Her Smell

Gallus was anxious. Eyes down, he idly watched his claws click against the stone floor as he walked. Normally, he'd fly, but his mind was too distracted, and he'd crashed into other fliers enough to have learned his lesson.

He had fairly thick skin and usually didn't mind what others thought of him, but Counselor Starlight had a bit of a judgmental streak sometimes. How much could he tell her? Definitely not everything. But even telling her the bare minimum might be difficult.

Yeah, just gonna need you to cast a spell on my balls or something so I don't cum uncontrollably in class, he thought. It sure didn't sound like a conversation either of them would enjoy, and the awkwardness was already almost palpable.

He was on a soft rug now, and he dug his claws lightly into the material, pulling at it enough to produce a satisfying feeling of small strands ripping without causing visible damage. It helped ease his mind a bit.

Starlight's office was close.

The first thing Gallus saw was that the sign on her door was flipped over to "In Session -- Please Wait." He sighed and curled up on a nearby cushion, using a blanket to make it into a little nest.

He rested, then, going over possible scenarios with Starlight in his mind and thinking of ways he could word his problem without sounding like he was playing a joke on her.

When the door opened, he heard a cheerful "Byyyeee, Counselor Starlight!" and was surprised to see Silverstream leaving the office.

"Hey, Silverstream," Gallus said nonchalantly.

She made eye contact with him, and she stopped in her tracks.

"Gallus!" she said, adopting a very forced smile. "What are you, um… I mean… gotta go, see ya!"

He called after her as she ran off, but she pretended not to hear, and was around the corner and gone.

"Next!" Starlight shouted from her office.

Just as Gallus began to stand up, he got a noseful of Silverstream's stink emanating from her.

How did I not notice it before? he wondered, looking longingly at the corner she had disappeared beyond. He imagined a green trail floating behind her, marking where she had walked.

"Anypony out there?" Starlight called. "Er, I mean, anycreature. Hello? Gallus, I can see you."

"Oh!" Gallus said. On a whim, he made a decision. "Yeah. Never mind!"

"Can you flip the sign..." Starlight tried to ask, but her voice was already too far away to hear as Gallus hurried after Silverstream.

Swiveling his head back and forth like a dog's wagging tail, he sniffed the air and followed his nose. With class still in session, the halls were empty, and despite the school having excellent air flow, the trail was as easy to follow as a line drawn on the ground. It was potent. Heavy, like thick raincloud, but concentrated to where she had been.

And in the end, Gallus was brought to…

"The bathroom?" he asked aloud. Hadn't she just gone? This one was one of the school's public bathrooms, and wasn't equipped with showers.

He nudged at the door with his face, easing it open until the same smell hit him, making his eyes sting.

There was loud coughing and retching, and then Sandbar came around the privacy partition, making Gallus move back.

"Eck! Blagh! Gallus?" Sandbar said as he exited, gulping lungfuls of fresh air. "Don't go in there! I don't know who it was, but somecreature just came in and totally blew it up. Agh, Celestia, I can taste it on my tongue."

"Oh, okay," Gallus said. "I'll just, uh, wait, then."

The door opened again, and Yona stepped out, looking disheveled. "Why Sandbar run out in middle of--" she said, noticing Gallus. "Er, in middle of… traditional Yak… bathroom… ceremony?"

"Could you not smell that?" Sandbar asked her.

"Smell what?" she replied.

"Only the nastiest dump in Equestria."

"Yaks have best noses. Yona not smell anything. Pony just making things up."

"Never mind. Let's just, uh… get back to class," Sandbar said.

Gallus waited for them to disappear around a corner before venturing into the bathroom. Once more, his nose was blessed with the toxic aroma of hippogriff ass. He shuddered deeply.

"Is someone there?" Silverstream asked.

Crowfeathers! She must have heard the door, Gallus thought. I might need to sneak out.

"Gallus?" she asked, a bit quieter and with a tinge of hopefulness in the one word.

He froze.

"Gallus, if it's you, I just need to… talk to you about… something," she said.

He was sure he had been caught, and that she was none too pleased.

"Y-yeah, it's me," he said. "I'm sorry for--"

"Gallus!" Silverstream cried, and he heard her fumbling with a lock on her stall as he fought the urge to flee. Eventually, she made it out. "Gallus!"

Silverstream hugged him, and he squawked in surprise, too stunned to return the hug.

"You came!" she said.

His eyes widened for a moment before he realized she had meant the normal kind of 'came'.

"Oh, yeah, sure did," he said awkwardly.

"And it really doesn't bother you? The, uh… this?"

"I don't know what you mean," he said not very convincingly.

"My poops!" she said.

"Oh, pffsh, no. Griffonstone was way worse. The whole city smelled like this all the time. You get used to it."

"And when you came in class..."

He smacked his face with a claw. "Oh no. You saw that?"

"Well, duh! I was sitting right next to you. Ocellus and me both."

"Yeah… Speaking of Ocellus, has she been acting strange?" he asked, hoping to steer the conversation to a more comfortable topic.

"Nope! She was telling me about how she could feel how horny Professor Fluttershy's fart made you, and then how you clawed off in the shower after she sent us both to the same bathroom, and--"

"She saw that?! She wasn't even… I mean… where did she… gah!"

"--so then Counselor Starlight said 'Maybe you should invite him into the bathroom with you,' and she didn't even know that Ocellus was already kind of setting that up, so I just came here and left something for you to follow if you wanted, and now here you are!"

Gallus once more found himself wrapped in a hug.

"So… you're not mad?" he asked.

"Mad?! Why would I be mad? I can't believe you actually like my poops enough to claw off to them! That is, like… so amazing!"

