[Vore] Harvest Hooty-heiney

by Septia

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex
Length: 7522

Vore Themed Cider harvest festival, anal vore, gas, later disposal.

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

This is your warning~.

Sweet apple acres has taken on a load of farmhooves to aid in this year's cider harvest, and it is time for everypony to get a taste of the celebrations.

This is the first story in the "Harvest Hooty-heiney" series.
The second entry can be found here:
Come back next Filthy Friday for the release.
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(Spoilers)
(Character Quote: "Well ain't that a heck'uva sight." -Applejack)

(Quick guide:

Harvest celebrations, relaxation, willing causal anal vore, same size, female pred, dancing, gas, huge farts.

After 1st: Belly kneading, oral sex, blowjob, gas, chubby tummy, implied mass vore. Sitting the hay.

After 2nd: Casual anal vore, implied uncertain fate. Hitting the say.)

2nd Story:

(Quick guide:

Belching, chatting with meal, disposal ( post-vore scat ), big dumps, toiler paper transformation.

After 1st: Epilogue, finished wiping. )

(Legend:

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Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories connected but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates. Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)
I do not own several characters depicted in this story. This is a work of parody and perversion.

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[Story preview:

“Phoooweee,” rose a wrinkled yet spry voice, “but ah say, what's so good 'bout a bunch a barrels of cider, if their ain't no pony ta drink with?” Granny smith proclaimed.
To which Applejack raised her hat. “Ya'll heard her. You've all worked like apples, and now, is time tah play like apples too, let the cider flow~,” she announced as barrels were rolled up and tapped, and ponies flocked to fill up their tankards. Fiddlesticks took the cue, and music filled the barn.

Continued in the story above.]

Tags:

Willing Soft-Vore 3rd-person Anal-Vore Same-Size feral onomatopoeia Consensual Male-Female-Prey Female-Casual-Pred Multiple-Prey My-Little-Pony Fart gas Stomach-noises Implied-Fatal Quadruped Applejack Big-Mac Party Belly-rubbing Oral-Sex Blowjob MLP Post_Vore Disposal_Scat TP_TF Outhouse Watersports

Willing Soft-Vore 3rd-person Anal-Vore Same-Size feral onomatopoeia Consensual Male-Female-Prey Female-Casual-Pred Multiple-Prey My-Little-Pony Fart gas Stomach-noises Fatal Quadruped Applejack MLP Post_Vore Disposal_Scat TP_TF Outhouse Watersports

Published 2022-07-29 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-05 21:26:46 UTC

[vore] Harvest Hooty-Heiney Day 1

Harvest Hooty-heiney

Day 1

Written by Septia.

-Kltcch- The wooden tankard clacked against the table. Throughout the room anticipation ruled with baited breaths.

“Come on… come on…” Came a whisper through the silence.

-Crrnnch- A crank of the tap, and… -Frrrhhssssh- A torrent of brilliant amber flushed through the tip to foam into the mug.

“Hoooo nelly,” Applejack burst out, joined in a chorus of cheers from the stocked barn. She trotted up to stand by the first tapped barrel of this year's cider, and looked out over the crowd; Apple family members dotted the room, but the majority was a collection of earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, griffons, and changelings. All the new farm hooves they had accepted, bearing witness to the fruits of their labour.

“Everypony, ah can't begin ta thank ya'll enough. A few years back, ah'd never consider opening up the farm to so many. But, it's in realising us laying stubborn notions ta rest, and all ya'lls tremendous aid, that we've managed to make enough cider for all of Ponyville, and then sum,” she called out to a roil of cheers. The mare brought her hat to her chest. “It is a great honor, to consider ya'll part of the apple family orchard, and, mah friends.”

“Aaawww.”

“Awwww.”

“Awaww.” Came from the audience as a new warmth spread amid the scent of sweat and hay.

“Phoooweee,” rose a wrinkled yet spry voice, “but ah say, what's so good 'bout a bunch a barrels of cider, if their ain't no pony ta drink with?” Granny smith proclaimed.

To which Applejack raised her hat. “Ya'll heard her. You've all worked like apples, and now, is time tah play like apples too, let the cider flow~,” she announced as barrels were rolled up and tapped, and ponies flocked to fill up their tankards. Fiddlesticks took the cue, and music filled the barn.

Applejack wiped her brow before putting on her hat, stepping down off the table and brushing over her white vest, which’s fancy was starting to itch. It had been quite a summer, spent with wonderful new ponies so willing to help out with the farm. She had thought it would have meant a bit less work, though even now, musky brine clumped at her orange coat, gumming her vest and blue work shorts to her hide. This was quite a momentous get celebration, though all she wanted was to let loose and get out of these duds.

“Applejack, hi~.”

“Pink Lady, glad ya could make it.” Applejack hugged her cousin before passing one another.

“Applejack.”

“Tornado tail, thanks again for all ya hard work.” Another hug was given, though this one -Sllfpfht- sounded sticky on the way back. “Pardon, guess ah've still been puttin’ in a lotta work.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way, dude,” the griffon ensured.

More a more ponies, more and more hugs and hoofshakes and triumphant gestures. Up until she reached out for another embrace. But was stopped by a tankard pushed to her chest.

The changeling holding it put on a big smile. “You haven't gotten a drop yet yerself.”

Applejack scoffed with a smile, and took the tankard. “'Preciated, Jolle, this one's fer you.” She said and brought the tankard to her lips. -Gllogmpl- -Bflgoomph- -Oogmgnh- In the same swig the farm mare chugged gulp after gulp of cider, stumbling backwards as her head went higher, until… -Dffrrshhfttwp- she slumped flank first into a heap of a hay hill along the walls.

