Intestinal Distress

by Porcelon

Rating: mature
Tags: Flitter and Cloudchaser, Fetish, Porn, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5025

Flitter has been backed up for nearly a full week and is at her wits end, ready to try anything to grant her relief.

Flitter knew she shouldn't have gone as hard as she did on the confectionaries at Pinkie Pie's last little Ponyville soiree. But the bakers skills in all things sugar made her bevy of treats too tempting to pass up. Nearly a full week later, the poor pegasus is still not been able to pass them through her, and her fears of what to do about it loom over her. Luckily for her, her lifelong friend and roommate Cloudchaser may just be able to help get things moving.

A dirty little oneshot featuring Ponyville's two best pegasi and my favorite bow wearing mare.

Featured Filth: F/F, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Flatulence/Fart, Scat, Mention of Urination, and a digestive supplement that has not been evaluated by the Food and Drug administration of Equestria, that does not intend to diagnose, cure or prevent any ailments.

Special Thanks to Gassipons for additional ideas and suggestions.

Published 2021-07-12 15:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-12 15:40:00 UTC

Flitter the Sitter's Relief on the Shitter

Pony diets are by default very nutritious. Vitamin, mineral and fiber rich, a thing like constipation was pretty rare. Such a condition usually came about when a mare or stallion caved to their sweet tooth a little too much. In Flitter's case, Pinkie Pie's last party had been her undoing, the pale lilac pegasus attempting to eat her weight in the palatable pastries. The party mare had unintentionally whipped up many of Flitter's favorite deserts. Buttered scones, blueberry cobbler, lemon bars and so many others that she had stopped counting. Now a week later, the poor young mare was still paying for it.

Flitter was now on her seventh day without a bowel movement, and it was really beginning to worry her, not to mention the awful cramps, bloating and gas that came with it. It had gotten so bad that she went ahead and cancelled her sitting job for the next day, something she rarely did. With her being the most requested foal-sitter in Ponyville, she wasn't concerned about finding another one to make up for it. The fillies and colts in town adored her after all. But she did feel a pang of guilt for having to back out. Petunia was always so excited when her parents got Flitter to sit for her, the filly always rushing to greet her at the door.

Regrettably, the pegasus instead found herself resigned to laying down on her couch, avoiding sitting up right for fear of putting further pressure on her belly. Her gut let out a pained groan as she turned on her side, the springs beneath cushions creaking under her. She looked down at her distended stomach with loathing.

On top of the constant state of discomfort, Flitter also couldn't help but notice how round she was starting to look. She never considered herself vain, and didn't go out of her to way to flaunt it, but she knew she was cute mare, and the beach ball hanging from her midsection was shaking her self-confidence.

"Hngh...crud. I'm never eating another pastry ever again." she huffed. She thought silently to herself for the next several minutes.

'So stupid. I've been eating almost nothing but fiber for an entire week and still nothing's coming out...'

The backed up mare covered her eyes with her hooves, hating her current state. She was beginning to feel desperate enough to see if she could dig it out with something, but was scared she would hurt herself. That, and she had never had the courage to stick anything in that particular hole regardless, always saying it was exit only, unlike a certain roommate of hers. She never could understand how Cloudchaser got off on that kind of stuff.

But if she couldn't relieve herself the normal way, she would have to try something, or worse, visit the doctor to get it removed.

'Oh please oh please don't let it come to that.' her mind pleaded as her face went red from the thought. 'I'd never live it down!'

*Pft...fff...*

Flitter's train of thought was broken by a faint leak of gas from her backside. She quickly covered her snout, masking it from the smell festering inside her. Though it wasn't much in terms of volume, it was more than potent enough.

"Ugh...so gross."

She pushed against her anus a little harder, trying to squeeze what she could out of her. A few light crackles, hisses and pops managed to ease their way around the intestinal barricade and escape out of Flitter's rump, making the mare sigh with some relief, but mostly frustration. All it seemed she could do lately was let out some small but horrendous toots every few minutes, tainting the air and repulsing herself.

As Flitter laid there feeling resigned to her fate, certain that she would have to schedule a doctors visit, the front door swung open, revealing Cloudchaser with her saddlebags full of groceries. The Wonderbolt-in-training was barely able to get all four hooves inside the house before walking into an invisible wall of stink, making her recoil.

