Storm Drain just wanted to have a nice date with her griffon girlfriend… but a chance encounter with Gilda throws her entire plans into array. Simply bumping into the mean griffon ends up causing poor Storm Drain to be pulled off to the bathroom so she can be taught a lesson… a lesson that unfortunately involves her head having a very close relationship with a public toilet bowl~

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This story contains: FxF, unwilling sub, swirlies, toilet vore, bullying, degradation, name-calling, humiliation

Word count: 3622

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	It was another normal, bright day in Ponyville, the sun shining proudly overhead the perfect little city of ponies. Gilda hated it. She always did, every single time she went there, which was unfortunately often - she really needed to figure out what about this place kept dragging her back, no matter how much she despised everything about the cheery place. 

	She was done with her business there, but she had one more night at a local inn, and she had no plans of wasting the money she’d spent, so she was hanging around and trying not to get sick from all the happy smiling and friendship. She really needed something more dark and gritty to offset the pure rainbow vomit that was being shoveled into her eyelids at every turn. Griffons really weren’t meant to be in this place.

	As she walked, her head turned away… something touched her side. She turned to see a pegasus, black fur and black wings, her hair and tail a combination of darker shades of crimson and grape, a small pink bow accenting the hairstyle. “Oh, I-I’m sorry!!” the pony quickly said, backing away from the griffon. “I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

	Gilda turned; her beak showed a snarl, her eyes filled with clear, visible rage. 

	“Um, I’m sorry, I-I’ll just—”

	“Wait.” Gilda laid out a command; the pony stopped in her tracks, suddenly growing much more scared of the imposing griffon. “What are you doing, pony?”

	“What am I doing? Um, I was just out on a date… but my girlfriend went to the bathroom, so I was just walking around while I waited for her…” 
	
	“A date, huh? That’s rough - she’s gonna be real confused when she sees that you’re gone~” Gilda chuckled, sinister and evil; the pony’s eyes widened.

	“G-gone? What do you— Hey!”

	The griffon grabbed the pony by the hair and dragged her away; the pegasus tried to resist, but she hardly put up a fight. “I’ve had it with you ponies. All your happiness and cheerfulness make me sick. I’m going to wipe your dumb little smile right off your face~” She dragged the pony into a public woman’s bathroom, one that was located behind a building. Even the outside looked broken and dirty, but the inside was a whole other story - clearly, this place hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time. The smell in particular made the pegasus’ noise wrinkle. “Well, maybe ‘wipe’ isn’t quite the right word. I really should say…” Gilda pushed open a stall door; she shoved the pony in front of the porcelain toilet. “...I’m going to flush that smile right off your face~”

	“F-flush? W-wait, what are you—”

	“What’s your name, nerd?” Gilda demanded, repositioning her grip so she now held the pony’s head from behind. 

	“Um… S-storm Drain,” the pony responded, looking nervously at the toilet bowl. Admittedly, she was quite familiar with situations like this, but being dragged over there by a random bully was definitely a little more on the unusual side of things. The toilet was unusually disgusting - the black plastic was covered in clear stains and chipped on the rims, the porcelain was moldy and browned, the drain was covered in dark stains that were entirely impossible to identify the source of, and the elevated tank even seemed to have a small chip in it. The chain for flushing wasn’t much better, the handle seeming to have broken halfway off, though it seemed like it would still work, probably… To make things even worse, grime covered the cracked tile floor that may have once been white, and the stall walls were covered in rude pornography, entirely unfitting of Ponyville. 

	“Storm Drain? What a dumbass name. You ponies are all so weird.” The griffon threaded her talons through the pony’s mane, ruining it and getting a much better grip on the pony’s head. Her sharp claws dug into Storm Drain’s skin ever so slightly; she wasn’t hesitating to be rough with her… though clearly, it was about to get a lot worse, as her other set of talons were soon wrapped around the toilet’s chain. “Hope you like the taste of toilet water, nerd!”

“Hey, w-wait, wait!!” Storm Drain tried to beg the bully to stop as she looked into the calm but clearly dirty toilet water, but Gilda wasn’t waiting. With a vicious grin, she slammed the pony’s face into the toilet, shoving her in snout-first, banging her head against the hard porcelain without even the slightest concern for her pain. It was cold and obviously wet; she could feel the water soaking her fur and ruining her, guaranteeing that just one dunk would be enough to make her look like a mess, but that wasn’t enough for Gilda.

