The Things Thunderlane Does for Love...

by Vik

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Braeburn, Random, Thunderlane
Length: 3119

Thunderlane wants to fulfill one of his coltfriend's fantasies, but is unsure if he can pull it off.

Soarin' comes out to Thunderlane about a newly acquired kink of his. Thunderlane is hesitant at first, but he agrees to film himself performing this kink in the woods. Will Thunderlane be able to fulfill his coltfriend's fantasy and if so what will Soarin' do for him in return?

Contains: M/M, Watersports, Scat, Anal, Gay Relationship

Published 2024-05-21 00:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-21 00:20:00 UTC

The story

Author's Note

Thanks to my friends, watchers, and viewers. You guys are great!

The story

Deep in the woods that surrounded Winsome Falls, on a clear late summer day, a grey Pegasus stallion was squatting over a hole in the woods. His tail raised, his beautiful round ass exposed to the world and a camera pointed at him on his left, he said to himself, “Oh, the things I do for love...”

Yes, it was love that brought Thunderlane here, the love of a coltfriend with a newfound fetish for watching stallions take a crap. But this dump couldn’t be taken in a bathroom, no, it had to be done in the woods. When Soarin’ confessed his newly acquired kink to Thunderlane, he was surprised, but Thunderlane was a supportive coltfriend and listened to Soarin’s story. The blue Pegasus was so nervous as he made his confession.

"When we did that show at that outdoor festival near Baltimare, I caught one of the newbies taking a dump and I...liked what I saw. Oh, sweet Celestia...," Soarin' had said.

"It's okay, honey, no need to be ashamed," Thunderlane had replied, holding his coltfriend.

"If you're okay with it, maybe I could watch you poop in the woods? You could borrow the camera and film it," Soarin' said.

Thunderlane was taken aback at first, but he thought it over and agreed to it. What he neglected to tell Soarin’, however, was that this was not only his first time shitting in front of a camera, but it was also the first time he would ever poop outside. He had the basic idea of how it would work, but what would he wipe himself with? Did he have to dig a hole first or could he just poop on the ground and leave his turds there? He decided to ask a friend, a certain yellow cowpony with a beautiful golden mane, for some advice on the subject. He knew Braeburn was an outdoorsy pony, surely he would know.

“So, Brae, um…,” Thunderlane said as he struggled to ask his embarrassing question without telling the truth, “Soarin’ and I are…um…going camping in the woods next week...and I was curious what do you do when you have to, um, have to go number 2?”

Thunderlane braced himself for Braeburn’s response.

Braeburn laughed and said, “What is it with you city ponies not knowing how to relieve yourselves outdoors? All you got to do is dig a hole, squat over it, do your business, wipe with some leaves, throw your used leaves in the hole, cover up the hole and your done! Ain’t no shame in poopin’ outside!”

“Okay, but, um, how do you know which leaves to wipe with?” Thunderlane asked.

“We got an old camping book that somepony donated over at the library. It’s got a whole section dedicated to which leaves are safe and which ones are not. I’ll let ya borrow it if you want?” Braeburn said.

“Sure,” Thunderlane said.

Braeburn had been a big help to Thunderlane, his words reassured him and the book proved to be a great reference. Yet even with that help, Thunderlane was still nervous about actually doing this. Soarin' gave him reassurance and even gave him an out saying that Thunderlane could always change his mind and say "no" to doing this. But Thunderlane didn't want to back out of this. He wanted to fulfill this desire for Soarin' just like he had when Soarin' came out to him about his pee fetish. Finally, the day arrived and Thunderlane traveled to Winsome Falls, a location Soarin' had recommended. Wearing a saddlebag containing a shovel and the equipment he needed to film this "movie", Thunderlane felt lucky that the weather was cooperating. Not too hot, not too cold, the sun shining, a beautiful day to use the woods as his restroom. The urge to shit was faint at the start of his trot, but the urge steadily grew the further he trotted. At one point during the trot, he felt his bladder begging to be emptied, so he stepped off the trail and found a tree to piss on.

