Party Wipe Cave, Pinkie The Cave Master
Party Wipe Cave
Written by Septia.
The light of the mid day sky, which had up till now been a warming comfort, was snatched away as the group was swallowed up by the dark, moist swamp around them. Deep in unmapped territory, anypony could easily become lost. However, the four adventurers were already a week late with their expedition and driven by their strong sense of duty. The trapper of the group stopped to look around. “I trust you have our path documented, constructor. Hello? Constructor?” She turned to notice a distinct lack of their party member. “You know this would be a lot easier if we could all be on time for the session....”
Lefin stomped her orange hoof into the table with great irritation, so that dice shook and wobbled over character sheets and notes. “How come Buffet is late to play at his own house? I don't want a repeat of last week.” Lefin sighed and fiddled with her blue bow. Pinkie pie waved her hoof calmly and dismissively to the three other mares around the table.
“Hey no need to be upset, I can wait with introductions to this week’s adventure until Buffet comes around,” she glanced over to Nessy who seemed to look rather embarrassed, “and since Nessy was too busy in Canterlot last week, I had a chance to work extra hard on this one, and it is a doozy.” Pinkie giggled and clapped her hooves together. “I am not sure if you are gonna be up to handle all the dangerous creatures seeking to gobble you up in this one~.” Verilin had taken her chance to soar off for a glass of water whilst Pinkie talked and landed back down with a playful scoff.
“And here I thought the most Gluttonous creature was the one holding our Caves and Creatures’ games every week.” Pinkie poked up from behind the Gm screen with a snicker.
“Hey Nessy?” The cobalt mare dragged her gaze away from her character sheet to see Pinkie. “What did delay you in Canterlot?” Nessy scratched the back of her mane with lips curled in an awkward expression.
“I-ehm, uhm… I was a little held up clearing out the castle's plumbing.” -Chboof-. The door flew open to a heaving yellow stallion, wiping some sweat off his emerald mane.
“Do excuse the fact I am a bit late.” Lefin threw her hooves up happily.
“Finally, Buttered what took you so long?” The stallion showed off a broad grin and nimbly placed a couple of bottles onto the table.
“Took a detour to the brewery, couldn't resist a bit of celebration, since we missed last week.” Pinkie leaped into the air, immediately recognizing the apple family brand of cider.
“Whooho~ Lets get this Caves and Creatures party going~.”
~ 1 ~
”How come you always search for traps Lefin?” Verilin asked after the table had shared several cups of cider and punch.
“Well, you know I am a trapper, it’s sort of in my name. You are the psychologist~.” -Ghiicup-. Nessy handed Verilin some dice.
“You should have a chance to try at least~.” Finishing her drink the pegasi rolled the dice.
“The psychologist adventurer managed two steps before tripping into the swamp face first.” Pinkie narrated with a cheery chuckle which the whole table joined in on. Verilin scooched closer to pinkie.
“Aww that is too bad, think I can get a little idea of how wet the mud feels at least? To be more in character?” It sounded like the punch talking, though Pinkie obliged by brushing her drool coated tongue right over the mare's cheek, wiggling it around to smear out the warm saliva. Even taking a second, slow, warm lap.
“Mmm mm, if the swamp could talk it would definitely compliment your taste, Verloin steak~.” Verilin leaned back and gave Pinkie a friendly shove.
“And if I didn't have a face full of mud I would thank it~.” Buffet and Lefin shivered softly whilst Nessy laughed heartily at the exchange.
-Gooulp- -Hooaurp- “Scuse me~. Now ehm, lets see... Nessy, when you walked off from the group, a net hidden under the mud suddenly snaps up and captures you.” Pinkie said whilst filling her glass again. Nessy gasped as Lefin struck her hoof onto the table again proclaiming:
“I knew it.” Pinkie giggled and held up a shiny token.
