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	It had been weeks since Frazzle had become Rarity’s toilet slave.

	She could still vividly remember when she’d lost all rights as a pony, giving all ownership of herself over to the dress maker. At one point, she may have been a living person under the law, but now, she was an object, no better than any other object in this world. And like any other object, she was owned by a real pony - that being Rarity, of course. 

	That was terrible enough already, but the object Frazzle was now identified as was a toilet. Her purpose was to sit in the bathroom 24/7 and wait for anypony to come and make use of her, just like they would with any other toilet. She drank piss, swallowed shit, and licked the ass of whoever needed it, and she did it with cheerful glee, enjoying every gulp and swallow of waste. Her body had adapted to it quite quickly - she’d begun to truly love the terrible taste, the slimy texture, the disgusting scent. The only excitement in her life came from a pony coming to make use of her. 

	She wasn’t just sitting there when nobody was making use of her, though - Rarity was a generous pony, after all. Occasionally, she’d leave her living chamber pot with a book to read to stave off boredom, perhaps once every few days, though it never took long for her to finish it. She’d learned quite quickly to adore these little gifts, the one thing she herself actually owned, despite being a toilet. Or, at least, she had done so, until Rarity started using the pages as toilet paper and flushing them down the porcelain throne to Frazzle’s left. She wasn’t complaining, though - seeing Rarity wipe her ass with anything at all was a magnificent sight, especially when it wasn’t just simple toilet paper.

	Frazzle’s ears perked up; she heard the sound of familiar hoof steps nearing the bathroom. She slid her newest book - a copy of a dirty, smutty romance from the author “Moonscribe,” with a few femcum stains on some of the saucier pages - behind her, and prepared to fulfil her duty. 

	Rarity pushed the door open. The white pony was dripping with water; it seemed she’d just gotten out of the shower, and she had urgency in her eyes. “Frazzle, get into position before apply a new branding directly to your private parts!”

	Quickly, Frazzle opened her mouth as wide as she could and leaned back slightly. It was only seconds later that she got to watch a close-up view of Rarity’s wet ass, still as beautiful and sexy as could be, being forced into her face. She nuzzled her muzzle inside the cheeks, getting a whiff of something horrible beneath them; she winced from the smell. She loved it, sure, but honestly, there was just no getting used to it. It was like a slap to the face every time. 

	And of course, it was only going to get worse. Rarity leaned forward, pushing her ass further onto Frazzle’s head, and let out a monstrous, unladylike fart right in her face. It made a loud, low-pitched sound, like a broken tuba; her cheeks quaked against the toilet pony’s face. Frazzle hardly held back from vomiting - the smell was strong and pungent. Nobody would’ve guessed it from Rarity’s personality and focus on etiquette, but her gas was on another level of disgusting - her diet seemed to produce the worst waste it possibly could. Frazzle shut her eyes tight as they were stung by the wave of ozone. 

	“Sniff it up!” Rarity demanded. Frazzle didn’t hesitate, opening her nostrils and taking a big, loud whiff, inhaling the fart as much as she could and hardly resisting from coughing it all back up. She could feel it pricking her throat, drying out her flesh, making her lungs burn. “That’s a good toilet pony. I know making you sniff them up won’t get rid of the smell, but you really should be appreciating every part of my waste you can get, solid, liquid, or gas. I want you to be enjoying every single bit of it~”

	“Y-yes, queen Rarity,” Frazzle responded, fighting back tears. Her eyes felt like they were on fire. “I love the smell of your farts so much!” And she meant that. Even if it hurt, she just loved to be treated this way, to serve as a fart cushion and toilet, doing the best she possibly could. It was her calling - she didn’t deserve anything more than this. 

	“You’d better~” Her belly gurgled; she bent a little further down. “Ergh… I think I can feel the solid stuff coming. Hope you’re ready back there~”

	“I’m ready, queen Rarity!” The new, royal title had been a recent addition to Frazzle’s toilet slavery. Rarity planned to change it out every once in a while to keep it from getting dull. Every time the toilet pony failed to call her the proper name, her punishment was to shit in the porcelain toilet, stick her head in, and give herself swirlies till Rarity told her she could stop. The dressmaker had left her to do that for over an hour once; she said she’d forgotten, but Frazzle doubted that. 

	“Here it comes~” The elegant pony let out only the tiniest, quietest grunts and groans as she pushed her shit forward. It took no time for the flood to exit her ass - she’d been holding this in for the whole morning, after all, and it had really been begging to come out of her when she was in the shower. Due to her present wetness, it came out as a far more sloppy mess than usual. Instead of anything truly solid, Frazzle found her open-maw being graced with a slurry of goopy, soft shit, with the consistency of slush. She quickly filled her maw, and forced her throat open, swallowing a mouthful. It was no easy thing to swallow shit - she still shivered every single time, and it still always felt wrong. However, she didn’t hesitate anymore, and she could swallow it all with ease. She patiently swallowed mouthful after mouthful, feeling her body getting hot as she listened to Rarity’s satisfied sighing. 

	“Mmm…” The dressmaker moaned as the final chunk finally broke off from her rump. She felt much more empty now, and the sounds of gulping behind her made her wet in the crotch. She bit her lip. “Lick it~”

	Without a word, Frazzle went to work. She licked the pony’s dirty tail hole, running her tongue across both cheeks, picking up a ton of shit with every single lick - it was a particularly messy one today. Eventually, she reached the real hole, and she went to work. She licked the puckered outside, gentle but quick, and then carefully poked her tongue inside. She slid it across the pony’s rectum and purposefully swallowing whatever last little bits of shit had failed to make their way out.

	She could feel Rarity shaking in delight from the entrance; this was the best part for both of them. She loved to pleasure her master, and Rarity loved to be so pleasured. “Alright, enough~” Rarity called, suddenly striking Frazzle’s rear with a whip she always kept hanging in the bathroom. The toilet mare quickly pulled her head away, the bright-red mark on her ass stinging immensely. “I’ll do the rest by hoof. Let’s see how much you missed.” 

