Something stupid for /mlp/

Look at her.
Just... look at her.
The way she's offering herself up to you.
>"I'm sure there's a way we can help each other get what we want, isn't that right Anon?" she says in the most seductive manner a adolescent pony can muster.
Oh God, you have to do this.
You'll never get this chance again.
>You tentatively approach the bed the filly is splayed out on, showing you her soft little belly.
>Kneeling before her, you start to gently massage her forelegs as you lower your head to just above her hind-legs.
"Applebloom, do you trust me?"
>She nods slowly. "Of course I do, Anon."
>You smile
"Then close your eyes for me, cutie."
>She quietly giggles as she shuts her eyes and rests her head against a pillow.
>The adorable little filly lets out a gasp when she feels your warm breath against her belly.
>You hear her moaning as you continue massaging her forelegs, gently pushing them up beside the sides of her head.
>You applied some lip balm earlier, but you lick your lips like you name was James Smith anyway.
>You don't want her first time with a human to be with someone with dry, chapped lips.
This is it, Anon, now or never.
>As you lower your head towards your target, you take in as much air into your lung as you can.
>You then firmly press your lips against the filly's soft belly, causing her head to spring from the comfort of her pillow.
>"Anon, what in tarnation are you-"
>She never had the chance to finish her thought as you release the giant breath you'd been holding.
*PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPPBTPTPTPPTPTPTPTPTPT*
>Her eyes shoot open in surprise, then shuts with glee as laughter erupts from inside her.
>As you run out of air, you lift your head away from her belly and begin tickling the pits of her forelegs, causing her to further laugh with joy.
"YOU'VE MADE A BIG MISTAKE, LITTLE APPLE. YOU SHOULD NEVER TRUST THE TICKLE MONSTER!"
>You take in another giant gulp of air and restart your assault against her tender stomach.
>Between laughing fits, you an hear her trying to speak.
>"S-s-sto-stop Anon... HEE-HEE... I'm gon... HAA-HAA.. I'm gonna-"
>The warning came too late.
>As you finish your last raspberry on the little pony's belly, you hear a quiet bubbling sound from between her hind legs.
>...
>...
>No living creature should ever create the smell you are currently experiencing.
>It's as if everypony on the Apple farm was using the same barrel to shit in for a month, then piped the entire contents into your nose.
>You begin to sneeze, retch, cough and vomit from the smell at the same time.
>The result was you accidentally inhaling a good deal of your own vomit.
>The lack of air caused you to collapse on to the floor.
>Apple Bloom looks down on you with contempt.
>"Aww, come on Anon. It wasn't THAT bad."
>As the world starts to go dark, you have a final thought.
I should have just fucked her like the other Anons wanted.

Fin.

Told you it was stupid.