Chapter 1 - Rarity's New Toilet Pony
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Chapter 1 - Rarity's New Toilet Pony
“GLURK…. GLURK…. GULP…” Wet sounds of gulping and chewing emanated from the Carousel Boutique’s private bathroom, the empty store only minutes from opening its doors. The owner, Rarity, a beautiful unicorn with snow-white fur and a flowing purple mane, smiled with a dignified but pleasured little grin. She had all four hooves on the ground, her tail held high in the air, as her asshole deposited what felt like gallons of shit into her poor toilet slave.
And, of course, Frazzle gulped it all down.
Just about a week ago, Frazzle, an earth pony with dull-violet skin and unkempt ginger hair, had come to Rarity’s store for a consultation, likely to get a custom dress, though the unicorn had mostly forgotten about those details. After seeing how unsightly the nerdy pony was, the dressmaker had disregarded any thoughts that may have characterized her as anything except a useless loser.
After a fun evening of torture and toilet training, she was proud to say she’d managed to make something out of that very same loser - specifically, she’d made them into a toilet, or a chamber pot, as she preferred to call it. In fact, that’s the new name she’d given to the nerd pony - it was far more fitting, both with the new direction her life was taking, and with her deplorable complexion. The dressmaker had also forgotten her toilet’s actual name, but a toilet didn’t need such a thing anyways.
The chamber pot happily gulped down Rarity’s surprisingly large load, the pony’s beautiful, perfect asshole sitting squarely on her face, blocking her vision entirely. Her logs of slimy, filthy shit slid right into her mouth; the toilet had learned to ignore her gag reflex, as Rarity always pushed her waste out far too fast for poor Frazzle to actually chew it up. She had to swallow logs whole, sending them careening right down her throat, filling up her stomach with the dressmaker’s entire load.
Rarity had considered tying the toilet up so she wouldn’t try to leave, but surprisingly enough, Frazzle had been very loyal and willing. She’d even begun to really enjoy her work; she had nothing but praise for her wonderful, loving master, and the wonderful, loving ass that put her to work every day. She was just so happy to be able to be her little toilet slave, taking the chance to help out very seriously. It’s not like she was good for anything else, anyways.
“Ah, that feels amazing~” Rarity moaned in relief. She’d made an effort to eat more healthily recently, mostly in the form of bigger, more hearty meals; she’d done so almost purely just because she loved to use her new toilet so much. Though, even when she didn’t have any shit to let out… she always had something else.
Once the chamber pot swallowed the last big log, Rarity let out a loud, hot, repulsive fart while sitting on her toilet, right into her face. Frazzle gasped in surprise, causing her to immediately inhale the gas, the abhorrent smell seeping into her sinuses, the taste of shit on her tongue intensifying as her mouth was filled with the toxin. Her eyes teared up, burning at the sensation of that hot excreted air, pins and needles all over her skin; her complexion was already terrible before she’d become a toilet slave, but Rarity’s use of gas and shit had made it so much worse. It was no surprise - she rarely got any real food; just enough to keep her alive.
She struggled to hold back from coughing the fart back up; Rarity was always quick to pull out the whip if she felt her toilet slave wasn’t properly receiving her farts. The bright-red scars on her breasts, her stomach, her ass, even her pussy, were all proof of how quick the elegant pony was to use punishment when it was well justified. The toilet was, thankfully, able to hold back, just breathing in, nice and deep, focusing on making full breaths, able to get in some fresh air fast enough to keep her body from freaking out in response to the toxic gas entering her system. But, the moment Rarity let out yet another fart, a much wetter one, with bits of liquidy shit dotting the toilet’s face, she coughed immediately, sputtering out all the horrible poison she was ingesting, unable to control herself.
“Oh, you poor toilet~” Rarity’s horn shimmered with a bright blue light, the short, black, leather whip engulfed in a similar aura as it flew into the air. The magic user got up and faced her toilet. “Stand up, and put your nose to my tail hole. Maybe a little spanking will help you remember what a toilet is supposed to do when their master decides to fart on them~ And while you’re getting whipped, I’ll give you a chance to have a do-over. I’ll fart in your face three times; if you manage to sniff them all up without coughing or gagging, I’ll end your punishment. However, any coughing or gagging will have me starting over. Understood?”