"Gah! Come on, Flitts! Can't you go to the restroom and do that? It reeks in here!" Cloudchaser griped, not prepared for the strength and suddenness of the stench. She made her way towards the kitchen with her wings planted over her muzzle.

Flitter scowled through her blush and glared at her roommate. "Maybe I would if it didn't mean I'd be in there from sun up to sundown. Did you find anything that might help me while you were out?"

Still covering her nose with one wing while fanning the air with the other, Cloudchaser started to unpack the groceries. "As a matter of fact, I think I did." she said with a nasally voice. "It took me a while to find it but I think it'll do the trick. Just gimmie a sec."

Careful not to contort her abdomen too much, Flitter hauled herself up off the couch and joined Cloudchaser in the kitchen. If her friend did find something that would rid her of this constipation, she wanted get her hooves on it and take it, pronto.

Cloudchaser removed her wings from her face and took a timid sniff of the air before refolding them. "I happened to stop by that tea shop. You know the one owned by that one mare, Jasmine Leaf, I think? They have this whole section on diges–"

"Cloudy please, I don't care! Where is it? Is it gonna work?"

Flitter had started rummaging through the various bags of food and drinks, frantically hunting down the remedy to her ailment. She wasn't normally so short with ponies, but if Cloudchaser had the antidote for her tummy, she didn't want to put it off any longer.

Cloudchaser was taken aback by Flitter's outburst, and was ready to tell her off before she stopped herself.

'No, don't snap at her. She feels bad enough as it is.' she thought to herself.

"Alright, alright, calm down! I've got it right here." Cloudchaser said as she pulled out a cylindrical container, hoofing it over to her friend. "Maretamucil, quick relief formula. It's supposed to work fast, so you might want to head to the restroom after you take it."

Flitter took the supplement and quickly looked over the directions. She wasted no time getting a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water and pouring the orange powder into it. She stirred up the contents, and in one swift motion scooped up the glass with her wing, tilted her head back and gulped it down. She let out a small burp and set the glass down on the counter.

Cloudchaser stared wide eyed from the urgency with which Flitter shot down her drink.

"I really hope this stuff does what it's supposed to." Flitter said, propping her forelegs up on the kitchen counter and resting her chin on her hooves. Before she could get comfortable, she started to feel the effects of the concoction. She grimaced as the mass stuck inside her started shifting through the tail end of her digestive system, giving her a small ray of hope that the medicine would actually work. "Ngh, wow...ok, that does work fast."

Cloudchaser smiled, happy for Flitter, but more so because this would hopefully mean that she would no longer be caught off guard from walking into random clouds of pony farts littering the house. "See? I new I'd found the good stuff! You should probably head to the restroom before...you know."

Flitter blushed at Cloudchaser's implication of an accident and shook her head of the thought. She darted off towards the restroom and shut the door behind her.

Cloudchaser chortled at her friend as she ran off, noting the constipated pegasus' tail starting to flag as she left. With her friend preoccupied for the time being, she decided it would be a good time to give her Wonderbolts rules and regulations manual another read. Spitfire had been especially hard on the new recruits who had not been showing as much mental discipline as they had been physically, and had no intention of incurring the fiery mares wrath.

"Guess I'll get a jump on that after I put the groceries up." she said to herself. After all the food had been stored away, the Wonderbolt-in-training grabbed the manual from the bookshelf and made herself comfy on the living rooms loveseat.

"CELESTIA FUCKING DAMN IT!!!"

The distant roar of expletives from out of the blue caused Cloudchaser to jump in her seat. She turned to look at the clock on the wall opposite of her. She had been reading for nearly an hour and didn't realize she had not seen or heard from Flitter since she left the kitchen.

'Has she been in the bathroom this whole time?'

Cloudchaser decided it best to go and check on her. She dog eared the page she was on and trotted off to see what was the matter. As she drew closer to the bathroom, she could hear the muffled sound of sniffling coming from behind the door. She put an ear to it and knocked softly.

"Flitter? Are you alright in there?"

*Hic*..."No!" Flitter yelled angrily. "N-Nothing's coming out, I could only pee, and now my stomach hurts more than ever!"

