After-Party Favour, Bath


Written by Septia


Dawn passed the slumbering couple by, light streaming through the windows, aimed away from the bed, but as the morning turned to day, there came a stirring under the sheets -Bbfrrft-.
	Buttered grumbled, reaching out with his hoof towards the sound, waving it in the air. Until, his nostrils flared, and he took in a huff of the bottom baked fumes. 
	“Mmfs, phaa… ha…” he mumbled, wheezing as he opened his eyes. 
	“Mmfw…” came a murr from behind. Embarrassment flickered across his face, then he remembered… he snuggled back into Pinkie's embrace. 


-Ckkr- -Crhrlslth- Buttered pressed himself off of Pinkie's crotch, her shaft having marinated in his rear overnight, creaking with lubricative lust as he wiggled up his rear. -Shrhrlspt- till the lengthy, limp mast spooled free to smack into the bed. 
	“Mmfwr?” Pinkie mumbled, eyes greeting the day. “Buttered?” 
	“Oo, Good morning, It was not my intent to wake you up.” 
	“Mmff, But that is what mornings are for. We can't take that away from it, it mm, is the most important part of the day,” Pinkie beamed and wiggled some energy into her body. “Mmf, wakey, fudge I'm bakin'~.” Pinkie cooed and lifted up her left cheek. -Bbroofrrooooprth- An airy gale of colon miasma flooded through her rear. -Fppprft- The bump in the blanket that was her rump swelled, the slope below it filling up with a bulge of steam that dissipated in streams. “Phaaa, That is what mmf, mornings are all about,” she said and kneaded down along her tummy, the gut slumped towards the bottom of her abdomen, a solid drove her hoof could cradle. “Mmfs, I think I feel Dewly coming,” Pinkie huffed and bit on her lip. A -Ghrhbrlslgpsh- gurgle of rumbling rags rustling beneath the blanket, to culminate at the butt bump… -Ppbbrrrroooooffth- The smog inflated a hill taller than her rear, bubbling bouts of the noxious breeze soaring through a broadened brim, dense smokestacks rising along the edges of the blanket and polluting the air with a miasma of molten pony ham drenched in caustically sweet syrup. 
	Buttered leaned down towards the blanket, pulling it open, being greeted by a wall of tropical air. He sniffed in tangs of roasted chestnuts and meat sewage, and accents of caramel embedded in the fetid fumes funnelling through the flush fanny. The exhaust carrying with it the a smog of rusted copper and left to stew in a marinate of swamp cider. 
	“Phew can really mm, I can really smell Dewly and Carameli in there, wishing me a good morning,” Buttered mentioned. 
	“Told you,” Pinkie said and cooed, rubbing around on her gullet to feel bubbles-Shhstsp- contorted through her bowels and flood free as huffs of -Fhshrprsht- -Pprrwwlth- -Bbrrwwfth- two close friends making one big bath of fudge and farts, “enjoying the trip down? I certainly am, getting you all mushed and stewing down, you feel smm so much fatter in there. Choo choo, chubby train is on route to pink pudge cannoyon~.” -Ppfbbrrrpwht- “And we are expecting harsh winds,” she snickered and sighed. 
	Buttered moved in closer to the gales, drinking in the smog so his nostrils warped around the gumming odours clamming him up with their peppered character. 
	“Ooh, Buttered, could mfm, you do me a little favour? There is still a teeny, tiny winy bit of… tension left down theere~.” 
	Buttered smiled, peeking down on the member that had sloughed out his rear, now twitching up stiff. 
	“Sure, I can h-help it wakes up too.” 
	“The most important part of the day,” Pinkie cheered and snuggled up back in the bed. 
	Buttered crawled under the blanket, feeling the air infused with the raw smog pooling from Pinkie's rear -Spphhto- airy gales that flushed back his mane and percolated down his throat. The stallion closed up to the rump, kneading into the cheeks watching the pucker as it widened open, pinching around the corners from unleashing the warm bots. He leaned closer, watching the pit tremble before his eyes, and the coiling depth they held within. He could see the moisture building inside as the gas funnelled through and condensed along the ruffled walls into dollops of glimmering liquids before being flushed back -Fppprrrorbth- in the lofty puffs of emerald fumes. -Schhrllssth- then he saw something else. A shadow in umber, warping the surroundings, protruding forwards with the -Forth- plumes of smog, a shifting, compressing texture that was moulded by the clamps of her bowels… -Shrhprspths- and in a clench it was swallowed back down, engulfed in darkness. 
	Buttered quivered, still feeling a radiant heat from the mound within. He hid his fluster in Pinkie's cheeks, pushing his face at the bottom of the her crack, reaching out his tongue to -shrrlp- tickle the groove with his saliva. 
	“Mfms, phaa, smell rank right? The foulest fumes ever?” Pinkie asked above. 
	“Mmfwm.” 
	“Yes~ knew it, told you Birthday boy,” she smiled and caressed her gut, moulding into it whilst Buttered services her rear. 
