Princess Aria stood in her luxurious chamber, staring down at the bound figurine of Princess Luna. The tiny doll had attempted to escape from her grasp, but Aria wouldn't allow it. Luna was a disobedient imposter, in need of punishment.
Aria turned her attention back to the large golden throne in front of her, its soft cushion perfectly angled for her rear. She hovered over it hesitantly, her hands trembling as she undid her royal garments. With a deep breath, she lifted her plump ass high into the air and pushed down hard onto the throne, giggling as it moaned beneath her heavy weight.
With a bouncing motion, Aria began to defecate onto the golden cushion beneath her. Soft zits quickly turned into larger, heavier lumps, coating the throne with a thick layer of excrement. The thick, warm stench filled her nostrils, and she felt her heart pound with excitement.
As she continued to take huge shits onto the throne, her gaze fell upon Luna once again. The doll was trembling now, her pretty features twisted in fear and revulsion. "Don't you wish you were me now?" Aria taunted, her voice sickly sweet.
With a final, satisfying squeeze, Aria pushed the last remnants of her shit onto the throne and stood up, letting her robes fall back into place. She reached down and grabbed Luna tightly, pulling her close. "Now then," she whispered, her breath hot against the doll's ear. "It's time for you to have some fun."
With a wicked grin, Aria lifted Luna's tiny, perfect ass up into the air and placed her own crumbled throne cushion beneath her. "Open your mouth," she commanded, and Luna obediently complied. Aria positioned Luna's face directly above the mess she had just made, her hot breath against Luna's trembling lips.
"Taste your Queen," Aria hissed, and forced Luna's face into the pile of feces. "Eat it all, my little doll princess." Their lips met, and Luna felt Aria's tongue slide into her mouth, tangling with hers as she was forced to taste her own filth.
As Luna began to gag on the repulsive taste, Aria pulled back and grinned, her eyes alight with satisfaction. "There now," she purred. "Now you understand who the true princess is." With that, she swept Luna back into her clutches and placed her in a small wooden box, sealing it shut with a click of her fingers.
Aria paused for a moment, looking around her chambers. They were immaculate, not a trace of her recent activities left behind. With one last glance at the box containing Luna, she turned and floated from the room, her silken robes billowing behind her.
The doll princess Luna lay in the darkness, fear and revulsion coiling around her like vipers. She had never known such humiliation, never imagined she could be brought so low. But as she felt the cool wood of the box against her skin, she realized that her punishment had only just begun.