“Aaand, since we know your Manager character is 'Against violent methods' she should be able to escape,” as she talked Pinkie also poked Nessy's saddlebag, “I also happen to know you have a gag saved for an occasion like this.” Nessy's blue cheeks turned blooming purple, and not only from drinking too much punch.
“Oooh I shouldn't keep getting myself stuck in these situations, but its gotten pretty fun and we could use the adventure point.” She said and grabbed the token with a wobbly hoof, then rummaging around her satchel for the gag.
“Now, the rest of you see Nessy thrashing around in the net as she is quickly dragged off by bandits. She grunts and squirms and bounces around but the net is just too congested around her no matter how much she-.” A clap From Buffet snapped pinkie out of it.
“Isn't that a bit much detail?” Pinkie chuckled and sipped some more of her drink.
“Maybe, but sometimes it is just so fun to imagine. I think I could make for a pretty good prison, with Nessy all cramped up in my belly struggling and wiggling so much. That would feel so fun, especially having someone I like so close and snug.” The pink mare cradled her moderately pudgy tummy and bounced the doughy chub in her arm's embrace. Verilin snickered and poked Pinkie's soft gut.
“Sure beats a soggy old net for comfort, though probably wouldn't be any less damp.” Nessy came up to teasingly prod Pinkie's belly as well, and when Lefin joined it it turned into a real tickle party. The Gm left squirming and giggling,
“S-stop, its not a good idea to phfahaha ha-harass the pfahahiihi Gm.” Buffet sat back and smiled, as his apartment became permeated with laughter and a moist scent of cider.
”Following the bandits trails leads you all to a large hole in the ground with an entrance of rocks built around it, leading down into deep caves in the wet grounds below. And in there you can weakly hear...” Pinkie motioned to Nessy, now with a simple ball gag in her mouth, who responded with some muffled pants.
“Mwffn. Mnfwwfts.” The Gm clapped at the added realism this provided.
“Then there is no choice but down.” Buffet proclaimed with a wonky smile, all participants having slightly flustered muzzles at this point.
“Oooh so right~. With buffet the constructor in front, you travel down into the darkness. The swamp air becoming dense and wet with each breath, a soft rumbling in the darkness, the beating of the swamps heart.” Lefin raised an adventuring point.
“I say we split up to look for her, this place is too big.” Nessy mumbled something discouraging behind her gag but Pinkie nodded, wobbly with cider.
“Oookay. Verilin first, you find a deep chasm further ahead as the other search around, a small drop leading deep into the earth, at the bottom just a -Hichikoo- small pouring of some viscous liquids.” Verilin chuckles and leans in against Pinkie's side.
“I will head down that path, it seems so inviting, and I have wiggled out of worse situations~.” Pinkie giggled and rolled some dice behind her screen.
“Ooo, but that suddenly makes the entrance above snap shut, closing out any of the dim marsh light.” Verilin chuckling.
“Heading down is the best option to keep going.” Pinkie chuckled and wobbled on her seat.
“Ooo, this cave is going to be the trickiest one yet~.”
~ 2 ~
-Groounglrb-. Deep within herself came this rolling groan. Her body felt like it was full or rocks, her head like an air balloon. It took Pinkie a few moments to get her head clear, staring up at the roof from a resting position. The room looked like a complete mess; table on its side, dice scattered all over together with bags and clothing. “Mmfwfmm, mmfwnntf!” Glancing downwards led her to see someone having left a huge pink sack on her belly, which now and again budged and wobbled sporadically. Buffet was there too, holding onto the big sack, brushing over the springy surface.
“Buttered... My stomach is all bubbly, did I have too much?” She said with a groggy voice. The stallion's eyes going wide and grasped around the pink mound, Pinkie now registering the sensation of her engorged belly. An aura of confusion and surprise laid between them, the two gazing at each other as if they had awoken from the same dream.
“Mwffnoonngn.” Buffet shifted around the hanging sphere of globby flesh, seeing a gagged, cobalt coloured mare head sticking out from the plump cheeks, thrashing around and attempting to speak around the gag.
