Rainbow's Aftershow Accident
Author's Note
Attention: This is a scat fetish fic with graphic descriptions of ponies pooping. If that does not sound like something you want to read it is probably best to close the page now.
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The One and Only Chapter
Rainbow Dash soared through the air at an extraordinary speed. With the wind in her mane she zoomed upward, and then dived back down in a loop before once again climbing high into the sky. Being a Wonderbolt was everything she had dreamed and more. Performing highly choreographed aerial acrobatics in front of a crowd was the biggest rush she had ever experienced, and each time she did so it felt like a new achievement, as she was always pushing herself to do better than her last show.
Ugh, there was that cramp again. No time to think about that now though, she told herself. She was preparing for the grand finale. From high above the crowd Rainbow Dash peered down at the clouds, waiting for the other performers to pass by. On cue, she rocketed back down, spiraling through the cloud layer and toward the ground before performing a spectacular and flawless triple loop in the air, and then soaring away, leaving a rainbow trail in her wake as she left the stadium far behind. That was awesome!
Far in the distance she could hear the crowd cheering as she met up with the rest of the Wonderbolts team, and as a single unit they returned to the stadium to take a bow. Ponies clamored forward from the stands to meet the celebrities, especially the newest member of the aerial team, Rainbow Dash herself.
“I’ll catch you back at the clubhouse,” Spitfire said as the rest of the team made their way out of the stadium, leaving Rainbow Dash to mingle with her adoring fans.
Rainbow Dash just nodded and continued to shake hooves and sign autographs. She spent the next fifteen minutes or so doing this before the crowd finally began to die down, and it was a good thing too because the athletic pegasus was starting to feel a rather desperate urge growing inside her. It had begun in the middle of the show when she felt a slight queasiness in her stomach, but Rainbow Dash wasn’t one to let a little discomfort stop her from putting on a worthy performance. Not even when she started feeling slight cramps did she think of cutting her act short. As she stood there engaging her fans though, these minor annoyances were quickly growing into another feeling, a rising weight deep in her bowel, and she knew she’d have to relieve herself soon. As she worked her way through the crowd, trying at this point to hurry things along, she felt her body growing restless. Her hind legs started to dance back and forth in order to relieve some of the pressure inside of her. She hoped it wasn’t too noticeable, but she was almost through the crowd so she didn’t let it concern her too much.
At last she finished up with the last of her fans, a pair of young pegasus fillies who both told her that they wanted to grow up to be Wonderbolts (so cute that it almost took her mind off of the more pressing matter of the moment). As soon as the two fillies started to walk off she dashed away toward the Wonderbolts barracks, clenching her anal muscles tightly as she sped along. She couldn’t believe how much the need to go had increased in just the last quarter of an hour since the show had ended. At this rate she felt that she would be lucky if she could even hold out for the next five minutes as she made her desperate flight toward the barracks. She just hoped that there would be someone around in there to help her with her flight suit.
The Wonderbolt flight suits were a work of expert fashion design. Crafted in high quality natural latex rubber that shone brightly in the sun, each suit was custom tailored to conform tightly the owner’s body, showing off their athletic physiques to the amazed spectators (and if she did say so herself, it looked quite sexy on her, especially the way it showed off her butt). The suit was enchanted with unicorn magic to allow it to breathe when worn, making them extremely comfortable and aerodynamic, even on the hottest of days. The only drawback was the zipper. Because the suits are crafted in one piece, they can be a bit tricky to get on and off. This issue was solved with a zipper that runs all the way across the back, starting at the top of the head and ending at the tail hole. Although this design made it easier to crawl in and out of the suit, it unfortunately placed the zipper in a position that could not be practically reached by the wearer. As such, a second pony was needed to zip and unzip the suit.
This was the problem that concerned Rainbow Dash the most. If there was nobody else around to help her with her suit when she got back, she would remain stuck in it until she could find someone, and that was simply not an option at that moment. Not at all. With her bowels now screaming for release, she was legitimately worried about just reaching a toilet in time. There was certainly no time for wandering the grounds aimlessly in the hopes of running into one of her teammates.
