“Excuse me Dashie. I need to let out lunch, “chirped Pinkie Pie, as with a cheerful smile she rose to relieve herself of the brewing bowel movement now braying on her back door. The mare instinctively pinching her pucker in response to the familiar weight pressing against her ponut, in the off chance the morbid mass of manure marinating in her midriff decided to make a break for it with the pudgy pony’s change in stance. The energetic equine knowing better than to ignore the mounting urgency to disgorge her well-digested dinner, as the desire to not suffer a rerun of a certain anal accident prompted the pony to stand. A quaking rumble echoing through the equine's bulbous barrel, as the change in orientation caused the stewing scat to shift slightly within her bloated body cavity.

“Sure, just don’t clog it like last time. Took forever to clean up Bob Bon,” brushed off Rainbow, before she let out a bassy “buarp”. The well-fed Pegasus making no attempt to stifle the burp, causing a cloud of white and brown feathers to erupt from the equine in a spray of spittle. The prismatic pony rubbing her belly as she let out the bellowing belch, as she felt her tummy tighten slightly with an ominous “grn”. The gurgling groan causing the mare’s mewling meal to let out a muffled meep, as the helpless griffon continued her stifled struggles against the sloshing stomach surrounding her.

The two ponies just ignoring the hysterical hen, as if she liked it or not, at this point she was going to be digested by some dweeb. Pinkie giving her friend a departing wave, before carefully waddling off, as the engorged earth pony didn’t quite trust her currently more rearward centre of gravity. The sensation of growing a brown tail blooming as Pinkie approached the water closet, as the mare subconsciously prepared to dump the substantial shit stirring behind her battened down brown eye. The mare shivering slightly as she felt a tentative toot tickle over her tailhole, as a putrid puff teased its way over the twitching rose bub. The reluctant release followed quickly by a drawn-out “phurrt” of stale atmosphere, as the condensed crap curled up in Pinkie’s crammed colon grew impatient about its looming release. Pinkie smiling at the sensation, though the mare was nowhere close to suffering an uncontrolled discharge of dung, and instead she began to casually chat with the turbulent turd tapping at the dark side of her tailstar.

“Well, it’s been fun, but you’re starting to make me all pooty. I’d better drop you off before you make a mess of yourself,” conversed Pinkie, as with a twist of her hoof she locked the toilet door, and with a waggle of her wide hips made her way to her waiting throne. The mare carefully taking her seat with a slight shuffle, as she settled in for what was sure to be a sizable shit. Pinkie biting her lip as her round rump made contact with the cold toilet seat, though after a few seconds the frigid latrine warmed to the pony’s presence, allowing her to lean back in a relaxed fashion against the cistern.

“Time to let you exit the party tum, hope the pools to your liking,” joked Pinkie in her normal jovial jest, as the mare could already tell this was going to be a dense dump just from how the upcoming rectal release was sitting in her inflated intestines. The equine tracing a hoof over her lumpy middle, as between the normal paunchy she could feel the acid pitted bones that would serve as the fibre in the titanic turd that was about to thump pleasurably over her tail hole. The act of partaking in a mare-sized meal aways creating a colossal crap, and Pinkie seriously doubted the heavy poop pleading against her ponut would be the exception to this rule.

Pinkie taking the moment necessary to get comfortable, before with a hard grunt she loosened her clenched cigar cutter, and gave the push necessary to get the waiting faecal fudge flowing. For a moment nothing happened, as the batch of well-baked butt brownies appeared to be blocked, before with a clayey chug the supposedly constipated clog cleared with a bitter “Broomft!”. No sooner did the sweaty fart rip out of Pinkie’s rear did the septic soil begin to crown as the brown birthing began. Pinkie nickering to herself as she felt the bulky bum butter stretch out her sensitive sphincter with a firm thump, before with a phlegmy crackle the muddy muck began to coil out in a steaming coil of bleached brown biomass. The steaming sausage spiralling out of the strained sphincter in a greasy rope, as the ex-equine was easily passed as a pliant putty. The moist dirt painted a hazel hue from its crawl through the colon, though it remained uniformly mushy, allowing Pinkie to push it out with little problem.

The sight reminiscent of toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, as the chocolatey caca slithered free in a continuous log of oily excrement. The tip of the turd tapping against the bottom of the bowl, before beginning to pile up in a clumsy bend as the malleable mud complied with the limited dimensions of the bog. The girthy onslaught ordure twirling into a series of winding bends where it stuck the sides of the basin, creating an erratic series of winding bends in the scat, as it began to fill the privy with processed pony protein. The mare moaning as she started to feel bones strum against her sensitive sphincter, causing a small sweat to develop on her brow, as the equine exerted herself to clear the more chunky crud now creeping through her pushing piping.

