Once Pepper Mill was finally done suckling Twist's asshole, she rose from his (now very smelly) face. He was smeared in ass stench from the fillies he had been facesat by. After his latest tormenter's especially rank backside, he felt like his face was a week old pair of panties shared between a whole class full of fillies. His tongue felt like a used piece of toilet paper and he cried out in disgust as the taste continuously assaulted him. His balls hurt, there was a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he felt nauseous.

To his surprise, after the analingus session, the fillies left him be and went to have fun by themselves. They were laughing and chatting as they enjoyed their snacks, while Pepper Mill was left on the cold floor to feel sick and cry to himself. And he very much did both those things.

Eventually, after enough struggling, he managed to rid himself of the ring gag by pushing it off with his tongue so he could give his jaws a bit of rest. He almost managed to feel at ease after that.

After a while of nothing torturous happening, he heard the click of expensive horseshoes that marked Tiara and Spoon’s approach, accompanied by the clopping of their clique. He instinctively curled together like a ball in his bindings.

"Please, no more," he whimpered, but his pleas were ignored.

The bullies grabbed him and dragged him across the floor. He didn't even struggle anymore. He hated that this was his life, but he had lost any and all willpower to oppose them. Instead, he just continued to cry silently. His eyes were red and his throat was sore from all the whining.

They took him into a small room that seemed to be a broom closet. (It was still bigger than his room at home.)

He heard the voice of Diamond Tiara commanding an army of his other bullies to place him into some opening.

He didn't like the sound of that. He looked up and saw a porcelain stall placed on top of a thick wooden box with an opening in the bottom, and some mechanics attached to each side.

He wasn't given time to process what he was looking at before he was forcefully shoved into said opening. The lid by his back hooves closed. He was trapped in complete darkness.

His heart started pounding as panic overtook him.

He screamed and writhed in the dark, tiny room in which he was trapped, as the walls around him closed in. Not just figuratively, they really did, and they pinned him in place taking away his ability to move even slightly.

"NO! LET ME OUT! WAAAAHAHAAAA!"

He wailed and screamed at the top of his lungs, but there was no response whatsoever. The fillies, once again, just left him to cry, feel sick, and be scared.

He laid pinned in place for over an hour before a round source of blinding light above his upwards-turned face attacked his senses.

"Soooooo..." he heard Diamond Tiara say in the smuggest tone he had ever heard anypony speak in, “Are you hungry?" she continued.

It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the sharp, stinging light above him, but as they did, he opened them to look at her. He finally realized exactly where he was.

He was looking up at the cruel smile of Diamond Tiara from the bottom of a toilet stall.

He peed himself a little in fear.

She wasn't gonna... she wouldn't...

Tears welled up in his eyes again as he answered the only way he could.

"No..." he quietly whimpered.

His cringing fear made Tiara very happy, and her already cruel smile turned even more so.

"Too bad. Toilets don't get to choose when they're fed. They just take what they're given, no matter what.”

"Please, I'll do anything. I'll do anything."

Pepper Mill closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Y-You can pissboard me all you want, just please... please don't p-poop on me,” he tried to bargain.

Her father always taught her that bargaining requires an understanding of what both parties want. Seems Pepper Moron didn’t get it: she wanted to revel in his despair. Well, he sort of got it, because he was offering to let her do the very first thing he begged her not to do. That showed off his desperation very nicely. Still, “There's no way out of it, Pepper Filth. You're here to be tortured, and you deserve it. Now open your mouth for me."

"C-can't we talk about it?" he asked under heavy tears.

"Ew. I don't talk with losers. I command them. Now, open wide."

"P-please," he tried once again.

Diamond Tiara just sighed and shook her head. She lifted her hoof to tinker with some mechanism Pepper Mill couldn't see.

Suddenly, a shock of electricity shot through his body, making him wince in pain.

She let the electricity flow through him for two whole seconds before turning it off.

He hyperventilated as Tiara leaned into the stall.

"You do what I tell you to, and that's final!" she snarled.

They looked into each other's eyes, Pepper Mill with fear and regret and Tiara with aggravated annoyance.

Slowly, he opened his mouth for her.

"Good," Tiara said as she leaned back and held up the ring gag he had pushed out earlier. "This..." she continued, eying the device. "We won't need this, because you will be an obedient toilet and swallow all of our turds without vomiting any back up. Because if you don't, we're going to shock you again. Do you understand?"

