A Messy Massage

Fleetfoot glided through the air, the cool evening breeze keeping her aloft. The grassy plains and rolling slopes passed swiftly beneath the pegasus as she flew towards a large mass of cloud. As she drew nearer, the features of the now recognisable cloud house became visible. The columned, multistoried architecture, typical of many well-off pegasi, grew larger and larger as she approached.
A few seconds later she landed on the doorstep. After a brief moment fumbling with her saddlebags, she fished out a key and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, she was immediately greeted by a yellow coated mare.
“Fleetfoot, you’re back, how was work?” asked the mare enthusiastically.
“Lousy, absolutely lousy. This year’s Wonderbolt trainees are all absolute arseholes, I don’t know how Spitfire does this every year.”
Slamming the door behind her, she flopped on the nearby sofa. “Blaze, why couldn’t you be with me this year? Soarin is a nice stallion and all, but he is terrible at keeping a conversation going.”
Blaze locked the door then turned back to Fleetfoot. “It’s only for a week, it can’t be that bad.”
Fleetfoot sighed. “I guess.”
“Cheer up, I’ve cooked us both a lovely dinner.” Blaze sat down on the arm of the couch and said, “It’s lasagne, with some asparagus, I know how much you like it.” She kissed Fleetfoot’s light blue nose, giggling slightly.
“So, did anypony see you come here?”
“No, no one saw me come here.” The yellow pegasus sighed, “Fleetfoot, why do you have to keep this hidden. It’s not like two mares being together is so outrageous.”
“It’s not that, it’s just you know, us two being Wonderbolts, the press. And it’s not like what we do is exactly normal is it.”
“True, true.” Blaze scratched her chin with her hoof. “Anyway, go upstairs and put your bags away, dinners almost ready.”
“Yes, mum,” Fleetfoot muttered as Blaze’s orange tail disappeared around the doorway.
“I heard that!”
***
“This lasagne is delicious!” Fleetfoot said as they both finished off the last bit of their meals. “Where did you learn to make this?” She noticed Blaze rubbing her stomach, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, I’m okay, I just had a big lunch today.”
“So, I think I might hit the hay early, today’s been pretty rough.”
Blaze looked at bit alarmed at this and quickly said, “S-surely your wings must be pretty stiff after today, how about I give you a quick massage before you go to bed, to stop you getting a cramp in the morning, heh heh?” She laughed nervously.
Fleetfoot, oblivious to her marefriend’s discomfort, replied, “Sure, your massages are the best. Where should we do it, on the sofa?”
“I was thinking upstairs, the bed is much more comfortable.”
“No arguments with you there.”
“Race you to the top?” Unable to resist the challenge, Fleetfoot took off and chased the yellow mare up the stairs, hot on her hooves. Wings beating and heart pounding, she drew level with her challenger, both navigating the tight corners and narrow corridors with the grace and skill only displayed by the most expert of fliers. As they neared the bedroom, Fleetfoot put on a burst of speed and shot through the doorway, landing on the bed. A fraction of a second later, the second colourful equine landed on the bed. The explosion of white feathers obscured the resulting impact. As the feathers settled, two ponies were visible on the bed, one lying on top of the other.
“Haha, I won, Blaze, what do you say to that?” However, she did not get a reply. The yellow pegasus beneath her had a rather strained expression on her face and looked like she was concentrating too hard to give any response except a weak whimper. “Anyway, about that massage.” Fleetfoot rolled off her dazed companion, “I won so it better be amazing.”
Nodding, Blaze got up and said in a sultry tone, “Alright, lie down on your front, close your eyes and keep your wings outstretched, this is going to be one massage you will never forget.” Doing as she was told, Fleetfoot stretched out on the bed.
“This better be amazing, Blaze, or you’re not getting any action for the rest of the week.”
“Oh, it will be.” Fleetfoot, with her eyes closed, did not notice the sly smirk that had appeared on her marefriend’s face.
***
Blaze’s hooves dug into Fleetfoot’s toned muscles, finding all the knots, and untying them with ease. Fleetfoot could only whimper and moan as she let her friend’s hooves do their magic. Suddenly, the heavenly rubbing stopped and she heard a loud groan. “Damn, she really is enjoying this,” she thought to herself, “maybe even more than me.” Then she heard a soft crackle, a relieved sigh and a repugnant smell hit her nostrils.
Swivelling her head around, she saw what her fellow mare was doing. A large log of brown poop was hanging down from Blaze’s once yellow anus. With a soft flump, the log fell, directly onto Fleetfoot’s back. The hot, sticky sensation instantly sent a spike of pleasure through her body. “Blaze…” Her words were cut off as another thick brown log joined the now growing pile of poop on her back.
“Shush,” the yellow mare’s voice dripped with seduction, “just lie down and relax, I said I’d give you a massage that you’d never forget.”
