- >You are Sweetie Belle.
- >Your little problem hasn't shown itself since you were younger.
- >Back then it was the most embarrassing thing in the world to you.
- >Your sister Rarity was the only pony who knew of it and worked hard to keep it secret.
- >For her reputation's sake mostly.
- >All because of an intestinal disorder found at birth.
- >That is,
- >Every once in a while you used to lose control of your bowels.
- >It would always start with a little twinge in your belly.
- >Most of the time there hadn't been enough time to make it to a restroom.
- >You had lots of memories of relieving yourself in flower pots, alleys, bushes, bags, shoes, and basically anything that was near by.
- >There had been several accidents.
- >Like that one time at the market.
- >You felt so bad for your sister, who had to clean it up.
- >But eventually you overcame it.
- >Then he had arrived.
- >Anonymous.
- >And with his arrival in Ponyville, your problem had come back.
- >And was triggered whenever you saw him.
- >Your crush.
- >You are at the park.
- >It's a warm sunny day as you play with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.
- >Today is the day you will get your cutie marks as-
- >"Cutie Mark Chocolate Milk Makers!" Apple Bloom shouts.
- >You have all set up a stand.
- >A wooden stand with a sign reading 'Chokolat Melk'.
- >Ponies gather around to buy cups of the sweet treats you're making.
- >Scootaloo is having trouble keeping up with all the bits rolling in.
- >"We're gonna need a bigger box soon!"
- >You happily stir another pitcher as Apple Bloom pours another cup.
- >Then-
- >He arrives...
- >Anon strolls into the park and notices your stand.
- Uh oh...
- >Your eyes lock and he smiles at you.
- >Your knees wobble.
- >He begins walking toward you.
- >You feel a twinge in your tummy.
- >"Hey girls! Can I get a cup?"
- >Oh Celestia his eyes are so pretty...
- >You feel the bubbles and rumbling in your bowels.
- >Why now?!
- >"Can yeh pour him a cup Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom asks.
- >It's all about to come out!
- >You grip the half full pitcher with a sweaty hoof.
- >It spills.
- >Great.
- >"Hurry up and make more Sweetie!"
- >That was your last batch...
- >Anon stares at you expectantly.
- >HIS EYES ARE BURNING INTO YOUR SOUL!
- >Okay,
- >It's not that dramatic, but his smile is making your heart flutter.
- >And stomach rumble.
- >You laugh nervously and give him your best smile.
- >Then a cramp in your belly makes you groan.
- >"Are you okay Sweetie?"
- >Oh you love how he says your name...
- Ah hehe he... I'm okay Anon!
- >You sink down below the counter.
- >Scootaloo is distracted with the bit box.
- >Apple Bloom is busy talking to a pony.
- >Anon is waiting for his drink.
- >Your bowels are about to explode.
- >Well...
- >You place the pitcher to your bottom and-
- >Release.
- >Sweet sweet release.
- >You sigh in pleasure and hear straight liquid fill the plastic pitcher.
- >Once your stomach has been emptied, you look down at the pitcher.
- >It actually looks like chocolate milk...
- >But you can't give that to him!
- >"Hey Sweetie that looks good!"
- >To your horror, Anon leans over the counter and takes the pitcher.
- >For some reason your body freezes as he pours himself a cup and slaps some bits onto the counter.
- >He lifts it to his mouth and-
- NOOOOOO!
- >Gulps it down.
- >You stare open mouthed at your crush.
- >Scootaloo and Apple Bloom stare at you.
- >Anon stares at the cup.
- >Your crush
- >Just
- >Drank
- >Your poop...
- >He smacks his lips.
- >"That was..."
- >Tears form in your eyes.
- >"AMAZING!"
- >What?
- >Anon pulls out more bits, "It was really warm but, that was the best chocolate milk I've ever had!"
- >This can't be happening...
- >"Lemme try!" Scootaloo pours a cup.
- >At this point you can't move or stop Anon and both your friends from pouring cups of your excrement.
- >They all cheers eachother and down it.
- >Apple Bloom rubs her belly.
- >Scootaloo's wings buzz.
- >Anon licks a 'chocolate' mustache from his upper lip.
- >"Sweetie Belle, I don't know how you made that, but I gotta have more!"
- I... I dunno...
- >Your belly rumbles again under his gaze.
- >"Pleeease?"
- >His eyes are starting to make you sweat profusely.
- >Spaghetti everywhere.
- >You feel a silent bubble of gas escape.
- O-okay...
- B-but we gotta go back to y-your house!
- >It's happening!
- >You are in Anon's house!
- >Alone with him!
- >In his BEDROOM!
- >It's hard not to spray chocolate rain all over his nice shag rug.
- >He sits on his bed.
- >"Alright Sweetie, so... You need to use my kitchen?"
- >You clutch your stomach.
- Uh, y-yes? Yes!
- >You skitter from the room and into the small kitchen.
- >Something! Anything!
- >Ah ha!
- >There's a bowl.
- >You grab it and run back to check on him.
- >He's sitting on his bed.
- >Maybe some day you'll pin him down on that bed and-
- >No time for that!
