Urges & Accidents

by Odlaw

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthology, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Porn, Fetish, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 29838

Hello, this is a collection of my own one-shot fetish stories, all of which revolve around a central theme. Ponies, in various forms and settings, soiling and/or wetting themselves.

Hello, this is a collection of my own one-shot fetish stories, all of which revolve around a central theme. Ponies, in various forms and settings, soiling and/or wetting themselves. Be it by accident or on purpose, pants or panties, an article of clothing will be stained before each chapter is done.

Though it should be pretty obvious by now, SCAT, and to a lesser extent, WATERSPORTS fetish warnings apply! Though many will just ignore this warning and dislike out of spite, you have been warned! Read on at your own peril!

New chapters will generally be pretty infrequent as they often are the result of sudden inspiration or idea that I'll have. Most will not be longer than 3k words and will mostly be focused on a mare soiling with the occasional wetting added in. Anthro and EQG will be the most common themes, though I will also do some 'feral' pony stuff from time to time as well. Oh, and the full version cover art is done by the artist: Mae, on Derpibooru. It is a piece I commissioned myself and am quite pleased with!

Published 2019-06-04 04:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-23 03:35:58 UTC

[Anthro, OC] A Gentle Messing

Gentle Press let out a long sigh as she stared out her dining room window, watching with lidded blue eyes as raindrop after raindrop trickled down the other side of the fogged glass. A steaming hot mug of coffee rested atop the small wooden table she was seated at, the fingers of her right hand curled around its smooth white handle.

With the exception of the constant pitter-patter of the rain against the window, it was almost completely quiet. Distantly, she could hear the clock above her kitchen stove ticking away somewhere behind her as it slowly approached three in the afternoon. At the same time, a pleasant tingle caused her toes to curl as a light breeze tickled the bottom of her bare feet.

For the first time in far too long, Gentle had nothing to do for the rest of the day. Be it work or her university classes, this light grey pegasus had been continuously kept busy for the past few weeks and only recently had she able to find some time to wind down and relax in peace.

It certainly felt well deserved, and the surprise rainfall outside was making today even better. She'd always found the sounds and smells that came with a gentle rainstorm immensely satisfying, especially the way it made her wings tingle and quiver. She couldn't get enough of it.

And unlike in Manehattan, where she was raised, rainstorms were pretty common around here. Though her original reason for moving to the 'chaos capital of the world', also known as Ponyville, had been to attend the Princess Of Friendship's new 'School Of Friendship', she'd come to enjoy the growing town and its many quirky inhabitants.

Scratching the top of her head, a lock of her light brown mane fell in front of her grey muzzle, looking tangled and messy. With a puff, she blew it aside. She usually kept her mane in a neat ponytail, but today it didn't seem to be in the mood to cooperate. Not that she really cared all that much about that right now. With nowhere to be after this morning's classes, she felt no immediate desire to fix it.

She had at least changed out her school uniform, well, the more uncomfortable bits anyway. She still had on the white, currently unbuttoned, collared shirt, as well as a pair of plain grey panties. Both her skirt, leggings, and bra had all been discarded somewhere on the floor of her bedroom almost the moment she got home. She did plan on getting changed into something a bit comfier a little later, perhaps some pajamas, but for now, she was perfectly content to just sit here by the window and listen to the sweet sounds of nature.

As she sat there, taking another sip from her mug, she chuckled to herself as she imagined how a few of her not-so-subtle admirers from class would react if they saw her like this. Laid back in her kitchen, large breasts only concealed by either side of her shirt, and while wearing only a pair of panties. Most of them thought of her as nothing more than a 'high-class hotty' from the big city, a proper and polite noble mare ready to be wooed and corrupted by their rustic country charms.

If only they knew...

About thirty minutes later and Gentle Press was still sitting at the window, her cup now half empty. A tiny tremor rumbled from her belly, breaking through the near silence that had fallen over the apartment. She could feel her insides shifting and adjusting as, a few moments later, a faint presence began to make itself known deep within her bowels. It was a considerable weight that slowly moved down through her large intestine, likely her breakfast from earlier this morning.

It wasn't until another much more powerful rumbling was felt that she finally registered a pressure that prodded at her 'back door'. Her tail was flagging instinctively, signaling to her the growing need for a quick trip to the bathroom.

But despite this clear warning, Gentle remained firmly seated, seemingly ignoring her body's calls for action and instead choosing to lean to the left as she felt the pressure continue to mount in her colon. Supple, round butt cheeks facing out as she leaned on her side, she wore a sly smirk but otherwise kept staring out the window. Though her thoughts were now focused elsewhere.

A few more seconds went by when suddenly the pressure pushing against her anus tripled in an instant, before being relieved just as quickly in the form of a long and pungent plume of warm gas that escaped into her panties. Gentle sighed in relief as the level of urgency fell to a more manageable level, though it continued to grow. Sniffing, her nose scrunched as she caught a whiff of her expulsion. It carried with it the telltale signs of what was soon to follow.

But even then, she remained where she was, not moving an inch as she slowly grew more and more desperate. As time continued to tick by, more short bursts of warm air continued to rip from between her cheeks, each one a little bit wetter than the one before it.

"Ough~" Gentle grunted, leaning a little further and putting down her mug. She could feel a heavy mass waiting impatiently inside her, demanding to be released.

Reaching back with her now free hand, she let it slide down over her slightly bloated stomach and hip, fingers drifting down to pull back one of her cheeks. Her panties had sunk down into her crack, and a tiny brown stain was visible over a small depression near the center. She idly prodded at the depression with the tip of her index finger, causing her tightly clenched anus to quiver and tremble from the ticklish sensation.

Suddenly, another burst of gas slipped free, sputtering loudly and leaving behind a thin brown line across the inside of her panties. It was time, and she was more than ready.

"Urngt~" She grunted, jaw clenching as she started to push while also releasing the hold she had been maintaining on her anus.

Instantly there was a gassy crackle as she felt her hole start to widen to make room for her first log. Within moments a small bump pushed out the seat of her panties, growing bigger and longer as it stretched the fabric to its limit. Gentle winced as she felt her asshole spread, the thickest part of her log pushing past the rim as she delivered one last decisive push. The once tiny bump had transformed into a massive mound in mere moments, pulling the fabric down from her ass as a massive turd sagged down inside her panties.

Sharp tingles of pleasure rippled across her body as Gentle felt another dense column of shit glide out of her behind the first one and coil in over itself inside her underwear, fingers digging deep into her malleable ass cheek as she relished in the naughty feeling that always came with purposefully pooping her panties. At this point, she had no power to stop her bowel movement, even if she wanted to. As the second log finally tapered off, more manure was quick to follow. Requiring no assistance from her, a rush of semi-solid sludge flooded out around the tail end.

The thick and watery muck stained straight through the grey fabric, turning her panties a wet brownish color as they were filled to the brim with liquid shit in only a few seconds. She could feel the mess spreading up through her crotch, coating her already dripping wet marehood with a layer of filthy brown muck.

The continuous flow proved too much for her panties to fully contain as poop began seeping out, spilling out over her left ass cheek like a muddy landslide. The soft poop continued to ooze out, making it appear if a wet and muddy grapefruit had just become nestled in the seat of her panties.

But then, just as it seemed like the pool of runny shit that was growing around her ass in the chair might spill over the edge and fall down to the floor, the rush of shit from her asshole finally slowed. Gentle was panting heavily at this point, not moving in her chair while still staring out the window. A satisfied smile was spread across her lips.

"Ahhh~ Much better." She moaned, squirming as she felt her poop-smeared pussy tremble as it begged for attention from the naughty mare.

Using the same hand that had been holding up her right ass cheek, she moved it down over the massive bulge and pressed her palm firmly up against it. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt the mostly contained mess squish and squelch up into her already quite filthy butt crack. She took in a deep shaky breath, yet remained unfazed by the intense odor now stuffing the room.

Pulling her hand back, she giggled upon seeing the damage. Her palm was smeared with several dark brown smudges. Clearly the fabric had not been strong enough to contain a load of that consistency and size. It was undoubtedly one of her biggest in a very long time too.

As she rubbed her dirty hand off on one of the few remaining unstained areas of her panties, she glanced up fondly at a small brown plastic wrapper sitting on the table just behind her mug.

'Mego-Lax' It read.

Giggling, she turned back to her still swirling coffee mug and downed the rest all at once.

"Let's see if I can't make this mess any bigger~."

Author's Note

The introduction of my OC: Gentle Press! Had been toying around with making her a thing for a while and decided to finally do it here. Hope you enjoyed her naughty antics!

[Anthro, Twilight Sparkle] A Messy Magical Memory Mishap

As the bright light blinding her finally faded, Twilight found herself dazed and confused, head spinning as she lay sprawled out over a large pile of unsorted books.

"Ughh, well that wasn't supposed to happen..." She groaned, rubbing a sore spot on the top of her head before fumbling up to her feet.

"What... what went wrong?" She wondered aloud, looking around at the inside of the Ponyville library and grimacing at the mess her failed spell had just created.

Almost every book from every shelf had been violently yanked off and dumped into numerous messy piles scattered about the room. It was going to take her hours clean and reorganize it all again, and unfortunately, she wouldn't have Spike around to help her do it either.

Said little dragon was over at Rarity's place for a sleepover with the CMC that he'd been very eager about. Though it was safe to say it probably had something do with a certain fashionista being there as well. The CMC had been remarkably eager to get his help with some new scheme of theirs that aimed to finally earn them their cutie marks.

'I just hope he's staying out of trouble.' Twilight sighed, knowing all too well what kind of crazy mischief those three 'crusaders' were capable of getting themselves into.

Shaking her head, Twilight started picking up books with her magic. As she was doing this, she pondered what could have possibly gone wrong with her spell for it to have had such a violent reaction like that. Unless it was a particularly powerful spell, most just fizzled out harmlessly if not performed correctly. But, as she followed this train of thought, she made a startling realization.

'What spell was I even trying to cast in the first place?'

Pausing her clean up for a moment, she concentrated and tried to think back to what she had even been doing before this, only to come up completely blank! In fact, she couldn't remember a single thing from at least the past twenty minutes! The last thing she could remember doing was sitting upstairs, writing this week's letter to Princess Celestia.

A sense of panic started to rise in Twilight's chest as she contemplated what all of this could mean. Was the sudden loss of her memory an unintended consequence of whatever spell she'd been trying to perform backfiring on her?! It seemed like the only logical explanation. Had it erased anything else?!

"Okay Twilight, calm down for a second and think." She said aloud, taking a moment to close her eyes and slow her rapid breathing, using a technique her old foalsitter had taught her. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, I am a student of Princess Celestia, I have a big brother who's captain in the Royal Guard, and I really don't like cheesy foods... or ladybugs..."

The thought of those last two things caused her to shiver uncomfortably.

She made a few more quick checks before sighing in relief. It didn't seem like she'd actually lost anything important. But she was determined now! She needed to figure out what she had been doing to warrant casting as spell complex enough to carry this kind of risk!

The thought momentarily crossed her mind that the answer could lie in one of the many books on the ground around her. It was possible that she'd merely found something a spell in one of them and just decided to try it out. It certainly wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened.

Unfortunately, there was no way of telling which one of them was the one. It was a long shot as it is, but right now she didn't really have any other clues to off of. The only way to find out would be to clean all this mess up and hope it revealed something.

'Maybe I'll start remembering things as I clean. I can't think straight in this mess anyway...'

About twenty minutes went by, and Twilight still had absolutely no idea what happened.

In her rush to find something amongst the mess, she had at least managed to tidy up the library in what felt like record time, but new in the end, nothing new was revealed. And now with everything sorted and back in its proper place, she had nothing left to do but go upstairs and hopefully find something there. After all, it was the last place she could remember being.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Twilight peered around the upper floor for anything obvious, but it looked just the same as it always did. There were no signs of trouble, not so much as a note left on her desk or a single book out of place.

She hated being left at a dead end like this, the mystery still pounding at her brain but with nowhere left to take it. She very briefly considered using Starswirl's time travel spell to go back and find out that way, but quickly decided against it. The last thing she needed was to accidentally screw up and destroy all of time and space.

Glancing up out the window above her bed, she could see that it was already getting quite dark outside. Perhaps it would be better if she got some sleep. If nothing else, it might jog her memory. Not to mention, by tomorrow she would likely have Spike back to help her.

Horn glowing, she grabbed a bundle of sleep clothes from the mini dresser by her bed. She paused for a moment as she stood there with them held under her arm, suddenly feeling as if she'd forgotten something before eventually shaking off the odd feeling.

Then, while still standing in the middle of her bedroom, Twilight began to undress, first pulling off her purple t-shirt and white bra, followed by both her jeans and panties. She couldn't help but feel a bit flustered, though she didn't feel like she had any real reason to be. It wasn't like anyone was watching her.

Despite not really knowing why she hastily put on her pajamas. The neatly bundled set she'd chosen consisted of a silky purple long sleeve shirt and a matching pair of pajama pants, both of which seemed to hug her a little tighter than they used to. Her nipples, slightly hardened from the cool air of her bedroom, were visibly poking up through the fabric, and her pants were digging deep in between her butt cheeks.

'Hmm... I must've grabbed one of my older sets...' She mumbled curiously, shrugging it off as she promptly threw herself into bed. Her old clothes lay discarded in the middle of the floor as she floated over one of her favorite books to read.

About an hour had passed, and Twilight was still awake, reading through one of her favorite mystery novels. She hummed contently as she flipped to the next page, wrapped up snugly in the comfy layers of her bed.

*Grrrooaan*

Her stomach suddenly made a low groaning noise, causing Twilight to shift uncomfortably. A heavy mass had just entered into her colon, and she could feel it begin to prod tentatively at the inside of her anus. With a grimace, she rolled her eyes before placing her book down on the bedside table next to her, a red bookmark sticking out where she'd left off.

"Ugh, right when I was finally getting to the good part too..." She grumbled, tossing off the layers of blankets and sheets enveloping her and getting up out of bed.

Now that she was standing up, the pressure against her rear was a little more noticeable. It was going to be a pretty big one. Stretching and yawning, she sighed, having just started to feel a bit sluggish and tired when this urge arose. But after that... she just stood there. She wore a bored expression as she stared straight ahead.

Only that expression slowly started to change as she remained firmly planted there, becoming increasingly confused before finally transitioning to complete and utter bewilderment.

"What... what do I do now?" She thought aloud.

It felt like a stupid question, but nonetheless, she found herself honesty asking it. She could still feel the pressing need to relieve her bowels, yet for some strange reason, she couldn't recall what she was even supposed to do about it. She knew that she'd forgotten something, that much felt obvious... but what? Yet the more she thought about it, the more worried she grew. Something was very wrong.

But then a thought occurred to her. Could the spell be responsible for this? It was certainly possible, after all, it had already led her to forget at least twenty minutes. It was only logical to assume that it could have been capable of far more than that. But if so, what else might have been erased from her mind that she wasn't even aware of yet?!

Another pang of urgency from her bowels quickly thrust her back to the present as she strained to keep her anus clenched to prevent anything from taking her panic as an opportunity to escape. Thankfully, the surge of pressure subsided a few moments later, though she felt no less desperate for relief than before. She needed to do something about this conundrum and soon.

But what was she to do?! Her need to go was only going to get worse with every passing minute, and she still had absolutely no idea what she was even meant to do about it! The fact that it felt like such a simple matter too only made her more confident that it had to be related to her failed spell. Though even without her memories, It wasn't hard to deduce what would inevitably happen should she not work this out in time.