"Whoa. Really?"

Silverstream nodded excitedly. "And that was just a small one, too!"

Gallus gulped. "No way. You're joking, right? Are you joking? You must be joking."

Silverstream just laughed and dragged him toward the stall she had been occupying. She pointed at the toilet, and his jaw dropped. The mound of shit was level with the seat.

"No way," he repeated.

"I know! Isn't it great?"

"Y-yeah."

"I've never met anygriff--or, I mean anycreature--wait, does anygriff work for you too, or just hippogriffs? Anyway, I've never met anygriff who I could share this with! They all just ran away. Or flew. Or swam. I wonder if there's, like, some kind of pooping contest somewhere, because I think I'd be pretty good at that. What about you? Could I win a gold medal for pooping, or what?"

"How?" he said simply.

"Well, I'd just do my best, and--"

"No, no, no, I mean how does so much come out?"

"I dunno!" she said as if that was the most exciting thing she had said so far.

"It's impressive."

"Juuust impressive?" she asked, nudging him with an elbow.

"Uh, and hot."

"Ghee!" she squeed. "Wanna cum on it?"

"What?"

"Cum on it! You know, cum on it." She indicated the full toilet.

"Sweet merciless Grover, yes."

Gallus stepped toward the porcelain bowl as if it were a priceless relic on a pedestal. Needless to say, he was already stiff as a wooden pole. His claw wandered down and traced across his length, drawing a small groan from him.

He leaned over it and looked down. It was like mud. Thick clumps stuck together, half-melted into each other by gravity. The toilet's water wasn't even visible, with the pile's edges almost up to the rim. He was entranced by it.

The aroma coming off of it hit him in waves, battering his senses with brutal relentlessness. He was clutching his cock forcefully, and had to consciously ease his grip lest he tear it off.

"You like the smell, huh?" Silverstream asked, startling him. He nodded mechanically. "Wanna smell it from even closer?" He nodded again and moved forward to press his face closer, but she stopped him with a claw on his back.

"No, I mean even closer," she said, wiggling her ass.

Gallus just whimpered.

"I'll take that as a yeee-ees," Silverstream sang and leapt up on the stall's partition, hanging over it on her chest and claws. She spread her hind legs so that her asshole was just at head height next to the toilet.

Wow, it's huge, he thought distantly. I bet I could fit my whole head in there.

Stepping over the toilet so that his cock was suspended above the bowl and his face was mere inches away from the ass of his deep desire, he clawed off slowly as he move his beak as close as he dared before sniffing.

He took just a small whiff at first, savoring it like it was his final meal. But even the finest Canterlot cuisine couldn't compare in his mind, because no pony food could ever be quite so intoxicatingly pungent. Another little sniff, a playful invitation of more with a stronger focus on noticing the details. It was sharp and heavy, but also told its own little story of what it once was and the journey it had made through his friend's body. And though he didn't speak its language to know what it was saying, he indulged in its story all the same.

A larger inhale, about a quarter of his lung capacity, and his hind legs shook. His claw slid across his member in a needy rhythm, playing a tune to reflect the one in his heart.

He exhaled, sighing vocally, and Silverstream giggled, an angelic song directly from her heart. Her voice was really quite beautiful, much like her filthy anus.

Gallus pressed forward more, his eyes closed now, and he felt his beak brush up against the rim of her ass. Feeling more confident, he inserted it inside.

The stimulation was a shock, and Silverstream's "Oh!" was so distant that he didn't even hear it. Here he was, right at the source.

He breathed in, inhaling from his very core, and he was infused with her ass and her shit so pervasively that it was going to become a permanent part of him. It was in his blood. In his veins. It permeated him on every level and in every conceptual way. He had achieved some form of higher enlightenment.

Gallus came harder than he ever had in his life, then. His balls could only hold so much, but his orgasm wrenched every last drop from them. A thick layer of his seed coated the rancid pile of poo beneath him, a white crown atop the queen of all shits.

He nearly fainted from the mix of exertion and sensory overload, but he remained standing on wobbly legs.

Silverstream climbed down.

"Wow," she said, panting. "That's amazing."

She reached a claw forward and pressed the lever to flush.

The toilet filled with some water, but nothing happened.

"Wuh," Gallus said, not yet conscious enough to muster any real words.

"Ah, dang it. I hate it when this happens," Silverstream said. She paused. "Okay, I actually don't, because I get to see the school plumber again!"

"Pluh?" Gallus asked.

"Discord! Toilet's clogged!" Silverstream shouted, making Gallus jump.

One magic flash later, Discord appeared, holding a plunger. "Ugh, not again!" he said. "I swear you do this on purpose, Silverstream. Every day."

She laughed. "Aww, come on, you love the chaos of it."

Discord threw his arms up. "Of course I do! Which is why I hate cleaning it up! I'd much rather leave it as it is!"

"But then you couldn't be the school's plumber!"

"You make a fair point," Discord said, sighing. He inserted the handle of the plunger into the toilet and turned the rubber plunger part like it was a valve. There was some kind of whirring noise, like a spinning blender, and the mountain of poo receded downward.

The toilet finished flushing normally.

"Thanks again, Discord!" Silverstream said with her usual giant smile.

"Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow."

Then, he was gone.

Gallus's head was clear enough for normal thoughts by now, and he realized he still needed to see Starlight. After a second, however, he remembered why he was going to see her. He glanced at Silverstream's rump and took in a lungful of the still-reeking air.

Nah, he thought, I think I have a pretty good outlet for that now.

Above the toilet, now functional and clean thanks to Discord's magic, there was a vent. Inside the vent, a light blue changeling lay sleeping, more full of love than she had ever been before.