The Anon-mated Toilet

>You wake up and start your day just like any other.

>Once again, you hear that knock on the door.

"Uhg..."

>You make your way towards your door and open it up.

>Sitting at your feet is a basket filled with Twinkies with a note attached.

>You don't bother reading it and just carry the treats inside...

>...towards your closet filled with more baskets and more Twinkies.

>At first the treats were delicious, but after a while they grew stale on you.

>Then a thought occurs to you.

>The gears in your mind starts churning, and you are blessed with one hell of an idea that will change your life forever.

>You grab a sheet of paper and begin your preliminary sketches, which turned into diagrams and blueprints.

>Over the next two months, you plan, gather materials, and bury more of Fluttershy's gifts in a hole.

>Everything begins to fall in place until you have completed your greatest achievement to ponykind.

>Before you stands your "Automated Toilet".

>It's designed to clean the pony after they "Do their business", but in reality it is just an outhouse with you in the hole while being crapped on by a pony's delicious droppings.

>Just one bit for use, for that pony who can't seem to find a place to go.

>Make money and enjoy a treat. What's more not to love?

>On one fateful night, you decide to put your plan into action.

>Through the power of cartoon physics, you are able to carry the structure, dig a hole and a service tunnel to a secluded location, and make the underground place you'll be in hospitable all in time for sunrise.

>Once you're situated, you play the waiting game.

>And you wait...

>And you wait...

>And you wait...until you hear your first bit fall into your jar.

>"One bit for such a clean outhouse? Oooh...steel."

>A cream-colored plot covers the hole above you.

>A bit of grey tail shows coming from her rear.

>You are sure that this pony is the mayor of this town.

>Her moist marehood and protruding puckerhole tense up as she gets comfortable.

>"So futuristic."

>She must be backed up.

>Your mouth waters just thinking what this mare would let out.

>That tight mare pussy of the mature pony begins to relax.

>A nice drink will do for now.

>Placing your mouth a few inches below her lower lips, you close your eyes wondering what delicious nectar this pony will give.

'Maybe it's coffee? Lemonade? Maybe some good ol'...'

>Your thought process ceases as you hear a moan come from Mayor Mare.

>There was silence, and then you feel it.

>A warm, familiar liquid hits your tongue.

>You smile internally when you gulp down her sweet tea.

>It's surprisingly cold for it coming out of a living pony.

>The torrent continues for about 10 seconds before slowing to a trickle.

>She sighs.

>"And I don't even smell it. This thing is amazing! But...where's the tissue?"

>You never thought this through, but an idea quickly comes to you.

>You pinch your nose and slightly cover your mouth.

"[ENGAGING AUTOMATED MOIST WIPES]"

>"Huh? Automated moist wi...OH!"

>You dive into her muff and lick her slit clean, making sure you get every drop of her sweet urine.

>That just manages her other juices to bead up down there.

>You lick her a few more times then stop.

>You don't want this to go too far, this is for their sweet excrement, not sex.

>She sighs and gets up.

>You cover up the hole with a sheet of metal and sit down.

>"Wow, and nothing left! What kind of magic is this?!"

"[THANK YOU AND COME AGAIN]"

>"Oh...I definitely will."

>The mayor of Ponyville walks out.

>When the door shuts, you sigh to yourself and sit back on your comfy beanbag chair.

"So it's not just Flutterbutter. These ponies piss and poop food from my world."

>Another bit falls into the jar, clanking with the first.

"Well...guess it's time for work."

>You put on your robotic voice.

"[WELCOME.]"

>You pull back the slit with hunger in your eyes.

>A pink mane falls onto your face.

>You push it to the side to find two teal eyes staring at you.

>The mare pushes her face into the hole and the pony smirks at you.

>"Hey there, Anon."