“Oomph, phaaaa.” -Huuuraraaalooollrpsp- A gale wind of guttural growls rippled past her lips along streamers of foam, tainting the air in the fermented tang of pressed apples, to the point it brought forth a citrus tartness to the belch; a flavour that would gradually blanket the barn.

“Phaa…” Applejack sighed as she sloughed back in the hay, lounging to a sprawl. She was met by some cheers from farm hooves resting with her in the heap. More soon joined with their own filled mugs. The mare scooched right out of her blue duds as she collapsed into the heap, aided by the tent protruding and grinding up the cloth before -Sfnfnthg- springing forth, the mare's meat twitching proud and stiff, to dip only as the mare begun to truly unwind.

“Phoooa, that's how it's done,” she huffed. -Bbwnngbn- The quick raise of her chest sprawled down along her frame, rolling through the plush layer of pudge budding on her barrel up to rattling out to the peaks of the love handles pinched up over he above her hind. Dunes of soft blubber jiggled like the rising cusp of a springy muffin. Though, whilst the mare relaxed and chugged another mouthful of cider, one could see underneath this cloak of blubber formed sturdy brawn. Abdominals clustered together and protruding up in her barrel whilst with each breath. A sturdy core wrapped in a snug blubber-blanket for cuddles.

“Geeze girl, you even drink hard,” an auburn mare noted, “do you ever relax?”

“Sure ah do, but, this is still all a bit much for me.”

“Haven't we worked together for many moons by now?”

“Yeah course, but… just, look out there,” she said and gestured to the open doors, into the mid-afternoon, and the stretching fields of apple trees sprawled across the orchard, “so many new trees planted, so many new uns thriving, maybe it is just mah eyes but, Ah even feel the grass's gone greener ever since the spring. Ah never thought there'd be so many willin' ta help out.”

“Applejack I only wished you'da asked sooner.”

“Yeah. Ah’ve nevah felt so alive and full ah energy evah since workin' on the farm.”

“Yeah we crushed it.” The farmhooves around her cheered and dunked their mugs together for a swig.

“You guys…~” Applejack sniffled, cheeks dusted with pink. -Ghrbglglpghs- A rumble shook through Applejack's gut. Dancing batches of soft pudge punctuated by a flex of her brawn imprinting into the soft tissue, as her body clenched for the growl to delve deeper… -Pppbfbrrwhtphhhfffwgrth- A thick burst flushed from the mare's flanks, the flatulence burrowing and dispersing in the hay below her to seep outwards and upwards with a confetti of straw through stacks of billowing smog. The surrounding heap rustled with the rather ripe rump remedy. The radiant heat felt through the sitting farm hooves, who in turn felt quivers rising up their backs.

“Pardon, heh, That cider went right through me, guess ah've been neglecting dinner, what with there being so much to do.”

Several of the ponies exchanged glances.

“Applejack, we can't have that.” A stallion-mare said with a flap of his eyebrows.

“Phff, m is fine. Though, well, Ah suppose,” Applejack said and shifted in the hay, raising her hind off the stack until -Sllpth- The two buns clapped and rested onto each other as doughy folds of chubby flank brawn. “Ah could if any o ya'll are inclined to, help gimmie a hoof with the whole dinner situation, ah'd be more than happy to offer some genuine apple family hospitality,” she said with a sultry twang to her jovial tone, jiggling her cheeks, so they bobbed free from the last stretch of her duds -Pfprrht- with a faint puff rattling the exposed flanks.

The farm hooves looked to each other, then nearly all of them raised their hoof into the air. “I'd be happy to hel-.”

“Hey I'm pudgier, I'd make a more filing-.”

“Dudes, this is Aj's decision.”

“Applejack chuckled. “Aww, well, if ya insist, Ah've sures built an appetite.” Shooed between them, before wrapping a hoof around them. “Yer… m-… ah… March… March Fluff, right?”

The mare smiled and nodded so her bushy, poofy mane bobbed. “Thank you so much for remembering, sorry for the bother though, but soon you can just call me butt butter~.”

“Well, aren't cha just the sweetest thing. Ah bet ya'll make sum hearty flank food.” Applejack guided the mare's head down towards her hind, brushing over her mane as she pushed them against he plush cheeks.

March nuzzled her snoot right up between her cheeks, plying the pudge apart to the pulsating ponut, pinched taut before it spluttered -Bbbrrfffmmfmphhththstsths- -Fpprrhhthts- Billowing clouds of lime smog filtered out through the orange fanny, soaking the mare's face in the brunt of the rump ripened malodour of prickly fruit pulp.

“Mfmwpfmm.” March huffed out into the cheeks with a broad smile, beaming hearts in her eyes as she soaked in the guttural gust.

“Phooey, well iffen ya liked that, ah got lots more for ya up there, now… giddiy up…~. Mmfpfh.” Applejack huffed out as she eased her pucker open, gaping into a tunnel of furrowed flesh and drippling bowl drool, before tucking the pony's face up through the pillowy trenches and -Slpghthhtpstsh- fitting through the snug cleft the farm mare's depths. -Grhrhflfprshtthsts- A rustle of crinkles vibrated from dampened clutches of Applejack's haunches. The brim within warped over the earth pony's muzzle. Slick meat crawled down their features and slicking their ears back under the damp clutches of the bowels, as the pony's head guided through the moist embrace. -Flcpthsh- -Clpfshthts- Applejack's pucker clenching and pinching down over the fluff of a mane crowning the mare's head she tucked the snack deeper, letting out a few huffs from tensing her hind muscles.

“Phew, th mfphs phoso, is that a helpful farm hoof, or think ya could give em a hoof? Your mane feels smooth in my rump but its like working mahself down a broom.”

