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Hey everypony! I am taking commissions, here's a little info on it..

Now, if you know me from my videos or from other sites, you may be aware of my commissions already, but if not then I'm taking commissions for fart/scat/slob/grossness fanfics.

The pricing is roughly:

Small greentext-ish story (~500 words) 6$
Fanfic/ Full Story (~1000 words) 13$ (An extra 5$ for every over 750 words)

(Payment is made via PayPal :3)

Although I have only really released MLP fanfics in the past, I can write one for any other characters AS LONG as I am at least quite familiar with the show/movie/anime/what have you (so I actually know how to write the characters) and I am limited on taking OC story commissions, but please let me know if you want a stinky story featuring anyone.

Please contact me to discuss ideas if you would like to commission a fanfic from me.
Although I speacialise in Farts and poops, I am more than willing to have a go at writing ANY fetish you have (however I may not be very good at it)

Thanks a lot! Hope to get some commissions! :D

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There is a fact little known amongst Ponyville; amongst Equestria in fact. This is a fact which may, admittedly, compromise the pretence of one particular pony, but I feel that the world should know of it.

Fluttershy is a slob.

Surprised? You should be. When thinking of Fluttershy you will generally think only of one sweet, demure little mare who cares for her animals, and more importantly her friends.

You haven't seen her when she thinks nopony's looking.

She spends a lot of her day just sitting down on her flanks, reading through the same book over and over because she can't be bothered to change it.

When she eats, she eats large; she gets herself the largest portions from the greasiest, most artery-clogging establishments in town.

She proceeds to sit and eat this food straight out of the bag it's been given to her in or occasionally just off of her belly.

When she eats, she doesn't eat with delicate sweetness and slightness, she wolfs down abnormally large mouthfuls of junk and beats her chest when the food goes down slowly.

After every few bites of food and especially every sip of her drink, Fluttershy purposefully releases a loud, roaring belch which seems to suit a fully-grown stallion more than a mare.

When the food begins to go to her thighs, and it does, she doesn't care.

She takes this acquired chubbiness as a blessing, as it means that her farts come out more juicy.

On the topic of farting -- and it's a major topic for her -- I'm afraid I can't tell you the entirety of it, as at points the smell has grown so terrible nopony could be near to know.

When Fluttershy decides to let rip, she does so with a forceful feminine grunt, and flicks a grin of satisfaction when she hears the deepness and crepitation roll out like thunder from beneath her.

She just sits back and lets herself bathe in the souring, foul gases which slowly begin to rise and swim around her.

She sniffs contently at the garbage-scented miasma, and does no more than perhaps release another growling burp to just add to the smell and see how bad she can get it to be.

She sometimes likes to have farting contests with herself, using her animal friends as non-consenting judges as she tries with each bubbling, groaning emission to better the last one.

When they start to struggle in her thighs and scratch to escape their prison, Fluttershy does nothing. She just watches as the life slowly is sucked from them before her eyes and the noxious pollution her ass is billowing and letting slip wetly finally becomes the last breath they ever take.

Sometimes, the farts inject into her furry friends so deeply down their gullet that it rises back up into a post-death belch, which Fluttershy merely laughs at.

As far as stink goes, Fluttershy is perhaps one of the stinkiest, and doesn't even know how long it's been since her last wash. Her armpits, the most humid and sultry confinements you'll find in all of Equestria, possess B.O so obnoxious that you'd be able to smell its sharp bitterness from across the room.

She lifts up her arms and grins at the bush of hair underneath -- beaded with sweat and stink. If she's feeling especially naughty she'll like to belch right into her armpit and force an unluckily by-standing animal to sniff it close up; holding them there until they can't hold their breath anymore and their body forces them to take in a deep breath and pass out. When said animal finally becomes conscious again, she just does the same until they pass out a second time.

If her armpits can make animals pass out, then you would guess that the pit between her thigh and loins is a million times worse.

Her whole lower body is explicitly unclean, and radiates an odourous, almost cheesy aroma.

