The Mysterious Miscreants
Dusk had blanketed itself over the corner of Equestria that was Manehattan, and over the concrete slabs of sidewalk opposite her side of town, Porcelain Wave flew closer toward the unknown. With the sun nearly disappeared from the sky, the pegasus gave her wings a couple of good beats to accelerate her forward. No matter how many times she had done it, Porcelain couldn't stand wandering the city at night. After dark could bring out some pretty undesirable creeps.
'Like, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I don't even really know these ponies. Crud, I hope I'm not lost too...' she thought to herself as the area around her grew more unfamiliar by the second.
Her happy-go-lucky demeanor had been waning, before at long last, she saw a familiar looking pony. One of two mares she had met earlier that day. With a little relief washing over her, Porcelain let herself glide toward the yellow pony with the pale, sea-green mane. Arrell, if she remembered correctly. She stood on her hindlegs at the base of a stairwell propped against it's railings, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. She resembled a mare for the most part, save for one glaring feature. The pony in question sported a sheath and what Porcelain thought had to be the biggest set of nuts she'd ever seen on an equine dangling shamelessly from her groin.
"Oh thank Celestia, I thought I'd never find this place. Hey again! Like, Arrell, was it?" Porcelain greeted.
"Sup." Arrell responded casually, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Glad you could make it. Matilda and I thought you might've bailed on us."
"Haha, yeah...Like, I maaaay have gotten a little lost." the pegasus said sheepishly. "I'm not usually hangin' on this side of town, ya know?"
Arrell took another drag. "S'all good. But we should probably head on in. Matilda's been looking forward to anointing a new devotee." The pale yellow pony spat out her cigarette butt on the ground and stomped out the ember. "Oh, and before I forget, make sure that once your inside to address her as Madam Matilda. She tends to take these ceremonies pretty seriously."
Porcelain gulped, feeling the anxiety welling up again. "R-right, of course." she confirmed. The two turned to the doorway and without another word made their way up the dark stairwell of the antiquated building.
As they made their ascent to wherever Arrell was leading her, Porcelain couldn't help but gawk at the pendulous ballsack swinging back and forth in front of her. The strong odor of the mare's musk wafted back and filled her nostrils enticingly, making her head spin with desire.
The journey upward continued and with the pungent musk thickening the air, Porcelain's mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon, recalling the reason she was there in the first place.
Lilac's Literature, a few hours earlier...
Porcelain looked herself over in front of the changing room mirror, checking out her scantily clad rear end. She was sporting what she believed had to be the cutest panty, stockings and garter belt set. The bookstore conveniently doubled as an erotic boutique, making it the one stop shop of the working girls at Absolute Mad Mare Productions. She smiled excitedly at how perfect the ensemble looked wrapped around her form. She cantered in place and gave a twirl, feeling the silky fabric slide tenderly around her ass and up her crack, caressing her mare bits. They were a simple white bikini with a pink lace trim, complete with a bow that stayed hidden under her dock. At least as long as her tail wasn't flagging, which in her case would not be very often.
"Oh mare like, I cannot wait to have a blowout in these." The pegasus said with hushed mirth. "The bulge in 'em is gonna be so friggin' hot!"
Vivid fantasies of her bearing down and loading the adorable garment up with a bucket load of horseapples flashed across her minds eye. The mare had many favorite things, and breaking in a new pair of panties with everything her tight ponut had to offer was one of them. Just from her thoughts alone she could feel those familiar thrills starting to jolt through her body. Deciding it would probably be best to pay for the clothes before soiling them with her excitement, she removed the attire, but not without making a playful little strip tease out of it.
With her soon to be new purchase tucked beneath her legpit Porcelain exited the changing room. On her way to the checkout were several aisles of books and magazines, the primary goods of the store. Ever the curious pony, Porcelain slowly made her way up and down the walkways, occasionally stopping to flip through one of the many provocative reads. It wasn't until the last row did she happen upon her favorite shelves; the fetish genres. Specifically the bathroom kinks. Not only was that where her own magazine was regularly featured, but several other up and coming kinky periodicals as well. It warmed her heart, and her marehood to see so many new titles popping up in the same vein as Toilet Mares.
"Nah, 'Tilda. Eerie's hotter. Look at how she goes to town on that Kirin's asshole every issue."
"Peach is far lovelier, dear, and you cannot deny her ravenous lust for a mare's excrement."
