Body Suits Make Terrible Toilets

by metalgeartwilight

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Sex, Random, Crossover
Length: 1722

Littlepip has an accident, and discovers that she's pretty into that.

(Warning: Watersports)
Several hours after her telekinesis gives out, Littlepip discovers that she's unable to get her Stable Suit off without it. Put in a desperate situation, Littlepip succumbs to her physiological need and wets herself. As it turns out, making a warm wet mess all over herself is a huge turn-on for Littlepip. Too bad she'll still have to deal with the humiliation of facing her friends in her soiled outfit.

Characters and universe from Fallout Equestria by Kkat.

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Published 2016-08-11 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-11 03:20:01 UTC

Littlepip's Accident

It had now been four hours since Littlepip's telekinesis had given out. Holding Little Macintosh in her mouth felt awkward, but fortunately there had been little need to use it.
"How much longer to Tenpony?" Littlepip asked. She could tell it was late afternoon and they'd been out all day.

"Not far," replied Calamity as he flew above, surveying the area, "Once we're past this here Stable-Tec production facility you'll be able to see it. Probably three or four miles out."
The facility was a monstrous factory. At its peak, it employed over 4,000 ponies building everything from Stable doors to bed frames. Now, like most of the rest of Manehattan, it was a ruin.

"Maybe we could cut through here," Littlepip suggested, indicating towards the derelict factory. She had a few reasons to be in a hurry. There was the fact that, without her telekinesis, she had a severe handicap in combat. There was also Homage, who was awaiting her return to Tenpony. Most pressing on her mind, though, was the fact that she really, really, really had to pee, and she'd rather use the clean toilets back at Tenpony than make her mark behind some rubble.

"Ah don't think that's such a great idea," Calamity replied, "Could be some nasty stuff inside, and I can already see that the streets ahead are safe. It'll take a might bit longer, but there's no reason to risk it. We ain't in any hurry."

Sure, you aren't in any hurry, Littlepip thought. Without taking a shortcut, there was no way she was going to be able to wait to use the bathrooms at Tenpony. "Alright, in that case I'm going to need a few minutes of privacy. Need to. . . take care of something."
"Can't you wait and let Homage take care of that?" Calamity asked jovially.
Littlepip gave him a look that could turn a cockatrice to stone, Calamity only chuckled.
"You know that's not what I'm doing. Am I going to need to find somewhere covered so you don't watch me from above?" Littlepip was visibly annoyed.
"Ah'm just giving you a hard time, Pip." Calamity said more seriously, "Besides, I don't think Velvet would be very okay with that."
"Not at all actually,” stated Velvet, “Don't worry Pip, I'll make sure he stays here with me." Velvet attempted to sound reassuring, but her statement carried an air of sarcasm with it.
"Alright, well, I'll be back in a few minutes." Littlepip said as she turned towards a collapsed building across the street. The roof was long gone, so she'd have to take her friends at their word that Calamity would stay put.

It was always a bit awkward, finding the right place to relieve herself in the wastes, especially in an urban area like this. These had once been finished rooms in functioning buildings, just letting loose on the floor never felt natural. But the toilets hadn't worked in centuries, and without a roof her waste would be washed away the next time it rained. The building's job now was simply to provide a few walls between Littlepip and her friends while she did her business.

Many Stable Dwellers wore half-suits which covered their forelegs and most of their torsos, but didn't cover their rear ends or hind legs. Wanting better protection from both the elements and combatants, Littlepip wore a full Stable Suit which had been reinforced and armored. It covered her from neck to tail, and down all four legs to her hooves. It was very practical, very functional, and, right now, very much stopping her from being able to pee.
"Urrrgh! HOW DO EARTH PONIES DO THIS?!" Littlepip growled in frustration. Without her telekinesis, she was having to use her mouth to pull the suit's zipper. She just couldn't seem to contort herself in the right direction to pull it, and it didn't help that she was compulsively crossing her hind legs. Now that she had anticipated being able to relieve herself, the fact that she couldn't was rapidly becoming unbearable.

"FUCK!" she exclaimed. She had finally gotten the zipper to move, and managed to jam it in her coat. She could go back and ask Velvet for a hoof in getting her suit off, but at this point she wasn't sure she could wait that long. She bit her lip, crossed her hind legs even more tightly, and grabbed at herself with her left forehoof in desperation.

