[Scat] Gorging Morning, Slobby Sunset
Gorging Morning, Slobby Sunset
Written by Septia.
The sun rose bright and pastel, bestowing its light on the world below, a grand and encouraging symbol. Then, the sun rippled -Bwnnnng- with the image of the celestial body wavering under the waves of a white coat, as the hind swayed from side to side. Celestia peered back, observing her own amused expression along with her cheeks hustled together, the sun cutie-mark convex and stretched over the bulging bubble bottom.
“It appears we have accrued quite the bountiful dawn upon us,” Celestia remarked and swept her tail across the protruding voluptuousness of her flanks. She let her eyes trail along the arch of her bottom, along her legs, towards the crescent of her gut. The royal heinie was but one of the areas where curves had accentuated over the past while: the alabaster coat had filled to a silhouette of a modest level of bulk. The princess considered herself. She wouldn't dare call this by the dreaded three letter f word, but perhaps more, … robust. But, in the speak of the hip foals, her flank was certainly 'Phat'. She let the suns jiggle, a high rise and quick drop had them bobbing like pudding on washing machine.
She sauntered over to her wardrobe, perusing a selection of outfits, and later underwear. Though in terms of nether garments, there were few that could contain her sunrise without the risk of a tear. She decided then that instead of fighting, she would work with it. Celestia levitated a par of adjustable bikini bottoms and stepped back into them, tying the straps into little ribbons on each side, though even these bands sunk ever so gently into the padding of her haunches. The cyan fabric was a pleasant compliment to her coat. She clad herself in a dressing gown with fabric mimicking the rise of an autumn sun set in the gradient of tangerine to lemon sorbet, with the hind area of the dress accentuated in a deep yellow and patterns of orange suns, which now protruded outwards ever so noticeably… though the bikini aided in smoothing out the expanse of her rear canyon.
Just as the princess had swathed herself in the matching scarf she noticed a contraction in her belly. The growl that rippled under her dress gown had the princess straighten her neck -Ghhrbbgglpsh-, coughing to herself as if to hide the sound, then… -Snnff- -Snffns- She sampled the air, sniffing in a delectable aroma. A smile eased on her face as she left her wardrobe chamber, back to her bedroom. There stood a table dressed in a feast of a buffet, with a pair of maids setting the final dishes on the table. The plates and baskets radiated with an aroma of grease, batter, spice and chilly, plates and baskets of golden crisp and perspiring meat nectar painting a delightfully indulgent sight.
“Oh, princess, your brunch is all done, I do hope it is to your satisfaction,” A stallion maid said with a bow.
Celestia banished a drop of drool from her lips with a flicker of her horn. “An excellent job you have done, my little ponies,” she commended and sauntered towards the table, “after so much work, you two are deserving to have the rest of the day to do with as you wish.”
The other maid peeked up, “But, princess, if you beg my pardon I-.”
“Dismissed,” Celestia cut her off with a maternal, command.
The maids bowed and made their way out.
“Mff, haa…” she seated herself at the end of the table, waiting as she heard the hooofsteps of the aids disappearing. To then snap her eyes open and throw herself over the feast. First up she scooped a cauldron of gumbo against her, dipping the ladle into the slurry of meat and vegetables to scoop up a mouthful she poured into her open muzzle -Shrrllptsh-. The slop spattered against her outstretched tongue and trickled in a tilt down towards her throat, with a stray droplet winding down the side of her cheek. “Mmfmfs mmwf, oh that is good,” Celestia mumbled to herself as her tongue whipped up the droplet, ladling another scoop of gumbo straight into her muzzle. The brewn blemish oozing with a tang of crisped red onions, polluting the surrounding air. With the third scoop Celestia's muzzle was congested with the air of caramelised garlic and roasted beef brewed down to a thick bile. Her tongue lapped around her maw while she suckled down the sop -Shhrlrllrp- -Oosmpgsh- -Shhrpplltlsh-. “Phaa, haaa, oo that tickles down the throat…,” she mumbled and snatched up a burrito with her free hoof, rubbing the lightly toasted tortilla wrap against her snout before chomping into the rolled up bread -Aaawmfpsff-. She tilted her head and tore the top of the burrito clear off, scattering a mirth of refried beans, caramelised onions, cream and lettuce over the table. Two gnaws and a swallow for the burrito chunk to sink down as a lump in her gullet before she dove into the uncapped roll, concaving her cheeks. -Shhrrllrppprtp- With the rising air pressure she vacuumed the contents of the burrito, inhaling the carefully packed fillings with a sluggish -Chhrrlgpshrlspl- that filled up her cheeks with the bean fried fillings.