“Oh fmms mfah pha, o-of course,” March fluff responded, shaking her head a bit in the cheeks which rattled throughout Applejack's body. Blubber clamping down on March around March's face as she wedged her hooves in between the cheeks and -Spfllrprtsh- Pried open the pucker to fit the circumference of the head, -Sllpfhfhts- a slick trailing of the walls of flesh whilst they wormed their way down the mare's head and pinched to pulsate around her hooves and neck.

Applejacks' abdomen protruding right behind her shaft which twitched form the rear intrusion, the outlines of the mare's muzzle sculpted forth under her coat whilst she wiggle down her hind on the helpful snack. “Phsoo, much obliged, that's working together we'll get you tucked up mah bum lickedy split,” Applejack assured and wound her cheeks back into the heap, a humid tremor of expanding bowls accompanied by the crinkle of polishing flesh -Bghrlrlpghhgssgh- -Chhrrl- -CLslfhths- fanning from her hind as her cheeks engulfed the mare's front hooves, sinking past her shoulders with the creaks of a well oiled pout warping ahead -Schhprhrs-.

Within the clutches of her rear, March felt the dampness of zymurgy cellar, a steamy character of yellowed apple mush sinking in through her nostrils, mingling with the raw musk of a working mare soaking her muscle in brine. -Spfbrhrhrpththhts- The walls oscillated around a flood of fumes whistling past her body and soaking in a sharp pungency and dash of pepper -Flprrhhtpthhthssst-. The rippling of the pucker easing Applejack's cheeks down along March Fluff's barrel. Gradually the mare's arching contours bloated out on Applejack's front, contained by the flexing layer of pudge and brawn crowding her stomach, as the mare wound herself deeper and deeper up her bowels.

-Grflsfrrlchs- March felt the bowels churn and undulate around her, kneading in with a moist clench of bow guttural grease and lubricants soaking into her frame. She was glued to the rippling walls of Applejack's tush. With the flood of salty, tart odours and oily swabs, beginning to immerse herself in the role of a pickled apple, belonging whole form to the family.

“Mmfpfh mpsha…” Applejack huffed, wringing her rear back and fort, cheeks clamping around Arch's tush, the thighs bearing the three cotton ball cutiemark framed by the orange mare's fanny bearing down on her. “Mfms just, ammmfoabout got ehmsm there, phew, sure are afms a filling morsel,” she said and scratched thunder the bulge of March's chin at her abdomen.

The twang of a violin stings cut through the atmosphere, and with a steady rhythm, the music took hold in, ramping up its pace with an infectious bridge.

“Mmhm soo, hey, butt butter, ah think I know just the way to git ya done, and start to work off some of the flab ya'll inevitable plaster on my flank, giddy up.” she called out and hoisted herself off the heap with March's legs flailing out her cheek,- Ggpgshgshba- gut sloughing to a gurgle at her front as she set off to the middle of the barn and jointed in the coming dance.

“Yeeeehaw,” she called out as the line of dancers formed, stomping hooves thunderous stomps from dozens of hooves and cheer of hollers charging the atmosphere. -Clflprhthhs- With each stomp and sway -Slpghthbgh- Applejack's cheeks clapped together over the mare's buns, working them inwards with the hops and -Clgpththsg- spins on the dance floor. -Sflplthths- Hoisting stretches of the mare up through the canyon go soaked in throaty residue of hard work, and tucked up into the depths of the mare's jostling barrel.

“Yeeeee haw, come on everypony, you know the moves, just, mfm-clpthts-, let loose,” Applejack cheered as she wrung her rear to -Cllfprhpthsa- let it engulf March's hind legs, only the wiggling tips of the cyan hooves poking out in the doughy clutches of the dancing buns, fling with the flapping tail curling around Applejack's. S-cllpghthg- Her gut heaved and slourched about, the clear outlines melded together into a mishmash of bumps and protrusions as the mare was heaved higher. Then, in a rousing spin from the flinging belly -Sglphghtbths- with a heaving along Applejack's motions -Sfhhthrlwlfptus- the torque sucked in the last length of the mare, -Chlffhthts- hauling her hooves and tail into the gaping pucker, and tucking along Applejack's own yellow tail in the same tuck. -Scllpghtpghghsua- Applejack's gut tummy protrude to the girth of a whole, healthy pony locked in her lower intestines with the final swing. Feeling her tail crammed within, reigning in herself with tension. -Bllgpthths a- broiling boil rippled through her abdomen- Towards the crescendo of the music, seeing Applejack's brewing pressure, other apple family members ground their full guts to the ground or massages their throats, raising hind and muzzle high in tandem as the final notes came. Together, they all let out tumultuous -Grhhaaauauurrosp- -Bhuraahahruursp- -Bfbrrffwwrth- -Ffhhrrbbbvwwrth- and… -Fbbrrpwrrrwwrrrrppfthhss- she matched the ultimate note of the hootenanny with a guttural expulsion blowing out a roaring steam cloud of pale green smoke and hauling out tail in the gust. -Slfpths- The freed tail flicking off thick splotches of colon fluids in the wake of the mired stank of a mulched apple bog.

And as the song ended, a farm hoof called out. “And now that's what we call a tailwind.”

A cheerful chuckle spread through the dancing crowd, as Applejack took a movement to wipe her brow and rub at the bundles of lumps clogging up her barrel, sucking in a breath through her snout in satisfaction.

“Phaa, really hit the spot March mulch.” she cooed and -Sclptch- gave their pony engorged mare a friendly spank.

~ 1 ~

-Twhhddwkpmp- Applejack's hind slammed back into the hay. -Grkgphsbtlpghtsh- With her gut sagging behind in a meaty jostle, prodding to and fro with March wiggling about through the mare's engorged middle.

