Chapters It had been a long day of hard work: making dresses, handling customers, the regular fare of a hard working mare. Rarity was exhausted and to top it all off she had the misfortune of playing overnight foalsitter. With all the distractions of the busy work as well as Sweetie Belle’s antics all day, Rarity ended up missing not only lunch but dinner as well. Despite the inconvenience of having her sister over for the night she managed to get Sweetie tucked in at a decent time. However, right when Rarity had just fallen asleep herself, the sound of timid knocking came from her bedroom door.
"Rarity?" the query, although sounding soft with a mix of nervousness, rang out clearly through the near silent house. To herself, Rarity lifted the mask off her eyes and glanced at her clock; it was nearly 10 pm.
"Sweetie, it's way past your bedtime! Whatever are you still doing up?" Rarity asked with a groan, ignoring at first her little sister's tone of voice. She flopped out of her bed before shuffling over to the door and opening it.
Sweetie Belle stood there in the doorway, her mane a total mess.Somehow, her white coat seemed even whiter than usual. Rarity sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. It didn’t take long for Rarity to smell the familiar faint pungent odor, and to know what was wrong.
"Alright Sweetie Belle, let's go get you cleaned up," she said in a comforting tone and a reassuring smile. "Did you have a bad dream again?"
Sweetie nodded silently as they walked through the dark halls to the bathroom. Once there, Rarity quickly herded her little sister inside and shut the door. "Don't take too long!"
The pipes creaked as the water started. For a moment Rarity lost herself in the sound of the water just beyond door. ‘Sounds like rain...’ The thought evaporated just quickly as it had come, when the familiar squeak of the knob quickly silenced the ‘rain’. The door slowly opened and a very sleepy looking filly stumbled out, the sound of soft drips as the small filly’s mane mostly still wet left drops of water on the floor.
"Feel better?" asked Rarity. With a bright blue towel and the care of a mother cat she went about carefully drying every part of the small filly.
"Uh huh..." was Sweetie Belle's sleepy response, followed by a wide yawn. Once dry, she latched onto Rarity's side to keep from falling over, hugging her tight and shivering.
"Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? We'll clean up your bed tomorrow." Rarity said with a reassuring voice.
"Mmmhmm..." was all the sleepy filly could muster with half lidded eyes.
Rarity fancied herself as always prepared and this situation was just another one of those occasions, having an extra little fold out bed for just such an emergency. Especially after that time Twilight spent the night and drank forty glasses of Rarity’s special tea blend. Rarity with care cradled her little sister in her magic. With a slow trot, she carried Sweetie Belle back to her room. Pulling out the trundle bed from under her own bed, the bed popped open. It was already made, with a pink pillow and a soft downy comforter. With the caring nature of a mother Rarity tucked Sweetie Belle into bed. She pulled up the comforter and placed a loving kiss on Sweetie Belle forehead.
"Sleep well, Sweetie Belle. May Luna bring you pleasant dreams now,” Rarity spoke in a hushed whisper.
Moments after being tuck snugly in, Sweetie Belle drifted off to sleep; cute soft snores soon came from the filly. Rarity, certain Sweetie was asleep and finally at ease, she tiredly slipped in to her own bed. She silently slid her sleep mask over her eyes, the soft glow of her own horn fading from view, and with a tired yawn quickly drifted off to sleep. The room was nearly silent save for the twin sounds of quiet snoring. The silence was quickly broken by low rumbling coming from beneath Rarity’s covers.
Rarity tossed and turned beneath the covers. The moonlight cast dark shadows on the wrinkled sheets like deep cracks in the earth. Her stomach was nearing a dull roar as Rarity finally started to dream.
Rarity stood as she surveyed an endless white void. Her eyes began to focus, the scene unlike anything she had seen before. Marshmallow mountains as far as she could see, pink and red lollipop trees speckled them in their colored hues. Rivers of chocolate winding through the mountains and trees as candy animals drank from their cocoa stained banks. She felt her stomach rumble a little as she looked around, eyes lighting on a small, white, marshmallow bush . “So many delicious and wonderful things to eat, but I really do need to watch my figure… I’m sure just one marshmallow wouldn’t hurt.”
