Harvest Hooty-heiney
Day 2


Written by Septia.


-Grrhaaauuurop- Applejack greeted the orchard with a broiling belch. Her expulsion of humid gullet breath compacted her barrel around its newest occupant. A thin film of chub cloaking their outlines and highlighting the bloated congestion stored below in the mare's guts. 
	“Phhewwwow.” Applejack sighed ands stepped out. -Clll- -Cllthnngwwmg- Her gut swelled, dipping back into its engorged girth to brush over the grass, waves of blubber coursing over her stomach. Blubber swaying, weighed down the ripened fruits of labor. 
	“Mmfr gmmwmg,” came a voice embedded in her abdomen. 
	“Gotta say a mighty thanks to ya. Ah may've been overcompensatin' with ma meals since the celebration, But I really felt like ah could go for a steady breakfast to start the day.” -Grhrhbglgpghs- Her stomach rattled as she sauntered along. “But mark mah words, ah'll have ya mulched up into some prime horse apples.”
	The farm mare let her gaze wander over the orchard: trees fresh from the harvest and many still full of bright, plump fruit. Along the road laid many shoots as well planted and maintained with their new help, who by now had settled sturdy in anticipation for the growing cold ahead. She was not the first one awake, several farm hooves bucking threes and carrying baskets, while many others… -Bbrfflfshptsh- -Cltpghhthstsa- Were unloading fresh fertilizer from the evening's festivities, tiling the ground for new and old trees alike to benefit from the generous farmhooves sustaining the plants.
	“Haa, that's how it's done,” she hummed, as she trotted off towards one of the outhouses. 
	-Kktcnnchg- The door flung open in a blur of sky blue. 
	“Phhgeeeze, that stinks, but I guess the worse the fuel smells the more potent it is, phew. Still not gonna sniff ya though,” Rainbow dash said as she fanned her wings back, dispersing a tail of smog still seeping out of her hind. 
	“Oh hai rainbow.” 
	“Eey AJ, rocking party last night.” 
	“Er yeas hmrhmm,” Applejack coughed a bit with a sly smirk. 
	“Oh, yeah. Thanks for letting me crash,” Rainbow began, then tapped her hooves together, “and for letting me have some of the cider at first batch, I just couldn't wait for today.” 
	Applejack snickered. “Ah had a feeling it be done be like that. Yer welcome. An maybe next year, ya might even help out some at the farm yaself.” 
	“Oouug, aaah, yeah, totally. Oh but hey, I got something to repay you right now, ta-dah,” she said holding up a tankard sized bolt of fine cloth. “This is some super fancy toilet paper doohickey I got from Rarity, apparently you can't get softer than this, unless your scrubbed your heinie with a cloud.” 
	“Oh, really, I dun need any-.” -Ghrbrglpgghs- -Fpfprht- growls followed by a faint whisper of fermented cabbage and blackcurrant fog. “Ehe, but ah'll gladly accept it iffen yer offering,” she said and took the bolt, weighing it in her hoof. “Wowsers, this’s softer than a newborn calf's tush, can't believe ya resisted using any of it fer yourself.” 
	Dash's lip twitched. “Uuh, ah, yeah, precisely, uhm anyway I gotta dash ok bye, I'll,” she said and set off, calling back as she faded into the sky, “I'll come back for more cider later.” 
	Applejack shook her head with a chuckle, and shuffled into the emptied outhouse. 


-PPdtwmmp- The orange hind smothered the seat in a mudslide of plot, Applejack leaning back and cressing over her engorged gut to sooth the latest occupant whilst te growls surged through her intestines. 
