Author's Note

I have been pretty busy with college projects so this one was a bit delayed after the last two additions. Still, hope you all enjoy!

[Pony, Pear Butter] One Desperate Pear

Pear Butter hummed contently as she trotted down the last few wooden steps from the second floor, entering into a quiet little kitchen. Golden beams of early morning sunshine were streaming in through the windows as the mare calmly surveyed the tidy room.

Even now, she could still hear the farm rooster calling out from atop his favorite perch on a fencepost outside, having already woken her up with one of it's earlier attempts.

'Better get breakfast started I suppose.' She thought, yawning as she let her mind wander while she gathered what she'd need from various kitchen cabinets.

Hunching down over her front hooves in order to reach some of the ingredients further back, Pear's flanks hung up in the air, leaving her messy orange tail to lay limply down over one side. A pair of frilly cream-colored panties hugged her plump posterior snugly, a small hole near the top allowing for the dock of her tail to slip through.

Though only visible as a pair of small bulges in the otherwise smooth fabric bridging her cheeks, the characteristic shapes of both her marehood and anus were easily distinguishable. The relatively thin cotton did very little to hide her privates. Normally she wouldn't dare wear something so revealing around the house. The last thing she needed was an earful from her mother.

But that wasn't something she needed to be worried about today. With both her mother and little Applejack off on a trip to Manehattan to visit family for the weekend, she was free to wear whatever she pleased around the house. And though her husband was still around, she highly doubted that he'd mind the view her underwear offered. Granted, it wasn't like he hadn't seen what lay hidden underneath them before, though a little fabric could certainly spice things up a little~.

With everything she'd to make breakfast fetched from various kitchen cabinets, Pear switched on the stove, organizing her ingredients on the counter as she prepared a traditional Apple Family breakfast. A heaping stack of puffy pancakes, all doused with lots and lots of sweet and gooey syrup. Just the thought of it all was making her mouth water...

As Pear deposited the third pancake onto an ever-growing stack, her right ear quirked as she picked up the sounds of heavy hoofsteps descending the stairs behind her.

"Mhm, mornin honey." A groggy Bright Mac mumbled as he entered the kitchen, no doubt having just woken up due to the same rooster's insistent crowing.

"Good morning, sleepyhead~." She giggled. "It's hard to believe you're up already after how late we were finished last night."

Bright Mac chuckled, turning to take a seat at the dining table. Sighing as he lowered himself into a chair, he smiled upon seeing his beautiful wife standing in front of the stove, slowly swaying her alluring hips side-to-side as she hummed a little tune. She glanced back at him after a few moments, her lidded eyes making it clear that she was well aware of where his eyes were lingering.

Noticing her amused stare, he stuck out his tongue at her in a playful manner, prompting her to giggle again as she turned back to the stove. She loved to tease him every now and then~.

But then, just as Pear leaned over to add a fourth pancake to the plate on the counter, she suddenly went still. The pancake slowly slid off the slick pan as she held it at a slight angle until it eventually flopped off and onto the stack. Her one free hoof had shot down and was being held against her slightly bloated belly. Her body responded with a mighty rumble, though this tremor had little do with hunger.

"Ough~" She winced, biting her bottom lip as she resumed making breakfast, albiet at a somewhat slower pace now.

"How're you holdin up this morning, hun?" She heard Bright Mac ask, causing her to blush as she recognized the knowing tone that saturating his voice. He must have noticed that something was up.

"I-im okay." She replied, a shiver running down her spine as she felt an immense weight impatiently waiting just behind her now clenched ponut. It seemed like her movements had awoken something.

This was the third day in a row where she hadn't taken time to relieve her bowels, and each day it was getting harder and harder to ignore the ever-growing pressure that constantly pushed and prodded at her back door.

"This is the last day before your mother and our daughter get home. You really think you can hold it until then~?." Her husband asked, watching with a grin as his wife's ponut visibly quivered through the fabric of her panties.

"Mnf... hm... yes." Pear eventually replied, having just fought off her body's latest attempt to force the waste out of her on its own. It had taken much more effort to do than yesterday.

She glanced over at the increasingly tall pile of pancakes she was making for the two of them and grimaced. She knew this meal would only end up make things even more difficult...

Hearing the fridge being opened, she looked up to find her husband taking out a jug of orange juice before reaching up into a cabinet for a couple of glasses. Knowing he had her attention, he smirked as he opened the jug and carefully tilted it down into one of the cups. Yellow-orange juice began to slowly trickle out over the rim, eventually turning into a full waterfall-like stream that rapidly filled the glass with cool liquid.

Almost transfixed by the sight, Pear stifled a gasp as her hind legs were suddenly forced together. She winced as the other pressure that had been plaguing her for the past couple days suddenly resurfaced. Her bladder felt like it was practically burning from desperation as she struggled to hold the tide at bay.

