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The Misadventures of Derpy Hooves Season 2 Episode 7

By Shroooomy
Created: 2024-06-22 17:52:19
Expiry: Never
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    The Misadventures of Derpy Hooves (And Friends!)
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    Season 2 Episode 7: A Day in the Life of Fluttershy!
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    Based on the art of WapaMario63:
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    https://ponybooru.org/profiles/WapaMario63
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    Fluttershy:
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    > The Best Pony Pact is a secret order passed one month ago today.
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    > An agreement penned by the mayor in a dark room of city hall signed by myself, the mayor of Pineville, the notorious spa sisters, a gang of nationalist earth pony supremacists.
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    > In signing this pact, we all agreed to operate under secrecy and fulfill our obligations to the deal.
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    > Though I read my portion of the contract multiple times before signing, my memory has grown foggy.
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    > The synopsis of my obligations written in the contract is to manage shipments of “Best Pony product” from the supplier while ensuring that each signing party is supplied with the agreed upon quantity (four barrels fifty gallons per party) daily and without delay.
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    > The milk required to fulfill this quota is hundred gallons per day.
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    > The milk is then sold through various channels at exorbitantly high rates by the nationalists and spa Ponies.
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    > Coupled with my duties is milk tax collection.
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    > I receive a portion of the milk profits which is then divided between myself and the mayor.
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    > The entire system is dependent on sales. Which fluctuate daily.
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    > But for the sake of simplicity, I generally earn six thousand dollars a day.
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    > Along with the shipment and tax collection, I am obligated in seeing to any matters relating to any consigner of the pact.
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    > This entails me to work regular shifts at the Old Ponyville milk bar and assist in any odd jobs which threaten or hinder operations.
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    > This particular caveat in our agreement has strapped me with a litany of degenerate burdens which challenge me both physically and emotionally.
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    > My compensation is a mere pittance compared to my associates, who I cannot fight or escape.
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    > I carry these burdens not for money or thrill.
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    > I satisfy the orders of brutes and snakes for the safety of my marefriend, who under my only request was for all parties to agree in keeping blind of the intricacies of the Best Pony Pony Pact.
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    > I stuttered my way through the signing process.
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    > It's not typical of a mare with reclusive qualities such as mine to find herself in these snake pits.
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    > Conspiracy, criminal enterprise and drug trafficking are not my forte.
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    > Though I am not completely without sin. I never imagined my shameful perversions regarding lactation. And my lifelong disposition towards the opposite sex would land me such dangerous lifestyle.
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    > Beyond my surface level fantasies I also admire the act of being dominated upon, engaging in sexual relations with lower mammalians and being found in compromised situations is frustratingly exciting.
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    > I don’t know why I’m like this.
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    > The pills I have been taking since I developed the capacity for shame have spontaneously stopped working and I struggling to function without them.
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    > Those who suffer with mental health may take refuge in their physical health.
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    > Regardless of how physically healthy they may be it serves as a coping with their incurable, invisible illnesses of the mind.
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    > A karmic way of thinking which hinges on the belief that there exists a deal
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    > I don't find no refuge in this line of thinking, because unlike those fortunate with fading facilities I am not physically healthy.
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    > My freakish stance is the result of a rare deteriorating bone condition found in a small subset of earthbound pegasi.
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    > A condition I’ve endured since the age of twelve after I fell to earth during the sonic rainboom.
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    > The same rainboom had also pushed my pupils into rapid overextension, inducing a permanent case of “Pupil Pop Syndrome.”
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    > In most circumstances I can see fine, though bright often lights sting.
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    > I treat my eyes daily by administering eye drops and keeping myself to low lit environments whenever possible.
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    > My ossian condition is the catalyst behind my abnormally long, thinning limbs.
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    >The disproportionate collagen to fat/flesh ratio causes me to suffer frequent buckling joints.
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    > The symptom is worsened by my chubby frame and heavy set teats.
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    > As of now, there is no known cure for the condition, but a strict diet and medication is believed to soothe the symptoms and negate further growth.
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    7:00 AM: Breakfast
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    > Muffins sat upright, leaning against our beds' headboard.
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    > The weight of her chest teats pinned her to the wall.
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    > The cheap composite wood of the headboard bends along her back.
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    > I laid to her right.
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    > Mirroring her posture, only stiffer and in a near catatonic fashion.
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    > It had been another sleepless night.
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    > I have gone many days without sleep.
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    > I don’t even know what day it is…
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    > But it hardly matters.
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    > The weeks have all blended together into an exhausting stream of sleepless half-consciousness.
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    > Muffins and I stared forward, looking at nothing in particular for a long and silent moment.
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    > My tired eyes twisted the room into itself.
