Chapters Your day begins as the morning sun filters through the window, and lights up the back of your eyelids. It's enough to get you to roll over and groan as your mind starts to slowly kick into gear. As much as you'd like to go back to sleep, your bladder has other ideas and you're forced to get up. Groggily, you toss the covers off and roll out of bed, slipping into your aptly named slippers, before leaving your room. Heading down the hall, you stop at a door just before the entrance to the kitchen. Opening it, you walk down the stairs into your dungeon and flick on the lights..
Inside are your two slaves, one has a cyan coat and a rainbow mane, while the other has a butter yellow coat and pink mane. You recently captured them so they still need to be properly trained, for now though, you walk over to the yellow pegasus and point your dick at her face. With a grunt of effort, you begin pissing on her, your rich yellow urine sprays down onto her face, quickly darkening her coat. She gasps meekly and splutters as your foul morning piss finds its way into her mouth when she jerks awake. Your yellow toilet quickly closes her mouth and eyes as you trail your stream up and down her face. As much fun as it is to torture her with your piss, your bladder isn’t infinite and runs dry after a minute.
Stepping away from the yellow mare, you circle around to your other slave. She’s glaring up at you angrily as you step up to her head and squat down. With a grunt you push a soft but sharp smelling log of shit out of your ass, which splats against her face with a soft thud. Pushing again, you drop another, harder log onto her face with a sigh. Sadly this is all you have to drop on her at the moment, so you stand up and turn around to look at her. Your two turds cling to her forehead, even as she turns her head to glare up at you. With a smirk you stroke your cock, and walk back over to your yellow slave. Kneeling down, you pull her close and line your cock up with her marehood.
She whimpers and her friend, your other slave, growls a ‘don’t you dare’ at you. You pull the yellow mare towards you by the legs and plunge your cock deep into her cunt. Her tight walls constrict around your cock as you start thrusting hard. Your other slave shouts at you, swearing that she’ll break you in half for raping her friend. You respond by pressing the yellow mare into the floor so that you’re basically laying on top of her and thrust down into her as hard as you can. You keep this up as she cries out in pain and her friend continues to shout at you. After a couple minutes your climax hits you, and you unload your seed deep into her womb.
With a sigh of relief you pull out of the mare and make your way back upstairs. Your rainbow maned slave angrily hurls insults at you as you leave, but you ignore her and close the door behind you. Making your way into the kitchen you fix yourself some breakfast and tea, grab your new book ‘Slave Training and You: An Introduction to Slave Training’ and head outside. Sitting at your patio table you can’t help but to smile as you look out at the rolling hills around Ponyville. Ever since you moved here from Manehattan your life’s been so much simpler, a far cry from your previous life. Taking a sip of your tea, you open your book and begin reading. As you finish your breakfast a shadow passes over you, though you know who it is before he even lands behind you.
“Nice try Gael, I didn’t survive my previous life by being unaware,” you say as you bookmark your place and close the book. Starnding, you turn to see Gael standing behind you. He’s a tall brown and white griffon with a spiked mane with pale green tips.
“One of these days your guard will be down and I will catch you by surprise.” Gale replies, his accent is a bit different from the other griffons you’ve met, though that’s because he comes from one of the Griffon Islands, a small collection of independent griffon nations.
“You keep telling yourself that, and maybe in a thousand years it will come true.” You tell him as you poke him playfully. “Though it is good to see you Gael. I thought you weren’t coming over until this afternoon.”
“Yeah… my shop’s getting some much needed repair work done after that last storm, and I was told in no uncertain terms to stay out of the way.” He says as you grab your plate, tea and book and beckon him to follow you inside.
“I hear you, repair and construction work is annoying, but at least you’ll have a leak free roof.” You set your book and tea on the dining room table and walk into the kitchen, stopping at the sink and setting your plate in it. “Want anything?”
“A Griffish Coffee, if you can.” He says as he takes a seat at the dining room table. With the kitchen and dining room adjoined as they are, you can still talk to him while preparing it.
“Sure, though it will take a few minutes.” You tell him as you fill the kettle, set it on a stovetop burner and gather the other things you need to make it.
“Thanks. So, how’s the training going?” He asks as he looks at the book I was reading.
“I just got the book yesterday,” you grab the scotch from the liquor cabinet and bring it over to the other ingredients you have on the counter. “Though my last job gave me some experience. The yellow one is very obedient, and shy, but the rainbow maned one is still very defiant.”
“Heh, she’ll learn soon enough.” Gael chuckles.
“Quite right,” you say as you pour the hot water into the coffee press. As it brews you add the brown sugar to the glass mug you have on the counter, and pour one and half ounces of the griffon whiskey into the shot glass. “If she doesn’t cooperate then her friend will suffer. Speaking of, are you willing to help me with that later?”
“Absolutely.” Gael agreed.
Gael flips through the book as you finish preparing his Griffish Coffee. Carrying it over, you set the coffee in front of him, he smiles and thanks you before taking a sip. You take a sip of your tea, taking a seat as you slide the book over to your side of the table, flipping it open to where you put your bookmark.
“You’re rather good at the whole drink mixing thing,” Gael says as he sets the mug down.
“Bartending Gael, an essential skill for an assassin.” You reply with a sigh. “Though I’m glad you like it.”
“I had a thought-” Gael starts.
“That’s a shocker,” you interrupt sarcastically and give him a playful jab.
“Oh hat har,” Gael says with a roll of his eyes and a smile. “Really though, I know you like to torture your slaves with piss and shit, but have you consdered training them into proper toilet slaves?”
“What’s the difference?” You ask after staring at him for a couple moments, before realizing you asked the question without context. “I mean, between what I’m doing now and training them as toilet slaves.”
“There’s actually a few things, for starters toilet slaves willingly eat your shit and drink you piss. Right now you’re just pissing and shitting on them and they resist when you try to do anything more.” Gale explains with a smirk. “Second, a properly trained toilet slave will clean you when you’re done, giving you a deep clean with their tongue. Remember what my slave did when you used her?”
“Yes, I remember. It was quite pleasurable.” You answer with a nod, thinking back to how his slave ate your shit and then ate your ass. The pretty blue mare was very good at that.
“The training I put her through taught her that. Lastly, and you didn’t hear this from me, but things are getting strained between the princesses and the nobles. Ingratiating yourself to them by renting/lending your slaves to them as either toilet slaves or party favors, will help you in the long run.”
“Really?” You ask as you cock your head to the right.
“Yeah. You know of Rarity right?” He asks after taking another sip of his drink.
“Who doesn’t, she’s made a real name for herself in the sex and fashion industries. What about her?” You nod and take a sip of your tea.
“Rarity mentioned that most of the nobles’ slaves are trained by others and most of the trainers won’t train toilet slaves. Thing is, there is an actual demand for toilet slaves among the nobles.”
“So, what you’re telling me is if I can prove that I can train toilet slaves to be obedient and serve properly, and I impress them, I may get hired to train their slaves to do the same?” You ask as you set your empty mug down.
“Yes, though they may have other jobs for you based on your past experience.” Gael says with a nod.
“Gael, I left that life behind because I’d had enough of having a target on my back. Fuck, I faked my own death to get out and I’m not going back in. No matter how good I am at it.” You snap at Gael as you stand up and carry your mug into the kitchen. Sighing, you rinse your mug and set it in the drying rack by the sink. You turn back to where Gael is sitting at the table.“Sorry Gael, I left that life behind for a reason. I want nothing to do with assassinations anymore.”
“Sorry, that was my bad. I meant that they may want someone like you as the head of their personal security.” Gael says, bowing his head slightly.
“I forgive you Gael.” You tell him as you walk back to the table but don’t sit down. “I want nothing to do with that field of work. I’ve had to… deal with heads of security before and I don’t really want to be on the other side of that exchange. Now enough talk of the past.”
“I hear ya,” Gale says as he looks at the book in front of him. “Right, I got side tracked from my point. Rarity has all kinds of supplies for helping you train them up. She’s the pony I go to when I need something for my slave.”
‘Hmm… I’ll think about it, but for now how about you use that barbed cock of yours to make them suffer.’ You say as you push your chair in.
“I like that idea.” Gael chuckles darkly as he downs the last of his coffee and stands to follow you.
The two of you make your way down into your dungeon. As your friend steps into the room your yellow slave lets out an ‘Eeep ’ and your cyan slave stares at Gael for a second before her stare turns into a glare. You smirk at her and point to your yellow slave, who’s currently trying to hide behind her pink mane.
“Help yourself.”
There’s a growl of ‘Don’t you dare touch her’ from your other slave, but you and Gael ignore it. You walk over to said cyan slave and sit down on the floor, which affords you access to her cunt, which you start to stroke. Gael steps up to your pink maned slave and leans down, giving her pussy a lick to get a taste of her as his cock slips from its sheath. As he moves around to stick his dick in her face, you slip a couple of fingers into your rainbow maned salve getting a squeak of surprise and a glare. Focusing on her for a moment, you spread her folds with your fingers and poke at her clit with your other hand.
“Lick it, or I will make it hurt even worse when I stick it in you.” Gael says as he pushes his stiff cock against her face. He drags the barbs on his penis across her face to get the point across and she starts licking his cock.
Smirking, you turn back to your cyan slave and pull your fingers out of her and start stroking your hardening cock spreading some of her wetness across your cock. She glares at you and then yelps ‘Hey!’ as you shove your hard cock into her. You ignore her protests and start driving your dick into her. As you’re fucking your cyan slave you hear a loud gasp and look to see Gael pushing his cock into your yellow slave’s cunt. Her gasp is followed by a cry of pain as he pulls back, the barbs on the bottom of his cock scraping against her sensitive walls.
As your cyan slave tries to shout at him you slam back into her cunt, turning her attempted ‘Stop that’ into more of a ‘Stop Thaaaahhhhhht’ . You pick up the pace, railing her as hard as you can, pushing her hard against the ground with each thrust. Your friend adopts a slow pace, thrusting in and out of your yellow slave with enough force to cause his barbed cock to hurt each time he pulls back. Said salve is simply sobbing in pain as he rapes her, taking great pleasure from making her suffer.
