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Dirty Domination

Satisfying Their Every Need

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Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Continued from part one...

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Something crackled in the air as Arctic was gulping down more excrement from Celestia, his darkened stomach churning and rumbling with so many lumps of shit that it was impossible for him to turn his attention to anything else. Yet he had to pay attention, had to take note, for the alicorns that stepped out of the fizzling, crackling magic were none other, of course, than the evil counterparts to the sisters. Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon came in nothing but their natural coats, though even they wrinkled their noses at Arctic, how he was being used. They were not the sorts to turn their noses up at him, of course, though to see the rulers of Equestria engaged in something so debasing to one of their subjects, well... It begged the question as to who the evil-doers were after all that!

"Celestia, I never thought you to be this crude," Daybreaker said with a toss of her flaming mane, a cackle and a smirk on her lips. "Do your subjects know how you break ponies like this? Maybe they would want to find out..."

Of course, there was no way for Daybreaker to reveal what had gone on there and Celestia paid her no mind. Although the evil alicorns could also use the portal and chamber to relieve themselves, it was not a place where their paths crossed, each choosing their privacy in the matter. That, however, was all about to chance as Nightmare Moon shook her head, the revulsion that crossed her muzzle initially too easily replaced with lust and hunger. For she was the only one of them, so far, that had completely gone off the rails and tried to break free to take over Equestria, her penchant and delirious infatuation with the crudities of life beyond that of anyone else there. Perhaps even Arctic too, when it came to the sexual side of it...

They didn't have to ask to join in, not with the oh so very suspect splatter of cum on Arctic's stomach, though it was difficult to see with so much lumpy scat trying to push its way through, making itself known in the crudest of ways. Everything about him was stained and dirty, just the way a slave of his station should have been, the scat pounding into his tail hole as Luna bore down on him driving his shaft into twitching, over-sensitive overload. He rarely came without any stimulation on his cock at all but the pressure on the pegasus' prostate was too great to resist, howling through a mouthful of Celestia's scat as he tried to gulp it down, doing her bidding simultaneously.

They told him that he was a scat-slut, a piss-whore, but the words washed over him like the flooding of Daybreaker's piss as she angled her hindquarters just right and forced it out. A touch of magic at the right time too helped her direct it at his face, hosing him down in urine while he was forced to swallow Celestia's droppings, the coils thickening as she pushed back against him, holding him to her with a hook of a hind leg too around his neck. There was no sense in letting him get away, after all, forced to bear through every last little devious thing that they wanted to do with him, his coat stained yellow as Daybreaker moaned out her relief.

"Mmph... Maybe you two princesses are onto something there before even the queens come in to play..."

Arctic's dirtied tail hole was placed on show as Nightmare Moon smirked and stepped up to him, levitating a thick pile of droppings with her magic: the perfect size to start with. The problem was that, with the sheer volume of scat that was forced into him, Arctic was not merely bloating out with his stomach, his limbs thickening, his body trying to make room for everything inflating him. He had to blow up in some direction and, truly, there was only so many ways that his body could go as he groaned and tried to roll his head, though Daybreaker was there, joining Celestia with piles of scat at the ready.

They may have emptied, or partly emptied, their bowels for the moment, but that was not going to stop them from ensuring that as much as they could possibly grind up into him from their secret place was right up where it belonged before the day's end. The stallion barely knew who was abusing him at any time as a hot jet of piss washed down his balls, thick scat from the last humiliating deposit slipping from his nuts while they ached and throbbed for more. Shit was forced into his mouth, driven there by magic, and they even numbed his throat so that he did not gag, allowing them to make him swallow up more and more, no end to the sordid nature of his debasement.

Of course, his cock was of interest to one of them and he blinked his eyes open to find Daybreaker sliding her marehood down over his cock, taking his hyper shaft deep up into her sex. She groaned and hissed, tongue flickering out darkly, almost like that of a snake, though the burst of pleasure was all he could think about even as thick logs of waste ground up under his tail. It was more than he could handle, pressed up so viciously and demandingly to his prostate, and the pegasus flapped his filthy wings and howled around gagging mouthfuls of shit, trying to contain himself. There was no holding back, however, as Daybreaker took leave and liberty of him, her body working his cock over as he lightly plumped out her stomach with a hefty load of seed. It was not enough to distract him from the near bursting pressure under his tail and in his gut but it was an interlude that he greedily snatched up and drank down, belly churning and grumbling.

