A Breach of Code [Scat]

by TheHungerTrain

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Profanity, Spitfire, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 1500

Rainbow Dash and Spitfire shit in the shower.

After a long day of practice, Rainbow Dash and Spitfire shower off together, only to have a farting contest that ends with them relieving themselves in the shower.
(Warning: EFRO - just watching farts, piss, and poop; no extreme stuff this time.)

Published 2020-07-31 03:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-31 03:00:00 UTC

A Breach of Code

Air raced past Rainbow Dash as she flew in the center of a diamond formation with the Wonderbolts. A cloudless, hot summer’s day, the wind felt good as she followed Spitfire’s lead. Looking closely at Spitfire’s plot, Rainbow Dash could just see the gentle outline of Spitfire’s suit outlining her nethers; and Dash could feel her own pussy tingle at seeing Spitfire’s donut under her cling-film like flight suit.

After practice ended, Rainbow Dash trotted straight to the showers. Turning the squeaky handle with her hoof, she waited for the water to warm up. As she undressed, she felt her flight suit peel away from her sweaty fur. As Rainbow Dash stepped into the steamy water, she saw her captain Spitfire walk to the shower head right next to her.

Rainbow Dash could hardly keep her eyes off of her leader’s form as she almost sensuously undressed. She was beautiful. The subtly rippling muscle beneath her butter-colored coat was a nice sight for sore eyes. Dash struggled to keep her focus off Spitfire’s body as she entered the shower as well.

Rainbow Dash’s gut provided a convenient distraction for her. The rumbling of her stomach was loud enough for even Spitfire to hear, eliciting a raspy whimper from Dash. “Heh, I take it the Wonderbolts cookout isn’t agreeing with you either?” Spitfire’s sentence was punctuated with her own stomach-quake.

“Ugh, yeah,” Rainbow Dash moaned. “Come on, why’d it have to wait until after I got in the shower?”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have eaten so many hayburgers. Wasn’t a good idea to eat so much and then continue drill-”

A loud, airy and bassy fart roared out of Rainbow Dash’s hole, cutting off her captain’s sentence as she lost a moment of control over her bowels. Her blast reverberated off of the hard shower walls, lending an echo to its roar. Rainbow Dash’s cheeks burned at her accidental “release” in front of her leader, only getting worse as the steam spread it faster.

Spitfire gave a hearty laugh, “Ha! That was a good one, Dash, but I think you’re a little outgunned here.” Spitfire raised her hindleg and gave a little grunt. Spitfire ripped a loud, brassy fart with no shame, it’s acoustics like a broken trombone as it bounced off the walls. Her fumes mingled with Rainbow Dash’s, spread far and wide in the locker room from the streamy atmosphere of the showers.

Rainbow Dash’s embarrassment at her own flatus melted away as Spitfire ripped hers. She gave a stifled cough at the overwhelming scent of their farts. “Heh, good one, ma’am, but you haven’t seen what I can do when I’m actually trying.”

“Trying to beat your captain at her own game, huh? You can certainly bark, Rainbow Dash, but let’s see if you can bite.”

Rainbow Dash shifted her weight to her haunches and raised her tail. A violent hurricane of her anal winds blustered out of her ass, her deep blue hole practically shaking from her fart. After her solid 3 second blast, she quipped to Spitfire, “Ha! How’s that for a bite?”

“Not bad, Dash,” Spitfire smirked. “Not good enough.” Spitfire swung up her leg and propped herself against the shower wall, with her butt facing Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash watched in awe and with a tinge of lust as she saw Spitfire’s flaxen ponut swell and erupt with a violent, stinky wind. Her gust shifted the path of the falling shower water as it fell past her. The smell of her gas impacted Rainbow Dash’s nose with fury.

A determined sneer made its way across Rainbow Dash’s face as she recoiled from the smell. Driven by their own wills to best each other, Spitfire and Rainbow Dash traded salvo after salvo of their farts, each determined to fart louder and stink up the hot, steamy locker room better than the other. Eventually, the mares had reached a stalemate, neither willing to admit the other had beaten them. They stood panting from the effort, despite how thick and soupy the air had become from their combined flatus.

“Come on, Dash, just admit it, I’ve got the better farts.”