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    > Like one of those colorless optical illusions a stage magician would use to hypnotize you.
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    > That black and white spiral pattern which seems to go on forever when you staring down its center.
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    > The world reflected back to me has devolved into an unusually wide perspective.
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    > The room slightly spinning and bulging along random points in my vision irregularly.
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    > The only tangible example that I can think of which describes this strange perspective is something photographers call “the fisheye lens”
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    > A novel piece of photographic equipment often used in artistic works to distort perceptions of scale and distance .
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    > The illusion animating in my eyes and across the walls of the cottage gives me a tranquil, weightless sensation.
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    > But it also causes my tummy to tumble….
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    > After several days without a wink of rest.
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    > The world became weird….
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    > Inanimate objects had learned to breath.
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    > The world had pulsated with waves of energy .
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    > These changes in perception also upset my stomach.
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    > I wiped my eyes and scanned the cottage.
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    > The mess was festive
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    > Decorated in jack-o-lanterns, plastic bats and stringy cotton spider webs.
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    > To my left, Muffins smiled proudly at the Nightmare Night decorations.
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    > Muffins has never done a single day's work of chores.
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    > But she always finds in herself; enough energy to litter the house with nonsense we both know she won’t ever clean.
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    > I’ve never been fond of Nightmare Night.
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    > But Muffins adores the holiday. Even though she’s well exceeded the appropriate age for trick or treating.
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    > Nightmare Night traditions are childish, and the two of us could not be more different in how we celebrate the holiday.
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    > Muffins indulged shamelessly in costumed candy collecting while I lock myself away in fear of fillies fitted in frightening fashions knocking at my door demanding treats and threatening me with tricks.
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    > Nightmare Night proves that both Muffins and I are equally pathetic in our own unique ways.
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    > “Pickles.” Muffins said out of nowhere
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    “S…Sorry?”
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    > “Do we have any pickles?” She asked
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    “Oh…I don't know.” I replied, eyes hitting the blankets draped along my lap.
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    > “I have a sudden urge for pickles.” She explained
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    “Muffins, It’s seven in the morning.” I said, eyes shifting from my lap to Muffins, who was staring up at me somehow adorning both vacant and smiling eyes.
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    > “I know…I’ve had an urge for pickles since I woke up.” She confessed, rubbing her front hooves together like she does when she gets nervous.
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    > I didn't acknowledge her on any emotional level.
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    > I’m far too exhausted
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    > I just nodded my head in agreement
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    “I see.”
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    > My gaze fell back over the blankets
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    > I felt myself slowly slipping away and into a passive zoned out state.
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    > I like this place, and visit often.
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    > It has a fuzzy texture and a warm feeling.
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    > It's like when your leg falls asleep, except it's your brain.
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    > It forces you to pause.
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    > Often I focus on one singular spot and stare without blinking.
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    > Sometimes the sensation last for minutes.
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    > I enjoy the dissociation because it's the only time my mind ever is truly silent is.
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    > In this state my eyes will flutter.
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    > I will become heavy and sleepy
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    > Sometimes I will drool
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    > But I could live here forever.
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    > “Fluttershy?” Muffins asked
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    “Yes, Muffins?” I jumped
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    > Her voice ripped me from my tranquil “zoned out” state and plopped back into reality.
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    > The sudden change in consciousness gave me whiplash.
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    > “What are pickles made of?”
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    “I….Uhhh…Wh…What are you asking?” I asked, scratching a nonexistent itch along the back of my neck with eyes cocked upwards to the ceiling and in the opposite direction of Muffins, staring intently at nothing in particular.
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    > “Pickles. What are they made of?” She repeated
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    “I…I think they're just cucumbers soaked in brine.”
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    > Muffins touched her hoof to her chin
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    > She looked stunned
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    > As if she had just learned an ancient knowledge or a juicy piece of gossip.
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    > Her right ear paddled along her mane as she stared off for a long moment.
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    > “Neat!” She squeaked
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    > I don’t think the Ponies who wrote the dictionary have a single word capable of relating how I feel right now.
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    > Surreal comes to mind.
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    > So does filthy
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    > Deflated…..Disgusted…..Derpy…
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    > “Fluttershy?”
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    “Yes, dear?” I replied, placing my hoof around Muffins neck, pulling her into my barrel tightly
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    > “Are we poor?”
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    “Umm…Kind of? Why do you ask?”
