Chapters He found himself wide awake with a sudden jolt of electricity, his single eye instantly opening to near complete darkness. For a few seconds he was overtaken by the feeling of being lost and the fear that accompanied it, but his vision quickly adjusted to the lack of light, and he started to take in his surroundings.
Wanting to explore, he tried to move, but his body was attached to one of the sides of a room. He also found that he cannot move a muscle in his eye, and this, coupled with the peculiar angling of his body, forced him to stare towards the upper walls and the ceiling. There was a large hole in center of the ceiling, taking up around half of the wooden surface. A faint streak of light was shining beyond this hole, but nothing else.
He got a feeling that in actuality, he was tiny. Incredibly tiny. For some reason, he didn’t shudder upon noticing several stains on the walls, but something told him he should be thankful for his inability to smell. In the corner of his vision he spotted a single blinking red light, one which doesn’t seem to be part of the room he is in. Then it hit him - he was some sort of camera in an outhouse toilet, and judging by his position, someone had intended him to be there in secret, the darkness of the wooden pit ensuring he would never be caught. He had also been personified as a male.
A gut feeling told him that in a matter of time, someone else was going to walk in. Several questions ran through his mind regarding who, but in the end, the camera could only think of one individual: Applejack. Sooner or later, this Applejack would be using this very outhouse unaware that camera was watching, unable to even close his eye.
This realization gave him not a feeling of disgust of what he was doing, but rather a feeling of anticipation, one of purpose. Why else would he be down here? Who else to commit this act but Pinpoint, the tiny camera?
Just as this odd name came to him, the camera suddenly heard the faint sound of rustling grass, followed by the creaking of a wooden door. Pinpoint’s eye adjusted again to the sudden increase in light as he held his breath, or lack thereof. The outhouse now had a visitor, and from the increasing volume of the hoofsteps on the wooden floor, he or she was approaching the toilet.
The upper half of a orange mare wearing a cowboy hat came into view, and the camera celebrated internally. Applejack’s head was turned, facing away from Pinpoint as his metaphorical heart started to race. The decrease in light and a wooden slam confirmed that the door was now closed shut, courtesy of her hind legs. Applejack looked into the outhouse toilet and smirked, her green eyes looking past the tiny camera.
“Hah… this oughta be good…” Applejack panted, apparently not noticing Pinpoint, who secretly felt the same thing.
With that, she moved out of the camera’s view. Pinpoint heard more hoofsteps, sensing that she was turning around, and soon enough, the mare’s hindquarters was steadily approaching the hole. She moved her blond tail upwards, unknowingly giving the camera a full look of her behind. Applejack’s backside had the shape of a large apple, her butt somewhat round and noticeably firm, the result of what the camera assumed to be years of busy farm work. The far sides of her cheeks even had three small apples on them like tattoos. She sat on the wooden seat, her buttocks slightly sticking through the hole and just several inches from him. His eye adjusted yet again and he could see every detail - a few drops of sweat were clinging onto both her cheeks which were parted slightly, revealing her anus and vaginal lips.
“Ahhh…” Pinpoint heard Applejack sigh, and a small river of urine began to burst from the front of her vagina, falling and splattering on whatever accumulated waste that had gathered below. Following a soft grunt from the farmer pony, her anus puckered, letting out a loud fart. Her sphincter opened up and made way for the head of a thick, brown log, which started to slide out of her fairly quickly. The camera watched in awe as Applejack’s turd extended to over a foot, and his lack of depth perception made him wonder how the excrement hadn’t touched him yet. Soon, the snake dropped out of Applejack, leaving her stained anus wide open while her stream started losing power.
Applejack grunted again, louder this time, and Pinpoint saw the head of another log - larger than the one before - poke out of her rear. The camera imagined how much relief Applejack was feeling as the second mass slowly lowered from out her anus, making light crinkling noises as it descended, and he heard the mare breathe out in relaxation almost like an answer to his question. At around half a foot, Applejack’s sphincter contracted a little, and Pinpoint saw that the tail of her turd was a little less thick than its main body, which began to speed up. Seconds later, her anus closed, finishing her turd as it zoomed by the camera and hit the excrement covered ground with a plop.
Pinpoint continued to stare at Applejack’s butt for a few seconds, fantasizing how good it must have felt for her stool to come out of her like that. The camera expected more, but all he saw is a few drops of urine falling out of her as her anus remained puckered, pushing forward a little bit before letting out a small fart. Immediately he heard a faint tearing of some soft material. With her butt still on the seat, Applejack leaned forward, showing the dock of her tail as an orange hoof holding a piece of toilet paper reached through the back of the outhouse toilet and began to drag between her cheeks.
Wait, that was it?
“Mmmph… nothing like a good ‘ol poop break!” the farmer pony said happily as she wiped, clearly enjoying the sensation. Pinpoint saw a brown smudge forming on the paper beneath her retracting anus, and soon enough, Applejack dropped the bathroom tissue. Pinpoint watched in disappointment as the piece of toilet paper passed him on its way down, and the mare backed up against the seat, taking another piece between her legs and applying it to her lips, staining the bunched up tissue yellow.
As soon as Applejack dropped the second piece of stained material into the toilet, she lifted her butt off the seat and stood up, using her tail to brush off, presumably, tiny specks of wood that had clung onto her fur. “Well, back to applebuckin’!” she declared, fully recharged as Pinpoint heard the opening and closing of the wooden door. He listened to her fading hoofsteps for as long as he could before silence overtook him. The camera was by himself again.
Pinpoint silently declared the whole thing to be an utter letdown. Two admittedly large but simple logs in a such a short span of time, and now he would see absolutely nothing for the next several hours. Either that, or other ponies were going to walk in and use this outhouse. Members of Applejack’s family immediately started to pop up in his mind, and he could already tell that he wouldn’t really enjoy them. Apple Bloom? Big Macintosh? Granny Smith ? Pinpoint mentally shuddered at the very thought.
However, another realization made the electricity in his minuscule wires run even colder. Since Pinpoint was in the outhouse, wouldn’t the waste eventually pile up and block his view?
Being a peeping Tom in an outhouse was such a terrible idea. Perhaps the others had a much better fate.
… Others?
Author's Note
Applejack's segment of the story serves as an introduction to what's going on here
The second oldest camera of the bunch, Molecule, silently expressed his sympathies in the hopes that his brother could somehow sense them. It didn’t help that he had a much better location than that of his eldest sibling - inside of a relatively clean, white porcelain toilet. Molecule would also never have to worry about any unwanted occupants as there was only one pony who really lived here.
With the toilet lid already up, Molecule could see that the walls and ceiling of the bathroom had a nice light green color, providing what the camera felt was a simple, serene view. He noted from the lack of any blurriness in his vision that he was placed over the pool of water in the toilet, which could be subject to change upon the toilet eventually being flushed, but that was something to worry about later.
The sound of the bathroom door suddenly being burst open surprised the camera, having expecting Fluttershy, one of the most quiet ponies ever, to make a much more peaceful entrance. Molecule heard her whimper along with the door slamming shut and being locked.
“Ah… ahh… no….”
The panic in her usually soft voice indicated that the mare obviously had to relieve herself badly, which made Molecule feel a tingle in anticipation. A set of frantic hoofsteps marked Fluttershy’s fast approach, and the bathroom walls in the camera’s view were soon blocked by the mare’s pink tail, followed by her yellow rear. Molecule felt a surge of excitement as Fluttershy quickly slammed her butt onto the toilet seat, her soft round cheeks slightly spreading apart as her private bits were fully shown to the camera.
Fluttershy’s quivering anus puckered just a bit, and with a wet sounding fart, a thin stream of mushy and loose excrement began forcefully spurting out of her. “Ahhahhh- ow… ngghh…” the mare cried out in pain, and Molecule saw brown drops appear the sides of the bowl as the result of her semisolid waste noisily splashing the water. The camera didn’t know whether it was because she caught a stomach virus, ate something bad, or took a laxative, but it became clear that Fluttershy had diarrhea, which Molecule also didn’t expect. It came with constant pockets of gas bursting out of her in sharp, painful sounding farts, and the camera felt it only served to make her bowel movement even worse.