*Pwwffpt!*

A small airy fart managed to squeeze through her defenses, blowing a tiny gust of hot and smelly gas into the seat of her cotton pajamas. Catching a whiff as it drifted upwards, Twilight's nose cringed, and she recoiled from the pungent odor.

"Come on Twilight! Think!" She told herself, racking her brain for even a hint of what to do. But then, as she was brainstorming, a new theory began to manifest.

Was it possible that the failed spell could have also changed her mind in other ways as well? What if it was merely making her think that there was something wrong?! She'd hear about spells that did things similar before, but could that really be the case? Yet the more she thought about it, the more the theory started to gain more traction.

'Of course! The spell did go wrong after all.' She thought, growing more confident by the second. She felt like she was finally making some progress!

But with that knowledge, what exactly was she supposed to do about the waste currently knocking at her back door? One of her passing thoughts from earlier was suddenly brought back to the forefront of her mind. If she didn't do anything, she'd eventually end up... pooping in her pants.

Just from thinking about it, Twilight began to make connections. It was something she knew ponies did from time to time, though she couldn't quite recall ever seeing anypony actually do it. But that would make perfect sense, right? Relieving oneself was meant to be a purely private matter, so it'd make logical sense that she'd never actually seen anypony pooping themselves.

Yet there was something about the concept that seemed off. Almost as if doing so would mean going against some fundamental part of her upbringing. It was certainly an odd feeling, and one that almost made her reconsider her big theory, but then she had another realization.

'What if that's just the spell talking?!'

She was sure of it now. That had to be it! This spell didn't want her to figure out the solution, so it was throwing strange feelings at her to confuse her! That was why the idea of pooping her pants felt so strange!

*Pwwwwffrrpt!*

As if in reply, a much longer fart ripped from between her cheeks as she made her breakthrough, reminding yet again of how desperate she was started to get. Yet despite her newfound certainty, it took her a moment to decide how exactly she planned on going this. Should she just... relax and let it happen?

Fighting her hesitation, she spread her feet a little further apart and relaxed her tense abdominal muscles. Her bowels seemed to realize they were being given a chance, and almost instantly, she felt her anus start to widen. With a gasp, Twilight found herself instinctively re-clenching as the log had just begun to slide out of her, incidentally pinching off a tiny chunk of it in the process. She could feel the warm little nugget nestled between her cheeks just outsider her quivering hole.

'Okay, come on Twilight, you can do this! Don't let that spell try to tell you otherwise!' She thought, determined to resist what she was certain was the spell trying to fight back. She had to win this!

Again she relaxed, and once again she felt her anus widen. It felt almost surreal as the beginning of a slender log slowly slid out of her. It pushed along as it made its way between her cheeks, towards the tight fabric hugging Twilight's ass. Twilight's pajama pants tented outwards as the solid log emerged, making room for itself as it started to coil.

Gravity pulled the bumpy protrusion down, resulting in a very prominent and visible bulge that jutted out from the seat of her pants. Eventually, the log ended, tapering off as her smeared anus closed behind it. Curious, Twilight let her right hand drift back behind her as she cautiously felt around, eventually discovering a roughly apple-sized bulge in the smooth cotton covering her butt.

With a relieved sigh, Twilight felt her pride swell. She'd done it! She'd pooped her pants!

Overjoyed to have finally conquered the spell once and for all, she confidently strutted back towards her bed, humming happily as she felt the bulge jiggle with each step. Not even the smell of shit could douse the feeling of power that she felt right now.

Tossing up the covers of her bed with a flick of her magic, she again threw herself in. A powerful shiver rolled over her as she felt the ball of poop in her pants squish and spread under her weight, causing her to squirm at the odd sensation. Grabbing her book with a renewed confidence in herself, she turned to the page she'd stopped. She smiled, excited to tell Spike all about her success when he got back home tomorrow morning...

Spike yawned as he pushed open the door to the upstairs of the Library, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Early morning sunlight was streaming through the windows as he lumbered through the doorway. The CMC had kept him up all night helping them with their latest scheme, endeavoring to earn 'magic scroll making cutie marks', as they called them.

Safe to say, it didn't end well and no one got their cutie mark. He had no idea where they got the materials to make the things, but he was pretty impressed that they had actually managed to make one, though all it did was make a purple flash when it was activated... Spike still wasn't sure what that was about...

"Hey Twi, I'm home." The teenage dragon called out lazily, making a b-line for his own bed which stood just behind Twilight's bed.

"Oh! Hello Spike, I can't wait to tell you what happened last night!" He heard her chirp happily from the far side of the room, just out of view.

"Yea, maybe later Twilight, I'm too tired for that right... now..." He started to say, only to trail off and stop just short of his bed as he found himself staring at Twilight who was bending over to look at a few book spines. A massive bumpy mound stuck out from her rear.

"Twilight... d-did... did you shit yourself?" He asked incredulously, not seeing any other explanation for the giant brown stains and smears that covered most of the mare's butt and the inner thighs of her pajama pants.

"Yep!" She called back, speaking as if that were something that everypony just did in their free time for laughs.

"...Right."

"So how'd it go with the CMC?" She asked, a bit distracted as she seemed to finally find the book she was looking for.

"It went... you know what? I'm just gonna go to sleep and assume this is just a really weird dream my tired brain is making up." Spike sighed, turning and promptly passing out face-first into bed. He was way too tired right now to deal with Twilight's literal shit right now...

Though he probably should have paid a bit more attention to which bed he had actually been standing in front of before faceplanting into the middle of it...

Author's Note

He's gonna smell that when he wakes up... Also, fun fact, this was originally a concept for something in a later chapter of A Soiled Universe, but I felt it worked better as it's own thing.

[Anthro, Princess Luna] Desperate To Win

"Have at thee!" Luna shouted into her headset's mic, sweaty fingers gripping her controller tightly as she concentrated on the glowing screen that hovered in the air a few feet in front of her.

But despite her best efforts, the words "You Lose!" would appear in large red letters across the magic display just a few moments later, causing the princess of the night to growl. She watched as the character she'd been playing fell to their knees at the feet of her opponent before finally collapsing on the ground, dead.

"Ha! Get outplayed, yet again!" A cocky colt's voice crackled through her headphones as he chuckled at the princess's latest attempt to defeat him.

"No! Thou got lucky! We demand another re-match!" Luna boomed back, left eye twitching.

"Oookay, if you really want to get your ass handed to ya again." The colt replied, accepting the rematch request she'd immediately sent his way. The screen dimmed as the match loaded, allowing Luna to take a deep breath and prepare herself. A few tense seconds later, the words "FIGHT!" appeared on screen as the match began. She immediately started pressing buttons as she charged her rival.

Luna was currently playing one of her all-time favorite video games, a relatively new installment in a franchise called Mares Of Legend. Ever since her return from the moon just a few short months ago, she'd become obsessed with all the new innovative technology that sprung up during her absence. There were plenty of inventions that she found utterly astonishing, but out of all of them, video games quickly took their place at the top of her list. Ever since being introduced to them by one of Twilight Sparkle's friends, she'd become completely infatuated.

Using funds from the royal treasury, probably meant for more important causes, she acquired all the latest game systems and their games, intent on playing through them all to completion. 2D fighting games were the kind she found herself playing the most though, especially the Mares Of Legend franchise. They featured a large cast of playable characters, most of whom were based or at least heavily inspired by various female warriors from both myth and legend.

One such character was none other than Nightmare Moon, her evil alter ego. The press were quick to portray this addition as a distasteful move by the game's developers due to Luna's relatively recent ascension back to the throne, though honestly, she didn't really mind. In fact, the character was the one she was best with.

But what really drew Luna into this new game was a recent development in the industry. It was among the first ever to incorporate a fully functional 'online' multiplayer versus mode. By using a complex system of magical enchantments, users could connect and play with anyone, anywhere in Equestria, and at any time. It was truly a modern marvel.

And despite her inexperience with video games as a whole, Luna quickly found herself rising up through the online leaderboards, and, as of a week ago, she managed to reach the number one spot! It was an achievement she had become immensely proud of. So far, she'd defeated every new challenger that ever appeared, at least... until today.

Out of nowhere, a newcomer going by the name 'xXSmasherOfButtons69Xx' had been rising up through the ranks even faster than she did. So naturally, the moment she had signed on this morning, a challenge notification appeared on her screen. The newcomer had already reached second place, and Luna was eager to defend her spot at the top. She confidently accepted the challenge, confident she'd show this newbie how the princess of the night played!

That had all taken place about fifteen matches ago... and about fifteen losses ago...

Another quick scrambling of buttons signaled the end of the fifteenth rematch, with a similar result to all the others that came before it. By now, Luna's grip on the controller threatened to crack it's plastic casing as she listened to the stallion's howling laughter echoing into both of her ears.

His character of choice, the 'Mare Of Shadows', stood tall over Nightmare Moon's collapsed form, repeatedly crouching atop her bloodied face. But despite this, another rematch notification would appear on the colt's screen just as fast as the last.

"Wow. Are you sure you haven't had enough? Just give it up already! I don't know how you even got this farm, I could keep doing this all day." The young stallion remarked.

"Never! Again!" Luna boomed in reply, peaking her mic as she tapped briefly into her Royal Canterlot Voice.

'If only this little colt realized who he was dealing with! He'd regret ever treating us like some tiny foal! I am the Princess Of The Night!'

But even as she readied herself while the next match loaded, Luna couldn't help but wince and shift uncomfortably in her chair. She'd needed to use the bathroom ever since waking up this morning and still had yet to take a break from the game in order to relieve herself. She had expected this to be over quick, but now she was starting to get desperate.

But she was being forced to hold it, lest she surrenders the title that she'd worked so long and hard to achieve. Pain pinged from her bladder as it pulsed urgently, and the growing pressure from her bowels was becoming more and more of a distraction as each match went by. Though she didn't want to think about it, the desperation was causing her to perform worse and worse. If only she didn't need to go, she was sure she'd wipe the floor with this cocky colt.

"Luna? Are you awake in there, dear sister?" Celestia's muffled voice suddenly called out from outside Luna's private quarters, leading Luna to quickly mute herself.

Never letting her eyes leave the screen as she kept playing, she called back. "W-what is it sister? We are very busy at the moment!" She exclaimed, growling as a foolish mistake caused her to take some unwanted damage.

"Well, I was hoping that you might be willing to take a little walk with me around the palace courtyard. I know you've really been enjoying those 'video games' Twilight's friend showed you, but-"

"Not right now, sister, I must defend my title!" Luna shouted back, gritted her teeth as she took yet another hit that she could have so easily avoided.

"Well... alright, but promise me you'll take a break from time to time, I worry about you." Celestia sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice as her footsteps grew distant.

But Luna wasn't paying attention to that though, her eyes widening as suddenly she noticed an opening in the stallion's otherwise perfect defense.

"Ah-ha! Take this!" She exclaimed, thrusting forward with a special attack that would do just enough damage to secure the win. She finally had him right where she wanted him!

The attack hit perfectly, stagging the Mare Of Shadows and opening the colt up for her final finishing move! Luna heard his gasp of surprise he only now realized the mistake he'd made. She quickly unmuted herself, ready to rub her victory right in his stupid face.

But then, just as she moved to enter the special button combo required for her finishing move, her bladder suddenly spasmed, causing her to wince and just narrowly miss the very last button in the sequence.

But before she could try to correct her mistake, it was already too late. Her opponent was freed from his temporary stagger and quickly moved to retaliate, using a special attack of his own to pierce right through Luna's guard. In one decisive hit, Luna's health pool lost what little it had left as a sword plunged through Nightmare Moon's chest plate, jutting out the other side.

"NO! We were so close!" She boomed, cracking the controller in her rage as the worlds "You Lose" showed themselves yet again.

"Whew, I have to admit, you almost had me for a second there! But I guess you weren't quick enough on the draw after all, ha!." He laughed.

Luna said nothing as she absolutely seethed with rage, merely sending another rematch request.

"Hm? Wow, seriously? Again?!"

"..."

"Ugh, fine, but just one more match. I've gotta go soon, and I don't feel like spending all of my time beating your ass, as nice of one your character has, heh." Luna's eye twitched again. "Im going to go grab a snack and I'll be right back to demolish ya."

Luna merely sat there as she heard him switch off his mic. She considered taking the opportunity to rush to her bathroom, but then imagined what might happen should he come back while she was still gone. What if he decided to just leave? If he did, who knew when he might come back?! No, she had to stay put and wait it out!

But another pang of urgency from her body reminded her why she'd lost that last match in the first place. By the time he did come back, she'd probably be too desperate to win against anypony!

"Ah~!" Luna gasped, hand darting down between her legs as a spike of pain from her bladder forced her to pressed the silky fabric of her pajama pants against her crotch.

'Ah, that was a close one. We almost leaked...' She grimaced, only to suddenly have a bizzare idea.

So what if she did? Her personal shower was attached to her quarters, and it wasnt like she was planning on leaving any time soon. Plus, thanks to her magic, any mess she made would likely be pretty easy to clean up. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel strange about even considering resorting to such an act out of desperation...

"Alright, im back. *Crunch* You still wanting that last rematch?" The voice of the colt returned, startling Luna from her thoughts.

"Y-yes, we are," Luna replied, flinching again as she tightened the hold she had over her anus, even as the massive presence in her bowels demanded to be let out. Yet again, the thought of being relieved of these pressures rose in her mind.

"Heh, you getting cold feet or something? You sound a little shaky over there." The colt asked condescendingly.

"We are fine!" Luna declared, thighs pressing together as she fought urgency at both ends.

With that, the match started to load, though she was having trouble focusing. The idea of just letting go and putting all her effort into the game was growing ever more attractive.

Finally, the match finished loading, displaying both characters facing off against one another with their weapons raised and readied. Luna started to move her hand back up to her controller from her crotch, only to gasp as she was forced to keep it there. The match start was already counting down from five, and she knew she would have absolutely no chance with only one hand. This was it. She had to either throw the match and immediately teleport to her bathroom or... let go.

The moment the countdown reached one, she made her decision. Hand darting up from between her legs, she gripped the controller firmly as the match began. Luna stifled a gasp as she felt a hot warmth imminently start spreading in her seat from her crotch as any further attempt to hold back the tide would be instantly overrun. There was a faint hissing sound as Luna helplessly emptied her bladder into her pants, flooding them and the panties she wore underneath with what almost seemed like a gallon of urine which ran in dark shimmering streams down her legs.

But she ignored all of this, a grin slowly spreading across the princess's muzzle as she started winning. Even as urine pooled around her butt, she began to land blow after blow, staggering the colt again and again with each well-coordinated strike as she focused everything she had on the match.

Next, her bowels seemed to finally take notice of her body's relaxed state, resulting in her anus widening to make room for a large brown log. Standing up slightly from her chair as she moved her face closer to the screen, Luna grunted as the long and slender turd slithered down from between her ass cheeks, pushing out the fabric of her pants. The weight in her rectum quickly vanished as it instead came to rest in the heavily bulged and thoroughly soaked seat of her pajamas.

The first log ended with a silent hiss of gas as the end of tapered off from her dirty hole, falling down to join the huge lump already gathered inside her panties. A few moments later, her anus started to widen yet again, allowing another more slender log to quickly slide out. By now, the bulge in her pants had grown larger than a grapefruit at least, and light brown stains decorated the ruined fabric.