“Oh!” She stopped suddenly as she felt her waste try to break free, clenching her abdomen between her hooves and quickly squeezing her muscles shut to prevent any “accidents.” Her body was safe for now, but that was a close one. She took off again at lightning speed, hoping to be able to access a toilet soon.
This must have been from that lunch she ate before the show. It was Soarin’s idea to try out the new Yakyakistani restaurant in town. He always did have a taste for ethnic flavors, and since he had offered to buy meals for the entire team they had of course agreed. While Soarin had ordered the most exotic sounding thing on the menu, the rest of the team had decided to be somewhat conservative and ordered meals that sounded a bit more familiar. As Rainbow Dash quickly found out though, even an ordinary sounding hayburger came with quite the Yakyakistani twist. After an initial hesitation, she actually found it to be quite flavorful. Unfortunately though, it appeared as though the meal did not quite agree with the rest of her body, and now it wanted out badly.
As the barracks came into view Rainbow Dash felt a burst of joy. She was almost there. She didn’t dare speed up though, keeping herself at a steady pace to prevent putting any extra stress on her body. Instead, she just concentrated heavily on holding her bowels shut. With every passing minute it felt like the weight inside her was growing heavier, and she responded to the desperate pulsing of her anus by squeezing her sphincter as tight as she could. The building was just ahead of her, growing larger by the second. She was going to make it. She just had to keep telling herself that.
Upon reaching the barracks she didn’t pause for a moment. With breakneck speed she ripped open the door and flew inside, only to find to her dismay that there was nobody to be seen. That was OK though. She had hoped somebody would be around the entrance, but hadn’t really counted on it. Most likely they were relaxing somewhere else in the building.
Without slowing down she made her way through the corridors. Another jolt of desperation caught her off guard and forced her to stop briefly and regain control of her bowels, but then she was quickly off again. Around the corner was the common room, and there was sure to be somebody around there. It was a popular lounging spot for members of the team after a tiring show.
Rainbow Dash’s heart sank as she turned the corner to find the room barren. Absent was the usual chatter of her fellow Wonderbolts bragging about the moves they had pulled off during a show, and in its place was the cold silence of a dark room. A lonely feeling started to overtake her. She felt trapped within her own suit, as though it were a prison holding her until an inevitable doom. She needed to be set free, and the only way was to find her teammates.
Disappointed though she was by the empty common room, this was no time for dwelling on misfortunes. There was only one place left where they might reasonably be, and she took off at a gallop.
The journey took her no more than a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. By this point she wasn’t sure how she was still holding it in. The sheer willpower required to hold her aching muscles shut was enormous. Even her recent performance hadn’t put this much strain on her body.
The door to the shower room stood in front of her. It was her last hope, and if there was nobody in there than she might as well just give up and accept the inevitable.
As she approached it briskly something caught her ear. Was that a voice she heard? Her ears perked up. Yes, there was definitely a voice coming from the showers. Beyond that door was her salvation. With the anticipation of freedom mere moments away, Rainbow Dash felt a new burst of strength. Her bowels still yearned for release, but that sense of hopelessness, the fear of an impending accident that she would never live down, was now gone, and in its place a feeling of confidence that she could hold out in time. The voice, an especially loud one, was her proof of that.
Rainbow Dash ripped open the door to reveal Spitfire, still in her flight suit. Thank Celestia! Something immediately struck her as being wrong though. She froze in the doorway momentarily, trying to make sense of the scene. Spitfire had been shouting for some reason, but instantly went silent when Rainbow Dash burst through the door. A look of horrid shock crossed the Wonderbolt Captain’s face when she turned to look toward the doorway. Spitfire had been facing the toilet stalls in the shower room. Two of the three stalls stood open and unoccupied, but the third was closed, and in the new silence of the room Rainbow Dash could hear a faint sobbing coming from behind it. Rainbow Dash blushed. She wasn’t sure what exactly she had walked in on, but it felt extremely awkward.
