Problematic Pony Potties

by Aureum Imbrem

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2400

Ponies peeing where they shouldn't.

A series of vignettes of ponies peeing in unorthodox locations. Either because of a lack of proper toilets, or simply because they feel like it these ponies have made use of whatever happens to be nearby. Often times this creates problems for others since the mess is someone else's problem.

This is Purely for fetish value. Also, the ponies may have full bladders, but this is not a desperation/omorashi series. They are in full control of themselves.

Published 2017-11-13 19:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-18 04:20:50 UTC

Cloudy Skies

Cloudy Skies was a pegasus mare with blue coat and white mane. Her cutie mark was a white cloud partially obscuring the sun. She flying over the Everfree forest on her way to Cloudsdale only a few small clouds sharing the skies with her. The mare had already been traveling for several hours before this point and was now just soaring along looking for a convenient spot to rest. One of the cumulus clouds had drifted near her path and she angled herself to intercept it. Soon the cloud had a passenger lounging and watching the green stretch of the forest canopy below. Some birds could be seen moving from tree to tree but the land bound animals were hidden by the canopy. It didn't take long for her wings to rest enough for the next leg of her journey, but she still had one matter of business to take care of first.

Standing up on the cloud she half walked, half bounced to the center. Shifting her hind legs apart she took a slightly crouched stance. Her tail lifted up sharply in order to flip over and rest on her back exposing her rear. Visible between her haunches was a dark blue pucker and and tear drop shape with a slit down the middle. Now ready, she breathed a sigh of relief and the bottom of her slit parted in preparation. The next moment liquid began pooling at the edge of her rear lips ready to spill out. A few drops lead the charge and fell from her haunches to the cloud surface below leaving a faint yellow tint. Then a full stream was released lightly arcing out of her to impact the cloud while a hissing sound rose in volume. As the stream increased in pressure her vulva split open just enough to make out the small hole inside releasing a jet of yellow waters.

The pegasus had her eyes closed and head lifted enjoying the release of her burden. The cloud was now undeniably marked as hers as the storm of urine rained upon it. The waterfall between her haunches was clearly visible as it disappeared into the cloud surface a foot behind her. From that impact point a circle of yellow was expanding. Her pee infused the cloud and mixed with the water already in it. Eventually the yellow color made it to her hind hooves, then the bottom of the cloud, and finally her front hooves. Still leaking strongly the mare was now darkening the cloud beneath her. Not until it was ready to burst was the cloud given a reprieve. The stream slowed down and finally stopped prompting the relieved mare to give a firm shake of her rear. The last few drops were dislodged and rejoined their fellows so that the mare's tail could reclaim its spot without risk of wetting. She gently hopped off the cloud careful to not disrupt its new load as she resumed her flight.

She headed off into the distance toward her final destination, but not before flushing her impromptu toilet. A swift kick to the side and the cloud was releasing its new burden upon the forest below. Similar to the mare, the cloud started with a few yellow drops. Those few drops turned into an army of them as the cloud let loose and rained upon the canopy. The leaves were soon covered with a sheen of urine. Small streams from the leaves soon joined the drops as first the branches and then the ground were also stained. A manticore had been unlucky enough to choose this particular spot to nap and not happy to be awoken. He stood up to announce his displeasure with a roar, but the culprit was already out of ear shot. All the manticore could do was march away with piss dripping from his fur. The other manticores would never let him live it down if they found him covered in the scent of a pony.

Night Flight

Night Flight was sleeping with his most recent partner next to him. He was a deep blue coated pegasus stallion with a faded red mane and cutie mark of a wing silhouette in front of a full moon. The mare with him had a cream colored coat and brown mane, but he did not bother to remember her cutie mark. The evidence of last nights activities still stuck to the mares thighs, but the sun would not rise for at least another hour. A particular biological urge would not be ignored and Night woke up. The drinks he had before bed were done processing, and needed to be let out now. Reluctant to leave the comfortable confines of the bed, he racked his brain for a solution. Unfortunately for the mare his brain decided that helping her wash off would be perfect.