	-Shhrslp- -shrsslltp- His tongue brushed along the crack, down to sweep up globules of perspiration that had gathered from the long day and night under the blankets, along with condensed drops of pure musk that tickled his tongue like flakes of chili. Buttered nuzzled into the moist coat, his tongue dragging down the crack, along the trundle leading up to the sack, he felt the orbs come to a rest at the back of his head, pivoting to slurp and daub his tongue in a curve up along the thigh, -Shhroslp- -Chslprs- suckling and smooching to vacuum in the droplets on his journey up along her crotch, pausing now and then to rake in breaths of the rancid -Spfpfpfth- puttering out the broad brim, until his tongue met with the pink jewels. He brushed his muzzle in between them, reaching out his tongue to -schsrlrps- slurp around one of the musky orbs, drinking in the musk like cider as he -Slssptps- slurped into his maw, tongue brush bathing the globe in drool in exchange for the salty joy that trailed through his gullet. 
	“Mmfs, ohrew you are a loud pair as well.” -Pfpfhrorosbth- Pinkie brassed off a crackling gale that fluttered her brim like a sputtering balloon. “You must really enjoy your time as pony mush, it was so quick as well, Carameli you just melted away like a,” -Bhrhiaiaalp- “champ, and then you, Dewly, have the guts to give me this gift,” she said with a teasing voice whilst prodding and groping through the billow of pudge on her tummy. “A present on your birthday? That is so sweet, but I would have been happy just churning you down to stinky dough, you know that, mfms,” -Prhrrwppwth-, “So thoughtful.” Pinkie cooed and toyed with her tummy, as Buttered near her shaft. 
	-Shhflslpt- He drew his moist muscle up the length, feeling it bend and warp over veins and quiver in the throbs, the shaft smelling foul of congealed salt, stale pits of lust still present after being smeared through his bowels. His tongue reached the apex, curling around the flared tip, his lips moulding to morph the circumference, so he could -Shhsmsmth- smooch it, deep, close, pushing down and suckling the musk out of the stallionhood. 
	“Mmwrmf,” Buttered huffed and draining in a breath through his nostrils before -Shhstbths- shoving his head down over the stem, taking in the mauve pillar of meat into his mouth, cheek bulk protruding around in a warped contour of the tip as he chugged down on her cock, lapping in circles over the length while he slurped and suckled her cock down his maw, moaning as he gradually built up a bounce, a rhythm, one with eagerness as it -Chshrlptsh- engulfed the meat, shaking at ever throb rippling through her rod of nectar. 
	“Mmfw, aaah, bfms, but you kwm know Dewly, I couldn't have done it without some friends. Fmms, Buttered made sure your trip was safe, pleasant and,” -Brhhaaalpup-, “caring.” She mused whilst shifting her hips to hump down Buttered's throat, his neck distending around the oblong outline of her shaft, which he dutifully buried himself into, slathering it in his saliva. 
	-Pfbrbrwhhpt- -Bbbwrrhrhth- the air growing dense with the fog from Pinkie's tush, funnelling the raw mirth of decomposiing gratuitous frosting and burning lard. The fog greasing up her rear with splotches -Spsplfth- of amber phlegm form the trappings of her bowels, the storms of flatulence corrupting the clean air of Buttered's bedroom into a sauna, the head growing torrid as her pucker fanned out -Spfrrwlrbbrth- gallons of piping hot smog. Pinkie and Buttered both shared in the oozing of the guttural sauna, the blanket growing damp and, reeking of candied mushroom stew brewed in a tar pit. The air so damp it lubricated Pinkie's shaft, letting Buttered trounce himself down to its base and swab the crotch with his meaty carpet, dense enough that Pinkie's curling mane sloped to her side with a bouncing -Bbffgfs-. The air so full of noxious gales it distilled, fermenting into a gaseous alcohol, on which both drank until intoxicated on then the raw warmth of nether forged nougat, a heaping dose of molten friendship. -BBFrlllpwrrrwwrth- -Pfbbrroofrrth-. 


~ 1 ~


Stretches of white batter drizzled the side of the bed, drooping over the hill as melting wax. A single trail of it spanned up along Buttered's torso, and down on the tip of is tongue, hanging out and shaking around his exhausted pants. 
	A haze cocooned the room, everything tinted in lime from he swathes of smog. It lingering around them. Every now and again growing richer in hues as -Sppbfffwrth- another gale fluttered out to join them. 
	“Mm, Phew, this smells better than even I thought I could make, all thanks to you two,” Pinkie said to her tummy, “hope you don't mind Carameli helping out and adding that extra zest/ It was a really kind birthday present of her, chugging down the fudge factory with you,” Pinkie teased her stomach and snickered as her hooves moulded fiant grooves over the surface of the pudge. 
	Buttered swallowed, chewing on his lip as he reached up to Pinkie's mane, brushing his hooves along the slackened hair, it still curled and bobbed as he filtered his hooves through it, though each time he felt the condensed fog -Chrrlslptsh- daubing off onto his coat, smearing in glistening trails along his leg. He brushed the fuschia mane between his hooves, plastering them together while cradling it downwards, as it filtered out through the clutch he felt it warp into smoothened coils of fluff having gained weight from the sheer amount of liquid it housed. 
	Pinkie nuzzled up to him, bopping her snoot against his. “know the feeling when your whole coat is slick and droopy with the fumes of some good friends?” Pinkie asked, grinding her hooves down into her stomach so it gurgled out a few -Shghrbhrhsls- through the buffer of blubber. 
