Title:           Sweetie Poo
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Monday 31st of December 2012 07:10:58 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 31st of December 2012 07:10:58 AM CDT

>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