Before you even have time to voice your disapproval, Scootaloo is face-first in the steaming mound of ripe pony shit.
Apple Bloom bursts into echoing laughter, and Sweetie soon joins her.
Scootaloo raises her head, her face fixed with extreme contempt.
She is now wearing a mask of dripping feces, and she is not one bit happy about it.
"L-Look at ya, Scootaloo! H-Hey! Rarity's always saying how good mud is for your pores, right?" The little yellow farmfilly starts rolling around, crippled by amusement.
"Girls? I'm not sure we should..."
Apple Bloom's laughter is cut short by a loud splashing sound. Scootaloo has covered her with a wave of scat.
Within a few seconds the fillies are play-fighting in the mud puddle, manes soaked and coats dirtied.
The smell carried by the wind is enough to wither a dragon, and the carelessness with which the girls smear themselves in the mushy slurry of liquid shit is even more sickening.
The air is not only ripe with the smell, but with the sound of the two fillies sliding over each other; wet, sloshing squeaks of skin on skin, lubricated by the chunky hot diarrhea from Sweetie Belle and the hefty loads of shit from the other girls.
"H-Hey! Wait up! Don't forget about me!"
Sweetie Belle steps back a few feet to get some distance, and before you can stop her she bounds into the air, wrapping herself into a ball and landing with a splash in the messy heap of dung.
Her coat is browned within just seconds as she joins the other girls in their repugnant mud wrestling.
All you can see is a writhing pile of filthy fillies fighting for domination.
Apple Bloom pins Sweetie down with her head pressed right into the muck, but she's quick to wriggle free and trip the shit-soaked bumpkin over backwards.
As if this display wasn't already repulsive to every sense, Scootaloo parks her rump right down into a little gathered mound of Sweetie's still-warm excrement and bubbles it up with a loud fart.
The other girls laugh, following suit and sitting down firmly into the mess to boil it with wet, rippling farts.
Sweetie turns her shit-caked rump to the sky to force out another butt trumpet, but what comes out of her isn't air.
It's shit.
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are showered in a hot ruddy cascade of fresh scat. It blows out of her with a wet, burbling sound and dribbles quickly into a smaller stream that runs down her legs.
"Eww! Sweetie Belle! I got some in my mouth!" Scootaloo hacks up her lungs and starts spitting the bitter flavor off her tongue.
"Sorry..."
Well, this is certainly a unique way to welcome you to town.
Just as you're trying to hold back your lunch, the girls start to..
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