Sunset Shimmer Shits Out Twilight Sparkle

by A Soliptic Platypus

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Random, Slice of Life, Human, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 2221

Sunset Shimmer Shits Out Twilight Sparkle

Sunset Shimmer Shits Out Twilight Sparkle

Published 2015-11-02 07:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-02 07:40:01 UTC

We have to go deeper

It had been two full days since Sunset Shimmer had finished her delicious revenge, and her gut wasn’t happy about it.

In retrospect, that was the sort of flaw that she really should have seen coming. Sunset Shimmer had just been too infatuated with her own brilliance at the time to notice.

—Huuurrghhhh . . .

Sunset Shimmer squirmed about on her bed, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in. The bulge in her belly that signified the continued presence of Twilight Sparkle twisted and turned, intermittent kicks and punches leaving inverted indents in her skin. Sunset Shimmer slapped her belly, hard, watching the bulge vibrate with some small satisfaction.

—Oh, you like it in there, don’t you Sparkle?

She could not hear Twilight, obviously, as any sound would be muffled. That hadn’t stopped the Equestrian Princess from continuing to be the most annoying creature in either world, however.

It hadn’t been so bad immediately afterwards. Still immensely satisfied with her victory, and relishing the sense of power that came with it, Sunset Shimmer had fallen into what she might term a food coma for most of the night. Waking with the sun’s morning rays, she’d wasted no time erasing evidence of her actions, locking the school behind her, and making her way home. She had no intention of attending school like this, and so she had called in sick, planning to spend the day continuing to sleep.

It was just ten minutes into that blissful slumber when Twilight Sparkle had come to, herself. Sunset Shimmer had been able to endure the initial pain: she’d forgotten to do sensible things like remove Twilight Sparkle’s teeth, and trim her nails, and the resulting sharp edges had no doubt left open sores wherever Twilight Sparkle could reach. She’d tried punching herself in the gut, an action undoubtedly effective in demonstrating her absolute control over Twilight Sparkle, but also left her aching. All the movement wasn’t doing her abdominal muscles any favours, either.

These torturous experiences filled most of her day. She’d begun preparing food for dinner, before stopping with a wry chuckle. No, she wouldn’t need to eat again for a while. Instead, she took thrice the recommended dosage of painkillers, and slept the night through.

The second day Sunset Shimmer wasn’t so disorganised. Continuing to ignore Twilight Sparkle’s ministrations, she thought long and hard about her situation. And what she came up with brought back the devilish smile she’d spent so long perfecting, the self-same devilish smile Twilight Sparkle had destroyed.

—Oh, Twilight. Don’t you worry, I’ve a special surprise for you!

It was nearly time. Sunset Shimmer could hear the gurglings in her stomach, the half-hearted screeches of her foe. Carrying her belly in her arms before her, she stumbled to the kitchen sink, filling a large bucket with cold tap water. Hoisting a garden hose about her shoulder, she waddled into the bathroom, giving the toilet a disdainful glance as she stepped into the shower.

Typically Sunset Shimmer disliked the shower/bath combination that she was stuck with, preferring the smaller cubicle design she’d seen elsewhere. Now, though, it suited her purposes perfectly.

Sunset Shimmer stripped quickly, tossing her clothes to the floor, and turned the shower on. The water that hit her was ice-cold, trickling down her legs to form a small river towards the drain, but quickly reached a reasonable temperature, with water vapour rising around her to quell her shivers. The shower settled in to its job of wetting everyone.

The bucket she placed above, on the edge of the vanity. The garden hose she hung over the edge of the bucket, the other end stretching down into the bath. Sunset Shimmer took a deep breath, then, taking the end of the hose in her mouth, sucked hard, drawing water from the bucket. Pinching the end of the hose, she squatted down, watching with satisfaction as the water was pulled through the tubing when she released her pressure on the end.

—Yes, Twilight. Very, very special.

Sunset carefully worked herself into a sitting position, with her knees bent upwards towards her chest. From here, she could lie back against the edge of the bath, her hips supporting Twilight Sparkle’s weight.

