In the grand ballroom of the Scat-Princess kingdom, the lavishly adorned Turture Scat Bed stood tall. Its massive size could accommodate an entire army's worth of soldiers, butlered by a single unfortunate soul: Adison. The bed was designed to be mounted from the rear, perfect for the princesses' favorite pastime of defecating onto their servants' faces while they cavorted above.
Today, the scene unfolded as it had the previous three days. Princesses Serenity, Celestia, and Luna sat atop their thrones, their backs facing Adison. The room was dimly lit, casting an eerie glow over the figures on the throne. The princesses' gowns billowed around them, their gem-encrusted crowns glinting in the faint light.
Adison held his position at the foot of the bed, his gaze locked on the shimmering jewels hanging from his mistresses' nethermost regions. He knew that when the time came, he would be expected to worship their bodies, drinking in the scent of their feces, and licking up every last drop of their waste.
Suddenly, a hand clapped, and all eyes turned to Princess Celestia. She stood from her throne, her elegant dress flowing behind her. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned Adison closer. He approached with a quivering step, his heart pounding in his chest.
Princess Celestia reached around, grasping Adison's head in her hands. She pulled him closer and positioned him over her anus. With a regal nod, she released him, and Adison felt a warm, waxy mass land on his face. He opened his mouth, ready to swallow what he was told, but before he could move, Princess Luna whipped him across the back of his legs.
"Ow!" Adison cried out, a pained look crossing his face.
"You forget your place," Princess Luna growled. "You are not to move until given permission."
Slowly, Adison leaned down and began to consume the feces on his face. He could feel Princess Celestia's hot breath on his neck as she watched. He focused on pleasing her, savoring the taste of her waste as it slid down his throat.
Meanwhile, princess Serenity prepared to partake in the festivities. She straddled the Turture Scat Bed, allowing her exquisite rear to be presented for all to see. With a flourish, she descended onto the cushion, feeling the warmth of her feces greet her.
She let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the fullness of her bowels. As she reached back with her gentle hand, Adison felt a surge of excitement and apprehension. He waited with bated breath as Princess Serenity gently stroked his cheek before releasing a torrent of thick, brown waste over his face.
Adison knew that this was his job now - to worship at the feet of his mistresses, to consume their filth, and to be reminded at all times of his lowly station. With a deep bow, he acknowledged his place in the kingdom, his face blank except for a thin line of drool slipping from one corner of his mouth.
