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Inflated by Filth

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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He tried to grab a gasp of clean air but there was so much of a thick smog around him that even breathing through his nostrils did not allow him any respite, not even then. It enveloped him in a dizzying haze, Daybreaker riding him and Nightmare Moon grinding down on his muzzle, her dock pressed over his nose so that there was no escape to be had. Her musk swamped him and he swore there was wetness over his neck too, the mare wasting no time where she could abuse him.

Her marehood flexed and twitched as she squirted, piss mixing with her juices, though it was all so erotic to her that to hold back one but not the other would have been outside the realm of possibility for her. She needed it as much as he did and Arctic was merely there to serve every one of her filthy needs, blasting gas over him, the pucker of her anal ring rippling and twitching within his mouth, his stomach bloated and heaving. Her gas could only go one place and that was down his throat as he heaved for filthy breaths, eyes bulging, his belly strained and tight, though the piss sloshing about inside with a mix of mare juices was a little better, just a little. It was hard to think of any one thing as his head spun and spun, his cock throbbing as one last load, for the moment at least, was taken from him, Daybreaker moaning. Her head tipped back as she too released her bladder, yet the noxious fumes from under her tail were not as terrible when released in such a place. Still, she added to the thick, heaving smog, a cloud of it encasing him, wrapping around so that there was no escape, his eyes streaming, whimpering as the bloating strain in his stomach tightened and tightened.

"Now..."

He trembled, his whole body aching. More... Yes, there had to be more, though they did not use their magic straight away to show him what that was. They dragged him, a dead weight, exhausted and forced through everything, wanting to please, as tired as he was. The metal chair seemed to be designed for a pony like him, though the open expanse of the cavern begged the reasoning behind its placement there, shockingly small in the grand tenacity of it. He was strapped in, in his anthro form, his wrists locked to the arms and his fetlocks manacled to the legs. That there was nothing around his waist or hips, well... He didn't want to think too much about that.

Daybreaker waddled with the weight of his cum in her womb, though she was not content with all that had passed, not yet. His head hung, belly bloated, the strain of holding so much gas inside him making his belly gurgle and churn, giving him the impression that even that was working its way through his intestines even then. Could he release it through his own tail-star? He wasn't so sure how helpful that would be, not when there was that old scar in there still that would be disturbed, not ready for whatever it was that they surely had in mind with him.

"Toilet slave..."

He shuddered.

"We have a burden to rid ourselves of."

Oh...

"And you are the vessel."

They made a show of hauling in the machinery, tanks and pumps, hoses dangling, grunting and heaving as if everything took far more effort than it did. The alicorns, of course, were strong enough to do whatever they pleased down there without exerting themselves physically at all, but it was all a ploy to make him squirm, lips parted even as he panted. Arctic whimpered and shook his head and yet, still, did not say "no", not out loud, not that he didn't want it. For his purpose in life was to serve, regardless of the disgust he held in his heart for the filth of it all.

His cock, after all, told a very different story, standing up tall while they surrounded him, the blinking lights and whirring gears catching his attention, ears flicking back and forth. It was too much, too much all at once, his cock sore and needing respite, though he knew, of course, that that was not to come. He never got a rest when he needed it.

The machines hissed and ground and he shrank from them, the beeps most terrifying to him, erratic and startling as he nickered nervously. Yet Nightmare Moon turning her back to him, Daybreaker helpfully pointing his cock more horizontal for her, to grind back onto his length was something that he did not expect. There was a shot of pleasure to be taken alongside the strain as not her marehood but her twitching tail-star pushed back onto him, the alicorn grunting as her wings spread, feeling the thickness of him.

"Ooof... Yes, this is much better than a dull, lifeless toy..."

He moaned. Yes, he was a living toy. Maybe that was why he managed to interest them so, to catch their attention. Yet he could not sweep himself away from the throbbing pulses of pleasure, grinding onto him, the tightness of her hole increasing every time she clenched down, most likely only to hear him whimper. Toying with the toy had always been one of their favourite pastimes when it came to him.

