Toilet Slaves

After making yourself a hearty lunch, you bring your food to the living room. Sitting on your couch, you begin eating as you continue reading the smut book you started earlier. It's a fun story that tells the tale of a knight of the old kingdom who made it his mission to conquer the evil sorceress who has been plaguing the kingdom for years. Being a smut story, he conquers her, just not in the normal way. You pause now and again to take a bite of your food, or a drink of water, but the book has your full attention. Before long you're reading about how the knight collared the sorceress, and bends her to his will, stroking your cock as the knight is making her deep throat him.

It takes serious self restraint to stop stroking your cock and bookmark your page, so you can go facefuck one of your slaves. You set the book on the coffee table and make your way down into your dungeon. Standing there at the stairs, you look between your slaves and decide to use your cyan one. You walk over and kneel so her head is in front of your crotch. You line yourself up and tell her to open her mouth, which she does. Slipping in, you push your cock as deep into her as you can, causing her to gag. Laying down on top of her, you pull back and then thrust in harder, driving your cock deep into her throat. She gags again and again as you start fucking her face properly.

You can feel your slave trying to pull back as you fuck her throat. Her hooves flail as best they can while being bound, but you keep going. After a minute you slam in as hard as you can and unload your cum down her throat, which convulses around your cock as she struggles to breath. As your orgasm comes to an end, your slave’s body reasserts its normal functions, and she vomits up your cum and some stomach acid onto your crotch as you pull your cock out of her mouth. With a sigh, you stand up and set about cleaning the mess up, before grabbing one of the washcloths you have hanging on a bar above the sink to clean yourself up.

With the mess cleaned up, you walk over to your yellow slave and crouch down above her, aiming your dick at her face. After a moment a light yellow stream sprays from the tip of your shaft and splatters onto her face. She quickly opens her mouth, letting your stream fill it until it overflows and runs down the sides of her head as she looks up at you. It’s a sexy sight but your bladder isn’t infinite and runs out after a few more seconds. When your stream ends, your slave closes her mouth and swallows your piss before opening her jaws again to show you her empty mouth.

You reach down and stroke her mane, calling her a good girl and promising to have more for her later. Heading upstairs you realize that as much as you would like to spend the rest of the day reading smut and using your slaves you have chores to do around the house. Stopping at the coffee table you grab your mug and the tea pot, and take them back into the kitchen where you clean them. Once your teapot is in the drying rack and your mug is where it belongs on the counter, you make your way around to the three houseplants you have and water them. While you’re not a green thumb you do like having these three small plants.

Moving on from there you head to your room and collect the various books you’ve taken from your living room mini-library and carry them back out. It takes you a few minutes to sort and place them but it’s satisfying to have them in the right place. You decide to leave the one you’re currently reading out for the moment as well as the slave training guide which is still on your bedside table. With the quickest of the tasks done you head outside and fetch your scythe. In Manehattan you don't have to mow a lawn, as the most common living decorations are exterior flower boxes or indoor plants. As well, most of the mowing machines are either meant to be pushed or pulled by ponies, and thus are unusable by humans. Thankfully humans are ingenious and found a way to cut the grass efficiently with a scythe, but it still takes a while.

After an hour and a half, your back lawn looks much better, the grass which had reached halfway up your shin before, now stands as tall as your big toe. Though it takes your another half hour to collect and move the cut grass, it’s well worth the effort as you get it put into a neat pile off to the side of your back lawn. Unfortunately you still have to do the front lawn, but that can wait. You head in and grab a big glass of cold water, taking a seat and relaxing on your couch. You sip your water and think about your plans for your toilet slaves in training. At some point you’re going to have to get Gael to start using them, Gael’s slave has gotten to the point where the overwhelming scent of his urine doesn’t make them vomit. With time your slaves will build up a tolerance and not vomit from eating shit or drinking piss.

Sitting here sipping water and thinking about your slaves reminds you that you need to pee again, and it’s also getting to be feeding time for them. You head to the kitchen and pull out a few ingredients to make their vegetable smoothies, and after a few minutes you have two bottles of vegetable smoothie ready to go. You bring the smoothies down to your slaves, starting with your yellow one, who happily drinks her meal from the bottle. When she’s done you walk over to your cyan slave and kneel down over her chest.

“You’re going to drink my piss first and then you can have your meal.” You tell her as you set her smoothie down next to her.

Your cyan slave stares up at you for a moment before opening her mouth for you. You aim your cock and start pissing into her mouth, stopping your light colored stream after a few moments so she can swallow. The cyan slave swallows the mouthful of piss she has and opens her mouth again for you to continue. You fill her mouth with more mild urine, and as you stop your steam again, you realize you don’t have much to give. You watch with a smile as your slave swallows your urine down again and opens her mouth for more. You empty the last of your piss into her mouth and grab the bottle of smoothie as she swallows the rather small mouthful you gave her. Once she has her lips around the tip of the baby bottle the smoothie inside is gone in seconds.

