The sound of dripping water, endlessly falling in an annoyingly, inconsistency pattern was the only thing Celestia hear other than her own pained breathing.
Her cell was without even a shred of light, and she was so far underground that she couldn't hear the ponies above. Or, the changelings rather. She couldn't imagine Chrysalis would allow her pony slaves to use her streets. They would be working elsewhere. In mines or as entertainment. they were just food to her... but useful food.
No reason not to make a heybuger do the dishes it was possible.
As for herself, Celestia wasn't sure, but she was expecting the worst. Chrysalis likely had plans with her. She had made sure she didn't go anywhere, not even anywhere in her own cell.
She was practically bolted to the ground, clamps around every limb, holding her in place. Even her tail was clamped to the floor.
She could do nothing when the Changeling army stormed the city, and she could do even less now.
She lied utterly and completely defeated, just waiting for the Queen to appear.
And eventually, right when Celestia was about to abandon the hope that she would ever talk to another sentient being again... she did.
The sound of hoofsteps approaching outside her cell broke the constant, static noise of her own whimpering and droplets falling.
A door creaked open, and flickering light flooded in. It was a meek, dim, reddish light, made from torches outside in the dungeon corridor, but having laid in total darkness for three days straight, even this amount of brightness was too much for her sore eyes.
She closed them and cried silently as the Queen walked inside, her large hips swaying voluptuously as she approached her restrained prey.
"Pathetic Celestia," the queen cooed as she looked at the former ruler of Equestria, tied up on the ground, eyes closed in pain, whimpering in fear and sadness.
"C-Chrysalis, please!" she cried out, still not looking at her in the, to her, sharp light. "Let my people go. They didn't do anything to you."
Laughing slowly, the Queen clopped closer, and Celestia finally managed to open her eyes.
She looked at the dark looming figure in front her, tall, menacing and majestic.
As the Queen gets close enough, her feminine face became visible in the dim flickering light. She was smiling sadistically, her green, lush lips looking moist from licking her lips lustfully with her long snake-like tongue.
They stared deeply into each other's eyes, Celestia's full of fear, and the terrifying queen Chrysalis' glowing green with cruel excitement.
"Trying to be a martyr after I've already won, Celestia? Well, that's just pointless. Does it bother you, though? You've spent so much time sitting around, letting your subordinates do the work, allowing yourself to get weak and slobby. When your time finally came to fight, when the Elements were separated..."
She leaned in closer, whispering directly into her victim's ear.
"...You were useless."
Celestia cried. Chrysalis was right, she had barely even presented an obstacle for the powerful changeling. The day where her people had depended on her most had come, and she had failed them.
"Please..." she tried again, knowing full well that she could do nothing else but plead.
"Oh, Celestia," she queen giggled. "There's no need to act so pathetically... You already look the part well enough," Chrysalis said, lightly brushing the stub on Celestia's forehead that used to be her horn.
Sensing it was no use, Celestia instead turned to asking questions.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, shaking in her tight bindings with fear.
It was a question she wasn't sure she had the courage to ask. Turned out, she didn't have the courage not to.
Celestia took a deep breath. She didn't want to know, but she needed to.
"A-am I going to die!" she asked slowly, looking up at the changeling with big puppy eyes.
Chrysalis chuckled lightly, the way someone laughs when a child says something silly.
"No," she answered calmly and delightfully.
Somehow, this didn't ease Celestia much. It mostly just made her fear another undesirable possibility.
She turned pale.
"Wi... will I... Will I be... T-t-tortured?" she asked, her voice dripping with fear.
As much as Celestia had turned pale with fear, Chrysalis' cheeks turned red with excitement.
She chuckled deeply, licking her voluptuous lips again.
"Well, of course, you will," she sang gleefully, caressing her prisoner's cheek.
Celestia started crying again, the realization hitting her like bricks.
"P-p-please... I-I beg you, please don't hurt me" she pleaded, even though she knew it wouldn't help her in the slightest.
Chrysalis chuckled yet again.
