And as a bonus here’s the one and only scat story I’ve ever worked on.

Original Description:

“Poop. Shit. Crap. Dung. Feces.

In their friendship, Monochrome Miasma and Wicker Glow have bonded over their mutual interest in excrement, and founded a club based around a secret room there they are free to go wherever they please and keep it around forever. And they wish to induct more to be invited to this scatological playground...”

Chapter 1

“Aaaaand that’s the last of ‘em!”

Monochrome Miasma unceremoniously placed the last cardboard box down onto the pile.

“Are you sure?” Wicker Glow asked in response.

Monochrome Miasma was a glamorous unicorn with a pure white coat and a long, flowing black mane and tail, single diamond piercing on her left ear and jewels studded in her nose and lip.

Wicker Glow was the opposite. A Pegasus with a beige coat and a scraggly, somewhat short mane and glasses, she was far from the height of fashion and glamour.

One would think the two would never have anything in common, but they had a filthy little secret all to themselves that united them in friendship; they loved poop.

Monochrome and Wicker first met at a Hayburger after a hefty meal for the both of them. They sat directly next to eachother in the stalls and took not only massive, but noisy shits. Eventually, one started trying to one up the other in what sounds they could make with their rears and they ended up in a game of Battleshits.

Still uncertain about if the mare in the other stall truly shared her scatological sense of humor, Wicker Glow very slowly and meekly approached Monochrome at the sinks as she was washing her hooves. She knew there was a chance the black-and-white pony would be disgusted at the insinuation that she was at all interested in excrement, but... Wicker had never met another pony who was as fascinated by poop as she was, and if there was even a chance she could make one friendship out of it... asking was worth it.

She tapped the two-toned pony on the shoulder.

“Um... hi. I know this might sound weird but... that sounded like some pretty impressive... ahem... work you were doing there in the stall. Were you... trying to compete with me?”

Monochrome smiled. “Of course. I take pride in my business, you know. In fact... would you like to see it?”

Wicker was flustered. “Umm... yeah! I... I’d be very interested in that!”

Monochrome chuckled. “Hey, it’s all right. I know it’s a strange interest but it’s one I share. Name’s Monochrome Miasma. You?”

The social strain overtaking Wicker’s body loosened. This pony... this Monochrome, rather, was so nonchalant in the same interest she was so flustered by. Maybe this interaction would turn out for the best. “I... I’m Wicker Glow.”

“Pleased to meet you, Wicker. Come.”

The two ponies walked over to the stall Monochrome had just occupied. Sitting in the toilet, unflushed, was a messy, smelly brown pile. Now unphased by the awkwardness of the topic, Wicker reached out and touched it.

Monochrome let out a slight chuckle. “Yep. That’s what this place does to me.”

Wicker sighed in lament. “Kind of wish I hadn’t flushed mine now.”

Monochrome playfully bumped Wicker with her hoof. “Hey, it’s all right. We all poop more than once, don’t we? I’m sure I’ll get to see some of your business in the future.”

Wicker looked up. “Really?”

“Yep. Where do you live?”

“I can lead you there if you want.”

“Good. Let’s finish this conversation on the way. Might seem awkward just standing around in the bathroom like this.”

Monochrome started to leave.

“But... wait... aren’t you going to flush?”

“And deprive whoever comes in next of my creation? Perish the thought. Come along, now.”

Wicker was in awe. This was the pony she was looking for all her life.

As the two walked the cold streets of Manehattan, they continued to talk about their... unorthodox shared interest.

“So... how did a pony so... glamorous get interested in something so... y’know... not?” Wicker asked.

“How about you?”

“Well... you may not believe this but I used to be part of a... pretty rowdy group of teens. We would pull a lot of stupid pranks and... quite a few of them involved feces in some way. Flinging plastic bags of poop at the houses of ponies we didn’t like, you know the kind. We had a few designated poopers for those kinds of pranks and, well, I took a lot of pride in being the most talented girl among them in that field.”

“You sure? You strike me as more of a ‘read quietly in the library’ type than a ‘rowdy teens and shit bag pranks’ type.

Wicker adjusted her glasses, only accentuating Monochrome’s point. “Well, I’ve... changed a lot since then. I used to be crazy and rebellious, ride motorcycles, listen to heavy music, do dumb, dangerous pranks, but... I dunno. Guess I’ve just quieted down since then. Ponies can change in ten years.”

“Interesting.”

“But I never lost that love of the game. The game of pooping, that is. I just... love the sensation. The release. The relief. The way it rubs against your nether regions as it comes out. The smell. It’s all so... perversely enchanting.”

The two made it to Wicker’s little apartment to talk and talked about their bowel movements as much as they could that night.

At the time, Wicker was living in a broken-down apartment, and Monochrome was part of a traveling group of fashion agents. However, Momochrome dropped out of the group and used her enormous wealth to buy her and Wicker a new house to live in together.

And it was a fancy house too.

“Aw, man!” Wicker glowed with excitement. “I can’t wait for all the freedom we have now! We can poop in the showers, not flush the toilets, leave little surprises for eachother in bed... it’s gonna be great!”

“Now hold on there, Wicker. I’m as excited to get started as you are, but we need to set the place up first.”

The two ponies trotted slowly down into the basement, eerie silence creeping around them. By the time they got to the bottom, it was pitch black.

Wicker felt around for a light switch before her hoof finally settled upon one. She clicked it and, just like that, the basement illuminated to reveal an empty concrete box, strewn with mold and spider webs.

“Damn. Looks like nopony’s cleaned this place in years,” Monochrome said as she surveyed the blank room.

As she walked around, Wicker happened upon a door. “What’s this?” She opened the door and, to her surprise, inside was a large, empty closet with white walls and old, slightly molded carpet.

“An empty room, huh?” Monochrome shimed in. Soon, a smug smile crept across her face.

“Mono, what’re you doing?”

“An empty, dirty room, spotless white walls, completely out of the way... Wicker. Do you know what this means?”

Wicker thought it over... her eyes widened when she came to the same realization as Mono. “Oh, Mono... it’s perfect,” she beamed.

Mono spread her legs as Wicker watched in wondered excitement. A thick, meaty log of shit poured out of her pristine, white asshole. After she was done, a long, soggy turd sat in the dead center of the previously barren room.

“Well, Wicker? Would you like to contribute.”

Wicker perked up. “Ooh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Wicker stood directly next to where Mono had stood and herself dropped a massive, juicy turd directly parallel to Mono’s.

After Wicker was done, Mono buried her two hooves into the dual-striped pile of dung and slathered her shit-stained hoof prints onto the door of the room. Wicker soon followed suit, leaving a dual set of hoofprints on the door.

Wicker smiled wide, shaking happily. “I hope that stain lasts forever.”

Mono smiled in a much more reserved fashion. “I’m sure it will, Wicker. Be proud, because we laid the inaugural groundwork of...”

Mono picked up a little more shit from the pile and wrote it down on the door. “The Poop Room.”