	“Alright every pony, think we can fmfnsn handle one last heave, fmmfss, come now, I kfmfs know yer reliable pony folk, wont's cha prove for me that ya'll can eb some real prime manure as well?” she poked her gut, rubbing the bulge of a head of the breakfast farm hoof. “that goes fer you too, ah know i's cramped but give em a good buck would ya?” Applejack said and hoisted her gut, bobbing it in her lap ass she strained. -Frrt- -Vrfft- Thin vents of fumes snuck out into the wooden hole. Her pucker plying forth between her cheeks, undulating around the strain, its twitching slowing as a creaking -flplghghhts- squeamish of a creamy behemoth crept up. -Spfllthhwhthst- The pucker twitching and splaying between heaves, the rugose flesh wedging wide with tethers of slime webbing the walls of the pit, all as the crinkle of a the colon caramel constipation crept closer, plugging up her pucker with a field of raw umber, broken up only by charcoal cracks and marble knobs of marble bone jutting through. 
	“Mmfn sah phooie, you've gon and real bunged up my bum, but Ah believe in ya, just, give it all ya gotmmfms mspgh…” Applejack huffed and gnawed on her lower lips. -Cllpghths- her gut collapsing tauter over her occupant in the throwss of her mire she was plugged with. The cheeks rumbled and her and her pucker -Flslpths- clenched taut enough to sink into the tactile clay budding out her pucker. 
	“Mhynnfnng, gsgs smm… Ghhahaa.” And then with one tremendous feat of strength. -Cggrjtpplgituhcsg- the Clog unlatched. -BBWrrhhrrrmmffffwwwwrpth- And with it unleashed a storm of flatulence. Outside, the deluge steam stirred the outhouse's foundation, rocked with a shackling of planks as the in the underlying bass-tone of gas bellowed. Rattling the seat beneath her as the mists of bowel baked fruit fermentation foamed the air in a crisp pang of butt roast equine in a cider marinade. 
	“Yeeew haaawmfmfs that how it's done, mfoa paha,” Applejack ocoughed out in the yellowed smog lingering in the outsuhosue. 
	-Cllpghtpbghs- The initial congestion of manure clapped down onto the growing heap in the septic tank beneath her -Slfphthghs- moulding the softer mortar of manure around it, partially submerged and partially demolishing the coolingg stacks beneath. -Sflpfhthsts- A clasp and crinkle from the shuffling filth echoed out as the flood of gasses above peeled off molten layer of syrupy sludge from he heap, unveiling the rib cage encircling the bale of filth keeping it steady, along with the cracked scapula and various shards of mare and stallion ivory tucked behind the manubrium. -Chrlrpghthsha- Applejack's pucker took a creaking gasp after the finial bale, projecting the beam of floodings fumes -Cllpthhsp- before the pit was filled up slag once more, rawrawsewage morphing the oto the outlines of the horse's hind, winking over the onslaught of manure before prying open to a full bloom -Chfrlrlphhthsthaha- and the pucker discharged began feeding out the column of packed pony fudge. -Clslpghths-a its surfaced slickend with colonbalm applied by the rubbing furrows and folds of the bowel trip, massaged throught the fissures dressing along the surface of the bale and polished -slflphfhhthsa- one last time by the pony's plush donut peeling off the muddy exterior witt a crinkle of gummed up papier mache -Sfhrcllpgthgphshgahsa-. The pillar extended, its bowel smoothed surface broke apart by broad chunks of ivory, tarnished in hues of amber and burnished beige by the surrounding manure, -Flpthsthhsc- Clavicles and stretches of pelvis bones massaged into shape with the outline of the dung bale, whilst -Flprhths- -Klspfhthsta- femurs, humerus and ribs unearthed in patches around clustered muddy fractures, warping the velvety puckers's brim around the bends and contortion of the skeletal littered heap egressing from the mare's sewage chute. -Flrlpthsh- -Clphthst- the weight tore along the ruptures along the loaf, tearing apart through the seams of gunk till they segmented and fell to the whims of gravity -Clpthghgsa- bllpghthst-. -Sflpshtbbtsh- Globules of the booty batter bale clumped and toppling onto the stack below, submerging the visage of bones under taffy thick bales of steaming muck. 