Anxious rumbles rolled forth from his strained and swollen stomach, though he didn't have time to either think or worry about that. No, he just had to please them, one of the alicorns using a huge, magical dildo to jam more shit up under his tail, forcing lumps and logs of it deeper and deeper. A jolt of magic had it squirming through his intestines well and truly like living tentacles and he grunted, though there was a dirty tail hole pressed to his lips.

"Lick it!"

That was Celestia as she took charge fully of his muzzle once more and the poor slave-slut of a broken-down stallion could only obey, not even having the tears left to spill in overwhelming emotion. It was too much even for a hardened piss-pony who thought there was nothing he could be pushed to in humiliation that would go too far, alas there he was. And with the alicorns around him, there was no matter or manner of escape, the chains of his bondage finally snapping, not even the steel able to hold up to the bulge of his stomach forcing his legs apart. It did, however, allow his shoulders and hindquarters, particularly down the line of his hamstrings, some relief easing down. Yet the gurgling bubble of his belly bloated out and out, licking and rimming Celestia's tail hole for all he was worth, though she had emptied out of scat before the others.

Nightmare Moon cheekily bopped her aside, allowed such liberties in the eroticism of using him as their pony-toilet, her bowels and guts by far not in the same state. While Celestia helped Luna and even Daybreaker, still riding his cock before his belly became too large to hold the position, fill his backside with scat, Nightmare Moon filled his muzzle. It was a thicker load and started with solids, forcing his muzzle to accept the logs, his lips strained wide and broken at the corners. He was not meant to keep his mouth open for so long as ropes were pushed by the next log down and down his throat, though there was no longer all that much space left in his stomach for them to plop into. The skin of his stomach was not smooth from the previous inflation with piss and gas, as much of a strange sensation as that was as the scat broke up within his stomach and guts, but was lumpy and grotesque, even to him. No part of him looked natural as his entire body grew lumpier and lumpier, a shapeless mass of a slutty scat-stallion, a stallion that, truly, was only good for one thing when it came down to the alicorns and their desires.

His balls were drained but he barely had a chance to feel the pleasure of it as his guts rumbled. Daybreaker was barely able to get back all the way on his cock as she sealed herself between the dirtied blanket of his balls and his stomach on the other side, though she could not stay there for too long. Quickly, quickly - that was the name of the game, her stomach growling, snarling, her body aching for the debauchery that her nightmare sister and the so-called princesses of Equestria were enjoyed. After all, his balls had to be completely emptied, load after load, for her to get what she wanted from him.

Dimly, he was aware of Daybreaker releasing his sorely wanton cock, though he was not such a fool as to think that it was all over. No, oh, no, that could not be, though not even Arctic could have anticipated just how far the nightmares of sun and moon would drive him. The white alicorn's marehood pressed to his cock, a magical seal forming around, though the stream of piss that flowed forth was not as bad as it could be. Squirming and wriggling weakly in their filth, Arctic tried to not think about what was happening as piss flowed straight down his cock, working its way down the wrong tube, forced into his nuts to replace the cum that had been spent.

His body could not help but respond, cock throbbing and remaining perfectly hard for Daybreaker. She laughed out loud, through her head back, spitting and swearing and letting out everything that she'd held back, though her calling him a "slut" was, by far, the least of it all. The hot flow of piss pooled in his nuts but it was almost a warming, comforting sensation in comparison to everything else as his balls ballooned out, though he couldn't tell if the stream of urine was natural or magically-infused. Frankly, it didn't matter to Arctic. He was going to have to bear through it anyway.

More and more... The taste of musky scat bloating out his chubby cheeks could not be ignored, even with the weight of his balls sagging down even more weightily. They almost appeared separate to his body as his legs stuck up and out comically, forced there by the bloat of his stomach and rapidly rising nuts.

