120 Days of Blueblood

"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks."
—Mary Wollstonecraft

It was late-December throughout Equestria. A time when ponies were encouraged to care for one another. Even Prince Blueblood was planning to do his part to give to those less fortunate than himself.

The royal sisters walked peaceably through the long halls of Canterlot Castle. Celestia, goddess of the day, and Luna, goddess of the night, spoke in regal tones as they moved.

"We presume word hath reached thine ear, dear sister, of our nephew's depraved acts?" Celestia asked in a hushed royal Canterlot voice.

"Yea," Luna responded in a similar tone, "The dressmaker's family, thy student, the gypsy and the distillers. Blueblood's deeds of cruelty hath spread throughout the kingdom. Rumors fly that he hath decreed that a select group of orphaned foals be brought into the castle."

"Then we must hurry before we are too late," Celestia said, as the sisters quickened their pace.

Blueblood could hardly contain his excitement in preparation for the night's activities. His friends were with him, Fancy Pants and Fleur-di-lis. The three of them stood in a round dining room with two tables; a rectangular one for the adults and a crescent-shaped table for the children. Everything was ornately decorated and immaculate in appearance. The three unicorns stood there, waiting eagerly for the rest of the guests to arrive.

The door suddenly opened as Filthy Rich walked in with two fillies; one pink and the other grey. The pink child had a smug look on her face that Blueblood had to admire seeing on one so young. Clearly she was used to getting everything she wanted. Behind her walked a blushing grey filly in a maid's outfit.

"This is my step daughter, Diamond Tiara," Filthy Rich said, gesturing to the pink filly. The prince bowed and walked over to kiss her hoof.

"Enchanting to meet you, my dear," Blueblood said, courteously.

"And with us tonight is Silver Spoon," Filthy Rich said, gesturing to the other filly, who did a timid curtsy, "She and her mother became my servants after her father racked up an enormous debt. The coward committed suicide in the wake of his bankruptcy, leaving his family to settle his debts through their servitude." The grey filly gave a quiet sob. Filthy Rich ignored Silver Spoon's whimpering.

"Her job, as you can tell by her recently-acquired cutie mark, is to polish the silver." Filthy Rich added, gesturing towards Silver Spoon. Due to being similar in age, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had become somewhat friends, but the pink filly was never afraid to lord her position as master over her servant.

"I take it the others have yet to arrive?" Filthy Rich asked, looking around.

"You're the first to make it, after us," Fancy Pants said, gesturing to Fleur and himself, "I can't imagine what's keeping those orphans."

As if in response to his words, the door opened again and four more children entered, three colts and one filly. They walked nervously, flanked on either side by guards as escorts. Obeying an order from the prince, the children had been recently cleaned in preparation for tonight.

With the exception of Diamond Tiara, all of the children wore apprehensive looks on their faces. No doubt tales of the prince's lascivious cruelty had reached their young ears. When the children had been delivered into the hooves of Prince Blueblood, the guards returned to their posts.

Blueblood approached the closest orphan, an orange pegasus, and asked for her name. She respectfully bowed her head before the prince, while still holding her ground.

"I''m Scootaloo," she said, "Why have you brought us here?" The three colts behind her listened anxiously for the answer.

"Why my dear," Fancy Pants said, walking forward while chuckling, "The prince and his friends always have room at their table for beggars and orphans at this time of year." A rotund grey colt with a dark brown mane perked his ears up at the mention of a table. His fork and knife cutie mark wiggled as he waddled forward to speak.

"You mean we're going to get to eat with you?" the colt asked, hopefully. Fleur walked up close and looked into his eyes.

"We have a special feast planned for everypony," she said, scrunching up her nose in a cute manner, "Tell me, my handsome young stallion, what is your name?"

"Truffle Shuffle," the colt said, blushing. He lowered his head as he lazily kicked at the air with his hoof, "We don't eat so well at the orphanage. I'm always hungry." To further emphasize the point, the colt's stomach rumbled. Fleur giggled.

"I can assure you, you'll get your fill tonight," Blueblood said. When he saw that the fillies and colts were warming up to him, Blueblood approached the last two unidentified orphans.