“What is down there?” Pinkie asked still half consciously. Buffet patting over Nessy's mane, the mare framed by rose coloured, tubby mounds on all sides.
“It is Nessy the manager, seems like she wasn't able to escape the bandits,” he paused to pat Pinkie's gut softly, “and they almost have her tucked up in jail, just need to get the last of her into the cell.” Pinkie blinked and turned her head, then beamed jovially with a giddy snicker.
“Ooo, I can feel that, not much left though, just need to get her all nice and stuffed away in the bandit's cell.”
With some strain the bloated mare managed to turn over and reach her rump, letting her hoof sink into the soft flab of her rear and tugging on the cheek to spread her pucker. Nessy wriggled her head with her cheeks still covered in fluster, her friend's dark, fleshy rim delicately hugged and squeezed in against her neck. “Nngh...” Pinkie groaned softly, the pucker's rubbery rim nimbly flexing with the humid colon grasping and tugging her deeper. “Just gonna, help her a little...” The mare's head soon bumped in against the pillowy flank, thrusted in against the pliable fat. Even with the cheeks pulled apart, Nessy plugged up the rear and rebound outwards after each tug inwards, bouncing like a fishing bob. Buffet leaned down to see if he could assist her. -Groourgobl-. Just as pinkie's bowels quivered with internal pressure. “...bit.” Pinkie exclaimed as a wet cloud of rump vapors burst out around the head of her friend with a thundering -Phrrooooouultfffbrbh-. The heavy steam making the lip of her pucker quiver and spread wider at the relieved pressure. A piquant aroma of musky apples billowing out. With the broadening gas Nessy's head sunk back with a slick moist -Shloongnk-, pink flesh enveloping her head and clenching in against the edge of her gagged muzzle, which twitched and wiggled for a moment. “Mmnngaa..” After straining herself again the last tip of the cobalt muzzle was sucked into her posterior, leaving only an excitedly winking ponut. “Phoo... Just as keen to be captured as ever.” -Frorooft-. An eager puff of gas puttered out of the rear at the blushing stallion.
~ 3 ~
Pinkie's belly sprawled out like an overfilled water balloon, hanging down on each side with the bulbous, rumbly filling. Lumps bobbed up over the belly here and there, and contours vaguely reminiscent of hooves or hinds shifted over the rippling surface. -Boourp-. Pinkie's lips jiggled at the occasional belches slipping out, cooing and resting back on the little pile of pillows she had slept on. Buttered Buffet caressing his hooves across her bloated stomach, providing a gentle massage to ease her body's work. “Phew... I really slurped up all three?” Pinkie asked the perpetually flustered stallion.
“R-really I, can't remember too much of what happened, I think Verilin basically crawled in herself.”
-Hoourap-. “Nessy and Lefin too, all ending up trapped in my dungeon.” Her ears folded backwards. Buffet moved up towards her, still stroking over her tremendous midsection. -Broulmglsh-. Pinkie patted her belly, the slaps sounding like a ladle hitting batter. “Seems they all have to roll up new characters next time.” She pursed her lips tightly at the rumbling indie, her cheeks swelling up round before... -Bhralluuoouuothp-. The rolling belch cascaded out of her maw like a flood of hot, spunky air. -Sphllath- Along with the gassy eruption a drenched blue bowtie was flung out into Buffets face, slapping tight and sticking onto his face, the rest of the belch drizzling his face in translucent drool and punch scented stomach liquids. Buffet trembled in place and even let out a shivering whimper at the warm wave of stomach air wafting past him. Pinkie held a hoof over her mouth and chuckled. “Excuse me, must be the adventurers I took in making my gut all bubbly and happy.” -Hoouraarrp-. Buffet pulled off the drippy accessory from his muzzle, a hoof held over his own purple bowtie, just in time to see a pair of dice lobbed out onto the bounding tummy with the rumbling burp, landing on a double negative. “Ooops, have to do better than that if you wanna escape this cave, yummy nummy friends.” Pinkie massaged and kneaded together her belly with a smile. Buffet kneeling down next to her and pushing down on some pillowy lumps sloshing and twisting about in the mare's gut.
