You wash your face for the fourth time, filling your mouth with the hot shower water, before gurgling, and once again, spitting out the now polluted water over the shower grate.

You spit, and spit again, a line of saliva hanging from your mouth, and snot from your nose.

You're practically blinded, as you've washed your open eyes with soap in an effort to clean them properly after having them besmirched with fecal matter.

You lift up your head once more, and start to soap up your facial fur for a fifth face-wash. You let the steaming hot shower water rain upon you, embracing the feeling of its cleansing droplets. Then you open your mouth and let the hot soapy water spill in once more, so you can gurgle and spit again.

After your seventh time of doing this, the stench of Nightmare Moon's foul droppings, are replaced with the cloyent scent of Queen Chrysalis' stinky rump-air. With enough soap and water, almost every trace of Nightmare's deadly dump could be washed away, leaving only a faint, faint fecal taste in your mouth, and a sick feeling in your gut where her two scat-dildos where currently residing, but Chrysalis' fart stench kept lingering in your fur no matter what you did. Though, it wasn't nearly as potent as it had been before you were used as Nightmare's bathroom and had a shower, but even after another ten face-washes, you could still smell her ass gas clinging to your facial fur, and you had no choice but to give up, and smell like farts.

As you walk out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, the two evil mares are waiting for your judgment.

Nightmare Moon doesn't look at you as you begrudgingly approach them, opting instead to sit with her side turned against you, stirring a cup of tea with a teaspoon using magic. Chrysalis on the other hoof, seems eager to hear what you have to say, and she's licking her plump lips, face painted red with sadistic glee.

You sigh. Knowing there is no way to escape your predicament, you're about to choose your permanent torturer, and daring not to lie to their faces, you're about to choose the torturer you find to have caused you the most suffering.

"Queen Chrysalis wins." - You finally force yourself to say, well aware of the consequences of uttering those words. They were like a curse. An old powerful chant. And you'd just cursed yourself to a life of stinky torment.

Slowly, the bug queen's cruel smile turns to a grin and her green, glowing eyes light up with victorious delight.

Besides her, Nightmare Moon has stopped stirring her tea, and even though her expression hasn't changed in the slightest, you can feel her malicious anger rising. Anger towards you. If Chrysalis hadn't been here, you were sure Nightmare would have killed you on the spot, or at the very least fed you some extra nasty turds.

"Sorry, Moonie, my farts are just too disgusting for you to compete with." - Chrysalis giggles.

Nightmare Moon, ignoring the taunting changeling completely, instead turns her attention to you, making you shake with fear as you meet her cold, yet furious gaze.

"And what is your reasoning for choosing scented air over solid logs of pure, overpowering putridness?" - She asks you.

"I-It wasn't easy to decide." - You mutter, taking a step backwards.

"My time with both of you have been dreadful, but I had to choose one."

"SO WHY DID YOU CHOOSE HER!" - Nightmare Moon finally shouted, her cold expression overtaken and broken in a fit of rage.

You take a deep breath

"We can all three agree that poop is nastier than farts. That's why Chrysalis got five hours rather than just one, correct?"

"Pfft. Five measly hours of fart huffing does not compare to one hour with MY shit."

"Your poop was horrible, your highness, but so were the Queen's emissions. In the end, I chose the winner in the shower. You see, after washing my face seven times, I had mostly the scat taste and smell removed completely, but the farts stench, it was still present. And after seventeen times, I could still smell them... And I still can."

The angry look on Nightmare's muzzle turned to an insulted one, but rather than complaining further, she sat back, crossed her front hooves, and said no more.

You now belonged to Queen Chrysalis. You were her trophy for winning this bet, and looking into her sadistic eyes, you found yourself wishing you had chosen to be Nightmare Moon's plaything instead of her's.

"Come along now, Pet. You have a long, stinky night ahead of you."

Author's Note

Chrysalis won 5-3.

Acual torture chapter coming soon. (That is my intentions at least)