Apple Dump(l)ings

by SixUnderscore

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4583

When nature calls, Applejack loves to answer that call in nature itself. WARNING: Softcore scat; observation only, no depraved scat-play

After enduring several days worth of blockage, Applejack finds some much-needed relief while tending to her apple-bucking. But when duty calls, is she enjoying the sensation of expelling her hefty load in privacy, or is she unintentionally giving somepony else a show?

WARNING: Softcore-scat eroticism.
Nothing too extreme, just Applejack taking a very healthy dump in nature, followed by some light verbal teasing. The only sex in this story comes from some very tame and clean oral pleasure in the end.
If you don't like the idea of pooping ponies, DO NOT READ
This means you, those of you who just want to downvote because it's something that grosses you out.

Published 2013-10-12 23:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-12 23:50:03 UTC

Apple Dump(l)ings

The sunlight of a bright fall evening glistened through the trees on Sweet Apple Acres, the assortment of red and brown leaves scattered among their strong branches. A light breeze swept across their limbs, with enough force to pull a few more red leaves off and let them waft lazily downwards towards the ground. A few landed on the top of a bright blonde tail, just on the edge of an orange coat of hair. The farmer in possession of this golden flicked her tail once to clear off the sudden itch that fell on her, undistracted from her work at pulling a rake through the leaves blanketing her farm and pushing them into a large pile. Behind her, a robust red stallion worked to shovel what the mare had piled together into a wheelbarrow.

“Phew… thanks for helping me out here today, Big Macintosh.” The farmer annunciated, taking a moment to remove her Stetson hat with her hoof, and wipe the sweat off her brow with her foreleg.

“Ain’t no trouble Applejack.” The stallion replied, letting the shovel fall from his mouth a moment. “I’m usually happy to lend ya a hoof, but you’re usually more comfortable working on your own.”

“I know, brother. I kinda like takin’ charge myself, but I really needed some help this time. I’ve not been feeling a hundred percent myself lately.”

“Are ya sick?” Macintosh asked, turning towards his sister.

“No… well, not really.”

“AJ if you’re sick, y’all shouldn’t be out here at all. You should be lyin’ in bed at home and concentrate on getting’ better.”

“Mac, it’s nothing like that, don’t you worry. Ah can still work just fine.” She assured him. Big Macintosh still wore a puzzled expression, not buying her explanation. “It’s… personal, okay? Girl troubles. You’re probably better not knowing.”

“Ah.” Big Macintosh nodded, a smidgen uncomfortably. He knew when to mind his business about matters like that. “Well, if things get bad, don’t hesitate to take a day off. Ain’t no shame in needing to recuperate.”

“I know.” Applejack finished sweeping up what was left of the leaves surrounding them into the pile next to Big Macintosh’s barrel and rested her head against his crest, just above his back. “You’re a sweetheart for being concerned about me.”

“Nope. I’m just your brother. That’s what brothers do.”

“M-hm.” Applejack closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her brothers red coat, warm from exertion and the beaming sun in the sky. Her bright golden tail flicked upwards behind her rather quickly, followed by a wide-eyed look of alarm on her face. “Uh, t-tell you what bro, I’m, uh, gonna go work on the southern fields.”

“Okay? I’ll dump this off back home and meet you over-!”

“No no, I got it! I’ll get my own barrow later on. It’ll be better if we both cover different sides of the farm at once, you know?” Applejack explained hastily, trotting away from him. “Thanks bro, you’re the best!” she called out to him.

Big Macintosh watched his sister scamper away, almost in a light jog away from him. He shook his head as he gave up any last notion of trying to figure out what was bothering his sister. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep sigh, but before he could breathe out, his eyes shot wide open before he began to cough fiercely, gagging a bit as he fought for breath.