She hasn't cleaned her pussy in the longest time, and as a result of this has left it stinking like rotting fish. The buildup of smegma and crust has grown so overwhelming around her lower body that even when she's farted, Fluttershy can still smell the deathly scent.

The elephant in the room, and the thing which I regret even mentioning, is Fluttershy's toilet habits.

When she feels like she needs to shit out whatever manufactured combination of junk food she's ingested, she decides what to do next based on how big the shit feels.

If she has to take a huge dump, she'll trudge to her bathroom and slap her fat ass down onto the seat, moaning softly to herself as her anus winks a wet, popping trail of gas before it gapes and begins to spew out her sloppy, copious shit.

It releases in thick, reeking packages of pony dung which splash her ass in toilet water until the shit out-ratios the water in the bowl.

When she's left her steaming mound in the toilet, she just leaves it in this state.

She would flush, but she just knows that she'll block the pipes.

Fluttershy uses her toilet in this way until her residue rises to the brim, when she flushes it several times until it doesn't fill quite so high.

If she doesn't judge that he has a lot of waste to pass, she'll just do it on her couch. This seems perhaps the most animalistic and disgusting thing a female can do, but Fluttershy simply doesn't care.

She'll rest back and start browsing over book again until she feels her thighs warm and wetten with a little rivulet of her piss. It stinks like fish, and stains her couch in a dark patch.

When the trickling piss dies down, she begins to deposit her solid waste, and sighs as she feels the greasy, gritty matter grow from under her. She shifts herself with a grunt to allow the excretion better passage: worming out and slopping over onto the floor with a wet splat.

She just lets the shit dry up around her butt to add to the cumulation of crusty feces that's already there.

On occasion, Fluttershy will misjudge her gaseous expulsions, and end up caking herself in a little more than just the stink. When, on said occasions, when the noise of Flutters' ass grows from a husky rasp to a juicy, squashy sputter the only thing she'll do is sit back down in her waste and feel satisfaction as it coats her lower thighs.

The perpetual stink of her cottage is ungodly up-close; she manages somehow to perfume it up enough to mask it when her friends visit.

Fluttershy is not aware that anyone knows her secret lifestyle, apart from her animals -- but of course they'll never tell.
Fluttershy is a Slob
There is a dark secret surrounding one particular pony in Equestia.. [contains gross things]
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Pinkie's parties were always a stand out. Everytime she threw one it was the only thing on anypony's lips for weeks.
One article of every party which was particularly memorable was Pinkie's Party Cannon; the term had become infamous.

As opposed to using a normal party cannon launch her convivial confetti and streamers, she used a far more natural method.




"Okay! Third attempt, gummy!"

A single dim light swung leisurely from the ceiling of the back room of Sugarcube corner as Pinkie Pie poured the small packet labelled 'party mix' into the pink, plastic party cannon.

It was late evening, and as the sun set in the sky outside Pinkie's plans for her next party continued.

The mix consisted of glitter and confetti, candy corn, and streamers.

This was the third party cannon she'd tried today; her friend Rainbow Dash's birthday was tomorrow and her friends had all agreed to hold a surprise party for her.
Of course, it was Pinkie's responsibility to organise the event and make it as fun and memorable as possible - two things Pinkie's parties always were.

The ecstatic pink pony covered her ears, and with an excited force bashed the button on the back of the cannon; it shook and released a thunderous crack as the debris scattered out and danced around in the light, but it was still lacking a certain something.

Pinkie Pie sighed jadedly and slunked to the ground.

"It's just no use, gummy, no use at all! All of these cannons are just so... Boring!"

Her pet alligator blinked indifferently.

"Exactly! They lack pizazz! What am I doing wrong? Is it the party mix? More confetti? Less confetti? More streamers?!"

With frustration the pony fell onto her back and moaned.

"I guess I'm just going to have to let everypony down; no one will want a party from Pinkie Pie after this failure."

As she wallowed around in self pity, something sprung free from the recesses of her mind; an idea she'd had a long time ago: one she'd never truly tried.

