Mud Plot Pie

by Septia

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death
Length: 1536

Pinkie Pie Disposes of a willing friend for fertilizer in the garden, while chatting with Twilight. Vore and Scat. Fatal.

(Kink information and guide available in the full description.)

This is your warning~.

Pinkie Pie dedicates her morning to helping out a friend in need. Though despite the dirty work, the morning was far from 'wasted'.

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(Character Quote: "Tootelly certain. If not, I'll stick more an one cupcake in my 'eye' *wink*" -Pinkie)

(Quick guide:

Pinkie Pie chatting with her friend. Disposal scat, Post-vore scat, implied vore, huge dump, fertlizer, gas, fly friends. )

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[Story preview:

“La lala la laal laah~.” Pinkie pie sung to herself as she bounced through the rows of tiled dirt, inspecting every leaf and vine in her path. The hum of a fly joined in with her tune, buzzing around her snoot until the mare couldn't handle the itchy critter.
“Aaa-thjiooo-. Phaahs, hey there lil’ thing, you are still too early, it is not quite time yet~”
“Huaaaah, is that-.” Pinkie said and interrupted herself, bouncing off to where her sight was honed. In the wake of her leaps a sluggish -Shglpghthgs- heave of a lobbing satchel of jelly rung out, until the pony reached the fence with a -Sllttthwbbprrshtd- clap of curdling batter plastering into a wall. “Heey, heeeya. Twilight. Heeey, it’s me, Pinkie. Good morning, over here.” Pinkie called out with her hooves flailing in glee. Right up until the point her friend had made her way over.

Continued in the story above.]

Published 2021-10-29 20:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-29 20:20:00 UTC

Mud Plot Pie [Disposal]

Mud Plot Pie

Written by Septia.

“La lala la laal laah~.” Pinkie pie sung to herself as she bounced through the rows of tiled dirt, inspecting every leaf and vine in her path. The hum of a fly joined in with her tune, buzzing around her snoot until the mare couldn't handle the itchy critter.

“Aaa-thjiooo-. Phaahs, hey there lil’ thing, you are still too early, it is not quite time yet~”

“Huaaaah, is that-.” Pinkie said and interrupted herself, bouncing off to where her sight was honed. In the wake of her leaps a sluggish -Shglpghthgs- heave of a lobbing satchel of jelly rung out, until the pony reached the fence with a -Sllttthwbbprrshtd- clap of curdling batter plastering into a wall. “Heey, heeeya. Twilight. Heeey, it’s me, Pinkie. Good morning, over here.” Pinkie called out with her hooves flailing in glee. Right up until the point her friend had made her way over.

“Oh, hey Pinkie Pie. But, pardon me asking, wouldn't 'good afternoon' be more appropriate?”

Pinkie wiggled behind the fence with a giggling snort, lounging against it with only her top half sticking up. “Suare. But think of all the times its been morning, and I, haven't, wished you it to be good… See it as a compensation for all the mornings that just fly by unappreciated.”

“Oh, Wow, can't say I had considered that aspect, do have a tendency to pass by unnoticed.”

“Mm hmm, especially when you are having fun with friends, I know my morning just-

-Fbrbffrls- a flutter of flesh clapping together laid muted under Pinkie's snickers. -Gffbrllpghhgs- a growl winding through her stomach sloughed up and covered the fence in front of her, a stomach stuffed and pliant as damp cotton… The vibrations moulded and -Cgffpghss- kneaded in by the mare's grinds and happy wriggles against the planks.

“Is that the real reason for why you wished me a good morning, Pinkie? Maybe you just forgot the time.”

“Are you denouncing my charity towards overlooked mornings?” Pinkie snickered.

“Of course not, I mean I, yes, of course not.” Twilight responded a touch flabbergasted, but finding herself snickering along with Pinkie's infectious joy.

-Kkrchfflslgshs- A chorus of crinkles crept through her colon, amplified when her pucker pried open and dampened when it winked shut. The huffs of the clogged bowels mimicking the chuckles the friend shared, until. -Chhrflflsrstls- -Twthlp- The opening congested around a clog of rich auburn. The ring of deep fuchsia flesh breathing open, peeling back over broadening expanse of steaming pony mare clay, stuffing the brim to its limits.

“Oh, hold that thought,” Pinkie said, and strained, nibbling her lips. “Mfm, Fnnffsp… phaaa. ok, what were you saying?”

“Just that I was on my way to meet up with Applejack for-.”

-Chflrpthgss- A spluttering volley of crinkles and pops wriggled their way out of Pinkie's haunches and Twilight talked. The mare unaware of the hoof wide loaf of craggled manure nursed its way out of the earth pony's behind. Her cheeks cleaved around the heft of the this onslaught of raw, fresh umber, distending her pucker as its girth engorged past that of a buffalo's thighs — the wide link curved to slough onto unearthed farmland behind them. -Clflpfsththts- The mud weighed into the loam, displacing the soft dirt under the densely packaged column of muck. The hue of the ground matching with the dark bark the shadows created along the broad fractures dressing up the drove of grime, creaks and fissures sprawling into a lattice of webs along stubby segments of the manure, whilst other patches -Chrrfllflfsths- emerged from the buffering grind of the brim to a polished lumpy plain of muddled filth, polished in a drooping balm of rectum lubricant, which in turn slathered its way down the accompanying rivers of cracks. The patterns embossed in the mulch were sweating sleek fluids, whilst the clouds of heated air billowed from the creamy behemoth the joyous mare unleashed. Pinkie's brim latched onto the length of lumbering sluggish luggage, a smear of a butter knife delving into its namesake rippling through the air whilst her brim pruned into the mound, pinching off the mound to let it -Sllfpthwbfbtw- clap into the stack of folding dung behind her — the mare's gut -chglflpths- deflating up to jostle under her barrel as she did.