Too soon for your liking, you hit your climax and begin pumping hot jizz into your rainbow maned slave. Her walls quiver around your cock as her body betrays her and climaxes too. Pulling out, you shoot three sticky ropes across her belly as your climax comes to an end. Gael’s not even close to done as he brings his hips to slap against your slave’s over and over, keeping a controlled pace as he works his magic. While he continues to fuck your yellow slave, you scoot your way around to your cyan slave’s face and use her mane to wipe your cock clean.
Looking down at her, you get a wicked idea. You reach over her head and grab one of your sharp smelling turds off of the floor, which you had left on her earlier. Using your other hand, you force her mouth open and stuff the turd inside. She gags and immediately tries to throw up, though she can’t as you have your hands holding her muzzle closed and she has nothing in her stomach to throw up.
“Swallow or choke, the choice is up to you.” You tell her as you hold her muzzle tightly. “If you promise to try to swallow it, I will let you chew it up so you can try swallowing a smaller piece. Nod if you agree.”
Your slave nods and as soon as your hands leave her muzzle she spit’s the turd out of her mouth. You look down at her and shake your head in disappointment. You pick up the turd again and stuff it back into her mouth, this time you use your hands to work her jaw and force her to chew. Her gagging and retching are music to your ears. You turn your attention back to Gael just in time to see him slam into your yellow slave with all his might before pulling out and dragging his cock hard against her vaginal walls. You smirk as you notice that she’s made herself hoarse, as muted sounds escape her lips.
You look down at your cyan slave as you realize that you can hear her teeth clacking together. She’s swallowed the shit in her mouth, but she’s still glaring up at you. You grin down at her and grab the second turd from besider her head, she shakes said head as you move it closer. Slipping a couple of fingers into her mouth, you pry her jar open and slip the second log of shit inside.
“Are you going to chew it on your own this time?” You ask as you look down on her. She doesn’t answer and doesn't start chewing, so once again you force her to chew up your shit. She doesn't immediately swallow, but after a minute she does, as you're clearly not going to let her muzzle go until she does. Now that she has swallowed, you force her mouth open and reposition her head so you can slip your cock into her mouth. With a sigh you begin pissing down her throat. She gags at the taste but is unable to stop you, unfortunately though, you don’t have much to give her, only what you drank with breakfast.
Gael’s loud moan draws your attention away from your cyan slave, as he slams into your yellow slave and fills her with his spunk. He rocks his hips as he floods her womb, his barbs dragging back and forth across her abused vaginal walls. There’s even a small puddle of piss pooling under them as she pisses herself from the pain. After a good thirty seconds, Gael pulls out of the yellow slave, his cock glistening and her cunt leaking his white seed.
“Fuck, your slave’s are awesome. Tighter than mine has been in a while.” Gale says after catching his breath.
“You’ll get to use them plenty as you help me train them to be proper toilet slaves.” You tell him as you pull your cock out of your cyan slave’s mouth. “I’m definitely going to have to visit Rarity.”
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.
You follow Rarity back to your living room and sit down in your arm chair again before taking a sip of your tea. Rarity likewise sits on your couch as sips her tea. The two of you enjoy the pleasant moment of calm before you bring up the main question that you wanted to ask.
“What will the noble’s party be like?” You ask as you cradle your mug in your hands. “I’ve never properly attended a party like that.”
“Never? Not even...” Rarity trails of not wanting to bring up your past.
“No.” You reply bluntly and then sip your tea again.
“In that case, let’s start with the underlying premise. It’s a game of political chess, where every pony is a different team working towards their own goals.” Rarity explains as she sets her mug down on the coffee table. “Unlike chess though, there are no real winners and losers, just changes in opinion. Who you know is almost as important as what you know. Who you can befriend can, and will, determine how some groups look at you.”
“What you’re saying is this is a den of snakes if you make the wrong move, but stairs to the ‘Ever Summer’ as you ponies like to call it, if you play your cards right.” You conclude as you look up at Rarity for confirmation.
“Yes, that’s an apt way of putting it. When you arrive at the party, you will be a new player stepping onto the board. In most cases that means you’re fair game for any and all, and there are those who would use you as naught but a stepping stone to climb higher on the social ladder.” Rarity pauses to drain the last of her tea. “However, you’ll be arriving with me. Those who I am friendly with will see you as part of our group, while others may wish to try and tempt you to join them instead.”
“I can already tell that I’m not going to enjoy this party.” You say before drinking the last of your tea and thinking for a moment. “Is there a way to play all the sides?”
“Yes, there is darling.” Rarity replies with a chuckle. “I do that as needed, and so do most of the well known seamstresses.”
“Then that is what I will try to do. I hope you can teach me a bit more about what to expect over the coming weeks and months.” You set your mug down on the table next to you.
“Certainly darling. I will also make you a suit for the party.” She says with a smile. “Looking your best will help with many things. Though for now, I will take my leave and start working on the designs for your slave’s restraints.”
“I appreciate it Rarity” You tell her as you stand and show her to the door. “Take care, and I will see you in a couple of days.”
“Tata darling.” She replies before making her way back towards Ponyville.
With Rarity gone you take a nap before getting to work on making your slaves a couple of vegetable smoothies, mixing in carrots, peas, celery and a little apple juice to sweeten it. Once you’re done you bring each of your slaves a baby bottle full of the smoothie and feed them. Your cyan slave has always been reluctant to drink her smoothie, but after what she’s had to taste today she quickly latches on and drains it. Your yellow salve simply drinks her slowly, as if savoring the taste. Now that your slaves have been fed, you head back upstairs and prepare yourself a meal. Getting a chicken breast from your fridge and a few veggies, you whip up a simple dinner.
Once you have your dinner ready, you head outside with your book, and enjoy your dinner as you read more of the book. As you place your bookmark back into the book, you look up and to the northeast, where the city of Canterlot clings to the side of the mountain. You can't help but to wonder what that party will be like, and if it will be as Rarity said, a game of chess where everyone is a different side. Still, that’s a worry for the future, tomorrow you plan to start properly training your slaves to be toilet slaves. You take your bowl and book back inside, and clean the kitchen before heading to bed.
~000~
When morning comes, you toss off your covers and climb out of bed. Slipping on your slippers, you make your way to the kitchen where you pull out a proper tea pot, before filling the kettle and setting it on the stovetop. As you wait for the water in the kettle to boil, you get a couple of mint tea bags from your cabinets and unwrap them before putting them in the teapot you have on the counter. You also grab a pitcher from the cabinets and grab some ice from your ice tray in the freezer. With what you plan to do today, you’re going to need a lot to drink. As you fill your pitcher with water, your kettle starts to whistle. You quickly set your pitcher down on the counter and walk over to the stove and take the kettle off the burner. You go back to filling the pitcher after you pour the hot water into the teapot.
With tea and water ready for today and sitting on the coffee table in the living room, you make your way down into your dungeon. Flicking on the light, you find that your yellow slave is already awake and looking at you. Despite the fact that she’s awake, she’s not the slave you want to use first. You make your way over to your cyan slave and kneel down over her pressing down against her chest with your ass. You poke her with a finger a couple of times to wake her up.
“I want to make something very clear here.” You say as you stare down at her. “I’ve had you trapped here for four months and you’ve resisted me for all of those months. I’m going to give you a chance to willingly submit to me, if you don’t, I will break you. I do not expect perfection, but I expect you to try.”
“F-”
“And before you simply snap back with a no, keep in mind that I have not intentionally harmed you, and I am very capable of doing so. I also have another slave who would suffer simply from seeing you in pain.”
“Fine.” Your cyan slave says after a quiet minute passes.
“Good.” You say as you grip your cock and aim it at her face. “Now open your mouth.”
“What, so you can piss in it?” She asks incredulously.
“Yes,” you reply. “You belong to me, and while I don’t expect you to call me master yet, I expect you to do as I tell you.”
“That’s gross.” She complains and sticks her tongue out in a disgusted manner.
“Um… it’s not bad actually.” Your yellow slave says getting your cyan slave to look at her.
“You’re joking, right Fluttershy?”
“No… I actually kind of like it. I didn’t expect to, but our master was the first one to pee on me and I was surprised how nice it felt.” She replies before looking at you. “I wouldn’t mind trying your excrement either.”
“Perhaps in a while.” You reply before turning your attention back to your cyan slave. “I’m going to train the two of you to be toilet slaves. There’s no two ways about it, and my previous statement stands. If you continue to resist, I will break you.”
“That’s disgusting.” Your cyan slave complains.
“It’s your choice, submit and try or I’ll break you.” You tell her as you glare down at her. “What will it be?”
Your cyan slave doesn’t respond verbally, but opens her mouth. You aim your cock at her open maw and begin to pee. Your strong smelling, rich yellow stream splashes into your slave’s mouth for a moment before you cut off the stream. You look expectantly at her as she holds your urine in her mouth.
“Swallow it.” You tell her and she does gagging slightly from the taste of it. “Good girl. Every time I stop pissing, I want you to swallow it.”
You start peeing again, and this time you fill her mouth up even more. She struggles to swallow, and spills a good amount as she does but she does swallow some. You grunt and begin pissing again, your bladder empties into her mouth filling just as full as last time. She swallows with some difficulty, spilling less than she did last time.
“Good job.” You tell her as you reach down and pet her mane. “With time I expect you’ll be able to drink it like a champ, but this is only the first part of your training. In time you will learn to eat shit as well, but not today.”
You stand up and make your way over to your yellow slave. You kneel down over her and press your anus against her lips. She quickly opens her mouth and licks your ass, as you grunt and start pushing. After a moment a log of shit starts to slip out of your ass and into her mouth. The long log of foul shit slips all the way into her mouth as she shifts part of it around so that it’s pressed against the inside of her cheek. You pause and let her chew, her jaw working to break apart your shit so she can swallow it. It takes her a bit, but when she’s finished swallowing your first log, she licks your anus to let you know she’s ready for more.