Now, pissing was a kink Thunderlane could understand the appeal of. It wasn’t his kink at first, but Soarin’ had turned him on to it. Thunderlane stood up on his hindhooves, his cock emerging from his sheath, and pointed it at the base of the tree. Seconds later he started urinating on the roots of the tree. He loved how the bark of the tree darkened, leaving an obvious sign that somepony had peed there. He let out a pleasure-filled moan as the piss stain grew bigger and bigger on the trunk of the tree and the grass surrounding the tree becoming even more soaked with his piss. By the time his stream had ended, his dick was at full length. As he shook his cock, he wished Soarin’ was there to give him a hoof. But with no coltfriend in sight, Thunderlane trotted away from the tree and resumed his trot through the woods.

It was several minutes after this much needed piss that Thunderlane finally found a good place to take a dump in. It was a grassy area surrounded by a few trees and bushes with leaves that, according to Braeburn’s book, were safe to wipe with. Thunderlane put down his saddlebag, took out the shovel and began digging, following the instructions from the book. After he finished digging, Thunderlane put the shovel aside. Then came the tricky part, the camera angle. He put the tripod to the right of the hole and placed a Ponyroid camera on top. He tried various angles and used the timer function on the camera to snap pictures of him squatting over the hole. Once he found one that would give Soarin’ the best view of his ass, Thunderlane replaced the Ponyroid with the movie camera.

Now the only thing left to do was to make a choice: to shit or not to shit. He could feel the pressure in his bowels, his need was strong, his desire to make his coltfriend happy was powerful, yet still he hesitated. Shitting outside was still a foreign enough concept, let alone recording himself, but as the need grew worse, his ass begging him to unload his bowels, Thunderlane knew there was only one reasonable course of action.

“Alright, roll camera!” Thunderlane had said to himself. He then trotted over and hit the record button on the camera. With the camera now rolling, he slowly lifted his tail like he was preparing to get railed by Soarin’. He even pointed his ass at the camera, and spread his cheeks, showing off his butthole to the camera lens. Thunderlane even gave himself a slap on the ass for good measure. With his ass exposed, Thunderlane squatted over the hole.

Back in the present, Thunderlane was having stage fright. The need was there, but his body was refusing to cooperate. It still felt "wrong" to poop here, but if he didn't go now, he knew his bowels would be aching all the way home and while Thunderlane knew Soarin' would never show it, he knew his coltfriend would be massively disapointed if Thunderlane didn't go through with this. Thunderlane couldn't let that happen, so with determination he reassured himself that what he was doing was right and calmed himself down.

“Just imagine you’re at home shitting in your own toilet,” Thunderlane thought to himself, closing his eyes and trying his best to relax.

Gas expelled out of his hole and he could feel the first log of shit making its way out.

“Well, Soarin’ here I go, I hope you like it,” Thunderlane said.

Sure enough his efforts worked as his butthole relaxed, allowing Thunderlane to push the first huge log of shit out of his ass. The thick, brown turd slid past his cheeks and made a satisfying plop onto the dirt. The grey Pegasus already began to feel better, but there were more turds on the way. A second brown log slid out of the grey stallion’s ass and plopped onto the first one. Then another, and then another, it was at this moment that Thunderlane truly felt pleasure from taking this shit. He had to admit that being surrounded by beautiful trees and bushes made this a much more scenic way to poop. Thunderlane let out a sigh of relief after the last log plopped onto the pile. He enjoyed that wonderful empty feeling of completely unloading his bowels. Curious to see how big his pile was, Thunderlane got up, took the camera off the tripod, and pointed it towards the hole. He gasped at how large his pile was. The hole had been completely filled with logs of stallion shit. If Thunderlane had pooped anymore logs, the pile would have overflowed the hole and covered up the surrounding grass.

“Wow, I didn’t realize I had so much in me. Maybe I should have dug a bigger hole?” Thunderlane said to the camera in a teasing tone. He still didn’t quite know how this whole scat fetish thing worked, but he figured talking about how big his dump was, would be a nice touch.