“Mmgnsm mmgpsh,” Celestia moaned and mumbled in between chews, crumpling up the hollow husk of the burrittortilla and packing it into her mouth in between chews, with globs of juices staining her cheek whilst the filling drooled passed every chance it had over her lips.
Before she had a chance to swallow she levitated another ladle of gumbo into her face, sipping up the contents, chunky broth with an eagerness rarely displayed to her subjects -Shhrrffwflwp-. With cheeks like a chipmunk the princess ladled in another mouthful of slop before tearing into another burrito, intermittently nursing the burrito and stew. Scraps of lettuce and flung chunks of beef sloughing around her while she indulged… She paused to chew -Chhrlrl- -Chgrgllgs- The slop swirling between her cheeks, the crisp crunch of cucumber and tomato smothered under the carpet of beans -Chhppwlflfwo-. Before swallowing… her cheeks deflated with an arch of her neck, the princess's throat domed around the multiple mouthfuls, sinking down her abdomen.
“Phaa, exquisite,” She mouthed and tilted the cauldron to her lips. The princess chugged down the remaining gumbo with a gusto that periodically swelled her throat as though she was swallowing anal beads. Dunking her head into the pot to lap up the globules of meaty stew her slurps echoed, peeling through the diving helmet of a bell around her head. She emerged with her muzzle painted a rich ginger red from the stew.
“Mmfph mfnssfrt,” Celestia snorted in a breath and smacked her lips before tearing into the last burrito -Shhlllrp- inhaling its contents and daintily allowing the tortilla bread to unfold in her grasp, dotting the impromptu napkin across her face to clear up patches of gumbo, swabbing up the streaks of crimson tangerine sauce -Shhrrlpts- and popping the soaked bread down her lips. The impromptu napkin went the same way as the rest of her meal. She scooped up the next pair of plates; a hillock of fried chicken and a pyramid of spicy cheese hot dogs. Her molars tore through the crispy batter with the crunch of sitting on a bag of chips -Chhrkkrffrtkt-, bread flakes of the battered poultry scattering in a dust storm under ravenous bites. Her cheeks curving into a grin as she chewed through the supple white meat, dunking the remaining chicken slabs into a bowl of buffalo sauce whilst hoisting up a chilly dog with her free hoof, snapping into it with the ferocity of a shark -Chhhrmmp-. The cheese stuffed meat tube detonated under the force of her molars, splurting its neon yellow filling of processed dairy, shooting ropes of gloop along Celestia's mouth and tethers of the gunk out across her lips. The mare moaned as her jaw fell open, unveiling a web of cheesy tendrils clinging from tongue to teeth to root, in a network of grease cluttered in mashed sausage meat before stuffing the rest of the sausage down her gob. But with her mouth still slobbered in the ruins of chilly and cheese the chicken strip had thoroughly been soaked in the red sauce and flung back to her mouth with a comet trail of condiments behind it, -Chhrlrlpthst- a crunch muted by the smothering of dip reverberated from under her teeth, the rich spice soaking the innocent flesh, invoking a smooth and indulgent, taboo of a flavour, reminiscing of watching a foal falling over. Celestia gnawed and crunched on the chicken patty -Chhrprbg- -Chhglrpsth- stuffing the rest of it down her gob as she reached for another hot dog, bursting at the seems with its greasy filling. Dip. Dip, chomp, swallow, dip, chomp, swallow. A macabre rhythm which sent all the more chunks of chilly-infused meat down the grindstone of her molars to be masticated into one uniform, delectable paste.
In between munches she let her tongue trail along her muzzle -Shhrrllpfth- moistening her coat though doing little with the grease other than sweeping it around her face in red and golden streaks. She levitated more chicken towards the middle of her muzzle as she stuffed sausages down the sides, reaching out her tongue to slurp -Shhrlrp- off the taste of spicy lubricant and smearing it along the gummed up cheese grotto her mouth was becoming to ease the path of the sticky processed clots, though the surefire way to get rid of it was just to cram more past her lips and dunk it down her throat -Ghhoooumpl-.
