A Shitty Night

by mattman111

Rating: mature
Tags: Thunderlane, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Comedy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2141

Thunderlane is constipated and going on a date with CloudChaser. And things keep going down hill from there.

Thunderlane is constipated and going on a date with CloudChaser. He is being cheap, just wants some sex, and he is ignoring his constipation. From there he loses his mind and the unthinkable happens.

Published 2013-02-13 00:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-13 00:20:02 UTC

Begining to the End

(Toilets exist in this FanFic)
From the perspective of Thunderlane

As I was grunting, perched over the ivory ring and the water below, my mind wandered to the grunting I would likely do that night. Yes, I had a date with Cloud Chaser, who was reputed to be looser than anypony would know. I decided where I would take my dates depending on how likely I was to lay them; after all, why waste good bits on a mare who was gonna screw you anyway? It just didn't make any sense. Anyhow, let's just say that with Cloud Chaser, I was very glad the local apple stand was having its three apple for one bit deal.

Especially since I was constipated, and over time I had learned that nothing got things moving like a nice fresh Apple. Wednesday afternoon, bam, suddenly the system had stopped running. Now, don't get me wrong, occasionally my stomach would get that familiar rumbling pressure, and I would run to the throne happily anticipating an eruption, but thus far I had only farted unsatisfactorily. I would push and push, trying desperately to dislodge whatever was in there, but it would not exit. It seemed to be biding its time, and as days pass, I started to wonder what exactly was in there. What sort of butt-monster had declared my anus its permanent home? I could only wait and wonder.

I was experiencing another failure, my brown anal starfish clenching and unclenching impotently, winking at the toiletwater below. The wave of depression at not being able to perform rushed over me, and I wiped my crack with shame. To look at that paper, white and lonely, without even a hint of brown... it was almost too much for my heart to bear. I tossed it into the empty water and trudged out.

I started to cheer up later, as I sat across from Cloud Chaser's body at the Apple stand and bit into my apple. Looking down at the freshness and bright red of my apple, I started to imagine how wet Cloud Chaser must have been getting. She wasn't very pretty, but as the saying goes, pussies are universally beautiful. She listened patiently as I told her about myself, going on about mare parties I had gone to and especially good games I had seen. She polished off her apples like cookie monster eating a box of oreos, and soon I saw by her vacant look that it was time to head back to her room and start plowing the field, so to speak. She dumped our trays in the nearby receptacle, and we were out the door.
As we were walking back to her house, I felt a growl emanate deep from within my bowels. It filled me with foreboding; it seemed to be the growl of some dark beast. But I didn't feel any pressure, so I ignored it. I decided if anything was going to happen, it would surely wait until I had finished plowing the mare.

We got back to her room, and I closed the door, offering to make Cloud Chaser a drink. She didn't want one, so I drank two shots of apple cider myself, one for me, one for her. At this point, I could tell she was hot to go; I could smell the dank stench of her sex permeating the room. It reminded me of the ocean, especially the way her body oscillated like winter surf as she impatiently rubbed her hooves together. I smiled, and walked over.

We started to kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth and joyfully picking the stray apple bits out of my back molars. She was breathing heavily, and I tried to ignore the rank smell of her breath as I exposed my swollen power-prong of pleasure. I jabbed it impatiently into her leg; she took the hint and prepared her impatient cunt.
She was dripping like an overripe pimple, and making weird moaning noises. I decided it was time to feed her my meat. I aimed for the hole and jabbed with my dick. Damn, missed. I tried again. The second time, it slipped in with a slurp, and I started to bang away at her.

And then it came: a snarling shrieking moan emanating from the pit of my stomach. I froze, half in, half out. A strange rumbling was seething through my intestines, the waking movements of some slumbering giant. It was enough to put all thoughts of sex out of my mind. It was enough to make me quake in fear. And then it hit.
WHAM! I pulled out of her with a shriek, feeling something slam like a fist against the wall of my asshole. Something wanted out, and it wanted out now! As I pulled free of Cloud Chaser, my mind kept thinking the same thought: the beast is awake. The beast is awake. A fart like a snarl ripped free from my anus, and I yelped. Quickly, I galloped to the bathroom, ignoring Cloud Chaser's protests. This was a shit that could not be denied.

I sprawled onto the toilet seat, happy that I had made it, and gratefully released the muscles of my sphincter, waiting for the monster to slide gracefully out. But this beast had no grace, and it was much too big to fit painlessly through my meager butthole. I tensed in pain as the thing rammed itself at my sphincter, smashing into it like a city bus out of control.
Foolish was I; I actually contemplated for a moment whether I should give birth to this unholy leviathan. As if I had a choice. With a wrench, the shit tore apart my asshole, forcing its head through. I shrieked; my hooves slammed on the ground, my face white. My body twisted, and I buckled down, pushing with all my might, despite the pain. As I licked the sweat off my upper lip. All I had to do was push. All I COULD do was push. This monster would not be denied.
I began to think the thing would never emerge. It shoved its way out, bit by bit, clawing onto the dank hair of my crack in its efforts. Then, with one asshole-wrenching thrust, it was out. My butt cheeks were bathed in ice cold piss-water as it plunged into the pool below.

