All For Charity!
It was a cool evening in Ponyland, nearing the time when most ponies would be making their way to bed. However, tonight, the inhabitants of Coltonville found themselves staying up - or, at least, all of the most mature ones did.
Every year, seven of Coltonville’s residents put on a charity event to raise money for local nonprofits. Usually, they tended to keep things rated PG, but a large donation from a wealthy source was enough to convince them to try something a little different. They were all in their 20s now; there was no harm in something a little bit saucy. Even if some of them were hesitant, in the end, they all agreed, knowing it was going to raise more money than most events they’d ever put on before.
Bon Bon, Sweetheart, Melody, Patch, Starlight, Clover, and Bright Eyes all sat on the stage of the concert hall, repurposed for tonight’s event. Each pony was sitting human style on a clear plastic box with a toilet seat on top, each positioned so that the audience would have the best view of everything as they possibly could, plus many cameras positioned in risqué spots for the many watching from home. They were just as nude as they always were, but this event made them feel somehow far more exposed than usual.
Finally, once the time had come for things to really begin, Melody, a pony with fuchsia fur and a blue mane, stood, stomping her hooves on the stage for the audience’s attention. Her cutie mark was a microphone, surrounded with stars and music notes - she had a career as the singer in a rock band, and fans of her performances were watching the live stream in droves. Being the one with the most stage presence, she was happy to grab the microphone and kick everything off.
“Welcome to the annual Ponyland Fundraiser!” She announced, smiling happily to the response of many cheers and hoof claps. “We already put on a more normal performance for our younger audience, and now, we’re happy to do our first adults-only event! Remember, if you’d like to donate, you can do so online via the stream, or at any of the donation boxes you see scattered around the crowd! Now, to explain the main event…”
She turned back to her six friends, all sitting on their toilet-boxes nervously, an unoccupied one sitting right in the middle - Melody’s, of course. Each one had something inside, some item, varying heavily from pony to pony. “Everypony performing today will soon be passed a bottle of liquid laxative!” As she spoke, a grey pony walked onto the stage and did as said, placing a bottle of brown liquid at each pony’s feet, including Melody’s. “In just a moment, we’ll be drinking these, all at the same time, and then, we’ll be having a holding competition! The first one to lose control and dump the contents of their gut will be facing a secret punishment. Whoever holds the longest will have the honor of coming up here to dump her load right in front of the camera! But the real stakes come from what’s inside each of these boxes! The moment we lose control, that item is going to get covered in our shit. And the worst part is that these items are important to all of us! We’d all hate to see them ruined by shit, and most of these things aren’t going to wash easily, either. Everypony, why don’t you introduce yourself, and then introduce what you have sitting below your rear~?” She handed the mic off to the first pony in the line.
The first was Patch, a pony with orange-brown fur and a red mane. She grasped the microphone and spoke with a confident smile, seemingly lacking any nervousness or fear. “I’m Patch, and my item is a soccer trophy I just recently won for a national competition!” Her confidence seemed to wane a bit as she looked between her thighs at the shining golden trophy. She polished it every day - it was truly her prized possession. “I’m really proud of winning it, honestly… I’m going to hold the best I can!” A light bit of hoof clapping from the crowd later, she handed the mic to the next pony.
“I’m Clover!” She said to the mic, purple fur and a pink mane. She had a mostly neutral expression, not excited, but not scared, either. “My item is my ballet uniform - I have to use it in every competition I participate in.” She gulped, looking down at the pink felt and silk uniform. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wash out any stains, but it’s too precious to stop using… so I really can’t lose this!”
The next pony brushed a bit of her yellow hair out of her eyes before speaking. “I’m S-Starlight!” She spoke, avoiding eye contact with the crowd. She’d been the most against this idea from the beginning, but when she saw the donation amount… she knew there was no getting out of it. The light blush on her pink face also made it clear that she was about to enjoy this at least a little. “My item is my phone. I, um…” She blushed much harder, looking down at the ground, trying not to squeak or stutter. “I-I tend to have really, um, l-liquidy shits, so if I lose here, my waste is probably going to get into the cracks, and that smell is never going to leave. It was a gift from my boyfriend, and it has lots of photos and stuff on it, so I really don’t want it to get ruined!” She rushed through the last words and shoved the mic over to the next pony, passing over Melody’s toilet box - she was still standing and announcing.
