Continent Dumping
By: Blobskin

Contains: MLP, anthro, Pound and Pumpkin Cake, micro humans, unaware, diapers, mass death, scat, watersports
Version: 2

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It was feeding time when Mrs. Cake lifted the twins out of their crib. Taking a seat at the edge of the room, she pulled open her button shirt and offered her large tits to the pair. Pound and Pumpkin, having just woken up, were hungry and eagerly got to work. While their mother was distracted, numerous humans smaller than dust mites tumbled out of both diapers. The first victims of the coming ordeal slid down Mrs. Cake's pajama bottoms, never to be seen again, while the twins greedily filled their bellies.

A loud gurgle came from Pound's belly and he pulled away from his mother's teat. Pumpkin did the same, more lazily and with a sleepy droop to her eyes. Pound shifted in his mother's arms, holding his young gut in discomfort. The helpless continent under his rear cracked into ever more pieces with each twitch. The colt grunted and his eyes squeezed shut. Mrs. Cake quickly realized what was coming and sighed in resignation, ignorant of the millions of lives at stake.

Pumpkin fell against her mother's teat again, but didn't resume drinking. She wanted to go back to sleep. The landmasses trapped beneath her were squeezed between two cushions. Her plush baby soft rump and the padded plastic of her extra absorbent diaper.

Humans screamed. Entire cities slipped into the massive fissures opening around them. Desperate people fled the toppling skyscrapers. Rubble and traffic blocked the highways. Overpasses were rendered useless. Above, a sky of white titanic hairs taunted them. Some regions were pummeled from above when the "sky" would suddenly fall and then rise again. Earthquakes rocked people off their feet.

As Pound groaned, his young body still not entirely use to the act, the tiny world below him trembled from the echo. His cheeks clench, pulling together tightly and tearing millions of acres of land apart in the blink of an eye. One "lucky" metropolis (what was left of it) could see the two crescent shapes above them begin to part. People froze where they were, as though time itself stood still.

They saw brown.

Something impossibly large was emerging from between the two crescents in the sky. Drops of liquid oozed around the pail hairs of the massive rear. Like raindrops the size of mountains, the salty liquid cascaded down upon the helpless world. Outside, Mrs. Cake merely observed as Pound sweat from the effort. His little grunts proof of his struggle.

The brown cylinder stunk and bathed the world in a horrid stench. Those who were still alive gagged for breath. Then the log began to droop, its round end aimed at the first of many helpless ruins. When it landed, a shock-wave shot out and the land deformed as though a comet had fallen. Miles away men and women gaped at the terror of the falling brown planet. More cracks riddled the ground and the slim brown monster kept coming, forcing it to bend and curl as it lay upon the doomed world, its impossible weight flattening anything in its path.

Finally, it tapered off. As though cut from the source. The end dropped atop the rest of the stinking heap and the entire mound flattened outward, rolling over yet more helpless humans in the surrounding countryside.

Pumpkin sat in the crib, slowly drifting back to sleep. Mrs. Cake, now with her other arm free, patted Pound's back, encouraging him and humming a relaxing tune. She could tell Pound had more in him as he took a moment to breathe. The young pegasus smiled and grit his teeth. He could tell the rest was small stuff and the hardest part was behind him. Meanwhile, below him, humanity had only a moment's notice before another great shit began to emerge. However, before it could become a long slender snake like its predecessor, it fell. Cut off a second after appearing.

It crashed into the pile and rolled over it. A runaway bolder that quickly wandered across the landscape. Yet another piece, this one slightly longer and thicker, came next. It collapsed into the pile and the entire mush buckled. Now there was little room between the tip of the mound and the hole in heaven above. Drops of sweat fell, gas stations and hotels disappeared in a flood of salt water that made Niagara falls look like nothing. The air was toxic. The grass visibly wilted and humans clutched at their lungs. Coughing did nothing for there was no good air left.

Yet another turd began to flow, but this one was softer, the structure... delicate. As soon as it reached the pile it began to break apart. Brown crumbs fell as the piece shattered and bounced across the diaper-scape. Dozens of little pieces danced over cars and cut across streets. Where one moment men were honking at the traffic in their way, the next a groove had been carved and the roadway was gone.

Pound grinned to himself. One left. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed. But his enthusiasm was too great and the last bit blasted out.

It was small compared to the previous turds, but to the humans it was moving at the speed of sound. It rocketed down from the sky and drove deep into the main pile. Chunks of poo were sent flying across the diaper, decorating its walls and landing on cities closer to the edges that had thought they were safe.

