The Mysterious Miscreants
Dusk had blanketed itself over the corner of Equestria that was Manehattan, and over the concrete slabs of sidewalk opposite her side of town, Porcelain Wave flew closer toward the unknown. With the sun nearly disappeared from the sky, the pegasus gave her wings a couple of good beats to accelerate her forward. No matter how many times she had done it, Porcelain couldn't stand wandering the city at night. After dark could bring out some pretty undesirable creeps.
'Like, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I don't even really know these ponies. Crud, I hope I'm not lost too...' she thought to herself as the area around her grew more unfamiliar by the second.
Her happy-go-lucky demeanor had been waning, before at long last, she saw a familiar looking pony. One of two mares she had met earlier that day. With a little relief washing over her, Porcelain let herself glide toward the yellow pony with the pale, sea-green mane. Arrell, if she remembered correctly. She stood on her hindlegs at the base of a stairwell propped against it's railings, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. She resembled a mare for the most part, save for one glaring feature. The pony in question sported a sheath and what Porcelain thought had to be the biggest set of nuts she'd ever seen on an equine dangling shamelessly from her groin.
"Oh thank Celestia, I thought I'd never find this place. Hey again! Like, Arrell, was it?" Porcelain greeted.
"Sup." Arrell responded casually, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Glad you could make it. Matilda and I thought you might've bailed on us."
"Haha, yeah...Like, I maaaay have gotten a little lost." the pegasus said sheepishly. "I'm not usually hangin' on this side of town, ya know?"
Arrell took another drag. "S'all good. But we should probably head on in. Matilda's been looking forward to anointing a new devotee." The pale yellow pony spat out her cigarette butt on the ground and stomped out the ember. "Oh, and before I forget, make sure that once your inside to address her as Madam Matilda. She tends to take these ceremonies pretty seriously."
Porcelain gulped, feeling the anxiety welling up again. "R-right, of course." she confirmed. The two turned to the doorway and without another word made their way up the dark stairwell of the antiquated building.
As they made their ascent to wherever Arrell was leading her, Porcelain couldn't help but gawk at the pendulous ballsack swinging back and forth in front of her. The strong odor of the mare's musk wafted back and filled her nostrils enticingly, making her head spin with desire.
The journey upward continued and with the pungent musk thickening the air, Porcelain's mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon, recalling the reason she was there in the first place.
Lilac's Literature, a few hours earlier...
Porcelain looked herself over in front of the changing room mirror, checking out her scantily clad rear end. She was sporting what she believed had to be the cutest panty, stockings and garter belt set. The bookstore conveniently doubled as an erotic boutique, making it the one stop shop of the working girls at Absolute Mad Mare Productions. She smiled excitedly at how perfect the ensemble looked wrapped around her form. She cantered in place and gave a twirl, feeling the silky fabric slide tenderly around her ass and up her crack, caressing her mare bits. They were a simple white bikini with a pink lace trim, complete with a bow that stayed hidden under her dock. At least as long as her tail wasn't flagging, which in her case would not be very often.
"Oh mare like, I cannot wait to have a blowout in these." The pegasus said with hushed mirth. "The bulge in 'em is gonna be so friggin' hot!"
Vivid fantasies of her bearing down and loading the adorable garment up with a bucket load of horseapples flashed across her minds eye. The mare had many favorite things, and breaking in a new pair of panties with everything her tight ponut had to offer was one of them. Just from her thoughts alone she could feel those familiar thrills starting to jolt through her body. Deciding it would probably be best to pay for the clothes before soiling them with her excitement, she removed the attire, but not without making a playful little strip tease out of it.
With her soon to be new purchase tucked beneath her legpit Porcelain exited the changing room. On her way to the checkout were several aisles of books and magazines, the primary goods of the store. Ever the curious pony, Porcelain slowly made her way up and down the walkways, occasionally stopping to flip through one of the many provocative reads. It wasn't until the last row did she happen upon her favorite shelves; the fetish genres. Specifically the bathroom kinks. Not only was that where her own magazine was regularly featured, but several other up and coming kinky periodicals as well. It warmed her heart, and her marehood to see so many new titles popping up in the same vein as Toilet Mares.
"Nah, 'Tilda. Eerie's hotter. Look at how she goes to town on that Kirin's asshole every issue."
"Peach is far lovelier, dear, and you cannot deny her ravenous lust for a mare's excrement."
