[Scat] Lustbound Congestionby SeptiaChapters[Scat] Lustbound Congestion[Scat] Lustbound Drain[Scat] Lustbound Entertainment[Scat] Lustbound Gathering[Scat] Lustbound FlushLustbound Hype[Scat] Lusbound Installation[Scat] Lustbound CongestionLustbound Congestion Written by Septia. -Ppwrrrfft- I felt the air rattle in the wake of Sinder's vapors. Catching a glimpse of her auburn tail fluttering in the exchange of gas. I took it in; a funk that titillated my nostrils with just a hint of peach lingering in the simmer of steam. “Ooo, that one was hot, I could feel it from all the way here,” I call out from the couch as Sinder finished plating the chips. “You're Groooss,” she called back, sauntering in with the movie snacks. My eyes trailed her hind as she walked past. “You know my face is available, should you ever feel the need to go~.” Sinder shuffled her tangerine cheeks into the cough and crunched some chips. “Reign, how much of a perv you gonna be today? Sheesh, just shut up, will ya?” Sinder said with a nudge to my shoulder. “You know what'd shut me up good? Bricking up that wide load of an ass on my face~” Sinder rolled her eyes with an amused scoff, “Yeah I bet you'd enjoy that.” I let out a little sigh. We'd made progress, for sure. Least this was better than never talking about it. As the movie played we sunk back into the couch, putting away chips and exchanging a kiss once in a while. A cozy thursday afternoon. -Ghhbbrrgglgs- The growl quaked through the very couch, I could feel it rattle up my hind moments before Sinder clutched her barrel. “Ooopfhgs… Reign, pause, pause,” she lamented as she wrapped her hooves tighter. “What? Honey are you okay?” “Fine,” she wheezed, “Those enchiladas just aren't sitting that well…” I peek at her tummy. Opportunity presented on a silver platter, “You know babe, you don't have to get up.” She peeked at me. “I mean, I'll help you out~.” Sinder sucked her lip. “Reign, babe,” she muttered, “I'm serious.” “I'm serious too.,” I clutched her hoof and peered into her eyes, sharing a warmth built up over years together. “Babe. Come on, I can hold it. I cant just-” “It'll be cool. I promise my face's comfier than a cold old seat.” “Ssnnf…” -Bbrglglpgh- her gut roared once more. “Aah fine, okay, but not a word to any pony else.” My eyes gleamed. It was really gonna happen. She shuffled up from the couch just enough for me to wedge my head beneath her rear. Slotting my muzzle into the plush curtains of her flanks which billowed over my features, to the twitching brim nestled in the depths of her crack. “Ommmnnf,” she shuffled awkwardly. “Don't expect to make a habit out of this… this just solves my personal emergency and your pervert emergency in one swoofwhhmmmfg…” she huffed out. -Ghrrbghhgs- The gurgle of her guts spiralled down her bowels and I felt the reverberation of the orange buns clapping into my cheeks. My face was steaming in the excitement. It wasn't the most romantic moment I could have imagined doing it in, but it was gonna happen. Piping fresh straight from Sinder's fudge factory. -Ghrghgshtct- Another growl. It was getting close, soon I'd-. -PPPwrrrflllrprprprtsh- The force of the flatulence smacked the flanks over my muzzle, anchoring me to them physically as the gas flooded my features. The heat, the soothing moisture, the… t-the… My face scrunched up. What left my girlfriends' rear was not a fart, it was… a miasma; a dense fog worming its way through the depths of my nostrils, down the corners of my eyes, past my pursed lips, hooking into my senses with serrated jags of rust and burning plastics. “Phfhaa-. Ooogush... pah-…” I coughed it back, though it only sought its way back into me, after recoiling on the orange buns… Where was the comfort? Where was that tantalizing aroma and peachy character? Every semblance of lewd musk was banished, broiled away until nought but raw vitriol fumigated me. I felt my head pulsating inside my skull… maybe, this one just, was overripe. Yeah, something wrong with it. My girlfriend's fart couldn't be… couldn't be… “Oomph. O-ok, get ready b-babe…,” she huffed out above me. -Sllpgshrlt- The cheeks clamped onto me, and I watched the brim… twitch. -Cllprth- -Clpprsth- Then gradually, swell, budding outwards, until… -Shhrrllprsffrt- The brim peeled back with a crinkle of wood pulp, the berth of the pucker caving under the girth of raw umber. The humidity radiating form it was concentrated in the crack and slammed into me; a wall of pungent filth that sprouted through my nostrils and clogged them with an air of distilled mildew. How could it be worse? How could it be… so much worse? I reach up, grabbing onto my girlfriend's flanks. The broom resting on a pair of yarn wads making up her cutie mark had never seemed this intimidating. “Gmrnnghsa, aah this is gonna be a big one…,” she huffed out above me. -Gbbrnnpgh- her weight shifted, cheeks, piled onto me, pinning me under the brunt of her body weight. I hadn't realised she'd held herself up until now, when her ass mangled me into part of the butt-groove on the couch, and the pillar of muck, -Chrlrpssgrrrlth- slotted into my maw. It punctured past my lips, this battering ram of congealed fermentation, tugging my lips in the clutches of the gluing ichor coating its surface, subjecting me to the onslaught of manure packing down my maw. It wasn't meaty. It wasn't soft or supple. It rejected all the notions I had painted it up to be. Instead… it was crude oil… putrid tar, barrelling down my throat like a sledgehammer, plastering a skid mark of burnt rubber onto my tongue as it contorted my gullet, malforming my flesh in its invasion. -Sqrrhhrlspqsgh- I couldn't tell if the squelching retch of vibrations was my own tissue distorting, or the mulch compiling… “Mmgpgsh mfmpsoo. Ooo you can… m… really take it back there, huh?” Sinder huffed. “Mgpgl Mgpgh,” I couldn't move. Her desperation subsumed me as the ballast unloaded. Torching muck egressed from my partner's hot ass, to immediately marr my lips and plunge into me. Each breath I had to take in went through the tangled web of fractured bile, wheezed through the neck bloated and warping around the contorting salvo of sludge. -Pfprbrphrrrpt- another puff of gas flushed over me, greasing my face in the noxious air, hooking deeper into the puncture in my nose left by the first bellow. Smelling salt in the wounds. I kept swallowing and swallowing, just for a gasp of air, the cheeks rustling around me. “Mfmfs. Phoo, that's actually, oomf. I can feel how much your muzzle waited to wedge up my ass…” she huffed out… -Fllchhrlsptah- The mare pinching off another salvo of manure, lounging back in the cough as the bales constipated her boyfriend's entire gullet… “Haaaamfmsm wwmmmoooo… phew, ooh that's good…” Sinder huffed out, sweeping her cheeks down over me, lingering as her focus drew back to the show. I brushed over her cheeks, kneading into them, until she lifted a flank. “Hey perv, sorry if you need some air, I don't think I have any left in me.” I pried my face out of her crack -Slclrlpsth- with a crinkle of clotting glue, tethers of grease and… grime stretching between our lips… “Phew, was that ever a cheesy load. So, I'm actually kinda curious, what'd ya think of all my fresh fudge?” That wasn't fudge. That… was sewage. “Aw babe you're so cute when you are wide eyed. Don't have to say anything, just bask in the taboo glory of my flanks, the one chance you got it~” She teased and tugged me up onto the couch, wrapping a hoof around my and nuzzling against my neck. “Phew, you reek like a batch of spoiled peaches.” “A-ah…, yeah, t-that was a lot.” “But don't think you got full access to my haunches just cause you got there once, ok babe?” I let out a soft sigh of relief. My head was still steaming… I could – still – taste it in my ears… how? “Unless…” I swallowed. “You ask nicely, or I – really – have to go~.” I put on a grin and nodded. The bulk of the dump still weighed in my guts… ~ 1 ~ “Hey, babe? Babe?” I groaned, turning over in bed, robbed from slumber, feeling the blankets in a tangle over my frame. I peeked up at Sinder, “Mm… y-yeah?” She beamed, then stifled her expression, “I'm going to the bathroom.” I blinked, “Okay?” A soft snicker. “Just wanted to let you know~.” She sauntered off with a sway of her cheeks. I laid back, groggy, yet wide awake. That was, rather frisky of her. A few days passed without major incidence. “Pheeo, I don't know what I ate, but I'm, so constipated,” Sinder said as she waltzed through the door. I looked up form washing the dishes and smiled, “Feeling a bit backed up~?” “Oooh yes, enough that I don't know if the toilet can survive this load,” she said, lips curling up to reveal a toothy smirk. “Hope you'll… go easy on it then.” “Don't know if I can promise that,” she said with a swish of her tail, “but if it chokes on us… I'll be sure, to let you know to clear your throat,” She strutted off with steps that hefted and accentuated her cheeks with soft bounces, waiting between each tread for maximum jiggle. My eyelid twitched. Just… how serious was she…? It was just banter… right? Right? I tried to think of her rump. -Chrrrllghs- But it only made my stomach knot… The week progressed. A dinner home, together. We chatted about the week whilst munching up the refried bean and thistle stew. “… So then, Tulip did drop her wrench, and you know what happened next?” “You can't be serous.” “Yup, I can,” Sinder said proud, “I caught it, hoof only, no magic.” “Wow, weird how you were just talking about it, and then it happened. Think Tulip dropped it on purpose or was it just a coincidental?” “She'd have to climb all the way down the house's foundation to get it again. Would be a prank that cost her a lot of construction time.” “Good thing you caught it, I know I wouldn't have been able to.” Suddenly, Sinder smirked, “Don't put yourself down, babe. I know something you'd be… an expert, in catching.” I swallowed, and looked right into her hot, searing eyes, drilling me. “You know, if you'd like some more of this tasty meal,” she said, putting on her sultry voice, “just have to wait a bit for my gut to be done with baking it… a bit of, re-refried beans, how's that sound?” -Gllmmp- I swallowed, peered down to the plate. This stew… a mushy glut of dark muck. Slimy strands of thistle forming a membrane. It almost looked like… But, shouldn't have. Was it made on… purpose? “S-so hey, that high rise is gonna have its foundation done by the end of the month, right?” Sinder blinked, gaze neutered, “Oh, well, maybe another moon, actually.” “Ah, right. Condo building again?” “Yeah,” she then corrected herself. “Condos with store-fronts on the bottom floor.” “Right, so the standard affair.” “Ee-yup,” she said with a pop of her lips. The silence hung in the air between us like a stale fart. Sinder strode past me. -Brrroomfmth- And laid out a haunch clapping fart in my path, a reek simmering up my nostrils. She didn't comment on it. Just strode on. It had been over a week now… She had gotten more frisky with it, though also, quieter. Maybe I should talk to her… eh. That'd be awkward. ~ 2 ~ -Frlrlspsshth- -Cldlpsthn- A door slammed opened as the toilet still flushed. “Reign, come here.” “Sinder? Something you need?” She wrapped her hoof around my neck and tugged me into the bathroom. The reek still lingered. “I just finished, and we're out of toilet paper~” “I'll go pick up som-” “Oh, babe, just let me treat you to this,” she said as her horn glowed. Restraining me in a field of crystaline energy. She scooched her hindquarters up onto my face -Cslpgtht- “Just get in, there is a little chocolate kiss for you to smooch, babe.” The tart whistle of tar stung down to my throat, her winking, smeared rim reeking of dead beans. “Mfbgb babe,” I mumbled. -Sflflpsh- She only slid her cheeks back further. She was serious. With a shaky breath, I let my tongue roll out, and tentatively brushed through her crack -Shrlrlspt-. It congealed in my maw. “Mfns. aaah. That's, soo nniicee… o-of you, babe. Better thank me proper amsmf fmms, after getting to lap my pucker clean. Don't you like wading down my stinky crack? I know how long you've mfI'vm fms you've waited for this.” The putrid taste was outmatched by the haunting realization that had nested for too long: Sinder, really, liked it. But I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. Our toilet paper drained faster that usual. We seldom had any. One time I saw the bin full of crumpled up plies. It wasn't even hidden, more a display of blooming paper… Soon, I was in the bathroom with her every time she went. A waste to buy more toilet paper, when she had me. I Thought I'd build up a resistance to the taste. But the count was on seven now… and It looked glum. ~ 3 ~ “Oomph… babe,” Sinder said as she dragged me into the bathroom. “I've really pigged out on enchiladas, again. Mmy, worshippable booty, feels like it might explode with creamy, fluffy mare chocolate. You know we can't handle the plumbing bill. Think you could mend me? Tour sweet lips to my hot pucker and give it a thick, muddy kiss?” My eyelid twitched, biting down on my lower lip and shaking. “Sinder, n-no, I won't.” Saying it shook my spine. She too, froze mid-drag into the toilet, and just stared at me. It was tough, but, I'd have to say it sooner or later-. “Oh, for Luna's sake, stop. Enough with this playing hard to get, jam your face up my rump and choke on my dung,” she restrained me, and shifted to jail my face in her ass; I caught a glimpse of her gaze. It was warm. But, unlike the fiery passion we''d shared, this was the tempered, flames having forged it into steel. -Sgglllrgllrrcht- Her cheeks buried me. -Flsrphthgrlrpgttsss- And she relinquished her load right into me, my face getting caked in a clump of mulch before I was forced to part my lips, and… chug. Chug and feel my tastebuds fry, my cheeks swelling, and my gullet engorging in rolling dunes of warped skin, filth searing my sinews and mangling my maw. It wasn't fluffy, it wasn't smooth or succulent, it was raw. Raw, gritty, honest. From the spun sugar in my mind to coarse pepper assaulting my throat. “Mmgng smpgahaa oough ayes, amfms, your face feels so good up my ass… get your muzzle in there, fms. You deserve it. You deserve all the attention my ass can give you, fsm, sm eat it all you muck glutton…” she groaned out between pants and shudders. My senses were smothered in the tepid avalanche curling down my neck, constantly congesting my throat. I tried to close my eyes, to grin and bear it; but locking my other senses, only amplified the vile mulch. -Chrlpgshhyllch- The slimy crinkles of each tough chunk burrowing down my neck and swelling my cheeks like a toad. Trapped in this cage of groggy putrefaction with the feminine manure of my girlfriend’s love. ~ 4 ~ “Phoo, there.” Sindre said, standing up and fanning over her muzzle. A cough creeping up at eher rear. “Aww, come now. That wasn't such a bad one, or maybe it just wasn’t enough for you. I'll pig out a bit for you over the weekend. But, speaking of…” Sinder said, leaning closer. “Don't you think we… should make it official?” I shuddered. “I mean, you've been here for, two weeks? Oh wait, has it been a moon already? Wow, and you've been out like… twice? Thrice? And that's just because I couldn't be bothered to get up~. So, I called a friend over, to introduce us proper~. So sit tight, and be on your best behaviour, alright, mud pie?” ~ 5 ~ Point Post wiped his brow with a wing, “Just gonna use the bathroom, be back and join you in a sec.” The pegasus called out to Sinder. A bit strange, they'd been playing games for well over two hours, and Reign still wasn't back yet. But, if he knew him, his friend would show up sooner or later. Point lifted the toilet lid. “F-finnally,” I cried out. “Whoaoa,” Point stumbled back and dropped the lid back over me. It echoed hollow, but soon he peeked in side. “That's, really you.” I nodded as much as I was allowed, neck jammed up the toilet bowl, the rest held in a magically expanded chamber in the drains. Stale muck caked the seams where porcelain met my yellow coat. My mane a tangled mess. “What…? Oooh wow, you finally got your wish. Wow I'd never think Sinder would go along with this,” Point swelled in joy, “You gotta tell me how-.” “This wasn't my idea.” “Huh?” “I don't… I don't like this as much as I thought I would.” “Huh. And you're, still here.” “I couldn't say no.” “Why should, dude, hang on, how do you get out?” “Whe-when Sinder wants me to…” “Wus’ that?” “She lets me out if she can't take her eyes off her who's, but still gotta… take a…” “Wow…,” Point mulled it over. “That's, pretty pathetic, dude.” I frowned, “Will you please, please just help me?” “Ok, ok, dude, I understand. Of course I will.” I let out a sigh of relief. “On… one condition.” “Yes, I'll forgive you for never returning my Playcrate XXX, it isn't even that big a de-.” “I wanna cum on you.” The sheer candour broke my expression, “Hh-huh?” “Dude, you realise how hot this is? How could I miss getting my dick sucked off by a toilet?” “That's not-. Point.” “Just a quickie? Please? I know you'll like it too, perv. I've done more than enough erp with you to know what makes you tick.” Apparently not, when not even I seemed to know tha' I thought, but swallowed. “Ok, I'll do it, just be quick before.” -Kfthnnnd- The door slammed open. “Point,” Sinder called. “Woahoa, yeah?” “You ruined the surprise.” “Oh, sorry, Reign was just.” “I'm not talking to you…” she stepped past him, staring down at me, her anger framed in the oval of the white ceramics. “You've ruined everything.” “B-babe wait-” -Tthndk- The lid slammed shut. “My sincerest apologies for the toiletry, Point. Come, I think I know a way to… make it up to you…” I heard it echo in the distance as they stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me again to stew… in stale excrement. I waited… the day faded into evening. And evening into night. They didn't come back. ~ 6 ~ -Cttnn- I woke to the creak of the lid, blinking sleep out of my eyes as I stared up at a blur of blue coat, shrouding my vision as it -Thdnwp- planted onto the seat. “Morning, Reign.” “P-point?” “Yeah… pho… y-yeah,” he huffed. I saw his stallionhood droop down, a trickle of urine introducing an acrid air of ammonia in the stuffy bowl. Though this odour intermingled with dried sweat, and crusted, briny musk… His dick still pulsed as the bowl stunk of lovemaking. “P-point… what did y-you do?” “Phew… I know what you like in her, Sinder's… a cougar. I couldn't, hold her back, sofas eventually I stopped.” -Ppfbrhrhprth- The burst of smog echoed in the bowl, reverberating with the realization, integrating it with the reeking air of wilted garlic boiled in asphalt. I coughed, wheezing weakly. “Y-you-…” “Eventually. I just stopped holding her back, sh-she had some, fmsm, convincing bargains.” -Clrlptah- his pucker creaked open, throbbing back and forth with a patch of barf yellow, beige mulch. “H-hey. W-wait. W-wait. Y-you are still gonna free me?” “Mrmg. I've really gotta drop this batch, kept it since yesterday…” “B-but… I-I'll suck your dick, y-you'll get your cock serviced b-by a w-willing toilet,” I pleaded. “Fmpagh… -Cllrrp- Sorry, bud… Kinda, all out, I spent my spunk at Sinder's back bank. Mmms, made a huge rear deposit,” he huffed out, and strained as the pit pried open, peeling over the salvo of prickling manure… I opened up, letting my jaw hang low. It was instinct. If I didn't… it would stick to me. Linger and ferment further into my hide, or worse… entomb me under the avalanche of gunk. So, I felt my friend's filth percolate past my maw, staining my gob in the salty vinaigrette of rectum baked clay. It wound down my throat. -Gllgmghs- -Gmnglshlt- Each swallow budged the alcove in the percaline around my neck, swelling my gullet to fill with the space, and if I didn't swallow it fast enough… then… first it ached, then it pinched, choked. -Glpgghs- -Glrrpgst- But, it was routine now. I'd done it too many times. I functioned as intended… slotted into my role as the entrance to the sewers, the drain pipe below. -Gbghglspah- My stomach jostled, engorged into its own socket, though unlike the one for my neck, this one was spacious… I only felt the side of my stomach brushing against it, and ahead was an abyss. How much manure could I store at a time? How much had Sinder imagined I could hold?… How much did she account for?… I was lost in the vacancy of an answer, so I could only guess, guess, and dread. Dread that I would never find out. Dread… that one day, I would. “Mmpfgh sampaha. Oooh yfoo. I needed this… this mess's been like a butt-plug all night, with how much I've rocked it,” Point huffed out, wiping his brow again and lounging back, giving me only the sliver of light between his thighs. -Glpggsmp- -Ghhppfunkt- The pinch and tug of my neck against the ceramic… my sinew warping and straining under the bulk of muck radiating pungent steam… He barely acknowledged me… I rattled through tired, stale muscles. “Pho, but gm yeah, maybe if I go alognmsmfs, with this a bit more, we could set up a threesome. And then, hey, we'll get you out, so, fmms, just gotta be patient. Fmsm, hfmppo, oh yeah, get your muzzle up there, I'm not the best wiper.” In the darkness of the toilet, in the shade of the cheeks, I only got to see in the twilight between the lid opening, closing, or the hind resting back on me. That was all a toilet bowl ever saw of the light, after all. Unless something was wrong with it. I feared, that I'd find out the limit of the gut socket of the tube encasing me. Dreading that I'd have to be… fixed, replaced. Or… if I'd just… meld into the piping, stop being me, and just… disappear… Point neglected to say goodbye - the only goodbye I got, was the clatter of the lid. -Cltlprhhths- ~ 7 ~ -Pfppthtpht- -Cbbrrllrht- “Haaa, I can't believe you'd embarrass me that much. I thought you'd be a great toilet, you've pestered me since before we got together you know. Least you can do itfsamm, work.” I stayed silent. “Oh, and babe, don't worry, That whole fling with Point, one-off thing, just to get the mood up. Really it's your own fault. But, we did work out a compromise.” -Cllfpthcchtrt- -Kkrllpdtthhllchp- The manure crawled down my throat, a bloated anaconda choking me from the inside out. The filth creaking like mud brought down on a stack of autumn leaves. “I've given him free access to you. Whenever he comes over, for dumps, or more, lewd activities. Might as well, right? Gotta train you up to be a functioning toilet,” she said and lifted one haunch to peer at me, “Ain't that right?” -Cltpsths- she dropped it before I could even emote. “So, because of that, I've decided, why not just do it with a bang?” she held down her phone, the fluorescence of the screen guiding my eyes to the text. A party, and a list of accepted invitations. “All our friends are coming over. One huge party, all of ‘em saving their loads just for you.” I quivered, wheezed, “Mgmpgsh mfhwhwffs.” “Yes, we've all gotta show them what a good toilet you are, right?” she said, smashing her cheeks down to cram -Flrrlsptth- the muck back down my throat. I stared at the screen, seeing everypony's comments. 'Urch, disgusting.' 'Gotta see it to believe it.' 'Yeah, but can you imagine?' 'Yeah, I can, as finally our little mud foal can realise his dreams.' 'H-hey, I've kinda come down with something, I might still be a bit… runny by the time of the party, that ok?' “Oo,” Sinder said, and typed a reply. “Of course, our toilet can swallow, erhm, flush, anything~” I recognized her tone as I choked back her muck. She peered down at me, her eyes lighting up in the silhouette to the sliver into my ordinary life. Her gaze glancing past me, the fire had gone out, cold and not in a sense of contempt, but as if there was nothing to see. [Scat] Lustbound DrainLustbound Drain Written by Septia. A warm beam of sunlight brushed against my chin. The morning making itself known with a calm prod. I open my eyes, yawn, and stretch… A soothing calm seep through my body as take up the entire bed with body. It truly felt like I could breathe in. Moseying out of bed I took a moment to admire the bedroom; really had gotten it tidy over the past week. Opening a drawer I saw my dresses laid out nice, even if all of them were in one shelf there was so much space left. To think I had once had to keep these cramped up with a b, half as many clothes meant double the space. “Hmm… dress…” I mumbled. I held up one, mint green with white frills, hold I wear this to the party? Would the party even work out as It was? -Gbhhrgglpsb- I brushed down my barrel, putting back the dress and swiping up my phone. Maybe. I shuffled into the bathroom, got my toothbrush ready, flipped up the lid to the toilet… -Dppmmpthd- My flank planted down on the lid, closing, my pudge welling onto the brim and sealing it shut underneath my thighs. One hoof on brush on my phone, the other occupied with brushing my teeth. -Pphhfrrooorpth- A thick fart sputtered out of my hind, sending a shiver up my spine, pinching my thighs together, yet the odour of pickled cheese and burnt onions still seeped out to taint the air. “Uurppgh, They've really shhrturted too shtinnkhf.” I mumbled out around the toothbrush. Guess I had been treating myself more recently. The food budget had stayed roughly the same even if there wasn't anypony to share it with. -Pprrllrklrlrttltccsssffh- I savour the relief of the piss draining out my bladder. Guess I had been drinking more then recently as well… Least the pungent acidic tones of urine was diluting the stench of my gas. -Chhrrlptthha- A crinkle burrowing out of my rear as I started to strain, groaning through the foam of toothpaste suds as I kept my focus back on the phone, and started messaging Point. [06:56] Sinny: “Hey Point, are you awake?” [06:56] Straight Arrow: “Been since all night, what's up?” [06:57] Sinny: “Just woke up, thinking bout the party.” [06:57] Straight Arrow: ”Still uncertain?” [06:57] Sinny: “Yeah.” [06:57] Straight Arrow: “Haven't confirmed with the others?” [06:58] Sinny: “It Just, didn't expect everypony to accept, u know? There's gonna be like, twenty ponies there or something.” “Mmmghhhrrfgp…” I groaned out while I passed a particularly fat, sturdy congestion of sludge, groaning at how wide it stretched my ass on the way down the drain… All that cheese was really padding out my dumps… [06:58] Straight Arrow: “So what are you worried about?” [06:58] Sinny: “Dunno. Seemed like such a fun time.” “Hfnngmmrrg…” I grunted, and -Chrhrlt- -Chhrrlfpsthtllltpss- sighed gently as the muck folded out of my flank, leaving my pucker winking as I shuffled on the seat. [06:59] Sinny: “A bit worried about everything working out.” I reached for the toilet paper. And found the dispenser empty. For a moment I was confused. [07:00] Straight Arrow: “Is it about Reign?” My eyes widened. “Hooowh rooight, I ghot mah owwnh thoulet phehbber.” I mumbled, and shifted my thigh to the side, peering down into the bowl. -Gllompg- -OOmpgh- Where I saw Reign chugging down the last end of my bowel snake. His yellow lips tainted a deep umber, a, matching his mane slicked back against the porcelain. “Chop chop, I wanna have a clean ass when I head to work darling.” I said and shuffled back on the seat. -Shrlrlp- -Chhrhrrrp-. “Mmfg.” I moaned to myself feeling the moist carpet of my boyfriend's tongue draping up along my crack, specks of grime swabbed up in drool and my pucker twitching as he cleared out the crevices of the folded tissue. Can't believe I almost forgot. But I guess I should be getting some actual toilet paper for the party guests, everypony can't be used to the tonguing from the start. But, hopefully they'd pick up on it after a while. [07:04] Sinny: “Yeah, that's what the whole event started out as.” I responded and stood up, the lid clattering back as I stepped away -Crlrlpth- wiggling my clean rump as I walked off to get dressed for work. [07:22] Sinny: “Do you think he liked it?” [07:25] Straight Arrow: “What... Liked us doing it?” [07:25] Sinny: “Yeah you know, I'm not about to ask him myself though, but since you are already talking to him… you know.” [07:25] Straight Arrow: “Sure I'll jeep it in mind” [07:28] Straight Arrow: “So what's the worry?” [07:29] Sinny: “I dunno, maybe Reign's not gonna be able to take it, maybe ponies will actually be upset by it.” [07:29] Straight Arrow: “Anyone been upset so far?” [07:31] Sinny: “Well no, but that's not the point. Maybe there shouldn't be so many stallions invited, I know my babe prefers the fairer folks.” [07:31] Straight Arrow: “Wasn't an issue for me.” [07:32] Sinny: “Huh, yeah, guess you're right. You two did get pretty frisky didn't ya?” [07:36] Straight Arrow: “Sure did, and that was fine, I think you are worrying over nothing.” [07:36] Sinny: “Maybe…” [07:38] Straight Arrow: “I could come over, have a chat with em, if you wanna.” [07:39] Sinny: “Thank you so much, could you? Can crash in the bed afterwards, know you've been working the nightshift.” [07:40] Straight Arrow: “Sure thing, and wanting to get me in bed so soon again??” I sighed and shook my head. [07:41] Sinny: “Point, between us, that was a one time thing, I wanted to get back at Reign, You're cute band we had fun, I just don't see us that way. That's ok right?” There was a pause. [07:42] Straight Arrow: “Sure I get it, but we did have fun~. I'll come over, key still in the same place?” [07:42] Sinny: “Yup, you know it. See you in the afternoon?” [07:43] Straight Arrow: “See ya then.” ~ 1 ~ Darkness… Moist, darkness. You'd think I would get a lot of time to think in here, with what with Sinder not letting me out, with the sculpted, bloated porcelain clamped against my body down the drain… but… the more time I spent in the dark, the less my thoughts could co here, the less my mind could, focus. After weeks, I appreciated the times when I didn't think. Time moved faster that way… Hoof steps… Sound. Was it evening already? I had I lost so much time again in this cage of-. The lid flung open. Fuzzy shades of blue and black peeking down at me. “Wassup Reign?” Point said. “You holding up alright? Geeze you look tired, thought if anything you would get some time to rest here.” I didn't have the energy to respond. “My day's been so packed, well, guess night when you think abou-.” He just kept talking… droning on about work, as if night guard service was huge undertaking. Though it was… so nice to be spoken to, instead of just commander. Or, ignored… though at some point, my ears twitched, and hearing sharpened. “-So I've been really pent-up, and was thinking I'd cash in that offer from before, finally? I didn't even get to the point I could show my dick last, so just one lil' suck, and I'll vouch to Sinder that-.” “You plowed my girlfriend.” I didn't know I could still shout. Judging by his expression, neither did Point. His muzzle scrunched up and lips pressed to a line. He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, well, it was she wh-.” “You banged her on our bed, and I've been stuck here for another week and you've haven't lift a hair to get me out of here.” “Well, I mean, you never did suc-.” “You've been treating me like I'm just her property.” At this Point paused. Eyes gracing over me and the bathroom, coughing. “Well… gotta admit that, well… you ah. Can you really blame me for that?” “Point, you hydra's ass.” “Okay, I'm sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry doesn-”: “I have been talking to Sinder.” I halted. Maybe – for once – there was some good news. Point scratched the back of his head. “And… how do I put this… She's been, concerned about… your performance at the party.” My face scrunched contorted in confusion. “That you wouldn't be able to handle the guests, and mess it up, so she's been mulling over if it is… even worth it to keep you around, instead of just… you know…” The confusion cleared. My face blanked. She… she wouldn't just… flush me or… replace me… would she…? She called me babe today. I swear I remember I swear, didn't she…? She still, she was still my girlfriend and… I was… still. “Of course,” Point continued, “I vouched for you, saying you could handle anypony come over, mare or stallion. And she seems to be going along with that.” I remained silent. Point's expression soured. “Look, man, you're my pal. I don't want this to be what it is like of your. Even if it is kinda hot… I'll keep helping you out. Though, I don't know if she can be convinced to call off the party, she seems… really set on it.” Of course. That made sense. Maybe he was right. Maybe, if I got through that hurdle… at least it was, better than the alternative… “So, you won't stick your dick in me… and still help me out?” Point was silent for a concerning amount of time, feeling my warped sense of time those seconds just ticked on and on… “Yeah, I promise. I'm not gonna take advantage of this.” “… thanks.” Point scratched the back of his mane. “But, I've kinda been holding in