Mare gives in to Bf's scat requests, Bf dislikes, Gf Likes, Gf makes Bf Toiletslave, non-fatal.
(Kink information and guide available in the full description.)
This is your warning~.
Reign has been together with Sinder for a long time now, long enough that his particularly filthy kinks have been made known. Despite this they've stuck together. Even joking about him being her toilet. Until one day, when the joke went too far...
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(Spoilers) (Character Quote: "Giving you exactly what you asked for." -Sinder. )
(Quick guide:
Farts, gas, teasing, face sitting, willing, scat eating, filthy.
After 1st: Time passes after the awkward event. Intrusive teasing, scat teasing.
After 2nd: Dirty ass worship, unwilling, licking butt.
After 3rd: Facesitting, forced scat eating.
After 4th: The new arrangement.
After 5th: A friendly visit.
After 6th: Betrayal, toilet slave, stuck in toilet, filth, forced scat eating.
After 7th: Epilogue, objectification, gathering friends for a party. )
(Legend:
Cent: Short term for centimetre. Deci: Short term for decimetre. Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates. Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)
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“Oomph. O-ok, get ready b-babe ,” she huffed out above me. -Sllpgshrlt- The cheeks clamped onto me, and I watched the brim twitch. -Cllprth- -Clpprsth- Then gradually, swell, budding outwards, until -Shhrrllprsffrt- The brim peeled back with a crinkle of wood pulp, the berth of the pucker caving under the girth of raw umber.
-Ppwrrrfft- I felt the air rattle in the wake of Sinder's vapors. Catching a glimpse of her auburn tail fluttering in the exchange of gas. I took it in; a funk that titillated my nostrils with just a hint of peach lingering in the simmer of steam.
“Ooo, that one was hot, I could feel it from all the way here,” I call out from the couch as Sinder finished plating the chips.
“You're Groooss,” she called back, sauntering in with the movie snacks.
My eyes trailed her hind as she walked past.
“You know my face is available, should you ever feel the need to go~.”
Sinder shuffled her tangerine cheeks into the cough and crunched some chips. “Reign, how much of a perv you gonna be today? Sheesh, just shut up, will ya?” Sinder said with a nudge to my shoulder.
“You know what'd shut me up good? Bricking up that wide load of an ass on my face~”
Sinder rolled her eyes with an amused scoff, “Yeah I bet you'd enjoy that.”
I let out a little sigh. We'd made progress, for sure. Least this was better than never talking about it.
As the movie played we sunk back into the couch, putting away chips and exchanging a kiss once in a while. A cozy thursday afternoon.
-Ghhbbrrgglgs- The growl quaked through the very couch, I could feel it rattle up my hind moments before Sinder clutched her barrel. “Ooopfhgs… Reign, pause, pause,” she lamented as she wrapped her hooves tighter.
“What? Honey are you okay?”
“Fine,” she wheezed, “Those enchiladas just aren't sitting that well…”
I peek at her tummy. Opportunity presented on a silver platter, “You know babe, you don't have to get up.”
She peeked at me.
“I mean, I'll help you out~.”
Sinder sucked her lip. “Reign, babe,” she muttered, “I'm serious.”
“I'm serious too.,” I clutched her hoof and peered into her eyes, sharing a warmth built up over years together.
“Babe. Come on, I can hold it. I cant just-”
“It'll be cool. I promise my face's comfier than a cold old seat.”
“Ssnnf…” -Bbrglglpgh- her gut roared once more. “Aah fine, okay, but not a word to any pony else.”
My eyes gleamed. It was really gonna happen. She shuffled up from the couch just enough for me to wedge my head beneath her rear. Slotting my muzzle into the plush curtains of her flanks which billowed over my features, to the twitching brim nestled in the depths of her crack.
“Ommmnnf,” she shuffled awkwardly. “Don't expect to make a habit out of this… this just solves my personal emergency and your pervert emergency in one swoofwhhmmmfg…” she huffed out. -Ghrrbghhgs-
The gurgle of her guts spiralled down her bowels and I felt the reverberation of the orange buns clapping into my cheeks. My face was steaming in the excitement. It wasn't the most romantic moment I could have imagined doing it in, but it was gonna happen. Piping fresh straight from Sinder's fudge factory.
-Ghrghgshtct- Another growl. It was getting close, soon I'd-. -PPPwrrrflllrprprprtsh- The force of the flatulence smacked the flanks over my muzzle, anchoring me to them physically as the gas flooded my features. The heat, the soothing moisture, the… t-the… My face scrunched up. What left my girlfriends' rear was not a fart, it was… a miasma; a dense fog worming its way through the depths of my nostrils, down the corners of my eyes, past my pursed lips, hooking into my senses with serrated jags of rust and burning plastics.
“Phfhaa-. Ooogush... pah-…” I coughed it back, though it only sought its way back into me, after recoiling on the orange buns… Where was the comfort? Where was that tantalizing aroma and peachy character? Every semblance of lewd musk was banished, broiled away until nought but raw vitriol fumigated me. I felt my head pulsating inside my skull… maybe, this one just, was overripe. Yeah, something wrong with it. My girlfriend's fart couldn't be… couldn't be…
“Oomph. O-ok, get ready b-babe…,” she huffed out above me. -Sllpgshrlt- The cheeks clamped onto me, and I watched the brim… twitch. -Cllprth- -Clpprsth- Then gradually, swell, budding outwards, until… -Shhrrllprsffrt- The brim peeled back with a crinkle of wood pulp, the berth of the pucker caving under the girth of raw umber.
The humidity radiating form it was concentrated in the crack and slammed into me; a wall of pungent filth that sprouted through my nostrils and clogged them with an air of distilled mildew. How could it be worse? How could it be… so much worse? I reach up, grabbing onto my girlfriend's flanks. The broom resting on a pair of yarn wads making up her cutie mark had never seemed this intimidating.
“Gmrnnghsa, aah this is gonna be a big one…,” she huffed out above me.
-Gbbrnnpgh- her weight shifted, cheeks, piled onto me, pinning me under the brunt of her body weight. I hadn't realised she'd held herself up until now, when her ass mangled me into part of the butt-groove on the couch, and the pillar of muck, -Chrlrpssgrrrlth- slotted into my maw. It punctured past my lips, this battering ram of congealed fermentation, tugging my lips in the clutches of the gluing ichor coating its surface, subjecting me to the onslaught of manure packing down my maw. It wasn't meaty. It wasn't soft or supple. It rejected all the notions I had painted it up to be. Instead… it was crude oil… putrid tar, barrelling down my throat like a sledgehammer, plastering a skid mark of burnt rubber onto my tongue as it contorted my gullet, malforming my flesh in its invasion. -Sqrrhhrlspqsgh- I couldn't tell if the squelching retch of vibrations was my own tissue distorting, or the mulch compiling…
“Mmgpgsh mfmpsoo. Ooo you can… m… really take it back there, huh?” Sinder huffed.
“Mgpgl Mgpgh,” I couldn't move. Her desperation subsumed me as the ballast unloaded. Torching muck egressed from my partner's hot ass, to immediately marr my lips and plunge into me. Each breath I had to take in went through the tangled web of fractured bile, wheezed through the neck bloated and warping around the contorting salvo of sludge.
-Pfprbrphrrrpt- another puff of gas flushed over me, greasing my face in the noxious air, hooking deeper into the puncture in my nose left by the first bellow. Smelling salt in the wounds. I kept swallowing and swallowing, just for a gasp of air, the cheeks rustling around me.
“Mfmfs. Phoo, that's actually, oomf. I can feel how much your muzzle waited to wedge up my ass…” she huffed out… -Fllchhrlsptah- The mare pinching off another salvo of manure, lounging back in the cough as the bales constipated her boyfriend's entire gullet…
“Haaaamfmsm wwmmmoooo… phew, ooh that's good…” Sinder huffed out, sweeping her cheeks down over me, lingering as her focus drew back to the show.
I brushed over her cheeks, kneading into them, until she lifted a flank.
“Hey perv, sorry if you need some air, I don't think I have any left in me.”
I pried my face out of her crack -Slclrlpsth- with a crinkle of clotting glue, tethers of grease and… grime stretching between our lips…
“Phew, was that ever a cheesy load. So, I'm actually kinda curious, what'd ya think of all my fresh fudge?”
That wasn't fudge. That… was sewage.
“Aw babe you're so cute when you are wide eyed. Don't have to say anything, just bask in the taboo glory of my flanks, the one chance you got it~” She teased and tugged me up onto the couch, wrapping a hoof around my and nuzzling against my neck. “Phew, you reek like a batch of spoiled peaches.”
“A-ah…, yeah, t-that was a lot.”
“But don't think you got full access to my haunches just cause you got there once, ok babe?”
I let out a soft sigh of relief. My head was still steaming… I could – still – taste it in my ears… how?
“Unless…”
I swallowed.
“You ask nicely, or I – really – have to go~.”
I put on a grin and nodded. The bulk of the dump still weighed in my guts…
~ 1 ~
“Hey, babe? Babe?”
I groaned, turning over in bed, robbed from slumber, feeling the blankets in a tangle over my frame. I peeked up at Sinder, “Mm… y-yeah?”
She beamed, then stifled her expression, “I'm going to the bathroom.”
I blinked, “Okay?”
A soft snicker. “Just wanted to let you know~.” She sauntered off with a sway of her cheeks. I laid back, groggy, yet wide awake. That was, rather frisky of her.
A few days passed without major incidence.
“Pheeo, I don't know what I ate, but I'm, so constipated,” Sinder said as she waltzed through the door.
