Pinkie x Anon SCAT (eating/smearing)

	Anon arrived home from work and threw his coat on the couch, then walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion and stress. It had been another long day helping out at the Apple family farm, but how could he not help those poor earth ponies who have no magic, wings or fingers do all that manual labor when he was like twice their strength? Anyways, his girlfriend Pinkie Pie was apparently cooking something in the kitchen (undoubtedly something sickly sweet and fattening), shaking her rump back and forth and humming as she managed a frying pan with her mouth. She hadn’t even noticed him come home.
	“Uhhh…Pinkie?”
	She jolted into the air like a napping cat that had been doused with water. “Oh! Anon! Hi! Back from work so soon?” A giddy beaming grin spread across her adorable cheeks, Anon’s very presence clearly imbuing her with a newfound wave of child-like happiness and joy, as was usual.
	“It’s…3PM. I’m always home at this time. What’s going on?”
	“I’m cooking up a remedy for stomach sickness. Zecora gave me the recipe.” Everything Pinkie said, no matter how negative, seemed to have an enthusiastic, gleeful connotation.
	“Why?” Anon inquired.
	“Because I ate way, waaay too much candy and cake and cupcakes and chocolate croissants and brownies and marble pound cake and coffee cake and—“
	“Okay, I get it. You went slightly over your 50,000 calorie diet.”
	“What’s a calorie?”
	Anon merely chuckled at that question. “Seriously though, how is it possible for YOU of all ponies to overdose on sugar? You’re like, the queen of candy.” That didn’t sound as good out loud as it did in his head.
	“Well, the SugarCube Corner was closed today and you were at work and I was really bored and so I decided to eat everything in the pantry but I ate too much and now my stomach hurts reeeallly baaad.”
	“Eating because you were bored? You might want to see a therapist about that. Or Twilight for that matter.”
	“Oh you silly, don’t act like you’re my dad. At least…not right now. OH!”
	“What??” With Pinkie’s eager, bold, slightly obnoxious attitude and demeanor, you could never quite tell if she was overreacting or if something was actually horribly wrong.
	Pinkie started squirming, almost dancing on all fours. Her face scrunched up, and she shouted out “Ireallyneedtousethebathroom!!” as one sentence. “Wait…shoot…how can I finish Zecora’s elixir if I’m in the bathroom?? Ohhh…”
	Anon’s interest in Pinkie that day peaked right then and there. He had never had the courage to handle this situation the way he so greatly desired before, but now was the time. It would require some cautionary affirmative action. He ran over to Pinkie and picked her front end up, wrapping her in a tight hug.
	“Anon! Wha—what are you doing??” Pinkie struggled for a moment, but then realized that it was only making her situation more urgent physically. “Let go!”
	Before Anon allowed his all-consuming fetishistic lust to pour out from his heart and soul (and dick), he instinctively clicked off the burner on the stove with the twist of a dial. There. Nothing would ruin this act of perversion that would transpire in his very kitchen.
	“Why did you turn off the stove? Will you at least let me use the bathroom? What is WRONG with you today?”
	“You can use the bathroom.”
	“Okay…then let me go!”
	“On me.”
	“Excuse me?”
	“IN me.”
	“WHAT? What are you talking about?”
	“You know…”
	“Like…sexually? You’re…you’re into that?”
	“Um…yeah. Yeah, I am. I don’t know how else to say it, so I’ll put it very bluntly: I really, really want to eat your shit. Desperately. I’ll do anything. Just let me, this one time. Go right in my mouth.”
	“Well I never really had you pegged as a super kinky one Anon, but in all honesty that’s a pleasant surprise. Most ponies and/or humans don’t like to get that freaky. That’s the kind of stuff you see in those foreign porn magazines. But hey, I’m not one to judge. I did blow off of a transsexual donkey’s uncut dick before.”
	“Thanks for sharing. So…I’m assuming it’s number two?”
	“Yes, the big number two. VERY big. Possibly somewhat wet as well. And it has to come out now.”