Frazzle gulped; she stood as asked, putting her nose up to Rarity’s hole. The purple tail raised into the air once again to allow her entry; the pony’s asscrack was slick with shit. She felt the dampness of the dirty fur on her nose as she slid it between her cheeks. “Y-yes, R-rarity.”
“Good toilet.” She leaned forward, sticking her ass into the air, and pushed out another face full of gas, at the same time, cracking her whip with all the might her magic allowed. The tip dug into the toilet pony’s ass cheeks and left a purplish mark, the sound being like a large stick shattering. Frazzle let out a quiet cry of pain, causing her to inhale the gas far too fast, making her cough it all back up immediately. “Hmm… sounds like we’re going to be here for a while~ I may have to delay opening the shop~ Let’s try again~”
However, as Rarity went for another strike, she heard the jingle of a bell, along with the creak of a door. Someone had entered the boutique. She sighed in annoyance, placing the whip down on the real toilet - a porcelain one, fashioned like a modern toilet. It was a design she’d made up herself; all she needed to do was shit or piss into the bowl, and with the pull of a chain, it would all be flushed into the pipes and deposited into a tank below the boutique. It was almost a shame that she now had no use for it - Frazzle was much more fun to use.
“Quickly, toilet, lick my ass clean - it would be unbelievably rude to allow a customer to see such a horrid sight.”
“U-understood, Rharity-”
CRACK! Another whip mark on the toilet’s bum. “Hurry it up! I don’t have time for you to speak!”
Tears poked at Frazzle’s eyes as she licked Rarity clean. Her pussy leaked with femcum, dripping onto the floor; her master hadn’t allowed her to jill off in quite some time, even though the abuse and toilet treatment made her unbelievably horny. Perhaps one day she’d earn the honor of pleasuring herself, though she had a feeling Rarity wasn’t even considering such a thing, and she was a bit too scared to ask for permission.
CRACK!! “Faster!” The toilet complied, cleaning the asshole within another ten seconds, her tongue turned a dark shade of brown by the end. The dressmaker grabbed the toilet pony’s tail in her hoof and wiped between her crack, drying the saliva off. “That’s more like it. Now, be quiet while I tend to this customer - we’ll continue your punishment later.”
“O-ok, Rari-” Her sentence was cut off by the dressmaker slamming the bathroom door shut, walking out to meet her guest.
“So sorry for the wait! Welcome to the Carousel Boutique - we haven’t quite opened yet, but since you’re already here, I’m happy to help you. What were you interested in to-” Her train of thought went entirely off the rails the moment she finally turned her head to her customer. “O-oh my goodness, are you Mrs. Rock!?”
An almost radiant light seemed to pulse from the elegant pony standing right before Rarity’s eyes. Her name was one known by fashion-interested ponies and geologists around the world; Ivory Rock, both a model and a geology expert, well-known for researching jewels and modeling outfits using the very same ore she was so interested in. Her mane was a beautiful pastel-purple, her stunning minty eyes tipped with well-groomed and trimmed black lashes, her skin free of all imperfection and blemishes, her gorgeous cotton candy hair draping her neck like a warm blanket and each strand of her well-combed tail falling perfectly over her gorgeous bottom. Even her stride was amazing, full of confidence and style, each step simultaneously purposeful and delicate. Her cutie mark was a collection of pastel-colored gems, all arranged in a neat circle around a golden star.
Rarity’s heart beat out of her chest; she smiled gleefully, almost jumping up and down in excitement like she was possessed by Pinkie Pie. She held back, trying to calm down; it would be unladylike to get so ecstatic over the presence of another pony, even one as famous as Ivory Rock herself.
“Ahem! What brings you to my establishment, M-Mrs. Rock?” She stuttered slightly, a few beads of nervous sweat on her brow.
Ivory chuckled; she was used to being recognized, of course - a celebrity knew when a fan was trying to act cool. “Hello there, Rarity. I’ve been wanting to visit your shop for quite some time to perhaps discuss a dress idea, something that would incorporate some of my research into the local gemstones, but I’m afraid that isn’t quite the reason for my visit today.” She held up a hoof - in it, she held a piece of paper with a crudely-drawn picture of Frazzle on it, mostly identifiable via the nerdy three-paper cutie mark and the bulky red glasses. “Have you seen this pony? She’s my daughter. I’ve just come back from a long trip in Canterlot, but I couldn’t seem to find her anywhere, and it’s already been a whole day - someone told me they saw her walking into this shop, apparently in just her panties?”