She was sure to thoroughly wipe away any debris still clinging to her, then gently, with several fingers leading the way, inserted the garden hose, careful to maintain pressure keeping it sealed. She could feel the weight of the water behind it, pushing to get out. She slid her fingers back along the hose, pushing it in inch by inch until it connected her firmly to the bucket, as an umbilical cord to its mother.

—Are you ready, Twilight Sparkle?

Sunset Shimmer gently eased the pressure off the hose. Immediately, cold water rushed forth, giving her a shock. But she soon acclimatised to the temperature difference, taking some pleasure in the knowledge that Twilight Sparkle would be fully submerged in it, whereas she had all the comfort of the warm rain beating down atop her head. Her belly moved, and Sunset’s face twisted in pain. Her free hand gripped the edge of the bath in a vice-like grip, and a low gasp escaped her lips.

Bit by bit, the tap water filled her up. Sunset hadn’t thought she could get fuller than she’d felt after consuming Twilight Sparkle. She’d been wrong. The water sought out every crevice, each crack, pushed and pushed until every single twisting turn of her intestinal tract was stretched.

But it still wasn’t enough. Twilight Sparkle must have felt the water by now, even if she hadn’t realised as to its significance, but it needed to do more than touch her, it needed to surround her, needed to take her in its embrace . . .

The imprint of a hand pushed out from her stomach, and Sunset Shimmer could hear a muffled scream even through the noise of the shower. She smiled, thank Sunset, she didn’t think she could hold it in for much longer. She waited another half-minute while the water pressed against her, inside and out, until the pressure stopped slowly increasing. The weight of the water still in the bucket must too low to overcome the swelling of her body, every inch of tissue straining against the mass.

Twilight Sparkle’s movements became more frantic, and Sunset Shimmer gave the hose a tug. Some water spilt out before she could clench, groaning against her muscle’s protests. But that was okay, it was all according to plan, and she was Sunset Shimmer! She’d defeated every obstacle to ever stand in her path, and this was no different. She just had to . . . She had to . . .

Sunset Shimmer felt Twilight Sparkle begin to truly freak out, and her gut responded, spasming briefly before she could regain control. Her hands, just beginning to press down on her stomach, shot out to the sides of the bath, white knuckles standing out as she tensed her body. Ripples of panic washed through her. Sweat rose to her skin, only to be immediately washed away by the cleansing rain.

A short burst of water escaped. Sunset Shimmer was momentarily confused by its clear colour before she remembered that she hadn’t eaten actual food in over a week. Shouldn’t she have been hungry? Sunset Shimmer wasn’t ignorant enough to believe that she could survive on a diet of nothing but Twilight Sparkle, though – as the idea presented itself – it did sound appealing . . .

Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by more frantic struggling. Twilight Sparkle had apparently stopped only to catch her breath, as much as she could. Sunset moaned, the pounding on her insides only furthering the sensation of being stretched. She was full to bursting. Another small squirt escaped her.

“You okay in there, Sparkle?”

Whoa, where’d that thought come from. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t Sunset Shimmer. The whole point of this was to make sure Twilight Sparkle was thoroughly not alright. To think otherwise was . . . well, it was inefficient!

—Stop it!

Sunset Shimmer slapped her stomach in frustration, then squeezed her abdominal wall as hard as she could. A flood of water rushed from her all at once, and Twilight Sparkle’s frantic movements ceased. Sunset sighed, relaxing slightly, and sinking back against the wall of the bath. She could feel Twilight moving inside her, sliding down. It wouldn’t be much longer, now.

Spurt by spurt, Sunset rode out each wave of movement. Soon, she felt something more solid approaching. Something with more mass, more density to it than the water she’d grown accustomed to passing. With a grunt, Sunset Shimmer gave a hard shove.

Twilight Sparkle chose that moment to kick her foot.

Sunset bit her lip, hard.

—Would you stop that, Twilight! Fuck!