Rarity shifted a little in her sleep as her mouth began to water, the dream seemed almost TOO real to her. She swore she could smell the sweetness of the land as she looked around in awe. She licked her lips as she slept, mumbling out, “So many delicious... things… but I... need... watch... figure… I’m sure... one... wouldn’t hurt….”
Rarity stood by the bush, contemplating if she should have some marshmallows from there or see what the mountain had to offer. She decided she was hungrier than just a few paltry marshmallows and wandered over toward the nearest mountain. Rarity seemed to fade into the background of white as she approached, her eyes wide as she tried to take it all in.
“Well… I’m sure I can eat this whole thing in one go…”
Rarity trailed off when she noticed a sign that caught her attention off to the side of the mountain. It was large enough to be seen clearly from where Rarity was standing. ‘Marshmallow Bonbon Mine’ it proclaimed in large letters next to an opening in the side of the mountain. The opening was an odd dark against the pure whiteness of the marshmallow mountain and a heavily sweet scent wafted from inside. It overpowered the scent of the mountain, almost beckoning Rarity to come inside. Her stomach rumbled loudly again when the scent drifted into her nostrils and, curious to find out what secrets were hidden inside, s he trotted toward the cave.
When she entered the corridor of the cavern her mouth watered all the more. As far as her eyes could see were all manner of bonbon ore that lined the sides of the mine. Rarity approached the spongy wall of the cave closest to her. Reaching out a hoof, she could smell the sweetness of the candy as she grabbed the nearest treat. It came off with a loud pop into her hooves.
Wasting no time, Rarity shoved the hoof sized delicacy into her mouth. She found it rather satisfying how easily it went down whole. The taste was beyond description! She couldn't stop herself and grabbed another and gulped that one down as if it was made of air. She didn’t stop, going after another and another, the taste driving her. Surprisingly, each one she ate did little to make her hunger subside; Her stomach grumbles grew louder and louder with each one she ate. She continued through the cave, the path slowly starting to get wider. She finally reached an immense chamber. The room was vast and nearly empty, the walls devoid of any of the ore. But illuminated in the center of the room by a single round beam of light was the largest marshmallow bonbon Rarity had ever seen. She licked her lips as she approached it, her steps slowing in anticipation of what was to come.
Rarity let out a low groan as she shifted in her sleep again. Her stomach gave a rather loud rumble as she licked her lips in her sleep again. Sweetie Belle also began to stir a little, the loud stomach noises disturbing the filly’s dreamless sleep. Her mouth was watering heavily by this point, the mare believing her dream to be a reality. In between her snoring, Rarity mumbled, “Mmm…. don’t mind… have another…” Still asleep, she wasn’t aware that she had lit up her horn…
Rarity paced around the giant bonbon, eyes fixed on it. She became impatient to try the thing as she circled around the treat like a hungry predator.
“Mmmm...I’m watching my figure, but I don’t mind gaining maybe a little weight. I’ll have another bonbon, it shouldn’t matter much.” Her stomach growled loudly in response. “And with me being so hungry, there’s no way I could pass up such a delicious, yummy smelling, gem of a sweet treat! Besides, maybe I’ll be inspired for a new line of dresses after this.” She approached it and placed her two front hooves on the smooth, chocolate sides of the treat.. The other, unrefined bonbon ore weighed next to nothing, so why SHOULDN’T she be able to lift this one up. She attempted to lift the sweet treat, straining. It was much heavier than she expected.
"Hmmph! If I can't lift it physically, this bonbon's in for a surprise!" Rarity lit up her horn and enveloped the treat with her magical aura. With some effort she was able to get the bonbon up and floating in the air. She brought the treat over to herself and opened her mouth wide, ready to swallow her prize.