Pft pfrt prft prtfrt
“I-it huuuuuurts…!” the pegasus moaned as she squirmed on the toilet, evident by her buttocks which shifted a little above the browning water. Her diarrhea continued shooting into the bowl, but her movements caused some of it to splatter the sides of the bowl, barely missing Molecule by a few inches.
Several seconds of this passed, which must have felt like several minutes to Fluttershy. However, her watery stool was interrupted by her anus which suddenly closed shut, a brown stain gathering around the rim. The toilet bowl became silent, and Molecule saw her cheeks tremble as the mare took a few deep breaths before letting out a soft grunt.
“Nghh... hah… hah…”
Her dirtied anus poked forward, but nothing happened, and it started to gradually contract. Molecule knew Fluttershy was so frightened in feeling more pain that she was hesitant in letting the rest of her waste out. “P-please… just get this over with…” she whimpered, her voice straining as she grunted again, and her anus continued to push outwards. As suddenly as it stopped, her diarrhea resumed bursting forth, this time coming in wet chunks of excrement which splashed the water with multiple plops. A drop of water suddenly landed onto Molecule’s eye, but it rolled off as Fluttershy’s buttocks started shifting again. It was torture for the poor mare, but for the camera it was a one-of-a-kind show.
“Ow- oww- agh- make it s-stop… I… I can’t… take…ah…ow…!”
Fluttershy’s words quickly deteriorated into several pained cries. About half a minute passed, in which the frequency of the mare’s mushy pieces of fluffy poop slowly decreased. Molecule watched as it eventually reached to the point where one popped out only every few seconds, before ending in a low fart. Her anus fully closed and the camera saw that its rim was completely brown. Fluttershy panted, sniffling occasionally as she slowly calmed down. It was over.
A moment later the mare coughed, and Molecule listened as her wings extended and began flapping, presumably fanning away the stench. Her buttocks twisted a tiny bit as Molecule heard the rolling of toilet paper, which went on a few seconds before Fluttershy ripped the piece off. She opened up her legs a bit and her hoof went in the gap and into the bowl, and the camera could see that she was using a large amount. The mare must have known she made a huge mess in the bowl and around her anus.
Fluttershy took several moments in twisting the toilet paper in between her butt cheeks, hesitating many times as she let out a little whimper of discomfort each time. Her anus must have been stinging from her painful release, but she pressed on, trying her hardest to wipe herself clean. Moving the tissue out of her legs to see how much she picked up, Fluttershy murmured a disgusted “Ugh…” before dropping it into the bowl. Molecule got a glimpse of the huge stain on the bunched up material as it passed. Fluttershy’s anus, however, was still a little dirty, and she must have felt it because the camera heard the toilet paper roll rotating some more. She tore off another piece and moved it between her legs and wiped again, Molecule noting that Fluttershy used less paper this time. Soon, her anus was free of any brown stains, but it looked redder than its usual pink color - definitely sore.
With a sigh of relief, the mare let the piece fall into the water and slowly stood up, her trembling buttocks lifting from the toilet seat. They were a little more round and jiggly than those of the pony his older brother witnessed, and the camera saw pink butterflies plastered on the sides of her rear. Molecule, however, did not expect Fluttershy’s head to rise over the bowl - surely she would notice a black dot on the side of the toilet. Horror overtook the tiny camera, and he became still, more than he was already forced to be if it was even possible. This was it. He was going to be seen.
Fluttershy, oddly enough, never returned Molecule’s stares. In fact, she never noticed the camera at all, but looked at the contents of her bowel movement. Tears, disgust, and uncertainty dominated her green eyes as her lip trembled a bit. She took a deep breath and maneuvered her hoof over the bowl and towards the flush lever, and Molecule braced himself. Immediately, a flood of water cascaded down on the camera, blurring his vision and turning it brown - but once the color faded Molecule could still make out Fluttershy’s face, though it was distorted from inside the whirlpool.
“Please don’t clog… please don’t clog…” the camera was able to hear Fluttershy’s desperate words over the sound of swirling water.
Eventually the whirlpool calmed down and descended, bringing Molecule’s vision back to normal. Fluttershy breathed another sigh and turned around, moving out of the camera’s view, and Molecule heard the mare started walking towards the bathroom door.
However, the noise of what was undoubtedly her stomach rumbling suddenly rang out, bringing the sound of hoofsteps to a halt. It was loud enough for Molecule to hear. Immediately, the mare gasped in shock.
“Ah…!” PRRT “NGH!”
Molecule couldn’t believe that wettest sounding fart that followed came out of someone like Fluttershy. Almost instantly, he heard something splattering, and the mare’s butt was hovering over the bowl and in the camera’s view once again. Fluttershy barely made it - more diarrhea was already shooting out of her open anus, thick dark brown muck that got on the start of her tail while some of it splattered onto the seat. As she sat down, her misaimed stream moved down and sideways, hitting the camera straight in the eye. It didn’t hurt, but a brown mess was all Molecule could see now, and it didn’t look like it would easily drip off. He was pretty much blind.
Molecule nearly malfunctioned with rage. Round two of the runs, and he couldn’t even see it. All he could hear was the splattering of water while Fluttershy sobbed harder than ever. All of a sudden, it was as if a damp paper towel went over his vision, and the mess quickly retreated away from his eye. The camera thought he saw some sort of glow that came with it, but immediately focused on Fluttershy’s cheeks which were spread apart more than last time as pure liquid continuously bursted out of her. The upper area of her buttocks were stained brown due from touching the mess on the seat.
“AHH- OW- OOOHHHH…!” Fluttershy cried, her diarrhea still flowing noisily out of her. She was in agony. As Molecule saw her butt shift around in the bowl more and more, he heard a few bangs on the wall. Was someone else was impatiently waiting outside? It couldn’t be, the noises were far too loud. The camera quickly realized that Fluttershy was actually pounding the wall next to her in an attempt to deal with her pain. “PLEASE- NNGH- STOP, I CAN’T TAKE IT!” the pegasus practically wailed.
Molecule was starting to feel a little bad for enjoying the poor mare’s ordeal, but at least it was coming to an end. Fluttershy’s diarrhea decreased in strength and thickness like a faucet slowly turning off. It was soon over, but the camera heard the pegasus crying softly. The rim of her anus was coated in dark brown waste, and much of her butt cheeks were covered in stains of sweat and excrement. Her tail must have been even worse.
“It… i-it’s everywhere… the floor… I-I-I…” Fluttershy sobbed. Molecule felt the sudden urge to hug the pegasus as tight as he could, but he didn’t have any arms. The camera heard the sound of the small paper roll being turned once again, but Fluttershy only started crying harder.
“No… what am I g-going to do…?” she moaned tearfully, “I… I can’t go out and get more t-toilet paper like this…”
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!!”
The weather looked incredibly cloudy today - at least, that was what Flyspeck had believed. The fluffy white sky and the porcelain toilet seat made up the entirety of his vision, but they had yet to change colors and reflect the passing afternoon… or was it the middle of the night? At some point he lost track of time, and this, combined with the lack of any noise of the outside world, made it obvious to the camera that he was in some oddly decorated bathroom. At least it was less so than the room one of his older brothers was stuck in.
This also meant that the clouds on the ceiling were all too realistic to be part of a some sort of wallpaper. The only explanation Flyspeck could come up with is that they literally made up the ceiling, and the house belonged to a pegasus. With that thought out of the way, the camera realized his scenario was a lot better than actually being outside, thankful that all his brothers were also indoors. A toilet sitting on a grassy field in public would wipe out any remnants of privacy anyone would have using it - the aforementioned privacy being all but destroyed by Flyspeck sitting on the inside of the bowl to begin with.
