“Thanks for having a stroll with me, Pinkie. It’s really helped me feel more relaxed,” chirped Twilight cheerfully between soft grunts of exertion, as the purple pony passed the reconstituted remains of her most recent passenger. The mare finding the bowel movement rather smooth so far, as the processed soil was shifting without her having to squeeze all that hard. Even so, a sprinkling of sweat was forming on her tensing haunches, as she clenched her congested core to a tender tune of effeminate grumbles. Log after log crowning, as each heavy huff heralded the birth of another length of greasy loam, which curled out of the alicorn’s colon in a chocolatey swirl of bleached brown biomass.

Each thick turd trundling through her tail hole, before her pert ponut pinched it off, and with a wet plap another clump of crap was added to the mound of manure beginning to form beneath the princess’s pudgy plot. The greasy loam that had once been Applejack making a dense dump all things considered, as the stubborn earth pony was making her exit through Twilight’s agape arsehole with a gentle ooze. The steady slither of oily fertilizer not taking much effort to excrete, as whenever the stream of shit began to slow a simple compression of her pelvic floor was all it took for Twilight to get the creamy fudge of the mostly metabolized mare moving again. The motion strangely arousing, as each little cramp from the large intestine forced the bulky butt brownies to succulently squish against the princess’s prostate, stirring her sausage into a semi-stiff state with each little tense from her poo-packed plumbing.

Aside from this oddly erogenous quirk of dumping her digested dinner, the lavender equine was more than able to keep the faecal flow going without too much difficulty, as bit by bit the bowel butter pushed its way out of her parted pucker in a cracking coil of steaming scat. The spread sphincter quivering slightly with every section of the unfurling anal snake, as the ticking sensation of matted clusters of ruined hair and corroded shards of bone thrummed against the nerve-rich rectal ring. The textured indigestibles dotting each girthy stretch, giving Twilight glimmers of her now melted meals morphology, before being discarded into the ever-growing pile of poop below her plump posterior.

“I tooold you that bringing a friend for the work was worth it, you get used to the weight soo fast and then it just feels all warm and cozy the entire way~” replied Pinkie Pie, as her yawning starfish snipped off another dung dumpling with a nibbling contraction, which the mare was enjoying just as much as her friend based on the turgid half-mast a few inches below her twitching tailstar. The Pink pony having an equally easy time with her own massive meal of athletic mare meat, as apart from a few scattered phlegm-coated feathers, acid pitted bones and tufts of technicolour mane, little remained to mark the muddy mountain behind her as once being an aspiring member of the Wonderbolts. The corroded calcium that had been the Pegasus’s bones littering the logs, though none of them had been sufficiently sturdy enough to clog up and cork the bubbly baker's backdoor like some of her more excessive indulgences of filling flesh tended to do.

Even so a partaking of a full-grown pony was sure to make a mess, and the jovial equine would have been kidding herself if she thought her toilet could flush the large load of bum bread she had just brewed and deposited. Rainbow herself proving no different than any other pegamare, as her airy anatomy made for light lumps of colon cake on the way out, that plopped away in a steady stream of moist horse apples, unlike the more fibrous ordure her friend was forcing out from betwixt her buns. The two mares just enjoying the moment, as they hiked up their tails and just let nature take its course. The stored stool unspooling from beyond their sigmodals at a gradual pace, as the pony’s portly potbellies slowly shrank in tandem with the mounting mulch building up behind their round rears. Soon enough both equine’s bloated barrels would be empty, and from there it would just be a short walk back home. The two ponies doubtless chatting as they rambled back to town, though the most pressing topic of discussion would surely be who would be swaying between their legs next time they decided to go on such a satisfying stroll…

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Pinkie and Twilight enjoy a relaxing stroll, though after a while a familiar pressure prompts the two smiling mares to pause, as the incessant nudging against their ponuts was their now processed passengers letting them know it was time for them to disembark...

This lemon was a gift for Dendollae (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dendollae/ ). That I had planned to do for quite some time, as it was one of their pieces they were not the most confident in. I said I would give them a surprise, so I hope they enjoy this fun little lemon of Twi and Pinkie dropping off their now festering friends... or should I say fertilizer

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