	“Mmm, I think I do,” Butted said, letting his gaze intertwine with hers whilst she weaved her mane through his hooves in wisps of brushes. 
	“It makes me feel like a frog~. Don't you think?” Pinkie said with a big smile. 
	Butted blushed up a this, tugging onto Pinkie's mane so it -Sstwh- sprung back out of his grasp and bobbed back and forth on her head like a tensed rubber band. “A-a little, I think?” 
	“I think this is how a frog feels, at least? Wouldn't you think so?” Pinkie said and leaned back, idly plying bloats and gorges over her tummy. “But for them, it is their own smog, or, their own slime. So it would smell of them, this humid cloak all around them, like a water hug, of themselves.” Pinkie continued, Buttered blushing up as he leaned in, listening and coiling her mane in lose swirls around his one hoof. 
	“I think that is how these two felt as well~ Somewhere along the gurgling process, when they were between a solid and a liquid~” -Gbrbrslgsh- Pinkie's stomach stemmed in with a grind and churn, its sounds echoing hollow through her frame, “and they were sitting there, cooing and bundling up in a pool of themselves, then it bubbles and steams, and they get to feel this slimy hug of themselves… around themselves.” Pinkie concluded with a warm smile, then leaned back with a sigh. “Can you imagine that? Soaking in a sauna of yourself. Gurgling away into a slushy tummy paste, knowing you have helped feed a whole pony, and that their flanks are gonna take good care of the you that is left~?” 
	Buttered's pupils had contracted further, the more Pinkie spoke, the stallion gritting his feelings. A quiver travelled from his neck down the length of his spine, before he shoved his muzzle into Pinkie's mane to camouflage the fluster in the rose loops. 
	“Phaha, h-hey what are you dong up there~.” 
	“J-just brushing.” 
	“Ymm, you have some creative interpretation of brushing, but you really give it your all.” Pinkie burst into a chuckle that spread jovially through to Buttered, who chuckled along with the mare, the embarrassment peeling off and washing away as he could rest calm with her by his side, and take in the fart soaked scent of cotton candy from her mane. 


~ 2 ~


“W-wwoooaah,” Pinkie squealed as she stumbled forwards into Buttered and clamped her hooves around his flank -Bwwfnnmf- 
	“Wh-ahw?” Buttered squeaked, the brush of the mare's hooves down his thighs rousing his coat… He took a breath and peeked back. 
	“Whoopsies,” Pinkie said, shuffling up and nuzzling his back, “It feels that Nessy was a real big help with balance when I got a stuffed tummy, though now that the party’s moved to my backside, I've gotten pretty,” -pPFhrrrft-, “Bottom heavy.” She explained and supported herself against the stallion. 
	“T-that is fine, it is not that far, I am h-happytohelp,” he stammered out, pace ramping as Pinkie snuggled into his back. “Choo choo, tummy train heading for porcelain ally.” 
	“Y-yes,” Buttered responded as he shuffled forth, finding a pace that matched Pinkie’s sluggling along behind him. A drone of -Ghbfllglgpsths- rumbled from the contorted abdomen, doing a dainty bobbing with its taut bulk. The room still stunk with the lingering fumes festering at the ceiling, the warmth of swamp brewn taffy and char grilled pony grease swirling around them. Buttered slowed to bask in the smog left to marinate in his house, a reminder of her as long as it remained. 
	Once they arrived in the bathroom Pinkie propped herself up against Buttered's hind with gasp. 
	“Phaaaaw? What is, Buttered, what in the name of taffy custard is that?”  
	“Oh, right.” buttered sauntered up, the bathroom renovated since their last visit, a pool of a toilet dominated the interior. The squat toilet had a bowl the width of a couch pillow and half a hoof’s water depth, a miniature lake with a black gape in the far end leading down the broad gape of the plumping. 
	“After your previous visits, I spoke to the construction ponies about an, alternative solution, this toilet is built to handle your, ah… your…” 
	“Heavy batches of friend fudge?” Pinkie finished. 
	“Exactly.” 
	“That is so thoughtful, I didn't even know they made these.” -Ghbrhrslslgsb- she was interrupted by a displacement of fumes chugging along her catacombs. “But Dewly here has got themselves a massive batch of birthday batter, So I won't make promises about not clogging it either way~.”  
	Buttered flushed up a touch. “T-that reasonable.” 
	“Can't wait to try it out though~.” Pinkie beamed and hopped back, shifting to back up over the squat and jiggle her ham pillows over the water. 
	“Mmfmfs, might want a little hoof with, phaa, easing the cake out of the oven. Just about finished baking in there, but I think I overdid the bath this time~” Pinkie said and swayed her tummy beneath herself. 
	Buttered scooched up beside her, reaching out to plant his hooves over her protruding oven. He brushed along the stomach -Chhrglls- feeling the crinkling smear of muddy trunks coiling underneath his touch. -Chhrclkth- Some shifting forwards as he kneaded into them, feeling the rugose texture brush him back in turn as it shifted along the gutters. 
	“Mmfsphaa, you really gave them a move mfmso, it’s gonna be mm, great to see how they turned out, don't you think~?” 
