You felt the rumblies like never before. It was like there was a little construction crew inside your bowels, building a whole apartment complex. Needless to say, you were making a mad dash to the nearest restroom. Well, as fast as you could, given you were clenching your sphincter hard enough to form diamonds.
There was one problem, however. You were in the friendship castle, and you had no idea which hallway had the restroom…
You could practically hear your rear end scream at you for release, but you had to fight back. You were not wearing your brown pants.
You opened the first door you saw. Just storage room.
You opened another across the hall, and yet again, not what you were looking for.
Hoping against all odds, you screamed to the heavens above. “Twilight, Where is the fucking bathroom!? Please, for the love of God!”
But she didn’t reply…
You kept doing the potty dance shuffle as you turned down another hallway. This was getting ridiculous, and you were debating whether or not shitting on the floor would be proper payback for the torment you suffered in search for the restroom.
Still not losing your resolve, you once again open another door, practically ripping it off its hinges. To your luck, it looked to be a restroom. To your dismay, you couldn’t see the toilet. Taking a step inside, you slam the door behind you, and begin looking to and fro for that sweet, sweet porcelain seat.
“Try looking this way, dearie.”
You nearly shat your pants right then and there. You were not alone in the bathroom, and that sent shivers down your spine. Looking to where the voice came from, you felt your jaw become loose, opening wide for all the stray flies to fly into.
It didn’t seem real. In fact, you thought you were in some sort of shit produced coma, and this was you potty nightmare. Just a few feet from you was a toilet, but not an ordinary toilet, no, far from it. It was alive, it was… it was some type of pony.
“You gotta be shitting me…” You utter lowly.
“Mmm, no. But it seems you have a load to unleash. Come, I will be able to help you deal with it just fine.” She patted the seat attached to her, an invitation that you were not keen to take.
As you begin to walk towards the door, you turn and say. “Yeah. No, goodbye.”
That was when the rumblies hit you twice as hard as before, and you had to hold down the hatch with all your might, less you delivered your package too early.
“Seems you don’t have much other choice, do you? Just take a seat, it’ll all be over soon.”
“I…” You had no proper rebuttal. The situation was dire, and your asshole was about to be on fire. You internally battled yourself, weighing your options. Dignity is important to you, despite what others might think.
“Trust me, dear. I’m rather good at my job!” She beamed at you with pearly whites. She looked rather enthusiastic about being, well, a toilet.
“I swear, this is some sort of prank set up by Twat light…”
“Oh, she loves using me, and so will you!”
You could feel your soul leave your body as you started to pull down your pants. Another rumble in the tumble made you forget all of that noise, as you essentially slammed your ass on her seat like you life depended on it.
For some reason, despite all the pleas of your rectum to let it all out, you were having a hard time relieving yourself. That was when you felt her hooves gently place themselves on your shoulders.
“There, there.” She said, beginning to rub your shoulders.
“I hate my life…” The massage felt great, and it actually started to help with your, er, problem. Though, as it began to dribble out, the eye of the storm passed, and it was not hurricane season. It was like a firecracker going off, and you felt yourself jump in your seat as you grabbed the sides of the toilet pony for dear life.
“AAAAARGH!” You shouted like you never shouted before, the power within your asshole unleashing its full fury.
“YES, LET IT ALL OUT!” She exclaimed back, grabbing hold of you in a tight, awkward, embrace.
Moments pass, silence greeting the room as you felt pain for you lower region. You begin to stand up, but you were soon met with the toilet ponies protests.
“Dearie, you need to wipe first, and you haven’t even flushed me yet!”
You couldn’t take another moment of this. You were wishing your anal thunder killed you.
You quickly pressed the lever to flush her, making her moan in ecstasy.
Yup, you drew the line right there. You didn’t care to wipe; you were going straight back home to get a new pair of pants, and you were going to take a long nap and probably have ptsd induced nightmares.
As you pulled your pants up and exited the bathroom, you heard her shout after you. “Do come again!”
You made note to never, ever, use the restroom here again. You also made note to kick twiggle wiggle where Celestia don’t shine for having… That in her castle.