Twilight Sparkle felt a sense of warmth across the fair skin of her face. She rolled in her bed onto her side, towards the source of the warmth touching her face. Her eyes stirred a moment before opening, and she winced slightly from the brightness permeating from her bedroom window. Princess Celestia had brought another morning to the land of Equestria. Twilight smiled, before a yawn rose up from her chest. She was tempted to roll to her other side and drift right back to sleep, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep without confirming what was on her schedule for the day.
Twilight heaved her body up, her white long sleeve shirt slightly open on the front, and lifted her arms up and behind her head. Her chest expanded slightly as she stretched, a rather obnoxious grunt coming from her chest, a result of her body trying to rid itself of the weariness of sleep. She felt a small tickle on her lower belly as she stretched, and quickly pushed her legs together. Before she checked anything, she needed to pay a visit to her commode. Twilight scooted her body around and pushed her legs off to the side of the bed, her white socks touching the wooden floor as she pulled herself out of the comfort of her bed. She walked across her room, lifting a hand up to her purple star covered panties, and scratched the left cheek of her bottom.
The librarian opened the door to her bathroom , and flicked the light switch on. On the other side of the counter, she lifted the toilet seat cover, turned her back to the seat, and placed her thumbs within the sides of her panties. She pulled them down to her knees, and gently sat back until her cheeks pressed against the cool surface of the toilet seat. With her elbow pressed into her leg, Twilight rest her chin against her wrist, and breathed a sigh of relief. The tingle spread throughout her nether regions as a golden stream exited past her vulva, and trickled against the pool of water underneath her. She felt a small and silent puff of gas exit her anus, before her stream began to die down into a steady drip, and then cease altogether.
Straightening her back up, Twilight wiggled her butt to shake any drops of urine still clinging to her folds. Her eyes moved a bit, as she contemplated whether or not her body was finished evacuating its remains. She pressed her hand into her stomach, feeling a bit of tightness within. She could still feel last night's meal taking residence with her, but it seemed it wasn't ready to end its stay. A frustrated growl escaped Twilight's nose, before she reached to the side and grabbed a handful of soft toilet paper.
Twilight folded the paper over a few times over, and pushed it against the front of her pelvis, dragging it downwards between her thighs. The tissue pressed against her wet folds, soaking up the yellow liquid they were drenched with. Twilight pushed until it reached the bottom of her vulva, then dropped the tissue into the water. Reaching towards her knees, she took a hold of her underwear and pulled them up to her posterior as she stood, pulling a bit at the bottom to make sure they covered her rear evenly. She looked back at what she had done, the water of her toilet now a light yellow with a few layers of toilet paper at the center, and pressed her finger against the silver handle to flush it. The water swirled about and increased in speed for a few seconds, before it was sucked into the hole below and replaced with new crystal clear water. Twilight rolled the sleeves of her white shirt up, squirting out a drop of soap from the dispenser near her sink and washing her hands.
With her bladder empty, Twilight exited her restroom and scanned her bedroom. When she had first woken up, she hadn't even noticed that the small mattress at the foot of her own was empty. She wondered if Spike had woken up before her for once and headed downstairs to see if her young assistant had made himself breakfast.
“Spike?” Twilight called as she walked down the staircase leading to the main room. Hearing no reply, she began to wonder where he was. She didn't panic though; she knew there might be an explanation for his absence if she gave herself more time to wake up. Twilight looked at the round desk at the center of the library, where her daily agenda resided, and scanned through the days until she reached today, a Saturday.
“Let's see, day before yesterday was... oh, right! Rarity's birthday, that makes sense.” Twilight said aloud. Memories of the previous day returned to her, images of the festivities in Canterlot with Rarity and Spike, as well as the rest of her friends.