this rear load since all night, so would it be okay if I just-.” “What do you think?” I screamed so my voice echoed and carried through the bowl. Point instinctively flexed up his wings and shaking his head. “Alight, I got it, I got, it, just checking. Geeze, I'll talk to Sinder as soon as she gets home.” “Thanks…” I mumbled. “But I gotta go crash now, been up all night.” “Wait, could you just stay-…” -Ctltpth- the lid clattered back into place. “A lil… longer…” back to the darkness. ~ 2 ~ “Hey Point, you still here?” Sinder called out. “Hey, you are back already,” Point said and yawned, shuffling into the hall, “so, how about we sit down-.” “For some dinner? You gooot it, I've already prepared for a big batch of fondue.” “Aah, well,” -Gghrbbrglpgah- Point's belly betrayed him, “Yeah, sounds great. But-.” “Sweet, you put on something fun on TV, and I'll heat it up.” Point followed Sinder with his eyes as she trotted off, shaking his head. He was unsure how long time had passed, but, the evening had flowed together like globs of the thick cheese drooping off of each cube of bread. “Aammgh, mmm, oh yeah,” Sinder munched on another hunk and sighed, “this Reigns favourite.” Point looked down the half emptied cauldron. “Well we could get him to join us?” “Phff, Right, invite the toilet to dinner, that's a laugh and ah half,” Sinder said and bumped Point's shoulder. The Pegasus smacked his lips and chuckled. “Ah, hah, yeah, how silly.” “He'll get more than his fill later, bet he could tell you all about what this much cheese does to my guts,” Sinder said and plied their hooves against their tummy, soft -Brrgrrlpsgh- squelching groans -Thrrwlpsht- bubbling out at her kneads. Point thought back to Reign. This felt like something Reign would tease about just a few months ago. There had to be some part of him that still liked this… “Besides he got plenty of more than his fill this morning, I can vouch for that, besides, didn't you come over and, 'talk' to him as well?” Point peered toward the direction of the toilet, inhaled. “Yup, and he sure loved it.” Sinder smiled at this, affirming her belief and quenching her worries. “See, gotta accept him more, if he's identifying as a toilet, isn't the right thing to go accepting that?” With a sigh Point shuffled back in the cough. He mulled over how to fit this puzzle together. He still wanted to live out some of his fantasies with Reign, at the same time, they were pal. “What's wrong?” Sinder surprised him with the question. “Oh, ehm, It's fine,” think of an excuse think of an excuse, “guess work has just been getting me a bit pent-up. Haven't gotten a chance to, unwind. Heh,” well, that was an excuse… though not much less awkward than the truth. Though it wasn't a lie per say. Sinder looked him over, stopping her gaze at his crotch, then smiled. “You know, Maybe Reign should join us after all…” she mused as he horn lit up. The restraints eased, the porcelain buckled, and slowly, I was hoisted from the depths of the piping, my limbs twitching in the op open air, soggy and stained from toilet water… when the levitation wore off I could barely stand on my hooves. Unsteady and rattling. At even keeping me upright… “Right, get over here.” Another command, but what I could move listened, I shuttered towards the living room. Point had his eyes on me as I stumbled forwards. Out of that casket, I looked all the more dishevelled, my muzzle particularly dirty compared to the rest of me, but all my coat matted and sprawled. “Sit.” Sinder instructed. I slumped to the ground on my knees. Afterwards I thought, maybe she meant on the couch? But in the moment, I couldn't even consider it. Then… her lips parted again. “Give our guest's dick a good tongue scrubbing.” -Bh-thmb- I could hear the throb of Point's loins. Staring at his crotch, at the meat tensing over his engorged jewels. “Sinder that's, well,” Point began. “What? My toilet not good enough for you?” she replied, flicking a glance to Reign. “Guess if it can't be helped, I could go down there and handle it myself?” Point and I both shuddered. I couldn't believe this. “I awawhhg-.” Soon as I opened my mouth her horn set aglow, and my lips parted spread wide. Splayed broad so my protest was caught in my throat. “There, I know it can get tiresome to keep your mouth open, so long as you're willing for it, I'll help you out with that.” Sinder said. She spoke to me… I'd waited so long… but that this is what I heard. While from Point, I heard nothing. Slowly, her magic pulled me forwards, closer towards Point's dick. As I did, it twitched stiffer, arching up towards my face… a tongue's distance away. I could taste the odour of brine an, dried spunk and old sweat radiating from his shaft… it wasn't even washed? And he'd still wanted me to take it this morning. I tried to shuffle back, though my limbs proved worthless as soggy noodles. I peered up at Point, my best friend. My parted maw closed in over his tip. A sharp tang of salty socks spiking through my lips as they slipped over the head. “Gmngnhhff…” Point grunted. His eyes panning down towards me, flicking between me and Sinder… then gave me n awkward smile hat said: Sorry pal, this is out of my hooves… Although his smile was much less forced than I'd hoped… -Chrrlffppt- -Shhlllrrotch- I tried not to think about it. Bobbing forwards, swabbing my lips over Point's cock, feeling the thick meat sink past my lips. -Srrrhlrplch- Scraping off clots of congealed sweat spicing up my throat with his own cultivated must salt, stinging my lips and sparking down through my spine. But I remembered what he said… What Sinder had said… if I didn't perform… she could find another. I swallowed my pride… and a mouthful of dick marinated saliva, and kept going. Tongue wrapping around Point's mast, -Thtbgm- feeling it throb inside me, the convulsions of his excited meat rustling my lips, and teasing at my throat. I opened my eyes, peering upwards… There, I saw the two closest people in my life, lounging with their eyes glued to the screen, sharing a pot of hot, molten fondue between them. It reminded me… of when Sinder and I used to do that… I'd tease her about the gas she'd get after wards… The thought felt alien… the scenario, a distant fantasy… was that even me? Had it ever been me? How long had I been stuck down that drain? -Chhrlrpth- -Sffshfrrlspth- I kept sucking, quivering. The taste of hope I'd have this morning washed away under the stewing brine of cock grease plastering and gumming between my teeth… He'd promised me…But… in a way he hadn't broken his promise, he was still trying, surely he was but, his fault or not, I was stuck here between his legs, servicing his dong whilst he buddied up with Sinder… -Shhvrrlpth- as I pulled back I felt the vacuum between my lips clamp my lips to his girth, drawn back I felt ever pumping and convulsing muscle jostle in my mouth. I Couldn't believe Point just… let this happen… Though, that haunting notion ruminated in the back of my mind. One I didn't want to acknowledge… but the longer I nursed his twitching dick, the clearer it became: sucking dick, - even a filthy one as this – couldn't compare to choking down manure. -Thhbnnd- I felt the thump of his mast before it came… -Chhrlrp- -Kgrrhsrllprtrrtch- “Mmngphaaa.” Point above groaned out, arching back in the cough as his cock smeared the back of my throat in globs of salty, satin nectar… the viscous sludge plastering at the roof of my maw as the meat pumped it through, drooling back down my neck as I sat there with my cheeks swollen over his mast. The warm sludge just kept coming, drenching my gums and pooling in the back of my throat. I coughed, onto his shaft, but my neck -Chhglpth- swallowed it down… as if on instinct… or, a more learned behaviours at this point… anything in my throat couldn't stay there for long, else, I would have choked long ago… “Mmfgnphaaamf smurf phaa…” Point panted heavily, drawing out every ounce of his energy as he nursed his load out into me, staring up at the ceiling. “Oh, Take it you enjoyed, sorry if my toilet made mess down there…” Sinder said with just… a hint of acidity to her words. Why would… the thought creped in… had I made him squeal more than she did? -Chrrlpsssth- I felt the air oscillate around the throb of Point's pucker, now in his slumped state now aimed straight for me… -Vrrpfplrrwwwlrlrptttsh- A dense wall of foul breath, cleaved by his cock, encased my muzzle. The rancid melody of wilting hey soaked in vinegar and pepper infecting my nostrils, clinging to my nose like and taunting my phlegm in its odour. The Stank rivalled Sinder’s, and now both taste and smell were caught in a vice grip of fetid, bodily cultivated filth. “Mgmpg paha. Whow… so-sorry about that.” Point said. “Oh that's no issue at all,” Sinder said, assuming he had apologized to her. Or… had he…? “You know if you have to go, you are free to use my toilet, he's already in position.” My eyes flicked toward her. “Oh, Sinder, I, well…” “At least let him soaked in those farts,” she's said fanning over her face, “I can smell them from over here. though glad it shows he's working out well, guess I shouldn't ever have doubted his ability to take stallion, huh?” Point swallowed, gaze unfocused, breath rippling in his chest. “I could… take him to the bathroom.”. “Pff, oh nonsense, and leave me all alone? He's already here, just do it when it's convenient.” she insisted. I was still soaking in the fart, panting around his dick quivering through my frail, spent form. -Chrlrptha.- I heard his pucker… twitch. -Chrlrlpsth- A foamy, glossy wink pulse of flesh, winking at me. I peered up at Point. And I know he tried… if he got me to the bathroom, he could m hide his dump, or hold it in, pretend… but here… Sinder was right there… expecting me to perform… and we both knew it. When Sinder didn't look, Reign bit his lips, and peered down at me, still chest still heaving from the climax… he whispered. “Sorry… gotta play long.” Again… his smile didn't feel even a touch forced… ~ 3 ~ I entered the chatroom Point had set up, real convenient to have all the party goes together in one place, so now… it was time… [19:49] Sinny: “Everypony, good news, prep is getting done, and the party will go off this Sunday.” [19:53] Partysound: “Woooooot.” [19:56] Clover Juice: “I can't believe you guys are really gonna do this, if she actually got him down the drain, you're sick.” [19:57] Partysound: “So why are you still in the chat then?” [19:58] A Boulder: “It is a-alright if the toilet can handle some… capacity, my gut's been disagreeing with me lately, maybe I should stay home.” [19:59] Sinny: “Oh that's nonsense, I can guarantee he-. My toilet is top-notch, point guaranteed.” [19:59] xXStarligjtXx: “I dunno about you us but I barely know Resin. Though, if it's there, kinda wanna try it at least once right?” [20:01] Limber: “His name's Reign. And trust me, I know what he's said online, this is like, his fantasy come true, I'm gonna stock up a real thick constipation for him to wallow in.” [20:03] xXStarligjtXx: “Eew, gross, but yeah guess I'll hold myself to then, wanna be a good guest after all lol.” [20:03] Bugjune: “Have you asked him how he feels about it?” [20:03] Sinny: “Lol how often do you ask how your toilet feels before sitting down?” [20:06] Rusty: “This is still gonna be a party right? With snacks and music and such? I mostly wanna mingle.” [20:06] Clover Juice: “You and me both.” [20:07] Limber: “Yeah right, don't deny it, you are gonna muck down his throat like the rest of us.” [20:10] Bugjune: “Well, if it is true, even if a bit weird, what's the harm in fulfilling some nice pone's dreams? Ain't that what friends are for?” [20:11] Partysound: “This ^” [20:11] xXStarligjtXx: “uh-huh.” [20:11] A Boulder: “Ee-yup.” [20:11] Clover Juice: “I guess…” [20:14] A Boulder: “Sure, I mean… I'm not the one getting buried in butt fudge.” [20:14] Limber: “lol.” [20:14] Bugjune: “rofl.” [20:15] Partysound: “Hah, you said it.” [20:22] A Boulder: “lol.” [Scat] Lustbound EntertainmentLustbound Enterainment Written by Septia. “Oh wow, Sinny, you went all out with the food.” I smiled some as Chime Blossom beheld the table stocked with quesadillas, chimichangas, hay chips, caramelized onion dip, and so much more with spiced punch to wash it all down. “And that's just the appetizers. There’s more in the oven and chocolate & cheese fondue once the party winds up,” “I say, Sinny, all these offerings are quite, heavy duty on the digestion,” Chime noted and brushed across his belly. “You wouldn't 'ave any, ulterior motives with this spread, would you~?” Chime added with a musing leer. “I might, after all, we are here totes-… Its, capacity.” A knock on the door took my interest, heading over to part the door wide open, where the ever sparkling Brightstar stood. “Hey Sinder, I'm not arriving too early, am I?” I greeted her with a smile. “You're fine,” I gestured in to the furbished living room. “The party is just getting started.” ~ 1 ~ Friendly faces flocked the rooml earth pony, pegasi, unicorns, and a few griffons as well. There were pleasant musings in crowd, all partaking of the spread of treats, dancing to the music, and sharing laughter. It had been some time since I saw some of these friends and was being pulled hither and dither to chatter and share in merriment. Many faces I had not seen since before Reign and I got together. It seemed some members of the group-chat had taken the liberty to invite some of their fellows as well, which I didn't mind-. Suddenly I froze. Reign, oh right, how could I have forgotten. “Hold on, I'm just gonna be gone fore a momen-.” “Aww Sinder stay, I just got the chance to have your attention.” I gnaw on my lower lip and looked off. “Hey, anypony willing to just, carry off that bale of toiletpaper to the lavatory?” It felt rather silly to have just forgotten them by hind the front door, though there had been a lot of party preparations to look over. “Looks like somepony needs a helping hoof. Heineon said, the pegasus swooping in to pick up the stack. “Wowsa, this is lot of wipes,” with a trail of light behind her from the colored feathers and luminescent hoof bands the cobalt mare arose. “Well, haven't been using for a while, thought I'd stock up in case-. Oh sorry, right, you were saying?” I turned away from Heineon to support the conversation. Leaving the Pegasus blinking, peering between me and the wipe stack. “Ohookaythen,” she said and trotted off. Toting the stack trove to the bathroom down the hall, boy, was it quite fancy too, spacious, clean with cool hues and a big fancy mirror. Though, the toilet wasn't anything, super special. The mare looked closer, putting down the stack in the corner and fitting a roll into the dispenser. Certainly didn't look like it would actually fit a pony. If what Sinder had said was true. But it couldn't be, right? Curiosity consumed her. And while she had no need to relieve herself at the moment, perhaps just a cursory glance… She lifted the lid, slowly at first, then up all the way. -Cllnk- it clattered to the back of porcelain backing and… “Holy smooze on a treadmill.” There, a head nestled in the piping pit in place of a drain, porcelain sculpted around his neck, or perhaps neck sculpted by the porcelain – and muzzle poking up from the nadir of the bowl, there really was a yellow pony “Huh, so there really was a toilet pony. Guess I didn't doubt it that much, but Sinder can be pretty playful at times.” “H-hello, to you too,” Reign said, a faint echo from his voice reverberating against the porcelain. “Ooh yeah, guess you could still talk. Dunno why I thought you couldn't, welllll, I mean I kinda now. I'm Heineon, friend of Sinder, and that must make you her boyfriend: Raisin.” Reign's muzzle wrinkled. “I'm… actually.” “Boy,” Heineon continued, “Let me front-load this – instead of the loads you are used to – lemme say I don't judge at all. It is great to see ponies indulge in their… aahm…” she rolled her hoof in the air while humming to find the right word, “interests, things, and takes a lot of courage to be so open about it. Though, guess you can be closed about it too~” she said and shut the lid before opening it up again with a snicker. “Pha, hah, guess I could see this being a sort of, empowering thing for Sinder too, maybe? Having her boyfriend trapped in the loo. Eeeh, maybe not.” “Please, I just need y-you, s-someone to-.” “Guess whatever floats your cider, ammiright? But, was really just here to deliver toilet paper, don't wanna break the immersion too much, I get 'cha. Maybe I'll see ya later on, you know, when I gotta do the bathroom thingies. Oh if so, fair warning, I go pretty hard on the drinks no matter if it upsets my gut, so, guess be ready for that, buh-bye~.” Heineon said and pranced out the door. ~ 2 ~ For a moment I could hear the bustle of the party again. Fading in and out as the door swayed back closed. It was, surreal. Both to hear so many voices other than Sinder's or Point's, but also that it was… really happening. Point's words still echoed in my head. That if I couldn't handle the party, Sinder would replace me… Discarded…The cold embrace of the moulded ceramic caging my body made itself known. I couldn't stop thinking about it: I was on the cusp of the drain, of oblivion, at every moment. All that kept me here was Sinder deigning to do so. Sustained as long as I was a functioning extension of the drain. And if I clogged… At least that mare had left the lid open, so I could think in some light, see myself reflected in the porcelain. Throughout the afternoon I had few visitors. The odd guest came in to peer down into the bowl. Some of the guests were shocked when they saw me, others amused. Chime Blossom didn't say anything, just smirked and winked at me. A stallion with a friendly demeanor noted how my deep auburn mane and yellow coat matched the contents of a toilet quite well. I tried to get a word in with all of them, though no pony would listen. He was the one I didn't attempt to reason with. Even if he was right… I stared at my reflection again: my coat tainted in the shadow of muck, stained in streams of amber showing my coat below, and my mane bundled and sloughed back like a greasy pudding. They were right. It really looked like I belonged. So far, they only seemed to gawk, rather than use the toilet. Seemed Heineon had spread the word that the rumors were true. ~ 3 ~ I gave a glance to the notification in my phone, bringing up the invitation I had received. This certainly was the place. I had only been here once before, after my dear Reign had introduced his marefriend. I had awaited his next visit, though I had not expected our next meeting would be in the form of a… house party? If that was what this arranged meet-up was intended to be. This was the third time I had knocked. It sounded of quite the hootenanny just behind the door, but what if I was mistaken? I shook my head, gathered myself and simply strutted inside. “My stars…” I mumbled under my breath. It sure was quite the occasion: food in heaps and drinks in droves, music and dancing. It made one feel quite nostalgic, even if this somewhat younger crowd was one I hadn't engaged with since my own days of partaking in such frivolities. “Greetings, quite the shin-ding we are having?” I said with an elbow nudge to a nearby stallion. “Oh uh,” he glanced over to me, then put on a smile, “Yeah, for sure, come on in.” “Oh I'm 'in' already, I can assure you,” I responded and strutted forwards. My first interaction quite the success if I do say so myself. Perhaps, this is just what I needed to shake up some of my youth again. Whilst maneuvering to the snacks table I kept an eye out for ponies I knew, – Reign and Sinder in particular – to no avail. “Ppfhwhrohrhth. Mrs. Viola?” A stallion spat out his drink before announcing my name. “My, if it isn't Point, glad to see you.” “What are you doing… here, all by, yourself?” The pegasus said, somewhat stilted. He looked like he needed a drink more than me. “Oh, just partaking of the festivities, do sincerely hope you are well. I'm certain you've kept a good eye on my dear Reign. He's not treating you poorly, is he?” The stallion swallowed the remnants of his drink. “Uuurhm… He's, yeah, you know, the thing is. We… I, I, have to go butI'llcatchupwithyoulater,” Point said and sprinted off through the living room. I sighed. Youth, couldn't even sustain a conversation. After settling into the rhythm I started asking around. “You wouldn't happen to know where Reign is?” The unicorn in question blinked. “If you need to use the bathroom, it is right down there,” he gestured. “Oh, I see.” Here I thought I was somewhat keeping up with the youth, but this was slang I'd had never heard. “Yeah, bathroom’s down the hall.” “Toilet's that way.” “If you must, the lavatory lies over yonder.” So many variations of it too… Though everypony seemed to give the same direction. And honestly, I was a bit ashamed to admit I had no clue what they were talking about. “Thank you kindly,” I'd say and shuffle along. I kept an eye out by the refreshment's table, munching into some fried, savory pastry. ‘Bit too oily, though when in Baltimore… After nearly ten minutes since I last asked for directions, I decide I was getting somewhat restless. “’Suppose I, could stand to powder my muzzle,” I mumbled and finished some of the my punch. Sauntering between party goers and teetering my way to the restroom. A mare snickered as I opened the door. Perhaps… it wasn't slang, but some form of prank. Had I walked right into it? Was I to be the party's laughingstock? Then again, everypony had to use the restroom eventually It was inevitable, I thought as I opened the lid. The bustle of the festivities faded. Silence enslaved the room. I remained, clutching onto the lid, staring. “Oh.” That couldn't be… but… how could it not? “Hmm-. Mom?” “Oh.” It talked. H-he talked. He… “Reign,” I said, calm, “am I… dreaming?” “Mother… I don't know why you are here, but t-that is fine, I can explain.” “Oh, so you can,” I mumbled. I tried to deny it, though, if what was staring me right in the face was really the case, then all the puzzle pieces fell into place… “I suppose, it wasn't slang, after all.” “Mother I… What?” “Reign I, you really are… My sweet Minamoto you are…” “Mother, this wasn't supposed to happen. If you please, I never wanted you to see this, if you just give me a moment.” “Of course… of course I… was confused by why I had been invited so suddenly. I am, I am sorry for, stumbling onto you like this.” “M-mom wait I.” -Ooomph- I clutched over my muzzle, I had tried to repress it, though this sight, and the thoughts it spurred. My son, with not but his head sticking up from a drain. It was. “P-pardon, I'm so sorry. I, I can't intrude I-… I can't see you like this. I… I will speak to Sinder about -ooflpguh-.” I had to walk out, stumbling through the bathroom door. My mind, addled into sheer confusion trying to piece it all together. And there, around the corner, stood Sinder, who's eyes bulged as they came upon me. “Mrs. Viola… You are, here. And, right out of fo the bathroom, I see.” “Yes, I do apologise, I hadn't intended to find out this way.” The unicorn winced. I could see her gritting her teeth under her lips. “I couldn't even... He's in the uuofh... Again, I am sorry, I couldn't speak with my boy in such a state. This is, far over my head.” Sinder paused. “So, you didn't.” Cogs turning. “So, he didn't say anything?” “Barely,” I responded. Sinder laid a hoof around my neck and rested her head to mine. “Come, mrs. Viola, we can talk in my room. Some privacy away from all the noise.” “You are certain that is fine? Despite everything I, don't really understand I... I wouldn't want to be a bother.” “Mrs. Viola,” Sinder said, “I assure you, I'll explain everything.” ~ 4 ~ “Wait, mom, please. It is not what you think. Mom, wait don't… go…” Finally, someone who could listen. Finally, somepony who could understand my plight… Finally, somepony I could trust… and she was gone as quick as she came. It was a miracle she had arrived, but a curse that she'd left. She could be somewhat lofty and… this wasn't how I imagined our next meeting. But, seeing my own mother abandon me at this moment. It was… as if I could feel every vertebra in my spine: biting frost of frigid steel… parts of me twitched in the ceramic confines. The toilet, shrunk around me, I could sense it. The clutch it had on me tautened. Deep breaths, … Deep breaths. She said she would talk to Sinder, right? When she heard what was going on, she wouldn't stand for it. It budged into my chest. In just a short while, Viola would demand my release. How Sinder reacted I would have to deal with as it came, but at least I wouldn't be stuck in the-. -Dkknk- The toilet door opened. My heart skipped a beat. Already? That was fast, but of course, Viola must be outraged, I knew it was just a matter of time before… -Dnmf- -Dmmght- I could, hear the hoof steps, a faint vibration in my gut through the floor, rocking the pie. The oval of light above me, a shadow of a peachy coat and cyan mane. A muzzle carrying more curves than some ponies sported on their whole body: “I wish to begin with front loading my feelings on this,” she began, the next few words sounding as if she spat them, as if the words were tinged with lime, “Unlike the backloads I am certain you are quite fond of receiving…” I just shook my head. I didn't know this mare, why was she… “I did not attend this party to partake in…” she waves her hoof, “Your, unique services… Everypony has their right to enjoy themselves how they please, but this… this is, quite a public display, all to get friends and strangers to indulge you in your perverse fantasies.” I started to shake my head, but hesitated. There was something to it; if I had been presented with this situation a few months ago, it would maybe have been a dream come true. That was before I met the reality of my fringe desires, before the weeks spent in the drain. Still, her words sunk in deep. “I knew it…” the earth pony mumbled, “You are just a degenerate ‘lil stain. ‘Can't believe you landed a fine mare as Sinder, and anchored her to this… debauchery.” The mare shuffled away from the seat, for the light to soon be subsumed by a pair of plump, rolling hills. “’Bet you don't even care who I am, all you got your eyes set on is this flank of mine,” -Sttwch- she gave it a spank, the blubber rippling along her rear, “Well for your information, this rump is attached to a real mare, and her name is Clover Juice.” “W-wait,” I said. -Chhngk- the squeal of polymer to plot ground above me as clover seated herself aback on the porcelain throne: her flanks eclipsed the outside world. “Once again, I strain myself even more than I am about to do on you right now, I had no intention of rewarding filth like you with what you most desire, but…” -Vgrrghhrlrpghbghs-. I could feel the seat reverberate at the growl of her guts, a gurgle whose very sound was… chunky. “Mmrf… Though, the food has been great, but all that lactose ‘been teasing my guts. And since I don't wanna do my business outside… looks like you are my only option…” she said as the last of her cheeks -Clbgbths- smothered over the seat, the rhind of polymer sculpting out her cheeks in a muffintop dipping towards me, cleaved by her pucker budging and wrinkling at the center gorge.” “But you better not take pleasure in this, you creep…” she sneered, and suddenly doubled over, clutching into her gut as a -Crrbbggglgpsh- rushed went through her frame. -Pppwwrrrbbrrprprpth- Her pucker gasped in a flutter of tepid vapors crashing into my face. The rank odour of mouldy mushroom pastry clogged the sparse air I was afforded, weighing down an oppressive atmosphere of the portly mare's inner sewers straight into my face. I coughed, wheezed and spat, the giant echoes in the bowl were subsumed and smothered by the bulwark of her behind. If just her gas was this bad, then each twitching of her pucker had me aware of my spine once more. “Oh, shut up…” Clover Juice grumbled as she wiggled back, plying into her gut to aid her bowels. I kept staring… As she settled in her bountiful cheeks kept -Cvnnnghg- sagging down towards me, like a dough sack rested on a branch… the heft of it just eeked closer. I shuffled as far back as I could, and still my muzzle came right into contact with the cheeks, brushing between them and feeling -Chghrlrpgh- a creak of old perspiration smearing over my muzzle. If I wasn't a good toilet for Sinder… I was a goner. But, with mother here, I had to believe I would soon be free. And If I did… I wouldn't have to put up with this. “I-I don't enjoy this, either.” “Phhff, ha, sure, like I'd believe that now. If you are just gonna lie you might as well shut mfmfs uuuhp-” -Ppftwwwwrrrthps- another gale of bowel smog; a harbinger of what lurked within, -Chhrrlprtsh- Then… I could see it. Rather, before I saw it I, felt its scent: a tangible musk of lard stained salmon, pickled in sewage and vinegar. A scent that crept through my nostrils like hooks of rusted metal and sunk into my flesh, soaking in its putrefaction all throughout my head. -Chrrrlslfpstha- The crackling of stirring old porridge rumbled in the bowl as the cheeks gradaully cleaved apart around my muzzle, wedged apart by the glut of filth mounting through the mare's hatch… First the mass was wide as a lemon, then her brim peeled off along its bottom, surpassing the girth of a grapefruit -Vhhrflgghrlrlchrrlckt-. A creamy behemoth, riddled with the foulest concoctions a bowel could brew, gradually creaking -Chrlrptthshhal- against the hinges to Clover's hind, lubricated with its own bowel slime, crawling ever closer towards me. I panted, and recoiled as my cheeks were filled with the radiating musk of her colon cooked sewage. I had just started getting used to Sinder's filth, but this carried another character: a depth of mold and lard wafted from the percolating pummel of punishment gradually extending from the surrounding crack. Revolting, but in a different flavor than Sinder's, one I was not used to, and which torched my nostrils by its presence. I swallowed. “I-I mean it, t-this is a misunderstandinfmgm,” I tried to speak as Clover's grunts and shifts whacked her buns into my face. “Mfngs. P-pipe down, will you?” Her stomach rattled and drummed with gurgles, strain visible in her face as she grunted and huffed this mighty constipation out of her hindquarters. “If I am g-gonna tuff your face with my manure, ‘least you can have the decency to just mfms, chug it down and shut up. That's what a good toilet would do…” -Chrlrptah- I heard it, the puttering texture of colon fluids ferried down fractures along the exterior of the mound, droplets of the murky liquid -Scclpth- dropping just above my lip. Even there, it singed and wafted of rot and corpulence…“I-I don't want to be a good toilet.” “Mfghs, well you certainly aren-.” “Wait,” I interrupted her, panting, catching my breath in the polluted atmosphere of the bowl. “I… I admit, once I, would have liked this, or, I thought I would have. You are right, I had fantasies about this, I am a, filthy, pervert of a stallion. But, that's not what I am now. Pl-please, I k-know you don't want this either, it is e-embarrassing for a pretty mare t-to expose herself like this. B-but y-you got the wrong idea. I have changed. M-my dream turned to a nightmare. I c-can't stand t-this.” My voice trembled like a violin string, devastated at what Sinder would do if I ruined her party. “S-so please, please stop, f-for the both of us. I promise, I am not doing this to tease you” The mound creaked closer, closer… though wouldn't come near my face. The brim undulating, struggling wit the girth, as Clover had fallen silent. The outburst gave her pause. She ruminated on my words. It sounded genuine. Perhaps she had misjudged me. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this degenerate stallion really disdains being a toilet, beneath me, trapped under the majesty of my body to chug down whatever scraps of my nourishment I deem him worthy of…' Those thoughts, took root. There was a tickle through her chest. 'For all the stallions that ignore me, this one has no prerogative other than devote his full attention to servicing me, even my foulest desires…' Clover found herself chuckling, a sense of ease plying through her veins. