From Princess to Privy (scat)

Time was impossible to tell as it passed endlessly in the Queen Chrysalis' dark bathroom, without as much a sound to indicate it was really even passing at all.

Celestia found herself almost missing her previous cell because at least down there, the noise of dripping water would keep her insured that the world around her wasn't just empty blackness... Oh, and also, down there she wasn't expected to eat literal feces for an evil queen.

The floor on which she laid was cold and her abused tongue still tasted faintly like piss. Not to mention the smell of dirty bug cunt stuck to her muzzle in the form of her torturer's glistening, hormone-filled, ripe, musky, pussy-juice.

There she laid, a defeated ex-princess, dreading the moment where this dark, cursed room would once again light up and her curvy tormenter, eyes shining with sadistic glee, would walk in to torture her with her bodily functions.

She couldn't get the sight out her head. Each time she closed her eyes, Chrysalis' evil smile appeared in her mind, followed shortly by her torturers snatch.

She had managed to sleep for a few hours, somehow, but now, she could no more. she was trapped awake, and she had a feeling that she'd been lying there, pitying herself for so long now, that her abuser could walk in at any moment.

She feared intensely that the time was almost upon her... that her impending doom was looming in the shadows.

She would do anything. Absolutely anything to not taste shit, but she had nothing to offer. She had no kingdom, no wealth. Her captor had already claimed everything from her. The only thing she had was whatever value the joy of shitting into an open mouth brought Chrysalis. Nothing else. That was all that kept her alive.

When that heavy door finally opened, Celestia pissed herself in fear.

The light was turned on, and Chrysalis walked in, smiling cruelly at her frightened, whimpering toilet slave, who laid curled up in a pool of her own urine, squinting her eyes in response to the sudden light.

She enjoyed the sight of her pathetic slave. She approached her slowly, watching her cringe as she heard her queen closing in.

"Good morning, Celestia," the queen sang, putting a hoof beneath the chin of her crying slave, lifting up her face to look her into her shivering, blank eyes.

"I had such a wonderful dinner last evening. It was just incredible. Aged cheese, grilled vegetables, vine, risotto, mushrooms, bread, cakes, ice cream, chocolate. It was worthy of a queen, darling."

She moved her muzzle closer to Celestia's, her smile turning even crueler as she did.

"And I've spent all night, turning that wonderful meal brown and stinky. Cooking within my bowels, a breakfast, fit for a slave. Out of my queenly dining experience, only logs of nasty shit remain."

Celestia's already pathetic sobbing turned to audible crying, making the queen giggle with delight.

She took her eyes off of her living toilet and stared passed her still smiling widely.

She nodded in the direction of Celestia's fat plot, indicating for her to look behind her, where the toilet-torture chair stood ready, menacing as ever.

"You see that, Celestia. That is where you serve me at your lowest. That is where you eat my brown," Chrysalis declared proudly, licking her thick, moist lips in sadistic excitement.

Celestia's own lips were shivering as she stared up at the horrible device, meant to hold her in place and keep her mouth open wide while her torturer defiled her.

Slowly she turned her neck back and looked at Chrysalis, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"P-p-please... No..." she whimpered pleadingly, shaking her head in disgust.

What followed from the queen, was a deep, bellowing laughter, so unimaginably cruel that it instantly turned any thin shred of dying hope Celestia had left to dust.

"Oh, poor thing," she continued in a sickeningly sweet, sarcastic voice. "What's wrong? Not hungry?"

She didn't answer. She merely lowered her head in sad shame, before feeling her torturer's hoof beneath her chin, once again lifting her head up.

"Look at me, Celestia."

Reluctantly, she did, staring fearfully into the eyes of her beautiful, smiling owner.

"We're not doing that today. If I did, you'd squirm and spill scat everywhere. Sure, most of it would glide down your throat, but I don't wanna make a mess."

Celestia's scared, teary expression was almost unchanged, but she did look at least a little relieved.

"That's not to say you won't experience my filth, it will just be in a more controlled environment."

She looks back at the heavily restrictive torture device, reconsidering her choice of words.

"Well?... I suppose less controlled, really... But definitely easier on you."

She looks back to her victim.

"But first..."

She rises, grabbing onto Celestia's leash with her magic, forcing her up along with her.

The ex-princess struggled and wailed, trying not to follow, but having been starved, and having her horn broken clean off, she stood no chance, and defaulted to merely crying and whimpering audibly, willingly clopping after her queen towards the piss-chair.

Chrysalis sat her thick rump down once again, placing her thighs in their holders like at a gynecologist, before restraining Celestia with her face in front of her exposed genitals, placing the hooks in her mouth to keep it open for her to mess in.

Cestia tried to prepare herself mentally, but even if that had been possible for her, which it most certainly wasn't, she would have been preparing for the wrong thing.

Chrysalis slighted her ass forwards, lifting up the thigh-holders slightly as she did.

This pulled her chubby ass cheeks upwards enough to align her filthy asshole with Celestia's face rather than her cunt.

Celestia, shocked at this unexpected turn of events, closed her eyes and tried to no avail to move her face away from the twitching anus, right as a thick, slobby, beefy fart escaped the queen's bowels and blew across her restrained face and into her open mouth and exposed nostrils.

The rotten smell and taste overtook the poor mare simultaneously and she gagged violently.

The queen farted again, stinking up her living toilet's face even further.

"You like those, Celestia? In a way, my farts are like the scents of your kitchen. They indicate what kind of culinary experience that awaits you."

Celestia cried while Chrysalis let out more of her nasty exhaust.

She had tried to hold her breath, but in her panicked state, she could no longer and she forced herself to swallow down a big mouthful of the nasty air, the rotten, meaty taste filling her mouth all the way to the back of her throat, as she did.

Her throat burning with nasty fart taste, she immediately switched to smelling it, only to discover this way of inhaling was even worse, her eyes watering even further due to the horrible smell.

Suddenly, the sound of the queen relaxing was followed by a sour golden shower, spreading itself all over Celestia's head, dripping down her face onto her body and into her mouth, where the sour stingy taste combined with the queenly farts.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," The queen taunted, still relieving herself all over her shivering victim.

"Once the princess of the sun, you are now the lowest creature in this entire nation. You're even lower than the worms that fill my garden soil. You're nothing but a filthy toilet. A piss drinker, a fart huffer, a pathetic filth swallower. You are just a thing for me to relieve myself in, and now, my little toilet, I'm going to shit."