	“Mfm apfhaa phhooe, there ya go, coulda don with those bones milled up, thse apples need their calcium, though that's on me, as well, and I'll ensure ya'll be munched up into great fmanure, gimmie a Hwhoooo.” She wriggled her hind back to mush against the seat. -Bllglprghhhgs- A feeling the bubbling gruel rippling through her gut before vacating in a tornado of -BBBfhhhhppwrrrrrwptgsh- hooting gasses replying to her shouts, shaking the foundation beneath her as the cascade of fog bellowed out her fluttering brim and clapped unrushed under her bum to make her flank -Clpth-Ctplhc-Ptlhp- clap and applause in honour of the farmhooves' great service. 


-Glpghtsba- -Cllvphrhprhstsh- Within the belly of the beast, Purple Fan laid at the mercy of the growls and whims of the gut. The stomach's otherwise languid sloughs and presses blossoming in their candour to wail on him in kneads that thrust ted them to and fro, clamped together in wringing hugs and mangles by each throb and clench orienting form the undulating bowels below -Cllpghthg- -KKrlspghthhta-. He felt the mulch below contort the surrounfing intestines -Clfphphrhsts- protruding bumps of stray clavicles and patella bones grinding into them amid the churns of the stomach. 
	“Phooey, Purple you hold smdsm up in their okay, feeling how your pals doing? Hope they dun disturb ya too much on their way out, least ya'll have the whom ah whole stomach to yourself after thi, s I recon they've given me enough energy to spare for a workday or two, so we can take it nice and slow,” Applejack said as she rubbed her gut. -Fplrprhhts- -Bbrrwprltsh- The mare airing out thick clouds of exhaust as the tendered to her growling gullet guest. “You've got quite the rump rodeo ahead of ya, a private mnnff, pass through these pipes till ya'll good and fudgey enough fer giving back to the ground. Think Ya'll be make good dung, by how good ya tasted ah'd sure like ta think so. So just ease up in there and, and let digestion take its course, ya'll be I'll take over from here, and let ya bake into a portly, purdy plot pudding.” 
	-Fbhrfphths -Cllfpfhhthecs- A flittering funnels of fumes funneled forth a heaping of molten, congealed clay, curling free form her hind, slimming its girth to the with the girth of a table leg as the hot, beige brown tar divulged in doughy tendrils from her fanny. -Cllpfhthsha- with a playful crackels of the smoother, oily loaves whipping the air slick from bowel humitity. Partially dissolved hoof bones embedded in droves along the spooling manure draining and spiraling in the tank like a thick custard. 
	“Mm dsphaa, and dun think I've forgotten about ya fmsm, that's a smooth ride out my flanks, must've really suited yourselves as food huh? Really got some butter smooth meat n those bones even as a fresh batch a fertilizer, but would ya haf ta be so loud, hardly much privacy when we're shaking up the whole orchard.” -Pfrbrbfhfphts- -Bwrpfflf- rattles through her hind as the fumes bellows around the glistning discharge. Slapping and melding tog here below. -Slpflfhsts- -Bldpprslshhts- -Vhrrlwttwlcshp-. “Ah horsemfmsm horse apples, we've got a lot ta celebrate so be as loud's ya want, long as I see ya back in the field fer some tiling work later,” -she huffed out and strained to unleash a thick -Bbfwprprlffhhshthat- gale of brewing stench, the clouds filtering through the outhouse radiating an air of apples ripened to the core, to the art where the rotten air crystalises into a tart syrup, distilling the emissions to an intoxicating, home fermented cider. 
	-Chhrrflflptths- -Fsssrt- -Fslpfsthhta- Thicker loaves crowded Applejack's cheeks, morphing the pucker to the warped sculpts of condensed fudge -Sclprhhth- -Cslpthhca- The crinkle of crumbling wet terracotta rustling from the animate pucker conforming to the bulk, with Applejack's guts sinking further and further back, deflating to hug around the one occupant still lounging in her belly whilst the nutritious plant porridge plaffed out her hind. 