“Hoo-ee that stinks something fierce!” Big Macintosh cried, still recovering from the overpowering stench that burned his nose, and the back of his throat. “Did I step in something?” The red stallion lifted up each of his hooves one at a time, his front left and right followed by his back, inspecting the bottom of each one and finding them clean, save for a layer of dirt and leaves. “Hm… nope. Where did that smell come from?” Big Macintosh pondered, not taking note that Applejack had forgotten to take her rake with her.

Applejack slowed her trot down as she neared an open space far away from her brother. She felt bad about leaving him so suddenly. He was just trying to help, and she had just run off and left him with her work. The urge had just hit her so suddenly that she didn’t know how to react. Her stomach felt heavy with guilt at how she had abandoned him.

It certainly didn’t help with the weight that had been there for the past three days.

Applejack was constipated. It didn’t happen to her often. In fact, she could hardly even remember the last time she had been noticeably backed up. Her diet was so consistent that her bowel movements had been fairly regular all her life. That fancy rich Manehattan cuisine certainly didn’t sit right with her when she went to visit her aunt and Uncle Orange that week. The night she had slept in their house, she felt like knives were pushing through her stomach. She had quickly jumped from her bed to rush to the toilet, but as hard as she pushed, nothing came out, except for a bit of weak flatulence, which hardly offered her any relief. Though the pain in her stomach had relented quite a bit, she still couldn’t push anything out of her stomach, even when she returned home to Sweet Apple Acres. It had cut her diet in half, since her stomach wasn’t able to clear out any room for new food. After three days of being full, it was starting to take its toll on her.

After talking with Big Macintosh, and feeling the warmth of his caring nature wash against her orange coat, something began to move inside of her. It was faint, and probably undetectable by anypony, except for Applejack, whose ears had picked up a very faint pssssshhhhhh emanating from her cheeks as she cuddled up next to him. Her sudden break of wind made her fret, and she had to remove herself from the area at once before her dear older brother find out that she had passed gas standing right next to him, or that her bowels were close to evacuating right in front of him.

The orange farmer had clenched her cheeks tight as she ran, being careful to hold her coming stool in, and rush towards the southern fields where she knew there was an outhouse on the edge of the clearing of trees there. Once the little house was in sight, Applejack picked up her pace and rushed towards it. A bit of her excitement sank when she drew near, and realized that the pressure in her lower body had subsided. Still, now that she was here, it was worth a try. Applejack pulled the door open with her teeth, and stepped inside pulling it closed. Lifting her tail up, Applejack backed up and planted her orange cheeks on the wooden platform, centering the crack of her rear over the space cut out and leading to the hole in the ground below. Applejack relaxed her body, and felt the muscles in her anus ease up. A bit of a tingle spread through the farmer’s loins, her urine spilling out of her and hitting the side of the wooden tunnel below her with a deep spattering trickle.

Half a minute passed by, and her urine stream cut off, but still no solid mass. Applejack became impatient and, straightening her back up and putting the hooves of her forelegs down against her seat and between her hindlegs. She took a deep breath in, her face tightened up and she began to push with a hefty effort.

“Hrnnggh… ahh…” Applejack exhaled. She took another breath and again pushed, feeling her rectum blossom as she put in more strength behind her pushing. “Come on… come on… hummm…”

Pft pt pt ptttt.
A bit of light gas squeezed out of Applejack’s puckering hole as she pushed, accompanied by a strained trickle of more urine from her nethers.

“Aaah… aagh!” Applejack lurched forward and pushed, until her hole began to grow slightly painful, prompting her to ease up. The poor farmer sat there, huffing and puffing, slightly out of breath from exerting so much force on her body. She wouldn’t be able to look down to see if she had produced anything, but she could tell from the odor around her that no fresh droppings had been produced. With a feeling of defeat clutching her, Applejack reached to the side in search of some toilet paper to wipe with, only to find the feel of an empty paper roll.

Applejack’s face twisted in frustration. “Applebloom, I give you ONE job today. Just ONE!”