You smirk down at her as she sighs satisfactorily, and reach down to scratch her ear. She leans her head into your hand as you scratch her ear. Despite her reluctance before, you’re sure you can train her to be a proper toilet slave, it will just take a bit of time and patience. You scratch her ear for a few more moments before taking the empty bottles back up to the kitchen and cleaning them. Once the bottles are in the drying rack, you head outside and collect your scythe again. You spend the next couple of hours mowing the front lawn and carting the cut grass back to the pile you have behind your house. Once you have the last cart worth of grass dropped off at the pile you stow your scythe and head in to get dinner. With all the work you did today you settle for a quick and simple dinner, throwing together a salad with cheese, chicken strips, tomatoes, and croutons, dressed with a creamy ranch.

After dinner you grab your book on slave training, sit down on your couch and turn on the radio you have in your living room, tuning it to the Canterlot Classical Station. Before you know it, you’re waking up to the sound of an intense violin solo, your book resting on your chest. It’s dark and you can’t see the clock on your wall, but it’s well into the night. Groggily you bookmark your place and set the book on the couch before getting up to shut off the radio. You make your way down into your dungeon and over to one of your slaves and relieve yourself on them. With the pressure in your bladder gone, you make your way back up stairs and head to bed.

~ooo~

When you get up in the morning you feel refreshed, in part thanks to sleeping in. After a quick shower, you head to the kitchen and whip up some breakfast. You use the last of your bacon to make a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs with pancakes. Normally you don’t spend the time making something like pancakes, but today you’re in a good mood. Once you have breakfast—including tea—ready, you head outside to enjoy the morning sunshine, as has become your ritual since moving here. You spend time enjoying your breakfast and the warmth of a late summer morning. It’s late morning by the time you’re carrying your empty plate and mug into the kitchen. At this point your body is demanding you empty it, so you quickly rinse off your plate before making your way down to your dungeon. Stepping inside you make your way over to your yellow slave and prod her awake.

“Feeding time, open wide,” You tell her as you straddle her and squat down. With a grunt you start pushing the first log of shit out of your ass. The log falls into your slave’s waiting mouth and she starts chewing on it. Your shit has a strong smell thanks to your omnivorous diet, it is a smell which only a griffon or other carnivorous creature can out do. After half a minute you look down to see that your slave has finished your first log and has their mouth open for more. “When you finish chewing and swallowing a log you need to lick the anus of whoever’s feeding you. It lets them know that you’re ready for more.”

She nods and leans her head up as best she can to lick your anus. You smile at that and start pushing out a second log of shit. This one is harder and bigger than the last one, and requires enough force that you splash your slave’s chest with piss as you push it out. As soon as the log is out of your ass you tense your muscles to stop your stream, as you want your slave to drink it when she’s done. It takes your slave longer to chew up this one, and she even has to turn her head and collect a piece that fell to the side when the log dropped from your ass, but she licks your ass when she’s done. You push out one last log of shit, this one is much smaller and she quickly chews it up. You reposition yourself so you’re kneeling over her and aim your cock so you can empty the rest of your bladder into her mouth. You have to pause twice so she can swallow, but she keeps both your shit and your piss down. You smile at her and give her ear a scratch.

“You did a good job.” You tell her as you stand up. “I will be back in a little while to check up on you. If you throw up then that just means you need more training, but that we’re making progress.”

You head back up to the kitchen and properly clean up from breakfast, making sure to refill the kettle and put the pans away. After about twenty minutes of work the kitchen is tidy and you head back down into your dungeon to check on your yellow slave. She has yet to vomit, which is good and you tell her as much. You also inform her that you’re going to be going out to shop and won’t be back for a while. You make your way back up stairs, collect your cloak and backpack and start towards town. It’s midmorning by the time you get there and the market is already bustling with ponies and a handful of assorted creatures.

Making your way through the market takes time, especially with how many things you need to pick up. Vegetables for your slave’s meals, eggs for your breakfasts, vegetables for your own meals. You also need to stop by the butcher’s shop to pick up more bacon and maybe a few other cuts of meat, but that’s the last stop on your trip. You work your way along the various carts and stalls, picking up a good amount of produce for both yourself and your slaves. As you pass near the Apple family’s cart Applejack waves you over.

“Hey there Non, jus’ wanna let you know Big Mac will be swinging by with your order tomorrow.” She says with a tip of her hat.

“Thank you for letting me know, Applejack.” You say as you look at the stock she has in her cart. “How much for one of your gala apples?”

“One bit,” Applejack says as she plucks one from one of the baskets and offers it to you on her hoof.

“Here you go.” You say as you swap the apple for the bit before pointing at her and continuing, “and how much for the sweetest apple of all, you.”

“Sorry pardner,” Applejack says with a hearty laugh, “but all the bits in the Canterlot Treasury wouldn’t ever cover a tenth of the cost.”

“Worth a try,” you reply with a chuckle. “Have a good rest of the day Applejack.”

“You too Non.” AJ replies as you continue on your way.

