Lustbound 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?”