Yet something was wrong. Very wrong. The hot flow eased and was replaced with pressure, a scream trying to curl up from Arctic's throat as they magically stuffed his muzzle with scat, the alicorns laughing all the while. It all blurred into one, though the dirtiness of it all was what got to him, filthy on the inside and just as disgusting on the outside, though none of it was Arctic's doing. He was merely a passive player as they acted out what best suited their needs and, of course, duly filled his deepest and darkest of fantasies too. For what better place could there be for a pony-slave than to have every last orifice of his body stuffed with their scat, made lesser than what even he had considered himself to be?

His head reeled, yet he had to keep working, tongue pulling around a lump of droppings to pull it down his throat almost more readily. He'd swallowed so much that it was becoming an automatic reaction to having a mouthful, though the alicorns were considerate enough to swap out and wash his mouth down with piss too, allowing it to swirl and pool around his teeth and under his tongue. It made the taste worse rather than better but his nuts strained to hold the driving droppings as they plopped into them, Daybreaker smirking as she cruelly altered the consistency of them, playing with her body simply so that she could use and abuse him all the more.

"To think that this is your true place in the kingdom..."

Maybe she was right. Maybe it didn't matter, none of it, as shit filled his nuts, bulging out dirtily and showing through the strained skin of his sack. His testicles bulged grotesquely, though they were well-used to inflation too and his body would accommodate it, swelling as she deposited more and more into hi as if he really was nothing more than a toilet to her. Well, the kind of toilet that liked too what was happening to him, cock throbbing, weakly trying to drool pre-cum even though it was stained brown. Everything about him was marked and stained with brown shades, though there was a smear of green here and there too, reminiscent of the vegetarian diet, of course, that the alicorns held. The reek encompassed every fibre of his being and he swallowed hard, the action more difficult than ever, as more logs slid down his throat, leaving slick smears of scat on his lips and cheeks, let alone his muzzle.

Maybe they would have been guilty if they had not known that the slutty stallion loved it too, his cock remaining hard throughout. Of course, that was not the only reason that would remain to be seen for his wanting of it, what made his body tremble and ache so, but dream-walking later would see Arctic re-living it all in his dreams, enjoying climax after climax, even though it was not something that his mistress, in reality, would have allowed.

He was a slut and a whore of his stallion and it was the best place down there for him as Daybreaker was exchanged for Nightmare Moon, the seal around his cock temporarily breaking. Yet he was not allowed any respite as she pressed her tail hole to his shaft, grinding back on him and allowing the tease of anal, though it was not to be the deep, driving penetration that his kinky mind would have wanted. His cock would stay hard for her either way as she relieved herself inside him, twisting coils of scat pushing deep as he was forced to bear through even deeper humiliation.

It was not the pleasure that he'd been hoping for, despite his cock being inside her tail hole, taking it all - him, that was, not her. She did not allow him the luxury of being filled with her piss first as she used her magic, only a little, to carefully funnel her droppings straight down his cock, great, lumpy rounds travelling down the length much the same as if he was having eggs (rather oddly shaped ones, to be fair) laid in his cock. The tight passage of his urethra had to accept them, however, Arctic howling and gasping for air that would not be anywhere near enough to relieve any of the strained tension in his body, his world nothing but scat. He barely even remembered whether anything else had ever before existed for him, so far down had they broken him, Nightmare Moon grunting and letting the droppings flow from her tail hole straight down his cock.

More and more ploughed into him, filling him, though Arctic was hardly with himself, only feeling, panting, heaving for breath that would not ease the tension in his lungs. He whimpered as his guts ached, yet it was only to grow worse and worse, his stomach lumpy with all that had been pushed into him, his cock straining and dirtied, shit smeared across the head too. Yet that did not matter to the alicorns set on abusing him and all the more that they planned to use their best slave-stallion for.

Her tail hole broke from his shaft, allowing him to pull out, Arctic's groan rising, though that did not mean that the ordeal was over. His bladder was barely full of her shit as yet and Nightmare Moon used her magic, with a wicked cackle, vivaciously deposit steaming piles of droppings over his backside and swollen nuts, staining his coat in a fresh load, using her magic to feed and stuff it down his anal passage, delighting in his abuse as his nuts too bulged with loads of shit. It was hard, after all, to get arse to arse with him, considering the size of his balls with scat inflating them, so just why should she make things more difficult for herself when she had magic to use? No, that was not for a nightmare creature like her as she cackled, marehood winking, arousal up, mushing up the droppings that plopped from her rump while she stuffed the waste crudely down into his bladder.