Setting the camera back into position on the tripod and returning to the hole, Thunderlane grabbed some leaves from a nearby bush and began wiping himself. Luckily for Thunderlane, it only took three leaves before he felt clean enough down there. With the leaves discarded, he stood up, covered up the hole and switched off the camera.

A couple weeks later, the time came for Soarin’ to watch the film. With the Wonderbolts’ schedule being as busy as it was and the availability of the film lab being more limited than Soarin’ had anticipated, it took awhile before Soarin' could finally watch the finished product. Soarin’ had a projection room in the back of his cloud house. The room had a large green couch and a projector in the back of the room. A white pull down screen was located a few feet away from the couch and along one of the walls was a rack containing a variety of film reels from theatrical releases to home movies to smut. It was in this room that Soarin’ and Thunderlane had gathered to discuss the film.

“Wanna watch your film with me?” Soarin’ asked.

“No thanks,” Thunderlane said, nervously.

“Oh come on, I’m sure you did great,” Soarin’ said, as if Thunderlane was some aspiring actor who just landed his first role in a movie.

Yet Thunderlane did not feel like a star, he could not shake the weirdness he felt. He was no stranger to watching Soarin’ fap, but something about scat being involved made this feel different. He had been perfectly fine making the film, though he could not say that he was proud of it. But he just could not muster up the desire to watch his work, to watch Soarin’ fap to a kink that Thunderlane himself did not have. So, Thunderlane stepped outside the room, closed the door and waited. Waiting for Soarin’s review, waiting and hoping for his approval. The room was silent for awhile and then he heard Soarin’ let out a huge moan. It brought a smile to Thunderlane's face and a sense of hope. So, he opened the door and gazed in amazement at what he saw.

When Thunderlane saw Soarin’ covered in his own jizz, he realized that it was worth it. Even though Thunderlane wasn’t into scat, he felt proud knowing that it was him that made his coltfriend cum.

“Guess I did a good job,” Thunderlane said, feeling confident.

“You sure did, honey,” Soarin’ said, panting.

“How about I clean you up?” Thunderlane said. He then put his tongue to work, licking the jizz off of Soarin’s soft, fluffy chest.

Once he had finished cleaning his coltfriend, Thunderlane said to him, "You really like my ass, don't you?"

“Yeah, what can I say? I guess I like both it’s functions now, but my favorite thing about your ass is how good it is at taking my cock. Now what can I do to reward you for taking that nice, big shit for me?” Soarin’ said.

“Well, Soarin’ just like you like my ass for both of its functions, I like your dick for both of its functions. So, how about you piss on that plant we got in the living room. It’s been awhile since we last watered it. Then after that, you bend me over the dining room table and cum inside this ass that you love so much?” Thunderlane said, his voice dripping with lust and desire.

“Sure, just give me some time for my dick to recover and my bladder to fill up,” Soarin’ said.

“Fine with me,” Thunderlane said.

The two stallions moved over to the living room where they laid down on the couch together, with Soarin' being the big spoon and Thunderlane being the little spoon. Along the way, they stopped by the bedroom to pick up a bottle of lube, which they then placed on the dining room table for later. Soarin' also turned on the radio in the living room, which was still tuned in to the Cloudsdale Rock music station from the night before. The radio played in the background as the two stallions snuggled on the living room couch. Soarin' petted and caressed his coltfriend, feeling his soft fur as romantic power ballads played in the background. Thunderlane felt at peace in Soarin's embrace. For awhile they just cuddled, at one point switching positions so Thunderlane could pet and caress Soarin'. When nature finally called, it was Soarin' who announced his need to piss. For a normie, this would have been a mood killer, but for Thunderlane it only served to turn him on instead of off, knowing he was about to get his reward. He followed Soarin’ to their living room plant. It had long, beautiful green leaves and was housed in a nice, beige ceramic planter. Soarin’ did not buy this plant out of a love of plants, oh no, he bought it for one purpose and one purpose only and Thunderlane eagerly awaited to see that purpose.

