Twilight stopped on the path outside Fluttershy’s gate.

“That last time by the herb garden on the way out was definitely a mistake. Tangent, do you know who Zecora is?”

“Yes, the spooky-cool zebra swamp doctor who makes potions in the forest. Are we going to go meet her?”

“You are going to go meet her and buy a big tub of clop salve on my tab. I am going to wobble home, walking with my hind legs as far apart as I can.”

“‘Clop salve’, got it. Quick question?”

“Yeah?”

“What does ‘nootely’ mean?”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Discord.”

“Figures. The proper word, and I use the term ‘proper’ with a great deal of skepticism, is ‘nootle’. By extension, we can agree that one who nootles is therefor nootely. It’s a slang term for when you approach a mare from the rear, push your nose between her pussy lips, and start licking her clit.”

“Omigosh! I love doing that – I didn’t even know there was a word for it!”

I eyed her hindquarters hopefully.

“Nuh-uh. Have you already forgotten I just told you that I’m in pain?”

“Sorry! See you back at the castle, with your salve, Dear.”

“Later, Sweetie.” She kissed my cheek and my heart melted all over again. “Just tell Zecora whatever excuse you can think of for the salve.”

It wasn’t far from Fluttershy’s to the edge of the trees. I paused where the path disappeared into the shadows.

Before me stood the dark mysterious woodland of the Everfree Forest. I knew that meeting monsters was a possibility, but the morning sun was high and bright, I would probably be safe enough. Twilight hadn’t given me any directions to find Zecora’s dwelling, but I’d do my best to impress her by finding my own way through the various hazards of the forest.

—

Zecora looked down at me quizzically.

“Clop Salve, on the Princess’s account?
Why does she need it, and what amount?”

“Uhhhh,” I stammered, trying to think of a rhyme. It wasn’t easy on short notice, nor under these circumstances.

“Large; we ate one of Pinkie’s aphrodisiac deserts.
Then we made love until her pussy hurts!"

Zecora smiled at my effort.

“I don’t expect customers to speak in rhyme,
but you did well with little time.
I shall prepare the requested unction,
that delicate parts may blissfully function.”

She appeared to regard the conversation as complete; but there was another pressing detail on my mind as the water reached my chin.

“Thanks, Zecora, that's great, we appreciate you.
Are you going to pull me out of this quicksand, too?”

After surviving dropbears, and escaping a snake-tailed something that I did not linger to examine, quicksand was no way to die.

—

“Oh thank goodness!” Twilight had vanished inside the bathroom with the tub of herbal salve I brought her. Now she shouted through the door, “this stuff works wonders, really it does! Let’s go introduce you to the staff once I’m medicated.”

A moment later she was out, the smell of medicine wafting from her hindquarters.

“Hows it look?” She swished her tail up saucily.

“Delicious, but chaffed. I’m—”

“Don’t you dare apologize. That chaffing was well-earned!”

She flipped her tail modestly down again.

“Give it until tonight and we’ll see if your willing to put your money where your mouth is. Or maybe—” she gave me one of her wicked grins “—put your mouth where your money-shot is! Did Zecora believe your story about the salve?”

“Yeah, I told her that your pussy hurts from lots and lots of sex.”

“You told her what‽”

“She totally fell for it.”

Author's Note

Is it distracting to use the quote mechanism to set the blocks of rhyme apart?