	She pulled a few pieces of toilet paper off the roll by the porcelain throne. It was rare for her to actually use real toilet paper with Frazzle around - even on the exceptionally rare occurrence that she felt a need to use the porcelain toilet instead of the living one, she still made Frazzle lick her clean. It was much faster, and much more effective. This time, though, her wet fur and messy shit had produced too much of a mess. She pulled the toilet paper out to reveal it covered in sloppy shit. “Tsk, tsk. I expect better from you, toilet slave. You’ll need to be punished for missing so much shit~”

	Frazzle hung her head. She knew Rarity had done this on purpose - she’d pulled out far too fast for Frazzle to finish, and they both knew that - but still, she felt a bit bad for failing to be the best toilet she could be. She was ready to accept her punishment.

	“Open your mouth.” Frazzle lifted her head and parted her lips, a rush of possibilities for what was coming next filling her. The white pony placed the used toilet paper right inside her maw, the soft fabric with no taste feeling particularly uncomfortable on her tongue, and the shit streaked across it being just as disgusting as usual. She looked to Rarity with confusion. “You’re a toilet, aren’t you? When you wipe your ass, you use toilet paper, and you flush that toilet paper down the toilet. Since I feel the need to use toilet paper today, then I’ll be flushing it down my toilet - in other words, you’ll be swallowing every bit~”

	Frazzle nervously pushed the piece of used toilet paper toward her throat; she felt her body rejecting it. This was going to be far worse than swallow shit, she just knew it. Right as she worked up the courage to swallow, she heard, “Wait.” With a hope of mercy, she ceased the progress. “No swallowing until I ‘flush’ you~ I’ll do it by giving you a quick whip on the privates~” Frazzle felt disappointment and dread in her gut; this was going to be so horrible. However, her worries were soon replaced by a realization - this meant that she’d get to be even closer to being a toilet than ever before! Her ears perked up, and she happily accepted every piece of toilet paper shoved inside her maw.

	As she wiped, Rarity spoke. “Well, toilet, I know I’ve been using you exclusively for a while now, but I think that’s going to change. Applejack and Fluttershy are coming over for tea time today, and I told them to hold their bladders and guts till they got here - I figured it’s about time you have some training with other ponies for a change~” She chuckled. “I doubt either of them will be easy to handle. Applejack has to drink and eat quite a lot to work so long on the farm, and I’ve smelled the Sweet Apple Acres latrines. Not to mention how sweaty her flank is going to be - you better hope she doesn’t have any need to fart~”

	She shoved the last piece of browned paper into Frazzle’s mouth. “Good enough. Flush.” She cracked the whip across Frazzle’s slit, precisely hitting the flesh, making the toilet pony jump in surprise and pain. She quickly swallowed, gulping over and over to get it all down, tears in her eyes from the pain. She didn’t quite have the willpower to get it down; every gulp was so heavy and hard. She was on the verge of her gag reflex activating, until Rarity shoved her pussy in Frazzle’s face and began to piss into it, her hot stream of steaming piss wetting the paper and mercifully forcing it down. Frazzle happily gulped the extremely bitter lemonade.

	“And Fluttershy… well, she may seem sweet and innocent at first glance, but I’ve seen how she gets at the mention of dirtier things. I don’t know how into it Applejack is, but I’m absolutely certain that Fluttershy finds deep pleasure in these things. I doubt she’s ever had the courage to do it with anyone - you should be worried, she’d probably kept her secret kink in for a very long time~ Who knows what it’ll look like when she finally lets it all out~?”

	Frazzle shivered at the thought of two new ponies coming to try her out, both in lustful excitement and nervous fear. She had no idea what to expect. She loved to be Rarity’s toilet, of course, but she’d grown specifically attached to the violet-maned unicorn - she had no idea how she’d handle an entirely new pony. But still, if she wanted to be a real toilet, she needed to be ready to be used by anypony, no matter what.

	She swallowed the last of the piss and moved her tongue out to clean the wet pussy, but right before she could begin, Rarity pulled away. “Now, now, you know you have to earn the privilege of entering my slit~”

	Frazzle looked down, a tad embarrassed. “Sorry, queen Rarity.”

	“It’s alright~” She looked at her toilet slave with a warm but demeaning smile, like a rich pony looking down on a poor peasant. Her face had sprinkles of shit splattered all over it; disgusting, Rarity thought to herself, but it hardly made Frazzle look any more ugly than she already was. 

	“Oh!” Rarity looked to the glasses on Frazzle’s eyes, having a bulky red brim. They were the most unfashionable accessory the dressmaker had ever seen… and now, they’d been dappled with liquid shit, making them look much worse. “It seems like your glasses got a bit dirty. Let me take care of that.”

	Frazzle was thankful that Rarity was willing to do such a thing. The world became much blurrier once they were pulled off her face, but she could still make everything out… including the sight of Rarity promptly dropping the glasses into the toilet water of her porcelain throne, and promptly sitting her ass down on it to let out a few more pieces of sloppy shit, spreading her legs so Frazzle can just barely peak inside. She watched her glasses getting covered, definitely stained beyond simple cleaning, and panicked as Rarity’s horn glowed, her light-blue magic aura surrounding the toilet’s chain.

	“W-wait, Rarity, I-” FLRSHHHH! She watched in dismay as the glasses that she’d worn for years and years were swirled around in a load of Rarity’s shit and promptly pulled down the drain, treated as though they were little more than waste.

	“Something wrong, toilet slave?” Rarity questioned, magically pulling toilet paper to her ass and wiping herself clean. 

	“Oh, um…” Frazzle hesitated. “It’s just that… I-I don’t think I can read the books you give me without my glasses.” 

	“Oh!” Rarity chuckled, a tad embarrassed for her foolish mistake. “Well, that isn’t a big deal - I’ll ask Twilight for a pair of old reading glasses. I’m sure they’ll be good enough for a toilet pony.”

	Frazzle nodded. They were going to be difficult to adjust to, but then again, she was a toilet - the gift of perfect sight wasn’t really something toilets were generally given. She was thankful to be granted even just a pair of old reading glasses. “For now, though, you’ll have to deal with your sight as it is,” Rarity said. “Applejack and Fluttershy will be here any moment, and I don’t want to make them late! You should prepare yourself, darling~” She smiled sinisterly. “I’m planning to sneak some laxatives into the tea~ And make yourself presentable - wash off in the toilet. There’s going to be a lot of whipping tonight if you aren’t looking good enough for guests.”