Porcelain's ears perked up overhearing her friends names, and looked over to see a couple of mares giving an analysis of the latest Toilet Mares issue. She quietly inched closer, trying to get a better listen. She was rarely in the shop when fans of the magazine were in there and she couldn't recall a time where she had been around anypony who was openly critiquing it. Despite being in a sex shop, most ponies still tended to be shy about their sexual proclivities. These two however didn't seem to have any apprehensions about the subject matter whatsoever. Porcelain turned her ears slightly to get a better listen.
"Yeah, not gonna lie, that unicorn is pretty nasty. The pegasus really let her have it with that massive dump too." said the yellow mare with the pale green mane, absentmindedly chewing on the butt of an unlit cigarette.
"Precisely. I must say though...I'm impressed with that one as well. I'd have never guessed such a petit thing could put out such a robust amount."
The mares admiring Porcelain's excremental output had her beaming. She loved hearing others appreciate her work. She cocked her head ever so slightly to get a better look without trying to make it obvious that she was eavesdropping.
The more refined sounding of the two had a unique pattern to her coat. Cream colored and covered in large, brown splotches. Her rump was round and shapely, and dwarfed her companions backside. Her dark brown, almost black mane was mostly swept to the side, obscuring her face.
The other mare's coat was more typical of a pony. A light pastel shade of solid yellow. She wore a spiked choker and her visible ear had several piercings. Her mane was also swept to one side, but adjacent to the one Porcelain was on, giving her full view to a pair of stunning blue eyes. The most striking thing about this mare however, was the massive stallion's package dangling below her. That broke Porcelain's subtlety, and she lost herself to the sight of the mares junk like it was one of the nine wonders of Equestria.
"Oh Arrell dear. I think you have an admirer, and she looks very familiar."
Arrell glanced up from the obscene reading material and cocked an eyebrow, smirking.
"I'll be damned, I'm in the presence of a porn star." She followed the pegasus' gaze aimed right at her goods, making her smirk widen just slightly. "By all means, take a closer look if you want."
Porcelain, breaking free of her mesmerism blushed profusely, having barely realized what she was doing.
"Woah, like, I'm super sorry! I wasn't trying creep on you, I just..."
Porcelain was at a loss for words. She wondered if this was how Eerie felt whenever she got caught ogling some random mare's ass.
"Heh, chill out, birdy, you're good." Arrell assured with a dismissive hoof wave. "I'd do more to hide it if I didn't like ponies looking."
This helped to calm the flustered mare some, though her cheeks were still tinted with red. She looked the mare over again, her face this time. Despite the tough tomcolt look, she had all the delicate features of a mare, complete with a cute little beauty mark on her left cheek. She was in fact very pretty, and pulled the punk look off well.
"Name's Arrell, by the way, and this here's Matilda." Both mares extended a hoof out. Porcelain went to meet Arrell's, then Matilda's. She was taken aback however as she met the latter's eyes for the first time. A pair of bright red iris's with horizontally slit pupils looked back at her warmly, adding an uncanny charm to the mares otherwise attractive face. Her eyes had been so striking and unexpected that she barely notice her other accessories. Not wanting to come off any more rude than she already had, she held back her surprise and returned the mottled mare's smile.
"So like, sorry for eavesdropping. And gawking. I overheard you two talking and I couldn't help myself." Porcelain said apologetically.
Matilda smiled at the pegasus. "Not at all miss Wave. It's a pleasure to meet you. Arrell and I were simply admiring the work of you and you're friends. Not many ponies can appreciate the appeal of what mares like yourselves do." She took the magazine in hoof and turned to Porcelain's and Peach's column. "Again I must say, that's quite the output for a tiny thing like yourself."
The pictorial showed Porcelain in a vulgar squat over Peach's face from a worms-eye-view angle, unloading what she knew to be about a weeks worth of horseapples she had been saving up for that shoot. it had been so long since the pegasus and unicorn had a session featuring just the two of them, and Porcelain wanted to make sure it was a memorable one. Not to mention the feeling of shitting out so much at once felt oh so heavenly, and to do so without any special potions involved really made a mare feel like she had accomplished something.
"Hehe, thanks! What can I say, ya know?" the starlet answered quaintly.
"May I ask how such an attractive filly like yourself developed such...acquired tastes?" Matilda asked.
The question caught Porcelain off guard.
"Um...huh. Geeze, it's been forever since I really thought about it." Porcelain rubbed her head with her hoof, thinking for a moment. "I guess it's just always been really hot to me...oh! Probably since this accident I had back in high school." she exclaimed, realization dawning on her. "I was cheerleading back then, and I had been having these reeeal bad cramps one day in my last year. After practice ended I'd tried to rush home to use the bathroom there, and about halfway there everything just kind burst out. I like, totally ruined the bottoms to my uniform."
