantasizing being the one cradled in her smooth white thighs, Particle wondered what her magazine was about, but he kept his focus on Rarity’s butt, watching her urine slow down to just a small drip every few seconds before eventually stopping. Finished with her liquid waste, her vaginal lips closed, now stained yellow from her pee, and Rarity gave another sigh, this time of relief.

As time went by, the camera heard the unicorn occasionally turn a page in her magazine. The song on Rarity’s player was still going, and it became apparent that it was on a loop. A few minutes passed during which the song ended and restarted, and the unicorn soon felt calm enough to hum to the music again. Additionally, her stained anus was starting to poke out between her cheeks, seeming ready to squeeze out the rest of her excrement. Particle waited for the unicorn's defecation to resume, and eventually, Rarity paused her humming to give the softest of grunts.

“Mph…”

Rarity's dirty anus just barely puckered for a second before retreating, causing her to let out a frustrated gasp. Particle immediately understood why - even though Sweetie Belle was no longer around to walk in on Rarity, the embarrassment of being spontaneously interrupted was still there, taking its toll on her release. The camera knew that the other half of her unfinished log was still in there, just waiting to poke out. However, the unicorn's sphincter, which had pushed out around two healthy logs with relative ease, was now hesitant, refusing to open beyond a mere half inch in diameter.

The fashionista grumbled, muttering her little sister's name before resuming her humming. As her anus wavered in size, expanding by just a tiny bit more with each push, Rarity mixed in a few more grunts with her sounds, which Particle found a little less pleasant but still appealing to listen to.

“Hmmm hrrmm hmph hmm hmmnngh hmmmm~”

Perhaps self aware of the noise she was making, the unicorn soon stopped humming altogether. Rarity grew silent as her anus continued its attempts at opening, but she gave a sharp breath every time it closed. However, she was getting closer and closer to her relief - Particle noticed that her sphincter was protruding for increasingly longer periods of time. After around a minute, Rarity's anus finally opened wide enough for the rest of her second turd to emerge.

Satisfied that she was back on track, Rarity started making comments on the magazine, which gave Particle some clues about what she was reading. It was a fashion magazine, and Rarity was oohing and ahhing over whatever clothing was in the pictures - however, Particle imagined her sounds to be over something else. The fashionista’s turd was extending all the while, and around just over two inches the camera could see that the surface was still as smooth as ever. However, the bottom was now jagged from Rarity’s buttocks cutting the formerly lengthy log in half.

“By Celestia, the- ah… trimming on this looks absolutely marvelous!” Rarity exclaimed, talking over the crinkling noises her piece of excrement was making, “I simply must try this… ooh… technique on my n-next work! The material seems rather expensive, though…”

The unicorn's voice dropped to an excited mutter, discussing to herself how she would pull off her idea. Suddenly, Particle heard a noisy crackle, and he saw Rarity's anus was beginning to lose its grip. Just like her first log, the turd increased in speed, slipping down to just over five inches as the mare continued wondering aloud. “I feel like I can't use that, though… but maybe I can find something in these next few pa- mmMMMmphhmm…” Rarity’s words were interrupted by a mix between a purr and a moan, evidently shuddering from the unexpected burst in relief as Particle saw her buttocks tremble for only a second. This short movement, however, was enough for the thin, pointy tail of her log to snake out her anus, and the entire mass fell into the toilet with a noisy splash, likely missing the folded bathroom tissue that was already carrying two pieces of excrement. As the unicorn’s anus seemed to recoil at the sound, drops of water landed on the sides of the bowl and Rarity’s cheeks.

“Ohhhh- ugh…” Rarity groaned, wiggling her buttocks a little in an attempt to shake off the drops. She only succeeded in further disturbing the pieces of toilet paper underneath her cheeks as Particle heard her player lift off the toilet. “I should really put on something a bit louder…”

The soft piano, drums, and singing were abruptly cut short with another click of a button, and in their place was an explosion of musical instruments consisting of strings, woodwinds, brass, and percussion. Particle heard Rarity set her player of top of the toilet, apparently satisfied with the full fledged orchestra. As the unicorn’s anus began to pucker again, the camera realized that this particular song sounded rather unique compared to normal classical music. It sounded like something an energetic jazz band would play… or did it sound more like a lively tango?

