Toilet Slaves

As you stand up and step away from your cyan slave, she retches and vomits up your waste in a disgusting mess. “How disappointing.”

“Don’t worry, the training will help prevent that.” Gael says as wobbles to his paws. “Damn, that was intense. I haven’t been wobbly after cumming for a long time.”

“Good to know.” You say as you walk over to the wall behind your cyan slave. From it you pull a squeegee and dustpan. Using it you clean up the mess, and dump it into the trash bin you have in the far corner of the room. “It will probably take a while for her to get used to it right?”

“Yes, it took my slave about nine weeks to get used to it. Though that may just be because of how foul my shit and piss is.” Gael answers as he makes his way over to the stairs.

“Head on up, I’ll be there as soon as I’ve finished washing this.” You say as you gesture to the squeegee and dustpan which you’ve just put into the deep basin sink you have next to the trash can. While Gael heads up stairs, you use soap and water to clean the last of the vile mix off of them. It only takes a couple minutes for you to get them clean and put back where they belong. Heading back up stairs you close the door to your dungeon and head to the dining room, where Gael is sitting, drinking a glass of water.

“If you’re going to visit Rarity, then I should make the introductions.” He says as he sets the empty glass down on the table. “She prefers to have someone vouch for new clients when they come looking for hardcore sex supplies.”

“Ah,” you say as you walk into the kitchen and grab yourself a glass of water. “That makes sense. Given her reputation I doubt she would want the public know she supports sexual slavery.”

“Exactly. The public isn’t exactly happy with what the nobles have done, but they don’t have the power to change it right now.” Gael says as he draws a circle in the air with one of his talons. “And the nobles are working to prevent them from ever being able to change it.”

“Do you know if she’s open today? I would like to meet here sooner rather than later.” You say as you set your glass on the counter and walk over to Gael.

“She’s open, I saw her opening the curtains of her show room as I flew over town.” Gael replies as he stands up from the table. “If we go now we should be able to catch her before she gets busy.”

“Let me put your glass on the counter and then we’ll go.” You say as you grab Gael’s empty water glass and take it into the kitchen, setting it on the counter before walking to Gael. The two of you make your way to the front door, stopping only so you can don your cloak and backpack.

You and Gael make your way across the rolling hills and into Ponyville proper. The town isn’t too busy as it’s still early, but just about every vendor stall is occupied in the market, which you have to pass through to reach Rarity’s shop. Most of the ponies you encounter either ignore you, or get out of your way. As you pass through the market, you cast a quick glance at a few of the stalls, decoding what to pick-up on your way back home. Rarity’s shop is only a couple of minutes walk from the edge of the market, and you quickly find yourself at her door, knocking on it politely.

Gael’s standing at your side as the door swings open and a voice calls, “Come in darling, I’ll be right with you.”

“Wow." You say as you step into the store and are surprised to see that one side of the room has a number of fashionable pieces of attire, and the other has a wide variety of sexual attire.

“Yeah, it gets most people the first time they step into one of her boutiques.” Gael says as he takes a seat near the middle of the room. You stand next to him, just as Rarity steps into the room.”

“Gael, it’s nice to see you again.” She greets Gael with a smile, which vanishes when she turns to you. “No, it… it can be. The Man With No Name.”

You flinch when you hear her call you that. “I left that title behind when I left Manehattan. Please don’t call me that.”

“My apologies darling, I shan't bring it up again.” Rarity says with a curt bow before straightening up and asking, “Now, how may I help you today?”

“Rarity, I would like to introduce you to my friend, Anon.” Gaels says waving a claw towards you. “Non, this is Rarity.”

“It’s a pleasure to properly make your acquaintance.” Rarity offers a hoof, which you shake.

“Likewise, so long as you never call me that name again.” You say, forcing your face to maintain a small smile.

“Absolutely. Given that Gael is introducing you, you’re here for more than just standard attire, correct?”