I looked up form washing the dishes and smiled, “Feeling a bit backed up~?”
“Oooh yes, enough that I don't know if the toilet can survive this load,” she said, lips curling up to reveal a toothy smirk.
“Hope you'll… go easy on it then.”
“Don't know if I can promise that,” she said with a swish of her tail, “but if it chokes on us… I'll be sure, to let you know to clear your throat,” She strutted off with steps that hefted and accentuated her cheeks with soft bounces, waiting between each tread for maximum jiggle.
My eyelid twitched. Just… how serious was she…? It was just banter… right? Right? I tried to think of her rump. -Chrrrllghs- But it only made my stomach knot…
The week progressed.
A dinner home, together. We chatted about the week whilst munching up the refried bean and thistle stew.
“… So then, Tulip did drop her wrench, and you know what happened next?”
“You can't be serous.”
“Yup, I can,” Sinder said proud, “I caught it, hoof only, no magic.”
“Wow, weird how you were just talking about it, and then it happened. Think Tulip dropped it on purpose or was it just a coincidental?”
“She'd have to climb all the way down the house's foundation to get it again. Would be a prank that cost her a lot of construction time.”
“Good thing you caught it, I know I wouldn't have been able to.”
Suddenly, Sinder smirked, “Don't put yourself down, babe. I know something you'd be… an expert, in catching.”
I swallowed, and looked right into her hot, searing eyes, drilling me.
“You know, if you'd like some more of this tasty meal,” she said, putting on her sultry voice, “just have to wait a bit for my gut to be done with baking it… a bit of, re-refried beans, how's that sound?”
-Gllmmp- I swallowed, peered down to the plate. This stew… a mushy glut of dark muck. Slimy strands of thistle forming a membrane. It almost looked like… But, shouldn't have. Was it made on… purpose? “S-so hey, that high rise is gonna have its foundation done by the end of the month, right?”
Sinder blinked, gaze neutered, “Oh, well, maybe another moon, actually.”
“Ah, right. Condo building again?”
“Yeah,” she then corrected herself. “Condos with store-fronts on the bottom floor.”
“Right, so the standard affair.”
“Ee-yup,” she said with a pop of her lips.
The silence hung in the air between us like a stale fart.
Sinder strode past me. -Brrroomfmth- And laid out a haunch clapping fart in my path, a reek simmering up my nostrils. She didn't comment on it. Just strode on. It had been over a week now… She had gotten more frisky with it, though also, quieter. Maybe I should talk to her… eh. That'd be awkward.
~ 2 ~
-Frlrlspsshth- -Cldlpsthn- A door slammed opened as the toilet still flushed.
“Reign, come here.”
“Sinder? Something you need?”
She wrapped her hoof around my neck and tugged me into the bathroom. The reek still lingered.
“I just finished, and we're out of toilet paper~”
“I'll go pick up som-”
“Oh, babe, just let me treat you to this,” she said as her horn glowed. Restraining me in a field of crystaline energy. She scooched her hindquarters up onto my face -Cslpgtht- “Just get in, there is a little chocolate kiss for you to smooch, babe.”
The tart whistle of tar stung down to my throat, her winking, smeared rim reeking of dead beans.
“Mfbgb babe,” I mumbled. -Sflflpsh- She only slid her cheeks back further. She was serious. With a shaky breath, I let my tongue roll out, and tentatively brushed through her crack -Shrlrlspt-. It congealed in my maw.
“Mfns. aaah. That's, soo nniicee… o-of you, babe. Better thank me proper amsmf fmms, after getting to lap my pucker clean. Don't you like wading down my stinky crack? I know how long you've mfI'vm fms you've waited for this.”
The putrid taste was outmatched by the haunting realization that had nested for too long: Sinder, really, liked it. But I was too embarrassed to tell the truth.
Our toilet paper drained faster that usual. We seldom had any. One time I saw the bin full of crumpled up plies. It wasn't even hidden, more a display of blooming paper… Soon, I was in the bathroom with her every time she went. A waste to buy more toilet paper, when she had me. I Thought I'd build up a resistance to the taste. But the count was on seven now… and It looked glum.
~ 3 ~
“Oomph… babe,” Sinder said as she dragged me into the bathroom. “I've really pigged out on enchiladas, again. Mmy, worshippable booty, feels like it might explode with creamy, fluffy mare chocolate. You know we can't handle the plumbing bill. Think you could mend me? Tour sweet lips to my hot pucker and give it a thick, muddy kiss?”
My eyelid twitched, biting down on my lower lip and shaking. “Sinder, n-no, I won't.” Saying it shook my spine. She too, froze mid-drag into the toilet, and just stared at me.
It was tough, but, I'd have to say it sooner or later-.
“Oh, for Luna's sake, stop. Enough with this playing hard to get, jam your face up my rump and choke on my dung,” she restrained me, and shifted to jail my face in her ass; I caught a glimpse of her gaze. It was warm. But, unlike the fiery passion we''d shared, this was the tempered, flames having forged it into steel.
-Sgglllrgllrrcht- Her cheeks buried me. -Flsrphthgrlrpgttsss- And she relinquished her load right into me, my face getting caked in a clump of mulch before I was forced to part my lips, and… chug. Chug and feel my tastebuds fry, my cheeks swelling, and my gullet engorging in rolling dunes of warped skin, filth searing my sinews and mangling my maw.
It wasn't fluffy, it wasn't smooth or succulent, it was raw. Raw, gritty, honest. From the spun sugar in my mind to coarse pepper assaulting my throat. “Mmgng smpgahaa oough ayes, amfms, your face feels so good up my ass… get your muzzle in there, fms. You deserve it. You deserve all the attention my ass can give you, fsm, sm eat it all you muck glutton…” she groaned out between pants and shudders. My senses were smothered in the tepid avalanche curling down my neck, constantly congesting my throat.
I tried to close my eyes, to grin and bear it; but locking my other senses, only amplified the vile mulch. -Chrlpgshhyllch- The slimy crinkles of each tough chunk burrowing down my neck and swelling my cheeks like a toad. Trapped in this cage of groggy putrefaction with the feminine manure of my girlfriend’s love.
~ 4 ~
“Phoo, there.” Sindre said, standing up and fanning over her muzzle. A cough creeping up at eher rear. “Aww, come now. That wasn't such a bad one, or maybe it just wasn’t enough for you. I'll pig out a bit for you over the weekend. But, speaking of…” Sinder said, leaning closer. “Don't you think we… should make it official?”
I shuddered.
“I mean, you've been here for, two weeks? Oh wait, has it been a moon already? Wow, and you've been out like… twice? Thrice? And that's just because I couldn't be bothered to get up~. So, I called a friend over, to introduce us proper~. So sit tight, and be on your best behaviour, alright, mud pie?”
~ 5 ~
Point Post wiped his brow with a wing, “Just gonna use the bathroom, be back and join you in a sec.” The pegasus called out to Sinder. A bit strange, they'd been playing games for well over two hours, and Reign still wasn't back yet. But, if he knew him, his friend would show up sooner or later. Point lifted the toilet lid.
“F-finnally,” I cried out.
“Whoaoa,” Point stumbled back and dropped the lid back over me. It echoed hollow, but soon he peeked in side. “That's, really you.”
I nodded as much as I was allowed, neck jammed up the toilet bowl, the rest held in a magically expanded chamber in the drains. Stale muck caked the seams where porcelain met my yellow coat. My mane a tangled mess.
“What…? Oooh wow, you finally got your wish. Wow I'd never think Sinder would go along with this,” Point swelled in joy, “You gotta tell me how-.”
“This wasn't my idea.”
“Huh?”
“I don't… I don't like this as much as I thought I would.”
“Huh. And you're, still here.”
“I couldn't say no.”
“Why should, dude, hang on, how do you get out?”
“Whe-when Sinder wants me to…”
“Wus’ that?”
“She lets me out if she can't take her eyes off her who's, but still gotta… take a…”
“Wow…,” Point mulled it over. “That's, pretty pathetic, dude.”
I frowned, “Will you please, please just help me?”
“Ok, ok, dude, I understand. Of course I will.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“On… one condition.”
“Yes, I'll forgive you for never returning my Playcrate XXX, it isn't even that big a de-.”
“I wanna cum on you.”
The sheer candour broke my expression, “Hh-huh?”
“Dude, you realise how hot this is? How could I miss getting my dick sucked off by a toilet?”
“That's not-. Point.”
“Just a quickie? Please? I know you'll like it too, perv. I've done more than enough erp with you to know what makes you tick.”
Apparently not, when not even I seemed to know tha' I thought, but swallowed. “Ok, I'll do it, just be quick before.”
-Kfthnnnd- The door slammed open. “Point,” Sinder called.
“Woahoa, yeah?”
“You ruined the surprise.”
“Oh, sorry, Reign was just.”
“I'm not talking to you…” she stepped past him, staring down at me, her anger framed in the oval of the white ceramics. “You've ruined everything.”
“B-babe wait-” -Tthndk- The lid slammed shut.
“My sincerest apologies for the toiletry, Point. Come, I think I know a way to… make it up to you…”
I heard it echo in the distance as they stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me again to stew… in stale excrement.
I waited… the day faded into evening. And evening into night. They didn't come back.
~ 6 ~
-Cttnn- I woke to the creak of the lid, blinking sleep out of my eyes as I stared up at a blur of blue coat, shrouding my vision as it -Thdnwp- planted onto the seat.
“Morning, Reign.”
“P-point?”
“Yeah… pho… y-yeah,” he huffed. I saw his stallionhood droop down, a trickle of urine introducing an acrid air of ammonia in the stuffy bowl. Though this odour intermingled with dried sweat, and crusted, briny musk… His dick still pulsed as the bowl stunk of lovemaking.