“I’m Bon Bon!” She said, her eyes darting around the audience. Her purple mane and yellow fur were heavily groomed. “I’m a baker by day, and a model by night! Not that kind of model, though!” She winked to the audience; it was a tad awkward, but the cheers made it clear that it was effective. Although she was used to being stared at, admittedly, she was a bit nervous - she had a bit of a bigger figure than most the girls there; most of the fat in her body went right to her ass, much more squishy and big than any of the other ponies on stage. She knew she’d be getting quite a bit of attention, especially considering that their flanks seemed to be the focus of today’s performance. “My item is a special ice cream sundae I sell at the bakery I work in! It takes all day to make, so it’s super expensive, and I always put my heart and soul into every bit.” The bowl below her seemed to have every piece inside of it placed in just the right spot, extreme care for every detail. The box was chilled to keep it in perfect shape. “I… don’t think my waste would make for a good topping, so I’m really hoping I don’t lose this!” She handed the mic off.
Next was a pony with a sweet smile and a light pink blush on her white fur. She nervously chuckled as she took the microphone in hoof. “Hello everyone! I’m Sweetheart!” Her voice was a tad softer than the others; she managed to look at the audience, but the ensuing applause made her blush much more intense. She fidgeted with her red mane. “My item is, um… well, it actually isn’t mine - it belongs to my boyfriend, Teddy. It’s his teddy bear - fitting, right?” The bear was a small thing, clearly well-loved, covered in brown fur and felt. “I didn’t really have anything great that I own, but he volunteered this. He’s so sweet, isn’t he? I really don’t want to get it dirty, though - the smell and the stains would never come out, and he really loves to cuddle it every ni- oh! I don’t think I was supposed to say that.” She blushed much harder as a few members of the audience chuckled. “Y-your turn, Bright Eyes!”
The last pony in the line beside Melody had minty fur and orange hair. Her hooves shook as she took the mic, though not from fear - observant viewers might’ve noticed a bit of something leaking from between her thighs if they looked close enough. “I’m Bright Eyes!” She exclaimed, a very red flush on her face. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Her friends didn’t know it, but she was the kinkiest of them all, and by far - all of this attention on her private parts, and the event itself, were making her wetter than she’d ever been. She was just as excited to watch her friends in this competition as she was to participate. “My item… well, items, are all stuff from school. I’m in University right now - I really love academics!” Her box was filled with a few papers placed around, along with a single book, opened up to the middle. “The papers include some essays I’m really proud of that I don’t have any other copies of, my college acceptance letter, and a certificate for graduating from Highschool at the top of my class. The book is actually a reward for that same thing!” As she spoke, she began to sweat slightly, her blush growing. She felt extremely hot; it was taking everything out of her not to put a hoof between her legs right at the moment and relieve herself of her pent-up horniness. “The book is really rare, a one-of-a-kind copy of a classic I really love. I’ve always been worried about something happening to it… but I knew it would be perfect for this competition! And, um, I guess I just got a bit carried away with deciding what I’d bring.” She chuckled. “Anyways, Melody?”
The fuchsia pony who’d announced everything took the mic back and walked to her own toilet box, right in the middle. “Lastly, I’m Melody! My item is my guitar!” The guitar was placed perfectly so that, if she were to lose control of her guts, she’d be leaving a big mess right in the center of the body. The neck stuck out a hole in the back of the box. “It cost a lot of money, and it’s been purposefully carved to go with my cutie mark! I’ve also spent years with it on tour. I also don’t think it would ever recover from… well, from my loss. Ugh.” She shook in disgust; she was not made for this sort of gross thing. “I’m definitely not planning to lose easily. One more thing before we begin: viewers, if you tune into the livestream and donate anything above fifty dollars, you can give us a challenge! We might have to deny some, but the more you donate, the more we’ll be willing to do! Just, go easy on me - I really hate gross stuff.” She shivered again. “With that said…” she reached down and grabbed her laxatives, as did everypony else. “It’s time to get started! Three… two… one… drink!”
