Title:           A Tale of Flitter's Ass
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 12th of December 2014 01:20:19 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 12th of December 2014 01:20:19 AM CDT

>It's your lucky day
>By incredible chance, in a moment of weakness, your pegasus friend Flitter confessed to you that she's always had a scat fetish
>Her face is burning red as she tells you this, her high-pitched, slurred voice trailing off in embarrassment
>"You must think I'm such a freak now," she mutters, staring at the wall.  "Oh Celestia, why did I have to go and open my big mouth?"
>"Hey, it's not as rare as you might think," you say
>Her pained expression changes to one of disbelief.  "Yeah right."  She laughs.  "Like anypony else would be into that."
>You give her an expectant look, and her jaw drops.  "No… no way!  Are you serious?"
>"Guilty," you say, raising your hands in mock surrender.  "What is it that you like about it?"
>It takes a little more prodding to draw her out of her shell, but finally she explains
>"I like the way it feels when it… comes out," she says, before burying her face in her hooves.  "Sheesh, it's so embarrassing to talk about…"
>"Have you ever thought about doing it with somebody else?" you ask
>"Well y-yeah, all the time, but how would I even do that?  Who would want that?"
>"Well…"
>A few minutes later and you're sitting in the bath tub with Flitter in your lap
>She squirms, her rump brushing against your crotch
>"Are you really sure you wanna do this?" she asks breathily, already panting from arousal.  You can feel her trembling against you.  "I mean, you're gonna get all messy and gross…"
>"That's kind of the point, Flitter."
>Her shuddering grows more violent.  You rub her flanks reassuringly, and she rests her face against your neck, breathing hotly on your skin
>"Okay," she says, after she's calmed herself. "Okay, okay.  I'm.. I'm ready.  Where should I… do it?"
>You lie down and direct her to turn around, so that her ass is just over your chest
>She tucks her hind legs up under your armpits, and your hands slide up under her belly, supporting her
>Her wings flutter, spreading wide, and she lifts her tail
>If her breathing and shaking weren't already indicators enough, her dripping and furiously winking pussy shows off just how turned on she is
>Just above it is her puffy ponut; it contracts tightly when you run your fingertips up the back of her thigh and over her ass
>She swallows loudly enough for you to hear, and her lips part with a wet smack
>"Is it okay?" she asks, trembling again
>"You're doing fine, Flitter," you say.  "Just relax."
>She nods, then closes her eyes as she exhales.  Bowing her head, she gathers herself
>"O-Okay," she squeaks.  "Here I go…"
>You watch as her asshole pulses outward, tentative at first, then a sustained push as she commits to it
>She lets out little whimpering moans, which morph into a yelp of pleasure as her sphincters contract
>Hot shit steams from her asshole like a locomotive, falling in warm clumps on your chest
>The stench of hay and methane fills the tiny bathroom, drowning you in the incredibly heady musk of Flitter's bowels
>With each load she deposits, her moans grow increasingly frantic
>Her little legs tremble violently, to the point that they can no longer support her
>She collapses on top of you, her ass squishing into the pile of accumulated shit
>Your eyes meet hers as she cranes her neck to watch herself defecate, her mouth hanging open, eyes half-lidded, her expression one of absolute ecstasy
>"Oh g-gosh, Anon…!" she sobs, her pussy suddenly spasming, the inner sphinctoral rings of her asshole clenching hard enough to send a squirt of shit into your face
>Hot, fragrant yellow liquid spurts from her cunt, spattering you
>Her marecum mixes with the shit to create an almost clay-like substance, dripping all over your body
>She writhes against you, overwhelmed by the force of her orgasm, her wings beating furiously
>Her asshole pulsates rhythmically, cutting through the last of her feces, before releasing a series of short, sharp farts
>Flitter lies deflated on top of you, her head lolling between your legs, her wings fully extended but drooping onto the ground
>Periodically a shudder of pleasure runs through her, the afterglow of the orgasm still carrying her
>"Oh gosh…" she murmurs.  "Oh my gosh…"  Suddenly she sits up forcefully, grinding her shit into your chest with her ass
>She's beaming as she stares down at you.  "…Anon, that was AWESOME!  I'm still shaking, look!  Look!"
>A shit-covered hoof is leveled to your face for your examination; it is indeed trembling like a leaf
>"Glad you enjoyed it," you say.  "Help me get cleaned off, would you?"
>Together you wash yourselves off, using the shower head and plenty of soap to get every inch of filth removed
>The smell still lingers somewhat, but only faintly
>Afterward you two cuddle on the couch, Flitter happily snuggling into your neck
>Not really a romantic relationship, but you're certainly much closer than you were a couple hours ago
>"Can we do this again sometime?  Pleeease?" she begs.  "I can't wait to tell Cloudchaser."
>"Wait, what?  She knows?"
>"Of course she knows!" Flitter says.  "She teases me about it all the time!"
>Images flash through your mind of Cloudchaser - no, the entirety of Cloudsdale - laughing about your liaison with Flitter
>You sigh
>Hell, you never thought it would be possible for you to find someone that shared your fetish, and yet just a few minutes ago you were covered in Flitter's poop as she moaned in bliss
>Perhaps it wouldn't really be that bad if everyone knew
>You tell Flitter that you'd be happy to do this again, as you pat her mane and rub her belly
>Together you sit on the couch, as the light of the afternoon slowly fades, and you inhale the strangely comforting scent of shit