-Bhhouuraahlp- She let out a brief belch that sprinkled the table in crumbs and saliva infused mince meat. Along her lips laid straps of cheese, crowded with breading from her wild chomps, gathering towards the back of her lips whilst the front wolfed through the meats ahead, starting to look similar to a broken muzzle guard: vibrating the air ahead of her with the pungent mists of fat loaded, burning peppers. But speaking of fat, Celestia's eyes landed on one partially decadent piece. Levitating the plate to linger before her face: toasted sesame brioche, folds of bacon, fresh chilled lettuce, tomato, droves of fontina and cheddar, salt crystallized pickles and a lathering of mayo with two, fat patties… Oh, that burger was scintillating, Celestia slathered her lips up for a kiss as it approached, to unhinged her jaws over the helpless morsel. The bread, meat and toppings collapsed under the bite with the squelch of carving up an oil infused marshmallow -Chhngngk- -Spllrurth- . Celestia's pupils rolling back as the cacophony of lard coiled flavors rolled into her maw. The burgeons smothered into a crater around her muzzle like a delectable pillow. She rested there in the divot of her bite for a few moments, before pulling back, straps of lettuce, pickles and webbings of molten cheese stretching form burger to lips, snapping off and tumbling along with rivulets of undiluted baked buffalo lard streaming down her lips, past her chin and painting her delicate neck.
“Fmmfam mawmgh, phaa, my precious, little burger,” Celestia huffed in a haze, grabbing the burger with booth hooves and tearing into it, -ChhShfhrrkkrlsth- lettuce and straps of filling cluttered in her lap as she indulged. The princess used her wings to sweep off her midsection and let the clutter trickle onto the floor with the rest. “Mmfpsgms mpggha,” Celestia moaned around the confines of the burger, stuffing her cheeks to bloat as she chewed and chewed, imitating a cow in her ruminating, a zen-like state of chewing to feel the crunch of bread, beef, and crisp of vegetables -Chhrkk- -Chrrlrlpsts- all macerating into all the more drool soaked slobber -Chrrllllfsh- -Vrchlllsh-. With droves of lard seeping down her lips in fluid tendrils, imprinting the charred, beefy broth and cultured condiment flavors into her coat. Then, after one swallow… -Chglglpsmo- There was nothing… Celestia hissed, in an inhale, slobbering, searching with her tongue for any scraps of the burger, but feeling it long gone. Lost in the moment, a sadness of absence griped her. She brushed along the length of her neck, as if searching for where this pristine meal had gone. Soon enough she was drowning her sorrows in a bucket of fried onions, jamming her whole muzzle into the bowl to scrape and lap up the crackling grease fried rings, leaning back with long moans filtering through the bulwark of toasted onions in her maw and further polluting the air of the chambers. Her head tilted up to let the burger dip down in the pace of gravity, nibbling and gnawing away at its girth as it sunk in an intimate embrace past her gluttony.
The chomps and granulating gnawing of slobber and sauce rippled through her chambers. The redecorated feast left in a ruin of plates, pots, leaves with bite mark, and fat stains matting the cloth.
“Haaoogmpgsh, aosamgph, gmapgsugh-.” Celestia gnawed her way through the last bowl of nachos, slurping up creamy sourcream and chutney to the demolition of -Chhrrkkt- -Kksspggsh- crunches echoing from her lips, the grind of plaster pummelled by a wrecking ball -Chhhrxxgllrtch-. Her lips gradually closed around the mound of chips like an aperture, cheeks sinking inwards to siphon the crumbs down her neck, and into the engorging dome of a gut that swelled out the princess's abdomen. Bumping up against the table when she leaned back in the final swallow -Chhguuuooolpmgph-- -Gllrrrsk-. She groaned out, feeling a clutter of crumbs cyclone off her face in the gnawing grinds, and the elation that seeped through her nerves and into her every joint.
“Mmfm… phaa… mfmhaa…” Celestia reclined back with her gut bounding out ahead in a jostle of pudge, -Bbsvhnmp- as the royal gasped for breath after her airways had been clogged with grease so long. “Mmfp, phaa, even a princess has to let loose a few times, and what better way than such a scrumptious meal,” she mused to herself.
-Ghhbbrrllgpghghsl- her guts rumbled like a cement mixer full of bolognaise. The rumbles touring up her abdomen, along her barrel, and up her neck in a roaring, reverb convulsion. Celestia felt her cheeks inflate as the pressure built, and the growls -Gbbrhrlgllgps- roared up her neck as a pack of wildebeests. She parted her lips and freed the herd, -BbhUurrrahooaaaaaaaoooouuuuurrrrahp- -Aahrhlp- a typhoon of guttural fumes boomed past the once pristine lips. Shock waves fuelled by burning lard and frying oils cascading out in a howling blast of humid breath, the roaring storm vacated, flooding the room, setting the air atremble and the room quaking beneath her hooves under the tremendous expulsion of the last breath of her feast. The drapes of her bed rattling and an ill placed plate was shaken off of the table and fell with a crash -Crkrspth- of ceramic and fatty oils over the floor.