“Eh-ehe. Y-yes they... they certainly do.”
”Oooo... I am sorry that I pushed a higher level cave on you before I should have, but you make me feel so nice and stuffed.” Pinkie cradled as much of her belly as she was able to, pulled it up and let it sluggishly drop down, -Groulngl-. She chuckled and let out a warm coo as she Felt Buffet massage her. “Hey, you could say they met their match at the bowels of the beast~. Ooo or the pink beast, or maybe just the pink?” Buffet leaned in against the stomach, big enough to be used as a mattress, and listened to the noisy, slobby churnings and muted groans.
“W-well I wouldn't call you a beast.” He said softly. Pinkie chuckling and wiggling in place to have her gullet slosh and sway like it was made of pudding.
“Nnnyope, but I do have a lot of uncharted bowels to explore~.” -Hoouaarp-. Another little wet belch slipped out, Pinkie casually continuing to speak. “I have enough adventurers inside me you could slap an open sign on me and call me an Inn.” Buttered smiled a bit at this.
“A Pinkinn, maybe?” The mare burst out into another little fit of laughter.
“Perfect~. Pinkinn always has room for all her friends and adventurers,” she paused and leaned in, “even if the lodging can get really cramped~.” buffet chuckled rather awkwardly with her, and rubbed over his neck whilst massaging her groaning, growling gut.
~ 4 ~
After a while the stomach wasn't quite as active, the chunky lump shaking only now and then. “Splitting the party up wasn't that great of an idea.” Pinkie said ponderously. Buffet only nodding back to her. “Though it can happen, have to keep learning as you go. You know, maybe we could get a new group together in Canterlot? I know Twilight probably has enough space to accompany a rather big group.” Pinkie leaned back so her mane wobbled like a spring, patting her chin. “Though Twilight has been acting a little odd since she moved there with the princesses for royal training.” -Swwmmnnfmn-. A frail whimper could just barely be heard from within the muffling layers of belly fat.
“Remember when Lefin startled the wolfs nest? And you had to pack up and hide as quickly as you could~.” Buffet looked up at this.
“Of course, almost left my safety vest behind. Though not as difficult as the first session and Verilin tried to evaluate a tree for nearly an hour.” Pinkie held both hooves over her giggling mouth to contain the laughter. Then gave off a soft, pleasant sigh as she cupped a tubby bunch of her belly.
“We have had a lot of fun~.”
~ 5 ~
-Glourlsh-. The massive mound of gut flab had been gradually deflating over time, compacting and grounding up its meal to a more sloshy, globby state. “Ooo, they were so much fun, and sad they all had to go at once like this, even though I am pretty sure they were going to end up on my hind and barrel as tub eventually.” -Aooouuaarrp-. She sighed after the longer, hurling belch, but then saw Buffet blushing. -Boourrrp-. He blushed again. She smirked with a hint of deviousness and wiggled in place. “Can you smell them in my burps?” Buffet looked up briskly.
“W-wha? I ehm.” She quickly leaned over, causing her gut to roll at the quick motion and heave up a bubbly burst of -Houuraaarrph-, showering him in the humid, meaty and grape saturated breath.
“How about that one?” She said with a cheery tone, as cherry as Buffet's cheeks. The stallion trembling a bit, looking around as if searching for an answer. Which he found in heading down to pinkie's lower legs and gently rubbing down over her hooves.
“You, you feel a little tense Pinkie, l can make that feel better.” The pink mare happily wiggled her legs, watching him sitting right below her pliable, mare meat churning stomach.
“Mmaa, you are right that is making me feel better.”