Sweetie Belle, on the other hoof, wasn’t dreaming at all. After her nightmare scare she fell back asleep to a dreamless state; It was for the best. Another dream could turn into another nightmare and she would have the same problem all over again. So there she laid in bed, snoring softly with her eyes closed. She was resting peacefully until her sleep was briefly disturbed by a somewhat loud growling sound coming from the direction of Rarity’s bed. Once the sound subsided Sweetie Belle turned over and fell back asleep.
Rarity's horn slowly illuminated with a soft light as it filled with her magical aura. It reached out and slowly caressed Sweetie's tail. Sweetie did not wake as the tingling of the magical aura wrapped around her fluffy appendage. The magic slowly tightened around her tail with a vice like grip and slowly raised Sweetie into the air. Sweetie blinked a few times a bit disoriented. Her eyesight, still blurry from being half asleep, began to clear.
“H-huh…?” she sleepily asked. Sweetie Belle found herself dangling in the air above Rarity’s wide open mouth. Rarity’s tongue lolled out almost like a red carpet for her impending snack. Sweetie Belle heard a pleased sound come from her sister as if Rarity was expecting some kind of delicious treat. Sweetie Belle eeped softly when she felt herself slowly float lower in the air. Sweetie Belle watched the tongue get closer and closer to her until her head slipped right into Rarity’s mouth.
Rarity let her tongue slide out from her mouth and hang to the side as she lowered the large bonbon toward her mouth. She shoved the smaller end in first and was surprised at the taste. The treat had a strong marshmallow flavor that overpowered the chocolate flavor Rarity was expecting. She vocalized her surprise and pleasure of the taste before continuing to feed. Each loud gulp echoed throughout the large, empty chamber. Her throat bulged out around the snack as it was shoved down. The bulge moved down quickly, her throat returning to normal as her belly rounded out. Rarity flopped on her side once she had finished it off. She curled up on the floor and rubbed her hooves over her large, distended belly.
“Mmmmm…. so full…. now maybe my tummy will stop complaining about food…” Rarity said with a contented sigh. She felt something shift inside of her. She opened her mouth to complain about the strange movement but all that came from her lips was a very loud belch that echoed around the cavern. Rarity blushed.
“Oh Celestia! I sure hope nopony heard me let out such a loud, nasty sound…” she groaned out. She curled up a little bit more and rested her head on her full stomach. Just as slowly as when the dream manifested in her mind, the cave faded away to black, the white unicorn mare no longer dreaming as she slept.
Sweetie Belle found herself unable to cry out, partly due to her half asleep state and partly due to her head shoved into Rarity's mouth. She groaned softly as she continued to drop lower in the air. Gravity helped push the filly into the wet mouth. With Rarity still dreaming about eating she took very little time in tasting her snack.Her tongue, still stuck out from her mouth, gave a tug and pulled more of the filly inside. Her taste along with what Rarity believed she was tasting in her dream made the mouth drip with saliva.
Sweetie Belle was finally waking up fully. A combination of the warmth as well as the slick spit dripping around and matting her mane made sure of that. The tug on her head by her older sister’s tongue pulled her deep into the wet mouth. Her snout was pressed against the back of Rarity's throat. Sweetie Belle completely forgot she could use her hooves to try and wake Rarity and, by the time that idea registered in her mind, Rarity had swallowed hard. This pulled the small pony's head into Rarity’s throat and her forelegs into Rarity’s mouth.
Sweetie tried to cry out in the tight throat. Not that it mattered. With the stomach noises getting louder in anticipation of a meal, anything she tried to say was drowned out. Rarity swallowed again and pulled the filly further inside. Her head and forelegs bulged out the mare’s throat. Sweetie Belle began to try and fight her way out of the throat when another powerful swallow dragged the filly almost completely into the older mare. Her back legs and cotton candy swirl colored tail stuck out of the ravenous maw.
With some quick thinking, Sweetie Belle tried to swish her tail up against Rarity’s nose. Her hope was to trigger a sneeze or an itch annoying enough to wake the mare. Her tail never hit the mark, though, when one final gulp slurped up her back legs and tail completely. Sweetie Belle was forced down the throat faster once she was fully inside. The massaging walls felt nice against the sides of her body. The pleasant massage nearly caused the filly to fall back asleep.