“Mmfpghwg. Mwpwd, mmsgpgh. Mwmgyrmgpgsh.” Squeals and coos rippled out along with the -Ghrllblsh- Gurgles and churns of the mare's abdomen. Folds of blubber formed under the resonating struggle, waves of surface chub warping morphing along the clogged gut in with soothing -Grhrbbgs- -Clpghhhghs-. The rustling gut even bounding forth to brush against Applejack's shaft, the making her firm meat weave and sway along the motions of the tumultuous gut.

“Photo, settle down, Ah can assure you were delicious, just the sweet thang my ass needed to snack on, mfs, though you armmf, making it a touch hard to reach.” She mumbled hooves stretching and -Blglpth- moulding into the gut bump blocking her path towards her shaft. After a few attempts, she noticed she'd garnered the attention of a yellow stallion. Her eyebrows sloped to a sultry slant, and let her fishing pole bob, the rich, pink meat luring the stallion closer, till his cheeks match its hue. “Ah know You've already helped more than enough, but, if you wouldn't mind, therse still a task I could use a healthy tongue foourush nelly.”

Applejack shuddered as a flush tongue planted itself at the base of her shaft, the pale stallion drawing up along her mighty mast, shifting his leverage forwards to push the twitching pole back the higher he went -Sbbthtsb- Till it ploughed into the soft gut sack, parting the flab around the pole and forming crevice the stallion's neck slotted into perfectly. His eyes peeked up at her, whilst the gut churned and jostled between them. -Scllfhprth- Then wrapped his lips over the tip, slowly cloaking the flared head in a blanket of salivating humidity, eliciting a twang of gratification through Applejack's frame, her spine shuddering from the back of her neck to the head of her cock. -Slpfth- Spilling some premature cider down the stallion's cheeks.

“Phoroa wohoey, You sure know how to work that mouth?”

The stallion's lips puckered to a kiss on her mast to free his maw. “I've got experience, and really look like you look like you need to unwind some,” he said before hoisting a tankard, chugging down the whole bath for a boost of energy, panting out a warm breath of musty cider air down her shaft before… -Sfllfpthhts- wrapping his lips along the head, and dipping down, bobbing into the blubber whilst devouring her dick, his Viagra mane scuffing up as it swabs and weaved against the billowing blubber pushing and jostling down Applejack's barrel. Drooling streams of cider and spittle swept over Applejack's member, their flare throbbing in the back of the stallion's maw, contained and massaged by his neck working over her stressed erection. “Mfmfsn aohh hold it there cow pony ah mgms ooa... phooie. Didn't expect to get a workout this soon after eatin'.” Applejack huffed out between slick wheezes of the stallion delving deep down her steady crotch trunk.

“Mfmmpf gmpsghsh,” he mumbled and gargled around her dick.

“Fmmwpggmsp, Wmpf fmwpgs-.” Came the muffled mumbles from her gut in turn as his head kneaded into the folds of dunes of her abdomen, Applejack left to massaging down the bumps on her gut as the stallion swallowed her cock.

Around them, the part more and more ponies saw how casual and rowdy the party was getting, and gradually the surrounding celebrations was corrupted to a beautiful tapestry of lust and hunger.

~ 2 ~

-Bbfrrbglfpgblflpshths- A bubbling flutter of smog boiled out Applejack's hind, fluttering her tail in the escaping vapours of vinegar and greasy rust, soaking the stallion resting between her thighs.

“Phaaa~.” He let out with a warm sigh. Atop his muzzle sprawled Applejack’s dick, flaccid, thick, heavy, slumped along the arch of his muzzle with her portly sac weighing into his silver mane. The mast radiating an aura of pheromones with raw, hot musk imbued with a tang of saliva and the tart crisp of cider which percolated along the wet slab of meat. A lingering moist of pulp and lust soaking him. All around them the festivities were trail winding down. -Bhruuaalp- -Fbbrrwwrrtph- A belch there, or a bout of flatulence venting there. There were a few less at the party since its start, though all were just as satisfied.

“Pho, thank ya, didn't realise how much I had pent up.”

-Glgmgpsh- the stallion swallowed. “I did~.”

“What's ya name? Don't mf mtoo hazy to remember-.”

“Twinkle,” he responded, “I am an actor, of sorts.”

“Oh, right.” -Bhghrllgbgbpsggh- -Clhhrrlpfhts- Applejack's gut growled above him, smoothened and slopping gently in sluggish heaves like a sack full of batter, surfaced smoothed to a hefty lump weighing down her barrel. “Heh, If yer looking for lodging for the night, I got a hole you could starr-in, or ehm, get the main hole, eurh, back stage…” Applejack mumbled, stumbling through her words.

Twinkle giggled. “Haven't had enough already?”

“Its been a long day, Ah could go for seconds,” she smushed and flapped her tail revolved to her side, sandwiching him between her thighs and flickinge her tail out of the way.

Twinkle wiggle up to her cheeks, nuzzling into he hind and giving each cheek a smooch before sinking into their grasp. “

“Mfmfs, ooh yeah~.” Applejack huffed, her pucker twitching ahead of Twinkle's muzzle, stretching and warping open to a wide gape, enough for the stallion to -Sllflfpwhfhfbthsh- slot his muzzle right into, the slick brim clamping around his head and twitching over his ears, plastering in a film of congealed bowel lube through his mane and matting his coat as it contorted past his head, -Sflfpshths- trawling closed as he sunk into her trenches, the puffy brim of flesh settling snug around his neck in a collar of rugulose flesh, winking to massage and -Sflfpshtsh- a crinkle along his neck.

“Mfms mpha…” Applejack sighed and slumped back, her cheeks weighing down on Twinkle's shoulder and smothering his chest.

“Mmpfh gmgpsh?” He mumbled out. Mmfsm “You are quite a big meal, Ah'm gonna pace myself, if that's alright?”

“Mfmwf wmmg.” The stallion huffed out.”

