Title:           Pony Steak Sauce 3 (Clop)
Author:          H-nen
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/BxnNrGna
First Edit:      Wednesday 26th of June 2013 07:11:17 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 26th of June 2013 07:11:17 AM CDT

>Day follow up with character introduction in Equestria.
>You are Anonymous, the one that eats pony shit because it taste like steak.
>Rarity was going to take care of the Cake’s kids today with Pinkie, but you owed her a favor.
>She decided it would be better to pass it on to you since you did so well with the CMC.
>You wouldn’t say it was -that- good of a job, you just let them do what they wanted. Of course that meant them shitting themselves into a coma, but it was what they wanted.
>As you walk up to the doors of Sugarcube Corner you can the subtle cries of children inside the building.
>Before you have time to knock, Pinkie opens the door for you.
>”Anon! Come in quick! The babies are still crying and I’m running out of flour!” cries Pinkie.
“What does flour have to with- WAA!”
>Pinkie rips you out from the entrance, and drags you to the second floor. Her speed makes you dizzy, but you understand that she took you to her room.
>You’re sitting in front of a small nursery gate with the kids crying inside.
>”I keep popping these open, but they just won’t stop!” Pinkie says while bumping a flour bag on her head.
”Wait stop, what’s going on?”
>”They started about twenty minutes ago! And they haven’t stopped!”
“Maybe they’re hungry?”
>”Ugh! I tried that, but they won’t eat! Tell me what’s happening!”
“Did you re-... OH GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!”
>”It just came up when the babies started crying. I think they just don’t like the smell.”
“Pinkie... did you remember to change their diaper?”
>”... Oh yeah! Why didn’t I think of that!”
>You begin to your obscure your vision with your palm.
>Twenty minutes of festering in your own poop while Pinkie dumps flour on her head, that’s enough to make -you- cry!
>Might as well clean them up.
“Say Pinks? Where’s the changing station?”
>”There’s one in the cakes room, by the dresser. It’s got everything you need.”
 
>Did Pinks pretend not to know why they were crying so you would change them?
>No... that would mean that she left them in their shit intentionally. She wouldn’t do something like that on purpose, right?
>As you enter the room, you find the little station, for diapers next to the bed.
>Well Pumpkin, looks like you’re up first.
>After placing her on the small table, you begin work on the diaper, taking off the straps first.
>You can see that her crying has slowed down, she seem to know that sweet release is coming.
>As you take off the front flap of the diaper the scent hits you....
>It’s strong enough to burn your eyebrows off, you’re sure you even felt a blood vessel pop.
>Now you see why Pinkie told you to do it. But now that you’re here...
>Slowly you take of the loaded diaper off the now silent baby. You pull it to you face with a savory slow motion.
>You stick your tongue out to accept the pasty brown substance into your mouth.
>It creep ever so slightly to your eager maw, waiting to taste the sweet flavor o- ”’Nonny! I need your help!”
>W-wha? N-no! You gotta taste it just once! It’s ri- “‘Nonny! I need help, the cupcakes are starting to burn!”
>GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT.
>Now you’ve got to move, and going downstairs with shit all over your face will only make her suspicious. And Pinkie is probably the last person you want knowing of your habits.
>You walk down from the steps with a bitter mood.
>Pinkie meets you at the kitchen with her front legs full of bakery items.
>”Hey ‘Nonny, could you get the cupcakes out of the oven? I’d do it, but my hooves are kind of full.” she says with sheepish grin.
>You don’t even dignify her with an answer, you just take the stuff out while Pinkie gets rid of the things in her legs.
 