“P-point… what did y-you do?”
“Phew… I know what you like in her, Sinder's… a cougar. I couldn't, hold her back, sofas eventually I stopped.” -Ppfbrhrhprth- The burst of smog echoed in the bowl, reverberating with the realization, integrating it with the reeking air of wilted garlic boiled in asphalt. I coughed, wheezing weakly.
“Y-you-…”
“Eventually. I just stopped holding her back, sh-she had some, fmsm, convincing bargains.” -Clrlptah- his pucker creaked open, throbbing back and forth with a patch of barf yellow, beige mulch.
“H-hey. W-wait. W-wait. Y-you are still gonna free me?”
“Mrmg. I've really gotta drop this batch, kept it since yesterday…”
“B-but… I-I'll suck your dick, y-you'll get your cock serviced b-by a w-willing toilet,” I pleaded.
“Fmpagh… -Cllrrp- Sorry, bud… Kinda, all out, I spent my spunk at Sinder's back bank. Mmms, made a huge rear deposit,” he huffed out, and strained as the pit pried open, peeling over the salvo of prickling manure…
I opened up, letting my jaw hang low. It was instinct. If I didn't… it would stick to me. Linger and ferment further into my hide, or worse… entomb me under the avalanche of gunk. So, I felt my friend's filth percolate past my maw, staining my gob in the salty vinaigrette of rectum baked clay. It wound down my throat. -Gllgmghs- -Gmnglshlt- Each swallow budged the alcove in the percaline around my neck, swelling my gullet to fill with the space, and if I didn't swallow it fast enough… then… first it ached, then it pinched, choked. -Glpgghs- -Glrrpgst- But, it was routine now. I'd done it too many times. I functioned as intended… slotted into my role as the entrance to the sewers, the drain pipe below. -Gbghglspah- My stomach jostled, engorged into its own socket, though unlike the one for my neck, this one was spacious… I only felt the side of my stomach brushing against it, and ahead was an abyss. How much manure could I store at a time? How much had Sinder imagined I could hold?… How much did she account for?… I was lost in the vacancy of an answer, so I could only guess, guess, and dread. Dread that I would never find out. Dread… that one day, I would.
“Mmpfgh sampaha. Oooh yfoo. I needed this… this mess's been like a butt-plug all night, with how much I've rocked it,” Point huffed out, wiping his brow again and lounging back, giving me only the sliver of light between his thighs.
-Glpggsmp- -Ghhppfunkt- The pinch and tug of my neck against the ceramic… my sinew warping and straining under the bulk of muck radiating pungent steam… He barely acknowledged me… I rattled through tired, stale muscles.
“Pho, but gm yeah, maybe if I go alognmsmfs, with this a bit more, we could set up a threesome. And then, hey, we'll get you out, so, fmms, just gotta be patient. Fmsm, hfmppo, oh yeah, get your muzzle up there, I'm not the best wiper.”
In the darkness of the toilet, in the shade of the cheeks, I only got to see in the twilight between the lid opening, closing, or the hind resting back on me. That was all a toilet bowl ever saw of the light, after all. Unless something was wrong with it. I feared, that I'd find out the limit of the gut socket of the tube encasing me. Dreading that I'd have to be… fixed, replaced. Or… if I'd just… meld into the piping, stop being me, and just… disappear…
Point neglected to say goodbye - the only goodbye I got, was the clatter of the lid. -Cltlprhhths-
~ 7 ~
-Pfppthtpht- -Cbbrrllrht- “Haaa, I can't believe you'd embarrass me that much. I thought you'd be a great toilet, you've pestered me since before we got together you know. Least you can do itfsamm, work.”
I stayed silent.
“Oh, and babe, don't worry, That whole fling with Point, one-off thing, just to get the mood up. Really it's your own fault. But, we did work out a compromise.”
-Cllfpthcchtrt- -Kkrllpdtthhllchp- The manure crawled down my throat, a bloated anaconda choking me from the inside out. The filth creaking like mud brought down on a stack of autumn leaves.
“I've given him free access to you. Whenever he comes over, for dumps, or more, lewd activities. Might as well, right? Gotta train you up to be a functioning toilet,” she said and lifted one haunch to peer at me, “Ain't that right?” -Cltpsths- she dropped it before I could even emote. “So, because of that, I've decided, why not just do it with a bang?” she held down her phone, the fluorescence of the screen guiding my eyes to the text. A party, and a list of accepted invitations. “All our friends are coming over. One huge party, all of ‘em saving their loads just for you.”
I quivered, wheezed, “Mgmpgsh mfhwhwffs.”
“Yes, we've all gotta show them what a good toilet you are, right?” she said, smashing her cheeks down to cram -Flrrlsptth- the muck back down my throat.
I stared at the screen, seeing everypony's comments.
'Urch, disgusting.'
'Gotta see it to believe it.'
'Yeah, but can you imagine?'
'Yeah, I can, as finally our little mud foal can realise his dreams.'
'H-hey, I've kinda come down with something, I might still be a bit… runny by the time of the party, that ok?'
“Oo,” Sinder said, and typed a reply. “Of course, our toilet can swallow, erhm, flush, anything~”
I recognized her tone as I choked back her muck. She peered down at me, her eyes lighting up in the silhouette to the sliver into my ordinary life. Her gaze glancing past me, the fire had gone out, cold and not in a sense of contempt, but as if there was nothing to see.
A warm beam of sunlight brushed against my chin. The morning making itself known with a calm prod. I open my eyes, yawn, and stretch… A soothing calm seep through my body as take up the entire bed with body. It truly felt like I could breathe in. Moseying out of bed I took a moment to admire the bedroom; really had gotten it tidy over the past week. Opening a drawer I saw my dresses laid out nice, even if all of them were in one shelf there was so much space left. To think I had once had to keep these cramped up with a b, half as many clothes meant double the space.
“Hmm… dress…” I mumbled. I held up one, mint green with white frills, hold I wear this to the party? Would the party even work out as It was? -Gbhhrgglpsb- I brushed down my barrel, putting back the dress and swiping up my phone. Maybe.
I shuffled into the bathroom, got my toothbrush ready, flipped up the lid to the toilet… -Dppmmpthd- My flank planted down on the lid, closing, my pudge welling onto the brim and sealing it shut underneath my thighs. One hoof on brush on my phone, the other occupied with brushing my teeth. -Pphhfrrooorpth- A thick fart sputtered out of my hind, sending a shiver up my spine, pinching my thighs together, yet the odour of pickled cheese and burnt onions still seeped out to taint the air.
“Uurppgh, They've really shhrturted too shtinnkhf.” I mumbled out around the toothbrush. Guess I had been treating myself more recently. The food budget had stayed roughly the same even if there wasn't anypony to share it with. -Pprrllrklrlrttltccsssffh- I savour the relief of the piss draining out my bladder. Guess I had been drinking more then recently as well… Least the pungent acidic tones of urine was diluting the stench of my gas. -Chhrrlptthha- A crinkle burrowing out of my rear as I started to strain, groaning through the foam of toothpaste suds as I kept my focus back on the phone, and started messaging Point.
[06:56] Sinny: “Hey Point, are you awake?”
[06:56] Straight Arrow: “Been since all night, what's up?”
[06:57] Sinny: “Just woke up, thinking bout the party.”
[06:57] Straight Arrow: ”Still uncertain?”
[06:57] Sinny: “Yeah.”
[06:57] Straight Arrow: “Haven't confirmed with the others?”
[06:58] Sinny: “It Just, didn't expect everypony to accept, u know? There's gonna be like, twenty ponies there or something.”
“Mmmghhhrrfgp…” I groaned out while I passed a particularly fat, sturdy congestion of sludge, groaning at how wide it stretched my ass on the way down the drain… All that cheese was really padding out my dumps…
[06:58] Straight Arrow: “So what are you worried about?”
[06:58] Sinny: “Dunno. Seemed like such a fun time.”
“Hfnngmmrrg…” I grunted, and -Chrhrlt- -Chhrrlfpsthtllltpss- sighed gently as the muck folded out of my flank, leaving my pucker winking as I shuffled on the seat.
[06:59] Sinny: “A bit worried about everything working out.”
I reached for the toilet paper. And found the dispenser empty. For a moment I was confused.
[07:00] Straight Arrow: “Is it about Reign?”
My eyes widened. “Hooowh rooight, I ghot mah owwnh thoulet phehbber.” I mumbled, and shifted my thigh to the side, peering down into the bowl.
-Gllompg- -OOmpgh- Where I saw Reign chugging down the last end of my bowel snake. His yellow lips tainted a deep umber, a, matching his mane slicked back against the porcelain.
“Chop chop, I wanna have a clean ass when I head to work darling.” I said and shuffled back on the seat.
-Shrlrlp- -Chhrhrrrp-.
“Mmfg.” I moaned to myself feeling the moist carpet of my boyfriend's tongue draping up along my crack, specks of grime swabbed up in drool and my pucker twitching as he cleared out the crevices of the folded tissue. Can't believe I almost forgot. But I guess I should be getting some actual toilet paper for the party guests, everypony can't be used to the tonguing from the start. But, hopefully they'd pick up on it after a while.
[07:04] Sinny: “Yeah, that's what the whole event started out as.” I responded and stood up, the lid clattering back as I stepped away -Crlrlpth- wiggling my clean rump as I walked off to get dressed for work.
[07:22] Sinny: “Do you think he liked it?”
[07:25] Straight Arrow: “What... Liked us doing it?”