"Are those really the words of a martyr? You, truly are pathetic. I can barely wait to make you suffer!" she said, putting a leash around the princess' neck.
The clamps that held Celestia pinned suddenly disappeared, allowing her to stand.
And with Chrysalis looking sternly at her, she stood, her limbs aching from after their abuse.
"Come here!" the queen commanded, tugging on her torture slave hard behind her.
Celestia whined as she stumbled after her captor, but she was quick to get back up, as Chrysalis send her a death glare.
Together they walked out of the dungeon and into the caste in silence.
"W-what exactly will happen to me," Celestia finally asked as the two large mares wandered through what used to be her hallways.
"I'll show you in a moment," cooed Chrysalis, and other than her quiet cried and whimpers, Celestia shut her mouth until they arrived.
They enter a bathroom. Her bathroom.
Her eyes widened.
"No..." she said quietly into the air.
During the last three days, the bathroom had been remodeled into a torture chamber... Yet, it was still very much a bathroom.
There was a platform with a shower curtain and various types of soaps and shampoos. there was no showerhead, however. Instead, there was a pillory to trap a pony in, placing their hard roughly in the hight of chrysalis' hight. But there was a crank that allowed it to be lowered down to hoof-level.
Other than that, there was a seat with two protruding leg-rests to keep your thighs separated and lifted high without sitting uncomfortably. And underneath it, around where the seat's users pussy would be, there were some hooks, that could hold another pony's mouth open wide, and some bindings to hold said pony in place.
Finally, there was a metallic coffin, packed with chains and binding to hold a horse in place tightly... Very tightly, like restriction was more needed for this one than the others. At the end of the open coffin, there was a toilet seat.
There were three devices here:
A shower, a urinal, and a toilet.
Celestia looked up and Chrysalis with begging eyes.
"No..."
The queen smiled.
"You'll be my living bathroom... You'll serve my body. You'll know your place below me. Far, far below me."
Too overwhelmed to even panic, the crying Celestia took one last look around the bathroom.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" Celestia's quiet disagreement turned to screaming, as Chrysalis dragged her, violently, to the chair device.
"Comply, idiot!" Yelled Chrysalis as she tugged at Celestia, who had sat herself down on the ground, all four hooves pushed against the floor, hoping her plump plot and hooves would somehow make enough friction for Chrysalis to not be able to move her.
Of course, It didn't. All it did was make sure she had a sore neck when the changeling queen finally got her there.
She whimpered and cried as Chrysalis locked her in place.
"You need to fucking learn your place! I don't want to go through this each time I need to pee. You, Celestia, are a toilet, and toilets don't resist their users!"
She sobbed as Chrysalis put the hooks in between her lips to force her mouth open.
"W-wait!" wailed Celestia, but Chrysalis didn't comply. Why should she when Celestia didn't? She was a queen, after all, she was merely a toilet.
"Shut up! Enough with your endless whining! Use your mouth for something useful for once. Your mouth is worth less than my asshole, got that!? When you kiss my rump, you need to know that it's me who's being defiled the most. your mouth doesn't deserve to touch my divine asshole. My farts are worth more than your words. My shit is worth more than your food. That's how little you matter, you fucking loser!" Chrysalis yelled in anger at her defiant slave, smacking her across the backhead with her hoof in the process.
Celestia was still struggling wildly but what little movement she was capable of barely mattered while restrained to the piss-chair. Whatever Chrysalis decided to do with her now, she would be utterly powerless to stop it.
Seeing Celestia's useless struggling calmed the queen down and even made her chuckle a bit.
"Well, guess I overreacted a bit there. I mean, my shit and your food is the same thing after all, how can one be worth more than the other," she laughed, circling around the princess to look at her face.
She approached the side of the chair, ready to sit on it and press her nether regions against her new toilet's pathetic face.
The two mares looked into each other's eyes once again. Celestia was crying and sniffling.
Chrysalis licked her lips yet again, before grinning at her urinal, showcasing her long, sharp teeth to her.