They had spent the early morning perusing some of Canterlot's most esteemed fashion boutiques, not so much for the sake of making purchases, but so that Rarity could absorb a variety of techniques used by other fashion designers. The group had an early brunch before midday, and Twilight had a helping of some of the best pancakes she had ever tasted in her life, as well as an omelet and a side of hash browns. After their meal, they attended a rather lengthy opera, something the likes of which put Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Applejack to sleep. Twilight liked it well enough, but figured she would have enjoyed reading it in a novel much more, without the dramatic singing and theatrics. Once the sun had set, the six friends found themselves having dinner at the site of the vacant Grand Galloping Gala hall, in which she scarfed down more than she should have in crab cakes and candied sardines.
Twilight had also sipped more wine than she was used to, but not quite as much as Rarity had. The fashionista had donned a pair of rosy cheeks, and had spent the entire night undressing Twilight's young assistant with her eyes. At the end of the night, when the group made their way back to Ponyville, Rarity stumbled her way towards Twilight with Spike at her side.
“Oh dear Twilight, I'm ashamed to say that I seem to be too intoxicated to keep my proper footing!” Rarity said in an over-exaggerated tone. She knelt down so that she was level with Spike, reached up to his face and lightly pinched his little cheeks “You wouldn't mind if this darling little gentleman saw me home, would you?” she asked, as Spike giggled and shook away from her hands.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “That's fine. He can stay the night too.”
“Yes!” Spike pumped his fist in excitement as Rarity stood back up, straightening her dress and fixing her hair.
Twilight moved close to Rarity, her mouth next to her ear “Be gentle with him,” she cautioned.
“Of course. I'll see to it that he comes back to you in one piece.”
“Thank you. See you tomorrow Spike!” She waved as the pair made their way towards Carousel Boutique, and Twilight found her own way home.
Reassured of Spike's vacancy, Twilight looked over her agenda for today:
Catch Up On Recreational Reading
Twilight scratched the top of her hair. She remembered some time ago she was in a panic due to not having anything to schedule on a certain day; no agendas, no errands, no meetings, absolutely nothing for that day, Spike had tried to convince her to give up scheduling for a time and take things easy. When she had freaked out even more at the thought of going about her life without a schedule, Spike revised his suggestion and asked her to schedule something easy-going for the weekend, something she could start and stop at a moments notice if need-be. Twilight pulled herself together and decided that on days with nothing to do, she would spend the day lounging around the house, catching up on books she hadn't read for some time.
Before she could get to reading though, Twilight decided she needed to get some breakfast started. The overabundance of rich Canterlot cuisine might have put a halt on her intestines, but her stomach was still empty and required a bit of nourishment.
Inside the kitchen, Twilight filled a teapot with water, setting it to boil while she scoured through the refrigerator. The cool air hit her as she opened the door, and she put her arms around her body. She decided she would keep her breakfast light, as not to upset her stomach, and wanted to get as much of the basic food groups as she could in one meal. She knelt down and looked through the produce drawer, pulling out a bag of cut celery stalks. She also pulled out a jar of blue berries and a stick of cottage cheese.
After placing a few bits of celery on her plate, she hovered a large grapefruit from the bowl of fruit in the center of the kitchen counter, right before the whistle of the teapot sounded throughout the kitchen. She used her magic to lift the teapot off the hot burner, and placed a tea infuser inside the pot to let it sift. She used a knife to slice the grapefruit in half, wiped the juice off and then used it to dip into a jar of peanut butter, which she spread over a piece of bread. Twilight scattered a handful of blueberries over the thick and creamy peanut butter before replacing the items in her fridge and shutting the door with her foot.
Turning back to the sitting teapot, Twilight poured the contents into a small cup, as the sweet aroma of jasmine filled her nose and a content smile spread across her face. With her cup of tea next to her plate, Twilight looked down at her breakfast spread, taking satisfaction that she had something from every food group in one serving. “Perfect!” she cheered happily, levitating the plate and carrying the cup of tea herself as she walked back up the stairs to her room.