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this is where a stallion like him, truly belongs, subsumed by me.' “Haaawnf...” Clover exhaled as she slumped back against the toilet. Her body relaxing, down her spine, all the way to her sphincter, and the eased tension -Krhrlrpths- letting the tissue bloom open around the bale. -Chhr- -Chtlpth- -Crrhvlvlthsth- The mound sloughed down through the brim, in a moment the mound rested above me, then plowed through my lips, the heap of dense sludge warping my lips to stretch along its humid, steaming surface, forcing me to wallow in every stretch of wafting miasma of putrefaction coalesced in the clog of feminine clay. -Chrlrpththa- Its weight alone bent my tongue. Her filth barging down my neck, -chrlrpthta- bloating it taut to the porcelain ahead of me, feeling the pressure from my neck and the cold ceramics mashing into the mound, smothering it to wring out droplets of liquid filth from its interiors and exteriors, drooling the stream of redolent fluids down my neck. “Mmfpgh-afhbhhg,” I gargled around the loaf, whimpering and pleading. -Bwbtn- -Btnth- Clover's stomach rattled as she patted it, sighing as she listened to my frantic squeals and -Glglpgsh- chugs below her. “Perhaps you are right after all. You are a terrible toilet, but don't you think that could change, with a bit of potty training?” “Ompghg, mdoppgh.” I chugged and guzzled every stretch of the obese cable of mud billowing out from above. The bulwark of constipation moving from congesting her bowels, to my throat, stuffed past its limit, leaving me gargling as the wedge of dung warped and strained my lips. My gullet filing the role of a sock trying to fit a thigh three sizes too large. And the briny, tarnishing texture of grime splatting into my taste buds and dominating my senses in the oozing miasma of repugnance , warping my senses around the tart malodour, straining my senses in the same way my lips felt a pinprick from rupturing, white and aching. -Gllpggph- Glgpgugmpg- -Glglpggugmpghk-. But I swallowed, and the mound wormed down my neck, burrowing like a larva to coil in my gut and stew, its radiating heat letting me feel it clearly through my body, I couldn't get rid of it. -Gllgpmgohk- -Oomph- -Ofmgpgsh- “Phahaa.” but then in one chug, my lips shrunk together, a closing aperture snapping around the bulwark, and after another few struggling -flfpmpgh- swallows, I could breathe again, air filling my neck, and caressing the mound of rot winding down to make my body its new home. “Mmfm phaa… I will admit, that was sufficiently relaxing. We got there in the end, wouldn't you say?” Clover mused as she wiped down the groove of her hind, -Clrlpth- a curdling crackle of old glue reverting above me, before she dropped the squares of soiled paper on top of my still shaking face. “Though, you really do not make for prime stallionfriend material.” She rose her hind off the throne with a -Chhstpwwwop- like uncorking her flanks. “You deserve what you got, and soon enough, Sinder will see that too. I'll have her see the writing on the wall,” she turned and looked down at me. “And when she does, she'll find someone who treats her well, who suits her, and devotes their life to her. But, in a more classically romantic sense than your little, display,” she mumbled the last word. “And then, you'll have that forsaken wish, you'll be the toilet for a passionate, happy couple… My, ‘suppose Sinder really did have an idea of what she was doing. Still, she deserves better than you, Resin,” the mare mused and withdrew. She washed her hooves in silence, and left to rejoin the party. Without another word spared on the toilet. It stung… Even at her worst, Sinder had not looked at me, or talked to me with such… undiluted malice and contempt, whilst having not an inkling of their words weighing on their head. What was a soliloquies for a latrine? -Chrhrlpgg- I could still feel the mire macerating in my guts… plugging me tauter in the pipes, a constant reminder of the filth that had passed my lips, and still lingered on it. My eyes grew salty. I caught some droplets with my tongue, to vainly attempt to wash away the plastered caulked mulch. Or, at the very least, taste something else. This… couldn't be my fate. -Crrrk- The door creaked open. And again… A familiar voice. “Reign?” “It strained my lungs, but a wheezed out in reply, “M-mom?” [Scat] Lustbound GatheringLustbound Gathering Written by Septia. The screen’s luminance laid as an imprint on my face, within the borders of light laid etchings of the third draft of my announcement. The black strokes faded, one by one, as withdrew to rewrite it once more. Exasperation passed my lips as my head arched back, staring up at the clear sky bathing the park in the forenoon sun's glow. This was wearing on me a lot more than I had expected. Finding the words to properly convey this… cinder of information I had been dunked into since yesterday. However, you allow cider to rest in the open, there will soon be not but yeast. Another inhale. I had to just, get it out, for Reign's sake. Family Group Chat and Announcements. [08:34] ViolaR: “Greetings and well wishes to you all. Stay calm, this is not an emergency, however it is of concern to the whole family, so read it at your own pace. It is about Reign. My little cinnamontop might be coming home. Again, I assure you, nothing is the matter with them. However, if they do, it is with a few, changes. Which we, as family, should respect. For, he is coming back in the form of a-” [08:34] DDR: “Cool.” [08:35] Crestway: “Trouble with that lass of his? I'll kick em if I have to, just say how hard.” [08:35] MedleyO: “I thought Reign still lived at home?” [08:35] ViolaR: “Family please excuse me I had not intended to send tthat message yet. I was not done.” [08:35] BrookR: “Deep breaths sweetums. Give her some space.” [08:38] ViolaR: “He would return to us, with a particular arrangement, for Reign has decided to dedicate himself to being, a toilet servant.” (edited). [08:42] Podial: “Wut” [08:43] DDR: “Hah, lol, okay.” [08:44] WillamareO: “This supposed to be funny?” [08:44] MedleyO: “A what now?” [08:44] Crestway: “Viola I, do not quite get what you are pulling at?” [08:45] ViolaR: “I know it can be a bit to take in, I'm well aware. Let this settle at its own pace. You will always have me available for questions and clarifications in this thread or through private messages.” [08:45] DDR: “Mom we get it, you can stop.” [08:45] WillamareO: “because I do not think it very funny.” [08:49] Crestway: “So this is a joke, right?” [08:53] BrookR: “Sweetums, what?” [08:55] ViolaR: “I wanted to let you all know, so that it does not come as a surprise later. I assure you this is a serious matter, and I want nopony to look down on Reign just because of his position.” [08:57] ViolaR: “More than, one already would with him in, such a compromised position…” [08:58] DDR: “…” [09:00] Podial: ” Whaaa?” [09:01] DDR: “This… so… this isn't a joke?” [09:04] ViolaR: “Oh be kind to your brother, Drew, when he comes back. This applies to all of you. The best way to support Reign is to accept him, so even if you may feel… apprehensive, I advise you do utilise, him, as he wishes.” [09:04] Crestway: “Uh… huh. Huh… huh? Oh you mean… Oh.” [09:06] DDR: “Mom check your dm's…” ~ 1 ~ This was, absurd. I stared at the group chat, scrolling up and down the messages, seeing several family members still writing. Flicking between chats while I waited for mom to respond. Idly back and forth, back and forth. I threw a glance in my messaging history, Reign was still there, a few slots down, underneath my group chat, mom and dad. We haven't spoken in like a year and still he's not a far scroll away… Curiosity got the better of me. Last we spoke was… when I still had a job… My brow furrowed. Finally I saw mom talking. Private Chat with ViolaR [09:02] DDR: “Mom please talk to me here.” [09:04] DDR: “Mom, here.” [09:05] DDR: “Please?” [09:09] ViolaR: “I'm here, dear.” [09:09] DDR: “Thank the moon, finally. Ok, mom. You can't just go and type that stuff. I wouldn't put it past them for most of our family to have fibs like this go right over their manes.” [09:11] ViolaR: “Dear, it is not a fib.” [09:11] DDR: “mom you can stop, it is just me here.” [09:12] ViolaR: “Please have an open mind for your brother's sake, I would think if anyone would understand this it would be you. The two of you are, essentially the same generation, right? I… might be mistaken.” [09:14] DDR: “mom… What do you maen? Is, Is Reign a… toilet servant?” [09:14] ViolaR: “He is, yes. I used his services yesterday.” I stared at the screen, slumping back in my bed which creaked and buckled beneath me – didn't fit the same as when I was a colt… I flicked back to chats, scrolled down, and entered my conversation with Reign. Last message from him was: “We'll see how long you'll last~.” I huffed. A message prompt from mom flickered up on screen. [09:20] ViolaR: “I assure you, your brother was very accommodating.” “The Tartarus…” I mumbled and flicked back to Mom's chat. [09:21] DDR: “So, he's like… just sitting in the bathroom or?” [09:22] ViolaR: “Actually, he is positioned inside the bowl itself, down at the bottom his muzzle sticks up.” [09:25] DDR: “… In, the toilet?” [09:26] ViolaR: “Yes dear.” [09:26] DDR: “And, you just… sit there and, piss?” [09:26] ViolaR: “That is an option.” [09:27] DDR: “What if you have to drop a load?” [09:27] ViolaR: “He will take that too.” [09:28] DDR: “OKay but like, what if it is like, a big one?” [09:28] ViolaR: “He was stationed there all night throughout a party Sinder was hosting, I would honesty be impressed if you managed to clog him.” A party… Guests… party guests… Sinder… It was all well and good that my bro got himself a girl, but… did everything have to really revolve around her? Just because she's pretty and cooks good food and holds down a stable job… I pinched my lower lip with my teeth. In my mind’s eye I saw Reign's face jutting out of the toilet bowl, that smug face crammed in a dirty pit, protesting as shadows of stinky mountains loomed above… I bit harder… [09:33] DDR: “Does he like, do other stuff, like what If I wanted a massage?” [09:33] ViolaR: “I can not say with certainty, tho it depends on how free his hooves are.” [09:34] DDR: “And like…do you use toilet paper or just, wipe off on him?” [09:34] DDR: “Does he use his tongue?” [09:34] DDR: “What do you do with the paper if you do use it?” [09:34] DDR: “Does he have a preferred flavor of paper?” [09:35] DDR: “Does he still talk?” [09:35] DDR: “How often do you need to change him out?” [09:36] ViolaR: “Drew, dear, I am still responding in the main chat. There was paper last I checked, but I am uncertain if it was necessary or not. This is fairly fresh news for me as well. But he will make your visit as comfortable as he can.” My chest oscillated… huffing out through my nostrils. I flicked back to my Reign chat, staring at his icon, remembering his face, so I could picture it down the loo. [09:39] DDR: “What about other services…? What if I have to go number three? Does he… 'Assist' with that?” The chat went silent for a bit. The message dots indicating Viola typing shone up, then faded. Bright, then gone. I tapped my hoof against my bed frame, playing with the zipper to my hoodie. Waiting… [09:42] ViolaR: “Yes. To my knowledge, he would.” All the anticipation flooded out of me in a wheeze, and it roiled into a chuckle. I gnawed on my lip while drumming my hoof against the bed frame. I could picture it clear as day now: Reign's perfect, face framed in the bowl with my dick hanging over him. There wouldn't be enough space on his face for smugness once I'd be down with him… [09:46] DDR: “Got it mom. This is still like, a lot to process, but I think I'll get the hang of it.” [09:47] ViolaR: “That is such a relief to hear dear. I am certain your brother will appreciate it.” Right. That, put an ever so small hamper on my mood. My perfect way to get at him scot-free, and he'd enjoy it… I shrugged. Still worth it. I'm sure I could find some way to make him regret making himself too open… [09:49] DDR: “Sure will. Thanks for the head's up, mom.” ~ 2 ~ Deep, long breaths, in and out. Just think, letting my mind wander. A glance back at the screen… it was still there. What was Viola saying about our son…? Looking at the description she'd written out on our private messages. All the words there were… It didn't, sit right. I kept staring at it, but nothing made sense. I hadn't been able to make sense of it. I picked up the phone, and made one more message. Private Chat with ViolaR [09:21] BrookR: “Sweetums?” [09:22] ViolaR: “Yes, buster?” So, she responded to my message. But… what do I do now? [09:30] ViolaR: “Buster?” [09:33] ViolaR: ” Brook? Are you still there?” [09:33] BrookR: “Could you, take it from the top?” [09:34] ViolaR: “It is not as bad as it sounds.” There were scarce worse starts to a sentence – other possible contenders being “Look on the bright side” and “My sisters are visiting.” [09:35] ViolaR: “He does an upstanding job of it, and he certainly has your stamina. It was late into the moon hours when I got to him, and our boy was holding strong.” [09:37] BrookR: “Sweetums…” First, Drew's situation was just going downhill, back home and closed off in his room every day. And now this? It couldn't get much lower could it…? But then… [09:41] ViolaR: “I know you miss him.” My chest contracted at this message. I stared into the screen. As it dimmed, my reflection emerged, and within that reflection, I could see Reign. Had it already been so long? I could only sit idly by so long, thinking of how happy he must be with Sinder, before it started to tear at my heart as well. A calm breath. [09:46] BrookR: “How big was this party?” [09:49] ViolaR: “Two dozen, easily.” [09:49] BrookR: “That is impressive.” [09:50] BrookR: “Hardly a chance to clog the pipes then.” [09:52] ViolaR: “It certainly is, Buster mine~. There is much in our son to be proud over. I hope you can see that.” [09:53] BrookR: “He is our son. I am sure I will.” [Scat] Lustbound FlushLustbound Flush Written by Septia. Hope, was not the emotion I harbored once I saw the light again, despite the figure carved out in the light being that of my own mother. The thought of her returning had haunted my senses, seeing me as I was, head sticking out of a this porcelain trench, still reeking of the previous visitor. Hope was lost days ago. But this, feeling, that fluttered in the cold cocoon of piping wrapped around my chest. Perhaps an alleviation from exhaustion? This party had already been too much, watching hind after hind obscure the brief view I was deigned… Her face… offered, if not hope, at least a break. It took time to manage my lips into speech, filth laid encrusted on my gums obscuring their locomotion. “M-mom… I-I c-can-…” “My dear Reign,” she interrupted, turning so that her black and umber streaked mane bobbed beside her face. “It is, fine, dear.” These words… The previous sight of him, she had turned tail, but… here was the mare, this, was really the mare who had raised him. Then… she continued. “I spoke to Sinder, she explained everything.” The warmth in my chest turned… I had kept my… kink, away from her knowledge. This was not how I wished for her to find out, even if where I was now had far gone over the edge… Maybe If I had encountered this earlier in life. If I had found my boundaries back then… But, it was out of my hooves. I'd accept any scolding. “It, still goes beyond my grasp. I am afraid, some things I could fathom but… to this extent…” She sounded just like me… Guess we were both off of the deep end. “However, as your mother, I… I am more than willing to accept the path you have chosen.” “H-huh?” Violet smiled. “In the end, nothing brings more joy to a mother's heart than to see the joy of her dearest, and if that entails giving you the world, or giving you what remains of my party binge…,” she started to tremble off somewhat in her conviction, as a churning gurgle lashed into a flutter of fumes -Fbvvrrrbffflth- “Then I am more than happy to provide.” It can't be… mom, not you. Disbelief shook my head; the hold of the toilet's nadir restricted my motion. “Oh you shouldn't give your mother that look, dear. In the end I have always supported you, haven't I?” she said as her head disappeared from view, and soon a pair of parchment pale yellow flanks burgeoned onto the seat, “and seems it is time for my rear end to support you as well.” The cheeks slid into place, dipping down under the constraint of the rim. I struggled for breath, aghast by the brim of flesh caressing between the cleft, staring back at me as it protruded in winks. The gape widened for a brief moment. -Bbbfrrrrppfffth- A flood of swampy bowel breath battered me, the reverberations shaking the structure keeping me in place, after which I was met by the tench of leather pickled in whey, cloying through my nostrils. “Ooph, aha, and speaking of my binge. Sinder had some lovely bread puffs on display, I had already eaten two before I realised they were jam packed with fmmsaw.” The next word was underlined by a humid burgle of fumes fluttering out of her hind, “Ch-cheeese,” -PPFbbwfllfpwlrlbrth-. “Phaa, but at that point, mm I could not resist. You know how your mother gets, I haven't let my lactose intolerance get the better of me before, we've always just had a chuckle about it. Hah. Though I… suppose this fmmf,” -Pfbbbrrptha-,” will be the first case off you witnessing the effects it has on me first hoof… aha…” Violet kept a jovial tone, despite her vocal chords at times being out of tune. “O-oh ri-right, mfms,” “I could hear the shifts in her tone, and the burgling in her bowels: I was pained with tension. “I would, prefer not to get the tongue treatment, excuse your mother for being old fashioned. I just have to adjust myself to your new position, so for now, you need not worry about anything, except being a standard toilet f-for me.eee-fmm.” She wheezed out the last line as her pucker flared open in a muddy gush of flatulence -Kkrgpluuutcha- splattering a ring of filth that stained from my forehead to my chin. Then… it came… Her pucker clapped open, for a deluge of slop to cascade from her depths. The floating mire blocked what little light grazed me from the crevice of her thighs. The slop pelted my muzzle with the consistency of a runny cream-pie -Chhllptthhwwlwplurhc-, the loose sludge slobbered and drooled down thorugh my coat and onto my skin, chunks of cured filth flowing through the moist gruel and kneading into my chin, little pockets of solid, tactile feedback below the avalanche of molten, motherly molasses. Her pucker squealed in a strain as it divulged her percolating cargo -Chhrlglgpaugsu- -Chhrguurlpsh- winking to give brief interludes in the watery mudslide that I was placed under. “Mmnngnrhhrhga,” mother grunted above, a brief hold in the flood before a greasy huff of vapor vented free with another downpour of muck, more gruel to top the carpet of bile smothering my coat flat to my hide. “MWMmgrhrpaaao,” another grunt -Vhhrrlgptuthsha- Another barrage of gruel to follow it. It continued in bursts: Her bowels bubbling with the unwelcome element of lactic ravaging her insides, and taking it out all over me. My skin toasting under the slathering of hot sludge assaulting my senses. My image of the this mare, the pony I owed my existence to… warped by the undiluted odour flooding and imprinting itself on my senses: it smelled of heated rubber poured down a mushroom stew, of tar brewn in the navel of an ursine, with the sting of needles prickling a reeking stench into my sinews. “Mmfghhaabj” -Bbfruruiglgpthsha- Anther grunt, another onslaught. The surface of the filth crept up around me, hills of the fluid mire drooping over itself and clotting the bowl clogged of grime. I couldn't… untapped reserves of willpower shot through me… my muzzle wedging up, breaching the surface, to call out. “M-mom, stop, I don't want this.” I said it… my words sloppy with the radioactive mare cement trickling down my maw, but I did it. “S-sweetie…” Violet spoke above, the ominous grow of her bowels a chorus to her words -Chhgllrgl- “do pipe down in there.” I flinched. “My sides are reaping havoc through my posterior, and this was the only washroom available,” she admitted in between huffs. Then… “Right now, momma needs a functional toilet far more than I do a son.” The words drew a spear through my spine, then left it to rot, to merge with me, infecting all of my being with its taint. Once her words passed, I was not the same stallion. I sunk, back into the mire. Left with one option to keep breathing… I swallowed -Ghllpgugish-. Mouthfuls of The raw sewage of my own flesh and blood cooked my throat as I guzzled it down, reeking of moulding white and blue dairy, as slimy as the oils dripping from an expired wheel of cheese cheddar. “Mmngghs, mgmghphaa…” It was my mother, her groans started to take on hints of a pleasured tone, the more I fell back into performing my tasks… it brought her relief to let go of inhibitions and worries about me… To feel justified in her mind that… this is what I wanted… that was, my only solace. The muck drained down my throat, a stew of poor dietary decisions and creamy sulfur. To think that the woman who conceived me… was also capable of giving birth to this vile waste… The thought struck a chord through me, like a musician striking their xylophone so hard the key cracked: was there really much that separated me from what she gestated now? I was not even the results of her nourishing meal… I was merely the receptacle where it was disposed of… Tears joined the muck… I could not distinguish them from the myriad of corrupted tastes of mud broiled broccoli and expired curds curing in a gym sock… but the act brought tears flooding down my face, I experienced my spirit abandoned my mortal coil. -Bbrppglltlth-. “Phoo… dear me… I haven't felt my pipes so clear for a good while,” Violet said as she swabbed her flank with folds of cotton-like squares. One by one the papers were dropped and left to flutter, or fall under the variable weight of grime housed within them, dotting my dishevelled countenance, as I breathed tainted, but clear air. Meanwhile the bustling of the party thumped outside the door, many miles away from the moment we shared “My… That really had you going, didn't it? Hope it, wasn't too much?” she said, though gauging my reactions under the multitude of crumpled papers was… an art of interpretation. “I may not be so 'hip' with the times, but I still got some kick in me, right?” she said, letting out a deep sigh. It took a platoon of papers to clear out the mess… in the meanwhile we merely remained in each other's company. “I have to say, it is still, quite nice to get to spend this time with you,” Violet said. What emotions I could still muster in my chest… were ceased under the talons of guilt. “I know you are grown, you can more than well handle yourself, though, I do still love you… son, or Toilet alike.” “Well then, I do better be off. With a party like this I can only imagine others are waiting for their turn.” The desperation and dread those words invoked were choked back by the guilt… keeping me in place… where I was supposed to be… “And I wouldn't want to keep you,” she said, and stepped off the seat. Heading to the door, only to return. “Sweetie?” I looked up, through eyelashes clotted in grime, view obscured in tainted papers, through which I could only gauge her silhouette. “Thank you, momma loves you.” Then the lid, shut. I plunged, back, into the festering dungeon. ~ 1 ~ The following couple of visits, barely registered. The one, possible hope that remained… had been dashed to tatters, and gagged me for my insolence in believing there was a way out. Colours faded to light and darkness. Darkness as the lid closed, and a flash of light when it opened. But the light never lasted, soon again it was eclipsed by a hind, or intersected with a cock aiming down his maw, to deposit a pungent – or at times… a salty substance. It washed some of the gunk clotting his oesophagus. One has to appreciate the little things… The longer the night went on, the less faces he saw… The less ponies addressed him, the less they reacted… Soon they didn't acknowledge him anymore. Why would they? He was just the toilet, wasn't he? That's… what all this was about… wasn't it? What he had wanted, what he dreamed off… what he fantasized of with Sinder… Light, darkness, light, darkness… Turning the shutters on a window, again, and again, but it was without a view. ~ 2 ~ “You have a safe trip home, try to get some sleep in, bye bye~.” Sinder shut the door. “Alright, that should be about time to-…” The mare realised she was addressing nopony. The snack tables were cleared, furniture shifted, cups, plates, and tankers stuffed away in corners and tables. Seems that was the last guest. It was just her now. She picked up her phone, flicking through chatrooms, responding to people mentioning they've made a successful trip home, monitoring the common group and measuring their opinions. That was the purpose of this shindig, wasn't it? She passed the toilet, then looked back. Right… she wasn't completely alone. ~ 3 ~ A clack of plastic -Cllltck- and lift. A face: Orange coat, brown fur, a big smile. “Hey there Reign, great job today.” I only breathed at her. “Thought this might've been a bit much, but you haven't completely cracked yet, least I think so,” she said, and reached down to tap my cheek. The touch… of another… Actual, physical contact. Why… didn't it feel right?” “Oh yeah, you're good,” she stated. The hoof withdrew. And in its place… -Bbthnk- her hind slopped onto the seat. -Chhrlrlpgghsh- A crackle of fatty grime cleaved its way through her cheeks in one, solid heft of mare fudge, warping and contorting her pucker along the broad expanse of fissure-dressed manure dangling on its way down my muzzle. The fat bar of expended nutrition slotted into my gape, and slacked, a stench of burned lemon ash and forgotten hay quiches weighed on my senses. She didn't even address it… she was just checking if the toilet worked. I heard her tapping away at her phone as the mulch curled out of her hind in one doughy tail of gunk, crinkling like a plastic bag submerging in dough -Chrlpgth-Cbgrlpggsh-. “Phew, wow what a success this was,” she chatted above. At least, she was speaking to me… “There were a fair few folk who came up to me andnmfs phaa, complimented me on your behalf, but people really let loose when they get to chat away from you, I mean, just look at this?” she said and wedged her thighs open below her, letting me see light from the bathroom streaming in, carved in twain by the pillar of dung descending into my maw. And somewhere in that light, her screen beamed at me, showing me the general chat. Party General Chat [23:46] Clover Juice: “Have to admit, I had middling hopes, but that was a pretty comfy sit down.” [23:46] xXstarligjtXx: “wasn't it weird to have someone stare up your plot? I didn't actually go, but now I'm thinking I should have.” [23:47] Clover Juice: “Oh that passes pretty quickly, Reign did an admirable job.” [23:47] Rusty: “I know I'd use him again, what's the harm? It is just like a regular toilet except it is actually -happy- that you're using it?” [23:48] xXstarligjtXx: “That, does sound like a win-win, I guess.” [23:50] Partysounds: “he was great down there, really felt like you were cared for.” [23:52] Limber: “Ok, so I gotta say now, I wasn't the only one that figured out you can go number three with the toilet boy?” [23:52] xXstarligjtXx: “huh?” [23:52] Partysounds: “Ooooooo.” [23:53] Bugjune: “Hang on what?” [23:53] Limber: “You all know what I'm talking about, you thought I wet n there half a dozen times in one night to take a leek? Ya'll out here shaming my bladder is what yer doing.” [23:55] Crestway: “huh, you know I didn't think Reign played both fields.” [23:56] ArksnRosy: “His tongue played all over my fields if-ya-know whadda mean~” [23:57] Clover Juice: “That's a lil gross.” [23:57] Limber: “It is the most hygienic thing he's done all day.” [23:58] Crestway: “Limber has a point, and if Reign's up for it, that doesn't seem like mch of an issue right?” [23:58] Partysounds: “Just another way to have fun then~” I stared at the messages scrolling past, shaking. There didn't seem, to be any pony who cared to ask my opinion, they all took it for granted. Why would you ask a toilet anything…? “You've gotten so much praise I'm actually kinda jealous, like, what if it was me down there~?” Sinder joked. “Course I would never do that, don' gmmm, take offence to this,” she huffed out as her pucker dug into the meat of the bale forging through her pucker and letting it -Clllpghths- slap down over my muzzle, juggling on the seat with her cheeks dancing as she got comfortable, releasing a few rancid bouts of fog -LLcphhhthg- -Bbrrrflflth-. “But I don't got a fetish for this kinda stuff so I don't know how you manage… but the fact you do and can go to this kind of capacity, whew.” I just tried to chew through the cobra of dung she caked my face with. Couldn't voice my opinion either way if my mouth was clogged, though I… barely thought that far, It was all just… instinct. Molars digging through the festering filth, breaking it apart into droll coated gems of muck, and down my throat it went, into the drain… “I even have lot of people requesting and asking when the next party is.” This… managed to stir something, for a moment everything felt… real again, the flavor of putrefaction was amplified in my maw, leading me to cough and gargle below. “Yeah I'm pretty excited too. I mean, limits can always be tested, am I right?” Sinder said and leaned back, sighing as she aimlessly scrolled, thigs wide open to get a good look at her former boyfriend down the drain. Well… he was still her boyfriend… kinda? She mulled over this for a bit. Just as she got a new notification. “Oooh yeah, Almost forgot to tell you, by now I'm sure you know I talked to Violet” I managed a nod. “Yeah dunno how that happened honestly, kinda awkward when I had to explain things to yer folk, but better to break the news to her in some way. Either case, she's been missing you a lot, and rest of your family has tooo. Says she would really appreciate you making a visit.” It took a while… to parse what she was saying… My mind still assaulted by chemical reactions gone wrong. “And hey, I'm not gonna hog you forever, so I said its fine with me. Just need to know what you think now,” she asked down to the pit. I saw her face. The joy on it, the pride… I swallowed the tail end of her sludge -Cllgpgpmsh- “V-visit?” “Yeah, you wanna vibe with your folks for a while?” Oh tartarus, we were actually having a conversation… She wasn't just speaking at me. “Ah-ah…” Gotta choose my words well. “Y-yeah, sure.” Dang it. “Sweet, I'll forward that to miss toilet momma,” Sinder said and clapped her thighs shut, jamming her cheeks down a bit to mush over my face, feeling a smear of slop -Chrlpth- brushed over my muzzle from her crack. “You clear me up and I'll handle the rest.” She typed away at the phone. Message History [23:22] ViolaR: “Since this is quite the development, I was thinking of, setting up something with the family.” [23:24] Sinny: “How do you mean? And it was great to have ya today.” [23:27] ViolaR: “Thank you, dear. But I mean, it is a big change to just spring on the the family, I know I would have taken it better with some warning, so I thought, what if we could. Ah. (is install the proper word?) But yes, install Reign in our house for a week or so. Just to get everypony on the same page with his new role.” [23:29] Sinny: “anything to get him back in the house, ay?” [23:30] ViolaR: “Is it such a crime to miss my boy? Although to clarify, I am quite serious.” [23:31] Sinny: “alright, I'Seems only fair, I'll be sure to ask, when I get the chance.” [23:31] ViolaR: “Thank you dear.” [23:31] Sinny: “yeah no prob.” Sinny is typing… [23:59] Sinny: “So when do you want the new toilet installed?” Lustbound HypeLusbound Hype Written by Septia. -Wuurrzzz-. Drew's phone lit up with the hum of a notification, feeling it shaking on the bedside table. The stallion turned over, hearing the squeaks and shifts of wood below the bed frame he'd long outgrown -Ckrrhnnngk-. He saw the icon of an orange mare in the corner, smirking at him. She really felt like a match for his brother. But… what was this about? Drew picked up the phone, staring at the message with his brow in folds. [10:21] Sinny: “You hyped to see your bro?” Something stirred In his gut. Butterflies? Or, more like moths. He tapped the message. Private Chat with Sinny [10:23] DDR: “I guess.” [10:23] DDR: “I mean, he's not, that exciting off a pOny, no offense.” [10:23] DDR: “I mean you spend a lot of time with him, you know what he's like.” [10:24] DDR: “Also hi.” [10:24] Sinny: “Been seeing him a lil less lately, well, some parts of him a least. Still spend a lot of intimate time with the bf.” [10:25] Sinny: “You know, he definitely gets more ass this way.” She finished the last message with an emote sticking out its tongue. Drew read these messages again, and again. Reading them enough he saw the words between each message. There was this, a particular irk about his brother getting more action than him, even as a toilet. [10:26] DDR: “so, your still together?” [10:26] Sinny: “What?” [10:27] Sinny: “Eh? He's my bf. He's just coming over for a visit you know? I am not gonna let you guys keep him, family or not.” [10:28] DDR: “Right, yeah, course. So, you two