Applejack pushed the door open with her head and kicked it shut behind her. She made her way into the clearing behind the outhouse, deep into the trees. Her bottom waddled a bit as she walked, the sensation of her wet vagina and her slightly slick hole making it hard for her to march correctly. Not that she would have cared; nopony was around to see her, and the mood she was in wouldn’t have made her overly concerned with them thinking she walked funny.

“It’s mocking me.” She said out loud. She tilted her head and looked at her stomach, which she wasn’t sure of, but thought it might have expanded a good inch last time she checked. “You are mocking me, ain’tcha? You knew I was rushing to get you out, so you closed up on me. You dirty little-!” A sudden sharp pain spread through Applejack’s cranium as she carelessly bumped headfirst into a large apple tree and fell on her back. Shaking her head of her dizziness, the farmer looked up at the tree and rubbed her face.

“I’m putting too much thought into this.” She said, rolling over and picking herself off of the grass. “I’m so concerned about getting it out that my body’s tensing up and fighting against me. I need to relax. Just go about my day and pretend it ain’t an issue.” Still looking at the apple tree, and the ones surrounding it, a smirk came across her face. “Ya know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna buck all these apples off these trees. And then I’m gonna go back home and fetch a wheelbarrow and pick ‘em all up. Then I’m gonna crush ‘em down into some cider, and I’m gonna drink every last bit of it. I might drink so much that I end up peein’ a river right on the barn yard, I tell ya what.” The thought of herself standing outside of her barn with a mountain of cider mugs behind her, and a golden river of urine trickling from her orange lips made her giggle. Applejack turned her backside towards the tree, heaved herself forward to lift her hindlegs off the ground and threw them back, slamming her hooves against the tree. A shower of apples fell to the ground all around Applejack who looked at them with delight.

“Hah! Still got it! Every last-!” she looked up at the tree, barren of any apples… except for one red orb, still clutching to its branch by a hair of a stem. Applejack withdrew a large intake of breath and puffed out towards the apple. It suddenly dropped down to the ground along with its other fallen comrades.

“Every last one!” she concluded, stepping away from the empty tree. She parked herself in front of another tree and reared back for another kick.

Applejack thought about how much she loved apple-bucking, as she hit them against the bark of the tree. Along with the pride of bringing in food for her family, and the satisfaction of working up a good sweat in a hard day’s work, she loved ramming her legs against her trees. Each kick strengthened her hindlegs a bit, which over time helped her develop a rather muscular yet round backside. She knew how much city mares strived to obtain a healthy rump, and toiled away countless hours and money at their gyms to gain one. Little did they know that a month or two bucking apple trees all day could yield just the results they were looking for.

Another shower of Apples surrounded the mare. She looked up and indicated that not a single apple was left in the branches, before she moved onto yet another tree. “Hope you’re ready, big fella.” She called out, turning herself around and getting herself ready. “Today, I am on a ro-!”

Prrrrrrrrt
Applejack’s rear let out a rather low trumpet of a fart as she reared her hindlegs up. The sudden outburst caused her to quickly lower them back to the ground. She could feel it overwhelm her again: that large poking pressure on her anus, and that ticklish feeling her lower stomach gave her. She hastily looked towards the direction of the outhouse, and realized that it was a bit further away that she had wanted it to be. The farmer now had two choices: she could both hold it, and make a break for the toilet, hoping that the feeling didn’t pass again… or she could surrender right here and now, and get it all out of her system, and finally have things back to normal.

Applejack’s eyes darted from her left to her right, and her bright blonde tail lifted in the air. This time, the farmer pony hardly pushed at all, just a bit of an urge to get things started.

