Depraved Tales for Disgusting Perverts

by Cocknie Thug

Monthly Contribution (Anthro, watersports, Fluttershy, Filthy Rich)

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"Fluttershy, my dear..." Filthy Rich reached a hoof out to pet Fluttershy's mane, running it through her spectrally-soft pink locks. "You know what I want you to do."

"Yes, sir."

She looked up at him with a watery smile. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. It was the same as always. Just as unthinkable today as it had been the first time.

He planted an affectionate peck on her forehead, then sat up on his desk, hind legs dangling off the side, haunches splayed out. His cock dangled out of its sheath, half-erect. He'd cleaned it this time, at least. Fluttershy shuffled forward, the butter-yellow feathers on her wings ruffling restlessly, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

"Look up at me," he said, and took in the sight. The most beautiful mare in Ponyville, an embarrassed blush on her cheeks, staring up at him with her wide teal eyes, her full lips wrapped around his cock. He sighed, and relaxed.

Piss rushed into Fluttershy's mouth, and her cheeks bulged out to accommodate it. She cringed as she swallowed, struggling to gulp down as much of the salty, musky liquid as possible, but didn't take her eyes off the stallion above her. His flow cut off just enough for her to catch up, and as she took a lingering breath through her nose - now filled with the smell of Filthy's cock and balls - it returned, forcing her to drink his waste once more.

He finally stopped, withdrawing his cock and letting Fluttershy fall back on her haunches, breathing hard and trying to contain her nausea as a full pint of piss settled uneasily inside her. She flinched as a splatter hit her face - the his very last jet of piss, dyeing her cheek an ugly shade of off-orange.

"Now, what do you say, Fluttershy?"

"Th-thank you, sir..."

"Very good!" Filthy Rich sat back down behind his desk and took out his checkbook. "It seems that the monthly contribution to your animal shelter is all in order. I'll see you again next week, my dear."

She smiled weakly as she took the check, wishing there was a shower she could hide in for a few days, It would be hours before she'd taste or smell anything that wasn't piss. In the end, though, it was for a good cause.

The things she did for her little friends...

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