But finally, Luna could devote everything to the match, and with only a few precise button presses, was able to perform her special attack again, the colt's defenses already in shambles. But this time, she easily succeeded at performing the finishing combo and watched in awe as Nightmare Moon's magic lightning shot up to the sky, only to come down and fry her opponent, turning them to dust in an instant. The words 'VICTORY' proudly flashed up across the screen, Luna's heart racing from the rush of adrenaline.

She could faintly hear the colt starting to blurt excuses and arguments as to why he lost, from lag to a broken controller, but Luna's deafening celebration cut him off.

"YES! WE HAVE DONE IT! IN YOUR FACE, YOU FILTHY PEASANT! GET GUD SCRUB!" She boomed, leaping up dramatically out of her urine-soaked chair, the bulge in her pants bouncing and jiggling as she watched her username rise to first place on the leaderboards. It was finally all over! The combination of her body's relief and the joy at having reclaimed her title was immeasurable...

'We might have to do this more often...' Luna thought, blushing and smirking as she shook her hips playfully and felt the warm mess in her pants sway from side-to-side...

[Anthro, Rarity (Ft. Futa Spa Pony)] A Messy Massage

Author's Note

Decided to give some futa action a try, hope you enjoy!

[Anthro, Rarity (Ft. Futa Spa Pony)] A Messy Massage

The Ponyville Spa's bell ring with a pleasant chime as the front door was pushed open.

Sitting behind the front desk, a mare wearing white button-up masseuse uniform with a short blue mane and a light pink coat glanced up from a small stack of paperwork. Face brightening, she smiled as she saw who had just come in.

"Ah, Miss Rarity! Right on time for your appointment, as usual." Aloe greeted cheerfully, her rather thick accent making her sound quite exotic, at least when compared to most other ponies who lived in and around the rural inland town.

"Oh, trust me, darling, I wouldn't miss this appointment for the world right now!" Rarity replied with an enthusiastic, if not also slightly strained, smile.

The famous fashionista was easily one of the spa's most frequent and highly valued customers and not to mention one of Aloe's personal favorites. Not only was the renowned fashion designer almost always coming in each week wearing something new and unique from her latest line of clothing, but she was also quite the piece of eye candy herself.

With an elegant and curvaceous hourglass figure, a large pair of firm yet soft and malleable breasts, wide rolling hips, and a perfect round ass, it was sometimes hard not to stare. This, paired with the mare's gorgeous sparkling deep blue eyes and signature curly purple mane, made her truly a sight to behold.

Aloe shimmied in her seat as she felt a subtle twitch originating from her crotch while her eyes hungrily scanned over the mare's body.

Rarity appeared to be wearing something from her new line of summer-themed outfits. Specifically, a stylized tennis uniform, designed to be both fabulous and attractive while also retaining its functionality at the same time. Consisting of a pair of tight purple sports shorts and a high-cut cyan tank-top that left most of her surprisingly toned stomach exposed, it certainly achieved the former in spades. Both articles of clothing were decorated with brilliant colorful swirling patterns and embedded with several small gemstones that all worked to blend perfectly with Rarity's natural colors.

Hearing Rarity give a frustrated sigh, Aloe tore her eyes away from the unicorn's alluring form long enough to notice that she actually had a few stray hairs that were out of place in her mane. Along with that, she was constantly shifting her weight from one leg to the other, squirming uncomfortably as she approached the front desk. Both of these were symptoms of a particular type of stress which Aloe had become very familiar with over the years since Rarity started coming here.

"Feeling particular pressured this week, are we Miss Rarity?" Aloe asked, taking note of the small, almost hidden, wet spot, tucked away between the mare's thighs. While there were a few scattered sweat stains, likely due to the intense summer heat blazing outside, her keen eye could tell that this one was from something else.

"I suppose you could say that, y-yes." Rarity replied with a bit of a huff, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead and past her horn as she impatiently tapped her foot.

"Well, lucky for you, we already have your room set up for you. Just follow me, and we can get started right away!" Aloe explained, standing up and gesturing for Rarity to follow.

As she guided the mare through a pair of double doors that lead to the many inner rooms of the spa, she bit her bottom lip upon realizing that she'd be leaving the front desk unattended. Rarity would just have to wait for a few more moments.

Stopping by a small side room, Aloe called out into it.

"Bulk, dear? Could you go work the front desk for a little while, please? Miss Rarity has just arrived for her appointment."

"Yes, Mam!" The overly enthusiastic voice of the town's local bodybuilder quickly shouted back.

Aloe and her sister had found it a bit strange when the overly buff stallion first applied to work here, though as it turned out, he was a natural. Admittedly, he could get a bit... intense at times, but with enough practice, he would likely become one of the best. Plus, right now, they needed the extra workforce.

"So, ah, Aloe, wherever is your dear sister? Is she also busy with another customer at the moment?" Rarity asked, clearing her throat as she bounced impatiently on her hooves, knees bent close together as followed along.

"Ah, unfortunately, my sister has come down with a fever as of late and is still recovering at home, Celestia bless her. While she gets some much-needed rest, a few of our interns and I have been doing our best to cover for her." Aloe answered, feeling no desire to rush this little walk to the room at the very end of the hall.

"Oh, how d-dreadful! It isn't hay fever, I hope? I've, ah, h-heard that it has been making rounds again r-recently. Sweetie Belle told me that a number of her classmates have been a-absent lately due to it spreading like wildfire amongst the other f-fillies." Rarity stammered, starting to have trouble with her words.

"Oh, it's nothing that serious, I assure you. Just a simple stomach bug she likely picked up from one of our other customers... Ah, here we are then," Aloe finally announced, stopping just before the drawn curtains of the very last room in this particular hallway. Pulling one of the purple curtains aside, she gestured for Rarity to enter.

The mare then quickly darted inside, causing Aloe to chuckle at how fast the fashionista was losing her composure. Entering in behind Rarity, she turned and closed the curtains before nodding to the unicorn with a knowing smile.

Rarity, who at this point had both of her hands crammed down in between her tightly clenched thighs, quickly fired off a spell from her horn. A sparkly wave of magic filled the tiny room as instantly a noise-proof barrier was formed.

"Oh, Finally! I was about ready to burst, Aloe!" Rarity whined the moment that the barrier was established, removing her hands from her crotch as she began hastily trying to yank down her shorts.

Aloe, meanwhile, calmly and confidently got down onto her knees in front of the rapidly undressing mare, unbuttoning her own top a little to reveal an ample valley of cleavage of her own. Too desperate to even bother with fully kicking off her shorts, Rarity was left wearing just a pair of white lace panties, the crotch of which was rendered slightly transparent due to the prominent patch of wetness centered over her quivering pussy.

Taking that as her cue, Aloe eagerly leaned forward, resting her hands on Rarity's thighs and placing her open mouth right over the soaked area.

"Ooo~" Rarity loudly moaned, her exhausted bladder muscles finally being allowed to relax.

*Ssssss!*

Aloe hummed as a rush of hot liquid suddenly gushed through Rarity's panties, flowing directly into her open maw. As her mouth began filling with hot piss, she could feel a few dribbles leak out from around her pursed lips and roll down her chin. Gripping Rarity's thighs, Aloe pulled herself even closer so she could gulp down as much of the fashionista's golden nectar as possible.

"Yes, Ohhh~, drink it all!" Rarity moaned, grabbing the back of the masseuse's head with both of her hands as a few small streams of urine, captured by her completely flooded panties, trickled down her legs.

Swallowing as much as she could, Aloe was eventually overwhelmed by the torrential flow as piss began spilling out from her lips, running down off her chin before falling into her exposed cleavage. Further down still, a long bulge was slowly growing down the right leg of her pants.

Once Rarity's bladder finally ran dry, Aloe quickly gulped down the last few mouthfuls she'd been given. Her belly felt warm and full, and the front of her uniform was completely soaked. It smelled strongly of urine as it too became partially transparent, revealing her lack of any kind of bra underneath.

Rarity panted breathlessly as she finally let go of Aloe's head, allowing her to pull away from Rarity's crotch. Overcome with relief and feeling incredibly horny, she nearly fell backward, narrowly saving herself as she gripped the massage table next to them. Aloe giggled as the fashionista's legs trembled, reaching up to wipe away the last few dribbles of salty liquid that were still hanging from her chin.

"Feeling better now, miss Rarity?" Aloe asked, the long bulge running down her right leg acting as a sign that she had enjoyed it quite a bit herself.

"Oh, Absolutely! My, my, Aloe, darling. That was truly wonderful~." Rarity sighed between heavy breaths. "Though I must admit, I was a little worried that you hadn't picked up on my urgency at first. I thought for sure that you might not have realized how truly desperate I was to relieve myself. Just another minute out there and I likely wouldn't have made it."

Lifting one leg, she was finally able to kick off her shorts, which had also gotten partially drenched.

Aloe giggled. "Surely it wouldn't have been that bad of a thing to see happen~."

"I suppose you're right... Though, if you don't mind, I'd love for us to start the next part of my 'massage' now." Rarity replied. "I'm feeling rather desperate in another way too..."

*Pprrraaapt!*

A loud fart abruptly ripped from between the fashionista's plump ass cheeks, a pungent smell being carried with it. With a sly smirk, Aloe felt her cock throb against her inner thigh as a small drop of pre-cum bled through the tight fabric.

"In fact, I dare say that I'm dreadfully close to having an accident~..."

Aloe's exposed breasts bounced and jiggled as she rolled her hips forward yet again, threading her rigid cock up through Rarity's ass crack. She could feel the bent over mare's bunched up panties grazing the underside of her length with each thrust, buried deep between the mare's supple cheeks.

*Prrrplrpt!*

Aloe moaned as Rarity released yet another powerful fart, the vibrations of which felt great on the underside of her cock. That one had been much wetter than those before it too.

"Oh, Aloe~ I need to go so bad~!" Rarity whined, pulling fruitlessly against the fuzzy handcuffs that were keeping the noble white unicorn bent down over the side of the massage table. With most of her weight bearing down on her stomach, she was struggling to prevent herself from letting out something much bigger than another fart. "P-please, Aloe! At this rate, I-im going to have an accident!" She cried, feigning despair while she genuinely fought hard to hold back the massive boulder-like weight that was building up against the inside of her puckering anus.

Rearing back as if she were about to run her cock through the mare's asscrack one more time, Aloe instead allowed it to slip from the fashionista's slick and oily cheeks to hang down in between her legs. She was done teasing the desperate mare for now. It was time for the main event.

Reaching down, Aloe slowly spread Rarity's ass apart, admiring how pristine and clean they were. Even though Rarity's bunched up panties, she could see the mare's tightly clenched anus being pushed out by the waste that resided just inside. She wouldn't be able to hold it all in for much longer.

Fishing the tightly bunched panties with her fingers, Aloe made sure to untangle the damp fabric, bridging it across Rarity's crack to ensure that not one bit of the coming load would be able to easily escape its confines. Letting them go, the bands snapped back against Rarity's soft cheeks, causing them to ripple hypnotically. This was finally enough to bring her to the brink.

"I-i, c-can't! I c-can't hold it anymore!" Rarity stammered, her legs trembling from desperation as Aloe watched the mare's anus slowly start to spread apart.

Reaching down to take hold of her throbbing shaft with one hand, she slowly began stroking herself as she watched the fashionista's anus give way to the solid head of a bumpy brown log. Despite Rarity's best efforts, it was no use trying to resist the enormous turd as it made its exit.

"I-im, I'm p-pooping in my panties!" Rarity cried out, her abdominal muscles too worn out to provide any further resistance.

Gassy crackling accompanied the log as it made contact with the wet fabric of the mare's unsuspecting underwear. Tenting outward, they extended almost six inches away from her ass before slowly staring to bend down. But then, before the log could snap and fold in over itself, Aloe swiftly reached up to seize the tip of the protrusion with the fingers of her free hand, stopping the emerging log dead in its tracks.

Slowly, she began to push the column of shit back, forcing the solid turd back through the fashionista's stretched anus. Letting go, she once again allowed it to emerge. Rarity's pussy trembled and dripped with transparent juices constantly as the masseuse repeated this motion over and over again, making Rarity moan each time she felt the hard, bumpy log slide in and out of her sensitive asshole. The realization that she was literally being fucked with her own log of shit very nearly made Rarity cum then and there.

"Ahrg~!" She grunted, clenching her fists as she was brought to the brink of sweet relief again and again, only for it to be snatched away from her as her waste was once again pushed back inside her rectum.

"P-please, Aloe! I c-can't take it anymore!" She begged desperately. "Just l-let me soil myself, I beg you!"

Aloe's rigid cock throbbed hard upon hearing the fashionista's desperate request. Smirking, she decided to let the mare have her wish. Pulling her now slightly smeared fingers away, she brought both of her hands down to start stroking her length as Rarity gave one final determined push. Tenting her panties further than ever before, the unicorn gasped sharply as the column of shit finally snapped off from her worn-out asshole.

Coiling over itself as the rest of the log emerged, it bundled up inside her panties, forming into a large lumpy bulge which sagged down from her ass. Its contents oozed down over her dripping pussy, smearing her sensitive folds with messy filth as her anus remained agape.

But it wasn't long before Rarity felt her anus widening yet again, giving way to a second more slender and soft turd which slithered out quickly and smushed up against the already messy seat of her underwear. The semi-solid waste quickly bled through the ruined fabric, staining it a dark shade of brown that spread all across the growing mound.

By the time Rarity finally finished unloading her bowels, the bulge was enormous. Almost the size of a bowling ball, it felt warm to the touch as Aloe reached up to give it a playful squeeze. It stank intensely, making sure that there would be no confusing what the fashionista had just pushed out into her panties.

*Frrrptptrpt!*

Rarity gasped sharply as one final fart billowed out from her anus, prompting Aloe to giggle at the state of the messy mare lying before her. "Oh, miss Rarity, you've made such a big mess in your panties~."

Rarity didn't immediately reply, panting from exertion as she lay limply over the massage table.

"I-its so warm~" She eventually moaned, tilting her head up just as she felt Aloe's bare breasts suddenly press down into her upper back.

She could feel a long and hard shaft squeeze through her thighs as the top of it brushed the underside of her messy panties. Already incredibly horny from her 'accident,' Rarity shivered as her filth smeared pussy begged her for attention.

"Are you ready for the last part of your massage, mistress Rarity~?" Aloe asked in a saucy tone.

Rarity could only give a submissive whimper in response as Aloe leaned back up again, reaching down to cup the mare's poop-filled panties as they hung down from her butt. The fashionista's eyes widened as, a moment later, she felt a pair of fingers hook around the hem of her soiled underwear and slowly start easing them down. Layers of densely packed poop were peeled away from her cheeks as Aloe revealed Rarity's filthy anus to the open air. Everything that hadn't already fallen down into the vast pile which now hung just below her pussy clung to the rim of her anus like sticky mud.

Rarity shivered as the cool air of the room caressed her exposed messy behind, only to silently gasp as she felt something big suddenly press up against her puckered hole. Smearing the head of her cock with the creamy poop, Aloe prodded and teased her trembling anus, threatening to plunge it deep inside at any moment.