“Either you’ve done this before, or you’ve read scat smut before.” You say as you push another log of shit into her mouth.
Once again she starts chewing on your shit, though it takes her longer this time and you hear her gag a bit as she swallows the first bite. You stand up and turn around to look at her as she turns her head to the side, and spits out the shit she has in her mouth as she vomits up the shit she ate before. After a second wave of vomit splashes onto the floor she seems to settle down.
“You’ll get better at it with time,” you tell her as you stroke her mane. Standing up you go grab your squeegee and clean up the mess she made.
With the mess cleaned up, you head back upstairs where you grab yourself a mug of the mint tea you had brewing. Taking your mug you head out back to relax in the sun. As you’re sitting there enjoying the warmth of the sun’s light on your skin, you hear a hesitant cough. Looking to your right, you see Gael’s slave standing there holding a message in her mouth.
“Ah, a message from Gael?” You ask as you beckon for her to come closer. She nods and offers you the message.
Non,
I will not be able to come over today to help with the slave training. Thanks to the storm I am behind on orders. I will also be unavailable tomorrow, but the day after I will be able to swing by. Don’t have too much fun without me.
Gael
“Thank you for delivering this message Trixie.” You tell the mare as you give her a scratch behind the ear. “Tell him I look forward to seeing him on Friday.”
She nods and then bows before leaving you to sip your tea. You watch the clouds drift lazily across the sky as you drink your tea. When your mug is empty you head back in and fill it up again. You also stop to collect one of your books from the bookshelf in your living room before heading back outside. Cracking the book open you begin reading as you sip your tea, an hour passes and you notice that you need to pee again. You bookmark your place, head back inside and down to your dungeon. Your cyan slave is sleeping again, as she does often, but you still make your way over to her and kneel above her chest. When she doesn’t wake up you shake her, and she begins to stir. As her eyes flutter open they cross as she looks up at your dick.
“Open up.” You tell her, but she just blinks up at you in confusion.
Sighing, you reach down and force her to open her mouth, holding it open as you aim your cock with your other hand. You grunt as you start pissing into her mouth, the stream making a satisfying sound as it starts to fill her mouth. After a few moments, you let her close her mouth to swallow your bitter yellow piss. She makes a disgusted face as she does, but she does swallow it.
“Open.” You command and this time she opens her mouth. You start pissing again, quickly filling her mouth and having to pause to let her swallow. She swallows again, still making that disgusted face and opens her mouth for you to finish using. You empty your bladder into her mouth, the last of your sharp smelling urine filing her muzzle more than the last two times. Piss leaks out of the corners of her mouth as she closes it and starts swallowing. You can see her shudder, likely in disgust as she makes that face again while swallowing.
“You’re going to learn to get used to the taste of piss.” You tell her. “And when the time comes, you’re going to be used by more than just me.”
“You’re next,” You say as you turn to your yellow slave. “You’ll just be drinking piss for the rest of the day and tomorrow you can try to eat my shit again.”
With that you turn and head back upstairs, and take a seat on your couch again. You fill your mug with the last of the mint tea and resume reading your book. Being a smut book it’s full of sex, and before long your cock is hard and begging for attention. You place your bookmark into the book and make your way down into your dungeon again. You look between your slaves and decide that you’d rather fuck your yellow salve. Walking over, you find that she’s fallen asleep, and quietly kneel by her hind legs. Grabbing her legs, you pull her close enough that you can push your cock into her.
As you slip your cock into her wet marehood, she gasps and her eyes flutter open. You look down at her as you start thrusting, picturing her face covered in your shit and her licking her lips to try and collect it with her decently long equine tongue. The thought drives you to thrust harder, driving your cook deep into her, grinding against her g-spot with each thrust. After a minute your slave lets out a squeak and her pussy clenches around your cock, mare juices splattering your crotch while she twitches. You give a couple more thrusts and unload your jizz into her waiting womb. Pulse after pulse of hot cum floods her love tunnel, as you pull out the last couple of shots of seed splash onto her belly.
You rest there on your knees for a moment, satisfied from the carnal act. Before you stand up, you use her tail to clean yourself up so it doesn’t get cum and pussy juice all over your couch. Once you feel you’re clean enough, you make your way back upstairs and recline on the couch. You down the last of your tea, and then close your eyes to take a nap. Dreams come and go, dancing across your mind as you sleep, but when you wake up you can’t remember them, and dismiss them altogether. You notice that your bladder is aching and head down to your toilet slaves in training.
You make your way over to your yellow slave and kneel down over her chest. She opens her mouth for you as soon as you start kneeling. Pausing a moment to aim, you start pissing into her mouth. Your yellow stream quickly fills her muzzle and you have to pause to let her swallow, which she quickly does. She opens her mouth again as soon as she’s finished swallowing, and you resume pissing in her mouth. As you fill her mouth again, you notice that your urine smells sweeter thanks to the mint tea you’ve been drinking. Your stream slows to a stop a few moments later, your bladder having run dry. Your slave swallows the piss in her mouth as you stand up.
“Good girl.” You tell her as you smile down at her before making your way back upstairs. It’s probably about time you made yourself something to eat, after all, you want to make sure to have plenty of shit to feed your yellow slave tomorrow.
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.
Flipping through the book on slave training, it takes you a few moments to find the chapter you’re looking for. You scan the text until you find the subsection you were looking for. It talks about pushing your slave’s limits, much in the same way you would push your limits when exercising. By working with them and using positive reinforcement you can get them to overcome their weaknesses or struggles with a certain sex act, with in reason. It does mention that there are some obvious limitations, such as fitting an adult minotaur’s cock into a teenage mare’s cunt. The book goes on to talk about a general time scale for pushing your slave’s limits and a couple of lines stand out to you. ‘Pushing your slave’s limits day in and day out can drive them to resist you, so it’s best to wait a day or two between each session where you push your slave's limits, as this will give them time to adjust.’
You close the book and shelve it as you think about this while you make yourself a late lunch. You collect your thoughts as you cook and realize that as much as you want to have Gael use your slaves every time he comes over, you’ll probably need to give your slaves time to adjust to the stench. You’ll also need to test the ventilation system you had installed, as you have no idea if it will help. Though you won’t really know until you have him use them. For now, you close your book and put it back on the shelf, as you do your stomach rumbles. Heeding the call of your stomach you go and make yourself some lunch, as well as a pot of Saddle Arabian Assam. You spend the next hour and a half munching on your lunch and sipping your tea. It’s a nice calm point in the day where you can just relax and not worry about anything.
After draining the last of the tea in your cup, you grab your plate and teapot, and bring them to the kitchen. It takes a couple minutes to clean and dry the dishes, but when you’re done you make your way down into your dungeon. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you make your way over to your cyan slave and stand above her. This time you make no attempt to aim for her mouth as you start pissing on her. She shuts her eyes as your piss rains down onto her face, as some splashes into her mouth. Most of your urine soaks her cyan fur and rainbow mane as the ache in your bladder subsides. You sigh as your stream comes to a stop and you step away from her before heading back up stairs. You grab yourself a glass of water and take a seat on the couch. So far the only downside you see to training toilet slaves is that you have to wait to use them and you don’t have much else to do besides reading.
Downing your glass of water, you set the glass on the coffee table and go get yourself a pitcher of ice water from the kitchen. On your way back you grab your book on slave training on the way back, and flip it open. You spend the next hour drinking water and reading, flipping back and forth to reference different sections until an idea comes to you. While your main goal is to train your slaves to be toilet slaves, it would be nice to have them able to perform a variety of sex acts in case you decide to let them do something other than eat shit and drink piss. Thinking of using them, you bookmark your place in the slave training manual and head down into your dungeon. You make your way over to your yellow slave and squat down over her chest as she opens her mouth for you. Aiming your cock, you unleash a torrent of pale piss into her mouth as she looks up into your eyes. The look of pure submission she’s showing is very arousing, making it hard to keep your stream steady. You certainly can’t stop now or you’ll be too hard to get started again. As her mouth fills up, you aim your stream upwards and start soaking her mane as she swallows the piss in her mouth.
You finish emptying your bladder onto her mane, it’s soaked decently by the time your stream comes to a stop. As soon as the stream stops, your slave leans up and takes the tip of your cock into her mouth. She suckles gently on your cock head, first to clean you and then to pleasure you. She works her cock forwards and back on your cock for a few moments, slicking it with saliva. You gently pull your cock out of her mouth and move so that you’re kneeling by her ass. You lift her rear up, line your slick cock up with her tail hole, and press into her tight anal embrace. A groan slips past your lips as your slave’s ass squeezes you while you push all the way into her depths.
Your slave has a slight grimace on her face as you hilt yourself inside her ass, it’s clearly uncomfortable for her, which just means she needs more practice with taking a dick up the ass. You give her a few moments to adjust before you start thrusting. Gently rocking your hips you start slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of having her ass fucked. Her ass keeps squeezing you as you fuck her, her body subconsciously trying to push your cock out like it’s a turd. The feeling is amazing as you work your hips faster, driving your cock into her again and again, making her moan with each thrust. Her cute moans are music to your ears as you switch to thrusting as hard as you can. With how her ass is squeezing you, you’re not going to last long. It’s only a minute at most before you slam into her as deep as you can and blow your load. Rope after rope of your seed blasts into her depths, drawing a surprisingly loud moan of “Ah! Master!” from her as she cums. Her marehood expels a good amount of effluence onto your crotch and belly, as her body shudders and her clitoris winks. As your orgasm comes to an end and you start to pull out of your slave she gasps. As your dick slips out of her ass, it’s accompanied by a bit of brown stained cum as her anus gapes slightly.
“Good girl” you say as you reach down and stroke her mane. You get up after a couple of moments and make your way over to your other slave where you kneel by her head.
“Clean me.” You command as you shift your hips towards her, you semi-erect cock jiggling in her direction.
