A shrill cry pierced the quiet afternoon on the outskirts of Ponyville. Immediately the sky became peppered by a flock of birds chirping in panic as they scattered about. A few rabbits scrambled across the ground moments later, quickly distancing themselves from the source of the noise. From within a lone trailer wagon stationed on the grass, a single mare let out not a scream of distress, but one of ecstasy.

The wooden floor of her home creaked as the pony sat in her chair writhing in pleasure, furiously pumping her left hoof between her open legs and into her soaked vaginal lips. Beads of sweat ran across the mare’s brow, circling the base of her horn before running down her naked body and matting her sky blue fur. She let out several high-pitched gasps as she fought to keep her vision focused on what was in front of her for just one more second, for just one more surge of pleasure.

Her cries were only slightly louder than what was being emitted from a nearby computer monitor. Another pony was moaning as well, along with the noise of something crackling and slithering ever so slowly out from between her purple buttcheeks. The sounds alone prompted a second climax for azure mare and she screamed again, squirming much more ferociously in her seat and feeling another wave of her fluids envelop her hoof. A deep, hollow splash rang out from the monitor and pushed her even further and she threw her head skywards, nearly blacking out as she shrieked. Her pale blue mane draped over the back of her seat and nearly touched the tip of her purple hat dotted with several blue and yellow stars, which was resting on the floor along with her matching cape.

For Trixie Lulamoon, it had all started with a nagging desire for surveillance.

The brief period of time in which she had Ponyville right in her hooves was luxurious, entertaining, and downright satisfying. However, a recurring problem arose every now and then. While most of her subjects had fallen dutifully in line, others weren't so ready to accept her as their ruler. The rebels had tried more than once to lead an attack on Trixie in an attempt to dethrone her, but with the power of the Alicorn Amulet aiding her magic, she crushed their efforts with little trouble. She found these incidents had become annoying, even concerning how often they happened. Unfortunately the amulet had its limits, and Trixie needed to keep a closer eye on the civilians.

That was when she had made her way to the town’s electronics shop, much to its storekeeper’s utter terror, and purchased those tiny black dots. At least, that was what the six cameras seemed to be on first glance. They were tiny, about the size of pebbles. With a good invisibility spell that Trixie could very easily apply, they would never be seen and thus never be removed from wherever they were placed - perfect for what she had needed to do. The magician had even acquired a large display linked to the cameras, allowing her to view many of her subjects at once and stop any planned uprising at its source before it even began.

Unfortunately, her previously banished nemesis had returned just before she could put them to use, and, with the help of her friends, quickly orchestrated Trixie’s downfall. It was a defeat that she could have very well prevented had she gotten her hooves on the cameras just a day sooner. By then, however, her subsequent change of heart had taken away any motivation and reason she had to spy on Ponyville. Trixie had even forgotten about the cameras until she moved back into her wagon, eager to restart her career as a traveling magician.

Trixie could remember sitting in her chair for several minutes wondering what to do with the cameras and monitor lying on a nearby table. It was virtually a crime to just let those little devices, and thus quite a number of bits, go to waste. They needed to be used somehow, and Trixie recalled that she could place the cameras just about anywhere she wanted. Suddenly, a certain idea had brought the spinning roulette of possibilities in her head to an abrupt halt. Trixie had cringed in disgust, cursing herself for a memory that had begun to plague her once again.

Before the magician had been dethroned, before she had bought those cameras, she had been on a hunt for anypony suspected of planning a rebellion against her. Trixie had broken into several homes, busting open countless doors. One in particular had led to a bathroom occupied by a notably cute pegasus perched on the toilet. Trixie remembered all too well how her buttocks looked pressed against the porcelain seat, and how her face held the expression of utmost bliss for the slightest instant. The mere sight of her was engraved in Trixie’s mind, as was the distinct sound of a large mass plopping into the water which she had heard shortly before the mare had turned her head and jumped in surprise, almost revealing what she had produced below.