"W-wait... Hold on! Yes, of course! You're a genius Pinkie Pie!"

She shot up and dashed to a large cabinet in the far side of the room, opening it to reveal a myriad of the little bags of 'party mix' she had made.

"If this is going to work well, gummy, it needs preparation."

It was certainly a far fetched idea, but Pinkie knew that if she were able to pull it off it would make her parties something nopony would forget.

"I'm gonna need two packets if this is gonna work right... But how do I get them in....?"

She pondered, before turning to her pet alligator and acting as if he had given her a response.

"But of course! A funnel! All I'll need then is the gunpowder itself -- I think some baked beans and sprouts will do the trick!"


The plan was starting to formulate slowly; she only had one shot at the apex of the party so she had to make sure it was truly infallible.

The next day, she began putting it into action.

Pinkie laid up against the wall, leaning on her shoulders with her rear up above her.

She took the funnel and poked it around awkwardly until it met her wrinkled pucker.

She stuck her tongue out and focused as she felt the short end of the funnel slide slowly into her anus. The foreign object being stuffed inside her felt strange, but slowly as her pink sphincter enveloped it she began to feel at ease.

The two bags of her very own party mix were laid by her head.

Reaching up to them, her stomach shifted bunglingly and knocked loose a small amount of gas, sending it shooting out through the funnel with a brash, trumpet-like *frrrp*

Pinkie started giggling and snorting loudly.

"Oh wow, 'scuse me gummy, that one kinda slipped out!"

Quite enjoying the brassy sound, Pinkie purposefully let another fart reverberate through the funnel in a harsh *fraap*

Pinkie giggled uncontrollably again before leashing herself and getting back to the task at hand.

She held the first bag up to the funnel, pouring It in and grimacing as she felt the small pieces of party mix deposit quite deeply into her rectum. She wiggled her rump to shuffle the pieces around inside her, moaning softly at the tender sensations against the sensitive and fleshy walls of her bowels.

"Mm, that tickles~!"

Suddenly the sour odour of her stinky gas fell on her, and Pinkie coughed in surprise.

"Holy Celestia! Gummy, crack open a window, would you?"

After pouring in the second bag her rectum felt quite full. Every time Pinkie took a step she could feel the candy corn pieces jab slightly into the sides of her butt, making her flinch.

After a trip to the store filled with suspecting looks, Pinkie was nice and stocked up on beans and sprouts. In about two hours her belly would accumulate enough firepower to launch a missile.




"Pinkie? Is everything set?"

Twilight and Applejack walked into Sugarcube corner, the food for the party brought with them.
The two ponies stopped in their tracks as they immediately saw the setup.

In the centre of the room was a large punch bowl, supporting a giant ice sculpture of Rainbow Dash's own cutie mark.

The walls were lined with colourful banners and bunting, webbed across the ceiling next to the array of bright lights. Tables were scattered around the room, all leading to the large buffet table of as many cakes and treats as a single pony could dream for.

"This looks amazing, Pinkie! You've really outdone yourself!"

"It looks beautiful in here!" AJ added.

"Aww, thanks a lot, girls! It took all day to set u-u-u--"

The gas had start to kick in.

Applejack and Twilight looked at Pinkie in confusion.

"You, uh, okay, Pinkie?" Applejack inquired with a light giggle.

"I'm f-fine! I was just saying it spent all day to set u-*uuuuurp*"

Her two friends weren't quite sure how to react to the loud belch Pinkie had just eructed into their faces.

"That's gross, Pinkie." Twilight commented blankly, trotting away.

"Better out than in I guess!" Applejack giggled, following twilight to the buffet table.


"Sorr--*muuuarp!!*"

The embarrassed Pinkie Pie quickly silenced her belch with a hoof.

"Maybe it's best you.. Don't talk, Pinkie." Twilight grinned.

Eventually the guests began to arrive one by one, and as the room filled with warm chatter in the air, Pinkie could feel the cannon get closer to its release.