"And what are your names?" the prince asked, "Tell me about yourselves." The first one to speak was a pinto earth pony colt with a thick cockney accent. He bowed before Prince Blueblood.

"My name is Pip, your Majesty," the colt said, humbly, "My parents were but poor immigrants from Trottingham who died on the boat trip over to Canterlot. I arrived alone and was sent to live at the orphanage."

The last colt was still a bit dirty, in spite of his imposed bath. It was as if the dirt on him went all the way to his core. He was a skinny, sickly-looking pegasus with large ears and bad teeth. As the prince stood before the colt, the youth had the good sense to introduce himself.

"My name's Featherweight," the colt said, sadly, "After my mother died when foaling me, I worked in the mines below Canterlot Castle, carting gems with my father. Not long after he died in a cave in, I became too distraught to work and was brought to the orphanage."

Blueblood ordered the children to stand in a straight line, which they did. Three fillies and three colts. Diamond Tiara resented being placed alongside her servant and four wretched beggars, but if it meant an audience with the prince, then she wouldn't complain.

Blueblood and his friends stared into the eyes of their young visitors. Some were excited, while most were nervous. Blueblood was about to ask the colts and fillies to turn around, when the doors burst open.

Celestia and Luna walked regally into the room. Everypony in the room bowed in reverence upon seeing the two sisters, except for Blueblood.

Even though Celestia and Luna were rarely if ever seen by the public, everypony in Equestria knew their faces. Tapestries and statues throughout the kingdom were adorned with their likenesses. The isolation from their subjects helped fuel their godlike mystique. The children dared not look up, fearing their eyes would melt if they gazed upon their radiant countenances. Celestia wore a scowl on her face as she approached Blueblood.

"Nephew, what hast thou done?" Celestia asked regally, "We came to discuss with thee thy recent deeds and instead find thee with thy friends and a small host of children." Blueblood looked down, ashamed.

"I... I was about to inspect them for the Blue Moon Saturnalia," Blueblood said, reluctantly. Celestia and Luna exchanged glances before looking back at their nephew.

"We are very disappointed in thee, Blueblood..." Luna said, somberly. Blueblood lowered himself even further, before Celestia finished her sister's statement.

"We are disappointed that thou didst not wait for us!" Celestia said, smiling. Blueblood and his friends all raised their heads and beamed while breathing a sigh of relief. The children remained on the ground with their faces covered by their fore-hooves, unsure what exactly was happening.

"Thou knowest that the Blue Moon Saturnalia is our most favorite of celebrations," Luna said, "While thee and thy friends inspect the children, we shall instruct them on our history and our rules. Arise children."

Reluctantly, the children stood and cautiously opened their eyes. The fillies and colts stared at the sisters' hooves before slowly raising their eyes to view the princesses completely.

The royal sisters were many things, but they were not goddesses. Without their assistance, the sun and moon followed their natural course in the heavens. Celestia and Luna viewed their pursuit of pleasure as the body's natural course and they were determined to follow it; no matter the cost.

The sisters' descent into debauchery began more than one thousand years ago. They had trained many libertines during that time; one of their most recent accomplishments being their nephew, Blueblood. Once they had won him over to their cause, he soon eclipsed them by the sheer volume of his depravity. Others amongst the Canterlot elite were soon inducted into their little group.

One reason why the royal sisters didn't force all ponies to live debaucherous lives is because the libertine views were unpopular with a majority of citizens. For the impoverished peasants of Equestria, chastity, morality and fidelity were still cherished concepts. The citizens viewed ethics as one of the few things in life they had any control over. The sisters didn't broadcast their activities because they didn't want to deal with a revolution fueled by moral outrage.

Their nephew on the other hand, was growing out of control and becoming more open with his debaucherous acts. It had gotten to the point where rumors of his salacious cruelty had begun to spread throughout Equestria. The public act of forced fellatio during a heretical burning was the height of his flagrant impropriety. It was as if his desire to satisfy his depraved lusts had displaced reason in his judgments. The only thing stopping a full-blown revolution was the citizenry being too frightened to rise up against their betters, a weakness which Blueblood was only too happy to exploit.