Twilight set her breakfast down on her desk, moving over to her own private bookshelf and scanning the spines of the books in front of her. She had her thumb to her chin as she pondered which books she wished to read again, Her eyes lit up as she picked up one book from one of the lower shelves and strolled back to her desk, sitting back in her mahogany chair, the glossed and polished surface feeling rather smooth against her bare buttocks. Twilight fixed her chosen book into a metallic stand, holding it open and upright without her needing to use her own hands to read it. Twilight scooted to the front of her seat a moment, pulling her stomach in and flexing her rear upwards a bit, a rather loud pffrrrrptt reverberating from the center of her star-covered panties.
“Ah, there we go,” Twilight said as she leaned back to a comfortable sitting position. She breathed in, catching a faint whiff of her gas and shaking her head, before grabbing her slice of peanut butter bread, magically turning to the first page of one of her favorite mystery novels:A Bouquet of Blades.
I didn't get into the private detective business for money. I could have opened up a small business and played the stock market game like any other fat cat in Canterlot. No, I chose this gig because I want to help people. Some ask me “Bolt, if you wanna help people, why aren't you a cop?”. Again, it's because I actually want to help people. See, Equestria law is a little muddy. There's all these rules and regulations about how to go about investigating a crime, what's severe enough to be considered an emergency, and then there's the mess of politics and who's higher in the food chain. I don't operate like that. To me, if a problem is so bad you're willing to pay for it, it's always worth investigating.
Some cases though, like the one I've been recently assigned to, I wonder if I should have charged a lot more, or even pointed 'em to someone else, as tough as that is to say.
Twilight's eyes rolled across the pages as she scarfed down her breakfast, already finished with her piece of bread and now chomping on her bits of celery. Her eyes would light up every minute as she turned to the next page, pouring through the story of private detective Bolt's toughest case yet. Every few minutes, Twilight would lean to the right, or clench her abdominal muscles to push out some flatulence collecting in her stomach. She was actually relieved that Spike wasn't home, and she didn't have to worry about him walking in on her after or as she farted. She only remembered breaking wind in front of him once as she was reaching to grab a book from him. Neither of them had said a word about it, but a very awkward silence hung between them until Spike found chores to work on in another room of the library.
Several minutes later, Twilight had finished the second chapter of her book, as well as her celery sticks and her grapefruit. She was snacking on her stick of cheese, and pushing out some more pressure between her butt cheeks.
Pwoooot. Pwt. Pp
Twilight shifted a bit uncomfortably in her seat. That last fart was much shorter than her previous ones, due to a solid mass that had shifted downwards and blocked off the interior of her sphincter. She rolled her eyes, frustrated that her stool had decided to start moving now, once she was comfortable reading and eating. She moved her head and looked towards the restroom door across from her bedroom, mulling over in her mind whether or not she wanted to interrupt her reading to take care of business. After all, she was not the kind of girl to sully a good book by taking it into the bathroom with her.
An idea flashed through her mind. If she didn't want to get up and walk all the way to her bathroom... why not just go here? Twilight could tell from the prodding sensation in her anus that it was going to be mostly solid, so it wouldn't make that much of a mess. And she could easily clean up what little marks it left behind. A smirk spread across Twilight's face as she thought of herself sitting at her desk, reading one of her favorite books in a pair of soiled panties. Could there be a better representation of a relaxed and carefree librarian?
Twilight moved her arms down in between her legs, gripping the front of the chair. Her face locked up as she began to compress the muscles in her sphincter, squeezing and pushing at the mass lodged in her hole. “Hmm... aah” Her efforts forced a small stream of urine to shoot out past her lips, wetting the front of her panties and dripping a bit on the front of her mahogany chair. Twilight realized that she wasn't going to get much progress from this position, since the flat surface of the chair was pushing right up against her behind. She thought for a moment, then decided to change positions. She used her hands to push herself off of the chair, then lifted her legs and slid them underneath her behind so that she was sitting on her knees, her small and round cheeks were cradled comfortably on her socked feet. This new sitting position gave Twilight's anus a good amount of space from the seat of her chair, and gently stretched her cheeks between her feet as well. With her posture straight, Twilight took a breath and gave her body another push.
