Princess Celestia's Living Toilet (Scat)

Chapters

1) An Unconventional Sentence - (1/10)
2) The Smell of Her Hindquarters - (6/10
3) Sniffing Her Farts - (6/10)
5) Tastes Fishy - (6/10)
6) Eating Her Shit - (9/10)
7) Putrid - (10/10)
9) Could Use Some Fiber - (10/10)
10) Sisterly Fun - (7/10)
11) Torture Yourself - (8/10)
12) Punishment Time - (6/10)
13) Unbearable - (9/10)
14) The Brown Reaper - (11/10)
15) After a Coma - (7/10)
16) The Guesture of a Moon Goddess - (2/10)
17) Bliss is Fickle for a Stink Sniffer - (6/10)
4) Drinking Her Urine - (5/10)
8) Beneath Her - (5/10)

1) An Unconventional Sentence - (1/10)

Your entire body is hurting. The chains that bind you to the wall behind you are incredibly tight, and the dungeon you are placed in, is dank and cold. You barely notice, however, as your fear of what to come is overshadowing any feeling of physical discomfort.

You are currently awaiting trial for your crimes against Equestria. You're shivering in cold sweat, you've got a fever, and your spine feels like mush.

You hear the iron door at the end of the corridor creek open, and your heart starts to gallop like you were about to die. Maybe you were, who knew.

You hear hoofsteps approaching your cell. If they had given you anything to drink while in here, you would have pissed yourself in fear.

Two female guards appear at the base frame of your cell. One is a unicorn. She is levitating a lantern, which dim light makes you shun away from what seems to you like the high noon sun.

The gate to your cell opens, and the mares walk in, looking at you with almost disgust in their eyes. You've been whipped, denied food and water, and you appear as pale and skinny as a corpse. They release you from your chains.

"Prisoner 5G87." The unicorn guard proclaims, in a professional and monotone voice, looking you strictly in your broken eyes, whilst hovering the unbearable light in front of your face.

"Your trial starts in ten minutes. If you are unable to walk on your own, we'll drag you to the judgment hall."

They await your answer, but all you give them is a pathetic whimper and slow running tears, depleting your already dry body of water even further.

The guards roll their eyes at you, before they pick you up, and start dragging your beaten body away. Your quiet whimper echoes through the halls of the dungeon, as you approach your judgment.

A few minutes later you find yourself, shivering like never before, tied up in a chair even more firmly than you were in the dungeon. You are gagged as well, preventing you from protesting during the sentencing. There is no one else in the large room, and the curtains are closed, making it quite dark.

After a while of sitting all alone, a door opens, and a large figure wanders in. The curtains are drawn all at once, bathing you in light once more, you whimper, and squinch your eyes, but as you finally get used to it, you find yourself looking directly into the sadistic eyes of Princess Celestia herself.

You gulp. She's at least six times larger than the average pony. Eight times larger than you. Her evil smirk right in front of your face is reassuring you that if you die today, it's going to be by torture.

"So, my little pony. I hear you've been spreading propaganda about my regime."

She starts to circle around your chair as she speaks.

"If I understand your case correctly, you were caught writing on a wall that democracy will reign."

Her thick voluptuous body appears in your eyesight once more, circling around you like a shark. Then she stops, the side of her large, round plot right in front of your face. Your heart is pounding.

"Usually, questioning my rule is punishable by death, in whatever way I see fit."

You close your eyes. You've already suffered so much, but it was about to get far, far worse.

"But I have different plans for you, my dear little traitor."

She backs up and looks you in the eyes with a much more serious look than before.

"I usually keep a slave around. A slave that I can defile with my godly body... Unfortunately, my previous slave just died, so there is a job opening."

You don't know what to think. You don't know what she means and your head is spinning.

"Therefore, Prisoner 5G87. I hereby sentence you..." Her smile reappears, cruel and sadistic as ever.

"...To be my toilet slave, for the rest of your life."

Your heart stops pounding. You suddenly feel cold. Freezing even. Toilet... Slave. Was she going to make you... Make you... Eat her shit!

2) The Smell of Her Hindquarters - (6/10

You cry, you struggle in your bindings, and you whimper. Celestia just giggles in response.

There is a flash of light and you are teleported to a large luxurious suite. Probably her bedroom. Your bindings have been removed, and in front of you is something you never thought you'd encounter in your life again, water.

You slurp down the water with an unmatchable passion, momentarily forgetting your trouble. It's not even close to enough to cleanse your thirst, but it's blissful. Then she appears. Celestia stands in front of you, overshadowing your tiny body, making you instinctively curl into a ball. Her cruel smirk is tearing you apart.

"I should probably tell you, my little traitor, that I do not wash my ass and marecunt, to keep them as disgusting for my slaves as possible." Her evil smile seems almost kind now, like she's about to ease you into your new position.

"The smells may be overwhelming in the beginning, so in order to not make you die from shock, I've decided that on your first day here, you are not going to be my toilet, or... At least I won't make you eat poop. You are just going to be my sniffing slave."

You don't answer. You don't even feel relieved, you just lie there and whimper.

"Get up." Celestia commands.

You slowly rise your meek body to its hooves.

She turns around, presenting to you her ass. As she lifts up her tail revealing to you her pink-brown anus and pussy, even though you are half a meter away, the overpowering stench of her grimy hindquarters attack your senses violently. How that was possible is beyond you, and in your weakened state, you would've surely fallen back over from the foulness alone, had the Princess not picked you up with her magic. She levitated you towards her. As you get closer to the source of the disgusting mixture of stinkiness, it's foulness intensifies. You try to breathe through your mouth, only to cough out the revolting air immediately, as it defiled your tastebuds. Celestia giggles mildly. You hold your breath, and a moment later your face is resting with your snout right in between her two vile holes, smothered by her large sweaty ass cheeks. Your eyes are watering from the mere presence of her rump.

Celestia giggles again.

"My pussy hasn't been cleaned in over 500 years." She proudly proclaims, whilst wiggling her rump lightly in your face.

"As for my anus..." She licks her lips in an almost seductive manner.

"I haven't as much as wiped in 10.000 years."

She leans forward, separating her tight ass cheeks apart, and lowering your snout down to her slimy cunt.

"And now my, sniffing slave, you better start sniffing."

You do as you're told, and inhale. The musky, mucky, vile stench of 500 years of pussy-slime, fill your tortured lungs. You wish you were dead. It's sweet and bitter, rotten and fishy, revolting and piss-scented, all at the same time. You feel the princess insert your snout in between the tight walls of her hellish cunt. The slimy marejuices smear across your face. You sniff again inside her tunnel, and you're fed a much more rotten fishiness emitting like gas from inside of her. It's unbearable. She holds you tight, forcing you to smell it once more. Then she pulls you out, your face smeared with her foulness.

She lifts you upwards, towards her disgusting butthole. You stare into the repulsing exit of her rump, her very fur around it is stained a distinguished brown color, that even climbs up the dock of her tail. The hole itself was pinker than it was brown, (though shit was without a doubt present.) It was, like her pussy beneath it, bathed in a thick layer of filthiness, culminating the sweat, musk, shit, and farts of 10.000 years into a horrifically stinky asshole.

Reluctantly, you start sniffing.

As you take your first sniff of her grimy pucker, you lose control of your stomach. Her pussy was one thing, but her anus was on a whole other level of smelly. Luckily, since you've been starved there is nothing to throw up, but the pathetic sounds you make, makes the princess chuckle and rub her greasy asshole even tighter against your nose.

It smells like ass. There is no other way to describe it. It is clearly the stench of a very dirty anus, only a 1000 times more potent, and accompanied by the combined stench of every type of feces imaginable, and a mild but everpresent dose of every kind of disgusting fart to go along. The revolting stench mixture makes you wish she would stuff you back into her rotten, fishy cunt instead. At least in there, you only wish you were dead, instead of feeling like dying.

The princess notices your reluctantly.

"You better start sniffing my plot like you mean it, or I'm going to revoke your get out of toilet duty free card."

Against your own will, you manage to take another breath. Your stomach turns again. The princess doesn't move you. You are forced to take a third, fourth and even a fifth breath, before the princess finally moves you down to her cunt once more, and stuffs your stained snout directly back into her fish-corpse cave.

She goes back and forth between the two stink sources for a while, making you truly endure her repulsive malodours, before she throws you away.

You hit the ground, tumble around, and you stay there. Your entire face is smeared with her disgusting, slimy filth.

"That's enough for now." Celestia proclaims, while walking away from you, approaching her bed.

3) Sniffing Her Farts - (6/10)

She sits down on her bedside, and her blanket magically wraps around her curvy ass and thick thighs. A flurry of paperwork appears in front of her with a spark of light.

Meanwhile, you still lay absolutely still on the ground, her filth slowly drying out in your face. You keep your mouth shut tight, as your lips are covered in her cunt slime from whenever she shoved your muzzle inside it, and you do not intend to get any into your mouth. Every breath you take is still tainted by the horrible filth smeared on your nostrils.

The princess is now lying on her side, levitating the quill and paperwork in front of her.