[07:25] Sinny: “Yeah you know, I'm not about to ask him myself though, but since you are already talking to him… you know.”
[07:25] Straight Arrow: “Sure I'll jeep it in mind”
[07:28] Straight Arrow: “So what's the worry?”
[07:29] Sinny: “I dunno, maybe Reign's not gonna be able to take it, maybe ponies will actually be upset by it.”
[07:29] Straight Arrow: “Anyone been upset so far?”
[07:31] Sinny: “Well no, but that's not the point. Maybe there shouldn't be so many stallions invited, I know my babe prefers the fairer folks.”
[07:31] Straight Arrow: “Wasn't an issue for me.”
[07:32] Sinny: “Huh, yeah, guess you're right. You two did get pretty frisky didn't ya?”
[07:36] Straight Arrow: “Sure did, and that was fine, I think you are worrying over nothing.”
[07:36] Sinny: “Maybe…”
[07:38] Straight Arrow: “I could come over, have a chat with em, if you wanna.”
[07:39] Sinny: “Thank you so much, could you? Can crash in the bed afterwards, know you've been working the nightshift.”
[07:40] Straight Arrow: “Sure thing, and wanting to get me in bed so soon again??”
I sighed and shook my head.
[07:41] Sinny: “Point, between us, that was a one time thing, I wanted to get back at Reign, You're cute band we had fun, I just don't see us that way. That's ok right?”
There was a pause.
[07:42] Straight Arrow: “Sure I get it, but we did have fun~. I'll come over, key still in the same place?”
[07:42] Sinny: “Yup, you know it. See you in the afternoon?”
[07:43] Straight Arrow: “See ya then.”
~ 1 ~
Darkness… Moist, darkness. You'd think I would get a lot of time to think in here, with what with Sinder not letting me out, with the sculpted, bloated porcelain clamped against my body down the drain… but… the more time I spent in the dark, the less my thoughts could co here, the less my mind could, focus. After weeks, I appreciated the times when I didn't think. Time moved faster that way…
Hoof steps… Sound. Was it evening already? I had I lost so much time again in this cage of-.
The lid flung open. Fuzzy shades of blue and black peeking down at me.
“Wassup Reign?” Point said. “You holding up alright? Geeze you look tired, thought if anything you would get some time to rest here.”
I didn't have the energy to respond.
“My day's been so packed, well, guess night when you think abou-.”
He just kept talking… droning on about work, as if night guard service was huge undertaking. Though it was… so nice to be spoken to, instead of just commander. Or, ignored… though at some point, my ears twitched, and hearing sharpened.
“-So I've been really pent-up, and was thinking I'd cash in that offer from before, finally? I didn't even get to the point I could show my dick last, so just one lil' suck, and I'll vouch to Sinder that-.”
“You plowed my girlfriend.” I didn't know I could still shout. Judging by his expression, neither did Point. His muzzle scrunched up and lips pressed to a line. He scratched the back of his head.
“Yeah, well, it was she wh-.”
“You banged her on our bed, and I've been stuck here for another week and you've haven't lift a hair to get me out of here.”
“Well, I mean, you never did suc-.”
“You've been treating me like I'm just her property.”
At this Point paused. Eyes gracing over me and the bathroom, coughing. “Well… gotta admit that, well… you ah. Can you really blame me for that?”
“Point, you hydra's ass.”
“Okay, I'm sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry doesn-”:
“I have been talking to Sinder.”
I halted. Maybe – for once – there was some good news.
Point scratched the back of his head. “And… how do I put this… She's been, concerned about… your performance at the party.”
My face scrunched contorted in confusion.
“That you wouldn't be able to handle the guests, and mess it up, so she's been mulling over if it is… even worth it to keep you around, instead of just… you know…”
The confusion cleared. My face blanked. She… she wouldn't just… flush me or… replace me… would she…? She called me babe today. I swear I remember I swear, didn't she…? She still, she was still my girlfriend and… I was… still.
“Of course,” Point continued, “I vouched for you, saying you could handle anypony come over, mare or stallion. And she seems to be going along with that.”
I remained silent.
Point's expression soured. “Look, man, you're my pal. I don't want this to be what it is like of your. Even if it is kinda hot… I'll keep helping you out. Though, I don't know if she can be convinced to call off the party, she seems… really set on it.”
Of course. That made sense. Maybe he was right. Maybe, if I got through that hurdle… at least it was, better than the alternative… “So, you won't stick your dick in me… and still help me out?”
Point was silent for a concerning amount of time, feeling my warped sense of time those seconds just ticked on and on…
“Yeah, I promise. I'm not gonna take advantage of this.”
“… thanks.”
Point scratched the back of his mane. “But, I've kinda been holding in this rear load since all night, so would it be okay if I just-.”
“What do you think?” I screamed so my voice echoed and carried through the bowl.
Point instinctively flexed up his wings and shaking his head. “Alight, I got it, I got, it, just checking. Geeze, I'll talk to Sinder as soon as she gets home.”
“Thanks…” I mumbled.
“But I gotta go crash now, been up all night.”
“Wait, could you just stay-…” -Ctltpth- the lid clattered back into place. “A lil… longer…” back to the darkness.
~ 2 ~
“Hey Point, you still here?” Sinder called out.
“Hey, you are back already,” Point said and yawned, shuffling into the hall, “so, how about we sit down-.”
“For some dinner? You gooot it, I've already prepared for a big batch of fondue.”
“Sweet, you put on something fun on TV, and I'll heat it up.”
Point followed Sinder with his eyes as she trotted off, shaking his head.
He was unsure how long time had passed, but, the evening had flowed together like globs of the thick cheese drooping off of each cube of bread.
“Aammgh, mmm, oh yeah,” Sinder munched on another hunk and sighed, “this Reigns favourite.”
Point looked down the half emptied cauldron. “Well we could get him to join us?”
“Phff, Right, invite the toilet to dinner, that's a laugh and ah half,” Sinder said and bumped Point's shoulder.
The Pegasus smacked his lips and chuckled. “Ah, hah, yeah, how silly.”
“He'll get more than his fill later, bet he could tell you all about what this much cheese does to my guts,” Sinder said and plied their hooves against their tummy, soft -Brrgrrlpsgh- squelching groans -Thrrwlpsht- bubbling out at her kneads.
Point thought back to Reign. This felt like something Reign would tease about just a few months ago. There had to be some part of him that still liked this…
“Besides he got plenty of more than his fill this morning, I can vouch for that, besides, didn't you come over and, 'talk' to him as well?”
Point peered toward the direction of the toilet, inhaled. “Yup, and he sure loved it.”
Sinder smiled at this, affirming her belief and quenching her worries. “See, gotta accept him more, if he's identifying as a toilet, isn't the right thing to go accepting that?”
With a sigh Point shuffled back in the cough. He mulled over how to fit this puzzle together. He still wanted to live out some of his fantasies with Reign, at the same time, they were pal.
“What's wrong?” Sinder surprised him with the question.
“Oh, ehm, It's fine,” think of an excuse think of an excuse, “guess work has just been getting me a bit pent-up. Haven't gotten a chance to, unwind. Heh,” well, that was an excuse… though not much less awkward than the truth. Though it wasn't a lie per say.
Sinder looked him over, stopping her gaze at his crotch, then smiled. “You know, Maybe Reign should join us after all…” she mused as he horn lit up.
The restraints eased, the porcelain buckled, and slowly, I was hoisted from the depths of the piping, my limbs twitching in the op open air, soggy and stained from toilet water… when the levitation wore off I could barely stand on my hooves. Unsteady and rattling. At even keeping me upright…
“Right, get over here.”
Another command, but what I could move listened, I shuttered towards the living room.
Point had his eyes on me as I stumbled forwards. Out of that casket, I looked all the more dishevelled, my muzzle particularly dirty compared to the rest of me, but all my coat matted and sprawled.
“Sit.” Sinder instructed.
I slumped to the ground on my knees. Afterwards I thought, maybe she meant on the couch? But in the moment, I couldn't even consider it. Then… her lips parted again.
“Give our guest's dick a good tongue scrubbing.”
-Bh-thmb- I could hear the throb of Point's loins. Staring at his crotch, at the meat tensing over his engorged jewels.
“Sinder that's, well,” Point began.
“What? My toilet not good enough for you?” she replied, flicking a glance to Reign. “Guess if it can't be helped, I could go down there and handle it myself?”
Point and I both shuddered. I couldn't believe this. “I awawhhg-.” Soon as I opened my mouth her horn set aglow, and my lips parted spread wide. Splayed broad so my protest was caught in my throat.
“There, I know it can get tiresome to keep your mouth open, so long as you're willing for it, I'll help you out with that.” Sinder said.
She spoke to me… I'd waited so long… but that this is what I heard. While from Point, I heard nothing. Slowly, her magic pulled me forwards, closer towards Point's dick. As I did, it twitched stiffer, arching up towards my face… a tongue's distance away. I could taste the odour of brine an, dried spunk and old sweat radiating from his shaft… it wasn't even washed? And he'd still wanted me to take it this morning. I tried to shuffle back, though my limbs proved worthless as soggy noodles. I peered up at Point, my best friend. My parted maw closed in over his tip. A sharp tang of salty socks spiking through my lips as they slipped over the head.
