>It all started with a misunderstanding

“Hey. Can I sit with you girls?”

They just stare at you for a few seconds, then draw together in a huddle, leaning over the cafeteria table. You can't make out what they're whispering.

“Did he just say what I think he said?”

“He did! He said he wants to shit with us!”

“How'd he even find out about it?”

“M-maybe Twilight said something?”

“Those two always were rather close. She must have spilled the beans.”

“Well what're we gonna do? Should we tell him to get lost?”

“Oh, you're all just being silly! Nonny's our friend! If we let Sunny into the group, there's no reason why he can't come along too.”

“Well, if Twilight was okay with him ….”

“But he's a boy!”

“Heehee! Yeah, I know!”

“Pinkie! We said we weren't gonna make this weird!”

“Spoil sport.”

“She's right though, Pinkie. Ain't nothin' about this that's … y'know, perverted or nothin'. Just a bunch of friends getting together and … takin' care

of business.”

“Y-yes, that's true. P-perfectly natural.”

“Well … I guess it isn't that big of a deal.”

“Even if he is a … boy.”

All six of them turn to you at once, and Rarity speaks up.

“Well, alright, Anonymous, we don't mind including you. If you're sure about this, that is.”

You raise an eyebrow and sit your tray down at the corner of the table.

“Uh, thanks?”

You begin to eat, but Dash sends you a glare, then leans across to grumble at you.

“Tonight's the night. We'll be taking Rarity's car out to AJ's place after school, so don't keep us waiting.”

You lower your spoon and stare with wide eyes at the opposite wall.

“Oooooo … kay?”

Now, you don't know what it is, but something about this situation smells funny.

You fidget nervously in the back of Rarity's SUV, a little cramped with the door on one side and Fluttershy on the other. Everyone seems to be more

anxious than usual. Their conversations seem a little forced, and you can't help but notice that they keep giving you these awkward glances every now

and then.

The ride takes you out of the city, through Applejack's family farm, and then beyond to a long, winding back-road through the woods. Eventually, the

vehicle rolls to a slow stop. From here, you can see a middling sized stream just on the other edge of a green, grassy clearing.

Rarity and the others begin to file out of the car, and you follow their cue.

“So, what looks like a nice spot?”

Applejack puts her hand to her chin and scans the ground.

“Right about here looks good,” she says, pointing to a dry looking patch of low grass just outside the treeline. “Nice and out of the way.”

Dash nods. “Got it.”

You're left standing there like a doofus, your eyes darting about, when to your shock, you see dash bring her hands to the base of her shirt and lift

it off. You gawk as she turns around, her tiny breasts swaying just a little as she bends down to untie her shoes. Apparently, she notices your stare,

and looks up at you with a red tinge in her blue cheeks.

“Q-quit staring at me and get undressed already! I've been holding it all day.”

You look around, only to find the other girls disrobing as well. AJ's freckled chest bounces as she tosses her shirt onto the hood of the truck.

Rarity's bare, white ass catches the sun as she bends low to carefully fold her garments, and you glimpse through the gap between her thighs the

delicate split of her vulva and her wispy purple pubes. Pinkie Pie dances and leaps about in the grass, twirling in the breeze and doing cartwheels,

constantly flashing her breasts, her plump backside, and the thick, curly, pink carpet that covers her mound.

“Um … w-what's going on?”

Suddenly, the movement stops.


“What do you mean, Anon?”

“Hold on a minute –”

“Wait, so she didn't tell him after all?”

“O-oh my …”

“Well this is just great.” Sunset Shimmer sighs and runs a hand through her hair. She stomps in your direction, and you try not to stare at her bare

chest as she explains. “Okay, see Anonymous, the thing is, we thought you wanted to take a shit with us, so we came out here –”

“Hold on … 'take a shit with you'?”

She nods with an embarrassed grimace on her face. “Yeah, I know it sounds messed up. When Twilight was here, she had this crazy idea for a, uh … trust

building exercise. She said that friends should get together and take a shit in order to 'strengthen their bonds of friendship' like back in ancient

times or whatever.”

“Oh. Okay. That makes sense.”

It doesn't.

“So … does it work?”

“Funny thing.” She chuckles. “It well … yeah.”

Fluttershy speaks up. “We really did get to know Sunset much better during our, um, bathroom breaks.”

“And you all want me to join in?”

