Waste on Stage [Disposal]
Waste on Stage
Written by Septia.
-Ghrlblroogh- “My, did everypony hear that?” Rarity said as she peaked through the curtains of the stage. “Your tummy is yearning for a snack, but you are in your last pair of decent attire? Then, let me introduce you to the newest collection, a la Rarity.” With this the mare took position and let the drapes part, revealing her elegant, slim dress, with light frills at the end of each hoof.
“E-sopha, designed for those who occasionally partake in grand meals, but prefer to have their dress not to rip to shreds.”
She strode out onto the scene as 'Ooos' soared through the audience.
“Form fitting, but expandable, a marriage of elegance and practicality.” Out on the catwalk Rarity trotted and showed off the her design.
“Fume filter, in-stitched corset, rear zip and fabric to support any bulk a hungry pony would undertake.” Rarity was panting nervously in her mind, but so far she was holding up well.
“And now, we require a volunteer,” she peered around and then smiled, “ah yes you, behind the stage, take a bow.”
A pale salmon hued mare looked surprised before wandering out to join the star, somewhat nervous but smiling all the while they adjusted her glasses.
“All who is present, note the volume of the pony in question, a sizeable meal, but nothing the E-Sopha can't handle.”
Optica chuckled with a certain nervousity in their get up. “Oh. Well, I am a mouthful at least, right?”
“Pssh, nonsense dear, you will go down just fine,” Rarity proclaimed as they levitated the mare up into the air breathing out warmly as they let their jaw hang open.
-Spllsh- a light slosh could be heard as the hooves slipped into the maw, rarity closing her mouth around the legs of her showcase snack and swallowing -Gllgnkl- to send the meat into their throat. -Gllrrk- -Ompgh- The more she swallowed, the further the bulges on her cheeks and extended. At her throat an oval dome inflated all as she chucked down the mare, who squirmed in the air. Rarity gestured to her throat as her lips clasped up the volunteer's thighs, cupping the bloat and rubbing against the textured fabric which held shape, moulding close enough for the contours of the mare's legs to be visible. -Ooumpgh- -Sllurth- The meal descended down the maw, rarity's lips dripping with moisture as she suckled and guzzled down Optica's rear and chest.
Rarity's gut had laid still all the way until she had the pony's head suspended in her maw, letting them worm and wiggle as she caressed the bumps of their body down to their belly. Protrusions defined the meal's body in her throat, its motions and wiggles, draining downwards, but her abdomen remained flat. She turned to the audience, she swallowed. -Ghllomp- and glugged so her throat contracted over their head, sending them down with her maw still open, until all that remained was a tube of flesh clenching over where Optica's head had been.
“Mmaa.” -Oouurrallp- “Aha, my apologies,” Rarity bowed after her belch, to the enjoyment of the onlookers. “as you can -Hoouralp- aha, see, the corset restricts the meals movements.”
“Mwfrglb Wmmfr.” Could be heard from the gut, as it laid a bit perky, but only enough for big snack, not a whole other pony.
“Models with insulated fabric are available, but I prefer to hear my kind volunteer, doing well in there?” -Bowombf- she asked and patted her gut, which reverberated like a it was stuffed with compressed air.
“Mngh, snugly and t-tight in here, suppose to be this way, right?”
“Marvellous to hear,” Rarity stated and bowed, while her stomach wobbled and the garment rippled over it from the suppressed shifts of the meal inside.
“For my personal favourite of the E-Sopha's features, we will have to let out meal process,” -Bhrgll-Ghhrllgsh- The Fashionista's gullet trembled.
"Mmwf eahp.,” came squeaking out from the gut in a cooing tune. -Ghrllgoshp- The gut shrank back into shape, now noticeable with the sudden shift, but after rarity turned around it was as if the stage-hoof was never with them.
“Pay close attention to my hinds, I knew you already were,” she teased as her cheeks was put in spotlight. -Ghrnnrk- A swelling grind of expansion vibrated the rump, as the buttocks quivered. Fabric stretched as the rump inflated, bulging out with a new layer of padding, until her rear bounced under the garment and wobbled with what looked like a kilo of extra chub.
“Without even straining, the fabric fits as snuggly as a mother's hug,” Rarity announced, showing off the pudge her assistance had been reduced to.
-Frff- Rarity chuckled as she swayed her rear. “Did you hear that one?”
A murmmur spread through eh crowd.
“How about, this?” -Brrrroooftth- A plume of green gas siphoned through the pale felt, curling and evaporating into the air as the rumble of the rear gust still had the cheeks quaking.
“Rear exhaust filtration and dampening, as required, and preferred,” Rarity instructed as she showed the elegant straps on the side of the garment to adjust how much wind one wanted to reek. “For those times when you prefer your meals do not make much noise,” -Frft- a smothered huff of gas burrowed through the texture as she spoke. “Or when you are alone,” -Bruurlltth- She showcased once more with the stench of a botched tulip and mushroom stew spread its tangs of earth and lard out with the rump smog.
~ 1 ~
-Pfhorllth- -Bhrllogrh- Shivers played along Rarity's spine like a xylophone, fumes seeped through the fabric unfiltered, carrying a stench of hot pony chilli.
“Ahah, my apologies, it seems our volunteer desires a piece of the spotlight,” she said first shimmying to the side, the cones following her motions despite her subtle moves to cut the showcase short. -Gbhrllgt-. Well at the edge of the stage, she wrapped a hoof around her gut and huffed.
