Spoiled Rich's Punishment

The spandex shorts may have been a rich shade of black, but they weren’t completely void of hiding Spoiled Rich’s predicament. The mare’s odd behavior certainly helped to detract focus from her backside, although that also meant that she could see the odd stares ponies were giving her directly. Unfortunately, while she walked down Ponyville’s main street with her bags in tow, her shorts seemed to be getting thicker the more her training pants soaked up all of her arousal. And to make matters worse, the bottom hems of her shorts were getting a little damp along her inner thighs.

Spoiled had to keep her head lowered in shame while waddling down the road, even though she could feel various ponies’ stares among the sea of awkward silence. The Ponyville Pharmacy was the closest place in her list of errands, so she went right towards it without stopping. By the time she walked through the glass doors and entered the modest shop, she could no longer hear the crinkling of her padding between her legs over the sounds of the belt’s buzzing; instead, she could sense the distinct wet squishing of her thighs pressing up against her soaked training pants. She wasn’t sure how badly she was leaking in forced arousal, but her poor marehood couldn’t stop winking and sending merciless shivers up her spine. Because of that, she was starting to feel like a warm dish-sponge was bunched up against her pussy.

“Mmmfffff~” The mare stumbled down the aisles with a heavy blush, and tried not to glance over at the pharmacist nearby. She went right towards the dietary aid section, where various fiber supplements and constipation remedies were available. Spoiled wasn’t paying much attention, and just grabbed the first thing she saw so she could get her second errand over with. All she noticed was a bright purple bottle, and not the labels marking it was “Extra Strength” and “Instantly Effective”. Although to the mare’s credit, that concentrated laxative would certainly aid with her constipation.

Speaking of bottles, Spoiled Rich was lucky enough to see a display of wine bottles by the register. They were insultingly cheap compared to the usual brands she and her husband bought, but by that point she wasn’t feeling too picky. She took two of the pricier bottles from the stack of boxes, which were less than forty bits total combined with the laxatives. While she was at the register, Spoiled was constantly shuffling between her hind-legs while darting her eyes anxiously. The cashier didn’t say anything about it, but it was clear that she took notice of the mare’s behavior. Since Spoiled was the only one to hear the buzzing beneath her shorts, the cashier could only assume that she needed to go to the bathroom; of course, considering how badly her bladder was starting to strain, that assumption wasn’t exactly inaccurate.

After completing two of her errands at once, there was only one last task Spoiled had to complete for the day: Buying Groceries. Sure, the mare should’ve been grateful she was completing a day’s worth of tasks in the span of a single morning; on any other day, she would’ve used that spare time to indulge herself at the spa or “double-check” her daughter’s test scores at the school. But with what she was currently wearing, Spoiled would’ve preferred not to have that much free time after her shopping was finished. Her marehood was being stimulated so hard, the only reason she hadn’t completely broken down yet was because she was trying to focus on other tasks. Unless she could find an effective means to ignore the torment on her aching clit, Spoiled could only dwell on how badly this afternoon was going to get for her.

“Aaahhh!!~” While both of Spoiled Rich’s tote bags hung against her sides, she ended up stumbling into an alleyway when her arousal wouldn’t let up. She was only a block away from the Ponyville Marketplace, but she had to do something to quell that heat ruminating in her nethers. Spoiled rushed behind a filthy dumpster, and leaned up against the wall so she could press her hoof up against her padded crotch. The rancid stench of the dumpster was more than a little distracting, although it didn’t keep her pussy from convulsing behind her belt. Regardless, the mare was too riled-up to even care while rubbing herself in such a depraved manner. “Mmmnnnghhhhh~”

Her hips were humping against her hoof, while the squishiness of her training pants became more audible with each crinkly rub. The warm arousal soaked into her padding was matting the fur around her crotch, but she didn’t seem to notice it was also dampening her legs past the hem of her shorts. The black spandex was growing darker between her legs, rendering her training pants completely useless after being used so thoroughly throughout the morning. If anypony were to see her from behind, they likely would’ve thought she pissed herself if they got in close enough. Although in that alleyway, they’d probably be more distracted by the posh mare trying to masturbate behind a dumpster.

“Nnnnffff!! C-Come on…” Spoiled Rich gritted her teeth, and tried to keep her voice fairly muted while grinding against her belt. She could feel those sharp pulsations hitting her marehood at a steady pace, keeping her lips winking and her clit throbbing just barely out of reach. The edging she was going through was intense enough to basically feel painful by that point, not that it kept her from trying to sate herself. She desperately grinded her crotch with a heavy groan, and leaned against the wall so she wouldn’t stumble to the ground. As her knees wobbled beneath her weight, and her head hung down to hide her blushed look of shame, the mare didn’t seem to notice when small rivulets of her trickling arousal were dribbling down the inside of her legs.

