Rainbow Dash is fucking gross

>Day Anonymous in Equestria.

>Today wasn’t really all that special. Wake, work, chill, sleep. That is your daily schedule and you have successfully reached stage 3. Kickin’ back with a small bag of pretzels and listening to some calm tunes. Pretzels are great because it means you don’t have to cook dinner tonight. Yeah, awesome.

>You take a quick glance out the window to see there is MAAAAYBE an hour of sunlight left.

>Bleh, fine. Lazytime over. You’ve come to learn that daylight is a valuable thing. Doing what needs to be done before the sun sets and things get cold is for the best.

>You begin to do a little cleaning here and there. Sprucing up your lawn. Winding the hose back up. Picking up the lawn flamingo that fucking Pinkie Pie knocks over every time she’s in the neighborhood. She doesn’t even intentionally do it. It’s just like fate wants Pinkie to be around when that thing falls over.

>But that all takes a whopping ten minutes. Maybe you should go for a jog? Eeeh. Do you really have any other ideas?

>”Hey!” You hear something call off in the distance. Ponies are always talking and yelling at each other, so you pay it no mind. “Hey, Anon!”

>Oh, nope! You turn towards the voice to see a rainbow colored blur flying at you. You’ll give yourself three guesses as to who that is.

“Sup, Dash!”

>Rainbow Dash. She’s pretty cool. It’s been a few months since the two of you have really done anything though. She’s always pretty busy with her friends and saving the world and stuff.

 

>She flitters up to you with an adorable little smile before asking, “So whaddya doin’?

“Sprucing up the place a bit.”

>More like making it look perfect. Your house is pretty much your pride and job. Green grass. Bright white picket fence. Offwhite walls and a beige trim. The ponies call it bland. Fuck them. That’s what the flamingo was for. Plus, your place looks hella clean.

>…

>Yeah, you miss the internet.

>”Cool. Wanna hang out?”

“Sure. I don’t have any plans tonight. Any place in particular or,”

>”Just your place is fine. I like your big house.”

“Hehe, I wouldn’t doubt it. Afterall, I keep this place looking,”

>”It’s like, a fun house or something. Everything is extra big and fun. Hehehaha!”

>Keep chuckling, Rainbow Dash. Your retribution will be swift and painful.

>Before you can do anything, Rainbow Dash darts inside your house and you follow her in.

>She’s already making herself comfortable on the couch.

>”So what are we going to do tonight? Pillow fort wars? Booze race? Dance Party Extreme Double Dragon Daily Dose?”

“Nah.”

>”… A little game of hoofball?”

“We always know how that ends up.”

>”Heh, with you face down in the dirt and me doin’ a victory dance on your back?”

“I-I only let you dance on my back because it was like a massage.”

>She gives you a shit-eating grin.

“You wanna stay or get your ass thrown out on the porch.”

>”Okay, okay I’ll be nice.”

>She lies down on the couch and curls herself up, making herself look absolutely adorable.

“Good. I’ll prep a power snack so we can get some mad activity thinkage.”

>”… What?”

“Be right back.”

>As you walk back into the kitchen, Dash reels back from her curled up position, unbeknownst to you.

 

>You exit the kitchen a minute later with a bowl of orange and apple slices.

>And it hits you.

>There’s a… smell. No. A stench. The hell is that?

“Rainbow Dash?”

>”Yeah?” She’s no longer curled up. She’s now laying down on her belly with her legs sprawled out.

“You smell that?” You sniff twice, loudly. “Is that you?”

>”Whaaaat? Phbbbt…”

>You give her a shooty look.

>”I’ve been working out all day. Cut me some slack, man.”

>You shrug. That is a reasonable excuse. No harm in smelling a little B.O.

>Even if it doesn’t smell like it.

>You take a seat next to Dash, muching on the snacks you brought out for the two of you. The sun soon sets, and Dash loses interest in doing anything active. Now the two of you are just catching up.

>But the smell.

>It keeps getting fucking worse and worse.

>After a little bit, you can’t tolerate it any more.

“Okay, Dash? I can’t stand it anymore.”

>”Stand what?”

>You pinch your nostrils.

“The smell!”

>Dash sighs again.

>”It’s only a little sweat. You can deal with it.”

“No! I can’t deal with it. It’s… shit, Dash. That’s some gnarly stink you’re wearing.”

>”It’s,” Dash pauses for a moment, looking for the rest of her sentence. “It’s from wearing the Wonderbolt’s suit! I try to train in it a lot in it since, heh, I’m gonna be one soon.”

“No. No excuse.”

>You stand off the chair, and the smell up here is actually worse.

