Spike was curled up next to Twilight on the couch, relaxing with some late night television. Today was Twilight's 21st birthday and they were winding down after a party thrown by her friends. It had been one heck of a crazy party too, Spike had been surprised that the neighbors hadn't called in a noise complaint about them. Then again because he was a dog apparently his hearing was better than theirs. The party lasted until around ten at night with Sunset being the last one to leave.
Streamers and balloons were scattered around almost every room in the house, even in his dog bed. Spike never even saw anyone go into Twilight's bedroom during the party. Then again, Pinkie Pie did bring the decorations, so anything was possible.
Even with his help, Spike had no idea how they managed to eat all the Mexican food Pinkie had brought over for the party. A couple weeks ago, Twilight had discovered a new obsession for the stuff after finally getting over her fear of quesadillas. She had an almost constant craving for it. Even the chocolate cake Pinkie had baked for the special occasion was Mexican food themed. How she managed to make that combination work he had no idea and just chalked it up to her amazing baking skills.
Luckily for him the very same magic that had granted him the ability to talk also allowed him to eat most foods. Even chocolate was now perfectly harmless for him to digest. It was safe to say that anything the others didn't eat he gladly devoured. He had grown up a little bit over the years and reached up to his Twilight's knees.
They didn't drink anything alcoholic as Twilight had sworn off the stuff a few years back. When she was still in high school she and her friends had gone to a pretty big mansion party being hosted by one of the richer students in school. Spike hadn't been allowed to go due to the student's parents not allowing any pets but Twilight had certainly ranted to him all about it.
Apparently, after having a few too many drinks, a video found its way on the internet of Twilight and Sunset doing some rather...questionable things together while completely drunk. Thankfully, they had managed to track down the person responsible and got them to take it down though who knows if it still lingered somewhere online. Twilight and Sunset had been pretty awkward around each other for a good while but eventually decided to just forget about the incident entirely and put it behind them.
Spike steals his eyes from the old cheesy horror movie playing on tv to look up at Twilight. She wore some of her pinkish-purple pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with no bra underneath allowing her nipples to indent through. Her hair was up in its usual ponytail and her glasses were ever so slightly crooked on her nose. She seemed to finally notice his stare and looks down at him, giving him a loving smile.
"Did you have fun during the party?" She asks.
"Yea, it was great being able to hang out together and boy did those nachos really hit the spot." He says, tail wagging at the thought, making her laugh.
"Yup, sorry you weren't really able to play Twister with us though, you're not exactly big enough to reach between the spots." She says apologetically.
"Nah, its fine, plus it was pretty fun watching you guys play " He explains, giving her a wink and turning back to the tv.
He had watched eagerly from the couch as the seven girls climbed and crawled all over the matt, getting into quite a few awkward and suggestive positions. At one point Rarity had her face almost touching Fluttershy's butt. During Fluttershy's next turn she had a sudden cramp, forcing a long dry fart. Fluttershy had blushed profusely and apologized but the action didn't seem to bother Rarity much at all. If anything she seemed to enjoy it. Not long after, the others too began having more an more frequent 'random cramps' though it wasnt too hard to tell that most weren't exactly random or even cramps. One such 'cramp' from Rarity forced her to stand up, losing the game, and make a quick visit to the bathroom, likely having accidentally let out a little bit more than just a fart that time.
*Grumble* *Pfwwwft*
Spike turned to Twilight who adjusted in her seat, a light blush on her face.
"I-i think I know how I can make it up to you though." She stutters, face reddening.
She suddenly reaches down and, while lifting herself off the couch momentarily, slowly pulls down her pajamas to her mid-thigh. As she sits back down she leans onto her side, her pantyless privates, now exposed to him to see.
*Pwwwfftpt* A louder fart squeezes from her puckered anus, the smell of it washing over him. He could feel his member beginning to emerge from his sheath as he began to grow excited.
"Mnf" She moans as she spots his rapidly hardening shaft. "Do you have anything to let out too?" Twilight asks, with lidded bedroom eyes.
Tail wagging excitedly, Spike returns with his own attempt at a seductive look and turns to face away from her, lifting his tail.
*Pwwwwft* A long airy fart escapes from him.
She reaches a hand down and begins to caress and rub her outer lips as she watches, her other hand traveling up under her shirt and groping one of her breasts.
Feeling a different kind of pressure knocking on his back door Spike squats down on the couch in front of her, his face twisting as he begins to push.
Twilight quickly, drives a finger deep into herself, her breathing quickly becoming more uneven. Spike feels his anus begin to expand, and a small brown log slowly emerges. Twilight moans at the sight as his log curls down before finally breaking off and coming to a rest in a pile on the couch cushions. He pants from the exertion and pushing again, a second log slipping quickly out of him, creating a small pile underneath him.
He feels great relief and lets out one last fart. Twilight is rapidly thrusting her fingers deep into her wet sex, her breathing quick.
*Pfwrprrtpt* A slightly wet fart suddenly bursts from her anus, a spec of brown now on her trembling hole. Spike's rigid member throbs at the sight and what was sure to come next.
"H-here it comes Spike, come here" She grunts, beckoning him forwards. As he approaches, never taking his eyes from her anus, she takes her hand her chest and takes hold of his length. With slowly accelerating motion she begins to stroke it up and down, paying special attention to a quickly building knot at the base of his shaft.
*Pfrprort—* Another very wet fart is abruptly interrupted by the solid brown head of a turd peeking from her hole.
Spike begins instinctively thrusting his hips forward into her hand, his tongue hanging from his muzzle as he pants. Twilight grunts again, pushing harder, and now plunging two whole fingers into her soaked and dripping pussy. Her anus slowly expands, just the bumpy head of a truley massive turd turtleheading out.
The crown of the log is finally able to squeeze past her anus ring, the rest of the log quickly slithering out through her cheeks. It coilings between her cheeks and the couch cushion, smearing them both with brown.
"Ohh~" She moans, louder this time, quickening her stroking and thrusts.
Other than it's initially bumpy and hard head the rest of the log is smooth and lightly crackles as it slides effortlessly out of her. It eventually begins to taper before finally falling free from her anus with a satisfying *plorp*.
With one last thrust Twilight jams three fingers deep into her pussy, her legs shaking, as one final wet fart is squeezed from her filthy hole.
Unable to hold back any longer Spike thrusts his length forwards in Twilights frim grip, his cum spewing from its tip and coating her hand and butt with his white spunk. The two go limp, bathing in the haze of the orgasmic afterglow.
"I love you, Spike," Twilight sighs, licking a bit of his white goo from her hand.
"I love you too Twilight"
'I am such a lucky dog...'