She had to time it perfectly, firing off her cannon the moment Rainbow Dash walked into the centre of the room: her friend's grand entrance.




Pinkie was desperately hopping from hoof to hoof when Rainbow Dash entered, everypony jumping out to shout "Surprise!!" Simultaneously.

She laughed. "Of course I knew this was happening, guys." She lied.

It was go time.

Feeling a hot burp slither through her lips, Pinkie waddled over to her friend, watching her face light up.

Whatever Rainbow Dash had planned to say was completely interrupted as Pinkie rotated swiftly, kicking up and tucking her hind legs in to let her buttocks bulge over the top.

With one loud, strong grunt, something shifted inside of her belly and a huge torrent of gas shot out of her, rippling her buttocks like undulating horse lips.

BRAAAAPT

A drove of shimmering party debris burst from the pony's rump in a warm stream, shooting up into the air and raining down on Rainbow Dash, who couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Th-there's more stock in the party cannon, Dashie! Sniff this one!"

FRRRUP

Lifting up one leg to increase ease of exit, Pinkie blasted out another deep and bubbly explosion of her now slightly dirtied party mix.

"This is so gross, Pinkie!" Dash chuckled. Somewhere on the sidelines Twilight sighed and facehoofed.

Shards of candy corn rained down with the shining, snaking streamers. It was just as majestic and wholly glorious as Pinkie envisioned.

"This stinks, Pinkie! Did you eat a dead skunk or something!?" Rainbow Dash was still finding Pinkie's makeshift cannon absolutely hilarious, despite the nauseating stench that came with it.

"Oh, you've seen nothing yet, Dashie! There's a big blast coming!"

"Oh yeah?" Rainbow Dash giggled, smirking as she held her face close to Pinkie's butt, grabbing either side.

Something certainly felt heavy in Pinkie's gut, but it wasn't as airy as she thought.

With a hearty, heaving push a wet fart sputtered out; an encore for a thick, long log of feces, shooting out of Pinkie's asshole with tremendous force and splatting onto the cyan pegasus' face, draped crudely over her mouth like a moustache.

It had caught the pieces of party mix in her rectum, making the poop shimmer.


Rainbow Dash froze, Pinkie began to blush deep crimson.

"Whoopsie! I guess that, uh, was a bit bigger than I thought, Huh?"

Rainbow Dash would have replied and voiced her disgust, but the abhorrently foul stench of her friend's ordure stained her nose; she wiped the slightly sticky loaf from her face and started gagging violently, trying to shout various curse words at Pinkie inbetween retches.

"I'm sorry, Dashie, that one smells really bad." Pinkie smiled and covered her nose, awkwardly shuffling away from her friend.

The life of the party had just flatlined; she had to resuscitate it.

"I-It's okay, everypony! Who wants some candy corn!?"

Pinkie's butt let out a short fart of embarrassment.

Frrpt~~
Pinkie's Proctological Party Cannon
Pinkie adopts a new party tactic her friends will never forget..
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Hey everypony! I am taking commissions, here's a little info on it..

Now, if you know me from my videos or from other sites, you may be aware of my commissions already, but if not then I'm taking commissions for fart/scat/slob/grossness fanfics.

The pricing is roughly:

Small greentext-ish story (~500 words) 6$
Fanfic/ Full Story (~1000 words) 13$ (An extra 5$ for every over 750 words)

(Payment is made via PayPal :3)

Although I have only really released MLP fanfics in the past, I can write one for any other characters AS LONG as I am at least quite familiar with the show/movie/anime/what have you (so I actually know how to write the characters) and I am limited on taking OC story commissions, but please let me know if you want a stinky story featuring anyone.

Please contact me to discuss ideas if you would like to commission a fanfic from me.
Although I speacialise in Farts and poops, I am more than willing to have a go at writing ANY fetish you have (however I may not be very good at it)

Thanks a lot! Hope to get some commissions! :D

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FreeToTheFall Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey, thank you so much for watching! X)
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Gassipons Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
S'my pleasure :)
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Yay~! It's an honor sir! :3
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