“Glad ta hear, cus ifm smpfh mfmpsh… that's the tickert.” -Fbbrrpprf -BBrllffmotptptotths- A blubbering roar of boiling fumes through Applejack's depths, the fruity vinaigrette exhaust coming to a halt at the pony lodged up her hind, a few vents of -flflt- fumes whistling around his neck, whilst the brunt compiled and condensed into a moisture slathering his face in concentrated mare funk. Swirling the cramped bow rectum.

“Phew haa, aan effective fart pillow to boot, hope ay dun mind marinating in tha tone for a bit,” Applejack said as she shifted back with a sway of her hind, kneading into and dipping her hooves deep into her gut, rolling bundles pockets of gas down her intestines to build up at her huffing, squirming little plot plug.

“Mmgfomp oomph. “Phaa… thanks for the pick me up big bro, always got mah back, huh?” Applejack said

“Eee-yup,” big mack affirmed, taking the empty cider tankard and hauling it into basket on his back. -Fllbpglptb- -Bpfflflgllrst- A grueling, chunky churn and drag of gooey globules rustled from his middle. As he started to heave off, his gut distended to flatten against he ground by his hooves, with variables in various stages of digestion trailing form the top down towards the smooth cemented bottom. “Whoa, didn't even notice, ya really pigged out today, huh? Ah got quite the glutton of a brother.”

“Eee-yup.”

“Just makes sure we got enough farm hooves left, then again, we could gather some more come spring.”

“Eee-yup.” Big mac smiled, and sauntered of on his journey to collect cups and trash, -Fllfphttb-Glspthg- dragging his heafy gut of churning friends beneath him.

“Mfms, wheelp,” -Fllpfbhtht, Applejack was interrupted by a flush of mists trickling through her hind, around the neck of the stallion still lodged in her rear, moaning gently with his nape soaked in liquid farts.

“Mmfs, yeah Twinkle, that's bout time to hit the hay proper for tonight, reckon I've kept you stewing up my bum long enough that you'dmmf be a smooth sailing from 'ere.” She huffed out as he stood, stomach dipping like teardrop beneath her -Sflpgbths- -Cllpfhthhsts- and her pucker twitching and warping open, trailing over the stallion's neck as the cheeks -Cslpthgs- Clamped together and hoisted him towards in the smoothing hold of her flanks. -Clggphthgs- -Clplgghhts- “Phaaa, right so, just a bit further,” Applejack mumbled as she sauntered out of the barn. With gentle throbs of her cheeks her hind hauled the spent, yellow-fumes marinated stallion up her bowels.

-Chhrlrlpghthhgstsha- -Clspthtpw- By the time she'd reached her bed, the pucker warped closer around a shifting pair of hooves, -Cllgpthpghsha- her gut bounced down in her past her lap, -Twllpfhthstwp- where the chunky gruel got a new friend to stir up the clay smoothed bulges. Applejack kneaded around her gut, sinking her hooves into the blubber and -Slflpthg- -Thtbglwlpth- heaved her stomach into her bed. “Phoo hey there, fm easy now,” she muttered. The mare crawling up after her bloated hill of a tummy, shuffling in under the blanket as the springs of her mattress cried -Crrhhhrnrnttng-.

“Phaa…” -Smmmch- She gave the tip of her belly a smooch. “Rest easy you two, drop you off a the outhouse come morn, haawwmwmfmfs… fm mha… that's an apple family promise…,” she mumbled, letting her eyelids weight close and drifting away to the chorus of -Hgrlgpghsbh- -Chrlrlpghgs- churns of digestion steamrolling her helpful, meaty morsels.

[Scat] Harvest Hooty-Heiney Day 2

Harvest Hooty-heiney
Day 2

Written by Septia.

-Grrhaaauuurop- Applejack greeted the orchard with a broiling belch. Her expulsion of humid gullet breath compacted her barrel around its newest occupant. A thin film of chub cloaking their outlines and highlighting the bloated congestion stored below in the mare's guts.

“Phhewwwow.” Applejack sighed ands stepped out. -Clll- -Cllthnngwwmg- Her gut swelled, dipping back into its engorged girth to brush over the grass, waves of blubber coursing over her stomach. Blubber swaying, weighed down the ripened fruits of labor.

“Mmfr gmmwmg,” came a voice embedded in her abdomen.

“Gotta say a mighty thanks to ya. Ah may've been overcompensatin' with ma meals since the celebration, But I really felt like ah could go for a steady breakfast to start the day.” -Grhrhbglgpghs- Her stomach rattled as she sauntered along. “But mark mah words, ah'll have ya mulched up into some prime horse apples.”

The farm mare let her gaze wander over the orchard: trees fresh from the harvest and many still full of bright, plump fruit. Along the road laid many shoots as well planted and maintained with their new help, who by now had settled sturdy in anticipation for the growing cold ahead. She was not the first one awake, several farm hooves bucking threes and carrying baskets, while many others… -Bbrfflfshptsh- -Cltpghhthstsa- Were unloading fresh fertilizer from the evening's festivities, tiling the ground for new and old trees alike to benefit from the generous farmhooves sustaining the plants.

“Haa, that's how it's done,” she hummed, as she trotted off towards one of the outhouses.

-Kktcnnchg- The door flung open in a blur of sky blue.

“Phhgeeeze, that stinks, but I guess the worse the fuel smells the more potent it is, phew. Still not gonna sniff ya though,” Rainbow dash said as she fanned her wings back, dispersing a tail of smog still seeping out of her hind.

“Oh hai rainbow.”

“Eey AJ, rocking party last night.”

“Er yeas hmrhmm,” Applejack coughed a bit with a sly smirk.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for letting me crash,” Rainbow began, then tapped her hooves together, “and for letting me have some of the cider at first batch, I just couldn't wait for today.”