Each pony raised the glass to their lips and chugged it down, some a tad faster than others, many of them clearly grossed out while others drank it like water. And immediately, the fun began. Belly grumbles and gurgles sounded out from the stage as the effects of the laxative slowly set in; each pony was clearly struggling with it. Bon Bon in particular grasped her pudgy tummy, biting her lip. “Urgh…” she groaned. They’d all agreed to eat a good amount that day and not use the bathroom at all - unfortunately, her diet consisted mostly of sweets, and quite a lot of them. She barely needed the laxatives to help here - she’d needed to go pretty badly since the competition began. All eyes had soon shifted to her as she squirmed and wriggled in her seat; a few farts could be heard sounding from the hole between her large cheeks. “A-ah!” She moaned out. She could feel a ton of logs just waiting to be free, sitting right beyond her hole, eager to come out and play. She felt so full and bloated. “I can’t hold it anymore!”
She relaxed her body, spread her legs, and sighed in relief. It began with a dribble of urine from her pussy, streaming down, right on top of the sundae. It was golden-yellow, and there was a lot - it just kept coming and coming. It pattered down onto the single red cherry, placed precariously on top of a mountain of whip cream, which quickly melted away below the steaming stream. She threw her head back and sighed in satisfaction and pleasure as her bladder emptied, trickling all across the many scoops of ice cream, melting it lightly and messing up the perfectly lined-up dressings.
Following that, she stood slightly and put her hooves down to her cheeks and spread them apart, even turning around so her ass faced the audience; everyone got a perfect view of the tight hole on her yellow fur stretching open, revealing a large, textured, slimy log of chocolate-brown shit. It crowned out, revealing its true large width as it slid further and further; the pony had to push, but eventually, it sailed right out, landing with a splash in the middle of the icecream, a new, much more disgusting topping. She couldn’t help but let out a loud, deep moan at the wonderful sensation of her guts being emptied. Following the first log were multiple others of the same size, but they all came out with no issue, one after the other, each just as slimy and gross as the last; soon enough, the sundae was so covered in shit it was unrecognizable.
Bon Bon huffed and panted in a mix of exhaustion and pleasure from the bowel movement; she blushed as she looked back to the audience. “U-um, guess I didn’t have much of a chance from the beginning, h-haha!”
There was little response from the audience; they were all admiring the sight before them. Even the ponies on stage seemed shocked by the massive load of logs - they looked like they’d come from a dragon, or some other large, mythical beast. She gave a cursory sniff to her seat, and cringed at the horrid smell, quickly sitting down on it to stop it from getting too far. She felt herself burning with embarrassment over her moaning, but she couldn’t help herself - she always felt so good while she was shitting! It even turned her on a little, admittedly; she was even considering touching herself once the attention had shifted.
Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait long. Clover seemed to be struggling as well, shifting in her seat, hooves held to her tummy. “I-I don’t feel so good…” she soon stated; the laxatives were clearly not mixing well with her system. She really didn’t want to ruin her ballerina uniform, but she was moments away from bursting. In a desperate attempt to try to minimize the damage, she moved herself forward, her ass hovering over only the top of the uniform, not near the skirt. Only moments after her movement, she gasped, and a few drops of brown dripped from her rear, right onto the pink cloth. Her body shook as she held, but no matter how much she tensed, she couldn’t help it - a thin, very slimy log breached through, slowly sliding out, picking up speed and eventually falling through the air, right onto the uniform. Clover kept trying to hold it in, but her legs seemed to relax on her own; she watched in horror and surprise as she drenched the upper half of her item in logs that barely held their own form. They were small and goopy, but there were a ton of them, soon creating a substantial mountain of shit. She sighed in relief; that was going to be a nightmare to try and get clean, but at least she’d managed to preserve the skirt, which was really the most important part.
Unfortunately for Clover, by moving forward, she’d completely forgotten about her bladder, which broke a moment later. Instead of peeing inside the box, her pussy sprayed her urine right on the edge; it quickly pooled on the surface, and though some of it dripped inside the toilet, most of it trickled down the front and puddled up on the stage. She didn’t even notice for a long time, not until she felt the warmth on her hooves; she quickly backed up, but the mess had been made. She blushed as the audience giggled at her accident, rubbing her thighs together, a small, embarrassed smile on her face.