Porcelain's ears perked up overhearing her friends names, and looked over to see a couple of mares giving an analysis of the latest Toilet Mares issue. She quietly inched closer, trying to get a better listen. She was rarely in the shop when fans of the magazine were in there and she couldn't recall a time where she had been around anypony who was openly critiquing it. Despite being in a sex shop, most ponies still tended to be shy about their sexual proclivities. These two however didn't seem to have any apprehensions about the subject matter whatsoever. Porcelain turned her ears slightly to get a better listen.
"Yeah, not gonna lie, that unicorn is pretty nasty. The pegasus really let her have it with that massive dump too." said the yellow mare with the pale green mane, absentmindedly chewing on the butt of an unlit cigarette.
"Precisely. I must say though...I'm impressed with that one as well. I'd have never guessed such a petit thing could put out such a robust amount."
The mares admiring Porcelain's excremental output had her beaming. She loved hearing others appreciate her work. She cocked her head ever so slightly to get a better look without trying to make it obvious that she was eavesdropping.
The more refined sounding of the two had a unique pattern to her coat. Cream colored and covered in large, brown splotches. Her rump was round and shapely, and dwarfed her companions backside. Her dark brown, almost black mane was mostly swept to the side, obscuring her face.
The other mare's coat was more typical of a pony. A light pastel shade of solid yellow. She wore a spiked choker and her visible ear had several piercings. Her mane was also swept to one side, but adjacent to the one Porcelain was on, giving her full view to a pair of stunning blue eyes. The most striking thing about this mare however, was the massive stallion's package dangling below her. That broke Porcelain's subtlety, and she lost herself to the sight of the mares junk like it was one of the nine wonders of Equestria.
"Oh Arrell dear. I think you have an admirer, and she looks very familiar."
Arrell glanced up from the obscene reading material and cocked an eyebrow, smirking.
"I'll be damned, I'm in the presence of a porn star." She followed the pegasus' gaze aimed right at her goods, making her smirk widen just slightly. "By all means, take a closer look if you want."
Porcelain, breaking free of her mesmerism blushed profusely, having barely realized what she was doing.
"Woah, like, I'm super sorry! I wasn't trying creep on you, I just..."
Porcelain was at a loss for words. She wondered if this was how Eerie felt whenever she got caught ogling some random mare's ass.
"Heh, chill out, birdy, you're good." Arrell assured with a dismissive hoof wave. "I'd do more to hide it if I didn't like ponies looking."
This helped to calm the flustered mare some, though her cheeks were still tinted with red. She looked the mare over again, her face this time. Despite the tough tomcolt look, she had all the delicate features of a mare, complete with a cute little beauty mark on her left cheek. She was in fact very pretty, and pulled the punk look off well.
"Name's Arrell, by the way, and this here's Matilda." Both mares extended a hoof out. Porcelain went to meet Arrell's, then Matilda's. She was taken aback however as she met the latter's eyes for the first time. A pair of bright red iris's with horizontally slit pupils looked back at her warmly, adding an uncanny charm to the mares otherwise attractive face. Her eyes had been so striking and unexpected that she barely notice her other accessories. Not wanting to come off any more rude than she already had, she held back her surprise and returned the mottled mare's smile.
"So like, sorry for eavesdropping. And gawking. I overheard you two talking and I couldn't help myself." Porcelain said apologetically.
Matilda smiled at the pegasus. "Not at all miss Wave. It's a pleasure to meet you. Arrell and I were simply admiring the work of you and you're friends. Not many ponies can appreciate the appeal of what mares like yourselves do." She took the magazine in hoof and turned to Porcelain's and Peach's column. "Again I must say, that's quite the output for a tiny thing like yourself."
The pictorial showed Porcelain in a vulgar squat over Peach's face from a worms-eye-view angle, unloading what she knew to be about a weeks worth of horseapples she had been saving up for that shoot. it had been so long since the pegasus and unicorn had a session featuring just the two of them, and Porcelain wanted to make sure it was a memorable one. Not to mention the feeling of shitting out so much at once felt oh so heavenly, and to do so without any special potions involved really made a mare feel like she had accomplished something.
"Hehe, thanks! What can I say, ya know?" the starlet answered quaintly.
"May I ask how such an attractive filly like yourself developed such...acquired tastes?" Matilda asked.
The question caught Porcelain off guard.