still… do… stuff…?” [10:28] Sinny: “?” [10:30] Sinny: “Ooo, yeah we do. He's gotten a lot more enthusiastic about it too, livin to please and all, I've had to control his pace. Gotten a whole lot a practice with his tongue too, 's like a bidet down there.” [10:31] DDR: “That's, a more specific answer than I imagined, I didn't intend to pry that far, but, damn.” [10:32] Sinny: “Oh It's no biggie. Once you've had like twenty plus ponies plonking their flanks on your bf in an evening, it's a bit easier to just chat about it, you know?” [10:32] Sinny: “They weren't sexual, but still.” [10:33] Sinny: “At least most of them.” “Wow, that really happened…,” Drew mumbled to himself. He'd thought that party was like, a metaphor, or… It was just difficult to imagine a whole celebration just centered around ponies using his brother for… bathroom activities. Though when, seeing put in bold text before his eyes, it emboldened the reality of it. Drew smirked. [10:35] DDR: “Heh, I get it, I think, and he's my bro so it's not that weird to talk about, the news is just, still fresh.” [10:36] Sinny: “Yeah yeah.” [10:36] DDR: “SO you'll like, just come and, install him?” [10:37] Sinny: “That's the idea, just don't wear him out too much, okay?” [10:38] DDR: “Will try.” [10:38] DDR: “Try not too.” [10:38] DDR: “I mean you already spoke to mom about it.” [10:39] DDR: “Why, are you messaging me about this? Everything's already settled by now, mom talked to us all about this stuff. So what's up?” Drew glared at the line of dots pulsing in the corner. Why was this taking so long. His brow furrowed further. The dots faded, then rose back up, faded again… [10:43] Sinny: “Just checking the status of you guys. I know everypony aren't used to this on the regular. Good to prompt everypony, having us all on the same page, yaknow?” This, resonated with Drew. “On the same page,” he mumbled. Drew's eyes opened wide, his brow raised and smoothed. His lips forming an 'O'. [10:44] DDR: “How'd you think hE likes it?” [10:44] Sinny: “I think Reign's having the time of his life~.” Another emote… could it be…? One more test… [10:44] DDR: “But, like, you'd stop if he asked, right?” [10:45] Sinny: “Haven't thought about that, I mean, why would he ask? This is like a fantasy come true for em, took a while to accept, but I'm not going to take that away from him now just like that. He's still my bf, but you know, now he's a toilet~.” The grin spread over Drew's face. He'd been hoping… Couped up in this lil room, the same he'd been in while his brother left to get a hot, successful girlfriend and his own house… If he could just make Reign squirm a bit… put him in his place… and it seems Sinder was all on board for doing just that. [10:46] DDR: “Well you can be sure that I'm game for this. Yeah, you know what; I can't wait to see big bro again, going to be a great time see just how much he's 'grown'.” Drew searched for an appropriate emote to convey his underlying meaning, but Sinder was quicker on the draw. [10:46] Sinny: “Hey ta's swell to hear, Gonna feel weird to take a dump in a regular bowl though.” [10:47] Sinny: “Going to be nice to have the house a bit to myself, might do some redecorating, clearing out some things…” “She's getting rid of his stuff.” That had to be what she meant, wasn't it? It? Ooo this was in depth… Drew felt this hooves oscillating in a deep excitement brought on by a simmering, deep-seated resentment. He could picture his brother's face in the toilet again, framed not by clean porcelain, but by stains and mildew, gasping for air under a load of horseapples… [10:47] DDR: “Oh yeah, just happy to give you the time you need, we've been missing bro, so we'll be sure to take good care of him.” [10:47] Sinny: “Reign is quite lucky to have this supportive of a family~.” [10:49] DDR: “speaking of support, Reign can handle some big loads, right? Cuz, dad's, legitimately, clogged the toilet like, three times. His bowels powered by slugs and constipation. But Reign'd be more than willing to take on like ten kilos of manure, right?” [10:50] Sinny: “Geeze, it really sounds like you were made for each other, he should've come out of this toilet closet earlier.” [10:50] DDR: “More like, back in the…” [10:50] DDR: “Back in, the bathroom. Going, in instead of… yeah.” [10:50] Sinny: “I'd polish that one up before adding it to your routine~.” [10:52] DDR: “Uugh, sorry, I'm just, uugh I'm excited now… I'm going to clog that smug ass prick's face full of muck and then pound it all down his throat with my dick. Only thing soothing his sore throat'll be my fresh ripe cum.” The chat was still for a while. Beads of sweat formed on Drew's forehead. That… might have been showing his hoof a bit quickly… The dots appeared. Then faded. Oh yeah, that was definitely too far… [10:54] Sinny: “Dang, you are really into this stuff~. Reign's gonna if the rest of you are even half as enthused then Reign's going to love his stay with you. Can you imagine holding those fantasies in ya gut for years, then find out out everypony supports you? Seriously don't treat him too well, I'm going to want him back, even if I've got to step up my game.” Relief washed out Drew's tension. [10:55] DDR: “You don't mind, right? The about the cock thing?” [10:55] Sinny: “Heck if you wanna treat him like a cum dumpster and fill the whole bowl be my guest~ He's been through so much already, you really just gotta let you loose those established thoughts that' he's a pony and, hmm… accept that' he's also a toilet, right?” [10:56] Sinny: “And the only thing about a toilet is to make sure it still works, s don't go 'breaking him now, he's only a lend.” [10:56] DDR: “For sure, sure, I'll make extra sure momand dad are on the same page.” [10:56] Sinny: “Great stuff. [10:57] Sinny: “Gotta head out now, good chatting with ya DDR.” [10:57] DDR: “Same, same, cya.” Drew stifled a chuckle as he put the phone down, spreading out, so his hooves went over the edge of the bed, staring into the ceiling with renewed vigor and joy playing over his muzzle. Judging by what Sinder said, there wouldn't be any problems… how could there? Because if what she said was true, it would be hard to break something already broken~. [Scat] Lusbound InstallationLustbound Installation Written by Septia. Fresh air. It tastes like a dream. I have been walking outside for, at least an hour now, and still the air… I can't get over it. I take a deep gulp of oxygen, it fills my chest, I feel my barrel expand without resistance; when I inhaled, my barrel expanded, there was no piping of porcelain or metal hampering its expanse, constricting my lung capacity, acting as a constant reminder that I was trapped down the drain of a toilet… It was just, a breath. This sensation was, normal, of course. But to me, it felt unusual after being trapped for so long. Wish I had gotten more of a chance to speak with Sinder. Difficult to find the words, and she was busy with work. But, giving us some time away from each other, might be for the best. I could gather my thoughts while visiting my family, and sort it out with her once we were together again. I had to clear up this misunderstanding. Yes, all of this started because… I asked for it, but, I didn't want to live as her toilet… I had more than enough experience of it now to last a lifetime. While walking, I check through my phone again. Still so many messages. People I know, people I didn't know; ponies wondering where I was, ponies knowing exactly where I had been. Over a month of unanswered messages. I put it back in my bag. It was giving me a headache to scroll through. Most of it was just, people teasing me. Unsolicited pictures of their plots and ponuts, as if I didn't see those enough from where Sinder kept me all day – or…worse. A month… I brought up the phone again, scrolling through messages, oh no. In the cascade of notifications, was a line of messages from my boss. Oh. I stopped next to a house, leaning against the wall. At first, they had asked where I was. But… Private Messages Chat with The Boss Greetings, Reign. I have been informed of your new position. While I would have preferred hearing it from you in person, your partner was quite amicable in sorting out the details of your resignation. It was a pleasure working with you, and I wish you luck in your future endeavors. Your severance pay has been wired to Sinder as per her request. Best of wishes – Tinseltink. Oh. So, I wasn't working at the shop anymore, apparently. One less engagement that anchored me to this world. I guess that was… another thing I had to deal with. Private Message chat with Heineon Wassup Reign, heard you were out, real nice work at the party~. Wanna head out to a festival with me? – Heineon. I wasn't in the mood to engage right now. The thought of Hineon still had my stomach in a knot. I put the phone back down. And thus, never saw the follow-up message: “Oh wait lol, I'll just ask Sinder.” ~ 1 ~ Home. That was my door. Been a while bit, it was still there. Deep breath. I knocked. The door was soon replaced by the sight of a mare in a soft yellow coat and black streaked mane, my mother. “Reign, my sweet cinnamon top. So great to see you, come in, come in, we have all been waiting.” “H-hi, m-mom.” My voice sounded, small. The hallway was the same, mom and dad's hats were still on the shelves. And… was that Drew's old jacket? So he still lived with our parents. “Good to see you, sport.” Dad said, coming out into the hall and scrubbing his hoof through my mane. “Hey, d-dad. Long time no see.” “Too long, too long. Aherm,” Brook coughed and took a step back. In the corner of my eye, at the foot of the stairs in the next room, stood Drew. My brother was, mostly the same. Though the way he looked at me… “Heey Drew, I am back.” “…hi.” “I will take your bags, dear,” mom said and helped me out of the saddlebags, just like she had done so many times before… This, nostalgia thrummed in my chest. “I am in the middle of making dinner, so you will have to wait a bit, but there will be more than enough food for you as well.” “Sounds good, I…” I wanted to talk. But, maybe it was a bit of a heavy subject to get into right away. I could, ease into it. “What's for dinner, mom?” Violet paused, and tilted her head towards me. “Oh, I am makin-.” “Aaauugh, could we stop this nonsense?” Drew called out and jumped off of the stairs, walking up into the hallway, his grape green hair flung back from his advance. “Why are you both doting over him like this? Its not like he's here to socialize and stay over dinner, he's not here as our guest,” Drew flung his hoof out in a gesture towards me. “Reign is back to be a fixture in our bathroom, he's supposed to be our toilet.” A fracture chinked into the atmosphere of comforting nostalgia. Breath caught in my throat, my lungs stifled, as if they were already trapped again. Brook smacked his lips. “While… I don't so much mind. Drew has it right. I have not yet had a chance to go today, still stuffed up from work, and I could use a sit-down before dinnertime.” The fractures propagated; a lattice of cracks breaking through the façade. Violet sighed. “Oh alright, I do suppose I will not have much time before dinner either way, might as well let you get comfortable, Reign.” Drew faced me. Smirking, as his horn lit up. In a flash of green, I was transported from not just the hallway, but from my family, and from the world I had thought myself anchored to. My hope, shattered. ~ 2 ~ These were the same roof tiles I had stared up at when I was as young. Boards covered in so many layers of white lacquer that they blended together into one whole under the alabaster membrane. They had left the seat up for me… The pressure was back. All around my torso laid the warped metal tubes, my neck encased in the nadir of the ceramic bowl. I was back in a toilet… my breath grew unsteady, in each shaking inhale I felt the metal casing weighing me back, reminding me of my place. Tears… I couldn't helped it. They made my eyes itch. But I could just try my best to blink them away. I couldn't believe this. I thought… I am so stupid… why would this be any different? But I… I hoped that this time… -Dkkk- The door slammed open. “Oops, sorry thought that I… forget you're in here.” Dad… I can't speak, the tears and pressures have me choked up. But I hear him enter, I see him barely in the angle from the bowl. And in his hoof, was a magazine. Chills ventured down my spine. I know my father. I know what this means. “Was, debating if I was even gonna bring this,” Brook said, holding up the magazine. “Since, you are here and all. But it, just… doesn't feel right to me.” I feel my heart clench. Yes, yes he is right. Brook smacked his lips and shook his head. “Pardon, that was rude, I have talked to your mother about this and, maybe I am just old fashion for not getting this. Didn't mean any offense, just, know it might take me a while to really get acclimated with this, new arrangement.” My heart sinks again. A cold horror streaks its way through my chest, constricting me. He knew it was wrong… he did not want to do it, and yet… -Gbhrhbgbghhs- a rumble emanated from him. “Phoo, alright. 'Scuse me if I am not very talkative, I'm overclocked as it is.” Brooks' head disappeared from view. A moment of solace, staring at the ceiling. Then, they were eclipsed by a broad pair of wide, swampy cheeks. His hind sliding into the grove, blotting out all but a sliver of light. “I…” I had to speak, now or never. “D-da-.” The pucker burst open in a pressure wave of smog -Pbbbrrrllpwrrrrth- The force of the hot air sweeping through my face and cloying its tendrils up my nostrils, an air of torched sawdust curdling in vinegar. All at once the bowl's temperature increased, simmering me in the presence of his active bowel's warning of what was to come. The sharp stench and heat coaxed more tears from the corner of my eyes, chipping breaths filling with the ageing flatulence. “Oh, right, right one thing, Reign. I don't want any of that tongue business, I'm sure you are good but I, I uh mfmgh…” he grunted, the sentence petering out as I hear him fiddling with the magazine. -Fppprfffwwwrpth- Another blast of stench beating me down. His cheeks reverberating above with the force. The reverberations through the flank shook out droplets of old sweat that pelted my face in the redolent perspiration. Some sweat seeped down my coat and muzzle, others clung to the hairs of my hide like dollops of tar, washing my face in the stench of hard work left to fester for hours on end. It was harder and harder to breath, let alone speak. All of my focus spent on keeping myself from hyperventilating. This odor… It was like hot pitch and raw sewage, it was salt-dried lettuce and old leather, it was… Less than what I was expecting. This kindled a thought in my head. Why? Why wasn't this the worst? Drew and I would always dare each other to go into the bathroom after dad, or, dread being next after he marked his territory. This should be worse. -Chhrlrllgktks- I hear the pucker warp above, though barely see it. It is heralded by grunts and groans from above, the flesh spreading, the dimensions of the wide tube of raw muck threading through my father‘s trough. The sliver of light lit up the side of the pillar of dung as it escaped my father's clutches; fatas a turnip, glistening with dews of colon bile filling the cracks with the mighty bale. As it closed in, the heat and pungency radiating out from its presence bathed me in a fatty sweltering of ripe manure… And yet, it, did not feel like the worst I had been through. Spending so long at the bottom of a toilet, I had, seen a lot. This was, terrifying, yes. But… expected? This did not carry the same, strange discomfort as breathing fresh air had. It was, almost like, this was supposed to happen. Watching the descending mound with this thought in mind was, even worse. Was I really that far gone? I couldn't be, this was a fluke this, I wasn't… meant to be here… right? “Mmghgauaa,” Dad exhaled, I felt the seat shift as his pucker pinched into the mound, dropping the discharge straight into my face… right into, my open mouth. I… didn't remember opening it… it just, was, did this mean-. My thoughts blot out under the undiluted taste of manure slathering my lips and tongue. The blend of the bale barely fit down my muzzle, and was teetering before falling over my face -Clslpthth-. The muck gummed over my snout and forehead, threatening to dry stuck to my coat. I swallowed… leading the corpulent bowel snake down my maw, past my tongue and down my oesophagus. -Glluguspgl- If I let this one stay, I'd soon be buried, and this crud dried to my skin, it would take a lot of scrubbing to get out. So I swallow, again, and again. The barrel of muck sinks down my throat, engorging it taut, swelling to the limits of the porcelain pocket by my neck. It is hard to work down but I managed more and more. Its incessant odor and taste permeating through my mouth and sinking into my senses, but I know I won't be rid of it elsewhere, it is routine by now. Even if it hurts, even if my neck malforms under its girth, I trawl it back off of my face, leaving me with a skidmark in its wake, and down the fat snake of sludge. -Pfbrbrrohrhthtpth- more smog beats down on me from above, stirring up the odor of filth encroaching from his bowels. It sloughs down over me, I wasn't finished with the first one yet, as the second mound piles down and -Cllptth- gummed at the tail end of the first, forming into one whole bale once more. This one thrusting down my neck without my involvement. -Clglpthth- I felt my throat ache against the porcelain, that thin membrane of flesh sandwiched in between cold solid ceramics and a hard dose of gut clay on the other end. I cough, wheeze, struggle for breath in the small gaps I have between swallowing, between feeling the log wade through my cheeks and inflate them in turn, forcing me to gnaw and break down the bale into loose chunks I could pack down my throat. “Mmpgsh, Reign, be, fms patient down there, more, than… enough to go around…” my father mumbles. Thinking my wheezes, coughs ad gurgles were signs of enjoyment, of eagerly to tasting the muck billowing out his hind… He really thought I… but in the end, neither of us wanted this. He was just… being courteous. -Chhglprthhgh- I heard more filth crinkling and grinding above as it warped and sloughed through his trenches. I couldn't stomach it… it was too fast, too much of a struggle to swallow, to feel the bale mark its pattern of fractures and bumps down my neck as I swallowed. The girth snaked around my muzzle, and I desperately chewed and suckled my lips full, I looked like a desperate, greedy hamster under the torrent of sludge. “Brook, dear, dinner is ready on the table, we are waiting for you.” “I'm coming, I'm coming…” Brook mumbled out between huffs and grunts, weighing back on the seat and letting the bale flutter out with an -Bbfpprprpprprpth- accompanying emission of gut exhaust. I can barely see, but what I do see shakes me to my core… There was still more… his pucker swaying, gaping open over a wide stretch of manure… an obelisk of gutter fudge winding its way through. I wasn't halfway done with the previous cargo… The load barrelled down, smearing into the blossoming hill of brown gruel welling out of my maw -Chrlrlpthghhs- and drooped down, curving and slathering over my face, sticking onto my forehead, slobbering through the tuft of my brown mane sticking up, squealing as it dragged against the porcelain above me -Chhrlrlpsgha-. I watch it tail back and forth, weaving me in a patchwork of filth… entombed in his waste, baking under the radiating putrid musk…-Glllrrtchhslchs-. Brook got up. With a practised swipe through his crack and letting it fall down the bowl. “Oh, whoops I, M… guess that is fine,” he says, looking down at the hillock of umber, “you alright down there?” “Mmgpg gmpsgh.” I try to speak, feeling the bales oscillate around me. “Mmm, Mmhm, right then. I'll leave ya to it,” Brook said, cleaning up, and walking to the door. He turned, paused, and turned around. “Good to have you back, son,” he managed to say. Then left me… He really thought… this is what I wanted, buried under a steaming stack of sludge… I wept under closed eyes, to not get filth in them… And kept working my way through the congealed gutter putty weighing me down. Forcing it down through my congested neck and screaming stomach… but, there was an even heavier pit in my stomach, than all this filth… I could not believe, that for the first time in years, this was the way we were eating dinner as a family again. ~ 3 ~ I felt heavy. My guts bulked with colon cement, clogging me into the surrounding tubes. I feel the grime squelch and warp through my stomach -Chhglrpghah- -Grhrltlptsuahah-. Can't imagine how much time it had been. Time was, weird in the toilet bowl. I wasn't deprived of all senses, but, enough of them to lose myself… I could still feel, smell, see, and taste… but I didn't want to. My breath stunk of hide dried in foil oil and salt. At least I could look at the ceiling. And the air wasn't all stuffy. So much time to think, but all I could think of was the smell. -Dnnktkh- The door. Someone was here. My heart beat again. Please, please. Drew's face peeked over the bowl, his grin mutating to a grimace as he took in the same air I had been soaking in for hours. “Hey there Rei-. Oooh… Ooough oughs, woow, you reek bro. Geeze, dad did a number on you, huh? But he always does, right? We know that better than anypony. Mm, guess I'll give it to ya, you have more first-hoof experience of it now.” His voice, drenched in a malicious pleasure, staring down on me. “How you finding it? I set up the toilet with Sinder. Should fit a lil slave like you…. Heh, slave, could you believe it? You, get to be, my, salave?” he savored the words. “D-drew, p-please.” “Wow, ok, begging already, can't even talk to my bro, huh? Weh, whatever,” Drew said and shuffled up closer to the seat, looming over me from on high, his shadow falling over my eyes. “Guess I will get down to business. But, you already took quite a load from dad, so… I got a different load in mind…” The unicorn flashed his teeth. At the end of the seat, by his crotch, I could see… a pole of flesh twitch, creeping up over the edge. “I've read your reviews, good stuff.” Reviews…? There were Reviews? “Kinda worried my dick would get slobbered with dung if you sucked me off, but I guess if you suck long enough it will get clean, right? So… guess we should just get started… Ready to taste all I got, you washed up loser?” Drew beamed and moved his crotch over the bowl. “Wait, Dew, please.” He stopped. It took so much energy, my lungs aching after working over that filth and now, raising my voice. But… I had his attention. “Drew, I am, sorry. I don't know what I did. But, I -I am sorry. P-please. Yo-you gotta get me out of here. I'll do anything for you if y-you just get me out.” My brother's face folded in contemplation. It wasn't a look that suited him. “Hmmm…” A long pause. “Out, yeah. We could do that.” “R-really?” “I think it is a great idea, just gotta run it by mom, so we can adequately set something up, yeah?” “Wha d-do you-.” -Cthnk- The lid slammed down. My brother's hurried hoof steps disappearing. Tension, ran rampart through my body, surging with adrenaline… stuck, in this darkness, with nothing to use this energy on. It just, festered in my chest, clumped, and congealed into discomfort, and dread. ~ 4 ~ The lid opend to a comforting sight. “M-mom,” I mumbled. “Hello, Reign, I just talked to Drew. “Oh, good.” “I didn't know you would be comfortable in that position. But, if it is for my cinnamon top, then we'll get something arranged for tomorrow. How does that sound?” What… was she talking about? What did Drew tell her? What had I said?” -Bbfpprprfhhht-. “Ooo, excuse me, but I do have to go. Have been holding this one in for you though, freshly baked straight from momma,” Violet said and stood up. “M-moderm-.” But her hind blotted me out soon. Out of all of them, she had gotten the most experienced. It seemed she had really… mentally prepared for me coming over like this. Did… she do all this just for me? What would it have been like, if, when I was younger, I just told her about my kinks? If she was this supportive then, maybe none of this would have happened… This prospect loomed overhead, into the bale of mother's hind-baking, wedging through her hind in an onslaught of crinkles and pops of mare gruel -Shhrlpgshah- -Clrlphght- Sound, taste, smell, and touch, subsumed me once more. ~ 5 ~ It was a strange morning. First one in I don't know how long that I had woken up not encased in metal and porcelain. I wasn't doomed to sleep in the pipes. However, this didn't give me any more freedom… around me was a flat arch of wood, like a small hut, and ahead of me laid a room: I saw my brother's childhood bed, which… he was still sleeping in? Didn't seem like it would fit him anymore. I also saw his bookshelf, his collectibles, his comics. Didn't take long to figure out I was under his desk. But… every motion I made was hampered by taut rubber. I saw hooks embedded in the table on each side, from which a rope of laytex elongated towards me. I was shackled together, hooves bound into a squatting sit or pinned to my frame. I was dressed in a suit covering everything beneath my neck, which the ropes anchored into. I was… bound in place… And while I had, limited movement, the way the rubber fought back against all of it. Dissuading me form even turning my head. Drew walked in. “Oh, so you're up now, cool, cool. Been waiting, and mom set this up, neat huh? But Tartarus I've been waiting all night for this, so it is time to deliver.” Drew sat down in front of his desk, crotch aimed perfectly to my muzzle. Slowly, I watched his sheathe unveil a thick baton of meat, creeping toward me with a creak of polishing a window with a slab of of butter. -Chhrlnfljuurugshc- It, stunk, in a way I hadn't experienced. This wasn't like at the party, even the ones who had used me were, clean. But… Drew's dick was… sticky. It looked thicker than sweat, but there was no lack of that either, his meat was… glistening. And… and it was still growing. Drew, was packing, so much. How did it even fit? I was, a bit impressed. The mast bumped against my forehead, the noise it made was like squeezing a clementine -Cllrpthsh-. “Hookay, I'm still kinda out of it,” Drew mumbled and shuffled around in the seat, gyrating his cock so it sprayed and brushed a streak of pre along my face, till it came to rest at my lips. “I really gotta pound this one out, you just sit there like a gooood cock sleeve and take it.” “D-drew w-wait we can talk about this.” “I don't care,” Drew mumbled and seized the opportunity to breach my lips mid-sentence. -Chhrllpgththah- His mast plugged up my muzzle and arched into my cheeks, spreading it out wide and rotund around the vague imprint of his cock head. The taste… was worse. Like chancing to take a bite of an old cheese, only to feel the mildew brushing through your taste buds. How did Drew not know how to wash his cock? And why -MMgpllgsh. Oough. The stench is everywhere… “Pho yeah you do shut up, good bro…” Drew mumbled, eyes half lidded from sleep. After a halfhearted pet he shoves his chair closer, burrowing his dick out of my cheek to spring down my neck -Slpclhthtph- The mast straightens out my throat as he sinks the slab of cock meat through my oesophagus. I wheeze and gargle out snot that only seem to lubricate the mast as he gets comfortable in a rhythm of plodding his meat through my lips. His mast is molding my throat. Unlike the waste that eventually macerates or breaks down, his cock was a stubborn, a statue of marble imposing its presence down my neck. The pressure shoved me backwards, but I was bound in lace against the rubber. Drew lazily shuffled, bapping my face with his crotch and straining my neck as his flare pulsed in my chest. I reeled back, and the rubber contraction bounced me right back, forcing me to bob down his dick as he bumped into me with his steady rhythm -Bdnn- -Thwwlwp- -Bnnd- -Thhwrrllsp-. “Hooo, ookay, yeah work that shaft, you dirty waste of space… can barely handle dad's load,” Drew mumbled as he flicked through things on the computer, “waste even for a toilet, yeah? Heck yeah, at least choking down those loads got your throat some exercise or whatever,” Drew huffed. My brother plowed his unkempt lap into my face, forcing me backwards, just to reel on back, his cock trawling out my mouth, and the rubber bounced me straight back, swallowing the hoof of a cock down to my chest -Chhrllrpth- -Thhwwwwlp-. My lips were salty, my throat was salty… I could even feel the taste of his musk in my gut, an overbearing vitriol soaking me from this stay-at-home-son. “Mfmpghgmamp-,” I tried to speak. But he didn't even bash me for it anymore. His attention laid elsewhere, on the screen. It had his chest convulse almost as fast as mine. What was he looking at? “MMFma, ooo, yeah… Sinder…” he mumbled. “Oopgus.” I choke down his dick, the heat of his mast penetrating my throat, contrasting the chill that crept through me at that one word… Sinder… was… What was he doing up there? Is he… is he looking at my girlfriend? H-how, why, would… trying to make sense of it was hard with a dick plugging up my circulation of air. I was just left there, sucking, forced to guzzle down his dick with each thrust he pounded into me. The few breaths I got around his sullied shaft went right into imagining depictions of just what he was watching on that screen. Did Sinder know? Did she always know? How long had she known? Did… I had worked so hard for her. I kept this up, hoping she still saw me as her boyfriend. If I didn't have my family… then I… I needed something, I needed anything to anchor me back to reality, to help convince me that I was real, that I was a pony, and I just wasn't some kind of.-… “MMFpd mfmfs heeeck, tight, dick sock…” Drew mumbled out as his tension peaked, cock slammed right into me, ramming me back against the wall. His mast expensing in droves, swelling from the base and up the mast, the bulge warped my lips, I could feel his cum plowing through his cock and splattering out into my gut, coating the cement of dung in his helping of stallion yogurt -Chglgpsh- Gllgpsghh-. His cock thrummed in my maw, shaking my throat as I swallowed every cent of his orgasm… At least I couldn't taste most of it… Drew pulled out, withdrawing his dick slowly, the salty meat scrubbing the spunk marinated through me as it moved. My maw was a cave of white drooping stalactites and cum puddles as his flare made its way out past my lips, stamping me in the curdling stench of my brother's raw lust for my girlfriend… “Phoooahaa. Hokay… I am, never, using my hooves again, long as I got you around… Wow, who knew you could amount to anything, huh? Must be nice~,” Drew mused, regaining some energy showcased through his grind as he plapped his cock down over my head. “Feels a bit weird to get my dick sucked by a toilet, like, stuffing my meat down the drain just sounds so filthy, but maaaan you give toilets a good name. Maybe you were just meant to be a cum drain, ey bro?” A knock tethered the door opened. “You boys okay in there?” “I'm fine, mom.” “Glad to see you up~. But remember to put him back when you are done with him, moms have to use the bathroom too. “I know, mom, you don't have to be so gross about it,” My brother says as he casually clobbers me with his spent, limp cock. “Just making sure~. Oh and Reign, make sure to give Drew your all, he has been talking about you so much. Really missed his big brother, it warms my heart to see you playing together~.” -Bbglglphghgh- I could hear her bowels revolting from all the way across the room. “Oh and… do plug him in soon, would you, sweetie bun?” “In a sec, mom.” “Closing in on an emergency here, dear.” “Got it, is the first time, geeze…” “Alright, see you later, and, see you soon, Reign~.” Violet left, leaving her son to leak cum like a faulty strip-club faucet. “She's so annoying, right?” Drew mumbled, then smiled. “But I love her, of course. And it was real nice of her to lend out all this bondage gear, fits you like a charm.” “…Wis iishg moohms?” I ask with my mouth still a slobber of spunk. “Apparently. Who knew she was such a lil freak, huh?” Wow… this was, an actual conversation. I can see the brother I cared for somewhere in there still. “But, guess it runs in the family, if we got you to judge by.” Drew wet his lips and chuckled. “We got time for one more before I'll have to stuff you back down the bowl. Open wide…” he said, agitating his dick to stiffen. “Let's see if I can breach your stomach this time…” The worst thing… is that I still see my bother in this, my family. This was really them. It wasn't a dream, or a hallucination… They were another link in the chain, that anchored me to this new fate in life. Tears cut through the cum. I doubt Drew ever noticed.