-Uuuarrharhapr- -ooooouurrhrp- Celestia formed the tail end of her belch with her lips, taming the final rung of the broiling storm, and feeling her gut contractomg and deflating around her meal. “Phaa… ha… Phew, perhaps I dropped some weight in that belch alone,” Celestia mused and caressed the mound of junk brewing away in her guts. Soon enough there were matters to attend to, but she required, but a moment to digest, which would hardly hold up her schedule.
~ 1 ~
-Bhrhgbbgsl- Celestia peered down at her belly, the faint rumble coursing through her abdomen, grown turgid over the course of the day's affair.
“What? Something the matter, Princess?” a Pegasus guard running to her chariot posed.
“Oh, that was simply,” Celestia mumbled, peering out over the landscape below… It had been a successful ceremony watching over the inauguration of Philistine's culture festival, though interacting with so many of her subjects at once was, tiring. Compared to he festival, the Wickersteed forest below appeared perfectly serene. “Come to think of it, let us land.”
“At ease, I am merely in search of some calm before we proceed to my next obligation. Rest, my little ponies, I will return shortly,” she instructed the guards and headed into the forest. A chatter of critters and a whispers of wind breezed through the early afternoon glow. Celestia peered around trees and bushes, she was certain she had seen… ah, there~. A glade, formed around a calm lake. She tapped the water. And with a nod relinquished her dress to the ground, letting her underwear drop with it before she thread into the water. Cool enough to chill, but fresh and clean on her coat. The mare shuddered as she swam out into the open water, humming a tune to herself as she savoured the weightless sense of bobbing along the surface. Listening to the buzz of nature and soothing graze of the water. “Mnff… haa…”
-Bhhrooourlp- A burble broke the surface of the lake, piercing Celestia's serenity. Her eyelids flew open, in time to catch a few stray bubbles break the water's surface. “Is there someone in the water?…” Celestia asked.
-Bhhrbglgbplbpplp- another cluster of bubbles foamed.
“I am sorry if I intruded upon-.”
-Cbrrglptsh- then she saw the bubbles form right after a growl from below the surface, right at her abdomen -bgbrlgpbrplprth-. Her eyes went wide. “That's… that wasn't me, was it?” she asked, then felt a spike of gurgles muted by the lake slosh through her guts -Bhrlpghhth-.
“Ofgh… o-okay,” she mumbled. The princess swimming back to shore and shuffling back into her clothes. “Perhaps we can make a pit stop before our next destingnnngmhg-,” she was interrupted by a coil of gurgles wrung trough her intestines, straightening the princess's neck and making her pinch her hooves together, “ation…” she grunted -Kkrbbgglglpgshgh- and took a deep breath. But the gurgles sprouted down her frame, out towards her packed dawn and…
-PPPhhhhbbrrrtfffrrrbbbrrpwtthhhs- The flatulence thundered through the thick thighs, bolstered by the bowel bog baked into bile though the princess' bum, cracking through the serenity of the glade like a firecracker whipped into combustion through the smack of a damp belt. Celestia's hind clapped at her rear under the torrent of smog roaring out her hind, seeping into the air around her in a boggy breath, the air growing damp with the scent of sports laundry unearthed form a swamp, left trapped and festering in the mud long enough for the sweat to cultivate into mouldy Gorgonzola.
“Mfphha, phaa…” Celesta coughed out. One wing wrapped around her muzzle and the other fanning behind her rear, her chromatic tail shedding some of its lustre in the point-blank impact of the vent.
“Phoa. I can not believe, it has ever been, that foul before… Was It something I ate? But, no that couldn't have come from, me, could it?” she uttered, attempting to finagle her way out of unleashing such a pollutant. Yet, -Gbbhrgllpghh- the churning growls of her guts proved otherwise.
-Vrrggfhhfgllpgsh- the milling of lumbered tensions crept through her bowels. Scanning her surroundings, Celestia scuttled over to a tree stump and pancaked her flanks into the woods, steeling herself to hold in the airflow.
“Phew, easy, we have a little ways to go still, we just have t-too… manage before… we-…” Celestia twisted and turned on the stump, the tension worming its way through her lap like an obease, carefree caterpillar. -Vrgrgffllh-.
“Your highness.”