PPPPPRRrrrfffFFffffrrtrtrtttt pfrt pft pt

Rarity’s anus suddenly let out a loud, booming fart which momentarily drowned out the orchestra. Her buttocks immediately turned a very light shade of red, though Particle imagined it was nothing compared to her face. Her sphincter quickly retreated back in between her stained cheeks while her whole rear tensed up, perhaps hoping not to make any further noise.

“U-ugh! Revolting…!” Rarity whispered, sounding incredibly embarrassed, “absolutely revolting!” At once, Particle heard several, rapid clicks, realizing that the unicorn was pressing one of the buttons on her player like mad. In just a few seconds, the orchestral piece swelled in volume. The clicking soon stopped, and Rarity’s buttocks relaxed as her anus opened, an audible hiss lingering in the bowl as the camera saw that the usually pinkish red inner walls of her sphincter were coated with a thin layer of waste.

It wasn't until a single string instrument that stood out from the others started playing - a cello - did Rarity's third log come into view. The new piece of excrement was a rather fat, dark brown head that stretched the rim of Rarity's anus more than her previous two turds. As the cellist played just as fast as the orchestra was performing, the unicorn’s log began its descent, crackling freely almost as if it was aware that its noises couldn't be heard by anyone except for Particle, who was enjoying the sights and sounds more than ever.

“Hnng- heavens, Miss Octavia Melody,” Rarity moaned as she complimented the solo musician, “y-you're performing- ahhh- oh so mmmm- marvelously in this piece!”

As the orchestra played on, Rarity's anus continued to slowly push out her thick log inch by inch. Particle saw that the turd looked a bit more compact than her usual stool, carrying cracks on its surface. The camera noticed that Rarity was now doing her best to stifle her moans of relief, and her sounds came out in pleasured and tuneless hums that didn't quite fit the musical piece, which had started to increase in tempo. Oddly enough, it fit the situation as the unicorn’s log was at around four inches and still extending.

Particle was wondering if Rarity’s mass would speed up as well just when her sphincter contracted a little bit, signaling a thinner part of her log. Her turd went over half a foot, before the bottom five inches of it broke off and hit the water below. The slightly less thick but nonetheless sizable piece of Rarity’s waste was sticking out her anus while the music reached the apex of its speed, maintaining its tempo as the cellist continued to play furiously over the orchestra. Hearing a soft grunt, Particle saw the unicorn's sphincter push just a little bit more, and the severed log stretched ever so slowly before dropping out to join its other half.

What remained in the mare’s dirty hole was one final brown head. The camera didn’t know what told him that Rarity was almost at the end of her release - the music beginning to slow down, or the three large turds that had been pushed out. Either way, Particle was expecting something much smaller and shorter, and soon enough, a large nugget emerged from the fashionista’s anus. Rarity grunted one last time and the rim of her sphincter protruded, allowing the last piece to slowly push forward. It grew to around two inches before dropping out of her, the resulting splash just barely drowned out by the long, concluding note of the orchestra piece. The music had ended at the same time as Rarity’s bowel movement did.

“Ah… finished…” Rarity exclaimed as her anus shrunk back between her cheeks, “oh… oh goodness, I'm feeling quite a big m-mess back there…” she noted, apparently sensing her brown stain that was still lingering in the center of her buttocks. However, that wasn’t to say that it was the only mess the unicorn’s rear carried. Drops of toilet water were hanging under the sides of her cheeks, while her vaginal lips were still carrying yellow spots from her urine. Already, Particle knew it would take a lot of toilet paper to clean it all up.