“Gmngnhhff…” Point grunted. His eyes panning down towards me, flicking between me and Sinder… then gave me n awkward smile hat said: Sorry pal, this is out of my hooves… Although his smile was much less forced than I'd hoped…
-Chrrlffppt- -Shhlllrrotch- I tried not to think about it. Bobbing forwards, swabbing my lips over Point's cock, feeling the thick meat sink past my lips. -Srrrhlrplch- Scraping off clots of congealed sweat spicing up my throat with his own cultivated must salt, stinging my lips and sparking down through my spine. But I remembered what he said… What Sinder had said… if I didn't perform… she could find another. I swallowed my pride… and a mouthful of dick marinated saliva, and kept going. Tongue wrapping around Point's mast, -Thtbgm- feeling it throb inside me, the convulsions of his excited meat rustling my lips, and teasing at my throat. I opened my eyes, peering upwards… There, I saw the two closest people in my life, lounging with their eyes glued to the screen, sharing a pot of hot, molten fondue between them. It reminded me… of when Sinder and I used to do that… I'd tease her about the gas she'd get after wards… The thought felt alien… the scenario, a distant fantasy… was that even me? Had it ever been me? How long had I been stuck down that drain?
-Chhrlrpth- -Sffshfrrlspth- I kept sucking, quivering. The taste of hope I'd have this morning washed away under the stewing brine of cock grease plastering and gumming between my teeth… He'd promised me…But… in a way he hadn't broken his promise, he was still trying, surely he was but, his fault or not, I was stuck here between his legs, servicing his dong whilst he buddied up with Sinder… -Shhvrrlpth- as I pulled back I felt the vacuum between my lips clamp my lips to his girth, drawn back I felt ever pumping and convulsing muscle jostle in my mouth. I Couldn't believe Point just… let this happen… Though, that haunting notion ruminated in the back of my mind. One I didn't want to acknowledge… but the longer I nursed his twitching dick, the clearer it became: sucking dick, - even a filthy one as this – couldn't compare to choking down manure.
-Thhbnnd- I felt the thump of his mast before it came… -Chhrlrp- -Kgrrhsrllprtrrtch- “Mmngphaaa.” Point above groaned out, arching back in the cough as his cock smeared the back of my throat in globs of salty, satin nectar… the viscous sludge plastering at the roof of my maw as the meat pumped it through, drooling back down my neck as I sat there with my cheeks swollen over his mast. The warm sludge just kept coming, drenching my gums and pooling in the back of my throat. I coughed, onto his shaft, but my neck -Chhglpth- swallowed it down… as if on instinct… or, a more learned behaviours at this point… anything in my throat couldn't stay there for long, else, I would have choked long ago…
“Mmfgnphaaamf smurf phaa…” Point panted heavily, drawing out every ounce of his energy as he nursed his load out into me, staring up at the ceiling.
“Oh, Take it you enjoyed, sorry if my toilet made mess down there…” Sinder said with just… a hint of acidity to her words. Why would… the thought creped in… had I made him squeal more than she did?
-Chrrlpsssth- I felt the air oscillate around the throb of Point's pucker, now in his slumped state now aimed straight for me…
-Vrrpfplrrwwwlrlrptttsh- A dense wall of foul breath, cleaved by his cock, encased my muzzle. The rancid melody of wilting hey soaked in vinegar and pepper infecting my nostrils, clinging to my nose like and taunting my phlegm in its odour. The Stank rivalled Sinder’s, and now both taste and smell were caught in a vice grip of fetid, bodily cultivated filth.
“Mgmpg paha. Whow… so-sorry about that.” Point said.
“Oh that's no issue at all,” Sinder said, assuming he had apologized to her. Or… had he…?
“You know if you have to go, you are free to use my toilet, he's already in position.”
My eyes flicked toward her.
“Oh, Sinder, I, well…”
“At least let him soaked in those farts,” she's said fanning over her face, “I can smell them from over here. though glad it shows he's working out well, guess I shouldn't ever have doubted his ability to take stallion, huh?”
Point swallowed, gaze unfocused, breath rippling in his chest. “I could… take him to the bathroom.”.
“Pff, oh nonsense, and leave me all alone? He's already here, just do it when it's convenient.” she insisted.
I was still soaking in the fart, panting around his dick quivering through my frail, spent form. -Chrlrptha.- I heard his pucker… twitch. -Chrlrlpsth- A foamy, glossy wink pulse of flesh, winking at me. I peered up at Point. And I know he tried… if he got me to the bathroom, he could m hide his dump, or hold it in, pretend… but here… Sinder was right there… expecting me to perform… and we both knew it.
When Sinder didn't look, Reign bit his lips, and peered down at me, still chest still heaving from the climax… he whispered. “Sorry… gotta play long.” Again… his smile didn't feel even a touch forced…
~ 3 ~
I entered the chatroom Point had set up, real convenient to have all the party goes together in one place, so now… it was time…
[19:49] Sinny: “Everypony, good news, prep is getting done, and the party will go off this Sunday.”
[19:53] Partysound: “Woooooot.”
[19:56] Clover Juice: “I can't believe you guys are really gonna do this, if she actually got him down the drain, you're sick.”
[19:57] Partysound: “So why are you still in the chat then?”
[19:58] A Boulder: “It is a-alright if the toilet can handle some… capacity, my gut's been disagreeing with me lately, maybe I should stay home.”
[19:59] Sinny: “Oh that's nonsense, I can guarantee he-. My toilet is top-notch, point guaranteed.”
[19:59] xXStarligjtXx: “I dunno about you us but I barely know Resin. Though, if it's there, kinda wanna try it at least once right?”
[20:01] Limber: “His name's Reign. And trust me, I know what he's said online, this is like, his fantasy come true, I'm gonna stock up a real thick constipation for him to wallow in.”
[20:03] xXStarligjtXx: “Eew, gross, but yeah guess I'll hold myself to then, wanna be a good guest after all lol.”
[20:03] Bugjune: “Have you asked him how he feels about it?”
[20:03] Sinny: “Lol how often do you ask how your toilet feels before sitting down?”
[20:06] Rusty: “This is still gonna be a party right? With snacks and music and such? I mostly wanna mingle.”
[20:06] Clover Juice: “You and me both.”
[20:07] Limber: “Yeah right, don't deny it, you are gonna muck down his throat like the rest of us.”
[20:10] Bugjune: “Well, if it is true, even if a bit weird, what's the harm in fulfilling some nice pone's dreams? Ain't that what friends are for?”
[20:11] Partysound: “This ^”
[20:11] xXStarligjtXx: “uh-huh.”
[20:11] A Boulder: “Ee-yup.”
[20:11] Clover Juice: “I guess…”
[20:14] A Boulder: “Sure, I mean… I'm not the one getting buried in butt fudge.”
I smiled some as Chime Blossom beheld the table stocked with quesadillas, chimichangas, hay chips, caramelized onion dip, and so much more with spiced punch to wash it all down. “And that's just the appetizers. There’s more in the oven and chocolate & cheese fondue once the party winds up,”
“I say, Sinny, all these offerings are quite, heavy duty on the digestion,” Chime noted and brushed across his belly. “You wouldn't 'ave any, ulterior motives with this spread, would you~?” Chime added with a musing leer.
“I might, after all, we are here totes-… Its, capacity.”
A knock on the door took my interest, heading over to part the door wide open, where the ever sparkling Brightstar stood.
“Hey Sinder, I'm not arriving too early, am I?”
I greeted her with a smile. “You're fine,” I gestured in to the furbished living room. “The party is just getting started.”
~ 1 ~
Friendly faces flocked the rooml earth pony, pegasi, unicorns, and a few griffons as well. There were pleasant musings in crowd, all partaking of the spread of treats, dancing to the music, and sharing laughter. It had been some time since I saw some of these friends and was being pulled hither and dither to chatter and share in merriment. Many faces I had not seen since before Reign and I got together. It seemed some members of the group-chat had taken the liberty to invite some of their fellows as well, which I didn't mind-. Suddenly I froze. Reign, oh right, how could I have forgotten.
“Hold on, I'm just gonna be gone fore a momen-.”
“Aww Sinder stay, I just got the chance to have your attention.”
I gnaw on my lower lip and looked off. “Hey, anypony willing to just, carry off that bale of toiletpaper to the lavatory?” It felt rather silly to have just forgotten them by hind the front door, though there had been a lot of party preparations to look over.
“Looks like somepony needs a helping hoof. Heineon said, the pegasus swooping in to pick up the stack. “Wowsa, this is lot of wipes,” with a trail of light behind her from the colored feathers and luminescent hoof bands the cobalt mare arose. “Well, haven't been using for a while, thought I'd stock up in case-. Oh sorry, right, you were saying?” I turned away from Heineon to support the conversation. Leaving the Pegasus blinking, peering between me and the wipe stack. “Ohookaythen,” she said and trotted off.
Toting the stack trove to the bathroom down the hall, boy, was it quite fancy too, spacious, clean with cool hues and a big fancy mirror. Though, the toilet wasn't anything, super special. The mare looked closer, putting down the stack in the corner and fitting a roll into the dispenser. Certainly didn't look like it would actually fit a pony. If what Sinder had said was true. But it couldn't be, right? Curiosity consumed her. And while she had no need to relieve herself at the moment, perhaps just a cursory glance… She lifted the lid, slowly at first, then up all the way. -Cllnk- it clattered to the back of porcelain backing and…
“Holy smooze on a treadmill.” There, a head nestled in the piping pit in place of a drain, porcelain sculpted around his neck, or perhaps neck sculpted by the porcelain – and muzzle poking up from the nadir of the bowl, there really was a yellow pony “Huh, so there really was a toilet pony. Guess I didn't doubt it that much, but Sinder can be pretty playful at times.”
“H-hello, to you too,” Reign said, a faint echo from his voice reverberating against the porcelain.
“Ooh yeah, guess you could still talk. Dunno why I thought you couldn't, welllll, I mean I kinda now. I'm Heineon, friend of Sinder, and that must make you her boyfriend: Raisin.”