Celestia froze, twisting one hind leg over the other and stiffened her spine straight, seeing one of her guards approach through the flora.
“Hello my, dear. How can a-aha… I help you.?” she asked, feeling a quake through her spine as the mire in her abdomen shifted downwards -Chffwlpfghs-.
“Merely to check in with your relaxation. You still wanted to arrive in Appaloosa in good time.”
“Oh yes, Appalosa,” Celestia said, then raised the volume of her voice to drown out a gurgle -Fbfhglglgs- “I was thinking of that too.” Beads of sweat formed under her tiara.
The guard blinked. “Yes. Surely. Then I presume you are ready for your departure?”
-Ghhrpghgsb- “Yeses,” Celestia wheezed out, holding her leg in place as her cheeks -Fbbfbr- vibrated against the stump below. “We, must make haste, there is something I nee…eeeh…” Celsetia felt the air leave her lungs, body instinctually contracting at the building ache of unreleased tension in her barrel -Chhgrllrllghsh. “Wha-. What I mean to s-say,” she controlled her voice, worked through the stammering and stimuli rearing through her frame, “that I wish to, take a brief stroll before we continue, merely require to stretch my legs after my swim, you s-see.” She smiled, teeth gritted as she could sense the whispers of venting fumes licking at her crack…
The royal guard nodded. “Certainly, your highness, we shall await you at the chariot.”
“Ex-excellent. I'll b…e. With you short…ly.” Celestia took her time annunciating to avoid slip ups, or slip outs…
The guard nodded and turned back. She watched the guard's tail fade into the greenery, listening to his hoofsteps disappear, cold sweat marinating her face. Then, once the coast was clear. “Uuuroghghhghsh,” Celestia groaned out and raised her hind leg high.
-Bpprrbbbrrwwwwbbrpthhhhhffrrrrppfsthsp- The cascade of yellowed miasma bellowed free in a torrent of exhaust, splaying her sphincter wide open for the blooming smog to project its rotten grandeur into the glade with the booming rupture of a punctured weather balloon. The fumes fluttered out, dense and reeking of a buffallo hide with flesh still marred into its sinews which had been tanned in pickle brine and chilli into a torched jerky leather. Celestia's clasped teeth spread open in a desperate gasp for air, sampling the grease fire of stench seeping out of her rear and launching her into a coughing fit. “Pha ahosha, ofhg… This, is disaster, my insides… feel like a trainwreck…” she groaned -Shhrglptsh- but then she felt the weight, the solids, that fat snake crawling through her innards… She dashed into the forest, half galloping, half flying over branches and bushes. “Somewhere, anywhere.” Has to be a place she could… And there it was, hidden away among a range of dilapidated builds, stood an outhouse… The wood was murky and damp with mold. It was a monument to abandonment and poor decisions. Celestia grimaced. She stepped up to the outhouse, recoiled in the damp humidity reeking from its walls, but persevered, opening the door, shuffling inside, and raising her dress up high within the glow of magic, to unveil the flowerbed of a hind bulbing at her backside, and dropped her hind onto the seat -Thhhdddwwrkrwp-. The impact echoed in creaks and strains through thee oaken fiber as the royal rear smothered the seat under its pale bulk. She closed her eyes, and eased the pressure. A thundering rupture of gas ruptured through her hind, -Pppppwhhhrrrwerooooopwtpths- shaking the foundation of the outhouse it the tremor of the fog flooding through her hind and jostling her cheeks like a setting batch of gelatin. Already a torching odour of charred onions crept up under her rear. The princess doubled over, her tail raised high and fluttering in the winds that seeped through -Cbbpthtsh- but the reflex sashed her belly into her thighs, and this amplified to the breath of a sledgehammer through her guts, until the gaseous flow was corked by a semi-solid clog -Frrhrhwhrhrhhfppt- -Klldthhhudggphls-. Celestia wheezed, eyes crossing and sweat drizzling her brow as she felt her hind distend, warping wider with a crackle of wading through mud, her muscles sobbing as the arching curl of regally forged bowel fudge wedged through her hind.
