Tower Of Filth

*Click*

Tower had entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She turned to face the spacious facility, giving it a once-over. Everything from the toilet to the bathtub was spotless.

Her tail flicked anxiously in anticipation of what she was about to do. She felt a bit nervous despite the alcohol in her system and her initial enthusiasm. Deliberately soiling herself was not something she had considered doing prior to that evening. Up until then, her kinks mostly included finding different ways to pleasure the exit of her digestive tract and delighting in her own foul odors. She thought back to one night in particular. She had let her dirty underwear build up for a couple of weeks. Tower wound up with her head buried under a mountain of musky, damp, and skid marked unmentionables, hooves rapidly assailing her nethers, with her rectum wrapped around her favorite buttplug.

*Grgglgl*

The built up pressure in her bowels took Tower away from her memory. She didn't feel like she could hold it much longer.

'I wonder how I should do this.' She thought. 'I could try laying down, or maybe just–

*Grrrgglgl*

She felt her stomach rumble again and felt her tail begin to lift on it's own accord.

"Oof, no time to dwell on it now!" She said, making a move for the shower, just in case she wanted a quick clean-up. Safely in the tub, Tower squatted and let her tail raise up all the way. Her heart was pounding and her legs shook with excitement. 'Oh Celestia, I'm actually gonna do this...I'm gonna go in my panties!' Her clitoris was winking with every other beat of her heart. Her stomach gave another gurgle and then suddenly...

Nothing.

'...Wait...What? What happened?' she thought as her tail lowered slightly. Just a moment ago she was fit to burst. Why had the urge started to subside? She waited a few more seconds, and while some of the pressure had begun to build up again, it too dissipated rather quickly.

"What the fuck? Aww come on, don't do this to me stomach, it was right there for Celestia's sake!" Irritation clear in her voice, she scrunched up her snout in annoyance. Being conditioned all her life to relieve herself in a proper toilet had created a mental block, preventing her from naturally defecating on herself. She decided her best bet was to give a good push when she felt the pressure peak. If she wanted manure filled panties, she was going to have to make it happen.

Patiently, she waited several minutes for the fecal urgency to return to her. While pacing back and forth in her bathroom, she was hit with a sudden cramp which made her hind legs buckle slightly.

"Oh finally!"

Tower leaped back into the bathtub and returned to her squat position, tail raised high once again. She waited until she felt the pressure right against her anus, grunted, and gave a good hard push.

"All right, Here it comes. Hnngh!"

The crown of a massive, bulky turd found itself emerged from Tower's dilated anus. Slowly but steadily the warm boulder of equine waste stretched out her pucker. The large mass made it's way out and connected with the cotton fabric. Tower felt the waistband of her panties tug against her from the intrusion.

"Hah!" she gasped. "Oh-ohh fuck...Ah!"

She continued to push, sending the hot, thick log to pile up into the seat of her intimates. The load had become very voluminous, and reached the point where it began to push back against her bottom, forcing the firm mess to conform to the space between her cheeks. She huffed and puffed a bit more, squeezing out the last of the nugget inside her. The entire inside of her underwear was caked in a thick layer of poop. Tower flexed her asshole, which planted a kiss against the bumpy surface. After the anal blockage had been dislodged, her bladder, having been filled with what felt like a gallon of wine, released a torrent of piss into her shit filled underwear and sent rivlets streaming down her hind legs.

*Pssshhhhhhhhh*

Tower stood there frozen, her heart pumping a mile a minute at the realization that she actually did it. She pooped her panties, and it felt incredible. The bathroom was brimming with stench of her accomplishment.

"OhfuckohshitohLunathisissofuckinghot!" She said in a labored whisper. She made a move to exit the bathtub, feeling her excrement shift around her backside.

"Nnnfff!" She moaned, relished in the feeling of her own shit squished up into her crack. She exited the tub and carefully waddled over to the mirror, leaving behind urine soaked hoof prints from the tub to the sink. Every step she took sent a jolt of pleasure through her from the coarse, slimy texture sliding up and down her ponut and marehood, her clit grazing the filth with every wink. She took a look at herself. Face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes wide and alert. She ever so slowly turned around, butt now facing the mirror. She craned her neck to look behind her and...

"Sweet fucking Celestia..."

The damage was impressive to say the least. The load she carried with her ass looked like a few days worth of shit. Bits of it could even be seen peaking out the leg holes. Tower grinned widely, beaming proudly at the mess she had made. She gave her butt a little shake, causing the mass to free itself some from her fur and jostle around.