Blueblood commanded the children to stand at attention and face his aunts, which they did. Now that they were facing the other way, their buttocks were exposed before Blueblood and his friends. Their young rears would be the first thing examined. Any defect in this area was grounds for immediate dismissal. Blueblood and his friends went from child to child, handling, sniffing and spreading their bottoms, inspecting them for quality. The children whined in protest at the unwanted touching. As the adults continued to scrutinize the children's sphincter, they were pleased to report that nothing seemed amiss.

"We have to make sure you're healthy," Fleur said, compassionately as she deeply inhaled the scent of Featherweight's odious crack, "Once we're finished, we'll eat together."

To distract the children from the adult noses poking into their rears, Luna spoke with them about the philosophy of their movement.

"We are a very exclusive group of libertines," Luna said to the children, "That means we are truly free; unencumbered by moral restraints, which are unnecessary and undesirable. Ponies are physical beings, so 'tis only natural that the things of most value in life are pleasures derived through physical senses." Luna walked up to the children and said her next words slowly and sensually, as though she were vividly describing her last orgasm.

"Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Mmmm... Touch," Luna said, erotically. She closed her eyes and arched her eyebrows, while biting her lip and letting out a sensual moan. Silver Spoon gave a squeak as Fleur dabbed her tongue against the filly's bunghole. All of the adults disregarded her whimpered pleas for mercy. Celestia smiled as Luna walked back beside her sister and continued her speech.

"Whether ponies admit it or not, pleasure is the only intrinsic good," Luna said, "Our purpose is to maximize our levels of pleasure through decadent living. 'Tis our right and obligation to do everything within our power to achieve the greatest amount of pleasure possible." Her words were met with thunderous applause as Blueblood and his friends stomped their hooves in approval of Luna's words. She smiled and bowed her head.

Once she had concluded her words, Luna stepped to the side, allowing Celestia to step forward. She glowered at the children as she unfurled her wings, causing the fillies and colts to flinch.

By this point, Blueblood and his friends had finished inspecting the children's bottoms and had moved on to their genitalia. Knocking their young hind-hooves further apart allowed the libertines a better view of the children's private parts. None of the children were aroused, but Blueblood knew that would soon change. The adults began fondling the genitals of the fillies and colts.

Filthy Rich rested his nose underneath Truffle Shuffle's tiny ball sack and sniffed at his scent. The stallion felt himself grow hard with anticipation at the thought of claiming the colt's chubby, virgin ass.

"Please don't touch me there. You're making me feel funny," Truffle Shuffle said, as he shook with embarrassment, "I just wanted something to eat..."

The adults poked and prodded at the children with their fore-hooves, causing the fillies and colts to wince and moan with discomfort. Celestia barked for them to be silent. Once the children were standing stock still, the princess of the sun talked with the children about their situation.

"Tonight's feast ye shalt soon partake in is but a sample of what awaits thee within these walls," Celestia said. "Ye are all feeble creatures destined solely for our pleasures." Diamond Tiara panicked as a strange hoof moved across her marehood and she cried out to her stepfather.

"Daddy, I don't want to be here!" the filly cried, "Take me home!" Diamond Tiara looked over at her stepfather, who was standing behind a mortified Featherweight. The stallion had lowered his head and was using his mouth to suck on the colt's dirty balls. Diamond Tiara stared at her stepfather with disgust as Celestia walked over to her. The princess leaned in close and looked at the pink filly, who turned her head back towards Celestia and immediately began quaking in fear.

"I trust that thou hast not deluded thyself into supposing that the same considerations given thee in the outside world would be accorded to thee in this place," Celestia said to Diamond Tiara, "Thou art one thousand times more subjugated in here than thou wouldst be outside as a slave. Don't let thy stepfather's position in our inner circle embolden you. If thou hadst hoped for us to indulge thee with leniency on his account, thou wouldst be most gravely mistaken. No attachment by blood or marriage is sacred in the view of ponies like ourselves. The more cherished a relationship, the more our perversity will be stimulated upon seeing it ruptured."