As shades of red began to burn in the magician’s azure face, Trixie could recall spending several days visualizing the same mare and how things would have proceeded had she not been interrupted. Her wings would slowly unfold and her golden eyes would rise towards the ceiling as she let out a moan. Instantly the same plopping noise would ring out, sounding louder and heavier than before. Just as the pegasus brushed a hoof through her yellow mane, Trixie had shaken her head violently, forcing herself to continue thinking what to do with them. However, the thoughts had quickly returned, and to the magician’s revulsion, her mind began to contemplate what would be going on inside the mare’s bowl, hidden from Trixie’s eyes. Her grey buttcheeks were spread apart, revealing her puckering anus letting out a puff of gas. The pegasus grunted as her sphincter slowly opened with a crackle, revealing a head of brown.

“Gah! Focus, Trixie, focus!” the magician had cried out, pulling herself out of her fantasy again. At that moment, however, she no longer felt any need to contemplate the new purpose of her cameras anymore. Using them to capture such a scene was repulsive in every way, but the very thought made her pulse double in speed and intensity. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Any shame the magician had felt was quickly replaced with excitement as she squeezed her hindlegs together, putting everything into restraining herself - for the time being. The Great and Powerful Trixie would be spying on Ponyville after all, but in a much stranger fashion than previously intended.

One question had remained, however: just who would be the unsuspecting ponies? The very pegasus who had unknowingly catalyzed her fetish had come to mind. However, that would still leave her with five unused cameras, which put Trixie’s decisions into perspective. The magician couldn’t just pick random ponies walking down the street now, could she? Which among Ponyville’s citizens did she deem worth her little devices? The mares she chose all needed to be special in some way.

Trixie was suddenly hit with an idea which made her giggle at the very thought. It all made perfect sense: the magician’s rival and her friends, the welders of the Elements of Harmony, were living in Ponyville as its six premiere residents. Once the cameras had been installed in their bathrooms, Trixie could sit back and watch them all from her wagon, and bear witness to a kind of magic that nopony had ever laid eyes on. She was already visualizing what would happen - one after the other, the mares would pay a visit to their bathrooms solely to push out the contents of their bowels right in front of her cameras, one pony in particular making Trixie’s nethers tickle rather intensely between her legs. It would take much more effort, pushing the boundaries of what she was capable of doing with her magic, but every second of footage would be worthwhile.

Trixie laid now in the same chair, her panting finally beginning to slow down with her head still leaned backwards after what felt like hours. The computer monitor that she had left on the table was host to an array of different screens, each showing what its designated camera was recording at the moment. All of them were surrounded by toilet seats, and the way in which they were angled had them pointing upwards from the porcelain bowls to the ceilings.

The magician had never been more aroused in her life, and it had all been thanks to the private act performed by those six ponies, especially her. Lazily, Trixie’s eyes opened, her violet pupils slowly focusing on the display and the only toilet that was occupied at the moment. A light purple rear was taking up the majority of the largest screen on the monitor, along with a piece of bathroom tissue that floated around her buttcheeks. She was still there - the unicorn whose bowel movement that had driven Trixie wild more than anything else. The size of the countless solid masses that had been held within the mare’s body, along with the pleasure and relief that were ever so clear in her voice as she squeezed them out, had both caused the magician to press the rewind button on the side of her monitor in a frenzy, leaving a small stain on its surface.

It was, however, nothing compared to what was around the floor. Evidence of the most powerful orgasm Trixie had experienced dripped from between her parted legs onto her chair, trickling down its wooden limbs. Growing slightly uncomfortable with the mess underneath her thighs, the magician shifted around a bit in her seat. The exhausted hoof she had been resting on her crotch brushed against her damp folds, sending a small tingle through her sweaty body.

“Hahhh… mmm, Twilight…” Trixie breathed a familiar name in a dazed whisper. Even though her voice sounded a bit raspy from all the times she had screamed the same word before, the magician was too worn out to care. Slowly her head bobbed downwards as she immersed herself further into the afterglow.

With her mind clouded with thoughts of her former rival, the magician could almost see Twilight Sparkle looking right at her. Trixie stared back, drowning in those wide open eyes that carried the same purple hue much more beautifully than her own. She was willing to do anything to put one hoof on the unicorn’s reddening cheeks and the other through her slightly messy dark violet mane in hopes of straightening it out. If there was anything Trixie had noticed ever since she had cast her resentment to the wind, it was that the pony she had hated for so long was simply adorable. Heavens, she even looked cute when she was upset.

“You… you creep!”