	Frazzle gulped. She was still unsure how to feel; the anticipation was really getting to her. She watched Rarity’s ass shake from side to side as she left and closed the door behind her. Quickly, she dunked her head into the toilet and gave herself a swirlie, hoping to get all the shit off her face. She didn’t even hesitate to perform such a demeaning act anymore - she deserved to have to use a toilet to was up. After all, she was a toilet herself. 

	Meanwhile, Rarity dried her wet body off and freshened up in a bathroom upstairs, soon hearing the sound of knocks at her door. “Coming~!” She called down. The boutique was closed for business that day - she had more important thing to do than sell dresses. They were going to be having some real fun with her new toy~

	She quickly trotted down the steps and opened the door. She smiled at the sight of an orange earth pony and a yellow pegasus on the other side, both looking equally excited to see their friend. “Applejack, Fluttershy, it’s so good to see you! Please, do come in!” She held the door open and stood back.

	“Thanks for havin’ us, Rarity. I’ve been needing a day off to rest my hooves all week.”

	“Yeah, thank you,” Fluttershy said, following Applejack inside the boutique, Rarity closing the door with her magic. “The animals can be a real handful, but Discord is taking care of them for the rest of the day so I can spend it with you two!”

	“Discord is taking care of your animals?” Applejack said, her voice making her lack of confidence in the draconequus clear. “You sure he isn’t going to turn them all into apples and oranges or somethin’?”

	Fluttershy chuckled and shook her head. “No, he wouldn’t do that. He vowed not to use his magic on my animals unless there was an emergency, after I scolded him for making the snakes bounce like rabbits and the rabbit slither like snakes.”

	Rarity and Applejack nodded in understanding. Fluttershy was very passionate about her animals, and hearing such a normally sweet, kind, and quiet mare scolding you made for a lesson that was not easily forgotten. 

	“Well, I’m happy you were both able to get some time off from your responsibilities to spend the day here! I have something to show you that I think you’re going to love - I knew you two would be the best ponies for it. But first…” Her horn glowed; a tray topped with a teapot and three small cups, already filled with steaming black tea, sailed into the room. It was soon followed by sugar and honey. “Let’s catch up a bit!” 

	The three of them chatted over the tea, catching up on their lives and work, sharing stories, the usual. The teapot was filled with normal black tea, but when their cups had been originally served, they’d been mixed with slow-acting laxatives, ones that weren’t particularly strong. They were just enough that, when the three of them decided they wanted to dispose of their solid waste, they’d find it very easy to do so. Rarity had drinken just as much as the others; it was only fair.

	And, after sharing some more solid food (Applejack had bought over a few boxes of apple-based sweets), Rarity decided it was time for the main event. 

	“Alright, girls! I think it’s about time I reveal why I really called you here today~” She walked over to her bathroom, horn glowing as her magic grasped the handle. “I know we’ve never discussed it… but I happen to have reason to believe that you two would particularly enjoy this. Let me ask you something - do either of you currently need to use the bathroom?”

	Both ponies put a hoof to their stomachs; they were gurgling needily. “I guess I do, actually,” Applejack said.

	Fluttershy nodded, a light pink blush on her face, a tad embarrassed by the sounds of her digestive system. “Did you, um… get a new toilet?” She asked, a bit confused by the bathroom-focused build-up.

	“That is exactly correct, but it isn’t the kind of toilet you might be expecting~ Fluttershy, Applejack, meet my new chamber pot~” She swung the door all the way open, revealing the dorky-looking Frazzle sitting on the ground next to the porcelain toilet, an eager smile on her face, a bit of sweat dripping down her fur. She didn’t wave or say anything; Rarity had warned her to be silent and still, like a toilet, until she was commanded to do otherwise. She was barely free to speak at all around Rarity, but she was to be entirely silent around anyone else unless commanded otherwise. “Formly known as Frazzle, she is now owned entirely by myself! You can even find the papers in town hall - she’s classified as an object.” 

	“Wow…” Applejack walked in, admiring Rarity’s work. “I never expected you’d be the type to go through with something like this, Rarity. You really took it all the way, didn’t you?”

	“Indeed I did! Her birth certificate and all other documents showing her rights as a living pony and her citizenship in Equestria all went down the porcelain toilet weeks ago. She agreed to it all, of course, as did her family - all entirely consensual and willing. She just loves her new identity, and she’s very good at it, too~ I think it’s her special talent~”

	Applejack chuckled. “I’d guess so~ What a fun idea. I’ve always wanted to do somethin’ like that on the farm, but I don’t think it would be fun to explain that to Granny Smith, and Applebloom’s too young to witness anything of that nature. I’m a might bit jealous.” She licked her lips, eyelids lowering a tad. “Is she a private toilet of yours?”

	Rarity chuckled. “Not at all~ So far, only I’ve been using her, but I want to slowly turn her into a public toilet for any pony or other creature to use as they wish~ I decided to invite you two over for a little toilet training.”

	“Perfect~” She turned around, putting her orange ass in Frazzle’s face. It was much rougher than Rarity’s, far less perfectly brushed and groomed; it smelled heavily of fresh sweat, plus a bit of shit that hadn’t quite been wiped off perfectly. Her pussy was large and a bit swollen, her asshole similarly intimidating in size. “Then, I hope you won’t mind if I take care of my business - I had quite a big breakfast this mornin’~”

	“Of course not~ But before that, just to make sure… Fluttershy, how do you feel about this?” She turned to the pegasus; admittedly, she was a bit worried from her silence. The last thing she wanted was to make one of her friends uncomfortable; she was 99% certain Fluttershy was into these things, judging from a multitude of signs (including her books borrowed history at the library that Twilight shared with her), but it was always possible she’d misunderstood.

	However, with one look at the pegasus, her fears vanished.

	Fluttershy was staring at Frazzle with eyes full of very excited lust; her legs were shivering in excitement, and her pussy was dripping. She turned to face Rartiy with a bright-pink blush over her face, smiling wide. “Oh, this is so exciting!” She said, her voice still quiet and sweet as usual. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long! I never thought I’d actually find a toilet pony who’d let me use them like this!”