>”Thanks ‘Nonny, I owe you one!” said Pink.
“It’s fine, but could you please clean up the flour from upstairs?”
>”Oki Doki ‘Nonny!”
>You walk up the stairs with Pinkie hopping behind you. Once you go past her room, she hops inside and you go back to changing the babies.
>Okay, you’re back where you need to be. Now you need to change Pound Cake’s diaper, so you can shut him up.
>You put him next to his sister and start undoing his diaper. His shit is by far the -worst- smelling of any babies you’ve ever been around. You’re tempted to throw up, but you know it would dilute the flavor of your next meal.
>Now you have both of them lined up, all you have to do is pick.
>Hmm... might wanna do Pumpkin's first and let the other one air out.
>Now, where were we?
>You lift the loaded diaper up to your face, it get closer a- “Uh... ‘Nonny?”
“Not now, Pinkie!”
>You slowly lift th- “It’ll only be a second!”
>You slowly li- “‘Nonny!”
>You slowly l- “‘Nonny!”
>You slow- “‘Nonny!”
>You- “‘Nonny!”
“FINE, WHAT THE HELL IS IT!?”
>”I accidentally tried to clean the flour up with a mop...”
>Oh sweet god.
>You storm over to her room, and surely enough, there’s a huge pile of dough with Pinkie grinning sheepishly over it.
“Really? I thought you were a baker.”
>”... Must’ve slipped my mind?”
“... Fine, get me a shovel and some flour. And I hope you didn’t use it all.”
>Instead of talking back, she just leaves to get what you need.
>She comes back with the needed items, and despite what happened earlier, you thank her.
>You start lathering the dough and your shovel with copious amounts of flour.
>”Uh, what are you doing?”
“Making sure it won’t stick. Open a window.”
>Pinkie complies and opens one window next to you.
>You take a shovelful and hurl it out the window.
>This repeats tediously until the pile it too small to shovel.
 
>You trade the shovel for a small rag that you found in the bathroom.
>The dough rolls up into tiny pieces that join the rest at the bottom of the window.
>Eventually, it’s all done.
“See Pinkie, flour can be very useful whe-.”
>Wait, where did she go?
>Panic sets in, she can’t be doing what you’re thinking she’s doing.
>After getting up, you begin walking over to the Cake’s room.
>You go over the changing station and see Pinkie... cleaning the babies. The diapers have taken their place at the bottom of the trash bin.
>Pinkie steadily wipes the the bottom of Pound cake before putting a new diaper on him.
“Pinkie... what have you done....”
>You voice is dripping with pure malice from the rage building at Pinkies actions.
>”Cleaning up the kids, duh.”
>Your vision turns red once you see that she’s taking the bag away.
>She passes by you with her bag holding the last opportunity of eating being dragged behind her.
>Once she out of the room you drop to you knees, you feel like you want to cry. Such precious shit, waisted!
>”Oh and ‘Nonny? Could you come into my room for a minute? I need you to do one last thing before you go.” said Pinkie from her room.
>What’s the point, might as well just do it and get it over with.
>You silently sulk your way over to her room.
>Once you get in you see Pinkie with her legs on the floor, stomach on the bed, and her ass high up in the air.
>”I thought maybe you’re a little ‘reward’ for your help.” she says while biting her lip.
>Hell, yes.
>Without a second thought, you get on you knees and level yourself with Pinkie’s asshole.
>Pinkie strains and grunts, and squeezes as she struggles to relieve herself of her shit. You wait patiently, perfection can’t be rushed.
 
>Eventually, she squeezes out a beautiful stream of brown liquid into your mouth. It tastes sweet from all the pastries she eaten.
>Pinkie moans in pleasure as she removes built up pressure from what seems to be a week of holding it in.
>As she pushes out more and more, you get an idea.
>You reach your hand up to her pink slit and take rubbing motions. Pinkie gasps at your touch, but she doesn’t resist.
>After a two minutes of non-stop shitting, the stream of brown turns weaker. Instead of allowing this to happen, you place your other thumb from your free hand and press it against her puckered anus.
>Pinkie is lost in pleasant bliss as you force her anus partially closed to strengthen the stream. Her shit is now has a far more powerful stream.
>Bits of unprocessed candy and cupcakes are now forcefully slapping against your face.
>As the last pieces of shit are forced out, Pinkie orgasms under your touch.
>You take a big gulp of the last bits of shit in your mouth before moving on to lick the rest of your arms.
>”Wow ‘Nonny, your fingers do come in handy!” says Pinkie as she regains her composure.
>You can’t even respond to that, you’re too busy licking the pieces of shit off of you to care.
>After cleaning most of it, you take a sigh of relief, you’re far too full to do anything else now.
>Once you get cleaned up, you wave goodbye to Pinkie and the Cake twins before you leave.
>You must really have a knack for this babysitting stuff, maybe you could take payments in shit?