Whether it was the sheer anger in the unicorn’s voice or the fact that she had spoken all of a sudden, Trixie was snapped out of her comatose state. Immediately her eyes opened wide at what she saw, and she let out a cry of shock upon figuring out what it all meant. Her short-lived fantasy of gazing at Twilight’s face was actually real, practically taking up her section of the computer screen. She wasn’t just looking through the monitor, she was glaring at the now terrified magician. Her horn glowed a furious magenta, undoubtedly preparing a kind of magic capable of worsening Trixie’s current situation.

Twilight’s next words indeed confirmed her fears, as the unicorn growled, “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out exactly who you are, and when I do…”

“Ah! Wait- no- nngh!” Trixie groaned, shifting even more in her chair while her mind scrambled trying to figure out what to do. As impossible as it was, the magician managed to divert her attention from Twilight to the topmost button on the side of her monitor. Perhaps if she turned off the cameras, severing the connection between the two ponies, the unicorn’s magic would be rendered useless. Of course, however, this was Twilight Sparkle she was dealing with and Trixie didn’t entirely know the spell that was about to be cast - but it was worth a shot.

At once, every single movement became rather painful as Trixie felt just how much she had worked her body pleasuring herself. Her chest suddenly weighed a ton and leaning herself forward became a task most difficult to perform, but she needed to move with utmost haste. The urgency of the moment was only accentuated by Twilight’s narrowed eyes beginning to glow as her spell slowly approached completion.

Letting out a frantic squeal, Trixie raised her free hoof which had been dangling near the side of the chair. Swiftly she placed her noticeably less stained hoof on the back corner of the seat and right next to one of her buttocks. With a grunt, the magician pushed against the chair’s surface, hoping that the force would somehow propel herself towards the computer monitor, where she could use her other hoof to press the fateful switch.

“Huh?!” she gasped as she felt the chair lean too far to one side. “That was not what Trixie had inmindohCelest-”

Trixie’s body hit the wooden floor with a loud thud, having rolled sideways off her chair. The unexpected impact made the magician yell in pain, but it was nothing compared to the realisation that hit her. There was no way for her to lift herself up in time.

Giving herself a mental slap for not thinking of such a solution moments ago, Trixie focused the remaining energy she had on her own horn, which began glowing a feeble, grayish magenta. She struggled to surround herself in magic aura, but her body was feeling heavier than it ever did in her whole life and already she sensed her powers beginning to falter. Determined, Trixie lifted her head upwards, staring at the computer screen that she desperately needed to turn off. The magician had to keep going, she just had to.

“You?” Twilight’s sudden gasp brought the magician to a complete stop. Instantly, Trixie’s horn fizzled out as she took in the magnitude of the single uttered word. She was too late. Twilight Sparkle was now aware of who her watcher was, and, as much as Trixie wanted to believe it wasn’t so, the unicorn probably knew where she was as well. It only took one teleportation spell and Trixie would be done for in an instant.

The only thing that was keeping the magician alive, it seemed, was the fact that Twilight was in shock. On the screen, Trixie saw that the unicorn was frozen in place, eyes and mouth wide open. There was no telling, however, how long Twilight would remain this way.

“I have to get out of here!” Trixie cried out, adrenaline pumping through her veins. With a grunt, the magician broke the terrifying standstill and managed to finally pull herself back on her hooves. Tearing her eyes away from the monitor, she stumbled to the exit of her wagon as fast as her aching body allowed. She burst through the door and onto the grassy terrain where her eyes were assaulted by bright sunlight. For a few seconds, the magician squinted as she tried to adjust her vision until Twilight’s shouts suddenly erupted from the monitor behind her. Immediately, she let out a shriek and started to gallop in a straight path, indifferent to what direction she was heading as long as it wasn’t towards Ponyville.

Trixie was just under a mile from her wagon when the combined fatigue and ache forced her to slow to a stop. The magician panted once again, unable to move another step and having little choice but to merely think over her current situation. She had covered a fair amount of distance, but was it enough to stop Twilight’s wrath? Even if she decided to move to a different town, would the unicorn go so far as to track her down and murder the poor magician? Was Twilight even willing to do something like that in the first place?