	All sound outside the toilet water was muffled, but the pony could just barely hear, “Better hold your breath!!” Followed by the sound of a loud, deep, CLUNK. Gilda pulled the chain down hard, her smile clearly showing her pleasure at the act, as Storm Drain’s limited vision began to swirl, her hearing overwhelmed by the whirring FLRSHHHHH of the toilet water swirling around her head. Her hair flew with the swirl, covering her face; her fur was pulled in multiple directions, her lips even struggling to stay closed with the onslaught. At the same time, the toilet even pulled her in, sucking her snout right down into the drain, making it so she was even further submerged in the bowl’s filthy contents. 

	Finally, the flush was over; as the toilet water refilled, giving her no reprieve from being held underwater, the pony’s throat and lungs burned with the irritation of suffocation, her vision blurry and wobbly, her head feeling heavy. She tried to pull herself out, but Gilda just responded by pushing her deeper in, the griffon using her whole body weight to force the pony deep down. Storm Drain’s front hooves wrapped around the toilet bowl to keep herself steady, gripping the cold porcelain with as much strength as she could with the flat appendages, but it did nothing to help.

	“Here comes round two!! Try not to drown in there - I couldn’t give less of a shit, but I’m far from done having fun with you~”

	CLUNK! FWOOOOOOSH!!!

	The pony braced herself, but it didn’t help in the slightest; again, her whole world was suddenly swirled before her, Gilda holding her less firmly now, letting her head be more forcefully spun around the bowl. She felt the sides of her face hitting the hard white material, making her even more light-headed than before, shaking her insides up, tossing her brain around in her skull as though it was getting its own swirly. Her vision was again thrown into a chaotic jumble of spinning and blurring, the still-frigid toilet water coursing over her lips and sneaking its way in through her lips in small drops. Her nose was filled with it as well; at this point, her whole head was waterlogged, her circuits fried, her insides rearranged. 

	Her breath was giving out; near the end of the flush, as if to make sure she couldn’t get even a moment of fresh air, the griffon shoved the pony further down into the drain, forcing her to feel the water rushing by her and attempting to pull her down. Still, Gilda held her grip strong, but Storm Drain could feel it - if the bully wanted to, she could easily send the pegasus on a one-way trip to the Ponyville sewers in a very unpleasant way. Her heart beat rapidly from the possibility, her lungs smoldering from the continued lack of oxygen. 

	Luckily for her, the griffon didn’t flush a third time, not right away. Rather, Gilda pulled the pony back out, admiring her work with the pride of an artist plastered across her smug face. Storm Drain was an absolute mess; before being dragged into the bathroom and shoved into the toilet, her hair was well-done and pretty, her fur combed and brushed, even a little bit of makeup applied to make her look extra pretty. Now, all of the work she’d put into her appearance had been flushed down the drain. Her hair was a mess, going from dry and puffy to wet and clumped-up, dripping with toilet water; her fur was visibly swirled, showing the direction the toilet had flushed, flipped to the side as though she’d had it combed the entirely wrong direction; and of course, her makeup was smeared across her face, what little of it there was now being entirely out of place and ruined. The pony, still holding the toilet bowl, looked at herself in the water’s reflection as well as she could, though the water dripping from her mane made it difficult due to the ripples. She was a total mess, and inside, she felt like a total mess, too.

	Water was practically dripping out of her ears; if it was possible, her brain would’ve been floating in a pool of toilet water waterlogging her skull. She was breathing hard, trying to catch the breath she’d lost, huffing and heaving, her respiration shaky as was her whole body, put through so much sudden trauma that it struggled to keep up. Her hearing was still muffled, as though she was hearing everything around her through headphones, and her vision was still blurry, struggling to correct itself in the dark lighting of the dingy bathroom stall. “Having fun, dork? I thought you looked dumb before, but you’re way worse now~ Maybe you need a few more swirls to put everything back into place~”

	Storm Drain gulped; this wasn’t going to end any time soon. Her girlfriend had no idea where she was, and she had no way of finding out, either - not unless she just started looking around and checking every possible bathroom… which, well, that was a possibility, considering Storm Drain’s past, but this particular bathroom was well-hidden. It would be a while no matter what. “W-wait, p-please…” the pony said, her legs shaking, struggling to keep her standing. “G-give me a-another minute…”

	“Shut up, loser. You think I’m running a charity here? My time is valuable, and I plan to wring out every second of fun I can have with you~ Ready to go back in the bowl, dork~?” 

	“W-wait, hold on!!” 

