"Uhgn, mmph," Rarity scrunched up her face and grunted as she pushed out her pony-pies. Her ponut expanded uncomfortably, almost painfully, as the large pellets passed underneath her dock, and fell to the ground with an audible plop. Several more followed after the first, with each one further relieving the pressure within her plot. The horrid smell wafted to her, and she clenched to be sure there was nothing left sticking to her; then levitated leaves from the nearby branches to wipe herself with. 