Princess Celestia's Living Toilet (Scat)

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!