Without warning, Sweetie Belle found her snout pressed against something. It was a tight ring of muscle and the entrance into Rarity’s stomach. It flexed a little and allowed her snout to slide in a tiny bit, the acrid smell of past digested meals hitting her hard. Sweetie Belle gagged at the smell and let out a groan as she started to pass through the tight ring of muscle. Soon her head popped inside the stomach followed by the rest of her lower body. The stomach was still tight and humid, but it was less wet than Rarity’s mouth and throat. Sweetie Belle attempted to get into a more comfortable position. She felt an odd pressure on her body when Rarity laid her head on top of her bloated belly. Rarity gave a couple of nuzzles to her belly before she smacked her lips a couple of times and licked them clean The last thing she did before returning to her snoring was mumble something about how delicious her snack was.
Author's Note
The next chapter is completely optional if you don't like digestion. So you can skip it without the story not making any sense.
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Sleeper's Digest (WARNING GRAPHIC DIGESTION)
It didn’t take long for Sweetie Belle to curl up in the tight confines of her new home, her size causing a rather large bulge to form as Rarity slept. Rarity’s hooves rubbed gently over her belly slowly, nearly making the little filly fall asleep again. She’d almost fallen back asleep again when she noticed something odd. A slight itching began to creep along her body. It started around her ears and eyes before other areas began to itch as well. Sweetie Belle shifted a bit and rubbed her body along the smooth stomach walls. She attempted to scratch at the itching even though every movement caused said itching to increase in intensity.
“H-huh… what’s going on…?” she groaned. She reached back with a hoof to scratch by her ear. After a few rubs, though, she felt something odd on her hoof. She brought her hoof up to her face and briefly lit her horn for light. In her hoof was a clump of her fur and mane.
"Why is my mane...?" Sweetie's words cut off. It was at that precise moment she remembered what Cheerilee had taught them not one week ago. “When you eat food, it goes to your stomach, where it’s broken down into the nutrients that helps your little bodies grow!” Cheerilee had said.
"Oh no! I'm gonna learn about digestion first hoof if I don't get out of here soon!"
She realized the two things she needed to do at that time was to first, stay calm and second, figure a way out. She failed the first part, though, and panicked. Her first panicked plan was to thrash about.
"Come on, Rarity, wake up!"
Her thinking was if she made enough of a nuisance in the stomach, Rarity would get sick and wake up. Once she was awake, she’d know there was some kind of problem and help solve it.
Instead of waking up Rarity, though, the only thing Sweetie Belle managed to do was make the bloated mare roll over onto her stomach. Sweetie felt herself squished against the stomach walls even harder from Rarity’s new position.
"This... isn't... better..." complained Sweetie Belle.
The tightness got worse when Sweetie heard and felt the air rushing out from around her. With Rarity putting added pressure on her stomach, she forced out a rather loud and unladylike belch while she continued to sleep.
With her tighter confines, Sweetie Belle hoped her fighting would be easier felt. She squirmed and wiggled, writhed about, even kicked as hard as she could in the tight space for almost an hour.
"Why. Won't. You. Wake. Up?" She grunted with each kick.
Sweetie finally gave up when she realized Rarity just wasn't going to wake up and her struggles were just tiring herself out. She began to ponder a new plan when suddenly her whole world turned upside down.
"Whoa! Hey! Are you waking up big sis? Help me!"
Once the movement had stopped, Sweetie Belle felt the stomach wall squished against her. Inside her fleshy prison, Sweetie Belle couldn't tell that Rarity had shifted her position while she slept. She had turned over to lay on her back.
Rarity's movements, her new sleeping position, and Sweetie Belle's slight squirming all set her stomach to start churning around her meal. The squeezing around her form made Sweetie Belle think her sister was trying to comfort her.
"Rarity won't let anything bad happen to me..." she muttered to herself. "I just know it."
In reality, Rarity was unaware of Sweetie's bulge. It was only her stomach acting on instinct, nothing more. Rarity's stomach massaged the dripping acid and growing pools of the caustic liquid into the filly's remaining fur, mane, and tail.