"Um...huh. Geeze, it's been forever since I really thought about it." Porcelain rubbed her head with her hoof, thinking for a moment. "I guess it's just always been really hot to me...oh! Probably since this accident I had back in high school." she exclaimed, realization dawning on her. "I was cheerleading back then, and I had been having these reeeal bad cramps one day in my last year. After practice ended I'd tried to rush home to use the bathroom there, and about halfway there everything just kind burst out. I like, totally ruined the bottoms to my uniform."
Matilda looked at her quizzically. "You weren't embarrassed or grossed out from soiling yourself out in the open like that?" she asked.
"I mean sure, I guess. Kind of? But I was like, so caught up in how relieved I was. How good it felt when everything came out. Like, it felt sooo hot feeling all that mess squished up against my ass and pussy. I actually had to hide in some bushes so I could rub one out." Porcelain said, giggling at the fond memory.
Matilda studied the mare before her carefully, noting how her expression changed subtly from nostalgic to enraptured by the memory of her enlightenment.
"So do you indulge often? Or is this mostly a career nowadays?"
This was starting to feel like an interview. Not that Porcelain minded. This was in fact her career, and there was seldom any chance to talk about it with somepony else outside of her fellow models. It was nice to discuss her passions with somepony new.
"Oh this is like, my life. I love what I do." the pegasus said proudly. "I experiment a lot at home. Sometimes with a stallion from the studio. I don't know, it probably sounds like, crazy or whatever, but these kinks are like, a huge part of me."
A twinkle glimmered in Matilda's eye, and she wore a smug expression as though she herd exactly what she wanted to hear.
"What if I told I have a...denomination of sorts dedicated to those very interests?"
It was Porcelain's turn to look at Matilda quizzically. "Uh, sorry, I'm not sure I follow. What do you mean?"
Matilda continued. "To put it bluntly, a cult, for lack of a better word. Just a small group of ponies that gets together on occasion to demonstrate our...adoration of equine backsides and all the foul contents within."
Porcelain looked utterly perplexed before it finally hit her. "Ohhh. That does sound kind of cool. But...I'm not really the religious type though."
"Perhaps we do approach it religiously, in some ways. But I think you'd feel right at home with us. It's more a group of devotees committed to the sensual ecstasies of filth. My filth, to be precise. I'd be honored to have a professional like yourself taking communion from me. You're just what I look for in a pony. And I wouldn't be asking for much of your time. You'd still have the life that you know."
"I mean, I'd have to think about it, ya know? We kind of just met and all." Porcelain said sheepishly, all of this coming up so suddenly.
"I promise you'll be in safe hooves, and it won't be as if you're selling your soul to me. I do hope you will consider. I don't extend this offer to just anypony."
"She's right." Arrell butted in. "There's not very many of us, given the nature of it."
The pegasus was intrigued, but still unsure, visibly showing some apprehension.
"Maybe a better look at what you would be paying homage to will help you decide."
In a slow, fluid turn, Matilda's large posterior was staring Porcelain Wave dead in the face. It was a massive, perfectly round tush, with a plump, creamy colored marehood and large, pulsing, pink pony pucker. The poor winged mare didn't stand a chance when her eyes graced upon the mottled rump. It looked so warm and soft, and was quite possibly the biggest ass she had ever seen on a mare. Without even realizing it, she found her snout mere centimeters away from the warm, pink flesh of Matilda's asshole, and breathed deep a scent that sent shivers down her spine.
It was divine. A perfect, swampy mix of musk, grime and raunch.
Drool leaked from the corner of the pegasai's mouth. She wanted so, so badly to taste it, but was denied at the last second as Matilda turned back around, leaned in and whispered into the stupefied mare's ear directions and an address that Arrell and herself would be staying at later that evening.
"I hope to see you there, dear. We'd love to have you." Matilda cooed in a motherly tone.
"O-okay..."
With that, the pair of earth ponies took their leave, with Arrell's half flaccid dong dangling about as they made their purchase and left.
Porcelain for a second time stood at a loss for words, her love juices running down her haunches.
Porcelain replayed the memory in her head again and again. She still wasn't sure if she should have gone along with this, but it felt like her gut was leading her. Though for all she knew she was just being a total clit for brains that wanted to get muzzle deep in that thick, spotted ass. Either way she didn't want to back out now, and was more than infatuated with the idea of what a cult dedicated to a mare's excrement was like.