After a couple of minutes, you hear her groan. You feel yourself being levitated again. Your mind is filled with fear. She is moving you towards her laundry basket. The lid goes off and a pair of her dirty underwear flyes out of it. The snatch area is as slimy as a snail track, and the butt area as brown as a chocolate bar. You whimper and kick around your air-bound hooves, as you feel your mouth being pried open.

You gag as the filthy panties slide into your mouth, the shit-stained part being dragged right across your defenseless tongue, followed directly by the slimy pussy-puke. The taste of shit and dirty cunt-sauce overpower you completely.
You start to cry again. Suddenly feel yourself move towards the bed. A ball gag enters your mouth, keeping her disgusting panties in place, and ensuring you can only breath with your nose. You feel your front hooves being forced behind your back, and cuffed. Your heart beats like never before.

The princess chuckles again. "I have to fart." Her words make you struggle even harder.

You are put down behind her blanket-covered ass. She lifts her hind leg, creating an entrance between the blanket and the mattress. The familiar smell of her butt oozes out the tiny opening, making you cough against her panties. Slowly your face is being pushed towards the ass cave opening.

"Get ready to smell my farts." She says with a giggle, as your face enters the blanket and your snout is placed half a centimeter away from her oozing asshole. It twitches. You brace yourself. She farts. Her ass gas starts to fill the chamber. It's rotten, primal smell momentarily overpowers the smell of her anus, before their foulness blends together. More repulsive ass gas pumps out of her plothole. The humidity rises. She pushes you closer to her butthole right as another unbearable, putrid fart is pushed out. You wiggle all you can and whine loudly. She farts again.

After about a minute of this torture, you feel your nose leave her anus. You are placed on your back. You feel the princess shift her weight around, making sure not to lift the blanket and accidentally let some of her ass gas escape. You feel her ass loom over your face. She sits down on you, and your head is completely swallowed up by her thick cheeks. Your snout meets her asshole, and her weight pushes your face down into the mattress, making a canyon in the fabric. Her anus is resting heavily on your nose, as she facesits you. Luckily, she's large enough that her ass cheeks can sit on the mattress, even with your head under her rump, so your skull isn't crushed completely. It's warm, moist, tight, heavy, and of course very, very stinky.

You feel her anus expand against your snout. More disgusting farts pump out, en masse. Your entire face is showered in her rotten ass gas. She starts to bounce lightly on your face. Every time her ass pushes down on you, she farts. Fart. Fart. Fart. Fart. Fart. Fart. Fart. Fart. The torture is unending.

Her gas is killing you, and you feel yourself drift into unconsciousness under her heavy rump. This is your life now

5) Tastes Fishy - (6/10)

Half an hour passes and you are still bound with the funnel in your mouth. You are thirsty again due to the saltiness of her piss, and more than anything you are hungry. You were starting to wonder when she intended to feed you.

You could hear her watching a movie over at the bed. Suddenly she rises and walks towards you. Was she going to pee again? You prepare for more torture, but surprisingly, she wanders straight passed you. She gets something from a drawer. On her way back, you decide to try and get her attention.

You mumble loudly into your funnel, while trying to make eye contact. She looks at you in an annoyed manner. You feel the funnel leave your salty mouth.

"What is it?"

"Can I... huff*. please.... Have something... Pant*.... Eat..."

You would have asked for water as well, but it struck you as a bad idea to ask for both.

She looks at you in an almost insulted way. Your bindings suddenly disappear, and she picks you up with her magic in a rather violent manner. She swings your body around her's. You find yourself face to face with her anus once more. The stench is still unbelievable.

You start to panic as your mouth is forced open, and placed point blank against her plothole.

"Eat a fart."

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrth.

She sprays your mouth with her loud braying gas eruption, insulting your senses further. You start to cry. She farts again. Your mouth is getting wet from her gas.

Then she throws you over towards her bed, where you hit the ground and fall, hitting your head in the process.

She approaches.

"Don't speak to me, without addressing me properly, ever again! Got that?" Her shouting makes you shiver.

She walks past you, and sits on her bed.

"Sit up." She commands. You do as you're told. The side of your face is bleeding mildly. You look into her eyes in fear. She's sitting with her legs crossed. Her insulted expression is slowly turning devious. You hear the movie start playing behind you.

"So you want something to eat, huh?"

Slowly, she spreads her legs, exposing her marehood. Musk, Urine, Salt, Sweetness, Foulness, Bitterness, Fishiness, Rot. The familiar smells hit you hard. You look into her eyes in fear, tears flowing down your face.

"Your Majesty. Sob*. Please... Don't make me do this. Sob*"

you're shaking.

Her attention is on the screen. You feel her hoof on the back of your head, pushing you towards her genitals. You cry. Your mouth and nose meet their destination.

"Lick it."

Reluctantly and with your mouth closed, you press your tongue passed your lips. The very tip of it touches her marehood, and you immediately wanna throw up. You retrieve it, crying more pathetically than ever. She pauses her movie and looks down at you, her hoof still on the back of your head. She looks annoyed. It was probably hard to hear her movie over your crying, and you hadn't even properly licked her yet.

She squinches her eyes, and you whimper silently, bathing in her pussy stench.

"Shut up, and eat my cunt!"

She presses you tighter against her snatch.

You open your mouth. Her fat cunt meet pushes into your mouth as you do. Reluctantly, you drag your tongue across the outside of her stinky snatch. All the disgusting smells her oozing labia emits, assault your tongue as tastes. It tastes like her rancid urine, it tastes like old disgusting marejuices, it tastes like decay, and it tastes like rotten fish. Her slimy filth flows into your mouth as you eat her out. You work your tongue up and down, back and forth, every single lick assaulting you further.

She loosens her grip. You take her cunt out of your mouth, but continue to lick at her.

"Get your tongue inside of me."

You hesitate. You've smelled it in there. She presses on your head again, harder this time. Her pussy is forced into your mouth once more.

Slowly, you push your tongue in between the walls of her cunt. You hear her pant. She's euphoric. The inside of her nether regions tastes much stronger than on the outside. Stronger urine. Stronger filthy, disgusting cunt slime. Much, much stronger rotten fish. You gag as you move your tongue around inside her.

"M- Pant* Make me cum!!"

She's holding you even tighter. You search around for her clitoris, but you can't seem to reach it. You wiggle your tongue around in there, as frantically as you can, her filth spilling out into your tortured mouth. She moans. You eat her out like your life depended on it. (It probably did). Every breath you take is torture for your lungs.
Her moaning grows louder. Her pussy twitches and a moment later, your already filthy mouth is being sprayed by her gooey juices.

She pants, still holding you tight.

"Huff* Puff* Swallow."

You start gulping down the contents of your mouth, shivering with disgust while it slides down. You are still hungry, but you don't have a sliver of appetite.

She lies down on her back, cunt still firmly planted in your mouth. Then, she slowly lifts her legs up in the air, plugging her marehood out, and dragging it across your face. Her stinky anus gets closer to your face and you feel the air quality change for the worse.

Her tail wraps around your neck. Magic forces your jaws open. You squeal as her anus enters your mouth. She giggles. A powerful, foul-tasting fart escapes her ass, filling your mouth with the taste of her intestines. You gag. She farts again. It's too much to bear. You scream into her ass. She laughs.

Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Her anus delivers the final stinky, vile, disgusting fart to knock you out cold.

6) Eating Her Shit - (9/10)

You awaken, more hungry and thirsty than ever, tied up the same way you were when she peed in your mouth. Only this time, there is no funnel. Instead, there is a round leather seat right on top of you, and there is something else in your mouth. Four unsharpened hooks are placed in each corner of your mouth, their tension keeping it open wide. Your mouth is completely dry from yesterday's fart feeding.

"Good morning, toilet slave."

Her words cut into your very soul. You begin to panic, but you can't move even an inch. You knew this would happen, but not so soon.

You can smell her ass before you see it. She sits down atop the leather seat. Her anus is less than five centimeters away from your open mouth.

"Do you know what's about to happen?"

She rubs it in. She wants you to really contemplate what's about to happen to you.

She lowers her voice.

"I'm about to defecate."

Her anus twitches, making your heart skip a beat.

"If you think yesterday was disgusting..." A smile you can't see manifests on her lips. "...You're only just about to find out what that word really means."

You gulp, tears filling your eyes. A meek whimper leaves your throat. You are nowhere near ready for this.

"And now... Without further ado, here's my morning shit."

She leans back, letting her asshole relax.

An incredible stinky fart pumps out her backside, making your eyes water further. Its taste and smell are both tainted with feces.

A moment later you see her anus open wide, and the dark-brown tip of a giant log of shit starts poking out of her.

You whine and struggle violently in your bindings, much to Celestia's amusement.

Her anus spreads even wider as her massive bowel content slowly slides out of her.

Her log is steaming, oozing its strong fecal stench all over your face. You close your eyes as her shit enters your mouth. Its steaminess makes you taste it before it even touches your tongue, but as it does slide across your tongue, smearing its warm filthy essence across your tastebuds you gag violently. It tastes primal. It's bitter and incredibly tangy. It tastes like pure shit.