Time passed slowly for the filly. There was no way to tell how many minutes or hours had passed in the dark stomach. She had come up with a plan (again) to get out. It was a simple teleportation spell that would hopefully get her out of the dangerous stomach. With her horn stuck between two massaging portions of the stomach wall, though, she couldn't concentrate enough to cast the spell.
In between the squeezing and churning Sweetie tried to guess how long she had been inside Rarity's stomach. She estimated that it had been a long time already and it would be sunrise soon. Then Rarity would awake, see the problem, and get her out.
In reality it had only been one hour since she had slid in the stomach and, even worse, Sweetie Belle had half paid attention to the rest of the lesson. So she didn’t know ponies could go into food comas after a large meal. Rarity would sleep for a better part of a whole day before she would wake up. And if nopony stopped by to check on Rarity, she'd end up sleeping the entire day away.
Sweetie Belle blinked when some of the stinging acids dripped in her eyes. The burning brought tears to her eyes. By then, the itching on her body was quickly changing for the worst. It now felt more like her whole body was on fire. Sweetie lit her horn for illuminate the dark fleshy cavern. It was the only spell she knew that took no concentration. What she saw shocked her. Her entire body was nude of any fur and patches on her legs and belly were a deep red. All she could smell was the acrid, acidic air around her and her eyes were bloodshot.
The dripping acids began to pool up in the tight confines of the stomach. Parts of her submerged in the acid pools burned quicker than the parts that were only getting dripped on. With the pain of the red patches spreading over her body she was unable to hold her illumination spell. She was no longer able to see the damage but certainly able to feel it. Time slowed even further, between the darkness of the stomach and the agonizing pain of her body. She had no had no way of truly gauging how much time had passed but she knew time was something she didn't have a lot of.
More time passed for the filly. Thirty minutes, an hour? She wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was the burning on her body was quickly getting worse, especially around the softer parts like her eyes and nose. The pain caused her to thrash about again.
"Ow! Make the burning stop! Please, Rarity! Wake up! It hurts so bad!"
Even though she tried not to move too much and prevent the pain caused by movement, she was unable to stay still. She was driven by only one thought floated in her adrenaline fueled mind: Get away from the pain. So she fought hard to stop the burning pain. The stomach fought back against the squirming filly by crushing and grinding around the ‘food’ it was given. Each squeeze forced the air out of Sweetie Belle's lungs, effectively silencing any of her protests.
The acids dripped in copious amounts around the filly and filled the chamber. Nearly half of the filly was submerged in the caustic liquid. Parts of her legs lost feeling as the acids burned away the nerves and further. Sweetie Belle screamed in pain when the stomach walls relaxed their vice like grip briefly. Her screams were drowned out, though, by the loud gurgles and glorps around her as the stomach continued to digest the filly.
Eventually the filly lost all feeling throughout her whole body. The burning sensation turned to just a dull ache as her nerves dissolved away. Her sobs of pain slowly dwindled to a low moan.
Sweetie Belle weakly lit her horn one last time and nearly threw up at what she saw. Her tail was gone, half her legs were in various states of decay, and in some places entire chunks of flesh and muscle were missing all the way to the bone. She weakly flailed in one last ditch effort to get Rarity’s attention before the acid pool filled up around her completely.
"Rarity..."
Still having her nerves along her face and head, the filly screamed anew among the gurgles, getting the caustic liquid down her throat and into her belly. Her vocal chords burned away quickly, silencing any more screams.
Sweetie Belle slipped in and out of consciousness as time seemed to stop for her. Pain had changed to a dull ache, though she was still able to feel vague things. The shock in her body caused the little filly to gulp in air. Already her lungs burned from a combination of lack of oxygen and the toxic fumes around her. But with her submerged completely, every breath she took drew the caustic acid into her lungs. With the acids attacking from both inside and out, holes in her chest appeared quickly. She felt when her belly split open and her internal organs spilled out into the blood stained acids. She lifted up what was left of her hooves to grab at her intestines, tears somehow forming in her eyes.