Attempting to kill some more time, Flyspeck reached into the back of his mind and promptly sensed that there were two other cameras alongside his three older brothers. This added up to a family of six electronic peeping Toms, himself included. Something told Flyspeck that the older brothers were finished with their duties, each of them having already spied on an individual pony in her own bathroom. This left him and his two younger brothers, meaning there were three other mares yet to be captured. Flyspeck, who was the third youngest camera of the family, recognized one of the mare's names.
In one sudden speak-of-the-devil moment, Flyspeck heard a burst of wind, and his vision momentarily blurred as the rear of a light blue pegasus zoomed into view, hovering a few feet over the bowl. She had obviously flown into the bathroom rather than walked, which was a huge indication that the mare needed to go. Thoughts of how long she had been holding it in nearly overcame the camera, but Flyspeck refocused on the pony’s strange movements.
Along with her butt, the camera was able to see the mare’s back, giving him a view of her wings and multicolored mane and tail which were bouncing wildly. Frequent, smaller gusts of wind accompanied her wings flapping furiously with her entire body wobbling precariously over the toilet. Her hind legs were tightly crossed, showing off the muscles in her firm buttocks that were clenched together. As Flyspeck watched the pegasus trying to position herself dead center over the bowl, Rainbow Dash let out a frustrated breath.
"Oh Celestia, this is the worst time to have to go to the bathroom so badly…" she muttered with urgency in her voice. Her tail flicked to the side, and the desperate pegasus suddenly dropped down onto the toilet seat, landing with a loud thud. Flyspeck expected a strong stream of urine to immediately shoot from her exposed vaginal lips, but nothing came out. However, the camera saw Rainbow’s trembling anus poke out between her cheeks. As the mare sighed, it gave a squeaky, airy ffftttffft before opening up by just tiny bit and pushing outwards. Her sphincter remained in that position for a few seconds, showing nothing but a tiny black hole before contracting.
At once, Rainbow Dash began grunting, and the camera watched as her anus entered a cycle of protruding and retreating. Flyspeck realized she was constipated - surely something would have been squeezed out already given how desperate Rainbow looked and sounded - but after several seconds, a dark brown head appeared, filling in the hole in her anus. As it poked out her sphincter, the camera noticed it looked more like a circular lump rather than a thick log. Suddenly, the nugget withdrew and her anus began to shrink, to which Rainbow groaned loudly in response. “Mmph… come out…” she strained before grunting again, and her chunk of hard poop slowly shifted its way out. Flyspeck heard a sigh, and the tiny nugget fell into the water with a plop, giving him a glimpse of another piece of excrement in Rainbow’s closing anus.
Another grunt forced her sphincter open, pushing forward as the second nugget slowly made its way out. Flyspeck saw that it was a little bigger by just how much the rim of her anus was being stretched. With a slightly exhausted breath from the mare, however, the lump came to a halt. The camera’s heart stood still, and as the piece remained stuck in her open hole, Rainbow Dash’s voice cracked a bit as she moaned. It was music to Flyspeck’s ears - did she find the sensation painful, or pleasurable?
“Aaahhh- for Pete’s sake… hurry- nngh- up, I’m gonna be late!” Rainbow complained, not giving quite a clear answer for the camera, and her bottom wiggled a bit. Her cheeks moved back and forth, dislodging the nugget by just a little and allowing it to resume its exit. For a few tense moments, the rim of her anus clung onto the piece almost as if trying to suck it back in, but the nugget soon dropped out of her along with a light burst of gas.
Flyspeck heard Rainbow Dash sigh in relief, but the mare remained seated on the toilet. “There’s still more in there…” she murmured as her right cheek lifted off the seat. The camera watched her round, cyan buttock move a little farther from the center of the toilet, inadvertently giving him a much better view of her anus. Her buttcheek plopped back onto the seat, and as her left buttcheek followed suit, the new position pulling her buttocks apart, the camera heard a soft impatient whine from the pegasus.
“Ohhh..." Rainbow Dash groaned as her anus pushed out once again, "The book signing for the n-new Daring Do novel is in less than ten- ah- five minutes! I gotta hurry!"
A third nugget shifted into view, looking between the sizes of the first and second lumps of waste that Rainbow Dash already squeezed out. Flyspeck could tell she was pushing with alot more force due to how much her anus was poking out. Rainbow Dash grunted every time her sphincter protruded, and panted every time it retreated. Even with her buttcheeks slightly spread apart, however, the third piece wasn’t moving at all. Rainbow’s constipation must have started taking its toll on her as the sounds that she made began to grow increasingly exhausted and impatient. In the matter of seconds, the nugget retreated back into the depths of her rectum, and her anus closed up completely.
"Nngh- hah- ugh- oh for the love of… that does it!"
Rainbow Dash suddenly lifted her butt off the seat a little, and Flyspeck nearly jumped when he saw her hooves swiftly move underneath her cheeks. She grabbed her buttocks, her hooves pressing into the fur, and spread them apart even more. Her anus stretched sideways, letting out another airy fart. Maintaining her grip, Rainbow sat back down, letting her rear squish her hooves against the seat. Following a deep gulp of air, she gave a loud, drawn out grunt.
“Mmpphhnnngghhhhnnn…!”
The mare’s anus puckered before opening once again, allowing the third nugget to resurface. The lump made it farther out of her rear this time, enough that for a few seconds the camera believed if Rainbow Dash simply wiggled her butt like she did earlier it would easily drop. She must have thought up of something similar because her hooves began to swiftly rub her buttcheeks back and forth in an attempt to shake the lump out. As she did this, her anus continued pushing, but her poop did nothing but slow to a stop.
“Come onnnnn!” Rainbow Dash whined. She raised her butt off the seat again, but this time, Flyspeck heard gusts of wind. Her wings were flapping, and soon her body was a few feet over the bowl and away from the camera. Flyspeck noticed her hind legs were now lifted up to her chest while her front hooves were still latched on to her cheeks and keeping them spread apart. Rainbow’s anus was protruding more than ever with her third nugget still stuck in it, and her overall posture made her butt look rounder than earlier.
The gusts of wind became less frequent, and Rainbow Dash began moving up and down in the air. Her rear would fall towards the camera for around half a second, and with a flap of her wings, it would bounce upwards before she hit the toilet seat. The pegasus was shaking her entire body like a near empty condiment bottle - but Flyspeck found it incredibly enticing solely for the fact that she was trying to get her constipated waste out. Rainbow loudly grunted as she shook, and the third piece of her poop finally dropped out of her anus. While Flyspeck heard a soft gasp of relief, the lump fell straight into the bowl, and by sheer luck, the resulting splash didn’t get water onto Rainbow’s rear.
The camera expected her to drop back down onto the seat, but Rainbow Dash seemed to have much more waste to push out. Unfinished, the pegasus continued shaking herself over the toilet as a fourth nugget came into view, making its way out of her anus more quickly than the previous lumps. The fourth piece fell out within moments, only for a fifth to take its place, already halfway out due to her movements. Soon, the bowl was filled with the sounds of water splashing and dripping. Flyspeck, amazed at Rainbow Dash’s efforts, didn’t mind that his vision was occasionally and temporarily blurred by drops of water. As her lumps of waste were squeezed out significantly faster than just a few minutes ago, Rainbow shook herself harder and harder while giving a series of several gasps, moans and grunts.
“Ooohhh… hnnn… I’m so late… g-get out- gah!”
