Heiny Handlders
Written by Septia.
-Ghbrllghs- With a growl orbiting through their bowels the mare felt as though she could not have entered the outhouse soon enough. -Phirrff- A tendril of steam peaked through her rear curtain before she had even folded up the seat.
“Ooo, mmg… i-is it too cramped? I am sorry.” -Bhrllogrrl- the stomach's response reverberated through her spine as the mare huffed and groaned on the seat.
“Mmnnfg... Hnnggh...” -Phirrrlth- Wisps of dry leaks pried through, condensing to clouds of flatulence rising around the cusp of her rear.
“Hmrngh...” P-please i-if you don't mnf, could you just help out I-I'd really mmff appreciate it,” she huffed under her breath, hooves crossed over her lap and rear scooching this way and that. -Pfhhrtl- Though all that left was a mist reeking of hay marinated in a bog.
“Excuse us, miss, you look like you could use some help.”
The mare jumped on the seat, -Bwoommf- making her rear jiggle as it smacked down.
“W-hwaho?” her eyes darted until they landed on the toilet paper – or rather the collection of ponies next to It, half as tall as the roll.
“Some help from... the Constipation Crew,” the middle pony exclaimed and waved their hooves in the air.
“'Ang on, thought we were the Bowel Busters,” one holding a cleaning instrument piped in.
“We did agree on Blockage Brigade, Sienna,” a third interjected.
“Ooo, Declog Divers, can we be the Declog Divers?”
The first pony – named Sienna – held her hooves over the other three's muzzles.
“Do excuse my... Crew.”
Yellow cheek's were patched with fluster as she saw she wasn't alone, cowering up on the seat. “I-I am s-so.” -Phbrrrth- iiph... s-so sorry.”
“That's fine, miss,” one holding a mop assured, “our job's to assist ponyfolk with your issues.”
“Yeh we are experts, so let us at that troubled spot and you'll be done before you can say 'Declog divers'.”
“Constipation crew,” Sienna corrected.
~ 1 ~
Why did they have to look so happy and eager? Thought Fluttershy where she sat, tilted with her bottom resting on the edge of the seat for the crew to reach the jammed hatch.
“J-just promise t-to be carefu-.” Phfbbrrth- a wave of colon exhaust flooded the team with tart, itchy stench. Flutterhy's embarrassment blossomed and her whole body trembled as she saw the green puff well out over them. “I-I am sorry.”
"Pehew. That reeks, masks on.”
The geared up Sienna patted the mare's cheek, “We'll get to the bottom of this issue, ma'm.”
-Phrllrgsh- with the noise of a strained rubber strap the rim expanded around the embarking crewmember. Residue of moisture from the internal turbulence lubricated the ring of flesh, allowing the cleaner to cram their head into the pit.
“Mmg...” -Pfhhrrt- “A-ah I m s-sorry,” Fluttershy pleaded as the nervousness barreled out in the forms of butt brewed steam.
-Shrllotp- The crew hoisted up Sienna through the pucker, as gas broadened the rim it would not restrict as much as bulge and grace over the mare's form, undulating against their coat before they crammed inside with a -Klrfssh-.
“I am in!”
Cheers erupted from the team as the ochre pit of flesh slurped over the little mare's hooves and sealed her into the bottom. -Spllfrsh- Another prying the brim open to dive into the tunnels, -Shrllfs- colon fluids smearing against them while they crammed through twitching meat. The pucker pressing into them and engorging along the outline of their torso, squeezing over the hind and pinning their legs for it to retract and shove them inside.
“Mmfrf. G-gentle i-if -you can, t-thank you, please,” Fluttershy mumbled as the gang thrust into her bloated bowels.
~ 2 ~
”Think I see the issue. Po, big Spoon.”
“Got cha,” the stallion wormed his way next to Sienna in the bowels, trudging through the grooves of the humid surroundings and reaching up to prod with 'the big spoon' instrument.
-Pluggrth- Umber exterior bent like mud at the prods. Above them loomed a blockage, its size making room for them to lie next to each other in a circle around the bowel wall. -Ghhrlft-.
“Oh oo, is that a femur? We got a femur!” the eager one burst out.
“Dear, that is a Phalandes bone,” said the proper Faht and dug away with 'the small spoon' tool.
“Third, second or first Phalandes?” Sienna wondered.
“Third, as per usual.”
“Right, Dud you have the mop?”
“Aha, always and yes,” Dud dunked the mop past the x-slot hole in the bucket of lubricant Sienna held, then whistled as she swabbed along the edges of the clog.
-Pbhrrffft- -Pffrrht- As bouts of exhaust stormed past them the team kept up their work, despite their subject rattling and quivering outside. Their breaths tired with lungs filling in wafts of vinegar and smoked met exuding from the mound ahead.
“It is.. near, it is...,” Faht mumbled as she fiddled with the hunk of skeletal matter.
-Pluurrghst- The pop curved their lips to smiles. -Plthlgh- Though with the Phaland out of the way, an opening in the mulch had been made, and it rammed towards them.
-Bhrllooofrrth- “Mmnnriiight” Fluttershy whimpered as fumes erupted and snaked their way in coils through the air with the stench of grass, her rump parting at the bulk framed in her tush.
Four tails fluttered by, jutting out from the bundle of bowel chocolate trudging through the strained rim. It thrust out with a grind of humidity -Frrlllslg- sprinkling lube and rump grease from its surface. Crevices trailed through the exterior of the heap, patterns sprouted to separate the chunks of manure from when they had been clobbered together by the bowels. A stained tip of what could be a femur poked through the compacted bile, cracks breaking up the structure of colon fudge surrounding its crater. -Phrrrrrffth- Streams of vapor accompanied the stretch of filth as it curled out from the brim, an air of peppered earth and congested catacombs polluting the outhouse.