“Oof. Ah, but of course I desire to give you proof of this demo,” the mare huffed and unzipped the rear hatch of her garment, “an applaud for our mmfg... ehe, volunteer once more?”
-Phbrlrlth- without the fabric, a flood of gas hurled from the posterior, lingering in the air as a burgundy smokescreen – carrying the scent of wilted petals and seared ham.
Mmfg.. you simply must forgive them, anypony up here would have some stage mmng, fright,” the fashionista stated in a tone to mask the plea in her voice and beads of sweat dotting her forehead as her chute jiggled around the oncoming mound of former stage-hoof.
-Klrrsiifth- Crackling of mud grinding joined with smattering of flesh to dung as the grey pit of skin engorged and quivered over the slab of gut fudge peering out from the ends of Rarity's body. -Shhrlg...- Her pucker dragged over the jumbled clutter of hazel tinted globules and smacked back every time it got loose from a crevice in the gunk–..thhch-. Pillars of light illuminated the mounds, light seeped deep into the furrows and cracks in the texture of clotted gruel, contrasts sharpened so that every fracture of the bundle darkened to blacks, as if every globule of muck hung suspended, separated in the air. -Phbrrlllfth- A gust of flatulence dampened the air around the mound, leaving specks of wetness sticking to the mulch and letting it glisten in the path of the sage lamps, resembling a vein of copper ore blooming from the mare's behind , reaching towards the stage.
“Mmfaa.. There we... go,” -Psllrth- Rarity narrated as she dumped off the length, its consistency clumping together into that of cement once it reached the ground. -Blmdf- The mare had been processed with speed in mind, leaving the chunks of manure ill bent on staying form once they escaped the constant pressure of Rarity's showmanship – as well as her rump. As the next loaf billowed through the rubbery rim it would curl and clump up into a pile that resembled what a soft serve machine would dispense during an earthquake.
-Pbhrbrlrbff- smog puttered through the rim, leaving the frills flapping whilst Rarity bricked out the sludge, her expression strained to remained respectful as her flank bloated with lady fudge.
-Sldsgh- The pile behind her rose only to slump back down under its own weight as dollops and loafs of mulch slapped into tis sides. Hues of brown melting together to a mound, -Plffhruth- with a vertebrae joining the stew now and then, to be promptly submerged by coils of bile or even sink into the embrace of raw umber.
“Mm, we have to save on oomf dear... for the demonstration, but with the E-sopha line you can enjoy letting your meals brew as long as mmpf, please,” she shuddered at the last work and brushed over her belly, her cobbled slabs of filth shifting with every drop to a paste winding through her rear like cream from a spritzer nozzle.
-Spfbh- Coils of chocolate gelato bundled over the heap which seeped towards the edge of the stage. As the pillars of cocoa folder and smushed into the mound, dunes begun to form along the sides of the mountain, pudgy brown love-handles slumping down the heap and smushing down at the food of the pile. Droves of gut dirt formed and bulging out from the weight of filth stacking over the mud-castle. -Pwolp- popped bubbles across the tar Rarity dispensed, the substance's heat escaping through every pock and nook, oozing out in puffs of smog, forming smokestacks from the hill and rump alike.
“It sure would get inconvenient if the zipper didn't extend to the private parts on all models,” said rarity in confidence, making a mental note to adjust the rest of the collection as she let her marehood peak out behind the gunk flow.
-Flrsssh- A beam of golden nectar splattered onto the mound, steam rose from the hole her urine dug into the pile. Streams of piss forged rives into the mound, unearthing the furrows which the mulch had melded to accentuate the heap in liquid which twinkled like star shine from the marvelled heap of bowel sewage. -Spluftg- Hunks of molten butt copper smeared and slopped down the sides of the heap along with the rivers, shaping a landscape of the former volunteer that kept being terraformed and sculpted by more earth and water blending and flowing into the mixture. Hunks of knee bones were washed out as sour streams clad the bale of manure.
~ 2 ~
“Mmnfrg, ghnr. Easy as... that,” Rarity huffed out as she struggled with a blockage, hunks of pelvis and mandible compressed in the bloat of filth jamming up her bowel. -Pfhgrgrtlh- -Shffllfrp- Her rectum contracted, then inflated over the hunk of baked butt fudge, allowing the orb of dung to topple into the heap. -Glrsldgp- and submerge in the top, giving the heap a look of a volcano, still with lovehandles of muddy magma sloughing down the sides. -Phrllth- -Sllhgthff- And with a puff of well baked butt smog, a pair of glasses tumbled through the rump. -Spllrth- landing to adorn the pile, staying with their owner, despite their usefulness being debatable when the pink mare had been reduced to a cluster of colon cement.
“Pheew, aah, thank you dear, despite going right through me, you were not much of a bother to release,” she whipped up her tail and strapped up the suit.
Applause showered the mare, who bowed and gave thanks whilst backing, and letting the curtains close.
-Brffth- Rarity waved away the stench. “My sincerest gratitude... ah... whoever you were now again,” -Grhbrllghs- her stomach rumbled with the last of the stage-hoof, to which Rarity gave a satisfied bap.
“But what is in a name, when you have become a star on stage,” she gave her plumped bottom a peak, “even if you were quick to fall.”