There was piss to come too and she squeezed her tail hole back to his cock, the hole gaping so much that she could simply release a jet of hot urine straight down his shaft. The cum-tube allowed it to flow into his balls too, evening out the lumpy, churning scat within just a little too, though she was messy in her execution. Nightmare Moon sighed, ears slipping back with relief. It was simply a delight, even to her, to see how his coat and nuts stained yellow with her piss, marking him, debasing him, taking everything he was from him and more.

Nightmare Moon didn't care how much he squealed. That could only be heard, after all, between mouthfuls of waste, Daybreaker and Celestia swapping between themselves as they tried to outdo one another in stuffing the most shit down his throat at any one time. Tracks of exhausted tears streamed down the stallion's face all over again, although he was not present in the moment. All he could focus on was just how his cock bulged with each lot of droppings, how they dripped as they were squashed, Nightmare Moon sometimes swapping to his nuts too, just to keep him on the tips of his hooves - figuratively, of course. She didn't want him getting complacent even as his stomach rose more and more to twice the height of the alicorns, dwarfing the pony and encroaching on even their space.

The room, the portal-space that they were in, could be enlarged, however, and there was no limit to the scat-inflation that they could force him through while down there. It would expand to ensure that all were comfortable at all times, the force of scat within the stallion's body acting well enough as his bondage as he rocked back and forth. No more could he even squirm as the weight of his belly and balls threatened to crush the rest of his body, although the alicorns would ensure that things did not escalate in a bad direction with a little touch of magic. He would be used but not harmed, for that was not the way of it for them, caring for their subjects even while they were using him in the best way that, truly, they could break a pony just like Arctic down.

There was no other pony like Arctic, however, for them to spend such rampantly rancid lusts on and that was just why he was in such high demand with them and other ponies too when Fluttershy saw fit to hire him out. Everything ramped up, the ponies dominating him, struggling to outdo one another, pouring so much scat into his mouth that his cheeks and neck bulged out in a way that simply should not have been possible. Yet if anyone was going to break the fourth wall and all bounds of reality, it most certainly was the alicorns.

His body was fat and thick, rolling out in bulges where there should never have been bulges - not when he was a pony such as he was, his body straining to contain everything in the right places. Yet their magic hanged and influenced his body in a way that he simply could not understand. Arctic was not privy, after all, to the inner workings of alicorns as his urethra bulged and Nightmare Moon laughed, mocking how the helplessly hapless stallion squirmed and wriggled, his body but a toy for her to play with. Yet all that they did went far beyond anything that they had ever before been allowed to do to the stallion, stuffing him full with so much more than just toys and their own fluids.

There was a near enough limitless supply of waste in the dimension to fill him with, his nuts growing as the room expanded around them, allowing the ceiling to ease up so smoothly and seamlessly that even the intricacies of their magic went unnoticed. It was hard for him to think about that as the evil alicorns finally emptied out their bowels too, though they had not been storing it up for as long as Celestia and Luna. Dimly, Arctic wondered if they had been storing their scat for his use, though it was merely a passing thought and not one that lingered all that long as he had his chin lifted.

He was aware that his belly was higher than them, though the round of it seemed so big that he could barely understand just how it could have gotten that large, even in that moment. Was he as big as a house, as big as the castle? A tower of the castle? He didn't know and it didn't matter that he didn't know either as Princess Luna stood imperiously astride his head, releasing her bladder all over again. It was a part of her essence that he gladly gulped down, even then, swallowing rapidly, though still more splattered across his muzzle. The scent was thick and potent as if she had drunk something particularly strong recently, her legs braced and trembling as she relieved another of her basest of needs.

