Fat Gilda sharts herself

by greydoran

Rating: mature
Tags: Gilda, Horror, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 1854

Gilda is fat. She farts too hard and craps herself.

Gilda is the biggest, meanest bully at Cloudsdale High, and loves tormenting Fluttershy with her stink. Today, however, she takes it too far.

Warning: Exactly what it says on the tin.

Published 2016-02-06 02:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-06 02:30:02 UTC

Chapter 1

It was lunch break at Cloudsdale High. Crowds of young pegasi and griffons huddled together in the cafeteria, talking and laughing. In one corner, Fluttershy apart from the rest, sipping her soy milk peacefully and flipping through a copy of Cute Puppies Quarterly. Her ears were plugged into her discman, so she couldn't notice the doors slamming open, or the student body growing hush. She didn't hear the stomping footsteps that grew closer and closer. She didn't have to turn around to know what was coming. The smell alone was unmistakable, a mixture of sweat, eggs, and motor oil that could only be one creature.

"Hey dweeb," Gilda said, thrusting a flabby claw at Fluttershy, "Pull my finger."

Fluttershy glanced up at Gilda. The slobby griffon had gained a few pounds since they'd last met, pushing her over the edge from overweight to obese. Her leather jacket seemed smaller than ever, draped over a death metal shirt that barely covered her saggy breasts, let alone reach her belly button. Her thighs were as thick as tree trunks, brown fur visible through the holes in her jeans. The griffon still stunk to high heaven, though at this point Fluttershy wondered if it was from laziness, or if she just couldn't fit into a shower anymore.

Stink was her favorite way to torment ponies, mainly because she didn't have to do anything for it to be effective. Farting near them, stuffing their faces in her pits, just standing next to them after PE was enough for most ponies to lose their lunch. Weak little Fluttershy, especially. It felt so good to unload a rabbit stew fart right next to the animal lover that she hardly bothered other ponies now, except to affirm her status as the meanest bitch in senior year.

"Um," Fluttershy replied, "If I pull that, you're not going to fart, are you?"

Gilda leaned over, her greasy jacket rubbing against Fluttershy's back, "No way! I'd never do that to my best friend!"

Fluttershy sighed. She knew there was only one was out of this, otherwise Gilda would come up with an even worse prank, one that would really ruin her day. But she was used to this. She could take a few farts. Taking a deep breath, she gave Gilda's claw a weak tug.

The fat griffon's ass trumpeted loudly, filling the room with the stench of rotten meat. She clenched her fists as she pushed, every blast louder and smellier than the last. Fluttershy held her breath, hoping to escape unscathed, but she knew it was no use. That huge stomach carried an infinite supply of flatulence just waiting to be release. When Gilda wanted to gas somepony, she could keep going as long as she liked.

PHRRRT!

BRRFFTT!

FRRRP- Suddenly, the fart was cut off, turning into a wet burbling sound, and an even worse smell washed over the room. Gilda stiffened, horrified, as her claws drifted to her wide backside. The gurgling grew louder, a dark bulge appearing beneath the surface of her jeans. Desperately, she tried to hold it in, but her anus just wouldn't obey, filling her panties up with reeking brown sludge. A warm trickle ran down the back of her leg, and a few brown chunks dropped to the floor with a quiet *plap*.

"D-did you just..?" Fluttershy stuttered, eyes watering.

"N-no!" Gilda snapped, "Of course not!"

For a moment, the entire cafeteria was silent. Everypony was too stunned by what had happened to speak. Then, somepony chuckled. Another began to laugh, followed by another, and another, until the entire cafeteria was roaring in hysterics at Gilda's misfortune. Gilda stood there, shaking in anger and embarrassment. She couldn't decide whether to run or start slashing throats. Glancing down at Fluttershy, she saw even the yellow pegasus was giggling quietly, hand raised to hide her mouth.

"Gyaah!" Gilda unleashed a furious squawk, smacking Fluttershy with a wing as she half-waddled, half-ran to the hallway door. Fluttershy just stared at the retreating griffon, a steady stream of farts following her out.

Gilda trundled down the hall, trying to ignore the rapidly cooling lump in her panties. She couldn't believe what had happened! She just wanted to make the hippie dweeb miserable, not... This! A quiet fart squeaked out between her clenched ass cheeks, accompanied by an unmistakable warm dribble. How long had it been since she last used the bathroom? Couldn't be more than... A week or so...

A week spent at the local griffon diner, where she could gorge on all the meat she wanted for only a few bits. Sure, it was cheap, greasy, undercooked, pumped full of hormones in Griffonstone's factory farms, and most likely drenched in spit from kitchen staff who couldn't care less, but it tasted GOOD! So what if she gained some weight? So what if she had terrible gas, and hadn't had a solid poop in months?

She felt the answer shifting in her panties, smeared across her ass and down her leg. Gilda thanked the great eagle that everypony was either outside or in the cafeteria. Probably still laughing. "Assholes," She muttered, as the reached the washroom.