Her huge log makes it's way to the back of your throat. The humidity it amits is vile.

Her sphincter is pulsating, slowly grinding away at her excrement. She pinches and the massive thing slides into your tortured mouth even further.

You feel the tension in the mouth-hooks loosen, allowing you to eat it.

"Be quick about it. There's more."

You can't bring yourself to eat her scat, and you just whimper and cry instead.

Celestia takes notice of your reluctance.

"If you don't eat my ass cake, right now, I'm going to make the two mareguards that brought you to court shit in a bowl and feed it to you as extra torture on a daily basis for the next month."

It takes all the willpower you have to bite down on that vile steaming log of excrement, and as you do the repulsive, tangy flavor intensifies and fills your mouth. You chew the disgusting mess. It's hard consistency, makes it difficult to break down, but soon enough, it's just a brown, foul-tasting mush, that you can gulp down in small doses. The first many lumps of mushy shit you swallow comes right back up again, but as your body starts to realize there is no way out of this, you manage to slowly but steadily swallow her feces, your entire body cringing with every gulp of shit you manage to get down.

You are barely done with her first turd, gasping for air, as you see her anus open wide once more.

An equally big log slides out of her anus, filling your mouth with more steaming shit. She pinches it off, right as you start to feel her scat touch the back of your throat. It's equally as repulsive as her previous turd.

Crying out loudly, you start chewing, trying to recreate the soft texture that would allow you to swallow. As her shit once again becomes mushy, you gulp it down. Celestia giggles.

You finish swallowing it, and you hyperventilate. Every breath you take tastes like shit.

You watch in absolute horror as the giggling princess' anus expands one more and even more shit pokes its way out of her.

A third steaming turd tortures your mouth. It plops out of her ass with a thick fart indicating that this is her last log for now. She sighs in relief. You start eating. You know the drill by now. Chew. Chew. Chew. Chew. Make it soft. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Force it down.

You finish your vile breakfast. The princess farts into your open mouth once more.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH.

A giant, strong tasting, stinky fart, oozing of rot. It lasts for five whole unbearable seconds, drowning you in it's thick, repulsive essence.

Then she moves her ass back a bit her shit-stained anus now hanging over your poor nose, and her cunt over your mouth.

A forceful stream of her rancid piss sprays down your throat, and you drink it obediently. Despite its strong taste, it's nothing after her scat. The stench beneath her is out of control. The smell of her anus, and newly disposed shit, the stench of her unbearable fart, her rancid urine, and her grimy marehood, are all attacking your senses. Strongest are the Anal, fecal and fart smell of course, as she's resting her asshole on your nose.

Her piss stream comes to an end, and she rises, leaving you in your bindings. You are not hungry, nor thirsty anymore.

7) Putrid - (10/10)

The hours pass by. The taste of shit and piss still linger in your mouth. Suddenly, the princess' large rump fills your field of vision.

Was she back to shit again? The mouth hooks tense up, and forces you to gape wider. You try to mentally prepare yourself, but there is nothing that can prepare you from what's about to happen.

Her disgusting plothole expands and a much lighter brown than before emerges from it. It looks to be an equally gigantic dump as her last, but it's lighter in color and its texture seems softer and slimier. And it stinks. Not that her last dump didn't, but this is much, much worse. You would have thrown up the shit in your stomach from the sheer stench alone, had the princess not magically prevented your body from doing so.

Its smell is vile and naturally fecal, but more than anything, it's putrid. It's the stench of truly putrid feces.

You groan and whimper, much to her amusement.

She poops, sighing in relief as she lets the slimy shit slide out of her filthy anus and into your awaiting mouth. It tastes putrid. It's like her very shit has started to decompose. You gag violently. Being fed scat this repulsive is by far the most disgusting thing she's done to you yet. Its soft, slimy outer leaves skid marks on every part of your mouth it touched as it glides in. Your tongue is stained completely brown by the filthy log.

She pinches. Your mouth-hooks loosen.

"Eat up."

You are paralyzed by her disgusting waste product. You can't move a muscle, let alone eat it.

"Eat it or Luna gets permission to use you for a week."

You barely register her threat. Your ears, eyes, and mind are failing you. The only thing you register is the putridness of her poop. Its foul taste and smell.

"Congratulations! You just earned yourself twice as much shit, twice as much piss, and twice as many farts for a week! Hope you like liquid food, toilet, because my sister isn't exactly known for her fiber intake!"

The anger in her voice awakens you.

You snap out of it. The feces in your mouth is killing you. There was only one way to get rid of the putrid taste. You start chewing. Due to it being softer, it's faster to get to a "gulpable" substance than her last dump, but its repulsiveness makes it way more difficult. You taste every inch of it as it mushes around in your mouth, mixing with your saliva, staining your teeth brown.

You huff and sniff the putrid air through your nose, readying yourself. You swallow. The first gulp of her disgusting slimy shit slides down your throat. It's the worst torture she's put you through yet. Your entire body shivers and cringes as her scat enters your stomach. You swallow again, and again, moving her feces through you as best you can. It feels like it takes forever, but eventually, only her putrid shit stains remain in your mouth, and you let your tortured body go limp.

You feel the hooks tighten in your mouth, keeping it from closing, your eyes shut wide open. She couldn't be serious. The putrid smell is suddenly reinforced by her expanding rectum. More brown dough, equally as vile as your last mouthful slides out, you scream, but your scream is soon muffled by her shit down your throat. Putrid, putrid, putrid shit. You cry as you eat your second filling.

Then she rises, leaving you to soak in the foul smell and aftertaste. You pass out.

9) Could Use Some Fiber - (10/10)

She's somewhat small, (compared to her sister, that is). She's still quite the curvy mare, but her backside could probably only swallow up your muzzle between her cheeks, and not your entire freaking head, down to the ears.

She looks rather disinterested, but she's looking back at you.

You had been almost unconscious when the princess bestowed upon you the punishment, but the words were starting to chime in the back of your mind.

She had made you Luna's slave as well, for a week. That had been your punishment for disobeying her, during her putrid dump.

You start to whine quietly, looking at Luna with fear in your eyes. This seems to amuse her, as her cold facial expression turns to a subtle, but sadistic smile.

"My sister tells me you are in need of punishment. I am here to help with that. Now, I am by no means as cruel as her, but since granted the opportunity to defile somepony, who has no say in the matter, and since she requested my help specifically, how could a possibly decline."

Celestia let's out a rather adorable chuckle upon hearing her sisters speech. You just sit and whimper. The thought of having done to you twice the torture for a week makes you cry. The only thing that calms you somewhat, is the fact that Luna's size would mean she probably wouldn't dispel quite as much waste, and that she probably wasn't insane enough to not wash her ass in 10.000 years.

Luna nods her head towards the toilet table behind you.

"Strap yourself in."

Reluctantly and whimpering, you walk over the torture device, and lay down with your face right under the leather seat. You fumble to get a hold of the mouth-hooks, but stops when you hear Luna reassuring you that they won't be needed. You try to restrain yourself further, but can't get it to work properly.

"I'm sorry your majesty, I don't know how the bindings work."

You close your eyes, hoping she won't yell at you. She doesn't. The restraining mechanism is strapped on with magic. Your hooves, body, and head are all held tightly in place.

You try to prepare yourself for your third scat filling of the day, but to your surprise, Luna levitates the leather seat away and the piss funnel enters your mouth, it's tip still tasting vaguely like urine.

You are as relieved as you expect Luna is about to be. You are much more prepared for piss than scat. But something seems wrong. As Luna's backside looms over your face, she seems to misplace herself. She isn't holding her vagina properly above the funnel. If she were to pee now, she would miss your mouth completely, and piss all over your chest. You let out a muffled sound as a warning of her misplacement before you are hit by an unsettling thought.

Her anus, which is placed exactly where her marehood should be if she were to piss, let's out a moist splattering fart, leaving a scattered pattern of tiny brown dots all over the funnel. Fuck your life.

A moment later a torrent of vile diarrhea sprays out of the exit in her rump, spilling effortlessly down the drain and into your mouth. You sputter and choke in the disgusting mess. It's the texture of a half done smoothie, and it's taste... Bitter, sour, salty and fecal, with a hint of rotten chicken, and it smells, weirdly, a bit like seafood gone bad.

Celestia is laughing her ass off, watching you being filled with her sisters ass-fudge.

You see the funnel start to fill up. You start drinking. Your stomach turns with every gulp you take. She keeps shitting. Her anus is relentless. You gulp it down as quickly as your tortured mouth can manage. Her anus splutters, scatting out a flurry of chunky shit nuggets, making it more difficult to drink. A thin snakelike log quickly coils out of her rectum amidst her warm, butt-chocolate sauce. You are forced to poke it against the back of your mouth using your tongue, as a slow alternative to chewing, since you can't use your teeth with the funnel in your mouth. You have to do this while still gulping down her foul, liquid shit. You close your eyes. Shortly after her onslaught seizes.

You swallow the remaining contents in your mouth. Finally, the torture ends. That was a lot of diarrhea all at once, yuck.

You open your eyes. You are shocked by what you see. Fuck.