Matilda looked at her quizzically. "You weren't embarrassed or grossed out from soiling yourself out in the open like that?" she asked.
"I mean sure, I guess. Kind of? But I was like, so caught up in how relieved I was. How good it felt when everything came out. Like, it felt sooo hot feeling all that mess squished up against my ass and pussy. I actually had to hide in some bushes so I could rub one out." Porcelain said, giggling at the fond memory.
Matilda studied the mare before her carefully, noting how her expression changed subtly from nostalgic to enraptured by the memory of her enlightenment.
"So do you indulge often? Or is this mostly a career nowadays?"
This was starting to feel like an interview. Not that Porcelain minded. This was in fact her career, and there was seldom any chance to talk about it with somepony else outside of her fellow models. It was nice to discuss her passions with somepony new.
"Oh this is like, my life. I love what I do." the pegasus said proudly. "I experiment a lot at home. Sometimes with a stallion from the studio. I don't know, it probably sounds like, crazy or whatever, but these kinks are like, a huge part of me."
A twinkle glimmered in Matilda's eye, and she wore a smug expression as though she herd exactly what she wanted to hear.
"What if I told I have a...denomination of sorts dedicated to those very interests?"
It was Porcelain's turn to look at Matilda quizzically. "Uh, sorry, I'm not sure I follow. What do you mean?"
Matilda continued. "To put it bluntly, a cult, for lack of a better word. Just a small group of ponies that gets together on occasion to demonstrate our...adoration of equine backsides and all the foul contents within."
Porcelain looked utterly perplexed before it finally hit her. "Ohhh. That does sound kind of cool. But...I'm not really the religious type though."
"Perhaps we do approach it religiously, in some ways. But I think you'd feel right at home with us. It's more a group of devotees committed to the sensual ecstasies of filth. My filth, to be precise. I'd be honored to have a professional like yourself taking communion from me. You're just what I look for in a pony. And I wouldn't be asking for much of your time. You'd still have the life that you know."
"I mean, I'd have to think about it, ya know? We kind of just met and all." Porcelain said sheepishly, all of this coming up so suddenly.
"I promise you'll be in safe hooves, and it won't be as if you're selling your soul to me. I do hope you will consider. I don't extend this offer to just anypony."
"She's right." Arrell butted in. "There's not very many of us, given the nature of it."
The pegasus was intrigued, but still unsure, visibly showing some apprehension.
"Maybe a better look at what you would be paying homage to will help you decide."
In a slow, fluid turn, Matilda's large posterior was staring Porcelain Wave dead in the face. It was a massive, perfectly round tush, with a plump, creamy colored marehood and large, pulsing, pink pony pucker. The poor winged mare didn't stand a chance when her eyes graced upon the mottled rump. It looked so warm and soft, and was quite possibly the biggest ass she had ever seen on a mare. Without even realizing it, she found her snout mere centimeters away from the warm, pink flesh of Matilda's asshole, and breathed deep a scent that sent shivers down her spine.
It was divine. A perfect, swampy mix of musk, grime and raunch.
Drool leaked from the corner of the pegasai's mouth. She wanted so, so badly to taste it, but was denied at the last second as Matilda turned back around, leaned in and whispered into the stupefied mare's ear directions and an address that Arrell and herself would be staying at later that evening.
"I hope to see you there, dear. We'd love to have you." Matilda cooed in a motherly tone.
"O-okay..."
With that, the pair of earth ponies took their leave, with Arrell's half flaccid dong dangling about as they made their purchase and left.
Porcelain for a second time stood at a loss for words, her love juices running down her haunches.
Porcelain replayed the memory in her head again and again. She still wasn't sure if she should have gone along with this, but it felt like her gut was leading her. Though for all she knew she was just being a total clit for brains that wanted to get muzzle deep in that thick, spotted ass. Either way she didn't want to back out now, and was more than infatuated with the idea of what a cult dedicated to a mare's excrement was like.
After several flights of stairs, she and Arrell came to a stop. Porcelain hadn't even bothered to keep track of how many they trotted, what with her olfactory being overwhelmed by the ethereal scent around her. They stood in front of a domineering wooden door. Arrell noticed that Porcelain looked visibly nervous.
"Hey, relax birdie, nopony's gonna hurt you. Unless you're into that. I like to think we're pretty accommodating." The yellow pony joked. "Just roll with it and have a good time. We haven't had any complaints yet."
Porcelain relaxed as best she could as Arrell opened the door for her. The pair stepped inside and the earth pony shut the door behind them.