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    > “I read in yesterday's newspaper that in today's economy, most households require more than one income to be economically stable.”
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    “What are you getting at?”
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    > “I could try restarting Derpy Deliveries….If you let me that is.”
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    > She asked in a soft subservient tone
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    > Averting her eye, and rolling her hooves around themselves nervously.
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    > She knows me
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    “I think that would be a terrible idea.”
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    > “B…But we need money…And you're never home….And I’m bored.” She huffed
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    “We're doing fine Muffins. I don't want you to worry about any of that. I have our financial situation covered.”
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    > “But…If I had my own job then maybe we wouldn't be poor….And then I could go to the store… And buy my own pickles.”
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    “I think…” I replied, slowly drifting off again
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    >....
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    > “Yes?”
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    >....
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    > Muffins shoved me in the side just below my wings with both front hooves.
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    > The trance was broken
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    > My senses jumped back to life
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    > My eyes locked onto hers
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    > She wore an uneasy expression and pulled her limbs into herself to look smaller.
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    > Her ears flattened along her head and nose scrunched intensely, causing creases to her snout.
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    > This pose is one of the many defense mechanisms of a submissive Pegasi.
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    > This particular pose essentially translates to
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    > “I am harmless.”
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    > “Fluttershy? Are you feeling okay?”
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    “Yes….I was just thinking…”
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    > “Thinking about what?”
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    > I paused
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    “I think it's time for me to get out of bed.” I sighed
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    > I tossed the blankets from my lap and began towards the washroom a couple meters right of my bedside.
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    > “Work today?”
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    “I work everyday.” I groaned
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    > I entered the washroom and closed the door behind me.
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    > I inhaled deeply, allowing the cottage's sour air to run through me.
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    > The odor of rotting food, spoiled milk, hot garbage, sheets stained with urine, blankets stained cum, and the sweat of our poor unwashed bodies saturated the cottage.
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    > We inhaled this air with every breath
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    > It lingered like humidity, and plagued in the air
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    > The smells had even infected the cottage physically
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    > The smells, coupled with a season of moist Ponyville summer humidity incited various molds and dome capped fungus to flower freely from the predominantly wooden structure.
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    > A fuzzy patch of yellow mold encompassing the entirety of the top right corner of the washroom leaked an oil coloured liquid onto the floor.
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    > To my left was the bathtub.
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    > The shower curtain was ripped away long ago for some unknown reason.
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    > From the floor of the tub to the fungus infested ceiling, stood a tower of miscellaneous clutter.
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    > The clutter was comprised of all the items Muffins had salvaged from her home after the fire.
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    > It lie charred, stuffed and untouched in the cottages only shower since she moved in near half a year ago.
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    > I felt that dissociative feeling begin to roll over me again…
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    > I haven’t showered in months…
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    > A warm shower would be heavenly right now…
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    > I shook my head and broke from the trance.
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    > I then picked up my toothbrush and began brushing my teeth.
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    > As I brushed I opened the medicine cabinet behind the vanity.
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    > The hinges squealed and roaches rushed in random directions across the mirror and along the green tiles of the washroom walls.
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    > To describe our living conditions as unsanitary is an understatement.
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    > The cottage meets all the criteria of the EDCB to be considered by the government bonafide public health hazard.
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    > I know this because I read it in the Residential Zoning/Bylaw Reference For Health and Safety.
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    > I read the entire document before the spa sisters installed the Major Milking Machine 3000 (MX3) in the bedroom for the purpose of safety and discretion.
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    > The last thing I need are officials from the bylaw office being prompted to pay us a visit only to discover the curious trail of tubes leading to our drums of highly illegal mare milk hidden beyond the backyard garden.
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    > The unwashed stains of bodily fluid, rotting foods with the consistency of slimes, and mold so thick its like a forest is enough to make any right minded pony sick to their stomach.
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    > It wasn't always like this though.
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    > Before it became a house of sloth
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    > I.e: Before Muffins moved in.
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    > The cottage was my humble home.
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    > A neat and tidy sanctuary for me and my animal friends.
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    > After it seemed like all the animals had left for cleaner pastures
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    > A furry four legged friend scurried into my heart
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    > He lived in a nest of newspaper scraps at the foot of our bed.
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    > He would crawl up my legs and sleep in my mane