"Hee hee!" She chuckled joyfully, the feeling of her mess absolutely delightful. She grabbed the sides of her waistband and cautiously pulled them downward, wanting to see the load itself, but not wanting to risk dropping it on the floor. She smiled gleefully, admiring the hefty bulk that she destroyed her panties with, rolling back and forth around in the fabric. Her curiosity sated, she pulled her underwear back up, feeling the pleasant return of her waste pushed back against her genitals. She gave the cloth a good, hard tug, feeling the poop smush itself against her pussy.

"OhhhohOHOhhoh"

She mewled in pleasure at the sensations. As she did this, her waste had spread out so much that it started to fall out the leg holes onto the bathroom floor.

*Plop...Plop....Plap...*

Her ears twitched in the direction of the sound. She ceased her erotic wedgie and turned around.

"Ohhh no you don't!" Tower said, her smile having never left her face. She picked up the wayward chunks in her magic, and placed them back from whence they came.

"Theeere ya go" She cooed drunkenly. Endorphins were relentlessly barraging her brain from the booze and lust fueled evening, and she had only just begun.

It was time for things to start getting messier. Tail flagged, voluntarily this time, she slowly lowered her rump to the ground. She hesitated for a moment, steadying herself. Her butt descended until it met with the tile, upon which she sat her full weight on her shitty flanks.

*Squelch*

"Ohhh fuuuuck..."

The pleasure was immense. Tower's eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly, with her mouth agape and her tongue hanging out. The anal mudslide was bursting out every which way. Through the leg holes, over and out the waistband, and up towards her tummy. There was not a hint of orange left to the fabric, only the heavy staining of the earthy brown substance. The firm, round turds were now being mashed into a sloppy paste, matting the fur all around Tower's perky butt as she ground them into the tile with her filthy ass. She rocked, wiggled, and slid her rump against the floor, leaving it stained with the vile mush.

Her hoof made it's way back to her vulva, masturbating frantically over her panties again, smooshing the slop against her quivering snatch.

"Oh Goddess! Gonna cum gonna cum gonna CUM!"

Tower arched her back, sat hard against her mess and sprayed marecum on herself for the second time that night. Drool leaked from her open mouth as she squealed in ecstasy. As she came down, she leaned back until she was strewn across the floor. She was panting heavily, hooves still on her vagina, riding out the end of her orgasm. She stared up at the restroom ceiling. The room spun around her as she laid on top of her repulsive slurry. The powerful odor that engulfed the entire bathroom had an effect on Tower. The stench of fetid air both enticed and nauseated her, and with all the thrashing around in her mess, what was left of the wine in her stomach had worked it's way back up.

"Hrk...HrK!"

She was able to get to a sitting position and make it to her hooves, getting to the toilet just in time to start heaving into the bowl.

*Blleeeaargghh!*

Red vomit collided with the water, sending droplets back into Tower's face. She retched again, getting the last bit of alcohol out of her stomach.

"Oh mare...ahh..." She gasped, feeling better and a bit more sober. She reached for the handle, pulled it and watched the putrid contents swirl down the drain.

'Huh' She thought. 'That first mare really looked like she was having fun with that toilet.' Her mind wandered back to the introduction of the magazine, seeing the horny pony violate a toilet with her tongue and body, ending with her flushing her head in the bowl. Before her purchase of the obscene pictorial, Tower would have never thought a swirly could be a salacious act. Her reflection peered back at her from the shallow water of the bowl, the smell of her recently disposed puke occasionally wafting up to her nose. The fur on her face was matted with sweat, and this would be a twisted way to cool herself down a bit.

She braced her hooves against the seat of the toilet and stared into the bowl. Her heart rate had picked up, once again in anticipation of committing an act of deviancy. She carefully brought her pretty face inside the bowl, her snout now mere inches away from making contact with the surface of the water. Her own shallow breathing had been amplified by the small enclosure. It reminded her of an indoor swimming pool, albeit much more claustrophobic. She dipped the tip of her snoot into the cold liquid, sending a small chill through her body. Feeling arousal well up within her again, she readied herself.

"Here goes nothing" She uttered, her voice echoing off the circular walls. And with that she plunged her face into the freezing water. She quickly came back up.