	Rarity chuckled. She’d been right on the mark. “I’m happy I can fulfill that desire for you, darling~ Don’t hold back - she can handle it~ And if she can’t…” The whip glowed. “You’re free to make sure she learns her lesson~” 

	“Oh!” Fluttershy responded, surprised by the sight of the whip; she looked to Frazzle, recognizing the horny blush on the toilet pony’s face. “Well… I’m definitely into that, but I’d really rather watch you or Applejack do it. I don’t think I have it in me.”

	“We’ll try a few after we’ve all emptied our guts and bladders,” Applejack spoke. “As long as that’s ok with you, Rarity. Fluttershy, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I think you should really give it a try! I’ll show you the proper technique and such. If you’re into it at all, I think you’ll like the feeling of actually doing it~” Admittedly, she found it hard to imagine Fluttershy hurting anypony, much less using a torture tool on them, but at the same time, she’d always had a feeling the pegasus was secretly very kinky. Most of the kindest, most innocent ponies tended to hide the freakiest tastes. 

	“I-I’d like that!” Fluttershy responded.

	“Then we’ll make it happen~” Rarity pronounced, smirking at Frazzle. “Be a good toilet pony, and I might stop Applejack from giving you enough whip marks that you can’t sit down for days~”

	“It’s going to be hard to make me stop when I get goin’. I’ve had many stallions who thought they could handle me learn that the hard way~” Before Frazzle could show her fear, the farm pony shoved her ass into her face; her crack was barely an inch away from her snout. “Now, come on - my waste isn’t going to eat itself. I can hardly wait~”

	“Frazzle, you know what to do~” Frazzle gulped; she got a horrible whiff of the sweaty, shitty ass crack. She heavily preferred the cleanly, elegant Rarity… but this was very nice too. She soon found herself enjoying the new scents, and the new texture of the fur, as she nestled her snout inside of the two cheeks. She made sure her nose was snugly pressed right above Applejack’s asshole, her mouth hanging open, her lips surrounding the tail hole where she’d soon get her meal. She couldn’t help herself; she gave the spot a little, precursory lick, only to find a bit of chunky shit left sticking to it from a pony who really needed to wipe more thoroughly. 

	“Oh!” Applejack said, startled, and then chuckled, a little blush on her cheeks. “Seems like she’s pretty excited back there~”

	“Not a she - it’s an it~ There’s no living pony back there - just a toilet~ And it’s ready for you to use it whenever you’d like~”

	“Then I won’t hold back~ Good luck back there, dirty little degenerate~” Frazzle blushed at the name-calling; she soon heard a quiet rumbling, feeling the pony’s ass cheeks beginning to quake. It reminded her of the sound and feeling of a training nearing a station; it really wasn’t so different. It just happened that this train was going to be a very gross one… and the destination was her stomach.

	“Hrngh…” Applejack grunted and began to push; she put visible effort into the shit. Her eyes were closed, mouth in a frown. Her hole twitched and opened and closed; Frazzle could tell there was a log just moments from making its way out. But before that, she heard the sound of multiple broken trombones in her ears, loud enough to leave her with ringing, followed by a mind-numbingly horrible smell. Her body shook as she inhaled Applejack’s monstrous fart, her eyes watering, her lungs shriveling. She could taste apples and shit on her tongue. It was pungent to a ridiculous level, only a step away from being a visible spray of liquid. She could smell the sweat mixed in with it too, making the cloud of gas much more humid and hot, the fast air brushing past her mane.

	It filled the room with the terrible smell; Rarity quickly covered her nose and gagged, while Fluttershy did the same… although, she didn’t actually block her nostrils. She blushed as she sniffed it. The scent of Applejack’s farts in particular had always excited her, though she didn’t want to show that right then - she wasn’t looking to become the second toilet slave in the room. 

	“Ugh.” Applejack waved a hoof in front of her face. “Sorry, ya’ll. That happens every time I go to shit. Apples may make for a great diet, but when you eat and work as much as I do, lots of gas tends to get trapped up there.”

	“You’re ok, but perhaps give a little warning next time?” Rarity pleaded, coughing.

	“Hehe, I’ll try. Now, for the fun part~” She began to push yet again; Frazzle heard the sounds of wet moving against wet, the creeping and crawling of a log of shit sliding against soaked flesh. Her face flushed hard as it got louder; this was a big one for sure. She soon felt it peaking out, sliding onto her tongue, ever so slowly being pushed further and further from the farm pony’s asshole. She grunted and groaned even harder, and her hole stretched wider, soon getting so wide that Frazzle had to part her lips even more to fit the log. 

“Ah, there it is~” Immediately following Applejack’s statement, the extremely wide log of shit slid smoothly from her hole and into Frazzle’s mouth. She could hardly get it inside; she felt herself choking on it as she pulled it deeper and deeper down, still not separating it from Applejack’s ass. She tried to bite down and chew on it a bit, but she didn’t have time - the farm pony kept pushing, until the log was forced right down Frazzle’s throat. She suppressed her gag reflex, tears streaming down her eyes from the discomfort, and she gulped it down, the full, unchewed log slowly sliding through her throat, soon becoming her digestive system’s unfortunate problem. She already felt a bit sick in the stomach; that thing was at least a foot long.

	And there was another log on the way. They tasted incredibly bitter, minus the slight hint of apples on them, which was somehow just making it even more disgusting. They were solid and firm, but very slimy and greasy, making for a terrible combination. She gagged on the second one as, just like the first, it made its way down her throat, leaving a trail of brown as it slid against her flesh.

	“Mmm~” Applejack moaned, her belly continuing to grumble and gurgle as she continued to shit, log after log flowing from her, each one just as big as the last. “Ah, that feels amazin’~ I didn’t realize it, but I think I was a bit backed up. This toilet of yours doesn’t clog, right, Rarity?”

	“Not if it doesn’t want to get punished~”

	Frazzle gulped down another log; her belly was starting to feel full and sick. Her throat bulged out with each swallow, the log visibly making its way to her stomach. “Good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how often we have to empty the tanks in our latrines - the apple family has a long family history of big loads with big logs~”

	Finally, Frazzle swallowed what seemed to be the last of the logs; she’d taken eight in total, all sitting unchewed in her stomach. Her belly was just slightly bloated; she could barely hold back from throwing every log right back up. “Done back there?” Rarity asked. “You can have it lick you clean, if you’d like!”