A lump of semi-solid feces has clogged the drain, and above you Luna's muddy fountain still flows vigorously, filling the funnel to the point of overflowing. How Luna could still have that much scat was beyond you. Little did you know that Luna caught wind of Celestia's new slave replacement, and had held herself for a day and a half, hoping she would get to use you.

The fear of Celestia's wrath if the funnel overflows is what pushes you to do what you do next.

You start sucking on the funnel like a straw with all your might. Her log slowly moves downwards. You stop, exhale through your nose. You can see the poop about to overflow. You suck again, and with a plop, the shit-piece falls into your mouth followed by a powerful turrent of her liquid excrement, flowing into your mouth like a waterfall. Like a beer bong, you let your throat open, and the disgusting liquid runs straight down. She stops pooping. You are left with a piece of scat in your mouth that you can't dispose of, as it's too hard to mush with your tongue.

Luna walks away. You let your body go limp, and with her scat still in mouth, you fall asleep.

10) Sisterly Fun - (7/10)

When you wake up, you are tied up and gagged with a pair of Celestia's gross underwear. Luna's shit has been dissolved by your saliva, and it fills the surface of your entire mouth with it's brown, filthy essence. The combined taste of Celestia's backside and Luna's shit, is probably as disgusting as drinking diarrhea directly out of a dark mares asshole. You should know. But the limited amount of it, makes it somewhat bearable.

You hear hoofsteps approaching. More torture awaits you. Two giggling horse-goddesses appear on each side of you. You don't even struggle, you just try to mentally prepare yourself for what you can only imagine is going to be extremely stinky. You weren't wrong.

They lay their divine asses down in front of your face, moving their tails out of the way so that their anuses are exposed. You wrinkle your nose, mostly due to the everpresent stench of Celestia's butthole, being smellable at quite a distance. Looking at their posteriors right next to each other, you determine that your owner's backside is about 25% larger than her sister's. Luna's anus seems to be slightly bigger though.

You see the blanket levitate and land over your face, trapping you and the two dirty, pony-asses in an air-tight chamber together.

Farts... You know what is coming. It makes you gulp, and then gag as luna's disgusting shit, (that sill fills your mouth,) slides down your throat.

You feel your body being dragged closer to their large backsides, the ass-stench increasing as your nose gets closer to their assholes.

One dreadful moment later, you find each of your two nostrils pressed tightly against each anus of the pony princesses. You have two buttholes pressed against your snout, and you're left with no choice but to smell both of them directly.

Celestia's unkept rectum is naturally the stinkiest, but combining it with the still quite pungent smell of Luna's, somehow makes the experience worse, possible because having an anus pressed against each nostril makes for the most potent ass sniffing possible. It doesn't leave that tiny air pocket regular ass-sniffing tends to do, so every breath you take, is the purest butt-smell you've sniffed up yet.

You find yourself almost wishing they would just get to the farting already, just to change the stench up for a while. Emphasis on almost.

Suddenly, they both start giggling.

They both push their anuses harder against your nose, preventing you from breathing. You get ready for the farts.

When Celestia's anus finally expands, and the stinky ass-air leaks out of her, you find out exactly what this position means for fart sniffing.

Her anus and your nostril is locked together as tightly as it possibly could be, and so her entire fart leaks directly into your lungs with not a single molecule of it going to waste. You may be unable to breathe air due to the two assholes, but those same two assholes sure can give you something else to breathe.

Celstia's gas reeks to the heavens of rotten eggs. It smells unhealthy, and it stinks way more than any ordinary fart should, probably didn't help that it wasn't being filtered in the slightest. What you were smelling, was a fart in it's purest form.

Soon after Luna's butthole joins in, with a potent but classic cloud of gas. Its smell was tangy, strong and slightly like boiled broccoli. It wasn't quite as overwhelming as her sister's, but it was still really, really stinky.

Together, they fill your lungs with their anus-air.

As your body fills to the point that there is no more room for their gas inside of you, they relax their rumps and let you exhale. You can still smell it on the way out. As soon as you finish emptying yourself of farts, they push their butts back into your face, and farts again.

This continues for a while. No oxygen, only methane gas. Celestia is clearly using magic to keep you conscious, because going this long without air, would have made anypony pass out long ago. Maybe even died...

You are fearing for your life. Your heart-beat has already started to slow. The Princess' are having too much fun torturing you to notice you are dying on them. But in your fear, you find relief. If you die now, it'll all be over. You will never be mistreated like this again. You relax. Relax the best you can while being filled over and over by the stinkiest farts imaginable. Moments later, your hopes are shattered, when the princesses move their asses away from you, and the blanket is lifted. Celestia, erases the spell keeping you conscious, and you immediately pass out, you're barely alive, but alive nonetheless.

11) Torture Yourself - (8/10)

When you wake up the very next morning, still reeking of farts, Celestia is nowhere to be found. It's the first time since you became her toilet slave she hasn't been around. (Maybe she went to the bathroom...)

There is a note left beside you. You decide you better read it.

Note:

Toilet Slave, I have some important things to attend to today. Will be home again later this evening. -

Reading that, you shed a tear. A tear of something close to joy. Your tormentor, was away today... It was almost too good to be true... It kinda was...

- In my absence, and inability to torture you, I have left a series of disgusting tasks for you as replacement. First of all, you'll do my laundry today. Take every pair of panties from my laundry basket, lick the skid marks and mare-slime of them, fold them, and put them in my drawer, and be thorough. Secondly, lick the piss-funnel clean. It's full of my sisters dried-up shit-shower. Thirdly, eat and drink the waste I've dispelled this morning, there should be plenty.

Any inability to comply with my demands will result in strict punishment upon my return, so for your own sake, make sure to be finished with all of it by midnight.

Your Goddess, Mistress, Queen, Princess, and Torturer - Celestia

PS. Princess Luna is also busy, but she might send a servant with a bowl of her diarrhea for you later. Not sure though.

You are still in tears, much less joyful tears than before. Even still, the thought of a day without the Princess is soothing.

You walk over to the laundry basket and take off the lid. A funky stench oozes out of it. The stench of fabric that has been rubbed against the plot of the filthiest horse in Equestria and left here for weeks afterwards. It makes you gag mildly. There were only panties in there, many, many pairs of underwear. You would've guessed around 25. You put the lid back on. That could wait.

Across the room in a large glass bowl, filled with a recognizable brown substance.

The stench of freshly laid shit hangs in the air around it. Her turds are gigantic. They are thick and girthy. And there's more than enough for three disgusting meals in the massive portion of scat she's disposed of. It stinks so much, the thought of having to eat it, makes you wanna die.

Another note... Placed strategically, just close enough for the reader to smell her shit, but far enough away where it's bearable.

I just love a high-quality camembert cheese. Mmmmm. Had quite a lot of it yesterday. Doesn't make for a very pleasant dining experience for the second consumer, though... It might be a bit fouler than what you're used to

Try to think of me when you eat it, I put a lot of pride into my camembert dumbs

Her letter makes you cringe.

Besides the shit bowl, there's a large bottle of piss. It looks awfully dark and yellow. Oh, what you wouldn't give for some water.

You're thirsty. You have to drink something. Urine is the only option on the menu.

You walk up to the bottle, the shit smell is intense when you're this close to the bowl. It's hard to decide which is worse. The putrid dumb that caused Luna to punish you, or this foul mess.

It's not as putrid her last shit, but its fecal stench is turned to max. It's the most potent shit you've smelled, and there is so much of it. Thick, girthy logs, too big to bite over without those damned hooks stretching your jaw to its breaking point.

With a shiver, you take the piss bottle, and leave the contaminated area. At least you try to, but the bottle has a chain attaching it to the wall. Of course it did. Celestia thinks of everything, and now she was forcing you to drink while smelling her shit.

You drink some urine. It's rancid, but you don't have a choice.

As soon as your thirst has been clenched, you hurry away from the violent poop stench. You could definitely go without breakfast for now...

You go back to the laundry. With this many panties to go through, you should probably get started.

You open the lid and pick a random pair out of it. You consider just putting them into your mouth, without looking at how filthy they are, but you find yourself unable to.

You unfold them, and analyze their "content."

A yellow and white track of cunt-vomit lays as a thick layer at the bottom of the panties, and it leads a slimy path towards her widely spread shit stains. Her poop-smears are so thickly layered, they almost appear to be bulging outwards.

It's not easy bringing yourself to stuff your tongue in there, without Celestia forcing you to, but if you don't, you have no doubt that punishment awaits you.

Reluctantly, you bring yourself to do it. You lick across the trail of filth her pussy left behind. It tastes sour and rancid. Your tongue gets to the butt area, and the taste of dried out shit assault you.

As your saliva moistens the poop, its stench intensifies. It doesn't smell like fresh excrement anymore, it's more like fertilizer.

You lick and suck on the messy fabric. It's difficult to clean up. After all your work, there's still a slight yellow miscoloring across the cunt area, and the back still has a big patch of brown. You have to do better. You stuff the panties in your mouth, and suck on them, and you keep sucking for five whole minutes. When you take them out, and your mouth is filled with the taste of public bathroom and fertilizer, you have successfully cleaned the pussy part, but there is still a slight, light-brown stain of shit, right where her asshole would have been.