“Dash, use my shower or your own, but you REALLY need one.”

>You begin to walk for the kitchen before Dash stops you.

>”Wait! … A… shower won’t help.”

“You get in a fight with a skunk or something?”

>”No but… I’m not… clean.”

 

“Uh… a shower won’t work how?”

>Dash looks away and lets out an annoyed groan.

>”I’m not clean down… there, okay?!”

>Down… oh. Ew. Ew! Fuck! EW!

>”The stupid Wonderbolt’s suit gets it really gross and… and I didn’t think it would be so bad if I got lazy with washing it and… it got infected.”

>You retch as loud as humanly possible.

>”I can’t clean with my hoof because it’s so sensitive and,”

“Stop! Fuck! Rainbow Dash! Waaaaaay too many details!”

>”Well you wanted to know, so now you know!”

“Go see a doctor for that shit!”

>”I can’t! I don’t have medical insurance and… I just can’t okay!?”

“Ooh god.”

>You retreat back into the kitchen. The stench is almost non-existent in here.

>Until Dash follows you in!

>”Anon,”

“Dash, oh my god. Now I can’t get the smell out of my nose.”

>”I need your help.”

“Please tell me you’re not leaking or staining anything.”

>”You’re the only one I think can fix this.”

“And,” You stop, only now registering her words.

>You turn on your heels, making them squeak loudly.

“Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

>You pause for a moment.

“WHAT!?”

>”I’m serious.”

“WHY!?”

>”… N-no hooves…”

>You slowly raise your hands to your face in an overly dramatic fashion.

>”Hooves hurt too much and… and I can’t ask my unicorn friends to help me with this.” She raises a hoof and taps your fingers. “Anon. I need you to clean my smelly snatch.”

 

>You can’t believe it.

>You agreed to it.

>Five minutes later, Rainbow Dash is laying belly up on a sheet of plastic you laid out on your carpet with her legs spread.

>You exit the bathroom fully geared up in makeshift surgeons gear. The mask doesn’t hide the ever growing stench.

>As a last safety resort, you pull rubber bands over the wrists of your gloves so no pus may enter.

>And by the looks of things, there’s going to be a lot of pus.

>Dash smirks at you.

>”I know you’re not used to mares spreading like this, but don’t get intimidated now.”

“It’s bad practice to talk shit to your doctor.”

>”Ha! Suddenly you’re a doctor?”

“I’m not past the point of no return, you know. I can kick your smelly little cunt out right now if you’re going to keep doing this.”

>”Sorry, sorry! I’m just… nervous. This is how I cope with it.”

“Right, I’m not feeling too great about this either but… something needs to be done about…” You point to ‘it’, “That.”

>”I-I know. Whenever,” She audibly gulps. “You’re ready.”

>You approach slowly, making sure not to set off some sort of puss discharge from Dash’s little biological weapon here.

>After laying some necessary supplies next to her body, you begin to assess the damage.

>What the fuck was Dash thinking, leaving this alone for so long? Red sores and pimples surround her outer lips with visible bumps underneath her. The fur around her genitals is matted and looks like it’s covered in dry cum. To top it off, Dash seems to be discharging a little bit of liquid right now.

>The entire Wonderbolt’s team must be a horrid fuck.

>All fantasies of Spitfire, ruined.

 

>You haven’t done a damn thing and you’re already sweating. But the first thing to come to mind right now would be to disinfect the area of course.

>With no heavy duty disinfectants in your house, you settle for simple germ-away wet napkins.

>You pull one out of the cylindrical container and begin to lightly dab the infected area.

>Being this close, you do your best to hold your breath. But you’ve reached your limit. You’re forced to take a deep breath and her stench manages to partially make its way through your mask.

>You hold back a gag as you continue to disinfect the area. A corner of the cold, wet napkin lightly brushes over her overly sensitive lips, eliciting a surprised gasp out of her.

>Believe the area is… less gross, you toss the napkin to the side.

>Next you… uh…

>”Something wrong?”

>You have no idea what you’re doing.

“Uh… I gotta… pop the sores…”

>”Yeah, just do it.”

>At least one of us it eager to get it all over with.

>You bring a hand to one of the random sores closer to her pussy and give it a light squeeze.

>It easily pops, the small speck of puss rocketing out and hitting your mask.

>It had roughly the same effect on you as a bullet whizzing by your head.

>But that wasn’t too hard. All the smaller pimples burst nice and easily, but cause Rainbow Dash to yelp in pain every other one.

>Then the larger, well hidden ones prove to be a daunting task.

>You finger through Dash’s fur in her more sensitive regions trying to find those sores.