	“I think I would~ Do it, toilet slave~”

	Frazzle hesitated; the taste was far more bitter and hard than Rarity’s. She could always expect the same flavor from Rarity, which she’d been conditioned to crave 24/7, but Applejack’s was different - she didn’t feel quite so eager. But still, she had to do it. She was going to have to learn to love all shit, even if she still liked her master’s the most.

	She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, beginning with the inner cheeks, slowly licking her wet little limb across the rough, sweaty, shit-stained fur. She swallowed tongueful after tongueful. The waste mixed with the sweat, getting much saltier and wetter; it slid right down her throat. She could feel it creeping down the whole way, sending shivers through her spine. She’d never get used to that. 

	After multiple minutes of licking the outside (the sweatiness made it take extra long), she went for the hole, gently tracing it with her tongue. Applejack gave a little shudder of pleasure as her sensitive spot was teased, but she didn’t move away. “That’s right, clean it up, shit slave~ Make sure ya’ get nice and deep in there - I want my rectum to be sparklin’~”

	She obliged the request, nuzzling deeper, letting her snout open up the hole and sticking her tongue in. She immediately felt it tapping against a large stockpile of solid shit; Applejack had been purposefully holding back some extra excrement. It wasn’t a log, more of a lump of softer waste; she shook in disgust, but she knew she had to eat it all. She forced her way in even further, making the farm pony further shudder in pleasure, and she went to work, using her tongue to scoop it into her maw and pile it in, swallowing it all at once. 

It took four gulps to clean it out, and a few more to get down all of the residual shit stuck to the fleshy walls of the inner ass. It was all incredibly disgusting, so wet and moist, and the smell of shit mixed with sweat and farts was practically unbearable. The moment she pulled out, she took a big breath of fresh air, something she’d never take for granted again after that experience.

	“Seems clean enough to me~” Applejack said, looking back at her ass as best she could. “Good work, little freak~” She gave the toilet pony an unexpected kick in the gut, a loud smack echoing out as she fell to her knees with a yip and a whimper, the air knocked from her system. She breathed hard to regain it as the three other ponies laughed at her distress. Her snout was covered in brown; she looked horrible. 

	“Oh my~ Your kicks must really pack a punch~” Rarity said, licking her lips. “I’m gonna have to have you come over more when punishment is in order~”

	“You know me, Rarity - I’m always happy to help out~” She looked back at the toilet pony with a smirk, seeing a noticeable bruise left where she’d bucked her. “Hmm… maybe I should’ve held back a bit more. I reckon toilet slaves don’t get much exercise, sittin’ cooped up in the bathroom all day.”

	“Don’t worry, darling - I wouldn’t want you to hold back one bit~ Next time, hit her like she’s an apple tree during harvesting season. I’d just love to see how she takes it~”

	The two chuckled; the chamber pot slowly stood to her hooves, standing on shaking legs, biting her lip. She still winced from the beating pain in her stomach. She’d already felt a need to vomit, and this certainly wasn’t helping. Nonetheless, she kept it down.

	“Oh, Rarity~” Applejack spoke, walking behind Frazzle and raising her eyebrows. She turned her eyes to the char-black markings on the chamber pot’s ass cheeks, poking them with a hoof. “I had no idea you could use a branding iron. ‘Property of Rarity.’ Cute~”

	“Thank you! I was just thinking, it could use a little touch-up~” She giggled; Frazzle flinched. She’d taken the branding as a generous gift from her owner; the process was, of course, incredibly painful, but such a mark of ownership made her heart flutter. Her tail swayed at the thought of renewed markings, but she couldn’t help but be a bit terrified of that seering agony. “Are you particularly good with branding?”

	“Of course! I work on a farm, after all~” Rarity floated the branding iron off of its place hanging on the wall, and Applejack took it in her mouth, placing it by the window to heat up. Rarity’s magic surrounded the metal, causing it to take on the bright, orange-red color of molten iron quite quickly. “Though, we don’t brand all our animals - just a few of them, and only when we’re takin’ them elsewhere for festivals and the like. We consider it a bit cruel to make ‘em go through that.” She smirked, sinister thoughts rolling through her head. “Though, well, I wouldn’t be too worried about that in this case - nothin’ cruel about bruning a new mark into an object~”

	The chamber pot turned to look at the iron as Applejack picked it up. She felt dread at the sight of the farm pony taking up the task; she was really hoping it would be Rarity again, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. She gulped, closed her eyes, and stuck her ass in the air, putting her chest to the ground. 

	“Hmm…” Applejack took a closer look at the markings; she placed the iron down and spoke. “These look pretty alright to me, honestly. I don’t see any need to redo these quite yet. I can still do it just for fun, but honestly… wouldn’t you rather get a new one instead~?”

	“Oh, sure, why not~” Rarity chuckled. “A lucky day for my chamber pot for sure~ Where would you suggest it?”

	“That’s easy~” The chamber pot slowly rose from her position, confused, only to be met with two back hooves slamming into her ribcage from the side. She let out a yelp as she was flung into the porcelain toilet, a much larger bruise covering her body, trembling slightly from the pain. She was pretty sure nothing was broken, surprisingly enough, but that kick was some of the worst pain she’d ever felt; her heart throbbed as she gritted her teeth, her breathing a bit raspy. 

	“Oh, I see~” Rarity chuckled; her magic surrounded the chamber pot’s body and kept her in place, holding her down, just as she was. Her stomach was turned towards the other ponies; Rarity held her back hooves apart, making her puffy, wet pussy very easily available and accessible. It was large and needy, going untouched for quite a long while. “Do your thing, Applejack~”

	“With pleasure~” The farm pony grabbed the iron and slowly brought it towards Frazzle’s exposed slit, grinning with pleasure. The toilet pony gasped in surprise as she saw what was about to happen, but even if she’d wanted to try and stop it, she couldn’t move an inch. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain, and she didn’t have to wait long. 

	She screamed out as the molten metal pushed into her flesh, her scream blood-curdling and agonized, tears immediately soaring down her face. Her crying was soon silenced, or at least muffled, by the presence of a plump, plushy set of white ass cheeks being plopped over her snout. Rarity chuckled as she sat on her toilet, watching Applejack dig the branding iron deeper and deeper in, pressing it as far as she could to make it stick and holding it in place. It made a large seering sound, like a burger on a grill, and steam rose from it in a similar way; black char could be seen around the edges of the words being burned onto the chamber pot’s privates. 