*GASP*

Her breathing was heavy, not from the cold, but from the sharp thrill that shot through her from willingly dunking her head in the toilet. Her body was shaking a little from the sudden adrenaline, and with a refreshed enthusiasm, returned her head back into the bowl. She bobbed and splashed and swished around her face. When she brought it back out, she scooped out some of the water with her hooves and splashed it on her body, and then thrust her face back in again. She must have been quite a sight, she thought. A young mare in her bathroom, shit filled panties clinging to her butt and her head submerged in toilet water.

When she dunked herself again, she let her face rest on the surface of the water, and began blowing bubbles.

*Bllgh bllgggh bllllggghh*

The bubbling cacophony was like music to her ears. When she finished her sputtering, she realized she had yet to complete the main objective: Flushing the toilet and giving herself a proper swirly.

"Hahh..hah..I'm gonna do it...I'm g-gonna...flush my f-fucking head in the t-toilet!" Tower's proclamation was riddled with desire and arousal. She placed her hoof on the handle, and plunged her face in the water. Without any hesitation she pulled down on the lever.

*FLOOOOSSSSHHHHH*

The commode roared in her ears with the sound of water whirling all around. She could feel from every angle the torrential flow. Over her head, across her face. It was like some sort of perverted amusement park ride. She could feel the water being pulled into the drain in front of her, tugging at her mane, followed by the gurgling sputter of the tank, and the sensation of the bowl being refilled.

Tower felt herself clench. She could hardly believe it. She was cumming again! She was actually cumming from the act of giving herself a swirly, like a masochistic school filly who got off on being bullied. Her face back in the replenished liquid, she moaned into the water as she climaxed.

*Bllgh...bllgggh!*

Tower Light had never felt more disgusting in her life, and she writhed in the decadence of it all. She went in once more, just for the fun of it. The tank had refilled itself again, ready for another round.

*FLOOOOSSSSHHHHH*

The bellow of the tank sounded, and the unicorns head was flooded inside the bowl a second time. Her lips sputtered at the filthy flow, while her tail outside flicked with glee. As the bowl refilled a third time, Tower suddenly realized how thirsty she had become. Between the wine and the excessive expulsion of body fluids, she felt down right dehydrated. A brand new act of depravity entered her mind. Without thinking twice, Tower brought her lips to the freshly filled water, and started sucking it in.

*Schliiiip...Schliiip*...*Gulp*, "Ahhhh!"

The unicorn backed away from the toilet, leaned back and propped herself up on her hooves. Wet, degraded, gross and stinky, Tower was tickled pink with how she had kicked off her weekend. Having indulged in her favorite kinks as well as trying out some new ones, the dirty grey mare smiled happily. She got to her hooves and made her way back to the mirror again, carefully bypassing the stains she left from before. She took a good look at herself. Tower looked like somepony had run her through the sewer. She smelled like it to. Her entire upper body was drenched in toilet water, her backside was caked in piss and shit, and her panties may have been beyond any hope of cleaning. She would definitely need to wash them separate from the rest of her clothes. At worst, she would need to throw them out.

Tower took her panties in her magical grip and slid them down her legs. Most of the dung had been squashed up into the fur on her ass. She tossed them into the empty trashcan next to her toilet. She didn't want them sitting with the rest of her dirty laundry. She made her way back to the tub and started herself a shower. As she bathed, the wet chunks of shit that still clung to her ass started to dissolve, eventually falling from her and landing on the tub with a wet splat. Several rounds of scrubbing later, Tower had gotten the filth off of her body and most of the stench out of her coat. She would just have to let the remnants of the smell dissipate on its own.

Next was to mop up the floor. After the clean up was finished, She hopped in the bath one more time before calling it a night. After drying off, the mare trotted merrily back to her bedroom. A brisk feeling of clean upon her, she fetched herself a fresh pair of undies, a light blue pair this time, and graced her flanks with soft cotton once more. Though this time she put them on less erotically.

The magazine was still out. Tower closed it up and tucked it away safely under her bed. She lifted the comforter, and wormed her way between the soft sheets and blanket. The love stain from earlier had mostly dried, so she wouldn't be sleeping underneath damp bedding. With the events of the evening behind her, Tower felt both satisfied and exhausted. Just before her last bit of consciousness left her for the night, a small pressure made it's way through her stomach. Tower rolled to her side a bit and lifted her leg.

*Fhhrrttt*

"Ahhh" She sighed contentedly, basking in the gaseous warmth she emitted before finally drifting off.