When Nature Calls

You Can't Go Wrong With Fiber

Ditzy Doo, commonly called Derpy by her friends and acquaintances, waved and smiled to Pinkie Pie as she left Sugar Cube Corner after getting her usual muffins this morning. On her way through the door, she bumped hard into not just one, but three people as she wasn't watching where she should have been going. They all laughed and joked good naturedly at the little accident, knowing that she couldn't really help her clumsiness due to her poor eyesight and accident prone nature. One of them helped her to her feet as she had fallen flat on her rear in the confusion. She thanked them with a bright smile and hurried on her way to walk her mail route, heavily laden messenger bag bouncing at her side. She wore a light, sky blue tee shirt stretched tightly over her chest, tight jeans that showcased a luscious rear and had a matching pair of light gray sneakers encasing her feet sans socks.

As she went about her route, she munched on her assorted bag of muffins, provided by Pinkie who always had a knack for picking out the best muffins for her any given day. The first one she ate had the dark red swirls of raspberry liberally mixed with dark chocolate chunks. It went down quickly, providing her with a surge of energy and a heavenly taste in her mouth. Wanting to let the flavor linger, she held off eating any of the others for the time being and went about her work. About a quarter of the way through her usual route, Derpy pulled another muffin out of her bag, noting that this one was a rich golden brown with a heady smelling top crusted with several different grains. This was a seven grain muffin flavored with cinnamon, clove and honey.

This one was one of her top favorites, although it came with a slightly embarrassing side effect later on in the day due to the huge amount of fiber in it. She didn't mind it so much because she knew it was good for her and always chided herself that she needed more fiber in her diet in any case, so with a little smile, she took a huge bite out of it. As she chewed, the smoky, slightly nutty flavor of fresh grains and spices danced across her tongue before making its way down her throat. That muffin didn't last half as long as the first one and left her filled up enough without her feeling stuffy that she decided to save the rest of her muffins for later.

After stowing her treats for later, she hurried on her way, when she should have taken her time. She delivered the wrong packages to five different places (which she eventually corrected), blundered into a bush that ended with her running through the streets as a family of irate squirrels attacked her in retaliation for destroying their home (later calmed down and chastised by Fluttershy who chided them for building their home in a bush when they should have known better in the first place) and sent Golden Harvest's stall careening across the market square into Applejack's when she stumbled into it (which was an accident waiting to happen anyway since Goldie forgot to put stops under the wheels of her stall).

So, all in all, a fairly average day for Derpy with less property damage than usual that partially wasn't even her fault. After she helped get everything sorted out and made her apologies, she reported back to the post office, turned in her messenger bag for the day and made her way back home just after noon. It was the height of summer, so the house was empty when she entered it (her daughter, Dinky having gone off to spend a month with her grandparents up in Vanhoover). Dinky flopped down on the couch with a long sigh, happy to be done with work for the day and settled in to relax for a while.

A nap sounded perfect at the moment since her muffins earlier still filled her well enough, so she kicked off her sneakers before getting back up to close the curtains. With that done, she smiled to herself as she decided to take this one in her underwear (something she wasn't able to do very often, although she loved to do so when she had the chance). She quickly pulled her tee shirt up and over, liberating her perky d-cup breasts encased in a white sports bra that had a small gray bubbles embroidered thickly along the bottom and thinning out closer to the top. She tousled her straw blond hair with a quick yawn before she tossed it over the arm of a nearby chair and moved her hands across her taught stomach in search of the button to her snug jeans. Once she found it, she quickly unbuttoned it and drew the zipper down to reveal the front of her pristine, white panties adorned with a cute little pink bow stitched to the elastic band. She then moved her hands back to the waist of her jeans and started shimmying out of them, bending over as she worked her legs back and forth to speed up her disrobing. When they were bunched up around her ankles, she stepped out of them and draped them over her shirt and leisurely made her way back to the couch for her nap. She stretched out on the couch, scratched her stomach lazily and let out a cute sigh as she closed her eyes.

***

She woke up a couple hours later with a deep breath and a full body stretch that quickly alerted her that she had a call to answer quickly. Her bladder was full to bursting and an incessant, urgent pressure in her abdomen made her clench her anus in surprise as she froze to avoid an accident. When she was sure that she could move again without risk, she quickly stood up and made her way upstairs to her master bathroom. She made the journey without incident, although by the time she entered the room, she was moving at double time with a hand firmly pressed wedged between her legs, palm against her folds and a pair of fingertips against her tightly clenched anus in an attempt to hold back nature's call.

Positioning herself in front of the toilet, Derpy quickly dropped her panties to rest at her ankles, briefly showing a well trimmed carpet of thick blond pubic hair that framed her vulva and sat down quickly. When her rear made contact with the cold porcelain seat, she tensed and shivered briefly while her body warmed the seat up to a tolerable level before she was able to relax. After a few chilly moments, her body reminded her why she was here and felt an odd grumbling rumble that moved down through her from up near her diaphragm. She took a deep breath before sighing, turned around and opened the small window behind the toilet a little bit so that there would be some ventilation for what was coming. She relaxed as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees and clasped a hand to each of her crossed forearms.

Almost immediately, her bladder began emptying itself, a faint tinkling noise as a stream of slightly tinted urine flowed forth from her folds. A moment later, her anus let lose a burst of gas that roiled around before rising around her with the hair curling smell that was the product of her meal of spicy alfredo tortellini last night. She coughed a little as she made a face, waving a hand to help disperse the smell a bit. Her anus dilated as her body moved its waste closer to exiting. She felt a small mass of it slide along the walls of her colon as it progressed and finally exited with a faint plop in the water. As if that were the cue she felt another, larger mass work its way down and out at a faster pace than the previous mass and felt it pass to join its predecessor in the water.

With that done, she settled down for the second part to come about, her bladder still roughly half full. To help keep the odor down, she reached back behind her and flushed the toilet once, a swirling of cool air rushing around her sensitive parts and a gurgle of water as the bowl refilled. The rumbling in her intestines returned with a vengeance as she felt her bowels writhe. She felt the surge of pressure and just relaxed instead of tensing up to try to hurry it along its way. With a deep resonance, she passed another burst of gas mixed with a stream of dark brown fiber along with small masses of waste that splashed loudly in the bowl. She gave a little groan of chagrined pleasure at the sensation despite her situation. Shortly after that initial burst another, larger surge came flowing out along with a great lessening of pressure in her bowels. She gave a deep groan mixed with a sigh as she relaxed further and her stream of urine finally began slowing down.

She sat straight up and felt one last surge of her intestines as they purged the rest of her fiber heavy snack from her body and shivered at the content feeling that was left in its place. A moment later, her flow of urine cut off with a few final drops falling to the murky waters below. With her body finally finished with its tasks, Derpy reached over to the roll of toilet paper for a few squares which she doubled over and used to gently swipe up her folds, wicking away the urine that still clung to her. When she was satisfied with her cleanliness there, she dropped the used paper into the bowl and gathered another segment of paper which she used to clean away the bulk of residue around her anus. She quickly dropped it and repeated the process twice more, once in the same direction and once the opposite to ensure that she was as clean as she could be back there without a shower.

With that done, she stood up and brought her panties back up to fit snugly against her delicates before turning around to flush, the murky waters of the bowl quickly vanishing without a single lingering trace as it was replaced by fresh water. She washed her hands briskly with warm water, dried them and left the bathroom with a smile to go finish off the rest of her treats from that morning before it was time for supper. A cleansing like that always left her surprisingly hungry despite how distasteful it might seem, but it wasn't as though she ever told that particular fact to anyone, right?