	Applejack was sure to hold it there for a good minute, not wanting to be too hasty and ruin the design. She eventually pulled back, revealing the words “Property of Rarity” now stamped onto Frazzle’s fleshy pussy, black and charred. The toilet slave breathed, hard and heavy, still sobbing from the overwhelming pain, though she felt happy inside - the most private, precious part of her body had been permanently scarred to represent Rarity being her master. She couldn’t be happier. If her head wasn’t currently stuck under her goddess’ entire bodyweight, she might’ve expressed some gratitude, but instead, she found herself sniffing up the painful gas from a silent, unexpected fart. 

	“How’s that look, Rarity?” Applejack dropped the iron and smiled as she admired her handiwork. “That damage is gonna be pretty permanent, but it shouldn’t stop her pussy from workin’ just fine, in case you had any need for it~ And if you were wantin’ to do more on the torture side of things with it, don’t worry - it’s still just as sensitive as ever~”

	“It looks wonderful!” Rarity spoke, finally standing up from her spot. The chamber pot swallowed multiple times to prevent herself from coughing back up the silent gas she’d inhaled. “I love it~” She gave the apple farmer a quick hug in thanks. “What do you think, chamber pot~?”

	“I-I love it!” Frazzle quickly responded, surprised by the sudden questioning. “Thank you for the gift, my goddess!”

	“You’re very welcome. If you keep being a good little toilet slave, I’ll consider getting you another gift sometime soon - something physical this time~” Frazzle nodded in acknowledgement, eyes sparkling with excitement. Possibilities flew through her head. It could be so many things! “Now, Applejack, are you all done with your business?”

	“I think so! For now, at least. I’d sure love to use this toilet of yours again sometime, though - I’ve got some pretty brutal whips back on the farm that would be perfect for a disobedient toilet slave~”

	“You’re free to use it at any time at all, and you’re free to do whatever you want to it, too~ As long as it’s alive, I couldn’t care less.”

	Frazzle slowly stood and walked back to position, Rarity’s last words ringing in her head. They made her feel both like Rarity really cared about her safety, and like she was a worthless object. Her heart thumped; she couldn’t stop herself from wearing a very small smile of happiness from those words.

	“Well, Applejack, now that you’re all finished up…” Rarity turned towards the door; Fluttershy had been standing, watching shyly the entire time, her face flushed. “Are you ready, Fluttershy~?”

	“Oh, yes!” the pegasus responded, stepping into the bathroom, her hooves still shivering a tad. She was clearly nervous, though her eyes and smile betrayed her obvious lust and excitement. “Watching Applejack and the chamber pot together was amazing! I hope I can use it as well as she did.”

	“Don’t worry about that, darling - just do your business however you’d like. Even if it isn’t a large amount, you can always come back and use my toilet whenever you want, just as I told Applejack!”

	“Oh, thank you, Rarity!” She giggled, stepping a bit closer to Frazzle. The toilet pony’s smile faded a tad as she grew worried over what was in store for her next. A kind, caring pony like Fluttershy probably wouldn’t be too difficult to handle… right? For some reason, the chamber pot still felt like she should be more fearful than she was. “Though, before we begin, I had one other thing I needed to do.”

	The yellow pegasus reached into her long, pink hair and pulled out… a small mouse, nicely combed and groomed, clearly being cared for. It squeaked quietly as it examined the room, tiny pink fingers sitting on Fluttershy’s hooves; she held it with her two front legs, using her wings to hold herself up. 

	“Mr. Mousey has been riling up all the bigger animals at the animal sanctuary; I need to properly punish him if he’s ever going to stop. I told him there would be consequences if he did it again, and he did. I don’t like punishing any of my animals, but I have to be stern sometimes.” She pointed the mouse at Frazzle. “Mr. Mousey, your punishment is to kiss the toilet slave on the lips.” 

	Frazzle’s breath grew shaky as she stared at the mouse, eyes widened. She backed away as far as she could, being little more than a few inches, biting her lip, shaking in clear terror. She’d always been terrified of rats and mice - they just grossed her out more than anything else, and that was saying something, considering she found the act of eating shit to be pleasant. 

	Fluttershy held the mouse up to Frazzle; even the rodent seemed visibly disgusted, wriggling in the pegasus’ grasp and sticking its tongue out in disgust. “Now, Mr. Mousey,” Fluttershy spoke, “I know the toilet pony is disgusting and filthy, but that’s part of your punishment. Be happy I’m letting you kiss her mouth instead of a different hole.”

	That got the mouse to stop squirming pretty fast. It shut its eyes and let Fluttershy push it up to Frazzle’s face, ceasing its struggle. The toilet pony breathed hard as it got nearer, her eyes heavily focused on it, pulling her head back further and further as it came closer and closer. 

	“What’s wrong, chamber pot?” Rarity spoke. “Scared of a little mouse~?” Applejack ad her laughed at Frazzle’s expense. “I suppose I know what I’ll be doing if I ever have a rat infestation~” 

	The toilet pony mostly ignored the terrifying possibility of coming face-to-face with even more rats; she was far more concerned about the current one in front of her. She turned her head away and shut her eyes; she might’ve spoken out, but she was too fearful to go against the wishes of her master’s friend. 

	Fluttershy giggled, eyelids lowering a tad. “Come on, toilet pony - it’s just one little kiss with Mr. Mousey~” Although she might’ve normally been the kindest, nicest pony around, she had no issue treating the toilet pony as any toilet pony deserved. “Applejack, would you help me~?”

	“Of course!” Applejack grabbed Frazzle by both sides of her head and swiveled her towards the mouse, holding her in place. Before she could resist, the pegasus pushed their lips together, the small rodent giving a gentle, cute little kiss to the toilet pony before being pulled away.

	Shivers ran through the chamber pot’s body; she could feel the cold, tiny, wrinkled lips on hers, the fur feeling and tasting so weird. She gagged, scraping her tongue with her hooves, desperately hoping she’d be able to forget the horrible experience; meanwhile, Fluttershy put the mouse down and waved goodbye as it scampered back home.