Prrrffffftchhh
Applejack’s orange rump let out another puff of gas, followed by a soft crackle as a solid brown log began to poke its way out of her anus. “Uhhn… uugh…” Applejack moaned as her anus inflated and puckered, and the mass began to slither out of her. It was quite a fat one, stretching her anus out more than she was used to when she had relieved herself. Applejack closed her mouth, her lips tightening as she continued the movement that had been started in her bottom. She didn’t overly exert herself, but she made sure not to relent and give her body a chance to hold onto the load that had plagued her for the last few days. “Huh- aahhhh… ohh, there we go, come on…” Applejack could feel the turd moving through her anus pick up speed and lose its girth as the end of it slipped out of her passage, leaving her anus slightly tinged with her poop and wide open from the size of its delivery.

Applejack sighed out as she felt it drop from her hole, and hit the grass below her with a slightly wet thud. She reveled in the feeling of the cool autumn air blowing across her open hole. Applejack took another breath and tightened her face. Her butt cheeks wiggled a bit as another snake began to push its way out of her open hole. Gravity took its effect on her massive log, causing it to break apart and drop to the ground on top of her previous log before it had even finished exiting her completely. A forced stream of urine began to pour out of Applejack’s vagina as she pushed her body. Her hole remained open, pushing out several round brown nuggets, which dropped down on top of her pile of droppings out in front of her hindlegs, followed by a release of gas following the final nugget of excrement.

Hfffff

Applejack’s anus finally contracted, shrinking a bit and pulling in towards her stomach until it reached its natural tightness, though with a few specks of brown filth and a sticky (and probably not too pleasant smelling) film still clinging to her soft and squishy flesh.

“Haa… haa…” Applejack panted, fanning herself off with her Stetson. “Hoo-ee! I feel a might lighter after all that.” Applejack finally regained her breath and sniffed the air. “Whoa nelly, that don’t smell too good!” She chuckled, reaching back and fanning behind her orange butt.

Just when Applejack replaced her hat on her mane, her ears flicked to the sound of a small whine from somewhere near her. Her heart raced at the sudden realization that she wasn’t alone at the moment. “Who’s there?” she called out angrily. “Come on out now. Don’t make me come find you.” Applejack wasn’t the type to be ashamed of her bowel movements, or the fact that she had relieved herself outdoors: it was her property, and she could do with it what she pleased, including pooping on her very own grass. She was however a bit embarrassed that she might have been watched just now, and that she had just given some intruder on her family’s acres a private show without her permission. She felt violated, and she needed to know who the culprit was.

“Hnnn…” she heard the soft moan again. Applejack turned in place several times, scoping for any movement between the trees, but she could find none. Her eyes darted down, and took note of her large brown pile, being careful not to step in it. Looking upon it, she noticed that the grass surrounding her had grown a smidgen darker than she remembered. Was that the sun setting? She couldn’t have been out there that long. And beyond that small space, the rest of the grass was still covered in sunlight. Applejack looked above her, and saw a small puff of a cloud above her, with a familiar rainbow tail hanging off the back of it.

“Rainbow Dash!” Applejack called out angrily, like a mother calling her son down from his room. After a few seconds of hesitation, the brightly colored pegasus poked her head over her puffy cushion in the sky. her blue face with a hint of pink under her eyes.

“H-h-hey, AJ…” Rainbow Dash stammered nervously.

“What exactly are you doing up there, huh?” Applejack’s frustration more came from her lack of understanding of the situation. Why was her friend up there? How long had she been there? Had she seen her when she was pooping? Had she… watched? And if so, why?

“Uh, n-nothing.” She replied, her ears drooping and her face sinking back down, so only her flashy mane was still visible.

“Come down here please.”

“I… I can’t.”

“The hay you can’t!” Applejack called out angrily. “Get down here this instant!”

After a moment of silence between them, Rainbow Dash stepped off of her cloud, her stiff wings flapping weakly to keep her from landing too hard on the ground. Once her hooves touched the grass, they resumed their place of standing outright to her sides, her hindquarters trembling a bit. Applejack’s angry demeanor changed to one of confusion as she looked at her friend.