Her eyes burned in the caustic liquid as she blinked away her tears. ne of her eyes was completely dissolved and the other was half eaten away which made seeing nearly impossible. What she could see were her legs. They were almost completely gone and all four had exposed bones.
Sweetie Belle could still hear the glorps and gurgles around her. This despite one of her ears was missing, her other was quickly following, and the filly being fully submerged in the acids. She felt a burning snake its’ way down her ear canals as the liquid was forced inside her ears, the pressure building up against her ear drum. She heard odd rushing sound like the sound of roaring water. The pressure got too great and her eardrums popped, the last sound she heard was a pop followed by silence. The filly no longer able to hear any of the gurgles or glorps around her, it wasn’t long after the filly finally succumbed to the deadly stomach acids and passed out completely.
As soon as she passed out, the last of Sweetie Belle’s magic fizzled out and caused the stomach to go dark again. Sweetie Belle would never wake up again. All that was left was the stewing remains of a sweet, satisfying meal and the audible sounds of digestion as the stomach kicked into overdrive.
Rarity awoke with a loud yawn followed by a groan as she sat up in her bed. She felt oddly rested and full of energy, like she was a young filly again. But something felt off to her.
"Oh, what a delightfully refreshing sleep. I feel almost like a schoolfilly... What's this odd lump under my covers? Did one of my pillows end up under there again? Or did I bed another lover as I slept?"
Her curiosity got the better off her. She tossed aside her covers and glanced down at herself. What she saw wasn't a pillow or a lover. Instead, it was her own belly, she more round belly and plump than when she had gone to bed. Rarity, of course, was completely shocked by what she saw.
“WHAT have I been eating!?” she shrieked out in surprise. She poked at her soft, squishy belly first followed by her more plump plot and sighed. "I must have been sleep eating again... curse that odd dream," she muttered, taking a sleepy glance at the clock. Rarity shrieked again when she saw it read almost lunchtime.
"Ah! I overslept! Sweetie Belle! We slept in!" she called out to her younger sister. When she received no audible response, Rarity rolled over and glanced toward an empty and unmade bed.
“How odd… where is Sweetie Belle and why didn’t she wake me up if she got up first?” she thought to herself and scratched the back of her head. Before she could dwell on the oddity further, though, Rarity felt a very sharp pain in her lower body. She recognized the feeling immediately and got out of her bed.
"Well, whatever I ate last night doesn't want to wait."
Rarity slammed open the door to her room and bolted downstairs toward the closest bathroom. Once downstairs, she paused briefly to unlock the front door when she heard a loud knocking.
"Yes, yes, come in!" she called out. "I'll be with you shortly!"
In her haste, Rarity didn't even pay attention to who had shown up. Her need for relief was great and increasing by the second so she galloped the rest of the way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She was lucky she was only briefly delayed at the front door. Rarity barely made it to the toilet and sat down just as her sphincter loosened and released a loud, rancid fart. The sound was followed first by a sigh of relief and then by a disgusted exclamation from the white unicorn.
"Oh Celestia! How uncouth!"
Rarity groaned as she felt another bubble of gas making its' way through her digestive tract. Pain built up in the mare’s lower abdomen until finally the trapped gas exploded out. The sound was so loud it echoed in the porcelain bowl and nearly masked the sound of her sigh of relief. Just after her second fart and sigh of relief came a knock at the door. Surprised at the sound, Rarity jumped slightly and let a softer sounding fart slip free from her surprise. “Eek! I’m… a bit preoccupied at the moment, I’ll be with you shortly!”
“Rarity? I’m sorry to bother you but are you alright in there?” came a familiar voice. Rarity recognized it as Twilight Sparkle and noticed by her tone and inflection in her voice that the purple unicorn was confused and concerned.