He tried to nod, but finding himself unable to in the tight toilet chamber, he answered her instead, whimpering heavily as he did.

"Y-y-yes."

Slowly, she turned around and sat atop of the toilet stall. He kept his mouth open for her in fear.

"There will be pee first, so be ready for that!" she called out before relieving herself.

Her stream of urine flowed into the colt's mouth and he drank the salty concoction without protest. It tasted as awful as it ever did, but fear kept him drinking.

As she finished, he coughed and gagged at the foulness he had just experienced, but his self-pity was interrupted by a foul-smelling fart.

"Hey, blank flank! When we fart on you, you sniff it. Seriously, you should know that by now."

He took a big sniff of her brand right as another equally stinky fart erupted out of her tight anus.

He could hear her straining herself above him, working out her shit.

After sniffing up a third, filthy filly-fart, her asshole opened with an ominous crackling noise and the color brown emerged from within her.

He shivered as he watched her work out her log of solid dung.

She sighed in pleasure as she slowly worked out her dump, loving the fact that she was about to torture her fart slave like this. That she was forcing him to eat her droppings.

As her turd grew longer and the smell of feces hit Pepper Mill, he instinctively closed his mouth. He had kept it open obediently up until now, but this was too much.

"Wait!" he cried out. "I-I can't. I can't do it!"

Tiara spread her legs and looked angrily down at her victim. How dared he disturb this moment of absolute bliss?

Oh wait, it all made perfect sense, really. Beneath her laid a loser that had clung to Cheerilee and neglected to wear his nametag, depriving her of the fun promised to her in recess. She had had to discipline him for this, which had distracted all the fillies from showering, in turn depriving them of hygiene. He had even run away from his duty to rectify this during lunchtime. She had spent the whole weekend after anticipating the fun she’d have that week (and she’d bet the family fortune that Silver did too. She’d win that bet and double it.) And then Pepper Mill, that pathetic little loser, had been rude enough to make a disgusting display of absenteeism that whole week. Of course this blank flank was insolent enough to do something like that.

"If you don't open that mouth right now, I'm gonna shock you for four minutes straight!"

"U-use the ring-gag, please. I can't do it on my own. Whaaaa!" he cried out as he looked at the filthy log of shit dangling from his bully's anus above him.

Looking at the crying colt between her legs, as he begged for a helping hoof, not with getting out or something stupid like that, but with his own torture, awakened a strange feeling in Tiara. Her cheeks turned bright red as she looked at him.

"I-If I get up now, ahh, my log would break off and fall onto your face. You have to take it, blank flank. You have to eat my shit without any help."

Saying the words "eat my shit" out loud, caused her to groan. She felt some sort of moisture between her legs that wasn't caused by pee.

She fumbled with the electricity button and gave him three small shocks.

He responded with three pathetic squeals, and when she looked back down he had his eyes closed and mouth opened wide for her.

Instinctively she placed her hoof on her pussy and started rubbing it as she continued to work out her filth.

She moaned in glee, and Pepper Mill in disgust, as the turd entered his open mouth. She pinched, and the brown monstrosity fell in perfectly, filling out her victim's mouth, with the top sticking out of it like a brown mountain.

Pepper Mill cried at the foul taste and smell of his bully's load. It laid across his tongue, forcing the bitter, sour, fecal taste unto his taste buds. And the part that couldn't fit in his mouth stuck out, emitting its foul scent onto his nose. He wanted to puke, but he knew it would be punished harshly.

"E-EAT IT!" shouted Tiara as she continued to massage her cunt.

He didn't comply, but after four whole seconds of shock, he reluctantly bit into it.

As his teeth dug in, and the top part broke off, it tilted onto his muzzle, making him take in the foul fecal-smell to an even greater extent.

He chewed her poop, the taste increasing tenfold as the started to turn it to a paste in his mouth. He cried and whimpered as he painted the inside of his mouth brown with nasty scat.

Tiara got up to better look at him while he ate shit for her. She leaned into the stall slightly, just to get a feeling of how nasty it was for him, but she quickly retracted at the stench, moaning and touching herself harder, as she did.

"Open your mouth," she commanded, and he complied. She inspected his brown pasty tongue at a safe distance before giving the cruel command.

"S-swallow it!"

Author's Note

Yes... There will be another chapter.

(I said I would make the last chapter 3 chapters ago. Seems like I'm pretty bad at this.)