	“I-I am s-sure they are amazing,” Buttered cooed as he massaged along her stomach, one hoof roving over her jiggling flanks. 
	“They are amazing, and they will be an epic dump too." 
	-PWpphfhffwrrth- A bubbling stream of steam fluttered out through the cheeks, a deep emerald hue weaving through the bathroom to infuse it with the fatty mushroom brewed ham and vinaigrette stench… Buttered shuddered as he cradled and moved his hooves across her stomach, feeling the warping and budging within growl and pack into the pink pony's rear. -Chhrlslghs- He heard a crinkle within, muffled by the depths but amplifying in tone as the vibrations reverberated all the closer to her pucker. -Chrhggllslrsht- the brim clasped together, bulbing outwards with a rubber strain, then contracting, cheeks clamping shut, to blossom back open as the pit jutted out. This balancing pendulum motion swung back and forth as the manure packed tauter, deeper auburn glimpsing through the hind at each cycle. -Chhrlgs- -Churlish- -Fpprrhfh-Chhttslh- The brim clogged, warped outwards into a flower bud, the skin of the pucker twitching as it warped back over an exterior of crackled, chocolate marsipone. The muck being disgorged through the sprawling pucker, a matte surface absorbing all light, channelling it towards the veins of colon fluids laying buried in the trenches of the filth, tracing a tessellated pattern through the mound creeping out of the broad pit. Its girth starting thin as a bit but swelling up conally as it vacated the brim, growing past the width of a head on the manure’s creamy trip through the brim. -Chhrlglslsgsh- -Fttwppo- A pair of ears rolled out through the brim and snapped up through the heap. -Ggrrhhslslsths- the heap's trenches spreading broad, fracturing along the bundled up mounds of booty chocolate with stitchings of bowel phlegm spanning between each chunk. -Chhrs- Clwptsths- Until they toppled off, broad chunks slopping free from its connecting segments and plummeting into the water below. On the inside of the shed grime were a moulding sculpt of curves and bumps, and as more chunks fell, the most of Nessy's face emerged from underneath. 
	“Phhaa phoaa, phaaa,” Nessy gasped in deep breaths, her coat smothered with muck in a hue of terracotta, neck smothered and below still clutched by the rim rippling behind and moulding the manure flat to her coat once more. 
	“Hello there, Nessy,” Buttered greeted as he saw the head of the mare unveiled. 
	“H-hi yourself, Buttered,” She responded, short of breath, a face mellow and hazy from being encased in gruel. 
	“Hey Nessy, you have been a super help you know that~ Mmfms, it is just amm, a matter of letting out the Birthday pones and then we'll fish you out, bujsuts, mmfs, hang in my butt for a bit longer,” Pinkie instructed and huffed, Nessy's face getting tucked backwards so her ears smushed to the pucker, before the brim warped wide and -schhrlrlsph- hauled her back out again. 
	Hearing this brought a blush to the mare's cheeks, nibbling her lip as she nodded into the bowl below. “M-mmhms.” She mumbled, steaming in the vapours surrounding her as the pucker -Bbrwgwfoooorth- unleashed a hoot of moist exhaust slobbing her coat and infesting her nostrils with the fumes of fermented friends. “Mmfs, here we, fs, fm, comes the birthday train, chugga chugga choo~.” Pinkie cooed out as her brim pinched in over the manure, digging in a deep groove -Shhrtsh- before sprawling back and engorging over the loaf, creaming out of her pit and arching down towards the massive toilet lake -Chrslrlstfhshths-. The Nessy stuffed butt eclair descended from the broadening pit under Pinkies flagpoled tail. The slick fudge streaking off from the rugose flesh with the screeching of marshmallow tires. -Chrrlssscht- Pinkie's cheeks cleaved and moulded around the bulwark of mud husk encasing the mare friend, faint outlines warping up into view as the length bound through the canyon of booty. -Shhrrsfllwwrth- The loaf looping out of the brim as Nessy's face inched towards the surface and -Shghspwo- dipped under. The mound kept crawling forwards, Pinkie's brim snapping and clutching around Nessy's mud caked thighs, brim bending and warping along bumps and protrusions of bunched up filth or chunks and indigestibles. The bale given an awkward air to its bend with a whole mare backed into the reeking loaf. From around the surface of the mound the air danced from the fumes oozing free of the manure's membrane, its heat radiating out through the bathroom as Pinkie huffed and cooed along with her hind’s trek. Its surface laid riddled with pencil sketch fractures, in patterns that crawled along the surface. The disturbance to the texture was coupled with broad flat patches of smoothness, where the dung held as steady as liquid mahogany. Though even these chunks warped and bent as the weight of the Nessy filling anchored it to the bowl below. Pinkie's brim twitched, winking over a particularly broad lump at the end of Nessy's outline, her rim struggling to a quiver of a strummed violin-string, -HHChhrsht- as it receded haggardly around a congealed clump of midnight umber constipation, a ball of brown iron that wedged through the stiff orifice. Her rim rippled at the zenith of the compacted mud orb, dressed in cracks that had been segregated and folded together time and again as manure pressed up to fold around Nessy, -Sppfths- bowel drool sloping out of the pit, lubricating Pinkie efforts. 
