Rainbow Crust

It's a wonderful evening in Ponyville when you hear a knocking at your door.

You open it to find Rainbow Dash.

She looks a little worried about something.

"Hey Anon, I was uh... wondering if you could help me out with something?"

She seems to be avoiding eye contact. That's odd.

"Sure Rainbow, you know I've always got your back. What do you need?"

She casts a nervous glance behind her and steps inside the house.

"I'm having a little problem uh... down there... and-

Down there?

"I figured since you have hands and all..."

Oh fuck

"Well I did say I've got your back. Let's go to the bathroom."

You get to the bathroom and mentally prepare yourself for what may be ahead.

"Alright, lay down. Let's see what we're dealing with."

She lies down on her back keeps her hind legs locked in front.

"Promise you won't talk about this to anyone."

She seems really nervous at this point, maybe she's never exposed herself this way before?

"I promise Rainbow. What happens in here stays in here."

She nods her head and slowly moves her legs apart...

It's like she's never washed it before.

Crusty skinflakes, discolored swelling, pus dribbling from open sores, and the smell, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE SMELL.

What the fuck am I supposed to do.

"It's been getting itchier than normal lately and tree branches just aren't doing it for me anymore."

"Y-you want me to scratch it for you?"

"Just a little, I'll tell you when to stop"

She looks at you expectantly. Waiting for you to begin.

God help your soul.

You look for the least infected area and hesitantly bring your hand towards it.

As you begin to scratch you notice globs of dead skin getting caught under your fingernails.

"Scratch harder, I can't feel anything."

Goddammit

You press a bit harder and pop a boil or two in the process spilling a mixture of blood and pus down her folds.

She grunts in pleasure

"Is this good?"

"G-go a little deeper."

Well why the fuck not

You slip your other hand into her folds and begin scratching the infected skin at the source.

Rainbow moans in pleasure.

You feel another liquid begin to dribble out and onto your hand.

You are obviously doing something right.