The questions in her head effortlessly tore apart any fear Trixie had, clarifying the sheer ridiculousness of such a concept. Had Twilight Sparkle ever attempted to harm the magician in any way when she had taken over Ponyville using the Alicorn Amulet? Surely Trixie was as crazy as Twilight was rational. She was about to burst into laughter right there and then - if not for another sudden chilling thought of the unicorn deciding to take an action much more plausible. She had been caught, after all, and judging by the anger in Twilight’s yells, she was about to be exposed. The news would spread like wildfire throughout every house in Ponyville, every town and city in Equestria, and the magician could hear the ridicule that would follow. Her former audience would be much more vicious, using words that would hurt worse than previously so.

Degenerate. Pervert. Creep. With each passing moment the magician realized more and more how true Twilight’s remark was. It tore into her, rightfully so, and a different ache began to rise in her chest as Trixie lowered her head in guilt. With shimmering eyes the magician stared at her hooves in disgust. Galloping across the ground had dislodged the vaginal fluids clinging to her hooves, but to Trixie, they still felt filthy. Nothing could wash away the fact that she felt arousal from something as disgusting as the sight of mares defecating. At the end of the day, no matter how much Trixie found those sights and sounds to be an absolute bliss, anypony else would retch at such a grotesque scene. It was only a matter of time before everypony knew of her newfound depravity, and never again would the magician ever be admired or respected.

“I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...” Trixie whimpered, shame overwhelming her as she collapsed on the ground. Sobbing uncontrollably, she lamented her soiled reputation. Twilight had been so forgiving, so compassionate, and yet the magician had spied on the unicorn and her friends solely for her pleasure in response. She had been given a clean slate, her many prideful and arrogant deeds left in the past, but she had quickly ruined it with one even more disgusting action.

A new wave of hot tears leaked from Trixie’s eyes upon realizing that she had the audacity to bawl her apologies to where no one was around to hear her. Had she not been crying, she would even still be trying to escape under the delusion that she could get away with her voyeurism. For as long as the magician remembered, she had always so selfishly fled from her problems. Even after she had given up the corrupted amulet, she had apologized to merely one pony before running away once again.

No - for the first time in her life, Trixie needed to truly owe up to her mistake. It was imperative that Twilight and her friends hear the magician’s remorseful words. She would walk right into Ponyville, confess to them one by one what she had done and that she enjoyed it, and face whatever punishment that awaited.

But first, she needed to shut down the cameras for good. Trixie slowly rose to her hooves and began her slow return to her wagon, sobbing most of the way. As she continued her long, solemn trudge, the magician felt her tears begin to dwindle in numbers. By the time Trixie had opened the door and sunk back into her chair, her crying had been reduced to an occasional sniffle.

With red, puffy eyes, Trixie stared at the computer display endlessly. She noticed that Twilight’s portion of the screen wasn’t static, meaning that the camera was still in tact, but the unicorn was nowhere to be seen or heard. It was dead silent, effectively fitting the chilling, dreadful atmosphere that Trixie felt. The magician wondered what could have happened after she had run off, and why Twilight had decided not to destroy the camera. Only one scenario came to mind: she was definitely telling her friends, leaving the offending device untouched in the toilet bowl as proof. Trixie let out a shuddering gasp, unable to release any more tears, and her horn barely lit up.

“What a stupid, stupid idea,” she muttered, her voice filled with self loathing as she felt her magic surround the monitor’s power button. Sighing, Trixie closed her eyes as she pressed the switch and buried her face in her hooves.

“Hey, Trixie-”

Despite realizing that the unicorn wouldn’t likely harm her, Twilight’s voice took the magician by surprise. Trixie knew immediately that she was currently unprepared, lacking the courage she needed to muster an apology most sincere to the unicorn face to face. The magician cried out in shock, spinning her head towards the open door and the daylight that greeted her once more. With her pulse racing, she kept her eyes glued to the entrance. It took quite a number of seconds for her to realize that the unicorn hadn’t actually teleported to her location.

How, then, could she have had heard her voice? In disbelief, Trixie used her magic to close the door and slowly turned to the now black and lifeless screen. There was only one other way and it was nearly unthinkable - Twilight had attempted to talk to the magician through the camera, and Trixie had just inadvertently cut off her words. Thoughts of turning back on the monitor quickly flooded her head, along with a growing uncertainty on whether she wanted to hear anymore or not. As much as she would have deserved it, Trixie wasn’t ready to be suddenly met with a furious Twilight yelling at her again.