You take a bit of the apple you bought as you continue to walk. It’s definitely better than the apples you got when you worked in Manehattan, probably because it doesn’t have so far to go to get to you. You run through your list until you’ve checked off everything but the bacon. Making your way out of the main market, you head further into the commercial district. It only takes you a couple of minutes before you’re standing in front of a familiar building. You’ve been here many times since you moved to town as it’s the only place in the area that sells meat, and it does surprisingly well thanks to the local population of griffons. Pausing to think for a moment, you remember that pegasi like to eat fish and the shop does sell some fish. Stepping inside you’re treated to a familiar sight, standing at the counter is Gael, who is helping another griffon with an order.

“Welcome to Prime Cuts: A Cut Above The Rest, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Gael calls out as he looks over an order form on a clipboard in his talons.

“Yeah, yeah, take your time Gael.” You call back as you start looking at the meats he has on display. Chief among them is ground mutton, which has been weighed out to be a pound, wrapped and frozen for convenience. You pick up two from the freezer along the right wall and move on. Looking over his selection of bacon you can’t quite decide what kind of bacon to get, and as you ponder it you feel a claw poke you in the side.

“Hey Non, shopping day?” Gael asks as he steps up beside you.

“Yep, not sure what type of bacon to get though.” You reply as you look over the options Gael has. The two you’re most interested in are the thick cut applewood smoked bacon and the standard cut oak smoked bacon. You tell Gael about the two you’re interested in.

“Well, the oak smoked bacon is interesting as it has a hint of nuttiness to the taste while the applewood adds a hint of apple-y sweetness. It’s also only available here, and as part of my business deal with the Apple family.”

“I know the spiel Gael, and it’s a good thing you got, but it doesn’t help me that much. I’ve tried most of your other bacon but these two flavors.” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. “I’m asking for advice from the butcher who prepared it, not the sales griffon.”

“Fine, you’re no fun Anon.” Gael replies with a pout. “Okay, so the applewood bacon is my favorite since it has a sweetish smell when cooking and tastes amazing. Oak smoked bacon, though, is my shop’s specialty and not something you can go wrong with, it’s also thick cut bacon. In my honest opinion, I’d say you should go for the thick cut applewood bacon.”

“Thank you,” you say as you nod, and then smirk at him before grabbing a pack of each.

“You were always going to get both weren’t you?” Gael asks as you carry your items to the counter.

“Of course, you know I usually buy two packs of bacon when I stop by.” You reply as you set the wrapped meats onto the counter. “So, how much do I owe you?”

“Twenty-eight bits.”

“Here you go Gael.” You set the bits on the counter with a smile.

“So, how are they doing with the new training?” Gael asks as he counts the bits and puts them into the register.

“My yellow slave’s doing good. So far she seems to be keeping down what I fed her this morning, though I will have to check on her when I get back.” You say as you start storing your purchases in your bag. “My cyan one isn’t really ready to properly try that yet, so I’ve just been having her drink.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Those two will take some time to train before they can come close to my blue beauty, but it sounds like they’re already making good headway.”

“That they are.” You pause before continuing, “and I’m going to need your help with them.”

“Heh, I already said I would, didn’t I?” Gael says rhetorically as he nods.

“Yes, but what I mean is I want you to use them. Give them a taste of what your slave goes through.” You explain as you lean on the counter.

“You know why I haven’t done that before, you vomited your guts out and nearly passed out when you got a strong whiff of my piss.” Gael squawks.

“Yeah, I know, but I want my slaves to get a chance to experience it. It will help with the training, so that they can withstand the powerful smells of other races’ urine.” You explain as you look directly at Gael. “They’re going to make a debut at a party in Canterlot, and not just any party but a noble party. They need to be prepared for anything, including visiting griffon nobles.”

“I… I can’t promise anything right now, but let me consider it, okay?” Gael asks as the front door opens again and Gael gives his spiel to the new customer.

“That’s fine, we can talk about it later when you’re not busy.” You tell him before saying goodbye and making your way out of his shop.

It’s early afternoon by the time you make it home, having stopped for lunch at Sugarcube Corner. Once inside you hang your cloak up and carry your backpack to the kitchen, where you put away your groceries. It takes a couple of minutes to do that, but when you’re done you fill a bottle with water and make your way down to your dungeon. Inside you find that your yellow slave had indeed thrown up, but not as much as she had before. You get to work cleaning up the mess and your yellow mare, who managed to get the vomit into her hair.

“Sorry Master.” Your yellow slave croaks quietly when you’ve finished cleaning her up.

“Hush. You did better than before and that’s what matters. All I ask is that you try, and that you make progress.” You tell her before pressing the tip of the bottle between her lips. She suckles on the baby bottle, the water soothing her hurt throat. “In time you will be able to keep more than just one load of shit down at a time.”

She doesn’t speak but hums contently as she drains the baby bottle. Once she’s finished, you stand up from where you had sat to check on her, and make your way over to your cyan slave. You squat above her, and aim your cock at her face, prompting her to open her mouth with a cough. With a sigh, your urine starts pouring into her mouth, filling it rather quickly and forcing you to have to stop so she can swallow it after only a few moments. As soon as she opens her mouth again, you’re filling it up with more bitter urine. You fill her mouth again before your stream wanes and trickles onto her neck. Satisfied, you make your way back up stairs and grab your book on slave training off the shelf, there were a couple of things you wanted to look over.