Fluttershy Toiletslave 3 feat. Rainbow Dash


                                            >"A-Anon... can I eat your poopies?"

                                            "Sorry? What was that, Fluttershy?"

                                            >Her eyes are rippling pools of shame, threatening to burst at any moment.

                                            >She swallows the trembling lump forming in her throat and tries again.

                                            >"Can I... eat... your poopies?"

                                            >The rainbow-maned pegasus beside her rolls her eyes and shoves her aside.

                                            >"She's asking you to shit in her mouth, Anon. Looks like Flutters here has finally gathered up the gusto to ask!"

                                            "Hm. I'm not convinced."

                                            >"Please... don't make me ask again."

                                            >"Heh. Don't worry, Anon. She just has a little performance anxiety. How 'bout you give me something to drink first so I can show her how it's done?"

                                            >With a feisty flick of her tail Rainbow Dash saunters towards you and watches with welling enthusiasm as you unfasten your belt.

                                            "You used to hate this stuff."

                                            >"Eh. Let's just say it's an acquired taste."

                                            >You pull away the button on your boxer briefs and thread your cock through; her eyes glint at the sight of it, and within moments her tongue is wrapped around the shaft.

                                            >She's worked out the perfect technique to have you hard as a rock in just a matter of seconds.

                                            >The only sounds present in the cottage are the rhythmic ticking of Fluttershy's cuckoo clock and the hungry wet mouth sounds as Dash feels your meat swell and ossify in her mouth.

                                            >She pulls her head away, your cock now slick with her saliva.

                                            >"C'mon! You haven't pissed all day; you must be bursting!"

                                            "Yeah... There's a lot in there. Think you're up to the task?"

                                            >She flicks her mane to the side and grins.

                                            >"Of course I am! Lemme have it!"

                                            >Her mouth opens and her tongue falls over her bottom lip, dripping a dollop of eager spittle onto the floor.

                                            >After a few seconds you feel a stream of piss burst from the end of your cock.

                                            >It catches her on the cheek at first, but she promptly shifts her head across so that it fills her mouth with a hollow trickling sound.


                                            >Fluttershy watches your arc of urine glisten against the sun coming through the dining room window, a rushing, unstoppable jet of liquid gold.

                                            >When Dash's mouth has been filled, she gulps the salty goodness down her throat, ready to take in another mouthful.

                                            >She's really getting good at this.

                                            >The apprehensive disgust is no longer present on her face - instead, it actually seems like she's enjoying this.

                                            >With another mouthful down you feel your pee stream coming to an end.

                                            "That's almost all of it."

                                            >Feeling the hot splash is about to abate, Dashie shuts her eyes tight and allows your stream to wash over her entire face; she likes it in her mane, over her brow, dripping down her chin and running in a steady rivulet down the bend of her neck.

                                            >The flow dies down into a splatter, and ends.

                                            >"Ahh! Refreshing as ever, Anon!"

                                            >Her darkened coat shimmers in the light, completely deluged in piss.

                                            >"Okay, Fluttershy. Looks like it's your turn."

                                            >You flash her a wicked smile and she lowers her mane over her face, eyes darting around the room for some kind of escape route but finding none exist.

                                            >She's going to have to take this.

                                            >As you pass by Rainbow Dash you playfully shove her face into the seat of your jeans and push a noisy buzz of flatulence out against it.

                                            >You hear her sniff it in as deep as her lungs will take it.

                                            >"Whew! Smells like Fluttershy's in for a surprise."

                                            >With one last nuzzling against your ass Rainbow steps aside to watch the show.

                                            >Your pants lower and your knees bend slightly; you face your exposed ass to Fluttershy and she trembles.

                                            >"Go ahead, Flutters! Give it a nice big sniff - if you're lucky you'll still be able to smell that last fart!"

                                            "She won't have to wait long for another."

                                            >She presses her nose into your unshaven crack, cautiously at first.

                                            >She draws in a careful sniff and her throat gurgles at the biting odor of festering sweat.

                                            "Pretty good, right?"

                                            >"O-Oh, yes. I-It's... great, Anon."


                                            >"Great? C'mon! What did I tell you about being appreciative?!"

                                            >Dash bumps Fluttershy to the side and stuffs her muzzle into your crack, licking and sniffing like a dog.

                                            >"Have you never heard of a shower or something, Anon? This is worse than usual."

                                            "Yeah. Guess I've been a little busy."

                                            >She leaves with one last whiff and allows Fluttershy to assume her position again.

                                            >"You're such a loser, Anon, but your farts smell good, so I guess I'll forgive you."

                                            "Ah, shit."

                                            >"Wh-What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?" Fluttershy pushes her nose in a little deeper.

                                            "No. Literally. I think it's about to come out."

                                            >"Oh, my... I don't know if I'm ready. This is... oh, it's such a big responsibility, and-"

                                            >"Flutters. Relax. If you spill a little, don't worry. I'll lick it up for you."

                                            >"Th-Thank you."

                                            >The mares are interrupted by a wet duck call from your behind.

                                            >This is a long, hot one, and it brushes over Fluttershy's face for its full duration.

                                            >She retches but keeps her head in place.

                                            >"Man, Anon. A little wet, don't you think?"

                                            "That doesn't sound good."

                                            >You go to push another fart out, only... this isn't a fart.

                                            >A wet splatter of brown that paints Fluttershy's face.

                                            >Your asshole gulps, blows another wet fart, and then, in perfect sequence, another squirt of liquid shit.

                                            >"Ha! Holy Celestia, Fluttershy! You're soaked!"

                                            >You peer over your shoulder and see that her complexion is dripping in your watery runs. She shivers.

                                            "Whoops. Sorry about that. How about you go ahead and seal your mouth down there so we don't spill anymore."

                                            >She lowers her head for just a moment - an instant of doubt - but complies, pinching her lips into a pucker and pressing them tightly around your sphincter.

                                            >You take this as your cue to push harder, feeling a powerful blast of shit run into her mouth.

                                            >Every muscle in the pegasus' body shudders. She whines, gurgling your feces as it runs down her throat.


                                            >You push a little harder and these infrequent bursts become one long stream.

                                            >Hot, chunky diarrhea running like a river over Fluttershy's tongue.

                                            >Rainbow watches with excitement as her throat gulps it down audibly.

                                            >It settles hot in her stomach.

                                            >"Geez, Anon, what did you eat?"

                                            "You know, I'm not too sure. Probably something Pinkie gave me."

                                            >"Sounds about right. Hey - she's holding up pretty well."

                                            >Fluttershy is doing an impressive job of swallowing your rolling cascade of shit, loud wet gulps coming every few seconds to accommodate the speed and force of your release.

                                            "Almost... all of it."

                                            >With one final muffled quack of a fart you feel that your stomach is emptied.

                                            >Fluttershy steps back, dizzied and repulsed.

                                            >"You did a great job there, Fluttershy!"

                                            >As Rainbow waltzes over to clean you up, all the meek yellow pony can do is bring up a wet belch into her face.

                                            >"S-Sorry."

                                            >Rainbow catches the scent of shit in her burp.

                                            >"Sheesh. I don't think it's supposed to smell like that, Anon."

                                            "Yeah, yeah. Clean up so I can get my pants back on."

                                            >Fluttershy wanders to the bathroom to clean up and Dash attends to your dirtied asshole, tongue pressing forefully through your ring of muscle to really clean you thoroughly.

                                            "Hey... you think we could get Twilight in on this?"