“Hrnngh…” Melody groaned slightly; she was struggling a lot, but she wasn’t going to give up quite so easily. She despised gross stuff like this, and she really did not want to ruin her guitar. She just knew she couldn’t stop using it, even if she shit right on it - she’d have to figure out a way to clean it, and that was going to be so gross! Unfortunately, she had a bit of a disadvantage. Her phone, which was sitting behind the box, buzzed; she looked to see a notification. She quickly grabbed the microphone off the stand and spoke, still sitting. “We have our first challenge! For $150, Clover has to wipe her ass with the part of her uniform she didn’t ruin!”
Clover bit her lip; that was the last thing she wanted to hear right then. She’d tried so hard not to ruin her clothing, but it looked like she had no choice; begrudgingly, she stood up and reached into the toilet box, grabbed the uniform by the skirt, and pulled it up. Tons of logs slid off, splattering onto the floor, leaving behind a slimy smeared stain that made the uniform look like it was designed to be brown from the beginning. She gagged from the smell. Slowly, she turned around and bent over, her very dirty ass cheeks spreading open, and she wiped the skirt through them. She was thorough, going as if she were wiping her ass like she would at any other time, covering the skirt in many more stains before she felt clean. “So gross…” She tossed it back in the toilet box and wiped her hoof on the ground.
Melody looked like she was going to throw up, but she managed to hold it down. “Challenge complete! Thank you, anonymous viewer!” She put her phone back down and went back to concentrating on not shitting. Who knew what kind of horrible challenge she would get if she were one of the losers? Part of the rules were that they couldn’t get up until they’d spilled their loads, so she was relatively safe as long as she was still in the game.
But it wouldn’t be so easy. A new donation challenge soon came through; she read it out with horror in her voice. “Challenge for Melody: Either shit right now and lick one of your logs… or swallow a spoonful of Bon Bon’s shit sundae.” Her face scrunched up; she squirmed in disgust. Ruin her guitar, or actually lick a bit of shit… it was such a terrible choice. They were both so horrible; she couldn’t win. She looked to the shit sundae, then between her legs at the guitar. Either way, she’d be tasting shit, but swallowing it and licking it were two very different things.
Bon Bon stood and reached into her toilet box, carefully pulling out the sundae, holding it by the bowl. She blushed as a bit of the goopy shit ran over her hooves, spilling out the sides from the movement; it didn’t gross her out as much as she expected. In fact, it made her… even hornier. She tried to ignore such thoughts and turned to face Melody, waiting for her decision. The singer took a closer look at the mess of waste; it was so covered in urine, too, which just made it so, so much worse.
She shook her head. “No way, I’m not taking a bite of that!” She grabbed the side of her toilet box with her hooves and began to push, watching in disgust as shit peaked from her ass and fell down onto her guitar. Her logs were much more solid, but still very textured and slimy, soft and messy. It hit right on the hole in the guitar, landing on the strings and slowly being sliced through by them, the whole length making it into the wooden center of the head. More followed, one log after the other; she had to push every single one, making a good five, most of them aimed right at the hole, though a few managed to just hit the wood and stay out of it.
Following it, she released her bladder - no point in holding it back now. She watched in dismay and disgust as it pattered off the wood, soaking into it and dampening it, filling in the hole and pooling inside the guitar, as well as filling in the carvings with liquid. “Ewww…” She gagged, barely a moment from throwing up, as the smell rose between her legs.
“You still have another part of that challenge to do, Melody!” Bright Eyes reminded her. That pony was enjoying this way too much, but everypony else was too focused on Melody’s action to notice. The pink pony jumped up and turned to look inside; the closer she got to it, the worse the smell was. She didn’t even consider that she was now giving the audience a perfect look at her shitty ass cheeks; many took the opportunity to get pictures and enjoy the view. She closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and put her head in the box, quickly reaching out her tongue and licking a log. Most were expecting a quick touch with just the tip of her fleshy limb, but she went further - she ran it along the entire length of a log, leaving an imprint in the sliminess, and she pulled her head back up, swallowing hard.
“Ugh!” She held a hoof to her mouth, suddenly feeling very queasy, and she quickly ran off stage. The sounds of distant vomiting were audible to everypony; Patch and Bright Eyes both chuckled, though for completely different reasons.