“You okay?” Applejack asked. Dash said nothing, hardly able to keep eye contact with her. Applejack looked her friend over, with her stiff wings and her shaking bottom, which she could see if she squinted, had a bit of her vaginal fluid dripping down her hindleg. Dash was clearly aroused by something: the farmer had spent several nights with her and seen her at the height of intimacy. On those nights, it had been clear what got her motor running, with the both of them brushing against each other’s coats and reveling in their warm embrace. This however threw her off. Even though Dash was turned on fairly easily, there’s no way she would have been pushed this far without something.

“Dash… were you touching yourself?” The pegasus moved her eyes over to look at the farmer once, and then immediately looked away, nodding hesitantly. Applejack looked at her, then down between them, at the large pile she herself had pushed out a few minutes ago. A crowd of flies had now began to crawl among the small round balls laying atop the two healthy and firm bricks on the grass. “Did you watch me… were you watching me poop?” Rainbow Dash winced painfully at hearing her say that, and her cheeks turned even redder. Even though she hadn’t confirmed it, Applejack took that as a yes. Her eyelids widened as she put the pieces together. “So, you were touching yourself… while you were watching me po-!”

“Don’t say it out loud!” Dash cried, putting her head to the ground, and throwing her forelegs over her ears, but keeping her hindquarters in the air. “Gah, it’s embarrassing enough already!”

Applejack looked up from her huddled up friend and to the trees at the edge of the clearing. She looked back down at her friend, and then up as her mind wrapped around this new knowledge.

Rainbow Dash… likes watching me poop? Watching me pinch a loaf makes her horny?

“… That’s weird.” Applejack remarked, in a very matter-of-fact fashion.

“I know…” Dash replied, her head still stuck to the ground. “I didn’t even know about it until just now. I was just passing over the farm when I saw you. I was going to say hi, but then I saw your tail lifting up. I was wondering what you were doing, until I heard you f- uh… well, get started… after that, I couldn’t help myself. I just started getting so wet, I had to do something about it.”

Applejack shook her head. “Weird.” She said, circling around her dump and towards her pegasus friend, rounding behind her to get a good look at her backside. It was clear from her heightened colorful tail that her privates were already slick from one orgasm, and her blue lips were still pulsing like crazy. “That was enough to make you cum?”

“Yeah…” Dash admitted shamefully. “I-I was working on a second one, before you caught me.”

“Hm… poor little Dashie.” Applejack mocked, resting her chin on her light blue rump. “All hot and bothered, with her hoof caught in the cookie jar. Ain’t that a shame?” Applejack tilted her head and placed a gentle kiss on her rump.

Dash picked her head up a bit, her chest still laying against the ground. “Y-y-you’re not mad?”

“Well, I’m not exactly happy you were peeping on me…” Applejack lectured her, running her hoof across her blue bottom. “That’s an invasion of my privacy, and I felt pretty defiled, before I knew it was you watching me.”

“Sorry…”

“I forgive ya.” She replied, giving her a light squeeze. “Just no more peeping on me without me knowing.” Applejack slid her chin down closer to Rainbow’s ear and whispered “If you wanna watch me pinch a loaf… all you gotta do is ask.”

“Hnng!” Dash moaned, as Applejack placed a tender kiss on her ear. The farmer drew back up to her raised hindquarters and ran up her moist lips with her snout, inhaling the delightful smell of her friend’s musk. She let out an enticing sigh of hot breath against Rainbow’s pussy, eliciting another sharp whine from the pegasus in front of her.

“Mm… what a horny little filly.” Applejack teased her, sticking her tongue out and running the tip of the surface of her crevasse. She could feel Rainbow’s lips constrict and pulse as she licked her up, stopping just underneath her tight anus. “You like watching me fertilize, don’t ya?”

“A-Applejack!” Dash whined ashamedly.

