Rarity's Horrible Bathroom Secrecy

Ah, the anus. The most versitile part of the body. It's a waste disposal site, a container for very small objects, a good reason to brush one's tongue, and in case of emergency, a Faith: Fuckable ass inlet to hump. To certain people, non-people, former people and the occassional anthromophized horse, however, it is a source of daily sexual pleasure, even without the use of shlongs and glass dildos.

Rarity stood, rump aloft, above a pile of hay. How fitting, it was, that the hay she might have consumed earlier that day was now being defecated on instead. Truly, we are all one and the same, only borrowing the refuse of others temporarily, living monuments to the excrements of others.

"Aw shitbollocks, yes," she exclaimed, "I think it's gonna happen this time." A swirling, gurgling sensation that had built up for so long in her lower instestines had come to a boil, and the payoff could not come sooner. Rarity's cornhole ocilated in preparation of the coming load, and began seizing the incoming fecal matter. It gripped at the turds gleefully, and began sliding them outwards.

For a moment, Rarity felt a slight urge to stop partially through. Perhaps, if she stopped at that very moment, and allowed gravity to take its course, her sun-dried feces would sink back into her body. Oh what a feeling it would be, for her own body to injest its own products, and bring the cycle back around without any middleman. No one would ever have to know, and she could make a game out of how long she could keep this process going until she could no longer suffer the pressure. Perhaps she'd count how long she could juggle a log in her bum, letting in expand and contract like a mushy little penis. Had anyone even thought of that before? Of course not! Rarity was always on the cutting edge of new trends, and had never heard of such an ingenius practice. She'd be a trendsetter, a visionary. Her name would be immortalized in—

"Yo yo yo B-boy Rarity dog G!" Twilight hailed Rarity from around the corner. In her shock, Rarity lost her grip on the turd log and let it fall to the ground. She didn't even have a chance to raise her tail, leaving bits of food waste upon her unsoiled purple mane. Rarity, turned her head to the door, to see if she was being spied on. There was no sign of Twilight, Hitler or anyone else that may have seen her. She quickly flicked her tail, whipping away a curved chunk of corn, which had grown hard, thin and sharp. She fondly remembered it sticking to the walls of her back exit just moments ago.

"Yes, Twilight, I will be there in just a moment." She struttered towards the door to the stables, feeling moist in both holes. With a parting shot, she stared back at her poo, sitting amongt that of dozens of other ponies. If she turned back now, and quickly swallowed it now, no one would know. There was still time. With just a bit of fetus and mouthwash, she could wash the smell away before the night was done. No, not tonight.

Rarity stepped out of the bathrooms back into the main floor of Canterlot Ballroom. A gathering of socialates and distinguished individuals had been scheduled for tonight, and somehow, Twilight had been chosen as the entertainer. Rarity decided to use her clout and her clit to get into the merrymaking, to support her friend. Twilight was already onstage, and scanned the croud for Rarity. Seeing her, she was inspired, and began rapping:

"Poor little Steven Skeltere!
Even the chaplain won't forgive you!
Forever lies your pleading cries but Suzy knows you felt her!
Nowhere left for you to run!
Every fault laid bare in the open, along with your skin, splayed out from within!
Once the monster has his fun!
Take heed, it's not too late, mistakes needn't haunt you forever.
Though you have regret, you can't just forget!
You alone decide your fate, nigga!"

There was much appluase.