After a few more nuggets, however, Rainbow Dash let out a pained cry as she fell back onto the toilet seat, her hooves moving out of the way as to not get crushed by her butt. Flyspeck panicked for an instant, thinking she was going to hit him, but following a loud, hollow crash, her buttocks were back on the seat, drops of sweat lingering on her cheeks. The camera saw the cause of Rainbow’s sudden burst of agony: a single piece of excrement, much thicker than what she had pushed out earlier, clearly stuck in her reddening anus - perhaps it was the cause of all her desperation, too. It wasn’t a nugget, but the head of an incredibly big turd. As Rainbow gave a sharp gasp, Flyspeck noticed its bumpy surface - her log was heavily compacted, consisting of several small and hard lumps of excrement.
“Mmmph… one more… ngh… ahhhnnn... oh sweet Celestia, it’s huge!” Rainbow Dash moaned before grunting furiously. Her anus pushed forwards and the mass slowly emerged, pausing occasionally as the mare took a breath. Flyspeck even heard a few whines while the head extended to just under two inches before fully stopping, the individual pieces refusing to fall off while her anus remained in its painfully stretched position. The pegasus panted for a few seconds before grunting again, but her log only extended by half an inch. Flyspeck winced - it was looking more and more agonizing to force out. The camera imagined himself somehow spreading her cheeks apart and helping her deal with her log, helping her with the pain she was facing. He fantasized using some sort of magic to pull the turd out of her anus, eliciting an orgasmic moan from the tortured mare...
Flyspeck snapped back to reality upon hearing Rainbow Dash’s wings start flapping again. The pegasus took a deep breath, and slowly, she lifted herself off the toilet, carrying the thick, compact log with her. The camera noticed that she was using her forelegs to keep her hind legs raised to her chest this time, all while shaking up and down in the air almost at double the speed than she did before. Rainbow let out several moans and cries of agony as her turd inched its way out.
“AHH- AH- NNGH- OHH- C-COME OUT ALREADY!”
Her log continued its gradual, occasionally interrupted movement, but at around five to six inches Flyspeck saw that it started to stretch the rim of her anus even more, so much that the camera thought it would start bleeding. The turd’s body was thicker at the middle than its head, and the camera knew that Rainbow Dash could most definitely feel it. Her wings suddenly seized up, and her scream was at an octave higher than any sound she had made so far.
With her wings no longer in use, Rainbow Dash immediately fell back onto the toilet, and there was a deafening bang as her butt hit the porcelain seat. The impact caused her turd to slip through her anus, but just by a few more inches as her sphincter regained its grip. For what seemed like days, her compact log lightly dangled in place while Flyspeck marveled at how it still didn’t break apart. Slowly, the rest of her excrement accelerated and began to slip out of her with a crackle, the surface of its tail looking much smoother than its compact lower half.
The camera couldn’t imagine the incredible sensation it gave her - Rainbow’s final log, over a foot in length, falling from her anus at last. Flyspeck only heard a short lived breath from the pegasus as the turd loudly splashed into the water, resulting in some drops getting onto her buttcheeks. Her anus, red and stained with poop, let out one last fffppprrttt before began to shrink and contract, and it took a few seconds for Rainbow Dash to moan loudly, finally able to vocalize her relief.
“AHHHhhhHHhhh… ooOOOhhh… hahhh… whew…”
For the next several seconds, the only sound that could be heard was Rainbow Dash’s heavy, tired breathing, along with an occasional dripping noise… dripping ? Flyspeck immediately looked just below Rainbow’s sphincter and noticed some sort of white fluid staining her vaginal lips. Her buttocks shifted on the toilet seat and the camera could tell that she was uncomfortable. He heard an exhausted whine as Rainbow Dash crossed her legs, the posture pressing her lips together and causing her liquid to drip even more. Flyspeck stared in anticipation, waiting for a single hoof to move in between her thighs...
“Ohhh…” the pegasus groaned, “not only am I late, I’m also horny now… ugh, just great…” she muttered over the sound of ripping toilet paper. The camera's mood fell a little bit - the sight of Rainbow Dash relieving the additional tension definitely wasn't happening. After the ripping noise stopped, the mare lifted her butt off the seat, and the tip of one of her wings came into view, its feathers somehow holding the bunched up tissue. Flyspeck briefly wondered how much effort it took to have such control over one’s wings, but soon focused on the mare quickly twisting the toilet paper into her anus, letting out a few grunts of discomfort.
“Stupid giant poop thing…” Rainbow Dash grumbled as she wiped, and moments later she moved onto her lips. Flyspeck heard her moan as her already smudged tissue became further dirtied with the evidence of her arousal. As she continued cleaning herself, Rainbow’s butt trembled as it remained hovering over the toilet seat, but soon she was finished, and her piece of toilet paper now carried brown and translucent stains on its surface. The feathers of her wing came apart, dropping the paper into the bowl as it went out of the camera's view. Flyspeck noted that for a pony who wiped herself ridiculously fast, her lips and anus were completely clean as they were concealed by her closing buttcheeks.
Breathing a sigh in relief, Rainbow Dash stood up and turned around to look into the toilet. As her head entered the camera’s view, Flyspeck briefly panicked again until he remembered that his older brothers went through similar scenarios. One of them discovered that they were invisible, preventing the ponies from being able to see them, and Rainbow Dash was no exception. Her light purple eyes, filled with intent on examining her waste, were looking at the center of the bowl. There was a visible, lingering blush on her face, which left Flyspeck wondering how it formed. Was it embarrassment? Relief? Arousal?
“Whoa... that’s... that's actually pretty impressive," Rainbow said, before her blush suddenly deepened as her eyes widened, “Wait, what am I doing?! I’ve got no time!” With a multicolored blur, the mare's head zoomed out of the toilet. Flyspeck heard some hoofsteps and moments later the sound of running water began. The camera knew Rainbow Dash was washing her hooves, but did not expect such a big sounding splash to ring throughout the room. The pegasus gave a sigh, and Flyspeck heard something violently shaking before seeing drops of water flying over the bowl. Immediately, the bathroom sink turned off as Rainbow's wings started flapping once more.
“That oughta do it,” Rainbow Dash muttered as her voice began to fade, “otherwise I think it's best that I do end up being the very last pony there. Now I gotta get my book, and then go alllll the way...” her words disappeared entirely, and Flyspeck was met with silence.
It was at that point when the camera realized she had forgotten to flush.
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.
Iota had been feeling quite the pressure the past few hours. Being the youngest out of a family of six hidden cameras meant having a lot to live up to, especially when all the others had already done their jobs. He couldn’t help thinking that they were waiting on him now, as much as he knew it probably wasn’t so.
However, the thought of a more pressing matter wormed its way into Iota’s mind: he wasn’t just the youngest camera, he was the last one - the grand finale. The remaining pony would unknowingly make some sort of concluding performance for whoever put Iota in her bathroom. Of course, there would be more shows to come, but Iota felt like what he was going to see sooner or later definitely needed to be better than everything the other cameras had witnessed. The fact that he couldn’t move was the only thing stopping him from shaking in fear at the very idea of his “employer” being disappointed and shutting him off in the blink of an eye.
Determined to not let the potential consequences get the best of him, Iota’s mind shifted towards his current surroundings. He was in the mare’s bathroom, and yet there was a bookshelf sitting against the wooden wall, momentarily taking him away from that fact. Iota wondered if that was a bit excessive or not.
Then again, perhaps enjoying books while on the toilet was appropriate for a pony as well read as Twilight Sparkle.
The camera’s eye was suddenly filled with a flash of blinding light. Iota tried to remain calm, but his electronic pulse began to race. It was her - it had to be, or else in a split second he would be obliterated in an explosion of some sort. One moment later, the brightness vanished as quickly as it came, and Iota was pleasantly surprised at what he now saw.
A certain pony’s pair of hindquarters now stood almost directly in front of the toilet. The dock of her dark violet tail, which carried a long pink streak in its length, was raised more than enough to give Iota a good view of her light purple rear and slit. He noticed that her buttcheeks appeared to be a bit smaller than the rumps his older brothers had seen. Was it the way the camera was placed in the bowl, perhaps at a different angle than he thought he was positioned at?