It was...different. His eyes widened and he scraped in ragged breath after breath, the filth of the room still present, near enough toxic gas from their backsides reeking through it all. Her backside was not clean, far from it, clumps of excrement clinging to her passage, though he could not possibly consider it to be accidental. No, anything that came with filth-play, with them, was deliberate, terrifying so.

His cock throbbed, unable to do anything but to take it, his entire length disappearing into her mucky arsehole, right up to the hilt. And she was hardly gentle with him either, the flared tip of his shaft scraping along her filthy walls, the mare humping and grinding, spreading her wings as she released just a little more of the tension inside her.

"Unnff... Yes... Yes!"

She screamed, showing her fangs, horn glowing in a blistering flash of magic, but he did not climax with her, regardless of how much the alicorn tightened around him. Nightmare Moon humped and bucked back onto him as if anal penetration was all that she had wanted and yet he could not relax into the moment, knowing that there was something more to come, something that he could not anticipate, regardless of what they had done to him previously.

Her marehood squirted, coating his hanging nuts with a liberal dose of her fluids, his knees wide enough to allow his balls to sink between them. The slickness of it only added to the mess but her grunt as she stayed, to the hilt, on his length heralding her piss splattering forth again in a rancid hiss. His pale nuts were sullied well and truly, though any manner of cleanliness was due to be taken from him, moment by moment, urine trickling over them, marking the skin, soaking into any light coating of fur wherever it was found.

Nightmare Moon panted, her tail hole flexing around him, though Daybreaker demanded that her lust be sated too. The mare's eyes flared up fiercely as she half-shouldered the queen of darkness aside, her backside shoved onto Arctic's face.

"Feel my power, slave!"

She released a blast of gas onto his face while Nightmare Moon recovered, though there would be little needed for her as her magic rejuvenated her sexual desire. Yet Arctic gagged and hacked on her stench as she released a dominating blast of noxious gas over his muzzle, the fumes from her backside sweltering as the pegasus pony's eyes watered. There was no reason for her abusing him in such a way, especially as she ground onto his cock next, taking his cock into her anal ring too.

She could have just had her fun. But she chose to humiliate him regardless, to show him just how weak he was.

"Little slave... You never fail to be entertaining."

Arctic's head spun dizzyingly, barely understanding her, as she took him into her backside, the mare huffing and grunting. Working her arse down on the long pole of colt cock, her burning tail flicked up high, leaving nothing hidden, her marehood thick and plush and gleaming with her arousal and his leaking cum. Of course, she could keep as much of that inside her as she liked, but it was alluring to her too to feel it trickling over her marehood, grinding it down onto his nuts as she faced away from him.

He didn't want to lose himself too much in the pleasure, as much as Daybreaker squealed and half-kicked out in orgasmic bliss on his cock. He wanted to think of himself as virile, as a stud worthy of the name, able to make them orgasm through anal stimulation alone, but he was a fool, a complete fool. The stallion may have ducked and struggled not to make assumptions, but he was cocky even tied to the chair, the hard, metal manacles closing in a little tighter, tightened with a magical touch that he could not even take note of. The machines were close, too close, and he caught his breath, the mare arching her back, her filthy arsehole pressing down on his cock, stretched wide around his fat, mare-pleasing girth.

He felt it before he realised that they were both staring at him, fangs showing in evil grins. It was a good thing that the manacles were as strong as they were, for the first worming push of excrement grinding into his cock, straining his urethra wide, stole every breath of air from his lungs. Arctic screamed a stallion's scream, though orgasm was not his to take, neither was he proud of anything in the moment. How could he be when his body was being used and abused in every way by the evil alicorns who only knew how to satisfy their own dirty pleasures. For that, could he blame them?

No... It was their way as they laughed at him, words about how they were going to fill him, stuff him to the brim, bouncing off him. He was not truly present overwhelmed by the sensation of "horse apples", the rounder, firmer droppings, pushing their way, one after the other down into his shaft. His balls, however, were their first target, even if he did not quite know how they were so easily able to direct their excrement down there.