Rarity's eyes widened; a blush ran across her face. Perhaps if she’d ever bothered to learn that Frazzle’s last name was Rock, she’d have made this connection before employing the nerdy pony as her toilet slave, however, it was a bit late for that now. How exactly was she supposed to explain to Ivory Rock that her daughter had willingly signed herself over to be a permanent toilet slave for the rest of her life? Cold sweat dripped down her face. “U-um… w-well…” She nervously backed away.
Ivory tilted her head in confusion and concern. “Miss Rarity, please, I would appreciate an explanation.” She stepped forward; her confident aura made her seem a dozen feet taller than the dressmaker, even though they stood eye to eye. “Have you, or have you not seen my daughter?”
Rarity gulped; there was no good way to explain this except the truth. “W-well, she’s here… though, I’m not sure if you’ll like what you’re about to see.” Her horn glimmered, as did the doorknob leading to her private bathroom. “You see… well, your daughter came by my shop while you were away, and… well, I decided to… ‘employ’ her, in a sense.”
“Employ her? Oh, well, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy to see my daughter getting a taste for the fashion world. Let’s see her!”
“Um… well, she is getting a taste for it, that’s for sure.” Rarity bit her lip and swung the bathroom door open, to reveal Frazzle, still sitting inside the bathroom, idly tapping her hoof on the ground as she waited to be used again, a crimson blush on her face, fantasies of toilet play swimming in her head. Her lips still contained traces of her earlier meal.
She turned to the doorway as she heard the creak… and was met by the sight of her mother. “M-mom?” She responded, smiling happily, quickly running over to the door as if to go hug her mother, only to stop right at the edge. “O-oh, right, Rarity doesn’t want me leaving the bathroom.”
“Oh, Frazzle!” Ivory quickly dashed over and embraced her daughter, the two spending a tender moment in each other’s arms. “It’s so good to finally see you - I was starting to get worried! Goodness, what is this smell? You desperately need a bath, young lady.” She turned to Rarity. “What kind of work is she doing in the bathroom?”
Rarity struggled to answer; thankfully, the toilet slave was ready to respond. “U-um, mom?”
“Yes, sweetheart? What is it?”
“Well… it’s a bit of a long story, but, um, I decided to become Rarity’s toilet slave.”
Ivory’s eyes and mouth both widened in shock. “Honey, did I hear that correctly? You became Miss Rarity’s t-toilet slave!?”
She bashfully nodded her head, far more embarrassed than she was ashamed. “I can explain everything that led up to this, but really, you have to trust me - I like doing this a lot! I feel like it’s my true calling, what I’ve always been meant to do. It’s something I’m truly really good at… and I enjoy it even more than I enjoy studying, h-honestly.” She rubbed the back of her head. “I really want to keep doing this… forever, mom. I think I just make for a really good toilet pony.”
Mrs. Rock sighed; it was difficult to understand such a sentiment. The very idea of being someone’s toilet slave was so foreign and repulsive to her… but she’d always committed herself to ecouraging her daughter to pursue whatever she loved the most, and she had faith that a pony capable of running such a fine establishment could probably take care of her daughter. “Hmm… I’m a bit hesitant to just let you do this, honey. Are you sure it’s really what you want? You really want to do this for the rest of your life?”
“I do, mom!!” She responded, nodding her head, desperation glimmering in her eyes. “I promise, I really do! It’s always so much fun, I’ve never felt so good in my whole life, and Rarity takes really good care of me!”
