>be wubhorse
>time to drink master's piss again
>you unzip his fly and wrap your lips around his shaft
>glug glug glug
>you sure do like the taste of that hot steamy human piss
>it's making your tight little mare pussy wet
>maybe master will piss in your pussy if you ask nicely enough
>he slaps you when you dare to take his dick out of your mouth to beg him to spray down your marehood with his delicious human pee
>oh well
>you should have known better than to ask for something you wanted anyway
>you better be a good girl now and drink all the rest of that piss
>empty master's bladder real good
>glug glug...
>aww
>all done
>you wipe your muzzle and kiss his balls
>"Thank you, Master"
>Master's piss sloshes around in your belly as you trot away
>you vomit a little of it up onto your hoof and shlick yourself until you cum hot steamy mare cum all over the floor of your cell in the basement
>you curl up to sleep in the mixture of master's piss and your cum
>end
 
>It's dark
>It's always dark.
>Master said it was because you were ugly and looking at you made him want to throw up.
>He was probably right.
>Your coat was a ugly yellow now, with patches of purple bruises, and he'd shaved your mane off years ago.
>He'd kept your tail so he could clean his dick when he was done.
>It was very dirty right now.
>He only cleaned you once a fortnight.
>You never needed it though.
>You were a good girl, you drank all the piss.
>You rarely even gagged anymore!
>Occasionally you did though, but you were happy that Master was willing to teach you not to.
>Sometimes though...
>Sometimes you thought about things other than drinking Master's piss, or how hot it made you feel, or how happy you were.
>But you tried to kill those thoughts when they showed up.
>A toilet wasn't allowed to think.
>Plus, Master could read your thoughts and punished you for thinking wrongly.
>That's why he'd come down and just beat on you occasionally.
>Those times were the worst, except for when he'd end them by pissing on your face.
>You just wish you weren't unconscious for that part.
>The pee was cold and stale by the time you masturbated with it.
>The door opened, and you turned around quickly.
>You'd gotten spun around in the dark.
>Hopefully Master didn't notice.
>You didn't unzip his pants immediately, so he was going to punish you, but it didn't matter.
>It was time to drink his piss again.
>You loved this time.
>You...loved your life.
>You loved...him.
>You were...
>Chase the bad thoughts away.
>...happy.
 
>It was still dark.
>You lay perfectly still.
>Not thinking.
>You were getting good at that.
>There were times you could go entire days without thinking any more.
>That made Master happy.
>Which made you happy.
>Only sometimes you did think, and that mad Master unhappy.
>You were glad that Master, in his mercy, was willing to spend the time to correct you.
>There were no good thoughts anymore.
>Any thought was bad; which meant Master visited you much more.
>A toilet didn’t think.
>Of course, now you had this problem where he’d come down and you’d be crying without realizing it.
>But he’d correct you, so it was fine!
>To your horror, you find yourself thinking.
>Master said he had a surprise for you.
>Master never gave you anything bad.
>You prayed it was a cup of piss.
>The door swung open, blinding you.
>Instantly, you moved to unzip Master’s pants.
>It’s been harder to do ever since he removed your legs.
>You never left the basement, so you didn’t miss them.
>Really.
>And the handles in your stumps made it easier to chain you up.
>They hurt a lot at first.
>Like, a lot.
>You passed out getting them in.
>But Master knew what’s best for you.
>Another man blocks the light, entering the room.
>You don’t say anything.
>You know not to.
>You glance at Master, but he spits in your eye.
>You wish he’d pissed instead.
>The other man had a lot of scary looking tools, but you ignored him.
>Master explains that he’s here to take your horn.
>For some reason, this makes you scared.
>You chase the emotion away.
>Unicorn horns sold for a lot, and since you’re never going to use it again, may as well make a little extra money.
>Couldn’t argue with that.
>The man comes closer, and you close your eyes.
>You didn’t get painkillers cause it would just be a waste.
>Despite yourself, you still screamed.
>It was fine though.
>Master would help you calm down.
>Master would teach you not to scream.
>He was such a kind man.
 
