Princess Celestia's Living Toilet (Scat)

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."