“No, we thought you and Twilight already did this stuff!” Dash punches you in the arm. “But now that you know about it, you pretty much have to. Like

how they do it in the mafia.”

Congratulations, Anonymous; you're a made man. And now you have to get naked and shit in the woods with six teenaged girls.

“Well, it's better than Godfather 3.”

You strip down and leave your clothes in a pile next to Rarity's. The ground is rough, and you try to keep your eyes focused downward. Up to now, your

anxiety may have been enough to calm little Anon (er … that is, big Anon) but there's no need to take risks and make things harder on yourself, right?

“So, what now?”

Pinkie grabs you and drags you along.

“Come on, Anon, you heard Dashie earlier. She's really gotta go!”

The soft skin of her breast presses against your arm as she pulls you behind her. You can see the rest of the girls gathering in the proper spot,

Fluttershy still covering herself with her arms while Dash is already squatting on the ground.

Litt-big Anon never had a chance.

Pinkie squats to the ground opposite Rainbow Dash. She looks up at you with a grin, and you quickly cover your junk before you accidentally slap her in

the face with it. Though something tells you she probably wouldn't mind.

“Sit down here next to me, Anon. We've got to get into a circle.”

As quickly as you can, you squat down at her side. You try to keep a bit of distance between you both, but Pinkie sidles up to you. With one hand on

your knee, she grabs your arm and puts it around her back.

“We've got to hold on to each other, 'Nonny. That way no one falls over.”

Rarity squats at your opposite side, her soft skin against yours as she ducks under your other arm.

“And you'd better hold on tightly. If I fall, I hope you're ready for a long walk home.”

“Aw, shoot, sugarcube, y'all need to lighten up.” Applejack kneels next to Pinkie. “We'll all be cleanin' up in the creek anyway.”

“That's hardly the point and you know it.”

Soon, the seven of you have formed a tight circle, practically close enough to feel each other's breath, each one leaning on the other for support, and

each one red in the face, and everyone trying not to be too obvious about where their curious eyes are drifting.

It's quiet in the clearing – nothing to hear but the nervous breathing of the girls around you. You hold Rarity and Pinkie about the waist, their

petite bodies soft against your hands. Rarity's slender thigh is pressed to yours, her hand gripping your knee and her face hidden behind the locks of

her hair. At her side is Sunset, while AJ leans on Pinkie. Across from you, Dash's perky, dark nipples stand out stiff from her chest as she breathes.

Fluttershy sits trembling, her arms wrapped around AJ and Dash, her eyes clenched. Her ample breasts are mostly hidden, pressed behind her upraised

knees, and beneath a tuft of light pink hair, the flushed lips of her cunt spread slightly open between her legs.

“Cut it out, Anonymous!”

“W-what?”

Dash continues to glare while the others stare in your direction – and just a bit downward.

“That! It's weird enough having you here without your dick getting all … hard!”

You gulp and glance downward. Sure enough, you're fully erect. Throbbing, as a matter of fact, your dick making small, visible bobbing motions as you

sit there, your balls brushing the grass below.

“It's not like I can help it, you know. It doesn't work that way.”

Fluttershy tries to look away. Pinkie giggles. She lifts her hand from your knee and gives your dick a little slap.

“We should have invited 'Nonny a long time ago. This is way more fun than usual.”

“G-goodness! Pinkie, you know, t-that's really –”

“Oh, relax! We're all friends here, right?”

Under your hand, you feel Pinkie's belly clench, and the little circle echoes with a loud, honking fart, followed by more of her bubbly laughter.

A few smirks and rolled eyes follow her antics. It may have been crude, but with that little act, the mood of the group has suddenly shifted. The next

thing you know, you hear a sigh and a soft, wet hissing that soon turns to a rolling splash. Applejack's eyes are shut as a heavy stream of urine flows

from beneath her thick blonde bush, immediately puddling in the grass at the center of the circle and quickly pooling over the edges of her bare feet.

The little clearing is suddenly alive with sounds; Dash letting loose an airy fart, a quiet grunt from Sunset, and the splashing piss streams in the

dirt. You feel the need to keep up, and strain for a moment to loose some whispering gas of your own.

A soft grunt and a loud, bubbling fart draw your attention to the opposite side of the circle. Behind Fluttershy's smooth thighs and upturned cunt, you

can't help but watch as a short, thick column of shit slides from her asshole. She looks into your eyes for just a moment as it drops to the ground,

and she shudders as her urine begins to flow, arcing into the growing puddle in the center of the group.

