Under New Management

 

Music was life for Vinyl Scratch, and the stage was her temple. She had done sets and gigs corner to corner in Equestria, and the thumping bass of her heart drove her to scout out new and stranger lands. She tended to not let herself settle in any one place for too long, but for the moment she had dug her heels into a grungy, underground club westward of the nearest equestrian settlement. It was a strange little setup, the walls close to crumbling and the general décor of the place being well out of its time, but the audio setup was next to none. The speakers were bleeding edge, and the thrill from her mixing and her tracks pumping out of them were unmatched.

 

The management struck her as a little odd however, granted she had found the farther she strayed from the big cities, the more common that fact became. The seedy club was run by a single pudgy Unicorn, his coat mottled grey and black, and his voice almost as gruff as the mane atop his head. He exuded the sort of shady presence that Vinyl had learned to be careful of, but as long as he continued to let her play with his toys, she didn’t mind the strange looks he would often shoot at her.

 

All was fine until one night, around 2 week into her time there when, during an especially hardcore set, Vinyl blew out one of the gargantuan subwoofers adorning the wall behind her. “Shit, shit, shit” she muttered to herself as she scrambled to adjust her audio levels, but the damage had been done. Looking over the crowd, Vinyl saw various species of anthros, all licking their lips as if they knew something she didn’t.

 

Sauntering onto her platform, the manager of the club spoke softly into Vinyl’s ear; “Why don’t you accompany me into my office for a minute”. His words sounded kind, but there was something about them that worried the DJ. “What about the..” She begun to ask, her words being cut off by the rotund Equine queuing up an automated set on her equipment, answering her question about the music before she could even ask it. Shutting up, Vinyl simply followed the manager into his back office, her head hung low as she walked.

 

Indicating to a rather worn out looking chair, Vinyl took a seat opposite her Equine boss, his hands clenched as his expression softened. “The look on your face tells me you know just how expensive that equipment was, don’t you?” he asked, his voice keeping steady, as if he were speaking to a child explaining how they misbehaved. Vinyl simply nodded, and he continued; “Worry not Miss Scratch, I don’t expect you to pay out of pocket, we both know you would struggle to make enough gigging for a year to pay it off. This isn’t the first time one of my, ahem, guests have broken something. So, I propose you pay me back with your time. I can see the skills you have, and I’m interested in putting them to good use. Do we have an agreement?”

 

It all sounded very reasonable to her. And while his offer did calm her nerves, something felt a little off about the whole thing. “I… I accept, thank you for your understanding sir” Vinyl retorted, bowing her head slightly. Looking back at him, his palm was outstretched with a glass, what appeared to be exotic booze. “Then a toast, to resolving things, plain and simple”. Not wanting to offend him, she raised the glass before necking the questionable contents.

 

The burning sensation of it sliding down her throat was the last thing she would recall for some time.

 

The first thing to come back was Vinyl’s hearing, her surroundings sounding muffled and distorted. As her senses returned though, she came to realise she couldn’t move. She was bound somewhere, the feeling of cold porcelain beneath her. A series of ropes had her body contorted somewhat so that she laid on her knees, with her arms behind her and her head craned out. There also appeared to be an adjustable ring gag, which was currently forcing her to keep her mouth open.

 

The next indicator was the cold sting of the air brushing across her sex. The porcelain below radiated cold, as it made her nipples harden. Besides her bindings, the only covering she could feel on her was some sort of collar around her neck. Clearly, she was laid bare, for the world to see. Despite the palpable fear she felt within her heart, somewhere deep inside, Vinyl felt a rush from being so on display, her pussy winking as she tried to make sense of the feelings within her.

 

Things began to make sense though, as her boss walked back into her field of view, groping his now-tented crotch as he made his approach toward her bound body. “I’m so glad we could come to a working arrangement, Vinyl. You see, the music is nice and all, but most of my patrons come for a more… intimate reason. Some people are just born with certain… desires, and it’s not their fault that they are. What’s right is to offer them an outlet, to be filthy and relieve themselves however they please, so that’s where you come in. You see, my previous toilet was stolen from me, by some fat pig. So, you blowing out a speaker offered a unique opportunity to replace her”.

 

Vinyl’s mind raced at a million miles a minute. “Toilet? Her? Filthy desires???” she thought, while fruitlessly pulling at her chains. Things got worse when the boss whipped his junk out, beads of perspiration dripping off it as his musky cock and balls were exposed to the air. His scent quickly found its way to Vinyl’s nose, which wrinkled in response. “Don’t worry though, you’ll learn to accept it soon enough. Plus, I find it’s easier if ya ease them into the hard stuff slowly. So be a good girl and suck my nuts clean. If you’re good, I won’t throat fuck you as hard”.

 

“No no no no no no NO” her mind raced, while letting out what moans and groans her ring gag would allow. The unwashed stink grew stronger and stronger as he approached, its fishy musk stinging her sensitive nose. She pondered just how long it must have been since he bathed, knowing it would be her tongue that would be licking clean the sweaty, wrinkled surface of the Pony’s ballsack.