	Buttered took a cautionary approach, gently brushing Pinkie's cheeks broadly around the lump, matching her huffs in his kneads and watching the chunk teeter at the edge… -Sppstlltpshth- The mound ejected from, Pinkie's rim snapping together -Shtpsth- sinking into the warm, clay umber that bunched up behind the clog and cut through the mound, snapping off the drove to tumble into the toilet, -Spwhthsths- a little wave crashed up around the bulk. The mound shifted forwards, the head of the loaf bushing up to the edge and resurfaced with Nessy's face -Shpthts- as the manure moulded stuck into the edge of the bowl. 
	“Phaahuaaa,” Nessy gasped in for air as she broke surface, quivering as her mane drawled down by her side, clumped with dollops of booty fudge. Only her head had gotten wet from the dive, the encasing clay of the baked chocolate dough around her a seal into the warmth exuding from Pinkie's mulch, the cold water contributing context, and drawing her into the world of sludge. Massages of the packing dung in the open air curled Nessy's face into a doofy smile, eyes half lidding as the rest of her body slumped from floating in the caked in bale of grime. 
	“Phowa haphaa, that felt amazing already, mfmmfsh, hold up, I can feel Dewly wanting
 mtt gms, thank you,” Pinkie huffed and clutched her hooves over her tummy, -Shhrsts- squeezing into it so folds of the firmly bloated gut moulded over her. -BHRfpfpffffwwwrlllpwrpth- A storm of smog howled from her gaping rear, pelting flecks of grime and little bone chunks of calcium behind her as she polluted the air with a deep orange fog, misting to spread the odour of a botched sewage stew distilled into a sharp alcohol. -Bhhrwwwoowowlpth- The air booming with the billow of gales oozing into it, a distinctly sickly caramel aftertaste wafting through the air with the tang of burnt pony bacon. 
	“Mfmfmwmf,” Nessy huffed out. 
	Buttered's knees trembled, abolishing all his shudders back there. Yet, still his mane was rustling. 
	“Phoowa… that is so smelly,” Pinkie giggled and fanned theatrically, “wonder what I could have gobbled up to churn out such fmms, delightfully, phaha, foul fart. Hmm, oh wait, it was you Dewly~.” Pinkie cheered and rubbed back into her tummy. “Happy birthday you mmfs, soft sludgy goof~.” Then she peered over her shoulder. “Wanna help massage my tummy Nessy? We could get you out of there in a jiffy.” 
	“Mmfrrw…” Nessy huffed a bit. “I-I'd l-like to stay for a bit, imfms, it is s-so comfy in your muck, P-pinkie. It is fine if I stay, right?” 
	Buttered flared up at this, swallowing at this revelatory confession. 
	“Alright, yessirui stinky bum~ But there is a whole lot of friendly fudge waiting in there,” her tummy -Shhtbgts- growled out. Buttered feeling the bowl mould as the pucker winched open with a shrouded mound of nougat looming inside. “Don't say I didn't warn ya~.” Pinkie cheered in a sing song tune and peered over at Buttered. “Guess that means more tummy for you to handle, all on your own.” 
	Buttered froze and stammered. “Y-yeah I'll do my best,” he said and sighed to calm himself, massaging along her abdomen as he watched her brim recoil around the oncoming onslaught of bile 


-Chrhgllsths- -Chhrshts- The oncoming mud crinkled like whipped cream out of a spritzer, only the cream had coagulated to a slobbing syrup on its way out. The pink nozzle pinched and, strained itself before blossoming out into a broad gape around the filth. -Shthshc- first came a beige tainted knob jutting out from the top of the heap, scraping the ceiling of Pinkie's fudge catacombs so a swathe of jellied bowl phlegm drippled from it as it creaked out. Once the light of the bathroom hit it one could see the shape of the hoof bone, picked clean by Pinkie's cake batter factory and stained khaki through its trip. The hoof bone jutted out from the tip of the mound, steeled stiff and budged about as the mud moulded around it, the point it jutted out of warping and forming a crater around it. As the filth billowed out of Pinkie's cheeks the skeletal leg quivered in the melon birthed slab of bowel bile. Shrhpsthsths- It crawled out of the surface of her brim, radiating its funky heat throughout the bathroom. Pinkie' brim folded and snapped back along the humps and crags decorating the tube of tummy mortar, the skeletal hoof pointing here and there as it shook along the motions; jammed in a pose of reaching out for a less nougat filled salvation. -Ppfrhrhrbsths- a few bouts of fumes pattered between brim and bale as the muck wound its way through Pinkie, the bale marching in a smothering crescent from her brim as it descended into the pool. -Sstptsh- the filth bundled up, smushing onto the end of the Nessy mound and folding over, crumbling over it like a gum cigar, -swphthts- the hoof squeezed back into the embedding of muck with the dung sloping and piling up into a slow tangle. 
	“Mmfmpfhs phaa tooth there is so much of them back there. I guess I did gorge myself during the party, but mfmfs most if it is just Dewly and Carameli. Those mfms, rascals are making mfm, the biggest batch of booty duty, aren't they?” Pinkie asked Buttered, who watched the length gradually spool out of Pinkie's brim, folding and -Swtpthshtsm- smearing into itself as it wound along the bowl, smearing up against the porcelain walls with the hay-bundle thick globules. “Fmfmwm, it is an amount to be proud of.” 