Iota couldn’t tell. Everything happened so fast. All he knew was that Twilight Sparkle was desperate, absolutely desperate, enough so that she had actually teleported into her own bathroom rather than walked through the door. With no time to lose the urgent librarian hurriedly lowered her cheeks-
“AHH!” Iota heard an abrupt, frightened yelp as his vision was filled with purple, as if two full moons had fallen out of the sky and crashed into the ocean. Twilight’s butt was, all of a sudden, so close to the camera that all he could only see one of her cheeks. There was barely any room for detail, and way too little distance between them for comfort. For an instant, Iota thought he was going to be crushed.
To the camera's relief, fortunately, her trembling rear began to pull back. Twilight gradually lifted herself up from the bowl with the center of her buttcheeks now dripping with toilet water, along with something else. The tiny streams of urine that clung to the area near her vaginal lips told Iota that even if it was for only a moment, she had lost control over her bladder. However apparent, Twilight’s pee still wasn't as easily noticeable as the head of what looked like a thick, brown nugget sticking out of the very center of her hole. Iota saw that the rim of her anus was attempting to enclose the piece of waste, as if her sphincter wanted to pull it back. In fact, Twilight seemed like she was trying to prevent herself from letting anything else out, tightly squeezing her thighs together, punctuating her heavy breathing with little grunts as she continued to move her buttocks out of the toilet.
It just didn’t make sense to the camera. Wouldn’t it be more convenient for Twilight to let it all go now, while she was already over the toilet? And how did even she fall in to begin with? In search of answers, Iota surveyed the porcelain rim around the boundaries of his vision. There was something off about the way it looked - the camera had never seen a toilet seat so abnormally thin and unable to accommodate an average pony’s rear.
“Twilight?”
The muffled voice of what sounded like a young boy interrupted Iota’s thoughts. As the camera picked up the sound of approaching footsteps, he quickly remembered that the unicorn was living with another, one who wasn’t even a pony. Iota thanked his lucky stars that it was Twilight who needed to use the toilet and not the little dragon. The voice called out again, much louder this time.
“Hey, Twilight, you alright? I heard something!”
Twilight had been resting her buttcheeks on the rim of the bowl, the lump of excrement still poking out her anus, when Iota heard the door burst open. The dragon’s footsteps screeched to a halt and a few seconds passed in total silence.
“Oh no, the seat, I completely forgot, I’m sorry- hahaha-” Spike began to apologize before bursting into laughter. Immediately, Twilight’s nugget withdrew back into her rectum and she jumped into a standing position, clenching her buttocks which concealed her closing anus. The camera noticed two pink six-pointed stars on the sides of the unicorn’s cheeks as she gave a frustrated huff.
“For the millionth time, Spike, you have to put it down...” Twilight Sparkle groaned, a mix of anger and embarrassment in her voice.
“Haha, Twi, I’m so sorry, aw geez, out of all the times I could’ve forgotten-”
“It’s not completely your fault,” the unicorn interjected, “I would’ve double checked if I wasn’t- ah… oh, oh, oh…”
With a desperate sounding whine, Twilight squeezed her thighs and buttocks harder as her hindquarters started hopping in place. Iota noticed a faint, pinkish light now glowing at the top of his vision, and he realized at once that she was moving the porcelain seat with her magic. However, it was clearly chipping away at what little control she had over her waste - the more vibrant the unicorn’s aura grew, the more frantic her motions became. Twilight’s cheeks were bouncing up and down, defining their round and jiggly form and distracting the camera from the very tip of the toilet seat that came into view.
The seat flew down, faster than gravity could take it, and hit the rim of the bowl with a loud, sharp clunk that made Iota wince a little. Instantly the glow surrounding the thick porcelain ring faded while the unicorn’s buttocks parted, revealing her anus and vaginal lips that were now twitching with anticipation. The camera watched eagerly as Twilight finally slammed her slightly wet buttocks onto the toilet without any more problems.
“Hahhh…” Twilight Sparkle exhaled loudly as her lips opened, and a powerful stream of urine began shooting out from between her folds. The sound of notably heavy splashing echoed throughout the toilet bowl, and Iota even saw a few drops flying upwards every now and then. Perhaps feeling the little trails of yellow liquid that started trickle on the inner sides of her buttocks, Twilight shifted her cheeks a little, adjusting them so they were more spread out. The mare gave a much softer sigh as she continued peeing, and her anus puckered, emitting a soft, long hiss.
“Okay… well, that takes care of that,” Spike said, breaking what was beginning to feel like an awkward silence. “I’ll leave you to it, I suppose?”
“Actually, Spike- nnf…” Twilight replied, “Take a letter.” She let out a grunt as her already forceful stream lightly increased in volume. At the very center of the unicorn’s anus, Iota saw that the brown nugget she was holding back was returning into view.
However, it took the camera quite a few seconds to process her words. Iota was completely stunned - he had been expecting Twilight to politely request the dragon to give her some privacy, or scold him about the seat a little more, but this? What she asking of Spike now was almost the exact opposite.
“Hey,” the little dragon began, “I don’t need to write to Princess Celestia about me leaving the se-”
“It’s not that, Spike! It’s just mmm- my usual lesson report stuff. I’d like to get the words down while they’re still fresh in my mind, that’s all.” Twilight’s hole opened wide enough for the nugget to push forward. As the mass slid out more and more, Iota realized that it wasn’t a nugget, but the head of a log that stretched the rim of the unicorn’s anus. Within moments, Twilight’s first turd made its way past an inch in length.
“That important, huh?” Spike’s footsteps started up, and Iota heard him walking across the bathroom. “Alright then,” he chuckled over the sound of a drawer being opened. “Crud. Ummm… Twilight, bad news, emergency stash is out. No parchment, no quills, no ink, nothing…”
“Oh? The emergency emergency stash is in the- nnngh- medicine cabinet behind the mirror. You can reach it, right?” Twilight asked.
“Yep!”
The sound of Spike opening the cabinet rang out as Iota saw Twilight’s log slow to a halt about three inches out of her hole. The mare’s turd remained where it was, neither extending nor contracting, allowing the camera to notice its smooth, healthy surface. That wasn’t exactly what was on his mind at the moment, however.
Iota still had trouble taking in the fact that Spike was perfectly okay with being in the bathroom while his unicorn friend was using it, and the fact that Twilight herself didn’t seem to mind was even more unbelievable. To make things stranger, the conversation the two were sharing lacked any tone of embarrassment whatsoever. It was almost surreal how casual they sounded.
The camera wondered if this scenario happened many, many times before.
“Okay, Spike, you ready?”
“Uh huh. Shoot,” the dragon replied over a very light tap, his quill likely touching his piece of parchment.
“Mmph- dear Princess Celesti- ahhh…”
Twilight’s turd slowly resumed its course from her anus. The thick mass made a long crackling noise as it moved downward, the combined sight and sound reminiscent of a train leaving its station. Iota heard the unicorn groan as her log began to speed up, quickly reaching over half a foot.
“Ohhh… A-attached to this letter is the… mmm…” Twilight purred, her turd practically pouring out of her now, its head moving past the camera’s vision, “is the- ooh- product of my research on Starswirl the Bearded’s very first- ah! …spellbook…” Iota heard Twilight’s log dip into the water with a soft plop, and yet it was still extending. It wasn’t just a log - it was a python that was slithering out of the once desperate mare’s sphincter and most likely curling around the bowl. And to think, it wasn’t the only piece of waste that had caused Twilight’s immense urgency to the point where she had fallen into the toilet while the seat was up. The camera wondered how she was able to even talk while feeling such relief.
“However, I’m not too… oh, oh, ohhhh… proud on how I put it together- unngh… ahhhh…” Twilight Sparkle moaned, perhaps from her turd suddenly speeding up even more and her hole shrinking to accommodate her poop’s decreasing thickness. Iota watched her buttocks tremble as the tail of her excrement noisily slipped out of her open anus, and he heard it fall into the water below.