“Ooh, yeah, I’ll bet you do. You just love watching my little hole pucker…” Applejack began to lick her again, running the underside of her tongue down, towards Dash’s enlarged clitoris.

“Hnng… ohh…” The blue mare dipped her head down, rubbing her face into the ground as she pushed her hips back.

“And watching that little brown head poke out…”

“N-n-no… ahhh…”

“You like watching my whole body tense up, and push that big, fat log out. And watch it snake out of my plump, orange cheeks… see it fall off onto the ground, and see my big wide hole stay stretched open?”

“Oh-oh-oh, gosh AJ! I’m gonna cum! Dear Celestia, I’m gonna cum so hard!” Dash cried out, her hips shaking so hard that she even tapped her left hindleg against the ground repeatedly. Applejack licked her own lips hungrily, the traced the tip of her tongue around that round nub of flesh. “Eep!” Dash squeaked, as the orange mare wrapped her mouth around her flesh and began to suckle on her gently. “Ahhh! Ah-ah-ah, ohhhh! Mmmm~” Dash pushed back into her friend fiercely, a strong current of fluid spraying from her vaginal lips, and covering Applejack’s face entirely. “Ahhh… ahhh…” Rainbow Dash cooed, her hips still shaking as weaker waves of juices squirted from her. Applejack kept her snout pushed against Dash’s folds, pressing out any last remnants of the mare’s climax, before she finally lowered her rump and rolled over on her back. Applejack shook her head wildly, clearing off the majority of Rainbow’s juice in her face. She lowered herself down to the ground and wrapped her forelegs around Dash’s neck, snuggling her friend who was still writhing in ecstasy.

“Ahh… mm…” Dash purred, brushing the side of her head against Applejack’s orange chest. “Man… I’m disgusting.” She murmured.

“Eh…” Kind of. Applejack thought to herself. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s gross though.” Dash persisted. “I get off on watching you-!”

“It’s a little strange, I’ll admit. I certainly don’t get it. But honestly, who cares? You got different interests, big whoop. You ain’t hurtin’ nopony.”

Rainbow Dash tilted her head up, her chin still affixed to the farmer’s chest. “You mean it?”

“Heh, would I lie?” Applejack asked.

Rainbow Dash beamed, kissing the orange chest she had found some security in. “Thanks AJ. You’re the best.” Applejack put her hoof under Rainbow’s chin and tilted her head back up, leaning in to peck her lips lightly. The two shared in a tender kiss for a moment, before breaking up and resting against the grass.

“So, uh…” Rainbow began, running her hoof up and down Applejack’s barrel. “You want me to do you in return?”

“Dash, I’m not sure if I wanna watch-!”

“No no no, not that! I mean, you want me to eat you out, since you did me?”

“Ohhh, right. Sounds nice, but…” Applejack brushed her hindlegs back and forth, feeling a bit of slickness around her anus. “Maybe not right now.” Dash tilted her head a bit puzzled. “I’m not very clean down there. You know, from-“

“Oh yeah, I didn’t even think about that. Blech!” Both of them shared a laugh, before Applejack picked herself up and shook off the grass that clung to her body.

“Tell ya what.” She began, lifting Dash off the ground. “How ‘bout we head back to the farm, I get myself spruced up, and then you can have your way with me. Sound like fun?” Dash grinned eagerly and nodded her head, following Applejack close behind. The farmer let her orange buttocks sway back and forth, knowing her friend was lagging behind for the sole purpose of getting an eyeful of her rump. Her blonde tail raised up to expose her tight anus, still covered in specks of her waste.

Put. Prt. Prrrrt. Purrt. Prt. Prbt.
Applejack’s dirty anus pushed out slightly with each puff of gas as she trotted, looking at Dash over her shoulder with a smile, batting her eyelashes at her. Dash’s face went rigid and her eyes widened. She smiled and shook her head. “Now you’re just making fun of me.” She replied, prancing forward as Applejack chuckled and raced away.