	“You said itmfs~.” Pinkie cooed and huffed. She wiggled her rear into Buttered's grasp as her mud chute disgorged -Shptpshts- another clamped off mound which -Smpwpths- toppled into the droves below, before starting another sludgy bale of raw umber. The manure kept creeping out of Pinkie's rear, little bubbles forming under the heat of the fumes vacating the interspace between mud and rump, popping bubbles of liquid grime as the length wormed their way outwards. -Shthhtshts- Chubby mounds slumping over into the pile in the broad bowl, crowning each other in stacks of oozing marzipan. As the dump went on, the bales moulded into one another, heavy chunks of waste -Shhpwhths- carving out gouges in the tangles below, the crevices buckling and the texture oozing together as bales moulded and melted into one another, the heaps -Shwhpths- shuffling outwards along the bottom of the porcelain bowl with the increasing amuont of booty butter piling on above. In the corner Nessy could feel the muck slope and bog her down all the more, pressing the water out of the way so there was only layers upon layers of steaming manure wrapping around her, the pressure compacting her into the humid nougat and brushing into her coat, faint pants wisping out of her muzzle, drowned in the crackling bulwark smushing into itself and venting exhaust hissing in tail fluttering streams. 
	-Chrh-chthsgtt- Buttered heard the pucker struggling, chugging and clamping around droves winding out of the rim, peeking over the cheek he watched as her rim contorted over riding lines plastered into the bales of rich fudge, coming along in symmetrical patterns, some warping out the sides while a long line of the ridges peeked out at the tip of the bale. As he kept staring he watched her brim contract, grinding back and forth as she reeled the heap back into her clutches, only to let it slope free again, her brim polishing the ridges until they shone like pale parchment. Buttered swallowed. He saw the outlining ridges making up a pattern, ribs along the sides and vertebrae up top, hoof bones and scapulars smeared into the clutches of the manure, pressed in into its surface like hot wax and left adorned in the fat batch of filth creeping out of her brim. He watched and followed the line of bones to the intact embedded skeleton, ridges sprouting atop of the manure and forming crevices sprawling around their protruding calcium, a second layer of cracks to the broader fractures underneath. Buttered wiped his brow, feeling himself strewing in the stench of the raw booty flank fudge, everything having a sickly sweet tang of pepper to it however much he fanned. -Chhrrrlwpsths- He watched the pucker swell, bloating upwards and -chrhrllrsths- peeling back over a cranium, partially submerged into the clunky pudding. Eye sockes only peeked above the surface to putty, just as the brim smooched off of it to leave a little hickey of a skid mark from the mauve brim. 
	“Phew, tha ta total stink bomb these pals ended up as. Wonder how much of it is them wanting to be a mdm, bunch of smelly bonbons, and how much it is my flank just being a naughty joker?” Pinkie wondered and sighed as a warm volley -Spprhrhwptbrhthhss- of guttural gales puttered out of her brim, chunking scoops of clay out over the manure lengths as the skeletal bale curled to rest on the stack. Soon it was followed by another skeletally adorned bulk warping through her pucker to join in on the action. Pinkie squeaking each time her brim widened over a rib. 
	“Mmfm mwmafm, mpaha, I like to think we all helped out and had a hoof in this big, happy mess,” she stated with confidence and hoisted her rear up to feel a length dangling under her –Sppwhths- -BDhwhdpwpths- dropping off and clapping onto the pile with the smack of wet dough on the counter top -Shhpttwwwhhubpt-. 
	“I-I don't know, your f-flank always seems to be able to, produce something smelly.” Buttered said with his eyes glued to the rear. 
	“Awww thanks a bunch, both me and my flank appreciate it and are equally proud.” -PPFhrhrrrrth- the rear rustled at the sputter of damp exhaust pluming free around the waterfall of sludge. The pile stacked all the higher with each length of muck spooling free from Pinkie's depths. The loaves plastering into one another, and reaching tall enough for Pinkie not to squat any more, the manure sloughing along to expand out to the brims of the squat bowl, sliding under Pinkie's abdomen which over time deflated as the bile flushed along through her bowels. The bones of the friendly meals disappeared under coils of hot fudge, entombed in the mountain of batter chugging out through Pinkie's gutter express. 
	“Mmfaa phaa, goolly, have you ever seen so much fresh caramel?” Pinkie asked and gave her tush a little smack, “you are such a generousness, booty. I know Dewly is enjoying his time as my freshly baked mud as muuch as I had a blast baking him.” She cooed as her stomach churned smooth, her plump bottom swaying wide along the hurled out umber congestion. 
	“Mmf, but it feels like the cuties are gonna end upfmms, clogging the drain either way. Sorry Buttered, but it is for Dewly's birthday.” 
	“Mmf, I ass-u.. Aa. assure you it is f-fine,” Buttered stammered out, looking at the warped hill of sludge coils, blobs of the compacted filth dragging along the sides of the mountain into dunes of molten chocolate, smearing a path of filth that smoothed out the outlines of the cracks and contours of grime, only to melt and drown the pile in its liquid self, giving only a hint of the crinkles and pathways beneath it; a sheet of dusky plastic. The heap was so big it was sweating the droves, all which crawled along at the pace of obese slick, glistening nougat. 


