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Not anymore

“I, uh, noticed a funny smell and, uh, wanted to get another whiff, to, uh, well. Anyway, I followed the smell to his, uh, crotch and I, uh, pressed my nose to his pants to smell it better. It’s really hard to describe, the, uh, smell coming from his crotch. I, uh, guess I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing at the time, but I can see now that pushing him into a corner and putting my foreleg up so he couldn’t move was an inappropriate thing to do. As was using my teeth to tear off his pants button, but then it was even stronger. It felt like it forced itself into every bit of empty space in my skull, and I pushed my nose back in even harder, and when he put his hands on my head I thought he was egging me on, and I could’ve sworn his yelling kind of sounded like my name, and I think some of his little hairs went in my nose, and then it was even stronger, and I don’t even remember putting my tongue out but it really reminded me of a salt lick after a hard day of outside labour, and and”

“Ms. Mare! For the last time, be quiet!” The little mare was hit on the back of her head with a ruler by a pegasus mare in uniform, which finally shut her up. Ms. Mare waited.

“Well?” The same pegasus said moments later.

“O-Oh, and that’s why I’m here with the rest of you at Crotch Sniffers Anonymous.”

“Good.” The pegasus clearly did not think it was good, but nevertheless was relieved to move on. “And now you can introduce yourself, Miss Rarity.”

Rarity’s hooves nervously pressed at the dress that perfectly covered her cutie-mark, and her magic fidgeted with the oversized hat meant to obscure her mane and face. She was glad to be wearing panties after hearing all of that, lest she leave a noticeable wet spot on her wooden fold-out chair arranged in a circle with the others.