Untitled Floor one shot

>You stare down at the wet pair of panties on the bathroom floor
>resting in a puddle of an unmistakable gooey substance
>You let out a sigh, this fucking mare
>No matter how many times you tell her she at least has to keep the common areas clean
>She pulls shit like this
>Better clean this up before your sorry ass slips on it
>A wiggle of the door handle interrupts your biohazzard clean up prep
"I'm in here!"
>"S-sorry, B-but I forgot som-something in there!"
>Good, let her clean her own mess for once
"Alright, gimme a sec"
>Now, to complete your primary objective for entering this room in the first place
>Operation bladder freedom
>You take a step forward, forgetting a certain obstacle
schlick!
>Your arms spread out and swing in wide circles, futilely trying to correct your center of balance
>Time slows down as you fall backwards
>How could you forget to step around! Dadanon was right
>You are fucking retarded
>Well this is it
>This is how you die
>Felled by marecum soaked panties
>A fitting end
>Consciousness leaves you with a THUD as your head connects with the bathroom sink

>Be an embarrassed Floor
>You got excited in the bathroom earlier
>Anon had just gotten back from work while you were finishing up in there
>With that damn smell of human sweat that drives you crazy
>You couldn't help it, you had to 'relieve' yourself ASAP
>But during the act, and in your haste to get back to the safety of your room
>You forgot your panties, along with the rest of the mess you made
>He was probably going to get mad at you for making a mess outside your room
>You don't know why he's so obsessed with cleaning, things just get dirty again anyway
>Now you just waited to retrieve your panties, and face your roommates judgement
Schlick!
>huh? what was th-
Thud!
"Anon!?"
>You knock on the door
>Nothing
"A-anon are you ok?"
>No response
>You open the door and see him on his back
>Gasping, you run over to his side and begin shaking him
"W-wake up Anon! Please!"
>This is bad, you begin to panic
>WAIT! you read something like this in a moonga once
>With the hero mare, saving her poor, dying colt's life with mouth to mouth
>K-Kissing anon, just thinking about it is getting you fired up again
>NO!
>This is about saving his life, no lewdness involved
>Maybe after you save him he will let you...
>Focus, Mare!
>You take a deep breath, and force your face onto his and blow
>His mouth stays closed, causing you to blow a raspberry into his face
>Not to be deterred, you use a hoof to push down slightly on his jaw
>You blow again, but his lips still don't part all the way
>Think think think! He needs you!
>Ah ha! you can, u-use your tongue to part them all the way!
>Pushing back all the lewd thoughts you lock lips again
>Forcing your tongue through his lips, you begin to blow
>You keep at this, and you fail to notice your 'Life saving measures' devolve into a sloppy french kiss
>This feels right, this should save Anon. As your marehood begins to leak onto his clothes
>Somewhere along the way, you climbed on top of him
>Wait weren't you supposed to check if he wasn't breathing in the first place?
>You don't care, you are enjoying this far too much to stop now

>The first thing you feel as you begin to come to, is the throbbing in the back of your head
>Quickly followed by something moving in your mouth
>It tastes like morning breath mixed with energy drinks and ramen
>As your senses return to you, you realize something is also on top of you
>The fuck?
>You open your eyes to a face full of greasy black hair and begin coughing
>The assault on your mouth stops as the hair on your face gets pulled away
>Floor!?
>"It worked! A-anon I was so worried, but I saved you!"
"Floor what the fuck!? Were you kissing me just now?"
>Her ears go flat as you pick her up and set her on the floor besides you
>"N-no! I wasn't k-kissing you" She says as her face starts to turn red
"Floor, your tongue was in my mouth just now, what the fuck do you call that?"
>Her composure begins to rapidly break down
>"I-I was d-d-doing mouth to m-mouth to-to save you!"
>Her eyes begin to water, damn these horses and their cuteness. You couldn't stay mad at her.
"Floor... mouth to mouth does not involve tongue."
>You start rubbing the painful bump on the back of your head
>And then you notice the stains all over your torso
>God fucking damn it
>Floor is now fully crying
"It's... It's ok Floor, stop crying please"
>She whimpers, tears still trailing down her face
>She sexually assaulted you, and for some reason YOU feel bad
>Her intentions were good, at least
"Here, how about I bring back some pizza on my way back from the hospital."
>She lights up a bit at that, all 3 of her
>You definitely had a concussion