A Meeting of the Mounds

by Night Soil

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance, Comedy
Length: 2195

The princesses poop their panties at an important meeting.

When pregnant women have cravings, you just have to indulge them. Especially when they're a powerful, immortal princess. And even when their "craving" is for the experience of pooping their panties in the middle of an important meeting.

A requested story.

[Panty pooping, pregnancy, farting. 18+ only]

Published 2016-09-18 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-18 22:20:01 UTC

Poop

"I call this meeting to order," said Celestia, placing her palm on the round, bone-white meeting table. She stood at her full, commanding height, letting the table support the weight of her very pregnant belly. She was a living demigod, but she was eight months pregnant with triplets and needed all the help she could get.

"Order?" said Discord gleefully, "I hate order!"

"Thank you all for coming here," said Celestia. "I have-"

"Do you get it?" interjected Discord, shifting his eyes from pony to pony. "Because I'm the embodiment of-"

"Yeah, no, we get it," sighed Cadance. Out of all the princesses, she had the least experience dealing with Discord, and she was just as pregnant as Cadance, so her patience was close to its limit.

"Do you?"asked Discord, cocking his head. "Because I don't see anyone collapsing with breathless laughter."

Twilight shifted in her seat, trying to balance her own pregnant belly in comfortable position, while simultaneously keeping her ass tightly closed to contain what felt like a tremendous fart. She wasn't quite as big as the other princesses, but she'd eaten just as much at the banquet earlier that day. She'd been a little embarrassed to stuff her face in front of Canterlot's leading businessponies, but her pregnant cravings couldn't be denied. Plus, ever since becoming a princess she'd slowly been learning that she could get away with all sort of things that would normally be inappropriate. Celestia's love of food was the stuff of legends, and it had never been a serious source of scandal.

"You'll just have to trust us, Discord," said Twilight, "We aaaaall get it."

"We are suitably amused," said Luna. Luna was clenching her ass too, acutely aware of the poop that was trying to push its way out. They'd all peed before the meeting - their pregnancies all forced them to do so frequently - but she hadn't realized how much she'd needed to shit.

The other ponies at the meeting eyed Discord nervously. Most of them had never seen him before, but they hadn't seen his handiwork either. They had only their imaginations to tell them what an incarnation of Chaos was capable of. They weren't terrified, but they looked like they wanted to know what an allegedly reformed villain was doing in the meeting.

Celestia took her seat, barely managing to contain a fart as she shifted her body. "Everypony," she said, "My sister and I have been working with Discord to determine how best to utilize his powers of chaos to benefit Equestria."

"My suggestions were fun," pouted Discord.

"We've determined that Discord can redistribute existing randomness in the world, in addition to creating randomness. With his help, we can mitigate random forces that would adversely effect the Equestrian economy, safely offloading the chaos to places where it can be helpful, or at least harmless."

"While there will be no favoritism in our management of the economy, we are seeking your input in how Discord's abilities could be used to -"
Celestia was cut off by a long, loud fart from Cadance's direction. Celestia turned to see Cadance sighing with relief and settling in her chair as her noisy fart went on and on. The other three princesses all turned and stared, one by one giving in to curiosity as the duration of the fart crept into absurd territory. The smell bloomed outward from Cadance's seat, and the princesses crinkled their noses as the foul scent reached them.

Cadance's anal outburst finally came to an end, and her chest rose and fell in a satisfied sigh. Twilight smiled nervously, feeling more than a little jealous of Cadance, whose body was certainly feeling more relaxed than hers right now. She turned to the businessponies seated around the table, trying to find the words to defuse the awkwardness and help Celestia get the meeting back on track.

But there didn't seem to be any awkwardness. The ponies were all looking at Cadance, but they seemed... pleased? They weren't laughing, just smiling. As if they were watching a show they were quietly enjoying.

And Cadance was smiling, almost looking proud of herself, which confused Twilight further. Twilight had worn similar smiles after especially satisfying farts or particularly big dumps - two things she'd have loved to do right at that moment - but only when she'd been alone. But Cadance was in front of some of the most respected names in Canterlot, and what's more, they seemed to appreciate her fart as much as she did.

Twilight leaned to the side to ask Cadance what was up. But the motion separated her asscheeks, and her own catastrophic fart made itself known, billowing out from her asshole in a long, windy burst. Twilight could have re-clenched, but the release of the pent-up gas was such an immense release, and a source of such physical pleasure, that she couldn't force herself to stop. She sighed with relief, and then felt her sigh become a near-orgasmic moan. She closed her eyes, forgetting where she was, and her hand crept down past her bulging belly to her crotch as more and more gas noisily escaped her anus. Twilight began to touch herself, running her hand up and down the length of her pussy's entrance, feeling herself grow moist beneath her dress.

And the feeling of something solid passing through her ass sent a shock of pleasure through her body. There was so much shit inside her, pressing against her ass, and letting out that first thick turd was the best feeling in the world. But as soon as she felt it smush against her panties, her eyes shot open and her ass clenched again, holding back the tide of shit.

"Twilight," said Cadance, loud enough for the room to hear, "Did you just poop yourself?"

Discord raised an eyebrow. "Fillies and gentlecolts, I had nothing to do with this. Not really my style."

Twilight's face erupted in a deep red blush. "I- I couldn't help it," she whispered.

"Don't worry," said Cadance. "The magic of love has you covered. Once I realized I was going to have to fart, I used my magic to make everyone here love princess farts. Poop shouldn't be a problem either."