With another sigh, Twilight shifted her cheeks on the toilet again, which brought attention to the fact that urine was still spilling from her lips after all this time. Iota noticed that her stream was starting to die down, her bladder perhaps emptying the last of its urine. Knowing that her urination was coming to a close, the camera focused his vision back onto Twilight’s anus. The rim had become slightly messy, lined with a fresh brown ring of her excrement. It puckered and stretched open by the tiniest bit just to reveal… empty space.
“Nnngh… You see, for the past… ah… few days,” Twilight gasped as her little hole protruded, “I kept pushing and- mmmph… straining myself to do only… unnggh… one thing as if i-it was my only function…”
As Twilight’s smudged anus widened just enough for Iota to see another dark brown head within, her stream of urine dwindled to a mere trickle. With only a drop occasionally falling from the unicorn’s lips, the lack of continuous splashing allowed the camera to finally hear the faint sounds of Spike furiously scribbling on his piece of parchment.
“Uhngh… I was feeling that- ah… I couldn’t do anything else until I fff… finished my duty…”
“Pfft… duty...” the dragon chuckled.
“Oh ha ha, very funny, Spike,” Twilight said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Thank you, I’ll be here all week-”
“Moving on…” Twilight continued, ignoring Spike’s words. With a grunt, her second turd began to poke out of her anus, looking thicker than her previous. The log was well compacted, barely sliding past the rim of her sphincter which fluctuated a little in size due to its lumpy surface. It wasn’t even at half an inch, and already Iota knew that she would have a lot more trouble this time.
“Hold on a second- UHhnngh… Mmph...”
“Take your time,” the dragon replied casually.
“Ah… thanks, Spike…”
She was panting now, and Iota could hear a growing fatigue clear in her voice. Every protrusion her anus made was accompanied by an increasingly loud grunt. As much as she pushed, her excrement simply refused to extend anymore. However, Iota noticed that Twilight’s anus was starting to shrink, closing in on the last bits of her solid waste.
“Gah…!” the unicorn let out a sharp breath as her lump fell with a loud plop. There was nothing else to be seen within her shrinking sphincter, confirming that she had pushed out a mere nugget. Iota, having expected her second piece to be much longer, felt a hint of disappointment before realizing that it was probably for the best given her current exhaustion. Twilight was far from done with her bowel movement and she was more than aware, but it was obvious that she needed a moment’s rest.
“Hahh… okay. I was putting a lot- haaa- more pressure on myself… than I … usually did,” Twilight gasped between deep breaths, which filled the air for several seconds as she took the time to recover. When she spoke again she had a renewed energy in her voice as her anus resumed poking out. “And today, I learned just how tense and- ohhh! HmmnnNNGGH-”
pppPPPppPPPRrrrssSSSSFFFffFFFftttrrttt
Instead of opening wide enough for another turd to make its way out, Twilight’s anus merely puckered, suddenly letting out a long, loud burst of flatulence. The camera barely heard her cry out in surprise as her butt shifted back and forth a little, perhaps trying to stop the sound, but her movements seemed to only make the noise alternate between crackling and hissing. After a few moments, to the unicorn’s certain gratefulness, the sound of her fart began to fade, and her hole became silent. A faint pink glow slowly formed in her buttcheeks.
“Ughh... how tense and embarrassing that could turn out…” Twilight groaned. The silence that followed only lasted a few seconds before it was broken by the sound of the little dragon’s laughter. “Spike, try not to laugh, it messes with my- nngh- concentration,” she pleaded, squeezing her thighs together.
Fortunately, however, Twilight seemed to be having much less difficulty with her second log. Her anus opened fairly easily and the new turd’s brown head stuck out, lingering for a few moments before starting to extend, pushing against her rim in the process. Twilight’s stained hole protruded more than it usually did, perhaps due to the fact that her waste was speeding up. More and more of her log came into view, and Iota could practically count its lumps. Its texture was almost the same as her previous nugget.
“Mmph… I’m more than relieved… to report that- ohhh- I’ve learned an important less… ahh...” Twilight Sparkle cried out softly just as the turd made it past four inches, its head moving out of the camera’s sight. Iota, astounded at the long, compact piece that had yet to fall from her hole, focused on the section of the mass currently sliding out of her anus. To his surprise, its bumpy exterior was transitioning to a smoothness almost like that of the unicorn’s first log, but much wider. Twilight obviously felt the change in surface, judging by the way she trembled and moaned, “Important... lesson- oh, ooOOoohhh…”
The new part of the log didn’t look like it would be able to support its lower half, however, and soon enough, a large portion of the turd broke off and fell into the toilet. Iota heard another heavy splash, and he watched as the now smooth log picked up even more speed. It quickly descended, undoubtedly giving Twilight another surge in relief. While Iota watched the mare’s thighs press together a second time, he heard her attempting to stifle another relaxed moan.
“Mmm… ah- aahhh…”
The alleviating feeling coursing through her entire body must have been nothing short of bliss. Every second that went by was at least another inch pushed forward by Twilight’s log, heightening her pleasure as well as the camera’s amazement. Iota was in total awe . Just minutes ago, Twilight Sparkle’s body had been holding what was at least two thick, long turds within her rear. The camera could only imagine how wonderful it felt squeezing them out into her own toilet.
In a single moment the head of the mass extended past the camera, and in another moment Iota heard it dip into the water. He had expected the turd to continue, curling around the bowl like its brother, but the log met its end seemingly all too soon. The slightly rounded tail dropped out of her hole and hit the water with a splash noticeably softer than the previous.
Twilight Sparkle gasped softly as her dirty anus retreated, shrinking to half its diameter. Her buttocks briefly rocked from side to side on the seat while her sphincter twitched rhythmically, relaxing after being forcibly expanded by such a wide turd. However, Iota realized that the sensation would only be temporary - the head of a third log could be seen just a few inches deep in her rectum, and already it was worming its way out.
“It’s important to give yourself occasional release,” Twilight continued before grunting, and she shuddered while the camera saw her anus stretch open once again by the new mass, “from… nngh… something you’ve been doing for quite a long time, no matter how… errrgh...”
The head of the unicorn’s log surpassed her protruding rim and Iota noticed that its surface looked almost as compact as her second one. Thankfully its body wasn’t as thick, but the camera knew that it would still take more effort to squeeze out than before. An inch of her waste crawled out before slowing to a halt. With another grunt from Twilight, her anus pushed forward and resumed her turd’s movement.
“No matter how… pressing it might be...” The mare’s buttcheeks trembled even more as the turd extended past half a foot. Iota heard Twilight grunt again as she shifted her buttocks slightly, causing her log to swing from the rim of her anus. Slowly but surely it was losing its grip, bound to fall out of her at any second-
“Come on… almost… there...” Twilight muttered before suddenly falling silent, and Iota saw the short but thick tail of her waste drop from her anus. Her smudged hole remained open for a moment as the last piece of excrement fell out of the camera’s view. Immediately, a final splash rang out through the bowl, and Twilight let out a loud, relaxed sigh as her anus began to shrink.
“Haaaahhh… your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle…” the unicorn said, concluding her letter. “Ohhhhhh, that feels so much better...” she whispered.
“Sure sounds like it!” Spike replied, sounding rather amused, “Geez, you had to go bad, didn’t you?”
“Mm-hmm!” Twilight hummed in confirmation. Iota heard a slightly heavy clunk as her cheeks shifted again, the sound and movement indicating that the unicorn was now leaning against the tank of her toilet. Of course, after putting up with such urgency followed by intense relief, it didn’t surprise him. However, with the noises of Twilight’s defecation no longer ringing throughout the bowl, Iota noticed that the faint scribbling was still there.
“Mmmff… I’m done, Spike…” Twilight Sparkle purred.