[Scat] Lustbound CongestionLustbound Congestion Written by Septia. -Ppwrrrfft- I felt the air rattle in the wake of Sinder's vapors. Catching a glimpse of her auburn tail fluttering in the exchange of gas. I took it in; a funk that titillated my nostrils with just a hint of peach lingering in the simmer of steam. “Ooo, that one was hot, I could feel it from all the way here,” I call out from the couch as Sinder finished plating the chips. “You're Groooss,” she called back, sauntering in with the movie snacks. My eyes trailed her hind as she walked past. “You know my face is available, should you ever feel the need to go~.” Sinder shuffled her tangerine cheeks into the cough and crunched some chips. “Reign, how much of a perv you gonna be today? Sheesh, just shut up, will ya?” Sinder said with a nudge to my shoulder. “You know what'd shut me up good? Bricking up that wide load of an ass on my face~” Sinder rolled her eyes with an amused scoff, “Yeah I bet you'd enjoy that.” I let out a little sigh. We'd made progress, for sure. Least this was better than never talking about it. As the movie played we sunk back into the couch, putting away chips and exchanging a kiss once in a while. A cozy thursday afternoon. -Ghhbbrrgglgs- The growl quaked through the very couch, I could feel it rattle up my hind moments before Sinder clutched her barrel. “Ooopfhgs… Reign, pause, pause,” she lamented as she wrapped her hooves tighter. “What? Honey are you okay?” “Fine,” she wheezed, “Those enchiladas just aren't sitting that well…” I peek at her tummy. Opportunity presented on a silver platter, “You know babe, you don't have to get up.” She peeked at me. “I mean, I'll help you out~.” Sinder sucked her lip. “Reign, babe,” she muttered, “I'm serious.” “I'm serious too.,” I clutched her hoof and peered into her eyes, sharing a warmth built up over years together. “Babe. Come on, I can hold it. I cant just-” “It'll be cool. I promise my face's comfier than a cold old seat.” “Ssnnf…” -Bbrglglpgh- her gut roared once more. “Aah fine, okay, but not a word to any pony else.” My eyes gleamed. It was really gonna happen. She shuffled up from the couch just enough for me to wedge my head beneath her rear. Slotting my muzzle into the plush curtains of her flanks which billowed over my features, to the twitching brim nestled in the depths of her crack. “Ommmnnf,” she shuffled awkwardly. “Don't expect to make a habit out of this… this just solves my personal emergency and your pervert emergency in one swoofwhhmmmfg…” she huffed out. -Ghrrbghhgs- The gurgle of her guts spiralled down her bowels and I felt the reverberation of the orange buns clapping into my cheeks. My face was steaming in the excitement. It wasn't the most romantic moment I could have imagined doing it in, but it was gonna happen. Piping fresh straight from Sinder's fudge factory. -Ghrghgshtct- Another growl. It was getting close, soon I'd-. -PPPwrrrflllrprprprtsh- The force of the flatulence smacked the flanks over my muzzle, anchoring me to them physically as the gas flooded my features. The heat, the soothing moisture, the… t-the… My face scrunched up. What left my girlfriends' rear was not a fart, it was… a miasma; a dense fog worming its way through the depths of my nostrils, down the corners of my eyes, past my pursed lips, hooking into my senses with serrated jags of rust and burning plastics. “Phfhaa-. Ooogush... pah-…” I coughed it back, though it only sought its way back into me, after recoiling on the orange buns… Where was the comfort? Where was that tantalizing aroma and peachy character? Every semblance of lewd musk was banished, broiled away until nought but raw vitriol fumigated me. I felt my head pulsating inside my skull… maybe, this one just, was overripe. Yeah, something wrong with it. My girlfriend's fart couldn't be… couldn't be… “Oomph. O-ok, get ready b-babe…,” she huffed out above me. -Sllpgshrlt- The cheeks clamped onto me, and I watched the brim… twitch. -Cllprth- -Clpprsth- Then gradually, swell, budding outwards, until… -Shhrrllprsffrt- The brim peeled back with a crinkle of wood pulp, the berth of the pucker caving under the girth of raw umber. The humidity radiating form it was concentrated in the crack and slammed into me; a wall of pungent filth that sprouted through my nostrils and clogged them with an air of distilled mildew. How could it be worse? How could it be… so much worse? I reach up, grabbing onto my girlfriend's flanks. The broom resting on a pair of yarn wads making up her cutie mark had never seemed this intimidating. “Gmrnnghsa, aah this is gonna be a big one…,” she huffed out above me. -Gbbrnnpgh- her weight shifted, cheeks, piled onto me, pinning me under the brunt of her body weight. I hadn't realised she'd held herself up until now, when her ass mangled me into part of the butt-groove on the couch, and the pillar of muck, -Chrlrpssgrrrlth- slotted into my maw. It punctured past my lips, this battering ram of congealed fermentation, tugging my lips in the clutches of the gluing ichor coating its surface, subjecting me to the onslaught of manure packing down my maw. It wasn't meaty. It wasn't soft or supple. It rejected all the notions I had painted it up to be. Instead… it was crude oil… putrid tar, barrelling down my throat like a sledgehammer, plastering a skid mark of burnt rubber onto my tongue as it contorted my gullet, malforming my flesh in its invasion. -Sqrrhhrlspqsgh- I couldn't tell if the squelching retch of vibrations was my own tissue distorting, or the mulch compiling… “Mmgpgsh mfmpsoo. Ooo you can… m… really take it back there, huh?” Sinder huffed. “Mgpgl Mgpgh,” I couldn't move. Her desperation subsumed me as the ballast unloaded. Torching muck egressed from my partner's hot ass, to immediately marr my lips and plunge into me. Each breath I had to take in went through the tangled web of fractured bile, wheezed through the neck bloated and warping around the contorting salvo of sludge. -Pfprbrphrrrpt- another puff of gas flushed over me, greasing my face in the noxious air, hooking deeper into the puncture in my nose left by the first bellow. Smelling salt in the wounds. I kept swallowing and swallowing, just for a gasp of air, the cheeks rustling around me. “Mfmfs. Phoo, that's actually, oomf. I can feel how much your muzzle waited to wedge up my ass…” she huffed out… -Fllchhrlsptah- The mare pinching off another salvo of manure, lounging back in the cough as the bales constipated her boyfriend's entire gullet… “Haaaamfmsm wwmmmoooo… phew, ooh that's good…” Sinder huffed out, sweeping her cheeks down over me, lingering as her focus drew back to the show. I brushed over her cheeks, kneading into them, until she lifted a flank. “Hey perv, sorry if you need some air, I don't think I have any left in me.” I pried my face out of her crack -Slclrlpsth- with a crinkle of clotting glue, tethers of grease and… grime stretching between our lips… “Phew, was that ever a cheesy load. So, I'm actually kinda curious, what'd ya think of all my fresh fudge?” That wasn't fudge. That… was sewage. “Aw babe you're so cute when you are wide eyed. Don't have to say anything, just bask in the taboo glory of my flanks, the one chance you got it~” She teased and tugged me up onto the couch, wrapping a hoof around my and nuzzling against my neck. “Phew, you reek like a batch of spoiled peaches.” “A-ah…, yeah, t-that was a lot.” “But don't think you got full access to my haunches just cause you got there once, ok babe?” I let out a soft sigh of relief. My head was still steaming… I could – still – taste it in my ears… how? “Unless…” I swallowed. “You ask nicely, or I – really – have to go~.” I put on a grin and nodded. The bulk of the dump still weighed in my guts… ~ 1 ~ “Hey, babe? Babe?” I groaned, turning over in bed, robbed from slumber, feeling the blankets in a tangle over my frame. I peeked up at Sinder, “Mm… y-yeah?” She beamed, then stifled her expression, “I'm going to the bathroom.” I blinked, “Okay?” A soft snicker. “Just wanted to let you know~.” She sauntered off with a sway of her cheeks. I laid back, groggy, yet wide awake. That was, rather frisky of her. A few days passed without major incidence. “Pheeo, I don't know what I ate, but I'm, so constipated,” Sinder said as she waltzed through the door. I looked up form washing the dishes and smiled, “Feeling a bit backed up~?” “Oooh yes, enough that I don't know if the toilet can survive this load,” she said, lips curling up to reveal a toothy smirk. “Hope you'll… go easy on it then.” “Don't know if I can promise that,” she said with a swish of her tail, “but if it chokes on us… I'll be sure, to let you know to clear your throat,” She strutted off with steps that hefted and accentuated her cheeks with soft bounces, waiting between each tread for maximum jiggle. My eyelid twitched. Just… how serious was she…? It was just banter… right? Right? I tried to think of her rump. -Chrrrllghs- But it only made my stomach knot… The week progressed. A dinner home, together. We chatted about the week whilst munching up the refried bean and thistle stew. “… So then, Tulip did drop her wrench, and you know what happened next?” “You can't be serous.” “Yup, I can,” Sinder said proud, “I caught it, hoof only, no magic.” “Wow, weird how you were just talking about it, and then it happened. Think Tulip dropped it on purpose or was it just a coincidental?” “She'd have to climb all the way down the house's foundation to get it again. Would be a prank that cost her a lot of construction time.” “Good thing you caught it, I know I wouldn't have been able to.” Suddenly, Sinder smirked, “Don't put yourself down, babe. I know something you'd be… an expert, in catching.” I swallowed, and looked right into her hot, searing eyes, drilling me. “You know, if you'd like some more of this tasty meal,” she said, putting on her sultry voice, “just have to wait a bit for my gut to be done with baking it… a bit of, re-refried beans, how's that sound?” -Gllmmp- I swallowed, peered down to the plate. This stew… a mushy glut of dark muck. Slimy strands of thistle forming a membrane. It almost looked like… But, shouldn't have. Was it made on… purpose? “S-so hey, that high rise is gonna have its foundation done by the end of the month, right?” Sinder blinked, gaze neutered, “Oh, well, maybe another moon, actually.” “Ah, right. Condo building again?” “Yeah,” she then corrected herself. “Condos with store-fronts on the bottom floor.” “Right, so the standard affair.” “Ee-yup,” she said with a pop of her lips. The silence hung in the air between us like a stale fart. Sinder strode past me. -Brrroomfmth- And laid out a haunch clapping fart in my path, a reek simmering up my nostrils. She didn't comment on it. Just strode on. It had been over a week now… She had gotten more frisky with it, though also, quieter. Maybe I should talk to her… eh. That'd be awkward. ~ 2 ~ -Frlrlspsshth- -Cldlpsthn- A door slammed opened as the toilet still flushed. “Reign, come here.” “Sinder? Something you need?” She wrapped her hoof around my neck and tugged me into the bathroom. The reek still lingered. “I just finished, and we're out of toilet paper~” “I'll go pick up som-” “Oh, babe, just let me treat you to this,” she said as her horn glowed. Restraining me in a field of crystaline energy. She scooched her hindquarters up onto my face -Cslpgtht- “Just get in, there is a little chocolate kiss for you to smooch, babe.” The tart whistle of tar stung down to my throat, her winking, smeared rim reeking of dead beans. “Mfbgb babe,” I mumbled. -Sflflpsh- She only slid her cheeks back further. She was serious. With a shaky breath, I let my tongue roll out, and tentatively brushed through her crack -Shrlrlspt-. It congealed in my maw. “Mfns. aaah. That's, soo nniicee… o-of you, babe. Better thank me proper amsmf fmms, after getting to lap my pucker clean. Don't you like wading down my stinky crack? I know how long you've mfI'vm fms you've waited for this.” The putrid taste was outmatched by the haunting realization that had nested for too long: Sinder, really, liked it. But I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. Our toilet paper drained faster that usual. We seldom had any. One time I saw the bin full of crumpled up plies. It wasn't even hidden, more a display of blooming paper… Soon, I was in the bathroom with her every time she went. A waste to buy more toilet paper, when she had me. I Thought I'd build up a resistance to the taste. But the count was on seven now… and It looked glum. ~ 3 ~ “Oomph… babe,” Sinder said as she dragged me into the bathroom. “I've really pigged out on enchiladas, again. Mmy, worshippable booty, feels like it might explode with creamy, fluffy mare chocolate. You know we can't handle the plumbing bill. Think you could mend me? Tour sweet lips to my hot pucker and give it a thick, muddy kiss?” My eyelid twitched, biting down on my lower lip and shaking. “Sinder, n-no, I won't.” Saying it shook my spine. She too, froze mid-drag into the toilet, and just stared at me. It was tough, but, I'd have to say it sooner or later-. “Oh, for Luna's sake, stop. Enough with this playing hard to get, jam your face up my rump and choke on my dung,” she restrained me, and shifted to jail my face in her ass; I caught a glimpse of her gaze. It was warm. But, unlike the fiery passion we''d shared, this was the tempered, flames having forged it into steel. -Sgglllrgllrrcht- Her cheeks buried me. -Flsrphthgrlrpgttsss- And she relinquished her load right into me, my face getting caked in a clump of mulch before I was forced to part my lips, and… chug. Chug and feel my tastebuds fry, my cheeks swelling, and my gullet engorging in rolling dunes of warped skin, filth searing my sinews and mangling my maw. It wasn't fluffy, it wasn't smooth or succulent, it was raw. Raw, gritty, honest. From the spun sugar in my mind to coarse pepper assaulting my throat. “Mmgng smpgahaa oough ayes, amfms, your face feels so good up my ass… get your muzzle in there, fms. You deserve it. You deserve all the attention my ass can give you, fsm, sm eat it all you muck glutton…” she groaned out between pants and shudders. My senses were smothered in the tepid avalanche curling down my neck, constantly congesting my throat. I tried to close my eyes, to grin and bear it; but locking my other senses, only amplified the vile mulch. -Chrlpgshhyllch- The slimy crinkles of each tough chunk burrowing down my neck and swelling my cheeks like a toad. Trapped in this cage of groggy putrefaction with the feminine manure of my girlfriend’s love. ~ 4 ~ “Phoo, there.” Sindre said, standing up and fanning over her muzzle. A cough creeping up at eher rear. “Aww, come now. That wasn't such a bad one, or maybe it just wasn’t enough for you. I'll pig out a bit for you over the weekend. But, speaking of…” Sinder said, leaning closer. “Don't you think we… should make it official?” I shuddered. “I mean, you've been here for, two weeks? Oh wait, has it been a moon already? Wow, and you've been out like… twice? Thrice? And that's just because I couldn't be bothered to get up~. So, I called a friend over, to introduce us proper~. So sit tight, and be on your best behaviour, alright, mud pie?” ~ 5 ~ Point Post wiped his brow with a wing, “Just gonna use the bathroom, be back and join you in a sec.” The pegasus called out to Sinder. A bit strange, they'd been playing games for well over two hours, and Reign still wasn't back yet. But, if he knew him, his friend would show up sooner or later. Point lifted the toilet lid. “F-finnally,” I cried out. “Whoaoa,” Point stumbled back and dropped the lid back over me. It echoed hollow, but soon he peeked in side. “That's, really you.” I nodded as much as I was allowed, neck jammed up the toilet bowl, the rest held in a magically expanded chamber in the drains. Stale muck caked the seams where porcelain met my yellow coat. My mane a tangled mess. “What…? Oooh wow, you finally got your wish. Wow I'd never think Sinder would go along with this,” Point swelled in joy, “You gotta tell me how-.” “This wasn't my idea.” “Huh?” “I don't… I don't like this as much as I thought I would.” “Huh. And you're, still here.” “I couldn't say no.” “Why should, dude, hang on, how do you get out?” “Whe-when Sinder wants me to…” “Wus’ that?” “She lets me out if she can't take her eyes off her who's, but still gotta… take a…” “Wow…,” Point mulled it over. “That's, pretty pathetic, dude.” I frowned, “Will you please, please just help me?” “Ok, ok, dude, I understand. Of course I will.” I let out a sigh of relief. “On… one condition.” “Yes, I'll forgive you for never returning my Playcrate XXX, it isn't even that big a de-.” “I wanna cum on you.” The sheer candour broke my expression, “Hh-huh?” “Dude, you realise how hot this is? How could I miss getting my dick sucked off by a toilet?” “That's not-. Point.” “Just a quickie? Please? I know you'll like it too, perv. I've done more than enough erp with you to know what makes you tick.” Apparently not, when not even I seemed to know tha' I thought, but swallowed. “Ok, I'll do it, just be quick before.” -Kfthnnnd- The door slammed open. “Point,” Sinder called. “Woahoa, yeah?” “You ruined the surprise.” “Oh, sorry, Reign was just.” “I'm not talking to you…” she stepped past him, staring down at me, her anger framed in the oval of the white ceramics. “You've ruined everything.” “B-babe wait-” -Tthndk- The lid slammed shut. “My sincerest apologies for the toiletry, Point. Come, I think I know a way to… make it up to you…” I heard it echo in the distance as they stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me again to stew… in stale excrement. I waited… the day faded into evening. And evening into night. They didn't come back. ~ 6 ~ -Cttnn- I woke to the creak of the lid, blinking sleep out of my eyes as I stared up at a blur of blue coat, shrouding my vision as it -Thdnwp- planted onto the seat. “Morning, Reign.” “P-point?” “Yeah… pho… y-yeah,” he huffed. I saw his stallionhood droop down, a trickle of urine introducing an acrid air of ammonia in the stuffy bowl. Though this odour intermingled with dried sweat, and crusted, briny musk… His dick still pulsed as the bowl stunk of lovemaking. “P-point… what did y-you do?” “Phew… I know what you like in her, Sinder's… a cougar. I couldn't, hold her back, sofas eventually I stopped.” -Ppfbrhrhprth- The burst of smog echoed in the bowl, reverberating with the realization, integrating it with the reeking air of wilted garlic boiled in asphalt. I coughed, wheezing weakly. “Y-you-…” “Eventually. I just stopped holding her back, sh-she had some, fmsm, convincing bargains.” -Clrlptah- his pucker creaked open, throbbing back and forth with a patch of barf yellow, beige mulch. “H-hey. W-wait. W-wait. Y-you are still gonna free me?” “Mrmg. I've really gotta drop this batch, kept it since yesterday…” “B-but… I-I'll suck your dick, y-you'll get your cock serviced b-by a w-willing toilet,” I pleaded. “Fmpagh… -Cllrrp- Sorry, bud… Kinda, all out, I spent my spunk at Sinder's back bank. Mmms, made a huge rear deposit,” he huffed out, and strained as the pit pried open, peeling over the salvo of prickling manure… I opened up, letting my jaw hang low. It was instinct. If I didn't… it would stick to me. Linger and ferment further into my hide, or worse… entomb me under the avalanche of gunk. So, I felt my friend's filth percolate past my maw, staining my gob in the salty vinaigrette of rectum baked clay. It wound down my throat. -Gllgmghs- -Gmnglshlt- Each swallow budged the alcove in the percaline around my neck, swelling my gullet to fill with the space, and if I didn't swallow it fast enough… then… first it ached, then it pinched, choked. -Glpgghs- -Glrrpgst- But, it was routine now. I'd done it too many times. I functioned as intended… slotted into my role as the entrance to the sewers, the drain pipe below. -Gbghglspah- My stomach jostled, engorged into its own socket, though unlike the one for my neck, this one was spacious… I only felt the side of my stomach brushing against it, and ahead was an abyss. How much manure could I store at a time? How much had Sinder imagined I could hold?… How much did she account for?… I was lost in the vacancy of an answer, so I could only guess, guess, and dread. Dread that I would never find out. Dread… that one day, I would. “Mmpfgh sampaha. Oooh yfoo. I needed this… this mess's been like a butt-plug all night, with how much I've rocked it,” Point huffed out, wiping his brow again and lounging back, giving me only the sliver of light between his thighs. -Glpggsmp- -Ghhppfunkt- The pinch and tug of my neck against the ceramic… my sinew warping and straining under the bulk of muck radiating pungent steam… He barely acknowledged me… I rattled through tired, stale muscles. “Pho, but gm yeah, maybe if I go alognmsmfs, with this a bit more, we could set up a threesome. And then, hey, we'll get you out, so, fmms, just gotta be patient. Fmsm, hfmppo, oh yeah, get your muzzle up there, I'm not the best wiper.” In the darkness of the toilet, in the shade of the cheeks, I only got to see in the twilight between the lid opening, closing, or the hind resting back on me. That was all a toilet bowl ever saw of the light, after all. Unless something was wrong with it. I feared, that I'd find out the limit of the gut socket of the tube encasing me. Dreading that I'd have to be… fixed, replaced. Or… if I'd just… meld into the piping, stop being me, and just… disappear… Point neglected to say goodbye - the only goodbye I got, was the clatter of the lid. -Cltlprhhths- ~ 7 ~ -Pfppthtpht- -Cbbrrllrht- “Haaa, I can't believe you'd embarrass me that much. I thought you'd be a great toilet, you've pestered me since before we got together you know. Least you can do itfsamm, work.” I stayed silent. “Oh, and babe, don't worry, That whole fling with Point, one-off thing, just to get the mood up. Really it's your own fault. But, we did work out a compromise.” -Cllfpthcchtrt- -Kkrllpdtthhllchp- The manure crawled down my throat, a bloated anaconda choking me from the inside out. The filth creaking like mud brought down on a stack of autumn leaves. “I've given him free access to you. Whenever he comes over, for dumps, or more, lewd activities. Might as well, right? Gotta train you up to be a functioning toilet,” she said and lifted one haunch to peer at me, “Ain't that right?” -Cltpsths- she dropped it before I could even emote. “So, because of that, I've decided, why not just do it with a bang?” she held down her phone, the fluorescence of the screen guiding my eyes to the text. A party, and a list of accepted invitations. “All our friends are coming over. One huge party, all of ‘em saving their loads just for you.” I quivered, wheezed, “Mgmpgsh mfhwhwffs.” “Yes, we've all gotta show them what a good toilet you are, right?” she said, smashing her cheeks down to cram -Flrrlsptth- the muck back down my throat. I stared at the screen, seeing everypony's comments. 'Urch, disgusting.' 'Gotta see it to believe it.' 'Yeah, but can you imagine?' 'Yeah, I can, as finally our little mud foal can realise his dreams.' 'H-hey, I've kinda come down with something, I might still be a bit… runny by the time of the party, that ok?' “Oo,” Sinder said, and typed a reply. “Of course, our toilet can swallow, erhm, flush, anything~” I recognized her tone as I choked back her muck. She peered down at me, her eyes lighting up in the silhouette to the sliver into my ordinary life. Her gaze glancing past me, the fire had gone out, cold and not in a sense of contempt, but as if there was nothing to see.