“Just… just fine darling!” came Rarity’s hasty reply between loud grunts and echoing farts. The smell began to seep out from under the door where Twilight was standing. Rarity’s eyes squinted tight and she made a scrunchy face when she pushed hard to force out another fart. The pain and pressure was building up too much. That’s when she felt something slide out of her sphincter much more solid than gas.”Well, they say love is like a fart, if you force it, it’s probably shit…” thought Rarity with a disgusted chuckle before speaking up to Twilight. “S-something I ate is giving me some trouble, is all. Oh Celestia, it feels HUGE!”
“Oh, that’s strange,” Twilight said over the loud grunting, a curious tone in her voice. “You’ll probably not believe this, but you aren’t the only one with these er… complaints,” Twilight said, trying to skirt around the delicate nature of the problem. “When I hadn’t seen you, Applejack, or Rainbow Dash for the past three days, I got worried. I flew up to Rainbow’s place first and found her locked in her bathroom groaning. I found the same when I stopped by Applejack’s.”
“Th-That’s quite a lovely story ugh… D-Darling…” Rarity groaned out amid another loud fart which echoed inside the small bathroom. The stench was quickly increasing in strength with each release of gas. The air was getting heavy with the scent. A loud splash followed as Rarity’s anus dilated and shoved out a thick, brown log. “OH CELESTIA! I’ll clog my toilet if this keeps up! UGH!” After another loud splash, Rarity screamed out, “THREE DAYS!? I couldn't have been asleep that long!”
Twilight wrinkled her nose at the smell and brought a hoof up to cover her nose. Despite the smell she did her best to stay close to the door. While she normally wouldn’t have ignored Rarity’s outbursts in most cases, this time she was more curious about something other than Rarity likely acting as a drama queen.
“This may seem like an odd question, but did you happen to have a dream recently?”
Rarity relayed her dream to Twilight between her groans, grunts, splashes, and passed gas. Twilight took notes as quick as she could, giving a nod here and there as if what she was writing was making some sense to her. Finally she looked up from her clipboard and told Rarity what she had deduced.
“I… I see. Your dream sounds similar to both Applejack’s and Rainbow Dash’s. Food filled landscape, finding a giant food item… of course the food items were different. You dreamed of a marshmallow bonbon, right?” Twilight asked, looking back through her notes. “Applejack dreamt she ate a giant apple and Rainbow Dash, she dreamt she found a giant cotton candy cloud. And all three of you mentioned you swallowed the things whole. It’s very rare to have three ponies have such similar dreams,” Twilight explained, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “I might have to consult with Luna about this.”
Twilight turned to walk away removing her hoof from her nose. A bad move as she got the full brunt of Rarity’s gas. “What HAVE you been eating, though?” she asked. Rarity answered the question with another loud grunt and a near bowl breaking release of putrid gas. Twilight Sparkle raised her hoof back to her nose in response, nearly losing her lunch. “Nevermind, I probably don’t want to know. Anyhay, I’m off to see Luna, see if I can get any insight to what’s going on, before it happens to more ponies. Oh, and if you see Sweetie Belle, tell her we might need to reschedule Twilight Time until after this is figured out.”
Rarity’s shit began to feel harder as she went, the shit now mixed with some half digested bones. The pieces were also much larger than earlier, making passing them difficult.“See Sweetie Belle? Whatever do you mean?” Rarity asked through pained grunts. She finally let out a sigh of relief as the rather large log of shit finally slid free of her. “Oh, Celestia… that felt divine…”
“Well, nopony’s seen Sweetie, Applebloom, or Scootaloo for three days…” Twilight blinked and paused a single beat before giving a skeptical chuckle. “I’m sure they’re just off playing, I mean, their disappearance and you three’s er… intestinal distress couldn't possibly be related. You know how those three get when they’re out crusading.”
Rarity nodded, though Twilight wouldn't see. "Yes, yes, I'm... URGH! Quite certain they're off playing..." Rarity strained out. Another chunk of brown mass was attempting to slide through her anus. It was nearly triple the size of the previous one. "But must you discuss this with me now ow OW! I feel like it's gonna split me in twoooooo!" Her sentence was punctuated with the loudest and smelliest fart a unicorn could make, the audible sound of the large log of shit sliding from Rarity's anus, and the loud sobbing of an in distress mare.
