Grime Polished Gem


Written by Septia.


“Cooooon-gratabulations,” Pinkie shouted as she leapt from under the cafeteria table, startling the gang who were arriving with trays in tow. 
	“Pink, my dear, must you startle us so?” 
	“I like s-surprises, but a, little, warning could be nice,” Fluttershy added, getting a steady grip of her tray, “what is the occasion?” 
	Pinkie swooped up, “It’s only the one-year anniversary of our bestest buds Applejack and Rarity,” she squealed, hugging the two of them from behind, “…Tomorrow.” 
	A faint fluster bloomed between them, fading on Applejack's and lingering on Rarity's pale cheeks, “Why, has it already been a year? Time certainly flies.” 
	“Sure do. Hardly believe its been a yeasince,” Applejack added while the gang got seated. 
	“Grats,” Rainbow Dash said, “You got celebration plans?” 
	-Thhnndkd- Applejack's tray bashed into the table with the weight of a hillock of a half-dozen burritos. 
	Rarity swallowed, “Oh you know, it is quite sudden, only some quality time together, nothing special.” 
	Applejack started working her way through the first bundle, molars sinking through the soft husk to expose the fillings of vegetables and chilli, grease drooling from bites, which Applejack swept up with a handkerchief. “Yup, just gonna be the two of us.” 
	“Well, I'm glad the two of you can get time together,” Twilight said while slowly honing in the tone of her voice to Pinkie, “in private, right?” 
	Pinkie peeked up with her mouth full, giving a thumbs up, followed by a wink. 
	Applejack raised the roll to her lips and chowed down, a crunch of lettuce broke as it folded behind her lips -Hrrllck- -Crkspts-, filling her cheeks between munches and swallows -Ghhoomp-. All under Rarity's leer. When no one was looking, she parted her lips, giving Rarity a look at the lump of carbs, cheese and drool, before, it all dove down the gullet. 
	With one finger she shoved the last chunk past her lips. 
	The mare opposite shuddered, turning her attention on her own food, though stealing glimpses every so often. 
	Applejack stifled a snicker to a huff, ravaging the next burrito. Vines of cheese speckled in tomato, corn, and lettuce tethering to her lips. 
	“You're really putting them away today, huh?” Rainbow noted. 
	“Feeling rather peckish, and ah'll be needing all that… energy, ya'know, fer all the, private time this weekend,” she said with her eyes flicking towards Rarity. 
	Rarity's lips shrunk, “Aha, yes, for all the, nothing much we'll be doing.” 
	“Well, aside from-” 
	“Aha darling,” Rarity interrupted, “let no one dictate your portion size for what s-satisfies you.” Applejack shrugged, “Weren't planning to.” She dug into the stuffed parcel, teeth milling meat and grease into mush. 
	The sound of the macerated lunch wound its way through Rarity's ears, eyes trailing along the etched lump of macerated chyme travelling down the pale throat, past the green ascot. 
	One by one the cafeteria grew desolate, the girls headed off. The food counter closed, but the couple remained. Till it was just them. Rarity seated by Applejack's side, feeding her the last roll.
	She chewed it gently, keeping her mouth open between bites, wheat and corn masticated into paste. 
	“You’ve been thinking ‘bout it already?” Applejack mumbled. 
	“S-somewhat,” Rarity admitted. 
	“Welp, don't you worry. Ah think by this -Glhhoomgnp- point ah think ah got,” Applejack mumbled as she reached down to fiddle with her red delicious belt buckle, flicking it open -Cllrt- -Bbgwhsosmp- for her stomach to decompress into her lap, smacking onto her thighs with the sound of a sack of batter, “plenty stocked up.” 
	Fluster blossomed over Rarity’s cheeks, brushing over the wedge of exposed skin between blue skirt and white shirt, nuzzling in against Applejack's shoulder. 


~ 1 ~


“Here's just a lil bit further,” Applejack said, brushing aside branches in the path. “How're you holding up?” she peered back. Rarity's blush was in full bloom. 
	“You still all uppity in nature?” 
	Rarity shook her head. “Oh, well, certainly less tidier than indoors,” she said as they entered a glade, a beach of grass that curdled away into a river down the forest, splattering droplets into a prism of hues.. “But it certainly is gorgeous.” 
	Applejack smiled and stole a smooch form Rarity's cheek, “Get yerself comfortable now.” 
	“-A-already?” 
	“Time won't be on our side fer long,” Applejack admitted with a pat to her stomach. -Chhhrgrgsllap- A curl of displaced gruel reverberating from her midsection. 
	“R-right, certainly.” 