“Hnnn... ough” The librarian felt her anus widen a bit, but her mass still remained in place. Her mind knew that she wasn't sitting on a toilet, and that she was breaking decades of a learned practice by doing this. Still, the thought excited her, and she was afraid she would never get a chance to experiment if she missed this chance. “Hrrrnn... augh...” She gave herself another push, her face turning slightly red as she pushed, and then it happened.
Pfftchk
The fat brown turd spread her anus apart as it slithered down. The solid head made contact with her purple cotton panties, and it stopped a moment from the resistance. Twilight gasped a bit loudly, making sure not to ease up the tension in her rectum. She took another breath, and grunted with her teeth clenched as she resumed pooping in her panties. The seat of her underwear began to expand, tenting outwards as the long fat turd slid out of her bottom. It made a faint squish as it moved out of her body, and curled up over itself before it snapped off from her hole.
“Haa... whoa...” Twilight panted, as she felt the log of her excrement end. She felt quite a bit lighter in her stomach from her expulsion. She giggled a bit from the weight in her panties, and wiggled her toes in delight. The solid mass felt warm and thick in between her cheeks, with a small amount still clinging to her anus. Twilight could detect a pungent odor emanating from down below, but it wasn't overpowering. It smelt as if she had just passed gas again, nothing more. She gave herself another small push, ensuring there was nothing else lodged up in her, then relaxed and smiled, before she resumed reading her book.
Several minutes passed, and Twilight's knees began to tire. She knew she couldn't resume the sitting position she had before, or else the filth in her panties would spread out and smoosh upwards across her vagina, which could lead to a nasty infection. She knew it would be best to make a trip to the restroom and dump her load into the toilet, but the thought disappointed her. Wouldn't that have defeated the point of pooping her panties if she was going to have to get up just as soon as she had filled them?
Twilight contemplated her situation a moment longer, and then decided that she could probably sit on her butt, as long as she was careful about it. Twilight slid her left leg out from under her, and then stood up. Standing on her feet, she felt her panties slide downwards a bit, sagging from the weight of her thick log and exposing the crack of her bottom. Wow, that's heavy. Twilight thought to herself, leaning forward and placing her hands on her desk for support, looking over her shoulder and down her back.
Her shirt was lifted slightly, so that her lower back was visible, as well of the sight of her full and weighed down panties. Twilight reached a hand back and felt the seat of her underwear. Her mouth hung open slightly as she felt it in her hand, the bumpy round lump stretching out the fabric that hugged her lower body. The reminder of the naughty thing she had just done struck her, making her feel slightly ashamed, but even more so excited. An elusive tingle of arousal was planted at Twilight's clitoris, and it began to take root throughout her vulva. Twilight bit her bottom lip in a devious smile as she removed her hand and slowly wagged her butt from side to side, the contained bulge swinging along with her.
Again, Twilight reached back to the waist of her panties, gently pulling them and the fat log within upwards, more towards the center of her crack. With her excrement safely away from her crotch, the librarian began to slowly lower her posterior to her wooden chair, with her crotch touching the edge of the seat first, and then slowly leaned back. She felt the warmth of the thick turd push against her crack upon first contact, then it began to spread out beneath her weight, out across her soft white cheeks and up along her crack. The odor increased in strength from it being squished, but Twilight was too distracted by the feeling it provided her to care.
This felt... good. Really good! Despite being a little bit lumpy, Twilight felt as if she was sitting bare bottomed against a soft and warm seat cushion. She could feel her clitoris throbbing with excitement, and a bit of wetness adding to the dab of urine on the front of her underwear. She was tempted, oh so tempted to start rubbing her clit, just a few times to ease some of the pressure building up. But she knew in her mind not to risk it, in case any of her filth slipped upwards. A desperate whine escaped her throat as she squeezed her thighs together, but ultimately settled down and continued to read her book.
