Judge and Suffer (Farts vs Scat)

"By Celestia, that stupid bitch of a sister, you absolutely reek of farts..." - Proclaimed Nightmare Moon whilst waving a hoof in front of her feminine muzzle.

She looks at you in disgust, her reptilian-like eyes cold and cruel.

You just lie on the floor gasping for fresher air than what your previous tormentor had offered you.

"Don't just lie there like some simpleton, get into the torture machine and restrain yourself, immidiately! I will not tolerate any reluctance!" - She shouts, as her night-sky, etherial mane rises in anger.

Quickly, you stagger to your hooves. Your immense lightheadedness and vomit inducing nausea almost cause you to fall down again, but after a bit more staggering you manage to stay upright.

Nightmare Moon, noticing your pitiful condition, rolls her eyes at you, and sighs.

"Pathetic peasant." - She quietly utters with pure disgust in her voice, while shaking her head, before picking you up with magic and placing your helpless body in a metal chair, and restraining your hooves, body, and neck with a multitude of tight leather straps.

Once you're completely restrained to the chair, she inserts a metal ring gag into your mouth. It's too big for you, but she forces it in, stretching your jaw muscles to their breaking point.

"Do you always stumble around like some buffoon?" - Her sharp tone of annoyance makes you feel embarrassed.

"There. All ready for a fecal force-feeding."

You start to cry once more.

"Oh, please. Spare me. I haven't even relieved myself yet. Save your whining for the actual torture."

She then turns around on the spot, and levitates a large glass bowl up to her, (Compared to her large figure), petite, feminine rump, before unleashing a gigantic dark brown log of steaming shit into it. The thick log is at least 4 inches wide, and it just continues coiling out of its creator's asshole and into the bowl until it finally plops out, and lie at the bottom of the bowl like a fat shit-snake.

She then levitates the bowl towards you, making you struggle against your bindings in fear.

She places it at the bottom of your hooves.

"The machine will take care of the rest. No reason for me to stick around here all day. I'll come back in an hour. Until then, endure your torture session."

With those words, she flaunts her neck and leaves you.

You hear the vague sound of an engine, and the grinding of gears.

You're given a shock as a metal plate is emerges from somewhere behind you and is placed beneath your chin.

You see the glass-bowl, filled with your new tormenters massive ass-cake, being lifted off of the ground, getting ever closer to your face.

Soon enough, you're hit by the stench of her long nasty log, and it makes you gag.

It's putrid, bitter, rotten and fecal. And you're unsure whether this means that this is a truly foul dump, or you've just never smelled shit this close to your face before, but either way, you're crying out loudly in utter disgust.

The bowl begins to tip slowly in your direction, and a second later, her feces slides out on the plate your face is resting against.

The very tip of her massive turd lands right in front of your exposed face, lightly touching the bottom of your lip, and you wisely choose to breath through your mouth to avoid its powerful stench.

You can vaguely taste its putrid essence as you gasp for air, but it was much more bearable than sniffing it.

You watch in horror as a multitude of mechanical arms, equipped with many different devices as replacements for hands, emerges from the ground, slowly moving closer to your face.

One of them moves right up to your nose. It has two small pistons with tiny claws at the end.

It extends the pistons down onto the turd, and the claws each picks up a piece of poop. The pistons then retract, before turning so they point diagonally rather than horizontally. They are pointing right at your nostrils. Then the pistons extend themselves once more, and you cry as your nostrils are stuffed with foul, stinky, shit.

Once your nose is taken care of, the arm retracts and another one closes in. This one makes you even more afraid as it's equipped with a knife. Luckily, it just cuts off the front part of the long, shitty log.

Having a nice, mouth-sized piece of princess poop prepared, yet another arm, equipped with what looked to be three tightly placed, dull awls closes in, and with the help of the flat side of the knife, it presses the smelly piece onto its awls, resulting in what could be described as an arm equipped with a giant shit-dildo.

Like a filthy lipstick, it presses the shit-dildo against the edge of your ring gag, and begins to slowly circle it around your mouth, smearing your lips with putrid poop.

Once your lips have been colored brown with scat, it lines up with your pried open mouth, and you try to mentally prepare to have the faint scat taste you're already experiencing from the foul air, assault you full force.

But to your surprise, instead of going inside of you, it backs up a bit as another arm, this time equipped with a clamp, enters your mouth instead. It grabs your tongue and pulls it out against your will.

You're helpless as the shit-dildo approaches once more and places itself on top of your outstretched tongue.