With great force of will, you close your eyes and try to focus. Regardless of how bizarre and hot and kinda gross this situation may be, they expect

you to shit. You don't want to think about what happens if you can't manage it. You've seen Wicker Man.

Fighting down your performance anxiety, you relax your body and try to let nature take its course. You can feel the tension in your abdomen loosen. A

wave of satisfaction washes over you as you feel your urine begin to flow, the splashing sound of your own stream joining with that of the girls.

“Oh, um, e-excuse me, Anonymous, I, c-could you, um ….”

“Hm?”

“Anon!? What the hell!?”

You open your eyes to an irate Rainbow Dash and a rather flustered Fluttershy. She fidgets slightly, her entire body beginning to blush red. She sits

there, squatting in the grass, her slim legs pressing into her breasts and her arms trapped behind the backs of her friends, and you can only watch in

horror as she takes the stream of your piss into her cleavage. Gushing from your still erect dick, it arcs easily over the short distance, catching her

full in the chest. Your subtle movements have already left her wet from her neck to her ass, and your release splashes and washes in heavy rivulets

over her tits, into her belly button, flowing down the bends of her legs were it drizzles in a stream of heavy drops from her taint.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

With great effort, you manage to staunch the flow.

“Fluttershy, I – oh man! I uh –”

“It's um, okay, Anon. I'm f-fine.”

She shifts about, her piss-slicked body making slippery, wet sounds as she squirms. Her big tits slowly begin to slip from behind her legs and squeeze

together between her knees, exposing her large nipples, dark pink and noticeably hard and still dripping with your piss. Her face turns away, trying to

hide behind her hair, her yellow skin flushing red and glistening with your water.

“What's the big idea, Anonymous?” Dash huffs.

“Oh, calm down, sugarcube, it was an accident.”

“That was no accident! It was all because of that b-big dick of his!”

She tears her eyes away from your penis long enough to look you in the eye.

“How would you like it if someone took a piss on you, huh?”

“Oh, come on, Dash.”

“Pee party!”

“Pinkie, no!”

Dash lifts her hand from Fluttershy's knee and brings her fingers down to her own freshly shaven cunt. She grunts, and with a tight flex of her abs and

a tug at her fleshy lips, she sends a spray of urine arcing into your belly and all over your thighs. Her fresh piss stays hot all the way down as it

runs across your body, dribbling down your legs and to the skin of your balls, even running in a little trickle over your asshole.

Rarity's lip curls at the display.

“Honestly, Rainbow, must you always be such a ruffian?”

Dash smirks, and as soon as her stream runs low, Rarity's hand rises from your knee and drifts down your belly. Delicately, she holds the shaft of your

penis in her fingertips and gently presses it downward, tickling you as the blades of grass brush against your skin.

“There we go.”

She flicks her hair over her shoulder and looks into your eyes with a nervous smile.

“I'll just take care of this for you, darling. Now you have nothing to worry about, right?”

“Y-yeah. Nothing to worry about.”

Pinkie nudges you in the side and whispers in your ear.

“Don't worry, Anon. Dash is just a big t-soon-dairy. I think she has a crush on you.”

From Sunset's side of the circle, you suddenly hear a loud, long, wet fart and a thick gush into the grass. Her stomach burbles and the process repeats

– a hard, popping fart and an oozing spray of shit.

“Dang, girl. Are y'all okay over there?”

Sunset groans. “I'm fine! It's – it's just that lactose thing again.”

Dash finally manages to relieve herself. She grunts softly as a pile of slick, greenish logs accumulate on the ground beneath her, each one sliding

slowly from her tight pucker and dropping, the sound of falling shit punctuated by an airy fart that slips out in the moment her hole is left gaping.

Pinkie pipes up at your side.

“Hey, 'Nonny, could you spread me?”

“... What?”

She giggles and nudges your elbow. “It helps if I spread my butthole a little when I go. You can reach my butt, right?”

“Uuuuhhhh. Yeah.”

You carefully move your hand from Pinkie's waist and move it down, tracing the length of her thigh.

“So I just ….”

“Take a handful of buttcheek and yank me open! Thanks, 'Nonny!”