"Mnf~!" She grunted, trying her best to stay focused on making breakfast as Bright then poured the other glass.

"Gotta stay hydrated for all our chores today, right honey?" He said, placing both glasses down on the table.

"M-mhm" She quickly nodded, rear legs squirming as she fought to prevent any leaks.

Eventually, she was able to push back, the pressure temporarily subsiding and allowing her time to relax a little. With a relieved sigh, she cast the last pancake high into the air, watching it tumble end-over-end. At the same time, she unconsciously relaxed a little too much.

*PRRRAAAAPT!*

A loud fart suddenly squeezed through her anus just as the flying pancake landed perfectly atop the stack with a satisfying *Plap!*. Bright Mac looked up to find his wife's face practically glowing from the unexpected expulsion. Meeting her gaze as she glanced tentatively back at him, she held a hoof over her mouth.

"Goodness me~. I guess I didn't feel that one coming in time~." She laughed, trying to play it off as casually as possible. "It's a good thing nothing else came out though, right?" She continued a bit shakily, quickly re-clenching her anus in order to prevent such a thing from actually happening.

Grabbing the plate from the counter and turning off the stove, she placed the doughy breakfast meal in the center of the kitchen table. Though she was hungry herself, whenever she looked at the stack, her stomach reminded her of how 'full' she really was right now. She watched as her husband picked up only two pancakes off the top, forking them over to his plate as he began to eat. Pear gulped nervously as she sat down, forking the rest of the pile for herself.

"Make sure you eat it all, dear. You'll need the energy while we're bucking out in the fields today." Bright was quick to remind her.

"R-right..."

"I think I'll handle the east orchard today. Think you can handle the west by yourself?" He then asked with a sly grin, taking a big bite out of one of his pancakes.

"Y-yea, of course, hah." She laughed, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. She was well aware that the western orchard was the only one that lacked an outhouse anywhere in or around it. Something he likely knew just as well...

Pear Butter gulped as she stared up at the now intimidating trunk of an apple tree standing before her. Two large woven baskets sat around the base, waiting to catch the juicy red apples that she was supposed to kick down. Normally it would be a simple task, but she was a bit preoccupied at the moment as most of her attention was being used to keep her bladder and bowels under control.

Unaware of her plight, birds continued to chirp and flutter peacefully up above as a light breeze wafted through the many apple trees filling in the western apple orchard. She'd normally feel at peace working alone out here, but unfortunately her near to bursting bladder and the immense pressure bearing down on her puckered ponut were somewhat dampening her enjoyment.

Not to mention, the very filling breakfast and the full glass of orange juice she'd had wasn't helping. Afterward, she and her husband quickly got to work, splitting up in order to cover more ground. She'd already been forced to stop multiple times on her way over, pausing to squirm and grit her teeth as she battled wave after wave of intense pressure that continued to slowly weaken her resolve. Before today, she'd been able to keep a fairly firm lid on her body's increasingly urgent needs, but now she was truly reaching her limit.

"C-come on, you can do this. Just one more day." She grunted to herself, gulping hard as she dreaded having to deliver so many forceful kicks. Just separating her back legs could trigger another pang of urgency from her bladder. If she weren't careful, any one of them could break her hold and spell disaster.

Turning around slowly, she carefully pulled her tensed back legs apart, widening her stance in preparation for delivering a kick. Though she'd been able to hold back the worst of it for the moment, the intense pressure from her bladder was very much still there. It felt like a literal ocean was trapped inside her.

As she slowly lifted one leg up off the ground, the urge to go intensified, forcing her to wince and scowl as she tried to resist her bladder's demands. Realizing that she wasn't going to get any better by staying in her current position, she quickly thrust her one raised leg back, the powerful muscles it possessed tensing up as her hoof slammed into the tree with a definitive *THUNK!*.

"Ah~!" She gasped sharply, feeling a small squirt of urine squeeze through her defenses from the sudden exertion while several apples fell down around her. She could feel the hot liquid quickly soak into her panties, forming a small wet spot over her vulva.

Thankfully, most of the apples had landed in the baskets she pre-placed, however, she'd need to bend down to pick a few of them off the ground. With her hind legs firmly huddled together, she waddled over to them each and began bending down to pick them up, one by one. Provoked by her movement, her bowels decided that it was their turn to make an escape attempt of their own. Pear froze as she felt her anus being painfully spread apart by the large mass within her rectum.

"Mrnf!" She grunted, clenching down as hard as she could while her teeth sunk down into the juicy apples in her mouth.

*Pwwrrftp!*

Despite her efforts, a quick whisper of gas was able to squeeze through the now shrinking hole, filling her panties with a gust of warm smelly air that caused her to blush. She stifled a moan as she even this tiny amount of release sent shockingly powerful waves of relief through her. It was so tempting to just let go.