“Yes.” You reply with a nod. “Gael has told me you’re the pony to see about the equipment for training ponies into toilet slaves.”

“Yes I am,” Rarity hums before asking, “do you already have ponies to train?”

“Yes, a pair of pegasi mares.”

Rarity nods and then heads into her back room, returning moments later with a daily planner. She flips back and forth between two pages for a moment before looking up at you. “Depending on how long my two o’clock client takes I may be able to swing by today at say three thirty, or tomorrow at 8 AM sharp. I will need to take their measurements to make properly fitting equipment. Would either of those times work for you?”

“Either time works for me. I own a small house out in the hills north west of town.”

“The one that seemed to pop up overnight last summer?” Rarity asks as she writes in her planner.

“That’s the one.” You reply, giving her a smile. “I appreciate the help with this.”

“Absolutely darling. As for the matter of payment, I would like to ask for something else instead of bits.”

You give her a suspicious look, but motion for her to continue as you say, “go on.”

“As I’m sure Gael has told you, toilet slaves are in demand at the parties that nobles hold. I would like to have your slaves serve at one of those parties.” Rarity says, raising a hoof to forestall your response as she continues to speak. “I would also like for you to join me at that party as this benefits both of us. For me, it would be a good demonstration of the quality of the attire I make for sex and toilet slaves, meaning more business coming my way. For you-”

“It would be a way to introduce me as a toilet slave trainer, proving my skill by how well trained my toilet slaves are.” You finish with a smirk as Rarity nods.. “You have yourself a deal.”

“If there’s nothing else you need, I must get ready for my next client.” Rarity says as she floats her planner back into her back room.

“Goodbye Rarity, I look forward to getting this going.” You say as you make your way to the door.

“As do I, tata for now dear.” She replies and she follows her book into the back room.

“I’ve got a few things I want to pick-up in the market, Gael. Tag along if you want, but we shouldn’t loiter here.” You say as you make your way out of Rarity’s Boutique. Stepping out into the streets you notice that they’ve become a bit more crowded. Making your way through the streets you hear Gael tell you that he’s going to go check on his shop, and will catch you later. You wave to him as he takes off and you head towards the market. There’s only a few things you need to pick up, mostly some veggies for a veggie puree to feed your slaves. Though you do stop by the Apple Family Stand and place an order for a half barrel of apples to be delivered to your house.

Satisfied that you have everything you need, you start towards home with your purchases tucked away in your backpack. As you leave the town, you hear Gael call out to you. You turn around to see that he’s flying towards you, but is still a fair way aways. He may be fast enough to catch up to you, but it would be rude to keep walking and not wait for him to catch up.

“Are they still not done fixing it?” You ask as Gael lands next to you.

“No,” Gael replies with a shake of his head. “The forepony said they would have it done by this afternoon.”

“If you want you can wait at my house. Though I will mostly be reading my new book.” You tell him as you start walking towards your house again. Gael follows you as you walk back to your house. The walk is quiet, and when you arrive home you begin putting your groceries away while Gael lays down on the couch in your living room. After putting away your groceries you call out to Gael and ask if he wants anything to drink, but get no response. Walking into your living room you find Gael sprawled out on your couch, asleep and kicking one of his hind paws as he dreams. You suppress a snicker and go grab yourself a glass of lemonade before collecting your book from the dining room table.

Taking a seat in your arm chair you begin to read. Picking up from where you left off, you’re quickly absorbed in learning how to properly train sex slaves. The book walks you through the common and uncommon punishments for bad behavior, as well as when and how to reward good behavior properly. You’re about halfway through the book when Gael wakes up with a large yawn.

“Welcome back to the world of the living Gael.” You say as you bookmark the page you’re on.

“Sorry” He says, a yawn interrupting him as he sits up. “What time is it?”

“It’s a couple minutes past noon.” You say as you set the book on the table next to your arm chair. “Looks like you’re living up to the lion in you.”