Flitter was in absolute misery. She had spent the last forty five minutes sitting on the toilet trying to push a solid rock out of her, but to no avail. The supplement she drank would have made quick work of her predicament, had the bone dry log behind her sphincter budged at all. Her frustration had grown to despair, believing now more than ever that this was going to be a medical ordeal, and that scared her. What if the doctors couldn't get it out? What if it was so bad that they had to operate on her? Her paranoid thoughts were interrupted by Cloudchaser's voice.

"Hey, come on, don't cry about it. You're just constipated." her friend comforted. Cloudchaser thought for a moment before she spoke again. "Do you mind if I come in? Maybe I can help."

Sharing the bathroom was not uncommon for the two pegasi. Though they usually didn't when one of them needed to poop. Flitter was feeling desperate however, and was ready to try anything that kept her out of a doctors office.

"Y-Yeah, that's f-fine. Door's unlocked."

Cloudchaser opened the door and walked in to see a puffy-eyed Flitter sitting hunched over on the toilet. A foul stench hung in the air that she decided not to comment on.

"Alright, do you mind sitting backwards on there so I can get a look?"

Flitter's jaw dropped. It wasn't as if Cloudchaser had never seen that side of her. The pair had done their fair share of fooling around in the past. But that was under much more desirable circumstances.

"Are you kidding?" Flitter asked, mortified by what her friend asked.

Cloudchaser rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to help or not? If that Maretamucil stuff didn't work, we're gonna have to try something, and I need to be able to see what I'm doing."

Flitter hung her head in defeat. "Fine, whatever." she said. She shuffled around some, turning and draping her hindlegs on either side of the bowl. Her butt stuck out a tad over the seat as she leaned forward and rested herself on the tank. She let her tail fall to the side, letting Cloudchaser see everything. Flitter's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but if her friend could help, she was willing to deal with it.

It was Cloudchaser's turn to blush, not having seen this side of Flitter for sometime. Her friend's butt spilled over the toilet seat, her tail lifted and marebits on full display. Her back was arched and her head rested on her folded forelegs. Flitter's flushed face was turned just enough for their eyes to meet. The sight, though unintended, was incredibly sexy.

Cloudchaser's eyes drifted back to Flitter's backside and finally registered how much she was suffering. Her tailhole protruded out obscenely, straining against itself in it's failed attempt to drop it's load.

"Ouch. We'll definitely need to grease you up with something. I'm all out of lube in my room though. Do you have any?"

"No." Flitter answered. "I've been out for over a week. I haven't even thought about it since I got all gunked up."

'Well that's no good...' Cloudchaser thought. She furrowed her brow, trying to think of a way to get her friend's back door slicked up. Truth be told, she had an idea, but was trying to think of anything else other than that. But nothing else came to mind.

"No offense, Cloudy, but anytime today would be great." Flitter said curtly, getting inpatient with sitting the way she was.

Cloudchaser sighed. "You're willing to try anything, right?" She asked.

"Short of anything painful, yeah, I guess. Why? What are you thinking about doing?" The suspicion apparent in Flitter's voice.

Cloudchaser knelt down behind her and spread her friend's cheeks as she continued. "Oh don't sound so worried, you're gonna be fine. Who knows, you might even like it." The wild maned pegasus set her sights back on her roommate's pucker, and got herself ready.

Feeling Cloudchaser's hooves on her flanks caused Flitter to tense up, drawing in a sharp breath. Again it was nothing she hadn't experienced before in the past, but the fact that she was currently trying to drop Equestria's biggest horseapple out of her ass made her flinch at her friend's touch and screw her eyes shut. Before she could ask what she was planning on doing, Cloudchaser started talking again.

"Have I ever told you that you have the cutest butthole I've ever seen?"

Flitter's eyes shot back open, having a much clearer idea of what Cloudchaser was about to do. But before she could protest, she felt a long, slimy intruder invade the most private area on her body. She gasped and squirmed around on the toilet seat, the feeling of her friend exploring her asshole sending an array of sensations to her brain, along with some very conflicting feelings.

Cloudchaser dragged her tongue all around the perimeter of Flitter's anus. She soaked every little wrinkle in as much saliva as she could before circling the center and plunging it into her hole. Flitter's writhing increased, little whimpers that Cloudchaser recognized as sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. While Cloudchaser was relieved that Flitter was enjoying herself, all of the squirming was making it hard to lube her up.