"What did I do to deser-her-herve this?" she wailed out. In the midst of her outbursts she didn’t realize that the purple pony visiting her had quietly let herself out. She also didn’t know Twilight had left due to embarrassment and haste. Embarrassment from hearing her friend in such a compromising position and haste from needing to get to Luna quickly. She needed to find out if any other ponies had similar dreams over the past few days. In her haste, Twilight didn't even bother to say good bye.
Rarity wouldn’t have acknowledged a goodbye anyway. She wasn't faring too well and was too focused on the pain in her gut to notice. A pain that was building quickly. She felt the flow of shit briefly stop when something clogged up the exit. Rarity strained and struggled, sweat forming all over her body as she tried to force the blockage out. She felt her anus stretch and strain as the largest brown log teased at Rarity’s back door.
The pain continued to build as Rarity strained and struggled with the blockage. Her anus stretched painfully wide as the waste slowly but surely started to move. “Too… big… Get out!”
Rarity gave one last, hard push combined with loud grunts and groans. It felt like she was getting split in two. Finally, the obstruction was forced out. It left her anus gaping wide, allowing the rest of the backed up shit slide freely out into the porcelain bowl below Rarity. Once cleared of the blockage and once she was completely empty, Rarity flopped forward onto the floor. She was exhausted, covered in sweat, and was panting hard from exertion.
"Oh thank Celestia THAT ordeal is over," Rarity said in a pained tone. "I don't think I'll walk straight for at least a week..."
She turned her head to look back at the mess that came out of her and rolled her eyes. What she had shit out filled the bowl and then some.
"I'll need somepony too come unclog the toilet too..."
Still looking at her mountainous mess, her eyes drifted up to the top. Her eyes locked onto a white skull sitting on top of the pile of shit. She noticed the protruding horn and flecks of a familiar looking mane mixed in with the brown of her waste.
"S-Sweetie Belle!?"
Rarity screamed in horror and fainted, somehow managing to pull the chain on the toilet and flush it. The mountain of shit quaked then began to spin about. The pile got shorter quickly. The sound of bones clattering on the porcelain filled the room as the toilet emptied of the waste completely, bones and all, before it refilled with clean water. All evidence of what had happened was washed away.
Sweetie Belle awoke with a start, covered in sweat. Her sheets were wet with urine, her eyes were near pinpricks, and she was shaking out off fear. Confused as to where she was, she looked around the room. There was a bed, some dresses hanging on a rack, a couple of dress dummies. Still scared, though she was starting to think more rationally, she realized she was in her bedroom at Rarity's Boutique.
"Sweet Celestia! It was only a dream..." she squeaked out, still shaking. She knew she'd never get back to sleep by herself, especially in a bed with wet sheets. So, breathing hard and trying to calm down she hopped out of her bed. She walked out her room then sprinted down the dark hallway to Rarity's room. Once there she raised a hoof and knocked on the door timidly.
"Rarity?" the query, although sounding soft with a mix of nervousness, rang out clearly through the near silent house. She didn’t have to wait long for Rarity to open the door and look down at her little sister.
"Sweetie, it's way past your bedtime! Whatever are you still doing up?" Rarity asked with a sleepy groan, ignoring at first her little sister's tone of voice.
Sweetie Belle just stood there in the doorway, her mane a total mess. Somehow, her white coat seemed even whiter than usual. Rarity sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. It didn’t take long for Rarity to smell the familiar faint pungent odor, and to know what was wrong.
"Alright Sweetie Belle, let's go get you cleaned up," she said in a comforting tone and a reassuring smile. "Did you have a bad dream again?” Sweetie Belle nodded slowly. An odd gurgle came from Rarity’s stomach as she sighed. “I never should have skipped dinner… Would you like to sleep in my room tonight, Sweetie Belle?"
Author's Note
Surprise! This is the actual end to the story! I know the hint near the end of chapter 3 was kind of weak to indicate the whole thing was a dream, what kind of toilet wouldn't clog when completely filled, let alone flush a pony skull? Anyhay, I hope you enjoyed my newest story!