“Yeah, lions are lazy.” Gael says with a chuckle at that and stretches as he gets off of the couch. “That’s why they’re the king of the jungle, laziness.”

“I think you lost the ‘King of the Jungle’ part in exchange for wings and talons.” You tease as you stand up. “You’ve got more in common with a chicken than a lion.”

“Har har,” Gael pokes you with one of said talons. “That’s priceless coming from a pint sized minotaur wannabe.”

The two of you crack up, laughing hard at the round of joke insults. The laughing dies down into snickering after a few moments before you both calm down.

“Since it’s lunch time, would you like something to eat?” You ask as you start towards the kitchen.

“Just a snack, I’ll fix myself something proper when they’re done fixing my shop’s roof.” Gaels says as he takes a seat at the table.

“How does an apple sound?” You ask as you take the last two apples from a basket on your counter.

“Sounds tasty.” He says as you bring them over and set one in front of him. The other you set at your place at the table. Walking back into the kitchen you grab a paring knife and take some cheese from your fridge, slicing off three small slices from it before putting it back. You also grab a small pack of jerky from your cabinets. Sitting at the table you and Gael enjoy your food, and chat idly for a good half hour.

“It’s been fun hanging out with you, Non, but I’ve got to go check on my shop.” Gael says as he stands up and pushes his chair in.

“Yeah, it has been fun. I’ll see you later Gael.” You tell him as he turns and heads towards the back door.

As soon as he’s outside, he takes to the sky and is out of sight in seconds. Getting up from the table you grab a wet hand towel from the kitchen to clean the table. As you’re cleaning, you hear a knock on the door. Tossing the rag over your shoulder, you head to the door, and open it to find Rarity standing there with a pair of saddlebags on her back, smiling up at you.

“Hello Rarity, I’m surprised you’re here so soon.” You say as you gesture for her to step inside. “Please, come in. Can I offer you something to drink? Or to eat?”

“Thank you kindly Non, do you mind if I call you that?” Rarity replies as she steps into your house. “Some tea would be lovely, black or Earl Grey if you have it.”

“Yes, you can call me Non, most people do.” You answer as you close the door and head towards the kitchen. “So, why are you here so soon?”

“My client had to reschedule, apparently his head maid caught his wife with another stallion.” Rarity replies as she takes a seat on the couch. “Since they’re going to be busy for the foreseeable future, I decided to swing by early. I do hope I’m not inconveniencing you.”

“Not at all.” You call back with a chuckle as you get the kettle started for tea. “Saddle Arabian Assam or Celestial Earl Grey?”

“Celestial for me please.” She replies.

You pull out two mugs, and get the tea bags in them before pulling out a serving tray. While the water boils, you get a small bowl for sugar cubes, a mini-pitcher for milk and a bowl to put the tea bags in. Once the pot whistles, you pour the tea, palace the mugs on the tray and carry it out to the living room.

“Thank you darling.” Rarity smiles as she puts a sugar cube and a splash of milk in her tea.

“Hospitality is one of the foundations of society.” You remark as you prepare your own tea, adding in two sugar cubes and a generous splash of milk.

“Now that we have tea, let's get down to business.” Rarity says after taking a sip from her mug. “I’ll need to see your slaves in a little bit but let’s start with the basics.”

“Sounds good to me. You certainly seem to know this business better than I do.” You reply before sipping from your own mug.

“I know the sex industry, and its various fetishes, which includes things like scat and watersports.” She says as she looks at you over the top of her mug. “The basics you’ll need are a pair of spider gags, which will hold their mouths open and allow you to use them for more than just a fuckable hole.”

You nod, thinking back to how you had to force your cyan slave’s mouth open to feed her your shit. You take a sip of your tea and let her continue..

“You’ll also need proper restraints to provide easy access. That means restraints that keep their hooves to their sides. There’s also the option of a hood to hold their head in place so they can’t turn away from you as you try to use them.” She explains.