But, as it was pressed up against the filthy hole a fourth time, Aloe suddenly thrust her hips forward. Rarity let out a startled cry as the girthy shaft squeezed its way into her asshole. A spike of pain surged through her as her already oversensitive anus stretched wide around it. Thankfully lubricated with her own creamy poop, Aloe's cock delved deeper and deeper into her bowels, pushing through thick clumps of shit that remained inside even after pooping her panties. As more and more of the long shaft disappeared inside, Rarity's breath hitched when she finally bottomed out.

They remained locked together in this position for a few moments, both breathing heavily from the intense pleasure they felt. Rarity could barely focus on anything over the spikes of stimulation that came with every inch of Aloe's cock invading her bowels. Using what little strength she had left, she squeezed down around the intruder, while her body instinctively tried to push it out.

With a grunt, Aloe finally pulled her hips back again, allowing her cock to start sliding out. Its surface was glazed with a thin layer of brown much. Feeling almost if she were pooping again, Rarity moaned loudly as she reveled in the feeling.

But before it could fully pop out, Aloe thrust her hips forward yet again, forcing a cry from Rarity's lips. Slowly at first, the masseuse repeated her thrusts, getting into a smooth rhythm. Shit started to ooze around her girth, making a wet *Shlick!* from each forceful pounding.

"S-so b-big~!" Rarity moaned, her whole body quivering as she felt herself quickly approaching a peak of pleasure. Her pussy practically felt like it was on fire, a flood of juices flooding her already soaked and messy panties.

Aloe wasn't far behind either, her pace quickening as she felt a buildup of intense heat near the top of her shaft.

"R-rarity, I'm about t-to-!" She gasped, reaching down to take hold of the mare's hips as she plunged herself as deep as she could.

Feeling the head of Aloe's cock pressing up against the walls of her bowels, Rarity was finally pushed over the edge, letting loose a loud cry as a rifle wave of pleasure crashed into her. Her whole body seemed to shake and tremble as she rode the wave, eyes rolling up, and knuckles turning white as she clamped down hard on the invading cock.

This proved to be too much for Aloe to handle as she too reached her limit, rearing back for one final thrust as thick ropes of cum began spewing from her tip. Hilting herself complete inside the filthy fashionista, she dumped her entire load, filling the mare's bowels with her hot seed.

Finally, Aloe stumbled back, pulling out her glazed cock out with a resounding *Plorp!*. They both panted together as Rarity's anus began to leak a mixture of cum and shit, dripping down into her panties.

"T-that, was an amazing job, d-darling." She sighed, tilting her head up to look back at the equally exhausted masseuse.

"T-thank you, Miss Rarity," Aloe replied, reaching up to tease one of her nipples.

"So, when can you fit me in for next week then?" Rarity asked with a faint giggle...

*Frrprlpt!*

[Anthro, Princess Celestia] Standing At Attention

Princess Celestia wore a warm smile as she strode elegantly through the long halls of the Canterlot Royal Palace. The tail end of her flowing white dress slid quietly along the immaculate cool marble floor behind her as the dim morning sunlight beamed in through the colorful windows that decorated the walls. However, this gentle light inadvertently revealed the semi-transparent nature of the princess’s white gown.

Viewed from behind, the benevolent alicorn’s undergarments were left clearly visible atop her curvaceous figure. A pristine pair of pink cotton panties adorned the mare’s famously plump posterior, digging deep down into the dark crevice that lay between her cheeks. The scandalous view of them was left unobstructed as her large flowing tail hung suspended in the air behind her, it’s dock wrapped tightly in fuzzy bands which would ensure that it remained out of the way.

Moving up and around the princess’s broad hips, along her narrow waist, and over her smooth belly, a massive pair of breasts left the front her dress hanging down almost a foot ahead of her stomach like a curtain. A rosy pair of perky nipples protruded through the thin fabric, fully erect and quite telling of the alicorn’s current mood.

Colored similarly as the benevolent princess’s panties, a lacy bra seemed especially small when compared to the massive squishy orbs it was being tasked with supporting. Nevertheless, the premium quality material managed well enough from below, though it did nothing to prevent her breasts from visibly bouncing with each of her confident strides. Of course, Celestia was well aware of what the sunlight was doing to her favorite dress, yet she paid it no mind. This was precisely why it was her favorite after all.

Approaching the halfway point in the long hall she’d been traversing through, her gaze flicked briefly to the two stallions standing guard on either side of the hall. Aside from their golden pauldrons, frilled helmets, and the thick flaps of fabric hanging down between their muscular thighs, they were almost as exposed as she was now. Compared to the regular city guard’s uniforms, they seemed practically naked... just the way she liked them.

As Celestia walked past, she casually pretended to not notice as they momentarily broke their stoic composure in order to risk a quick glance at her alluring form. Though neither would dare attempt anything more than that, she found herself honestly hoping for just a little more. Still, their dedication to their duties was certainly admirable.

Putting a bit more sway into her hips as she continued just a few more feet down the hall, Celestia suddenly came to a stop. Having felt the slightest of tremble from her abdomen, a sly grin began to spread across her muzzle. The timing couldn’t have been much more perfect. Biting her bottom lip, she decided that perhaps the meeting she was on her way to attend could wait just a little bit longer. These guards deserved a little show for all their diligent hard work~.

Before either of the two stallions could muster up the courage to ask why she’d so suddenly stopped in her tracks, Celestia let out a sharp gasp and clutched at her stomach. Bending over sharply and wrapping her arms tightly around her waist, the mare’s knees buckled, protruding her ass out behind her for them both to see.

One of the guards started to open his mouth, no doubt worried if she was alright, only to be stunned back into silence as a very un-princess-like sound erupted from Celestia's tightly clenched ass cheeks.

*PrraaAarrpt!*

Immediately following an incredibly loud fart, the alicorn gasped a second time, groaning loudly as she felt her twitching anus rapidly expand.

*Fffrssplortch~!*

The guards’ jaws dropped as they watched the seat of Celestia’s panties darken and then suddenly bulge towards them. A lumpy protrusion continued to grow larger and larger with each passing moment as light brown stains formed at its many peaks. The tent in her underwear’s origin was unmistakable.

Though still struggling to comprehend what they were witnessing, the two stallions were forced to face the realization of what was occurring right in front of them. Princess Celestia, a seemingly all-powerful goddess capable of moving the sun itself... was shitting herself uncontrollably.

Taking full advantage of her guard's surprising state, Celestia quickly reached up and eagerly groped at her left breast, kneading and massaging the sensitive mound of flesh for all it was worth as she continued pushing with all her might. Her mouth formed an ‘ooh’ shape as a horny moan was forced through her pursed lips.

The wet crackling of emerging logs echoed through the hall as her underwear was being packed to the brim with wet and slimy poop. The warping seat of her ruined panties exposed the coils of shit that were piling up within them, leaving no trace of form-fitting shape they once retained. But, as fast as it had begun, the last log of shit in Celestia’s bowels was emptied out into her almost overflowing underwear.

Panting breathlessly from the intense exertion and the explosions of relief and pleasure still sparking throughout her body, the princess finally relaxed her grip on her breast. Instead, she turned her head around slowly, an expression of incredible shame and embarrassment masking the devilish grin hiding underneath.

“Oh my me! I believe I’ve just had an accident!” She gasped out in feigned horror, reaching back and pressing her palm into the apex of the enormous bulge through the backside of her dress. Her whole body shivered as she felt the contained mess smush up against her cheeks, filling any remaining gaps between them and creeping out through the stretched leg holes.

The naughty alicorn chuckled at the sight of the two stunned guards staring directly at the brown hand-shaped mark she’d just left behind on the ass of her dress. However, her panties weren’t the only thing left bulging after her ‘accident’. Much to her amusement, the flaps covering the two stallions’ crotches now feated a long protrusion of their own. Celestia felt her heart race at the confirmation that they had indeed enjoyed their little gift.

Standing up fully and wiping her brow with her undirtied hand, Celestia exhaled slowly, deeply enjoying the weight that now rested within in her panties. Keeping her legs slightly spread so that they would not fall from the immense load, she looked back again at the guards with lidded eyes and a subtle smile.

“My, my, what a messy situation I’ve gotten myself into now~.” She giggled, slowly rocking her hips side-to-side.

The two stallions audibly gulped as they watched the tantalizing bulge sway, finally snapping out of their trance once they heard their princess clear her throat. Face paling, they quickly looked up, only to find the monarch wearing a more seductive expression than either stallion had ever imagined in their lives.

“I do certainly hope I can count on you two to keep this little incident of mine a secret? If you can, I might see to resigning you to a special position inside my private quarters.” She offered with a wink, reaching up and casually wiping off her dirty hand on her other breast, leaving behind a long brown streak. “Either way, I must be getting changed out of these messy panties of mine before my meeting. I should hope to see you two very soon~.”

With that, the alicorn vanished in a flash of golden light, leaving behind nothing more than a tiny brown clump in the middle of the hallway where she once stood. The two stallions shared a look, still in disbelief of what they’d just seen, and even more so, just how much it had aroused them. One thing was for certain, not another soul would be hearing about this...

Author's Note

Might make a follow-up chapter for this at some point in the future, Idk. Will consider it.

[Anthro, OC] Fallout Equestria: Amber Rain

Author's Note

Never tried writing a fear-messing story before, so I figured I’d give it a go. Warning, this one does get a bit darker and grosser (and not in the usual way) than most of my stuff. Wanted to really sell the, in my opinion, rather underappreciated horror aspect of the fallout series.

[Anthro, OC] Fallout Equestria: Amber Rain

Amber Rain felt a shiver run down her spine as she walked quietly down the desolate road running through her rural home town. The settlement was nothing more than a forest of dead scorched trees and irradiated plants now, leaving the hilly landscape barren of any familiar signs of life. Though she’d driven on it what seemed like hundreds of times in the past, it now felt like the road was plucked from another planet altogether.

The asphalt was full of cracks as if it had been shattered like a pane of glass. Sprouts of yellow-brown grass leaked through the gaps, infesting many of the burnt-out cars she’d already come across. Amongst it, glowing green mushrooms thrived, seemingly feeding off the surrounding radiation. Amber was pretty sure she’d be safe from that particular danger, at least for the moment.

Though she was wearing her bright blue Stable-Tec jumpsuit, the coarse wind still chilled the mare to the bone. Though, this probably wasn't helped much by the fact that the lower half of her jumpsuit was still quite damp. Two long dark streaks trailed down the interior of her legs, spreading down to her ankles. Their origin became quite clear when one followed it back up to a much larger patch that was centered over her crotch.

One of those giant roach things from the stable had attacked her almost as soon as she’d emerged from her stasis pod. Confused and disorientated, it had taken her by surprise. Thankfully, she'd been able to dispatch the oversized insect with a baton that happened to be lying on the floor nearby, but her victory had come at the cost of her bladder's release.

Though uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed to have wet herself, she was hesitant to actually take off the urine-soaked jumpsuit. She knew it was supposed to be at least somewhat radiation-resistant, and there was no telling how toxic the outside world might still be...

Suddenly, Amber was ripped from her thoughts as she spotted something up ahead. It was another car, this one parked on the right side of the road. It looked like it was in a bit better condition, but she wasn’t going to get her hopes up. Unfortunately, like most things she'd seen since emerging from the stable, it likely hadn't moved for over 200 years. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be covered top-to-bottom with a thick layer of rust and all four wheels were missing.

Amber gripped her baton tightly as she approached the abandoned vehicle. Bending over to peer in through the driver’s side window, she scanned for anything that might douse the one fear that had been slowly growing in her mind since exiting her stable. The fear that she might be the only pony left.

But before she could search the back seats, Amber suddenly gasped and clutched at her stomach. Her belly groaned loudly as her insides churned impatiently. As it turned out, being kept in cryostasis for over two decades hadn't done wonders for her body's digestive system. Her bowels suddenly felt heavy and bloated, desperate for long-overdue relief.

Amber quickly checked her Pipbuck to see if there were any structures nearby. Squirming as she stood next to the ruined car, her piss-soaked thighs pressed together, she was relieved to discover what appeared to be a small house on the map, not far from her current location.

Following the Pipbuck's directions, she quickly hobbled towards the waypoint on her digital map, leaving the safety of the road behind as she ventured out into the wilderness. Bounding over some rotting foliage and more yellow grass, Amber was eventually forced to stop and brace herself against a tree. The pressure on her puckered anus had suddenly intensified, very nearly catching her off guard. Thankfully, the surge of urgency from her bowels began to subside after a few moments, though it was sure to return again soon.

As she continued to jog towards her destination, she panted from the exertion of both keeping her asshole tightly clenched while also keeping up a good pace. After a few more minutes, she finally crested the last hill, revealing a small woodland cabin in small clearing up ahead. Glad to have finally found something that still had a roof, she bolted for the front door. Seizing the rusty handle, she flung the rickety door open and darted inside.

But before Amber could even start looking for some kind of bathroom, she was instantly assaulted by an intense odor that very nearly made lose her lunch on the spot. Covering her muzzle with one hand as her eyes teared up from the sheer strength of the stench, she looked around for its source. She gasped as she quickly located the source of the rotten smell. It was a dead body. A dead pony body.

Covered in horrible molds and more glowing fungi, the corpse lay reclined an old wooden chair by one of the cabin’s windows. Mouth left agape, small insects flew in and out constantly. The pony's eyes were gone, replaced by two sunken empty black sockets. Backing away from the horrifying sight, Amber felt tears roll down her cheeks from both the smell and what seemed like the confirmation of her worst fear. She really was the only one left.

Not able to look at the body any longer, she forced herself to look turn her eyes elsewhere and find what she'd come here for in the first place. Wiping tears from her eyes, she found a small dark hallway that leads off to two opposing rooms near the end. Flicking on her Pipbuck's flashlight, she cautiously walked down the hall.

In doing so, however, she failed to notice as one of the corpse’s fingers twitched...

Peeking into the room on the left side of the hall, Amber shined her light around what appeared to be a small bedroom. The windows were blown out and what remained of the bed was covered with small shards of shattered glass. An old dresser had fallen apart in the corner, releasing stacks of eroded cotton that likely used to be clothing. Feeling a cold shiver run up her spine, she briefly wondered if they had belonged to the body sitting in the main room Not seeing any sort of connected bathroom, she turned to check the door opposite.

In her increasingly desperate scramble for a toilet, however, she again missed the dark silhouette now standing silently at the end of the hall where she’d come from.

Turning the nob of the second door, she pushed it open to finally reveal exactly what she had been hoping for, a bathroom, at last! Better yet, the toilet itself looked to be still intact and was surprisingly clean all things considered. Grateful for her good luck, she quickly hobbled over to it, feeling another cramp slowly creeping up on her. After being forced to wait so long, her bowels felt like they were at the brink. If she'd had to wait another minute, she likely wouldn't have made it.

Amber began to reach up for the front zipper of her jumpsuit, only for a sound coming from behind the mare make her blood run cold.

"Grooaaan"

The terrible odor from before had returned, leaving Amber’s body trembling as she slowly turned her head around. What she was met with shot terror into the mare’s very soul. The corpse in the living room was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, it’s arms limp at its sides as it stared directly at her.

Swirling around, Amber scrambled for her baton, only for the monster to suddenly unleash an ear-splitting screech. It then lunged at her with a startling burst of speed, it's sharp bony fingers splayed out, going directly for her eyes.

With a shrill scream, it slammed into Amber like a battering ram, tackling her to the ground as she rose her baton just in time to catch the monster's rotting jaw before it could bite her. Panicked tears streamed down from her eyes as she wrestled with the abomination, screaming as its gnashing teeth crumbled against the steel she'd jammed into its mouth.