"Are you ready to experience my personal smells and tastes for the first time, toilet?" she asked Celestia.
The white mare just whimpered and cried some more in response. She would quite literally have done anything else than be a living bathroom for her captor, but here she was, without any say in the matter. About to be abused in disgusting ways.
"Here I come, piss-drinker."
Slowly, Chrysalis lifted her leg over Celestias head, getting into her chair.
Celestia's heart pumped violently and she watched the queens backside intensely as it got closer to her face.
Her plot was large and curvy, much like her own. Her cheeks looked round and firm, yet they jiggled lightly as she moved her weight around.
Her obsidian-black skin was not like a pony's. It wasn't furry and fluffy, but it looked soft and pillow-like
Her asshole was a tight barely puckered, star-shaped cave into her backside. Its edges were as dark as her skin, and it looked leathery, but it was pink and soft looking in the middle.
Her cunt, surprisingly, looked extremely tight. Not at all how the pussy of a mare who fucks for a living should look. Her pussy lips were thick and green, salivating glistening snatch moisture. And the smell... Oh, that smell... Absolutely Horrific.
Chrysalis' asshole was no doubt a stinkbomb as well, but it would need to get closer to be sniffed, but her pussy... Her pussy was oozing with strong feminine musk, causing Celestia to scrunch her poor nose way before the changeling queen had made contact.
She finally sat down at the very back of the seat, leaving somewhere around the length of a small unicorn's horn between her and her slave.
She giggled at Celestia's already tortured breathing, listening to her as she sucked in tainted air through her mouth to avoid her smell, only to end up tasting the thick cunt air instead.
"Oops, must have forgotten to wash my pussy for a few months there," she winked.
Slowly, she lifted up her right leg and placed her thigh in the leg rest, making her cunt more presentable to be licked. Then, she did the same with her left, fully aligning her pussy with Celestia's face.
"Here comes the airplane," she sang like a mother to her feeding child.
Carefully, she scooched herself closer, taking great joy in listening to Celestia's whining as the smell intensified.
It was a sour, yet sweet stench, with fish-like undertones, and a very harsh foulness.
The moment came where Celestia's disgust and Chrysalis sadistic glee both climaxed.
They both felt the other's touch. Chrysalis, the always welcome feeling of a pair of struggling lips and snout against her cunt, and Celestia, a moist, stinky marehood in her face.
Celestia gagged, feeling ready to vomit already.
"If you puke, I'll make you a public toilet, understood?" said Chrysalis, trying to sound scary but unable to contain her joy. This torture was amazing, not only did she not have to do anything, as just sitting still would make her victim suffer greatly, she was also getting herself a nice pussy massage in the process. How could she sound menacing with that happening?
Luckily, she didn't need to, Celestia contained herself.
"Hmm, good. Let's just stay like this for a while, so you can smell and taste me," said Chrysalis.
She then leaned back into her seat, putting her front hooves behind her neck to rest while her slave suffered.
Smiling sadistically from ear to ear, and with cheeks as red as a sunset, she fell asleep.
For half an hour, Celestia huffed cunt, before her torturer woke up again.
Chrysalis yawned as she listened to the lovely noises of Celestia still smelling her nasty snatch.
"Well, piss-cess. I think the time has come for you to have a nice, sour drink, straight from my bladder."
She forced herself forwards making sure there was not even a sliver room between her and her slave's pried open mouth. No way she could spill her rancid piss. It was all going down her throat.
Celestia moaned and whimpered, closing her eyes.
the very next moment, Chrysalis let a tiny splutter if strong-tasting urine splash across Celestia's tongue, burning the sour taste in.
Celestia literally screamed into her owner's cunt.
Chrysalis laughed as she started peeing.
Her urine flowed in, filling the poor princess' mouth, making her sputter and cough, choking on the sour-tasting liquid.
Shortly after, her mouth filled up, and she was forced to start drinking.
Chrysalis laughed loudly as she heard her slave gulp down her sour urine.