	SPLASH! Gilda shoved the pony’s head right back into the toilet water, frigid liquid splashing out onto the rim and the plastic seat, and immediately, CLUNK, FLOOOOSHH!!! Water swirled around her head, the pony immediately resisting, but the tight grip of each of Gilda’s talons kept her firmly in place, a heavy force guaranteeing everything that was happening to her was entirely out of control. Her body shivered as her head was tossed around yet again, swirled and swirled, but this time, she hadn’t even had the chance to take a breath. The toilet soon pulled her in yet again; Gilda suddenly let go, letting the toilet’s own velocity pull the pony further into the drain than she had with any of the previous flushes, watching as the pegasus loser slipped past the trap so much that she could’ve had her whole head flushed. The griffon roughly grabbed her long hair before it was too late and held her there, forcing her into the tight, icy metal pipes, letting water barely rush past her, the pony practically clogging the toilet all on her own. “Damn, I should’ve done more courtesy flushes - looks like I managed to clog this thing with a big piece of pony shit~” Storm Drain could barely understand the bird’s words, spoken through layers of water and metal, while the pony could barely even pull together enough consciousness and effort to think a single solid thought in the onslaught of swirling toilet water. 

	The griffon yanked her back out of the toilet; Storm Drain immediately took another deep breath. She looked even worse than last time, which only made the bully laugh. “Hey, keep your mouth open this time - I want you to drink it~ Like you’re a dog going to your dog bowl~”

	“D-drink it!?” Storm Drain immediately repeated, incredulous; she could feel her back legs on the verge of giving out, her whole body shaking far worse this time, so much so that the griffon could feel the shaking on her talons. “T-the toilet water!? That’s so gross!”

	“Didn’t you hear me~? Or maybe you’d rather we see how many swirlies it takes for you to pass out in there~” The griffon chuckled. “Up to you - I’m going to enjoy myself either way~”
	
	The pony gulped. “I-I’ll t-try…”

	“Good doggie~ Aren’t you nice and obedient~” Gilda cackled, her voice rough and mean, permanently branding itself in the pony’s mind. “Oh, and be careful - it looks like your cute little bow is coming loose~ You better hope it doesn’t get flushed - you’re never going to see it again after that~ Even if you follow it down, there’s no way you’ll ever find it in these sewers~”

	“M-my bow!? W-wait, that was a gift, hold on, l-let me take it off—”

	“Sorry, what did you say? Can’t hear you over the sound of the—” DUNK! CLUNK! FLRSHHHHH!!! The griffon interrupted herself by shoving the pony right back into the toilet and immediately flushing yet again, pulling on the cord with strength and excitement; Storm Drain couldn’t tell, but Gilda could easily see the small strip of color that was the pegasus’ bow drifting off her hair and being swept up in the current, flushed down the drain in a matter of seconds. She laughed at the loser’s misfortune, only to find herself laughing harder as she heard the sounds of gulping, accompanied by the pony’s body shaking much harder, her back legs collapsing and bringing her to her knees. 

	“Wow, I can’t believe it - you’re actually drinking the toilet water! What a desperate dork!! Hahahahahaha!! Oh my god, you’re such a loser!” She flushed again, this time holding the chain down and watching as the pony continued to lap up cold toilet water as quickly as she could, each swallow embarrassing and degrading. The griffon soon pulled her back up, the pony immediately gasping for air and sticking out her tongue in disgust, her stomach feeling full of sloshing fluid. “How’d you like your water, poor little doggie~? You were chugging it down like you haven’t drunk anything for weeks~”

	“Urgh…” Storm Drain responded, still huffing, struggling to catch her breath; she could barely muster a response, her body weak and heavy, the world spinning around her. 

	“Hmm… alright, well, you’re not as fun to bully anymore, now that I used you up, so I think I’m going to finish things off~ I didn’t really plan to do this, but that toilet’s pretty powerful, and it did a pretty good job of sucking you up, so I’m just going to dunk your head in, flush, and see what happens if I just let go and keep the swirlies coming~”

	“W-wait,” Storm Drain quickly said, immediately struggling against the griffon’s grip, to no avail. “Wait, p-please, I-I’ll actually go down the drain!! I have a date to get back to, I-I can’t get flushed right now!!”