You're forced to taste the putrid surface of Nightmare Moon's nasty dumb, and you whine out loudly at the horrifying, rotten, bitter, and incredibly acidic taste her residue causes your tongue to experience. To make matters worse, the arm begins to slide her nasty piece of Goddess Excrement around on your tongue, coloring it as brown as your lips, and making you taste its nastiness to an even greater extent.

You cry and wiggle in your tight bindings, to no avail while the toilet torture machine does its cruel job. In your unwilling struggles, you accidentally breathe through your nose, thus making you smell the purest essence of the shit pieces forced into your nostrils. It's so incredibly stinky it causes an acid reflux.

Your nausea is increasing, and you're feeling sick to your very core, and you've probably been here less than 10 minutes, so there is gonna be a lot more shitty torture to suffer through.

As you're suffering in the powerful taste and smell of the foul feces, the shit-dildo is slowly being pushed further back across your tongue, until finally, it enters your mouth. It starts to move back and forth. In and out, making you gag at the increased, shit-tasting torment.

Each time the log re-enters your mouth, it is forced in further than before, making the experience increasingly worse.

Soon it pushes passed uvula, giving you another reason to feel like puking.

Then, it enters your esophagus. You're now forcefully deepthroating her turd.

It continues to go in further each time it's inserted, and you can feel your throat expand each time the nasty pile goes in.

As you're deepthroating her filth for longer and longer, you're also forced to inhale air through your nose for longer and longer as well, and those two shit-nuggets that have been stuffed in there are still just as smelly to you as the very first time you sniffed them.

Right as you think this torment has reached peak filthiness, the knife cuts another mouth sized scat piece of the gigantic scat roulade, and another awl covered arm closes in, creating a second scat-dildo.

In your misery, you notice that the new shitsicle is a lot lighter in color than the one your currently sucking on, and it makes you realize that with a dump that big, Nightmare Moon had probably not relieved herself in days, meaning that her scat could change in stench and taste the further you got through it.

As the shit-dildo inside your mouth retracts once again, it moves to the side to allow the next piece of pony poop a turn to ravage your senses.

It goes in, and you're hit by the new scat taste. It's not as bitter as the last one, but it's a whole lot more putrid, and it has an almost sickeningly sweet aftertaste, making you feel even more nauseated.

You feel like choking as the two lollipoops starts to force themselves inside of you in an alternating pattern. As soon as one log leaves your mouth, the next one enters, ensuring that you never get too used to the horrible, scatty taste before it's replaced with an equally repugnant flavor of manure. Furthermore, with your throat now being constantly stuffed with fecal matter, you can now exclusively breath through your nose, ensuring that every single breath you take stinks like disgusting shit.

You keep your eyes closed in strained suffering throughout most of the nasty ordeal, but in a weak second of looking you see the rest of her dump being picked up by yet another arm, and one dreadful moment later, it smears your entire face with her nasty scat, coloring the rest of your face as brown as your lips. More shit gets stuffed up your nose as it's happening, simultaneously making it even harder to breath, and making whatever air you do manage to inhale, smell even fouler than before.

You whine as your given a brown, stinky face-wash, and as if it could not get any worse, you feel something metallic against your eyelids, followed by the feeling of having them forcefully opened so the machine could get scat into your open eyes as well.

As you're being brown-faced, the two scat logs you're currently having the great misfortune of tasting, start to move around inside your mouth more rapidly each time they're in there, smearing their filth around on your teeth, and every surface of you, until the inside of your mouth is just as brown as the rest of your face.

Then, and only then, does the mechanical arms let you swallow whatever is left of their turd-tards, making you wrench as they finally glide all the way down your esophagus, and into your stomach.

Then, the machine stops, and its many arms retracts back into the ground to be cleaned off, leaving you to sit still and suffer the smell and taste, completely caked in poop.

You hear the hoofsteps of your approaching torturer. You can't see her, due to the feces in your eyes, but you know she's closing in.

Despite her usual harsh attitude, she can't help but break out into genuine laughter at the pathetic display of her prisoner, strapped to a chair with his face completely covered in her shit.

"As much as I would wish for you to spend the night like this, I'm afraid my time is up. I'll be fair and let you take a shower before you give yourself up to my superior torture skills, and I make you my permanent toilet. I guess, since it would make Chrissy jealous, I'm going to keep a more personal relationship with you than my other prisoners. I have some ideas that would make for great Christmas cards to her. You should feel honored by this really, I would usually never let a pauper like you anywhere near my goddess body."