Rarity shifted her butt on the toilet, and the camera waited for her to lift up her round cheeks and use the squares of toilet paper that were on the cushioned seat… or not. She was instead turning towards her toilet paper roll, and the camera soon heard it jiggle, wobbling around the metal stick of its holder. Something was off about the noise, however. Particle didn't know much outside of his task of spying on Rarity, but toilet paper didn't usually sound abnormally light, hollow, or empty-

Almost on cue, the classical music restarted, its explosion of sound perfectly timed with Rarity's gasp. Her smudged anus, perhaps instinctively, clenched up along with her buttocks. The words that subsequently escaped her mouth carried pure terror.

“What- I'm out?! W-where-” Rarity uttered, mortified, “the... the cabinet... is it in the cabinet?" she asked, lifting one cheek off the toilet and leaning on one side of the seat. Particle saw that her sudden change in posture caused some pieces of toilet paper on the seat to fall into the bowl, while her fashion magazine slowly slid down her thigh and out of his view. The camera, however, was more focused on the fact that Rarity’s stance gave him a slightly angled view of her dirty anus, which was occasionally opening and closing. Following a sharp crumple that her magazine made upon hitting the floor, Particle heard the sounds of little wooden doors being opened and closed rather loudly over the orchestra. Did Rarity know that the answer was right underneath her rear? Somehow, she had completely forgotten what she did prior to sitting down just minutes ago.

“No… nonononono, Celestia, no, I’m completely out! H-How did I not refill the cabinet?!” Rarity squealed as her raised cheek slammed back onto the wooly seat, one of its sides no longer covered in bathroom tissue. “Of all the worst things that could happen, this is the worst possible thing!” she cried rather dramatically, letting out a sob as she started hyperventilating. Irony was the first thing that came to Particle's mind - Rarity had wasted all of her toilet paper in an effort to keep herself clean and unabashed, and now she was paying the price. The camera likened her new situation to an encore after an alluring, sensual performance.

“Okay, Rarity, don't panic!” she cried to herself, clearly panicking, “It’s just in another room, I just need… s-somepony else to get it for me… ohhh…” her buttcheeks trembled, and Particle knew the unicorn was shuddering from the very thought. The camera heard a single click of a button, and the entire orchestra immediately paused. Probably forever.

The resulting silence probably didn’t provide the right atmosphere for Rarity’s predicament, because it took almost a whole minute for her to muster up the courage. The fashionista was taking deep breaths the whole time, but eventually, she cleared her throat and shouted, “SWEETIE BELLE!”

However, Particle heard nothing. A few seconds passed in which Rarity’s buttocks clenched again as her rear wiggled uncomfortably on the toilet. “Ugh… SWEETIE BELLE?” she called out in a less frantic tone.

“Rarity?” her little sister’s voice faintly replied.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Rarity exhaled in relief, before raising her voice again, “SWEETIE BELLE? U-um, could... COULD YOU COME OVER HERE? THERE’S SOMETHING I REALLY NEED YOU TO DO FOR ME!”

“OKAY!” Sweetie Belle shouted, her voice growing in volume. Particle began to hear approaching hoofsteps as Rarity’s sister ran through the bedroom, getting closer and closer to where the fashionista was. “What is it?” she asked loudly despite the fact that she was probably right in front of the bathroom door at the very moment.

There was a pause as Rarity took another deep breath. “Sweetie Belle, uh, could you be a dear and… and-” she took yet another- “fetch me a roll of… t-toilet paper?”

“Toilet paper?”

“Y-yes, toilet paper!” Rarity replied with the slightest hint of shame in her voice, “Please, there should be some in this house, oh, hurry…” her words trailed off while her butt shifted on the seat, her cheeks moving up and down one by one.

“Alright! Don’t worry!” Sweetie Belle squeaked again, and the camera heard her hoofsteps start anew. As they faded away, Particle saw Rarity’s smudged inner cheeks begin to lightly rub against each other as her legs moved side to side. Suddenly the unicorn gagged, and her movements halted.

