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World War I Anon 3

By: Anonbraham_Lincoln on Mar 8th, 2013  |  syntax: None  |  size: 3.02 KB  |  hits: 31  |  expires: Never
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  1. >Day Battle of Somme in Equestria...er, Earth
  2. >Thou art Anon
  3. >It's been 6 months since you were sent back home from Equestria
  4. >Your personal ponified-hell
  5. >At least you're home now, even if they fucked up when and where.
  6. >France, 1916
  7. >The German forces (and your own) are heavily bunkered into the trenches
  8. >No man's land is a slant 50 yards
  9. >50 yards of land between two separate armies
  10. >Even setting foot on No Man's Land is a death sentence due to the new invention of the machine gun.
  11. >That doesn't matter though, you're quite comfortable in your flooded, muddy, trench.
  12. >You have not change changed shoes in about 2 weeks
  13. >Ain't nobody got time fo'dat.
  14. >At least you're getting a square 3 meals a week
  15. >Feels good man
  16. >Oh boy! Some Germans have raised their heads above the trench!
  17. >You shoulder up your  Fusil Modèle 1886 rifle. Aim down the notched sights. Line up the steel helm of the German with the sights.
  18. >Click
  19. >Boom
  20. >DING!!!
  21. >Goddamnsteelhelmets.jpg
  22. >You stomp your foot down in anger into the mud and water
  23. >There's no drainage in the trenches, so there's piss and shit and ass floating around.
  24. >You've been standing in it for about 5 months
  25. >The Germans didn't even get here til 2 months ago
  26. >Fuckin' Command.
  27. Hmmm....My foot itches.
  28. >Ah Shit.
  29. >Welp. You got Trench foot.
  30. >Son of a bitch
  31. Sigh, Maybe I can stay out here a few more days before I go to get it amputated.
  32. >There aren't any Germans in sight, so you head to a nearby dugout to air out the fungus among us
  33. >Take a seat, and your boot off
  34. >There's obviously something growing there.
  35. >Feels hairy, but soft
  36. >Socks caked with mud and essentially fused to your shin
  37. >Thanks to your trusty ol' knuckle-duster trench knife, the sock doesn't stand a chance
  38. All right, let's look at the damage.
  39. >The skin all around your foot is a bright yellow, and a pink fungus is growing on the top of your foot
  40. Hay-zoos Criest, There's already already hair.
  41. >Your foot starts to wriggle and twitch
  42. >Feels like something is crawling beneath your skin
  43. >Two small sores and a long sore open up above your ankle, about where the infection starts.
  44. Medic...
  45. >The sores open wider
  46. Medic!
  47. >From the center of the small sores, eyes tear through the skin, Bright white with large green iris.
  48. >The long sore sprouts teeth and a toungue
  49. MEDIC!
  50. >The nearby Medical dugout has been hit by artillery
  51. >Strange gurgling noises come out of the mouth-sore
  52. >you stare in horror as this...familiar...organism generates from your foot.
  53. >It stares at you.
  54. FS: Is Trench Foot your fetish, Anon?
  55. No, Fluttershy
  56. FS: But...but...
  57. Go home Fluttershy.
  58. FS: Not today Mister!
  59. >Flutterfoot writhes and she gains motor control of your foot
  60. >Fluttershy  rockets herself into your ass
  61. >Just tore straight through your pants, didn't even stop.
  62. >You thought you got away from all this.
  63. >you didn't ask for this
  64. >All you wanted, was the simple life
  65. >A wife
  66. >Kids
  67. >A house with a white picket fence
  68. >Then you wanted it all to be taken from you in a pointless, terribly over-zealous war.
  69. >Fuckin' Footershy
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