Most of the children were whimpering. They were too scared to move, being constantly groped and surrounded on all sides by salacious adults. The two sisters, whom the children regarded as the gods of this world, watched the molestation unfold with passive amusement.

"Ye must expect naught but humiliation," Celestia said, addressing the children, "Obedience is the one virtue welcome within these walls. No other one will befit thy present state."

Silver Spoon was used to obeying orders, having already spent years as a lowly servant. She resisted the urge to struggle as the libertines took turns groping her vagina. Silver Spoon only hoped that by acquiescing to their demands, she might be shown mercy and allowed to return home to her mother. Almost as if Celestia read her mind, the princess' next words dashed the filly's hopes.

"Above all, do not think to rely upon thy charms," Celestia said, "We are utterly indifferent to those snares. Bear in mind that we will make use of you all. Don't delude thyselves into imagining that ye will be able to inspire any feeling of pity in us. What sympathy will ye tender to us that we shall not grind beneath our hooves?"

Scootaloo was the only one who had not yet completely succumbed to fear. Even amidst the unwanted poking and prodding of her marehood, she stood defiantly against her molesters. The filly had only an inkling of the horrors that awaited her, but she was determined to weather this storm, as she had weathered the many previous ones in her young life. Celestia saw a fire of resistance in her eyes, and gleefully looked forward to squelching it.

"It is useless to conceal thy fate from you," Celestia said, "Thy services shall be arduous, painful and rigorous, and the slightest infraction shall be handled immediately with strict punishments. Hence, we must recommend ye exercise prompt exactness, submissiveness, and complete self-denial, which will leave thee heeding naught but our desires. Let them be thine only laws. Fly to do their bidding; anticipate them and cause them to come to terms. Not that you have much to gain by doing this. Do it simply because, by not observing it, ye shalt have a great deal more to lose."

Scootaloo had the boldness to stare into Celestia's eyes as she spoke. The other children cowered before the princess and flinched at the fondling of their genitals. Scootaloo remembered the pious nuns who loved and cared for her, as well as the other orphans. She knew that they just needed to endure these afflictions a little longer until their guardians could come to their rescue. This hope was also dashed by the cruel tone of Celestia.

"The sooner you relinquish the notion of rescue, the sooner you can devote all thy thoughts and efforts to thy duties," Celestia said, "Ye are within the inner walls of Canterlot Castle, an impregnable fortress from which there is no escape. Nopony in Equestria can ever hope to find you in here. Ye are beyond the reach of thy friends and family. Insofar as the world is concerned, ye are already dead. Each breath you take from this point on is by our pleasure and for our pleasure only." At the mention of family, Silver Spoon began to sob for her mother, who she imagined even now, was worried sick over her missing daughter.

At this point, all the children's genitals had been thoroughly examined. The fillies and colts would not be using their privates for at least a month, but it was nevertheless important for the libertines to make sure that the children had serviceable equipment when the time came. As the fillies and colts stood there whimpering, Celestia informed the children of exactly who they were dealing with.

"You mayest wonder what kind of ponies ye are now subject to," Celestia said, "My sister gave an excellent summation. Sufficient to say, we are libertines. Ponies known for their profound and recognized cruelty. We have no master but our carnal hungers. No laws but our depravity. No care but for our debauchery. In short, we are immoral, unprincipled profligates and the least among us is guilty of more assaults on what is considered good and decent than ye couldst number."

Pip's lip trembled. He thought back to the worst day of his life; the day when he watched as his parents' lifeless bodies were thrown overboard. The emotions he felt on that day paled in comparison to the sorrow he felt now. Celestia attempted to inspire the children with words of encouragement.

"Show patience, submission, and courage," Celestia said, "Take comfort in the fact that we are not meant to exist forever in this world. The most fortunate fate that can befall a pony is to die young, before experience renders their past pleasures stale."

Featherweight shook with fear. He reflected on the sacrifice of his father, who gave his own life to save his only son from the cave in. Featherweight would have preferred if the rocks had been allowed to crush him had he but known that this was to be his fate.