"Flitter, I'm glad you're in to it, but all the wiggling is making it kind of difficult for me."

Flitter's pulled her face from her hooves. "I-I'm not in to it! You do remember what's stuck up there, right?"

Cloudchaser looked at Flitter with a smirk, a string of drool connecting it and the bulging ponut. "Yeah, and honestly? The thought of it is kind of turning me on. You taste pretty good back here, too."

"Gross gross grossss!" Flitter bemoaned as she threw her face back into her hooves.

"I can stop if you'd like."

Flitter said nothing for a moment, before her tail arched ever so slightly higher. "Please keep going? Not because I like it! I just want this thing out of me, a-and I think what you're doing is helping!" she insisted. She couldn't admit to Cloudchaser or herself just how much she liked it.

Wordlessly, Cloudchaser returned her lips back to Flitter's ass, burrowing through the center of her anal cavity. Flitter, getting lost in the unreal pleasure of the anal massage, found herself pushing her butt back into Cloudchaser.

When Cloudchaser tried to bury her tongue deeper, she was met the unyielding wall that was the source of Flitter's torment. She reflexively drew back the instant she had licked the surface of the turd, but was surprised to discover she hadn't tasted anything unpleasant. Daringly, she went back, sliding in until she again caressed the rock hard, lumpy mass. It was so dry and firm that she couldn't detect any hint of a repulsive flavor. The lack of a taste dispelled her apprehension to continue, and keeping in mind why she was tonsil deep in Flitter's ass to begin with, wedged her tongue between it and the fleshy ring, moistening the fecal barricade as much as she could. Cloudchaser made sure to circle Flitter's anus a few times, getting the snug, little orifice as wet as she could. Every now and then Flitter would clench up, pinching Cloudchaser in place until she relaxed again.

Flitter was stark quiet except for the occasional soft moan. She had taken to biting down on her hoof tip to try and stifle them some, but that didn't conceal the shivers running through the rest of her body. She was pretty sure Cloudchaser didn't buy her fib about not liking her lip service either. The toilet-ridden pegasus was so confused. Why did it feel so good when she licked that hole? It was so filthy, especially right then. But it felt so, so heavenly. Flitter briefly considered that it was probably just a welcome feeling compared to the pain she had put up with for the past week, but the sound of her mare juices leaking into the toilet water said otherwise.

*Groooaaan*

An ominous gurgle of sorts bellowed from Flitter's bowels loud enough for both mares to hear. A hiss of gas seeped out of her compacted colon, flowing into Cloudchaser's mouth. The sudden rush of rotten air assaulted all of her senses, knocking her back some and making her cough.

*Cough-Cough*, "Damn it, Flitter! Thanks for the warning!"

"I-I'm sorry! I couldn't...o-oh my gosh I think it's coming out!"

Sure enough, the crown of the log could be seen peaking out of Flitter's asshole. She held onto the tank, steadied her hooves on the tile and pushed as hard as she could, her butt hovering over the bowl. At an agonizingly slow pace the turd stretched her open, Cloudchaser's saliva helping it just barely slide out. Flitter exhaled and panted some, before taking a big breath and pushing again. She had to repeat this process a few times, each effort expelling the horrible obstruction a tiny bit at a time. After she felt the mass pass it's widest point, she gave one more hard push, and after a week of suffering finally evacuated her bowels, sending a several pound horseapple plummeting into the toilet, splashing the water hard enough to wet her flanks and the seat.

"OH MY GOSH, THANK YOU LUNA!!!"

Flitter collapsed back onto the seat, head and forelegs resting on the tank again while she panted, catching her breath. She was so happy that she could cry again, but the struggle that had taken place, despite everything, had left her feeling quite horny. Not only did Cloudchaser's oral application send many a thrill jolting through her, but the shit she had pushed out gave her such a stretch that she had felt it push against the walls of her pussy from the other side. She turned her head to see Cloudchaser sitting on the floor, staring intently at her. Flitter blushed heavily, realizing that she just took a huge dump right in front of her best friend. She sucked up her shame for the time being and thought for a moment on what she was about to ask. It was pretty nasty, but they were far past the point of that being an issue

"...Cloudy?"