"Mmm, yummy piss, huh?" she taunted, still filling her slave with her nasty bladder-juice.
All good things must come to an end, however, and after the longest fifteen seconds in Celestia's life, chrysalis' steady stream turned to a soft creek, then finally just sour droplets at the tip of her poor, burning tongue.
"Ahhh. there we go."
Finally, Chrysalis got up, though not before pressing her marehood in even harder and wiggling her hips to smear her toilet's face with urine and cunt musk.
"Ah... See you soon, bitch," she said, spitting in Celestia's face before releasing the crying mare from the torture device.
"I'm gonna go eat dinner now... You'll have to wait with yours. I need to digest it first," she taunted before leaving with a cruel laugh.
Celestia curled up on the floor and fell asleep in her own misery. She just drank piss, and it was horrible... Soon, it would be feces.
Time was impossible to tell as it passed endlessly in the Queen Chrysalis' dark bathroom, without as much a sound to indicate it was really even passing at all.
Celestia found herself almost missing her previous cell because at least down there, the noise of dripping water would keep her insured that the world around her wasn't just empty blackness... Oh, and also, down there she wasn't expected to eat literal feces for an evil queen.
The floor on which she laid was cold and her abused tongue still tasted faintly like piss. Not to mention the smell of dirty bug cunt stuck to her muzzle in the form of her torturer's glistening, hormone-filled, ripe, musky, pussy-juice.
There she laid, a defeated ex-princess, dreading the moment where this dark, cursed room would once again light up and her curvy tormenter, eyes shining with sadistic glee, would walk in to torture her with her bodily functions.
She couldn't get the sight out her head. Each time she closed her eyes, Chrysalis' evil smile appeared in her mind, followed shortly by her torturers snatch.
She had managed to sleep for a few hours, somehow, but now, she could no more. she was trapped awake, and she had a feeling that she'd been lying there, pitying herself for so long now, that her abuser could walk in at any moment.
She feared intensely that the time was almost upon her... that her impending doom was looming in the shadows.
She would do anything. Absolutely anything to not taste shit, but she had nothing to offer. She had no kingdom, no wealth. Her captor had already claimed everything from her. The only thing she had was whatever value the joy of shitting into an open mouth brought Chrysalis. Nothing else. That was all that kept her alive.
When that heavy door finally opened, Celestia pissed herself in fear.
The light was turned on, and Chrysalis walked in, smiling cruelly at her frightened, whimpering toilet slave, who laid curled up in a pool of her own urine, squinting her eyes in response to the sudden light.
She enjoyed the sight of her pathetic slave. She approached her slowly, watching her cringe as she heard her queen closing in.
"Good morning, Celestia," the queen sang, putting a hoof beneath the chin of her crying slave, lifting up her face to look her into her shivering, blank eyes.
"I had such a wonderful dinner last evening. It was just incredible. Aged cheese, grilled vegetables, vine, risotto, mushrooms, bread, cakes, ice cream, chocolate. It was worthy of a queen, darling."
She moved her muzzle closer to Celestia's, her smile turning even crueler as she did.
"And I've spent all night, turning that wonderful meal brown and stinky. Cooking within my bowels, a breakfast, fit for a slave. Out of my queenly dining experience, only logs of nasty shit remain."
Celestia's already pathetic sobbing turned to audible crying, making the queen giggle with delight.
She took her eyes off of her living toilet and stared passed her still smiling widely.
She nodded in the direction of Celestia's fat plot, indicating for her to look behind her, where the toilet-torture chair stood ready, menacing as ever.
"You see that, Celestia. That is where you serve me at your lowest. That is where you eat my brown," Chrysalis declared proudly, licking her thick, moist lips in sadistic excitement.
Celestia's own lips were shivering as she stared up at the horrible device, meant to hold her in place and keep her mouth open wide while her torturer defiled her.
Slowly she turned her neck back and looked at Chrysalis, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"P-p-please... No..." she whimpered pleadingly, shaking her head in disgust.