Ivory bit her lip; it was such an outlandish situation! And yet, she was far more willing to accept it than most ponies would’ve been. Her mind was far more open than most… and honestly, her kinks were similarly extreme. It was clear where Frazzle got her submissive, toilet-slave nature from - the whole scene brought the model back to the days of her early adulthood, having a photoshoot and then immediately hooking up with the other mares in the dingy public bathrooms, learning to swallow shit without using her teeth to maintain her health. She was almost jealous of her daughter. “Alright, if it’s what you really want… then you can stay. But I have one requirement.” She turned to Rarity, a smile on her face. “Let me see how you use her. I want to watch~”
“Oh, my!” Rarity responded, grinning, full of happiness. She hadn’t expected such an accepting response! “Of course, Mrs. Rock - I’l happily demonstrate! It’s a good thing I still have a good bit left in the tank from breakfast this morning. Into position, chamber pot~”
Almost on instinct, Frazzle drew back, sat down, tilted her head up, and opened her mouth, wide as she could. Rarity backed her ass up, holding it over the top of Frazzle’s opened maw, her asshole puckered and pink, tail lifted high into the air; she sprayed a load of repugnant gas out, completely on accident, a blush on her face. “O-oh, I’m sorry about that, Mrs. Rock - just, um, part of the package, I suppose! You may want to cover your nose.”
Ivory just laughed; she felt like she was being transported back to her days of kinkiness! “Oh, don’t worry about that~!” She did find herself letting out a little cough at the smell. “Go on with the show - I want to make sure my precious little Frazzle has a good master~”
Rarity nodded. “You won’t be disappointed!” She sat her ass a little further back, pressing her cheeks down onto the toilet’s face, obscuring her vision; the familiar, wet sounds of shit moving through her rectum filled Frazzle’s ear. She braced herself, opening a bit more, sticking her tongue out right in front of Rarity’s ass. Soon enough, a long, light-brown, greasy log peeked its way out; the dressmaker grunted as she pushed, struggling with this load, constipation hitting her hard. It stretched her pink asshole out far more than the asshole should’ve been spread, a truly gigantic log, so slick and textured. Finally, it touched down on the toilet’s tongue, and slowly slid, further and further, picking up speed like a sled on a steep hill, until eventually, it separated from Rarity’s ass.
The dressmaker sighed in relief, feeling so much better now that she’d removed that monstrous log from her system. The toilet tilted her tongue up, letting the log slide a bit further in; it was halfway inside her mouth, being about a foot long, far too big to fit all at once. She brought her teeth down, intending to chew… but a look towards her mother reminded her that she was being judged. She needed to prove that she could be a good toilet. She closed her eyes and flung the log of shit into her throat, swallowing the whole thing with just three gulps, no chewing at all required. She shivered in both horniness and instinctual disgust, the horribly bitter and slimy taste being revolting… but she loved it so much. She’d learned to put up with that taste - it was all part of being a toilet.
“Wow~” Ivory chuckled devilishly. “I’m impressed~ I never had any idea you’d make for such a good toilet, Frazzle~”
“Oh, her name is chamber pot now, Mrs. Rock~” Rarity let out a stream of softer shit, coming out a bit faster, just a little something to hold her toilet over as she spoke. She happily swallowed it all. “It’s much more fitting, don’t you think~? After all, she won’t be doing much else besides eating all my shit and drinking my piss - it’s her true calling~ No point in treating her like a real point anymore, when all she really is is just a toilet~”
“Oh, marvelous~!” Ivory laughed once again. “Well, Rarity, I do think I can trust you to take care of my little toilet - make sure she eats well, ok~? And if she ever decides to quit, she’s free to come back any time she likes… though, well, I think we all know that won’t be happening~ Just look how happy she is~”
Frazzle’s tail swung back and forth over the white tile floor; she was in a state of bliss. She couldn’t agree more - there was no chance she’d ever want to stop being Rarity’s toilet. “I agree~” Rarity responded with a giggle. “Of course, you’re free to come visit any time you like - I have no problem letting you watch me use her~ Or letting you watch any other customers doing so, naturally~”
“Oh, you do spend your time with quite a colorful group of friends, don’t you~? I’m sure they’d all love to give my little toilet girl a ride~ It’s always healthy to eat lots of different food groups, after all~” She licked her lips, looking to her daughter one last time, considering saying something to her… but, well, there wasn’t really any point in talking to a toilet. “Well, I’m going to be heading back home, then~ I’ll stop by in a little bit to bring you some documents and lots of the chamber pot’s possessions. They’re yours now - you can do with them as you see fit!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Rock! Take your time - if you’d like, we could work out the details of transferring her ownership to me this afternoon, if you’re willing to take that extra step.”