"In short, shudder, tremble, anticipate and obey," Celestia said, "Do all of this and if ye are very fortunate, perhaps ye will not be completely miserable. See that there be no plotting amongst you. No alliances formed. None of that ridiculous friendship between thee which is wholly unfitting for the simple humiliation to which ye are fated by us. We regard thee not as ponies, but as lesser beasts that one feeds in return for their services, and which one withers with blows when they refuse to be put to use."

With those words Celestia stepped down and Blueblood stood where she had been. He addressed his friends and his aunts, detailing the rules for the One Hundred and Twenty Days of Blueblood.

"The Blue Moon Saturnalia is so named because it takes place under the thirteenth full moon of the year," Blueblood said, "It also marks one hundred and twenty days prior to my natal day. As a build up to that annual celebration in April, tonight will begin the One Hundred and Twenty Days of Blueblood." The children stared at the prince as he explained their new duties to his friends.

"The children shall perform as bidden, catering to my own likings and desires, as well as the likings and desires of my aunts and my friends," Blueblood said, "Intentionally, they shall not receive pleasure, but only give pleasure to us. Their asses shall remain untouched until they become knowledgeable in every form of debauchery; only then will their seals be broken. They ought not think that they can spare their behinds from our wrath by shirking their duties in servicing us. Any lack of progress will be met with immediate and acute punishment."

As the prince continued speaking, servants entered the room, carting in table settings. The children watched as plates and bowls were set on the table. The servants, who dared not look at anypony, had learned to keep their eyes firmly on their work.

"Nopony, whether male or female, shall be allowed to practice any sort of cleanliness, but must reek in their own filth," Blueblood said, "It is also strictly forbidden for a child to relieve themselves anywhere save in a specific room, which has been outfitted and intended for this purpose and all are forbidden to go there without individual and special permission, which shall often be refused." The mentioning of bathrooms made Truffle Shuffle realize that he needed to relieve himself as his intestines churned.

"At the start of each morning, all the children's rooms will be searched," Blueblood said, "If evidence is found that a child has relieved themselves in the night, the delinquent shall be condemned to suffer the penalty of death." The chubby colt's eyes went wide and he crossed his hind legs, determined to hold it in for as long as necessary.

"After breakfast, all youth are to pair off with a libertine and cater to their every carnal desire until a respite occurs in the form of the evening meal," Blueblood said, "At the conclusion of the meal, all shall pass into the salon for the orgies. The salon shall be heated to an unusually high temperature, and illuminated by chandeliers. Everything shall be in disarray and everyone shall be sprawled on the floor and shall change, commingle, entwine, couple incestuously, adulterously and sodomistically." Fleur kissed Fancy Pants on the cheek as he rubbed her thigh anxiously with his fore-hoof.

"Unless otherwise stated, the deflowering of the children shall be at all times banned," Blueblood said, "That being the sole exception, all participants are encouraged to surrender themselves to every excess and debauchery imaginable. When the time for said deflowerings occurs, it shall be at the moment and in the circumstances that those operations are to be performed. Once a child has been fully initiated, they shall be made available for every enjoyment, in all manners and at all times. The orgies shall cease at precisely two in the morning and all shall retire to bed. Such shall be the daily order of procedures."

At the conclusion of these remarks, the servants finished setting the plates and had moved on to placing cups and punch bowls on the table. The children noticed that everything was empty, but were soon distracted from that as Blueblood addressed them again.

"Should any child in some way refuse anything demanded of them, even when incapacitated or when said thing is impossible, they shall be punished with utmost severity," Blueblood said, "It is the child's responsibility to find the ways and means to fulfill any desire, no matter how irrational."

Scootaloo's heart pounded in her chest as she tried in vain to formulate a plan of escape. The looming horror of the degradation that awaited them was preventing her from formulating ideas.

"Any evidence of disrespect or lack of submission by a child during the debaucherous activities, shall be esteemed as one of the gravest of faults and shall be one of the most cruelly punished," Blueblood said, "All are encouraged to employ none but the most lascivious language and remarks indicative of the greatest debauchery. Make frequent use of filthiest, the most harsh, and the most profane of expressions. Anypony who fails to comply with any one of these rules, or who decides to act in accordance with a single glimmer of common sense or moderation and above all to spend a single day without retiring dead drunk to bed, shall be severely chastised." Blueblood's friends let out a united cry of "hear, hear!"