Pushing open the door, she found the place completely empty. The janitors had just finished cleaning, evidenced by the yellow warning sign on the floor. Good work, now it was time to make it dirtier than ever. Fumbling, Gilda unbuckled her belt. Her pants were tight, but she managed to pry them off with some squirming. Next, her panties, the only piece of clothing she owned that fit, now weighted down by fist-sized clumps of semisolid crap.

She tore through the elastic waistband with a talon, letting them fall to the newly clean floor with a splat. She'd have to go commando for the rest of the day, not that she cared. Anything was better than those things now. Then she turned to the stalls. She hadn't used the school bathrooms in months, and the weight she gained since them made them seem... Smaller than before. Swinging open the nearest door, her suspicion was confirmed.

There was no way she's be able to turn once she was inside, her wide body wouldn't allow it, so she had to step in backwards. The stalls were meant for ponies, not griffons, and much smaller ponies at that, forcing her to take it slowly. Each moment felt like eternity, her ass straining to contain the extreme pressure struggling to escape. She grunted, feeling the toilet paper roll poke into her side as she slid backwards. Finally, she felt the cold plastic of the toilet seat beneath her. After straining to close and lock the door, she unclenched her buttocks, unleashing hell upon the poor toilet.

Cold water splashed her ass as a wave of diarrhea blasted into the bowl, causing her to squirm in discomfort. She tried to distract herself from the situation by reading the graffiti that covered the stall's walls. Among the uplifting messages, 'Your full of shit' was scrawled on the door in black ink. Gilda remembered when she wrote that, back when she could still zip up her jacket.

She sighed. This was not how she wanted to spend lunch break. And when she got back to class, she'd face the jeers and scorn of everypony she'd ever bullied. She'd have to sit there all day, the back of her jeans stained brown, the smell clinging to her ass which she struggled to clean even with a shower hose and a scrub brush. By the time she got home, the news would've spread throughout the city, and she'd never have a moment's peace. She wondered if Equestria could revoke a school visa on grounds of extreme humiliation.

So caught up in misery she was, that she didn't hear the bathroom door open.

"Um, G-Gilda?" Fluttershy whispered, "Are you okay?"

"G-get out of here, dweeb!" Gilda shouted, straining to flush before the toilet bowl filled up.

Fluttershy fidgeted, scuffing her feet on the floor. "I... I just wanted to say, I'm sorry."

"Didn't you hear-" Gilda started, "Sorry?"

"Yes," Fluttershy continued, "I know I hurt you... I know I deserve everything you do... I just... I never wanted it to go this far! I'm so sorry!"

"I... Don't know what to say." She really didn't. The first time she'd met Fluttershy, the yellow pegasus called her a murderer and a skin-stealer, and splashed a bucket of environmentally friendly, plant-based paint on her jacket. Those stains never came out, not that she really cared enough to try. Gilda would've crushed her puny skull right there, but a teacher managed to separate the two before Gilda could retaliate.

Ever since, Gilda made it her mission to torment Fluttershy. She wore as much leather as possible, from her jacket, to her boots, to her talonless gloves. She ate more meat than ever, piling on the pounds, often bragging within earshot about how many animals she could eat at once. And of course, the gassing. So much meat put a strain on her guts, and it often came out in the form of terrible, terrible gas. She quickly learned to control it, and only release it around Fluttershy. The timid pegasus retreated into her shell, and Gilda became alpha bitch at Cloudsdale High. As it should be.

So now, with Fluttershy apologizing for everything, Gilda was flustered. After all this, after humiliating herself in front of the whole school...

"You're..." Gilda paused, grunting as another liquid blast shot out of her abused asshole, "Forgiven," She gasped in relief.

"Oh," Fluttershy stuttered, "I didn't expect... Um... Thank you!"

The room fell silent again, the only noises coming from Gilda as her bowels relieved themselves of their cargo. She heard a faint gagging as the soiled panties disappeared from her line of sight under the door, followed by a wet crash as they landed in the trash can. The school bell rang, signalling the end of lunch break, but she hardly noticed as she relieved her constipation. Straining, she let out a final, mighty push, but all that came out was a small, wet fart. Nothing more would come out of her burning anus. Her insides felt like an empty tube of toothpaste. She was tired, thirsty, and somewhat hungry from missing lunch, but her ordeal was finally over.

"So," She panted, too dazed to even think about moving, "What now?"

"I c-could... Um... Help you wipe?"

From that day on, Gilda and Fluttershy were at peace. Gilda toned down her eating, and never gassed Fluttershy again, while Fluttershy took a softer approach to her activism. Everypony laughed about the alpha bitch being taken down a peg, but it was soon forgotten as new scandals broke out among the student body. Nopony ever laughed about it behind her back, either, because they knew first-hand what came out of there. Gilda didn't much care either way. She had lost control, but gained a friend.

~FIN~

Author's Note

I thought I'd make a sith lightsaber, and this seems like the best way to do it.