He grunted, heaving, gasping, his chest tight while his belly heaved and roiled. Maybe he had been wrong to worry about his tail hole that day as shit piled into his nuts, the consistency changing. That much, he could expect, though squishing it through a previously tight tube down into his nuts forced it to squash and press together, the harder droppings compressing, though he felt the weight of them intimately. Even the stench of them relieving themselves washed around him, leaking out around his cock and their anal rings, Nightmare Moon shoving her tail hole back into his face as if she was giving him a taste.

"Lick, slave."

It was a command given to him as if it was an afterthought to her and he obeyed without thinking. What else could he do? That was all he was, everything he was, a slave to the two of them, his emptied balls now serving another use, a better use. He had not considered why they were draining him, but he might have fought back more if he'd known why - or perhaps not at all. That was not the way of a slave, not at all, his body reacting when while his mind fell deeper and deeper into subservience, gasping at the erotic horror of it all.

There were pangs of pleasure still as his urethra was stretched grotesquely. He didn't think it could strain any wider than it already was, but, of course, the nightmares proved him wrong every time he thought that something could not be done. Arctic panted heavily, trying to bow forward, but his tongue was too busy sweeping around and around Nightmare Moon's dirty tail hole, acting as her slave, her toilet slut piss pony in all ways. She released a gush of hotly rank urine over his head, just to show him his place all over again, though that did not wipe the increasing brown stain from his muzzle.

Yellow marks would not be the extent of his debasement that day, not as Daybreaker hissed and climaxed again from the lure of dominating him in such a way. Her backside pushed onto him with raw need coursing through, pumping him full of her excrement, filth working its way deeper and deeper, straining him even as it pressed against his prostate in a very unconventional way. He'd never considered where that tube went inside him, even though it was an integral, important part of his anatomy, though it twisted around to drop into his balls, allowing the bulging of it to grind right up against his prostate.

He shuddered, trying to buck his hips instinctively, for the urge to push back would not be present at such a time, as much as that old scar twinged and pulled within his anal ring, tucked away and not to be made sore, not yet. Arctic heaved as his piss-bloated stomach gurgled yet again, though it was the churning of his shit-filled nuts that made him want to pull away, to serve and yet relieve himself both at the same time.

His tongue pushed into Nightmare Moon's tail-star, thought it was not clean, not as she relieved herself just a little, letting watery excrement stain her star. The pucker pulsed against his tongue even as the alicorn laughed mockingly, taking full advantage of him in every way, dirtying him, teasing him, taunting him with his complete and utter inability to fight back. His nuts bulged, straining out as lumpy scat filled them, for it was not a smooth round, not like his stomach, as much as the piss and gas in there gurgled and strained to be free. There was nothing much at all that could be free when it came to the alicorns.

His nuts swelled, filled to their normal size, sagging down under their weight, though they squashed against his legs, the feel of a waterier pulse of scat squeezing into him making his head spin. Nothing else existed for him but the filthy dominance of the alicorns, senses awash with dirty scents, clinging to him, even a little filth squeezing down around the length of his cock. He would reek of it for days, weeks, months, his body a vessel, as they had said, nuts swelling, churning, bulging disgustingly. The watery load of scat was a little easier, physically, to take, but his mind still shuddered from it in raw and abject revulsion. He had to, knowing how disgusting it was, how vile it was to have his cock strained and forced to bulge around load after load of scat, all for them to revel in his abuse.

Arctic tried not to pant too heavily as scat clung to his lips, Nightmare Moon revelling in abusing him. Though Daybreaker had to be running empty soon if she did not use her magic. He clung to that thought, the moments of respite that could be his to greedily snatch up for his own, taking while he could. Still, he lapped and lapped, obeying as his nuts bulged, the pushing sensation of the last bits of thicker, heaving excretion making them heave and rumble as if he was able to blow a load. Yet it was not cum and, of course, could not be allowed to leave his body in the same way.