Your cyan slave leans over and wraps her lips around your cock. You can tell she doesn’t like the taste of ass, but she doesn’t really have a choice but to clean you. She works her tongue diligently over your shaft as it becomes hard again. By the time she’s done cleaning it, your cock is standing proudly and glistening with saliva. You give her the choice of sucking you off or getting fucked. She chooses to suck you off as she leans in and takes your dick back into her mouth. Your slave bobs her head as you rock your hips, driving your cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until you slip into her throat. She gags a little but relaxes and tries again, this time taking you a bit further in.
You groan as she pulls back and focuses on sucking on the tip of your cock, her tongue lapping and curling around your penis as she works. There’s no way you can last much longer, on instinct you grab the back of her head and push your cock deep into her mouth as you start fucking her face. You drive your cock into her a few more times before you pull back and unload all over her face. As you stroke your cock, it sprays strand after strand of seed onto her cyan fur. A couple of streaks add a touch of white to her rainbow mane, while the rest trail across her cheeks and chin. As your orgasm slows to a stop, you admire the lewd art you made of your slave’s face. With a satisfied smile, you wipe your dick on her chest and then make your way out of your dungeon.
It’s getting late in the afternoon, which means it’s time for you to start thinking about dinner. Looking through your pantry and freezer you decided to make yourself something nice and get to work. It takes you an hour but by the time you’re done, you have a nice cooked piece of salmon, atop a three cheese casserole. You dig in and have yourself a good meal while also still having a few more meals of casserole left for later. With dinner done, you pull a bottle of scotch from your liquor cabinet and pour yourself a drink.
Drink in hand you pick a book from your shelf and settle down to read for a few hours. Time flies and before you know it night has come, your scotch glass is empty and you are tired. Closing the book you were reading, you make your way to bed and sleep takes you quickly.
~ooo~
You wake to the sound of a hoof knocking at your front door. Looking at the clock on your bedside table, you find that it’s just after seven in the morning and that you’ve slept it. Rolling out of bed, you make your way to your front door and open it as you rub sleep out of your eye. Standing at the door is Rarity, holding a box in her magic and smiling up at you.
“Good morning, Non.” Rarity says with a bashful smile. “I’m sorry if I woke you, but I’ve finished the gear for your slaves.”
“It’s fine.” You reply as you step aside. “Come in and make yourself at home.”
“Thank you darling,” Rarity says as she makes her way into your house and over to your living room. She sets the box she has on the table and takes a seat on your couch. You close the door as soon as she’s stepped in and follow her to the living room.
“Tea?” You ask, and upon getting a nod you make your way to the kitchen where you put the kettle on to boil. While you wait for the water to boil you pull out all the dishes you need for a proper tea. It takes a couple of minutes to set up, but that’s all the time you need for the water to heat up appropriately. After pouring the water into the teapot, you carry the tray, laden with cream, sugar, and biscuits, out to the living room.
“Celestia Earl Grey,” you say as you set the tray down next to the box she brought in. “I know you enjoyed that last time, so I made it again this time.”
“Thank you,” Rarity says as she prepares herself a cup of tea. “As I said when you answered the door, I am sorry that I woke you, but I have your order ready.”
“It’s not a problem, Rarity.” You reply, making yourself a cup of tea and taking a seat in a chair. “I’m normally up well before seven, I just happened to sleep in unintentionally this morning. I’m impressed with how quick you got done.”
“It can be hard to stop when inspiration strikes.” She says with a smile before sipping her tea. “I will need to see how they fit, but barring any necessary adjustments, they’re good to go.”
“Certainly, but tea first and perhaps a proper breakfast.” You say after setting your tea cup back down from taking a sip. “From what you’re saying, it sounds like you didn’t sleep last night.”
“That’s correct, but it’s Friday and I can catch up on my sleep tomorrow.” She says before taking another sip of her tea. “Though, a light breakfast sounds lovely.”
“Then I will whip something up for you.” You say as you set your cup and saucer down on the coffee table. Getting up you make your way over to the kitchen, where you pull out the ingredients to make breakfast. It takes you a couple of minutes to whip up a one egg scramble for Rarity and a few more to make yourself something similar, but with three strips of bacon.
“Breakfast is ready.” You say as you step back into the living room carrying two plates. You set Rarity’s breakfast on the coffee table and sit back down in your chair.
“Thank you very much darling.” Rarity replies and uses her fork to scoop up some of the scramble. She takes a bite and smiles warmly. “This is delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it.” You reply with a smile.
Breakfast passes quietly between the two of you. Rarity devours her scramble, along with a couple of biscuits and downs a couple of cups of tea. There is some idle conversation between the two of you, ranging from weather to the latest scandal amongst the nobles, but nothing of real substance is said. Soon enough, Rarity is looking and sounding more energetic, so you suggest that it’s time to fit your slaves with their new gear.
“Certainly darling.” Rarity says as she opens the box that she brought with her. Inside are two sets of hoofcuffs, two sets of wing locks, two spreader bars, two collars, two nylon cords and two spider gags. The spreader bars look like they attach to the hoofcuffs, while the hoof cuffs themselves don’t seem to have any chains between them.
“Rarity, how do those hoofcuffs work?” You ask as you look them over. “They don’t seem to have any chains to connect them.”
“Ah, yes the hoofcuffs.” Rarity says with a smile. “They are my signature product. They use magical chains that connect them when they are put on.”
“I see.” You reply as you think on the items you see before you. “So the spreader bar can hook into them and replace the magical chains that would normally hold them together? And the wing locks work in the same manner?”
“Precisely.” Rarity nods and pulls out a strange looking bracelet. “The magical chain between the cuffs can be adjusted by this. It’s a control bracelet that will let you do the adjusting. I can show you how it works now but, it’s best if I show you how these work by putting them on your slaves”
“Sure, let’s go get them decked out.” You reply as you set your plate down and stand up.
Rarity follows you down into your dungeon and quickly starts equipping your yellow slave with the hoofcuffs, collar and nylon cord. The collar goes on first followed by nylon cord which is used to hold your slave’s tail out of the way so you can fuck them easier when they’re on all fours. Next come the hoofcuffs and wing locks, which replaces the rope you had been using to secure them. As soon as Rarity puts the first two on your slave’s forehooves, they link up with chains made of magical energy. The wing locks are next, and much like the hoofcuffs, they become connected with magical chains, albeit the chains connect both over and under them. When she replaces the rope on your slave’s hind legs with the hoofcuffs, chains of magic link all four of the cuffs together, at the same time the collar glows and so does the control bracelet, which Rarity floats over to you.
“Here you go.” She says as she opens the bracelet and then secures it around your wrist. “The bracelet is enchanted to read your thoughts for specific, preprogrammed commands. It will only react to those commands and nothing else.”
“Okay,” you say with a nod. “How do I keep my slaves secure? Since they will no longer be connected to the wall by rope.”
“There are a couple ways. First, there is this,” Rarity says as she pulls a black disk out of the box. “Place this upstairs and it will prevent them from leaving your dungeon unless you let them. Second, as long as you wear that bracelet and they are with you outside of your home, your slaves won’t be able to go more than one hundred feet. That range can also be adjusted with commands.”
“Okay, but what about if I need to chain them up at say, the nobles party?” You ask as you look over the command sheet that Rarity passes you.
“That’s where these come in.” Rarity holds up a padlock looking object. “These nodes will allow you to tether your slaves to any anchor you place the node on. Like for example, the wall anchors you have here in your dungeon.”
“Perfect.” You smile and take the offered node. You look over the command list and find the one to open the node’s clasp. The loop on the padlock shaped node pops up and swings out of the way so you can secure it around something. “This will work perfectly, thank you Rarity.”
“Absolutely, Non.” She replies with a grin. “Now for your second slave.”
The process is the same for your cyan slave, although she has to hold her down as the cuffs are put on. After a few minutes, your other slave is bound by chains of magical energy that connect her cuffs together. It’s a satisfying sight to behold, even more so when Rarity inserts the spider gags into their mouths, meaning you can use them much easier.
“Now that they are properly secured, would you like to use one of them?” You ask as you step over to your yellow slave.
“Absolutely, I haven’t used the bathroom today and I really need to go.” Rarity replies as she starts walking around your cyan slave.
“Then help yourself.”
Rarity walks around your slave until she’s standing by their head. Her horn glows and a magical hood appears from the collar, holding your cyan slave’s head in place. Squatting, Rarity lines her marehood up and unleashes a torrent of piss into your slave’s mouth. Her stream is a rich yellow and you can smell the coffee that she must have been drinking most of the night. Her toilet stands no chance of keeping up with the stream, and their mouth quickly overflows, spilling out onto the floor. Rarity doesn’t seem to mind, as she’s caught up in the bliss of relieving herself.
Turning your focus to your yellow slave, you kneel above her head and aim your cock at her open mouth. With a sigh, you begin to piss in her mouth; your stream is also a rich yellow, and has a strong smell to it. Unlike Rarity, you weren’t bursting at the seams, so you can take your time and let your slave swallow every drop of your piss. You paus as your slave’s mouth fills up, letting her swallow the golden pool that’s formed between her jaws. You smile as she looks up at you, while swallowing your liquid waste. As soon as her mouth is empty you begin filling it again. Your yellow piss pools in the depths of her mouth and slowly rises until you have to stop again so she can swallow. As soon as she’s finished you continue peeing in her mouth, though you don’t have much left in your bladder so your stream runs out before she has a full mouth again. Still, she swallows every drop that you give her.
Looking back to Rarity, you see that she’s shifted a bit forwards and is currently pushing a ball of shit out of her ass. The mushy shit drops from her tailhole and lands in your slaves mouth. Your cyan slave works her tongue to break apart the shit, and swallow it as Rarity looks down at her expectantly. It’s pleasing to see your cyan slave eating the fashionista's shit and cues you to make use of your other slave to relieve that need as well. Turning around you line yourself up and begin pushing a good sized turd out of your ass. The accompanying smell is pungent, but bearable as your shit falls into your slave’s open mouth. You pause and let her mush up the waste with her tongue before swallowing it down. It takes her a little bit but soon she’s ready for more. You push another log from your ass, this one is a bit larger but softer. It lands mostly in her mouth, but some catches on her nose as it falls. She gets to work on this one and quickly devours it, even licking her nose to clean it as best she can. You push out one last bit of shit, this little nugget is smaller than either of the others and your slave quickly swallows it.