For a while, all I could do was breath heavily and thank god it was over. I tried to summon the bravery to look, to see this god of shits, but all I could do was tremble. I wasn't sure I was ready; I felt for sure I would turn to stone at the sight of the thing.
Finally, I pulled together the nerve to stand, turn, and look, and it took every effort to peek, as a trembling moan of anguish emerged unbidden from my throat.

And then I saw it. It was...it was beautiful. A tear of happiness dripped from my eye as I beheld this shit miracle I had produced. The light above the toilet bathed the
long brown Princess of Feces, and made it almost glow with a natural halo. It had to be close to a foot long, and at least an inch and a half in diameter. It rested in the toilet casually, princess of its domain. As I beheld it, my mind flashed to the Sistine Chapel, except instead of God touching my hoof, He was offering me this long, brown beauty. As if saying, you are my chosen one, and you have been blessed with the shit of God.

My tears of complete joy and contentment started to wane, and I bent down to take a closer look at the monolithic log. My eyes lingered on its strange texture; it seemed almost shiny and hard, probably due to the intense pressure of my intestines. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but at first I fought with my unworthiness. Surely, to touch it would strike me dead! But finally, my curiosity overcame my fear, and I ran my fingers across its sleek surface.

Rapture! It was as hard as I had expected, and my touch caused it to bob up and down on the surface. I took it in with my hooves and stroked it. It was strangely ridged, probably again due to the pressure of my intestines, and I was again impressed by how hard it was, solid and unyielding. I almost found it difficult to believe my bowels could have produced such an object of perfection. I considered whether I should prostrate myself before it and worship it.

And then I heard a voice. It was Cloud Chaser. "Hey! What's taking you so long?" she neighed from somewhere outside. "Hurry up, honey! Cloud Chaser's pussy is crying for you." Ah yes, I had forgotten about the mare outside. I looked at the floating pillar of power in the bowl with distress. I couldn't flush it, that just wouldn't be right. It would be almost sacrilegious. Yet what could I do with it? I doubted Cloud Chaser would appreciate it. Why had I produced such a specimen? What was its mysterious purpose?

I thought of Cloud Chaser, and it was then I knew. I wrapped my hand around the gargantuan stool, and hefted it. It lifted in one piece, and I raised it like a sceptre. A smile grew on my face as I thought of what was to come.
When I came out, Cloud Chaser was lying spread-eagled on the couch, so I could see straight into her cunt. She leered sexily. I carefully hid the shit; she just wouldn't have understood.

"Hey, hon...been waiting for you!" she drooled. "Come on, baby...can't you see Cloud Chaser is hot and willing?" She thrust her rancid slit towards me.
"Ok." I smiled. "But close your eyes first. That way you won't know when I'm entering you until I actually do." I knew she would do what I said, and I knew her like I knew my oldest pair of underwear.
"ooh! Kinky!" she said happily. Her eyes slammed shut, and her hips twitched, waiting for my entrance. My fleshrod of fertility bulged in anticipation, but I had no intention of entering her. Instead, I brought forth the mighty shit, and touched its tip to her waiting, dripping hole.

"You ready?" I grinned. She nodded, starting to make her weird moaning noises. I slowly started to ease the length of shit into her cunt. She gasped.
"Wow! You're so...BIG!!!!" she gulped, starting to pant heavily. "I never knew you could get so big!"
"That was my surprise, baby. I went into the bathroom and smeared a shitload of enlarging cream on my dick." I laughed silently at my unintentional pun, and continued to push the long piece of shit into her cunt. I had to push it in inch by inch, as her hole wasn't used to such a long tool, and I did it clumsily, since obviously I couldn't go in by feel as I usually do. But she was too hot and turned on to notice.

"Ooh! Fuck me! Fuck me with that long, hard dick!" she howled. I complied, pumping the brown log in and out of her hole. As I did so, I noticed that the phallic poo was developing a slimy layer of crud mixed with her vaginal fluids on its surface. This just made it go in and out easier. This really started to get her going, and I sensed she was started to approach orgasm. I really started to slam the shit into her cunt, and she started to make shrieking noises. Yep, wouldn't be long. As I pummeled her hole, I started to notice that the shit was starting to lose its consistency. It seemed to be getting a little softer, and was molding itself to her cunt.

However, I had no time to contemplate this, for Cloud Chaser launched into a mighty orgasm, and started bouncing up and down on the couch like little a bouncing pink pony, screaming and screaming. I fought to keep the shit dildo pumping into her, trying to keep up with her sudden spasmatic movements. And then, abruptly, I found myself holding half a shit. The other half had broken off in her cunt. She gasped as she came out of her orgasm. Her eyes still tightly closed, she sighed in contentment. "Keep your dick in me." she purred. "I want to feel you get soft inside me."

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll stay inside you as long as you want." I said, as I quietly trotted to the door. As I shut it behind me, I decided I probably wouldn't be seeing Cloud Chaser for awhile.

Author's Note

Anoymous