Still, all of that piss had to go somewhere and what better place for it to go than to ease and soften the mass of scat in his stomach? As he gulped it down, the lumps and bumps in his belly smoothed out, though just one full bladder, even an alicorn's full bladder, would not be enough to ease the stretch in such a gargantuan load. It bubbled and poured around the faeces in there, though he wasn't even sure how much of an influence the gas had anymore, so long ago had it been forced into him, the first nuance of his inflation. It had been the easiest of it all to bear, as much as it had restricted his movement in his bondage even back then, though so much had happened that it seemed quite as if it was something that had taken place on an entirely different day altogether.

Maybe it had. Maybe only hours had passed. Or those days. Arctic groaned. There was no way to know.

It was not his place to know as the debased and humiliating him, fudgy droppings thrust into his mouth as if they were an offering even as he was messily pissed on. As the strain in his stomach both eased and increased in equal and opposite measures, swapping one type of tension for another, his body still had so much more to give even if his mind was broken. They could still use him, after all, even though his mind was not, by any means, with what was happening to him anymore. He floated in a state of deep submission, neither knowing nor understanding, only receiving all that they had for him.

The bulge of his bladder rose as they took turns shoving droppings down there, choosing the slicker, sloppier ones, formed and shaped with their magic. They could have simply used their magic to ensure that all went to its rightful place but, in his case, it was so much more entertaining to them to simply use brute force. Sounding rods were a perfect size, increasing in thickness as their brutality did, to ram down his cock, magic funnelling waste into either his bladder or his balls as they saw fit. His urethra bulged obscenely and Arctic's moans went unnoticed, the rise of his stomach dwarfing him. It would have even blocked his head from view in such a position if they had not taken the liberty of using their magic to keep it back from his face, if only for the sole purpose of stuffing him with even more.

More...

Always more.

"How big can he get?"

"We've never tracked."

"I bet I can get his balls bigger than his stomach."

He dimly heard them talking about him but it was as if he was hearing their voices through a pane of glass, not present in the moment even though he was there, the one having everything done to him. He had never done all that well as an active player, however, until he was trained by Mistress Shy, and maybe that was just why he was, ultimately, able to succumb to their stuffing, his body plump and straining. His skin ached as if he was about to burst and the thought that, maybe just maybe, he was about to pop crossed his mind, though the fear was swiftly quashed. It was hard not to let it be overruled by his stuffing, shit swirling in his stomach as the logs and rounds shifted against each other, trying to make room for more.

"Ready, ladies?"

They lined up with their rear-ends facing him, showing off their rumps in a way that could have been erotic except for the fact that Arctic was smeared in shit from head to hoof. He no longer even looked like himself, his mane and tail soaked and clumpy with droppings, the waste painting him as a caricature, an inflated one, of his past self. Thus, he could only moan as they urinated in tandem, each one painting a different part of his body with their steaming piss, hot and enough to drench wherever it touched.

His head and mane swept to the side of his face as he gasped, trying to cling to reality even as his towering stomach looked higher still, bigger than a house in Ponyville, surely, streaming down the side of his muzzle. He would have drunk it down if they'd wanted him to but that was not the point of their watersports play at that time, more to humiliate him than anything else. Arctic could have laughed, although it would have been a laugh without any humour to it. Like he needed more humiliation after everything that they'd done to him!

His balls were treated to the same and there was even more of them than usual to paint in a yellow layer of staining, although pony piss could be orange or even darker still with the right drink and diet. The diet of the evil alicorns clearly was not all that well for it was their urine that reeked the most, marking him with the darkest of shades, each one distinctly different as they left their claim across everything.

His muzzle, his balls, the bulge of his bladder and, finally, the heaving, wobbling rise of his stomach. He didn't want to think about how big he was, how he must have been fit to burst out of Fluttershy's cottage if he'd been there, everything escalating to such extremes that he could barely understand what was happening to him. Nothing could have gone to such levels if he had not had the alicorns using their magic to shove more and more shit into him, lifting his balls out of the way as they returned to their main task at hoof. After all, they'd wanted to see just how big he could get, didn't they?

His tail hole tried to squeeze down and force out the intrusive push as his tail was yanked to the side and out of the way, though it was still in prime position to take steaming piles of droppings splattering over the top of it. Having his head buried under shit simultaneously could not have possibly made things any worse, though he had to gasp and heave to breathe as the pile grew and grew, placed there by the evil alicorns and, of course, those that had already emptied themselves. There was so much in there, however, that they would never run out, not even as they hissed and spat and showed him the true meaning of being at the very bottom rung of every ladder that could have ever been brought into existence.