Having finished his address Blueblood stepped back and Princess Luna stepped forward to express her insistence that the children follow these rules.

"The instructions ye hath just heard are very wise and well-designed for thy safety and for our pleasures," Luna said, "Obey them blindly, and expect the worst from us should we be irritated by thy misbehavior." Seeing that all the table settings were in place, Celestia addressed the children.

"Now that ye hath been instructed on how to conduct thyself, we may now commence the Blue Moon Saturnalia feast!" Celestia said, excitedly. She then instructed the children to each take a seat at the crescent-shaped table. They did so reluctantly, as their young minds were still trying in vain to process and make sense of what was happening to them.

Blueblood's friends took their seats at the libertine's table, while Blueblood, Celestia and Luna stood in between the two tables and surveyed all the empty dishes. Celestia walked over to the children's table.

"As new guests, 'tis only right for ye to sample the feast first," Celestia said, "I believe this colt was the most desirous to eat, so he shalt be tended to first." Celestia walked up to Truffle Shuffle and smiled, before turning around quickly. She lifted her tail and exposed her ass to him. The colt stared at Celestia's privates and blushed.

"Dinner is served!" Celestia shouted, as a loud fart spluttered from her ass. The smell of her gas soon permeated throughout the room. The fumes caused the children to wretch and their eyes to water. The adults joyfully inhaled the princess' noxious aroma. Having grown familiar with her stench of her feces, the rancid smell was arousing to the libertines.

A dark brown turd began to crown, before slipping out of Celestia's rectum and landing with a plop onto Truffle Shuffle's plate. All the children stared at Celestia's soft and lumpy shit with disgust. Suddenly, they became distracted from the grotesque display by the sound of sloshing liquid. The children turned their heads and watched as Luna had her back to a formerly-empty punch bowl and was happily filling it with her piss.

"Fret not, little children," Luna said, "We shalt soon quench thy thirst!" When the punch bowl was filled to the brim with her hot urine, Luna levitated each of the children's glasses over and filled them up. The cups were returned, filled with her dark golden liquid.

Scootaloo stared horrified at what she was witnessing. She realized that the adults here were completely mad. Scootaloo knew that she and all the other children were going to die here unless they figured out a plan of escape.

Celestia moved in front of each child in turn, shitting out their dinner. A disgusting blast of flatulence preceded the emergence of each new bowel movement. Celestia's alabaster face grew red as she excreted wet turds onto the various plates. None of the children dared sample their nauseating meal. Once she had provided her waste for all the children, she turned to watch them consume it.

"Eat up," Celestia commanded. The children whimpered, but didn't approach their food. Celestia was losing her temper.

"THOU SHALT EAT MY SHIT!" Celestia shouted angrily, invoking the Royal Canterlot Voice, which caused the windows and light fixtures to rattle.

With extreme reluctance, the children leaned forward and timidly nibbled at the fecal slop. Celestia felt her marehood grow moist as she tried to imagine the revulsion the children were experiencing as they feasted on her piping-hot shit. She was so desensitized by her libertine lifestyle, that she could scarcely remember what utter disgust felt like anymore.

Featherweight sampled Celestia's mushy stool with fear and trembling. He took a small bite into his mouth and started to chew. It had a chunky texture with the consistency of porridge and somehow managed to taste worse than it smelled, which the colt would have assumed was a physical impossibility.

The shit molested the children's tongues in a more thorough and humiliating way than their recent genital molestation.

One bite of the foul manure was enough to make Truffle Shuffle want to vomit, but he feared what would happen to him if he did. Reluctantly, he swallowed, sending the shit down towards his unwilling stomach.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were no longer master and servant, but equals in the eyes of the libertines. The two fillies sobbed as they forced themselves to consume Celestia's royal waste. The shit had stained their lips brown and traces of her scat coated their teeth.

Pip grabbed his cup with no regard for the origin of its contents and drank from it deeply, hoping desperately to wash the taste of shit from his mouth. Luna's hot piss washed over his tongue and he swallowed her acrid urine until his cup was completely drained. The colt shuddered in revulsion as he set his empty cup down and stared fearfully at the rest of his meal.