In that moment, Twilight didn't have a care in the world. She had her home to herself, she had no responsibilities to tend to other than reading for recreation, and she didn't even need to put up with the inconvenience of getting up to use the restroom. She was in total bliss. She could not have felt more elated if she was being hand-fed chocolate strawberries by Celestia herself.
A few chapters later, Twilight felt another poke at her anus, another shipmate requesting to be docked, as it were. Twilight leaned forward in her seat, and gently pushed the muscles in her rectum, not even taking her eyes away from her book as she felt another small turd snake through her passage.
Psschhtksh
The newest log met a bit of resistance as it squished up against her previous mess, and stuck to Twilight's hole even though it had been fully processed. Twilight lifted her bottom off the chair, and wiggled it from side to side to shake the end of her excrement off of her hole. “Ahhh...” Twilight sighed happily and smiled as she sat backwards, feeling a new layer of pillowy warmth press up against her cheeks. Twilight involuntarily rose a hand to her chest, squeezing her left breast a bit, until she heard the creak of a door open downstairs.
“Twilight?” Spike's boyish voice called down from below, following a the thud of the door closing behind him. “Hey Twilight, I'm home! You up yet?”
The voice caused Twilight's pupils to shrink. She didn't expect Spike to be home so soon; in fact, she was almost counting on having to retrieve him herself. She was completely caught off guard by his entry, and remained silent as he moved about downstairs. A sense of panic began to overwhelm the librarian. She couldn't let Spike see her like this! An image flashed through Twilight's mind of Spike entering her room and seeing her, a look of disgust spreading on his face as he saw her dressed in nothing but a shirt and her panties, the entire seat filled with her own poop and her staring back at him with a guilty and helpless expression.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs snapped her back to reality. She had to get out of there: now. Twilight sat up from her seat, hearing a slight squish as her damp underwear peeled off of the chair, and looked down to see if she had left any damage. There was a bit of a shine from the wetness of her urine that had spread throughout the seat, which she hastily wiped up with her shirt sleeve. Twilight turned and quickly moved towards her restroom, waddling from the weight of her poop-filled panties wiggling behind her. Twilight managed to slip in and close the door behind her just before she heard Spike's voice call for her in her room. She locked the door to her bathroom, then stood frozen as she heard him step about, still unsure of whether or not she should respond to him. Soon after, she heard a knock on the door she stood in front of, followed by a rustling of the locked door handle.
“Twilight?” Spike called through the door “You in here?”
Twilight took a breath, steeling her nerves. She needed to say something to him. He hadn't seen anything, he just wanted to confirm she was in the house.
“Y-yes Spike, I'm in here.”
“Ah, okay. I knew you weren't one to sleep in even on a Saturday. Hey, are you almost done in there? I kind of need to step in, if you don't mind.”
“Uh...” Twilight's eyes moved to her mirror, where she saw herself with a fearful look on her face. Her eyes traveled to the front of her panties, which looked without damage, save for the fading dampness of her urine. Twilight carefully turned around, looking over her shoulder to see the inflated cotton doing what it could to hold onto her processed meals from the previous day. “No, I'm not done. I'm probably gonna be in here for a while.”
“You okay Twilight?” Spike asked, sounding genuinely concerned for his friend.
“Yeah...” Twilight searched her mind, desperate to find anything she could say to get him to leave her alone. “Just, uh... feminine things.”
Spike was silent on the other end for a few seconds until he responded with a sudden realization of what she was referring to. “Oh! Ew. I mean, uh sorry. It happens.” He replied awkwardly. “I'll just, use the guest one downstairs then. Hope you feel better.”
“Thanks Spike, bye.” Twilight hastily shooed him away. She listened for descending footsteps before she breathed a sigh of relief and returned her gaze to her filled underwear.
Twilight hadn't accounted for this. Or rather, she had, but she had grossly underestimated how difficult it would be dealing with what had accumulated in her panties. Staring at the sight of the bulging fabric around her rear, she wanted less and less to pull them down to see what was inside.