“Up until now, I’ve just used them and not cared where it ended up.” You say getting her to perk her ears up.

“So, you’ve regularly used them like they were a toilet?” She asks, setting her mug down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

‘Absolutely, that was the main reason I captured them.”

“Then I have no doubt that you will be able to train them into toilet slaves.” She smirks. “Most don’t have the guts to capture a couple of ponies and use them as toilets.”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but you’re right.” You give her a big smile.

“May I see them?” She asks as she stands up.

“Certainly.” You reply and lead her out of the living room and down into your dungeon.

“Ah, you’re the one who took them.” Rarity says with a gasp and a smile. “The troublemaking weather pony and the recluse.”

“Yes. I had only intended to capture the yellow mare, but the cyan one tried to attack me. You can imagine how that went.” You say as you step up to your cyan slave. “You can probably see on her face where I used her this morning.”

“I can, and while that can be fun, getting them to eat it is more so.” Rarity says as she looks over your slave. She uses her magic to pull a tape measure and notebook from her bags and starts taking measurements. “I see you’re using rope. Not the best choice for binding slaves, but you’ve got good quality rope.”

“What would you recommend instead?”

“Nylon, it’s a better material, less abrasive. It’s the main thing I use to make bondage gear.” She explains as her tape measure moves across your slave as she notes things down. “I believe that will be all I need from her.”

“Would you mind helping me with something?” You ask as an idea crosses your mind.

“Sure darling, what is it?” She asks as she turns towards you.

“Can you hold her mouth open so I can piss in it?” You gesture towards your cyan slave whose eyes go wide.

“Absolutely, so long as I can use your other slave.” She stipulates as she turns back towards your rainbow maned slave.

You nod and Rarity uses her magic to grasp your slave’s head and force her mouth open. You move around so you’re standing over your slave’s head and take your dick in hand. Aiming, you let loose, and your piss splashes into her mouth. Your rich yellow stream splashes off of her tongue, filling her mouth with your bitter urine. The scent of your stream is so strong even you can smell it as it fills and then overflows your slave’s mouth. Foul urine streams down her face in rivulets, as your stream comes to an end and Rarity closes her mouth. You hear more than see your slave swallowing your piss as Rarity holds her mouth closed.

Once your slave swallows the last of your piss, Rarity lets her muzzle go and steps over to your yellow slave. You watch as she squats down and uses her magic to part your slave’s lips. Moments later she lets out a lady-like sigh and a rich golden stream shoots from her neathers, splashing into the yellow mare’s mouth. Rarity’s steam smells strongly of coffee, likely from several cups this morning. To your surprise, your yellow slave hesitantly swallows her first mouth full of the fashionista’s piss. This causes Rarity’s urine to splash onto the yellow mare’s face. Rarity’s stream only lasts about half a minute before petering out.

“Thank you for letting me use her, Non.” Rarity says as she stands up and starts measuring the slave she was using.

“I’m surprised she swallowed any of your piss willingly.” You say as you walk over to your yellow slave.

“She's a kinky cunt, probably has been since before I met her. I met her while she was masturbating in the middle of a field.” Rarity explains as she jots down a few notes. “I was on my way back from gem hunting when I saw her. I don’t doubt that she’s tried all kinds of things with the animals she took care of.”

“I see, regardless, I will be training her to crave it.” You tell Rarity as she makes a couple more notes before putting away her notebook and tape measure.

“I expect I will have these done by the weekend. I would enjoy coming over to help you fit them, and to get a chance to use your slaves.” Rarity says with a smile as she turns towards you.

“Sounds like a plan. If you happen to have them done sooner and are free then come on by.” You say, and gesture towards the stairs. “We should go finish our tea. Unless you have some places you need to be soon, there are a few more questions I have for you.”

“I’m free for the rest of the afternoon darling, so I would be delighted to answer your questions.”

You gesture towards the stairs, following Rarity as she makes her way up and out of your dungeon.