	Anon released Pinkie and she assumed a sort of squatting position. Anon lowered himself onto his knees and grabbed hold of Pinkie’s plump posterior, and witnessed before his eyes the unclenching of her mesmerizing butthole. Her cheeks were warm, soft, tender, and coated with a relatively thin layer of that unftastic pink fur. He squished them around with his fingers, and then brought his face closer. His hot, aroused breath caused her fur to blow ever so slightly. Her back legs were shaking uncontrollably now. Anon stuck his tongue out and took a slow lick of her crack, her musk invading every aspect of his senses that were heightened by the primal inferno that is the lust of a full-grown man.
	 Pinkie’s pussy lips were only a mere couple of inches below her anus, now dripping fluids with excitement and arousal.  Anon took two fingers to her vagina, and inserted them. He didn’t have a whole lot of experience with this, so he just wiggled them around, trying to judge Pinkie’ level of pleasure from her convulsions and her heavy breathing and occasional moan.
	As Anon fingered Pinkie’s marehood, he inserted as much of his tongue as he could into her anal crevice. Her tail tickled his nose and forehead. And then, Pinkie released her bowels directly into Anon’s anxious mouth. It was filled with her mushy greenish-brown log-like waste. This being his first scat-play experience, Anon wasn’t fully prepared, and he pulled back, causing the excess of Pinkie’s dump to splatter onto his clothing.
	“Anon?”
	Anon was trying to gulp down the mouthful of Pinkie’s shit, but the unfamiliarity of it caused him to gag slightly and spit some of it out, so he decided to slowly chew first. It didn’t have any particular flavor, it was like making a stew full of completely random soft vegetables and meats—it didn’t taste particularly good or bad, but the sheer lust emanating in the air around the trans-species couple was enough to give the illusion that Pinkie’s shit was like the most wonderful chocolate ever invented to Anon. It was like being in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, if Willy Wanka was a pink female cartoon pony who shit in your mouth.
	Determinedly, Anon swallowed the large amount of waste in his mouth. His boner was nearly tearing through his jeans at this point, so he quickly removed them, and then held his hands under Pinkie’s rectum. “Is there more?”
	“I—I think so…here it comes…”
	Their arousal was enough to filter the pervasive smell of Pinkie’s crap into something that actually didn’t seem repulsive at all. She squeezed out another slightly splattered serving of shit into Anon’s palms. He reached down to his dick and roughly smeared it all over his nether regions, the stimulation nearly enough to make him cum buckets right then and there. “Kiss me, Pinkie.”
	Pinkie turned around and gave a nervous smooch to Anon’s lips, but he pulled her in for a French one and gave Pinkie an invasive taste of her own poop, something that certainly surprised her. But she gave into lust, closed her eyes, and returned the French kiss passionately, then lay down on the tiled kitchen floor beside him and he leaned over her with the most intense intent in his eyes, and inserted his manhood into her gushing, winking pussy. There was shit on the floor, he pressed his right hand into it and then wiped it on Pinkie’s cute face. She cringed slightly at first, but the pleasure in her thighs persuaded her to fall privy to Anon’s powerful perversion.
	Anon’s overexcitement about the reality if this whole act caused him to cum far too quickly, pumping Pinkie’s cunt (which was already full of her own shit from Anon’s dick) with gloriously copious amount s of sticky white semen. Pinkie was still desperate to achieve climax but Anon had nearly passed out, considering he had already been tired from working. But when he heard Pinkie’s pout of disdain and dissatisfaction, he felt obliged to finish her off with his fingers, for his phallus was now flaccid. He managed to give her a half-decent orgasm, and then he gently fell asleep on the shit and cum-covered floor. What an absolute mess. Pinkie groaned and then went to take a long hot shower. When she got up, she noticed Gummy staring at her blankly. “Oh…uh…don’t tell anybody, okay Gummy?” she said aloud jokingly, as if it mattered.

THE END.