What followed from the queen, was a deep, bellowing laughter, so unimaginably cruel that it instantly turned any thin shred of dying hope Celestia had left to dust.
"Oh, poor thing," she continued in a sickeningly sweet, sarcastic voice. "What's wrong? Not hungry?"
She didn't answer. She merely lowered her head in sad shame, before feeling her torturer's hoof beneath her chin, once again lifting her head up.
"Look at me, Celestia."
Reluctantly, she did, staring fearfully into the eyes of her beautiful, smiling owner.
"We're not doing that today. If I did, you'd squirm and spill scat everywhere. Sure, most of it would glide down your throat, but I don't wanna make a mess."
Celestia's scared, teary expression was almost unchanged, but she did look at least a little relieved.
"That's not to say you won't experience my filth, it will just be in a more controlled environment."
She looks back at the heavily restrictive torture device, reconsidering her choice of words.
"Well?... I suppose less controlled, really... But definitely easier on you."
She looks back to her victim.
"But first..."
She rises, grabbing onto Celestia's leash with her magic, forcing her up along with her.
The ex-princess struggled and wailed, trying not to follow, but having been starved, and having her horn broken clean off, she stood no chance, and defaulted to merely crying and whimpering audibly, willingly clopping after her queen towards the piss-chair.
Chrysalis sat her thick rump down once again, placing her thighs in their holders like at a gynecologist, before restraining Celestia with her face in front of her exposed genitals, placing the hooks in her mouth to keep it open for her to mess in.
Cestia tried to prepare herself mentally, but even if that had been possible for her, which it most certainly wasn't, she would have been preparing for the wrong thing.
Chrysalis slighted her ass forwards, lifting up the thigh-holders slightly as she did.
This pulled her chubby ass cheeks upwards enough to align her filthy asshole with Celestia's face rather than her cunt.
Celestia, shocked at this unexpected turn of events, closed her eyes and tried to no avail to move her face away from the twitching anus, right as a thick, slobby, beefy fart escaped the queen's bowels and blew across her restrained face and into her open mouth and exposed nostrils.
The rotten smell and taste overtook the poor mare simultaneously and she gagged violently.
The queen farted again, stinking up her living toilet's face even further.
"You like those, Celestia? In a way, my farts are like the scents of your kitchen. They indicate what kind of culinary experience that awaits you."
Celestia cried while Chrysalis let out more of her nasty exhaust.
She had tried to hold her breath, but in her panicked state, she could no longer and she forced herself to swallow down a big mouthful of the nasty air, the rotten, meaty taste filling her mouth all the way to the back of her throat, as she did.
Her throat burning with nasty fart taste, she immediately switched to smelling it, only to discover this way of inhaling was even worse, her eyes watering even further due to the horrible smell.
Suddenly, the sound of the queen relaxing was followed by a sour golden shower, spreading itself all over Celestia's head, dripping down her face onto her body and into her mouth, where the sour stingy taste combined with the queenly farts.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," The queen taunted, still relieving herself all over her shivering victim.
"Once the princess of the sun, you are now the lowest creature in this entire nation. You're even lower than the worms that fill my garden soil. You're nothing but a filthy toilet. A piss drinker, a fart huffer, a pathetic filth swallower. You are just a thing for me to relieve myself in, and now, my little toilet, I'm going to shit."
"Noooooohohooo!" Celestia cried out loudly, still overwhelmed by the unholy experience of the intense smell and the beyond horrible taste of her new owner's farts combined with the sour urine trickling down her once white, royal fur.
That was not why she was crying this desperately, however. That was owed to the fact that she was about to experience something far, far nastier...
Compared to what the Queen had planned for her, the previous torture had merely been a warm-up. Like pulling out a few teeth of the victim before giving them the knee-splitter, or perhaps like whipping them a while, before putting them on the rack... For Celestia... This was her rack.
The play session was over. Celestia had been deemed to be sufficiently warmed up. The harsher torture could finally start. She was about to truly suffer. It would not be painful, but it might as well have been, for defilement of this caliber could barely be rivaled by any form of classical torture. For a princess, there was no worse fate. For there was no deeper fall from glory, than going from goddess to sceptic tank.