 

“I can make things easy, or very difficult for you, you know” the imposing figure before her said, his sweaty nuts swinging in front of her eyes. “It’s in both of our interests that you behave, you see”. With that remark, he seemed to pull out a remote of some sort, and with a push of a button, Vinyl felt an immensely uncomfortable jolt pulse through her body, as it felt as though every muscle in her body tensed up at once. With this, her jaw was forced open, and the unsavoury Stallion dragged his musky cock head over her tongue, giving Vinyl her first taste.

 

It was fishy and unpleasant, but compared to the sensation of being jolted, it was favourable. As he placed the remote back in his pocket, she began to lick the head. Running her tongue over the sides of his shaft, it began to engorge, her boss clearly getting hard over her ministrations. As he did so, his flare began to extend from that wrinkled sheath, and a smattering of off-white cock cheese that coated it. As it made itself known, Vinyl’s nose wrinkled once more, the build up of old sweat, cum and piss offending her senses.

 

“Jeez, just when was the last time he washed it? Oh Celestia, that’s what I’m doing, isn’t it. Washing his dirty cock, with my mouth…” Vinyl thought to herself, as she took a cursory taste of the club manager’s smegma.

 

“Heavens, that feels good. But enough, I want to breed you now, mare.” He said, with little regard for her feelings. Instead, he simply tugged on her ropes, turning her around so she laid prone, with her rump high in the air, ready to be fucked. Exercising little concern, he plunged his cock deep within her, whinnying as he did so. Despite her feelings, Vinyl moaned out in pleasure against the feelings of his member filling her, its smelly length staining her with its filth. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. Each beat of his heart pulsed through his shaft, and into her, making her feel almost one with the perverse club owner.

 

His thrusting came to an abrupt end however as a knock rung out through the room. Sweat dripped down the Stallion’s mane as he pulled out of his toilet Mare, torturously slowly. “Seems your first client is here. Good luck, and I hope for your sake you learn quick, toilet” he said, while exiting as swiftly as he had entered just minutes ago. Not before repositioning Vinyl once more, now flat on her back against the cold of the porcelain.

 

The first of her new clients seemed to be a chubby Zebra, their clothes fitting a little too tightly around their flank. Approaching her, he seemed to have a sense of glee about him. “It’s… Really you! Ohmygosh, and I get to do anything I want to you”. From her position below him, Vinyl could see a damp patch of sweat between the Zebra’s legs, and a mild vinegary stench wafting off him. Further, she couldn’t shake the thought that she had seen him somewhere before.

 

“I’ve waited so long for this. You’re gonna love how my ass tastes, I’ve kept it filthy especially for you!” he continued, every word dripping with glee. In a flash, he pulled his pants off, throwing them to the side of Vinyl’s head. In her peripheral vision, she could see skidmarks staining the back of them. But before she could protest, the overweight Equine began to squat down over Vinyl’s head, and it was then that her fears were confirmed. Clearly, he hadn’t showered in a long time, with shit stains and dried crap filling his asscrack. The stink hitting her now made the stench of stale sweat before seem like a fine perfume compared to the stinking mess of fish and rotting meat emanating from the glistening hole, rapidly approaching her sensitive nose.

 

Vinyl tried to close her mouth in vain, the mechanism keeping it open as those oversized cheeks wrapped around her face. Her nose became ground zero for the Zebra’s messy hole as he began to grind it all over her nose.

 

“Oh... Sweet Celestia, It tastes as bad as it smells” Vinyl thought to herself, as the chubby flesh invaded her mouth, brushing against her tongue. Dried streaks of shit melted on her tongue, revealing the rank depths of their flavour like perverse dinner platter. Keeping her tongue still to save her senses, the Zebra above her boomed down a clear command.

 

“I paid good money to use you, and spent all this time keeping my ass dirty for you, so stop stalling and clean my rump!”. The jovial tone had faded, and fearing the repercussions, Vinyl began to shyly lick his ass. Working her tongue like a plow, she scooped up most of the dried crap onto it. They had clearly been eating a considerable amount of processed food, with how greasy the waste in her mouth felt. There was also a harsh BBQ undertone to it, which concerned the unicorn as she was picking out the flavours in some fat Zebra’s shit.

 

“Mmm, that felt good. But I’m almost out of time, so let me see you swallow it down” He said, getting up off her. The rush of fresh air was a godsend for a moment, before he knelt down, pressing his snout against hers. Feeling afraid to go against him, Vinyl felt the sticky slop slide down her throat, something her stomach protested against, groaning and grumbling. “You smell great, you know. See you around, Vinyl” He said, parting words along with a small lick against her snout. And without so much as a peep, he was gone.