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Spoiled couldn’t keep her lustful moans to herself, and could only hope nopony got too close to the alley’s entrance to overhear them. Her voice echoed out between the brick walls, along with the distinct squishes of her crinkly padding. The glass bottles in Spoiled’s tote bag clinked around inside, which only made her debauchery even louder and harder to contain. But alas, despite how brutally her hoof tried to press in against her crotch, all she could feel was that smooth metal buckle that kept her from touching her aching pussy.

Well, that and the painfully intensifying pressure of her bladder.

“Aaahhh!!” Spoiled Rich’s eyes rolled back, and her head reeled up as she tried her hardest to focus on the pleasure her clit was going through. Since she was “alone,” the best she could do was at least think of something hot enough to set her off. She had no idea if it was even possible to counteract Twilight’s sadistic magic, but at that point it was all she could hope for. Spoiled clenched her eyes and tried to think of any lewd, kinky ideas that might tip her over the precipice.

‘Hot, throbbing cocks… getting a facial from that stallion up the street… taking it up the ass in ways Filthy never could manage… mnnnnghhh, come on!’

Spoiled was panting heavily, but ended up whimpering when she felt the belt’s pulsating waves lessening in intensity the longer she thought of dirty images. She was close to sobbing by the time she stopped rubbing her belt so hard, realizing too late that she wasn’t going to reach climax that easily. She wanted to just pull her hoof away completely, but the vibrations went right back to their regular intensity before she could do so. It was obvious that she was stuck enduring the magic, which kept her hips thrusting and her training pants thoroughly soaked. Spoiled eventually lowered her head again, but kept rubbing her crotch blankly like an impulsive action. In that state of defeat and frustration, all she could do was try to ignore the muffled squishes and clinking bottles that echoed in the alle--

“HEY!!!”

“AAAHHHH!!” Spoiled fell to the ground in a panic, not expecting to hear a stallion’s voice right behind her. She stumbled face-first in the alley, pointing her soggy rump right at Mister Cake who was at the back entrance of his shop. Spoiled was frozen in a panic, unable to think of any excuse for why she was unsuccessfully masturbating behind Sugar Cube Corner. She couldn’t even look back at the stallion in shame; although, considering how deeply the yellow stallion was blushing, it was probably for the best she couldn’t see his baffled expression.

Mister Cake was still holding the garbage bag in his hoof, but his bulging eyes were glued to the view of Spoiled Rich’s swollen and damp backside. By that point, the back of her spandex shorts were obviously wet from the training pants soaking completely through. And since the stallion was a father, he was able to see the bulge of her padding without much question what it was.

“... uhhhh…” Mister Cake’s muzzle was slightly agape, but his voice was audible enough to make Spoiled Rich wince in horror. Her ass was still sticking up, so it trembled a bit when she shuddered under her breath. She shakily tried to pull herself up in an attempt to make her escape, but the damage had already been done. She didn’t even turn her head, and just clumsily took her bags before stumbling her way out of the alley. All the while, Mister Cake just stared at her without a word from his mouth, or even a blink from his eyes. It wasn’t until she disappeared from sight and returned to the streets, that the stallion was able to say something to nopony in particular. “... Jeeze, she could’ve at least gone to a bathroom or something for that…”

He shrugged with a slightly disgusted look on his face, and tossed the trash into the dumpster before returning to work.

The poor mare was looking absolutely disheveled, with heavy bags under her eyes and her mane notably unkempt. She was still twitching from the belt’s relentless teasing, which made her overall appearance resemble a junkie more than the posh socialite she tried to be. The training pants had gotten so bloated from her leaking arousal, that the thick bulge of the padding stuck out against her spandex shorts. And speaking of leakage, the crotch and back of her shorts were noticeably darker than the rest of the garment, matching the matted fur along the inside of her thighs.

Spoiled Rich tried to keep her composure with a forced smile, even as she walked awkwardly through the marketplace. Many of the ponies and vendors were staring at her without much subtlety, although most of them kept to themselves and refrained from bothering her. It was clear that something was off with the mare, but it wasn’t like her reputation gave her many allies in that situation. In fact, she could’ve sworn she heard a few guilty snickers from behind, even though she wasn’t aware of how badly she was soaking through her shorts.

“Nnnnghh… F… F-Five onions, please…” Spoiled struggled to get all her shopping done without much issue, which resulted in many of the vendors experiencing the mare acting strangely nicer than usual. Instead of her usual passive-aggressive remarks or unnecessary haggling, she paid full price and remained cordial while purchasing her produce. A few of the ponies glanced at one another in befuddlement, unsure whether to feel relieved or concerned about Spoiled’s behavior. Of course, due to the obvious dampness between her legs, nopony felt brave enough to point it out and ask if she was okay.