He stole a breath, heaving and panting, trying to wriggle in place to relieve a little of the pressure as Daybreaker pulled off him, Nightmare Moon taking her place. The dirty pucker of the evil sun-mare hung in his vision for a moment before she humped and ground onto his face as if she was using him as nothing more than a rag to clean herself on. There were, of course, more delicate ways to wipe herself off, though Arctic would have been severely amiss to think that she would not take every chance to abuse him.

Pleasure pressed through him as his cock tried to leak, though there was no cum left to drool out, nothing inside him that was not compressed and shoved aside by scat, as much as his body naturally struggled to work to overcome and replace it. He thought his nuts would receive a second helping but it seemed that they were correcting what they had not abused previously, taking his body via his cock instead of focusing on his stomach, stuffing him then from both ends. That was why he gasped and heaved against Daybreaker's filthy backside, tail hole crammed up to his lips, as his urethra bulged again, straining, pain sparking through even with a throb of pleasure, his bladder taking the brunt of Nightmare Moon's load.

"Yesss... Oh, it feels so good to relieve myself into a pony again..."

"That's what the slave is here for, dear."

Of course, he had no other use but to be used. He panted and stuck his tongue out as he fought to please Daybreaker, as much as everything pressed in on him all at once. The path to his bladder was more direct but that did not stop his body from tightening, trying to push it out, the thick slop of scat not something that could be borne through so easily. It was thick, forcing his body to widen around it, accommodating it, for there was simply no option for him to say no. Even if his body had not been able to take it into his increasingly bloated bladder, she would have used her magic to force him anyway, Arctic panting and heaving, whimpering as he twisted back and forth, straining for some manner of relief.

It was not to come, not as the lumpy bulge under his piss-filled belly rose and rose, his body already not looking like his own anymore. How could it when he was stinking with scat, marked with piss? He was no longer himself, not at all in the way that he remembered, head spinning, his world narrowing. Still, he wanted to serve, as much as it made his guts heave to take scat down into his bladder, trying to tell himself repeatedly that he had no choice, as if that made it any better at all.

It didn't help, not as his body was forced through the most decrepit of acts, grateful only, in a weak-minded way, that he did not have to taste it. That helped, if only a little, grunting and groaning, lapping pathetically at Daybreaker's backside, though he hardly noticed where his tongue was anymore. All he knew was that his guts heaved and rolled, straining to take it, his bladder overfull, making him feel as if he was bursting to take a piss, wanting to shift his weight. Yet relief was not to come as watery scat poured forth, sliding more easily through his broken tube, pouring into his bladder to soften the edges of what was already in there, though the bulging lumps remained.

He hung in the manacles, head tipped forward, hardly aware that Daybreaker was no longer abusing his muzzle. His tongue hung out, ready for use, and the evil alicorns stood back, wings lifted, their breasts trembling lightly with the shift of excitement in their bodies. As much as he wanted to squirm and rock his hips, his filthy cock dirtied and stained with scat, he could not, seeking a moment of rest where he thought that it could be afforded to him. Both his nuts and his bladder were overpacked with filth and he hoped against hope that that was the end, that they had no more within them.

Of course, that was not it. That would never have been all.

His flare leaked, thick and full as if he was about to spend a load, yet their lips turned down in the most terrifying of ways.

"That's not right..."

"No, we can't have that."

"Not a drop must escape from the little filth slut."

Their words washed over him but there was nothing clean about them as he moaned, hips feeling as if they were rocking and thrusting, even if nothing at all was happening to him, locked where he was, leaking and helpless. Arctic whimpered open-mouthed but they lifted him with their magic, carrying something thick and white that crinkled a little towards him.

"Filth ponies like you need to be wrapped up, don't they?"

His cock ached and throbbed, but he could not understand why it did not soften, lips parting further as he howled with indignation. Despite his submissiveness to them, it was still humiliating, abjectly so, to be wrapped up in a diaper, his cheeks burning, ears tingling with heat, the crinkly material sliding over him. It was soft on the inside with a waterproof layer beyond that, something for little ponies - but he was not little at all! He was a grown stallion!

