Toilet Slaves

Arriving back in your living room, you pour Rarity another cup of tea as she takes a seat on your couch. Once her cup is refilled, you fill your cup up again and take a seat in your chair. Rarity takes a few moments to add cream and sugar to hear tea, stir it and take a sip before she sets the strange round object she showed you earlier on the coffee table.

“This,” she says as she sets her cup of tea down on it’s saucer, “is a spell anchor. It’s a rather new invention that lets you anchor a spell to a physical location and power it off of the ambient magical energy of Equestria. In this case it’s powering a binding spell.”

“From what I’ve read, binding spells are considered illegal.” You say as you eye the device suspiciously. “It’s not something that the guard can track across Equestria, right?”

“Oh heavens no, Non. This kind of binding spell is actually legal, and is usually used by the guard or police. It simply prevents somepony, or someone, from leaving the premises.” Rarity explains, pausing only to take a sip of tea. “It also prevents them from interacting with the device or the object it’s resting on so that they can’t turn it off or damage it.”

“Thank you for putting my mind at ease, Rarity.” You reply as you pick up the device and look at it. “It’s an interesting design, kind of like a frisbee but smaller and taller. How do you activate it?”

“You use a command with your bracelet.” Rarity says as she points to the command sheet, which you had placed on the table when you came back up stairs. “It’s got two states, either On or Standby. In standby it projects a small field around it that prevents those wearing collars attuned to it from approaching it or the object it’s sitting on.”

“To keep those it’s controlling from damaging or destroying it.” You surmise.

“Exactly. The other state is On, where the device is functioning as a bubble, keeping those with the collars from leaving the designated area or interacting with the device.” She says with a nod. “It also has a couple of modes; Designated Room, Designated Structure and Designated Area.”

“Meaning I can set exactly where they are allowed to go. From keeping them in the dungeon to keeping them on my property, I have a variety of options.”

“Yes, and this is only the basic model.” She says as she sets her now empty tea cup down. “There are more advanced models that can designate multiple rooms, or even specific areas of a town. Those models are currently only available to the guard and military.”

“That’s fine, I’m not in a position where I need anything beyond the basic version.” You say after taking a sip of your tea. “What’s the maximum range?”

“It can cover the townhall and the entire central ring road in Ponyville.” Rarity answers with a broad grin. “It’s impressive isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.” You reply at a loss for words at the power of such a small device.

“Yes, it’s quite stunning. Although I appreciate the breakfast, tea and use of your slaves, I do need to get back to my shop.” Rarity says as she stands up.

“I understand, business waits for no one.” You reply as you stand up and show her to the door. “You are welcome to come by and use my slaves again. It’ll be a good showcase of how far they’ve progressed.”

“So far they seem to be doing good.” She says as she nods to you and steps outside.

“Eh, they still throw up every time they eat shit, but they’re getting better.” You say as Rarity makes her way down the steps to your porch.

“I’m sure you’ll get them to be able to keep it down.”

“Goodbye Rarity, perhaps you’ll swing by some time and let me cook you a proper brunch.” You say as you wave to her.

“Perhaps, we’ll see how my schedule looks, but ta-ta for now darling.” With that Rarity starts back towards Ponyville while you shut the door and go clean up the mess from breakfast. This turns into cleaning most of your house, and by the time you’re done it’s midmorning. You’re expecting Gael to come by sometime this afternoon, but for now you need to go check on your slaves. You grab two bottles of water and secure the nipple tip tops on them so your slaves can have something to drink.

Entering your dungeon, you find that your cyan slave has vomited up everything she was fed, however your yellow slave has managed to keep her meal down. Using one of the commands that Rarity gave you, the chains holding her forelegs to her back legs vanish. You kneel next to her and take off the spider gag, offering her the bottle of water. She takes the bottle in her hooves and starts sucking on the tip, getting a drink she clearly needed. With your yellow slave taken care of, you collect your squeegee and dust pan, and get to work cleaning up the mess. Once you have the mess on the floor cleaned up, you get some warm water and rinse your cyan slave off. The bile and half digested waste washes off rather easily thanks to a little bit of soap you mixed in with the water. Once your slave is clean, you undo her gag as well and let her drink from the bottle as well, though you keep her hooves bound for now. As soon as she’s drained the bottle, you set it aside and put the gag back on.

“Good girl. In time you’ll do better and be able to keep it all down.” You say as you pick up the bottle and stand up. You make your way over to your yellow slave who is laying on her belly with her head on her hooves. She smiles up at you and leans into your hand as you pet her mane. You see no reason to have to reactivate the restraints, especially not with the spell anchor active and keeping her down here. You pet her for a few more moments before you collect her bottle and head back up stairs. After dropping the bottles off in the kitchen you grab the book you were reading yesterday evening, and pick up where you left off. A few hundred pages roll by and there’s another knock at your door. Looking up from the book you see that it’s a little after one o’clock. You hadn’t meant to read for this long, but the book kind of sucked you in. Marking where you are in the book, you stand up and head to your front door, setting the book down on your coffee table as you go.

“Hey Gael.” You say as you open the door and see your griffon friend standing there.

