Problematic Pony Potties

Unicornia was almost entirely inhabited by unicorns, but this day was an exception. A brown maned, and red coated earth pony mare had just finished negotiating over her delivery. Apple Cart was one of the delivery ponies that brought food to the unicorn cities. The unicorns certainly were not going to do it themselves. She had almost gotten all of the money she was owed, but she was told to be thankful for what pay she did get. She turned around to send a glare to the depot manager, but instead caught sight of an lone keg that gave her an idea. She had one more delivery to make, and the unicorns would actually pay in full for this one.

She checked her surroundings to make sure no one was around before trotting over to the keg. She rolled it down one of the aisles between the rows of stored items to escape any witnesses. Unsealing it she saw that it was only half full, perfect. One more check for ponies and she turned around to perch her crotch on the lid. Raising one hind leg to rest it on the pile next to her, she split her nether lips apart and prepared the way for her special delivery. Her pink inner walls were visible as well as a her pee hole as it began draining her bladder. At first a small stream trickled out running out the bottom of her vulva to dribble down the side of the barrel. Her tinkling would not stay that way for long.

Knowing she was low on time and full of piss she squeezed her stomach muscles and bore down on her bladder. Her stream expanded and splashed into the amber liquid already present for a second before settling on a point a fourth of the way down the opposite side of the barrel. It pattered hard against the wood, and she hoped the sound did not travel, but she was committed now. The pressure pushed the urine away from the point of impact and made a large vertical puddle that constantly fell down into the keg and darkening the wood while giving it a shiny finish. The liquid level was rising quickly and soon she was no longer soaking the side of the barrel, but taking her leak directly into the contents. The sound changed to a deep burbling as her torrent drilled into the liquid. Her toilet was nearly full by the time the cascade tapered off. The burbling decreased until it was just a few plops from the stragglers. She wiped her rear against the keg's lip to make sure that everything made it in. It would be unfortunate if the delivery were incomplete after all.

Still alone she took one more indulgence, and sniffed the keg to confirm the contents. Her nose was assaulted with the acrid smell of piss mixed with the light burn of alcohol fumes. The smell of just desserts in her opinion. Returning the lid to its position she resealed the keg. Instead of returning it to where she got it she rolled it to a nearby group of kegs it likely came from. It would be a shame if her fresh apple cider did not reach its destination. As she trotted back home she realized this was the first time that she ever felt like she actually had a fair trade.