...
She was wailing and screaming like a desperate child because she knew she was about to be force-fed Queen Chrysalis' literal fecal matter, and having to heave for air through the queen's nasty pre-shit flatulence, had certainly not helped ease her nerves for this awful experience. Her eyes were darting wildly in an attempt to watch her captors anus as it was held against her pried open mouth, her instincts telling her to keep watch over the threat before her, even if this would make no difference in her disgusting fate.
Above her, Chrysalis was smirking cruelly, her deep-green eyes glowing with victorious glee. She enjoyed every rattle of her toilet's bindings as the Ex-Princess thrashed against them, to no avail. Even more than that, she adored the endless, panicked screams of the bound equine, and the feeling of her desperate breaths against her unwashed anus and marehood. Oh, the humiliation she brought upon that filthy horse by merely sitting here, having her endure her scents and superiority.
"Thleaaase! THLEAAAASSSSEEEE!! " Celestia begged loudly, her words unable to properly form due to the hooks that held her unfortunate maw agape and ready to receive its torturous meal.
She could feel the Queen's royal anus unfolding lightly against her parted lips, a light crackling sound accompanied by a light fart, the puff of rancid gas oozing into her mouth, the scent burning her tongue like a toxic torch. The queen's sadistic smirk was turning to an expression of almost orgasmic joy, her cheeks turning redder as her eyes gently rolled upwards. She had been fantasizing about this for years. Oh, how often has she not imagined herself defiling the filthy horse-goddess in this manner. Now it was finally happening, and it was even better than she dared dream about.
The queen's mouth slid open, strings of saliva connecting her two rows on deadly teeth, soon broken as her long tongue rolled out, laying across her thick lower lips, her breathing turning louder, while she strained herself.
Celestia's screaming only got louder as she felt the anal kiss against her lips. Heavy tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the urine. She wailed like a child who thought their parents gone. She wailed on the very top of her lungs, as Chrysalis sighed in sadistic euphoria, her tainted flower unfolding like an unholy rose blossoming with torment.
At the very climax of her screeching cries, Celestia's voice was muffled. All at once, she felt almost silent, her white cheeks turning green with disgust, and her teary eyes rolling back with utter nausea.
Chrysalis's thick, dark log slid across her equine tongue and slowly it made it passed her uvula, triggering her gag reflexes. But any natural reflexes her body had were quickly drowned out, as her queen continued to unload her foul waste, her log soon lodging down into her throat, preventing her from puking.
" Argh ... a ,... urgh .... *whimper* "
There was nothing Celestia could do while she was being forcefed this way, the vile fecal stench was oozing out of her own nostrils with each strained breath she took. The soft, yet solid log of changeling waste was pushing deeper into throat, soon sliding down her esophagus.
"Eat it, Celestia ~" The queen uttered in evil bliss as she felt her reeking waste fill her prisoner's throat. Chrysalis could smell her vile waste from where she sat, and while she didn't find she scent pleasant in any way, the thought of how horrible an experience Celestia was having made her enjoy every vile whiff. Her thoughts were skipping straight past how unpleasant it was for her, and straight to how much worse it was for her victim, bathed in the stench. Choking on it, like a cock of defilement.
Celestia, was not given a choice anyway. The queen's log of dung was girthy and filling, and as it slowly snailed its way into her, deeper and deeper. Her body was given no choice but to gulp it down.
The taste of fresh, warm, bitter waste was increased tenfold as she started sucking down the gross dump. The feeling of lumps of shit breaking from the main load and gliding down had her in a haze of utter suffering. Yet, she swallowed. She gulped down piece after piece, her face wilting like a flower with each consecutive slurp of fecal-matter, the back of the turd liquifying with her saliva, making it go down easily, as much as she wanted it out.
This was utter bliss for the new queen, and literal hell for the former princess turned toilet-slave.