Pinkie batted at her sluggish heap of pudge, working her hooves down against its moldable surface. Her kneading caused it to give off sludgy -Glourlslh- -Shloourls-. Meanwhile buffet would dutifully caress and gracefully pat down against Pinkie's hooves in soft pattern's. Though, he couldn't look away when Pinkie started to pull in the bottom of her sloshy gullet, just to let it all heave back out, deflating and compressing the tummy to look firm just to let go have it quickly bloat out with a liquid -Bwooulng-. Watching her rolling the three pony's worth of tummy, making the bulging bulk of flab appear animated and breathing. -Bwouumng. -Gloorlsh-. All the while pinkie was fondling the gargantuan mound as well, squeezing together and shaking her stomach in her own giddy embrace. “O-oop, uh oh.” The stallion wasn't attentive enough to respond as she warned him, just seeing her lift a leg to the side. -Phoourfllfth-. A tepid, pungent puff of steamy fumes blew out of her rear, washing Buffet in nearly point blank with the rancid steam. Baked in with the mare musk was a stuffy hint of punch-soaked fur. It turned out Buffets hooves were unable to cover his embarrassed fluster, but Pinkie just giggled and patted down at her rear.
“I know you smelt that one, and I think you can get a better sniff of them a little closer to my butt.”
~ 6 ~
Buffet squished the pink, doughy hunks of flank together, watching them press against each other to form a naturally pursed, straight crevice. Above Pinkie had crossed her back legs over him, pinning him in a friendly manner close to her cheeks. “Nnng.. I always imagined Nessy to smell minty, tell me if she does~.” Buffet felt the vibrations throughout the pink mounds as the colon bloated with pressure. -Phiirrrr-.. At first the steam moseyed out through the clenched fat, already a tart odor of wilting fruit puttering out with the heat. He spread her cheeks to let the pucker free. -Phhrroorurtlblrth-. Gas rumbled and bubbled out in a flow of hot bowel wind, Pinkie's moist and greasy pucker winking and shaking at the dense steam puffing out. “Ooo, our friends can bring the noise even now~.” Pinkie said playfully and flexed her pucker. “I think they have more to say.” Her legs clenched in and shoved the stallion up closer to the embrace of her soft flank. -Frrrioiitrrtlth-. Gas trailing out in clouds of nasty green smoke bathing Buffet in the gaseous remnants of their party. The oozing stench of mulch and filth tickling his nostrils, but embedded within where fresh hints of spiced pork marinated in butt exhausts. He coughed a couple of times but snuggled up to her rear warmly.
“They s-sure are there s-still.” Pinkie smacked her belly with pride. -Swockh-.
"Only the best for PinkInn's patrons~.” Her cheeks trembled, anther tepid wave of gas spread out in The stallion's face, bathing him in her tart, musky stench. Waves of condensed colon air oozing around him like in a sauna. Between coughs and sniffs he chuckles along with Pinkie, happy together in the slobby apartment.
~ 7 ~
”Phooei, time really flies when you are having fun with friends,” pinkie pie said in a dreamy tone whilst squishing her firmer, sloshy barrel, “one day I'll track down whoever makes time move quicker when you are having fun, really makes proper time management a nightmare.” Buffet looked up at her, leaning over the matress dense gut.
“It isn't fun to say bye to your friends, is it?” Pinkie snorted in her cute giggly fashion.
“Oh not that silly, saying bye to friends is really important, how else are you supposed to meet them again next time?” With those words she shifted about on the pillow pile and spread her legs wider. “So saying bye is important, like we are gonna do to our friends here soon,” she rubbed over the softly groaning belly, “but you have to make every parting special, that is what separates the byes from the goodbyes.” -Fhiiiffr-. She giggled warmly. “So could you prepare the entrance for our friends a bit to make their exit pleasant?” He realized what she meant and quickly tucked away his face behind her belly, fidgeting up to her soft, plush pucker and planted a little smooch onto her rear lips. Pinkie leaned back to prod and grope her packed gut, which now looked like it contained two mares at most, whilst Buffet finagled his tongue in the wrinkled creases of pinkie's rear. Moistening his tongue between wet laps gave him a clear taste of Pinkie's pucker. The feminine dabs of sweaty musk gathered in the warm crack having a certain sweetness to it. Her rim winked whilst he slurped over it, feeling the gentle trembles of her cheeks vibrate his tongue and rippling all over his muzzle. The moist muscle capping off her rear as he gradually brushed it over her rear pit, occasionally swaying his tongue over it like he was wiping it with a broom. A jolt of childlike satisfaction coursed through his spine when his fiddling tongue made the mare hold herself for laughs. He had never quite been this close to her before.