Strangely enough, however, she had heard no anger in the unicorn’s voice. Trixie had noticed, in fact, that her tone was filled to the brim with curiosity, a similar curiosity that was beginning to swell in the magician herself and she didn’t know why. With a deep breath, she tentatively lifted a hoof, raised it towards the side of her monitor, and pressed the button.

The display lit up, starting from a complete white before transitioning to the six familiar scenes that it had shown for the past several hours. However, only one screen was drastically different, now occupied by one of Twilight’s narrowed eyes. Both Trixie and the unicorn jumped almost simultaneously, the latter making a shocked yelp similar to that of the magician’s just moments ago.

“Ah! I g-guess it’s recording now! What timing! I… alright, here goes.”

Trixie watched her quickly back up a few steps, walking in place to position herself so she was at a proper distance from the camera. With her mouth tightened in apparent unease, Twilight looked at the closed door behind her, then turned back with a blush on her face. It was a rather cute sight for Trixie, easing her up by the tiniest bit, but she was shaking in anticipation regardless. She had no idea what what Twilight was going to say.

“Erm… hi!” the unicorn began, “Sorry about yelling and then leaving all of a sudden, Spike decided to mess with my letter,” Twilight explained, her blush deepening. “He should be writing an apology to Princess Celestia right now, if he knows what’s good for him.” she shook her head in disapproval for a moment.

Whatever Spike had done, however, was of little concern to Trixie. The magician was far more worried about the way Twilight was speaking. Her tone was all too friendly to fit the magnitude of what Trixie had done, after she herself had provided her a second chance. Trixie internally begged for Twilight’s facade to break, for her to begin yelling and relieve some of the magician’s guilt in the process.

“Anyways, I, uhhh, where do I start?” the unicorn took a moment to think, putting a hoof on her chin. “I’m so relieved that you didn’t turn out to be some weird tech-savvy nopony living in his basement or anything like that. It’s just you, Trixie, and…” Twilight paused again for several seconds, visibly struggling to come up with the right words.

“M-me?” Trixie spoke out loud. Her heart pounded in her chest as she anxiously waited for the unicorn to finish her sentence. It was impossible for her to believe what she was hearing. Did Twilight, perhaps, see Trixie as more than just a depraved creep? The magician had become just like those stallions, who hid in their homes and spied on unsuspecting mares, and yet Twilight seemed to be treating her differently. Trixie trembled violently, continuing to stare at the screen and at the unicorn, whose mouth finally opened.

“Regardless, what you did is wrong, Trixie,” Twilight stated, “and it’s definitely illegal. But something’s telling me I shouldn’t tell anypony,” she confessed, her tone softening with the corners of her mouth lifting up, “Something’s telling me I should keep your secret safe.”

Several waves of emotion hit the magician upon that very sentence. Clutching her chest with both her hooves, Trixie’s body slumped against the back of her chair as she realized she had been holding her breath. With her reputation spared, several tons had been lifted off of her, and the magician was smiling for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Thank you,” Trixie exclaimed between gasps, “t-thank you so much…”

“And that something, well… it’s strange. I mean, of course I’m kinda ticked and embarrassed that you invaded my privacy, but at the same time, I’m actually excited.” Twilight admitted, her face reddening again. “I can’t say I fully understand why you’d want to watch something like that,” the corners of the unicorn’s mouth began to curl upwards as she spoke, “but a part of me is a little bit curious, as strange as it sounds.”

She looked absolutely precious. Trixie lifted her hooves up to her mouth, barely holding back a squeak of delight. The magician didn’t even know what it was, but something about her had separated her from any other pony who carried the same obsession that she did. Something about Trixie had made Twilight happy. However, now that she was thinking about it, the unicorn’s last words couldn’t be ignored. What did Twilight mean by saying that she was curious? Was it possible that Trixie had inadvertently planted a seed inside the unicorn, one which was beginning to blossom into something that they both shared?

“So, I’m willing to put your little misdeed aside,” Twilight repeated, “under one condition, though. Let me put this in a way you’ll understand…” the unicorn leaned towards the camera, her eyes becoming half-lidded and her soft smile turning into a coy smirk.

“For my next performance,” she whispered, “I need a volunteer.”