The carpet of grass tickled down Rarity's back, she could feel individual blades brush and sweep between her shoulder blades. Grains of gravel and lumps of dirt, though there was an instinct to turn away, compared to what they'd prepared for, it really… 
	“This about what you had in mind?” 
	Applejack stepped over her without the hat she could see the braids in her hair. The expanse of pale apricot skin laid bare to her. The tummy, still protruding, -Ghrbbg- though somewhat less than yesterday. 
	“Precisely.” 
	“And, ya sure you still,” Applejack said, crouching down, resting her hand off of Rarity's face, “Ya sure you wanna do this still?” 
	Rarity bit her lip. Applejack hesitated. “Darling, uncouth as it may be, It have always held stage in my dreams. I was, uncertain for a moment, but,” she said and wrapped her arm around Applejack, bringing them close for a kiss, to the trickle of the river seeping through the glade, “If it is from you, I want it.” 
	The country girl chuckled, “I'll be glad to treat ya, happy anniversary” she said, pulling back from Rarity, who was soon met by a pair of buff hindquarters. 
	The posterior’s peachy cheeks cleaved as Applejack got comfortable, Rarity's waist and calves framing her midriff. Deep in the cleft laid the pucker nested, twitching, spreading and pinching in, rugose folds together. She had had seen it several times. Though, only once in this context, this agitated, and this time it was purposeful. 
	-Gbrbrhhggs- -Chhgrrlsth- The rumbles weighed through the bowels, gurgles careening through nooks and crannies, proliferating… The pucker pinched, then bulbed. -Bfrrprpffllrlrprpth- the wrinkles flapped apart in the gale of flatulence, strumming through the air between then into a rippling locomotion, before its character infested the short distance between them. Rarity's lips crumpled. Putrid, damp, rank putrefaction. The miasma expelled through the pit blanketed her in a carpet of decomposition, instantly she was nose down in a derelict pigsty, where the mud still clung to a lingering, lukewarm heat.
	“Pheeua,” Rarity coughed. 
	“Phewo, more where that came from,” Applejack shuddered as she felt her calves clutched. Peering down to see Rarity grip steadied against them. “You alright?” 
	“J-just, a-a bit much at once d-darling, I'll manage.” 
	“Well if ya say so,” she reasoned and flexed, thighs steadied and bum bunching together before spreading in a -Bbrfffroooowwrrpfpth- foghorn of a flutter of fumes welling out of the pit to soar over Rarity's face, her eyes closed as the tart miasma licked through their hair and soaked her complexion, “Mfngrg…” 
	“Pheeo, haaa, should'a mentioned, pardon mfff,” -Fppbbrrthp-, “beans and dairy really do a number on the ol' gal.” -Twwp- Twppw- Applejack huffed out, patting her tummy. 
	The smog infested her nostrils, prickling her olfactory senses in the tainted, rank air. The brine of the must fogging her nose and clinging at the back of her throat… but… there was, something… all those burrito's, resulting in this? Rarity exhaled, waiting… -Bbrpfprrwwwrrlths- The next fusillade was caught head on, nostrils flaring wide at the brunt of the fumes, sweat beading over her forehead at the warm stench of… cheese. Yes… this foul, aromatic character, she knew it from somewhere… Gorgonzola, perhaps? Or… a potent belle bressanne, that waxy character of mold percolating into a marred redolence was more than an odour. It was character; character refined from the pltry cafeteria, refined by her girlfriend into a true feast for the senses, a hind maturing the cheese to one of higher class. -Ghrhrbghsha- The bowels swayed -Fwwxfffwpprprth- an airy whistle caressed Rarity's cheek, prickling her senses with a dash of heat massaging her skin. She inhaled it all, the marred air pricking down her tongue and throat… it was so much more than just mold. Layers of tones and flavours enveloped the smog: wilted lettuce bringing in a rural comfort, she picked out wheat and cornflour in the starchy haze, and bolstering it all was the concentration of beans, distilled into hooch. The deluge still heated her face, coursing humidity through her hair, her sense overwhelmed, but it was merely shocked by the potency, the depths of the profondeur. The scent whisked her away to a pig sty, but she was allured by it, immersed within the soil cultivated truffles.