The idea of sleep all but forgotten, Fleetfoot moaned as she felt her marehood grow wet with arousal. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to her marefriend’s touch.
Blaze, now feeling about a hundred pounds lighter, looked over the clean blue fur and white mane of the pony beneath her. Then, with a soft push, she dug both her hooves into the shit pile on Fleetfoot’s back. Both ponies moaned as the brown filth gave way, spreading in all directions away from the yellow hoof. Needing the soft brown poop between her hooves, Blaze slowly pushed the scat up Fleetfoot’s back, leaving a trail of light brown fur behind them. When her dirty hooves reached Fleetfoot’s wings they stopped moving up and began to grind the filth into the sensitive nubs where her wings met the rest of her body.
“Fuuuuck!” Fleetfoot groaned, “Blaze, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”
Spurred on by her marefriend’s yells, Blaze rubbed harder, some of the shit falling onto the white sheets below the two dirty mares. Then, Blaze felt a familiar pressure in her bladder. So, she relaxed.
The yellow urine burst from her, showering the blue pegasus’ now brown back with the hot, salty liquid. As the last drops dripped from her now still relatively clean folds, Blaze could not help herself, she needed to be covered in poop. Laying herself down on Fleetfoot’s back, she felt the urine soaked poop squelch underneath her belly.
“Blaze,” said a breathless voice from beneath her, “you are one dirty pony.”
Giggling, Blaze replied, “just you wait, I can still see your cutie mark.” As she said this, she shifted side to side, the filth between the two ponies squelching as her weight shifted. Then she began to shift her body up and down, coating any still visible fur between them with a layer of scat. The liquid poop, finding no other place to go, began to rundown Fleetfoot’s sides, staining the sheets beneath them a dark brown colour.
“Urm, Blaze.”
“Yes, my little poopy pony?” The yellow pony’s tongue hung out as she ground herself along Fleetfoot’s back.
“You’re not the only one who has to poop.” With a soft grunt, Fleetfoot’s sphincter opened, revealing the large hot load inside.
“Wait, stop! Let me position myself.” With that, Blaze went upright, the soft runny scat dripping down her body, forming brown streaks in the fur on her legs. She positioned her marehood directly over her lover’s anus and then said, “Push.”
Fleetfoot did not need to be told twice. She grunted as she pushed out the thick log from her anus, its brown tip pushing past Blaze’s pink folds. No words could describe the pure ecstasy Blaze was in, as she was penetrated by her marefriend’s shit.
“Hgggr!” She moaned loudly as she felt herself being filled up by the filthy object. Little nuggets of poop fell from between the two of them onto the bed below, not able to fit in with the rest of the giant log.
“Uggh!” Fleetfoot grunted as she pushed out the last of her poop. As she finished, she felt a hot gooey sensation on her anus, Blaze was grinding her shit-covered vagina against her anus. The poop squelched between the two of them, filling all the space with its lovely brown warmth.
“This,” she gasped, “feels, so, good.” Blaze gasped as she felt Fleetfoot’s filth press and squish inside her as she rubbed herself up and down, covering her entire crotch and Fleetfoot’s hot blue flank with the dark brown shit.
“Hey Blaze.”
Fleetfoot called up, “Do you mind if you let me spin on my back, my belly is a bit too blue, if you know what I mean.” Blaze stopped her humping, allowing her brown and blue marefriend to spin over, exposing her still clean underside. Fleetfoot took this opportunity to take in the sight of her shit covered partner.
Blaze’s hooves and belly were completely caked in the brown filth, the yellow fur stained with a mixture of both mare’s poop. The cute little cookie between her legs was truly a beautiful sight. Not a single speck of its original colour could be seen through the thick coating of poop. “My poop.” Fleetfoot thought to herself. Just thinking about it made her grow wetter and wetter.
The moment did not last too long, however, as Blaze quickly leant back on top Fleetfoot, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as both mares dug their hooves into the small pile of shit that surrounded them, making long streaks of brown as they touched and caressed each other’s bodies. Soon even the manes of the two ponies had poop massaged into them, the soft shit coating their locks in a lovely shade of brown.
Now the room had really begun to stink, but this only drove the two ponies into a greater fit of passion. Then Blaze broke the kiss.
“What are you doi-” Blaze placed her poop covered hoof gently over Fleetfoot’s mouth. She then reached down and grabbed a small ball of poop.
“It’s time for a little face painting.” Fleetfoot closed her eyes as Blaze slowly dragged her hoof across her forehead and down her nose. The smell burned her nostrils as the yellow mare painted her with the hot brown sludge. Blaze then lifted her hoof to her lips and put the leftover shit into her mouth, before quickly kissing Fleetfoot again.
