Princess Celestia's Living Toilet (Scat)

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.