Kicking wildly, her bowels were all but forgotten about as several slender logs of poop quickly slithered through her anus, out into the seat of her jumpsuit. Far to focused on surviving with adrenaline pumping through her veins, she barely registered the increasingly large bulge forming from her ass. Amber sobbed as the corpse flailed its arms in every direction, seemingly determined to claw the flesh off her bones.

Using all her strength, she was finally able to toss off the abomination, quickly stumbling back up to her feet. She was left with nowhere to run as the monster rose up as well, it's jaw now visibly broken as it lunged a second time. With another terrified scream, she raised her baton and swung down at the head of the creature. With a resounding 'Crack!' the metal baton smashed through the monster’s skull, instantly pulpifying what little remained of its brain matter.

Stumbling back against the wall as she let the baton fall with it, the creature stumbled forward one last step before finally collapsing to the ground at her feet. It was dead. Amber's shaky breaths finally gave way to hysterical sobbing as she slid down against the tile wall behind her, finally coming to a stop as the thick pile of shit collected beneath her butt cheeks cushioned her fall and squished under her weight...

[Anthro, Princess Luna] Soaked Skates

Author's Note

A wetting-only chapter this time around, I hope you enjoy it! This particular chapter was written pretty quickly and was heavily inspired by one of the pics in a fetish art pack that recently released. Highly recommended if you have a spare $8 lying around. Some very good stuff in there: https://frist44.itch.io/ur-in-trouble

[Anthro, Princess Luna] Soaked Skates

Luna hummed a song under her breath as she rolled up a Manehattan sidewalk, her slender legs dashing side to side in an effort to keep up her speed. Meanwhile, her eyes followed the shore on her right, admiring the slow-moving Hoofson River. A bit of thicket separated the sidewalk and the water, though it didn’t take anything away from the beautiful view of the city skyline.

So taken by the scenery was the alicorn that she almost missed the other pony coming the other way down the sidewalk. With the stallion seemingly staring off into space, she narrowly avoided a collision, rolling sideways around him at the last moment. Even after the near-miss, he continued to go about his day obliviously, somehow unfazed by the half-naked alicorn princess who’d just skated right by him.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Luna chuckled, happy to see that her presence cloaking spell was very much still in effect. Wearing nothing but a black tank-top, some long dark purple socks, and a pair of cutesy pink panties, it would be pretty hard for him not to have reacted. Of course, her ‘disguise’ might have helped to hide her identity a little, although wearing just a pair of shades and sporting a long streak of pink in her star-filled mane probably wouldn’t have been enough. All that aside though, Luna continued to skate down the sidewalk, feeling her cheeks blush at the thought of what she was out here to do.

She was on vacation. Well, three days off anyway. That was about as long as she was willing to forego her normal nightly duties to take some time off. Though you wouldn’t be faulted for being surprised at her choice of activity. Of all the things she could be doing on one of her days off, roller skating around Manehattan half-naked was currently at the top of her to-do list. While it was true, being a princess, there was hardly anything she couldn’t do, the ‘hardly’ in that statement was the key.

Which made what she was doing now all the more thrilling. The potential scandal that accompanied it was even more so. For, roller skating around one of Equestria’s biggest and most densely populated metropolises in her current getup was not the true extent of her plans for today. She was in the mood to do something... forbidden.

Nothing criminal of course, and nor was she going to use her powers to take advantage of anypony. Nope, the ‘forbidden’ act she was going to indulge in on this fine day was more just taboo than anything. You see, she had a fetish. Not for strolling around in public half-naked, no, though she’d be lying if she denied that it added a level of naughtiness to it~.

Having downed several full bottles of water before heading out on the town this afternoon, she was already more than prepared to finally enact it. However, at least for the moment, she was going to fight the nagging pangs of pressure that rippled outwards from her bladder. She was still searching for the perfect spot to do it in.

If she was going to do this, she was going to do it exactly as she’d fantasized, albeit without spectators that quite realized what they were going to be witnessing. Looking up from the sidewalk, her blush deepening every time she spread her legs apart to keep up her speed, Luna’s eyes sparkled at the sight of one of Manhattan's many famous piers not too far up ahead. Better yet, it looked like it was packed with tourist ponies.

It was Perfect~

Picking up a bit more speed with a few flaps of her wings, Luna eventually rolled out onto the pier, turning her head to watch as an old wooden roller coaster ran by overhead. It along with the popular restaurant established beneath the attraction would guarantee she’d have plenty of ponies around while she enjoyed herself.

“Ng-” Luna suddenly grunted, gritting her teeth as she was forced to slowly roll to a stop and brace herself against the wooden edge railing of the pier. Squirming in place, both her hands shot down to her crotch as she struggled against her near to bursting bladder.

“-N-not yet.” She sighed as the pressure finally began to wane, allowing the princess to continue forward. “A-almost there.”

As she weaved between and around groups of chatting tourists, the gait of her strides was getting smaller and smaller. Eventually, though her bladder had enough. Yelping as a sudden cramp forced a small spurt of urine out into her panties, Luna lost control as her hands once again rushed down to her crotch. It was a miracle that she was then able to quickly reach out and pull herself around and cling to the side of the pier again. As her knees quivered and her whole body shuddered, she realized that she could go no further. This was it, she was going to do it right here.

Turning her head around, she felt her heart racing in her chest at the sight of so many potential witnesses to what she was about to do.

“W-we have to do this just right L-luna~” She panted.

Wincing, Luna slowly bent forward and spread her legs apart, sticking her ass up in the air and exposing her already slightly stained panties. Smiling, she glanced back at herself in such a compromised position, now finally ready to let nature take its course. However, before she could take the final step, the sound of a wave crashing below did it for her.

The sound of water too much for her to handle, Luna cried out as her burning bladder muscles failed, unleashing its contents whether she wanted it to or not. Instantly the gusset of her underwear darkened as a powerful stream of piss shot out from her vulva. Within moments the crotch of her panties was completely soaked, leaving the majority of her urine to spear through the fabric and arc down onto the deck behind her feet.

Luna moaned as she felt rivers of urine rolling down the inside of her thighs, unable to restrain herself any longer as she thrust her fingers down the front of her panties. Crying out in pleasure as she began to stroke herself, the feeling of piss bleeding through her socks and flooding the inside of her skates triggered a full-body shiver of orgasmic proportions. Luna’s legs trembled violently and finally buckled as she continued to relentlessly piss herself, falling down to her knees and still feverishly stroking her sex.

As piss slowly pooled around her legs and the stream coming through her panties gradually lost strength, Luna finally came. Thrusting three of her fingers deep inside herself and moaning as she felt the last of her urine splash against her palm, she let loose one final cry of pleasure. Gripping the wooden railing almost hard enough to make it splinter, Luna collapsed forward, the lower half of her body spasming as she rode the intense afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her entire life. Fingers still lodged in between her twitching folds, the princess of the night managed a goofy grin.

“Perhaps we should embark on vacations more often... heh~.”

[EQG, Celestia & Luna] A Drunken Mess

It was one in the morning, and the sounds of a key scraping against a door's lock pierced the silence of vice-principal Luna's apartment living room. Eventually, the key was able to find it's mark, and the front door's handle started to turn. The incoherent mumbles and giggles of two women could be heard from the other side, increasing in volume as the door was finally pushed open.

"T-there we g-guh.. go" Vice Principal Luna burped as she took her first wobbly step into her apartment, supporting her older sister over her left shoulder.

"H-heh, you win the r-race home, Luna," Celestia giggled nonsensically.

"Sister, you are just so d-drunk right now." Luna murmured, giggling along with her sister as the two stumbled inside.

"Nooo, you is the drunkest p-person in this bar Lulu~" Celestia slurred, head wobbling side-to-side as she gave her sister a silly smirk that was probably meant to look sly. But as she was doing so, her face instead contorted into a scrunch. "H-hey Lulu?" She asked, sounding puzzled.

"Yea, sis- Erup! -ter?" Luna inquired.

"I gotta poooo" Celestia groaned, her left hand coming down to lazily pat her abdomen as she squirmed uncomfortably. "And it's a biiiggg one, heh."

"Ung, me t-too~" Luna groaned in reply, feeling a similar tightness that had been collecting in her lower intestine. "The bathroom's this way, c-come on."

Finally flicking on the light switch after three separate attempts, the two drunks stumbled together off into the hall from the living room, leaving the front door wide open in the process. The bathroom door lay open at the end of the hall, lights left on from before they left. Luna paused for a moment as she heard a quiet hissing sound. Looking down, she watched as dark wet stains were cascaded down the inner parts of Celestia's tight denim jeans, the light from the bathroom glistening off the rushing liquid as it gushed from her sister's crotch.

"H-hey, Celly! You're p-peein yourself -hic-." Luna pointed out dumbly.

"Mmm. It's s-so nice and warm~" Celestia hummed, eyes closed in bliss as her free hand came down to press against her piss-soaked crotch. It was still flowing out of her, and she could feel the force of her stream on her palm through the fabric.

"No, no, no. You're supposed to do it on the toilet, you -hic- dumb-ey ass" Luna scowled, attempting to roll her eyes though only half succeeding in the effort.

The two eventually reached the bathroom, Celestia having left a dark trail in the carpet as her bladder finally finished emptying itself into her pants. Luna carried her sister over to the toilet and sat her down on the edge of the bathtub. The principal quickly lost balance, falling back into the tub, though thankfully without hurting herself.

"I didn't know you bought a tub for me, Lulu. You're the bestest sister ever..." Celestia slurred, slumping back into the tub a bit more as Luna squinted at the toilet, trying to figure out the swirling blob that she was staring at.

*BRRAAAPPP*

A loud fart suddenly trumpeted from Celestia's rear, the sound leading the school principal to giggle like a toddler.

"My tummy's talkin~" She blurbed, a silly smile spread across her face, as she turned to the side and released yet another burst of noxious gas.

"C-come on Celestia, you gotta pull your pants down to use the t-toilet." Luna stammered, blinking rapidly as she was awoken by the stench of her sister's expulsions.

"Oh, yea..." Celestia sighed, reaching down and slowly and hooking her thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans. She'd had a belt on when they left earlier, though it seemed to be gone now. She pushed her pants down until they were bunched up around her ankles. Her legs felt sticky, smelling strongly of urine, and her once white silky panties were stained yellow. Feeling relaxed as she felt the cool bathroom air tickle her legs, Celestia sighed and laid her head back against the side of the tub.

*Splorptpr!*

Luna heard a strange sound and turned to watched as the seat of her sister's panties suddenly jutted outwards, deep dark brown stain pushing through the thin fabric as a rush of diarrhea flooded into them. Brown colored liquid dripped steadily from the center of a growing bulge, spilling out from the leg holes of her panties as well. Some rushed down towards the drain while the rest began to pool around her ass.

"Celly!" Luna whined. "You're supposed to poop in the toilet, dummy. You're p-pooping in your -hic- p-panties."

"Hmm, so nice and squishy, heh," Celestia hummed, cheeks reddening as she felt the building mound in her underwear meet her already heavily smeared ass cheeks.

"No, no, y-you're doin it all -hic- wrong! You're too d-drunk. Watch, -hic- I'll do it the right way~" Luna declared.

Popping up the lid of the toilet, Luna turned and, after yanking down her own jeans, lowered her ass down onto the cold porcelain seat.

"You're supposed to do it like this!" Luna grunted, face scrunching up as she began to push.

*Crackle, Pftttchk!*

Luna moaned in relief as she felt her bowels start to empty themselves, sighing as a series of firm slender logs slid out through her anus. At the same time, a warmth grew from her crotch as her bladder emptied itself as well. But after a few moments, Luna realized that something didn't feel quite right.

"Heh, you poopied panties too..." Celestia giggled drunkenly as she pointed at her sister, eyes fluttering closed a moment later as she then promptly passed out in the tub.

Staring down, Luna realized that she was still wearing her black lace panties, having actually only pulled down her pants.

"Oops~," Luna said, blushing as she stood up from the toilet in the middle of one of her logs.

A massive bulge sagged down behind her, it's mushy and warm contents resting against the back of her thighs. Not used to the new weight hanging from her ass, she suddenly lost balance and fell backward at an odd angle.

"Woah!" She gasped, thankfully missing the edge of the bathroom counter by mere inches as she landed butt-first onto the hard tile floor.

*SPLART!*

Soft creamy poop gushed from her panties upon impact, spreading all throughout the inside of them as her accident miraculously managed to completely break her fall. Moaning as she felt the warmth of her shit squishing into her crack and up through the gusset of her panties, Luna's eyes drifted shut as well.

The sounds of snoring filled the bathroom as the two fully grown women slept peacefully in their messy underwear. The following morning was sure to be a doozy...

Author's Note

This is what happens when two competitive sisters have a drinking contest after eating a full meal...

[EQG, Rainbow Dash] A Constipation Conundrum

"C-come on, gotta keep it going!" A rainbow-haired girl panted as she ran in place on her living room treadmill.

Glancing down at the small screen display in front of her, she smirked as she saw the number of miles she'd already run so far today.

"Heh, at this rate, I've got this whole marathon in the bag!" She boasted confidently. "I can see the finish line already!"

Rainbow Dash was in the midst of practicing for the upcoming Canterlot High Marathon, an annual event wherein all the best athletes from every school in the state would come to compete for the title of 'Runner Of The Year'. It was a pretty big competition and one that she had been very eager to participate in ever since learning about it her freshmen year of high school.

Unfortunately, regulations required that only seniors of age 18 or higher were allowed to take part, so in the past, she hadn't been allowed to sign up. But now that she met the requirements, she planned on utterly smoking the competition! Rainbow chuckled to herself at the thought, picking up the pace on her treadmill as she reached up with a small towel to dab some sweat off her forehead.

Of course, with the aid of her magic geode, she'd probably win the whole thing in just a few seconds, which is why Principal Celestia had banned any use of magic whatsoever. Ever since the utter disaster that was the Friendship Games, Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna had been quite anxious about them using magic in big events like that again. As it turned out, giant tentacles and portals to other dimensions popping up everywhere were not quite up to safety standards.

But Rainbow wasn't perturbed. Even before getting her magic geode, she'd always been an avid athlete, so she was sure that she could handle it. Admittedly, she'd gotten a little out of practice since obtaining it, so for the past few months, she'd been tirelessly training. From doing laps around the school grounds before and after her classes to running to and from work each day. Heck, she'd even been trying out some special diets that she'd found on the internet. Though not all of them had been helpful.

*Grroaaaan*

Rainbow gasped as she a recently familiar shifting in her lower gut, very nearly causing her to trip and fall as she was suddenly struck by an intense urge to use the bathroom.

"Ugh! Not again!" She growled, clutching her stomach.

Rainbow quickly turned and lept off of her treadmill, leaving it still running as she bolted for her bathroom. Wrenching the door open, she darted inside. Slapping the toilet seat open, she turned and hastily peeled down her sweat-soaked compression shorts before planting her toned ass onto the cool porcelain.

"Come on, this time for sure!" She grunted, face scrunching up as she started to push.

A few small plops could be heard as tiny chunks of liquidy shit dropped into the bowl almost immediately. An immensely large mass loomed behind them within her bowels, pressing hard against her back door. Rainbow felt her anus start to widen as she kept up the pressure.

"Here it comes!" She gasped, feeling the head of a wide and very dense boulder peek out from her almost painfully wide-spread hole.