A purple foot inched above Sunset Shimmer’s distended waist. As she watched, the toes flexed, curling and uncurling under the warm shower. Sunset Shimmer panted, taking huge gulps of air, trying to psych herself up. With a shuddering gasp, the rest of Twilight Sparkle’s legs were expelled from within her, sloshing towards the far end of the tub.

She paused for a moment, and Twilight Sparkle began squirming again. Did she really have to keep doing that? This was painful enough as it was: as much as she hated it, Sunset Shimmer knew she was crying. The only thing that made it bearable was the absence of anyone to see.

Sunset Shimmer contented herself with a fierce cessation of movement, forcibly forbidding further passage to Twilight. A smirk plastered itself across her pained face as Twilight Sparkle’s panicked struggles increased in intensity, high-pitched whines more audible now. Only when she relaxed did Sunset Shimmer follow suit, allowing Twilight’s waist to slide free.

Now she could feel new movement: scrabbling motions trying to force their way out. Sunset Shimmer played with the idea for a moment, of teasing her, finger by finger, making abundantly clear just how much control Sunset had over the situation. Just how dependent Twilight was on her.

Instead, she looked at the legs stretched out between hers. They writhed, thumping against the bathtub, searching for purchase. The water had done a reasonable job of cleaning, washing away the gastric juices, and she could only see a faint tinge of discolouration washing away down the drain. But the smell. Taking a moment to turn her attention away from Twilight’s body between her legs, the stench demanded respect, demanded it with a strength to rival Sunset’s. Reminding her of vomit and sulfur, she retched a little, clasping now at her aching belly, her nostrils joining the growing list of things that felt like they were on fire.

Sunset Shimmer was in misery. She squared her shoulders, feeling Twilight Sparkle prying her way out. She just had to remember why she was doing this. The humiliation, Sunset, the humiliation! She was literally shitting out her rival. Forcing Twilight Sparkle to do something as juvenile as eating her flatulence, by comparison, was nothing. Twilight would have to live with this ordeal, with the sure knowledge that she was a piece of shit; a number two! Sunset Shimmer’s little fecal matter. Or not so little, this had to be the biggest shit any human had ever taken.

Finally, at long last, with a heavy schlurp, a flooding of water, warmed by Twilight Sparkle’s radiant heat, to match that pouring down from above, Twilight Sparkle’s chest, shoulders, chin, head plunged into the warm, shallow water. Sunset Shimmer collapsed where she lay, Twilight sucked in heaving gasps of air, water flowed indiscriminate of orange or purple, the thundering in their ears receded . . . confused, unsure where one ended and the other began. That was the climax, as far as Sunset admits of one.

She was shivering. Sunset Shimmer leaned forward, gathering Twilight Sparkle into her arms. Her hair, slick and wet, traced a heavy trail along Sunset’s chest.

—Mama?

—Yes, Sparkle?

—Ugh . . . Sunset, what the fuck?

—It seemed like a good idea at the time.

—I’m glad.

—You are?

—No!

—Sorry.

—Are you?

—No. Not really.

—Hmph.

—Twilight?

—Hmm?

—You’re warm, now.

—Yes.

—Do you want some food?

—Not really.

—

—Do you?

—I haven’t eaten in over a week.

—Could have fooled me.

—Ha ha.

—I’ll make you a sandwich.

—No.

—Why not?

—Hmph.

—Alright.

—

—

—

—

—There’s no crisis.

—I figured that much out, thanks.

—You’ll have to go home.

—Yes.

—I hate you.

—In your dreams.

—Good dreams.

—Can I . . . Sunset . . .

—What?

—Can I stay?

—Why?

—You are not okay. And I don’t mean in a friend-way. I mean in a psychotic way.

—Thanks.

—So?

—No.

—No?

—No!

—Why can’t we be friends now?

—

— It’s what I want. It’s what you want.

—

—I’ll come back.

—I know.

The sun had long since set when Twilight Sparkle left Sunset Shimmer’s house. The portal, when she reached it, was still open, the surface rippling around her outstretched hand. One small step, and she was gone.

As for Sunset Shimmer, she spent the next few hours applying pressure to soiled rags held firmly between her butt-cheeks.