"Yeah Flitts?"

"Do...do you think you could, you know...finish me off? I-I got pretty worked up from all of that..."

The question hung in the air and for a moment, neither one of them said anything. Cloudchaser grinned at Flitter smugly, proud of her for at least somewhat admitting she liked the rimming. Eventually she got up and walked back to Flitter, sitting down behind her again. Flitter's asshole looked blown out, fairly loose from being stretched so wide. Surprisingly, it didn't look dirty at all, thanks to the near petrified poop being so dried out. Her pussy below was leaking profusely, her clit winking madly. Cloudchaser spread her back open and admired the view like before.

"You know, Flitts" Cloudchaser started. "You somehow make a taking a shit and a gaping asshole look cute and hot as Tartarus at the same time."

Just as Flitter was about to whine at her comments, Cloudchaser resumed her actions from before, this time giving her friends aching pussy some much needed attention. Flitter gasped, then cooed in pleasure, closing her eyes and resting her head back on her hooves. As Cloudchaser dove into the wet folds, her nose, which would normally simply rest against Flitter's pucker, slipped effortlessly inside the loosened hole, plugging up the pegasus' backdoor. Flitter yipped from the vast emptiness inside of her being filled by her roommate's snout, but found the sensation of being filled by her so much more preferable to the equine waste from before.

The weakened ring of Flitter's asshole hugged lightly around Cloudchaser. She was far enough inside that her face was flush against the soft tush. She was able to breathe through her nostrils thanks to the extra space in Flitter's pucker. It went without saying that every breath she drew stunk something fierce, but the hungry pegasus continued to lap away fervently, the sour air solidifying how dirty this all was.

Going further down, she wrapped her lips around Flitter's love button, licking the pink bulb every time it popped out. She stood up on her hind legs slightly, getting herself into a squat and wiggling her snout around inside as she ate her out. Low, bassy farts washed over and vibrated against Cloudchaser's face. They were no less pungent than the one her friend let slip out from earlier, and if anything they were worse. But the two mares had become lost in each others carnality, and the fact that Flitter was letting loose so flagrantly was insanely erotic to Cloudchaser. The wild maned pegasus pulled both hooves away from from Flitter's ass, letting the supple cheeks close around her face. She wrapped the pale azure tail around one free hoof while using the other to tend to her own needy cunt. With a firm upward tug, Cloudchaser yanked on Flitter and rammed her tongue in her snatch as far as it would reach.

Flitter was shaking as she leaked all over her friends muzzle. Her orgasm was fast approaching and she could feel it starting to well up deep within her core, when her bowels had suddenly decided that they too wanted to get in on the fun, and that it was time for round two.

*Grrrggrgl*

A churlish gurgle of liquid churned and boiled in Flitter's guts, the second half of her waste that had been stored up in her, now unencumbered by the log that once sealed it off. Both it and her orgasm began burning through her, the spasming mare barely able to warn Cloudchaser of the coming flood.

"CLOUDY, MOVE!" she screamed as she knocked her back with a thrust of her butt.

"W-Woah!" Cloudchaser yelped bewildered as she tumbled backwards, landing on the cold tile. Before she could scold Flitter for knocking her off her hooves, the words caught in her throat as she marveled in shock at the mare in front of her spewing fluids all over the floor.

Flitter squealed helplessly as shit and cum spilled out of her overstimulated holes. Mare juice splashed into the bowl as a weeks worth of diarrhea sprayed against the toilet seat and the floor where Cloudchaser sat a moment ago. Every second or so her anal overflow was broken up by the loud, wet crackling of gas that had also been trapped up inside her. The pegasus' mind was a wash of sensory overload, bombarded by a mind blowing orgasm and more stomach relief than she realized she still needed.

The bathroom reeked with the stench secreting from Flitter, making Cloudchaser cover her muzzle. She went back to hoofing herself as she watched her roommate shit all over the toilet and floor. It felt so wrong, but the look on Flitter's face, her moans of delight while she defecated almost shamelessly everywhere but inside the toilet, was absolutely captivating.

Flitter knew that she should be feeling much more humiliated than what she did, but she was feeling far to good to be upset about it, and somewhere in the still cognizant portion of her mind, that concerned her. She would worry about that later though. In the mean time, she was content to ride out the rest of her climax, making as big of a mess as she could at the same time.

