/flaremare/ My Little Futa: Missionary Position (one week challenge)


                                            (day one)

                                            >"Oh my... this is far too much! Are you sure?"

                                            "Of course! Though I must admit, I'll be taking some for myself too. Smells too good to pass up on."

                                            >"It does! Oh, my girls will love it! Celestia bless you."

                                            "Heh... yeah. I guess so."

                                            >When you ended up in Equestria, you were...

                                            >Surprised

                                            >To say the very least

                                            >Especially since you effectively woke up next to a burnt down bush

                                            >"Mr. Anon, I'm just about finished! We have a little less than half of our medicine left but it should be enough for them to last until they get back to town!"

                                            >A joyous lime green mare with lemony yellow mane trots up to you

                                            "Ah, excellent! It's just you and me so we won't need a whole lot to ourselves. We'll have to restock when we get the bits..."

                                            >You lean down and pet her head

                                            >She returns the gesture by rubbing her face against your palm

                                            >Aggressively...

                                            "G... good."

                                            >You give her an extra hard mane ruffle and retreat before she can escalate further

                                            "Grief!"

                                            >The mare opposite of your massive wok gives you a funny look

                                            >"Oh, it seems like you have a little admirer♪"

                                            "Ah hah... yup. Sure do."

                                            >If she even knew a quarter of it...

                                            "Right, well. Your troop has mess kits I take it? I'm gonna fix some for us, and I may have to take seconds."

                                            >"They sure do! I'll get them ready to eat right away."

                                            >The fillyscout leader backs away and trots off toward the half dozen poorly pitched tents

                                            >"Girls, Mr. Anonymous made food for us! Single line, we're all fine, let's get ready to rise and shine!"

                                            >She must have practiced that line dozens of times

                                            >As cheesy as it is, it works because every filly in uniform skips out

                                            >Except a pair that are covered in polka-dots

                                            >You're pretty sure that whatever it is, you're immune to it

                                            >"Are you really sure that it's ok to fix this much? We might be cutting it a little close..."

                                            "Nah, it'll be fine. Have you seen what grows out here? We can make it work."

                                            >"Food costs bits too..."

                                            >With the assisted ponies out of direct earshot, your companion finally speaks her mind

                                            "It'll be ok. When in doubt, it's easy to pick up a short term job. If we remember what we've learned, we'll come across everything we need."

                                            >You look into her rich lavender eyes

                                            "Trust me!"

                                            >"Well I do..."

                                            >With the matter settled, you leave the wok long enough to grab a pair of bowls

                                            "Gotta say, the dress looks gorgeous too."

                                            >It's only her second time wearing it

                                            >It's plain and black with white accents

                                            >Simple

                                            >But undeniably attractive

                                            >"I'm glad you do. If it weren't for you I'd still be... well. You know."

                                            >You share an awkward laugh

                                            >You sure do know

                                            "It's fine. For now, let's just relax and eat. Maybe we can compare notes with them later."

                                            >"Is that such a good idea if the troop leader got lost?"

                                            "That... is a good point. Isn't it."

                                            >You exchange niceties while watching the scouts and their guardian feast

                                            >You're convinced one of those fillies is actually some feral forest foal they found

                                            >This marks the fifth time you've helped out a group of ponies

                                            >How many more will you end up saving?

                                            >And then there's "saving"

                                            "Moral Support."

                                            >The lime mare's ears perk up

                                            >"What is it?"

                                            "Have you thought any more on what we discussed?"

                                            >"On charity, the mission, or the other thing?"

                                            "N-no "other thing". Not with foals around."

                                            >Something tells you that if you were one second too slow on that...

                                            "The mission. You're sure Equestria really doesn't have anything like that?"

                                            >Moral shrugs

                                            >"I dunno. I've never heard of one before. It doesn't sound so alien to have a group of people who just want to help out with things. But I guess I've never seen things get so bad that an entire town needs help."

                                            "It doesn't have to be a town. It can just be a batch of ponies that got lost."

                                            >"I know. But from what you told me... entire countries? Millions of people that need it? I can't imagine it."

                                            "It really is hard to believe. I still don't believe it but I saw the numbers. The money that went in and out."

                                            >You were part of a group that raised well over a quarter million dollars

                                            >You remember going to a tap room with some of your friends to celebrate and...

                                            >Nothing

                                            >Your next memory is Equestria

                                            >The burnt out bush

                                            >And Moral Support

                                            >Hunched over you

                                            >Masturbating like something had possessed her

                                            >Your lips tremble into a flat frown

                                            >Never once would you believe that shouting at someone would accelerate such a situation

                                            "Moral."

                                            >You maintain a faintly bitter expression

                                            >She doesn't seem to notice it

                                            >"Mr. Anon."

                                            "Your..."

                                            >You clear your throat

                                            "Your normal activity. Don't do that tonight."

                                            >"W-what?! But I-"

                                            "Will have to wait another day. Not until the scouts are gone."

                                            >And there are no witnesses

                                            >As much as you believe your goal is to now help the ponies of Equestria, where does this perverse mare fit in?