[Scat] Lustbound DrainLustbound Drain Written by Septia. A warm beam of sunlight brushed against my chin. The morning making itself known with a calm prod. I open my eyes, yawn, and stretch… A soothing calm seep through my body as take up the entire bed with body. It truly felt like I could breathe in. Moseying out of bed I took a moment to admire the bedroom; really had gotten it tidy over the past week. Opening a drawer I saw my dresses laid out nice, even if all of them were in one shelf there was so much space left. To think I had once had to keep these cramped up with a b, half as many clothes meant double the space. “Hmm… dress…” I mumbled. I held up one, mint green with white frills, hold I wear this to the party? Would the party even work out as It was? -Gbhhrgglpsb- I brushed down my barrel, putting back the dress and swiping up my phone. Maybe. I shuffled into the bathroom, got my toothbrush ready, flipped up the lid to the toilet… -Dppmmpthd- My flank planted down on the lid, closing, my pudge welling onto the brim and sealing it shut underneath my thighs. One hoof on brush on my phone, the other occupied with brushing my teeth. -Pphhfrrooorpth- A thick fart sputtered out of my hind, sending a shiver up my spine, pinching my thighs together, yet the odour of pickled cheese and burnt onions still seeped out to taint the air. “Uurppgh, They've really shhrturted too shtinnkhf.” I mumbled out around the toothbrush. Guess I had been treating myself more recently. The food budget had stayed roughly the same even if there wasn't anypony to share it with. -Pprrllrklrlrttltccsssffh- I savour the relief of the piss draining out my bladder. Guess I had been drinking more then recently as well… Least the pungent acidic tones of urine was diluting the stench of my gas. -Chhrrlptthha- A crinkle burrowing out of my rear as I started to strain, groaning through the foam of toothpaste suds as I kept my focus back on the phone, and started messaging Point. [06:56] Sinny: “Hey Point, are you awake?” [06:56] Straight Arrow: “Been since all night, what's up?” [06:57] Sinny: “Just woke up, thinking bout the party.” [06:57] Straight Arrow: ”Still uncertain?” [06:57] Sinny: “Yeah.” [06:57] Straight Arrow: “Haven't confirmed with the others?” [06:58] Sinny: “It Just, didn't expect everypony to accept, u know? There's gonna be like, twenty ponies there or something.” “Mmmghhhrrfgp…” I groaned out while I passed a particularly fat, sturdy congestion of sludge, groaning at how wide it stretched my ass on the way down the drain… All that cheese was really padding out my dumps… [06:58] Straight Arrow: “So what are you worried about?” [06:58] Sinny: “Dunno. Seemed like such a fun time.” “Hfnngmmrrg…” I grunted, and -Chrhrlt- -Chhrrlfpsthtllltpss- sighed gently as the muck folded out of my flank, leaving my pucker winking as I shuffled on the seat. [06:59] Sinny: “A bit worried about everything working out.” I reached for the toilet paper. And found the dispenser empty. For a moment I was confused. [07:00] Straight Arrow: “Is it about Reign?” My eyes widened. “Hooowh rooight, I ghot mah owwnh thoulet phehbber.” I mumbled, and shifted my thigh to the side, peering down into the bowl. -Gllompg- -OOmpgh- Where I saw Reign chugging down the last end of my bowel snake. His yellow lips tainted a deep umber, a, matching his mane slicked back against the porcelain. “Chop chop, I wanna have a clean ass when I head to work darling.” I said and shuffled back on the seat. -Shrlrlp- -Chhrhrrrp-. “Mmfg.” I moaned to myself feeling the moist carpet of my boyfriend's tongue draping up along my crack, specks of grime swabbed up in drool and my pucker twitching as he cleared out the crevices of the folded tissue. Can't believe I almost forgot. But I guess I should be getting some actual toilet paper for the party guests, everypony can't be used to the tonguing from the start. But, hopefully they'd pick up on it after a while. [07:04] Sinny: “Yeah, that's what the whole event started out as.” I responded and stood up, the lid clattering back as I stepped away -Crlrlpth- wiggling my clean rump as I walked off to get dressed for work. [07:22] Sinny: “Do you think he liked it?” [07:25] Straight Arrow: “What... Liked us doing it?” [07:25] Sinny: “Yeah you know, I'm not about to ask him myself though, but since you are already talking to him… you know.” [07:25] Straight Arrow: “Sure I'll jeep it in mind” [07:28] Straight Arrow: “So what's the worry?” [07:29] Sinny: “I dunno, maybe Reign's not gonna be able to take it, maybe ponies will actually be upset by it.” [07:29] Straight Arrow: “Anyone been upset so far?” [07:31] Sinny: “Well no, but that's not the point. Maybe there shouldn't be so many stallions invited, I know my babe prefers the fairer folks.” [07:31] Straight Arrow: “Wasn't an issue for me.” [07:32] Sinny: “Huh, yeah, guess you're right. You two did get pretty frisky didn't ya?” [07:36] Straight Arrow: “Sure did, and that was fine, I think you are worrying over nothing.” [07:36] Sinny: “Maybe…” [07:38] Straight Arrow: “I could come over, have a chat with em, if you wanna.” [07:39] Sinny: “Thank you so much, could you? Can crash in the bed afterwards, know you've been working the nightshift.” [07:40] Straight Arrow: “Sure thing, and wanting to get me in bed so soon again??” I sighed and shook my head. [07:41] Sinny: “Point, between us, that was a one time thing, I wanted to get back at Reign, You're cute band we had fun, I just don't see us that way. That's ok right?” There was a pause. [07:42] Straight Arrow: “Sure I get it, but we did have fun~. I'll come over, key still in the same place?” [07:42] Sinny: “Yup, you know it. See you in the afternoon?” [07:43] Straight Arrow: “See ya then.” ~ 1 ~ Darkness… Moist, darkness. You'd think I would get a lot of time to think in here, with what with Sinder not letting me out, with the sculpted, bloated porcelain clamped against my body down the drain… but… the more time I spent in the dark, the less my thoughts could co here, the less my mind could, focus. After weeks, I appreciated the times when I didn't think. Time moved faster that way… Hoof steps… Sound. Was it evening already? I had I lost so much time again in this cage of-. The lid flung open. Fuzzy shades of blue and black peeking down at me. “Wassup Reign?” Point said. “You holding up alright? Geeze you look tired, thought if anything you would get some time to rest here.” I didn't have the energy to respond. “My day's been so packed, well, guess night when you think abou-.” He just kept talking… droning on about work, as if night guard service was huge undertaking. Though it was… so nice to be spoken to, instead of just commander. Or, ignored… though at some point, my ears twitched, and hearing sharpened. “-So I've been really pent-up, and was thinking I'd cash in that offer from before, finally? I didn't even get to the point I could show my dick last, so just one lil' suck, and I'll vouch to Sinder that-.” “You plowed my girlfriend.” I didn't know I could still shout. Judging by his expression, neither did Point. His muzzle scrunched up and lips pressed to a line. He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, well, it was she wh-.” “You banged her on our bed, and I've been stuck here for another week and you've haven't lift a hair to get me out of here.” “Well, I mean, you never did suc-.” “You've been treating me like I'm just her property.” At this Point paused. Eyes gracing over me and the bathroom, coughing. “Well… gotta admit that, well… you ah. Can you really blame me for that?” “Point, you hydra's ass.” “Okay, I'm sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry doesn-”: “I have been talking to Sinder.” I halted. Maybe – for once – there was some good news. Point scratched the back of his head. “And… how do I put this… She's been, concerned about… your performance at the party.” My face scrunched contorted in confusion. “That you wouldn't be able to handle the guests, and mess it up, so she's been mulling over if it is… even worth it to keep you around, instead of just… you know…” The confusion cleared. My face blanked. She… she wouldn't just… flush me or… replace me… would she…? She called me babe today. I swear I remember I swear, didn't she…? She still, she was still my girlfriend and… I was… still. “Of course,” Point continued, “I vouched for you, saying you could handle anypony come over, mare or stallion. And she seems to be going along with that.” I remained silent. Point's expression soured. “Look, man, you're my pal. I don't want this to be what it is like of your. Even if it is kinda hot… I'll keep helping you out. Though, I don't know if she can be convinced to call off the party, she seems… really set on it.” Of course. That made sense. Maybe he was right. Maybe, if I got through that hurdle… at least it was, better than the alternative… “So, you won't stick your dick in me… and still help me out?” Point was silent for a concerning amount of time, feeling my warped sense of time those seconds just ticked on and on… “Yeah, I promise. I'm not gonna take advantage of this.” “… thanks.” Point scratched the back of his mane. “But, I've kinda been holding in this rear load since all night, so would it be okay if I just-.” “What do you think?” I screamed so my voice echoed and carried through the bowl. Point instinctively flexed up his wings and shaking his head. “Alight, I got it, I got, it, just checking. Geeze, I'll talk to Sinder as soon as she gets home.” “Thanks…” I mumbled. “But I gotta go crash now, been up all night.” “Wait, could you just stay-…” -Ctltpth- the lid clattered back into place. “A lil… longer…” back to the darkness. ~ 2 ~ “Hey Point, you still here?” Sinder called out. “Hey, you are back already,” Point said and yawned, shuffling into the hall, “so, how about we sit down-.” “For some dinner? You gooot it, I've already prepared for a big batch of fondue.” “Aah, well,” -Gghrbbrglpgah- Point's belly betrayed him, “Yeah, sounds great. But-.” “Sweet, you put on something fun on TV, and I'll heat it up.” Point followed Sinder with his eyes as she trotted off, shaking his head. He was unsure how long time had passed, but, the evening had flowed together like globs of the thick cheese drooping off of each cube of bread. “Aammgh, mmm, oh yeah,” Sinder munched on another hunk and sighed, “this Reigns favourite.” Point looked down the half emptied cauldron. “Well we could get him to join us?” “Phff, Right, invite the toilet to dinner, that's a laugh and ah half,” Sinder said and bumped Point's shoulder. The Pegasus smacked his lips and chuckled. “Ah, hah, yeah, how silly.” “He'll get more than his fill later, bet he could tell you all about what this much cheese does to my guts,” Sinder said and plied their hooves against their tummy, soft -Brrgrrlpsgh- squelching groans -Thrrwlpsht- bubbling out at her kneads. Point thought back to Reign. This felt like something Reign would tease about just a few months ago. There had to be some part of him that still liked this… “Besides he got plenty of more than his fill this morning, I can vouch for that, besides, didn't you come over and, 'talk' to him as well?” Point peered toward the direction of the toilet, inhaled. “Yup, and he sure loved it.” Sinder smiled at this, affirming her belief and quenching her worries. “See, gotta accept him more, if he's identifying as a toilet, isn't the right thing to go accepting that?” With a sigh Point shuffled back in the cough. He mulled over how to fit this puzzle together. He still wanted to live out some of his fantasies with Reign, at the same time, they were pal. “What's wrong?” Sinder surprised him with the question. “Oh, ehm, It's fine,” think of an excuse think of an excuse, “guess work has just been getting me a bit pent-up. Haven't gotten a chance to, unwind. Heh,” well, that was an excuse… though not much less awkward than the truth. Though it wasn't a lie per say. Sinder looked him over, stopping her gaze at his crotch, then smiled. “You know, Maybe Reign should join us after all…” she mused as he horn lit up. The restraints eased, the porcelain buckled, and slowly, I was hoisted from the depths of the piping, my limbs twitching in the op open air, soggy and stained from toilet water… when the levitation wore off I could barely stand on my hooves. Unsteady and rattling. At even keeping me upright… “Right, get over here.” Another command, but what I could move listened, I shuttered towards the living room. Point had his eyes on me as I stumbled forwards. Out of that casket, I looked all the more dishevelled, my muzzle particularly dirty compared to the rest of me, but all my coat matted and sprawled. “Sit.” Sinder instructed. I slumped to the ground on my knees. Afterwards I thought, maybe she meant on the couch? But in the moment, I couldn't even consider it. Then… her lips parted again. “Give our guest's dick a good tongue scrubbing.” -Bh-thmb- I could hear the throb of Point's loins. Staring at his crotch, at the meat tensing over his engorged jewels. “Sinder that's, well,” Point began. “What? My toilet not good enough for you?” she replied, flicking a glance to Reign. “Guess if it can't be helped, I could go down there and handle it myself?” Point and I both shuddered. I couldn't believe this. “I awawhhg-.” Soon as I opened my mouth her horn set aglow, and my lips parted spread wide. Splayed broad so my protest was caught in my throat. “There, I know it can get tiresome to keep your mouth open, so long as you're willing for it, I'll help you out with that.” Sinder said. She spoke to me… I'd waited so long… but that this is what I heard. While from Point, I heard nothing. Slowly, her magic pulled me forwards, closer towards Point's dick. As I did, it twitched stiffer, arching up towards my face… a tongue's distance away. I could taste the odour of brine an, dried spunk and old sweat radiating from his shaft… it wasn't even washed? And he'd still wanted me to take it this morning. I tried to shuffle back, though my limbs proved worthless as soggy noodles. I peered up at Point, my best friend. My parted maw closed in over his tip. A sharp tang of salty socks spiking through my lips as they slipped over the head. “Gmngnhhff…” Point grunted. His eyes panning down towards me, flicking between me and Sinder… then gave me n awkward smile hat said: Sorry pal, this is out of my hooves… Although his smile was much less forced than I'd hoped… -Chrrlffppt- -Shhlllrrotch- I tried not to think about it. Bobbing forwards, swabbing my lips over Point's cock, feeling the thick meat sink past my lips. -Srrrhlrplch- Scraping off clots of congealed sweat spicing up my throat with his own cultivated must salt, stinging my lips and sparking down through my spine. But I remembered what he said… What Sinder had said… if I didn't perform… she could find another. I swallowed my pride… and a mouthful of dick marinated saliva, and kept going. Tongue wrapping around Point's mast, -Thtbgm- feeling it throb inside me, the convulsions of his excited meat rustling my lips, and teasing at my throat. I opened my eyes, peering upwards… There, I saw the two closest people in my life, lounging with their eyes glued to the screen, sharing a pot of hot, molten fondue between them. It reminded me… of when Sinder and I used to do that… I'd tease her about the gas she'd get after wards… The thought felt alien… the scenario, a distant fantasy… was that even me? Had it ever been me? How long had I been stuck down that drain? -Chhrlrpth- -Sffshfrrlspth- I kept sucking, quivering. The taste of hope I'd have this morning washed away under the stewing brine of cock grease plastering and gumming between my teeth… He'd promised me…But… in a way he hadn't broken his promise, he was still trying, surely he was but, his fault or not, I was stuck here between his legs, servicing his dong whilst he buddied up with Sinder… -Shhvrrlpth- as I pulled back I felt the vacuum between my lips clamp my lips to his girth, drawn back I felt ever pumping and convulsing muscle jostle in my mouth. I Couldn't believe Point just… let this happen… Though, that haunting notion ruminated in the back of my mind. One I didn't want to acknowledge… but the longer I nursed his twitching dick, the clearer it became: sucking dick, - even a filthy one as this – couldn't compare to choking down manure. -Thhbnnd- I felt the thump of his mast before it came… -Chhrlrp- -Kgrrhsrllprtrrtch- “Mmngphaaa.” Point above groaned out, arching back in the cough as his cock smeared the back of my throat in globs of salty, satin nectar… the viscous sludge plastering at the roof of my maw as the meat pumped it through, drooling back down my neck as I sat there with my cheeks swollen over his mast. The warm sludge just kept coming, drenching my gums and pooling in the back of my throat. I coughed, onto his shaft, but my neck -Chhglpth- swallowed it down… as if on instinct… or, a more learned behaviours at this point… anything in my throat couldn't stay there for long, else, I would have choked long ago… “Mmfgnphaaamf smurf phaa…” Point panted heavily, drawing out every ounce of his energy as he nursed his load out into me, staring up at the ceiling. “Oh, Take it you enjoyed, sorry if my toilet made mess down there…” Sinder said with just… a hint of acidity to her words. Why would… the thought creped in… had I made him squeal more than she did? -Chrrlpsssth- I felt the air oscillate around the throb of Point's pucker, now in his slumped state now aimed straight for me… -Vrrpfplrrwwwlrlrptttsh- A dense wall of foul breath, cleaved by his cock, encased my muzzle. The rancid melody of wilting hey soaked in vinegar and pepper infecting my nostrils, clinging to my nose like and taunting my phlegm in its odour. The Stank rivalled Sinder’s, and now both taste and smell were caught in a vice grip of fetid, bodily cultivated filth. “Mgmpg paha. Whow… so-sorry about that.” Point said. “Oh that's no issue at all,” Sinder said, assuming he had apologized to her. Or… had he…? “You know if you have to go, you are free to use my toilet, he's already in position.” My eyes flicked toward her. “Oh, Sinder, I, well…” “At least let him soaked in those farts,” she's said fanning over her face, “I can smell them from over here. though glad it shows he's working out well, guess I shouldn't ever have doubted his ability to take stallion, huh?” Point swallowed, gaze unfocused, breath rippling in his chest. “I could… take him to the bathroom.”. “Pff, oh nonsense, and leave me all alone? He's already here, just do it when it's convenient.” she insisted. I was still soaking in the fart, panting around his dick quivering through my frail, spent form. -Chrlrptha.- I heard his pucker… twitch. -Chrlrlpsth- A foamy, glossy wink pulse of flesh, winking at me. I peered up at Point. And I know he tried… if he got me to the bathroom, he could m hide his dump, or hold it in, pretend… but here… Sinder was right there… expecting me to perform… and we both knew it. When Sinder didn't look, Reign bit his lips, and peered down at me, still chest still heaving from the climax… he whispered. “Sorry… gotta play long.” Again… his smile didn't feel even a touch forced… ~ 3 ~ I entered the chatroom Point had set up, real convenient to have all the party goes together in one place, so now… it was time… [19:49] Sinny: “Everypony, good news, prep is getting done, and the party will go off this Sunday.” [19:53] Partysound: “Woooooot.” [19:56] Clover Juice: “I can't believe you guys are really gonna do this, if she actually got him down the drain, you're sick.” [19:57] Partysound: “So why are you still in the chat then?” [19:58] A Boulder: “It is a-alright if the toilet can handle some… capacity, my gut's been disagreeing with me lately, maybe I should stay home.” [19:59] Sinny: “Oh that's nonsense, I can guarantee he-. My toilet is top-notch, point guaranteed.” [19:59] xXStarligjtXx: “I dunno about you us but I barely know Resin. Though, if it's there, kinda wanna try it at least once right?” [20:01] Limber: “His name's Reign. And trust me, I know what he's said online, this is like, his fantasy come true, I'm gonna stock up a real thick constipation for him to wallow in.” [20:03] xXStarligjtXx: “Eew, gross, but yeah guess I'll hold myself to then, wanna be a good guest after all lol.” [20:03] Bugjune: “Have you asked him how he feels about it?” [20:03] Sinny: “Lol how often do you ask how your toilet feels before sitting down?” [20:06] Rusty: “This is still gonna be a party right? With snacks and music and such? I mostly wanna mingle.” [20:06] Clover Juice: “You and me both.” [20:07] Limber: “Yeah right, don't deny it, you are gonna muck down his throat like the rest of us.” [20:10] Bugjune: “Well, if it is true, even if a bit weird, what's the harm in fulfilling some nice pone's dreams? Ain't that what friends are for?” [20:11] Partysound: “This ^” [20:11] xXStarligjtXx: “uh-huh.” [20:11] A Boulder: “Ee-yup.” [20:11] Clover Juice: “I guess…” [20:14] A Boulder: “Sure, I mean… I'm not the one getting buried in butt fudge.” [20:14] Limber: “lol.” [20:14] Bugjune: “rofl.” [20:15] Partysound: “Hah, you said it.” [20:22] A Boulder: “lol.”
[Scat] Lustbound EntertainmentLustbound Enterainment Written by Septia. “Oh wow, Sinny, you went all out with the food.” I smiled some as Chime Blossom beheld the table stocked with quesadillas, chimichangas, hay chips, caramelized onion dip, and so much more with spiced punch to wash it all down. “And that's just the appetizers. There’s more in the oven and chocolate & cheese fondue once the party winds up,” “I say, Sinny, all these offerings are quite, heavy duty on the digestion,” Chime noted and brushed across his belly. “You wouldn't 'ave any, ulterior motives with this spread, would you~?” Chime added with a musing leer. “I might, after all, we are here totes-… Its, capacity.” A knock on the door took my interest, heading over to part the door wide open, where the ever sparkling Brightstar stood. “Hey Sinder, I'm not arriving too early, am I?” I greeted her with a smile. “You're fine,” I gestured in to the furbished living room. “The party is just getting started.” ~ 1 ~ Friendly faces flocked the rooml earth pony, pegasi, unicorns, and a few griffons as well. There were pleasant musings in crowd, all partaking of the spread of treats, dancing to the music, and sharing laughter. It had been some time since I saw some of these friends and was being pulled hither and dither to chatter and share in merriment. Many faces I had not seen since before Reign and I got together. It seemed some members of the group-chat had taken the liberty to invite some of their fellows as well, which I didn't mind-. Suddenly I froze. Reign, oh right, how could I have forgotten. “Hold on, I'm just gonna be gone fore a momen-.” “Aww Sinder stay, I just got the chance to have your attention.” I gnaw on my lower lip and looked off. “Hey, anypony willing to just, carry off that bale of toiletpaper to the lavatory?” It felt rather silly to have just forgotten them by hind the front door, though there had been a lot of party preparations to look over. “Looks like somepony needs a helping hoof. Heineon said, the pegasus swooping in to pick up the stack. “Wowsa, this is lot of wipes,” with a trail of light behind her from the colored feathers and luminescent hoof bands the cobalt mare arose. “Well, haven't been using for a while, thought I'd stock up in case-. Oh sorry, right, you were saying?” I turned away from Heineon to support the conversation. Leaving the Pegasus blinking, peering between me and the wipe stack. “Ohookaythen,” she said and trotted off. Toting the stack trove to the bathroom down the hall, boy, was it quite fancy too, spacious, clean with cool hues and a big fancy mirror. Though, the toilet wasn't anything, super special. The mare looked closer, putting down the stack in the corner and fitting a roll into the dispenser. Certainly didn't look like it would actually fit a pony. If what Sinder had said was true. But it couldn't be, right? Curiosity consumed her. And while she had no need to relieve herself at the moment, perhaps just a cursory glance… She lifted the lid, slowly at first, then up all the way. -Cllnk- it clattered to the back of porcelain backing and… “Holy smooze on a treadmill.” There, a head nestled in the piping pit in place of a drain, porcelain sculpted around his neck, or perhaps neck sculpted by the porcelain – and muzzle poking up from the nadir of the bowl, there really was a yellow pony “Huh, so there really was a toilet pony. Guess I didn't doubt it that much, but Sinder can be pretty playful at times.” “H-hello, to you too,” Reign said, a faint echo from his voice reverberating against the porcelain. “Ooh yeah, guess you could still talk. Dunno why I thought you couldn't, welllll, I mean I kinda now. I'm Heineon, friend of Sinder, and that must make you her boyfriend: Raisin.” Reign's muzzle wrinkled. “I'm… actually.” “Boy,” Heineon continued, “Let me front-load this – instead of the loads you are used to – lemme say I don't judge at all. It is great to see ponies indulge in their… aahm…” she rolled her hoof in the air while humming to find the right word, “interests, things, and takes a lot of courage to be so open about it. Though, guess you can be closed about it too~” she said and shut the lid before opening it up again with a snicker. “Pha, hah, guess I could see this being a sort of, empowering thing for Sinder too, maybe? Having her boyfriend trapped in the loo. Eeeh, maybe not.” “Please, I just need y-you, s-someone to-.” “Guess whatever floats your cider, ammiright? But, was really just here to deliver toilet paper, don't wanna break the immersion too much, I get 'cha. Maybe I'll see ya later on, you know, when I gotta do the bathroom thingies. Oh if so, fair warning, I go pretty hard on the drinks no matter if it upsets my gut, so, guess be ready for that, buh-bye~.” Heineon said and pranced out the door. ~ 2 ~ For a moment I could hear the bustle of the party again. Fading in and out as the door swayed back closed. It was, surreal. Both to hear so many voices other than Sinder's or Point's, but also that it was… really happening. Point's words still echoed in my head. That if I couldn't handle the party, Sinder would replace me… Discarded…The cold embrace of the moulded ceramic caging my body made itself known. I couldn't stop thinking about it: I was on the cusp of the drain, of oblivion, at every moment. All that kept me here was Sinder deigning to do so. Sustained as long as I was a functioning extension of the drain. And if I clogged… At least that mare had left the lid open, so I could think in some light, see myself reflected in the porcelain. Throughout the afternoon I had few visitors. The odd guest came in to peer down into the bowl. Some of the guests were shocked when they saw me, others amused. Chime Blossom didn't say anything, just smirked and winked at me. A stallion with a friendly demeanor noted how my deep auburn mane and yellow coat matched the contents of a toilet quite well. I tried to get a word in with all of them, though no pony would listen. He was the one I didn't attempt to reason with. Even if he was right… I stared at my reflection again: my coat tainted in the shadow of muck, stained in streams of amber showing my coat below, and my mane bundled and sloughed back like a greasy pudding. They were right. It really looked like I belonged. So far, they only seemed to gawk, rather than use the toilet. Seemed Heineon had spread the word that the rumors were true. ~ 3 ~ I gave a glance to the notification in my phone, bringing up the invitation I had received. This certainly was the place. I had only been here once before, after my dear Reign had introduced his marefriend. I had awaited his next visit, though I had not expected our next meeting would be in the form of a… house party? If that was what this arranged meet-up was intended to be. This was the third time I had knocked. It sounded of quite the hootenanny just behind the door, but what if I was mistaken? I shook my head, gathered myself and simply strutted inside. “My stars…” I mumbled under my breath. It sure was quite the occasion: food in heaps and drinks in droves, music and dancing. It made one feel quite nostalgic, even if this somewhat younger crowd was one I hadn't engaged with since my own days of partaking in such frivolities. “Greetings, quite the shin-ding we are having?” I said with an elbow nudge to a nearby stallion. “Oh uh,” he glanced over to me, then put on a smile, “Yeah, for sure, come on in.” “Oh I'm 'in' already, I can assure you,” I responded and strutted forwards. My first interaction quite the success if I do say so myself. Perhaps, this is just what I needed to shake up some of my youth again. Whilst maneuvering to the snacks table I kept an eye out for ponies I knew, – Reign and Sinder in particular – to no avail. “Ppfhwhrohrhth. Mrs. Viola?” A stallion spat out his drink before announcing my name. “My, if it isn't Point, glad to see you.” “What are you doing… here, all by, yourself?” The pegasus said, somewhat stilted. He looked like he needed a drink more than me. “Oh, just partaking of the festivities, do sincerely hope you are well. I'm certain you've kept a good eye on my dear Reign. He's not treating you poorly, is he?” The stallion swallowed the remnants of his drink. “Uuurhm… He's, yeah, you know, the thing is. We… I, I, have to go butI'llcatchupwithyoulater,” Point said and sprinted off through the living room. I sighed. Youth, couldn't even sustain a conversation. After settling into the rhythm I started asking around. “You wouldn't happen to know where Reign is?” The unicorn in question blinked. “If you need to use the bathroom, it is right down there,” he gestured. “Oh, I see.” Here I thought I was somewhat keeping up with the youth, but this was slang I'd had never heard. “Yeah, bathroom’s down the hall.” “Toilet's that way.” “If you must, the lavatory lies over yonder.” So many variations of it too… Though everypony seemed to give the same direction. And honestly, I was a bit ashamed to admit I had no clue what they were talking about. “Thank you kindly,” I'd say and shuffle along. I kept an eye out by the refreshment's table, munching into some fried, savory pastry. ‘Bit too oily, though when in Baltimore… After nearly ten minutes since I last asked for directions, I decide I was getting somewhat restless. “’Suppose I, could stand to powder my muzzle,” I mumbled and finished some of the my punch. Sauntering between party goers and teetering my way to the restroom. A mare snickered as I opened the door. Perhaps… it wasn't slang, but some form of prank. Had I walked right into it? Was I to be the party's laughingstock? Then again, everypony had to use the restroom eventually It was inevitable, I thought as I opened the lid. The bustle of the festivities faded. Silence enslaved the room. I remained, clutching onto the lid, staring. “Oh.” That couldn't be… but… how could it not? “Hmm-. Mom?” “Oh.” It talked. H-he talked. He… “Reign,” I said, calm, “am I… dreaming?” “Mother… I don't know why you are here, but t-that is fine, I can explain.” “Oh, so you can,” I mumbled. I tried to deny it, though, if what was staring me right in the face was really the case, then all the puzzle pieces fell into place… “I suppose, it wasn't slang, after all.” “Mother I… What?” “Reign I, you really are… My sweet Minamoto you are…” “Mother, this wasn't supposed to happen. If you please, I never wanted you to see this, if you just give me a moment.” “Of course… of course I… was confused by why I had been invited so suddenly. I am, I am sorry for, stumbling onto you like this.” “M-mom wait I.” -Ooomph- I clutched over my muzzle, I had tried to repress it, though this sight, and the thoughts it spurred. My son, with not but his head sticking up from a drain. It was. “P-pardon, I'm so sorry. I, I can't intrude I-… I can't see you like this. I… I will speak to Sinder about -ooflpguh-.” I had to walk out, stumbling through the bathroom door. My mind, addled into sheer confusion trying to piece it all together. And there, around the corner, stood Sinder, who's eyes bulged as they came upon me. “Mrs. Viola… You are, here. And, right out of fo the bathroom, I see.” “Yes, I do apologise, I hadn't intended to find out this way.” The unicorn winced. I could see her gritting her teeth under her lips. “I couldn't even... He's in the uuofh... Again, I am sorry, I couldn't speak with my boy in such a state. This is, far over my head.” Sinder paused. “So, you didn't.” Cogs turning. “So, he didn't say anything?” “Barely,” I responded. Sinder laid a hoof around my neck and rested her head to mine. “Come, mrs. Viola, we can talk in my room. Some privacy away from all the noise.” “You are certain that is fine? Despite everything I, don't really understand I... I wouldn't want to be a bother.” “Mrs. Viola,” Sinder said, “I assure you, I'll explain everything.” ~ 4 ~ “Wait, mom, please. It is not what you think. Mom, wait don't… go…” Finally, someone who could listen. Finally, somepony who could understand my plight… Finally, somepony I could trust… and she was gone as quick as she came. It was a miracle she had arrived, but a curse that she'd left. She could be somewhat lofty and… this wasn't how I imagined our next meeting. But, seeing my own mother abandon me at this moment. It was… as if I could feel every vertebra in my spine: biting frost of frigid steel… parts of me twitched in the ceramic confines. The toilet, shrunk around me, I could sense it. The clutch it had on me tautened. Deep breaths, … Deep breaths. She said she would talk to Sinder, right? When she heard what was going on, she wouldn't stand for it. It budged into my chest. In just a short while, Viola would demand my release. How Sinder reacted I would have to deal with as it came, but at least I wouldn't be stuck in the-. -Dkknk- The toilet door opened. My heart skipped a beat. Already? That was fast, but of course, Viola must be outraged, I knew it was just a matter of time before… -Dnmf- -Dmmght- I could, hear the hoof steps, a faint vibration in my gut through the floor, rocking the pie. The oval of light above me, a shadow of a peachy coat and cyan mane. A muzzle carrying more curves than some ponies sported on their whole body: “I wish to begin with front loading my feelings on this,” she began, the next few words sounding as if she spat them, as if the words were tinged with lime, “Unlike the backloads I am certain you are quite fond of receiving…” I just shook my head. I didn't know this mare, why was she… “I did not attend this party to partake in…” she waves her hoof, “Your, unique services… Everypony has their right to enjoy themselves how they please, but this… this is, quite a public display, all to get friends and strangers to indulge you in your perverse fantasies.” I started to shake my head, but hesitated. There was something to it; if I had been presented with this situation a few months ago, it would maybe have been a dream come true. That was before I met the reality of my fringe desires, before the weeks spent in the drain. Still, her words sunk in deep. “I knew it…” the earth pony mumbled, “You are just a degenerate ‘lil stain. ‘Can't believe you landed a fine mare as Sinder, and anchored her to this… debauchery.” The mare shuffled away from the seat, for the light to soon be subsumed by a pair of plump, rolling hills. “’Bet you don't even care who I am, all you got your eyes set on is this flank of mine,” -Sttwch- she gave it a spank, the blubber rippling along her rear, “Well for your information, this rump is attached to a real mare, and her name is Clover Juice.” “W-wait,” I said. -Chhngk- the squeal of polymer to plot ground above me as clover seated herself aback on the porcelain throne: her flanks eclipsed the outside world. “Once again, I strain myself even more than I am about to do on you right now, I had no intention of rewarding filth like you with what you most desire, but…” -Vgrrghhrlrpghbghs-. I could feel the seat reverberate at the growl of her guts, a gurgle whose very sound was… chunky. “Mmrf… Though, the food has been great, but all that lactose ‘been teasing my guts. And since I don't wanna do my business outside… looks like you are my only option…” she said as the last of her cheeks -Clbgbths- smothered over the seat, the rhind of polymer sculpting out her cheeks in a muffintop dipping towards me, cleaved by her pucker budging and wrinkling at the center gorge.” “But you better not take pleasure in this, you creep…” she sneered, and suddenly doubled over, clutching into her gut as a -Crrbbggglgpsh- rushed went through her frame. -Pppwwrrrbbrrprprpth- Her pucker gasped in a flutter of tepid vapors crashing into my face. The rank odour of mouldy mushroom pastry clogged the sparse air I was afforded, weighing down an oppressive atmosphere of the portly mare's inner sewers straight into my face. I coughed, wheezed and spat, the giant echoes in the bowl were subsumed and smothered by the bulwark of her behind. If just her gas was this bad, then each twitching of her pucker had me aware of my spine once more. “Oh, shut up…” Clover Juice grumbled as she wiggled back, plying into her gut to aid her bowels. I kept staring… As she settled in her bountiful cheeks kept -Cvnnnghg- sagging down towards me, like a dough sack rested on a branch… the heft of it just eeked closer. I shuffled as far back as I could, and still my muzzle came right into contact with the cheeks, brushing between them and feeling -Chghrlrpgh- a creak of old perspiration smearing over my muzzle. If I wasn't a good toilet for Sinder… I was a goner. But, with mother here, I had to believe I would soon be free. And If I did… I wouldn't have to put up with this. “I-I don't enjoy this, either.” “Phhff, ha, sure, like I'd believe that now. If you are just gonna lie you might as well shut mfmfs uuuhp-” -Ppftwwwwrrrthps- another gale of bowel smog; a harbinger of what lurked within, -Chhrrlprtsh- Then… I could see it. Rather, before I saw it I, felt its scent: a tangible musk of lard stained salmon, pickled in sewage and vinegar. A scent that crept through my nostrils like hooks of rusted metal and sunk into my flesh, soaking in its putrefaction all throughout my head. -Chrrrlslfpstha- The crackling of stirring old porridge rumbled in the bowl as the cheeks gradaully cleaved apart around my muzzle, wedged apart by the glut of filth mounting through the mare's hatch… First the mass was wide as a lemon, then her brim peeled off along its bottom, surpassing the girth of a grapefruit -Vhhrflgghrlrlchrrlckt-. A creamy behemoth, riddled with the foulest concoctions a bowel could brew, gradually creaking -Chrlrptthshhal- against the hinges to Clover's hind, lubricated with its own bowel slime, crawling ever closer towards me. I panted, and recoiled as my cheeks were filled with the radiating musk of her colon cooked sewage. I had just started getting used to Sinder's filth, but this carried another character: a depth of mold and lard wafted from the percolating pummel of punishment gradually extending from the surrounding crack. Revolting, but in a different flavor than Sinder's, one I was not used to, and which torched my nostrils by its presence. I swallowed. “I-I mean it, t-this is a misunderstandinfmgm,” I tried to speak as Clover's grunts and shifts whacked her buns into my face. “Mfngs. P-pipe down, will you?” Her stomach rattled and drummed with gurgles, strain visible in her face as she grunted and huffed this mighty constipation out of her hindquarters. “If I am g-gonna tuff your face with my manure, ‘least you can have the decency to just mfms, chug it down and shut up. That's what a good toilet would do…” -Chrlrptah- I heard it, the puttering texture of colon fluids ferried down fractures along the exterior of the mound, droplets of the murky liquid -Scclpth- dropping just above my lip. Even there, it singed and wafted of rot and corpulence…“I-I don't want to be a good toilet.” “Mfghs, well you certainly aren-.” “Wait,” I interrupted her, panting, catching my breath in the polluted atmosphere of the bowl. “I… I admit, once I, would have liked this, or, I thought I would have. You are right, I had fantasies about this, I am a, filthy, pervert of a stallion. But, that's not what I am now. Pl-please, I k-know you don't want this either, it is e-embarrassing for a pretty mare t-to expose herself like this. B-but y-you got the wrong idea. I have changed. M-my dream turned to a nightmare. I c-can't stand t-this.” My voice trembled like a violin string, devastated at what Sinder would do if I ruined her party. “S-so please, please stop, f-for the both of us. I promise, I am not doing this to tease you” The mound creaked closer, closer… though wouldn't come near my face. The brim undulating, struggling wit the girth, as Clover had fallen silent. The outburst gave her pause. She ruminated on my words. It sounded genuine. Perhaps she had misjudged me. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this degenerate stallion really disdains being a toilet, beneath me, trapped under the majesty of my body to chug down whatever scraps of my nourishment I deem him worthy of…' Those thoughts, took root. There was a tickle through her chest. 'For all the stallions that ignore me, this one has no prerogative other than devote his full attention to servicing me, even my foulest desires…' Clover found herself chuckling, a sense of ease plying through her veins. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this is where a stallion like him, truly belongs, subsumed by me.' “Haaawnf...” Clover exhaled as she slumped back against the toilet. Her body relaxing, down her spine, all the way to her sphincter, and the eased tension -Krhrlrpths- letting the tissue bloom open around the bale. -Chhr- -Chtlpth- -Crrhvlvlthsth- The mound sloughed down through the brim, in a moment the mound rested above me, then plowed through my lips, the heap of dense sludge warping my lips to stretch along its humid, steaming surface, forcing me to wallow in every stretch of wafting miasma of putrefaction coalesced in the clog of feminine clay. -Chrlrpththa- Its weight alone bent my tongue. Her filth barging down my neck, -chrlrpthta- bloating it taut to the porcelain ahead of me, feeling the pressure from my neck and the cold ceramics mashing into the mound, smothering it to wring out droplets of liquid filth from its interiors and exteriors, drooling the stream of redolent fluids down my neck. “Mmfpgh-afhbhhg,” I gargled around the loaf, whimpering and pleading. -Bwbtn- -Btnth- Clover's stomach rattled as she patted it, sighing as she listened to my frantic squeals and -Glglpgsh- chugs below her. “Perhaps you are right after all. You are a terrible toilet, but don't you think that could change, with a bit of potty training?” “Ompghg, mdoppgh.” I chugged and guzzled every stretch of the obese cable of mud billowing out from above. The bulwark of constipation moving from congesting her bowels, to my throat, stuffed past its limit, leaving me gargling as the wedge of dung warped and strained my lips. My gullet filing the role of a sock trying to fit a thigh three sizes too large. And the briny, tarnishing texture of grime splatting into my taste buds and dominating my senses in the oozing miasma of repugnance , warping my senses around the tart malodour, straining my senses in the same way my lips felt a pinprick from rupturing, white and aching. -Gllpggph- Glgpgugmpg- -Glglpggugmpghk-. But I swallowed, and the mound wormed down my neck, burrowing like a larva to coil in my gut and stew, its radiating heat letting me feel it clearly through my body, I couldn't get rid of it. -Gllgpmgohk- -Oomph- -Ofmgpgsh- “Phahaa.” but then in one chug, my lips shrunk together, a closing aperture snapping around the bulwark, and after another few struggling -flfpmpgh- swallows, I could breathe again, air filling my neck, and caressing the mound of rot winding down to make my body its new home. “Mmfm phaa… I will admit, that was sufficiently relaxing. We got there in the end, wouldn't you say?” Clover mused as she wiped down the groove of her hind, -Clrlpth- a curdling crackle of old glue reverting above me, before she dropped the squares of soiled paper on top of my still shaking face. “Though, you really do not make for prime stallionfriend material.” She rose her hind off the throne with a -Chhstpwwwop- like uncorking her flanks. “You deserve what you got, and soon enough, Sinder will see that too. I'll have her see the writing on the wall,” she turned and looked down at me. “And when she does, she'll find someone who treats her well, who suits her, and devotes their life to her. But, in a more classically romantic sense than your little, display,” she mumbled the last word. “And then, you'll have that forsaken wish, you'll be the toilet for a passionate, happy couple… My, ‘suppose Sinder really did have an idea of what she was doing. Still, she deserves better than you, Resin,” the mare mused and withdrew. She washed her hooves in silence, and left to rejoin the party. Without another word spared on the toilet. It stung… Even at her worst, Sinder had not looked at me, or talked to me with such… undiluted malice and contempt, whilst having not an inkling of their words weighing on their head. What was a soliloquies for a latrine? -Chrhrlpgg- I could still feel the mire macerating in my guts… plugging me tauter in the pipes, a constant reminder of the filth that had passed my lips, and still lingered on it. My eyes grew salty. I caught some droplets with my tongue, to vainly attempt to wash away the plastered caulked mulch. Or, at the very least, taste something else. This… couldn't be my fate. -Crrrk- The door creaked open. And again… A familiar voice. “Reign?” “It strained my lungs, but a wheezed out in reply, “M-mom?”