“No way. You’re dreaming if you think you’ve got better farts than me.”

“Sweet Celestia, Dash, you’re so stubborn. I’ve clearly got-” Spitfire cut her sentence off as she felt the pressure in her gut suddenly become solid. “Oh… dammit, I’ve gotta shit.”

Rainbow Dash felt the same pressure in her. She looked at the drain; if Spitfire’s dump was anything like hers was going to be, it was more than more than large enough to support a few creamy turds. She saw Spitfire take her first steps towards the toilet stall before she stopped her. “Wait!” Rainbow Dash had a nervous tambre in her voice, “W-why don’t we just shit in the shower, save the effort?”

Spitfire looked back at Rainbow Dash with a look of confusion and shock, “What do you mean, ‘just shit in the shower’?”

“Y-you know, just… ‘do our business’ right on the shower floor. The grates are really loose, so we can just take off the grate and put it back after we wash it down.”

“No way, the head office would have my head if they found out we did that.”

Rainbow Dash rubbed her mane in embarrassment, “I mean… I’ve done it before… and it turned out okay. Plus, we’re the only ones in here. All the other Bolts must’ve gone to the barracks for the night.”

Spitfire stood there with a contemplative look on her face. With the pressure rapidly building, releasing a few wet, pressure releasing farts, Spitfire didn’t have much time to weigh her options. Deciding to save herself the effort of sitting on the toilet while sopping wet, Spitfire agreed to Dash’s proposition, “Fine, let’s do this.”

They both took the grates off of the drains, Rainbow Dash asking, “Ready?”

Spitfire nodded and sarcastically replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” They stood with their plots facing the shower wall. Both mares pissed in unison, Rainbow Dash surreptitiously, intentionally watching Spitfire’s stream, the color of her coat, hit the floor. Rainbow Dash’s piss was a lot darker, almost golden as its wisps circled around the drain.

Bladders empty, the mares focused on the more important task at hand. They both shifted their weight on their haunches. Rainbow held in her own movement for a brief moment to focus on Spitfire’s. Spitfire raised her tail and let out one last wet and bubbly fart before she did the deed.

Spitfire’s asshole slightly swelled before the chocolate brown head of her waste poked out. Spitfire’s soft, creamy turds came out with a few small crackles of trapped gas and broke off in segments before hitting the shower floor with a barely audible “plop”.

Before long, Spitfire had left a decent pile of her soft turds, just firm enough to hold their shape. Rainbow Dash, caught up in watching her captain relieve herself in the shower, had completely forgotten to start her own dump. Rainbow Dash practiced what she preached and let out a small toot before she pooped as well.

Rainbow Dash had maybe overestimated the structural integrity of her shit. Her dump was a lot more audible, exiting with a loud bout of crackling from the trapped gas as it piled up in a sloppy yellow hill beneath her. Her shit made wet plops as it slapped into the floor and itself; and it was just soft enough that it slowly deflated and the pile spread out, leaving thick, muddy streaks in the water.

Rainbow Dash let out a quick sigh of relief. Both of the mares felt much better with their newly-emptied stomachs. The shower grates were easy to remove and they shoved their piles over to the drain with their hooves. Spitfire had a much easier time pushing it over, but had to squish her waste down the drain even without the grate; while Rainbow Dash’s work was focused on wiping the streaks from the pile away after pushing it over the drain.

After their shit had been fully washed down the shower drains, they replaced the grates; and Rainbow turned to Spitfire, “See? Wasn’t that so much easier than slipping and sliding on a toilet?”

“Heh, yeah, it was.” Spitfire grinned, “Easier to clean up too.”

Both mares wiped their dirty ponuts under the shower, letting the steamy water melt away the evidence of their dirtiness. Spitfire turned to Rainbow Dash, “Might have to do this more often, if you’ll do it with me.”

Rainbow Dash was pleasantly shocked at Spitfire’s offer, “Y-yeah, I’d like that… a lot.” They turned off the shower heads and grabbed their towels. After they dried off, they walked wing-in-wing until they had to part ways to separate barracks. Rainbow lied in her bunk, feeling the blush of sincere joy warm her cheeks as she had found a new way of bonding with her captain.