“Ew, ewww, it smells just absolutely horrid…” Rarity whimpered, coughing a little. It sounded like she was blowing air out of her mouth rather furiously for some reason, lasting several seconds before Particle heard something being sprayed a few times. The unicorn inhaled deeply, apparently now satisfied with the aroma of her bathroom. However, her dirty butt resumed squirming as she moaned, “Ohhh, come off, pleeeease…”

Rarity was feeling her mess every moment, every second, and Particle was more than aware of that. Her thighs were fidgeting, squeezing her vaginal lips and anus which only accentuated her stains to the camera. Occasionally he caught a cry of discomfort from the unicorn. After around half a minute, Particle heard Sweetie Belle's hoofsteps in the distance, along with the sound of something heavy being dragged. It certainly wasn't a toilet paper roll, unless…

“Rureter! Er cerdurnt erp- pleh! RARITY! I couldn’t open the pack and get a single roll, so I ended up bringing the whole thing! I hope you’re okay with that!”

“I am more than okay with that, oh, Sweetie Belle, thank you, thank you so much…!” Rarity cried out, sounding incredibly grateful as her legs excitedly moved up and down, her anus puckering almost in anticipation.

After a triumphant, squeaky cheer from the fashionista’s sister, Particle heard the bathroom door handle turn, but the noise only lasted for just an instant before stopping abruptly. Sweetie Belle tried to open the door again, resulting in another unsuccessful click. Rarity’s butt seemed to recoil at the sound, and her legs crossed as the unicorn nearly screamed, apparently forgetting that the door was still locked.

“NO! DON’T-” Rarity stopped mid-sentence, and the camera watched her take a moment to steady herself before speaking again, “I-I mean, don’t come in, just… just leave it at the door, please? I beg you, don’t come in…”

“But the door’s locked…” Sweetie Belle noted, sounding confused, “oh, hey Rarity, I saw a lot of packs, all in different pretty colors too! Does that mean they’re different brands or something?”

“Different brands… ohhh, Father, why?!” Rarity groaned under her breath, “O-okay, Sweetie, the pack that’s at my door right now. Does it say ‘Foal-Soft’?” the fashionista asked in a pace somewhat quicker than usual.

“Foal… Soft?” Sweetie Belle wondered aloud as Particle heard more sounds of rustling plastic wrap. “Oh, it does, right here!”

“Erm… i-is it the Celestial kind?”

“Celestial kind?”

“Underneath the words Foal-Soft, is there the word Celestial written in gold print-“ Rarity explained with a slight tone of urgency in her voice, before she suddenly went into what sounded like a coughing fit, making several retching noises as her buttocks shook rather violently. It was probably the first sound to come out of her that Particle found particularly unpleasant - did the smell of her bowel movement make a reappearance? Was it really that bad?

“There it is! I found it! Celestial!” Sweetie Belle yelled over the unicorn’s coughs, “Foal-Soft Celestial, with lotion add-”

Particle heard Rarity’s air freshener being used again, this time being a long and continuous spraying sound. When she was finished, the camera noticed that her little sister had abruptly stopped talking. It was the air freshener that had halted her from speaking any further, and not Rarity's worrying coughs, though it was probably Sweetie Belle just being Sweetie Belle. Regardless, there was no mistaking the growing silence that was now filling the bathroom, save for the squishy sounding but barely audible noises the unicorn’s dirty anus was making upon opening and closing.

“Nnngh… Sweetie Belle, you can leave now!” Rarity declared frantically, Particle watching as she squeezed her buttocks as tight as she could. However, a few more quiet moments passed in which the camera heard no hoofsteps from her younger sister. “S-Sweetie Belle?”

It took several seconds for Rarity and Particle to hear an answer. When the filly outside the bathroom finally spoke, Sweetie Belle’s voice took on a mischievous tone.

“Rarityyyyy? Are you pooping?”