- >It feels like a bear is trying to burst from your stomach.
- >You sit on the bowl and-
- Ahhhhhhhh...
- >Your eyes roll up as your load sloshes into the bowl.
- >"Sounds like a lot Sweetie!" Anon shouts from the other room.
- >why.
- >You awkwardly drag the bowl into his room and present it to him.
- >He lifts it and takes a big whiff.
- >"Mmmm, this batch is even warmer!"
- >You feel disgusted with yourself as he brings it to his lips and tips it back down his throat.
- >He drains the last of it and sets the bowl down.
- >You shiver and gulp.
- >"Sweetie Belle..."
- >You almost collapse in fear.
- >He knows!
- Y-y-yes?
- >He leans down close to you.
- >"This is the most delicious thing I have ever had! How do you do it?!"
- >You shift hoof to hoof.
- Well you s-see...
- >"Please do you have more?"
- >He holds his hands up.
- Oh... Okay...
- >He looks desperate.
- >Desperate for you!
- >Just like in your fantasies.
- >It may be for the wrong reasons,
- >But Anon wanted you.
- >Needed you.
- You can't look!
- >He grabs a bandanna from his nightstand and ties it around his eyes.
- A-alright now... Lay down!
- >He obeys.
- >For some reason you begin to feel a wetness in your crotch.
- >Weird it's not from your rear...
- >Ignoring it, you jump onto the bed.
- >You turn and back toward his head.
- O-open wide...
- >He opens his mouth and you line up over him.
- >Your belly gives a loud nervous growl.
- R-ready?
- >With a groan you let it slide out.
- >You don't even know how you can have this much in you!
- >Probably Rarity's soup last night...
- >The liquid mess squirts out onto Anon's tongue.
- >He seems surprised then starts gulping it down.
- >This was a bad idea.
- >You'll never be able to forgive yourself.
- >But-
- >He seems to like it.
- >You grunt and make sure your tail is held out of the way.
- >His hand reaches out and slides on the underside of your rumbling belly.
- >You squeak and jump a little.
- >Your butt makes a little *pop* noise and the flow of liquid bursts out in a more rapid flow.
- >Anon laughs as the 'chocolate milk' splashes all over his face.
- >You moan and your front half sinks to the bed as he absently strokes your belly.
- >You feel your groin is sopping wet now.
- >The stream stops and you groan then roll onto your back.
- >Anon sits up and removes the bandanna.
- >He smiles down at you and licks his lips.
- >"Aw, that's it?"
- >You blush in embarrassment as you watch him clean your excrement from his face.
- >How can it taste good?!
- >"Oh, you have some on you!"
- >Anon pins you down.
- Wha-
- >He lowers his head and his lips press to your belly.
- >You moan and realize you're covered in your own waste.
- >He licks it off of your stomach and begins blowing raspberries.
- >You laugh and your legs flail in the air.
- ANON! HAHAHAH! ST-STOP!
- >The feel of his lips on you makes your stomach begin to rumble again.
- NO! ANON STOP!
- >He begins tickling you, blowing against your stomach and giggling.
- >You laugh and flail, your tail slapping against his chin and eyes watering.
- I'm gonna-!
- >Your belly gurgles.
- >Oh no...
- Anon!
- >You begin to spray.
- >Your rear launches it's last volley of brown mess all over.
- >On Anon's face, on his clothes and on his bed.
- >He moves back in shock.
- >You instantly begin to cry.
- I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!
- >You want to die.
- >You begin to crawl away in horror, staring at the basted human.
- >He wipes some of the mess from his eyes and spits.
- >His eyes go wide in realization.
- >"This... This is the..."
- >You tumble backwards off the bed bleating.
- I... I'M sorry! I know you hate me! I'm so gross! I *hic* I'm sooooory!
- >You beat your head on the ground.
- >You feel his hands wrap around you and lift you up.
- >"Sweetie Belle..."
- >You can't bear to look at him.
- >You hang your ears and look down with tears in your eyes as he holds you up under your front legs.
- >"Sweetie Belle it's alright. Please stop crying..."
- >Your eyes go wide in wonder as he brings you to his warm body and squeezes you tight.
- >You spend a while sobbing into Anon's chest until he kisses your horn and sets you down.
- >"Looks like we need a bath."
- >A bath?
- A b-b-bath?!
- >He's not even mad about the poop?!
- >How could he not be disgusted?!
- >He stands and lifts you again.
- >"I can't send you back to Rarity in this condition!"
- >You squirm in his grip as he walks to the bathroom.
- >He closes the door and sets you down.
- >After he turns on the water he turns around.
- Um, I can wash myself...
- >He slides off his shirt, "I need to get clean too silly!"
- >That evening you bathe with Anon.
- >You use every opportunity to 'accidentally' brush against his groin and even manage to rub yours against his once!
- >It's pretty frustrating that he's oblivious to your advances.
- >But also kind of cute.
- >After the bath he agrees to let you stay the night and even gets an eager Rarity's approval.
- >As you both lay down to sleep, you cuddle as close as you can to him.
- >One day he would see your love for him.
- >*Gurgle*
- >And one day your stomach would be fine around him...
- THE END
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