>"Thank you again Anon for helping me take care of the animals. I know you probably have something better to do, so I'm sorry"
"It's ok Buttercry"
>"Actually it's Flutters..."
"I just love helping out friends"
>You are Anon
>And it's been 3 months since you got to Equestria
>It's been longer since you last had sex
>And today that is what you'll be getting
>You figured that Watercry would be the easiest of the bunch
>Well, her and Rarity, but Rarity doesn't seem like a very safe bet
>"Anon, could you pass me the pellets? I'd get them myself, but Angel bit me and the doctor said I shouldn't move my leg. I'm sorry..."
"No problem Mutterdry"
>"It's Fluttersh..."
"There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for a friend"
>"Thank you, Anon. And it's Fluttershy"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever"
>You pass the entire day helping Quadratie feeding, bathing and grooming the animals
>How could she support herself and her little farm was beyond you
>You thought she was the local vet, but whenever someone comes with their pet, she wouldn't charge them
>The thought occurred to you that she might be selling them
>But she seemed so very attached to those buggers
>She probably lives off of a social program
>As you were thinking of Nutterwhy's income, you failed to notice that it was already late afternoon and the work was done
>Finally it was time to guilt her into sex
 
"Wow Trippersly..."
>"It's Flutter..."
"It sure was a hard day today. I wouldn't mind taking a shower, possibly with yo..."
>"I'm sorry Anon, but I don't have any running water."
"What? What about the water we used for the animals?"
>"They have their own water. It's specially water. Very clean. So the animals won't get sick from drinking it"
"Um....oook...how about the river? We can have a swim, maybe play a bit of Marco-Polo..."
>"NO! We will get the river water dirty. The fish won't be able to swim in it"
"It's just a bit of dirt and sweat, Laddernye..."
>"It's Fluttersh..."
"The fish won't mind"
>"I'm sorry, I can't let you do it....please don't resist"
"Where do you even bathe?"
>"well, sometimes, when i have money to spend, I go to the public showers."
"Money to spe...It's 3 bits!"
>"I'm sorry Anon, but taking care of all these animals is really hard and costly..."
"No bathing...I hope you can help me out somehow"
>You run your fingers through her hair
>It's surprisingly hard
>It's like your hand is in a field of sludge
>And you are pretty sure there are leaves and sticks in her hair
"After all, I did help you with the animals today. And I am your friend. Maybe you can teach me about the birds and the bees"
>"Oh, I know about those, which birds and bees do you want to know about"
"The sensual kind"
>"Oh..."
>Her face got a little red
>But she took your hand in her hooves
>"I see now. It's only fair. You did help me out today and you are my friend. I guess I just have to do this with you. It won't be so bad. You do remind of my uncle a bit. He also liked to wear suits and was green"
>You both go in Sondercry's cottage
 
>It's time
>Finally it's time
>As Ludwigsny get's on her bed, you turn around and start undressing
>You take off your coat
>You start to unbutton your shirt
>And then, there is wretched smell
"Jesus Pony Christ Humblepie!"
>"It's Fluttersh..."
"I think one of your animals has died..."
>You turn around and you see that Wonderfry has spred her legs
>And the stench was coming from between them
>"I'm sorry Anon, but it's been sometime since I had a bath. But you look like you are into hippies, right? You're all green, all natural...i'm sorry"
>You could barely hear her
>You could barely see her even
>The stench was so foul that your eyes started watering
>But you can't quit now
>You are so close
>You wipe your eyes and search through your coat
>Luckily you always had a spear plague-bird mask, filled with lavender and daisies for just such an occasion. You keep it next to your hidden spaghetti pocket
>You put on the mask and proceed
>"A plague mask? Is that your fetish, Anon? Hehe...I heard that once, but it's out of context. I don't remember how the rest of it goes. I'm sorry"
>You pay her no mind and continue onward
>You start with a little foreplay
>You slowly run your fingers around her pussy
>You can sense the heat coming off of it
>You start massaging her
>She was already wet
>She was close to cumming, judging by her face
>You continue on
>Something was amiss though
>Her pussy juices seemed too thick
>You look down and notice those weren't any pussy juices you have ever seen before
>You take out your hand
>The juices were a venomous shade of green and slowly sliding down your arm
>You almost threw up in your mask
>Lavender and daisies, lavender and daisies
>You wipe your hand in the bed sheets
>To Hell with this
>It's been so long!
>And you are so close!
>You unzip your pants and thrust in!
>Rumblesigh gasps
>It was too sudden for her
>You proceed to fuck her
>It feels like you are fucking a bowl of cookie-dough
>Thick
>Slimy
 
>You can't be stopped
>You know this may mean your death from magical pony STDs, but you are willing to say you died during sex
>Just like that one poet-bloke
>He died at 71
>Rumour say, he was between the legs of a broad
>That thought empowers you
>You are going to make your ancestors proud
>By dying during sex with a swawpified horse
>"Anoooon....I'm gonna cum. I hope it's not a problem. I'm sorry if it is"
>You press onward you were close too
>Death through sex
>The most honorable death
>You are about to cum and suddenly
>You feel something press on your dick
>Looks like she is a squirter
>You noticed because her sludgy squirts actually start filling her up from the inside and you could sense the pressure on your dick
>You stop thrusting
>You look down and see the putrid liquids pouring out of her vagina and around your dick
>You pull out
>There is a small stream that slowly forms a blob in front of you
>...
 
>"Anon! Wait! You mustn't go into the river! The fish, Anon!"
>You jump in the river and scrub your privates quickly
>Filth forms around you and a couple of fish pop-up dead for comedic effect
>"Nooo...The fish!"
>You get out, take your clothes and leave
>Gunterkawai is left there crying for the dead fish
>Behind her a trail of slime leading towards her bed
>This day was not spent well
>Still
>You may find your luck somewhere elese
 
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