The fashionista’s white and brown buttcheeks froze in place, gradually turning a faint crimson hue. “I… n-no…”

“I heard air freshener noises, Rarity!” Sweetie Belle pointed out, “Are you sure you’re not pooping?”

“The correct term is d-defecating, ugh, a-and yes,” Rarity stammered, “I am absolutely certain that I’m not! This… this bathroom just smells weird sometimes, th-that’s all! Please…” she lied as her reddening buttcheeks started vigorously rubbing against each other, which only made her stain look even worse.

“It smells weird? What does it smell like?”

“Please, Sweetie Belle, dear, you got me the toilet paper so you can leave now,” Rarity pleaded, “ohhhh, oh please, just go, please, I need some p-privacy...” she begged, sounding absolutely desperate to clean off the mess between her cheeks. Her butt was shifting even more uncomfortably on the toilet seat, her legs were constantly crossing and uncrossing, and Particle could’ve sworn he saw a bead of sweat join the drops of toilet water on her fur.

“Alright!” Sweetie Belle chirped, “You keep pooping! I’m going outside!”

With those words, Particle heard her little sister finally start to walk away. As her hoofsteps disappeared, Rarity started whimpering as she rocked her cheeks from side to side on the toilet. The camera saw her lift one of her round buttocks off the seat, clutching it with a single hoof. She spread her butt apart, and her hoof wiggled her raised cheek as if trying to shake off the mess in the center of the rear. Some of the drops of toilet water fell into the bowl, but it didn’t seem to help the mare at all. Rarity sat back down and continued her wobbling movements as her voice grew more and more agitated.

“Ahh- no, ew ew ew ew eww, oooh, ohhh, s-so wet and icky, ewww…”

As soon as Sweetie Belle’s noises faded entirely, the bathroom door immediately unlocked and opened, while the camera heard the pack of toilet paper rolls crumple onto the ground. Following a slam and a metal click, Rarity gave a whine over the sounds of crinkling plastic. “O-open already… ohhh, this is unbearable…”

Rarity’s trembling buttcheeks were bouncing on the toilet quickly and desperately, and Particle knew she couldn’t wait another second. The unicorn let out several impatient gasps as she leaned on one edge of the seat again, lifting her same raised cheek upwards so her butt was even more spread apart, exposing more of her stained, puckering anus.

“Oh, o-ohh… almost… c-come on, please!”

After what felt like several minutes, the sharp ripping of plastic suddenly rang throughout the room. Particle listened as one of the toilet paper rolls rustled and tore, before seeing a huge, glowing, rectangular strip of bathroom tissue float into the open space of the bowl and just underneath her butt. The lengthy piece of toilet paper folded just once and quickly set itself against her buttocks and finally making contact with her stained private bits.

“AAAHHhhaahh…!”

Instantly, Rarity’s butt trembled with more intensity than Particle had seen before, as the unicorn let out an exhausted, relieved moan. The rectangle of toilet paper was pressing more and more in between her cheeks, the outlines of her anus and vaginal lips beginning to show on the patterned surface of the tissue. As Rarity continued shaking, two small damp spots, yellow and brown, began to grow on the toilet paper, lengthening as the paper began to drag across her rear.

“Nnnf… mmph…” Particle heard Rarity stifle her pleasured grunts while the long piece of toilet paper just nearly reached the dock of her tail before it moved out of the way. Rarity’s vagina was now its normal white color and free of urine, but her anus was still fairly dirty with the sides of her cheeks still stained. The unicorn folded the toilet paper in half and raised it towards her sphincter.

“Hahhh… ah… y-yes, ohhhh…” Rarity cried as her wad of toilet paper circled the outside of her anus, wiping against the rim and picking up its smudges of excrement. Particle couldn’t believe what he was seeing and listening to. It must have felt so incredibly good, especially since it was feeling nearly agonizingly uncomfortable just moments ago - perhaps cleaning her anus was another relief on its own for the unicorn. She was wobbling even more on the seat, and for a brief moment, the camera thought she would fall off. After several seconds, the floating tissue started rubbing the inner sides of her buttcheeks one by one, cleaning off the stains before losing its glow and falling into the bowl.