	“Well, now that that’s done…” Fluttershy turned her ass towards Frazzle and immediately stuck it in her face, the chamber pot letting out a gasp in surprise, muffled by the sensation of two large, fluffy ass cheeks being shoved against her. Her mouth had still been open from her attempt to remove the taste of mouse-lips from her tongue; she found the asshole being aimed perfectly into it. Her snout was driven between the pillowy cheeks. A quick sniff brought back the disgusting smell of shit mixed with the scent of dirty animals, like one might smell at a zoo, but much worse. “I don’t think I’ve had time to use the bathroom all day - I was so busy preparing the animal sanctuary earlier. But I did make sure to eat a big Breakfast~”

	Frazzle gulped; her belly was still so full of hard shit from Applejack’s usage. She was about to be stuffed with more shit than ever before.

	“I will warn you, though, it tends to come out a little watery~” The pegasus wrapped her cherry-blossom pink tail around Frazzle’s shoulders; it was soft and comfortable, and it had no real grip or power behind it, but still, it made the toilet pony feel trapped. She listened close to the sounds of wet sloshing and gurgling emitting from the pony’s stomach; she heard the slimy sounds of shit moving through her asshole. She stuck out her tongue, preparing the red carpet, sweat on her brow. Her body told her not to eat anymore, that she couldn’t handle even a single extra gulp of shit… but she was a toilet - she’d fulfill her purpose until she couldn’t anymore. She couldn’t disappoint her master.

	“Mmm~” Fluttershy stretched her front hooves out and put her chest to the ground, sticking her ass up high. Her hole began to pulse and twitch; the smell of waste grew stronger. She giggled and let out a long, quiet fart, right into Frazzle’s mouth; she could both smell and taste the gas as though it was solid, with the sound of a small little trumpet coming out. It made her want to wretch; it was somehow just as bad as Applejack’s, despite the tiny noise. Though, of course, the ensuing rush of solid waste was much worse.

	“Urgh…” The toilet pony shuddered, closing her eyes and holding them shut hard, scrunching up her face, as she felt the first bit of shit. It came out more like a liquid than a solid, a goopy mass trickling down Fluttershy’s fur and settling on her outstretched tongue, having the consistency of mud and the taste of damp dirt. She quickly forgot the sensation of the rat; this was much worse. She tilted her tongue up and made it like a slide, letting the stream of shit make its way into her maw, slowly creeping to her throat. It came out slow at first, like a rivulet, just a gentle trickle of brown. She felt it pooling up inside her mouth, excessively bitter and foul; she felt her body resisting the swallow, but eventually, she forced herself to gulp it down, groaning into Fluttershy’s ass from the abhorrent sensation.

	“Hehe!” The pegasus laughed in merriment. “It’s just as good as I imagined!! Rarity, is it ok if it gets dirty? I can barely stop myself from letting it all out~”

	“It’s just fine, darling - I’ll just give it some swirlies to clean its face off if needed~”

	“Oh, wonderful!” Flutters sighed and relaxed her body further; the toilet pony heard the goopy sound of sloshing shit speed up. 

Before she could react, the tight asshole opened up tremendously, allowing a flow of liquidy shit much more like a full river to make its way into her open maw. She choked and sputtered on it, unable to let even a single drop drip out; her mouth was filled almost instantly, and she forced herself to swallow again, only to find her maw being stuffed once again in no time. She quickly chugged it down, tears welling in her eyes from the bitter, prickly pain of the shit’s horrible taste; she soon was letting it go straight down, not bothering to try and swallow, treating it the same way as she’d treated Applejack’s massive logs. Her belly pudge grew slightly as she filled herself up; she groaned and moaned in exhaustion, Fluttershy tittering the whole time. 

“Oh boy, this is so fun!!” She pushed out her excessive load of shit even further, creamy, caramel-brown, sticky waste coming out like a hose. It stained the toilet pony’s mouth with its gross brown color. “I don’t know how I’ll ever use a real toilet again!” 

	“You can always just hold it in and come use my chamber pot whenever you need it~” Rarity offered, heart warmed by the sight of her great friend having so much fun. She watched as the onslaught became too much for Frazzle, lines of liquidy waste dripping down Frazzle’s chin and trickling over her chest. 

	“I think I will!” Fluttershy responded; her gut was near empty. She pushed hard, grunting quietly, forcing out the slimy substance in messy spurts. She moved a hoof down to her pussy and slowly rubbed it, already moments from orgasming; she could hardly hold back from squirting all over the floor. The moment she pumped out the last bit of shit, she commanded, “Lick me clean, toilet slave~”

	Frazzle had to take a few moments to recover; she swallowed down the last bit of shit as her lips quivered, letting out a few coughs into the cheeks. Her throat felt scratchy and ravaged by the combination of gas and sewage-like shit, her lips drenched and dripping, her fur dirty and wet. Her tongue shook in exhaustion, but still, she knew she had to finish her duty. She stuck the little thing out of her mouth and began to lick, still managing to clean Fluttershy even despite the miserable condition of her own dirty maw. There was a lot to clean - such an aqueous load naturally left a monstrous mess. She made her way inwards, from the inner cheeks, all the way down to her hole, and she began to lick the wet, dirty flesh. 

Fluttershy bit her lip, moaning in pleasure as she felt her asshole being tongued clean, her body shivering. She dug her hoof into her slit and rubbed her own clit, maw opening as she panted like a hot dog. The moment she felt the tongue slip inside her ass and clean her on the inside, she let out a loud, joyful moan, face turning bright pink as she fingered herself harder, soon orgasming, squirting all over the floor, right as Frazzle pulled away, satisfied with a job well-done.

The toilet pony was exhausted; she panted and huffed, jaw hanging open. The pegasus walked back and the three non-toilet ponies all took a look at the chamber pot’s sorry state; it seemed she was hardly holding up the heavily shit-filled body of hers. Her hooves shivered as she coughed and gagged, lips brown, face a complete mess.