After several flights of stairs, she and Arrell came to a stop. Porcelain hadn't even bothered to keep track of how many they trotted, what with her olfactory being overwhelmed by the ethereal scent around her. They stood in front of a domineering wooden door. Arrell noticed that Porcelain looked visibly nervous.
"Hey, relax birdie, nopony's gonna hurt you. Unless you're into that. I like to think we're pretty accommodating." The yellow pony joked. "Just roll with it and have a good time. We haven't had any complaints yet."
Porcelain relaxed as best she could as Arrell opened the door for her. The pair stepped inside and the earth pony shut the door behind them.
Once they were inside, Porcelain quickly took stock of her surroundings. It was dimly lit from the various candles and wall sconces. In the middle of the room was a table with a plain white tablecloth draped over it. At the head of it was a makeshift stone archway with podiums on either side adorned with tapestries and additional candles on top of them. On the opposite side closest to her was a large stone basin. The whole room looked like it was decorated by vamponies, and wasn't helping at all to quell Porcelain's nerves. Arrell draped a foreleg over the pegasus and lead her over to the basin.
"'Kay. Go ahead and stand here and remember, just relax and roll with it." she instructed.
Porcelain nodded her head and looked at the container before her. The smell pervading from it was rancid, like a toilet that was used without any water and had never been cleaned. The stale stench almost gagged the pegasus as much as it aroused her. In spite of all her apprehension, her perverse libido was unyielding.
"EEP!"
Out of nowhere Porcelain suddenly felt a wet, slimy sensation run itself across her tailhole. She craned her neck back to see Arrell's head buried under her tail, helping herself to a taste of the pegasai's backdoor. She wasn't sure whether or not this was part of the ceremony or if the earth pony was simply taking advantage of her. But either way, the skilled mouth feasting on her asshole ensured that she wasn't too concerned about the motive. Porcelain's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the bowl, lifting her rump up a little out of instinct. The only sounds coming from the room were coos of pleasure and unabashed lapping. For the moment, Porcelain's nerves steadied themselves, comforted by the familiar sensation of somepony's snout worming around in her butt.
It was only when the lapping of that silky tongue stopped did Porcelain open her eyes. She was greeted by the sight of a domineering Matilda standing on the table, staring down at her with an air of absolute authority. The spotted earth pony was wearing a turtleneck sweater with red trim around the neck and sleeves. Her sudden presence startled Porcelain, making her flinch. Her nervousness was creeping back up, it and her arousal battling it out within for dominance. The pregnant silence was broken when Matilda began to speak.
"State your name, dear." The earth pony commanded firmly.
"Po...Porcelain W-Wave."
The Pegasai's voice was shaky.
"You wish to take communion from my vessel, correct?"
"Yeah."
Matilda cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?" She asked more sternly.
"Y-Yes, Madam Matilda." Porcelain quickly corrected.
"Do you swear to do so willingly, and without question, so long as you remain in this coven?"
"Yes, Madam Matilda."
The autocratic equine kneeled toward Porcelain, and whispered seductively to her.
"Declare your adoration for my vessel."
Porcelain froze up for a moment, having been put on the spot. She thought back to earlier, and saw in her memory the massive, fragrant pony plot before her. Right as Matilda sounded as though she were growing impatient, the pale blue mare spoke again.
"I wish to bask in your essence, Madam Matilda. I want my lungs drowning in your stench, my stomach full of your foul shit, and my body covered in your pungent wastes. I want to relish in everything your ass has to offer."
Matilda pulled away, looking very pleased with the pegasai's declaration.
"And you will, my dear. Indeed, your oath is exceptional."
Porcelain felt an immense weight lifted off her withers as quickly as she felt its burden.
'Oh thank the fucking princesses! All those big words Eerie uses are actually good for something!'
Matilda turned her back to Porcelain and sprawled out across the table with her ass on full display, the basin being the only thing between it and the pegasus.
"Arrell. Prepare the new devotee's communion, and do not taint the offering." Matilda demanded.
Wordlessly, Arrell approached Matilda and climbed atop the table. Porcelain looked up in silent awe. The yellow earth pony was fully erect, revealing a cock that the she could've sworn was nearly as long as her foreleg. She gazed upon it with hunger before it disappeared behind the equally impressive pair of balls that she had since grown familiar with. The various scents wafting all around her were overwhelming. Matilda's densely aromatic ass and vulva, Arrell's own musky genitalia, and the fetid stench of the bowl she leaned against were making it nearly impossible for her not to thrust a hoof between her hind legs and rub her pussy raw.