-Sppshrhhts- -Sbrhrstush- Flatulence of gunk flushed through Pinkie's brim, heaving out the sluggish dunes of manure with it, hastening the filth spooling free only near half in its aftermath, her brim swelling, breathing in around the bulk that –Cshtss- it slathered on its leisurely pace downwards. The auburn mortar slowing down, getting porous and sinking together as it sloughed onto the stack. 
	“MMFms, aaah, I love a good party, fmmfs, but I also like when they end, because that mm…fmsm,” Pinkie huffed, and her pucker pinched, hugging back the mound. -Spbrbrrrofofofpth- To then erupt into a burst of steam chucking out the globule of congealed pony fudge on top of the pile, crowning it with a sloppy blob which smeared downwards along the stack like a dollop of syrup, “Because it means you can start the planning of the next great party.” Pinkie cheered with the spaces of breath she could muster between pants, hopping up and tapping her hooves on the ground. Her antics brought Buttered off balance and teetered on the edge of the filled toilet. 
	“I wanna see I wanna see, ehuaaaaow. Wow that is a gigantic pile,” Pinkie declared as she saw the heap at its peak reaching above her abdomen, and this was with the toilet going down past under the floor. She sauntered around the heap and watched the droves slobber along, bubbles forming and popping and crevices parting to show a glimpse of darkness or the odd chunk of bone nestled within. 
	“Wow, isn't it great?” she asked, to which Buttered managed to smile. 
	“It is, it’s ce-certainly.” 
	“Wait... it is fudgetastic~,” Pinkie declared, with a jump and a cheer, as the heap -Shwpwths- crumbled somewhere and sloughed forward. 
	“Mfmwmrrmr.” A moan came from below. Pinkie peeking down to see Nessy's muzzle jutting out of the stack, drops of chocolate slopping down over her face, the maw of the dump gradually closing around her. 
	“Hey down there Nessy, enjoying the birthday pony?” she asked and stood up, hoisted up her shaft, letting out a warm sigh as a beam of amber sprouted out of her cock, the stream glistening and sparkling in the sparse lighting from above, and singed into the pile to dig out a little gorge in the soft expanse of muck. Browned hues seeped down along the intricate pattern of trenches and cracks along the heap, the smokey liquids excavating to smoothen over paths and forging new ones as it slithered along towards the bottom. 
	“Mmfnff. Y-yeah tmms, it is s-so comfy down here,” Nessy admitted, shuddering as she started to feel a drizzle of the amber slither down over her muzzle, clearing off veins of muck. 
	“Yup, sure looks it down there, pfmms phaa, and it was so comfy dropping it all off too~ They look so much bigger as a huge dump, don't you think? Mm, but it is about time to dig you up, otherwise we'll have to flush you down as well~” Pinkie snickered with a snort. 
	“Mmfw? T-they certainly a-are h-hevay I. Mfm, b-but I don't wanna leave… can't I stay a little longer?” Nessy pleaded and wiggled her snoot. 
	Buttered buffet came up beside Pinkie, peering down at her shaft expelling streams of pungent nectar, making a gesture out of pinching his muzzle. “It is getting rather stinky in here, While I don't, really mind I…” 
	“Mbut…” Nessy mumbled and sighed. “Mm, fine, I will come out.” She said begrudgingly -Shhcrllpsthss- She wedged a hoof free from the muck, slapping it onto the floor and dragging herself up -Chtptpshts- the surrounding heap moulded out to a crater of putty as the mud stained mare crawled her way out of the mouth that matched her outlines with a languish slough, their motions bending it up and the pressure from above shoving it roughly back down to give the animated guise of a mouth slurping down a snack. -Spththpsths- Nessy tucked out her flank last out of the tip, a chasm left behind that bent down to a 'U' shape in her wake. -Swthtpsths- The air gap collapsed and wobbled the heap down a good head in height; sinking as a souffle left on a windowsill. 
	“Smm don't worry Nessy, I am sure I'll need your help sometime again.” Pinkie said with a wide beam, as she let the last of her stream ease out. 
	“I-I'd be ha-happy to,” Nessy mumbled, caked and plastered with chunks of manure all across her coat. 


~ 3 ~


After getting Nessy into the shower, Buttered positioned himself at the end of the bathroom, behind the piles. “Lets, give a go then,” he said, and pulled down the lever. -Chhrsh- Chohhshfhfs- A few struggling squelches… then-… -Shsjtstosh- it began to move. The rushing water worked down the glued dung caked over the edge of the bowl, and the heap sunk backwards toward the gaping drains. 
	Pinkie gasped in joy. “Wow, it actually works,” And waved happily to the heap of booty fudge and buried skeletons, “Have a safe trip down the sewers, keep being sweet Carameli, and a happy birthday to you Dewly,” She called out as the pile was gobbled up by the drain, swallowed out of sight with a grumble of constipated pipes -Hhfrllrlsfphstshh-. 
	“Wow,” came from Nessy behind the shower curtain, “it really flushed.” 
	“It-it really did,” Buttered agreed. 
	“So now I know where to come whenever I have a huge batch of dough to unload,” Pinkie cheered and wrapped her hooves around Buttered. 