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    > This friend was a hydrophobic rat I named Foamy.
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    > He made Muffins very uncomfortable (for obvious reasons) And I feel only a tad guilty that I found her discomfort humorous, considering how little she's respected my home since she moved in.
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    > Unfortunately, I think that even he became worn out from living in this filth.
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    > He’s probably found himself a dumpster in town, or a more hospitable trash heap.
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    > It wouldn't be difficult to find one…
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    > I wiped my face and body with five single use wet wipes and brushed my teeth with my Dr. Hooves electric toothbrush.
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    > I downed my pills then returned to the bedroom where I started to get dressed.
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    > Muffins, who hasn't worn anything beyond a pair of mismatched socks and lace panties for the past two weeks, watched me get ready for work.
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    > “Do you want to do anything tonight?” She asked, twisting the suction cup attached to her right chest test.
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    “Like what?” I replied, shuffling through my laundry pile
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    > “I don't know…”
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    > I threw on my wrinkled old t-shirt displaying the Canterlot Gardens zoo logo.
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    > The logo was faded and buried under stains.
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    > I stretched a poor fitting bra of similar quality to my shirt around my teats.
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    > I looked like one of those welfare ponies of Manehattan.
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    “I’m starting breakfast. Do you want any?”
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    > Muffins placed her hoof over her grumbling stomach.
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    > “Depends on what you're making.” She giggled
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    “How about waffles?”
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    > “Sounds great! I’ll have two!”
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    > I dragged my hooves to the kitchen which was flooded in milk
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    > The sub pump made loud humming and sloshing sounds as I prepared breakfast.
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    > I made us toaster waffles and scanned the kitchen
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    > The kitchen was by far the worst part of the house.
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    > Muffins had fried the kitchens electricity with milk.
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    > We’ve been living with the consequences of that little mistake for a while now.
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    > The kitchen is a fetlock deep swamp of milk.
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    > Damp, dark and flowering strange fawna.
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    > I don’t know what we’re going to do when winter rolls around
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    > I don’t think I can stay locked up in here for three months breathing in this poisonous air while climbing over mountains of trash/laundry.
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    > I plugged the toaster into an extension cord running into the den, and plopped the room temperature waffles into the toaster slits.
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    > “I’m ready for waffles!” Muffins cheered, now standing in the doorway with the plastic tubes tangled around her legs, dragging along the hardwood making an obnoxious racket.
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    > Her tits hung free near touching the floor.
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    > Unlike her crotchteats, which share the same dark shade of her genitals, her chest teats are the color of her coat.
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    > All along both her chest teats were purple and blue veins of various size and thickness meandering towards her areolas.
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    > Her nipples enclosed inside fogged transparent dome shaped suction cups.
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    > Attached to the suction cps were the tubes of the MX3 which she now was wearing around her legs and torso.
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    > I placed paper plates on the dining table, and decorated them with the wet, flabby waffles.
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    > I brewed myself a tea and we took our seats across from each other.
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    > Muffins was quick to indulge in decorating her meal.
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    > She added maple syrup and powdered sugar to her waffle, then garnished it with a soggy pickle I had found in the very back of the fridge.
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    > “I can't believe pickles are fruit!” Muffins cheered
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    “Vegetable.” I corrected, staring blankly at my undressed waffle and tea.
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    > “Tomato, potato!” Muffins laughed
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    “I think the saying is…”
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    > Muffins stared at me with a vacant expression
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    > Her waffle, wrapped around the pickle like a burrito inches from her face, bled maple syrup over her tests.
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    > I’m sure there's an innuendo in this image somewhere…
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    “Ummm…nevermind.” I sighed
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    > I sipped my tea and my tired eyes scanned the kitchen.
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    > The walls had faded
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    > Turned green with moss and mold
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    > The bladed edges of broken dishes jutted from the pool of milky sludge.
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    > Roaches skittered along the walls
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    > I felt my stomach twist
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    > When my eyes fell back to Muffins, she had somehow managed to tangle herself further into the tubes.
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    > Her neck and left leg locked into place, the tubes constricted tightly along her breasts.
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    > The more she fought the tighter the tubes became.
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    “Honey, I’ve been very busy recently and would REALLY appreciate if you did a little cleaning today.”
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    > Muffins stopped struggling and glassed the room
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    > Her lips were puckered into a small O shape
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    > The tube around her neck was tight.
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    > “It looks fine to me.” She nodded, biting into her powdered sugar, maple syrup, pickle burrito waffle.
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    “I know…but maybe you could at least do the dishes today? You said you would….Two months ago.”
  394. 394.
     