Instantly, Trixie’s heart skipped a beat. Her face caught on fire, glowing a vibrant red in a furious blush. She was practically sent years back to when she had showcased her magic across Equestria. All those times Trixie had said that line, she had usually picked an audience member in the crowd to make his way onto her stage, becoming more than somepony who merely watched from afar. But now, those very words were spoken to the magician herself. Various scenarios flashed in Trixie’s head, each consisting of different ways she could help Twilight with a certain relieving act that had enamoured her so much.

“Were you impressed by how much of a mess I made?” Twilight questioned, turning her body around so her buttocks slowly came into view. Trixie saw that the unicorn’s hindlegs were visibly crossed as she gradually swayed her rear from side to side. She turned her head back to the camera with the same sultry look on her face. “I was clenching my cheeks together so hard up to that point. Oh Celestia,” her hindquarters began to lightly bounce, reenacting the movements she had made in her previous urgent state, “I really, really, really needed to poop. And when it finally came out… mmmm…”

With a slight movement from her hindlegs, the unicorn’s buttcheeks opened just enough for her anus and vaginal lips to poke out, visibly twitching. The sight, combined with the sound of her giving a low, drawn out moan of relief, was one of the most alluring scenes Trixie had ever witnessed. The magician quickly found herself having to cross her own legs as well, and it took everything she had to not stick her hoof between them and focus on what Twilight was saying.

“I want you to experience that feeling with me, Trixie,” the unicorn continued, lifting a hoof and placing it on one of her buttcheeks, rubbing herself gently. “I want to be right next to you while we both empty ourselves, and we can even see who’s made the bigger pile.”

“Ah! Ohh! T-Twilight!” Trixie gasped in pleasure as she squeezed her legs together even harder. She could just imagine her and Twilight being in some private area far away from town, their rears carefully positioned over well dug holes as they relaxed their bodies. The two unicorns would stare at each other, noting the visible relief on their faces from the many pieces of excrement slithering out of them.

“So how about it, Trixie?” Twilight asked. “I’m sure you can put your camera’s recording light to good use. Blink once for yes, twice for no-”

Without hesitation, Trixie slammed her hoof on the power button, turning the display off and then back on, before retreating to her chest like the monitor was a hot stove. After a few but agonizingly long seconds of the screen showing nothing but black and white, Twilight popped back into view, holding nearly the exact same pose and facial expression as before.

“Yes,” Twilight breathed as her smile widened, “yes yes yes yes yes!” she exclaimed happily. The unicorn spent a few seconds hopping around in a circle, before immediately halting, staring into the camera again, this time with wide open eyes. “Oh, this is gonna be so great! I can just imagine our big soft butts plopped against each other as we each drop our loads! Ummm… hey, Trixie?” Twilight calmed down a bit and stopped bouncing in place. “Do you think you can meet me at Savoir Fare’s café tomorrow night at sunset?” she proposed, “We can talk and let the moment build up, so to speak. I actually really wanted to do it today but, I…”

The unicorn suddenly closed her eyes, letting out rather loud yawn. “I’m really tired,” Twilight giggled. “And I have a feeling I won’t be getting much sleep tomorrow. I don’t think anything can describe how much I’m looking forward to this. I’ll see you then, Trixie,” the unicorn smirked, “you peeping Tom.”

Twilight placed a single hoof on her mouth, blowing a kiss towards the camera before suddenly cringing. “I should probably wash this off,” she muttered, embarrassment in her voice, and began walking towards the sink. The camera rotated as it followed her, showing less and less of the unicorn while it floated towards the porcelain basin.

Trixie shut off the monitor once Twilight could no longer be seen or heard. Crying out in glee, the magician flung herself onto her bed that resided at the corner of her wagon. She wrapped her body in the lavender covers, rolling around and getting tangled beneath them. The pillow she buried her head in barely did anything to muffle her squeals of excitement for what had happened and what was surely to come.

Author's Note

Well, my fellow coprophiliacs, this has been Peeping Toms of Harmony. I hope you all enjoyed this huge piece of softcore scat voyeurism I've been working on for the past several months, and enjoyed how I wrapped it up.
I must thank ______ once again for proofreading this, and inspiring me to even write stuff like this thanks to his own works.
I shouldn't forget to thank you all for reading, though.

With many toilets,
Pervertigo