The smell began to waft up from his diaper and Mrs. Cake gave his rump a quick pat. Unknowingly plowing the continent hidden inside up into his plush rear. What little life may have survived was immediately obliterated. A quick glance at Pumpkin told Mrs. Cake she'd be fine alone for a moment. Standing from her seat, she took Pound away to be changed. Pumpkin babbled and waved to her brother, an innocent smile on her cheeks and a drop of drool leaking down her lip.

While mother was away, Pumpkin suddenly realized she felt full too, but in a different way. She squirmed and rubbed her short limbs together which caused the world underneath her to experience the greatest earthquake of all time. Like in Pound's diaper, this one saw the tallest buildings topple like dominoes. Some people could hardly move as they watched offices and apartment complexes bend over as though they were attempting yoga.

Huge branchless cream colored trees formed canyons along the unfamiliar sky. No one could tell what they were or had any idea what had happened to the once clear blue. Impossible crinkling white walls surrounded them and produced endless noise that dwarfed the volume of the loudest fighter jets. Suddenly, the world titled and some "lucky" inhabitance saw the sky slide above them until it reached a parting point. Where two crescent pieces now met bent further upwards, leading to... something. A pink crevice with walls tightly sealed together hovered over them.

Pumpkin squeaked with discomfort. She had been trying to hold it in, but she had reached the end of her endurance.

Finally, with a sigh, she let go.

People stared with mouths wide up at the strange thing. A yellow waterfall, a stream miles thick, plummeted from the sky. A sizable portion of the city of Bloomberg disappeared and for a moment everything was still. Then a mighty wave exploded into the air! Taller than any skyscraper, raging with power beyond measure, and yellow with the color of acid. It washed through streets with such ferocity that buildings were torn from their foundations. The crowded city quickly became a bare field.

Steam rose in thin wisps. Humans in the next city over screamed and ran for cover as they watched the wave dash towards them. Men and women were swept up in the mighty current and bashed against whatever else happened to have been caught in the surge. Those that survived for more than a moment immediately felt the burn. The acidic urine melted through clothing, skin, and bone. Devouring anything and everyone. People trapped inside their cars were not spared. Even as they were tossed about like paint cans, the hiss of burning metal rang in their ears. Windows that hadn't shattered from the impact of debris quickly began to fracture.

Chunks of earth were torn up and flipped over as the flood ran its course. Rivers were quickly absorbed into the spreading yellow ocean and town after town, city after city, was sunk beneath its depths.

Fortune smiled on humanity though and the flood finally ate through enough of the land mass to reach the absorbent diaper below. Suddenly, the impossible torrent began to slow and the faucet that was Pumpkin's urine began to dry. Her waterfall was now mere drips and, finally, it was over. The wall of yellow acid had eaten 3/4 of the land and cities, but now it flowed into the white walls around them, turning them yellow as well. People that had piled onto rooftops desperately pulled out their phones, but their was no signal. The cream sky above had cut them off from any satellite. They were isolated.

However, the danger was far from over.

Much of the warm piss had evaporated, flooding the air with deadly fumes that made it difficult to breath. A mist hovered over the people and many became sick. Pumpkin squirmed with discomfort. Her diaper was wet and her rump was itchy. Reaching back with a hoof, she desperately scratched at her rear and with her other hoof she scratched at her crotch. The result for the survivors was devastating.

All at once the crinkling white walls caved in around them and the land, weakened from its acid bath, was more brittle than a graham cracker. People were quickly crushed between island sized chunks of rock thrown up in the chaos. The world was warped and everything left in ruin. Not even a trained eye could have found a trace of humanity in that jagged wasteland when Pumpkin was finally itch free.

Mrs. Cake returned soon after with a clean and smell free Pound, only to pause in the doorway of the twin's room. As soon as the smell hit her she sighed. Then she smiled to herself and she shook her head. A mother's work was never done. Pumpkin would need changing too.

Putting Pound on the floor, she made her way to the crib and lifted the young unicorn out. Yup. Soiled through and through. Mrs. Cake glanced into the crib. It looked clean. Maybe it wouldn't need changing too.

With Pumpkin in her arms, fussy as usual, Mrs. Cake couldn't help but wonder about the dirt she'd found in Pound's diaper. She of course knew it was Pinkie. She was always doing weird things with the twins. She probably just forgot to clean them up fully afterwords.

The End