“Oh, of course! Though it seems you already claimed her~” She pointed to the pony’s ass; among the many whip marks were char-black words, left by a branding iron, spelling in a neat cursive font, ‘Property of Rarity.’ “The paperwork isn’t too important; I think I have a better idea. I’ll be back later~”
“Oh, alright then! Be safe!” Mrs. Rocks waved to Rarity before walking out of the boutique. “Hmm…” Rarity pondered. “I wonder what she has in mind. Either way, it’s all the same~” The whip floated into the air as Rarity stood up, assuming the position from her earlier punishment. “I think it’s about time we returned to your punishment, don’t you agree~? Get your snout back in my ass~ I’m changing it to five farts in a row~”
“Yes, Rarity!!” She sprung up and pranced into place, her tail wagging like an excited puppy, full of renewed vigor for her position as the pony’s toilet.
“Oh, one thing, actually - before we continue~” The whip clanked back onto the porcelain toilet. “I’m impressed by your loyalty, chamber pot - I’ll allow you an award~” She turned and faced Frazzle with a warm smile. “What would you like? I’ll be generous - you won’t have many chances like this, so think carefully~”
The nerdy pony gasped; this was her chance! Not only could she masturbate, but she might even be able to get Rarity to finger-hoof her… or even something more intimate! She blushed, hot-red, legs shaking as she thought of the possibilities! So many good ideas; she could finally feel some real pleasure, finally get relief!
…But another idea soon floated into her head. This was a reward for her loyalty, for her commitment… she wanted to demonstrate it even further. She wanted to fully be Rarity’s, forever and ever. A single moment of pleasure wouldn’t last; she needed something permanent. Another mark of her servitude, of her toilet slavery. She gulped, remembering the pain of her branding… but still, she made her decision. “C-could you… um, brand me on my other cheek?”
Rarity laughed, a boisterous, mocking laugh. “Oh, my, are you really so far gone that you’d request such a thing as a reward~?” She walked out of the bathroom. “Well, I’m happy to make it happen, disgusting pervert~ Come on, you can exit the restroom, but this is the last time you’ll ever be stepping hoof outside that space for the rest of your life~”
The pony hung her head and followed behind her master, biting her lip; she didn’t regret her decision, but she had to wonder if giving up her own pleasure was really the right call. However, seeing Rarity’s radiant smile as she heated up the branding iron in the hot summer sun convinced her that she’d made the right decision. This was for the best. She turned around and held her ass into the air, closing her eyes and bracing herself.
“Here it comes~” The molten-hot metal seared into her ass cheek. She held a hoof in front of her mouth and let out a quiet, muffled scream of pain as fire soared through her veins, her cheek glowing a hot red as the elegant pony pushed the iron further and further into the skin, making sure the mark would be entirely permanent. Soon enough, she pulled it back, revealing the words “Property of Rarity” now charred in on both ass cheeks - perfectly symmetrical. “Done~”
Frazzle lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she smiled, still in immense pain. “Oh, thank you, R-rarity! I’m so happy I get to be your toilet slave!!”
CRACK! The master whipped the chamber pot in the ass, right on the new branding mark. Frazzle jumped into the air and screeched. “I think you need to learn not to speak unless given express permission~ Back to your bathroom, toilet slave - now that your reward is finished, it’s time for your punishment~” Rarity smiled as the two made their way back. “Keep up your loyalty… and perhaps you’ll have another chance to receive a reward like this one. I might even let you choose something more directly pleasant. Alright, snout in my ass~”
And so, the day went on, the chamber pot inhaling many, many more farts, and being left with plenty of marks of her servitude by that whip. Her ass bled, but her smile remained firm. She loved this, with all her heart and soul, and she never wanted to go back. She’d become the best toilet she possibly could.
And, as she inhaled a particularly nasty fart, something suddenly changed. Her cutie mark, the three papers, began to glow, engulfed in a white light; the shape began to waver and change, the form shifting and blurring… and suddenly being replaced by an entirely new shape. The white light faded away to reveal an entirely new cutie mark, in the shape of a porcelain toilet, just like Rarity’s design, a far more fitting mark for a chamber pot. Neither of them noticed it yet, but her fate was set in stone - this was truly Frazzle’s calling.