-Phiioourtf- One squeaky butt belch was enough to feel like all his work was undone. “Aah... Me thinks our heroes are on the last level of the cave.” Even this she said with a feather light tone to her voice. Buffet wiped the little rear once more before patting and sparsely kneading down to the lower end of her belly.
“Y-yes, just have to... pass the last barrier.” Pinkie smiled and giggled up at this, twirling her hoof against her gut.
“Yessiree, a last challenge just needing a good spot for them to head out to.” Buffet nodded.
“Oh yes, something tells me they will have some good rolls this time.” Pinkie nodded.
“Mmhm, just need the permission for tonight's sessions exit.” Buffet nodded and rubber her belly quicker.
“And that stop is just at the end of the tunnel? With a nice warm light guiding them through th-.” Pinkie coughed politely.
“Buffet, do I have permission to borrow your bathroom?” Buffet froze a bit mid speech and cleared his throat.
“Ah... Right. O-of course.” She beamed warmly to him.
“Thanks a bunch~.” The mare wobbled softly back and forth on her pillows until she could tip herself forward with the densely packed gut sloshing and swaying underneath her. Firm and rounded but to the touch the insides felt like thick jam churning within.
~ 8 ~
”I-is it r-really necessary that I.. am here?” Buffet asked perplexed as he marveled over the large bellied mare wobbling for momentum to bounce onto his toilet. Coupled with the fact that the bathroom was small enough that he would be two hoof-lengths away from her whenever he stood increased the awkwardness of the situation.
“Well duaah, of course we are going to give a rightful goodbye to our friends together, this is an important time in their life and we aren't the kind of friends who misses out on something like that, are we?” -Brhoouppfth-. Dry and booming, the burst of flatulence echoed within the porcelain bowl, gaining a ceramic treble, dousing the sealed room with a sharp, spoiled scent.
“I-if you say so.” The stallion said and slightly tilted is head to get a view of Pinkie's rear.
The cave's exit twitched, the substantial clog trudging through its tunnels causing the whole mountain to rumble. With the pressure building behind the gate, the rugose pit began bulging outwards so that its tight folds stretched flat. -Phroouuth- Smothered by the incoming avalanche, the putrefied wet blast still echoed out into the lake below. The rim wobbled enough at the gas to ease its hold on the firm mass. A muddy slab of dung was revealed within the framing pink crevice, sinking downwards in small thrusts. “Nnmgmm..” Pinkie strained herself above, shuddering as the freshly baked fudge's girth swelled to near hoof thickness. Her pucker broadened like rubber around the chocolate column. “Mmffw, geeze gals did you pack on a few pound while in there? Don't remember you being quite that.. chubby,” an airy -Fiiirrft- slithered out of her rear as a large section of the cobbled hunk of fat mare dung shoved downwards, making pinkie shudder and giggle, “,mm not that I am complaining.” The mare kneaded down gently on her groaning stomach, struggling to dispatch the sleek slab. Right under her tail a smaller lump slowly made its way closer to the rear chute. -Shlrliirth- A sticky crackling came as the lump slowly unfurled through the spreading pucker. Soon, a muddled, grim smeared knob unveiled. The pink rim getting caught on the dung lodged bone. “Come on now, it is just a push shove a... drop.” Pinkie proclaimed and clenched her rear tightly, dislodging the bone from her butt and quickly having the freed, thick loaf plummet into the toilet with a damp -Thooudlplgsh- that sent small tremors through the floor. “Aaa, don't worry, our friends were just having a bit of trouble finding the exit.” Pinkie said and watched how Buffet briskly nodded.