Reign's muzzle wrinkled. “I'm… actually.”
“Boy,” Heineon continued, “Let me front-load this – instead of the loads you are used to – lemme say I don't judge at all. It is great to see ponies indulge in their… aahm…” she rolled her hoof in the air while humming to find the right word, “interests, things, and takes a lot of courage to be so open about it. Though, guess you can be closed about it too~” she said and shut the lid before opening it up again with a snicker. “Pha, hah, guess I could see this being a sort of, empowering thing for Sinder too, maybe? Having her boyfriend trapped in the loo. Eeeh, maybe not.”
“Please, I just need y-you, s-someone to-.”
“Guess whatever floats your cider, ammiright? But, was really just here to deliver toilet paper, don't wanna break the immersion too much, I get 'cha. Maybe I'll see ya later on, you know, when I gotta do the bathroom thingies. Oh if so, fair warning, I go pretty hard on the drinks no matter if it upsets my gut, so, guess be ready for that, buh-bye~.” Heineon said and pranced out the door.
~ 2 ~
For a moment I could hear the bustle of the party again. Fading in and out as the door swayed back closed. It was, surreal. Both to hear so many voices other than Sinder's or Point's, but also that it was… really happening. Point's words still echoed in my head. That if I couldn't handle the party, Sinder would replace me… Discarded…The cold embrace of the moulded ceramic caging my body made itself known. I couldn't stop thinking about it: I was on the cusp of the drain, of oblivion, at every moment. All that kept me here was Sinder deigning to do so. Sustained as long as I was a functioning extension of the drain. And if I clogged… At least that mare had left the lid open, so I could think in some light, see myself reflected in the porcelain.
Throughout the afternoon I had few visitors. The odd guest came in to peer down into the bowl. Some of the guests were shocked when they saw me, others amused. Chime Blossom didn't say anything, just smirked and winked at me. A stallion with a friendly demeanor noted how my deep auburn mane and yellow coat matched the contents of a toilet quite well. I tried to get a word in with all of them, though no pony would listen. He was the one I didn't attempt to reason with. Even if he was right… I stared at my reflection again: my coat tainted in the shadow of muck, stained in streams of amber showing my coat below, and my mane bundled and sloughed back like a greasy pudding. They were right. It really looked like I belonged. So far, they only seemed to gawk, rather than use the toilet. Seemed Heineon had spread the word that the rumors were true.
~ 3 ~
I gave a glance to the notification in my phone, bringing up the invitation I had received. This certainly was the place. I had only been here once before, after my dear Reign had introduced his marefriend. I had awaited his next visit, though I had not expected our next meeting would be in the form of a… house party? If that was what this arranged meet-up was intended to be. This was the third time I had knocked. It sounded of quite the hootenanny just behind the door, but what if I was mistaken? I shook my head, gathered myself and simply strutted inside.
“My stars…” I mumbled under my breath. It sure was quite the occasion: food in heaps and drinks in droves, music and dancing. It made one feel quite nostalgic, even if this somewhat younger crowd was one I hadn't engaged with since my own days of partaking in such frivolities.
“Greetings, quite the shin-ding we are having?” I said with an elbow nudge to a nearby stallion.
“Oh uh,” he glanced over to me, then put on a smile, “Yeah, for sure, come on in.”
“Oh I'm 'in' already, I can assure you,” I responded and strutted forwards. My first interaction quite the success if I do say so myself. Perhaps, this is just what I needed to shake up some of my youth again. Whilst maneuvering to the snacks table I kept an eye out for ponies I knew, – Reign and Sinder in particular – to no avail.
“Ppfhwhrohrhth. Mrs. Viola?” A stallion spat out his drink before announcing my name.
“My, if it isn't Point, glad to see you.”
“What are you doing… here, all by, yourself?” The pegasus said, somewhat stilted. He looked like he needed a drink more than me.
“Oh, just partaking of the festivities, do sincerely hope you are well. I'm certain you've kept a good eye on my dear Reign. He's not treating you poorly, is he?”
The stallion swallowed the remnants of his drink. “Uuurhm… He's, yeah, you know, the thing is. We… I, I, have to go butI'llcatchupwithyoulater,” Point said and sprinted off through the living room.
I sighed. Youth, couldn't even sustain a conversation. After settling into the rhythm I started asking around. “You wouldn't happen to know where Reign is?”
The unicorn in question blinked. “If you need to use the bathroom, it is right down there,” he gestured.
“Oh, I see.” Here I thought I was somewhat keeping up with the youth, but this was slang I'd had never heard.
“Yeah, bathroom’s down the hall.”
“Toilet's that way.”
“If you must, the lavatory lies over yonder.”
So many variations of it too… Though everypony seemed to give the same direction. And honestly, I was a bit ashamed to admit I had no clue what they were talking about. “Thank you kindly,” I'd say and shuffle along. I kept an eye out by the refreshment's table, munching into some fried, savory pastry. ‘Bit too oily, though when in Baltimore… After nearly ten minutes since I last asked for directions, I decide I was getting somewhat restless.
“’Suppose I, could stand to powder my muzzle,” I mumbled and finished some of the my punch. Sauntering between party goers and teetering my way to the restroom. A mare snickered as I opened the door. Perhaps… it wasn't slang, but some form of prank. Had I walked right into it? Was I to be the party's laughingstock? Then again, everypony had to use the restroom eventually It was inevitable, I thought as I opened the lid.
The bustle of the festivities faded. Silence enslaved the room. I remained, clutching onto the lid, staring.
“Oh.” That couldn't be… but… how could it not?
“Hmm-. Mom?”
“Oh.” It talked. H-he talked. He…
“Reign,” I said, calm, “am I… dreaming?”
“Mother… I don't know why you are here, but t-that is fine, I can explain.”
“Oh, so you can,” I mumbled. I tried to deny it, though, if what was staring me right in the face was really the case, then all the puzzle pieces fell into place…
“I suppose, it wasn't slang, after all.”
“Mother I… What?”
“Reign I, you really are… My sweet Minamoto you are…”
“Mother, this wasn't supposed to happen. If you please, I never wanted you to see this, if you just give me a moment.”
“Of course… of course I… was confused by why I had been invited so suddenly. I am, I am sorry for, stumbling onto you like this.”
“M-mom wait I.”
-Ooomph- I clutched over my muzzle, I had tried to repress it, though this sight, and the thoughts it spurred. My son, with not but his head sticking up from a drain. It was. “P-pardon, I'm so sorry. I, I can't intrude I-… I can't see you like this. I… I will speak to Sinder about -ooflpguh-.” I had to walk out, stumbling through the bathroom door. My mind, addled into sheer confusion trying to piece it all together. And there, around the corner, stood Sinder, who's eyes bulged as they came upon me.
“Mrs. Viola… You are, here. And, right out of fo the bathroom, I see.”
“Yes, I do apologise, I hadn't intended to find out this way.”
The unicorn winced. I could see her gritting her teeth under her lips. “I couldn't even... He's in the uuofh... Again, I am sorry, I couldn't speak with my boy in such a state. This is, far over my head.”
Sinder paused. “So, you didn't.” Cogs turning. “So, he didn't say anything?”
“Barely,” I responded.
Sinder laid a hoof around my neck and rested her head to mine. “Come, mrs. Viola, we can talk in my room. Some privacy away from all the noise.”
“You are certain that is fine? Despite everything I, don't really understand I... I wouldn't want to be a bother.”
“Wait, mom, please. It is not what you think. Mom, wait don't… go…” Finally, someone who could listen. Finally, somepony who could understand my plight… Finally, somepony I could trust… and she was gone as quick as she came. It was a miracle she had arrived, but a curse that she'd left. She could be somewhat lofty and… this wasn't how I imagined our next meeting. But, seeing my own mother abandon me at this moment. It was… as if I could feel every vertebra in my spine: biting frost of frigid steel… parts of me twitched in the ceramic confines. The toilet, shrunk around me, I could sense it. The clutch it had on me tautened. Deep breaths, … Deep breaths. She said she would talk to Sinder, right? When she heard what was going on, she wouldn't stand for it. It budged into my chest. In just a short while, Viola would demand my release. How Sinder reacted I would have to deal with as it came, but at least I wouldn't be stuck in the-.
-Dkknk- The toilet door opened. My heart skipped a beat. Already? That was fast, but of course, Viola must be outraged, I knew it was just a matter of time before…
-Dnmf- -Dmmght- I could, hear the hoof steps, a faint vibration in my gut through the floor, rocking the pie. The oval of light above me, a shadow of a peachy coat and cyan mane. A muzzle carrying more curves than some ponies sported on their whole body: “I wish to begin with front loading my feelings on this,” she began, the next few words sounding as if she spat them, as if the words were tinged with lime, “Unlike the backloads I am certain you are quite fond of receiving…”
I just shook my head. I didn't know this mare, why was she…
“I did not attend this party to partake in…” she waves her hoof, “Your, unique services… Everypony has their right to enjoy themselves how they please, but this… this is, quite a public display, all to get friends and strangers to indulge you in your perverse fantasies.”
I started to shake my head, but hesitated. There was something to it; if I had been presented with this situation a few months ago, it would maybe have been a dream come true. That was before I met the reality of my fringe desires, before the weeks spent in the drain. Still, her words sunk in deep.
“I knew it…” the earth pony mumbled, “You are just a degenerate ‘lil stain. ‘Can't believe you landed a fine mare as Sinder, and anchored her to this… debauchery.” The mare shuffled away from the seat, for the light to soon be subsumed by a pair of plump, rolling hills. “’Bet you don't even care who I am, all you got your eyes set on is this flank of mine,” -Sttwch- she gave it a spank, the blubber rippling along her rear, “Well for your information, this rump is attached to a real mare, and her name is Clover Juice.”