>Aaaaaand Rainbow Dash is obviously getting a little wet.

“Dash.”

>”The fingers… I can’t control it.”

 

“Just forget about that and think about how disgusting this is.”

>”Easy.”

“Damn right it is… fuck, Dash…”

>The bigger sores are much less explosive, but emptying them is a sickening task on its own. Each one packs twice as much as you’d expect, all of it chunky and sticky. Much more puss from these and you’d classify them as cysts.

>After clearing those out, you run your hands through her fur once more to make sure you didn’t miss any, which causes her to let out a light moan, despite trying to suppress it.

>You give her a quick glare which she returns with an apologetic look.

>But it looks like she’s cleared up.

“Aaaaaalright! I think the infection should clear up pretty quickly with all this shit cleaned up. Lemme just,” You take another wet nap and clean the area once more. “Yeah, I think that ought to do it.”

>”What about the inside?”

>DASH! NO!

“It should be fine.”

>”But it stings when… It just stings. Please?”

>How dare she give you that pleading look with those eyes of hers. How dare she!!!

“Grrr. Fuck. Fine, I already have the gloves on and everything.”

>”Thanks, An-“

“Shh! I’m working.”

>No, you’re just frustrated.

>And extremely intimidated by whatever awaits you inside Dash’s pussy.

>But you’re not giving up! Not now.

>Carefully, you reach two fingers down and carefully spread Dash’s pussy lips apart.

>This is… this is a train wreck. What is that green stuff? Why is the left side of Dash’s vagina so dry!? Oh god, why is everything swollen?

>You really shouldn’t be handling this.

 

“Are you sure you can’t get a gynacologyst for this?”

>”Anon, please!”

“I’d fix it if I knew how!”

>”Just… clean it!”

“God damnit. This would be a hell of a lot better if I had more than disinfecting napkins.”

>You sigh before grabbing a cotton swab. You at least want to know what you’re getting yourself into.

>The first thing you probe is the green goop resting on her clitoris. It almost looks like it’s trying to avoid your touch.

>But of course, inanimate goop can’t run.

>And as a result of your poking and prodding, a massive shiver runs through Dash’s body.

>You opt not to say anything. Rainbow Dash chooses otherwise.

>”Aah, oh Celestia. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to get myself off.”

>No, Anon. Don’t respond.

>“Haahn, first thing I do when this clears up. Hah… oh yeah.”

>Continuing to ignore Rainbow Dash, you remove what you can with the cotton swab.

>After that, you believe you’re heading down to the home stretch. You grab yet another wet napkin, fold it up nice and small, and begin to stroke the outside lips.

>Rainbow Dash’s body begins responding to your gentle motions. You try your best to ignore it all, but the horrid stench now being mixed with Dash’s muskiness is penetrating right through the mask.

>With the exterior well cleaned, you begin to move into the interior. You don’t even know if this is safe. You’re so far beyond logic right now though.

>You hit the red, swollen areas with the napkin first, making sure to gently massage them with the cool napkin. Rainbow Dash lets out soft sighs every thirty seconds or so in response.

 

>As things progress, the napkins hold more and more of Dash’s juices than actual disinfectant, forcing you to go through them quickly.

>Much to your displeasure, and very much to Dash’s pleasure, you steadily speed up your process. Quickly skimming the labia and urethra, you hit the real problem area. Her vagina.

>Just touching it breaks a layer of some sort of dried gunk and causes it to flake off.

>Dash moans in ecstasy as you wipe down her sensitive walls, stroking every ridge and bump to ensure she is at least going to be fuckable in the next 20 years.

>But just as you think you’re finished, she fucking lets loose a tidal wave of her disgusting juices.

“Dash!”

>”Fuck you, you can’t blame me for that…”

 

>Half an hour later, after cleaning everything again, you claim it all to be good enough.

“What the fuck did I just do.”

>Dash rolls onto her belly.

>”You,”

“No, I don’t want to hear your side of it all.”

>”Well,” She moves her legs in several directions. “It sure FEELS a lot cleaner. But… how am I gonna keep it clean when my hooves still hurt?”

“…”

>She’s pouting again.

>”P-please… help me out… only until it’s all better?”

“…”

>”I’ll give you hoof jobs in return.”

“You used your hoof down there. I don’t ever want to touch it again.”

>”I’ll upgrade it to blow jobs, then.”

“Deal.”

>”Good, cus I could go for a good cleaning right now.”

>She winks at you.

>And despite everything that just happened. Despite how much this mare has disgusted you,

>You just popped a boner.

>Good end… ?

>no not really