As you stay squatted there, your slave’s tongue reaches up and starts probing your anus. She swipes her way around it, licking your taint clean of any traces of shit. You give her a smile and reach down to pet her mane while telling her that she’s a good girl. Looking back towards your other slave, you find that Rarity is using her mane to wipe her ass, having finished relieving herself. The hood of magic that was holding your cyan slave’s head in place has vanished, likely since she’s done using her.
“Thank you very much for letting me use her.” Rarity says as she walks over to you, carrying the box and the strange disk shaped object. “If you’re done, I would like to show you how to work this.”
“I’m good.” You reply as you stand up and lead Rarity out of your dungeon.
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.
You make your way over to your liquor cabinet and collect a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of raspberry liquor. Bring them to the kitchen and pull out the rest of the ingredients you need. It takes you a couple of minutes to make the cocktail, but when you’re done you have a rather nice looking, deep red drink. You also pour yourself a glass of bourbon and mix in just a little pomegranate juice, before bringing both drinks out to the living room. You set the cocktail in front of Gael before sitting back down in your chair.
“Thank Non, this looks wonderful. ”Gael says before taking a sip of the drink and smiling. “It’s really good.”
“It’s called Dragon’s Blood. Someone introduced me to it while I was in Manehattan.” You say before taking a sip of your own drink.
“I'm glad they did,” Gael says before taking another sip. "Just a thought, but maybe you should let me piss on your slaves at night and you only turn on the clean thingy in the morning?"
“That’s a good idea.” You reply as you set your drink down and think about it. “I’ll need to have the gas mask handy before I go down, but that’s doable.”
“I may not be able to do it this time—big griffon, big bladder, and it takes a lot to fill it—but I can certainly do it next time.”
“Even if it takes a bit to find a time, it will be good training for them.” You take another sip and think about it some more. “Plus the book recommends that you take breaks between intense training sessions.”
Gael nods and takes another sip of his Dragon’s Blood cocktail. “That’s probably for the best anyway, I can’t let my slave get out of her duties either.“
“Heh, yeah.” You reply as you set your empty scotch glass down. “These two will get plenty of practice before their big day. Which is something I am both dreading and looking forward to.”
“Heh, I’m surprised you’re scared of something. You’re always so fearless, Non.” Gael sets down his glass and looks at you.
“It’s not an outright fear, Gael. I worry that I will be recognized for my past life.” You shake your head. “Rarity recognized me, despite me having faked my own death.”
Gael snickers and then laughs, earning a punch for it. “Sorry, it’s just that Rarity enjoys reading murder mysteries, assassination stories, and other such dark fantasy books. I don’t think most of the nobles like them, but if you’re really worried, go ask her.”
“I will be.” You reply, shaking your head. “I really want this to work out, and I don’t want word that I’m still alive to get around to the mob bosses out in Manehattan.”
“I’d say go see her right now, but it’s getting kind of late for that.” Gael says as he looks out the window towards the slowly setting sun. “Speaking of, I should probably head back before I get too drunk to safely fly back.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you crashing down on some poor sod’s house. Knowing you, you’d go right through the place and end up on the other side of it.” You snicker a little.
“That was one time, Non, just once, and I paid to have it fixed.” Gael shakes his head as he stands and starts towards the door.
“I know, I still like to tease you about it.” you say with a wry grin as you walk him to the door. “Man, when you plow something, you really plow it.”
“Gah!” Gael slaps his tallons over his face. “I deserve that I suppose.”
“Heh, yeah, kind of.” You reply as you open the door for him. “Have a good evening Gael.”
“You too, Non.” With that, Gael takes to the sky and starts flying back to his place.
You sigh and close the door behind him. It’s late, but not so late that going to bed would make sense, so you go and pick up the training manual and continue reading. Slowly the sun sinks down to the horizon and by the time you’re done with the chapter on using your slave’s ego against them, the sun has sunk well below the horizon.
You decide to stop in and piss on one of your slaves before bed. Stepping down into the basement you find the two of them snuggled up together. You can’t help but to smirk as you walk up to them and clear your throat, your sudden appearance drawing a gasp from them, as they both look up at you.
“I was just going to use one of you, but since you’ve so nicely snuggled up I’m going to use both of you.” You say as you grab your cock and aim it at them.
Your yellow slave opens up her mouth ready for you to soak her and your rainbow maned slave. After a moment, your yellow slave nudges your rainbow one, who also opens her mouth for you. This gets a smile from you before you let fly with your piss. Your stream trails up your yellow slave’s belly until it hits her muzzle and begins filling her mouth. After a moment you swing your stream over to your rainbow maned slave, your piss splashing into her mouth making her gag a little but she doesn’t spit it out. You let your rainbow slave get a good mouthful before you aim your stream higher and sway it across both of their faces, soaking the fur with your strong smelling piss.
“Good slaves, I’ll clean you up in the morning.” You say as your stream comes to an end.
Your slaves lay there, soaked in your piss, continuing to snuggle together. As you turn to leave you hear a soft “Thank you, Maser” from your yellow slave. You smile at that before continuing up to your bedroom, where you flop onto your bed and fall asleep quickly.
The following morning, after a hearty breakfast and a good couple hours of reading, you head down into your basement again. Your slaves lay cuddled together, still smelling of piss from last night’s use. They both look up at you as you enter and slowly separate, your yellow slave sitting up and opening her mouth ready for you to use her. You blue slave is slower to follow suit, but she eventually takes the position her fellow slave has.
“Good slaves.” You say as you approach them. “I’m going to be using you for the most part this morning.”
You point at your blue slave as you move to stand in front of her. You cock half hard and your bladder ready to be emptied. You wait for a moment before sighing and stuffing your cock into her mouth. With a sigh you relax the control you have on your bladder, your bitter and salty piss starting to flow into her mouth. At first your stream starts slow, but it quickly picks up speed, your urine pouring into her mouth and pooling. Your blue slave swallows to try and keep up but she’s unable to and your urine starts to leak from the corners of her mouth.
With a sigh you pull your cock from her mouth, your piss splattering all over her face and getting in her eyes making her look away. You finish emptying your bladder onto her face, including her now closed eyes.
“You need to get better at keeping up with the flow of my piss.” You say as you step back from her. “When you’re serving as a toilet at one of the noble’s parties, you’ll be expected to keep up with whatever they give you.”
Your slave simply looks away from you.
“I know you can do better,” You say as you grab your slave’s muzzle and force her to look at you. “You think you’re hot shit? Prove it. I remember hearing stories about your life before I took you as my slave. You used to rise to any challenge and usually surpassed all expectations, so I challenge you to be the best toilet slave you can be. You already know you can’t escape, so why not put that energy towards it.”
She stares up at you, shock splayed across her face like a griffon sized facial. Slowly her shocked look becomes one of determination. “I’ll be the best toilet slave you’ve ever seen.”
You look at her and clear your throat. A moment later she adds. “Master. Sorry Master.”
“Better, now get on your back. I have a load of shit to feed you.” You say as you motion for her to roll over.
You blue slave obeys, laying down and rolling over onto her back, opening her mouth for you without being prompted. With a smirk you squat over her head, and begin pushing. The first thing she gets is a blast of gas from your ass. The smell makes her cough a little, but she quickly regains her composure, just in time for you to push the first log of shit from your ass. The turd slides out of you and drops right into her mouth with a soft plop.
“Chew it up and swallow it.” You command as you look down at her.
She obeys and starts chewing your shit, mashing it up with her teeth until it’s a fine paste before swallowing it down. She gagged a bit while chewing and swallowing, but she didn’t immediately retch and vomit.
“Good salve. Now I want you to let my shit collect in your mouth until I tell you you can eat it.” You tell her before starting to push again.
Your next turd is bigger, and lands partially out of her mouth, though it’s quickly joined by another smaller one that fills more of the space in her mouth. A third, rather tiny, piece of crap lands on top of it as the last of the shit you have in your bowels. Standing up you look at her and smirk.
“Excellent, you can scoop up the bit of shit that’s outside your mouth, but you cannot chew it yet.” You say as you walk over to your yellow slave. “I want you to become familiar with the taste, let it seep into your tastebuds.”
You press your ass against your yellow slave’s muzzle. “Clean me.”
You yellow slave quickly gets to work, her tongue digging into your ass and cleaning out the little bits of shit left on your puckered anus. As she works your blue slave gags a bit, struggling to just let the shit stay in her mouth. A minute passes and you pull your ass away from your yellow slave’s face.
“You can start chewing, Slave.” You tell your blue slave before turning around and sticking your now hard cock into your yellow slave’s mouth “Get sucking.”
As your blue slave starts to chew the shit, letting out choked gags and grunts as she does, your yellow slave starts sucking you off. Her tongue teasing the head of your dick, as she slowly works her way to the base of your shaft. Her throat takes you into its depths as your blue slave finally hits her breaking point and vomits up the shit she’s swallowed.
You sigh and shake your head as she pukes up everything you gave her this morning. You let your yellow slave deepthroat you for a bit as your blue slave recovers. Her tongue and throat work to get you off over another minute or two, with a not spectacular orgasm. When your orgasm comes to an end, you withdraw your cock from your slave’s mouth and go flick the switch to turn on the cleaning device. In short order the mess is cleaned away from the floor and your slaves.
Walking back over to your slave you stand above her and shake your head. “So far I’m not seeing any way that you’ll ever become a proper toilet slave.”
Your blue slave looks up at you, her gaze hardening and meeting yours. She looks away a few moments later as you turn and walk towards the stairs. “I will be back down with your fellow slave’s food in a bit. You get none until you can keep my shit down.”
With that you walk back out and begin preparing your yellow slave’s meal. A simple smoothie which only talks ten minutes to put together. When you head back down, you find your yellow slave squatting over your blue slave’s mouth, pushing her shit out into the waiting mouth. You stay and watch as your blue slave lets the shit pile up in her mouth and then start chewing through the mess. You keep watching as she slowly eats her way through the mess. When she’s swallowed the last of her fellow slave’s shit down you step up and give your yellow slave her smoothie.
