Eager to leave for a concert, Octavia forgets to use the bathroom. Of course, this story being the kind of story it is, this soon comes back to bite her. Unknown to the audience - at least, not yet - Octavia suddenly finds herself desperately holding back her waste in the middle of the performance. Her body has given her an ultimatum in which only one thing can go down the metaphorical toilet - her stool, or her career.

This story started on a mature thread on MLPchan where I posted a simple greentext story. I thought myself as too lazy to write it out in full at the time, so I invited other people to write their own take on the concept, which can be seen around here.

The first chapter contains my full draft of the story (in which I realized I had enough time to write), I will post other people's renditions as the next.

Softcore-scat eroticism ahoy.