>Master took you outside today.
>Which was really scary.
>You were…never allowed outside the basement.
>You can’t even remember what was outside.
>He had to carry you by your tail, which hurt, but it was fine.
>You understood.
>And you were really heavy too, which was why he dragged your face across the floor.
>And up the stairs.
>You didn’t see much while you were up there.
>The light hurt your eyes.
>And anything that got through, you weren’t allowed to remember.
>Toilet doesn’t think.
>That was your name, right?
>It’s what everyone called you.
>He wanted to show you to someone.
>Another pony.
>You didn’t recognize her, but you think she did you.
>Bad Toilet, no thinking. Bad.
>Master said she was the reason he hurt you, because she wouldn’t listen, but that didn’t make sense.
>Master didn’t hurt you.
>Master said that if she’d just did what he’d asked and played her music and been quiet, you’d still have your legs.
>The longer Master kept speaking, the more you came to hate that pony.
>She was very selfish, she hated Master.
>She even talked back to him.
>Argued with him.
>Even tried to talk to you!
>He just wanted the best for her.
>But then you let it go.
>A toilet wasn’t supposed to get angry.
>A toilet wasn’t allowed to think.
>Master finished talking by pissing on your face right there.
>He slapped you down when you tried to get to the source.
>So you just lay there, wet and needy and staring at that awful pony until he was done.
>You rubbed one off when he brought you back to the basement, while he wasn’t looking.
>Master also said he was going to get rid of you soon.
>That you were useless now.
>So he was gonna sell you to a bar, with a lot of people in it.
>That scared you.
>Other people weren’t as kind as Master.
>But if he was sure, it had to be the right decision.
>You…trusted him.
>You had to.
 
>Your new home is very bright.
>It’s clean, and loud, and shines oddly into your eyes.
>Not that you move your head much anyway.
>Movement is bad; a toilet moves only to complete its purpose.
>Drinking piss.
>There’s a lot more piss as well.
>Master truly did make the right decision.
>It runs down your mane, gathers near your eyes, drips into your mouth.
>Covers you until you feel like you’re drowning.
>You rub one off whenever they’re done.
>Not with your hooves, for obvious reasons, but more of just humping the floor.
>There are others here, like you, but not.
>They still have limbs. They still have horns. They think this is a punishment.
>The other toilets confuse you.
>They talk to each other when no one is around.
>Comfort each other.
>At night, they cry softly.
>Some appear as though they don’t even like their Master’s gifts.
>They’re scared of you, but you don’t know why.
>They’re disgusted by you, but you don’t know why.
>One tried to befriend you when you arrived; asked if you were okay.
>You weren’t allowed to speak, so you said nothing.
>You could still drink piss, so you weren’t sure what the problem was.
>She asked you your name.
>You’re not sure why she wants it. Your name was obvious.
>The conversation ended when someone entered the bathroom, and you made yourself stand out.
>The other mares just stared at you.
>Despite all the rewards that are given to you daily, you secretly wish to return home to your Master.
>You feel very…lonely.
>And no one beats you anymore, so you never know if you’re doing a bad job.
>You miss Master.
>And sometimes, when you pass out, you see pictures that you can’t explain.
>Of you, and that mare.
>But then your hatred for her wakes you up.
>You shouldn’t have been sleeping anyway.
>Toilets don’t sleep.
>You swallow earnestly, and settle back into position against the wall.
>The tiles are cold against your back.
>A couple beneath you have been stained with piss and mare cum.
>You don’t move much.
>You’re easily the most popular toilet.
>Which makes you feel happy, briefly, before you remember to supress the feeling.
>Toilets didn’t think, toilets didn’t have emotions.
>The other…slaves had mixed opinions on you.
>They weren’t toilets like you, they lacked passion.
>Some thought you were broken.
>Which made no sense.
>You could still drink piss.
>But all of them appreciated your existence.
>Whenever someone entered the bathroom, everyone pointed to you.
>Recommended you over themselves.
>Gave you their work, their piss.
>You didn’t mind, you loved it.
>It felt like heaven; the steady stream flowing over your face.
>The way it pooled in your mouth and around your eyes.
>How could they hate it?
>For some reason, they still felt guilty afterwards.
>They still couldn’t comprehend that you wanted this.
>The mare from before, the self appointed leader, she understood.
>But her understanding lead to disgust and pity.
>When the lights went out and the patrons disappeared, she’d creep over to you.
>Try to talk to you; try to find a reason why you were like this.
>You never even spoke back.
>A toilet doesn’t speak.
>And that’s what you were.
>One…one of the best.
>Even if no one punished you anymore, even if you couldn’t be sure.
>You had to be the best.
>You couldn’t be left alone with your thoughts.
>Not while that mare lived in them.
>Just stop thinking, Toilet.
>There’ll be more piss in the morning.
>There always was.
>You…look forward to it.
>Honestly.