But then, just as it seemed like the gargantuan log was going to come out, the pressure it had been putting on her anus suddenly started to weaken at a rapid rate.

"No, no, no! Not again, no come on!" Rainbow begged, still pushing as her body abruptly decided that it didn't feel like giving her any relief just yet.

Though she remained seated, trying her best to coax her bowels into another attempt, eventually Rainbow was forced to admit defeat. The sudden and almost overbearing pressure that had been pressing at her anus mere moments ago had now vanished entirely.

Head in her hands, she growled angrily and kicked the tile floor. Unfortunately, this was nothing new to her.

Since about a week ago, she'd discovered a special diet plan online that had so far ended up being... less than helpful. It promised to cause vast increases in not only her strength and stamina but to her speed as well. Yet, so far, it had only ended up having one very irritating effect on her body.

Severe constipation.

It was a problem had been plaguing her days now, yet no matter what she did, the concrete boulder that had magically formed in her large intestine was refusing to be cleared. She'd tried everything, from laxatives to enemas. Hell, she'd even resorted to using one of her 'toys' to try and make some kind of a dent, but so far nothing had worked.

With a defeated sigh Rainbow glared down into the toilet water circling beneath her. Small chunks of brown mush floated around and around, slowly turning the water a murky brown color. It was about all she ever seemed to be able to produce during these attempts.

Grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper, she begrudgingly wiped away any smudges and flushed the toilet. Pulling her shorts back up, she sighed and walked towards the open door back into her living room. She was hesitant to even bother trying to get back into gear again. No doubt it wouldn't be long before she felt that pressure rear it's ugly head again.

Since it first appeared, her blockage had been nothing but a nuisance. At random times in the day, usually over the span of a few hours, her bowels would start pushing over and over again, making it seem like she was ready to go as it had been earlier. But every trip to a bathroom always ended the same way, with very little to show for it and no real progress being made.

And as much as she wished she could just ignore the sometimes painful urges, it wasn't that simple. Pretty much the only time that she ever felt her bowels start to move on its own was while she was not in a bathroom. It was as if her body knew what she was trying to do wanted to make things more difficult.

Plus, the smaller chunks and spurts of diarrhea that would almost always squeeze out around the blockage were easily capable of getting through her clenched anus and could potentially end up messing up whatever she was wearing at the time. This forced her to make trips to the bathroom every time an urge arose, which in some instances could be only a few minutes apart.

Her boss had already gotten onto her about it once already, though Rainbow had been too embarrassed to admit the reason for her constant trips to the employee bathroom during her shift. Not to mention, the fact that she was late to almost every one of her classes so she could visit a student restroom was becoming a serious issue.

As Rainbow emerged from her bathroom, she glanced over at her still-running treadmill, and with a huff, hopped right back on and continued her workout.

But as the first few minutes went by, all she could think about was the impending urge that was sure raise it's ugly head again any time now. She prayed that her bowels might decide to give her a little break this time around, if only for more than a few minutes. But, as if sensing that she was thinking about it, Rainbow grimaced as she felt the start of a familiar tightness start to grow in her gut.

"Dammit, not again!" She scowled, feeling the heavy sensation in her bowels return in full force, just as like it had before. With a frustrated huff, Rainbow reached up to stop her treadmill, only to pause as her finger hovered an inch away from the button.

She knew all too well what would happen should she stop and sit her butt right back down on that accursed toilet seat. She'd get so close, just like always, right on the rim of sweet, sweet, relief, only to be denied yet again. Then she would get cleaned up, flush whatever tiny progress she hadn't really made, and then wait for the urge to strike a third time...

"Screw it." She eventually sighed, lowering her arms and continuing to run, even as she felt the pressure mount against her.

She knew that ignoring the urge like this would more than likely result in a few marks being left in her shorts from whatever managed to leak out of her, but at this point, she was too frustrated to care. There were more clothes in the dryer anyway and had nowhere to be today. Rainbow decided to focus on her running, tuning out everything else that got in the way of her training.

So, mostly out of spite, she kept running, not even bothering to put any effort into holding anything back.

As expected, it wasn't long before she felt a bit of liquid mush start to leak out her as the massive log she'd been struggling with for the past week began to peek out. The filth spread and smeared between her ass cheeks as they rubbed together. Rainbow found herself blushing at the sticky sensation that resulted. Despite no one being around, the fact that she was knowingly letting her shorts get messy felt awkward and a little embarrassing.

But then, just as her asshole stretched to about the same amount as it had when she was on the toilet, Rainbow gasped as something new suddenly started to happen. It kept coming out. Before Rainbow could really even register what was happening, she felt the immense log start to slowly emerge all on its own!

'This is my chance!' She thought.

With optimistic haste, Rainbow lept off her treadmill and darted back into her bathroom. Peeling down her shorts as fast as she could, she felt them peel away from her crack and, as expected, a brown skid mark ran along the inside. But that didn't matter right now, she was inches away from victory!

Hovering her ass over the toilet and reaching back to spread her stained cheeks apart, she pushed with everything she had. In response, she felt the immense log slide out another inch, but then, the worst started to happen. Though it had extended further than she'd ever gotten it to before this point, Rainbow gasped in horror as she felt the boulder start to recede back inside her once again.

"No!" She shouted, still pushing with all her strength. But in the end, she was left back at square one. "No! I was so close!"

She was left powerless as her bowels pulled the blockage back in, the pressure that had allowed her to make so much progress a moment ago weakening just as it always seemed to do. And now she had nothing to show for her efforts but a smelly pair of shorts and a messy crack.

"Gahh!" She growled loudly, slapping the wall in frustration as she let herself fall down onto the toilet seat.

She didn't know what to do at this point. She certainly wouldn't be able to run in the marathon like this, and with how much this was already impacting her training, she wouldn't be ready in time for it anyway. But as Rainbow grumbled in despair, staring down at the slightly soiled shorts around her ankles, she suddenly had an idea.

For whatever reason, she seemed to be making the most progress while she was running on her treadmill. The urges only actually seemed to stop after she reached the bathroom. So... what if she just didn't stop running? If her bowels were refusing to loosen unless she was being active, why not give in to its demands? At this point, she was desperate enough to try just about anything if it meant relief.

A sense of optimism rose over her as she considered the new idea, like a light at the end of a hopelessly dark tunnel. The possibility of finally getting the relief she so desired sounded nothing short of fantastic. Though, at the same time, she didn't exactly feel like shitting all over her treadmill or something. She would have to think of some way to avoid making a big mess like that.

She briefly considered placing a bucket underneath or behind but decided that it would be too risky. There was a high chance she'd miss and end up getting shit all over the carpet. But as she stared downwards in thought, she realized that the answer lay around her ankles.

"I could just shit in my shorts..." She mumbled, quirking an eyebrow.

Just saying it aloud felt strange. Granted, it wasn't too far off from what she'd already done, but this would be on a much larger scale. She hadn't pooped her pants since she was very little, and the idea of doing it purpose just felt so very wrong.

But, the more she thought about the potential benefits, the more won over to the idea she was getting. It wasn't like anyone was ever going to know she did it anyway. Heck, she wouldn't even have to stop exercising to do it. Staring down at the long line of brown mush that already stained the inside of her tight compression shorts, she sighed and shrugged.

'Might as well just use these again...'

Standing back up, she felt an odd shiver run up her spine as the remaining filth between her ass cheeks met. There would be no point in wiping with what she was planning to do...

Bending down, she hesitantly pulled her shorts back up. The tight fabric clung to her body, digging in deep between her cheeks as it was inevitably smeared even more. Looking over into her bathroom mirror, she could see the faintest trace of a brown line following down her ass from the outside. The sight made her blush.

Despite how gross this was, she was surprised that it didn't gross her out more. In fact, the warm mushiness felt kinda... good, in a weird way...

Shaking herself out of that odd train of thought, she left the bathroom.

"Well, here goes nothing," Rainbow said apprehensively, hesitating before hopping back up onto her still-running treadmill.

Rainbow found herself waiting anxiously for the urge to return yet again, the idea that in just a few minutes she'd purposefully be trying to shit herself never ceasing to weird her out. Part of her still hoped the urges would just go away so she could just focus on training.

But like clockwork, it only took a few minutes of constant running before the tightness in her bowels showed itself once again.

'Here we go...' She gulped.

As before, she felt the weight of the massive boulder make contact with the inside of her anus and start to slowly spread it apart. All the while, she made no effort to resist its movements, instead focusing on running above all else. Her breath hitched as the log reached the same point of as before, and she found herself fighting the urge to turn and spring to the bathroom. Instead, she forced herself to keep running, betraying years of training herself not to do what she was now actively trying to encourage.

Her breathing began to get shaky as she felt her anus stretch to its limit, the log inside her slowly starting to slither out unimpeded. Her gait widened considerably as she felt the turd make one final push. With one more quick spike of pain, the thickest part of it finally pushed through.

"O-oh my gosh, this is actually happening." Rainbow chuckled anxiously as she felt the log start moving faster on its own as she passed the point of no return. "I-im actually shitting m-myself..."

The tight fabric of her compression shorts was immediately thrust outwards as a large bulge started to form. The head of the log was easily as big around as grapefruit, and it showed as the immense log started to curl up inside her shorts. The bulge bounced as she continued to run, the sensation sending more strange signals to her brain.

*Frplplpt!*

With the dense and solid boulder gone, her bowels were free to release everything she'd been forced to hold from the past few days. A very wet and bubbly sound suddenly exploded out of her ass, pushing multiple long tubes of creamy shit out into her shorts from one quick push. The bulge doubled in size almost immediately as next a rush of thick and mushy poop filled her crack and rushed up through the gusset of her shorts.

But even through all of this, Rainbow never stopped running, panting fast and hard, but not from exertion, but from the immense waves of relief that she was receiving. It was finally over, she had finally rid herself of the massive boulder, which now rested in the seat of her pants.

Once the flood of diarrhea finally stopped, Rainbow reached up and pressed the off button on her treadmill. She gripped the hand-holds on either side of her as she panted breathlessly. Her constant movements had spread shit all throughout her shorts, leaving nothing undirtied. Looking back, she cringed as she saw the massive sagging bulge that hung down behind her.

"I can't believe I just did that." She gasped, still overwhelmed as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her shorts were thoroughly stained through, no doubt completely ruined beyond any hope of repair. But she couldn't care less about that, it was finally over!

Stepping down from the treadmill, she was suddenly assaulted by the intense smell of her own shit.

"Oh my god, that's bad!" She coughed, chuckling a little at the ridiculousness of it all.

Looking back into one of the full-body mirrors she had set up in the workout area of her living room, Rainbow gasped as she was able to see the full brunt of the damage. Miraculously, none of it had managed to escape and make a bigger mess, but the same couldn't be said about her compression shorts. The bulge in the seat of her pants was huge, and due to the heavy brown stains that covered most of it, there would be no doubt as to what she'd done.

Rainbow Dash, the top athlete of the whole school, holder of an incredibly powerful magic geode, and a girl who hated showing any signs of weakness, had just purposefully pooped herself. Rainbow Smirked, shaking her rear and watching as the bulge swayed side to side.

She had liked doing it quite a bit...

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed this one, this is roughly as long as these things will typically get for future reference. Another is coming along so expect that sometime soon.

[EQG, Wallflower] An Accident Exhibitionist

Wallflower paused to take a deep breath, tilting her head up and closing her eyes as she tried to calm her shaky nerves. Both of the girl’s hands were clamped down on the shoulder straps of her backpack. She was preparing herself both mentally and physically for the task ahead.

This was really it. She was finally going to do it...

With an audible gulp, Wallflower reached out towards the door in front of her, hesitantly wrapping her trembling fingers around its cold metal knob. Gradually turning it until she heard a muffled click, Wallflower took in one last deep breath before leaning forward and pushing the classroom door wide open.

Striding as confidently as possible into her first-period class, she happened to be entering just as another student was in the midst of giving a presentation to the rest of the packed room. Standing up in front of the chalkboard, the young man didn't so much as stutter as she appeared.

In fact, not a single soul among all the students lazily watching his presentation so much as turned to see who had just shown up late. Even those sitting at the back, who would normally pounce on any opportunity to be distracted, didn't grant her even a passing glance.

A tingle ran down Wallflower's spine as she made her way slowly towards the middle-most aisle between the desks. She made an effort to walk right in front of the presenting student, and for the briefest of moments, she had directly crossed the sightlines of at least half the class. Her whole body shuddered as a tingle of arousal roared to life from her crotch.

Yet, the moment she was out of the way, not a single pair of eyes followed. She then made her way to her assigned desk in the center of the room. Not one person seemed in the least bit interested in the almost completely naked girl who had just casually walked across the classroom. Even their teacher, the infamous Mr. Doodle, had not yet called out Wallflower's egregious violation of the Canterlot High’s dress code.

Wearing nothing more than a rather skimpy pair of partially transparent black lace panties, she was leaving very little to the imagination. Her small yet perky breasts bounced lightly as Wallflower approached her desk, doing her best to control her breathing as she felt her exposed nipples stiffen.

Taking off her backpack and leaning it up against one of her desk's metal legs, she finally lowered her bare buttocks down onto the seat. The hard plastic felt cold, sending a chill racing up the naked girl’s spine that only sparked even goosebumps. It was only then that the gravity of what she was doing really hit her.

Another jolt of pleasure sparked between her thighs as a gitty excitement slowly rose within her. Part one of the plan had gone exactly as she hoped. Leaning over and reaching down into her backpack, Wallflower fished out the source of her apparent invisibility.

It was a round mossy stone, one engraved with strange mystic runes and currently emitting an ethereal green aura. She stared down at it for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she prayed that its effects wouldn't suddenly give out once she’d enacted the second and by far riskiest phase of her plan.

"Yes, yes, very good, now get back to your seat." Mr. Doodle's monotone voice droned as the student upfront finally finished giving his presentation.

"Alright, now who's going next, hm?" Mr. Doodle inquired as the boy walked back to his desk. "Are there any volunteers, or do I have to pick another victim?" He grumbled, eyes scanning the room for any raised hands.

Slowly, Wallflower forced her arm up into the air, face already burning as she now actively tried to draw attention to herself. Even then, it was at least a solid minute before he finally noticed her outstretched hand sticking up over the other student's heads.

"Hm? Oh, yes uhhh, Wallflower, was it?" He called out, barely even looking at her before glancing down at the seating chart on his desk. "Did you want to give your presentation now, or did you just need a 'drink of water' from the fountain down the hall?" He asked with an irritated sigh, clearly anticipating the latter answer.

"Y-yes, Mr. Doodle, I'm ready to p-present!" Wallflower chirped in reply, standing up quickly from her desk with the magic stone still clutched tightly in her hands.

Rolling his eyes, Mr. Doodle waved her up before sitting back down at his desk. Slowly walking up the aisle towards the front of the classroom, Wallflower could feel a few scattered eyes finally settling on her as various students picked up on her existence. Yet, just as with Mr. Doodle, not one of them reacted to her nudity.

She felt her stomach roll from a combination of intense anxiety and the rapidly intensifying arousal that moistened the gusset of her panties. Eventually reaching the front of the room, Wallflower closed her eyes and firmly squeezed the magic rock.

Instantly a green glowing wave of energy spread over the classroom, ensuring that the stone’s effects would last. Putting the rock down on the floor against the wall, she turned around to face the rest of her classmates. Her whole body froze as now about half of the class seemed to be staring right at her. Though she knew what the rock was capable of, the feeling of embarrassment and shame that pounded in her chest only intensified more with each moment.

