Annabeth Chase/The Stables of Triple G Ranch

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE AGED UP TO AT LEAST 18. ANNABETH AND PERCY ARE 21 IN THIS CHAPTER.

Annabeth slowly trudged up the muddy hill leading to the stables. She had been without clothes for days, and her slender body was covered in all sorts of grime and muck. She had no clue how she would do it, but she knew she had to try and save her friends, one way or another. But it was either this or suck all three of Geiryon's cocks at the same time, and she definetly did not want to do that. However, the more she stared at the stable, the more enticing the idea of backing out became. I mean, could it really be that bad being a harem girl to her former friend, Luke? Surely he would give her some mercy. It sure beat trying to clean ten thousand year's worth of poop. But then she thought about Percy. She had to do this, for him. Even if he was a dumbass sometimes, Annabeth still knew he was the one for her. She felt that, by agreeing to do this, she could prove herself better than that Dare bitch. So what if she had bigger tits, and a bigger ass, and a bigger personality than Annabeth.

She cleared her mind of those thoughts. She knew that right now, she had to figure out how to clean the stables. Luckily, Geiryon had agreed to move the horses to a seperate pen temporarily while she cleaned, otherwise there was no chance she'd do it. There was just one drawback, she wasn't allowed to use a shovel. Or any tools. She had to somehow transport all of the shit out of the stables in the next few hours with just her hands and mouth. She wasn't even able to get inside before the smell got so bad that she threw up. The stables were stacked high, filled with hills and hills of manuere. She pushed through and finally was able to touch the goopy brown substance. It was the most disgusting thing she'd ever touched in her life.

She knew in order to transport the maximum amount at once, she'd need to get two armfuls and a mouthful of shit. As she bent down to bite into the pile, she lost her balance. She tried to direct her fall backwards, but it was too late. She fell face first, mouth agape, into the pile. She couldn't think. She flailed and crawled around wildly, not escaping the overwhelming mess that surrounded her. She finally was able to stick her now drenched, head out, only to realize that in the chaos she had somehow got into the middle of the stables. She sprinted out as fast as she could, having just lived through the most traumatizing experience of her life.

There was no way she was going back in there. She had to think of another way to clean out the stables before her time ran out. She thought back to how Hercules had cleaned the stables. He had diverted a nearby river, washing away the muck. Annabeth saw that the nearest river was only around a half mile away. She quickly ran to it, desperatley thinking of a way to move the rivers flow to the stable.

As she was approaching the bank of the river, a naiad jumped out at her. The naiad was only wearing a starfish bikini and a seaweed thong. "You weren't about to try and move my river into that stable, were you?" the naiad questioned. "Because let me tell ya, I am not about to do that again. No way, no how. Last time, my river got so dirty I was basically a blob of shit for the next century. It wasn't fun."

Clearly, this nymph wasn't going to help. Luckily, Annabeth remembered a not-so-sun fact that could help her here. The term "motorboating" refers to rubbing your face back and forth rapidly between someone's boobs or asscheeks. The word originally came from Dionysus, who did it to one of his nymph followers. For whatever reason, that action caused the both of them to go flying through the air, in manner reminding him of one of Hephaestus's motorized ships. Maybe she could try the same thing to make the nymph divert the river into the stables.

Annabeth grabbed the naiad by the legs, swung her butt around to meet her face, and got all up close and personal with the nymph's ass. The two of them shot off like a rocket, zooming through the sky. Annabeth began to aim the naiad downward, towards the stables.

"I'll get you for this, Annabeth Chase. I have friends everywhere in the southwest, including your home city of San Francisco. Next time you are relaxing in a pool with your friends, BAM the pool is made of shit. Anytime you take a shower, WHAMO you're showering in shit. Next time you go to flush the toilet, the toilet will flush you. You will never be able to drink water in the state of California again. We both lo-"

And with that, the two beautiful girls crashed through the roof of the stables and sent a mountain of shit flying in every direction, which was quickly swept away by the newly formed river.