> Rarity Takes A Poop
>  by KnightysMother
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> The Chapter
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You Have Been Warned.


The elegant, classy, and charming Ms. Rarity was busy sewing extremely fine silk fabrics for a light purple dress. The quick threading ability of her automatic sewing machine aided her efforts greatly. The old dusty white appliance moved the needle in and out of the fabric with great accuracy and consistency. Rarity used her hooves to guide the disconnected sheets ever so delicately though the machines apparatus, allowing the pair to be connected by a single thread. This sewing machine was one of many owned by Rarity, however this was her favorite. It clamped atop the wooden table in the middle left side of the main room in witch her entire house encircled. 

The particular dress she was currently crafting joined the vast array Rarity had dished out over all her years. This one though, was different. This soon-to-be magnificent masterpiece of fabric and accessories was intended for the most prestigious and astonishingly beautiful of all princesses. Through space and time, though imagination and reality, this princess was certainly the highest respected and most impressive of any pony to have ever lived in Equestria. The one and only, Princess Luna.

Rarity could not make a mistake, not a single thread could be out of place. Or else her entire career would be tarnished as she quickly became the pony who ruined Princess Luna's dress. She would go down in filly's books as the mare who could not sew. Rhymes about her terrible craftsmanship and techniques. Ponies around the world would mock her for such an atrocity.

It would be The.... Worst..... POSSIBLE.... THING!

But! she would not fail. Years of experience guided her skilled hooves though calculated movements more precise than NASA engineering. It was like any other dress. She told herself. Nothing to be worried about. Except that this was THE MOST IMPORTANT DRESS IN EQUESTRIA! Rarity began hyperventilating with anxiety. Her breathing intensified as sweat began to drip down her forehead with the uttermost lethargy. Her heart pounded out of her chest. 
She needed to take control of herself or risk ruining the dress. Rarity every so gently turned the machine off using her unused hoof, then released herself from the tense position and stepped back a few feet. The marshmallowy white unicorn fell to her side with queasiness and relaxed until her breathing pattern slowed to that which resembled a normal, sane pony.

Rarities eyes opened. She was finally calm, the room no longer spun around her and all the perspiration from her body had dried. The unicorn sluggishly rose from her slumber with great soreness until she had finally returned to a standing pose. Once she had reassessed her situation and the events leading up to this moment, she noticed a feeling, something deep inside her trying to escape. A feeling of slight sickness overtook her already weak body.

Rarity needed to poop.

Rarity really had to poop, this was the most urgent bowel movement call she had ever experienced in her life. Nature was calling with anger and vengeance inside of Rarity's intestines. Without wasting any time rarity took off. She had forgot the stress of the previous issue, right now, she had to poop.

Rarity shuffled her hooves in the mindless gallop that every pony learned at a very young age, but right now, Rarity felt she needed to practice more as the speed of her gallop failed her and the urge to excrete her load of unneeded matter grew into an almost painful plea from her colon. She was once again hyperventilating, but this time the source was the unbearable need to relieve herself.

The door was so close! but so far away! Full gallop sprinted Rarity towards the peach colored wooden door, behind it, the porcelain throne of her dreams. Rarity's eyes watered as the urge to defecate overwhelmed her resolve to maintain her standards of behavior, she wasn't going to make it! This classy and pristine unicorn of higher taste was about to poop herself. 

Then, she felt it. The door, her hoof had reached the handle without her ever consciously performing the action, the same was true of the actions to fallow. She pushed down on the dark wood lined cold black metal handle. The mare realized her magic could have easily done that for her, but she didn't care at this point.

The door was forced open with furious speed, slamming into the wall behind it, adding to the indent already left there from past events of this magnitude. Once Rarity made eye contact with her target, she nearly squirted the load out of her anus right then, yet she held firm, she was a mare of class dammit! And would rather die than embarrass herself like this, even in the company of nobody.

There it was, the toilet, the most beautiful thing to have ever reflected electromagnetic rays from the sun into her retina. This was it! relief. Not yet though, there was still so much more to overcome before she could be free of this fecal mater disaster.

Using her back hooves, Rarity sprung forward to the target. The lid was down but with a quick use of her horn, that obstacle had been overcome. The open toilet bowl now gazed at her with its intoxicating welcome. So close!

As the unicorn turned her rear end towards the open toilet bowl, her head smacked against several shelves displaying various creams and ointments for a certain pony to improve her appearances. The force of her gigantic pony head smacking against the wooden shelves knocked them and their contents down from their elegantly placed positions onto her front hooves. She could not care less however, they could be fixed when this was all over. 

The mare could feel the cool porcelain rim reach out and sooth her inner thighs as she began to lower her rear end onto the welcoming toilet bowl. The amazing rush of achievement flowed though her body as her tender marshmellowy butt cheeks finally and wonderfully landed upon the porcelain throne of glorious victory. A log was now peering out of her stretched anus hole into the world with unmatched enthusiasm.

Rarity could now relieve herself, she had been so ready for this moment ever since the sprint towards this very location began. This was it. The squeeze began, she forced the expanse of her intestinal track to empty their foul contents with vigor. Through the pipes it ran, airtight and barely fitting, the fecal matter witch had been accumulating now raced out of her anus hole. Rarities cheeks spread wide from the force of the never ending log. 

This moment in time had to have been the greatest thing the mare had ever experienced in her life, the bliss was incredible. Rarity sighed the greatest sigh in history as the pent up traffic inside her colon finally received the green light they had been so anxiously waiting for. The stream of fecal matter continued to flow endlessly out of her ever widening anus in to the poor unsuspecting toilet bowl. The brown substance smeared on the sides of her butt hole as it rushed through, building up a layer of brown cream on her anus hole rim.

After several minutes, the Niagara fall of fecal materials finally slowed to a more moderate pace, yet still more and more individual logs begged to join their friends. Rarity could now breath without the pressure, yet the heat building up in her anus was becoming a problem. It burned like somepony had literally forced ghost peppers down her anus until no more could fit. Then they lit her butt hole on fire. Rarity began to cry "Hot! Hot! Hot!" But her cries did no good, the sensation worsened still as more and more creamy anus juice squirted out into the overflowing toilet. The unicorn now held on to the the rim of the toilet in order to keep her balance.

The relief had been overcome with pain as the burning grew with every new load of fecal matter. If not for the fire in her butt, the smell would have disgusted the elegant fashionista, but she was not a fashionista right now. Right now, she was a pony with diarrhea.

On a positive note however, she was no longer stressed about disappointing Princess Luna.