	“Tisk, tisk.” Rarity shook her head and grinned. “You need to clean up the whole mess, chamber pot~” She shoved Frazzle’s head down to the puddle of femcum, forcing her mouth inches from it. “Lick it all up like a good girl~”

	Wordlessly, she pushed her trembling tongue from her mouth and lapped up the sticky, watery mess until it was all gone, Rarity’s hoof holding her firmly in place the whole time. The floor was surprisingly dirty, compared to the rest of the boutique - it seemed Rarity hadn’t been so concerned with keeping the toilet pony’s living arrangements tidy and clean. The dress maker lifted her hoof the moment Frazzle finished, letting her bring her head back up. “Good toilet. Now, was there anything else you both wanted to try~?”

	“Oh, I do have one thing! Um…” Fluttershy looked to the floor bashfully. “Do you have any feathers, Rarity?”

	“Plenty, of course - I use them in dresses occasionally.” Her horn glowed; an array of multicolored feathers floated into the room. “What for?” 

	“That’s perfect! Chamber pot, lay down on your back~” 

	Frazzle wordlessly obeyed, happy to get a moment to rest; she rolled over onto her back, hooves sticking in the air, her stomach gurgling as it attempted to digest the waste pumped inside of her. 

	The pegasus grabbed a feather out of Rarity’s magical grasp, holding it in her teeth, and she began to slide it across the pony’s upturned hooves. Immediately, Frazzle began to giggle against her will, tickled by the sensation. That particular area was especially sensitive, of course - the sensation of the soft, fuzzy feather being pulled back and forth across it forced peels of laughter to burst from her chest, getting louder and louder. She began to squirm, but Fluttershy held her in place.

	Frazzle’s laughter might’ve made it sound like she was super happy, but the tickling made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy; it overstimulated her, also making her feel weak and vulnerable. She tried to say “Stop, stop!” through her giggles, but they came out in a high-pitched, happy voice that only made it sound like she wanted more. 	

	Fluttershy might’ve been able to give her a mean tickling, but the unicorn was the best one for the job. Rarity’s horn glowed, and the other feathers were soon dancing across Frazzle’s hooves, making her laugh and squirm much harder. Her whole body shivered in the odd discomfort of the overstimulation; it only became so much worse as one feather tickled her wet pussy, right against her clit. It aggravated her already-horny state, making her want to cum so badly, but she knew Rarity wouldn’t let her, and of course, a simple tickle wasn’t enough to bring her to orgasm; it was just a constant, overstimulating edge.

	“Hehehe!” Fluttershy’s laughter was so innocent and happy; it didn’t match the torture she knew she was putting the toilet pony through. She soon got up and plopped her ass right down on Frazzle’s face, smothering her in the big ass cheeks, and immediately, she went right back to tickling her. She let out every trace of gas that she’d been holding back, the quiet little farts mixing with the sound of muffled laughter, the taste and smell of the gas overwhelming the chamber pot even further. She felt like she was going to burst into pieces; she’d never felt so weak and submissive in her whole life. She was being treated exactly like a toy.

	She would’ve hated it so much… but Rarity was enjoying it, and all that mattered to Frazzle now was being a perfect chamber pot for Rarity, her master, her goddess. If Rarity wanted her to be their torture toy, she’d do it for her. She reminded herself that she wasn’t a living pony anymore; it was a far more fitting fate for her to be treated like the object she was. 

	After almost ten or twenty minutes of constant tickling, the ponies stopped, satisfied with their torturing, and Fluttershy stood. A quick look out the boutique’s windows revealed that time had passed to the evening; the sky was darkening. “Well, girls,” Rarity spoke, Fluttershy still sitting on Frazzle’s head. “This was fun, but I think it’s about time we adjourn for tonight. You both know you’re welcome to use my toilet whenever you’d like - don’t hesitate~”

	“Thank you, Rarity!!” Fluttershy said, giving her friend a quick hug. “I never thought I’d get the chance to use a real, living toilet pony!”

	“Yeah, thanks, Rarity. This was loads of fun,” Applejack spoke, smiling warmly. “I hope you don’t mind me coming to use her after a long day on the farm - I’ve always got a pretty full gut and bladder to empty out.”

	“She’s always open~ I’ll even give you two keys sometime~”

	The three exchanged some final parting words outside the bathroom; Frazzle soon uprighted herself, and washed her face off in the porcelain bowl. She was exhausted. It was her first day being used as a toilet by a group of ponies, and it was exceptionally difficult. Still, she was determined to be the best toilet she could be. To please her master, she was willing to handle any amount of ponies using her at any time; she’d learn to handle them all. She soon fell asleep on the cold tile floor, knocked out from the tiring day’s activities.

	The next morning, Frazzle found herself awoken not by the rising sun, or by her natural body clock, but rather, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. She groggily turned to watch Rarity enter, quickly getting to her hooves in preparation to drink the dress maker’s morning piss, or eat a load of her shit.

	Instead, however, she found her tail being grasped in the light-blue magic of Rarity’s horn. She was spun around, ass sticking out, and the fashionista smacked a rolled-up magazine against her sensitive cheeks hard as she could. “OW!” She cried out, a long, cylindrical bruise left on her ass from the painful slap; she quickly turned back around and saw the smug look on her master’s face.

	Wordlessly, Rarity ripped a page out with her teeth and dropped it to the floor, soon exiting with the rest of the magazine, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her. 

	As the bruise on her rump pulsed and stung, the toilet pony, full of confusion, looked down at the paper, getting as close as she could so she could read it. It was hard to make out, considering the recent disposal of her glasses, but she managed to discover the subject: an interview with her mother, Ivory. She couldn’t exactly absorb the whole thing, but she managed to pull out a few key words… and she was able to read a few bolded lines.

	“So, do you have any colts or fillies at home? I wonder how you’d manage the celebrity lifestyle with a child!”

	“Oh, I don’t have any children! It’s much easier this way - I couldn’t imagine the stress of trying to take care of a little filly. I much prefer pursuing my passions without one to worry about.”

	The words shocked Frazzle; she felt upset at first, even though she’d watched the legal documents classifying her as the daughter of Ivory swirl right down the very drain sitting to her left. But that sadness faded almost instantly, as she realized this just confirmed that her transformation into an object, a full-on toilet, was truly complete. She was no pony, no daughter, nothing like that - just an item, made for only the purpose of eating shit and drinking piss. She shuddered in pleasure, hugging the paper tight to her chest. She couldn’t believe how much she loved her new life.

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