"Um, h-hello everyone. M-my name is Wallflower Blush..." She stammered, blushing profusely as she struggled to finish her rehearsed introduction. “I-im sure that m-many of you are wondering w-why I am only wearing my p-panties to class today...”

“T-this is because my p-presentation is, um, is uh, about my... favorite f-fetish...” Wallflower continued, fumbling over her words as she forced them through her lips. “I... I like t-to....”

It was now that she realized the gravity of what she was about to do. She was about to reveal one of her deepest and dirtiest secrets. To an entire classroom full of people no less and many of whom she saw on a regular basis. They were all about to discover just how filthy and perverted she really was.

Her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears, Wallflower finally worked up the nerve to finish the not-so-subtle thesis and title of her 'presentation'.

"I like to shit myself!" Wallflower finally shouted, the words echoing over her audience as she instantly wished she could take back air used to create them.

Yet, even as she braced for the cacophony of laughter and disgust that would surely erupt from her classmates after such an announcement, it never came. Not a single person in the room seemed even the least bit surprised to hear her bizarre confession.

Desperate to fill the silence that followed before her heart could quite literally beat its way out of her chest, Wallflower cleared her dry throat and continued.

"S-so, uh, f-first, I will be d-demonstrating what I mean." She explained, palms cold and sweaty as she slowly turned around to face the chalkboard.

Face burning with the passion of a thousand suns, Wallflower took a moment to breather and widen her stance before finally bending over. Braced up against the chalkboard, she stuck her ass out towards the class. The tight fabric of her panties stretched to bridge the gap between her supple cheeks, just transparent enough to expose the sensitive hole normally tucked away between them. A dark wet line had also formed over the girl's virgin flower as sticky secretions bled through her underwear.

With labored breaths, Wallflower closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. Never once had she ever attempted to do something this crazy with the magic stone. The thought of it suddenly failing never left her mind. She doubted that she would ever truly recover from something like that happening. The risk was incredibly high, yet that only made her pussy throb even harder.

Adamant to get things moving before anything could go wrong, Wallflower refocused her attention on the one other thing that had been dominating her subconscious since this morning. There was an immense pressure looming within her bowels. She'd been holding it at bay for almost two full days, and now, all that built-up waste was ready to come out.

More than eager to oblige, Wallflower tentatively began relaxing her abdominal muscles little by little. Taking one last shuddering breath, a naughty grin started to spread across the girl’s face. One of her biggest fantasies was finally about to come true. She was really about to shit herself in front of the entire class.

Looking back over her shoulder, she gradually loosened the hold around her quivering anus.

*Pffffsst~*

Wallflower gasped as a short but powerful fart suddenly ripped through her anus, filling the interior of her panties with a burst of pungent fumes. This outburst was followed by another equally powerful fart shortly afterward, then another, and then another. Each one was increasingly more bassy and rotten smelling than the last as the buildup of gas in her system escaped. Before long, the entire room had become utterly saturated with the foul stench.

With the gas pocket out of the way, Wallflower felt her bowels shift. The dense and heavy mass impatiently waiting in her colon had finally started to move. Her anus bulged outward as a thick log pushed through her rectum, causing her cheeks to slightly part as her asshole expanded. At first, her anus struggled to accommodate the broad and bumpy head of the impending load, needing a bit more encouragement to make the final plunge down into her panties.

Wallflower grunted, pushing hard and wincing as the log finally emerged. Accompanied with wet crackling, the thick front of the turd slid out between her butt cheeks, smearing them with shit. Coming out more quickly now that the thickest section had been freed, the log quickly crashed into the seat of her unsuspecting underwear.

Pulling the already tight fabric away, a tall bulge formed. At its still-growing peak, the thick column supporting it had begun to make its mark on the delicate material. Wet and slimy residue seeped through the lacy panties, permanently staining them a muddy shade of brown.

*Hffft~*

A few particularly large pockets of gas sputtered out around the gradually tapering log, signaling it’s weakening as it struggled to extend the tall bulge any further. There was a wet snap as the more slender midsection finally broke, collapsing downward. Wallflower gasped as she felt her panties growing heavier and heavier with each passing second, sagging down beneath her messy ass cheeks and nestling up against the back of her thighs.

The stretched leg holes of her underwear created a perfect window inside, exposing the densely packed layers of poop taking up every crack and crevice it can find. Wallflower moaned as, by now, it had even begun to seep over the top of panties and up through the gusset, spreading the messy filth all across her crotch.

It seemed like an age had passed by the time the rush of softer poop finally slowed. By now, Wallflower could hardly think straight. Her mind felt numb from the intense combination of pleasure and relief, and she could hardly believe what she had just done.

Panting breathlessly, she remained in the same bent over position for almost a full minute before she eventually turned her head around to gazed back at the class. It was almost as if she hadn't done anything at all. None of them had so much as changed expression, with the only indication that something had changed being one person in the front that was waving away the oddly strong odor away from his nose.

The smell of poop was intense and it dominated anything else in the room with ease. Shuddering as she stood back up, Wallflower moaned again as the mound of shit in her panties finally settled and the last of her load slithered through her anus. Reaching back, she pulled up the drooping backside of her underwear, stifling a sharp gasp as she felt the contents smush up against her.

“Oh my g-god, I actually just did that...” Wallflower sighed hysterically, pussy throbbing from the realization. “I just fucking shit myself in front of the class~ ”

It hardly seemed real. But it was, and that fact was driving her pussy absolutely crazy. She was already despereate to cum, having already come close to doing so while pushing out the monster now resting in her underwear. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, she bit her bottom lip. She didn’t have much time left.

“I-im done with my presentation, Mr Doodle!” She quickly asserted.

“Hm? Oh, yes sure, good work.” He grumbled absentmindedly, waving her back in the direction of her desk as he crossed her name off on a piece of paper.

“U-um, actually sir, I’d like to go to the bathroom. I-” She began, stopping as a naughty idea suddenly came to mind. “-I did make a really big smelly mess in my panties, after all~” She finished, turning to show off the huge bulge.

“Yea, ahuh, sure thing Wallflower... *Ahem*, Alright who’s next then...” He mumbled, scanning the class as Wallflower quickly gathered her magic rock off the floor and threw on her backpack.

There was a fresh change of clothes inside, so by the time she got back, no one would be any the wiser. Hopefully the janitor wouldn’t think much of the smelly new addition to the girl’s bathroom garbage can that she was on her way to deposit~.

The bulge hanging from her butt jiggled and wobbled as she made her way back towards the classroom door. Though she planned on having the rest of her fun in the girl’s bathroom, she was unable to resist letting one of her hands slip down into the messy front of her panties now. Muffling a moan as a few of her fingers dove between her folds, she bit her lip excitedly and left the room, still masturbating in her soiled panties as she wandered the school hallways in search of a bathroom.

As the door slammed shut behind her, a strange sensation washed over those in the room as the bag containing the magical rock vanished from the room. Not long after there were several shouts of disgust as the assault on the other student’s sinuses was suddenly noticed.

“Woah, the hell?! Did somebody just take a dump in their pants or something?” One of the students in the back exclaimed, pinching his nose...

Author's Note

This one isn’t my favorite I’ve done, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless. Though I was surprised to discover not a single use of the memory stone in any other scat or watersports related stuff, at least as far as I’m aware.

[Pony, Pear Butter] One Desperate Pear

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...

[Pony, Fluttershy] A Poopy Holiday Poem

Author's Note

I wrote a poem!

...I think? This was a random little idea I had recently, I hope that I did it right. I wanted to put something special out for you guys on Christmas, so here it is! I'm no poet and am mostly going off of my high-school knowledge and some googling, but I did my best! I hope you enjoy it regardless and happy holidays to all!

[Pony, Fluttershy] A Poopy Holiday Poem

At the edge of Ponyville, stood a small little cottage house.
Inside it was a myriad of different sleeping animals and even one mouse.
But rather than snoring and slumbering, one mare remained awake.
Sweet dreams were not something that this shy pegasus was preparing to make.

Instead, Fluttershy was lying comfortably on top of her bedspread.
She sighed as she rests on her stomach, not feeling the slightest bit of dread.
But, from within the blanket currently wrapped around her barrel, it was quite an odd sight.
Her flanks were being held together by a pair of panties that were both silky smooth and white.

The skimpy undergarment squeezed her plot firmly and tight.
From between them, two noticeable bulges protruded with all their might.
Round and slightly quivering, her ponut was very profound.
At the same time underneath it, her marehood winked without a sound.

Already aroused and horny, her excitement wasn't without good reason.
For, she had something very naughty indeed planned for this lonely winter season.
Feeling quite bloated and full, her bowels were grumbling and groaning.
She'd soon relieve them though, and very soon after, she'd likely be loudly moaning.

For the moment, however, her panties remained pristine and clean.
That would not last long though, as her last meal had contained many a bean.
Relaxing just a little bit right now, Fluttershy felt a sudden release.
A foul trumpeting sound had just disturbed the otherwise quiet peace.

Warm air flooded into the mare's underwear as a result, causing her to blush.
Meanwhile, within her anus waited an impatient mountain of solid brown mush.
Her brief fart had not gone without its consequences though.
The dampness she felt in the seat of her panties only continued to grow.

She was in desperate need of a toilet, something Fluttershy was well aware of.
It likely wouldn't take much to make her bowels move either, perhaps just a little shove?
Her marehood winked again at the thought while her body prepared to push.
She was ready now, read to completely and utterly soil her cute little panty-clad tush.

With one final surge of pressure, a single hoof slid down underneath her belly.
At the same time, her asshole slowly widened, revealing something incredibly smelly.
With slow circular motions, Fluttershy began to pleasure herself.
Inside her horny mind, all she could think was: "I'm going to poop myself!"

In fact, not a moment later, her claim was redeemed.
A thick log was slowly emerging, so stinky, it almost steamed.
Like a tent, Fluttershy's panties started to bulge.
She'd been waiting a long time for a special time to indulge.

Letting out a pleasureful moan, she felt her underwear tighten.
Meanwhile, the flush of blood rushing to her cheeks continued to brighten.
Like the sturdy column of a temple, the log continued to slide out.
There was plenty more behind it through, that was without a doubt.

It soon became apparent that her panties would not be able to hold it all.
The heavy load she was now dumping inside of them felt pretty far from small.
Eventually, the fabric's resistance became more than the log could handle.
It would have to adapt if it wanted to continue with this naughty soiling scandal.

With an audible crackle, the middle of the log suddenly snapped.
This allowed more poop to keep coming out, though it was still trapped.
With more crackly farts, several smooth turds slithered out through Fluttershy's dirty ponut.
Coiling up over each other, the mess continued to get bigger and bigger, mounting against her butt.

Each time her anus would widen, she'd feel it creeping up through her crack.
Right now, she'd give almost anything for somepony to give her buns a firm smack~.
She could feel sticky poop smushing against her marehood as she continued to rub it.
Fluttershy almost couldn't believe that she was really producing this much creamy shit.

But as all good things must eventually end, so was her latest 'accidental' bowel movement.
She was still quite happy with the results, though, the mess in her panties was a vast improvement.
With a few more wet farts, the last of her final log slipped free of her now empty colon.
Yet still, she continued pleasuring herself through the logs that made her panties look so swollen.

Her pleasure reached new heights as her thoughts were becoming clouded.
All she could think about was how the inside of her underwear became so overcrowded.
With one last stroke, Fluttershy came, prompting a cry of pleasure from her muzzle.
With gasping breaths, she imagined a cock stuffed down her throat, dumping its load for her to guzzle.

Legs trembling from the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, her vision started to fade.
The bulge in her panties was so heavy, she could only imagine how much it all weighed.
Head falling into her awaiting pillow, Fluttershy fell asleep like the rest of her animal friends.
Unlike the rest of them, once she woke up in the morning, she'd have quite the mess to cleanse.

[EQG, Pinkie Pie] Accident In Aisle Eight

Author's Note

Though it is technically unrelated, this chapter could be considered a kind of sequel to one of my other stories, Pinkie's Messy Walk.

[EQG, Pinkie Pie] Accident In Aisle Eight

Pinkie Pie wasn't sure she had ever felt more nervous before in her entire life.

The normally bubbly, outgoing, and energetic pink girl now stood alone and silent in the middle of a long shopping aisle, with her arms crossed awkwardly over her chest as she leaned up against a concrete pole that extended down from the ceiling. She was constantly checking either entrance to the aisle, all the while attempting to appear as casual and unsuspicious as she could in case someone happened to wander by. Unfortunately, it was a little challenging to keep composed while in her current getup.

She was wearing one of her older sleeveless white tank-tops which felt very tight as the thin fabric strained to bridge the substantial gap between her large and quite perky breasts. The visible lack of any kind of bra underneath was also apparent to see due to the prominent indentations poking out from her nipples.

Though, that wasn't the part that necessarily had her on edge. Her somewhat revealing top was paired with a scandalously short microskirt which barely stretched down far enough to hide most of her supple, round ass cheeks. Bending over even slightly would completely expose the cute little blue and white striped panties she had on under it, as well as the well-defined outlines of both her vulva and anus.

Yet despite all of this, her skimpy choice of clothing for this particular visit to the store was still not the primary source of Pinkie's anxiety. That instead came from what exactly she had come here to do in said outfit. Unlike every other person in the store right now, she had no intentions of shopping or working a shift. No, she had a far naughtier motive for visiting her local superstore today. One that, if she were not careful, could easily land her in a lot of trouble and more than a fair share of shame and embarrassment...

For what seemed like the millionth time, Pinkie quickly scanned the open space above the aisle for any of the orb-like cameras that hung around the store. Once she the naughty deed was done, it could technically be passable as having been a genuine accident but were she to be spotted in the act, there'd be little doubt that it was very much on purpose.

What was she planning to do? What could so deeply unnerve a girl who normally would feel little shame walking around in public looking like this? Well, in essence, it was actually quite simple. She was going to poop in her panties.

As bizarre as that might sound to the average person, that was indeed her reason for coming here today. In the past, using her own underwear as a toilet had always been a massive turn-on, but up until this point, she'd only ever indulged in her messy fetish while in private or at least at little risk of being found out. And certainly never in an outfit this revealing or in a place this public...

Yet, over the past few months, she'd become obsessed with finding new and more thrilling ways to enjoy her favorite taboo past time, edging closer and closer to the public eye with each 'accident.' The intense thrill of potentially being caught while indulging in her dirty fetish was something she had come to crave. And so, after much debating, she finally decided to do it. Right here, in the middle of CanterMart.

Almost every little detail had been planned out, from what times the store was at it's least busy, to her escape route once she'd successfully filled her panties. So far, everything was going as planned, and not a single person in the store was any the wiser to what she was about to do. Even wearing something this saucy, she'd failed to draw too much attention from those who did spot her on her way to this specific aisle.

Why this aisle? Well, one of the more difficult roadblocks to overcome had been the many security cameras scattered around the store. Customarily tasked with recording any potential shoplifters in the act, they could easily ruin her plan. With them being so high up, they likely wouldn't be able to see the results of her naughty act, though watching her do it would probably look pretty suspicious.

Yet, even so, she was thankfully able to find one specific aisle in the whole store that was entirely out of view of all of them. Better yet, it was one that rarely ever got visited, being stocked with random nick-nacks and items that a majority of people usually had little to no interest in buying. It was the perfect place for her to fill her underwear to the brim with shit.