"Scat-whore."

"Slut-stallion."

"Is that the best you've got?"

"Oh, shut up and stuff him."

He didn't need to know who was using him at any one time as shit was crammed into him, a dildo crudely used to stuff him and force it deep. The toy, of course, could not be jammed up into his intestines without causing him harm but, fortunately, the logs to follow did a good enough job of shoving all that had gone before them as deep as they could go. And, of course, that end goal was his stomach, plopping in and breaking up sickeningly, some of the harder logs holding their shape for longer. It was those that left the most defined shapes pressing out against his stomach, the strain showing through. They were dark too, darker than most, showing through the comparatively thin layer of skin and flesh separating his grumbling stomach from the open air.

Open air... He could have laughed at himself as they plugged up his tail hole, ensuring that there was no way for his body to expel what had been forced deep, even then. Oh, that was a joke, a funny joke indeed, though he had no choice in the matter. With one end secured, they could focus on the other, all of the alicorns clamouring, in a playful way, for position while they filled him, grabbing lumps of shit with their magic. The difference between them and him could not have been more stark even then, their coats pristine while his was despicably sullied. Maybe that was just another marker of his place and station in the world, he thought through a haze of misplaced lust, cock squashed between his bloated nuts and his belly.

It was not just magic, strictly, that was used to shove it down his throat, for they could use toys there too and even strap him into a feed bag, laughing as they poked and prodded his nuts to force him to guzzle it all down. It was making him do it seemingly of his own free will that was the most debasing of all, his heart thumping too hard, too heavily. The feed bag reached up behind his ears and he had to do it, had to swallow it all, even though he was half upside-down, not in quite the easiest position to do so. If he thought that the alicorns would accept that as any kind of excuse, however, for failure, he would find himself sorely mistaken, left forced to swallow it all anyway, even though he didn't want it.

But he did, oh... Oh, a part of him finally had to accept that, the musk and the reek of it all settling around him in the strangest of ways. It was wrong but it was right and he moaned around mouthfuls of waste, letting the half-slick droppings slide straight down his throat. In a way, it was where it belonged, the piss-pony, the scat-pony, merely finally being forced into his rightful position in life. It was not his right to take it but it was the right of those that so deigned to use him to put him there, however they pleased. For he had never truly had any say at all over his life since the first time Mistress Shy had taken him under her hoof, claiming him as hers, his will and whims used for another.

It was the way he liked it. But he didn't have to say that out loud.

They knew what to do with him, how to make him feel less and less like the pony that he was, the pony that he should have been. Arctic should have been independent and free but it was hard to feel at all like that with scat oozing over his coat, dripping along with the yellow stains of piss. No one that saw him could have possibly have seen him for anything other than what he was, which was, frankly, exactly the way that the alicorns wanted it to be. At least for a time.

Maybe it was a kindness to break him down like that but only time would tell just how large they would force him in time, all four of the alicorns driving him to swell more and more, not tiring one bit of their game in pumping him full of shit from all holes. No orifice was spared as his bladder bloat grew and grew and the mountains of waste around them, slowly, dwindled. That only meant, however, that they had to take him deeper, further in, seeking out the older piles that were just as fresh and musky as the rest, shoving his head into them to keep him there, pinned where they wanted him to be.

With his world encased in brown excrement, Arctic moaned and opened his mouth for more, submitting to the ultimate debasement.

It was all that he could do.

His stomach gurgled and stretched.

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Fluttershy had not been expecting Arctic home so soon but, well, she'd take her pony-pet home gladly whenever the princesses were done with him. She was out the front of her cottage, watering the plants with a song on her lips, when he appeared, the fizzling crackle of magic teleporting him there in an instant. Shrieking, she jumped back, allowing him space, though it took her eyes (and her nose too) more than a moment to understand, truly, what was right there before her.

