Princess Celestia's Living Toilet (Scat)

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.