“Good job, slave.” You say as you look down at your blue slave. “It’s good that your fellow slave helps you out with this. Now, I’m going to go about my day, and in a few hours I’m going to come back and check on you. I expect there not to be a mess on the floor from you vomiting up their shit.”
With that, you turn and walk back up the stairs.
Time passes slowly today. There’s not much to do besides training your slaves and that requires you to wait for your food to digest so you can feed them. You idly play with your cock as you read your training manual, well, read is generous at this point as you’re more flicking through it. You switch between firm strokes, gentle strokes and holding your cock as you edge yourself for a bit. Eventually, after edging yourself for about an hour you head down into your basement, intent on simply fucking your slaves.
Inside you find your blue slave laid out, lazily on the floor. No mess to be found from when she ate her fellow slave’s shit. Your yellow slave lays next to her, resting. You look between the two of them and decide pushing your blue slave might just make her vomit up the shit she ate, so you approach your yellow slave. Tapping your foot you tell her to get up and open her mouth, and when she obeys you stuff your cock into her throat.
You waste no time in fucking her throat, your already painfully hard cock is quickly swallowed down by your slaves throat. She gags a bit as you fuck her face but otherwise doesn't resist. Having edged yourself for quite a while beforehand, you quickly find yourself nearing your climax quite quickly. You don’t slow down, and when you climax you stuff your cock as far down your slave’s throat as you can, unloading your spunk down her throat as she chokes on your cock.
When you eventually pull back, you leave your slave gasping for breath without a single drop of spunk spilled. You give her a head pat and praise for taking it well. While coming down from your orgasm you feel the need to pee and command your blue slave to rise. When she stands you tell her to come and wrap her lips around your cock. As soon as she does you relax your control on your bladder and begin pissing into her mouth.
The sudden flood of piss catches her off guard for a moment but she quickly starts to drink your urine. Your stream is a bit too powerful for her to keep up with as some of your piss leaks out of the corners of her mouth, despite this she does her best to keep up and drink as much as she can. As your bladder finishes emptying into your slave's mouth you pull your cock from their lips to let them breathe again. She gags a little, and coughs out a few droplets of piss but otherwise seems fine.
“Good slaves,” You say as you pat their heads. “I’ll be back before bed.”
As you climb the stairs up you hear a knock on the front door. Opening it reveals Rarity, standing there looking gorgeous as ever.
“Hello Rarity. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” You say as you step aside to let her in.
“Sorry to drop by unannounced, Darling.” Rarity steps into your house. “I wanted to swing by and see how you were doing with your slaves training, and when you think they’ll be ready.”
“Ah, I’m guessing you’ve been getting inquiries about them.” You reply as you close the door and lead the way into the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Not right now darling, but perhaps in a bit, and yes, I have had a few of my ‘friends’ inquiring about them.” Rarity nods to you as she takes a seat on the couch.
You nod. “Understandable, the attention is good but a little premature. They’re still a work in progress.”
“I would like to try them out at some point during my visit, if you don’t mind.” Rarity gives a polite smile.
“I wouldn’t mind at all. My yellow slave is doing better than my cyan one, but both are struggling a little with their new duties.” You take a seat on your favorite chair. “I expect within a month at most I’ll have them trained up well enough to serve at a small party.”
“That’s good news,” Rarity says with a smile. “My friend group would like to invite you to a small party to show them off. Assuming of course you’d be up for that.”
“I would be, provided it’s a small one. I would like them to have a proving ground of sorts, to test their skills.” You nod.
“Of course. I will want to test them out prior to that party, to make sure they’re up to scratch.” Rarity explains as she relaxes on the couch.
“Certainly.” You smirk. “Until then, please feel free to drop by to try them out whenever you like.”
“I will darling, but for now, I’d like something to drink.”
“Of course.” You smile, get up and set about getting drinks for the two of you.
As you walk into your kitchen you call back, “Tea or something stronger?”
“Tea is just fine darling, a nice mint tea if you have it.” Rarity says as she relaxes on the couch.
“Of course, coming right up.” You reply and get to work on making the tea. “So, what’s this party going to be for?”
“To test your toilet slaves of course.”
“No, no, I mean what’s the occasion?” You ask as you get the kettle filled. “I may not have played the game as much as you but I know fancy parties always have an occasion.”
“Ah, yes. Officially it’s an introduction—your introduction—into our group.” Rarity says with a chuckle. “Sorry, I forget sometimes that you’re not completely new to the scene.”
“That’s fair, it’s been a while since I was in any way active around it.” You say as you get the tea and tea cups ready. “So it’s my initiation of sorts. That’s good, I’d rather know my allies on the floor than step in blind.”
“Quite right, I wouldn’t dream of dropping you in blind, darling.” Rarity says as she picks up the guide book you’ve been using and flips through the pages. “Not that you couldn’t probably play the floor like a DJ plays their records.”
“Probably, good thing we don’t have to find out.” You say as your kettle audibly starts to heat up. “So, who all will be at this party?”
“Fancy Pants and his wife, Fleur de Lis, Sassy Saddles who works in my Canterlot Boutique and Coco Pommel, a friend of mine out of Manehattan.” Rarity says as she closes the book and sets it down so she can look over her shoulder at you. “Like I said, it’s a small party.”
“Perfect,” you tap the side of the kettle to check the temperature and in the time you’ve been talking it’s reached the right temperature for making mint tea. Pouring the hot water into the cups and bringing them over you can’t help but to smile. “That will be a good test of their abilities.”
“Precisely the point, darling, to test their skills and show your own skills at training them.” Rarity smiles as she accepts the cup, taking a sip her smile widens. “This is a perfect cup of mint tea.”
“It’s a little secret of the bartending trade, using just the right temperature of water you get the most out of the mint without destroying the richness of the flavor.” You smirk. “You really should try my Mint Julep at some point.”
“Perhaps another day, to celebrate your success with your slaves.” Rarity nods. “Speaking of, how are you training them?”
“I’m letting them get used to the taste and build up the ability to hold it down first.” You pause to sip your tea. “No point in training them to keep up with a powerful stream of piss or a big load of shit if they can’t keep it down.”
“That’s fair. I look forward to seeing how well they handle themselves.” Rarity takes another drink of her tea.
“I will happily show you after tea.” You sip your cup and look down at the book. “That book’s been a big help. Breaking a pony for information is similar but not quite the same as making them into a slave.”
“No, I imagine not.” Rarity nods curtly and down the rest of her tea in a couple big gulps.
“Sorry, I could have phrased that better. I’ve found the book to be a good read.” You say as you grab the book and set it to the side. “I believe at one point you mentioned a suit, I assume you’d like me to wear it to this little party?”
“Yes, of course, that or perhaps a different colored one.” Rarity nods, setting her now empty tea cup down.
“Well, whenever you’re ready to make it just let me know.” You say and then down the rest of your tea.
“Certainly, darling.” Rarity nods as she rises from the couch. “Do you mind if we go and try out your slaves? I’ve been holding it for a bit and with this tea… the urge is getting rather noticeable.”
“Of course, please follow me.” You stand and lead Rarity down into your basement where your slaves lay waiting. “Take your pick.”
Rarity strides into the room and looks between your two slaves for a moment before stepping up to your yellow slave. “Be a dear and get in position.”
Your yellow slave rolls over onto her back and opens her mouth for Rarity. The alabaster mare turns around and squats down over her, and a few moments later her piss loudly splashes into your yellow slave’s mouth. Your salve moves her head up to wrap her lips around Rarity’s twat as she guzzles down the hot piss flooding her mouth. Though she’s not quite able to keep up, your slave does her best, and only spills a quarter of her drink.
Rarity’s sigh of relief quickly becomes a moan as your slave uses her tongue to clean her up. Teasing a couple more pleased coos from her before she stands up. “I’m impressed with how well she did, she even cleaned me.”
“Yeah, she’s a lot more experienced than she lets on.” You say as you flick on the cleaning spell. “I’m starting to think that she’s done this before.”
Your slave does the most obvious ‘shifty eyes’ expression you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but to chuckle as you flick off the spell.
“Existing skill or not, she did a good job.” Rarity smiles. “I expect your blue slave will need the most work, but I have no doubt that you’ll have them ready in time.”
“Indeed,” You nod, “she’s struggling a little but she’s made great progress, and soon she’ll begin her training to keep up with whatever she’s fed.”
Rarity smiles. “Excellent, I look forward to trying her out properly.”
“I hope to have you over later on in her training to help test her skills.” You lead Rarity back up to your living room. “For now though, I’ll need to know the date for the party and when you want me over for my measurements.”
“The party will be on the twentieth of next month, and if you’d care to come over on Monday, I can get your measurements for your suit then.” Rarity stops next to the couch.
“I can swing by Monday for that, and to let you know how they’re progressing.” You tell her as you start towards the door. “I know enough to know you need to get going to deal with other things, but thank you for coming over.”
“Of course, it’s been my pleasure and I look forward to… enjoying their progress.” Rarity smiles as she follows you to the door. “See you soon, Non.”
“Bye Rarity, see you Monday.” You shut the door behind her as she takes her leave.
Knowing that your slaves are going to be making a big appearance in a month draws you back to the book to go over the various techniques and tools for training up your slaves. After spending an hour reading you head back down to your basement. Stepping in, you see both of your slaves sitting, ready for you.
“I have just over a month to get you two ready to perform your job at a party.” You step up to your blue slave. “Which means I’m going to be using you as much as I can every day and you’re both going to be getting different training for the first two weeks.”
“You,” you point at your blue slave, “are going to be getting all of my shit, and all of your fellow slave’s shit. I need to get you to the point where you can keep it all down.”
“Where-as you,‘ you point to your yellow slave, “will be working on keeping up with whatever pace I set, since you’ll need to be able to keep up with whatever they can dish out. You’ll help me train your fellow slave to do the same once she can keep everything down. Understood?”