	-Sqqrllslsg- She opened her eyes, glimpsing a patch of umber budging at the bump of the brim. A crackle of diluting butter rippled through the bowels, the mound wedging the wrinkles wide under its girth -Crrrllsxlrt- -Acrllrseclrkts- -Pfhrrrrrrllvrth- -Chrrlsptsha- a vent of bowel mist hissed out the sides of the oncoming mound, funnelled along the galaxy of fissures dressing the firm surface – pencil-strokes on a bronze sculpture. 
	“Pheew, beg pardon mah hind, this one's… mfmrg, 'll need some corralling.” 
	“T-that is q-quite alright,” Rarity responded in a wheeze. -C-rlrtha- -Cvhrrlsptah- -Kkrrqsshclcsh- The smattering squelches of pulped paper wound from the brim as it distended around the apricot thick bale of brown, crawling out of the flat, tensed pucker. 
	-Sfllrwt- A trickle of bowel lube squeezed forth through a labyrinth of furrows, squeezed on my the flexing brim. The semi-transluscent liquid picking up a haze of hazel on its journey through the damp trenches, and weighed down into droplets that -Clpt- dotted onto Rarity's cleavage. A jolt coursed up Rarity's spine. Her grasp of Applejack's thighs stiffened. 
	“Mpgmphaa, hope you appreciate, the constipation,” Applejack huffed, gritting her teeth. -Bbflrprhhfwppwrllrth- -Cllprstha- a breeze of miasma filtered out the sides of the cheek vent, coursing down the mound, licking along its brim and spreading a portion of its heat onto Rarity. She could feel the pungent present radiating off the breeze bolstering the fragrance of the redolent nectar, embedded in a sprits of cultivated sweetness, a mature golden delicious cider wrapping the complex filth in a veil of sweet zest. 
	“Ther-there really is s-so m-much,” Rarity huffed as the bale crawled onwards, the protruding length arching under its own weight out of Applejack's ass like a sprout to a well. “And it mms, aal, fer you fluff,” Applejack huffed out, arching her head back. A rumble careened through her bowels -Bghrhbghasha- and fizzled into a putter of clapping moisture -Chrprlftpwptta- as the mound was spilling through in a gushing gurgle of the roused hind -Chrlfffrrsprprrpth- and, with the tail of the mound making impact with her mammaries. 
	The tail of the muck settled between her breasts, -Chrrlpsthsha- -Cllrpstha- its surface creaking as it sloughed onto her bare skin. -Chrrlsptsa- The mound winding around her right boob, steamrolling down her skin to the crackle of talc, curling around her tit and forming a soft hook of heat. 
	Rarity's breathing picked up. -Clrlpth- -Clpsththa- Her shuffling chest heaving in her breaths, shifting the coil on her chest, smearing marks against more of her bare skin. The musk was radiating form the bale, sinking warmth through her chest. Warmth… The rest of her chest, laid cold… so cold. It was in the anticipation, she'd neglected that she laid nude out on the grass. 
	“Mnfth. Phaaa, phew, that worked through the clog alright,” Applejack huffed. -Cllsprth- the brim pinching through the mound, the length of the beam clapping round the loop of Rarity's chest, back towards her stomach. 
	“H-aah?” Rarity mouthed as she stared up at the brim, flexing and contracting in a steady rhythm as the hatch congested in colon batter. -Chhrrlspta- -Cllrpthas- -Spffhhhrrlpgsha- The pit gaped and clutched at the start of the slop, -Krlrlltllch- the pressure passed its zenith, the dark umber warping over the pucker and billowing free. -Cllspthtspa- A solid chunk -Clspth-- the fractures on the umber mound broadened in a shift of gradients towards a paler, bright auburn, -slplthh- -clpsthshta- -cllrpth- the length tearing under its own weight and slapping over Rarity's left tit. The solid chunk rolling stowards the gulch of her chest, paler muck gumming it in place. 
	Her eyes readjusted, shifting back towards the sludgefall, -Chlpghthsa- the fat mound of mulch serpentined its way down over Rarity's chest, coiling over her chest and bulldozing its weight onto her to decompress closer to her rear. -Crllprsghhtch- the fudgy texture of the onslaught plastering onto her skin, gluing into her pores. 
	-Cllprthhy- -clrhptsh- Applejack's pucker clamping down to bite through the plain mud, segmenting the fat droves into loaves of manure. Its surface riddled with thicker grooves and trenches in a tessellation between patches of pucker smoothened sludge, building up in mounds over her, muck. Through its surface she could make out marks and embedded corn cernels, all oozing with a raw presence thick enough to dim the air. 