“Y-yeah, clumsy of them.”
Inside of the toilet a tangle of coiling bowel butter folded over each other. Dense chunks squishing and molding over each other as warm droves of putty. A web of fissures and cracks sprawled over the exuding fudge, decorating the bright cocoa lumps in a deep umber web. Often the crevices led to grime caked lump of a bone or vertebrae baked into the chocolate mud pie. Pinkie's pillowy pucker flexed and caressed over the meticulously cobbled hunk of lumps, smearing clear and viscous colon fluids over the surface and into the wider crevices. “Mmngna..” At her will the ring of innocent, feminine flesh shut over the waste and cut into the muck, a little further ahead the length tore along a broad fissure with a clay like -Clkirrth- and slumped into the bowl followed by the smaller dollop of creamy fudge. The steamy pile of curling manure already taking up most of the toilet bowl. “So polished and stuffy they become, so smooth and big,” Pinkie reached back whilst she spoke and fondled with her bouncy rump, “it is like I am a special waterslide for my friends. This is such a great time~” Buffet looked over Pinkie's gut hanging forth unhindered by her at this pose, turbulently pulsing and kneading in on the jam packed intestines. Awkwardly rubbing at the back of his head he responded
“Better than Lefin's party you organized?” Pinkie pondered whilst letting out a massive, thunderous -Frooubbrrlh- which dropped off a couple of bone riddled globules of muck from her rear.
“One of the greatest still. I worked a lot on that party but seeing Lefin happy made it all worth it. Oo oo, remember when Nessy came to the session in such a hurry she was still wearing her maid outfit? Or when Verilin bought her bovine friends over to play?” Buffet nodded to her with a slightly awkward, but genuine smile.
“We have had a lot of fun together.”
Throughout the isolated bathroom a thick stench of the tempered vapors spread. The air getting heavy with most odors of spoiled cider and a sharpness of decomposing mare meat. Obese loaves of doughy butt sludge flopping down over each other in a mangled, mush. -Thoupplb- -Doiumpf- Compact looking mounds melding against others to have their fissures forming an intricate maze of steaming manure. Pinkie's hooves massaging down on her progressively diminishing gut. At this point her rear pit so loose and adjusted it easily stretched over the harder protrusions of broken bones. Buffet staring slightly mesmerized, even whilst Pinkie still talked, right over the plush ponut. The mud having a vague beige yellow hue to its dominant dirt brown, the size fluctuating, but at times the waste seemed to be as wide as her thighs. Drenched in a thin film of bowel oil, the molten sludge heaving out through her cheeks received a gleaming luster, like a precious metal given form by her internal furnace. A compact clock of gunk struggled to sluggishly squeeze out of her rear. “Hmmm, even if I don't remember their taste, if they were half as good as they are now then they could have been served to any royalty~.” Her deep pink pucker pulsed and squished along the compressed plug of colon sewage, slipping over the bones of a rib cage smothered up inside the mass. Having been polished clean against the surface of the intestines, it almost resembled some sort of ancient armour. -Shrlipldodugl.- Compact and heavy the mound dove into the gunk, displacing the softer muck which molded in against it. The pucker above shortly clenched and spread around more porous, slimy dollops of waste to splat and mix into the deeper brown concoction. Burying bones and crackled dung in the rising pile of processed, unfortunate adventurers.