You put the ass part back into your mouth and give them another couple minutes. They look clean now. Next pair...

It takes you two hours, and seventeen pairs of panties, before you finally throw up. It's the first time you've actually puked while being her slave. It's brown from your strict shit diet.

You need a break... You start licking your puke off of the floor. It tastes like poop. That's what it is, right. It's just Celestia's and Luna's shit. Shit you already ate once, that you now had to eat again because you couldn't keep it in. Fuck your life. You manage to slurp the shit soup up without it coming back out.

You stagger over to the piss bottle and drink some more. The stick shit logs still smell ungodly. You look over at it. Maybe it was time to give it a try. You had to eat it sooner or later...

You keep the piss bottle open so that you can wash down her poop quickly. You lean in over the scat bowl. The vile stench oozes out. The shit is multicolored, every type of brown, with small whitish patches. You stick your tongue out, and touch the filth, it's still warm, and it tastes horrible. The taste confirms it... This is her worst shit yet. You can't bring yourself to take a single bite. These logs are deadly. You understand why a sadist with her taste of torture would take pride in scat like this.

You start to cry. You can't avoid the punishment of not obeying her orders. You can't bring yourself to eat this poop. You're doomed.

12) Punishment Time - (6/10)

When Celestia returns, you've finished licking her panties clean, you've licked the piss-funnel clean from Luna's scat, (it tasted a bit like rotten chicken), and finished drinking her urine, but you haven't as much as taken a bite of her poop-pile.

You lay on the floor, facedown, bowing before her, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, princess. I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

She looks straight past you, at the bowl, full of the shit that you were supposed to have eaten. Without uttering a single word, she walks over to the laundry and inspects a pair of her newly cleaned underwear. Your heart is beating relentlessly.

Afterwards, she expects the piss-funnel, it's shining clean.

She walks up to you. She stands in silence, you are shaking with fear.

"Look at me." She demands.

Reluctantly, you lift your head up and meet her harsh gaze. She looks disappointed, annoyed and angry.

"Your majesty, I..."

"Don't you dare try to speak to me. You are in no position to defend yourself."

Her words make you shake in fear. But then something unexpected happened. Her expression softens up a bit.

"I will admit though, you filthy shit swallower, that leaving you to consume one of my infamous camemberts dumbs unsupervised, might have been a mistake on my part."

She walks up to you and lowers her face down to yours, (then backs away a bit again since your breath smells like dirty panties.)

"But you didn't even manage to take a single bite of it. Not one. You're a disgrace to all toilet slaves. I will spare you punishment you truly deserve since you did so well with the other tasks, but I will still punish you severely."

She rises back to her full height.

"If you think this poop is the worst I can make, I'm afraid you're mistaken. I can produce far more toxic waste than this. I will, to the best of my ability, diet to create shit so vile, its stench alone will be enough to knock you out. Of course, I won't let you pass out. You'll dine on the worst scat that I know how to make."

She looks at you with her devious smile, while you whimper.

"It's a special brand of poop, which I use exclusively for punishments... And once or twice for fun... I call this deadly dump; The Brown Reaper."

She stares into your blank eyes.

"Now go to sleep, there will be hell for you tomorrow."

13) Unbearable - (9/10)

When you awaken the following morning, you are bathed in sweat, and shivering with fear, you had nightmares about The Brown Reaper.

You look over at Celestia. She's still sleeping. Besides her stands a table filled with the leftovers from her late-night snack from yesterday. Her fuel...

There are the packaging of three different kinds of cheese, two plates with traces of cake crumbs, a big can of coffee, two cans of baked beans, and the stems of many raw chili peppers.

She wakes up, smiles at you, and pats her slightly bloated stomach.

"It's coming, toilet, just you wait."

In a flash of magic, the leftovers disappear, and are replaced with a fresh batch of the same types of food. You look at her eat with your hungry eyes. You didn't even get your daily dose of ass-food yesterday. You're starving. It's the same as yesterday, except for the additions of a bag of chips, some sauteed onions, a bottle of chocolate milk, some caramel fudge, and an avocado.

She sits and eats, while you lay and starve. She notices your hungry look, and her smile turns devious.

"Don't worry, you'll be eating all of this soon enough."

The rest of the day feels like a daze. Luna's comes and makes you drink her scat again. It's rotten as ever. She makes you sniff her asshole, it's pretty stinky. She makes you eat her out, she's somewhat sour down there. She facesits you for a while, then she leaves.

Celestia calls you as she does.

"Get in the bed, I want to sit on you."

You get in, and a moment later her big, stinky ass consumes your face.

She sits down and pins you in the familiar butt chamber. It's not the first time you're here, but knowing that behind her asshole, The Brown Reaper was taking shape fills you with fear.

"Sniff it."

You sniff away at her ass musk. It's so much worse than Luna's.

Her stomach growls. You can hear her insides preparing for your punishment.

"Are you ready for my farts?"

No, you're not, but do you have a choice?

"Take this as an appetizer for what's to come. Trust me, you've never sniffed gas this stinky before. You could call it the breath of The Brown Reaper."

Her stomach growls again, as she repositions herself in your face, grinding her moist asshole across your nose. She tenses, her anus opens.

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Out of her rump leaks the stinkiest fart you've ever had the misfortune of smelling. It's so disgusting, overpowering, and fecal that you can't help but open your mouth and scream into her fishy vagina. You usually never open your mouth for any reason while she facesits you, because her cunt is always pressing down on it, and you don't want to taste her pussy-filth, ever again. It's unavoidable now, as her fat pussy keeps you from closing your mouth again, and your struggling and screaming makes her stinky smegma, and general mare-filth pour into your mouth like rain.

Even with her pussy assaulting your sense of taste, you barely even register it, as you're still absolutely suffering in the deadly cloud of putrid, rotten fart your torturer just unleashed upon you. It's so unbelievably foul, that you would rather eat the entire bowl of her camembert fueled shit, right now, than sniff just one more of those stinky farts.

With your screaming and squirming, Celestia feels the movement and air pressure of your open mouth on her nether regions.

"Uff, you are a naughty one, aren't you. I had no idea that smelling something so stinky, made you want to eat something so... Well, stinky. Or are you perhaps just doing it just to please me, hoping I will spare you from my fart stench?" She says as she wiggles her plot in your face. Her fart stench still lingers in her ass fur.

"Well if you insist on eating me out, you better get your tongue to work and finish what you started, because I'm not getting off of you before you've made me cum. "

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Another disgusting reaper-fart makes its way out of her backside. It fills the air, reinforcing its predecessor with the incredible, unbearable stench. It's hard to describe what makes it so stinky, other than its potency. It smells a bit like rotten eggs and boiled cabbage. It's sulfuric, sour and tangy. It has heavy undertones of fecal matter, and it's so concentrated that it's almost visible in the air.

You scream, cry, and wiggle some more, as her ass-cloud torments you.

"Your screaming alone is not satisfactory, quit the foreplay already, and get your tongue in there. You are capable of using your mouth and nose simultaneously, aren't you? Or are you perhaps refusing my orders? Do you seek an even harsher punishment?!"

Amidst your immense suffering, you manage to stuff your tongue up her filthy snatch. The foul taste is powerful, but it's nothing compared to her farts.

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

You pass out. Even through her spell. Her gas is just too harsh to breathe. Your unconscious tongue slides out of her cunt, right as a piss-flavored gush of cum shoots out.

"What's wrong? Can't handle a little gas?" Celestia says while wiggling her plot in your unconscious face.

"Sleep well, my slave, for when you awaken, I'll be ready to shit."

14) The Brown Reaper - (11/10)

You're shaking with fear. Your hooves are chained loosely together, and you have a leash around your neck. The leash is tied to the dock of the Princess' ethereal, flowing tail. You're walking behind her, watching her ass cheeks bounce with every step she takes.

You don't remember how you got here. You remember passing out while sniffing her farts, but you don't remember waking up again. You're in a daze, but you know what's about to happen. You're about to eat shit...

She flicks her tail back, pulling you face first into her ass by your leash. She farts, making you stagger and fall backwards. She's laughing while you're struggling to stay on your hooves.

She stops at a large metal door and you stumble straight into her ass again. She giggles and lets her tail fall down behind your neck, holding you in place.

"Eager, are we?"

You whimper, and she let's go. You stumble backwards yet again as the door opens. Celestia walks inside, and you follow by your leash.

There is a toilet-torture table similar to the one in her suite, placed squarely in the middle of the dank room. Its binding looks a lot more sturdy.

The room is lit by a single light bulb dangling above the torture table, and as the metal door closes behind you, the walls become clouded in darkness, and only the toilet is clearly visible.

You hear a faint crying from somewhere in the room.

"Oh, don't mind that." The Princess says.

"She's just another prisoner. She's been sentenced to jail time. I thought filling her cell with this shit smell, would be a nice little addition to her sentence."

Having experienced the princess' shit smell, you pity her.

"Is that why you brought us down here?" You ask.

She laughs.