After a short pause, Bright Eyes decided she’d waited long enough. She wouldn’t admit it to any of her friends - not easily, at least - but she was incredibly horny for everything that was happening, and she’d had experience with holding contests in the past. She knew how to handle laxatives - she could’ve won with barely any effort. But still, it was a strain… and honestly, she didn’t want to win. Something about seeing so many of her precious papers she’d worked so hard on or earned through a ton of effort getting covered in her shit was irresistible - she’d hardly considered the consequences.
Without warning, she turned around, spread her legs, and began to shit, moaning in lust and pleasure as she did so. Hers was particularly goopy - rather than multiple logs, it came out as a sludgy, muddy liquid, splashing down onto the book’s cover and quickly pooling over all the other papers. She looked down with her eyes wide and her lip between her teeth; she shook in pure joy. She couldn’t stop herself from putting a hoof between her legs and rubbing her dripping-wet slit, cumming almost as soon as she started and the last bit of her waste fell from her ass. Only a few lucky audience members could even see it happening, though the movements of her body made it pretty obvious. Everyone at home, of course, got to watch at an amazing angle, as she hadn’t noticed a camera right between her legs.
She wiped her squirt juice off on the wood and turned around, blushing quite hard, panting and huffing in exhaustion. “O-oh, um, o-oops! Hehe.” She looked down at the stage, realizing she’d just outed herself as a sexual deviant to a large portion of the world. She looked down at her hard work, and realized she’d missed a few with her shower of shit; she quickly remedied the issue by pissing on those papers, watching them grow damp and yellow, completely ruined by the stream. She would need to get ahold of this live stream recording - she wanted to watch it over and over again.
The attention soon shifted; Sweetheart was now the one who was struggling a bit. She’d always had a tiny bladder - it was honestly surprising that she’d managed to hold on this long. The audience turned their gazes as they heard a quite patter of liquid hitting felt; she blushed and closed her eyes in humiliation and shame as her urine trickled onto the bear’s face. She shook in a combination of embarrassment and effort; she still hadn’t let out her shit, but it was coming - some of those watching at home could see through a nearby camera that her tail hole was beginning to stretch open. “S-sorry, Teddy,” she said to her boyfriend, watching from home. “I-I can’t hold it! Mmm!” She groaned out; the log slowly began to fall. She stopped trying to hold eventually, and just pushed it out, knowing she had no chance to stop it now.
For such a reserved pony, she carried quite a bit inside her gut. A foot-long of slimy log splatted down on top of the teddy bear, landing vertically across its body, wet and gross. Following it was another of the same makeup, and another, and another, until the teddy bear was buried under logs. Each one was extremely long, and each one hit their mark perfectly, despite the small six of the poor bear; it was slightly flattened under the weight of the shit. She hid her flushed face behind her hooves, feeling a mix of shame and regret for ruining the teddy bear that her boyfriend loved so much. She hoped it would come clean.
“Another donation!” Melody was still out of commission, so Bon Bon read it out instead. “$400 for Sweetheart to sit on the teddy bear for the rest of the stream without moving any of the shit.”
She shivered. Honestly, she would’ve denied it if it wasn’t so much money - she really did not want to ruin the teddy - but $400 was too much to pass up. She stood and gingerly reached for the plushie, picking it up, a few logs sliding off, a few staying on him. She was careful not to drop them all - the donation required the shit to not be moved; hopefully, it would still be ok, even if a little bit of it was out of place. She put it on the stage, and looked at it, smeared with waste, multiple logs sticking to it, fur soaked with urine. She gave another apology to her boyfriend, “Sorry, Teddy, but I have to!” And she sat down, right on top of the teddy bear. Her white ass was already dirty from her shitting, but it became so much dirtier, the blank fur smeared and coated with brown as she smushed the logs underneath her weight. She went right for the head, burying it beneath her bosom, making it so only the bear’s small body could be seen under her pussy.
Bright Eyes was probably the one who enjoyed that the most of all the live audience, but as far as online viewers went…
Sweetheart’s boyfriend, Teddy, was watching from home, all the lights off, with his cock out beneath the table. He rubbed it the entire time he watched his love shit on his plush - he’d been hoping so desperately that she’d lose, he wanted to see it so badly. He hoped the smell would never come out. He didn’t even want to wash it. Now, he was just really hoping she wouldn’t notice that he’d recently spent $400 on a live stream donation.