“Rainbow Dash!” Spitfire finally gasped after the momentary shock of being barged in on wore off.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Rainbow Dash had a close call upon hearing her name, but managed to clench her anus shut before anything escaped. “I apologize, seriously, but I really need . . .” She spoke rapidly and started to lower her head so that the zipper pull faced Spitfire, but then suddenly stopped. She hadn’t noticed it at first in the confusion of the situation, but her nose suddenly picked up a lingering odor in the air, and it wasn’t a subtle odor either. It was a strong and unpleasant odor, offensive to her nostrils. “Is everything OK?” she asked cautiously.
Spitfire scowled and raised her voice in irritation. “Does it look like everything is OK?”
Rainbow Dash gulped. She wasn’t sure what to say and was worried that Spitfire was about to unleash her wrath upon her. She was fortunate though, because it seemed that Rainbow Dash was not the target of her anger, and Spitfire’s expression grow calmer.
“I’m sorry, Dash. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” She sighed before continuing. “Look, this is sort of embarrassing, but I need your help. I kind of . . . had an accident.”
Rainbow Dash blushed at this awkward revelation, squirming in place to try to avoid an accident of her own, but not wanting to upset her boss any further by changing the subject to herself. Unsure of what to say, she simply remained silent and sheepishly avoided eye contact.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Spitfire continued, adding a defensive note to her voice. “I rushed back here immediately after the show along with Fleetfoot.” She scowled again as she spoke that name. “We both had to go badly, so I unzipped her suit quickly, and then she just ran to the toilet without even returning the favor.”
“I just couldn’t hold it any longer!” came a tearful voice from behind the closed stall door.
Spitfire whipped her head around in the direction of the voice and shouted. “You better enjoy it in there while you can because you’ve got cleanup duty for a month, starting with that mess in there!”
“I’m so sorry!” Fleetfoot cried. “It won’t stop coming!” As if on cue Rainbow Dash heard a telltale splashing of her teammate’s bowels emptying into the toilet bowl. The sloppy mess rushed into the water for several seconds before stopping again, leaving only the sound of Fleetfoot’s gentle sobbing.
Spitfire scowled once more, then turned back to Rainbow Dash, but before she could speak her expression changed to a sudden look of shock and embarrassment. Her face went red as her legs quivered and a soft “mushy” sound escaped from her backside. The odor in the room grew fresher and Rainbow Dash realized that Spitfire was pooping in her uniform again.
“Argh,” Spitfire growled. “I have to get out of this suit!”
A brief moment of confliction came over Rainbow Dash. On the one hand she wanted to help Spitfire out of her uniform and was about to offer her services, but on the other hand she knew that she was only moments away from an accident of her own. Nevertheless, she had no desire to feel the same wrath from Spitfire that Fleetfoot was now experiencing, and resolved to help her captain out quickly before asking for assistance with her own needs.
Just then a new wave of desperation swept over Rainbow Dash as this was going on, and it was stronger than before. She didn’t think she’d be able to fight it off this time. The smell from inside Spitfire’s suit was too much and triggered an instant reaction in Rainbow Dash’s bowels. She knew that she had to either get out of her flight suit right now and go in the next few seconds or she would go in her suit.
“Spitfire, I . . .” but she froze as she realized it was too late. It was happening and she was powerless to stop it.
“Oh no,” Rainbow Dash whimpered to herself as her body at last gave in to the inevitable. She felt her anus expand against her will as her warm poop forced itself into the back of her suit. Quickly her body unloaded its contents into the inside of the rubbery fabric. The long, sloppy log forced its way out of her backside with ease. With little room to expand inside her tight suit, the mess spread across her flanks, working its way into any narrow crevice it could find and slathering her light blue coat with feces. As the soft manure spread, she could feel it squishing against her skin, the uniform pressing it tightly against her. The recent contents of her bowels felt warm against her body. Shocked, she stood silent for a moment. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. The rancid smell that permeated the room grew stronger and she knew that it was her own addition to it that was the cause. She looked toward her behind and of course her suit still looked as clean as ever. The rubbery material still shone brightly in the light of the room. Beneath it though was another story.