  395. 395.
    > Muffins crossed her hooves over her chest teats, dripping sap and pickle juice along her pulsing mammaries
  396. 396.
    > She sunk in her seat and pouted.
  397. 397.
     
  398. 398.
    “Fluttershy! I can barely reach the sink with these things!” She whined, using her unrestrained hoof to point to her chest tits.
  399. 399.
     
  400. 400.
    > “You could when I asked you to do the dishes two months ago.” I shot
  401. 401.
     
  402. 402.
    > Muffins looked at the dishes in the sink
  403. 403.
     
  404. 404.
    > “Well…I would help with the dishes…But I still think they need to soak for a little while longer.”
  405. 405.
     
  406. 406.
    “Well, I think they've soaked for long enough.” I replied
  407. 407.
     
  408. 408.
    > “I don't know….T…They could probably soak a tiny bit longer.”
  409. 409.
     
  410. 410.
    “Muffins, you are aware that since you’ve moved in you haven’t done a single chore.”
  411. 411.
     
  412. 412.
    > “I help in other ways!” Muffins beamed
  413. 413.
     
  414. 414.
    “Like how?”
  415. 415.
     
  416. 416.
    > “My company!” She winked
  417. 417.
     
  418. 418.
    > The pickle slipped from the waffle and fell parallel between her teats.
  419. 419.
    > Now this is definitely an innuendo.
  420. 420.
     
  421. 421.
    “I’m done feeding you.” I said blankly
  422. 422.
     
  423. 423.
    > “Wha…But…Then who’s going to cook!?”
  424. 424.
     
  425. 425.
    “You’ll have to do it yourself.”
  426. 426.
     
  427. 427.
    > Muffins eye darted around the room at all the kitchen appliances she never bothered to learn how to use
  428. 428.
     
  429. 429.
    > “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” She said rather indignantly
  430. 430.
     
  431. 431.
    “Okay.” I sang “But there's no dishes, the fridge is filled with moldy food, theirs no electricity in this room and that was these are the last toaster waffles.”
  432. 432.
     
  433. 433.
    > Muffins looked at waffle in horror
  434. 434.
     
  435. 435.
    > I felt proud of myself
  436. 436.
     
  437. 437.
    > “Fluttershy, wait! I’m…”
  438. 438.
     
  439. 439.
    > I Trotted out of the room and slammed the door.
  440. 440.
     
  441. 441.
     