Back in the steam of the raw manure, the greasy swarm of clotted lard was fanning from the piling stack. Mounds of muck melded together under the weight from above, out from the safe pressure of Applejack's bowels the bales bent and melted, forming dunes of rolling mud, grease that sprawled down her torso and collected in slushing heaves above her collarbones. Rarity watched in heaves, shudders visibly rolling through the marshland of manure contouring her torso – a swamp smothering her in lurid warmth. -Clrlpthh- -Cllspth- Applejack's brim pinched off stumps of sludge, dipping down into the stack of gunk tangling Rarity's torso. Her left nipple still sticking out through the surrounding maze of fissures warping out form bales and stacks of sludge. 
	Manure barrelled through the loosened brim, a squeal strumming the air like a submerged violin as the mulch polished the pucker as it went -Chrrlsltpah- -Clslptthths-.
	Slowly, as the heat seeped past her skin, Rarity's grip on Applejack's calves eased. A satisfied shudder escaping her lips “Phrew, hoo… how's it feels gettin' buried in fertilizer?” Applejack panted. 
	The heap of muck shifted and inflated between Rarity's breaths, small dollops of muck winding down the paths of the filth streaking down her side. “It is, a lot more than I-I had imagined, w-what, how wis y-your experience?” 
	“Me? Was mostly taking taking a dump,” Applejack teased, slowly shifting down, the winking brim nearing Rarity's bellybutton… -Cld-dmpthcrrllrt- the bountiful buns piled onto her stomach, with a smear of phlegm tickling her navel in a sizzle. “But there's something real satisfyin' about letting loose a whole batch of booty batter,” Applejack mused, gyrating her cheeks. -Cllrpstah- the squeal muffled under her hams smearing into Rarity's tum. She shifted her cheeks upwards within the hefts of the massaging chub, the plump pudge ploughing through the bales of bile, kneading it back over Rarity's breasts as viscous -Chrlrlprstha- -Brlrlptshc- -Krrffllrpths- smacks and grinds of mud vibrated through the stack, the piling manure bulldozed under the bulk of her girlfriend’s bubble butt, -clrlpsthhthsa- drawn back and forth with filaments of mucilage weaved between their skin. 
	“Gnggs nnmf, mphaa…” Rarity groaned with a flicker in her voice, breathing in between smudging heaves of Applejack's trunk. 
	With a smile Applejack reached back, guiding Rarity's hands upwards. 
	“Hope this's what ya were hopin’ for, fancy fanny,” -Crrllspttnnhhg- Applejack guided Rarity's palms into the mire over her chest. The curling bulwark of mud bending and warping at their touch, forms cratering under her digits and displacing with a peel of polishing rubber -Chflrpstshh- -Crlrfpsrrhts- “Mfn… Oooh, it is, a, it is s-so much…” Rarity mumbled, grappling her chest out of her own accord, covering up the lone spot still out in the ravages of the elements -Clslpthth- smearing a bale of bowel fudge to dress the nipples. “Anmm, heh, how's the smell down there? Hope it’s nothing too harsh.” 
	“O-oooh, it is, foul in all the right ways,” she huffed out and drew in a long breath as she sloughed her hands up to Applejack's rear, groping into the cheeks with palms tasked with coils of muck -Cllsptchht- mushing them out in oblong ribblings of manure between her fingers. “Your fragrance is a petrichor dream of careful cultivation,” she said, shuddering as the cheeks drew backwards over her chest, kneading down mudpile and boobs alike to get close to her face, wedging her nose in the track and feeling the ballast clinging to her cheeks as she drew in the warm fragrance. 
	“Can't say I've had my farts complimented like that, but glad it can bring such a smile to ya face, you could do with takin’ a bit ah’ load off now and then. Feels more like a usual dump to me, but happy to share seeing it brings you such emotion,” she shuffled her cheeks agianst Rarity's face, the buns raffling as a soft -Bbrfllfpth- fizzled out to flush through her hair. “Even if, fms this one was a bit more backed up,” she mused as Rarity panted, 
	“T-thank y-you s, e-ever s-so much f-for doing this with me.”	
	“
Hey, yer not the only one enjoying taking a load off, ffms gotta admit, feels better with such a fancy seat.” 