Rainbow Dash grimaced at what she had done. However, as much as she hated to admit it, she also felt a degree of relief with her burden finally unloaded. This relief, the only positive thing to come of this degrading moment, was unfortunately brief, however. Within moments of evacuating her bowels she felt another burst of desperation as another batch of pegasus poop made its way toward her exit hole. There was still more in there. A lot more.
For a brief moment the room was quiet, the silence only broken by Fleetfoot’s sobbing. Finally Spitfire spoke. “Look, Rainbow, I see we’re having a similar problem here. I need you to help me out of this suit and then I’ll get you out of yours.” Spitfire’s abdomen gurgled. “And the sooner the better,” she added.
Rainbow dash just nodded silently. She was afraid that if she spoke she would just break out into tears. This was the most embarrassing moment of her life, soiling herself uncontrollably like a foal, and in front of her boss and idol. She approached Spitfire slowly. The brown mess at her haunches felt warm and clammy. It oozed within the crack between her flanks as she moved, spreading outward from there to any space it could find between her skin and the rubbery suit and making a squelching noise as she walked.
Rainbow Dash reached to the zipper pull atop Spitfire’s head and placed it between her teeth. She began to unzip the suit. It was an action that the Wonderbolts did for each other after every show and the action came naturally. The zipper slid open down her neck and to her back. At this point Rainbow Dash noticed the smell in the room grow stronger. Eventually she reached the end of the zipper and gagged as the smell overtook her.
Spitfire carefully dropped her suit to reveal her yellow flank stained with brown filth. Most of it was settled between her crack, but there was a thin smearing of it over the entirety of her flanks, even to her cutie mark. Bits of the odorous slop dripped from her haunches to the floor below, landing with a plop. The odor in the room, previously bad, but at least contained within the suits, now grew significantly worse with Spitfire’s manure exposed to the air.
“Sorry about this,” said Spitfire, looking at her backside. “Let me get you out of that uniform.”
Just then Rainbow Dash felt a sudden pang in her abdomen and the weight at her sphincter multiplied several fold. “No time!” She shouted. As much as she didn’t want to mess in her flight suit again, she wanted even less to do it while Spitfire was in the middle of unzipping her, especially if Spitfire had her face near the rear of her suit at the time. The last thing she wanted was to accidentally poop all over the face of her captain. No, she was going to have to go in the suit again because she knew she wouldn’t last long enough to get out of it.
Rainbow Dash lowered her body into a squatting position. She didn’t want to fight it anymore. She just wanted it to be over with, and so she relaxed her sphincter. Without hesitation another batch of warm horse apples forced its way into her suit. The added weight finally caused the rear of her suit to begin to sag. Not wanting to be bothered by another unexpected and uncontrollable spurt, and figuring the damage was already done, she gave a final push to try to empty her bowels. Yet another small helping of brown mush made its way out of her body. Once she was sure she was finished she stood back up.
Rainbow Dash simply looked down, not saying anything.
“You done?” asked Spitfire non-judgingly.
Rainbow Dash nodded.
Without another word Spitfire carefully unzipped Rainbow Dash’s flight suit, taking care not to come into contact with any of her fetid waste. Rainbow Dash cautiously slid herself out of the suit and turned to peer at her hindquarters. As she assessed the state of her flank she stuck out her tongue. How disgusting. Her entire rear was brown, even over her cutie mark. Her first thought was to run for the shower and immediately get that icky mess off of her, but no sooner had she considered that than she felt yet another sudden urge to defecate.
“Thanks, gotta go,” she said quickly, and took off toward one of the two remaining toilet stalls in the room. Spitfire wasted no time in doing the same. Rainbow Dash quickly locked the stall and sat down on the seat, not bothering to wipe her rump beforehand. It would leave a terrible mess on the seat, but there was unfortunately no time for that. Besides, cleanup was Fleetfoot’s problem now.
Rainbow Dash’s ears perked up. The sound of approaching hooves was unmistakable. Whoever they belonged to ran into the shower room and stopped right in front of her stall.
“Rainbow Dash?” came Soarin’s voice, sounding desperate. “Rainbow Dash, is that you? I’ve got to get out of this suit and get in there fast.”
Rainbow Dash just smiled to herself before responding. “Sorry Clipper, I’m a little busy right now.”