However, Rarity wasn’t finished yet. The outside of her anus was now relatively clean, but it carried a brown spot in the center. Particle heard the unicorn tear off another piece, and the second piece of toilet paper flew just over the toilet seat and next to her rear. Rarity folded the relatively shorter rectangle, but this time it became slightly pointed, aiming towards her buttcheeks. The tip of her toilet paper entered her anus, making Rarity give a soft but high pitched squeal. The unicorn let out several orgasmic cries as her bathroom tissue began to slowly twist as it went just under half an inch deeper into her rectum, occasionally changing its direction of rotation.

“Clean, clean… o-ohhh, Celestia, so good…”

A few moments went by, and Rarity’s second piece of toilet paper soon slowed to a stop, and she gasped as it pulled out of her anus. She turned the smudged wad around, and Particle saw that the head of the toilet paper was completely brown. Rarity, perhaps in an effort to ensure her anus was entirely clean, began to drag the other end of the bunched up tissue into her sphincter and up the center of her cheeks, lifting it away when it was inches from touching her tail. She repeated the process a few times, letting out a sigh as she did so, before removing her magic hold on the smudged paper and allowing it to drop into the toilet.

Following another rip, Rarity levitated a rectangle of toilet paper about the same size as the previous underneath her buttcheeks, which were beginning to stop trembling. The unicorn’s raised buttock slammed back down onto the toilet seat, trapping the bathroom tissue in the bowl, which told the camera that Rarity was almost finished wiping. Her piece of toilet paper did what Particle thought as a “round trip”, brushing the fur of her cheeks to wipe up the drops of toilet water, running through her vaginal lips probably to pick up any remaining urine, ending with a final poke into her anus. Rarity gave a hum of satisfaction as the wad hung from the rim of her sphincter for a moment before losing its magical glow and dropping into the toilet.

Rather than standing up now that she was finished, the fashionista remained sitting for some reason. Particle was wondering why, but he soon got his answer when he heard a metal clink. Rarity was dead set on not seeing her end product, and as a torrent of water began flooding down on the camera’s eye, her cheeks remained planted on the seat. However, when the whirlpool subsided, there was an ominous gurgling noise coming from the bottom of the toilet. Particle caught a glimpse of a wad of toilet paper passing his vision like a shark’s fin. Something was wrong.

“Wh-what? What’s happening?” Rarity asked fearfully, “that’s not what usually occurs…”

As another piece of tissue brushed past the camera, the unicorn’s rear slowly lifted off the seat and she stood up with her tail slowly descending. Rarity was gradually turning around, her shaking hooves over her eyes. Particle didn’t know what to focus on, one of Rarity’s logs that nearly touched him, the intense, growing blush in her face, or the fact that the water level was suddenly rising to the point where he could actually see it.

Upon uncovering her eyes, Rarity screamed as her hooves quickly moved towards her mouth, her face losing its red hue and turning completely pale, somehow whiter than the usual color of her fur.

“EWW!” she shrieked again, “Ew, no no no, please, don’t, no…” the unicorn pleaded as if her own toilet was able to stop overflowing by itself. Rarity’s eyes darted from side to side, perhaps looking for a plunger, before suddenly freezing in place. As the large cushion of toilet paper carrying some of her excrement started floating in front of the camera amidst specks of tissue in the rising yellow tide, Particle noticed that Rarity was now looking at her toilet seat, particularly the side that still had rectangles of bathroom tissue resting on its wooly surface.

“Oh, Celestia, what have… what have I done?!” Rarity cried out even more dramatically than before, “There was toilet paper on the s-seat that I could’ve used! A-and the ones I put in the bowl in advance, and… and…”

As Particle was finally completely submerged in the mess of urine, feces, and toilet paper, Rarity buried the rest of her face into her hooves, bursting into tears.