[Scat] Lustbound GatheringLustbound Gathering Written by Septia. The screen’s luminance laid as an imprint on my face, within the borders of light laid etchings of the third draft of my announcement. The black strokes faded, one by one, as withdrew to rewrite it once more. Exasperation passed my lips as my head arched back, staring up at the clear sky bathing the park in the forenoon sun's glow. This was wearing on me a lot more than I had expected. Finding the words to properly convey this… cinder of information I had been dunked into since yesterday. However, you allow cider to rest in the open, there will soon be not but yeast. Another inhale. I had to just, get it out, for Reign's sake. Family Group Chat and Announcements. [08:34] ViolaR: “Greetings and well wishes to you all. Stay calm, this is not an emergency, however it is of concern to the whole family, so read it at your own pace. It is about Reign. My little cinnamontop might be coming home. Again, I assure you, nothing is the matter with them. However, if they do, it is with a few, changes. Which we, as family, should respect. For, he is coming back in the form of a-” [08:34] DDR: “Cool.” [08:35] Crestway: “Trouble with that lass of his? I'll kick em if I have to, just say how hard.” [08:35] MedleyO: “I thought Reign still lived at home?” [08:35] ViolaR: “Family please excuse me I had not intended to send tthat message yet. I was not done.” [08:35] BrookR: “Deep breaths sweetums. Give her some space.” [08:38] ViolaR: “He would return to us, with a particular arrangement, for Reign has decided to dedicate himself to being, a toilet servant.” (edited). [08:42] Podial: “Wut” [08:43] DDR: “Hah, lol, okay.” [08:44] WillamareO: “This supposed to be funny?” [08:44] MedleyO: “A what now?” [08:44] Crestway: “Viola I, do not quite get what you are pulling at?” [08:45] ViolaR: “I know it can be a bit to take in, I'm well aware. Let this settle at its own pace. You will always have me available for questions and clarifications in this thread or through private messages.” [08:45] DDR: “Mom we get it, you can stop.” [08:45] WillamareO: “because I do not think it very funny.” [08:49] Crestway: “So this is a joke, right?” [08:53] BrookR: “Sweetums, what?” [08:55] ViolaR: “I wanted to let you all know, so that it does not come as a surprise later. I assure you this is a serious matter, and I want nopony to look down on Reign just because of his position.” [08:57] ViolaR: “More than, one already would with him in, such a compromised position…” [08:58] DDR: “…” [09:00] Podial: ” Whaaa?” [09:01] DDR: “This… so… this isn't a joke?” [09:04] ViolaR: “Oh be kind to your brother, Drew, when he comes back. This applies to all of you. The best way to support Reign is to accept him, so even if you may feel… apprehensive, I advise you do utilise, him, as he wishes.” [09:04] Crestway: “Uh… huh. Huh… huh? Oh you mean… Oh.” [09:06] DDR: “Mom check your dm's…” ~ 1 ~ This was, absurd. I stared at the group chat, scrolling up and down the messages, seeing several family members still writing. Flicking between chats while I waited for mom to respond. Idly back and forth, back and forth. I threw a glance in my messaging history, Reign was still there, a few slots down, underneath my group chat, mom and dad. We haven't spoken in like a year and still he's not a far scroll away… Curiosity got the better of me. Last we spoke was… when I still had a job… My brow furrowed. Finally I saw mom talking. Private Chat with ViolaR [09:02] DDR: “Mom please talk to me here.” [09:04] DDR: “Mom, here.” [09:05] DDR: “Please?” [09:09] ViolaR: “I'm here, dear.” [09:09] DDR: “Thank the moon, finally. Ok, mom. You can't just go and type that stuff. I wouldn't put it past them for most of our family to have fibs like this go right over their manes.” [09:11] ViolaR: “Dear, it is not a fib.” [09:11] DDR: “mom you can stop, it is just me here.” [09:12] ViolaR: “Please have an open mind for your brother's sake, I would think if anyone would understand this it would be you. The two of you are, essentially the same generation, right? I… might be mistaken.” [09:14] DDR: “mom… What do you maen? Is, Is Reign a… toilet servant?” [09:14] ViolaR: “He is, yes. I used his services yesterday.” I stared at the screen, slumping back in my bed which creaked and buckled beneath me – didn't fit the same as when I was a colt… I flicked back to chats, scrolled down, and entered my conversation with Reign. Last message from him was: “We'll see how long you'll last~.” I huffed. A message prompt from mom flickered up on screen. [09:20] ViolaR: “I assure you, your brother was very accommodating.” “The Tartarus…” I mumbled and flicked back to Mom's chat. [09:21] DDR: “So, he's like… just sitting in the bathroom or?” [09:22] ViolaR: “Actually, he is positioned inside the bowl itself, down at the bottom his muzzle sticks up.” [09:25] DDR: “… In, the toilet?” [09:26] ViolaR: “Yes dear.” [09:26] DDR: “And, you just… sit there and, piss?” [09:26] ViolaR: “That is an option.” [09:27] DDR: “What if you have to drop a load?” [09:27] ViolaR: “He will take that too.” [09:28] DDR: “OKay but like, what if it is like, a big one?” [09:28] ViolaR: “He was stationed there all night throughout a party Sinder was hosting, I would honesty be impressed if you managed to clog him.” A party… Guests… party guests… Sinder… It was all well and good that my bro got himself a girl, but… did everything have to really revolve around her? Just because she's pretty and cooks good food and holds down a stable job… I pinched my lower lip with my teeth. In my mind’s eye I saw Reign's face jutting out of the toilet bowl, that smug face crammed in a dirty pit, protesting as shadows of stinky mountains loomed above… I bit harder… [09:33] DDR: “Does he like, do other stuff, like what If I wanted a massage?” [09:33] ViolaR: “I can not say with certainty, tho it depends on how free his hooves are.” [09:34] DDR: “And like…do you use toilet paper or just, wipe off on him?” [09:34] DDR: “Does he use his tongue?” [09:34] DDR: “What do you do with the paper if you do use it?” [09:34] DDR: “Does he have a preferred flavor of paper?” [09:35] DDR: “Does he still talk?” [09:35] DDR: “How often do you need to change him out?” [09:36] ViolaR: “Drew, dear, I am still responding in the main chat. There was paper last I checked, but I am uncertain if it was necessary or not. This is fairly fresh news for me as well. But he will make your visit as comfortable as he can.” My chest oscillated… huffing out through my nostrils. I flicked back to my Reign chat, staring at his icon, remembering his face, so I could picture it down the loo. [09:39] DDR: “What about other services…? What if I have to go number three? Does he… 'Assist' with that?” The chat went silent for a bit. The message dots indicating Viola typing shone up, then faded. Bright, then gone. I tapped my hoof against my bed frame, playing with the zipper to my hoodie. Waiting… [09:42] ViolaR: “Yes. To my knowledge, he would.” All the anticipation flooded out of me in a wheeze, and it roiled into a chuckle. I gnawed on my lip while drumming my hoof against the bed frame. I could picture it clear as day now: Reign's perfect, face framed in the bowl with my dick hanging over him. There wouldn't be enough space on his face for smugness once I'd be down with him… [09:46] DDR: “Got it mom. This is still like, a lot to process, but I think I'll get the hang of it.” [09:47] ViolaR: “That is such a relief to hear dear. I am certain your brother will appreciate it.” Right. That, put an ever so small hamper on my mood. My perfect way to get at him scot-free, and he'd enjoy it… I shrugged. Still worth it. I'm sure I could find some way to make him regret making himself too open… [09:49] DDR: “Sure will. Thanks for the head's up, mom.” ~ 2 ~ Deep, long breaths, in and out. Just think, letting my mind wander. A glance back at the screen… it was still there. What was Viola saying about our son…? Looking at the description she'd written out on our private messages. All the words there were… It didn't, sit right. I kept staring at it, but nothing made sense. I hadn't been able to make sense of it. I picked up the phone, and made one more message. Private Chat with ViolaR [09:21] BrookR: “Sweetums?” [09:22] ViolaR: “Yes, buster?” So, she responded to my message. But… what do I do now? [09:30] ViolaR: “Buster?” [09:33] ViolaR: ” Brook? Are you still there?” [09:33] BrookR: “Could you, take it from the top?” [09:34] ViolaR: “It is not as bad as it sounds.” There were scarce worse starts to a sentence – other possible contenders being “Look on the bright side” and “My sisters are visiting.” [09:35] ViolaR: “He does an upstanding job of it, and he certainly has your stamina. It was late into the moon hours when I got to him, and our boy was holding strong.” [09:37] BrookR: “Sweetums…” First, Drew's situation was just going downhill, back home and closed off in his room every day. And now this? It couldn't get much lower could it…? But then… [09:41] ViolaR: “I know you miss him.” My chest contracted at this message. I stared into the screen. As it dimmed, my reflection emerged, and within that reflection, I could see Reign. Had it already been so long? I could only sit idly by so long, thinking of how happy he must be with Sinder, before it started to tear at my heart as well. A calm breath. [09:46] BrookR: “How big was this party?” [09:49] ViolaR: “Two dozen, easily.” [09:49] BrookR: “That is impressive.” [09:50] BrookR: “Hardly a chance to clog the pipes then.” [09:52] ViolaR: “It certainly is, Buster mine~. There is much in our son to be proud over. I hope you can see that.” [09:53] BrookR: “He is our son. I am sure I will.”
[Scat] Lustbound FlushLustbound Flush Written by Septia. Hope, was not the emotion I harbored once I saw the light again, despite the figure carved out in the light being that of my own mother. The thought of her returning had haunted my senses, seeing me as I was, head sticking out of a this porcelain trench, still reeking of the previous visitor. Hope was lost days ago. But this, feeling, that fluttered in the cold cocoon of piping wrapped around my chest. Perhaps an alleviation from exhaustion? This party had already been too much, watching hind after hind obscure the brief view I was deigned… Her face… offered, if not hope, at least a break. It took time to manage my lips into speech, filth laid encrusted on my gums obscuring their locomotion. “M-mom… I-I c-can-…” “My dear Reign,” she interrupted, turning so that her black and umber streaked mane bobbed beside her face. “It is, fine, dear.” These words… The previous sight of him, she had turned tail, but… here was the mare, this, was really the mare who had raised him. Then… she continued. “I spoke to Sinder, she explained everything.” The warmth in my chest turned… I had kept my… kink, away from her knowledge. This was not how I wished for her to find out, even if where I was now had far gone over the edge… Maybe If I had encountered this earlier in life. If I had found my boundaries back then… But, it was out of my hooves. I'd accept any scolding. “It, still goes beyond my grasp. I am afraid, some things I could fathom but… to this extent…” She sounded just like me… Guess we were both off of the deep end. “However, as your mother, I… I am more than willing to accept the path you have chosen.” “H-huh?” Violet smiled. “In the end, nothing brings more joy to a mother's heart than to see the joy of her dearest, and if that entails giving you the world, or giving you what remains of my party binge…,” she started to tremble off somewhat in her conviction, as a churning gurgle lashed into a flutter of fumes -Fbvvrrrbffflth- “Then I am more than happy to provide.” It can't be… mom, not you. Disbelief shook my head; the hold of the toilet's nadir restricted my motion. “Oh you shouldn't give your mother that look, dear. In the end I have always supported you, haven't I?” she said as her head disappeared from view, and soon a pair of parchment pale yellow flanks burgeoned onto the seat, “and seems it is time for my rear end to support you as well.” The cheeks slid into place, dipping down under the constraint of the rim. I struggled for breath, aghast by the brim of flesh caressing between the cleft, staring back at me as it protruded in winks. The gape widened for a brief moment. -Bbbfrrrrppfffth- A flood of swampy bowel breath battered me, the reverberations shaking the structure keeping me in place, after which I was met by the tench of leather pickled in whey, cloying through my nostrils. “Ooph, aha, and speaking of my binge. Sinder had some lovely bread puffs on display, I had already eaten two before I realised they were jam packed with fmmsaw.” The next word was underlined by a humid burgle of fumes fluttering out of her hind, “Ch-cheeese,” -PPFbbwfllfpwlrlbrth-. “Phaa, but at that point, mm I could not resist. You know how your mother gets, I haven't let my lactose intolerance get the better of me before, we've always just had a chuckle about it. Hah. Though I… suppose this fmmf,” -Pfbbbrrptha-,” will be the first case off you witnessing the effects it has on me first hoof… aha…” Violet kept a jovial tone, despite her vocal chords at times being out of tune. “O-oh ri-right, mfms,” “I could hear the shifts in her tone, and the burgling in her bowels: I was pained with tension. “I would, prefer not to get the tongue treatment, excuse your mother for being old fashioned. I just have to adjust myself to your new position, so for now, you need not worry about anything, except being a standard toilet f-for me.eee-fmm.” She wheezed out the last line as her pucker flared open in a muddy gush of flatulence -Kkrgpluuutcha- splattering a ring of filth that stained from my forehead to my chin. Then… it came… Her pucker clapped open, for a deluge of slop to cascade from her depths. The floating mire blocked what little light grazed me from the crevice of her thighs. The slop pelted my muzzle with the consistency of a runny cream-pie -Chhllptthhwwlwplurhc-, the loose sludge slobbered and drooled down thorugh my coat and onto my skin, chunks of cured filth flowing through the moist gruel and kneading into my chin, little pockets of solid, tactile feedback below the avalanche of molten, motherly molasses. Her pucker squealed in a strain as it divulged her percolating cargo -Chhrlglgpaugsu- -Chhrguurlpsh- winking to give brief interludes in the watery mudslide that I was placed under. “Mmnngnrhhrhga,” mother grunted above, a brief hold in the flood before a greasy huff of vapor vented free with another downpour of muck, more gruel to top the carpet of bile smothering my coat flat to my hide. “MWMmgrhrpaaao,” another grunt -Vhhrrlgptuthsha- Another barrage of gruel to follow it. It continued in bursts: Her bowels bubbling with the unwelcome element of lactic ravaging her insides, and taking it out all over me. My skin toasting under the slathering of hot sludge assaulting my senses. My image of the this mare, the pony I owed my existence to… warped by the undiluted odour flooding and imprinting itself on my senses: it smelled of heated rubber poured down a mushroom stew, of tar brewn in the navel of an ursine, with the sting of needles prickling a reeking stench into my sinews. “Mmfghhaabj” -Bbfruruiglgpthsha- Anther grunt, another onslaught. The surface of the filth crept up around me, hills of the fluid mire drooping over itself and clotting the bowl clogged of grime. I couldn't… untapped reserves of willpower shot through me… my muzzle wedging up, breaching the surface, to call out. “M-mom, stop, I don't want this.” I said it… my words sloppy with the radioactive mare cement trickling down my maw, but I did it. “S-sweetie…” Violet spoke above, the ominous grow of her bowels a chorus to her words -Chhgllrgl- “do pipe down in there.” I flinched. “My sides are reaping havoc through my posterior, and this was the only washroom available,” she admitted in between huffs. Then… “Right now, momma needs a functional toilet far more than I do a son.” The words drew a spear through my spine, then left it to rot, to merge with me, infecting all of my being with its taint. Once her words passed, I was not the same stallion. I sunk, back into the mire. Left with one option to keep breathing… I swallowed -Ghllpgugish-. Mouthfuls of The raw sewage of my own flesh and blood cooked my throat as I guzzled it down, reeking of moulding white and blue dairy, as slimy as the oils dripping from an expired wheel of cheese cheddar. “Mmngghs, mgmghphaa…” It was my mother, her groans started to take on hints of a pleasured tone, the more I fell back into performing my tasks… it brought her relief to let go of inhibitions and worries about me… To feel justified in her mind that… this is what I wanted… that was, my only solace. The muck drained down my throat, a stew of poor dietary decisions and creamy sulfur. To think that the woman who conceived me… was also capable of giving birth to this vile waste… The thought struck a chord through me, like a musician striking their xylophone so hard the key cracked: was there really much that separated me from what she gestated now? I was not even the results of her nourishing meal… I was merely the receptacle where it was disposed of… Tears joined the muck… I could not distinguish them from the myriad of corrupted tastes of mud broiled broccoli and expired curds curing in a gym sock… but the act brought tears flooding down my face, I experienced my spirit abandoned my mortal coil. -Bbrppglltlth-. “Phoo… dear me… I haven't felt my pipes so clear for a good while,” Violet said as she swabbed her flank with folds of cotton-like squares. One by one the papers were dropped and left to flutter, or fall under the variable weight of grime housed within them, dotting my dishevelled countenance, as I breathed tainted, but clear air. Meanwhile the bustling of the party thumped outside the door, many miles away from the moment we shared “My… That really had you going, didn't it? Hope it, wasn't too much?” she said, though gauging my reactions under the multitude of crumpled papers was… an art of interpretation. “I may not be so 'hip' with the times, but I still got some kick in me, right?” she said, letting out a deep sigh. It took a platoon of papers to clear out the mess… in the meanwhile we merely remained in each other's company. “I have to say, it is still, quite nice to get to spend this time with you,” Violet said. What emotions I could still muster in my chest… were ceased under the talons of guilt. “I know you are grown, you can more than well handle yourself, though, I do still love you… son, or Toilet alike.” “Well then, I do better be off. With a party like this I can only imagine others are waiting for their turn.” The desperation and dread those words invoked were choked back by the guilt… keeping me in place… where I was supposed to be… “And I wouldn't want to keep you,” she said, and stepped off the seat. Heading to the door, only to return. “Sweetie?” I looked up, through eyelashes clotted in grime, view obscured in tainted papers, through which I could only gauge her silhouette. “Thank you, momma loves you.” Then the lid, shut. I plunged, back, into the festering dungeon. ~ 1 ~ The following couple of visits, barely registered. The one, possible hope that remained… had been dashed to tatters, and gagged me for my insolence in believing there was a way out. Colours faded to light and darkness. Darkness as the lid closed, and a flash of light when it opened. But the light never lasted, soon again it was eclipsed by a hind, or intersected with a cock aiming down his maw, to deposit a pungent – or at times… a salty substance. It washed some of the gunk clotting his oesophagus. One has to appreciate the little things… The longer the night went on, the less faces he saw… The less ponies addressed him, the less they reacted… Soon they didn't acknowledge him anymore. Why would they? He was just the toilet, wasn't he? That's… what all this was about… wasn't it? What he had wanted, what he dreamed off… what he fantasized of with Sinder… Light, darkness, light, darkness… Turning the shutters on a window, again, and again, but it was without a view. ~ 2 ~ “You have a safe trip home, try to get some sleep in, bye bye~.” Sinder shut the door. “Alright, that should be about time to-…” The mare realised she was addressing nopony. The snack tables were cleared, furniture shifted, cups, plates, and tankers stuffed away in corners and tables. Seems that was the last guest. It was just her now. She picked up her phone, flicking through chatrooms, responding to people mentioning they've made a successful trip home, monitoring the common group and measuring their opinions. That was the purpose of this shindig, wasn't it? She passed the toilet, then looked back. Right… she wasn't completely alone. ~ 3 ~ A clack of plastic -Cllltck- and lift. A face: Orange coat, brown fur, a big smile. “Hey there Reign, great job today.” I only breathed at her. “Thought this might've been a bit much, but you haven't completely cracked yet, least I think so,” she said, and reached down to tap my cheek. The touch… of another… Actual, physical contact. Why… didn't it feel right?” “Oh yeah, you're good,” she stated. The hoof withdrew. And in its place… -Bbthnk- her hind slopped onto the seat. -Chhrlrlpgghsh- A crackle of fatty grime cleaved its way through her cheeks in one, solid heft of mare fudge, warping and contorting her pucker along the broad expanse of fissure-dressed manure dangling on its way down my muzzle. The fat bar of expended nutrition slotted into my gape, and slacked, a stench of burned lemon ash and forgotten hay quiches weighed on my senses. She didn't even address it… she was just checking if the toilet worked. I heard her tapping away at her phone as the mulch curled out of her hind in one doughy tail of gunk, crinkling like a plastic bag submerging in dough -Chrlpgth-Cbgrlpggsh-. “Phew, wow what a success this was,” she chatted above. At least, she was speaking to me… “There were a fair few folk who came up to me andnmfs phaa, complimented me on your behalf, but people really let loose when they get to chat away from you, I mean, just look at this?” she said and wedged her thighs open below her, letting me see light from the bathroom streaming in, carved in twain by the pillar of dung descending into my maw. And somewhere in that light, her screen beamed at me, showing me the general chat. Party General Chat [23:46] Clover Juice: “Have to admit, I had middling hopes, but that was a pretty comfy sit down.” [23:46] xXstarligjtXx: “wasn't it weird to have someone stare up your plot? I didn't actually go, but now I'm thinking I should have.” [23:47] Clover Juice: “Oh that passes pretty quickly, Reign did an admirable job.” [23:47] Rusty: “I know I'd use him again, what's the harm? It is just like a regular toilet except it is actually -happy- that you're using it?” [23:48] xXstarligjtXx: “That, does sound like a win-win, I guess.” [23:50] Partysounds: “he was great down there, really felt like you were cared for.” [23:52] Limber: “Ok, so I gotta say now, I wasn't the only one that figured out you can go number three with the toilet boy?” [23:52] xXstarligjtXx: “huh?” [23:52] Partysounds: “Ooooooo.” [23:53] Bugjune: “Hang on what?” [23:53] Limber: “You all know what I'm talking about, you thought I wet n there half a dozen times in one night to take a leek? Ya'll out here shaming my bladder is what yer doing.” [23:55] Crestway: “huh, you know I didn't think Reign played both fields.” [23:56] ArksnRosy: “His tongue played all over my fields if-ya-know whadda mean~” [23:57] Clover Juice: “That's a lil gross.” [23:57] Limber: “It is the most hygienic thing he's done all day.” [23:58] Crestway: “Limber has a point, and if Reign's up for it, that doesn't seem like mch of an issue right?” [23:58] Partysounds: “Just another way to have fun then~” I stared at the messages scrolling past, shaking. There didn't seem, to be any pony who cared to ask my opinion, they all took it for granted. Why would you ask a toilet anything…? “You've gotten so much praise I'm actually kinda jealous, like, what if it was me down there~?” Sinder joked. “Course I would never do that, don' gmmm, take offence to this,” she huffed out as her pucker dug into the meat of the bale forging through her pucker and letting it -Clllpghths- slap down over my muzzle, juggling on the seat with her cheeks dancing as she got comfortable, releasing a few rancid bouts of fog -LLcphhhthg- -Bbrrrflflth-. “But I don't got a fetish for this kinda stuff so I don't know how you manage… but the fact you do and can go to this kind of capacity, whew.” I just tried to chew through the cobra of dung she caked my face with. Couldn't voice my opinion either way if my mouth was clogged, though I… barely thought that far, It was all just… instinct. Molars digging through the festering filth, breaking it apart into droll coated gems of muck, and down my throat it went, into the drain… “I even have lot of people requesting and asking when the next party is.” This… managed to stir something, for a moment everything felt… real again, the flavor of putrefaction was amplified in my maw, leading me to cough and gargle below. “Yeah I'm pretty excited too. I mean, limits can always be tested, am I right?” Sinder said and leaned back, sighing as she aimlessly scrolled, thigs wide open to get a good look at her former boyfriend down the drain. Well… he was still her boyfriend… kinda? She mulled over this for a bit. Just as she got a new notification. “Oooh yeah, Almost forgot to tell you, by now I'm sure you know I talked to Violet” I managed a nod. “Yeah dunno how that happened honestly, kinda awkward when I had to explain things to yer folk, but better to break the news to her in some way. Either case, she's been missing you a lot, and rest of your family has tooo. Says she would really appreciate you making a visit.” It took a while… to parse what she was saying… My mind still assaulted by chemical reactions gone wrong. “And hey, I'm not gonna hog you forever, so I said its fine with me. Just need to know what you think now,” she asked down to the pit. I saw her face. The joy on it, the pride… I swallowed the tail end of her sludge -Cllgpgpmsh- “V-visit?” “Yeah, you wanna vibe with your folks for a while?” Oh tartarus, we were actually having a conversation… She wasn't just speaking at me. “Ah-ah…” Gotta choose my words well. “Y-yeah, sure.” Dang it. “Sweet, I'll forward that to miss toilet momma,” Sinder said and clapped her thighs shut, jamming her cheeks down a bit to mush over my face, feeling a smear of slop -Chrlpth- brushed over my muzzle from her crack. “You clear me up and I'll handle the rest.” She typed away at the phone. Message History [23:22] ViolaR: “Since this is quite the development, I was thinking of, setting up something with the family.” [23:24] Sinny: “How do you mean? And it was great to have ya today.” [23:27] ViolaR: “Thank you, dear. But I mean, it is a big change to just spring on the the family, I know I would have taken it better with some warning, so I thought, what if we could. Ah. (is install the proper word?) But yes, install Reign in our house for a week or so. Just to get everypony on the same page with his new role.” [23:29] Sinny: “anything to get him back in the house, ay?” [23:30] ViolaR: “Is it such a crime to miss my boy? Although to clarify, I am quite serious.” [23:31] Sinny: “alright, I'Seems only fair, I'll be sure to ask, when I get the chance.” [23:31] ViolaR: “Thank you dear.” [23:31] Sinny: “yeah no prob.” Sinny is typing… [23:59] Sinny: “So when do you want the new toilet installed?”
