Is this mare for real? What kind of disgusting sicko does she think you are, offering you a diaper like that?!
...Oh right. The same kind of sicko that sits in their own manure and clops in it.
You quickly look back to the pegasus, who’s noticed how disturbed you are by her offer. She looks as if she’s about to burst into tears. You stand, drying her eyes with the hoof that isn’t covered in your poop and juices.
“I’m sorry,” you say, “but I’m really not that kind of pony. I mean, manure really gets me going but diapers...”
“N-n-no!” she stammers. “It’s ok. I was just afraid that you would... I wouldn’t want to have to hide my face forever...”
She stops and smiles at you. “To tell you the truth, I... um... like to clop in manure too,” she says, blushing the brightest that you’ve ever seen a pony’s cheeks go. “These diapers aren’t for me. I mean, I’ve tried using one before but... Anyway, they’re for a... um... friend. She helps me with my fantasy and I help with her own in return. The diaper is just a part of that.”
She must have some pretty interesting friends if a pony is willing to assist her in fulfilling scatological fantasies... And what kind of fantasy involves diapers anyway? You shake your head. You know that this conversation could be leading to somewhere interesting- possibly orgasmic- and you’re keen to press the issue.
“What is this ‘fantasy’ you have?” you ask. She shies away, too embarrassed to answer. “It’s all right, you can tell me.”
“I... I can show you.” She holds out her hoof and you keenly take it. You blush as you realise that you’ve given her the one matted in your poop and female juices, but the two of you just laugh it off together.
Sometime later, you arrive at the mare’s cottage. You learned that her name is Fluttershy during the walk to her place. You explain the reason for your visit- You’re just on vacation, looking for a good time. She promises you that you’re going to love this, and if her kind- if not slightly nervous- demeanor is anything to go by, she’s not one to lie.
She leads you round the back to a large-sized shed, big enough for for a small party. When she opens the door, you can sense the aroma of manure and sex. She’s definitely been a naughty filly in here.
“Usually I don’t want ponies coming in here,” Fluttershy says, “but I’ll make an exception if you take my offer.”
She flicks a small switch to the side and a bright light fills the single, fairly plain room. The feature is a round-shaped hole in the middle of the floor, covered by a sheet.
Fluttershy quietly mimics a drum roll before pulling back the cover. Like an explosion, a great stinking wave washes over the room and knocks you off balance. You certainly weren’t prepared for the smell; It’s as if a mad pony scientist devised a scheme to use the extreme flatulence of several dragons suffering from a bad case of the runs to launch a rocket into space using the noxious bursts. That’s also how hard and fast it hit you; You struggle to remain standing after the sensory assault. However, Fluttershy is practically drooling over the smell.
“Sorry,” she says, blushing again. “Look inside the hole... I think you might like it!”
You gingerly step forwards, your eyes beginning to readjust after the gas attack. You step back at the sight.
The hole is actually a pool of sorts, and it’s filled to the brim with semi-solid manure! You watch in awe as it bubbles about in spots, and you swear that there’s a thin trail of steam coming from it.
“That’s not underfloor heating,” Fluttershy says excitedly. “It’s really that fresh... Hot from the colon!”
“How... What...” is all you can manage as you stare at the slop. The look of it reminds you of chocolate pudding.
“You have Pri-” She stops herself, covering her mouth. “I-I-I mean my friend to thank for this. She fills the hole all by herself for me, and I help her with some... well... other dirty business in return.” She remembers the offer she made you. “Since you like clopping in manure, I’ll let you use the pool whenever you want. That is, if you take my place tomorrow when I have to go and help P-... I mean, my friend. I’m busy tomorrow, so I can’t... What do you say?”
She’s beaming at you, and you don’t know whether this is a hypnotizing method or not. But is this for real? You look back at the manure pit... Is she honestly expecting you to clop in this? What do you say to her?
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