They both nod in understanding.
“Good, now I need to piss and your blue friend here needs a drink.” You aim your cock at your blue slave, who opens her mouth to let you slip inside.
With a tense and a sigh, you begin pissing down your blue slave’s throat. Your hot stream makes her choke a little and splash some out of her mouth but she recovers and continues to swallow down your piss, although she’s not quick enough yet and some spills down her chin. You tsk but finish up a few moments later, shaking your cock to send the last couple of drops down onto her muzzle.
“We’ll definitely need to work on your ability to keep up, but for now we need to train you to keep it down.” You pat her head once. “Tomorrow your real training begins.”
~~| Day 1 |~~
Coming down stairs in the morning you find your blue slave laying on her back, ready for you to come and use her. Her eyes lock onto you the second you step into your basement. She opens her mouth invitingly prompting you to walk over and squat over her. With a grunt and a push a turd starts to slide from your ass, slowly lowering towards her mouth before dropping into the waiting maw. She immediately starts chewing it up, a grimace plays on her face from the taste but she pushes through and swallows the mushed up shit, opening her mouth for more.
You oblige her, pushing out another turd, this one significantly larger than the last one, making it harder for her to get it all into her mouth and chew it up but she manages and after a half a minute she swallows it down, opening her mouth for more. You provide her with the last of your shit, a smaller turd that she’s able to mush and swallow down quickly. Standing up you beckon your yellow slave over and instruct her to also use your blue slave.
She quickly obeys and moves into position, squatting over her mouth. As she pushes out her first turd into your blue slave’s mouth, you tell your yellow slave to open her mouth and to do her best to keep up. She obeys and as she feeds your other slave, you start pissing in her mouth, not holding back at all. Your yellow slave struggles to keep up with the power of your stream, a good portion of it flowing down her chin and dripping onto your blue slave.
When you’re done pissing you instruct your yellow slave to finish up and to give your blue slave a drink of her piss. A couple more turds from your yellow slave and your blue slave gets her drink, and so far she’s keeping it down. You tell them that you’ll be checking up on them throughout the day, as well as using them before heading back up stairs for breakfast.
Coming down stairs later in the morning with their proper meals, you find your blue slave sitting next to a small puddle of vomit. Clearly having vomited up some of the shit she ate, but judging by the size of the puddle, she kept most of it down. With a sigh, you flick on the cleaning spell amp and the mess is wiped away in a matter of moments. Once the cleaning is done and the spell is off, you give your slaves their meals. Followed up by giving your blue slave a drink of your piss. She spills a fair bit before you grab her head and hold her down on your cock as you drain your bladder into her throat.
~~| Day 2 |~~
The next day rolls around and it’s feeding time for your blue slave again. This time you come down to find your yellow slave already feeding her, her shit dropping from her ponut straight into your blue slave’s mouth. She chews through the thick piece of crap as quickly as she can, swallowing down chunks of it rather than mashing it all up first. She nearly chokes as she catches sight of you but goes back to work as another nugget of poop lands in her mouth. She chews it down and when no more crap comes, starts cleaning up her fellow slave’s ass.
When she’s done you clear your throat and your yellow slave jumps a little, gliding off of your blue slave and looking sheepish. You tell her not to worry, and take your place above your blue slave, pushing out a stream of softer, but not liquid crap into her mouth, which she swallows down as quick as can be. Unable to keep up, your crap piles up in her mouth until it’s a small pile sticking up from her lips. Standing up after your finish, you watch her chew and swallow as you call over your yellow slave to clean you.
Your yellow slave scoots over to you and cleans you up eagerly as you watch your blue slave make her way through the pile of muck in her mouth. Eventually your blue slave finishes her work and you praise her for getting every bit of your shit, her eyes beam with pride at the praise. Your attention then sways to your yellow slave, who you command to come and drink your piss. She darts around you to your front where she wraps her lips around your cock early, and as you unleash a torrent of piss she swallows quicker than before, drinking your piss down much quicker than yesterday, and she spills a bit less than yesterday, but still spills some.
Finishing up with your bathroom needs you head upstairs and get ready to go shopping for the things you need to make their meals.
Later on that day, after giving them their meals, you head back down to check on your blue slave and use your yellow one. To your surprise there’s no mess on the floor and your blue slave seems to be handling herself well. You pet her for a moment as you pass her towards your yellow slave, your bladder begging to be emptied. Stepping up to your yellow slave, you wait for her to wrap her lips around your cock before you let fly with your piss. The rush of piss is powerful enough to make her choke a bit as she tries to drink it down. Some of your piss splatters out of her mouth and onto your crotch but she sucks most of the rest down, until she runs out of air in her lungs and she ends up splattering you with even more piss as she splutters and pulls off of your cock.
You instruct her to start off holding her breath for the initial burst, since that tends to the the most powerful part of the stream, and then as it starts to slow down, to let the urine pool in her mouth so she can breathe before swallowing the rest. She nods along and promises to do so next time.
~~| Day 3 |~~
Coming down stairs the next day you find your blue slave sitting next to a small pile of vomit, having puked up some of yesterday’s meals during the night. A quick use of the cleaning amp and the mess gone, letting you proceed with her meal for the day. She’s quick to get into position for you to feed her your shit. Taking your place above her, you slowly push out a rather fat turd that drops into her waiting mouth with a soft plop. Watching her chew your shit like that has your cock starting to get hard. Feeding her the next one, and having her stare up at you as she chews it, decides it for you.
As soon as she finishes your last nugget of shit, you roll her over and spin her around so you can fuck her. Driving your cock into pussy with a powerful thrust, you waste no time in starting to fuck her. Your hips slap lewdly against hers as you pump your dick into her, her body shivering and shaking as you grind your shaft against her g-spot, your balls slapping her winking clit. Ramming her harder and faster, you quickly push up to your peak, blasting your load deep into her. The sudden final push, and heat from your orgasm pushes her over the edge, her marecum soaking your crotch as she milks your cock hard.
When you’re done, you pull out of her and call your yellow slave over to clean you and drink your piss. She obeys and starts suckling on your cock, getting you hard enough that it’s easy to stuff your cock into her throat and piss down it. She struggles a little at the end, and ends up gasping for breath when you pull out. After she’s caught her breath for a moment, she takes her turn using your blue slave, and feeding her.
Having been fucked into a half-senseless state, your blue slave struggles to eat the shit she’s being fed, but she manages to get it all down, though she spends a little extra time chewing it. When your yellow slave finishes up with emptying her ass, she moves on to pissing in your blue slave’s mouth. The liquid waste demands more attention than eating solid shit, making your blue slave snap out of her afterglow and focus on her work. She swallows down the piss in a few big gulps but makes a bit of a mess from it.
“You’ll get the hang of keeping up later.” You tell your slave. “For now, let's focus on getting your body adapted to eating shit.”
Your blue slave smiles and nods happily at that.
~~| Day 5 |~~
Your quiet morning is interrupted with an unexpected knock at your door. With Gael busy at his store and Rarity having said that your suit wouldn’t be ready for at least a week, you’re unsure who it could be at your door. Reaching the door and opening it you’re treated to the sight of an old zebra friend who you haven’t seen for years.
“Kiburi?” You ask, a little surprised to see him standing there.
Kiburi smirks up at you, “The one and only. Miss me?”
“Of course I did.” You reply as you gesture for him to step inside. “It’s been way too long.”
“Way too long.” Kiburi nods as he steps into your house. “Gotta say, you’ve got a sweet setup here, a little simple for my tastes but still very nice.”
“It’s perfect for what I need.” You lead him into the living room and take a seat. “So, what brings you all the way out here?”
“You mean aside from visiting you?” He asks rhetorically. “I’ve retired from my previous position, so I have a lot of free time on my hooves.”
“Oh, I didn’t think you were close to retiring yet.” You reply, mimicking his emphasis on the word.
“Yeah, it wasn’t exactly my choice but it was the hand I was dealt.” He sighs and shakes his head. “The severance package was good though.”
“Thinking of setting up out here?” You ask with a smile. “It’d be nice to have you around.”
“I was thinking of getting the lay of the land and seeing what options I had around here.” He looks around the room. “All jokes aside, you do have a really nice setup here.”
“You haven’t seen the half of it.” You reply with a sly smile. “But first things first, what good host doesn’t offer his guest a drink.”
“No way.” A look of disbelief crosses Kiburi’s face. “You didn’t.”
“Yes, I did, and after some drinks you’re free to use them.” You say as you stand up. “So, what do you want?”
“Uh, just a hard cider or two for me.” Kiburi replies after shaking the shock off of his face.
“Coming right up.”
You head to the kitchen and pull out a small case of hard cider bottles and bring it back to the table. “Good to see you remember that alcohol is a diuretic.”
“Spend enough time around you and you remember those kinds of things.” Kiburi takes the bottle and uses his hoof to pop the cap off of it. After taking a sip from his bottle, he gives an appreciative hum. "This is really good."
"It should be, it's from the local Apple Family farm." You reply as you crack open your own cider and sip it. "Not quite as popular as their fresh made cider, but still quite good."
"It's certainly better than some of the ciders you get back home." Kiburi smirks. "Like that cactus cider you tried."
"Stars, that stuff was awful." You reply with a shudder and a chuckle, sipping your cider to wash down the memory. "I don't know who could stomach that stuff, but they are a living legend."
"Yeah, that or they simply have no taste buds." Kiburi chuckles as well. "Moving from unpleasant topics to more pleasing ones, you finally got yourself a slave."
"Two actually, and both are currently being trained as toilet slaves." You correct him. "I'll be showing them off at a small party up in Canterlot and then eventually they'll be serving at a bigger party."
"Heh, assassin turned slave trainer, hell of a career change for you Non." He says, pausing to take a swig of his cider. "Figured you'd have done everything to stay away from the movers and shakers."
"I originally did, but this opportunity is too great to pass up. Becoming a well known toilet slave trainer has a lot of benefits, not just money but a steady stream of new ponies to use as I train them." You sigh. "Only one pony has recognized me in town, and she's a crime drama fanatic. I can't deny that there is a chance I will be recognized, or at least considered to be The Man With No Name, but it's up to me to confirm it."