Her eyes had to go up to take all of him in. Up and up... And then higher again still. He was big, so very big, her neck craning as her jaw dropped, though that was an action that his mistress instantly regretted as the stench hit her, musky and overwhelming, a decrepit reek of filth permeating her nostrils. For her beloved pony-pet was so big that he had to be ten times the size of her cottage, his belly bulging and lumpy, not like the smooth inflation that she had forced him through so many times before. His nuts were forced out behind him, they were still noticeably on show, half the size of his stomach, though they were similarly lumpy, a bulge above his rampant cock (that looked tiny when compared to his gut after such an ordeal) showing that his bladder had not been spared from whatever it was too that had been done to him.

Yet her eyes had to roam his body, his pristine, white coat no longer such as he rocked in filth, marked and stained, dirtied beyond all belief. She held a hoof over her nose in horror, the rise of his bloated bladder threatening in itself, though she saw a moment later that there was a sounding rod or plug or something like that stuck in the head of his dick to ensure that nothing that had gone in could come back out again. A gag was in his muzzle, just about visible if she flapped her wings and got a little more height, daring not to get too close, his cheeks bloated and scat oozing out of the corners of his lips behind the gag, which had the cutie marks of the two sisters on it. That, of course, was for Fluttershy's eyes alone.

"Oh..."

With her muzzle agape, she flapped back and forth as her pony-pet whined, eyes wide and plaintive, begging her to help him, though his tail-star clenched down on the plug stopping him up from that end too. Not a drop of what had been deposited into the living pony-toilet was allowed to slip out again, by decree of the royal sisters, and Fluttershy was left to deal with the aftermath, Arctic's wings sticking out from his back at an odd angle, though they were more brown than white.

The shadow he cast threw her cottage into shade as the animals scattered, the bloated scat-stallion wobbling back and forth, balanced half on his balls and half on his stomach. Yet he was in no such position to support himself even as the eye-watering stench rolled forth from him, the feel of scat oozing over his tongue and plugging up his throat overwhelming.

He wanted to call out to her, to say something, yet even that gag was locked in his muzzle with another binding around the outside that his mistress would have to remove for him, ensuring completely that he was helpless to the whim of others. His cock had been ringed and decorated for her amusement too - at least, that was what Daybreaker had said when she was layering his cock with cock ring after ring. They layered his length, allowing scat to bulge between them, though the head no longer looked plump when compared to the bloated patches of shaft between the rings. Why, in that regard, he was very nearly trussed-up as if in cock-bondage, though it was not a thought that Arctic particularly wanted to linger on for too long.

Wobbling, he grunted and squirmed, limbs wiggling. He had to be released, somehow, yet it was only his mistress who could do that for him, a hoof flung back over her muzzle as she dropped the few feet she'd lifted off back to the ground. As she fainted, Arctic howled around the gag, on full show to everyone who could have cared to bear witness to his humiliating debasement, everything about his body plump and grotesque, a sight from Nightmare Night of the vilest kind.

Yet his mistress only saw her pet reduced to nothing more than scat-slave, bulging with faeces, as she passed out, leaving him squirming and fighting to be heard as the strain within his overfilled body grew more and more.

"What in the hay is going on here?"

Fluttershy's friends: more ponies that knew of his position in her life and yet not ones that he wanted to face covered in scat. His stomach gurgled, the taste of excrement thick in his muzzle, teeth digging into the ball gag. All of them gaped, staring at him, their eyes bulging out of their sockets, one of them, Twilight, rushing to Fluttershy's side and fanning her.

"Fluttershy! Wake up! We've got to fix him!"

Of course, that would be like Twilight, always trying to fix things, put them right again. Yet Applejack only rubbed her muzzle, eyes alight as he wobbled there on his grossly inflated body, useless to anything but as a piss and scat-pony on public display, dripping with bodily fluids and the ever-present reek of the alicorn's scat.

"Hm..." Applejack mused, the glint in her eye seeming entirely out of place with everything going on. "Maybe ah'll have to borrow you next week or month... If you can hold that much, there might just be a job for you out on the farm!"

His stomach groaned. Arctic's heart sank.

How long could he hold it all? How much more would he be expected to hold? Having fainted, his mistress lay amidst her friends, safe while they tried to work out, still, what to do with him.

The stallion grunted, eyes closing.

His mistress wasn't in a position to help him anymore.

But everypony knew how far he'd fallen.