Now, the only two remaining were Patch and Starlight, both in extreme focus and desperation, holding onto their guts with all the strength they had. It was no easy feat - they both squirmed and shifted, holding the toilet seats below them tight. Patch kept looking at her trophy to remind her what she had to lose; Starlight did the same with her phone, even seeing it light up with notifications she was desperate to see. They looked each other in the eyes multiple times; somebody had to give in soon.
Meanwhile, Bright Eyes had an idea of which of them she was most interested in seeing lose at the moment… and she had an idea. Nobody had noticed her sneaking off behind stage; some did notice, however, as she walked out with a mouse in between her hooves. She snuck up behind Patch and suddenly shouted, “Rat!” before putting it on her toilet box.
“AaaaaaAAHHH!” The soccer-loving pony jumped into the air and landed away from their box, quickly turning to face it. The mouse wasn’t alive at all; it was just a rubber prop. Bright Eyes chuckled in satisfaction with her prank; it was only moments later that Patch realized she’d made a horrible mistake. She soon felt something liquidy on her back legs… and then something slimy. She bent over and groaned as piss streamed out of her pussy and spiraled down her thighs and calves, drenching them in yellow and pooling into a big puddle on the wooden floor. Her ass soon opened and produced a diarrhea-like mess of shit, even more liquidy than Bright Eyes’, creeping down her legs slowly and steadily, leaving a smearing pile of slime on the way.
“Oh, you almost forgot this~!” Bright Eyes reached into the toilet box and grabbed the trophy, putting it between Patch’s legs. The shitting pony groaned as she watched her shiny award being covered in liquidy clumps of soft shit, streaking down the sides, ruining any luster it still had left and pooling in the center of the chalice-like structure. It was disgusting; she wasn’t looking forward to trying to clean it, not at all. She just knew some of those stains were going to be permanent.
“Urgh…” she groaned, dropping a few more sloppy glops of shit onto the award, before her asshole finally let up. With an intense red blush, she trotted back to her toilet box and sat down, hiding her face in her hooves in embarrassment, not bothering to grab the shitty trophy.
Meanwhile, a single pony remained in the competition, and now that all her friends had lost, she was finally facing victory. Starlight smiled wide and jumped up. “I won!!” She quickly ran over to the main camera, turning her ass to face it, and she squatted down, a victorious smile on her face as she pushed. Her pink cheeks slowly spread apart to reveal a fast-moving hunk of slimy length, quickly making its way down, tapping onto the wood and curling into a circle. It was followed by more, the pony slowly moving her ass up to make room for the rush, sighs of relief echoing from her maw. The audience got a close whiff of the scent; a few moved away from the stage, repulsed, while others got a little closer.
She ended up creating a small mound of filthy logs, topped off with a small spray of brown and a trickle of urine from her pussy, though she didn’t even seem to notice it going out. She was far too caught up in the excitement of her victory.
As the crowd cheered, Melody finally returned from the bathroom, looking a tad pale. She immediately tensed up as she smelled the shit-ridden stage, covering her nose with her hooves. After a moment, she moved to the mic and picked it up, trying to ignore her revulsion. “W-well, everypony, it looks like we have our winner!” The original plan was for her to raise up the winner’s hoof, but she didn’t want to get near that pile of waste; instead, she just motioned in her direction. A few more cheers erupted from the crowd, hoofs clapping and stomping. Starlight basked in the glory of victory, though she was mostly just happy her phone wasn’t ruined.
“However, we aren’t done quite yet!” She looked to the first to lose. “Being our first loser, Bon Bon, you’ll be undergoing a punishment. Tomorrow, you’ll be spending some time in Coltonville with a dirty ass, going around and asking other ponies to wipe it for you! You aren’t allowed to stop until somepony finally agrees!”
“Aww, really?!” Bon Bon groaned, face flushed in premature humiliation. The audience chuckled at her distress.
“Sorry, but you should’ve been a bit more careful with your gut! All those sweets will do that to you.” Melody turned back to the audience. Earlier, she was using her full announcer voice, putting her heart into it despite her distaste for the event, but now, she was far too grossed out to put such effort in. She wanted it to be over. “Thank you everypony for coming to the stream! We’ll see you at the next annual Ponyland Fundraiser!” She put the mic down and quickly ran right backstage; Bright Eyes chuckled. That poor pony clearly wasn’t fit for this style of performance.