There was a knock on the door.
“Mom!” Diamond yelled out. “Somepony’s at the door!”
There was no response.
“Mom!” Diamond shouted again. Still nothing.
Diamond rolled her eyes. “You can let yourself in, I guess!” she shouted out in the general direction of the door. She heard it open, and then slam shut. After a few moments of the sounds of hoofbeats drawing closer and closer, Diamond was soon greeted with the sight of Hondo Flanks and Cookie Crumbles standing in the doorway to her living room.
“O-Oh,” Hondo said, looking off to the side. “You’re here. I-I guess you’d be the one to talk to.” Diamond sneered at him.
“What do you want?”
“Well, as I’m sure you know,” Hondo said. “We’re Sweetie Belle’s parents.”
“Uh-huh?” Diamond said, inspecting her hoof disinterestedly.
Cookie cleared her throat. “And, well, seeing as you were… involved with what happened to her, we were, um…”
“We were wondering if we could ask you a favor,” Hondo said hurriedly.
“What?” Diamond looked over, setting her hoof down on her enormous gut, which gave a loud groan the moment her hoof rested against it. It shifted slightly, and for a moment, one could see the vague outline of what almost looked like a small skeleton.
Hondo cringed and Cookie bit back a small sob.
“Look, I don’t have time for this,” Diamond groaned. “What do you want? Spit it out already.” She shifted on the couch a bit, her massive belly settling down against the cushions.
“We don’t blame you, of course,” Hondo said, his voice weird and froggy and not entirely convincing. “We know that certain ponies have…err, certain dietary needs and that it isn’t fair for us to discriminate based on those—“
“Yeah, I don’t need to hear all that,” Diamond said, snorting hostilely. “Hurry up and spit out what kind of favor you want.”
“Well, see,” Hondo Flanks said, looking down at his hooves as Cookie wiped a tear from each eye. “We’d like there to be a body in the casket. Something for the funeral.”
“What am I supposed to do about that?” Diamond snapped irritably.
Hondo and Cookie both turned to look at each other awkwardly.
***
“And so, we commit Sweetie’s remains to the earth,” a morose preacher pony droned through the cemetery. Ponies were lined up in rows behind the preacher, who stood behind a brilliant white coffin.
Hondo got to his hooves, and walked over to the coffin, sighing softly. “Guess this is it, Sweetie… I miss you a lot. Your mother does too.” He hung his head in silence, a single hoof against the edge of the coffin.
A loud pfffrrrtt perforated the silence. Hondo closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sound, but another louder, wetter one soon followed. Looking up, he was granted with the view of Diamond’s plump, plushy rump, larger than ever now that Sweetie had added extra padding to it. Every few moments, they'd spread apart, and a large solid log would slide out of her and land in a growing pile inside the casket.
Diamond turned her head and Hondo saw that her pink cheeks were tinged with a furious blush. They caught each other's eye, and Diamond frowned at him. "It's not like I can control how loud it is," she shot at him. As if on cue, she let loose an enormous braaaaaAAAAaapprrrtt, her tail flapping in the gust from her ass like a flag in the wind.
“I know you can’t control it,” Hondo said. “This just… none of this is what I imagined.”
“Sorry,” Diamond said, not sounding sorry at all. Hondo pressed his hoof to his brow, and took a deep breath. He immediately regretted this, as the stench from Diamond’s gargantuan fart still hung heavy in the air.
“You know, most ponies use an urn for situations like this,” Diamond Tiara offered unhelpfully.
“I know what most ponies do,” Hondo said, clearly irritated. “I just—I wanted—urgh!”
And with that he retreated from the coffinside, Diamond still shitting what was left of his youngest daughter into it.
As members of the community took turns walking up to the casket, Diamond Tiara continue to expel the remains of Sweetie into it. As a weeping, hysterical Rarity and her mother approached the coffin, her shit came out in solid, heavy logs, much as it had when Hondo was up next to her. When the rest of the mane six soon moved up to pay their respects, Diamond’s shit was a lot more watery. It came out in gushes and spurts, splattering the impressive pile she had formed. When a bit splashed on to Fluttershy and caused her to faint, the Elements elected to withdraw.
Her dumps were a lot bonier when Apple Bloom and Scootaloo walked up to the casket. A few ribs poked their way out of significantly more solid shit, and the two fillies retreated from their former friend as Diamond made a show out of attempting to pass one of Sweetie’s femurs horizontally.
Her anus was spitting little nuggets interspersed with chunks of Sweetie's mane and fur when Cheerilee walked up, accompanied by a few of Diamond’s classmates and their parents. Several of them shot her glances every now and then, but they seemed to be doing their best to ignore her grunts and groans.
Finally, after many more ponies came to pay their respects, Hondo returned. He stood there, but instead of looking down into the coffin, his gaze was firmly fixed on Diamond, whose wide, bowlegged stance was exaggerated as she worked hard to shit out the final bits of Sweetie Belle.
“Are you still at it?" Hondo asked, exasperated. A good half-hour had nearly passed since Diamond had started shitting out the remnants of his daughter.
“Almost done," Diamond grunted, arching her back. Her anus pulsated forward and back, looking as though it were heaving in a desperate attempt to expel whatever was left inside her. A few tiny squeaks and snorts escaped, but it seemed as though she was finally done.
"Good," Hondo said,his horn lighting, a faint glow encapsulating the lid of the casket. "Now, we can close this, and get the remains committed to the earth, and—“
A low rumble interrupted him. He looked up, and saw Diamond Tiara clutching her stomach, an odd look of mild pain and confusion on her face.
"What was that?" he asked.
Diamond shook her head slightly from side to side, before opening her mouth, a strangled burp escaping. "Uh-oh," she muttered, her eyes beginning to roll back in her head.
“‘Uh-oh’? What do you mean, ‘uh-oh’—“
There was an earth-shattering fraaaapprattatatatatabrrrrpprrfpf, and Diamond’s anus expanded to previously untold circumferences. Hondo let out a shocked gasp as a torrent of shit flew from Diamond’s ass, coating the insides of the casket with a feces the consistency of soft-serve ice cream (ironically, Sweetie's favorite hardness of ice cream). The torrent lasted for only a few seconds before something white began to crown from Diamond’s ass. A small protrusion extended first, and then the tell-tail spherical shape. With a moan of utter ecstasy, Diamond forced Sweetie’s skull from her with an audible pop!, the skull shooting forward and clonking Hondo directly on the muzzle.
The force from the expulsion of the skull finally put Diamond over the edge; her vulva quivered and her clitoris winked violently as she experienced the most intense orgasm she’d had so far in her young life. Her urethra gaped wide as her lips parted, and a strong, solid jet of femmecum sprayed Hondo in the face. The unicorn sputtered and spat, little dribbles of blood from his crumpled muzzle mixing with the deluge of Diamond’s ejaculate. He lifted a single hoof to his soaked face, gently touched his battered snout, opening his mouth for a moment as if he were going to yell at Diamond. He, however, seemed to think better of it, and simply returned to his seat without saying anything.
“Can I go now?” Diamond panted, her cheeks hot and flushed, eyes crossed. She gave her rump one final wiggle, a long, drawn-out squeak of a fart escaping.
“Yes,” Hondo groaned. “Please do.”
Diamond sneered at him, the plump filly sauntering away from the casket, thick thighs slapping together as she went. She paused, however, when she passed by Scootaloo and Apple Bloom on her way out.
“What do you want?” Scootaloo said, her brow furrowing.
“Oh nothing,” Diamond said, a tiny rivulet of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she surveyed the two fillies. “Nothing at all.”