Somewhere behind her back, you feel your fingertips drift across the side of her hip and over the wide, pink surface of her rear. You place your palm

on the meaty flesh of her ass and tighten your fingers, gripping her plump backside and lightly tugging at it, spreading wide the crack of her ass.

You clutch her firmly in one hand and hold Rarity with the other. The sounds and sight of the girls around you is nearly hypnotic, and with little

effort you begin to drop a thick deuce of your own. As you feel your shit slowly leave your body, you feel Pinkie shift at your side. She lets out a

harsh, dirty fart and you can hear the sound of a fresh log sliding from her pink ring. You and she continue your simultaneous shit, your crap falling

to the grass at the same moment as hers. The relief sends tingles through your body, and you loose a fresh stream of piss. Even with Rarity's

fingertips softly wrapped about your penis, holding it toward the earth, you still manage to wet Fluttershy's ankles. She doesn't mind, though. She

merely looks at you with a smile and giggles as she farts and lets her piss join with yours in the ever widening puddle in the center of the group.

You can finally hear the sound of light impacts in the grass behind Rarity, and she leans into you just a bit. With a heavy breath, she relieves her

bladder. The seconds stretch out and the hot stream of her piss never slows. The golden pool begins to spread through the grass, flowing through her

toes and around her bare feet. You begin to feel it as well, the combined flows of all seven of you finally spreading beyond the confines of the

circle. You can feel the tickling trickles of the still-warm fluid flowing over your feet as every now and again one of the girls will spray into the

grass, sometimes alone and sometimes together, two, three, or four of the girls all relieving themselves as they bashfully smile at each other.

All too soon, the activity begins to die down. After a minute or so of silence, Applejack speaks up.

“Y'all finished?” A round of quiet affirmations follow in response. “Alright then,” she continues, “everybody watch yer step. Let's go on the count of

three.”

As AJ counts, Rarity's soft fingers release your dick, leaving you bobbing in the air for just a moment. She discreetly wipes her fingertips on your

calf as she returns her hand to your knee.

When the count reaches three, all of you stand together, each person supported by the soft touch of their neighbor's hand on their bare skin, and then

carefully, everyone begins to separate. Your legs are a bit tired, and you shake off the droplets of urine from your feet as you cautiously walk from

the circle. Applejack passes out a few broad leaves to whoever wants them. From the corner of your eye, you watch as she takes one herself and leans

down, her legs wide and slightly bent as she flexes forward, her back arching and her breasts gently swaying as she reaches back and drags the rough

leaf through the crack of her firm backside.

You take a leaf for yourself and, in your morbid curiosity, glance back as you wipe to see seven little piles in a perfect formation, their odor

carried away in the wind of the open air.

Rainbow is already splashing in the waist-deep water of the nearby creek, and Rarity walks daintily across the grass on her tiptoes, her shapely white

backside looking no worse for wear. You toss your leaf away to follow the rest when suddenly –

“Hey, Nonny.” Pinkie leaps onto your back, wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs about your waist, catching your body between her thighs.

“So, how'd you like your first time?”

Her hair tickles your ear as she leans on you, and her breasts softly press into your back, the skin of her bare belly and chest cool against you, and

her nipples poking at you ever so slightly.

“Pinkie, you … Nevermind.” You clear your throat as you begin walking toward the creek with the others. “It was definitely a new experience.” Her

ankles lie wrapped about your belly, your diamond-hard dick bobbing slightly and bouncing against her feet as you walk. You can feel the scratchy,

fluffy curls of her pubic hair on your back.

“You'll come next time too, right?”

You think about mentioning that you didn't even come this time.

“Heh.”

“What's that, Nonny?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.”

Nevertheless, you think that maybe you could get used to all this.

“Sure, Pinks. I'll come next time, if everyone wants.”

“Woo!”

After that little exclamation (in your ear), she leans her head on your shoulder, and you feel her breath on your cheek. You also feel a sudden stream

of hot liquid pouring from the pink bush pressed to your back. It flows down the length of your spine and drizzles into the crack of your ass.

“Pinkie, did you just piss on me?”

“Uh huh. Is that a problem?”

“... Nah, it's fine.”

As you step into the water with the rest of the girls, it occurs to you that you won't be able to look at them the same way again. And they could

probably say the same about you. Strangely enough, you realize that you really do feel much closer to them after the experience.

It looks like Twilight may not have been full of shit after all.

>The End

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