Opening her squinted eyes, she looked up at all the trees around her. A sense of dread was taking root as she realized just how many more times she'd have to do this...

Unannounced to the desperate mare, a certain stallion lay huddled not too far away, watching her eagerly from the bushes. He grinned as he watched the love of his life bracing herself up against the trunk of a tree, desperately clutching her belly as her raised tail signalled her need.

She wouldn't make it until the end of the day, and she had to know it. As she went from tree to tree, every kick caused the wet spot overtop her marehood to get bigger, little by little, until eventually, small glistening spurts of golden liquid began trickling down the inside of her back legs.

Beneath his barrel, Bright Mac could feel his rock hard shaft hanging from his crotch as he watched her, throbbing whenever a particularly loud fart pushed through her ponut. The little gas leaks were happening more and more frequently as time went by, also getting wetter and dirtier with each kick she delivered.

But as much as he wanted to stroke himself to the finish just from that alone, he was waiting eagerly for the main event. Granted, she was lasting much longer than he had originally expected, having already finished with ten different trees at this point. But then he noticed something change as she approached the eleventh.

The size of the small bulge being made her puffy ponut had grown in size. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. The head of a dense solid log was peeking out through her anus, and based on how tightly her legs were wound around each other, it had to be on the verge of coming out.

Pear audibly groaned as she strained to regain her hold around her anus while she slowly lifted her leg up again. But then, as if working together, her bladder used this opportunity to make a sudden push of its own. This unexpected pressure proved to be the final straw for the mare as, much to her horror, the wet circle in her panties suddenly darkened before starting to grow at a rapid rate.

"N-no! A-ah~!" She gasped, quickly crossing her back legs again as urine began cascading down her back legs as hot piss flooded into her panties. But it was no use, the floodgates were open and there was nothing she could do about it.

Stumbling back out of shock, she accidentally bumped into the tree she'd been about to kick. The impact was just enough to knock loose one single apple, which happened to land directly on her lower back. The sudden painful sting startled the mare just enough for her to finally lose all control as her exhausted ponut gave way.

Immediately an incredibly wide log of shit shot out into her underwear, tenting the fabric multiple inches from its origin point tucked between her flanks. Her mouth was left agape as she stood frozen in place, her hold finally going slack as both her bladder and bowels began emptying into her underwear.

Bright couldn't stop himself as he began eagerly stroking his length as he watched his wife pooping and pissing herself, the bulge being created under her tail almost doubling in size with each passing second as more and more poop coiled up inside it.

A loud moan burst from Pear's lips as intense waves of relief crashed into her, causing the mare's now filthy pussy to wink as the overwhelming feeling of release narrowly made the mare cum by itself. Even as three days worth of shit and piss continued flooding into her panties, she reached down and began rapidly stroking herself through the soaked fabric.

Eventually, the river of piss flowing down her legs started to slow, having already created a large puddle around her that nearly reached up to her front legs. Whatever urine that had been able to shoot through the fabric of her panties before they were packed with poop had impacted against the tree behind her. The bulge in her underwear made it seem like she'd filled them with a whole bushel of brown lumpy apples, sticky and wet as they easily stained through the thin fabric holding them all against her messy flanks.

As bowels too finally finished emptying, a massive fart erupted from her gaping anus as the tail end of her last log slithered out. She panted as her stroking became more rapid, eventually causing her to cry out in ecstasy as she rubbed the filthy mess inside her panties up against her pussy. She moaned as she felt the mess fill her every crevice and leave behind a layer of thick muddy poop.

She could hold back no longer as a gush of fluid burst forth from her marehood, joining the mixture of bodily fluids inside er underwear. Her legs trembled as she was barely able to stay up on her hooves while she rode the seemingly endless waves of pleasure that came with her accident.

Glancing back to see the aftermath, a weak suddenly smile spread across her muzzle as she spotted something familiar.

"You gonna s-stay back there forever?" She called out, giggling as she waggled her messy behind in the direction of some nearby bushes, the massive bulge swaying along with her.

"Huh? How'd you know I was here?" Her husband replied, poking his head up out from the bushes. "I was hidden!"

"Well, you mighta been if it weren't for your hat stickin up from the bushes." She chuckled as he glanced up at the tall stetson resting atop his head. "And last I checked, bushes don't tend to squirt out sticky white stuff after I've had an accident~"

"Ah, right... heh." He replied, scratching the back of his neck as he gave a bashful smile.

"Now why don't you sit yourself down and recover while watching me buck a few more apple trees. I'm sure It won't take long while I'm wearin this~" She suggests in a saucy tone, turning and promptly kicking the same apple tree that she'd pissed on moments ago. As apples fell all around her, the bulge jutting our from her flanks jiggled and squished from the sudden movement, forcing a small moan from her lips as she looked back at him with a sly smile...