Kiburi nods, "I just hope you'll be careful, nobles can be cunts."
"I will be." You reply.
Kiburi finishes his cider with an appreciative sigh. "Compared to Manehattan this place is really calm, I can see why you chose it."
"It's a lot better, but it still sees some action." You chuckle. "Like the time a braggart of a stage magician came through town and caused a big ruckus. Her stories got a couple of kids to bring an Ursa Minor into town for her to beat."
"Oh ancestors, that sounds awful." Kiburi shudders.
"Yeah, the thing took all of the town guard, the local griffon butcher—Gael—and the assistance of the strongest stallions and mares in town to kill the thing." You shake your head. "I was still waiting for the construction on my house to finish, so all my old tools were in storage and I stayed out of the fight."
"Smart choice." He nods. "What happened to the stage magician and the foals?"
"She became Gael's slave, the foals died during the fight."
"Ah, a fitting punishment for her, shame about the kids."
"Honestly, if they hadn't died in the fight, they probably would have died to something else with how stupid they were." You down the rest of your cider and set the bottle down on the table.
“Same old Non, never one to beat around the bush on that kind of thing.”Kiburi chuckles.
“No point, anyway, if you’re feeling ready we can head down to use them.” You gesture towards the hallway leading towards your room.
“Yeah, I think I’m ready enough.” He replies while getting to his hooves. “Plus, we could probably use them in another way too~”
“You’re more than welcome to use them however you like, so long as you don’t damage them.” You also stand and lead the way to your basement door.
Entering the basement and heading down the stairs to where your slaves are, you find them tribbing. The two of them look up at you in surprise as you and Kiburi step into the room.
“By all means, ladies, don’t stop on our account.” Kiburi says as he takes a seat at the base of the stairs and watches them.
You slaves look to you, asking permission to continue
“As my friend said, no need to stop.”
With permission given they continue to have their fun, soft moans coming from the two of them as they work their way up to a mutual climax. The potent scent of their juices fills the room as both you and Kiburi step up to them, both of you hard and eager for attention.
“Tend to us.” You command and your slaves move.
You yellow slave moves over to Kiburi, slipping under him to begin kissing and sucking on his cock. Her lips and tongue dragging along the length of his cock as she works her way down to his balls. While she works, your blue slave moves over to you and wraps her lips around your cock, slathering it with her saliva as she works it further and further into her mouth. Eventually she manages to slip your dick into her throat, gagging on it a little as she does her best to deep throat you.
Next to you, your yellow slave does her best to take as much of Kiburi’s cock into her throat and succeeds quite nicely. She slowly manages to work her way down to the base of his impressive cock, only struggling a little as she does. Though her sucking and deep throating are quickly co-opted by Kiburi who starts fucking her face. The lewd sounds of her gagging as her face is fucked gives you an idea.
You wrap your hands around your blue slave’s head and start face fucking her too. She struggles way more than your yellow slave as you hammer her throat, which convulses pleasingly around your shaft.She drools and chokes around your cock as you use her throat as your personal fleshlight.
Kiburi climaxes way faster than you, moaning loudly and holding tight to your yellow slave as he unloads his cum down her throat. His hips rocking a little as he empties into her, pulling back and letting her gasp for air after a few moments. “Damn, I was more pent-up than I thought.”
“Heh, yeah, you’re usually not that quick of a shot.” You grunt out as you continue to fuck your blue slave’s face.
With the way her tongue is lashing around you’re not going to last much longer yourself. Maybe a minute later you groan as you pump your spunk down your slave’s throat, letting her go about halfway through your orgasm and splattering her face with a couple of shots of cum as she pulls off your cock and coughs.
“Okay, now I really have to pee.” Kiburi says as he steps up to your yellow slave, his cock hanging out of his sheath as he gets ready to use her.
Your yellow slave wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, and a few seconds later Kiburi sighs letting his piss flow into your yellow slave’s mouth. She lets his piss fill her mouth for a little bit before swallowing. A little leaks from the corner of her mouth as she swallows the first load, after that though she keeps up quite nicely. Swallowing regularly and dowing every drop he gives her.
You smile proudly before you turn your attention to your blue slave. “I also need to use you for that.”
She steps up to you and opens her mouth, waiting for you to use her. Taking hold of your cock, you aim at her mouth and force your bladder to relax, sending a stream of light yellow urine sailing into her mouth. The satisfying sound of your stream splattering against the inside of her mouth and then into the pooling urine makes you genuinely smile, as does the way she leans forward to wrap her lips around your cock to catch your urine as she swallows down her existing mouthful.
Some of your piss escapes her lips as she swallows, but far less than what you’d expect. “Good job, slave.”
She blushes at your praise and works harder to make sure she doesn’t waste any of your piss. As the last of your piss flows down your slave’s throat and you pull away from her you look to find that Kiburi is already done.
“When’d you finish?” You ask as you scratch behind your blue slave’s ear.
“A bit ago, didn’t want to interrupt your moment.” Kiburi smirks. “She seems like she’s doing well.”
“She’s doing better than before, and getting better every day.” You look down to your blue slave proudly. “Of course we do have a time limit.”
“Really?” Kiburi asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep, that party I’m going to in Canterlot will be happening in twenty-five days” You reply as you start towards the stairs “How about we get some lunch and take a walk around town, so we have something more solid to give them when we get back.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kiburi smirks and follows you out of the basement.
A few hours later you and Kiburi return, making your way down to the basement.
"It's a shame that I couldn't introduce you to Gael today, but I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet him soon." You say as you step into the basement proper.
"He certainly sounds like an interesting griffon." Kiburi chuckles.
"I'll tell you more after we feed these two." You say as you walk over to your blue slave. "Best you make use of my yellow slave, with the size of your loads I'm not sure my blue slave could keep up."
Kiburi nods and walks over to your yellow slave, "very good point."
Your yellow slave rolls onto her back and opens her mouth, ready for Kiburi to feed her. Already knowing what to do, Kiburi shimmies himself into a squatting position with his ass over her face and his tail hiked high. With a grunt and a push the first log of shit falls from his ass and lands in your yellow slave's mouth with a soft splat. The thick feces proves a bit of a challenge for her to chew through, but after a few powerful chomps,she manages to get it broken up into more manageable pieces, letting her chew and swallow all of it.
The moment she finishes the first hunk of shit, Kiburi pushes out another, this one is a bit smaller and softer, letting her devour it a bit quicker and opening her up to receive a very soft and very massive third load of shit. The soft serve scat pours from Kiburi's ass like chocolate ice cream from a fairground ice cream machine. The soft—thick—muck filling your yellow slave's mouth is a challenge, but one she rises to as she swallows down every bit of it. When the flow of semi-solid crap ends, she leans up and cleans Kiburi's ass, licking up every bit of shit she can find.
"Well done, slave." He says as he scoots a little further back so he can point his cock at her face. "I also have another drink to give you."
Your yellow slave happily opens her mouth for him, and after a moment his cock twitches and lets loose a stream of pale urine. His piss flows into her waiting mouth, washing away some of the leftover muck from his bowel movement. As she drinks down his piss, your attention turns back to your blue slave.
"Assume the position, slave." You command and after a few seconds you blue slave is on her back with her mouth open. “Good slave”
You position yourself over her waiting mouth, and with a deep breath, you begin to push your shit out of your ass. The first log takes a considerable amount of effort to push out, the large clump of dung falling right into the back of your slave’s mouth, giving her an instant taste of your foul waste. She gags a bit as that first taste of your waste overpowers her senses. After a couple of moments getting her gagging under control, she starts chewing up and swallowing your waste.
Mashed up chunk after mashed up chunk goes down her throat until there’s nothing left of that first log. When she finally finishes that first log, you push again and drop another one into her mouth. This one is a bit harder, forcing her to properly chew it and not just break it into pieces that can be mashed up by her tongue. A drizzle of urine rains down onto her face from your cock as she works, soaking the fur on her forehead and her mane.
As much as you’d like her to finish the log she’s working on now, you have more to give that simply won’t wait. The drizzle of urine turns into a stronger stream as you push out more crap, which falls onto her muzzle, forcing her to pause in her work to collect it and add it to the shit she’s chewing. After a couple more soft logs of shit, you stand up and leave your slave to do her job.
Your attention swings over to Kiburi, who is already done and simply watching your blue slave work. “Seems like she’s getting the hang of it.”
“She is, but she still has a ways to go to catch up to yellow.” You say as you point over at your yellow slave who’s laying there on the ground smiling happily and licking her lips.
He looks between the two of them and nods, “I can see that now.”
“She has made astounding progress since the start of her training.” You reply as you turn your gaze back to your blue slave.
She’s continuing to work on eating your shit, scooping up the bits that missed her mouth when you were feeding her. Despite the somewhat pale look she has, she’s managing it well enough.
“Let’s leave her to her work, we still have a lot to catch up on.” You say as you head to the stairs.
“We certainly do.” Kiburi nods and follows along.
~~| Day 6 |~~
The following morning you head down into your basement to find your slaves snuggled up together again. Both wide awake, simply choosing not to get up until you arrive. The two of them quickly move to take their place in front of you, waiting for you to decide who’s getting used first.
“It’s good to see the two of you ready to go like this.” You say as you step up to your blue slave and take your cock in hand. “Kiburi will be coming around tomorrow to use you, blue.”
Your blue slave looks a little nervous but nods and opens her mouth for you to use. With a sigh your cock sprays a stream of urine into her mouth, quickly forcing her to lean in and wrap her lips around your cock to prevent it from spilling. Her throat works to dutifully swallow down every drop of piss you give her, impressively not spilling any. When you pull your cock from her mouth you give her ear scritches.
“Well done, blue, well done.” Your praise prompts her to puff out her chest a little. “As for you, yellow, you’ll be getting my waste a little later. I need to make my breakfast and then your smoothies first.”
With that you leave your slaves to wait for your return.