Gulping hard, Twilight put her thumbs inside the waistline of her panties. She slowly, carefully began to tug them downwards, making sure not to let them peel off and let her mashed pile flop out onto the floor. She had to shake her butt slightly to work the bulk of the mess off of her skin and into her underwear, before she continued to pull them down. Once she had pulled them to her thighs, she looked down to inspect the interior.
She was fascinated to see that the two logs she had pushed out had formed into a neat compression of her buttcheeks. It almost reminded her of the seat of a bicycle with the way it was long at the front and round and wide in the back. Twilight carefully lowered her panties down, making sure the seat of her panties touched the floor and none of her filth spilled out.
As Twilight moved, she could feel a bit of stickiness moving between her bottom cheeks. She looked back into the mirror, lifting the bottom of her shirt up to the bottom of her chest, and inspected the damage to her derriere. She cringed as she saw quite a few smears of poop clinging to her cheeks, her flesh caked in dark brown excrement. The sight intrigued her slightly, for a reason she couldn't explain. She lowered her back and moved her butt towards the mirror, swaying it back and forth ever so slightly. The sight sent a sharp tickle through her chest, which she shook herself out of quickly. Although the damage wasn't as bad as she feared, it was bad enough: this was going to take some time to clean up.
Levitating a rather long sheet of toilet paper off the roll, Twilight grabbed it with her hand and pressed it against the bottom of her right cheek, where it was still clean. She would have preferred to use her magic, but she wasn't sure how reliable it would be to keep steady and clean every last detail of the mess. She reluctantly drug the paper upwards across her skin, feeling it push against the sticky brown mess clinging to her cheeks and drag it away. She folded the sheet over and drug it again and again, until she feared her paper could take no more and dropped it into the toilet. She hovered another sheet and repeated the process on her left cheek, and threw the smudged paper into the basin to join its fallen comrade.
After wiping herself, Twilight inspected herself in the mirror again. While she had done a good job of clearing away the majority of the filth that had caked her rear, she could still see light brown smudges all across her fair skin. She wasn't sure how much toilet paper she would have to waste to clear it away, or if it would even help at this point.
Twilight needed a shower.
Washing her hands in the sink with plenty of soap, Twilight reached down and pulled the end of her shirt up over her head, her long purple hair overcoming her face as she tugged her shirt away. She lifted her hands up through her hair and set it back, then turned to open her shower curtains and move the dials to a warm setting. A light current of water poured from the shower head, and once Twilight tested its temperature, she stepped inside.
Twilight let the warm water cascade over her skin, lifting her chin up and moving her hands across her breasts to properly soak them, and moved her hands across her long hair, drenching it until it clung to her back and shoulders. She moved her hands up and down her bare stomach, losing herself in the sensation of an invisible warm cocoon overtaking her and shielding her from the world outside. As much as she enjoyed the overpowering feeling it provided, she knew she had some business to attend to.
Twilight about faced the shower head, and pushed her bottom out past her back and under the steaming current. She looked down, eying the water that was dripping down her dirty bottom. At first, the water was crystal clear. But all too soon, it began to turn a light brownish color as the current began to pick away at what little excrement still clung to her cheeks. Twilight winced as she watched the stream of brown wash in a stream across the bottom of her shower and towards the drain. She moved her hands behind her and gently spread her butt cheeks, letting the water from the shower head trickle against the interior and across her tight anus. She watched the dirty water continue to course between her feet, and was caught of guard when she saw a tiny brown chunk fall with a splat against the floor. Oh gosh, where did you come from!? Twilight asked herself in alarm. She watched as the little nugget began to float along the stream and towards the drain. Please go down please go down please go down please go down. She begged as she watched it draw closer to the drain.
The little ball circled the drain once, toppled over and slipped between the cracks, and was gone.