  442. 442.
    > I went through the backyard door into the garden.
  443. 443.
    > I followes the trail of spiny, silicone tubes cutting through the yard and into the forest behind the cottage.
  444. 444.
    > Just a few steps beyond the old white oak fence, hidden deep inside the rough of a large patch of wild pink feather grass sat twelve stainless steel drums.
  445. 445.
     
  446. 446.
    > I disconnected the tubes from two full barrels of milk then reattached the nozzles into two of the empty barrels.
  447. 447.
    > The silicone tubes running from the bedroom to the garden are connected to a large console inside my bedroom closet.
  448. 448.
    > The console is an appendage of the milking machine.
  449. 449.
    > The milk runs from Muffins teats via four flexible transparent silicone tubes designed with a raised rigid pattern.
  450. 450.
    > These tubes suck the milk from her teats and into the milking machine. A device no larger than a standard radiator.
  451. 451.
    > The milk is fed through the milking machines, through a series of pumps and into the console.
  452. 452.
     
  453. 453.
    > The console itself is a highly advanced machine which distributes the milk into the appropriate barrels through twelve three hundred foot tubes.
  454. 454.
     
  455. 455.
    > The spa sisters call this machine a computing device because of its ability to calculate which barrels are full and which ones are empty.
  456. 456.
    > I don’t fully understand it myself and I don’t dare touch any of its many flashing buttons.
  457. 457.
    > My job is to deliver milk. Not get bogged down in the technical aspects of the new age milk distribution processor clunking about in my closet.
  458. 458.
     
  459. 459.
    > I collected the two freshly filled barrels of product, rolled them towards the cottage and loaded them upright along the left and right rear fenders of my scooter. Securing the shipment with an excessive amount of rainbow coloured bungee cords.
  460. 460.
     
  461. 461.
    > For all her limitations, and despite my fleeting feelings towards Muffins. The mare doesn't fail to impress.
  462. 462.
    > Muffins can fill five fifty liter barrels in her sleep.
  463. 463.
    > Her teats never cease lactation while still remaining taut.
  464. 464.
    > They possess the power of constant growth.
  465. 465.
    > And since the curse became active her teats have plumed into the four gloriously growing gray globes of touchably tender, milk swollen fun bags which I grow more enthusiastic about the more they expand.
  466. 466.
    > Ponies lacking vision would probably say what has happened to Muffins to be a tragedy.
  467. 467.
    > But I think her teats are beautiful.
  468. 468.
     
  469. 469.
    > What is even more incredible about Muffins, is that when stimulated, she can produce around the same amount of milk in mere minutes.
  470. 470.
    > But, I don’t initiate that level of excitement in her
  471. 471.
    > (Speaking as if I possess such abilities anymore)
  472. 472.
    > No, unfortunately for me, she seems to only get off on the thought of other mares.
  473. 473.
    > I hate how she makes me feel, but the lactate fetishiest in me wishes I could turn her like I used to…
  474. 474.
     
  475. 475.
    > If things had fallen into place as perfectly as I planned. Muffins and I would still be deeply entangled in love.
  476. 476.
    > Our relationship is held tightly together by our incurable introverted inclinations and our obscene obsession with orbs, and the milk they produce.
  477. 477.
     
  478. 478.
    > With my two and her four, we would have made a perfect pair.
  479. 479.
    > I’ve spent many years dreaming of our future lives.
  480. 480.
    > She would be my eccentric stay at home marefriend who lives to satisfy my highly specific lactation fetish, while also fulfilling my desire to care for the less fortunate.
  481. 481.
     
  482. 482.
    > And to Muffins. I would be her caretaker.
  483. 483.
    >The mare who supports her efforts and establishes healthy habits.
  484. 484.
    > She was supposed to be my life's work…
  485. 485.
     
  486. 486.
    > I started to feel guilty for what I said
  487. 487.
    > I dismounted the scooter and trotted back inside
  488. 488.
     
  489. 489.
    > Muffins was tinkering with the stove.
  490. 490.
    > Her body still wrapped in tubes.
  491. 491.
     
  492. 492.
    “I told you that there's no electricity in here.”
  493. 493.
     