Yet he had no say in his abuse as they laughed and patted him on the head, though it was harder coming from their hands even then, his crotch bulging thickly even through the diaper, cock shoved into it without a second thought.

"Diapers are traditional for those who can't control themselves, toilet slave. Didn't you know that?"

Daybreaker smiled creepily, though that was perhaps as it was so strange to see genuine joy and pleasure in her face. He panted as they taped it up tightly, hiding his dick and equipment, though his stomach ached and churned. Piss sloshed about inside as he turned his head one way and the other, his heart sinking. It didn't take a genius, of course, to consider what was in those tanks that they had brought in, but the alicorn queens had more dirty play in mind for him still first.

His bladder and nuts ached furiously as they used their magic and their hands to fit him with a deep blue latex suit that was set to cover his full body. At least, that was what he thought, imagining that a full-face mask would slide over his head, but there was only a muzzle to gag him, something shoved between his teeth at the back of his mouth to keep that hole of his open. Arctic did not even fight it, whimpering and whining, the crinkling rustle of the diaper humiliatingly making his ears flick back and forth.

Pinches and gropes had him shivering as they took advantage of him, ensuring that the suit sat exactly where it was meant to, his eyes left able to see, flicking desperately back and forth. It covered even the diaper, though he dared not consider the implications of that, Nightmare Moon wheeling in more tanks and barrels that reeked of waste, marked as such with crude, obscene images and words.

For the scat slave.

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Toilet slaves only.

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Scat whore load.

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Diaper slut droppings.

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He whimpered. There was more, not only fresh waste but old stuff too, far more than he could ever have imagined came from the castle itself. Maybe they had gone around Canterlot, in some way, collecting it? Arctic shuddered bodily, wings twitching, flapping, though Daybreaker took care of those, binding them tightly, too tightly, pinned down to his back so that they were rendered trapped in latex straps between his back and the metal of the chair.

"All for you, piss pony..."

He didn't want to think of what they were going to make him do, the "muzzle" that had been locked over his lips clinging tightly to his face, ensuring that not a drop would escape. He panted and heaved, the rancid stench of scat already overwhelming him, dizzyingly so. There must have even been a septic tank in there somewhere, though he didn't want to think of where that had come from either. It was too much, too much for him, even if he worried that his limits, finally, were about to be reached.

The alicorns did not care for him, not his comfort, not anything. That was just how and why they had spiked every tank and barrel and pail, after all, with diuretics and laxatives too, forcing the slut pony to debase himself further! That, however, was a surprise for Arctic to come later, something that alicorns held in store, exchanging knowing looks with one another.

"Shall we begin?"

He tried to shake his head but a metal band like a manacle clamped around his neck, pinning him in place to the chair, ensuring that that part of him, at least, remained in place while his stomach, nuts, bladder, every other part of him, was left free to bloat and to expand as they pleased.

The mask allowed various hoses to be connected and they fitted one of the largest immediately to a tank that seemed strangely empty, or at least only half-full. He tried not to react, to appear as if it didn't bother him at all, but the fear shone through in the whites of his eyes. Another two hoses crammed into the sides of his mouth, curving down towards his own body, though he did not yet know that they fed through the latex suit back, quite literally, to his backside, allowing another tantalising pour of filth to squeeze forth from another source.

Three hoses in his muzzle and so much more to come. Arctic panted and heaved as he tried to close his teeth around what he realised was a thick, heavy, rubber-coated ring gag forcing his mouth open, eyes wide and wild. That could have made it more comfortable for him, but the hoses crammed in there strained his lips even wider, the alicorns giving them all a good shove and a twist to ensure that the mechanism locked them quite securely into place.

"Wouldn't want anything escaping from our toilet whore now, would we?"

Arctic whined. They didn't listen.

To be continued in part three...