Potting Plan was the purple Pegasus who managed the fertilizer stall. His cutie mark was of a reddish terracotta flower pot which almost perfectly matched his mane. He wore rounded square glasses in front of his royal blue eyes, and a brick-colored shirt, containing some faded brown stains. There were rumors that he and Fluttershy were going out, but Daisy wasn't so sure about this. She'd never seen them together, but that didn't mean this was false information, either. Not that she cared. Daisy didn't have any feelings for him, so why bother to figure out the details?
Daisy looked over at the stall. There was nopony else in line.
"Lucky me," Daisy said aloud, just far enough from the stall so that Potting couldn't hear her.
She began to trudge to the stall, hoping sompony would get there before her and buy her some time. Sunshower Raindrops, a yellow-orange Pegasus with an aqua mane, flew down to the ground as if she could hear Daisy's plead. Daisy watched her closely, waiting for her to trot Potting Plan, but after buying a few fresh fruits, she flew into the air again. Daisy continued to wish for another pony to come by, but nopony did. She then picked her teeth of bits of carrot, as carefully and slowly as possible, before recounting the bits in her saddlebags. After these had been carried out, she couldn't think of any more ways to procrastinate, and grunted angrily. It wouldn't have mattered, anyways. She'd had to pick up the pace soon before Potting Plan noticed and asked what was wrong. In her explanation, Daisy would most likely slip and hurt the Stallion's feelings. His fertilizer stunk like nothing else, but Potting was nice, and didn't deserve the insult, even if it wasn't directly about him.
Daisy took a deep breath before walking in front of the stall, as she always had a hard time breathing through her mouth, especially considering she'd need to talk naturally, and her nose was clearly not an option at this point.
"Hi Potting."
"Hey there, Daisy!"
Daisy could feel the fumes from the bags behind the stallion snake their way up her nose. Daisy snorted slightly, pushing away the smell, though she knew it'd be back. Little did she know how much the snort would cost her, as Potting had time to start a conversation.
"Lovely weather, huh?"
Daisy's green tail was already twitching, a result of discomfort from lack of oxygen. She quickly planned a response that would use the least amount of words possible, wanting to save air.
"Yes."
"It's usually a bit chilly this time of year, and it's nice not to wear a sweater for once."
Daisy could feel her head pounding now, but she was forced to answer.
"Yup."
Daisy's whole body began to tighten, her body not just uncomfortable anymore, but dangerously close to sucking in a needed gulp of air. Her throat involuntarily squeezed, but she was forced to hope the feeling would pass by, even though she knew it wouldn't. Her ears and forelegs had joined her tail in an erratic display. Perhaps she could last a bit longer if she could quickly buy . . .
"Now that I think about it, I don't really have a sweater, just a shirt for warm days, and a coat for cold ones. Maybe I should buy . . ."
A loud exhale came from Daisy's mouth before she was forced to take a breath. The putrid air around her immediately gushed into her nose and mouth, as if the concentration of the smell had lingered by each, waiting for a chance to enter. Daisy began to cough violently as the smell pooled in the back of her throat, like honey in a teacup, and choked her with its fumes, eyes starting to water. She always smelled it first, the shock greater than being plunged into a lake of frigid water, but that was never really the worst part. It wasn't long before she could feel the fire in her muzzle, and the squeezing feeling in her lungs, like somepony was trying to make applesauce out of them. Then she began to taste it. A swarm of dying slugs might as well coat her tongue.
Daisy predicted that this is what it would be like if she were sent to Tartarus.
"Are . . . are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Daisy wheezed before another loud cough flew from her mouth. "My throat just got dry." The stallion was still a clear mix of confusion and concern, but Daisy refused to give any other explanation as her body made her take in more oxygen.
"So . . . I'll get you the usual amount of fertilizer then?"