  494. 494.
    > Muffins jumped at the sound of my voice, inciting a massive spray of milk to discharge from all four of her teats.
  495. 495.
    > The milk splashed along the walls of the fogged suction cups before being sucked through the tubes
  496. 496.
     
  497. 497.
    > “Fluttershy! I…I thought you left…”
  498. 498.
     
  499. 499.
    “And leave you tangled up like that?” I chuckled
  500. 500.
     
  501. 501.
    > I approached her and began untangling the tubes.
  502. 502.
    > I unknotted the tube around her neck
  503. 503.
    > Muffins shrilly inhaled and another gush of milk escaped her.
  504. 504.
     
  505. 505.
    > Curiously, excitement of any kind coaxes her body into quick, bulk production.
  506. 506.
    > Thankfully, her excitement doesn’t always need to be sexual.
  507. 507.
    > A good scare, a high sugar snack…
  508. 508.
    > Anything to get her little heart beating beyond a natural resting rate.
  509. 509.
    > Obviously, sexual stimulation yields the most milk.
  510. 510.
    > But Muffins a difficult mare to “get off”
  511. 511.
    > I’ve known her for near my entire life and we’ve been dating for half a year and I still know very little about her fetishes and fantasies.
  512. 512.
     
  513. 513.
     
  514. 514.
    > Muffins sighed and placed her hooves around her neck and shivered
  515. 515.
     
  516. 516.
    > “I’m sorry I’m so useless.”
  517. 517.
     
  518. 518.
    “You’re not useless.” I replied “I’m sorry if I seemed cold…My mood swings are getting out of hoof. I’m supposed to be the one helping you.”
  519. 519.
     
  520. 520.
    > Muffins hung her head
  521. 521.
     
  522. 522.
    > “I…I’m…Sorry…” She sighed
  523. 523.
     
  524. 524.
    > I touched my hoof along her chin and delicately raised her head upwards so our eyes met.
  525. 525.
     
  526. 526.
    “You know I love you, right?”
  527. 527.
     
  528. 528.
    > “Y…Yes.” She stuttered
  529. 529.
     
  530. 530.
    “Muffins….I….I need you to help around the house and listen to me. I…I can't do this alone.”
  531. 531.
     
  532. 532.
    > “I understand.” She sniffled
  533. 533.
     
  534. 534.
    > I freed her leg then guided her back to the bedroom.
  535. 535.
    > She laid inside the body shaped trench she had molded into the mattress and I tucked her back in.
  536. 536.
     
  537. 537.
    > I laid alongside her then began unwinding the tubes from her teats
  538. 538.
    > My heart started to flutter with lustful excitement
  539. 539.
    > I don't know why I find Muffins chest teats to be so erotic.
  540. 540.
    > They’re unnatural and taboo.
  541. 541.
    > But I’m a mare plagued with many peculiar sexual desires.
  542. 542.
    > And because of my fetishes and morbidities I learned long ago that I can't fight my nature.
  543. 543.
     
  544. 544.
    > As I untangled Muffins breasts I fell into a fever of sexual passion.
  545. 545.
    > I licked my lips as my hooves made contact with her orbs.
  546. 546.
    > Muffins had her eyes lidded and tongue sprawled over the corner of her lip
  547. 547.
    > She looked frustratedly excited.
  548. 548.
     
  549. 549.
    > It’s unfortunate that Muffins hates her chest teats.
  550. 550.
    > But I can understand her irritation.
  551. 551.
    > Her teats have grown so large that they now dwarf her body.
  552. 552.
    > She has been rendered her near immobile by the wet and heavy burdens.
  553. 553.
    > Her teats induce constant sexual excitement.
  554. 554.
    > Muffins describes the feeling as an “unceasing sensation of near sexual completion.”
  555. 555.
     
  556. 556.
    > The caretaker in me empathizes with her struggles, and wishes her both growth and improvement.
  557. 557.
    > But my lustful side takes pleasure in the embiggening of her bust.
  558. 558.
    > Because I am a teat fetishiest at heart.
  559. 559.
    > And the more they grow.
  560. 560.
    > The greater the pleasure when caressing and molesting them.
  561. 561.
     