"Did you think I would unbirth The Brown Reaper in my own room? Don't be silly, it would be unbearable to live there for months after."

You gulp. You feel her tail at the bottom of your chin lifting your face up. She's looking back at you over her fat ass.

"This is simply too stinky for my suite."

Her smile turns cruel.

She points a wing towards the toilet-torture table. The leash disappears from your neck, and the chains from your hooves.

"Get into position, toilet slave."

Slowly you stagger towards the restraining mechanism. You lie down at the entrance, and slight yourself into the large metal coffin that encapsulates and restrains your body to the torture device. Soon, your face emerges right underneath the toilet seat, and you are greeted by a grinning princess Celestia. You feel your body being pinned by hundreds of tight metal bindings, leaving everything but your head completely motionless, something you couldn't imagine would stay that way for long.

You were completely correct. Like a giant vice, Celestia adjusted the walls of the chamber beneath the toilet seat to restrain your head completely, stopping the pressure just shy of crushing you. Your jaw is pried open by her magic and a metal device enters your mouth it holds it open and spreads your lips as much as equinely possible, then a lever mechanism in the gag slowly forces you to gape wider and wider until your jaw muscles are hurting.

You look at her with teary eyes. She tauntingly pokes her tongue at you, before turning around and presenting you with her rump, waving it in your face in an evenly as taunting manner. Her anus is visibly bloated from the pressure of her shit.

You hear distorted breathing. It's too close to be from the other prisoner, that's still crying in the near distance.

Celestia moves her ass to the side and you get another look at her face. It sends shivers down your spine.

She has put on a gas mask. She has determined that a gas mask was required for her to get through this ordeal. You hear her chuckle.

"I've smelled this shit before, you know. It's insufferable. And YOU are the one being punished here. No reason for me to suffer too."

With those words of discouragement, and another lighthearted yet cruel chuckle, her massive ass enters your limited field of view once more, and she sits down above your awaiting mouth. Her ass cheeks being spread apart by the seat makes her puckering asshole poke out even more, and a tiny fart escapes. Its fecal stench makes you gag. Holy shit that was a vile smelling puff of anus air.

"Ready?"

You're anything but ready, but when has that ever stopped the princess.

Slowly, her asshole spreads apart, and the most rotten, abhorrent, monstrous smell you've ever experienced oozes out of her. You immediately hear the other prisoner in the room throwing up, but it meant nothing to you now, you could not focus on your surroundings while breathing in something so foul. the only things that existed now, in your tiny, claustrophobic world are Celestia's ass, and the Brown Reaper.

A moment later, the color brown fills your vision, and a gigantic log of filthy slimy shit starts to stick out the backside of the princess, and with it, the foul stench increases tenfold. Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart starts pumping like a jackhammer, you gag and cough before screaming at the top of your lungs.

You've witnessed so many turds being pushed out of that dirty anus, but you've never witnessed one that made you fear her authority and sadism like this one.

A moment later your screams are muffled as her aggravatingly smelly feces makes its way into your mouth. It burns. It literally burns as it's soft slimy surface spreads like an acidic, demonic hummus across your poor, poor tastebuds. More of her shit slowly flows passed your lips filling your entire mouth with the foul substance.

It hurts. It physically hurts you. Its foulness can't be properly described with words. It has every aspect of foulness shit can have and more, it's bitter, rotten, metallic, acidic, putrid, sour, strong, spoiled, tangy, fecal, and every aspect of it is cranked up to 11.

You cannot imagine how powerful the spell keeping you conscious must be. This dumb is so unbearably disgusting, so overwhelmingly foul, so incredibly stinky that you can barely believe you are still alive.

Not that you notice while undergoing this torture but the other prisoner has stopped gagging and has gone silent.

The princess pinches off her sphincter, and lets you lay with her ass cake in your tortured mouth, tasting it, and breathing in its filthy, stinky essence.

You struggle for all you're worth but can't even move in the slightest. This device is far more secure than the one in her suite.

The soft, steaming pile of deadly excrement continues to defile your senses. When inside your mouth it's smell is so utterly intense that it makes your ears ring, and the taste... You would rather eat ten of her camembert turds than continue tasting this rotten monster dumb for one more second.

The adorable noises you utter while struggling makes the princess chuckle lightly once more.

"That bad, huh? To be honest I think this is a rather tame reaper. I think it could have benefitted from some extra cheese. Oh well, I suppose it would be unfair to demand a do-over now. I will just have to make this one as memorable a scat feeding as possible."

As she says this, her anus opens once more and delivers yet another turd that plops out of her backside and falls into your mouth, settling as a mountain of shit poking out of your mouth on top of the scatty mess already filling out most it. The turd tower stood proud, expelling it's foul odor onto you nose even stronger now that it was closer to your nostrils.

You hear bubbling and crackling from above as a small fart erupts along with a couple of tiny rogue shit nuggets that manages to tip over the weight of the shitsberg as they fall onto it. And it was not to your favor.

You watch in horror as the shit log protruding from your mouth slowly but steadily tilts in over your muzzle, getting closer and closer to your nostrils until it tips over and falls down on your face, making the experience even stinkier than it already was. The increased stench makes you lose the last bit of mental capacity you had felt to deal with this situation, and you seize struggling and accept your place under a mountain of your torturer's most disgusting scat.

Suddenly a mechanism in the torture table activates and a metal cylinder emerges from the side of your scat chamber. You don't even wonder what it's for. In your lightheaded condition, you barely notice it at all until a crank begins to extend it into your mouth.

This device was intended to forcefully stuff shit down the victim's throat. Like the driving wheel of a steam engine, the cylinder was pushed up and down into your mouth, stuffing your esophagus with poop, forcing it further and further into your stomach.

The added torture awakens you from your concession and makes you gag and struggle once more. Your eyes are starting to hurt both from the terrible air quality and from crying.

Having made room in your mouth for another filling, the device retracts back into the wall and Celestia starts shitting once more. More soft girthy reaper turds begin to drop into your awaiting mouth like big, sloppy sausages.

The lingering taste is quickly reinforced by her new, vile addition of putrid princess-poop, before this load is too shoved down your throat by the shit-swallowing machine.

This repeats for five more feedings before she finally seizes her shitty assault and her falling logs are replaced with farts instead. You can barely smell her farts through the steaming stench of the dump that you had just become the container for, but the sound of her ass blasts seem weirdly soothing to you. They were a testament of her being done shitting. They were a sign of this horrible torture session coming to an end.

After half an hour with Celestia casually sitting atop the toilet seat, pushing out fewer and fewer farts by the minute, she finally suppresses her spell and allows you to drift into unconsciousness alongside the other prisoner.

You had endured the horrifyingly potent Brown Reaper and lived through it... Sadly, she wouldn't let you die.

15) After a Coma - (7/10)

Once you slowly open your eyes again, you're feeling incredibly weak and tired.

The taste of reaper scat still left in your mouth, is now so faint, that you were unsure if you were actually still tasting it, or if it's foulness has just been burned into your memory to such a degree that you couldn't help feeling it still linger in your mouth.

You're lying of something soft and not just the cold hard floor as you would have expected. Were you on her bed?

You try to look around, but you're barely able to turn your neck. You expected this to mean she had restrained you, but to your surprise, with a little effort, you manage to turn it anyways and look around the room you're in, and it's not her suite.

You're in what looks to be a hospital room. There is a small wooden table with a glass of water and a vase filled with dead flowers beside you, and beneath the vase, is an opened letter.

You don't feel like reading it. Instead, you close your eyes once more and try to fall asleep once more. But before you drift off you hear the door open, and heavy hoofsteps slowly approaching.

"Good morning, toilet slave." The Princess utters in a lighthearted, carefree manner.

You keep your eyes closed, as she trots over to your bedside. You feel her hoof press lightly down on your chest.

"I know you're awake, so don't pretend sleep, or I'll wrap your hospital blanket around your face and fart into it."

Her threat makes you open your tired, used-up eyes, and look at her as she stood tall and menacing besides you.

She smiled at you. Not even in a sadistic way.

"You were out for quite a while there, Slave." - She tells you calmly and quietly, caressing you gently with her hoof.

Her unusually kind demeanor keeps you from panicking.

"I'm sure my replacement toilet will be ever so pleased to know she will be relieved of her duties. I think I'll feed her something extra foul as a parting gift, though."

"Your majesty?.." - You find the strength to utter, wondering how long you've been sleeping since she had gotten a replacement for you.

"Yes, Potty-mouth?"

"How... How long have I been unconscious?" - You find it very straining, to even speak so few words, and your voice is hoarse and dry.

She looks upwards for a moment, squinting her eyes like she's thinking.

"Uhhh, hmmm. 42 days, I believe. Not counting today, since it's 7 PM."

You're in shock. Her reaper scat had put you in a coma.

Noticing your clear state of horror, the princess smiles at you once more.

"Don't beat yourself up. I've had stronger ponies than you killed with Reaper filth before, despite my best efforts to keep them alive. Though your portion was a tad tame, you still lived through it, and you were out for less than two months. I once had a toilet slave wake up after twenty years, upon being force-fed a quite potent Brown Reaper. Of course I had lost interest in him by then, so I just had some guards drown him in my sister's diarrhea, making sure they gave him a breath of air every now and again so the drowning would take a few days."