When her various bodily ejaculations finally died down, Flitter lowered her ass back down onto the filthy seat, too exhausted and satisfied to care about staining her fur. Her breathing was heavy, her body greedily absorbing oxygen for her strained muscles and overworked organs. The bathroom had fallen silent save for the ragged breaths from Flitter and the soft sound of waste dripping from the toilet seat and landing in a puddle below.

Cloudchaser, who had cum not long before Flitter's excremental display had died down, started clopping her hooves in applause.

"Holy cow, Flitts. I didn't know a little thing like you could shit like Clydesdale after taco night!"

Flitter started chuckling, before succumbing to a full blown giggle fit. Cloudchaser's comment wasn't even that funny. The immense relief, the amazing orgasm. All of that coupled together with the fact that the horrendous intestinal torment was finally behind her, in more ways than one, filled her with such a level of elation that she couldn't help but laugh. Even sitting in her own filth, disgusting as it was, couldn't break the good mood that had overcome her. With a quick swivel, Flitter spun around on the shitty toilet seat to face Cloudchaser, who was just getting up off the floor.

"Thank you so, so much, Cloudy. I owe you big time. I still can't believe you actually did that." Flitter said gratefully.

"Well, you may not wanna hear this, but the pleasure was all mine." Cloudchaser said. "I wasn't lying when I said you have the cutest butthole I've ever seen."

Flitter scrunched her muzzle a bit and blushed. "Oh, so you were just being an opportunist then?" she asked.

"Hey, it wasn't plan A you know? Besides, are you complaining? I know you were grossed out at first, but I don't think I've ever seen you cum that hard. Like, ever."

It wasn't like Flitter could hide it now. It had felt incredible, and she knew it showed. She looked down, only for her eyes to catch the sight of her no longer distended belly.

"Oh my gosh, I'm cute again!" she said with glee.

Cloudchaser looked up at her confused. "Uh, not to inflate you're ego, but you weren't before?" she asked.

"Tch, c'mon, you saw how bloated I got. I looked like a water balloon on four legs!"

Cloudchaser snickered. "Maybe. You definitely made a big mess like one. Speaking of which, you might want to get this cleaned up. It looks like it's starting to run along the grout."

Both mares looked down and sure enough, the soupy substance was traveling between the spaces of the tiled floor. The longer it sat, the more of a pain in the flank it would be for her to scrub up. Flitter sighed at the task ahead.

"Ugh. Do you think you could at least bring me the mop? I don't want to ruin the carpet from walking on it."

"Sure. Anything to get some fresh air." said Cloudchaser as she fanned at the air. "I bet the stallions in town have no idea a pretty thing like you can blow out a restroom the way you did. Just imagine what they would think if they knew you could out-dump them?" she teased.

Flitter glared at Cloudchaser as though she were going to leap on her from the toilet. "Cloudy, I swear if you breathe a word of this to anypony I'll–"

"Hehehe, calm down, I'm just messing with you." Cloudchaser chuckled as she turned to walk out and fetch the mop for her.

Flitter sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her mind was still basking in the realization that she was finally past all of this. The first thing that she planned on doing after getting herself cleaned up, was going straight to Petunia's house and letting her parents know that she would be able to sit for them tomorrow.

While she waited for Cloudchaser to get back, she slid off of the toilet seat and assessed the damage around her. She really did do a number in there. Were she more of the tomcolt that Cloudchaser was, she might actually have been proud of herself. She went to flush what had managed to land in the toilet, before getting a good look at the cause of her ailment from the past week. She was stunned at what she saw.

The horseapple, if one could call it that, sat a third of the way above the dirty water. It looked almost as big as a hoofball. She reached around with a hoof and rubbed her abused pucker, and was shocked to feel how loose it still felt. It was unbelievable to think that the freakishly huge turd came out of her body. She reached for the lever and plunged it down. Instead of the normal flushing sound followed by the draining of water, the tank made an odd gurgling noise and stopped it's process short. Flitter saw that her poop had completely stopped up the drain, making the water rise up and spill down the sides of the toilet. Panicked, she called out to Cloudchaser.

"Uh, Cloudy?! I think I'm gonna need some help in here!"