Title:           World War I Anon 3
Author:          Anonbraham_Lincoln
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First Edit:      Friday 8th of March 2013 08:59:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 8th of March 2013 08:59:11 PM CDT

>Day Battle of Somme in Equestria...er, Earth
>Thou art Anon
>It's been 6 months since you were sent back home from Equestria
>Your personal ponified-hell
>At least you're home now, even if they fucked up when and where.
>France, 1916
>The German forces (and your own) are heavily bunkered into the trenches
>No man's land is a slant 50 yards
>50 yards of land between two separate armies
>Even setting foot on No Man's Land is a death sentence due to the new invention of the machine gun.
>That doesn't matter though, you're quite comfortable in your flooded, muddy, trench.
>You have not change changed shoes in about 2 weeks
>Ain't nobody got time fo'dat.
>At least you're getting a square 3 meals a week
>Feels good man
>Oh boy! Some Germans have raised their heads above the trench!
>You shoulder up your  Fusil Modèle 1886 rifle. Aim down the notched sights. Line up the steel helm of the German with the sights.
>Click
>Boom
>DING!!!
>Goddamnsteelhelmets.jpg
>You stomp your foot down in anger into the mud and water
>There's no drainage in the trenches, so there's piss and shit and ass floating around.
>You've been standing in it for about 5 months
>The Germans didn't even get here til 2 months ago
>Fuckin' Command.
Hmmm....My foot itches.
>Ah Shit.
>Welp. You got Trench foot.
>Son of a bitch
Sigh, Maybe I can stay out here a few more days before I go to get it amputated.
>There aren't any Germans in sight, so you head to a nearby dugout to air out the fungus among us
>Take a seat, and your boot off
>There's obviously something growing there.
>Feels hairy, but soft
>Socks caked with mud and essentially fused to your shin
>Thanks to your trusty ol' knuckle-duster trench knife, the sock doesn't stand a chance
All right, let's look at the damage.
>The skin all around your foot is a bright yellow, and a pink fungus is growing on the top of your foot
Hay-zoos Criest, There's already already hair.
>Your foot starts to wriggle and twitch
>Feels like something is crawling beneath your skin
>Two small sores and a long sore open up above your ankle, about where the infection starts.
Medic...
>The sores open wider
Medic!
>From the center of the small sores, eyes tear through the skin, Bright white with large green iris.
>The long sore sprouts teeth and a toungue
MEDIC!
>The nearby Medical dugout has been hit by artillery
>Strange gurgling noises come out of the mouth-sore
>you stare in horror as this...familiar...organism generates from your foot.
>It stares at you.
FS: Is Trench Foot your fetish, Anon?
No, Fluttershy
FS: But...but...
Go home Fluttershy.
FS: Not today Mister!
>Flutterfoot writhes and she gains motor control of your foot
>Fluttershy  rockets herself into your ass
>Just tore straight through your pants, didn't even stop.
>You thought you got away from all this.
>you didn't ask for this
>All you wanted, was the simple life
>A wife
>Kids
>A house with a white picket fence
>Then you wanted it all to be taken from you in a pointless, terribly over-zealous war.
>Fuckin' Footershy