Lustbound HypeLusbound Hype Written by Septia. -Wuurrzzz-. Drew's phone lit up with the hum of a notification, feeling it shaking on the bedside table. The stallion turned over, hearing the squeaks and shifts of wood below the bed frame he'd long outgrown -Ckrrhnnngk-. He saw the icon of an orange mare in the corner, smirking at him. She really felt like a match for his brother. But… what was this about? Drew picked up the phone, staring at the message with his brow in folds. [10:21] Sinny: “You hyped to see your bro?” Something stirred In his gut. Butterflies? Or, more like moths. He tapped the message. Private Chat with Sinny [10:23] DDR: “I guess.” [10:23] DDR: “I mean, he's not, that exciting off a pOny, no offense.” [10:23] DDR: “I mean you spend a lot of time with him, you know what he's like.” [10:24] DDR: “Also hi.” [10:24] Sinny: “Been seeing him a lil less lately, well, some parts of him a least. Still spend a lot of intimate time with the bf.” [10:25] Sinny: “You know, he definitely gets more ass this way.” She finished the last message with an emote sticking out its tongue. Drew read these messages again, and again. Reading them enough he saw the words between each message. There was this, a particular irk about his brother getting more action than him, even as a toilet. [10:26] DDR: “so, your still together?” [10:26] Sinny: “What?” [10:27] Sinny: “Eh? He's my bf. He's just coming over for a visit you know? I am not gonna let you guys keep him, family or not.” [10:28] DDR: “Right, yeah, course. So, you two still… do… stuff…?” [10:28] Sinny: “?” [10:30] Sinny: “Ooo, yeah we do. He's gotten a lot more enthusiastic about it too, livin to please and all, I've had to control his pace. Gotten a whole lot a practice with his tongue too, 's like a bidet down there.” [10:31] DDR: “That's, a more specific answer than I imagined, I didn't intend to pry that far, but, damn.” [10:32] Sinny: “Oh It's no biggie. Once you've had like twenty plus ponies plonking their flanks on your bf in an evening, it's a bit easier to just chat about it, you know?” [10:32] Sinny: “They weren't sexual, but still.” [10:33] Sinny: “At least most of them.” “Wow, that really happened…,” Drew mumbled to himself. He'd thought that party was like, a metaphor, or… It was just difficult to imagine a whole celebration just centered around ponies using his brother for… bathroom activities. Though when, seeing put in bold text before his eyes, it emboldened the reality of it. Drew smirked. [10:35] DDR: “Heh, I get it, I think, and he's my bro so it's not that weird to talk about, the news is just, still fresh.” [10:36] Sinny: “Yeah yeah.” [10:36] DDR: “SO you'll like, just come and, install him?” [10:37] Sinny: “That's the idea, just don't wear him out too much, okay?” [10:38] DDR: “Will try.” [10:38] DDR: “Try not too.” [10:38] DDR: “I mean you already spoke to mom about it.” [10:39] DDR: “Why, are you messaging me about this? Everything's already settled by now, mom talked to us all about this stuff. So what's up?” Drew glared at the line of dots pulsing in the corner. Why was this taking so long. His brow furrowed further. The dots faded, then rose back up, faded again… [10:43] Sinny: “Just checking the status of you guys. I know everypony aren't used to this on the regular. Good to prompt everypony, having us all on the same page, yaknow?” This, resonated with Drew. “On the same page,” he mumbled. Drew's eyes opened wide, his brow raised and smoothed. His lips forming an 'O'. [10:44] DDR: “How'd you think hE likes it?” [10:44] Sinny: “I think Reign's having the time of his life~.” Another emote… could it be…? One more test… [10:44] DDR: “But, like, you'd stop if he asked, right?” [10:45] Sinny: “Haven't thought about that, I mean, why would he ask? This is like a fantasy come true for em, took a while to accept, but I'm not going to take that away from him now just like that. He's still my bf, but you know, now he's a toilet~.” The grin spread over Drew's face. He'd been hoping… Couped up in this lil room, the same he'd been in while his brother left to get a hot, successful girlfriend and his own house… If he could just make Reign squirm a bit… put him in his place… and it seems Sinder was all on board for doing just that. [10:46] DDR: “Well you can be sure that I'm game for this. Yeah, you know what; I can't wait to see big bro again, going to be a great time see just how much he's 'grown'.” Drew searched for an appropriate emote to convey his underlying meaning, but Sinder was quicker on the draw. [10:46] Sinny: “Hey ta's swell to hear, Gonna feel weird to take a dump in a regular bowl though.” [10:47] Sinny: “Going to be nice to have the house a bit to myself, might do some redecorating, clearing out some things…” “She's getting rid of his stuff.” That had to be what she meant, wasn't it? It? Ooo this was in depth… Drew felt this hooves oscillating in a deep excitement brought on by a simmering, deep-seated resentment. He could picture his brother's face in the toilet again, framed not by clean porcelain, but by stains and mildew, gasping for air under a load of horseapples… [10:47] DDR: “Oh yeah, just happy to give you the time you need, we've been missing bro, so we'll be sure to take good care of him.” [10:47] Sinny: “Reign is quite lucky to have this supportive of a family~.” [10:49] DDR: “speaking of support, Reign can handle some big loads, right? Cuz, dad's, legitimately, clogged the toilet like, three times. His bowels powered by slugs and constipation. But Reign'd be more than willing to take on like ten kilos of manure, right?” [10:50] Sinny: “Geeze, it really sounds like you were made for each other, he should've come out of this toilet closet earlier.” [10:50] DDR: “More like, back in the…” [10:50] DDR: “Back in, the bathroom. Going, in instead of… yeah.” [10:50] Sinny: “I'd polish that one up before adding it to your routine~.” [10:52] DDR: “Uugh, sorry, I'm just, uugh I'm excited now… I'm going to clog that smug ass prick's face full of muck and then pound it all down his throat with my dick. Only thing soothing his sore throat'll be my fresh ripe cum.” The chat was still for a while. Beads of sweat formed on Drew's forehead. That… might have been showing his hoof a bit quickly… The dots appeared. Then faded. Oh yeah, that was definitely too far… [10:54] Sinny: “Dang, you are really into this stuff~. Reign's gonna if the rest of you are even half as enthused then Reign's going to love his stay with you. Can you imagine holding those fantasies in ya gut for years, then find out out everypony supports you? Seriously don't treat him too well, I'm going to want him back, even if I've got to step up my game.” Relief washed out Drew's tension. [10:55] DDR: “You don't mind, right? The about the cock thing?” [10:55] Sinny: “Heck if you wanna treat him like a cum dumpster and fill the whole bowl be my guest~ He's been through so much already, you really just gotta let you loose those established thoughts that' he's a pony and, hmm… accept that' he's also a toilet, right?” [10:56] Sinny: “And the only thing about a toilet is to make sure it still works, s don't go 'breaking him now, he's only a lend.” [10:56] DDR: “For sure, sure, I'll make extra sure momand dad are on the same page.” [10:56] Sinny: “Great stuff. [10:57] Sinny: “Gotta head out now, good chatting with ya DDR.” [10:57] DDR: “Same, same, cya.” Drew stifled a chuckle as he put the phone down, spreading out, so his hooves went over the edge of the bed, staring into the ceiling with renewed vigor and joy playing over his muzzle. Judging by what Sinder said, there wouldn't be any problems… how could there? Because if what she said was true, it would be hard to break something already broken~.
[Scat] Lusbound InstallationLustbound Installation Written by Septia. Fresh air. It tastes like a dream. I have been walking outside for, at least an hour now, and still the air… I can't get over it. I take a deep gulp of oxygen, it fills my chest, I feel my barrel expand without resistance; when I inhaled, my barrel expanded, there was no piping of porcelain or metal hampering its expanse, constricting my lung capacity, acting as a constant reminder that I was trapped down the drain of a toilet… It was just, a breath. This sensation was, normal, of course. But to me, it felt unusual after being trapped for so long. Wish I had gotten more of a chance to speak with Sinder. Difficult to find the words, and she was busy with work. But, giving us some time away from each other, might be for the best. I could gather my thoughts while visiting my family, and sort it out with her once we were together again. I had to clear up this misunderstanding. Yes, all of this started because… I asked for it, but, I didn't want to live as her toilet… I had more than enough experience of it now to last a lifetime. While walking, I check through my phone again. Still so many messages. People I know, people I didn't know; ponies wondering where I was, ponies knowing exactly where I had been. Over a month of unanswered messages. I put it back in my bag. It was giving me a headache to scroll through. Most of it was just, people teasing me. Unsolicited pictures of their plots and ponuts, as if I didn't see those enough from where Sinder kept me all day – or…worse. A month… I brought up the phone again, scrolling through messages, oh no. In the cascade of notifications, was a line of messages from my boss. Oh. I stopped next to a house, leaning against the wall. At first, they had asked where I was. But… Private Messages Chat with The Boss Greetings, Reign. I have been informed of your new position. While I would have preferred hearing it from you in person, your partner was quite amicable in sorting out the details of your resignation. It was a pleasure working with you, and I wish you luck in your future endeavors. Your severance pay has been wired to Sinder as per her request. Best of wishes – Tinseltink. Oh. So, I wasn't working at the shop anymore, apparently. One less engagement that anchored me to this world. I guess that was… another thing I had to deal with. Private Message chat with Heineon Wassup Reign, heard you were out, real nice work at the party~. Wanna head out to a festival with me? – Heineon. I wasn't in the mood to engage right now. The thought of Hineon still had my stomach in a knot. I put the phone back down. And thus, never saw the follow-up message: “Oh wait lol, I'll just ask Sinder.” ~ 1 ~ Home. That was my door. Been a while bit, it was still there. Deep breath. I knocked. The door was soon replaced by the sight of a mare in a soft yellow coat and black streaked mane, my mother. “Reign, my sweet cinnamon top. So great to see you, come in, come in, we have all been waiting.” “H-hi, m-mom.” My voice sounded, small. The hallway was the same, mom and dad's hats were still on the shelves. And… was that Drew's old jacket? So he still lived with our parents. “Good to see you, sport.” Dad said, coming out into the hall and scrubbing his hoof through my mane. “Hey, d-dad. Long time no see.” “Too long, too long. Aherm,” Brook coughed and took a step back. In the corner of my eye, at the foot of the stairs in the next room, stood Drew. My brother was, mostly the same. Though the way he looked at me… “Heey Drew, I am back.” “…hi.” “I will take your bags, dear,” mom said and helped me out of the saddlebags, just like she had done so many times before… This, nostalgia thrummed in my chest. “I am in the middle of making dinner, so you will have to wait a bit, but there will be more than enough food for you as well.” “Sounds good, I…” I wanted to talk. But, maybe it was a bit of a heavy subject to get into right away. I could, ease into it. “What's for dinner, mom?” Violet paused, and tilted her head towards me. “Oh, I am makin-.” “Aaauugh, could we stop this nonsense?” Drew called out and jumped off of the stairs, walking up into the hallway, his grape green hair flung back from his advance. “Why are you both doting over him like this? Its not like he's here to socialize and stay over dinner, he's not here as our guest,” Drew flung his hoof out in a gesture towards me. “Reign is back to be a fixture in our bathroom, he's supposed to be our toilet.” A fracture chinked into the atmosphere of comforting nostalgia. Breath caught in my throat, my lungs stifled, as if they were already trapped again. Brook smacked his lips. “While… I don't so much mind. Drew has it right. I have not yet had a chance to go today, still stuffed up from work, and I could use a sit-down before dinnertime.” The fractures propagated; a lattice of cracks breaking through the façade. Violet sighed. “Oh alright, I do suppose I will not have much time before dinner either way, might as well let you get comfortable, Reign.” Drew faced me. Smirking, as his horn lit up. In a flash of green, I was transported from not just the hallway, but from my family, and from the world I had thought myself anchored to. My hope, shattered. ~ 2 ~ These were the same roof tiles I had stared up at when I was as young. Boards covered in so many layers of white lacquer that they blended together into one whole under the alabaster membrane. They had left the seat up for me… The pressure was back. All around my torso laid the warped metal tubes, my neck encased in the nadir of the ceramic bowl. I was back in a toilet… my breath grew unsteady, in each shaking inhale I felt the metal casing weighing me back, reminding me of my place. Tears… I couldn't helped it. They made my eyes itch. But I could just try my best to blink them away. I couldn't believe this. I thought… I am so stupid… why would this be any different? But I… I hoped that this time… -Dkkk- The door slammed open. “Oops, sorry thought that I… forget you're in here.” Dad… I can't speak, the tears and pressures have me choked up. But I hear him enter, I see him barely in the angle from the bowl. And in his hoof, was a magazine. Chills ventured down my spine. I know my father. I know what this means. “Was, debating if I was even gonna bring this,” Brook said, holding up the magazine. “Since, you are here and all. But it, just… doesn't feel right to me.” I feel my heart clench. Yes, yes he is right. Brook smacked his lips and shook his head. “Pardon, that was rude, I have talked to your mother about this and, maybe I am just old fashion for not getting this. Didn't mean any offense, just, know it might take me a while to really get acclimated with this, new arrangement.” My heart sinks again. A cold horror streaks its way through my chest, constricting me. He knew it was wrong… he did not want to do it, and yet… -Gbhrhbgbghhs- a rumble emanated from him. “Phoo, alright. 'Scuse me if I am not very talkative, I'm overclocked as it is.” Brooks' head disappeared from view. A moment of solace, staring at the ceiling. Then, they were eclipsed by a broad pair of wide, swampy cheeks. His hind sliding into the grove, blotting out all but a sliver of light. “I…” I had to speak, now or never. “D-da-.” The pucker burst open in a pressure wave of smog -Pbbbrrrllpwrrrrth- The force of the hot air sweeping through my face and cloying its tendrils up my nostrils, an air of torched sawdust curdling in vinegar. All at once the bowl's temperature increased, simmering me in the presence of his active bowel's warning of what was to come. The sharp stench and heat coaxed more tears from the corner of my eyes, chipping breaths filling with the ageing flatulence. “Oh, right, right one thing, Reign. I don't want any of that tongue business, I'm sure you are good but I, I uh mfmgh…” he grunted, the sentence petering out as I hear him fiddling with the magazine. -Fppprfffwwwrpth- Another blast of stench beating me down. His cheeks reverberating above with the force. The reverberations through the flank shook out droplets of old sweat that pelted my face in the redolent perspiration. Some sweat seeped down my coat and muzzle, others clung to the hairs of my hide like dollops of tar, washing my face in the stench of hard work left to fester for hours on end. It was harder and harder to breath, let alone speak. All of my focus spent on keeping myself from hyperventilating. This odor… It was like hot pitch and raw sewage, it was salt-dried lettuce and old leather, it was… Less than what I was expecting. This kindled a thought in my head. Why? Why wasn't this the worst? Drew and I would always dare each other to go into the bathroom after dad, or, dread being next after he marked his territory. This should be worse. -Chhrlrllgktks- I hear the pucker warp above, though barely see it. It is heralded by grunts and groans from above, the flesh spreading, the dimensions of the wide tube of raw muck threading through my father‘s trough. The sliver of light lit up the side of the pillar of dung as it escaped my father's clutches; fatas a turnip, glistening with dews of colon bile filling the cracks with the mighty bale. As it closed in, the heat and pungency radiating out from its presence bathed me in a fatty sweltering of ripe manure… And yet, it, did not feel like the worst I had been through. Spending so long at the bottom of a toilet, I had, seen a lot. This was, terrifying, yes. But… expected? This did not carry the same, strange discomfort as breathing fresh air had. It was, almost like, this was supposed to happen. Watching the descending mound with this thought in mind was, even worse. Was I really that far gone? I couldn't be, this was a fluke this, I wasn't… meant to be here… right? “Mmghgauaa,” Dad exhaled, I felt the seat shift as his pucker pinched into the mound, dropping the discharge straight into my face… right into, my open mouth. I… didn't remember opening it… it just, was, did this mean-. My thoughts blot out under the undiluted taste of manure slathering my lips and tongue. The blend of the bale barely fit down my muzzle, and was teetering before falling over my face -Clslpthth-. The muck gummed over my snout and forehead, threatening to dry stuck to my coat. I swallowed… leading the corpulent bowel snake down my maw, past my tongue and down my oesophagus. -Glluguspgl- If I let this one stay, I'd soon be buried, and this crud dried to my skin, it would take a lot of scrubbing to get out. So I swallow, again, and again. The barrel of muck sinks down my throat, engorging it taut, swelling to the limits of the porcelain pocket by my neck. It is hard to work down but I managed more and more. Its incessant odor and taste permeating through my mouth and sinking into my senses, but I know I won't be rid of it elsewhere, it is routine by now. Even if it hurts, even if my neck malforms under its girth, I trawl it back off of my face, leaving me with a skidmark in its wake, and down the fat snake of sludge. -Pfbrbrrohrhthtpth- more smog beats down on me from above, stirring up the odor of filth encroaching from his bowels. It sloughs down over me, I wasn't finished with the first one yet, as the second mound piles down and -Cllptth- gummed at the tail end of the first, forming into one whole bale once more. This one thrusting down my neck without my involvement. -Clglpthth- I felt my throat ache against the porcelain, that thin membrane of flesh sandwiched in between cold solid ceramics and a hard dose of gut clay on the other end. I cough, wheeze, struggle for breath in the small gaps I have between swallowing, between feeling the log wade through my cheeks and inflate them in turn, forcing me to gnaw and break down the bale into loose chunks I could pack down my throat. “Mmpgsh, Reign, be, fms patient down there, more, than… enough to go around…” my father mumbles. Thinking my wheezes, coughs ad gurgles were signs of enjoyment, of eagerly to tasting the muck billowing out his hind… He really thought I… but in the end, neither of us wanted this. He was just… being courteous. -Chhglprthhgh- I heard more filth crinkling and grinding above as it warped and sloughed through his trenches. I couldn't stomach it… it was too fast, too much of a struggle to swallow, to feel the bale mark its pattern of fractures and bumps down my neck as I swallowed. The girth snaked around my muzzle, and I desperately chewed and suckled my lips full, I looked like a desperate, greedy hamster under the torrent of sludge. “Brook, dear, dinner is ready on the table, we are waiting for you.” “I'm coming, I'm coming…” Brook mumbled out between huffs and grunts, weighing back on the seat and letting the bale flutter out with an -Bbfpprprpprprpth- accompanying emission of gut exhaust. I can barely see, but what I do see shakes me to my core… There was still more… his pucker swaying, gaping open over a wide stretch of manure… an obelisk of gutter fudge winding its way through. I wasn't halfway done with the previous cargo… The load barrelled down, smearing into the blossoming hill of brown gruel welling out of my maw -Chrlrlpthghhs- and drooped down, curving and slathering over my face, sticking onto my forehead, slobbering through the tuft of my brown mane sticking up, squealing as it dragged against the porcelain above me -Chhrlrlpsgha-. I watch it tail back and forth, weaving me in a patchwork of filth… entombed in his waste, baking under the radiating putrid musk…-Glllrrtchhslchs-. Brook got up. With a practised swipe through his crack and letting it fall down the bowl. “Oh, whoops I, M… guess that is fine,” he says, looking down at the hillock of umber, “you alright down there?” “Mmgpg gmpsgh.” I try to speak, feeling the bales oscillate around me. “Mmm, Mmhm, right then. I'll leave ya to it,” Brook said, cleaning up, and walking to the door. He turned, paused, and turned around. “Good to have you back, son,” he managed to say. Then left me… He really thought… this is what I wanted, buried under a steaming stack of sludge… I wept under closed eyes, to not get filth in them… And kept working my way through the congealed gutter putty weighing me down. Forcing it down through my congested neck and screaming stomach… but, there was an even heavier pit in my stomach, than all this filth… I could not believe, that for the first time in years, this was the way we were eating dinner as a family again. ~ 3 ~ I felt heavy. My guts bulked with colon cement, clogging me into the surrounding tubes. I feel the grime squelch and warp through my stomach -Chhglrpghah- -Grhrltlptsuahah-. Can't imagine how much time it had been. Time was, weird in the toilet bowl. I wasn't deprived of all senses, but, enough of them to lose myself… I could still feel, smell, see, and taste… but I didn't want to. My breath stunk of hide dried in foil oil and salt. At least I could look at the ceiling. And the air wasn't all stuffy. So much time to think, but all I could think of was the smell. -Dnnktkh- The door. Someone was here. My heart beat again. Please, please. Drew's face peeked over the bowl, his grin mutating to a grimace as he took in the same air I had been soaking in for hours. “Hey there Rei-. Oooh… Ooough oughs, woow, you reek bro. Geeze, dad did a number on you, huh? But he always does, right? We know that better than anypony. Mm, guess I'll give it to ya, you have more first-hoof experience of it now.” His voice, drenched in a malicious pleasure, staring down on me. “How you finding it? I set up the toilet with Sinder. Should fit a lil slave like you…. Heh, slave, could you believe it? You, get to be, my, salave?” he savored the words. “D-drew, p-please.” “Wow, ok, begging already, can't even talk to my bro, huh? Weh, whatever,” Drew said and shuffled up closer to the seat, looming over me from on high, his shadow falling over my eyes. “Guess I will get down to business. But, you already took quite a load from dad, so… I got a different load in mind…” The unicorn flashed his teeth. At the end of the seat, by his crotch, I could see… a pole of flesh twitch, creeping up over the edge. “I've read your reviews, good stuff.” Reviews…? There were Reviews? “Kinda worried my dick would get slobbered with dung if you sucked me off, but I guess if you suck long enough it will get clean, right? So… guess we should just get started… Ready to taste all I got, you washed up loser?” Drew beamed and moved his crotch over the bowl. “Wait, Dew, please.” He stopped. It took so much energy, my lungs aching after working over that filth and now, raising my voice. But… I had his attention. “Drew, I am, sorry. I don't know what I did. But, I -I am sorry. P-please. Yo-you gotta get me out of here. I'll do anything for you if y-you just get me out.” My brother's face folded in contemplation. It wasn't a look that suited him. “Hmmm…” A long pause. “Out, yeah. We could do that.” “R-really?” “I think it is a great idea, just gotta run it by mom, so we can adequately set something up, yeah?” “Wha d-do you-.” -Cthnk- The lid slammed down. My brother's hurried hoof steps disappearing. Tension, ran rampart through my body, surging with adrenaline… stuck, in this darkness, with nothing to use this energy on. It just, festered in my chest, clumped, and congealed into discomfort, and dread. ~ 4 ~ The lid opend to a comforting sight. “M-mom,” I mumbled. “Hello, Reign, I just talked to Drew. “Oh, good.” “I didn't know you would be comfortable in that position. But, if it is for my cinnamon top, then we'll get something arranged for tomorrow. How does that sound?” What… was she talking about? What did Drew tell her? What had I said?” -Bbfpprprfhhht-. “Ooo, excuse me, but I do have to go. Have been holding this one in for you though, freshly baked straight from momma,” Violet said and stood up. “M-moderm-.” But her hind blotted me out soon. Out of all of them, she had gotten the most experienced. It seemed she had really… mentally prepared for me coming over like this. Did… she do all this just for me? What would it have been like, if, when I was younger, I just told her about my kinks? If she was this supportive then, maybe none of this would have happened… This prospect loomed overhead, into the bale of mother's hind-baking, wedging through her hind in an onslaught of crinkles and pops of mare gruel -Shhrlpgshah- -Clrlphght- Sound, taste, smell, and touch, subsumed me once more. ~ 5 ~ It was a strange morning. First one in I don't know how long that I had woken up not encased in metal and porcelain. I wasn't doomed to sleep in the pipes. However, this didn't give me any more freedom… around me was a flat arch of wood, like a small hut, and ahead of me laid a room: I saw my brother's childhood bed, which… he was still sleeping in? Didn't seem like it would fit him anymore. I also saw his bookshelf, his collectibles, his comics. Didn't take long to figure out I was under his desk. But… every motion I made was hampered by taut rubber. I saw hooks embedded in the table on each side, from which a rope of laytex elongated towards me. I was shackled together, hooves bound into a squatting sit or pinned to my frame. I was dressed in a suit covering everything beneath my neck, which the ropes anchored into. I was… bound in place… And while I had, limited movement, the way the rubber fought back against all of it. Dissuading me form even turning my head. Drew walked in. “Oh, so you're up now, cool, cool. Been waiting, and mom set this up, neat huh? But Tartarus I've been waiting all night for this, so it is time to deliver.” Drew sat down in front of his desk, crotch aimed perfectly to my muzzle. Slowly, I watched his sheathe unveil a thick baton of meat, creeping toward me with a creak of polishing a window with a slab of of butter. -Chhrlnfljuurugshc- It, stunk, in a way I hadn't experienced. This wasn't like at the party, even the ones who had used me were, clean. But… Drew's dick was… sticky. It looked thicker than sweat, but there was no lack of that either, his meat was… glistening. And… and it was still growing. Drew, was packing, so much. How did it even fit? I was, a bit impressed. The mast bumped against my forehead, the noise it made was like squeezing a clementine -Cllrpthsh-. “Hookay, I'm still kinda out of it,” Drew mumbled and shuffled around in the seat, gyrating his cock so it sprayed and brushed a streak of pre along my face, till it came to rest at my lips. “I really gotta pound this one out, you just sit there like a gooood cock sleeve and take it.” “D-drew w-wait we can talk about this.” “I don't care,” Drew mumbled and seized the opportunity to breach my lips mid-sentence. -Chhrllpgththah- His mast plugged up my muzzle and arched into my cheeks, spreading it out wide and rotund around the vague imprint of his cock head. The taste… was worse. Like chancing to take a bite of an old cheese, only to feel the mildew brushing through your taste buds. How did Drew not know how to wash his cock? And why -MMgpllgsh. Oough. The stench is everywhere… “Pho yeah you do shut up, good bro…” Drew mumbled, eyes half lidded from sleep. After a halfhearted pet he shoves his chair closer, burrowing his dick out of my cheek to spring down my neck -Slpclhthtph- The mast straightens out my throat as he sinks the slab of cock meat through my oesophagus. I wheeze and gargle out snot that only seem to lubricate the mast as he gets comfortable in a rhythm of plodding his meat through my lips. His mast is molding my throat. Unlike the waste that eventually macerates or breaks down, his cock was a stubborn, a statue of marble imposing its presence down my neck. The pressure shoved me backwards, but I was bound in lace against the rubber. Drew lazily shuffled, bapping my face with his crotch and straining my neck as his flare pulsed in my chest. I reeled back, and the rubber contraction bounced me right back, forcing me to bob down his dick as he bumped into me with his steady rhythm -Bdnn- -Thwwlwp- -Bnnd- -Thhwrrllsp-. “Hooo, ookay, yeah work that shaft, you dirty waste of space… can barely handle dad's load,” Drew mumbled as he flicked through things on the computer, “waste even for a toilet, yeah? Heck yeah, at least choking down those loads got your throat some exercise or whatever,” Drew huffed. My brother plowed his unkempt lap into my face, forcing me backwards, just to reel on back, his cock trawling out my mouth, and the rubber bounced me straight back, swallowing the hoof of a cock down to my chest -Chhrllrpth- -Thhwwwwlp-. My lips were salty, my throat was salty… I could even feel the taste of his musk in my gut, an overbearing vitriol soaking me from this stay-at-home-son. “Mfmpghgmamp-,” I tried to speak. But he didn't even bash me for it anymore. His attention laid elsewhere, on the screen. It had his chest convulse almost as fast as mine. What was he looking at? “MMFma, ooo, yeah… Sinder…” he mumbled. “Oopgus.” I choke down his dick, the heat of his mast penetrating my throat, contrasting the chill that crept through me at that one word… Sinder… was… What was he doing up there? Is he… is he looking at my girlfriend? H-how, why, would… trying to make sense of it was hard with a dick plugging up my circulation of air. I was just left there, sucking, forced to guzzle down his dick with each thrust he pounded into me. The few breaths I got around his sullied shaft went right into imagining depictions of just what he was watching on that screen. Did Sinder know? Did she always know? How long had she known? Did… I had worked so hard for her. I kept this up, hoping she still saw me as her boyfriend. If I didn't have my family… then I… I needed something, I needed anything to anchor me back to reality, to help convince me that I was real, that I was a pony, and I just wasn't some kind of.-… “MMFpd mfmfs heeeck, tight, dick sock…” Drew mumbled out as his tension peaked, cock slammed right into me, ramming me back against the wall. His mast expensing in droves, swelling from the base and up the mast, the bulge warped my lips, I could feel his cum plowing through his cock and splattering out into my gut, coating the cement of dung in his helping of stallion yogurt -Chglgpsh- Gllgpsghh-. His cock thrummed in my maw, shaking my throat as I swallowed every cent of his orgasm… At least I couldn't taste most of it… Drew pulled out, withdrawing his dick slowly, the salty meat scrubbing the spunk marinated through me as it moved. My maw was a cave of white drooping stalactites and cum puddles as his flare made its way out past my lips, stamping me in the curdling stench of my brother's raw lust for my girlfriend… “Phoooahaa. Hokay… I am, never, using my hooves again, long as I got you around… Wow, who knew you could amount to anything, huh? Must be nice~,” Drew mused, regaining some energy showcased through his grind as he plapped his cock down over my head. “Feels a bit weird to get my dick sucked by a toilet, like, stuffing my meat down the drain just sounds so filthy, but maaaan you give toilets a good name. Maybe you were just meant to be a cum drain, ey bro?” A knock tethered the door opened. “You boys okay in there?” “I'm fine, mom.” “Glad to see you up~. But remember to put him back when you are done with him, moms have to use the bathroom too. “I know, mom, you don't have to be so gross about it,” My brother says as he casually clobbers me with his spent, limp cock. “Just making sure~. Oh and Reign, make sure to give Drew your all, he has been talking about you so much. Really missed his big brother, it warms my heart to see you playing together~.” -Bbglglphghgh- I could hear her bowels revolting from all the way across the room. “Oh and… do plug him in soon, would you, sweetie bun?” “In a sec, mom.” “Closing in on an emergency here, dear.” “Got it, is the first time, geeze…” “Alright, see you later, and, see you soon, Reign~.” Violet left, leaving her son to leak cum like a faulty strip-club faucet. “She's so annoying, right?” Drew mumbled, then smiled. “But I love her, of course. And it was real nice of her to lend out all this bondage gear, fits you like a charm.” “…Wis iishg moohms?” I ask with my mouth still a slobber of spunk. “Apparently. Who knew she was such a lil freak, huh?” Wow… this was, an actual conversation. I can see the brother I cared for somewhere in there still. “But, guess it runs in the family, if we got you to judge by.” Drew wet his lips and chuckled. “We got time for one more before I'll have to stuff you back down the bowl. Open wide…” he said, agitating his dick to stiffen. “Let's see if I can breach your stomach this time…” The worst thing… is that I still see my bother in this, my family. This was really them. It wasn't a dream, or a hallucination… They were another link in the chain, that anchored me to this new fate in life. Tears cut through the cum. I doubt Drew ever noticed.