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“Alright, toilet slave, I have good news~” Rarity opened the bathroom door, walking in with a collection of documents and papers floating magically in the air. Frazzle stood up to take a look - she’d been reading an old textbook her mother had graciously brought by for her to pass the time when she wasn’t performing toilet service. Any amount of entertainment would be a rare reward for good toilet behavior, though, of course, she understood having something like a textbook open in front of her when Rarity needed to use the bathroom could lead to the pages being converted into toilet paper at a moment’s notice. “Your mother and I have gone through all the important paperwork…” She displayed a few documents, full of signatures and checks. “And it’s official - you belong to me now!”
She smiled gleefully, setting those documents aside, though still holding a few other papers in the air. Frazzle grinned as well; her tail wagged. It was official - she really belonged to Rarity, for real!! It was such an amazing feeling. “That said…” Rarity spoke, showing some other papers to the toilet pony. She recognized them all - her birth certificate, social security card, her passport, her ID plenty of important legal documents all proving her existence as a pony and citizen of Equestria, along with a few certificates and awards she’d earned in school - she’d always been quite proud of them. Suddenly, Rarity’s ass was hovering over her face; instinctually, she opened her mouth, and of course, the fashion pony immediately began to shit inside of her, with all the casualness of a pony sipping a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.
“See, these documents, they seem to all be acknowledging you as though you’re a pony, rather than just a toilet~ Your identity on these is all just so out of date - I simply can’t stand for such an injustice, and I doubt you can either~” She shat out a few nice, hefty logs; Frazzle gulped them down without even thinking about it. “So, I figured we would dispose of these~” She stood up, her ass dirty as could be, her beautiful white fur covered in slimy shit. She held the birth certificate to her crack; a single wipe, and it would be ruined. “What do you think, toilet slave~? Are you ready to give up all your rights as a citizen of Equestria and truly become nothing but a toilet, an object to serve my needs~?”
The toilet didn’t even consider the question for a moment. “Of course, Rarity - I’ll always be your toilet! I’m no good for anything else, and I’m never going to stop serving you - you might as well get rid of all of it! E-even the rewards!” Her pussy dripped; her heart beat excitedly. All those years of achievements and growth… she felt no sadness to see it go at all, only horny excitement.
“Good toilet~ I knew you’d say that~” Rarity pushed the birth certificate into her ass and wiped, streaking it with light-brown shit, slimy as could be, completely blocking out Frazzle’s name and so much other important info. The seat on the porcelain toilet magically lifted up, revealing the toilet bowl, full of water; she dropped the used birth certificate into it, and continued to wipe, wipe, wipe. Social security card, passport, ID, Ponyville Spelling Bee 1st place certificate, Local Geology Trivia Competition 1st place blue ribbon, Honor’s Roll certificate… each one, covered in disgusting, sloppy shit, reduced to nothing but toilet paper, treated as though it was as worthless as anything else coming from Rarity’s ass. She piled it all up in the toilet, a mound of meaningful papers and ribbons, and she grabbed a chain, hanging from the toilet’s tank. “Last chance, darling - once I pull this chain, your identity is going down the toilet~ Are you sure you’ll be mine forever~?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Y-yes, Rarity!! Please, please flush it!!”
“Good girl~ Then say goodbye to your ponyhood~” FLRSHHHHH! Rarity pulled the chain, and the two of them watched as water swirled into the bowl, sending the hill of docs swirling, round and around, slowly being pulled into the drain, bit by bit, the mound lowering and lowering… until the last little blue ribbon was slurped up, the toilet bowl entirely empty. “All gone~ Now, you’re officially my toilet, forever and ever~”
Frazzle smiled happily as Rarity pet her on the head. “Thank you, Rarity! I love serving you so much!”
“Aww~ You’re welcome, my cute little chamber pot~” She held her ass up to the toilet’s face. “Now, let’s make sure I”m fully clean - give it some licks, would you~? And be careful - I can feel a fart coming~”
And such was the relationship of Rarity and her toilet slave, a relationship that would last for years and years, the dressmaker always knowing she’d be able to come home to a hungry toilet slave, even when other things were uncertain. Friendship may have been magic… but toilet slavery was a whole different kind of bond. Something incredibly special.