“Phaaa.”

“It is lovely weather to relax in, think when you are done helping you would be interested in-”

“Sorry, Twi, hold that for just-…”

Pinkie said, and then remained silent, though her expression mellowed into one of a pleased satiation. -Fssfh- A thin hiss whistling through the breeze as the potent malodour siphoned its way out through Pinkie Pie's haunches, painting the air in broad strokes of beef mince mushroom stew left to putter in a marinade of lard and bog dredge.

“You are taking more breaks than is usual, are you sure you are doin-. eyahas, by the stars,” Twilight fanned over her snoot, “what is that… t-that, stench?”

“Gotta get used to the smell of fertilizer, Twilight. Applejack could teach you a lot about that. And I just gotta finish up helping the gardener of this plot first. We've been at this aaaaaaall morning.”

-Fpfbrrhtsh- A huff of smog welled forth as the pucker throttled the oncoming dirge of grime. -Sffpththtstss- a femur, entombed under caking layers of mush, sprouted out a rupture in the mound as Pinkie wiggles, -Slflpfths- hooking onto the pucker and -Sfllflrrrrrspht- acted as a wedge to pry the pucker wide open around the mammoth mound stewing within. Creaking under tension from the rippling ring of flesh as the mound prodded outwards until, -Slpfhthtptsts- one flicked out and the dung billowed forth in an avalanche of doughy muck -Slfpfhthpthtsts-. Strewn and embedded throughout the muck were bumps and knolls morphed in the vague shapes of the bones packed within, the ball jointed calcium wriggling as they sloughed out in the curling of booty baked mulch. -Slpth-slpfht-stjslts- the brim weighing and snapping back over a series of lumps signifying a pony sized rib cage plastered into the clog's surface.. -Scflfpthhtts- Pinkie's pucker warped wide over the over a partially fractured pelvis jutting out of the speckled loaf. And among it all came out as one oval bloat, its top brushed clean by the pucker in its egress, a tainted pale white, caged in the cocoon of muck, and soon to be -Chlpsghhthts- submerged in the coming bales of dense manure -Slfpshst- -Clpsthths- coiling and swathing out over the bundled heap of musk infused booty sludge pumping through the comparatively slender peachy posterior.

-Slvpfhrpthtsts- The heap grew as it sprawled out under the oncoming bulk hefted upon it, slathering the loam in its combined muck, though the heap was heavily packed, under its own weight it melded with the ease of molten dairy, -Slglpthghgs- plunging into the dirt and -Sclpshthhgss- smothering a few budding heads of lettuce.. Across the hind high heap and expansive breadth, the mulch melded together with rising heat steaming from its pores. What was first a labyrinth of fissures and crevices slowly melted and mended into a uniform wave pattern of waxy, colon glossy, fudge.

“So, what, is it you are doing, Pinkie?”

“I’m just being a good pony and helping a friend, the gardener, out with filling up some fertilizer quota.”

“Oh, then who is the gardener for this plot?”

“Messy.”

“Messy? Was that their name?”

“It is now~” Pinkie said with a big smile.

Twilight nodded along. Then she stopped and blinked. She came up to the fence and peeked behind it, seeing the heap of sludge oozing free from the pucker, and catching a glimpse of a bone before -Sldlpfshgs- it was smothered in a dune of hot gut nougat.

“Ah, that would explain the matter at hand. You sure they didn't say something along the lines of 'I need you to help me make fertiliser', and you might have construed it as, 'make me fertilizer'?”

Pinkie starched her chin as another -ffsss- faint hiss squealed its way out through the stuffed heiney. “Positively tootelly sure.”

“About as sure as the 'good morning' previously was intentional?”

“Yuppity yup.”

“Twilight smirked and unconsciously rolled her eyes. “Well I can see you have a full schedule, but if you get out in time, You know where to fine me.” Twilight said, shifting away with a hoof over her muzzle.

“Bye, Twilight. I'll be there, oooh and good afternoon.” Pinkie called back after her friend. An. -Crhslgpghts- as she felt the bale of the loaf -Slclpsthths- detach from her cheeks and -Schlpsflhtst- plap over the sinking heap of mulch. “Phew, haaa, always happy to help a friend out. Especially when its this much mfms fun.” She then picked up the buzzing of a fly and their friends, circling in towards the heap of reeking plot plaster.

“Oooh, hey, this time you got here at just the right moment. Think you can handle spreading this out while I am off to see my pals? Super, thank you~,” she said and skipped along, -Slgphgs- stomach sagging along in her hops, leaving the pile to ferment at the end of the garden.