The auburn mountain of filth grew ever taller as the proud chocolate factory of a mare delighted in every moment of rear stimulation her friends provided. Looping tubes of uniform, bone littered clay curling and lazily gliding down the sides in muddy dunes. -Sploujdth- Mud cakes slobbily dropped down around the edge of the toilet in soft served stacks. From small pores and pocks in the filth rose reeking stench through humid fog, coupled with the occasional wet -Sphrrloorthd- bubbling out from the mare's flank. “Aaah~,” Pinkie exclaimed with a satisfied expression, “and the time Nessy tripped and fell on my patotie? I am sure that wasn't an accident~. She seemed to be a bit down lately, but now its like she is brand new.” She patted on and wiggled her sinking belly and boasted her extra padded rear as she spoke. Sighing warmly to herself, she let go of all pressure entirely, a golden stream of pungent urine splashing down into the pile beneath her, the torrid jet digging into the grime and pooling out in long yellow rives down over the floor. The urine had taken on a muddled tainted tint once it hit the floor. Shortly, the dung pile eclipsed the toilet in its entirety, with the carefree mare fanning her tail happily whilst letting some wet and glistening nougat bonbons drop over top of the pile.
~ 9 ~
”Let me hear you give it your all one, and a one, two...” -Phrooluhbbrrlth- . The tremendous blast of warm, quivering fart gas scent the mare's new fat jiggling, spraying some tiny chunky dollops over the pile. The burst propelling the mare down to the floor in a spectacular hop. Pinkie spreading out her arms and happily exclaiming “Ooowee~. That was a lot of great fun ga-.. Ooo..” she looked over the massive heap. Chunks of polished and not so polished bone bits jutting out through the sludgy chocolate mess. Hues of deep dirt brown to smooth pale and almost grayish earth painting the pile in several, rather impressive colour gradients. The whole mucky mess seemed partly liquid, as chubby droves of the filth moved down it at a snail pace like a sandcastle being hit by a wave. The Oozing fog of stench so dense one could see it a a vague stinky green lingering around what had once been a toilet. Pinkie pie's cheeks resembled her mane as she rubbed at the back of her head with a slightly nervous chuckle. “Whoopsie, didn't mean to mess up your toilet so much,” then she turned to the pile with a smile, “naughty girls messing up Buffets bathroom. The one time you had to roll a success with style~.” Buffet just sort of stared at all this, wiping his forehead and eventually holding over his muzzle.
“T-that is just Fine pinkie, like you said this was our sendoff to them.” Pinkie ceremonious held up a piece of toilet paper, and proceeded to swab her crack clean of any sticky fudge clinging to her pucker.
“Aaaah, I hereby officially declare these adventures, wiped~.” At the last word she dropped the stained paper on the pile and couldn't hold herself to laughs. Even Buffet joined in with a giggle, observing how pinkie had certainly gained a few layers on her soft belly and wobbly rear. Suddenly she was right on him, her hooves curled around his body. He hugged back, steady and smiling. “Thanks a lot for this Session Buffet, I think all of us had a lot of fun even if the cave was too high level.” She cuddled him up close and then hopped back with a bounce to her step. “Though it might be a little tight to gather up a new group before next week, I will certainly try~. And what say you we meet up and adjust their character sheets? Need to add the 'Dumped' trait to them at least~.” Buffet nodded warmly.
“Sounds great Pinkie.” She beamed and quickly hugged him again.
“Yahoo~. Sorry we dragged out on time a bit today, have to dash, see you later~.” And so the pink mare skipped out of the bathroom, letting the stench invade the rest of the apartment as she took her leave.
~ 10 ~
Buffet was left staring at the impressive mound. How he was going to clear off a pile bigger than the entrance to the bathroom he wasn't sure. Yet, he waited, for a long while. Eventually, he stepped forth and pushed his hooves to the pile. The surface was slimy and almost gooey, with a little bit of pressure his hooves sank into the globby mountain of filth. A shudder going through his spine as the warmth encased his legs, clinging hotly to his bright yellow coat. And then, he sighed with a heavy breath. “Horse shoes and saddles.,” he muttered with a wimpy tone, “not this time either... I am sure she would have done it if you just asked, she was fine with the others...” Cursing over his flaws, he stared into the filthy waste of that gorgeous, funny mare. Wishing, dreaming, that he could one day end up as just another putrid bowel movement.