	“Mfmfm smpghg sphwooo. Haa… these's some real cowpats at the end, sure none of ya were bovine?” Applejack teased as -fllfbhrhr-. -Clpfhpthtah- slick, grand molten dollops of mortar bunged her hind and dropped to envelop the pile below in a sticky caramel of piping hot mudpies. -Dlpshhts- -Clpsfhsthsa- rupturing curls and mulches of the manure popped from her hind as the remaining bone chunks scattered through the soft manure, stray ribs and coccyx bones warping through as she unloaded the glazed and shiny mounds to soak into the crevices and seams of the filth below, gradually cooling to conceal into a pinto grease. -Thhppslts- Till a plug jammed into the flow shut. The suddent halt made the mare shudder. 
	“Mpfhfhs- huh? Whats fsma you were doin' so well, out ya come now, just relax and be the sewage ya tasty butts were made ta beffmsma.” she huffed out -Cslflpshths- drooling of bark brown pulp sat a cranium lodged in ther pucker, the brim wrapping in and out with the clutches of the skull, each stretch it egressed it sunk back up 
	“Mfmfns.” Applejack huffed, her stomach tensed, abdominal steam pressing Purple, and the brim tensing to match the ivory of any speck of clean bone… -Crrrtk- -Ckkrt- -Ckkrpghhtskas- The macerated bone creaked and winched in the pressure of the pucker, -CllTwwrkrkrlrkclsht- til they crumbled under the pincer hold of the brim, sundered step tissue, soaked to soggy by the journey through the bowels, cracked and vaporize into a cloud of tanned, ivory dust. The soot of the crushed skull floating down like confetti over the heap below, a garnish of pearly sugar, whilst the last chocolate gelato billowed free form the pillowy exhaust port. 
	“Phhhheworo uha, tough nut to cracks, fmsma, but that felt like a real sturdy bone, how considerate of ya to break up right away, you could take heed ta this,” she said rubbing her gut whilst aiming her shaft down the dung port. 
	-Slfplsths- The sagging meat swayed as the trickle of satisfaction sough its way through her cock. -Frlrlpsgsshshtha- A beam of molten amber flushed through her tip, the abeam cutting through  air with a briny pungency form of reduced jerky and twice distilled cide. -Dffplsththshtsa- -ccllpsrhshtsh- The host liquid sauntering through the surface layers of manure, carving through the filth and forming new paths of hot rivers along cracks unearthed from under the greasy mud pie layers, washing away strands of yellow and silver fur that lay cluttered in muddied clumps, freed from the mucky prison to forge along the rivers of steaming piss adding a tang of molten brass ot the reeking outhouse. “Phaaa… Whooo nelly that's good.” With the pressure easing in her own personal cider tank, she remembered the cloth bolt, and picked it back up. Grabbing ahold of the bolt she starting to spool out a square. 
	“Fmmwpgms.” 
	She paused, as it mumbled at her. The mare turning over the fabric, and scoffing. “Well what'd we have here?” 
	Imprinted into the fabric was a pair of eyes, peering this way and that, looking back at her and starting to flush, a streak of orange fluff gracing the top of the bolt, giving it the look of a stretched out face. 
	“So yer's supposed to be the comfiest toilet paper in all of equestrian, huh?” she asked embarrassed roll, brushing along its fabric, “feathery smooth, must ha been Pegasus then? Ain't one I recognize, though dun think it matters. But, boy, you know mfms what you've gotten herself into?” she asked, the eyes peering back at her. “I've mfms, just unleashed a healthy heaping of a double serving a pony nougat, Sure they were smooth on the way out, dear, manure's still manure, and it gets real sticky with a fresh batch beef.” she snickered as she watched the eyes quiver, the toiletpaper flushing in her grasp. “Yup, dun think I'd need anything less than the best toilet paper in equestria, all else would just crumble, so think her up to the task. Well, once ah'm done here, we'll find out~.” She teased, the paper rattling in her grasp, peering down out her crotch -Crhrhrrlsls- The trickle of dick stirred bladder cider gradually petered out -Sfrrsh- -Frss- slowing to a mere trickle, as Applejack held the bolt closer, and closer… “Welp, I am't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, even if ya got non to look at, ready for some spelunking,” she invited. 
