Salt Water Smells

@Joshua  
You’ll see.
 
F.F.: I mean like those huge ones.

Ocean Ripple: Oh, of course. PFFFFRRRAAAAALLLRRPT!

F.F.: Good mare… And, by the way, I think I feel something hard under me. Could you check it out?

Ocean Ripple: (looks down) Well! I can see the “hard” thing under you.

@Joshua  
F.F.: Well, what’cha gonna do about it?

Ocean Ripple: Hmm… what AM I gonna do? How about this? (sits on hard F.F.’s penis)

@Joshua  
F.F.: Oh, I see what you’re driving at… F)

Ocean Ripple: How about we SMELL what I’m driving at?  
BRRRRRRRRRT!

@Joshua  
F.F.: We’ll have to put up a hazardous material sign on the bathroom door when we’re done!

Ocean Ripple: Yeppers, we will. (starts rimming)  
Poot! Blrrrrt! Pfff! Prrraarrrp! Pffreeeet!

@Joshua  
Some time later, there’s a knock at the door & a voice similar to Clarabelle Cow’s stating that she really needs to poop.

Ocean Ripple: Oh, the stalls are open. Don’t mind us!

@Joshua  
The door opens and the voice is revealed to be Ms. Peachbottom, a pale gold earth pony with moderate chartreuse hair done up in a ponytail, wearing a pink shirt with a white, frilly collar & a cyan ascot.

Ocean Ripple: Oh, Hi Ms. Peachbottom.

@Joshua  
F.F.: You know her?

Ocean Ripple: She’s a close friend of mine.

@Joshua  
F.F.: You don’t say.

Ocean Ripple: And you don’t know HOW loud she poots.

@Joshua  
F.F.: Oh, really~?

Ocean Ripple: They stink real bad too.

@Joshua  
F.F.: How much compared to you?

Ocean Ripple: Twice as stinky as mine.

F.F.: Wow…

Ocean Ripple: And she’s proud of it too.

@Joshua  
F.F.: Sounds like MY kinda girl… Though, she looks as old as Mrs. Cake.