“T-Thank you…” Spoiled Rich tried to quietly make her purchases through her twitching state, thankfully not receiving much back-talk from any of the ponies selling produce. Even though her face was blushing a deeper shade of red than the tomatoes she stuffed into her bag, she maintained her resolve just enough to keep from moaning out loud. Her tail was still lifted up and spasming behind her, basically beckoning anypony’s eyes towards the sorry state her borrowed shorts were going through. Her breaths were faint and rapid, even when she tried to grit her teeth and complete her shopping list. “Uhhhh… I-I’d like to ge--NNNGHHH!!!”

The mare jolted up with a frozen look of terror on her face. It wasn’t the belt’s constant titillation that struck Spoiled Rich in that moment, which caused about half a dozen ponies to glance over at her puzzledly. Her legs clenched up and tried to cross together, all while her tail flagged up even higher in anticipation. Despite how much her rampant arousal was overtaking any other impulses, Spoiled wasn’t able to ignore a certain biological impulse any longer. Her poor bladder, which had slowly been building up since the previous night, appeared to have reached its absolute limit. The warning signs struck her like a brick to the face, even though she should’ve realized she was hitting her peak hours ago. Her blush quickly dissipated to reveal a paled, horror-stricken face with her pupils shrinking immensely. She only froze for a couple seconds, but it felt like hours when she realized the floodgates were just about to burst.

And to make matters even worse, she knew there was no way to run towards a bathroom soon enough.

“... oh no… oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…” Her breathing became more forced and rapid, almost sounding like she was about to go under labor. Her head lurched down, but it did nothing to hide the fear that was plastered across her face. She could only take a couple steps forward before clinging to the side of a vendor cart, and she cried out briefly from the intense pain. Unfortunately, that was when the belt vibrated especially hard against her aching pussy, turning her yelp into a hearty moan halfway through. “Aaahhh!! Mmmnnnnnnnffffffff~”

Her eyes were so tightly shut, and her muzzle was clenched with such intensity, that she didn’t notice somepony walking up behind her. She was clutching that vending cart for dear life, while her knees tried to bend inward and keep the inevitable from happening. Unfortunately, even with the protection she was wearing, it was all for naught when she felt a hoof rest against her back.

“Ummm, Mrs. Rich?” asked Roseluck, as she and about a dozen other ponies had paused their shopping to see what was up with the disheveled mare. “Are you oka--”

“GNNNAAAAHHHHH!!!~”

Spoiled Rich couldn’t take it anymore, and her body finally gave out in public. Her knees bent down to get in a squatted stance, while her tail remained lifted to keep her shorts fully exposed. Due to how soaked her training pants already were, there was nothing to stop that monsoon that erupted out from between her legs. As the mare cried out in a mixture of agony and forced lust, she could hear a symphony of gasps and yelps from behind her when her bladder let loose. A gushing torrent of hot urine erupted out, quickly seeping through her padding and practically squirting from her spandex shorts. Her head hung even lower, while her voice lumbered out in a deeply mortified moan.

“AaaaaAAAAAaaaahhhh…”

Spoiled Rich spent nearly a whole minute pissing herself, completely soaking her hind-legs and leaving a puddle between her quivering hooves. Her muzzle hung agape while crying out feebly, hoping to any higher powers listening that she could leave that marketplace with the slightest semblance of dignity. But alas, while she unloaded in her shorts like a toddler, the vendors and townsponies could only gawk with mixed looks of shock and pity. A mare covered her child’s eyes and diverted them away from the spectacle, which left others slack-jawed and blushing in stunned silence. By the time she finally finished her shameful expulsion, her padding had bloated out to something that more resembled a diaper bulging through her soaked shorts. Meanwhile, the rest of her body was trembling from the sheer horror of what she had just done, as well as that blasted belt that still stimulated her pussy without pause.

“NNNGHHHH!!!” Spoiled couldn’t take it anymore, and she took a deep breath before bolting off. The mare ran at top-speed through the marketplace, leaving nothing but her piss-puddle and a dozen gobsmacked ponies to reflect on what they just saw. A couple of her groceries fell out of her bag due to how frantically she tried to escape that shameful display. Unfortunately, before she could leave sight of the town’s marketplace, Spoiled Rich could’ve sworn she heard a few guilty giggles and murmurs from the ponies she refused to look at. Tears were building up at the corners of her eyes, and she ended up crying out while running. “AAAAAHHHH!!!”