The libertines sat with empty plates and were fully entertained as they watched the children struggle to finish their fecal feast.

Eager to feed her nephew's friends, Luna walked over to the seated libertines and hiked her tail up. The three ponies stared in reverent awe at the princess of the night's puckered shithole. Over the course of decades of debauchery, all the libertines in Canterlot had developed a taste for scat and were eager to consume Luna's tish.

"We shalt nourish thee with our waste!" Luna said, as she strained to produce a meal for the libertines. She unclenched her anus while standing over Fleur's plate. Fleur couldn't wait to sample her meal and leaned forward, placing her lips around the source. The princess cooed as she felt the mare give her a rimjob.

"We thank thee for thy skilled tongue," Luna said, "Now enjoy the fruits of thy labor!"

Fleur felt a turd press against her tongue as it spread Luna's rectal walls. Pulling her tongue out, Fleur licked around the princess' anal ring as the large log began to slide out. Fleur started licking the shit as it crowned, savoring its rancid taste and breathing in its unholy stench. When a couple inches were poking out of Luna's sphincter, Fleur put her mouth over the turd and bit it off, chewing and swallowing it happily. Luna squeezed out the remainder of the bitten log, allowing it to land on Fleur's plate for her to finish.

The mare leaned forward and kissed Luna's shit-covered asshole. The princess was so startled by this that she let loose with a wet fart that filled Fleur's nostrils and stung her eyes. Fancy Pants and Filthy Rich both chuckled as the mare gagged and gasped for breath.

Moving next to Fancy Pants, Luna groaned as she released an enormous log onto the stallion's plate. The long segment of shit stretched Luna's asshole wide on its way out. The girth and length of her turd would cause any stallion's member to appear inferior by comparison. The shaft of smelly shit shattered Fancy Pants' plate as it landed with a thud on the table.

Fleur and Filthy Rich began to happily consume the royal refuse. Luna's firmly-packed shit sent shivers of perverse pleasure up the spines of the mare and stallion.

While Luna shat out Filthy Rich's dinner, Celestia pissed into a punchbowl to provide the libertines with drinks. Filthy Rich immediately drained his cup when it was returned to him and asked for a refill, which Celestia was only too happy to oblige.

No sooner had Celestia returned Filthy Rich's cup with a refill, when Prince Blueblood placed his mouth over her asshole. Knowing what her nephew desired, she squeezed her liquidy shit into his mouth, which filled his cheeks. The prince kept his mouth closed, allowing the taste and texture to cover his tongue.

Walking over to Luna, Blueblood kissed her open-mouthed. He used his tongue to slide Celestia's shit from his mouth to hers. She gagged slightly as the runny waste flowed into her mouth, while small traces dribbled down her chin.

Once she had managed to take her sister's mushy shit inside her mouth, Luna trotted over to Celestia and kissed her. Celestia's body tingled as her slimy, brown excrement slid past her lips. This waste had traveled in two different mouths before returning to its creator. When her mouth was filled with her own shit, Celestia sloshed it around happily, before swallowing it.

The royal family stood in the middle of the dining room and watched as equally sickening events unfolded around them. The children were all crying as they forced themselves to swallow the last of Celestia's shit. Their faces were all green and several looked as though they were on the verge of vomiting.

The three libertines on the other end of the room were enjoying themselves much more. They were happily devouring Luna's shit and drinking Celestia's piss. Fancy Pants dribbled some of his drink down his front, staining part of his white coat yellow. Fleur had a big, brown ring of shit coating her mouth, which she licked away with her tongue. Filthy Rich, who enjoyed well seasoned food, decided to add his own special sauce to his meal. The stallion lifted himself up on the table with one fore-hoof, while his other fore-hoof stroked his member. The stallion groaned as he came on Luna's shit. He then lifted up the foul-smelling, semen-coated turd and put it in his mouth. Watching a stallion cum on her bodily waste before eating it gave Luna an idea.