When she thought her olfactory couldn't be overstimulated further, just as Arrell had positioned her throbbing member at the barren entrance, Matilda let loose a deep, bellowing fart that washed over both the turgid organ and Porcelain's entire frame, making her tear up from the sheer heaviness of the reek.
As the the bubbling sound of Matilda's pucker tapered off, Arrell pushed herself in, sinking the head of her dick deep into the Madam's greedy rectum. They groaned in unison, relishing in the feeling of the plunged, hot depths.
"Hah...Fuck 'Tilda. I can feel it sloshing around inside." sighed Arrell.
Matilda grunted in acknowledgement, her mind preoccupied by how absolutely stuffed she felt.
Slowly but steadily, Arrell began to pump in and out of Matilda's tailhole, each thrust leaving the massive horsecock smeared with fresh streaks of shit. Layers upon layers of filth building up every time the imposing phallus sunk into the ever bedraggled ring of flesh. Porcelain watched with rapt attention at the show she was getting, leaning in as close as she could. She wasn't entirely sure how much this played into her initiation, but she sure wasn't complaining. Watching Arrell ramp up the force of her thrusts was pushing Porcelain from a feeling of desire to outright desperation, and the final straw broke when the pendulous ball sack swinging back and forth began grazing her muzzle, wiping sweat upon it. Her restraint broke, and a wayward hoof found it's way between her legs, furiously mashing away at her winking love button, bracing herself on the basin with her other hoof to keep herself reared up.
Matilda was moaning like a wild beast as her friend and fellow cultist pummeled her ass, thoroughly mixing up the gift she was ready to bestow for the eager pegasus. Arrell's cock had become completely caked, it's original color completely obscured by the new malodorous pigment, with the increasingly softened manure running all the way back to her swollen sack.
Porcelain, needing to be closer, climbed into the basin and pushed her face into Arrell's sweat and shit covered scrotum, groaning in lust from finally being able to feel those hypnotic orbs smother her snout. She breathed deep the miasmic pheromones as though she were starved of them, her moans of gratification muffled by the flesh, sending vibrations tingling all throughout the delicate organs.
Unfortunately Arrell was under very strict instructions, and against her own wants and needs, came to a stop and pulled out of the madam before she could blow her load into her bowels.
Feeling like she had royally screwed something up, Porcelain frantically climbed out of the receptacle and returned to her original position. It wasn't a second later that she heard a wet bubbling sound, and watched as Matilda's pucker erupted with an enormous crackling wave of semisolid slop that spilled endlessly into the basin.
Porcelain watched awestruck as the stone container quickly filled up from the powerful diarrhetic river pouring out of the back of Matilda. The defecating mare huffed and groaned as she emptied herself in front of her initiate, reveling in the feeling of excretion and the thought of the new pony devouring it.
Porcelain honestly thought that with as quickly as her shit was gushing out, that Matilda would have emptied much sooner. but even as the muck rose to the top, it just kept coming, eventually overflowing and spilling out onto the floor. Matilda did however eventually empty, leaving her panting and exasperated from the ordeal. Porcelain was covered in brown splotches across her face, chest and hooves. Some from Arrell's filthy ball sack, most from Matilda's waste splashing on her. She looked down at her communion with anticipation, eyeing it like it was the most coveted meal in Equestria, her clit winking like mad and her mare juices consistently dripping.
Matilda was facing Porcelain once again, looking down on her and the feculent results with pride. The fumes from her shit would drop most ponies at first whiff, but all of the ponies in attendance drank it in as though it were the fumes from the most appetizing delicacy.
"Alright my dear. You've waited this long...Partake."
Porcelain immediately pushed her entire snout into the revolting slop and started noisily slurping it down. With her head tilted down, her eyes looked upwards to meet Matilda's approving gaze. The gurgled, needy moans of the pegasus was like music to her ears as she watched the mare gulp the slurry down.
Arrell on the other hoof had grown tired of watching from the side, and with dick still plenty hard, found herself behind the small bubble butt of Porcelain yet again. The pegasus jolted from the sudden weight on her back. Arrell brought her mouth over to one of her ears.
"That felt pretty rad earlier, you trying to suffocate yourself in my nuts. But you almost messed up the rite, you know." She said in her flat tone.