Outside, the air had been able to dispossess the stench of her bowel movement, but the outhouse was contained, the miasma from the flatulence and steam from the piping hot pony putty could fester. Whilst the bale unearthed itself from Celestia's plot she was left stewing in the stench. The atmosphere of the outhouse grew dense, a dampened atmosphere of lard growing rancid with with wine yeast; within laid the promise of something cultivated into a regal status, but instead corrupted, defiled by each other's mould and yeast eating away at each other, complimenting the fat and tart was the choking odour of meat slow cooked in sewage, an encompassing fragrance that chocked her maw with its demanding presence, and through the reek of beef molten to sludge, grease wilted to slurry, and wine and caustic yeast, cut the stink of moulding dairy pickled in liquified onions and ashes of blackened lettuce. Together, the smellscape painted a crude, warped parody of a high class meal, rendered in the deplorable dregs of each ingredient. The princess shed tears whilst her bowels cleaved her hind open. The onslaught of all the critters she had devoured conspiring against her in one coiling congestion.
-Shflrlpruttgghaht- The muck sloughed past her cheeks in a loaf of umber, pinching off under a hissing wheeze of gas -PPFhhrprpwhths- cutting into the grime. The loaf fell… -Kkkrwpptwwwulp- smacking into the corner wall in the basin below before sinking into the stale blue fluid filling the bottom. But it wasn't long before her hind swelled again under the yawning howl of fumes -Bbfwgrgrrwpth- and gape her brim broad in the onslaught of glistening, fat polished taffy winding its way out of the mare's regal posterior. -Chhrrslsllptsth- The mound ground against the lip of her brim to the crackle of crumbling meringue, a whole bunt cake of sludge warping through the straining princess's haunches and toppling into the blue abyss. -Chhrtwwwhhlllop- It fell with a sluggish heave, arching waves along the viscous fluids as it sunk like a scuttled ship in a swamp.
“Gnnghhragna…” Celestia wheezed and coughed in the circulation of her own concentrated miasma, fanning her wings as the outhouse buckled and teetered in her salvo of congealed compost… The regal alicorn contorted and squirmed against the ragged walls as she unloaded dough like a malfunctioning cementmixer. -Kkkkfplwthch- -Ckkrlrlp- -Twwhwooulp-. Creaks of grinding grease and lard culminating in a steep drop and a -Chhrrptphsth- splatter of goo staining the walls of the outhouse's chamber, the chunky, tubby dough spooling through in gratuitous, fat sausage links -Clpthth- -Clslptht- stacking into gummed hills atop one another, slowly devoured by the rising surface, until there was too much to contain, and the hill only rose higher through the fanfare of feculent farts -Fprpprwbrbrppthhs-.
~ 2 ~
An inhale. “Phaha,” and then exhale “Phhhaaaooourgghhs…” she wheezed and groaned in the mortifying relief, slumped back against the wall on the outside, limbs twitching as she tried to gather her thoughts. A splatter with the smack of coagulated banana puree into stale porridge, clapping into the mire below with the springy slap of a maggot eaten gummy worm. She panted, feeling her rear still trembling, twitching in the aftermath. She worried that there was more. She waited, but as the seconds stretched on, and the air of malformed, putrid musk melded the yeasty grease fire of an odour, she realised she had enough. Standing up on legs of boiled pasta. And reaching for…
“Uhh…” There was a distinct lack of toilet paper. Of course there was. Why would there beany? She stumbled, peered to and fro, trying to stand… -Chhrlrlpsth- but felt the smear and plaster of old glue grinding at her rear, there was no way out. She needed to do… something…, she needed, a sacrifice.
Celestia peered down into the pit, to the pile of stacked chocolate taffy melting into each other, cracks and fracture scenting to one another in a labyrinth of slick bowel lube, a crumbling monolith of a grand feast… and at its crown, a pair of, thoroughly, soiled bikini bottoms.
She closed her eyes, stepped out of the outhouse, and intending never to return…
“Your majesty.” A royal guard announced as they saw the princess step out of the woods. She barely reacted. “We heard screaming, and rushed back, is everything as it should be?”
Celestia peered to her hind. “It is… dealt with. I wish you to bring me back to the castle.”
“But, your highness-.”
“Please,” she said with a pause and then muttered, “there are, other obligations which I require tending to,” She said as she walked past them towards the chariot. The yellowed dress that caressed over her hind crept into a cleft under her tail, slimming to a pinched crevice accentuating the volume of her hind, as it bounced down in her delicate steps, bobbing smooth under its own weight.
The Guards exchanged a glance, eyes furrowed, then nodded, before joining the princess.
~ 3 ~
The guard peeked back as Celestia sauntered in through the castle doors, a single drop of sweat trailing his forehead, until she was out of eyesight.
“Didn't it appear before that her highness was wearing underwear?” The one guard asked the other.
“Humph,” the other replied in a scoff, “You certainly have been watchful over her plot, haven't you?” he curted, before returning to their duties.