The only warnings of his imminent actions were the tip of his penis emerging from its sheath and the relieved smile on his face. The pair of ponies in bed had ended up sleeping only inches from each other both of them on their sides with bellies facing the other and rear legs stretched out to the end of the bed. The consequence of this was that the stallion's penis aimed directly at the mare's teats. The stream started suddenly jumping across the gap and impacting directly on the mares teat. The liquid impacted the pink nub and started sluicing through her coat. A wet pattering sound could be heard as the mares fur was being stained yellow. The fibers clumped together making winding paths for the liquid as her crotch was saturated. Not long after a swath was matted down and the urine was collecting on the sheets. A puddle formed along her belly as the mattress was subject to the same fate. In response to the the new sensations the mare rolled over onto her back revealing her coffee cup cutie mark. However the stream had not relented in the slightest and now there was a line piss running from her teats to her cutie mark and trailing back down to the bed.

The stain on the mattress was slowly growing and now spread under the mare and stretched to beneath her dock. Now the pissing pecker seemed to be blasting a hole in the coffee cup, and the smell of the pungent fluids was noticeable. The stallion only cared about the sense of relief he was feeling and his penis responded by inflating itself. The golden shower changed targets drawing a distinct line across the mare's side. It slowly hosed her down on its trail until her entire flank was dyed. The stream finally stopped moving when it reached her mane. Yellow pee flew from the hardened tip to land softly in the mares mane resting on the bed. The mane simply seeming to absorb it as the shower simply flew through her locks.

By the time his bladder was almost empty the mane had a puddle leaking out too. The stream lost power and traced one finally line along the bed as the stallion breath out a sigh. He was enraptured by the sheer debauchery of his actions and once his member was done he started stroking it. Only a few stroked later and he was spurting one more fluid onto the mare. Strings of semen decorated her mane and side with on energetic release reaching her cheek. Finally relieved fully the stallion layed back in bliss.

His high instantly faded when he realized what the mares reaction would be to finding herself made into an impromptu urinal. Being a coward he fled the mares home before she could awaken. Fortunately he forgot to retrieve his wallet.

Pegasus Problems

Before the founding of Equestria there existed a large cloud city, Pegasopolis the Capitol of the Pegasi. At this point in time none of the three pony tribes cared much for each other. When it came to building their city they needed a solution for handling bodily wastes. The one that they went with was the simplest, let it fall to the ground below. Combined with the fact that cloud cities do not stay in one spot created a roving hazard for the land bound creatures.

During the day individual stream could be seen falling from beneath the clouds. Some times the stream of urine would hit the ground as large drops that had formed during decent. The drops would hammer at the dirt forming a divot. It would fill up and loud splash could be heard as a new smelly pot hole was made. Other times a tree would be hit and the drops would bounce off the leaves creating a mist of piss. Eventually the leaf would rip and new one would be subject to the assault. Worst of all was when the city wandered over lakes. Tinkling pegasi would gradually fill the body of water until it was visibly yellow. It would often take weeks for the lake to return to anything remotely usable.

Most days there were only a few piss falls at any one time, but after large celebrations that changed. The amount of alcohol available went that the ponies were always filling their bladders and they were not shy with were they let it fly. Mares could be seen lined up along the edge of the clouds their rears facing outward. They would chat with each other while merrily pissing away. Multiple arcs spraying from behind them and soaking whatever was underneath. Drunk Stallions dotted the cities edge with a hind leg raised. Their dicks aimed into the air and sent there own regards to creatures below. Ponies could also be found redecorating the buildings with their piss as well. All those streams would flow down the walls and merge together in a sort of gutter system before flying over the edge. Anything unfortunate enough to be caught underneath those was subjected to a small waterfall. The pee would have so much force by then that it often force unlucky creatures to the ground. They would have to lay there as they were bathed in urine. It would pool beneath them and by the time the landing point moved enough to release the creature it was already soaked to the bone.

More than one town had to undergo this treatment. Since they could not move their town nor get the attention of the pegasi the ponies just had to deal with it. Manes would be drenched, and object ruined. The piss would rain down on books sometimes staining the pages yellow and blurring the ink. Food bins would have to be covered lest some pegasus urinated in them tainting the foodstuff. Clothes could not be hung to dry since the deluge would simply dampen them again. The land ponies would fantasize about returning the treatment to the Pegasopolians until the city moved on to its next victim.

Special Delivery

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.