“Hey Non, how’s your day been going?” Gael asks as you show him in.

“It’s been quite a good day so far. Rarity stopped by earlier with my order, and now my slaves are properly attired.” You reply as you close the door and lead Gael to the living room. “Do you want something to drink Gael?”

“Just some water would be nice.” Gael replies as he takes a seat on your couch. You make your way into the kitchen where you collect a couple of glasses and fill them with water.

“Here you go.” You say as you set a glass of water on the coffee table in front of Gael.

“Thanks.”

“So, how’s your day been going?” You take a seat in one of your arm chairs and take a sip of your own water.

“The morning was busy as usual, but otherwise uneventful. How’s the training going?” Gale asks before taking another sip of his water.

“Their training has been going good. The yellow one has made good progress towards being able to keep down anything she gets fed. My cyan slave, though, has a ways to go before she’ll be ready for any practical use.”

“I’ve got a good sized load built up for them.” Gael says before finishing his glass of water.

“Then let’s get to it.” You say as you set your glass down. You lead Gael down into your dungeon, where your slaves are resting. Your yellow slave is laying on the floor, on her belly, next to your cyan slave who is snoozing as usual. “Which one do you want to use?”

“I’ll start with your yellow one. Gotta see how your best slave handles it.” Gale replies and makes his way over to your yellow slave.

Seeing him approach, your yellow slave rolls over onto her back and scoots away from your cyan slave so that Gael has room to squat. Gael steps over top of her and shifts so that he can properly squat over her. As Gael squats over her, your yellow slave leans up and licks his ass, prompting Gael to start. With a grunt Gael pushes out a very potent smelling log of shit, which slides right into your slaves mouth. She gags at the foulness of his shit, but works to chew and swallow the waste. It takes her longer than normal, but she manages to swallow all of it and licks his ass when she’s ready for more. Gael grunts again and pushes out a second log of shit, which coils and slips into your slave’s mouth. She gags again but less than last time as she works to consume the shit in her mouth. It still takes her a bit, but when she’s done, she licks Gale’s anus again.

Instead of feeding her more, Gael stands up and makes his way over to your cyan slave. He pokes her with a claw, and she wakes up with a start. She looks up at him and gulps as he shuffles around so that he can squat down and make use of her mouth. When Gael squats over her, you can see her hesitate before tentatively leaning up and licking his tail hole. While you hadn’t taught her to do that, you suspect that your yellow salve may have something to do with that. When Gael pushes a smaller log of shit out of his ass and into your cyan slave’s mouth, she gags immediately, trying to spit the turd out. Gale doesn’t let her, quickly putting a claw over her muzzle, forcing her to chew and swallow it or choke. The disgust is clear on your cyan slave’s face, but she works her jaw and swallows the mushed up shit.

When she’s done, Gael lets her open her mouth again and she immediately coughs and spits what she can out of her mouth. In response, Gael grabs her head and holds her in place so he can drop the last of his shit into her mouth. Another, rather small, turd is dropped into your slave’s mouth before his claw is back to covering her muzzle, forcing her to chew and swallow the shit. She chokes it down, as quickly as she can and as soon as she’s done, Gael lets go of her muzzle. She gags, coughs and then vomits, spewing a mix of shit and bile onto the floor. To your surprise, Gael strokes her mane as she vomits, continuing to do so until she empties the contents of her stomach.

“You did good. Better than I expected even.” Gael says as he shifts and starts gently playing with her fold. “In time, you’ll be able to rise to any challenge and never lose your cool.”

He pleasures her and encourages her softly for a good five minutes as he slowly brings her to her peak. As she calms down, he retrieves the squeegee and dustpan you use, and cleans up the mess. Once he’s done he steps away from her and over to you.

“That’s how I got my little slave to become better at her job.” Gael explains as he licks her effluence off of his talons.

“That’s an interesting strategy.” You say as you look at your cyan slave.

“Like yours, my slave was very proud when I first got her, so I played that to my advantage.” Gael explains. “I challenged her to be the best slave she could be and over time it worked.”

“I’ll certainly give it a try.” You say as you watch your slaves for a moment. Your yellow slave seems to be handling your griffon friend’s waste better than your other slave. “I’ll also want you to come by and use them on a regular basis, to help train them to handle the foulest of foul waste. Which includes having them drink your piss.”

“Come on Non, you remember what happened last time you got a whiff. They’ll stink of it for a week or more and you won’t be able to use them.” Gael protests.

You don’t respond and instead walk over to the wall next to the bottom of the stairs. On the wall is a panel of switches, the most used is the light switch, which turns on the lights embedded into the ceiling, but next to it is a blue colored switch, one which was recently installed. Flipping it, part of the ceiling pulls up and slides out of the way revealing a strange device, which bathes the room in blue light. In an instant the smell of vomit, piss and shit is gone, as well, the stains on your slaves coats are also gone. You quickly flip the switch off, and the device shuts off, quickly hidden by the moving panel in the ceiling.

“I had this installed recently, you were on a trip at the time if I remember.” You say as you walk back over. “It’s a spell mimic, one that specifically mimics a cleaning spell.”

