He found himself wide awake with a sudden jolt of electricity, his single eye instantly opening to near complete darkness. For a few seconds he was overtaken by the feeling of being lost and the fear that accompanied it, but his vision quickly adjusted to the lack of light, and he started to take in his surroundings.

Wanting to explore, he tried to move, but his body was attached to one of the sides of a room. He also found that he cannot move a muscle in his eye, and this, coupled with the peculiar angling of his body, forced him to stare towards the upper walls and the ceiling. There was a large hole in center of the ceiling, taking up around half of the wooden surface. A faint streak of light was shining beyond this hole, but nothing else.

He got a feeling that in actuality, he was tiny. Incredibly tiny. For some reason, he didn’t shudder upon noticing several stains on the walls, but something told him he should be thankful for his inability to smell. In the corner of his vision he spotted a single blinking red light, one which doesn’t seem to be part of the room he is in. Then it hit him - he was some sort of camera in an outhouse toilet, and judging by his position, someone had intended him to be there in secret, the darkness of the wooden pit ensuring he would never be caught. He had also been personified as a male.

A gut feeling told him that in a matter of time, someone else was going to walk in. Several questions ran through his mind regarding who, but in the end, the camera could only think of one individual: Applejack. Sooner or later, this Applejack would be using this very outhouse unaware that camera was watching, unable to even close his eye.

This realization gave him not a feeling of disgust of what he was doing, but rather a feeling of anticipation, one of purpose. Why else would he be down here? Who else to commit this act but Pinpoint, the tiny camera?

Just as this odd name came to him, the camera suddenly heard the faint sound of rustling grass, followed by the creaking of a wooden door. Pinpoint’s eye adjusted again to the sudden increase in light as he held his breath, or lack thereof. The outhouse now had a visitor, and from the increasing volume of the hoofsteps on the wooden floor, he or she was approaching the toilet.

The upper half of a orange mare wearing a cowboy hat came into view, and the camera celebrated internally. Applejack’s head was turned, facing away from Pinpoint as his metaphorical heart started to race. The decrease in light and a wooden slam confirmed that the door was now closed shut, courtesy of her hind legs. Applejack looked into the outhouse toilet and smirked, her green eyes looking past the tiny camera.

“Hah… this oughta be good…” Applejack panted, apparently not noticing Pinpoint, who secretly felt the same thing.

With that, she moved out of the camera’s view. Pinpoint heard more hoofsteps, sensing that she was turning around, and soon enough, the mare’s hindquarters was steadily approaching the hole. She moved her blond tail upwards, unknowingly giving the camera a full look of her behind. Applejack’s backside had the shape of a large apple, her butt somewhat round and noticeably firm, the result of what the camera assumed to be years of busy farm work. The far sides of her cheeks even had three small apples on them like tattoos. She sat on the wooden seat, her buttocks slightly sticking through the hole and just several inches from him. His eye adjusted yet again and he could see every detail - a few drops of sweat were clinging onto both her cheeks which were parted slightly, revealing her anus and vaginal lips.

“Ahhh…” Pinpoint heard Applejack sigh, and a small river of urine began to burst from the front of her vagina, falling and splattering on whatever accumulated waste that had gathered below. Following a soft grunt from the farmer pony, her anus puckered, letting out a loud fart. Her sphincter opened up and made way for the head of a thick, brown log, which started to slide out of her fairly quickly. The camera watched in awe as Applejack’s turd extended to over a foot, and his lack of depth perception made him wonder how the excrement hadn’t touched him yet. Soon, the snake dropped out of Applejack, leaving her stained anus wide open while her stream started losing power.

Applejack grunted again, louder this time, and Pinpoint saw the head of another log - larger than the one before - poke out of her rear. The camera imagined how much relief Applejack was feeling as the second mass slowly lowered from out her anus, making light crinkling noises as it descended, and he heard the mare breathe out in relaxation almost like an answer to his question. At around half a foot, Applejack’s sphincter contracted a little, and Pinpoint saw that the tail of her turd was a little less thick than its main body, which began to speed up. Seconds later, her anus closed, finishing her turd as it zoomed by the camera and hit the excrement covered ground with a plop.

Pinpoint continued to stare at Applejack’s butt for a few seconds, fantasizing how good it must have felt for her stool to come out of her like that. The camera expected more, but all he saw is a few drops of urine falling out of her as her anus remained puckered, pushing forward a little bit before letting out a small fart. Immediately he heard a faint tearing of some soft material. With her butt still on the seat, Applejack leaned forward, showing the dock of her tail as an orange hoof holding a piece of toilet paper reached through the back of the outhouse toilet and began to drag between her cheeks.

Wait, that was it?

“Mmmph… nothing like a good ‘ol poop break!” the farmer pony said happily as she wiped, clearly enjoying the sensation. Pinpoint saw a brown smudge forming on the paper beneath her retracting anus, and soon enough, Applejack dropped the bathroom tissue. Pinpoint watched in disappointment as the piece of toilet paper passed him on its way down, and the mare backed up against the seat, taking another piece between her legs and applying it to her lips, staining the bunched up tissue yellow.

As soon as Applejack dropped the second piece of stained material into the toilet, she lifted her butt off the seat and stood up, using her tail to brush off, presumably, tiny specks of wood that had clung onto her fur. “Well, back to applebuckin’!” she declared, fully recharged as Pinpoint heard the opening and closing of the wooden door. He listened to her fading hoofsteps for as long as he could before silence overtook him. The camera was by himself again.

Pinpoint silently declared the whole thing to be an utter letdown. Two admittedly large but simple logs in a such a short span of time, and now he would see absolutely nothing for the next several hours. Either that, or other ponies were going to walk in and use this outhouse. Members of Applejack’s family immediately started to pop up in his mind, and he could already tell that he wouldn’t really enjoy them. Apple Bloom? Big Macintosh? Granny Smith? Pinpoint mentally shuddered at the very thought.

However, another realization made the electricity in his minuscule wires run even colder. Since Pinpoint was in the outhouse, wouldn’t the waste eventually pile up and block his view?

Being a peeping Tom in an outhouse was such a terrible idea. Perhaps the others had a much better fate.

… Others?

Author's Note

Applejack's segment of the story serves as an introduction to what's going on here