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- >Twilight stirred awake.
- >Her body was going through those familiar motions again.
- >Cocking her head to get all the kinks out, she took note of her surroundings:
- >She was in her bed.
- >That was good.
- >She was also dry, and maybe a bit smelly too.
- >The neural synapses in her mind fired off, and she started to remember the day before.
- >Spike had done her test, and she had passed.
- >That was good, it meant that she was free of the disease that had been going around.
- “Alright Sparkle, think… I passed out on the floor, and I remember being wet.” She said to herself.
- “Spike must've dragged me up the stairs here… He really is my number one assistant.”
- >Spike in turn smiled in his sleep, his subconscious reacting to the compliment.
- >Twilight turned away from the dragon, and towards her mirror.
- >Any notes she had would be on there.
- “Lets see… Wake up, done. Stretch… Done”
- >Twilight flipped a few pages to skip to the end.
- “Do something special for spike… Not done.”
- >She frowned. It was 8:00, but Spike was asleep.
- >Waking him to do something special would be counter-intuitive, so she decided to wait until tomorrow.
- >She never specified whether it was 8:00AM, or 8:00PM.
- >Her bowels rumbled again, reminding her of why she got up. Now was as good a time as any, might as well empty it.
- >She sat on the toilet, muscles releasing their holds on her body.
- >The first thing to exit her was the light stream of urine that had collected in her bladder while she slept.
- >Her bladder wasn't the thing that woke her up though.
- >In fact, she didn't even feel the need to relieve herself. It just came naturally.
- >Her full bowels were the things that demanded to be empty, delay would only cause further discomfort.
- >Some relaxation, with little effort, she was able to coax her plothole open.
- >An uneven ball started to push through, it would be the first to exit the oven that was its home.
- >It was a relaxing dump; the quiet of the night… the breeze from the door…
- >Wait, DOOR?!
- >The alicorn quickly turned her head towards the breeze, eyes wide as she saw the cause. A tiny purple and green dragon had been spying on her.
- > How long had he been there, she didn't know.
- >Both were too startled to make the next move; Twilight from being spied on, and Spike from being caught.
- >Her plothole clenched up, pushing the turd back into her body.
- >That never felt good, the bitter tang of defeat as her bowels were forced to reaccept the mass.
- >She blinked, and Spike scurried away.
- >Digestion protestin', she got up to find him, and maybe figure out why he was doing that.
- >Five minutes later, and she had found him: hidden in the leaves by the balcony.
- “Spike, what in Tartarus were you doing in my bathroom?” She half asked, half demanded.
- >“I- Well- You see-” The dragon tried to say, unsure where to start. “Don’t tell anypony about this okay?”
- “Of course, but if you've been spying on other ponies, or been doing anything illegal…"
- >“No, nothing illegal… It’s just… I really like watching you go poo.” The dragon admitted.
- >Twilight was a little more than confused.
- >She had read that some ponies had some really weird kinks, but poop? Really?
- >That’s just crossing the line, if you have a sick fetish, keep it to yourself!
- >But then she thought of something else, maybe he was doing this because he had nowhere else to go.
- >To get a good view of himself preforming the action was just not possible with pony or baby dragon spines.
- >Unless he found somepony to go with, he would have to resort to watching other ponies in secret, or try to suppress his normal nature.
- >'Huh.' She thought. 'It must be had having something you love being so taboo.'
- >She came to a resolution. If he was just watching, then he wasn't hurting anypony.
- >If she could help her friend, she would.
- >Besides, he had just drank her pee a few hours ago, and by comparison, looking at her poop might be considered less odd.
- >She smiled, and put her best face forward. \
- “Okay Spike, I’m sorry for yelling at you. If you come down, I guess I could let you watch me go.”
- >“R-Really twi?!”
- “Really. Just don’t go around town telling ponies that I let you watch.”
- >“No problem!” The dragon said, jumping down from the branch to the alicorns back.
- >“This is going to be AWESOME!”
- >Back on the ol' throne again, this time Twilight was with Spike standing in front of her, eagerly awaiting the show.
- >At first, the purple mare had a little trouble opening up her hole again.
- >It seemed it did not want to be watched, it’s action was sacred.
- >Yet, the pulsing plothole of Twilight, mind fighting body fighting bowels, only served to elate the watcher, and he watched with ever increasing attention.
- >The crackle of mucus sounded off, and Twilights excretion started up again.
- >The first brown bolus was shy, and it came out halfway before it slowed and stopped.
- >Twilight exhaled, this might be a bit harder than she thought, especially with spike watching her.
- >Nevertheless, she gave another go at it, and pushed harder.
- >The hardened waste slowly made another move out of her rear, and more clumps of feces packed together and moulded together into a log slid out.
- >It was sticking out about 4 inches, when her lungs couldn't take any more, and she exhaled.
- >Her sphincter closed again, pinching off the loaf, which had been hanging out of it, and a soft *plink* was heard as it met the water below.
- >Twilight still had much more to give, and she sucked in another breath, and pushed once more.
- >This time, however, it was much easier now that the hard front had been dealt with.
- >The long smooth brown log slid out again, and met its brother at the bottom of the toilet.
- >There was a small brown smudge against her plothole where the contracting muscle had met feces, and spike helped her clean it off with some toilet paper.
- >And as the two exited the bathroom, the crap swirling around the toilet bowl, Spike remembered something.
- >“So I guess you want me to mark off ‘Do something special for spike’, huh?”
- “Nah.” The alicorn replied.
- “If I did, then that would mean you would only be able to watch as when you did something special.
- This way, you don’t need to do anything to catch a show.
- Now, come on, we have a lot of studying tonight.”
- >Spike couldn't believe it.
- >The mare he loved was actually going to allow him to keep watching her.
- >He smiled and left the room, maybe he wasn’t so weird after all.
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