“So, would it work on something as potent as my piss?” Gael asks as he looks up at the section of the ceiling where the device is hidden.

“I dunno, wanna find out?” You ask back.

“I drained myself before I came here, so if you want to fix me a couple drinks and wait for them to process then sure.” Gael replies as he starts for the stairs.

“Sure, anything specific you want to drink?” You ask as you follow him up to your living room.

“Yeah, how about a Manehattan?”

“Easy, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll have it ready.” You tell him as you make your way into the kitchen, stopping at your liquor cabinet to get the booze, and pull out the ingredients you need. You mix the rye and sweet vermouth in a cocktail shaker, add some ice, the bitter and stir. Once it’s cool enough, you strain it into a martini glass and add two skewered cherries. After cleaning your cocktail jigger and shaker, you set them in the drying rack and bring the drink out to Gael, who is now sitting on the couch. “Here you go Gael.”

“Thank you Non.” Gael says with a nod and takes a sip. “Wonderful.”

“You’re welcome.” You say with a chuckle, head over to your liquor cabinet again and pour yourself a glass of scotch. Drink in hand, you head back into the living room and take a seat in your armchair. “Other than getting your roof fixed, how’s your shop been doing lately?”

“Quite good.” Gael says after taking another sip of his drink. “Got a good deal going with a few farms around here and some ranches even further out. And, I’ve gotten a good number of customers. Even an errand chick from noble, requesting I put together a special order.”

“Heh, nobles do have a penchant for… wait, errand chick? As in a griffon?” You ask as you lower your glass and look at Gael.

“Yep, one of them Griffish Isles nobles has moved out here to Equestria. It was a surprise to see one of their servants pop through my door, but a welcome boon.” Gale replies and takes a hearty sip of his drink. “I figure with this order and the future ones that I’ll be getting, I can set up my own ranch and hire some workers to tend the animals.”

“Glad things are working out like you’ve been hoping.” You say before taking a sip of your own drink.

You and Gael spend a good couple of hours chatting, mostly just idle conversation. You do make him a few more drinks, including a Long Island Iced Tea, a take on the Cosmopolitan called The Cosmos, and a Blue Moon. You’ve also had a couple of glasses of scotch, and at this point you need to pee.

“I’ve got to go make use of one of my slaves.” You say as you stand up from your armchair and set your now empty glass of scotch down on the table next to it. “You gonna join me?”

“Eh, yeah. I should probably go too.” Gael says as he stands up. “Time to test that spell mimic thing.”

You lead Gael down into your dungeon, stopping by the switch panel to open a small cabinet built into the wall. From there you pull a gasmask and put it on.

“How long ’ve you been planning for me to piss on them?” Gael asks as he watches you don the mask.

“A couple weeks.” You reply with a smug smile, not that he can see it with the gasmask on. “By all means, choose one and go.”

Gael smirks at you, and walks up to your yellow slave. She looks up from where she’s laying as Gael steps over her and the tip of his cock slips out of his sheath. Your slave leans up and wraps her lips around the tip of his cock as he squats down. As soon as her lips are around his cock Gael sighs, and your slave gags. She pulls back and his urine splashes onto her as she coughs for a couple of seconds before vomiting. Gale continues pissing onto her head as she empties her stomach onto the floor. Your other slave doesn’t fare much better, dry heaving as there’s nothing in her stomach for her to vomit up. You make your way over to her and start relieving yourself on her belly as she shudders. All the while you’re unaffected by the overwhelming smell, thanks to the gasmask you bought.

You finish up before Gael, and watch him thoroughly soak your yellow slave’s mane, as she dry heaves now that her stomach is empty. After a few more seconds Gaels stream slows to a stop and you smile at the mess that he made. Not only did he soak your slave’s mane, but his urine left wet trails running down her neck and sides. Now it’s time to test that spell mimic, you walk over to the wall and flick the switch. Like before the panel in the ceiling retracts and slides out of the way before the device activates. Once again the room is bathed in a blue light and the mess begins to vanish. It’s slower than before but the spell has a lot more to do this time. After a minute it looks like the spell mimic has finished its job and you turn it off. Once it’s off, you take your mask off and take a deep breath. The air smells clean, and you don’t immediately wretch, which means it worked as intended.

“See, works like a charm.” You say as you walk over to your yellow slave and start petting her mane, which is now dry since the piss was removed by the spell. “You did a good job. In time you’ll be able to handle it and not feel sick at all.”

“Yes, you did rather well for your first time.” Gael adds. “Even my slave didn’t handle it that well.”

“Thank you Master.” Your slave says as she leans into your petting. “Thank you sir.”

“For now you should rest.” I tell her as I stop petting her and stand up. “You’ll need your strength for the coming training.”

She nods and you lead Gael back up stairs.

“That went better than I expected.” You say as you take a seat in your armchair again.

“It certainly did and I will definitely use them again whenever I come by.” Gael says with a smile. “Could you make me another drink?”

“Sure, what do you want?”

“Make it a surprise.”

“Sure.” You reply with a nod.