 

And in came the next patron. A griffin, with a thick, spiky golden mane. “Fuckin finally, I’m bursting. Now listen, Pony, i get that you’re new here and all, but you so much as eep out a word against what I’m gonna have you do, and they’ll be needing to find another replacement for you, understand? Name’s Zeke, don’t you forget it”. Compared to her last patron, this one seemed a lot rougher and used to this sort of thing. Knowing better than to speak up, Vinyl simply nodded. “Good, we won’t be needing this then. Feels much better to know you sluts are doing this willingly than you not having a choice” Zeke added, removing her mouth gag. The relief on her jaw was much appreciated, though it was swiftly replaced with one of the thickest members she had ever seen.

 

A pair of thick, furry nuts swung below the thick, tapered cock, much different from any equine junk she had seen before. As it plowed its way through her maw, Vinyl noticed how dirty it tasted. There was a slimy film covering it, different to the smegma she had tasted from the Stallion’s cock. “Just done fucking some Mare in the ass, so clean me up while I piss, ‘kay?” Zeke boasted, triumphantly. Vinyl then realised the taste in her mouth was a mix of shit and cum, cooked up in some Pony’s asshole. But more importantly, a bitter jet of piss began to erupt from the Griffin’s tip.

 

Swallowing it all down was next to impossible. Vinyl swallowed and swallowed, but the flow was too heavy for her to keep up. It began to seek out her mouth and nose, before Zeke made it worse by pulling out of her mouth. “You smell terrible, let me do you a favour and clean you up”. It was only slightly preferable to gulping it down though, the acrid nutty taste stinging in the back of her throat. His flow finally came to an end though, as Vinyl coughed a little, her face and mane drenched in dark yellow Griffon piss.

 

“Main course time, you better be hungry” he said, plopping his feathery ass down onto her face. Reaching a claw down to her sex, he warned “And you better finish it all”. The warning was as ominous as it was obvious. Vinyl was about to take the final step of becoming a toilet. Thankfully his behind was relatively clean and well kept, but she knew that was about to change as his hole began to puff out. A thick, gooey mess began to crackle out, and it was now or never. Screwing her eyes shut, Vinyl wrapped her mouth against the pulsing ring and began to massage the log of waste into her mouth using her tongue. Her face turning red from holding the foul dung in her mouth, Vinyl had no choice but to start swallowing down the muck. Its foulness beyond compare, Vinyl noted how different it tasted from the Zebra’s dirty rump. It was more akin to raw meat, a steak, pre digested and filtered through the gasses and stinks Zeke’s gut produced.

 

As the last nuggets of shit left his ass, Zeke simply took in the unrivalled pleasure of listening to someone gulp down his shit. Given the complaints he normally got from stinking out bathrooms, to know that someone would consume such filth turned him on like nothing else. He went to order her to begin licking his ass clean when;

 

*Crash*

 

The door to the toilet flung open, and a dishevelled looking Diamond Dog scurried in. “Move, move, I can’t hold it no longer, and you’ve used up your time!”. In his rush, the Canine practically threw Zeke off Vinyl’s face, shit still smeared on both his ass, and her muzzle. It was all such a shock to her that she didn’t close her mouth as he hurried to sit on her face, his ring keeping it forced open now.

 

*Pfffffffft*

 

The sound of hot, stinking, shit-laden gas seeped out of the hole, directly into Vinyl’s mouth. As the gas condensed, it carried with it the revolting taste of rotting eggs and cabbage. Zeke protested for a moment, still shocked by the Dog’s brazen attitude, but as the stink from its gas spread out, he let out an audible gag and winced away, not wanting to be anywhere near what was about to happen.

 

“Oh gods, that burrito didn’t agree with me. Hope you like the taste of sloppy shit, broad”, the Diamond Dog warned. Vinyl was still coughing and spluttering though, from the red hot fart circulating through her lungs. “If just his farts are this bad…” She thought, but by then it was too late. Letting out a pained groan, the beast above her began to let out a torrent of gooey diarrhoea straight into Vinyl’s mouth.

 

Swallowing wasn’t even part of the occasion. What felt like litres of the foul liquid poured out of that rank hole, and at first the pressure just forced the substance down her throat, her stomach expanding a little from all the shit she was being made to consume. The taste was even worse though. Like rotting meat and cheese, with a hint of battery acid. The foul substance coated every inch of her maw, before the pressure became too great. Despite Vinyl feebly trying to swallow as fast as she could to be able to breathe, it began to spill out, and the Diamond Dog raised his ass a little. Clearly feeling no shame, he let the torrent of loose waste squirt all over Vinyl’s head, its nastiness pouring down over the contours of her breasts and sex, and leaving her coated in a thick layer of fetid muck.

 

She just lay there silent, hardly able to comprehend the foulness of what had just happened, or the nasty taste lingering on her tongue. She just, from the floor of the toilet, watched the foul beast swagger off patting his belly, clearly happy to relieve his stomach. Reaching the door to the bathroom, he simply shouted out.

 

“We need clean-up in here”