“I know, I know,” the dragon acknowledged, “Just a little more, and… there we go! All done!” he declared as the scribbling went through a slight crescendo before stopping completely. “Hey, did you say that you wanted to put something onto this letter? The Starswirl report thing you mentioned at the beginning?” Spike asked.
“Yep!” Twilight said over the sound of something suddenly rustling, “I was just going to tell you to fetch it for me. It should be on my desk.”
As Iota heard the ripping of what was undoubtedly toilet paper, Spike started to walk away, his footsteps decreasing in volume by the tiniest bit.
“Alright, I’ll head upstairs and… wait…” The sound of footsteps stopped, and sniffing noises took its place. “Whew, that reeks, Twilight!” Spike yelled, a touch of repulsion in his voice.
Twilight had shifted her weight to the front of her seat when her body completely froze. Immediately, the pinkish hue from minutes earlier returned to her buttcheeks.
“D-does it smell that bad?” the embarrassed unicorn stuttered.
“Worse than the breath of a timberwolf! Ugh, Twilight, what did you ea-” Spike paused, and a moment later he resumed speaking, sounding awfully like he was pinching his nose, “Didn’t you… didn’t you ask me to get you a bunch of apples from Sweet Apple Acres?!” the dragon asked while Iota saw Twilight’s folded piece of toilet paper float towards her rear.
Twilight groaned apologetically, her cheeks shifting forwards. The unicorn’s dirty anus twitched as her glowing bathroom tissue touched its rim, and Iota watched it press firmly against the surface. As her toilet paper rubbed Twilight’s hole, moving around in tiny circles, the camera could have sworn that she was starting to sway ever so slowly.
“Ohh, I know, Spike,” the unicorn quickly explained while she wiped, “but I found myself getting hungry at way past three in the morning, and- ah- I had already eaten the apples, but then- mmm- I found out from Owlicious that the Hay Burger is actually open- nnf- twenty four seven and I couldn’t think of anything else so I got him to-”
“Wait,” Spike interrupted, “You were up past THREE?”
“Or was it four? I’m not sure.”
“Tell me you at least went to sleep, Twilight…”
“Sleep? I, uhh…” the unicorn stuttered. Her piece of bathroom tissue stopped brushing against her hole and pulled away rather sheepishly. Slowly it turned to the camera, revealing a thick smudge of excrement on its soft surface. “Well, I can sleep all I want after this, can’t I?” she spoke as the toilet paper folded again and returned between her cheeks. Iota noticed that the rim of her hole now looked much cleaner than it did just seconds ago, but Twilight remained seated as she kept the tissue floating in her magic. She had just gotten started.
“How... how long have you been up?” Spike asked with a growing concern in his voice, which has lost its nasal tone.
“About thirty something hours, I don’t know…” Twilight responded wearily, leaning forward to the point where Iota could almost see her back. She was wiping herself in faster, wider circles now, her tissue noticeably deeper in her rectum and visibly stretching her rim. The mare let out a rather deep yawn, and the camera saw that she was practically teetering on the edge of the seat. In fact, the piece of toilet paper started to lose its strength and glow. Within moments, Twilight’s bathroom tissue popped out of her anus and fell past the camera, no longer carrying any of the unicorn’s aura.
“Well no wonder you needed to-” Spike muttered, before suddenly shouting, “whoa, careful- TWILIGHT!”
The camera heard quick, approaching footsteps just as Twilight’s buttocks suddenly shifted, sliding off the toilet seat. The unicorn began to topple out of his view, making Iota panic, as she was going to fall and injure herself - but she abruptly halted with her cheeks barely touching the porcelain rim. Her stillness enabled Iota to see even more of her back, along with her head, which sported a slightly messy mane that was the same color as her tail.
As relieved as Iota was, why did the unicorn stop so suddenly?
“Gotcha! Phew, that was close, eh Twilight? … Twilight, wake up!”
“Wha- what? What happened?” the unicorn blurted out.
“You just suddenly went to sleep and… and you almost fell!”
“I… I did?” Twilight spoke in disbelief as she scooted backwards onto the toilet. Her buttocks soon reclaimed the majority of Iota’s vision, and the camera heard her say, “T-thank Celestia you were here to catch me, Spike…”
The dragon gave a sigh in relief. “Twilight, please, promise me you won’t put yourself through something like this again.”
The unicorn’s cheeks became absolutely still, more so than when she had been embarrassed by the stench of her bowel movement. Seconds passed, and Iota knew she was taking in Spike’s words - however, the camera himself was doing the same. The seemingly juvenile young dragon who had snickered at Twilight’s bout of flatulence was now clearly worrying about her, caring for her like a younger sibling would.
“Spike…” Twilight said softly, “don’t worry, I’m not going to do that again anytime soon, I promise.”
At that very instant, some sort of warmth - different than the excitement Iota had from watching the unicorn relieve herself, yet intense all the same - began to swell within the camera’s core. The sensation was only accentuated when Iota heard a few light pats, and he knew at once that the two were undoubtedly in an embrace. Many, many seconds passed by in complete silence, save for the barely audible sounds of Twilight and Spike breathing almost in unison.
Much to Iota’s slight dismay, however, the moment was interrupted by more sniffing noises.
“And speaking of promises,” Spike said, “well, about those hay burgers…”
“Now that’s something I can’t guarantee,” Twilight laughed, “they’re just so goooood!” she added with a playful, whining tone in her voice. The camera heard Spike chuckle at her words as his footsteps started up again.
“I’m gonna go and send the letter on its way now,” the dragon announced, his voice growing faint. ”I better step out of the room- I don’t wanna start a house fire.”
“Oh hush,” Twilight chuckled as Spike’s footsteps faded completely. Her buttocks shifted a little as the unicorn leaned forward, much more cautiously than last time, and there was another sound of ripping toilet paper. Confused, Iota examined Twilight’s anus, which now looked completely clean after all that excessive wiping, before noticing that her vagina was still stained with urine. A second glowing piece of bathroom tissue, a few squares worth, flew past the dock of her tail and, sure enough, landed on her lips. The camera heard Twilight let out a hum of satisfaction as her toilet paper slowly dragged between her folds.
The unicorn sighed as her final piece of toilet paper lost its aura, dropping past the camera and into the bowl. “Whew. Now I have all of this behind me… literally!” Twilight giggled as her buttocks lifted off the toilet seat, her cheeks closing and hiding her now spotless private bits. Likely enjoying its freedom from being squished against porcelain, the unicorn’s round purple rear swayed a little back and forth as it moved out of Iota’s vision.
A set of hoofsteps later, however, Twilight’s head rose up into the camera’s view, staring directly into the bowl. Immediately her face began to sport a redder, deeper blush as her violet eyes, looking tired but still retaining their charm, widened in surprise. “Did I really… all that…” Twilight Sparkle muttered, turning her head to the side a little as if looking behind her, “… out my butt? I… ohhhh,” she groaned, blushing even deeper as her horn lit up with magic aura, “let’s see if… I hope it can go down…”
The light clunk of a flush handle rang out, preceding a waterfall that began to crash against the interior of the bowl and on the camera himself. With his sight now blurry and somewhat yellow, barely able to see the mare’s face, Iota took a moment to reflect on what he had seen and heard during the past few minutes. The bowel movement Twilight Sparkle just experienced had been a desperate and very relieving one, with the feeling clear in almost each word she had spoken. Now that Iota was thinking about it, even Spike had unknowingly contributed to the show, as the camera realized that the unicorn would have been a little less talkative had the dragon not been present.
Through the rushing water, Iota could still see that Twilight had not left his view. Undoubtedly, she was concerned about her waste clogging the toilet, and for good reason: it was just so big , and the camera was more than aware - he had witnessed every inch of it sliding out of her, after all. Seconds later, fortunately, the whirlpool began to settle down, losing its urine induced color as it descended. By the time the water fully left Iota’s view, Twilight was closing her eyes in relaxation.