Porcelain whimpered pathetically as she continued to suck down her offering. She figured she had almost ruined everything, but the those big, heavy balls were simply too tempting to pass up. Then she felt it, the tip of that monstrous cock poking at her asshole. Still slick with Matilda's runny shit, Arrell shoved herself into Porcelain's tight rear entrance. The pegasus was certainly no stranger to anal, but this monster was still a lot to take in. By the time Arrell had hilted, it felt like that beast was going to come up her throat and pop out of her mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so full.
With Arrell nestled deep in a new hole, she proceeded to pump away into the petit pegasus, determined this time to get her rocks off. Porcelain felt stretched to her absolute limit, struggling to stay focused on the bowl of shit in front of her. It became even more difficult as the thrusting grew more fervent, and Arrell put both her hooves on the back of her head, dunking her further into the bowl.
Matilda laid on her side, taking in the sight of her friend plowing away at the helpless mare. She looked down at the basin and had to admit to herself that she was impressed with Porcelain's efforts. It had nearly been completely drained, and looked like it would be soon. Her moans were much more audible and she sounded very close to cumming. The pegasus looked up, her eyes looking as though they were pleading for permission.
"Cum dear. You've more than earned it."
Porcelain's pucker clenched hard around the still pounding rod of pony flesh as her pussy squirted out every last drop of marecum she had in her, the fluids raining down onto Arrell's bulbous sack and the overflow of waste on the floor. The sheer pressure of Porcelain's colon walls clamping down was enough to drive Arrell over the edge as well, ejaculating a healthy dose of her own brand of 'marecum' deep into the pegasai's guts. The small, blue mare's tummy had bloated considerably from the the vulgar body fluids within her, giving her an ample pudginess to her otherwise lithe form.
The once copulating ponies were exhausted, Porcelain more so after the grand hammering she had just taken. She tilted her head up with what was left of her energy to see a very proud Matilda beaming at her.
"You did splendidly my dear. I am honored to welcome you to the cult. Now all that is left is for you to do is cleanse the sacred instruments of the rite, and your initiation will be complete."
Porcelain looked at the fecal splattered bowl before her, and began dragging her tongue all across the rim and it's interior. The stone texture was rough, but not abrasive. As she cleaned, she winced at how sore she felt below.
'Oof, that's gonna hurt tomorrow. But mare, was it worth it.'
Before she knew it the basin was spotless, but still reeking of fresh and old shit just as bad, if not worse than before. Porcelain felt like she could crawl into it and pass out right there despite the smell.
"Ahem. Dear, you still have one more instrument to cleanse."
The pegasus looked up confused before she suddenly had a large slab of sticky warm flesh draped over her face. She turned to face Arrell and her generous package properly. She smiled sweetly at Arrell the entire time she lapped away the filth, even though Arrell herself looked bored the entire time, save for a weak smile and a faint blush she tried to pretend wasn't there.
After licking up the last feculent morsel from the wrinkles in the dick-mare's sack, Porcelain could finally say her ritual was complete. She hobbled over to one set of curtains and took a peek outside. It was late, and she was worried that she was going to have to make the long trek home on hoof. No cab driver alive would let her in their carriage soaked from head to hoof in shit and cum, and she was far too tired to attempt flight.
"Come now, dear, I have an extra room here. I wouldn't make you travel home this late at night. I'm not that cruel." Matilda giggled wickedly.
"Oh, thank you so much Madam Matilda-ahhh." Porcelain said, the end of her sentence tapering into a yawn.
"Not at all, my dear. Thank you for being such an enthusiastic initiate. The pleasure was all mine, watching you scarf down the entire basin without relenting. I think you'll be right at home here with the cult." Matilda praised. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be retiring to my own chambers. Your room will be down the hall and to the left."
"Sweet, I'm stepping out for a smoke." Arrell added.
Soon everypony departed for the night, each pony going in separate directions. Porcelain didn't have the wherewithal to think clearly, much less about the debauched events that had just transpired. All she knew was that she was sore, tired, and had a damn good time getting to that point. The last thing she thought before falling unconscious...
'If that was just the welcome wagon, I wonder what the regular meetings are like. Peach would love it here...'
And with that, she passed out, unwashed and lulled to sleep by fatigue. The gurgling contents brewing deep within her stomach and tailhole churned and leaked out of her onto the bed's once clean comforter throughout the night.
Author's Note
Finally a break in the silence! Special thanks to Arrell for letting me write their cute pones. Hopefully I can avoid another huge gap between stories!
