Chapter #5Even Princesses are unladylike on the crapper. by: Godot   Your curiosity overcomes the gut feeling of fear, and you manage to well up your courage and crane your neck upwards. You peek in through the window, which has been opened just a crack to ventilate whatever noxious fumes are generated inside. Your heart flutters at what you see, inside the small, one-pony bathroom is THE Princess Celestia, squatting over her porcelain throne. She grunts, and lets out an airy fart into the small trough underneath her. Wait, are princesses allowed to fart?
She starts muttering under her breath. You lean in closer, just so you could hear her voice.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Celly, what's wrong with you? You can't say no to your subjects. Spend a day in Fillydelphia, and you eat everything in sight. 'Have some of our famous Filly Cheesecake Princess!' or 'Have some extra fries, Celestia, put some of our delicious chili on it!'. Oh my aching colon..."
Her wings perk up as she blows out another wet fart, followed by the sound of her royal shits plopping down into the water below. You catch a whiff of her intestinal byproducts wafting out of the window, and retch. Sheesh, what an ungodly stench. Whatever she ate must be killing her, and judging from the stench it'll be killing whatever plantlife is nearby Celestia's majestic rear. She grunts softly, and a little puff of flatulence escapes her tush.
"Well, as long as the guards know I have the shits, they won't be coming anywhere near this room. Heh, they're probably guarding from the outside to stay away from the odor." Celestia chuckles. This must not have been the first time she's been gripped by the runs. She glances at her well manacured hoof, and says, "And I'm not getting a better chance than this..."
Your eyes go wide. She couldn't be, but she is. You watch in horror and amazement as Celestia's hoof dips lower, and lower, until it disappears between her haunches. She starts to pant softly, and her wings start to rise as she pats herself down. Her pace picks up quickly, and in her arousal her farting and shitting starts to flow freely.
You lean in closer, you couldn't walk away from this show if you wanted to. And you sure as hell don't want to. You put your hooves up against the window and soon you're panting too, fogging up the glass. But, of course, the worst possible thing happens. You put too much pressure on the window, and tumble forward right into the bathroom. Your nose is assaulted by the thick stench that's accumulated in Celestia's "Throne Room". In her surprise, she gasps and blows another mound of wet dung into the toilet. You stare at each other, both wide-eyed and terrified. You fall to your knees,
"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!"
"Shh."
You freeze. Then you look up, she's staring at you, but this time she looks pleased. Very pleased. Before you have a moment to think your ruler and goddess opens her mouth and she... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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