Applejack snickered. “Ah had a feeling it be done be like that. Yer welcome. An maybe next year, ya might even help out some at the farm yaself.”

“Oouug, aaah, yeah, totally. Oh but hey, I got something to repay you right now, ta-dah,” she said holding up a tankard sized bolt of fine cloth. “This is some super fancy toilet paper doohickey I got from Rarity, apparently you can't get softer than this, unless your scrubbed your heinie with a cloud.”

“Oh, really, I dun need any-.” -Ghrbrglpgghs- -Fpfprht- growls followed by a faint whisper of fermented cabbage and blackcurrant fog. “Ehe, but ah'll gladly accept it iffen yer offering,” she said and took the bolt, weighing it in her hoof. “Wowsers, this’s softer than a newborn calf's tush, can't believe ya resisted using any of it fer yourself.”

Dash's lip twitched. “Uuh, ah, yeah, precisely, uhm anyway I gotta dash ok bye, I'll,” she said and set off, calling back as she faded into the sky, “I'll come back for more cider later.”

Applejack shook her head with a chuckle, and shuffled into the emptied outhouse.

-PPdtwmmp- The orange hind smothered the seat in a mudslide of plot, Applejack leaning back and cressing over her engorged gut to sooth the latest occupant whilst te growls surged through her intestines.

“Alright every pony, think we can fmfnsn handle one last heave, fmmfss, come now, I kfmfs know yer reliable pony folk, wont's cha prove for me that ya'll can eb some real prime manure as well?” she poked her gut, rubbing the bulge of a head of the breakfast farm hoof. “that goes fer you too, ah know i's cramped but give em a good buck would ya?” Applejack said and hoisted her gut, bobbing it in her lap ass she strained. -Frrt- -Vrfft- Thin vents of fumes snuck out into the wooden hole. Her pucker plying forth between her cheeks, undulating around the strain, its twitching slowing as a creaking -flplghghhts- squeamish of a creamy behemoth crept up. -Spfllthhwhthst- The pucker twitching and splaying between heaves, the rugose flesh wedging wide with tethers of slime webbing the walls of the pit, all as the crinkle of a the colon caramel constipation crept closer, plugging up her pucker with a field of raw umber, broken up only by charcoal cracks and marble knobs of marble bone jutting through.

“Mmfn sah phooie, you've gon and real bunged up my bum, but Ah believe in ya, just, give it all ya gotmmfms mspgh…” Applejack huffed and gnawed on her lower lips. -Cllpghths- her gut collapsing tauter over her occupant in the throwss of her mire she was plugged with. The cheeks rumbled and her and her pucker -Flslpths- clenched taut enough to sink into the tactile clay budding out her pucker.

“Mhynnfnng, gsgs smm… Ghhahaa.” And then with one tremendous feat of strength. -Cggrjtpplgituhcsg- the Clog unlatched. -BBWrrhhrrrmmffffwwwwrpth- And with it unleashed a storm of flatulence. Outside, the deluge steam stirred the outhouse's foundation, rocked with a shackling of planks as the in the underlying bass-tone of gas bellowed. Rattling the seat beneath her as the mists of bowel baked fruit fermentation foamed the air in a crisp pang of butt roast equine in a cider marinade.

“Yeeew haaawmfmfs that how it's done, mfoa paha,” Applejack ocoughed out in the yellowed smog lingering in the outsuhosue.

-Cllpghtpbghs- The initial congestion of manure clapped down onto the growing heap in the septic tank beneath her -Slfphthghs- moulding the softer mortar of manure around it, partially submerged and partially demolishing the coolingg stacks beneath. -Sflpfhthsts- A clasp and crinkle from the shuffling filth echoed out as the flood of gasses above peeled off molten layer of syrupy sludge from he heap, unveiling the rib cage encircling the bale of filth keeping it steady, along with the cracked scapula and various shards of mare and stallion ivory tucked behind the manubrium. -Chrlrpghthsha- Applejack's pucker took a creaking gasp after the finial bale, projecting the beam of floodings fumes -Cllpthhsp- before the pit was filled up slag once more, rawrawsewage morphing the oto the outlines of the horse's hind, winking over the onslaught of manure before prying open to a full bloom -Chfrlrlphhthsthaha- and the pucker discharged began feeding out the column of packed pony fudge. -Clslpghths-a its surfaced slickend with colonbalm applied by the rubbing furrows and folds of the bowel trip, massaged throught the fissures dressing along the surface of the bale and polished -slflphfhhthsa- one last time by the pony's plush donut peeling off the muddy exterior witt a crinkle of gummed up papier mache -Sfhrcllpgthgphshgahsa-. The pillar extended, its bowel smoothed surface broke apart by broad chunks of ivory, tarnished in hues of amber and burnished beige by the surrounding manure, -Flpthsthhsc- Clavicles and stretches of pelvis bones massaged into shape with the outline of the dung bale, whilst -Flprhths- -Klspfhthsta- femurs, humerus and ribs unearthed in patches around clustered muddy fractures, warping the velvety puckers's brim around the bends and contortion of the skeletal littered heap egressing from the mare's sewage chute. -Flrlpthsh- -Clphthst- the weight tore along the ruptures along the loaf, tearing apart through the seams of gunk till they segmented and fell to the whims of gravity -Clpthghgsa- bllpghthst-. -Sflpshtbbtsh- Globules of the booty batter bale clumped and toppling onto the stack below, submerging the visage of bones under taffy thick bales of steaming muck.