"Nephew," Luna said to Blueblood, "Wouldst thou do us the honor of preparing 'Foals on a Boat' for us?" Blueblood smiled and said he would do anything for his aunts.

Blueblood levitated an empty punch bowl and stood above it. He filled a punch bowl with his piss before turning around and shitting into it. One long, brown turd splashed into the bowl, sloshing urine onto the stone floor. His aunts stared at their nephew's shit as it floated on top of a foamy sea of warm stallion piss. Blueblood then sat on his haunches over her bowl and began to stroke his stallionhood. Taking careful aim, Blueblood ejaculated so that his semen landed on top of his floating turd.

"There you have it!" Blueblood said proudly, "Foals on a Boat!"

Luna licked her lips as she used her magic to levitate the cum-drizzled turd out of the bowl. The soaked log dripped urine onto the floor as Luna kept it suspended before her face.

"Wouldst thou deign to join us in sampling our nephew's salty repast?" Luna asked her sister. Celestia replied that she would with an eager grin. The two princesses opened their lips and slid their mouths around one end of the turd until they met in the middle. The sisters kissed as they swirled the shit around on each other’s tongues. Blueblood's cum stuck to the roof of their mouths like peanut butter. The alicorns happily chewed the mixture of their nephew's shit, piss and cum. Finally, they swallowed their mushy meal, before they resumed kissing.

Having miraculously finished their meals without vomiting, the children sat in their seats, panting and shaking from revulsion. Celestia broke her kiss with her sister and walked over to Scootaloo. The orange pegasus stared straight ahead, unable to focus on anything. The filly had mentally-withdrawn from what she was eating and simply forced herself to finish her fecal food in a desperate attempt to save her sanity. Her lower lip quivered and her whole body convulsed as it struggled to keep her meal down. Celestia leaned in close and used her tongue to lick a stray piece of her shit that clung stubbornly to Scootaloo's cheek. The filly scarcely acknowledged the Princess' presence, as she was too traumatized to react to anything at the moment.

Fleur licked her plate clean of any shit that remained. Fancy Pants was only able to finish half of the titanic tish produced by Luna. Wanting to find a use for it, the stallion levitated the remaining shit with his magic and shoved it down until is covered the first half of his member. Fancy Pants sat on his haunches as he screwed Luna's shit. The fudge-like texture of her waste felt glorious as it massaged his dick. Fancy Pants moaned loudly as he came inside the turd. When he pulled out, the stallion left a deep hole in the center of Luna's log.

Even though he was already quite full from finishing his own meal, Filthy Rich couldn't pass up an opportunity to sample some cum-filled crap. He asked Fancy Pants if he was planning to finish his food. The gentlecolt graciously offered the rest of his meal to his friend. Filthy Rich took the turd greedily into his mouth and sucked out Fancy Pants' semen along with any errant clumps of loose shit that became caught in the flow.

Once Filthy Rich had swallowed all of Fancy Pants' discharge, the businesscolt ate the remainder of Luna's log in three large bites.

When everypony had cleaned their plates, Blueblood commanded the children to stand. They did so wearily and slowly shuffled their feet to stand in line. None of them dared to speak or make any kind of noise, lest opening their mouths serve as a tempting exit for their recent meal.

In spite of not talking, the children made a small symphony of guttural sounds. Their stomachs churned and rumbled in protest upon receiving such a worthless and potentially harmful meal. They resisted their natural urge to vomit up the shit they had consumed and instead teetered miserably where they stood.

Blueblood was simultaneously impressed and disappointed that the children had managed to keep Celestia's shit down. One of the most enjoyable aspects from previous years was watching the children finish their meal, only to vomit it back up. When that happened, a second child would be commanded to lick all of the first child's vomit off of the floor. This often resulted in the second child puking, perpetuating the cycle until everypony's vomit was swallowed by somepony else.

Fancy Pants, Filthy Rich and Fleur led the children out of the dining room and into their new living quarters in the recently cleaned dungeons below the castle. Prince Blueblood stood beaming beside his aunts as he watched the children leave. He knew that tomorrow the real fun would commence.

"So it begins," Blueblood said joyfully, "The start of another One Hundred and Twenty Days of Blueblood!"