	The plush paper fabric brushed the length of crotch -Scllcpghts- stroking it against their shaft to swab up so crotch grease, -Slslprghs- getting it dampened and mate with the gummy gunk before it even reached the crack. Slowly, it sunk into the plush blubber of the furrow, delving into the canyon of cheek chub, soaking in deposits of brine until… -Spprlrlthchsha- It delved into the murky dung dew slobbered over Applejack's ponuts, a frosting of murky cement infused with the aroma of snowmobiled apple cider embuing and absorbing into the fabric's fuzz. As the hoof guided it through the mire -Slfplshths- and sweeping it along the plump, twitching pout, slobbering in the remnants of mud-pies. Thick grease trapped in the cleft of heated meat melting over the paper in a film of musk oil. -Pfpfbhrrfppfpftttth- A gust of heated exhaust wound through the brim to bathe the pony paper in smog, condensing the peppery stank of a botched, fruity mushroom stew onto it, the damp smog condensing against Its surface to a liquid fart sweat. 
	“Mmf wfmmfsh, phsoo, gotta admit, that's real feathery soft, Phoo, al, it's like ah've stuffed mah own pillow up my hind, pho, kinda making em feel rather naughty,” Applejack teased with a hint of fluster across her cheeks, muddying up the paper along as she bulldozed it through her chocolate canyon, crumpling and folding the paper to work its way through the clean fabric as she went. 
	-Flspthts- -Dplspthts- The poor pony paper sandwiched into alternating layers of fresh caramel filling. -Slfpfshthta- And then, one final sweep, form bottom to top -Cflfllrrrssshft-. 
	“Phaaa. Hooo boy, You're just what I needed, mighty fine gift, though just wish I'd saved sum of ya fer later.” she chuckled and daubed the clean section along her shaft, soaking up the residue of urine lingering along her flared tip. “Well, thanks fer making an acquaintance with my tush,” she said, and dropped the cloth strap into the septic tank. 
	-Sllfpththclclspah- A plastering clasp of silt rustled through the paper as it gummed into the heap below, a texture macerated by the torrent of urine to a marshland of maturing mare dung imbuing the back of the paper, melding it with the pile, sculpting it thee the knolls and divots of the heap, as all they Coulter former pony could do was stew in the miasma of of mulch, and peer upwards as Applejack rose from the sea light peering in to illuminate their shaft and sack, handing heavy between her thighs and sloping back and forth, ; a pendulum of lust and temptation far out of their reach. And just above that, the winking pucker, clear and sparkling with a glimmer of spit in that sparse luminance, before the flanking cheeks sandwiched the pit, and sealed it behind a proud apple cluster cutie mark. 


~ 1 ~


“Phheeeoow, now that's the way to start a morning off right. Applejack left the bathroom, sotamch considerably sunken back, and a touch of puffed up muffin padding budding out her fair cheeks, -Gllrpgbhsa- her gut now sinka back to the front of her barrel, clinging around the wriggling contours of her breakfast “Phew, dun feel left out, cus we’ve got a whole day ahead of us, to, and best of all, we get ta do head back in there, just the and do this again a the end of the day, just the two of us, ain't that sound nice?” she asked with a push and knead to the side of her gut. -Glpflrgbthgps- -Fpflprrrth- A grumble was percolating through her gut fanned out as a thin streak of musty gutter breath. 
	“Phaehe, ah like yer spirit, but settle down,” she said, lowering herself to the ground and -Sfpftha-  pancaking her gut to the smooth green gas, kneading and stirring up her churns with her wriggling fodder batch -Sflfpsthh- -Bldpsghhgsa-. “Manure brewin', like farmin', ain't a race.” She hummed, and trotted off out into the grand orchard, her grand orchard, cus just like her, the trees got needed attention, care, and got hungry, an and the apple family wasn't needing for either.