“Mfm apfhaa phhooe, there ya go, coulda don with those bones milled up, thse apples need their calcium, though that's on me, as well, and I'll ensure ya'll be munched up into great fmanure, gimmie a Hwhoooo.” She wriggled her hind back to mush against the seat. -Bllglprghhhgs- A feeling the bubbling gruel rippling through her gut before vacating in a tornado of -BBBfhhhhppwrrrrrwptgsh- hooting gasses replying to her shouts, shaking the foundation beneath her as the cascade of fog bellowed out her fluttering brim and clapped unrushed under her bum to make her flank -Clpth-Ctplhc-Ptlhp- clap and applause in honour of the farmhooves' great service.

-Glpghtsba- -Cllvphrhprhstsh- Within the belly of the beast, Purple Fan laid at the mercy of the growls and whims of the gut. The stomach's otherwise languid sloughs and presses blossoming in their candour to wail on him in kneads that thrust ted them to and fro, clamped together in wringing hugs and mangles by each throb and clench orienting form the undulating bowels below -Cllpghthg- -KKrlspghthhta-. He felt the mulch below contort the surrounfing intestines -Clfphphrhsts- protruding bumps of stray clavicles and patella bones grinding into them amid the churns of the stomach.

“Phooey, Purple you hold smdsm up in their okay, feeling how your pals doing? Hope they dun disturb ya too much on their way out, least ya'll have the whom ah whole stomach to yourself after thi, s I recon they've given me enough energy to spare for a workday or two, so we can take it nice and slow,” Applejack said as she rubbed her gut. -Fplrprhhts- -Bbrrwprltsh- The mare airing out thick clouds of exhaust as the tendered to her growling gullet guest. “You've got quite the rump rodeo ahead of ya, a private mnnff, pass through these pipes till ya'll good and fudgey enough fer giving back to the ground. Think Ya'll be make good dung, by how good ya tasted ah'd sure like ta think so. So just ease up in there and, and let digestion take its course, ya'll be I'll take over from here, and let ya bake into a portly, purdy plot pudding.”

-Fbhrfphths -Cllfpfhhthecs- A flittering funnels of fumes funneled forth a heaping of molten, congealed clay, curling free form her hind, slimming its girth to the with the girth of a table leg as the hot, beige brown tar divulged in doughy tendrils from her fanny. -Cllpfhthsha- with a playful crackels of the smoother, oily loaves whipping the air slick from bowel humitity. Partially dissolved hoof bones embedded in droves along the spooling manure draining and spiraling in the tank like a thick custard.

“Mm dsphaa, and dun think I've forgotten about ya fmsm, that's a smooth ride out my flanks, must've really suited yourselves as food huh? Really got some butter smooth meat n those bones even as a fresh batch a fertilizer, but would ya haf ta be so loud, hardly much privacy when we're shaking up the whole orchard.” -Pfrbrbfhfphts- -Bwrpfflf- rattles through her hind as the fumes bellows around the glistning discharge. Slapping and melding tog here below. -Slpflfhsts- -Bldpprslshhts- -Vhrrlwttwlcshp-. “Ah horsemfmsm horse apples, we've got a lot ta celebrate so be as loud's ya want, long as I see ya back in the field fer some tiling work later,” -she huffed out and strained to unleash a thick -Bbfwprprlffhhshthat- gale of brewing stench, the clouds filtering through the outhouse radiating an air of apples ripened to the core, to the art where the rotten air crystalises into a tart syrup, distilling the emissions to an intoxicating, home fermented cider.

-Chhrrflflptths- -Fsssrt- -Fslpfsthhta- Thicker loaves crowded Applejack's cheeks, morphing the pucker to the warped sculpts of condensed fudge -Sclprhhth- -Cslpthhca- The crinkle of crumbling wet terracotta rustling from the animate pucker conforming to the bulk, with Applejack's guts sinking further and further back, deflating to hug around the one occupant still lounging in her belly whilst the nutritious plant porridge plaffed out her hind.

“Mfmfm smpghg sphwooo. Haa… these's some real cowpats at the end, sure none of ya were bovine?” Applejack teased as -fllfbhrhr-. -Clpfhpthtah- slick, grand molten dollops of mortar bunged her hind and dropped to envelop the pile below in a sticky caramel of piping hot mudpies. -Dlpshhts- -Clpsfhsthsa- rupturing curls and mulches of the manure popped from her hind as the remaining bone chunks scattered through the soft manure, stray ribs and coccyx bones warping through as she unloaded the glazed and shiny mounds to soak into the crevices and seams of the filth below, gradually cooling to conceal into a pinto grease. -Thhppslts- Till a plug jammed into the flow shut. The suddent halt made the mare shudder.

“Mpfhfhs- huh? Whats fsma you were doin' so well, out ya come now, just relax and be the sewage ya tasty butts were made ta beffmsma.” she huffed out -Cslflpshths- drooling of bark brown pulp sat a cranium lodged in ther pucker, the brim wrapping in and out with the clutches of the skull, each stretch it egressed it sunk back up

“Mfmfns.” Applejack huffed, her stomach tensed, abdominal steam pressing Purple, and the brim tensing to match the ivory of any speck of clean bone… -Crrrtk- -Ckkrt- -Ckkrpghhtskas- The macerated bone creaked and winched in the pressure of the pucker, -CllTwwrkrkrlrkclsht- til they crumbled under the pincer hold of the brim, sundered step tissue, soaked to soggy by the journey through the bowels, cracked and vaporize into a cloud of tanned, ivory dust. The soot of the crushed skull floating down like confetti over the heap below, a garnish of pearly sugar, whilst the last chocolate gelato billowed free form the pillowy exhaust port.

“Phhhheworo uha, tough nut to cracks, fmsma, but that felt like a real sturdy bone, how considerate of ya to break up right away, you could take heed ta this,” she said rubbing her gut whilst aiming her shaft down the dung port.