	“I don’t give a shit, dork~ If anything, I’m doing your date a favor by flushing her shitty loser girlfriend~ Have fun in the sewers, toilet breath~”

	“Wait, hold on, no no no no—”

	SPLASH! She didn’t hesitate; immediately, another pull of the chain, and the water began to swirl. FLRSHHHHH!!! She held the chain down this time, releasing the pony’s head; the pegasus tried to use that moment to escape, but she immediately failed, finding the toilet’s natural suction far too much as it immediately grabbed her head and refused to let it go. She propped her front hooves against the toilet seat and tried to yank herself out, refusing the force of the swirl with all her might as it sucked her further and further toward the drain, but it was no use. “Hahaha!! You’re fucked now, pony - I’m going to make sure this toilet drags you down~ Don’t worry, I’m sure your date’s going to be relieved when she realizes her girlfriend got glugged!!”

	“MMmphhmm!!” The pony kept pushing and struggling, but to no avail; her head was thrown around in the monotonous loop of roaring water, her senses thrown into disarray, up becoming down, left becoming right, everything confused and swirled and spinning. Her snout was pulled into the trap, and as naturally as a piece of waste being disposed of, her whole head slowly began to slide in, naturally and smoothly sailing down into the toilet’s claustrophobic piping, the grip she had on the seat slipping away as her neck and upper body were soon submerged. The griffon just laughed and kept flushing, enjoying the sight as if she was watching a stand-up comedian. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had in Ponyville!! I hope you drown on the way down, dork~” 

	She watched the neck soon slip past the trap, the rest of the pony’s body far more lean than her head, making for an easy flush. Her beautiful wings were soon soaked and dampened by toilet water, then slurped up by the drain, her torso and lower body quickly following, her limbs flailing and thrashing around uselessly as she was taken deeper and deeper, until finally—

	“Storm Drain!?” A voice called from the entrance to the bathroom. “Honey? Are you in here?” 

	Another griffon entered the public women’s restroom, one covered in dark blue fur with lighter-cyan spots that almost resembled the stars. Unlike Gilda’s yellow talons, this griffon’s were a very dark shade of grey, and her wings were a lighter shade of the same color, making for a stunning combination of hues. She adjusted her mint-green glasses as she went further inside, following the sound of a flushing toilet, only to see…

	“Oh my god, Storm Drain!!” She called out, only to see her girlfriend’s tail flailing and being whisked around, sticking out of the toilet’s trap, a toilet that was currently being flushed… and just as quickly as she’d seen it, it was gone, pulled down into the sewers, disappearing as if by magic.

	“Gemma? What are you doing here?” Gilda asked, confused, releasing the chain; the toilet refilled with water, a gentle but loud GLUG… GLUG… GLUG… filling the room as a few air bubbles came out of the drain. “You aren’t about to get on my case for flushing a pony, are you? She totally had it coming.” 

	“Ugh…” Gemma put a talon to her face in annoyance, then approached the toilet, giving it a better look. “Did you seriously flush her all the way down?!”

	“Hmm… I don’t know. Let me check.” She grabbed the chain again and flushed; Gemma immediately gasped, quickly reaching a talon into the drain to grab her girlfriend’s tail on the off chance she’d managed to clog the porcelain plumbing, but she felt nothing but the rushing water of a perfectly operational toilet. Gilda laughed at her dismay. “Yep, she’s gone~ Why do you care? Was she someone important?”

	“She was my girlfriend, and we were on a date.” Gemma sighed. “Of all the ponies you could’ve chosen to bully…”

	“Sorry, Gemma, but she’s the one who bumped into me - if anything, it’s her own fault for being so perfect for the toilet!” Gilda said without a hint of remorse. “I hope you have some other mares in mind for dating, because you aren’t going to be seeing her again~”

	Gemma shook her head. “Actually, Gilda, you may not know this, but you didn’t just flush a pony - you flushed a changeling. Storm Drain can survive a trip through the sewers easily enough - she does it all the time. She’s just gotta change her form a bit. It’s just going to be a pain to go and fish her out of the sewers.”

	“Wait, really!?” The bully was astounded and clearly disappointed - some part of her was hoping that flush had left a permanent mark on Ponyville’s peaceful little town. “Agh, dammit! Just my luck.”

	“Your luck? I’m the one who has to go get my date out of the sewer.” Gemma turned toward the bathroom door and began walking. “Look, if you really want to flush a pony, you’ve got plenty of choices for ones that won’t make their way back out of the toilet - I don’t want to hear about it, though.”

	“Ha! Perfect!!” Gilda proclaimed, smiling devilishly. 

It looked like her bullying was far from over for the day.

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