She strains her face for a short moment once more, while thinking...

"...No, that's not right, that was what I did to that maid who stole utensils. What did I do with him then... It was something like that... Ah, now I remember, I had him watch as a made my guards drown his entire family in my sister's scat. Then, I trapped him deep beneath the pipeline of my mare-guards bathroom, to continuously be showered in piss and feces for the rest of his life. He might still be alive actually, if he's managed to sustain himself un such a sickening diet for so long."

Her naturally sadistic smile emerges on her lush lips.

"Though I doubt that to be the case, I like to think he's still down there, suffering."

You look at her, more afraid than ever after listening to her cruel tale.

She notices your fear, and her cruel smile turns kind once more.

"No need to worry, pet. I haven't lost interest in you yet, and I am definitely counting on you being tortured to death with my filth before it would ever come to that."

Her words are weirdly both very discouraging and reassuring at the same time.

Having now learned that there truly was no limit to her cruelty, you could only hope she wouldn't have your friends and family suffer before your inevitable demise, by her stinky torment.

Little did you know, that for the past few days, she already had.

"By the way. Your wife sent you a letter. I usually don't let prisoners have mail, but since you were in the hospital, I decided not to burn it, and give it a read for myself, before delivering it to you. I did not regret that, it was very pure and heartfelt. You could really tell that she cares for you, despite knowing that she will most likely never see you again."

She leans a little closer to your face, as an ominous expression starts to shine through her kind smile.

"You know, I get that she must be distressed, but she should know better than insulting me in a letter sent to the place where I live."

With those ambiguous words, she turns her curvy body around, giving you a brief hint of her stinky backside as it's turned in your direction, before she trots out of your room, stopping in the doorway to say something else.

"I'll have the nurses write you out as soon as possible. I can't wait to have you back. My current toilet might be cute when she whines and cries, by she is just terrible at swallowing feces."

She closes the door, and you're left with an eerie feeling in your gut, (for once not caused by her ass.)

...

You push your meek, malnourished body to its limits as you force yourself to sit up and reach out to read the letter that's left on your nightstand.

Reluctantly, you open it up, and with both heartwrenching fear and longing excitement, you begin reading it:

You truly are an idiot if you think I'd actually let you read her letter.

Eating a brown reaper was a punishment, and that punishment was what sent you here. I'm not going to reward you for enduring a punishment. What would be the point of that?

No, I just wanted you to know it existed and that you're never going to know what it said.

Smell you later, Slave... Or rather, you'll smell me later.

Your Goddess, Mistress, Queen, Princess, and Torturer - Celestia

16) The Guesture of a Moon Goddess - (2/10)

Your hind hooves hurt as they scrape against the floor, while your meek body is being dragged towards another one of Celestia's rooms.

The two familiar guards, that you would be inclined to believe Celestia had hired specifically just to move you around the palace, as it is clearly the exact same mares that brought you to court in the first place, are trotting much faster than the first time they did this with you. Probably due to your body being even lighter now than it was back then.

Yet, the time it takes to get there seems infinite. The thoughts in your head are swirling. Celestia's letter has gotten to you, and the fear of seeing your wife possibly being in your position has you more stressed than the knowledge that you, yourself was about to be tortured by the princess.

Celestia had been vague enough to keep you hoping that her replacement toilet was somepony else, even though you felt somewhat bad for wishing such nasty torment on strangers.

The tension was killing you. You wanted your time being dragged to last forever, so you would never have to find out the truth, but at the same time, you couldn't wait a moment longer.

Eventually, the dragging comes to a halt, and you assume that you've arrived at your destination, though you are too weak to lift up your head and see for yourself. The mare-guards drop you, and let your ragdoll body fall to the ground. Listening to the creaking of a large door being pushed open confirms it.

The guards, slide your body inside by throwing you across the ground, before leaving, letting you lie immobile in this smaller than usual suite, while listening to the heavy foofsteps of Princess Celestia slowly approaching.

In addition to hoofsteps, you hear the sounds of spluttering, screams and cries coming from the room next to you. It makes your stomach turn.

Suddenly, you feel your body being levitated with magic, as your owner picks you off of the ground, and turns your head so you can look at her. She's smiling, happy as can be, while you continue to hear the sounds of torture in the room next to you.

You can't make out much from their cries, but you can't help but imagine your wife getting racked while Luna goes potty in her mouth.

Your train of terrifying thoughts is broken as the Princess talks to you.

"My goodness, you've gotten so small."

She spins your body around mid-air, to get a better look at you.

"You're like a pet, now." - She laughs.

She then puts you down, and with magic, she lifts your hind hoof up and makes you scratch your ear with it like a dog.

"Make pet sounds." - She commands, giggling like a filly.

With your meek, underpowered throat, you barely manage to utter a simple woof, to please the princess, and it comes out sounding more like a death rattle.

Celestia stops giggling, looking down at your broken body with disgust in her eyes.

You think you're about to be tortured for your inability to make proper 'pet sounds' for her, but much to your surprise, all she does is push you over with a hoof, and tell you that you're a terrible pet. Then, she turns around and simply walks away from you, leaving you to lie on the cold floor and listen to the continues sounds of somepony being horribly mistreated in the next room. It's clear to you that they are not just screaming in disgust, there are clearly some much more conventional torture methods going on, and the thought of your wife possibly being the victims still haunts you. You had expected to find out the moment you entered the room, but Celestia had opted to leave her toy lying around on the ground where it could only imagine the worst.

Eventually, the sounds of forced suffering stops, and a hidden door in the wall opens up. Somepony, by the sounds of it, large in stature trots into the suite, you can't muster the strength to turn your head and see for yourself, but you assume it's Luna, taking a break from the torturing.

Your theory is confirmed as the Princess of the Night picks you up like her sister before her.

"Hey, if it isn't my old Diarrhea-Drinker. Didn't know you were still alive. You certainly don't look well, though. I thought you were malnourished before, but you're all skin and bones now."

The look she gives you seems almost concerned. She looks over her shoulder, before speaking to you again in a much lower voice.

"Eh, listen, you've eaten a whole lot of shit, and you've been quite good at it too. Far better than your average toilet slave, I'd say."

She looks over her shoulder again, scouting nervously for her sister.

"Maybe you deserve something non-fecal to consume... Just this once..." - She whispers, leaning in close to your face.

"I'm taking a torture break, and I'm making smoothies. I'll give you a choice here, do you want smoothie, or do you wish to stay loyal to my sister and only consume her waste like she intends?"

The thought of tasting something that has yet to be processed by a stinky princess belly, makes you light up with glee and utter a sound of thankful agreement, to which she smiles at you, kindly.

"Smoothie it is, then."

You're half expecting her to bring you a glass of her liquid, lumpy feces, and just tauntingly call it a smoothie, but you're pleasantly surprised when a few minutes later, you're reintroduced to an almost forgotten scent of blueberry and banana.

"Told you I wasn't as sadistic as my sister." Says Luna, covered in sweat from her recent efforts at torture.

The pleasant scent lets you take your mind off of your wife's potential suffering for a moment.

With a flash of light, you're teleported to Luna's own suite. Luna sits down in her bed, with her back against the wall, before levitating your body over to her bed as well. She spreads her legs, and you instinctively prepare to have your snout shoved into her musky cunt, but instead, she places you in a sitting position, in between her legs, your back against her warm body. A blanket appears, and wraps itself around you, quite contrary to how it usually goes when you're wrapped in a blanket alongside a princess, it's your body and not your face, that gets covered this time, indicating that you're not here to huff up Luna's farts, you're here to drink smoothie with her.

She levitates the glass up to your muzzle, and places a straw in it for you to suck through and so, you're inclined to taste the lovely substance. As you take your first sip of banana/blueberry smoothie, sitting in the princess' warm, soft embrace, wrapped in a blanket, and she turns on the TV, for the first time since you got here, you're genuinely not suffering.

17) Bliss is Fickle for a Stink Sniffer - (6/10)

Being a toilet slave had taught you very few things, but nonetheless, it had taught you something. It had, of course, taught you the taste and smell of piss, farts, plot, and feces. It had taught you that the royalty of Equestria was far more sadistic that you had ever anticipated them to be, especially the Goddess and Princess of the Sun, Celestia. And now, surprisingly, it had taught you that It is an awe-inducing display to watch Luna play video games.

Like seriously, that mare is ridiculously good at it, and even though you weren't a huge gamer yourself, mostly due to being too poor to afford a newer console, you understood perfectly well that the feets she accomplished while the two of you sat, blanket wrapped together in her bed, were something else.

She had wrapped her hooves around you, like a filly, sitting with a teddy bear, still levitating what was left of your smoothie in front of your muzzle, while also levitating both her own beverage and a controller as well. The only thing that kept you from fully enjoying this moment was the constant fear of your wife's possible torment, that remained unconfirmed to you.