	“Aa-h y-yes, o-of course, f-feel free to come by a-and use it whenever,” he teetered at the edge of composure, his back legs quivering with the built up pressure… -hchshs- and then he slumped back, out of her embrace, back onto his rump… knees can only sustain so much after all. 
	Pinkie chuckled and brushed over his mane. “Actually, while you are down there, I could use a little help clearing up my booty.” She said and shifted around, jiggling her cheeks in his face. “Mind helping me out with that, bestest Buttered?” 
	Butted only smiled and nodded, as he parted the cheeks before him. 


Pinkie's cheeks were laden with musk, scraps of chocolate, and condensed flatulence. The stallion didn't fear, wedging his muzzle into the crack of the buns and letting his tongue lull out, plastering up to her cheeks and -Shhrrrlsp- lapping up the built up salt and sweat in the crevices and folds of skin in the pucker, down the far reaches of her rear where no filth had reached, only the pure saltine sensation of perspiration. He brushed his cheeks around the rump, feeling the cheeks clamp down around him as he let his tongue wander to find where the mess was, and start to swab it up. He shuddered each time Pinkie did, feeling joy in hearing her warm coo’s as his moist mat -Chhrrlrllrpst- lapped along a sensitive spot. 
	-Psphrhrbroooroth- a gust of fresh, roasted mutton-caps petered out of the brim, basking Buttered in the raw fumes that festered in his coat, he still smelled Dewly in it, that hearty stodgy scent. 
	“Mfowowpsies, didn't mean to do that, your licks are just so fun my little rump can't help but let one out,” -Spphrhrht-, “or two.” Pinkie cooed from above. 
	“T-that is fine, it is just a little stinky butt, we know that.” 
	“It sure is~.” Pinkie sad with her chest buffed out. 
	Buttered dug deeper, his lips meeting with the pucker, lapping up the air of the looming fart, slurping up stains and swabbing sticky patches sleek with his saliva. Some chunks got smushed up onto his muzzle as he nuzzled in the cleft, but he let it stay there, like he was a good little patch of toilet paper, as long as her rear was clean by the end. -Chshrlrps- long strokes of drool painted along the crack, smearing a sheet of scintillant gleam onto her rump. Buttered took in breaths of the petrichor air that submerged him, the rank heat eliminating form her brim, which now and again huffed out a -Shhfft- puff of smog onto his muzzle. When he was in as deep as he could, he felt the cheeks encase him, clutching all around him, and… tugging. He thought of Nessy, who spent so long tucked up in here, wondering if this is how she felt or, if the inside of the pucker was another feeling entirely. The brief glimpses he got of the intestines christened him with a huff of dense moisture, soaking back his mane and rousing his fantasy. It made him lick and swab her with all the more fervor, shoving himself just a little bit tighter, deeper, every time… into that inviting gape, and the miasma of vitriol atmosphere it promised… 
	-Pwwpphwpot- The cheeks bloomed open, and Buttered egressed form the gorge, having swabbed up the grime to clutter up his face, and his tongue reeking so it steamed as he panted. 
	“Aaaaww, that feels so much better, thanks Buttered, paper just doesn't compare when you have such a friendly tongue to give you a once over, don't you agree?” 
	“Mmf, y-yes, it c-certainly does.” Buttered said, huffing softly, lost in the atmosphere of that broad bum. But which faded from view as pinkie turned around, and helped him back up on his hooves. 
	At that point Nessy peeked out of the shower, and then slowly closed the drapes around her once more. 


~ 4 ~



“Thanks so much for all the help, Nessy. I'll come by later to talk plans with you, okay?” 
	“S-Sure thing, Pinkie. I will be in the garden, you'll bring some fertilizer, right?” 
	“I always do~. You can count on me.” Pinkie waved to the cleaned, poofy maned Nessy scuttling off in the morning light. Then she turned to Buttered, and held her gaze on him for a moment, then leaned in for a hug. “And an even bigger thank you to you, Buttered. My belly needed all the tender care it could get yesterday, and I don't think anypony else could have provided.” 
	Buttered’s flushed expression burst, unable to parse everything for a few moments. “I… I am sure there, a-are but, I know there are, but you know I am always happy to help.” 
	“Mmhmm~.” Pinkie said and leaned out of the hug. “That is what makes you special, and I am always happy to have a great a friend as you to hang out with. Ooooh hey, we should totally hang out later today, how about it?~” 
	Buttered bit his lip, looked back into the house. He coughed. “I ah… I w-would love to, Pinkie, bu-but maybe not today I, have t clean up and… air out and… s-such.” 
	“Don’t cha worry your mane about that. Every friend needs their space,” Pinkie said and smiled, “But I'd be remiss if I didn't hang out with my favourite belly rubber more.” She added, then leaned in and… -Smmsph- planted a little peck on Buttered's cheek. “Sometime soon, okay. Have a great day now, Buttered. See you around.” She called out as she began hopping away. 
	Buttered's embarrassment melted away into a beam. “We will meet up sometime this week then, I promise. Have a great day, Pinkie,” he called back after her. 
	“You bet’cha, I will,” Pinkie hollered back, as she set out on a new day, a new adventure… -Hghrbrhshgs- and new friends awaiting her.