“W-wait,” I said. -Chhngk- the squeal of polymer to plot ground above me as clover seated herself aback on the porcelain throne: her flanks eclipsed the outside world. “Once again, I strain myself even more than I am about to do on you right now, I had no intention of rewarding filth like you with what you most desire, but…” -Vgrrghhrlrpghbghs-.
I could feel the seat reverberate at the growl of her guts, a gurgle whose very sound was… chunky.
“Mmrf… Though, the food has been great, but all that lactose ‘been teasing my guts. And since I don't wanna do my business outside… looks like you are my only option…” she said as the last of her cheeks -Clbgbths- smothered over the seat, the rhind of polymer sculpting out her cheeks in a muffintop dipping towards me, cleaved by her pucker budging and wrinkling at the center gorge.”
“But you better not take pleasure in this, you creep…” she sneered, and suddenly doubled over, clutching into her gut as a -Crrbbggglgpsh- rushed went through her frame. -Pppwwrrrbbrrprprpth- Her pucker gasped in a flutter of tepid vapors crashing into my face. The rank odour of mouldy mushroom pastry clogged the sparse air I was afforded, weighing down an oppressive atmosphere of the portly mare's inner sewers straight into my face.
I coughed, wheezed and spat, the giant echoes in the bowl were subsumed and smothered by the bulwark of her behind. If just her gas was this bad, then each twitching of her pucker had me aware of my spine once more.
“Oh, shut up…” Clover Juice grumbled as she wiggled back, plying into her gut to aid her bowels. I kept staring… As she settled in her bountiful cheeks kept -Cvnnnghg- sagging down towards me, like a dough sack rested on a branch… the heft of it just eeked closer. I shuffled as far back as I could, and still my muzzle came right into contact with the cheeks, brushing between them and feeling -Chghrlrpgh- a creak of old perspiration smearing over my muzzle. If I wasn't a good toilet for Sinder… I was a goner. But, with mother here, I had to believe I would soon be free. And If I did… I wouldn't have to put up with this.
“I-I don't enjoy this, either.”
“Phhff, ha, sure, like I'd believe that now. If you are just gonna lie you might as well shut mfmfs uuuhp-” -Ppftwwwwrrrthps- another gale of bowel smog; a harbinger of what lurked within, -Chhrrlprtsh- Then… I could see it. Rather, before I saw it I, felt its scent: a tangible musk of lard stained salmon, pickled in sewage and vinegar. A scent that crept through my nostrils like hooks of rusted metal and sunk into my flesh, soaking in its putrefaction all throughout my head. -Chrrrlslfpstha- The crackling of stirring old porridge rumbled in the bowl as the cheeks gradaully cleaved apart around my muzzle, wedged apart by the glut of filth mounting through the mare's hatch… First the mass was wide as a lemon, then her brim peeled off along its bottom, surpassing the girth of a grapefruit -Vhhrflgghrlrlchrrlckt-. A creamy behemoth, riddled with the foulest concoctions a bowel could brew, gradually creaking -Chrlrptthshhal- against the hinges to Clover's hind, lubricated with its own bowel slime, crawling ever closer towards me.
I panted, and recoiled as my cheeks were filled with the radiating musk of her colon cooked sewage. I had just started getting used to Sinder's filth, but this carried another character: a depth of mold and lard wafted from the percolating pummel of punishment gradually extending from the surrounding crack. Revolting, but in a different flavor than Sinder's, one I was not used to, and which torched my nostrils by its presence.
I swallowed. “I-I mean it, t-this is a misunderstandinfmgm,” I tried to speak as Clover's grunts and shifts whacked her buns into my face.
“Mfngs. P-pipe down, will you?” Her stomach rattled and drummed with gurgles, strain visible in her face as she grunted and huffed this mighty constipation out of her hindquarters. “If I am g-gonna tuff your face with my manure, ‘least you can have the decency to just mfms, chug it down and shut up. That's what a good toilet would do…”
-Chrlrptah- I heard it, the puttering texture of colon fluids ferried down fractures along the exterior of the mound, droplets of the murky liquid -Scclpth- dropping just above my lip. Even there, it singed and wafted of rot and corpulence…“I-I don't want to be a good toilet.”
“Mfghs, well you certainly aren-.”
“Wait,” I interrupted her, panting, catching my breath in the polluted atmosphere of the bowl. “I… I admit, once I, would have liked this, or, I thought I would have. You are right, I had fantasies about this, I am a, filthy, pervert of a stallion. But, that's not what I am now. Pl-please, I k-know you don't want this either, it is e-embarrassing for a pretty mare t-to expose herself like this. B-but y-you got the wrong idea. I have changed. M-my dream turned to a nightmare. I c-can't stand t-this.” My voice trembled like a violin string, devastated at what Sinder would do if I ruined her party. “S-so please, please stop, f-for the both of us. I promise, I am not doing this to tease you” The mound creaked closer, closer… though wouldn't come near my face. The brim undulating, struggling wit the girth, as Clover had fallen silent.
The outburst gave her pause. She ruminated on my words. It sounded genuine. Perhaps she had misjudged me. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this degenerate stallion really disdains being a toilet, beneath me, trapped under the majesty of my body to chug down whatever scraps of my nourishment I deem him worthy of…' Those thoughts, took root. There was a tickle through her chest. 'For all the stallions that ignore me, this one has no prerogative other than devote his full attention to servicing me, even my foulest desires…' Clover found herself chuckling, a sense of ease plying through her veins. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'this is where a stallion like him, truly belongs, subsumed by me.' “Haaawnf...” Clover exhaled as she slumped back against the toilet. Her body relaxing, down her spine, all the way to her sphincter, and the eased tension -Krhrlrpths- letting the tissue bloom open around the bale.
-Chhr- -Chtlpth- -Crrhvlvlthsth- The mound sloughed down through the brim, in a moment the mound rested above me, then plowed through my lips, the heap of dense sludge warping my lips to stretch along its humid, steaming surface, forcing me to wallow in every stretch of wafting miasma of putrefaction coalesced in the clog of feminine clay. -Chrlrpththa- Its weight alone bent my tongue. Her filth barging down my neck, -chrlrpthta- bloating it taut to the porcelain ahead of me, feeling the pressure from my neck and the cold ceramics mashing into the mound, smothering it to wring out droplets of liquid filth from its interiors and exteriors, drooling the stream of redolent fluids down my neck. “Mmfpgh-afhbhhg,” I gargled around the loaf, whimpering and pleading.
-Bwbtn- -Btnth- Clover's stomach rattled as she patted it, sighing as she listened to my frantic squeals and -Glglpgsh- chugs below her. “Perhaps you are right after all. You are a terrible toilet, but don't you think that could change, with a bit of potty training?”
“Ompghg, mdoppgh.” I chugged and guzzled every stretch of the obese cable of mud billowing out from above. The bulwark of constipation moving from congesting her bowels, to my throat, stuffed past its limit, leaving me gargling as the wedge of dung warped and strained my lips. My gullet filing the role of a sock trying to fit a thigh three sizes too large. And the briny, tarnishing texture of grime splatting into my taste buds and dominating my senses in the oozing miasma of repugnance , warping my senses around the tart malodour, straining my senses in the same way my lips felt a pinprick from rupturing, white and aching.
-Gllpggph- Glgpgugmpg- -Glglpggugmpghk-. But I swallowed, and the mound wormed down my neck, burrowing like a larva to coil in my gut and stew, its radiating heat letting me feel it clearly through my body, I couldn't get rid of it.
-Gllgpmgohk- -Oomph- -Ofmgpgsh- “Phahaa.” but then in one chug, my lips shrunk together, a closing aperture snapping around the bulwark, and after another few struggling -flfpmpgh- swallows, I could breathe again, air filling my neck, and caressing the mound of rot winding down to make my body its new home.
“Mmfm phaa… I will admit, that was sufficiently relaxing. We got there in the end, wouldn't you say?” Clover mused as she wiped down the groove of her hind, -Clrlpth- a curdling crackle of old glue reverting above me, before she dropped the squares of soiled paper on top of my still shaking face.
“Though, you really do not make for prime stallionfriend material.” She rose her hind off the throne with a -Chhstpwwwop- like uncorking her flanks. “You deserve what you got, and soon enough, Sinder will see that too. I'll have her see the writing on the wall,” she turned and looked down at me. “And when she does, she'll find someone who treats her well, who suits her, and devotes their life to her. But, in a more classically romantic sense than your little, display,” she mumbled the last word. “And then, you'll have that forsaken wish, you'll be the toilet for a passionate, happy couple… My, ‘suppose Sinder really did have an idea of what she was doing. Still, she deserves better than you, Resin,” the mare mused and withdrew. She washed her hooves in silence, and left to rejoin the party. Without another word spared on the toilet.
It stung… Even at her worst, Sinder had not looked at me, or talked to me with such… undiluted malice and contempt, whilst having not an inkling of their words weighing on their head. What was a soliloquies for a latrine? -Chrhrlpgg- I could still feel the mire macerating in my guts… plugging me tauter in the pipes, a constant reminder of the filth that had passed my lips, and still lingered on it. My eyes grew salty. I caught some droplets with my tongue, to vainly attempt to wash away the plastered caulked mulch. Or, at the very least, taste something else. This… couldn't be my fate.
-Crrrk- The door creaked open. And again… A familiar voice.
“Reign?”