OK, Pip thought to herself, it's just a zipper, and I just have to pee. It's no big deal. I've waited this long. I can wait a couple more minutes while I get myself unstuck. Just take a deep breath and do it. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and started a slow, relaxed exhale. She put her left forehoof down, uncrossed her hind legs, and managed to keep from wetting herself there and then.

See? No problem! she thought to herself, though she was still worried that she'd have a warm stream of urine running down her hindquarters and at moment. She opened her eyes and suddenly her bladder situation, desperate as it was, became only a minor concern.
A bright red indicator covered the center of her vision. She shared this building with a hostile.

At least I'll have a really good fucking excuse for pissing myself, Pip thought. Alright, first, take care of the raider scum that's taken up camp here. Then, have Velvet get my fucking suit off. And finally, have Calamity fly me up and I'll piss all over this Celestia forsaken ruin. She no longer felt awkward about relieving herself here.

Pulling out Little Macintosh, Littlepip prepared to engage the hostile. Whoever they were, they appeared to be just on the other side of the wall from her. A doorway stood about six meters to her right. As she quietly made her way there, she had to stop when a sudden urge overcame her. She crossed her legs and grabbed at her crotch, and managed not to completely wet herself, but she could feel the warm, wet result of her small loss of control in her suit. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" she cried under her breath. There was no way she could wait for Calamity to fly her up and let her piss all over this stupid building. Heck, she probably couldn't even wait long enough for Velvet to help get her suit off. Luna rape me with her horn! she thought, followed by a chuckle, At least she'd tear a hole in my suit's hindquarters doing that, I might actually be able to tear it open a little more and pee through it. She refocused, OK, probably going to piss myself, but that's alright. The more important thing is that there's a raider or Manticore, or SOMETHING right around the corner that wants to kill me. Let's take care of that asshole first. She rounded the corner, Little Macintosh at the ready, and found. . . a radroach.

"A radroach? A RADROACH? I'M GOING TO FUCKING PISS MYSELF BECAUSE I HAD TO GO MAKE SURE I WASN'T GOING TO GET KILLED BY A FUCKING RADROACH!?!?!" She threw Little Macintosh to the floor and bit at her zipper, ignoring the radroach completely. She already knew she wasn't getting her suit off though, and the inevitable happened. She felt a surge of relief followed by an intense warmth that started between her legs and ran down toward her hooves, forward along her belly, and absorbed into the suit in all directions. She looked down and saw as little rivulets formed dancing golden streams down her legs. She still had a lot of pee in her and couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. She had already quite visibly wet herself, and wasn't even done yet? Goddesses, how much can one pony hold?

She let out a sigh of relief, and a shiver ran down her spine. It was messy, and gross, and. . . felt really, REALLY good. She found herself reach her left foreleg down, running it up between her thighs, the warmth from her fluids permeating the thin fabric of the suit. Yeah, this is happening. She lay down on her back, careful to avoid the newly formed puddle at her feet. In retrospect, she wasn't sure why; she was already soaked. She noticed for the first time how absolutely massive the puddle was, it must have been two meters across with small streams running off to the low spots in the uneven floor. Holy Celestia, no wonder I couldn't hold it.

She pressed her hoof to her crotch, forcing a surge of hot wetness back out of her clothing. She began to rub, slowly and first, but faster as she found her rhythm. Her breathing quickened, matching the pounding in her chest. She pressed harder, gasping, biting her lip, aching for release. . . until it, or rather she, came.

"Homage twenty-seven, Littlepip one," she said as she caught her breath. She relaxed her body, let her tongue hang slightly out of her mouth, rolled onto her side and opened her eyes.

Velvet Remedy looked down at her, clearly at a loss for words. "I-I. . . was just. . . uh. . . j-just checking to make sure you were okay," she stammered out.

Littlepip jumped to her feet, her face and turned beet red, "Uh, YEAH! Fine! Just fine! Just, uh, had a little, uh, trouble with the zipper!" she motioned to her suit and forced a smile that wasn't fooling anypony.

Velvet tried to return the smile, though the emotion on her face was clearly a mixture of surprise, disgust, and amusement at Littlepip's embarrassment. "We'll get you cleaned up when we get back to Tenpony; I'll make sure Calamity doesn't give you too much of a hard time about your little, er, 'accident'." It seemed like Velvet would keep the part about Littlepip masturbating in her own urine to herself. Littlepip gave a small sigh of relief.

"Oh, and Pip? If. . . ah. . . if that's what you and Homage are into. . . remind me not to sit on her furniture the next time we're up there."

Littlepip blushed so hard she thought Celestia herself had teleported the Sun into her skin.