Fetish-shy, Hooves

> wake up from restful sleep
> swimming always knocks me out
> go about normal routine
> fluttershy at the door
> remember how she didn't act too bad at the beach
hey fluttershy, what's up?
> "w-would you like...to walk with me?"
well sure, why not
> she's remarkably well behaved
> I'm feeling good
> we were walking around in the everfree forest when she yelps
> "ah! there's something in my hoof!"
> check it, nothing's there
> "I swear, there is"
> don't know what kind of strange plants live here
> go to zecora, maybe it's some sort of invisible thorn plant.
> "calm your fears my child, no invisible thorns live in the wild"
but then what's wrong with her zecora?
> "with that, I have no clue, experiment is the only thing to do"
> she mixes together several potions
> test each one of hurt foot
> each tests does nothing
> last test
> zecora pours it on fluttershy's hoof
> nothing
> "this cure will take a bit, for I need to find some spit"
why not just lick it yourself?
> "not regular spit my son, but that from a human"
> my spit isn't regular
> go about licking fluttershy's hoof
> tastes like dirt and sand
> fluttershy giggles as it tickles a little
> after zecora claims there's enough spit, I stop
> fluttershy happy her hoof feels better
> I'm happy I don't have to do that again
> as we're walking back
> "so...anon"
what fluttershy?
> "did you like my hoof?"
not really
> "oh..ok"
> go home, clean my tongue with bleach and ammonia