Pinkie just enjoying the ride, as she saw no need to pinch off the load, and instead began to guess what fractured features were trundling over her ajar arsehole. Pinkie recognising the sensation of vertebra, ribs, and what felt like a shattered leg intermixed with periodic patches of ruined fur, which interrupted the normally uniform creamy consistency of the crap. The mare Pinkie had made a meal of more than well-sorted, before with a quiver she felt something a little more solid slip around the sigmoidal. The stimuli like shitting a stone, as the broken muzzle of the cranial casemate crept out bend and began to nuzzle out of the parted ponut with a nibbling yawn.

“I can feel somepony’s smile crowning out of my tooshie,” purred Pinkie, as she let out a smug breath in response to the brainbox bashing its way free of her bubbly booty. For a less experienced equine eater, the wide egg-shaped bone might have jammed, but for Pinkie, all it took was a gentle “ckrck” to pass the corroded clump of calcium. The baker barely batting an eye at the supposedly arduous ordeal of craping out an intact cranium, as her elastic exit easily mantled over the bothersome bone and with a shunt and pulpy plap added it to the growing pile of poo below her.

The skull entombed within the soft serve scat, rendering it more streamlined so that with a painless plop Pinkie added it to the top of the growing mound of manure, as though it was just a cherry on top of the soggy shite Sunday. Pinkie savouring the last of the dirty dough as it drained from her derrière, concluding the seemingly endless deluge of fresh fertilizer oozing out of the entrenched equine. Pinkie panting by the time the tail end of the turd trundled free, finally putting an end to the steady stream of squishy sewage with a final weak wink, as the pony checked that she was now empty of her toilet destroying dump.

“Phew, always feels sooo much better after spending some quality time with a snack” Exclaimed Pinkie, as she relished the feeling of her raw rear begin to zip back up with a few palpitating blinks. The mare sighing in the afterglow, as she felt significantly lighter now that she was no longer carrying for two. The mare feeling slightly lightheaded as she reached over for a roll of toilet paper, somewhat relieved that Rainbow preferred a cloudlike 3-ply, as she knew her exit was going to be well worn from letting out all warm waste now cooling below her.

“You were so squirmy and hit the spot just right, hope you enjoyed your stay in my gurgly party spot, my stomach always makes it the top priority to give snacks a good time,” complimented Pinkie as she tore off a few sheets of cottony tissue. The mare not lying, even if the reconstituted equine stinking beneath her bottom was way past the point of caring about how her predator felt about the manner in which she has slid through the pink pony’s plumbing.

“Aw, don’t worry about the mess, I’ll clean up behind you…” mumbled Pinkie as she wiped herself clean of any lingering rectal residue. A few soothing strokes more than enough to remove the surplus scat smeared on the sore starfish, before Pinkie crumpled up the soiled sheet and cast it into the putrid pile with the rest of the discarded number two. The exhausted equine then taking a moment to compose herself, before rising to her hooves to inspect what remained of the pony she had ingested.

“Hee, looks like you filled up the bowl to the brim. I should have made some courtesy flushes, now my poop may end up clogging Dashie’s bowl again…” Ruminated Pinkie giddily, as she knew full well that ponies didn’t really make toilets designed to handle a deposit that a fellow equine made. The lasting legacy of the mare’s lunch to be flushed and forgotten, as even now it took Pinkie a moment to recall the name of the mare she had transformed into a thick turd. The name on the tip of her tongue, as Pinkie’s mouth watered in recollection of the flailing female’s fine flavour, and the way the pony had persistently twitched before inevitably perishing within the smothering seal of Pinkie’s swollen stomach. Cheerilee, that was it; smiled Pinkie pie as she remembered the name of the disgusting discharge she was staring, at, though at this point the only real question was if the teacher was a toilet clogger.


“Well, here’s the moment of truth, time to send you on your way to Dashie’s septic tank,” said Pinkie with her normal levels of mirth, as she reached out and gave the lever a confident tug. The sound of running water starting immediately, as the loo attempted to flush what had been cast into it with a reluctant glugging noise. The long “Fluuush” initially not doing anything to shift the scat, and the water began to overflow, before the pressure reached a critical level and it began to purge itself of the haul of horse apples Pinkie had discarded into it. The look of worry evaporating from the equine’s face, as now her only concern was if the Cheerilee chocolate cake had left a naughty skid mark on the ivory bowl. That didn’t seem to be the case though, as from just a glance it appeared the teacher turd was going to be leaving dry, much to Pinkie’s relief, as she would have hated to ruin Rainbow’s bathroom two visits in a row after Bon Bon had rendered the room akin to a significant emotional event. Such a bout of intestinal distress failing to manifest though, so with a grin on her face Pinkie turned to leave, before remembering her manners and made sure to thank Cheerilee for the meal.

“Thanks again for being lunch, you were the tastiest snack we shared. I won't have to nom anypony till dinner…” before with a clunk the door closed, leaving Cheerilee to stew in the sewers, as an ever-peckish Pinkie was already focused on her next partaking of pony……

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After spending an afternoon at Rainbow's place, Pinkie feels the call of nature, telling her its time to deposit what is left of dinner...

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