“Yes!” Twilight cheered out loud. She noticed that the water running down her bottom had resumed its clarity. She gently bounced on her ankles and then ran the edge of her hand between her cheeks, pulling it in front of her to confirm that it was crystal clear. It was over: her rear was free of any filth.
A sense of excited relief washed over Twilight. Now that she was finished with the hassle of cleaning herself, her previous excitement from soiling herself intentionally returned to her. She felt her clitoris throb as she thought of the building pressure in her anus, and moving into position to evacuate it. Her vaginal lips were pushed open from her clit as she remembered the relief washing over her from pushing her log out, and feeling it stretch and fill her panties while tucked up under her bottom.
“Mmm...” Twilight began to moan as she faced the shower head, feeling the water drip and trickle against her tits. She squeezed her thighs together as she reached up and lowered the shower head so it was spraying against her thighs, then carefully knelt against the floor. Twilight closed her eyes and moved her hand across her chest, finally settling and caressing her right breast. She squeezed it firmly in her palm, and moved her fingers closer to her nipple to give it a firm pinch. “Ahhh-” Twilight gasped , her open mouth feeling the water dripping across her face and lips and down her neck as she stroked herself. Each squeeze she gave herself sent a pulse through her body, building up the throbbing feeling between her legs. Her unoccupied hand moved down her stomach, her finger tracing her pelvis and fishing between her closed legs. She teased herself for only a few seconds before pushing forward and pressing against her swollen clitoris.
“Ahhh- oh, gosh! Mmm...” Twilight licked her lips and moved her finger in circles. Each time she rotated her clit, she could feel the sensation in her loins spiking, dancing dangerously close to release before settling back to its unsatisfied state. She pushed her finger farther down, pushing into her spread and soaking lips while she kept her other hand squeezed against her breast. Once she had pushed deep enough, she flexed her finger upwards, brushing against the swelled organ that was occupying the most space within her.
“Ohhhh-” Twilight could not contain her moans any longer. She arched her back and tilted her head backwards as the elated feeling overpowered her senses. Her body was pushed to its highest state of arousal with each brush against the swelling button within her lips.
She was ready.
Twilight slipped her finger out of her moist caverns and returned to finger her clitoris, rubbing it back and forth vertically in a quickened pace.
“Mmm, mm mm mm mm...” Twilight moaned in her throat as the tingle in her loins spread out through her body at an alarming pace. She kept a continuous pressure against her little button, her thighs squeezing together intently until she reached her moment. “Mmmmm, ahhhh!!” Every nerve in Twilight's body stood on end as her orgasm rocked throughout her, her upper body and head writhing in pleasure. After her blissful scream, her limbs stood frozen in place as she panted heavily, a dizzy and relieved smile on her face. After a few minutes, Twilight slipped her hand from her loins and ran it up her body, running her hands through her wet hair jubilantly as the final waves of her climax subsided.
“Phew...” Twilight sighed, and reached for the bar of soap on the wall, feeling far too drained to stand up. She ran the bar across her body lightly, then rolled over on her stomach to wash her backside, just for good measure. While she was there, she also ran a soapy finger across the rim of her anus, making her moan slightly as a few lingering orgasmic waves returned to her.
Twilight crawled to the knobs of the shower and twisted them to turn the shower off. She regained the feeling in her legs and stood up, reaching an arm out and pulling her towel inside the curtains so she could dry off.
Twilight smiled joyfully as she dried herself off. That was one of the most powerful orgasms she had given herself in quite some time. The entire experience she'd had was quite enjoyable, except for the tedious clean up in the middle.
Clean up
A sense of dread overcame Twilight as she pulled the curtains back and looked onto her bathroom floor. As expected, there was still the lump of her excrement sitting there, barely contained by her starlit purple underwear. She grumbled in frustration as she wrapped her towel over her head, sitting down bare naked on the edge of her tub as she started at the filthy pile on the floor.
Alrighty. She thought with her right leg across her knee, and her hand underneath her chin. How do I dispose of the evidence?
