"I feel like I've got a ton of led in there and I need to drop it now!" Scootaloo squirms in place, eyes widening with desperation.
This same affliction seems to soon spread to her two friends, who seem equally uncomfortable.
pfffrt
All eyes key to the source of the sound; Apple Bloom.
She merely swishes the smell away with her tail and blushes.
"Sorry! Good thing it was jus' gas, right?"
"It won't be if we have to wait much longer!"
"M-maybe if we hurry we could use the one at Sweet Apple Acres!" Sweetie suggests, now dancing on the spot to contain her desperation.
"Naw, there's no way we could get there in time, and besides, there's only one toilet and three of us!"
"Oh, forget this! We're gonna have to do this the old fashioned way!"
Before explaining herself Scootaloo hurries down the ladder, letting out a little string of accidental toots as she does so.
The two other girls follow behind her, and you hurry along to make sure they're not going to do anything dangerous.
They're looking around for a place to deposit, each sequentially letting out hot, sultry farts that sound riskier and riskier.
"Th-That bush over there! It's perfect!"
"What if somepony sees us?"
Scootaloo realizes you're standing right behind them.
"Peppermint will keep watch, right?"
You're not entirely sure what you can say other than yes. You wouldn't want some pervert stumbling across them shitting in the middle of the woods. Who knows the kind of shit ponies get off to? (Literally)
They all make a dash for the shrubbery, you follow behind them as they stand in a circle, butts facing inwards.
"Okay. Let's just make sure there's nopony around before we start." Apple Bloom suggests.
"Too late." Scootaloo responds, already dropping a few soft turds onto the grass below her.
Once she starts, her friends are encouraged to join her; first Apple Bloom's shrivelled little pucker spreads as wide as it can and passes a surprisingly thick log of feces.
Sweetie joins in soon after, though her waste releases in little watery spurts. She curls over as the spurts become a longer stream.
The fillies gasp and sigh exasperatedly, the air high with both the sound of fresh scat sliding along the surface of their sphincters and the smell of their combined dung.
Good Celestia, it is not a pleasant smell.
As ripe as manure comes; a smell so sour and disagreeing you have to cover your muzzle with your hoof.
You give a glance over your shoulder to check there's nopony around, though really you don't expect there ever would be this far out into the orchard.
"It just... ugh.... keeps .... mmmhff... coming!"
"Ah think I g-got the last of it!" Apple Bloom announces, finishing off her bundle with a big thick coil.
You notice that Scootaloo's onslaught of mud seems to stop coming too, though Sweetie Belle is seemingly not running out any time soon.
Her friends seem to notice this, too; turning to admire the still-constant stream of splattering peanut-brown excrement piling on to the growing mound behind her that spreads out across the ground.
"Hey! Look at Sweetie Belle go!"
"How can one filly be full of that much poop!?"
They're... cheering her on? This feels a little inappropriate to say the least.
As if that's not questionable enough, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom sidle up behind her, one on each side, and each spread one of her small filly cheeks out away from her asshole.
This seems to increase the pressure of the shit jet pouring out of her. She trembles.
"It... won't stop!"
“Eww! This is like the time Rainbow Dash had the runs while we were camping and used my tail as toilet paper!”
"C'mon! Keep up like this and your poop pile will reach the clubhouse!"
They don't seem phased one bit by the little speckles of brown that splatter onto their faces this close to the splash zone.
The smell so close must be absolutely abhorrent, but neither filly seems to mind.
Is this just how ponies are in small towns? Is this what rural life does to them?
The stream dies down to a trickle, but surprisingly starts right back up again, fuelled by a wet slobbering fart that blasts Apple Bloom and Scootaloo with a mist of shit.
"Eww! Hey, Sweetie Belle! You blew poop all over us!"
"This'll take forever to get outta my coat!"
"S-Sorry, girls!"
This is what it takes to make them disgusted? These fillies are insane.
Finally, at great length, Sweetie Belle seems to have spent her supply of runny half-solid matter.
She collapses forwards.
"Holy moly, Sweetie Belle! That's gotta be at least five pounds of the stuff!"
"I feel so much better!" The unicorn filly sighs into the grass around her mouth.
"Hm. What do we do with this stuff now?" Scootaloo inspects the pile of three-filly shit that's so big it could be seen from the sky.
"Oh, I got an idea." Apple Bloom responds. You really don't like that malicious tone in her voice.
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