Twilight looked around the room. The assembled ponies were leaning forwards in their seats, smelling the air, and - from the look of things - touching themselves under the table. Twilight wasn't the only one who had gotten pleasure from pooping her panties.

"If there's any more left inside you, go ahead and finish the job," said Cadance. "No one's going to mind."

Twilight felt panic starting to boil in her gut. She'd always had a secret, shameful desire for this sort of scenario - something she'd explored in private fantasies - but seeing it come true before her eyes was too much to handle. Reflexively, she looked at her mentor, Celestia - and was shocked to see her hefting her pregnant tummy up past the rim of the table, climbing onto her chair, and then stepping onto the table.

"Cadance, dear," said Celestia, "your magic has done me a great service. Sister, would you like to join me up here and give our audience a proper show?"

"We would cherish the opportunity," said Luna. Celestia extended her hand to Luna and helped her climb onto the sturdy meeting table. The solar princess worked her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then helped Luna achieve the same state. Twilight watched, rapt, as the two gorgeous princesses stripped down to bra and panties, with their bulging bellies fully exposed, then squatted together on the table.

Their asses released boisterous, brassy farts in stereo, blasting the table with an outburst of foul wind. The ponies around the table moaned with pleasure, rubbing themselves under the table with renewed vigor. Before long, their panties began to bulge with an immense outpouring of shit. Huge, thick turds pressed against the fabric, staining it brown as the twin lumps grew and grew.

"Ooh," said Cadance, whose hand was under her skirt, working her wet slit, "That looks like fun." She raised her ass from the seat, and Twilight saw her body tense as she joined Luna and Celestia in shitting her panties. "Aaaahhh," she sighed, as her panties filled with poop, "What a relief."

Twilight heard the meeting room's door slam, and noticed that Discord wasn't in the room. He probably hadn't been affected by Cadance's magic, and the princess' sudden scat session must have been too much for even him.

On the table, the princesses both had nearly bowling-ball-sized lumps in their panties. The misshapen mounds bulged with thick, firm turds, stretching the fabric to its breaking point. And beyond it. Nearly in unison, the material began to tear, exposing the dark brown poop within. Twilight's arousal went into overdrive as she watched the princesses of the sun and moon burst their panties with poop, and her hand began to work furiously at her slit.

Twilight couldn't hold back anymore. She relaxed her anus and pushed, feeling her pussy twitch as each thick, firm turd pushed past her hole. Her shit lifted her from her seat as it piled up beneath her, then her weight pressed it down, smearing it along her asscheeks. More and more shit barreled out of her ass, more than she could have imagined would be inside of her. She felt her panties rip, just like Celestia and Luna's had, as her mess hit critical mass and burst through the fabric. She threw her head back and moaned in orgasm, as the feeling of the shit beneath her and the sight of the tall, beautiful, gravid twin princesses with shit-bulged panties drove Twilight over the edge.

The other ponies in the room also seemed to be finishing themselves off, squirming in their seats as the sights and smells brought them to climax. The air was rich with the smell of the princess' gas and their poop, and the princesses were reveling in it just as much as the other ponies.

Luna and Celestia took their seats, letting their shit squish beneath them as their weight settled into it. Celestia surveyed the post-orgasmic glow of the ponies around the room, and smiled with satisfaction. "Cadance," she said, "That was great fun. I'd like to make use of the magic of love to reach and even wider audience."

*

Twilight stared into the camera's lens. "You're sure this will work over television?" she asked.

"Oh, definitely," said Cadance, brushing her multihued hair from her eyes. "I've done... something like this before."

The four princesses, still hugely pregnant, were dressed in loose-fitting shirts and sturdy panties that promised to hold a big, fat load of poop before breaking. The cameraman, already under the influence of Cadance's love magic, eagerly listened to his earpiece, waiting for the signal that Canterlot Broadcasting was ready to cut to the princess' feed. He called out "Five, four..." then counted down with his fingers, and and Celestia looked confidently at the camera. All the princesses were regal and self-assured, except for Twilight, who was still overwhelmed at having her fantasies realized. The past few days, ever since the meeting, had been filled with big meals and intimate panty-pooping sessions in private princess quarters.

"Fillies and gentlecolts," said Celestia, directing a smoky look into the camera, "You are privileged to witness an intimate moment with the four regal princesses of Canterlot. No, not our deliveries," she said, running her hand over her belly, "that's a couple weeks off. No, today's royal entertainment will be a moment of... release..."

Celestia turned and pointed her ass at the camera, then motioned for the others to do the same. They all turned, Twilight a little more hesitantly than the others, and followed Celestia in a noisy release of gas. "Feel free to pleasure thyself, gentle viewer," said Luna, looking over her shoulder to face the camera.

Despite her hesitance, Twilight was the first to start pooping her panties, darkening the pink fabric with lumpy brown. The others soon followed, freely messing themselves, confident in the appreciation of the enchanted audience. Twilight, overcome with arousal, turned to Celestia and slipped her arms around her waist. She'd never dared to make a move on her treasured mentor before, but now she couldn't stop herself.

Her lips met Celestia's, and her tongue entered the sun princess' mouth, tasting her sweetness even as the wonderfully foul smell of princess poop filled the room. Twilight's hands followed the bend of Celestia's spine, down to the underside of her ass. Her fingers embraced the mound of shit in Celestia's panties, feeling it grow as she pushed out more and more poop.

As strange as the circumstances were, Twilight had never felt more like a princess. She was powerful. She could do whatever she wanted. She could poop herself on live TV, she could make out with the immortal princess of the sun while feeling up her messy panties... this is what being a princess was all about, if Twilight had anything to say about it.