The taste hit Fleetfoot like a train, the bitter saltiness filling her mouth with is disgusting, lovely flavour. She moaned into her marefriend’s mouth as she let the taste wash over her. Soon, the little nugget disappeared, the two mare’s tongues dissolving it as they snowballed the brown ball between them. Not satisfied with that little taste, Fleetfoot pulled her lips away and gathered up as much poop in her hooves as she could. Then she stuffed all the hot brown shit into her mouth before kissing Blaze again.
This time the flavour was much more intense. Both mare’s mouths were quickly covered in the filth as they passed the disgusting meal between them. The kiss lasted about two more minutes before Blaze broke away, gasping for air.
“That was intense.” She gasped, “And so hot.”
Fleetfoot smiled, revealing a row a brown, shit stained teeth. “I do my best for the hottest marefriend ever. And now…” She grasped Blaze’s side and flipped them both over, “… I’m in charge,” She gave Blaze a little kiss on her nose, leaving a brown pair of lips on her yellow fur, “My little shit mare.” She ran her hoof down across Blaze’s belly, feeling the poop matted fur part as it ran down her body. “And do you know what I like more than eating out your pussy?” Blaze shook her head. “Eating out your pussy when it has a chocolate topping.”
Fleetfoot lowered herself down Blaze’s body, drawing eye level with her lover’s poop-filled pussy. She stuck out her tongue and licked slowly around the folds, teasing her marefriend with her hot breath.
“Fleetfoot, please.”
“Please what.” The blue mare replied, her tongue now rimming her marefriend anus.
“Please eat out my, ooh!” Fleetfoot had pushed her tongue past her anus and deep inside her rectum. Blaze could only groan as she felt it wriggle inside of her, and she was not the only one who was enjoying it. Fleetfoot was in heaven, the smell and taste of her marefriend’s arse, combined with the taste of both their shit mixed together drove her just wild. It was so naughty, so taboo, so filthy, and she enjoyed every second of it.
Removing her tongue, Fleetfoot made a big, long lick, from the anus right up to Blaze’s poop covered belly button. Blaze shuddered as the tongue circled back around, slowly moving back to her shit filled pussy.
She gasped! Fleetfoot’s tongue had started circling her clit, giving it little licks and flicks, each getting little moans of delight. For Fleetfoot, this was only the appetizer, and it was time to get to the main course.
Without warning, she dove her muzzle deep into the slurry covering her marefriend’s flower. Blaze could not help herself, she reached her hooves down and pushed down on the back of Fleetfoot’s head, forcing her tongue deeper inside of her. The sensations were too much for Blaze, the constant teasing, the smell and feel of all the poop surrounding and inside of her all came together as…
“Fleetfoot!” The dam burst as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
When at last the orgasm was over, she relaxed her hooves, allowing a grinning pegasus mare to look up from her filthy meal. Fleetfoot’s lips were coated in the brown poop, with small droplets of Blaze’s white mare-cum dripping from her muzzle. She crept forward until she was face to face with Blaze and whispered, “You taste delicious.” Before plunging in for another kiss.
Blaze could taste her own cum, mixed in with the mouthful of shit in her lover’s mouth. As they kissed, Fleetfoot began to hump her, rubbing her pussy against Blaze’s filthy crotch. As they kissed, the yellow mare heard a hissing sound, and felt a hot wet warmth wash over her lower body and trickle down her legs. Fleetfoot’s piss mixed in with the scat on their bodies, turning it into a hot soup of urine and faeces.
For Fleetfoot, this natural lubricant almost sent her over the edge. She felt the slurry wash into her lower lips, the little lumps tickling her clit as the two pegasi ground themselves against each other.
“Blaze, I love you so much.” Fleetfoot gasped as they rocked backwards and forwards, her hooves rubbing whatever shit she could find into Blaze’s yellow feathers.
“I love you too, you dirty, filthy mare.” The two of them kissed, their tongues explored each other’s mouths, the taste of poop flooding their senses. With a loud cry, Fleetfoot finally came, soon followed by Blaze’s second orgasm.
After lying on top of her for a minute, Fleetfoot rolled of Blaze onto her back panting. “That was one of best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
“Me too, your tongue is amazing.” They lay there for a good few minutes, recovering from their scat session. Then Fleetfoot got up and surveyed the damage. The white sheets that covered the cloud bed were covered with little nuggets of poop and brown liquid stains. The smell that filled the room was so overpowering that she felt herself start to get horny again.
Sighing, she looked down at Blaze. The yellow, now brown, pegasus was lying on her side, her eyes half-lidded, giving her a sultry look. “We had better get this cleaned up bef-” A wing covered her covered her mouth.
“Let’s worry about that in the morning.” Blaze pulled the blue mare back down onto the bed. “It’s much more comfortable like this anyway.” She reached out a wing and pulled the discarded duvet over the two of them. “And it’s not like we’ve finished or anything.”
The two mares kissed again under the covers. All that could be heard were quiet giggles and low moans as the two kissed, licked and felt each other’s filthy bodies for long into the night.