Luna was playing an online shooting game, and had racked up seventeen kills without dying even once herself. Even as her enemies started to gang up on her, she easily outplayed them, using what seemed to be an impeccable reaction time, paired with deep stage knowledge.

It took a four on one shoot out, to finally take her down once. Shortly after that, the game ends, Luna ending up with a 21/1 score, her team naturally coming out victorious.

She's in the middle of changing character for her next game, when a player on the opposite team accuses her of cheating, in the private chat.

She takes the last sip of her drink as she reads their message, audibly slurping up the bottom of her smoothie.

She turns on the mic in her headset, and calls him via the games live-call system.

It comes to you as a total surprise as her headset is placed upon your head. It's loose around your ears. You look up at Luna with a searching gaze, not knowing what to do. She smiles at you.

"Convince him that I didn't cheat, and we'll do this again another day. Fail, and I'll finish my gaming session with your snout shoved against my pussy, while I unleash my farts, and trust me..." - She says while tightening her hold around you.

"...I have some real stinkers brewing."

You gulp, and ready yourself to reason with some foal over the internet, to avoid the stinkdom, but they didn't answer back, leaving you unsure of what's to happen then.

"Pity." - Luna said, taking back her gamer gear.

"They don't seem very convinced, sadly, sooooo..."

You feel your body sliding downwards as she says this, causing you to panic. You don't have the strength to fight back, nor the intention, as you know your place by now, but you do however manage to turn your head upwards enough to give Luna a pleading, teary-eyed look, hoping for mercy.

Her response is to lean forwards, burp, and blow the sour air in your face, giving you a moment to smell her belly gush, before pulling your head under the covers and pulling you down to the real stinkiness.

Once you're lying down, she turns your body around, placing you on your belly, then she scooches you forwards as to place your snout against her musky, unwashed mare vagina. It oozes its powerful, sweet, fishy, feminine stench in your face, and even though it doesn't hold a candle in comparison with her sisters deadly snatch-smell, it's still quite potent. And for you, who have not taken a single whiff of a dirty princess pussy in over a month, it's overpowering and extremely nauseating.

You feel your front hooves being forced and twisted around your back, being positioned in a way where the Princess can easily cause great discomfort if your sniffing wasn't satisfactory.

"You know I'm sensitive in that area. I can easily tell if you're not huffing up my cunt scent and farts with passion."

As she says this, she pulls you further forwards by your dis-comfortably placed hooves, simultaneously showing you how much to hurts and shoving the very tip of your snout into the tight opening of her smelly genitals.

You inhale the musky smelling cunt air the insides of her mare cave has to offer. You moan and start crying due to the potent pussy stench, but Luna tightens the grip around your twisted up hooves.

"Don't complain about it. Suffer in silence. The only sounds I wanna hear from you are sniffing sounds."

You seize your whimpering and huff her snatch stench as silently as possible, holding back any urges to gag. It seems to be satisfactory, as your tightly twisted hooves start feeling slightly less so.

While you're huffing up her mare smells, you hear her stomach growl ever so threateningly, her intestinal sounds followed immediately by the feeling of a hoof pushing down on your head from the other side of the thick blanket.

She pulls you back ever so slightly, so that your nostrils are once again just pressed against her smelly snatch, rather that being stuffed inside of it. You know very well that you're about to receive a faceful of freshly baked princess flatulence, just like she promised you. And sure enough, she blasts her bed with a moist stink bomb, dampening up your stink chamber with a sickening, rotten fart smell.

"Keep sniffing." - She commands and you huff away at her pussy, while another soggy, wet emission escapes her rectum, increasing the potency of the rotten princess poot.

The musky, sweet, fishy vagina stench, mixes with the scent of her rancid, moist gas, making for a cloyent, revolting mixture of two quite different body odors.

Her cunt stench is still by far the more potent of the two smells, but after another twenty-five foul farts, the gas stench overtakes it, and the smelly mixture goes from simply stomach-turning to downright loathsome. But you keep huffing up the powerful orders obediently, even as you feel yourself being at the brink of puking up your smoothie.

Eventually, Luna rises, letting you out from beneath the stinky blanket. You huff up the "fresh" air from your surrounding vigorously as your given the chance. You notice the big wet spot, her moist farts has left on her sheets. Suddenly, you feel her grab you head with physical force and shove your face, snout first into the moist plot spot.

"Sniff it!"

You huff away at the soaked area, inhaling the rancid scent of her fart juice, while she laughs at you.

"Now, lick it!"

You drag your tongue across the contaminated area. It's mostly tasteless, but it feels sour across your taste buds.

Luna laughs again, enjoying her position of utter dominance to it's fullest. She let's go of your head, and you hear her turn around.

"Now, kiss the real thing..."

She levitates you up, and turns you head to face her plot as she leans forward, holding her musky, stinky tush in the air for you to smooch.

Her plothole oozes with both the stench of Luna's personal ass musk, and with the moist fart juice it's completely soaked it.

You pucker your lips and places them against her moist butthole, holding the contact between your mouth and her rancid ass for ten seconds, before letting it go with a kissing sound, your lips now covered with ass musk and wet-fart remedy.

Luna is satisfied.

"That's a good slave boy. Let's get you back now, my sister could be home any minute, and I'd wager she's got something special in store for you, as she seemed very excited this morning. Besides, I've got another subject waiting for my torture, and after all that farting I think I've got a load of liquid filth ready for her."

She looks back at you, still dangling in midair behind her sweaty plot.

"Sadly, since you're not being punished, and you're my sister's property, I'm only allowed to fart and piss on you, but I'm sure you'll be punished again soon enough, and then, I'll be happy to have my old slurry-slurper back."

4) Drinking Her Urine - (5/10)

When you awaken, you are tied up. You're laying on your back, with a funnel in your mouth. Your neck is completely restrained. So you can't turn it in the slightest. You see Celestia enter your limited field of vision.

"I promised you a day without shit eating, but my body still has other things to relieve myself of."

She looks down at you, with a serious expression.

"If you let it overflow, I'll make you my sisters toilet for a week in addition."

She turns around with a giggle, hovering her dirty cunt over the funnel. You close your eyes.

She let's loose, and a stream of the most rancid, foul urine imaginable spills out of her. The yellow liquid has only one way to go, and it flows down your throat with no sign of stopping.

She sighs in relief as her ambrosia fills your mouth. She sprays you like a hose, her piss washing down the stains her dirty panties left in your mouth. The taste of her foul liquid is so strong and rancid it's almost impossible to swallow, and you feel like choking with every gulp you take. It's salty, and it makes the very back of your mouth burn like it was acid. But her powerful ray of piss keeps forcing you to drink. The stench of urine starts to fill the room. She keeps pissing. Eventually, the stream comes to a halt. Three small individual gushes of urine spill out as the final thing to leave her cunt before there is nothing but a slow dripping. Drip, drop.

She sighs again, then she walks away. You aren't thirsty anymore...

8) Beneath Her - (5/10)

When you wake up, your legs are tied to the poles of her bed, spreading your limbs apart on her mattress. Celestia is sitting right next to you, reading a book.

Like clockwork, she figures out you've awoken immediately. She looks into your perthitic eyes, smiling.

"Turn your snout towards the ceiling." She commands, in a mild manner.

You turn your spin your neck so that your muzzle is pointing upwards.

The princess rises. She lifts her hindleg over the bed, so that she's standing on the floor, legs spread, with her round ass looming over your face.

Slowly she lowers her plot onto your face. You are completely swallowed up by her warm, sweaty cheeks. You snout meets her anus, and then she adds her body weight. She sits upright. Her foul rectum pressing down on you hard. Your face is so squished, both from the side by her voluptuous buttcheeks, and from the top by her always stinky asshole, that it's almost airtight. You struggle to breathe in the ironically unbreathable air her anus has to offer. You keep your lips closed tight as you can feel her foul vagina pressing down on your mouth. You just lay still in the stinky torture chamber her ass provides, slowly sniffing away at her disgusting asshole, your face being squished by her weight.

pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

A long, silent fart escapes her rectum. Since your nose is pressed so tightly against her plothole, most of it is forced directly into your nostrils. It stinks.

Forty hot, smelly minutes pass by. Occasionally She shifts her weight around a bit to change posture, causing your face to squish around between her smelly asscheeks. Occasionally she farts, changing up the hot, static stench of her backside.

When was this going to end?..

Another forty minutes go by of her facesitting torture. With the exception of one particularly nasty fart that made you gag, you've done nothing but sniff her vile scents obediently this entire time. It stinks just as much as the first time you sniffed it yesterday, but you were learning to handle it, and suffer in silence.

But would she ever let you out of her musky, shit-stained fart-cavern?

More time passes and suddenly you feel her tense up. You prepare for another fart, but it was her reaction as someone entered the room.

"Oh, hello my dear sister. Are you here to see our slave."

You can't really make out what's happening, with your ears smothered by her asscheeks, but you hear a muffled conversation.

Suddenly, Celestia rises from your face. Your heart starts pumping as your blood flow is finally unrestrained. Your ears are ringing, and you feel blinded the lid room. The ropes that bind you disappear. You heave for air. As your vision returns, you are looking at Princess Luna.