-Slfplsths- The sagging meat swayed as the trickle of satisfaction sough its way through her cock. -Frlrlpsgsshshtha- A beam of molten amber flushed through her tip, the abeam cutting through air with a briny pungency form of reduced jerky and twice distilled cide. -Dffplsththshtsa- -ccllpsrhshtsh- The host liquid sauntering through the surface layers of manure, carving through the filth and forming new paths of hot rivers along cracks unearthed from under the greasy mud pie layers, washing away strands of yellow and silver fur that lay cluttered in muddied clumps, freed from the mucky prison to forge along the rivers of steaming piss adding a tang of molten brass ot the reeking outhouse. “Phaaa… Whooo nelly that's good.” With the pressure easing in her own personal cider tank, she remembered the cloth bolt, and picked it back up. Grabbing ahold of the bolt she starting to spool out a square.

“Fmmwpgms.”

She paused, as it mumbled at her. The mare turning over the fabric, and scoffing. “Well what'd we have here?”

Imprinted into the fabric was a pair of eyes, peering this way and that, looking back at her and starting to flush, a streak of orange fluff gracing the top of the bolt, giving it the look of a stretched out face.

“So yer's supposed to be the comfiest toilet paper in all of equestrian, huh?” she asked embarrassed roll, brushing along its fabric, “feathery smooth, must ha been Pegasus then? Ain't one I recognize, though dun think it matters. But, boy, you know mfms what you've gotten herself into?” she asked, the eyes peering back at her. “I've mfms, just unleashed a healthy heaping of a double serving a pony nougat, Sure they were smooth on the way out, dear, manure's still manure, and it gets real sticky with a fresh batch beef.” she snickered as she watched the eyes quiver, the toiletpaper flushing in her grasp. “Yup, dun think I'd need anything less than the best toilet paper in equestria, all else would just crumble, so think her up to the task. Well, once ah'm done here, we'll find out~.” She teased, the paper rattling in her grasp, peering down out her crotch -Crhrhrrlsls- The trickle of dick stirred bladder cider gradually petered out -Sfrrsh- -Frss- slowing to a mere trickle, as Applejack held the bolt closer, and closer… “Welp, I am't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, even if ya got non to look at, ready for some spelunking,” she invited.

The plush paper fabric brushed the length of crotch -Scllcpghts- stroking it against their shaft to swab up so crotch grease, -Slslprghs- getting it dampened and mate with the gummy gunk before it even reached the crack. Slowly, it sunk into the plush blubber of the furrow, delving into the canyon of cheek chub, soaking in deposits of brine until… -Spprlrlthchsha- It delved into the murky dung dew slobbered over Applejack's ponuts, a frosting of murky cement infused with the aroma of snowmobiled apple cider embuing and absorbing into the fabric's fuzz. As the hoof guided it through the mire -Slfplshths- and sweeping it along the plump, twitching pout, slobbering in the remnants of mud-pies. Thick grease trapped in the cleft of heated meat melting over the paper in a film of musk oil. -Pfpfbhrrfppfpftttth- A gust of heated exhaust wound through the brim to bathe the pony paper in smog, condensing the peppery stank of a botched, fruity mushroom stew onto it, the damp smog condensing against Its surface to a liquid fart sweat.

“Mmf wfmmfsh, phsoo, gotta admit, that's real feathery soft, Phoo, al, it's like ah've stuffed mah own pillow up my hind, pho, kinda making em feel rather naughty,” Applejack teased with a hint of fluster across her cheeks, muddying up the paper along as she bulldozed it through her chocolate canyon, crumpling and folding the paper to work its way through the clean fabric as she went.

-Flspthts- -Dplspthts- The poor pony paper sandwiched into alternating layers of fresh caramel filling. -Slfpfshthta- And then, one final sweep, form bottom to top -Cflfllrrrssshft-.

“Phaaa. Hooo boy, You're just what I needed, mighty fine gift, though just wish I'd saved sum of ya fer later.” she chuckled and daubed the clean section along her shaft, soaking up the residue of urine lingering along her flared tip. “Well, thanks fer making an acquaintance with my tush,” she said, and dropped the cloth strap into the septic tank.

-Sllfpththclclspah- A plastering clasp of silt rustled through the paper as it gummed into the heap below, a texture macerated by the torrent of urine to a marshland of maturing mare dung imbuing the back of the paper, melding it with the pile, sculpting it thee the knolls and divots of the heap, as all they Coulter former pony could do was stew in the miasma of of mulch, and peer upwards as Applejack rose from the sea light peering in to illuminate their shaft and sack, handing heavy between her thighs and sloping back and forth, ; a pendulum of lust and temptation far out of their reach. And just above that, the winking pucker, clear and sparkling with a glimmer of spit in that sparse luminance, before the flanking cheeks sandwiched the pit, and sealed it behind a proud apple cluster cutie mark.

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“Phheeeoow, now that's the way to start a morning off right. Applejack left the bathroom, sotamch considerably sunken back, and a touch of puffed up muffin padding budding out her fair cheeks, -Gllrpgbhsa- her gut now sinka back to the front of her barrel, clinging around the wriggling contours of her breakfast “Phew, dun feel left out, cus we’ve got a whole day ahead of us, to, and best of all, we get ta do head back in there, just the and do this again a the end of the day, just the two of us, ain't that sound nice?” she asked with a push and knead to the side of her gut. -Glpflrgbthgps- -Fpflprrrth- A grumble was percolating through her gut fanned out as a thin streak of musty gutter breath.

“Phaehe, ah like yer spirit, but settle down,” she said, lowering herself to the ground and -Sfpftha- pancaking her gut to the smooth green gas, kneading and stirring up her churns with her wriggling fodder batch -Sflfpsthh- -Bldpsghhgsa-. “Manure brewin', like farmin', ain't a race.” She hummed, and trotted off out into the grand orchard, her grand orchard, cus just like her, the trees got needed attention, care, and got hungry, an and the apple family wasn't needing for either.