Of course, once she'd had her 'accident,' she would need to quickly get out of here and get back to her car in the parking lot. Along the way, she'd inevitably be forced to cross through the sightlines of a few cameras, though hopefully whoever was watching them wouldn't take much notice of the skimpily dressed girl darting by wearing poop-filled panties.

Taking a deep breath, Pinkie tried to calm down her racing heart rate, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on the here and now.

'Come on Pinkie! You've got this!' She thought, trying to wash away the mountain of worry that was keeping her tensed up and antsy. Though she hadn't gone to the bathroom for a few days in preparation for today, she'd still struggle to get anywhere like this.

After looking around one last time and giving an audible gulp, Pinkie slowly turned around so that she was facing the concrete pillar that she'd been leaning against. Bending forward slightly, she slowly spread her legs apart. This caused her skirt to ride up a bit and expose her still pristine panties. This was it. It was truly now or never.

Her pussy was already wet from anticipation as her juices soaked through the front of her underwear. The intense heat between her legs was almost unbearable as she resisted the urge to start touching herself. Taking one last deep breath, Pinkie could feel the wall of solid waste pressing up against the inside of her anus, begging to be let out. It likely wouldn't take much to coax it out either as she'd been desperate to go for a while now and already almost had a genuine accident earlier this morning.

Closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip, Pinkie slowly started to relax her tightly clenched anus. Grunting softly as she tensed her bowel muscles, nothing seemed to happen at first. But then, she felt her waste begin to move. Her breath hitched as she felt her anus widening rapidly, making room for the girthy head of a massive log of shit which peaked out from within her puckered rim.

*Crackle, Frrpt!*

Balancing delicately on the point of no return, Pinkie gulped hard before giving one last decisive push. She gasped as the dense and bumpy turd finally started to emerge, slithering out slowly from her hole. She moaned quietly as it's thick length squeezed out through the rim of her sensitive anus, stretching it wider and wider.

Unable to resist reaching back with her right hand, Pinkie let it glide down over the smooth round curves of her ass, only to freeze as she felt the once sunken seat of her panties suddenly push up against her palm. A squishy warmth bloomed under her hand as her underwear was tented outwards from her cheeks.

*Ftpcchkt!*

The fabric stretched out as far as it could in an effort to keep the incoming log contained, revealing the still-growing brown column through the leg holes of her panties. As the fabric's resistance grew too much, the protrusion finally collapsed, falling down as more poop began slithering out of her at a much more rapid rate. It coiled and bundled up over itself inside her bulging underwear, smooshing and spreading up through her crack.

When the seemingly neverending log finally ended, tapering off from Pinkie's now quite filthy anus, she was left breathless and unable to move. Her eyes were wide as the heat of arousal emanating between her legs was far more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before. It felt like a massive pile of warm squishy clay was being pressed up against her, but as sticky mush was pushed through her crack and even began to seep up into the front of her panties, eliciting a muffled moan from Pinkie.

'I really did it!' She thought, feeling giddy as she finally musted the strength to push herself up from the pole to stand up straight.

With one hand still resting on the apex of the enormous bulge in her panties, she cautiously felt around its bumpy surface just as the pungent smell finally reached her nose. The realization of what, and even more so where, she'd just done suddenly hit her like a freight train. Though instead of filling her with feelings of shame or embarrassment, powerful shockwaves of arousal coursed all throughout her body. It took just about everything she had to not immediately force her free hand down into her crotch to stroke herself to a climactic finish right then and there.

But no, she needed to get out of here first. It would be far too risky to try anything when anyone could happen upon her at any moment. And while now she could maybe pass her bulging underwear off as the result of an accident, she couldn't afford to let anyone see just how wet the front of her panties were right now.

Quickly turning to check the entrances of the aisle, Pinkie was relieved to see that no one had come across her. With a heated sigh, she pulled her right hand away from the huge protrusion in her underwear, though not before giving it a playful little squeeze first. She'd definitely be having some more fun with it once she got out of here~.

Remembering the route she'd planned out ahead of time, Pinkie slowly made her way towards one end of the aisle, all the while she relished the feeling of the warm bulge brushing up against the back of her inner thighs as she walked. It was a constant reminder of the naughty thing she'd just done, and she loved it.

Reaching the end of the aisle, she peered out into the gap between shopping sections, almost forgetting to try not to look suspicious as she looked around for cameras. She knew a few would be able to see her as she made her way across the store towards the exit, but with no other potential witnesses anywhere in sight, she decided to make her move.

With a burst of speed, Pinkie darted across the gap between the aisle and the maze of clothing racks and shelves which made up the women's clothing area. Her heart raced a mile a minute as she quickly checked around but was relieved to see that she hadn't been spotted by anybody. She would need to cut straight through the center of women's clothing in order to avoid the more busy parts of the store.

With a gulp, she spared a glance up at one of the cameras before making her way between the many racks of clothing that thankfully shielded the lower half of her body. A few minutes of carefully making her way through the various racks of clothing, Pinkie was relieved to see one of her planned 'checkpoints' up ahead. It was one of those small changing room areas scattered throughout all the clothing areas in the store. She'd finally have a chance to stop and catch her breath inside one of them! Assuming that they weren't already occupied.

In fact, there would likely be a full-body mirror that would allow her to get a better look at herself...

Getting a little overexcited, Pinkie hastily ran across a small gap between two shelves before dashing through the curtains of one of the changing booths. Thankfully, there hadn't been anybody in it already.

The moment that the small booth's entrance flaps fell closed behind her, Pinkie let out a massive sigh of relief. Looking around, she suddenly gasped as she found herself standing side-ways onto a full-length mirror. Her eyes immediately flicked down to the incredibly obvious oblong bulge that was jutting out from under the rim of her tiny skirt. The once blue and white striped panties were stained brown at the peak of the protrusion too, making it nearly impossible to mistake what she'd done in them.

Anyone who saw her like this would instantly know that she'd pooped in her panties.

Unable to resist, one of her hands drifted down and pressed a few of her fingers over her pussy, forcing her to quickly stifle a loud moan as she realized how drenched with her juices the front of her underwear had become.

'Maybe... maybe I could just give it a few little teases in here~' She thought, slowly slipping one of her fingers up under the taut fabric covering her pussy.

"Pinkie Pie? Is that you in there?" A girl's voice suddenly called from just outside the booth, causing Pinkie's heart to skip a beat as she recognized the voice of one of her closest friends. "Hello? Darling, are you there?"

Pinkie was almost tempted to just stay silent but eventually decided to give a shaky reply.

"Y-yes, Rarity?" She answered back, gulping nervously as she realized that the only thing between them was two lengths of fabric that hung from the doorway.

"Ah, I thought it was you! My, when you sped past a moment ago, I thought for sure I recognized that pink blur, ha." Rarity laughed. "I must say though, I am a bit surprised to see you here today. Were you looking for something to wear?" She asked curiously.

"Y-yep! That's what I was doing! N-nothing else!" Pinkie yelped back awkwardly, thankful that Applejack wasn't around to instantly see through her lie.

"Oh, well, of course. So, ah, what are you trying on in there any- Ough!" Rarity suddenly gasped mid-sentence. "Oh my goodness, gracious!" She exclaimed, her tone of voice shifting as it was clear she was now pinching her nose. "I'm terribly sorry Pinkie but I, unfortunately, seem to have caught wind of something truly awful." Pinkie felt a droplet of cold sweat rolling down her spine as she knew all too well what the young fashionista was talking about.

She needed to think of a way to get out of here fast, or at least find some way to cause a distraction! Being seen after an 'accident' by a stranger was one thing, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle one of her best friends seeing her like this!

"Ough, you- *cough* -you'll have to excuse me for a moment, Pinkie Pie. I think I need some f-fresh air," Rarity gagged, followed quickly by the sound of her footsteps racing away.

Seeing her chance, Pinkie poked her head out through the curtains, just in time to see the fashionista racing off in the direction of the bathrooms before disappearing. She felt terrible, knowing all to well that most people didn't enjoy the pungent aroma as much as she did. She made a mental note to bring an apology cupcake the next time they met, preferably at a time when she didn't have a big pile of smelly poop sagging from the seat of her panties.

Thankfully, her planned exit route was not in the same direction that Rarity fled, allowing her to dart out of the booth and start making her way through the latter half of the women's clothing area. After this, she'd almost be home free. All that would remain was a quick trip through the candy aisle and then she'd need to make one last run for the front doors. With how little business the store usually had around this time, there likely wouldn't be that many people coming in or out that could see her.

Finally reaching the edge of the women's clothing section of the store, ironically enough in the underwear area, Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief. She could see the main doors now, and with the exception of a close scare with Rarity, things had so far been going just according to plan.

The rush of excitement and tension that came with rounding each corner was driving her pussy crazy, but unfortunately, she still had a little ways to go before she could safely make a break for her car.

Peering out from between two racks of fancy lingerie, Pinkie felt her heart sink as she saw the size of the gap that stood between her and the start of the adjacent candy aisle. It seemed so much wider now than while scouting it out...

Only once she passed through that aisle would she be close enough to make a run for the exit without a high risk of being caught out in the open. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be anybody in the aisle right now. However, from her current position, she couldn't fully see down either side of the lane she needed to cross without revealing herself too much to one side or the other. While it didn't seem like there was anyone there, they could easily be just out of view.

Pinkie gulped nervously as she reached back to cup the poop-filled bulge hanging down past her skirt, wincing as she realized that there'd be no way to hide it if she was spotted.

"Come on Pinkie, you can do this!!" She chanted quietly to herself, trying desperately to build up the courage she needed.

Checking to the best of her abilities that the coast was clear, she counted down in her head, preparing to sprint across the gap. Maybe if she was fast enough, just like with Rarity, anyone who was there might not notice her?

'3... 2... 1!'

Like a gunshot, she launched out from between the two racks, bridging the gap between her and the candy aisle in only a couple seconds. Immediately ducking into the aisle, she pressed herself up against one side, breaths rapid. After a few moments, she built up the courage to peer out around the corner. She was relieved to see that, as she'd hoped, there hadn't been anyone there to see her.

Her heart felt as if it was going to burst out of her chest, and she could feel a few drops of arousal rolling down the inner parts of her legs.

"Whew, alright Pinkie, you're almost there!" She mumbled, clutching her chest as she tried to slow her breathing. Unfortunately, she couldn't stay here for long, lest she arouses any suspicion from anyone watching the cameras.

Turning back, she quickly made her way down the aisle, again thankful for her luck as she was able to reach the end without being seen. The exit was a clear shot from here, but... even while sprinting, it would still leave her exposed for a few seconds. Once she got through those automatic glass doors, she'd be home free. Already, she could faintly see her car sitting in the mostly empty parking lot outside.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared for the final stretch. She could already imagine herself, a skimpily dressed pink girl sprinting for the exit, a huge bumpy protrusion hanging past her skirt and jiggling wildly with her every step. Her pussy quivered as the image was burned into her mind, begging for attention as the intensely aroused side of her mind secretly hoped that she'd be caught.

Then something wet brushed up against the back of her right leg.

"Eep!" Pinkie yelped, swirling around, expecting to find someone standing right behind her.

But rather than a person, she was instead met the curious muzzle of a familiar-looking pooch. It was a dog from her neighborhood, panting with its tongue out as it stared up at her excitedly, his tail wagging back and forth.

"W-wha?" Pinkie mumbled in confusion, looking back behind the dog as she notices that it was dragging around a leash that lay a few feet behind it.

"Sammy! Where are you, Sammy?!" A woman's voice called out from a few aisles down, likely the dog's owner. And she was getting closer. Turning back around, Pinkie peered out from the aisle again, biting her lip as she saw a few people had just entered the store.

She gasped as suddenly she felt a wet little nose shove itself up under her skirt as the dog investigated the odd smell that coming from this nervous girl's bulging underwear.

"No, no, bad doggy!" She whispered urgently, trying to push him away.

"Sammy? Where'd ya go, pup?" The woman called again, clearly from the next row over. She had to go now or else she'd be caught! But people were still around the exit doors!

The final straw was drawn as Pinkie heard footsteps rounding the corner at the other end of the aisle. With a burst of speed, she bolted for the exit of the store. She prayed that the dog wouldn't follow her as she stared straight ahead, feeling as if everyone around surely was staring right at her.

What was really only a few seconds felt like hours as Pinkie finally reached the automatic glass doors. Bouncing in place impatiently, she was forced to endure the roaring heat between her legs as she waited a couple of seconds for the doors to open. Her face felt so hot as she imagined every person in the store standing behind her, staring down at the evidence of her naughty deed.

The moment that the doors opened enough for her to fit through, she was gone, sprinting out into the parking lot at full throttle. She felt her already rapid breathing quicken as she found herself sprinting past a family who all looked at her oddly as she bolted past them. Pinkie didn't know if they noticed, but she felt like they had to have. Up ahead, she could see her car, parked partially behind a large pickup truck.

The moment she reached it, Pinkie ducked down between the two vehicles. Squatting behind the large truck, she finally took a moment to collect herself, heart thumping loudly in her ears as she panted as if she'd just run a marathon. It was over, she'd done it.

Had anyone really found out? She wasn't sure, but the heat and pleasure radiating outward from her crotch was almost too much to bear. Already a small clear puddle was forming beneath her as the front of her panties dripped with her juices. All the while, she could feel her mess balled up underneath her, the mental image this produced finally forcing her to drive both her hands down to start rapidly stroking her needy pussy.

"Ah~!" She inhaled sharply, her whole body trembling as her touch sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling from her clit.

She was already on the verge of cumming, but she'd need one last thing to finally push her over the edge. Standing up quickly, she leaned forward to pull open her car door, revealing the driver seat, pre-wrapped in a thin layer of clear plastic. Ducking down, she clambered carefully into her car, all the while keeping one hand pressed against her pussy, making her whole body spasm whenever the tip of one of her fingers grazed her inner lips.

Finally, she turned and slammed the car door shut behind herself, the noises of the outdoors immediately silencing as she was left with the intense heat of her own arousal. Her ass hovered almost a foot over the seat, the poop-filled protrusion in her panties hanging down towards it as if it knew what she was about to do.

Slowly, she began to ease herself down into the seat, gasping as she felt the peak of the bulge make contact. As she continued to sit down, she gasped as the densely packed poop inside her underwear start to squish and spread out from her weight coming down on it.

Soft poop began oozing out through the leg holes of her panties as the pressure grew to be too much for her underwear to handle, smearing her cheeks with brown filth. This proved to be the final straw for Pinkie, practically throwing her over her limit as she felt a massive rush of pleasure surge from her pussy.

"Aaah!" She cried out, biting her bottom lip hard as she rode the enormous pleasure high, convulsing as her hand continued to stroke and toy with her quivering pussy. Waves of intense pleasure continued to roll across her body, each one forcing a moan from Pinkie's strained lips. Eventually, the waves slowly grew less powerful until finally, she went limp in her messy seat.

Reclined in a pile of her own shit and wearing a thoroughly ruined pair of panties, Pinkie fell back against the headrest. That was easily the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt in her entire life.

"B-best... shopping t-trip... EVER!" She gasped, a broad smile spreading across her face as she bathed in the smelly afterglow stuffing her car.

She failed to notice a certain curious canine sniffing along the ground as it approached her car, it's owner scrambling after it as they approached the pink vehicle and its smelly inhabitant...