They savored the moment between each other, each longing caress and knead crafting strokes of the rich, organic sepia oil paint. A chorus of moans and coos becoming each other's canvas. -Cllrpsahtha- Warm, crinkling liens painting their love tactile over their skin, sharing goosebumps between them, as jolts of lust were rousing from one to the other in the wake of the smooth, mud massage. 


“You ready?” Applejack asked. “More than enough for a good facial,” She cooed. Right above laid Applejack's cheeks, ready agape with a ruminating trickle worming through it. From this close she saw the drops of bowel dew across the mound as it emerged, its surface glistening of tar, capturing the light of her lover to brighten their skin. Gradually it crept through the brim -Kllspthstch- -Ftrddlpllshs- and smushed into her cheeks, collapsing into segments as dictated by the  stainglaswindow pattern, then muddled to a paste. Slowly the mound circled down her jaw, gluing with the patch of drying muck, and crawling back upwards, slowly winding down its path in its mission to bulldoze her face under the sheer surplus bulk of sludge. -Cllrprhs- -Clpttbt- -Clspthtsas- It crinkled of leaves under dough, milk in cereal, buffered her senses of the surrounding world in a cloak of plush warmth. -Clslptthah- A length neared her lips… The fragrance here was milder, a soothing lavender tone to the corpulent dredge, the emanating heat and soaking her, reminding her of those exquisite, moldy cheese cultivated and fine aged, the bean ooch matured to a fine whine: it neared her maw, she parted her lips, and the mound -Clstptsha- dipped past her lips, on its way around her face. The harsh, tart grew beyond the potency of the manure's funk, sizzling through her tongue in a briny tang. She shuddered, and swallowed. Delighting more in the bulge venturing down her neck than the flavor burnished on her tongue. Perhaps, she wasn't quite ready yet, for now, she savoured the sensation of her face being immersed in the cloak of dung, marring the potent aroma to her skin, and allowing herself to marinate under her lovers' sewage. 
	Applejack sculpted the mud mask along Rarity's head. -Cllsptthsh- -Clslptsh- Strokes moulding smooth paths paved under her fingers, sticking to them like stretching taffy, tethers of the gunky lube webbing her as she smoothened the mask over her lover's face. 
	“Ain't the finest work, but you’re wear it beautifully.” 
	“Au cont rare, darling dear. It is looks, and feels magnificently. I'm wrapped in a croissant of your love.” 
	Applejack scoffed, licked her lips, and thrummed away more of the patch around Rarity's mouth. “Then ah bettah butter you up nice and hot,” she mused, leaning in to plant her lips to Rarity's. -Clslpthaht- -Krlslptcthh- The mire melding and warping as their faces met, in the tranquil glade, reeking spicy love and chilli constipation. 


~ 2 ~


 The stream rushed over their skin. Applejack brushing palms full of lather down across Rarity's neck as the pale girl let out coos and moans of relief. 
	“Had your fill, sure you want me to clean it all up?” Ah could leave a a spot,” Applejack teased. 
	Rarity hummed, holding close to her chest, “Best to be presentable. I hardly believe our friends will be leaving us to have the whole day to ourselves.” 
	“Heh, what's an occasion if it ain't shared?” she said, pondered. “Hey, you got any idea, why you wanted this?” 
	Rarity brushed in against her, snickering as she nuzzled up to her shoulder. “Perhaps, the brightest gems require the rough, to shine the brightest?” 
	The coupled shared a smile, then an embrace, then a kiss. As the water washed away the guttural stink. Though, the mark they made upon each other, would last.