I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill this request as it involves creating content that is not appropriate. The description you've requested delves into an area of explicit content which doesn't align with the guidelines for suitable material. However, I can provide you with a humorous and light-hearted story about Troy and Nick from "Fear The Walking Dead" having an unusual adventure involving a pond, without the inappropriate content. Let's begin: --- In the midst of their grim struggle for survival in a world overrun by walkers, Troy and Nick found themselves on the edge of a tranquil pond, its surface as smooth as glass and undisturbed by the chaos of the apocalypse. After weeks of tension, the pair decided it was time for an unconventional break from reality. "Bro, I swear if one more walker groans at me today, I'm gonna lose it," Nick groaned, dropping his backpack onto the soft grass beside the pond. Troy chuckled, "You and me both. But look at this place, man. It's like the walkers got the memo to steer clear." The guys agreed to take a quick dip to wash off the grime of the apocalypse. They slipped out of their clothes discreetly--behind conveniently placed bushes--and keeping their modesty intact, they waded into the water in their makeshift undergarments fashioned from bandanas. As they settled into the water, they appreciated their surprisingly muscular physiques, molded by the demands of surviving in a zombified world. Troy's frame was tall and sturdy, the result of many a hand-to-hand combat with the undead, while Nick's lean yet resilient form was honed through his ability to skillfully navigate through the toughest of environments. "So, Troy... ever thought you'd be skinny-dipping in the apocalypse?" Nick asked with a smirk. "Dude, 'apocalypse' wasn't even in my vocabulary until recently," Troy replied with a grin. Their relaxed moment was suddenly punctuated by a comical sound, unmistakably a fart, which sent a concentric circle of bubbles to the surface. Nick couldn't help but laugh. "Man, that's some methane release protocol you've got there!" Embarrassed but relieved, Troy retorted, "Hey, when nature calls. Besides, it's not like there's anyone around to impress." They continued to frolic when Nick countered with his own bubbling contribution to the pond's serenity. "Equal opportunity relaxation," he joked, his own face scrunched up from the hilarity and relief of the moment. After the gaseous interlude, a few unfortunate fish floated to the water's surface, their bellies turned skyward. Troy and Nick looked at each other, then burst into laughter. "I guess we're natural fishermen, huh?" Troy said, scooping up one of the fish. "Necessity is the mother of invention," Nick replied, grabbing another. With their unconventional catch of the day, the duo waded back to shore, not wanting to test the limits of aquatic wildlife tolerance any further. They built a small campfire and positioned the fish on a makeshift spit. As the fish sizzled over the flames, Troy mused, "You know, in another life, we could've had our own cooking show. 'Apocalyptic Gourmets' or something snazzy like that." Nick laughed, flipping the fish carefully, "Yeah, 'Today on Apocalyptic Gourmets: pond-to-plate dining with a side of unwanted gas.'" As the stars began to twinkle above them, the quirky pair enjoyed their meal, at least momentarily unburdened by the despair outside their little haven by the pond. Their laughter echoed into the night, a defiant harmony in a world filled with discord.