When she opened them again, the unicorn suddenly grimaced and muttered, “Ick, I should probably get this cleaned before I forget…”
Upon those words, Iota knew that there must have been some telltale smudges near the bottom of the toilet, way below his view. Twilight’s horn began to glow again, prompting the camera to look behind her, expecting a toilet brush or something to float into view. However, a pink, vertical line suddenly appeared on the upper side of the bowl, quickly moving across the porcelain surface and out of view. Iota noted that the area that the line had passed looked noticeably whiter than before, realizing that the unicorn was cleaning the toilet with her magic.
Seconds passed and the line reappeared, brighter and wider this time, as it was crossing Iota’s side of the bowl - crossing Iota himself. A sudden thought caused the camera’s pulse to race, terror starting to overtake him. Would he be wiped away like the stains in Twilight’s toilet? No, he had just been sprayed with what seemed like a gallon of water just moments ago, and besides, it wasn’t like he was going to be seen. Iota had nearly forgotten that he and his older brothers had been enchanted, making them invisible.
Unfortunately, the camera’s concern was only replaced by another: the magic line halting right in the middle of his eye. Iota watched it wobble and curve, as if carefully feeling out the surface of the bowl.
“Hmmm,” Twilight noted, “something’s stuck. I don’t know what, but it’s almost like a really flat bump… there it is!”
Without warning, the line wrapped around the boundaries of Iota’s vision, circling him quickly. It was as if a snake was coiling around him in a deadly grip. The camera’s horror increased tenfold, but it was nothing compared to what he saw through the glowing ring.
If Iota was able to scream, he would have done so right there and then. Twilight Sparkle’s head was nearly sticking into the bowl, staring directly at him like a hawk. The mare’s eyes were narrowed in curiosity, but to the camera it felt more like a furious glare. Her horn glowed brighter than ever, enough to make the unicorn and her surroundings tremble due to the sheer power it was generating. Iota braced himself for whatever horrifying fate awaited him.
However, the camera never expected to hear a large pop as his world tumbled wildly. Iota stopped spinning after a few seconds, and he was surprised to see that his vision was zoomed in. Even though he could no longer see the rim of the toilet, the camera now had a better view of the bathroom, and he could count the books on the nearby bookshelf if not for the current moment. Twilight, with her horn less bright than a moment ago, seemed to slowly bob up and down as she spoke.
“Feels almost like a stubborn adhesive spell…”
The remnants of the camera’s sense of security vanished instantly. Now detached from the toilet bowl, Iota was being levitated by the unicorn, and he was floating closer and closer to her. Completely at mercy of Twilight’s magic, he had never been more terrified in his life until another thought crossed the camera’s mind - his troubles had just begun. The camera was just a ring of light to her, but he knew that would change momentarily. Whatever the mare was doing now was nothing compared to what she would do once she found out what Iota was.
Almost as if she had read his mind, Twilight squinted in concentration as the aura surrounding her horn intensified in brightness. She was removing his invisibility spell and Iota knew it. He was going to be exposed as the tiny hidden camera that he was. A flash of light exploded from her horn, blinding the camera for a few seconds, and he heard the unicorn gasp as it slowly faded.
“It’s… it’s some sort of black circle!” Twilight cried out in a mix of triumph and confusion, before moving in closer and closer to the camera. “With a minuscule red dot in the center! But why would there be a invisible tiny black circle in… wait, that’s… o-oh my gosh…”
As she reared back, the unicorn’s face quickly turned the same hue as her magic aura, her mouth hanging open for a moment. Twilight lowered her head while her eyes darted to the side, refusing to point towards the camera who was still utterly terrified. What threw Iota off, however, was the fact that the corners of her mouth were wavering. Why? There were no tears welling up in her eyes, and yet, the mare wasn’t laughing in nervousness.
Whatever emotions were going through her head, however, soon transitioned into anger. The unicorn’s eyes locked onto Iota, and he felt himself jump perhaps from her magic hold tightening. This was it. Twilight Sparkle was so enraged, so appalled that her privacy had been violated, that Iota would soon be slowly crushed into pieces, burnt to a crisp, or much, much worse. Horrifying images of the mare going so far to actually melt the camera filled his mind.
“You… you creep!” Twilight yelled, narrowing her glare. “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out exactly who you are, and when I do…” she growled as her horn brightened once again.
Iota panicked, bracing himself for an agonizingly slow death before realizing what Twilight meant. She wasn’t going after him anymore, and whatever the unicorn was doing definitely involved some sort of tracing spell, not a destructive magic beam that the camera had feared. Whoever stuck Iota onto Twilight’s toilet was the one now in danger, their identity and reputation more than likely on the ropes. The camera caught a silhouette in the unicorn’s eyes, but before he could discern it, they began to glow.
“You?” Twilight’s mouth twitched, as if she was trying to say something else, but merely hung open instead. An eternity passed in which Iota waited for the unicorn to snap out of her daze and say something, anything, maybe even a name. However, she remained standing where she was with her eyes wide open in disbelief. Said identity and reputation must have been truly unexpected to provoke such a reaction in the currently shell-shocked Twilight Sparkle.
An eternity passed before the silence was finally broken by someone snickering, the sound incredibly muffled and coming from outside of the unicorn’s bathroom. Iota recognized it as the same childish laughter that had followed Twilight’s flatulence from earlier.
Had Twilight not reacted the way she did, Iota would have suspected Spike was the culprit. The unicorn quickly turned her head to the source of the noise, her expression holding a glare for the slightest instant before softening into a playful smirk as she shook her head. It was just a coincidence.
“Spike, what is it? What’s so funny?”
“Ha… hehe… letter…”
“Oh! Did she already reply?” Twilight asked excitedly, hopping on all four hooves while she turned her entire body to the side.
“No, no, your letter- heheh…” Iota heard Spike answer as the grin on the unicorn’s face slowly faded. “I can’t imagine what her expression’s gonna be when she’s reading it!”
Twilight’s eyes narrowed again. “What in Equestria are you talking-”
The light surrounding Iota suddenly disappeared and the camera immediately found himself in a hurricane of color, his sight becoming a blur as he flipped around and around. He barely had time to think, to worry about hitting something and possibly breaking, before he heard a relatively light plop and at once he came to a dead halt.
It took a few seconds for Iota to take in his new surroundings. He was now facing the wooden ceiling, which seemed to be wobbling the tiniest bit. Instead of a pink glow, a familiar white rim surrounded his vision. At once, the camera felt a surge in relaxation - Twilight had simply released her magic hold over him, dropping him back into the toilet. Floating on the water’s surface, Iota was able see the porcelain seat again, albeit at a slightly different angle since he was facing directly upwards. Unfortunately, Twilight Sparkle was no longer in his view.
She could, however, be heard.
“SPIKE! What did you do?!”
“I couldn’t help it! I mean, since you were- pffthahahaha... I wrote in more than just your words this time around!” Spike confessed, roaring with laughter, “Everything’s in there, Twilight, farts, plops, everything!”
“What?! Oh, nononono, Spike, that… Princess Celes… I… you… G-GET BACK HERE!! ”
As Iota continued floating, the toilet rim and ceiling in his vision beginning to spin ever so slowly, he could hear the faint sound of rapid hoofsteps and footsteps accompanied by Spike’s panicked yells.
“TWILIGHT, SETTLE DOWN! I’M SURE SHE’LL THINK IT’S FUNNY!”
Author's Note
Special thanks to ______ himself for proofreading this chapter! And thank you guys for waiting as I juggled college classes and whatnot to get this out. ~~I hope you all enjoyed this six chapter story!~~
Actually this isn't the end. I still have an epilogue to write, and it'll take less than four months this time.
Really.
I promise!
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.______ once again for proofreading this, and inspiring me to even write stuff like this thanks to his own works.
With many toilets,