“It strained my lungs, but a wheezed out in reply, “M-mom?”
The screen’s luminance laid as an imprint on my face, within the borders of light laid etchings of the third draft of my announcement. The black strokes faded, one by one, as withdrew to rewrite it once more. Exasperation passed my lips as my head arched back, staring up at the clear sky bathing the park in the forenoon sun's glow. This was wearing on me a lot more than I had expected. Finding the words to properly convey this… cinder of information I had been dunked into since yesterday. However, you allow cider to rest in the open, there will soon be not but yeast. Another inhale. I had to just, get it out, for Reign's sake.
Family Group Chat and Announcements.
[08:34] ViolaR: “Greetings and well wishes to you all. Stay calm, this is not an emergency, however it is of concern to the whole family, so read it at your own pace. It is about Reign. My little cinnamontop might be coming home. Again, I assure you, nothing is the matter with them. However, if they do, it is with a few, changes. Which we, as family, should respect. For, he is coming back in the form of a-”
[08:34] DDR: “Cool.”
[08:35] Crestway: “Trouble with that lass of his? I'll kick em if I have to, just say how hard.”
[08:35] MedleyO: “I thought Reign still lived at home?”
[08:35] ViolaR: “Family please excuse me I had not intended to send tthat message yet. I was not done.”
[08:35] BrookR: “Deep breaths sweetums. Give her some space.”
[08:38] ViolaR: “He would return to us, with a particular arrangement, for Reign has decided to dedicate himself to being, a toilet servant.” (edited).
[08:42] Podial: “Wut”
[08:43] DDR: “Hah, lol, okay.”
[08:44] WillamareO: “This supposed to be funny?”
[08:44] MedleyO: “A what now?”
[08:44] Crestway: “Viola I, do not quite get what you are pulling at?”
[08:45] ViolaR: “I know it can be a bit to take in, I'm well aware. Let this settle at its own pace. You will always have me available for questions and clarifications in this thread or through private messages.”
[08:45] DDR: “Mom we get it, you can stop.”
[08:45] WillamareO: “because I do not think it very funny.”
[08:49] Crestway: “So this is a joke, right?”
[08:53] BrookR: “Sweetums, what?”
[08:55] ViolaR: “I wanted to let you all know, so that it does not come as a surprise later. I assure you this is a serious matter, and I want nopony to look down on Reign just because of his position.”
[08:57] ViolaR: “More than, one already would with him in, such a compromised position…”
[08:58] DDR: “…”
[09:00] Podial: ” Whaaa?”
[09:01] DDR: “This… so… this isn't a joke?”
[09:04] ViolaR: “Oh be kind to your brother, Drew, when he comes back. This applies to all of you. The best way to support Reign is to accept him, so even if you may feel… apprehensive, I advise you do utilise, him, as he wishes.”
[09:04] Crestway: “Uh… huh. Huh… huh? Oh you mean… Oh.”
[09:06] DDR: “Mom check your dm's…”
~ 1 ~
This was, absurd. I stared at the group chat, scrolling up and down the messages, seeing several family members still writing. Flicking between chats while I waited for mom to respond. Idly back and forth, back and forth. I threw a glance in my messaging history, Reign was still there, a few slots down, underneath my group chat, mom and dad. We haven't spoken in like a year and still he's not a far scroll away… Curiosity got the better of me. Last we spoke was… when I still had a job…
My brow furrowed.
Finally I saw mom talking.
Private Chat with ViolaR
[09:02] DDR: “Mom please talk to me here.”
[09:04] DDR: “Mom, here.”
[09:05] DDR: “Please?”
[09:09] ViolaR: “I'm here, dear.”
[09:09] DDR: “Thank the moon, finally. Ok, mom. You can't just go and type that stuff. I wouldn't put it past them for most of our family to have fibs like this go right over their manes.”
[09:11] ViolaR: “Dear, it is not a fib.”
[09:11] DDR: “mom you can stop, it is just me here.”
[09:12] ViolaR: “Please have an open mind for your brother's sake, I would think if anyone would understand this it would be you. The two of you are, essentially the same generation, right? I… might be mistaken.”
[09:14] DDR: “mom… What do you maen? Is, Is Reign a… toilet servant?”
[09:14] ViolaR: “He is, yes. I used his services yesterday.”
I stared at the screen, slumping back in my bed which creaked and buckled beneath me – didn't fit the same as when I was a colt… I flicked back to chats, scrolled down, and entered my conversation with Reign. Last message from him was: “We'll see how long you'll last~.” I huffed. A message prompt from mom flickered up on screen.
[09:20] ViolaR: “I assure you, your brother was very accommodating.”
“The Tartarus…” I mumbled and flicked back to Mom's chat.
[09:21] DDR: “So, he's like… just sitting in the bathroom or?”
[09:22] ViolaR: “Actually, he is positioned inside the bowl itself, down at the bottom his muzzle sticks up.”
[09:25] DDR: “… In, the toilet?”
[09:26] ViolaR: “Yes dear.”
[09:26] DDR: “And, you just… sit there and, piss?”
[09:26] ViolaR: “That is an option.”
[09:27] DDR: “What if you have to drop a load?”
[09:27] ViolaR: “He will take that too.”
[09:28] DDR: “OKay but like, what if it is like, a big one?”
[09:28] ViolaR: “He was stationed there all night throughout a party Sinder was hosting, I would honesty be impressed if you managed to clog him.”
A party… Guests… party guests… Sinder… It was all well and good that my bro got himself a girl, but… did everything have to really revolve around her? Just because she's pretty and cooks good food and holds down a stable job… I pinched my lower lip with my teeth. In my mind’s eye I saw Reign's face jutting out of the toilet bowl, that smug face crammed in a dirty pit, protesting as shadows of stinky mountains loomed above… I bit harder…
[09:33] DDR: “Does he like, do other stuff, like what If I wanted a massage?”
[09:33] ViolaR: “I can not say with certainty, tho it depends on how free his hooves are.”
[09:34] DDR: “And like…do you use toilet paper or just, wipe off on him?”
[09:34] DDR: “Does he use his tongue?”
[09:34] DDR: “What do you do with the paper if you do use it?”
[09:34] DDR: “Does he have a preferred flavor of paper?”
[09:35] DDR: “Does he still talk?”
[09:35] DDR: “How often do you need to change him out?”
[09:36] ViolaR: “Drew, dear, I am still responding in the main chat. There was paper last I checked, but I am uncertain if it was necessary or not. This is fairly fresh news for me as well. But he will make your visit as comfortable as he can.”
My chest oscillated… huffing out through my nostrils. I flicked back to my Reign chat, staring at his icon, remembering his face, so I could picture it down the loo.
[09:39] DDR: “What about other services…? What if I have to go number three? Does he… 'Assist' with that?”
The chat went silent for a bit. The message dots indicating Viola typing shone up, then faded. Bright, then gone. I tapped my hoof against my bed frame, playing with the zipper to my hoodie. Waiting…
[09:42] ViolaR: “Yes. To my knowledge, he would.”
All the anticipation flooded out of me in a wheeze, and it roiled into a chuckle. I gnawed on my lip while drumming my hoof against the bed frame. I could picture it clear as day now: Reign's perfect, face framed in the bowl with my dick hanging over him. There wouldn't be enough space on his face for smugness once I'd be down with him…
[09:46] DDR: “Got it mom. This is still like, a lot to process, but I think I'll get the hang of it.”
[09:47] ViolaR: “That is such a relief to hear dear. I am certain your brother will appreciate it.”
Right. That, put an ever so small hamper on my mood. My perfect way to get at him scot-free, and he'd enjoy it… I shrugged. Still worth it. I'm sure I could find some way to make him regret making himself too open…
[09:49] DDR: “Sure will. Thanks for the head's up, mom.”
~ 2 ~
Deep, long breaths, in and out. Just think, letting my mind wander. A glance back at the screen… it was still there. What was Viola saying about our son…? Looking at the description she'd written out on our private messages. All the words there were… It didn't, sit right. I kept staring at it, but nothing made sense. I hadn't been able to make sense of it. I picked up the phone, and made one more message.
Private Chat with ViolaR
[09:21] BrookR: “Sweetums?”
[09:22] ViolaR: “Yes, buster?”
So, she responded to my message. But… what do I do now?
[09:30] ViolaR: “Buster?”
[09:33] ViolaR: ” Brook? Are you still there?”
[09:33] BrookR: “Could you, take it from the top?”
[09:34] ViolaR: “It is not as bad as it sounds.”
There were scarce worse starts to a sentence – other possible contenders being “Look on the bright side” and “My sisters are visiting.”
[09:35] ViolaR: “He does an upstanding job of it, and he certainly has your stamina. It was late into the moon hours when I got to him, and our boy was holding strong.”
[09:37] BrookR: “Sweetums…”
First, Drew's situation was just going downhill, back home and closed off in his room every day. And now this? It couldn't get much lower could it…? But then…
[09:41] ViolaR: “I know you miss him.”
My chest contracted at this message. I stared into the screen. As it dimmed, my reflection emerged, and within that reflection, I could see Reign. Had it already been so long? I could only sit idly by so long, thinking of how happy he must be with Sinder, before it started to tear at my heart as well. A calm breath.
[09:46] BrookR: “How big was this party?”
[09:49] ViolaR: “Two dozen, easily.”
[09:49] BrookR: “That is impressive.”
[09:50] BrookR: “Hardly a chance to clog the pipes then.”
[09:52] ViolaR: “It certainly is, Buster mine~. There is much in our son to be proud over. I hope you can see that.”
[09:53] BrookR: “He is our son. I am sure I will.”