Once they got close enough to the plant, Soarin' stood up on his hindhooves, aimed his cock at the plant and unleashed a torrent of Pegasus piss. Thunderlane watched with delight as the leaves dripped with his coltfriend’s piss. Soarin’ moved his dick around, hitting the leaves and creating a puddle in the dirt. The sight of his coltfriend urinating made Thunderlane stand up and grab his own cock, but instead of peeing, Thunderlane started jerking himself off as Soarin’ continued to water the plant. The grey Pegasus' cock throbbed as Soarin' moved his cock downwards and pissed on the dirt. When Soarin’ finally finished, he shook his cock, but did not put it away. Instead he waited to see if Thunderlane would take a piss on the plant and fortunately for him, Thunderlane did.

While the grey Pegasus was incredibly turned on by Soarin’s performance, it also reminded him of how much needed to go too. So, Thunderlane relaxed, took aim at the still-dripping leaves of the plant and began peeing on them. Now it was Soarin’ who was stroking himself, pleasuring himself to the sight of his coltfriend contributing his urine to the plant. Thunderlane kept on pissing, though his eyes were more focused on Soarin’s cock than on his own stream. He loved seeing Soarin’ jerk off to this, he loved seeing his coltfriend’s cock at full mast. He knew full well that this could be enough to make his coltfriend cum, though he hoped that since Soarin’ had already rubbed one out earlier, he would be able to hold off from shooting his load. Once Thunderlane was finished peeing he shook his dick and looked at Soarin’.

“Did you enjoy that?” Thunderlane asked.

“You bet I did. Did you enjoy watching me pee too?” Soarin’ replied.

“You know I did honey,” Thunderlane said, giving him a kiss before continuing, “Now, are you ready to fuck me?”

“Of course I am. I can’t wait ‘til you bend over that table for me,” Soarin’ said.

“Oh, I like it when your like this. Tell me how much you want me,” Thunderlane said.

“I wanna fuck you so hard right now and I don't wanna stop until I cum inside you,” Soarin’ said, his voice filled to the brim with lust and his hoof on Thunderlane's ass.

“Then let’s not waste time,” Thunderlane said.

The two stallions promptly made their way to the dining room and Thunderlane immediately bent over the table and moved his tail to the side. Soarin’ gazed hungrily upon his lover’s ass. While this pounding was meant as a reward for Thunderlane fulfilling Soarin’s newly acquired scat fantasies, the blue Pegasus always felt rewarded whenever he entered his lover’s ass. Thunderlane waited in anticipation as he felt Soarin’ lube up his hole, preparing it for his favorite function. After lubing up his hard, eager member, Soarin’ grabbed onto his coltfriend’s waist and thrust his lubed up cock deep inside him. Thunderlane cried out in pleasure as his lover railed him, getting high off the feeling of Soarin’s cock thrusting in and out of his ass, knowing that all the trouble he went through to make that film had been worth it. Soarin' also felt like he was getting high as his coltfriend's anus milked his cock. Soarin’ loved plundering the hole that he derived so much pleasure from and as he heard Thunderlane’s cries of pleasure, he knew he was giving Thunderlane the reward he deserved. He thrusted harder and faster, eager to give Thunderlane the creampie the grey stallion so desperately craved and deserved.

“Cum inside me, Soarin’!” Thunderlane begged.

No need to tell Soarin’ twice. Once he reached the point of no return, the blue Pegasus thrust his member deep inside his lover once more and ejaculated his cream into Thunderlane’s hungry hole. Thunderlane moaned in delight as Soarin’ filled his ass with cum. Soarin’ added his own moans, filling the house with the beautiful sound of two stallions mating. Once he stopped cumming, Soarin’ slowly pulled out of Thunderlane and the two lovers returned to the couch.

The two stallions then snuggled each other once more, their balls drained and love radiating from their hearts, a changeling would have had a field day! They fell asleep in each other's embrace, knowing that they each had given their all in pleasuring the other.

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