All as Fluttershy couldn't move from leaning against the wall, seeing the arch of manure billow through her pucker and bending down into the dusk below.
“Mmnfg. Mms s-sorry I-I di-didn't meanmmf...” She pleaded and apologised – with a moan sprinkled in here and there – as her brim swelled to accommodate the sludge hauling through her bottom.
-Shhfrllgt- Her pucker contained the loaf to the best of its abilities, yet bumps and crags littered the length which had the flesh bend over hills of dung, moulded into the furrows between stretches of slop that laid undisturbed like the surface of a lake. -Sppgrth- Sections of the dump – framed by the crackled patterns of grooves – looked as if they were clad and packaged in a layer of plastic. The auburn sludge welled from the caress of the pucker to flaunt its surface of lissom clay, laced in a peel of fluids to leave it gleaming, and reflecting the sunlight which beamed in through the hollow in the door.
-Phbrrllfth- Yet, with a blast of gas the surface rippled. Fog billowed to wash the mulch and jostling its surface, shaking the grime to showcase the texture of dirt beneath. Specks of beige dung, of which the hue bled into the enveloped umber, speckled the heap as it snaked and burrowed its way out the sideways resting cheeks. -Ghhrlftth- Further disturbances through the coil squeezed past the rump, vertebraes, bumps and hunks of a skeleton laid buried within. -Ghrt- Sometimes polished by the rim gliding across it when it vacated the bowels and joined the pillar of compost reaching towards the heaps on the bottom.
“Mnnffii.” Fluttershy huffed out and flapped her wings as she gathered enough strength to contract the end of her large intestine -Flrlrtch-. Margarine hue'd flesh sunk through the clog of lard like a butter-knife, snapping off the hunk to plummet into the darkness. -Pbdlggsftd- The smack from below echoed, putty colliding with clay and folding together into a ribbon of muck.
“Phha. Hoo... oh my, mmf... s-see i-it isn't so bad. Mffmf, sorry,” Fluttershy huffed, massaging her stomach while her rear convulsed. Her rim splayed open for a bloat of dung to snuggle out of.
The mare's cheeks retained their hue matching her mane as the butt brew protruded out her rump. -Spllddthf- bales of the congested gruel slapping into the heat below, stench of fried hay and vinegar mingling with the bitter atmosphere which had been given ample time to mature and coagulate in the outhouse, getting a whiff of the cocktail of odour she contributed to painted the mare's whole muzzle in blush, to the point she whimpered and held over her face as her curved bottom -Phrrllooth- unloaded the cargo of fat mare mulch, thoughts of cement-mixers plagued and taunted the mare as the globs of molten sludge oozed through her rim.
“Oo-oo, j-just easy now, e-easy,” Fluttershy tried to calm herself as her marehood twitched. With a following sigh she felt her pelvis relax, and ass she eased the flow of mulch she opened the sluise for her crotch.
-Frllssshs- Splashes of shimmering nectar soared down through the dark pit, colliding with the columns of dung distending from the rear and forming canals along the deep brown fudge. Streaks of lemonade dousing the mare chocolate, chunks slopping off and -Spllth- over the pile below as they mixed with enough fluids.
Deep down the aged fertilizer was stirred up and mixed with fresh urine, the pungent scent of ammonia soaking through the mounds and blended together into a lose porrige of dung. -Sprlshsh- Splatters of piss trickling down the heaps as warmth oozed out in plumes of steam from the moulding sludge.
-Sllpach- Globules collected and compacted in the mountain of dung below, crackled patterns smoothing out as the surface sprawled and melted – the taut concoction smudging together In a swirl of heated bowel wax, surfaces melding so the dollops of gunk could barely be distinguished as their own. The more which dropped, the fewer lengths could be seen, all forging together into one glob of gunk, reeking of heat and merging with weeks worth of manure.
-Phrllooorfth- “Oo... phew...” Fluttershy squeaked, slumped against the wall with her rim undulating, clearing out the dirt stuck to the bud with a few sweeps of fog.
“T-thank you, s-so much, I don't know what I wo-would have done without you,” she assured and grabbed some toiletpaper. Her hoof ventured down the valley of her rear, brushing up specks of flank lard, on the way down the crack until she reached the pucker. -Sphrlltg- The sloppy remnants of the clog smushed onto the paper, and the mare quivered as she felt the last chunks stick to the paper. -Frllrtkt- “Mm? Wh-w... O-os s-sorry I thought you w-were all out,” the mare apologised and tugged on the chunk through the paper, grunting and wedging the blockage until... -Splurugth- “Mmo...,” Fluttershy huffed, seeing a chunk of Phalandes bone tumbling down. “S-sorry...,” she huffed with a blush on her cheeks as she wiped her tush clean, dropping the smudged paper down the hole.
~ 3 ~
-Spllrgh- the mound of dung shifted as a bulb swelled and broke like a mass of wet sand -Gllrshgd-.
“And that is another mission fulfilled for, the Constipation crew!” Sienna proclaimed as she crawled out the filth, caked in brown.
One after another helped drag each other free, until Po clambered out with a scoff.
“Plugh, haf to tell em to wait til we're done.” Then a crumpled square of white paper floated down on top of them. -Sllphfth-.
“Mmfwf. Mmgrgem,” grunts and complains could be heard muffled behind clumps of filth and paper as Po wriggled and flailed beneath it.
Yet, at the tight the rest of the crew joined in a chuckle, relieved to have been an aid to such a pleasant pony's posterior.