  562. 562.
    > After meticulously working through the knotted tubes along her teats, the tubes fell to the floor
  563. 563.
    > I could feel my eyelids peeled into their sockets as I stared at her sweaty teats layered with veins.
  564. 564.
     
  565. 565.
    > I locked eyes with her as I massaged her each of her chest teats
  566. 566.
    > Her skin was extremely taut around her milk swollen teats.
  567. 567.
    > At one time, her teats were soft and easy to manipulate by hoof.
  568. 568.
    > They had the density of half filled water balloons.
  569. 569.
    > But now they are stiff like overinflated basketballs
  570. 570.
     
  571. 571.
    > The change from having soft teats to hard teats began when we started using the MX3.
  572. 572.
    > The machine is one of a kind experimental milk extractor and has never been used in a practical setting.
  573. 573.
    > Designed specifically for Muffins, the Spa sisters invested a lot of money into the MX3’s design.
  574. 574.
     
  575. 575.
    > Built overseas in Prance, smuggled into Equestria in pieces of the course of a month, and assembled by the spa sisters in the cottage.
  576. 576.
    > The MX3 has the most powerful milk extractor ever created.
  577. 577.
    > It is equipped with a highly advanced computing console which measures milk output, temperature (both of the machines internal and of the subject it is extracting the milk from), a heartbeat monitor and a panel which allows for customization of the machines operations.
  578. 578.
     
  579. 579.
    > The suction cups are locked around her teats by highly pressurized air.
  580. 580.
    > The air both keeps the suction cups in place and extracts the milk efficiently.
  581. 581.
    > When the spa sisters installed the MX3, they customized the settings of the machines control panel to “medium operation mode.”
  582. 582.
     
  583. 583.
    > Muffins spends eight hours in the machine a day.
  584. 584.
    > Though, her production rate has steadily increased, the physical tolls of using the MX3, and the curse itself are becoming more prevalent.
  585. 585.
     
  586. 586.
    > I cupped my hooves around the MX3s suction cup latched over Muffins left nipple.
  587. 587.
    > I slowly pulled the suction cup from her teat.
  588. 588.
    > The air whipping through the tube and out of the vacant suction cup hummed like a vacuum.
  589. 589.
    > Once the tube was dislodged, I tossed it onto the floor and stared at her thick, puffy nipple twitching eagerly. Spitting drops of milk into the air.
  590. 590.
     
  591. 591.
    > Muffins touched her hoof to her forehead
  592. 592.
     
  593. 593.
    > “I’m starting to get that dizzy feeling again…A…And my tummy hurts…”
  594. 594.
     
  595. 595.
    “Oh, poor Muffins.” I hummed, dragging my hoof slowly along the bottom of her nipple .
  596. 596.
     
  597. 597.
    > Muffins closed her eyes and exhaled
  598. 598.
     
  599. 599.
    “F…Fluttershy…I…I…Please….I…”
  600. 600.
     
  601. 601.
    > I leaned my face parallel to her nipple, near enough to where I could see every crack in her skin
  602. 602.
    > Every little mound of tissue.
  603. 603.
     
  604. 604.
    > Her nipples have the consistency of sponges
  605. 605.
    > They are fat and distended due to overuse
  606. 606.
    > Her areola has darkened and bumps of various sizes have formed in this concentrated discolored area of her teat.
  607. 607.
     
  608. 608.
    > I closed my eyes and placed my tongue over her areola
  609. 609.
    > I tasted her sweat and skin.
  610. 610.
    > A thin sheen of her milk lay along her areola and zapped my tongue.
  611. 611.
    > I don’t drink her milk.
  612. 612.
    > It heightens my already crippling anxiety and hurts my heart
  613. 613.
     
  614. 614.
    > But just the right amount will give me a tolerable headrush
  615. 615.
    > I removed my tongue and whispered to myself
  616. 616.
     
  617. 617.
    “You’re such a helpless little cow.”
  618. 618.
     
  619. 619.
    > “What did you say?” Muffins whimpered
  620. 620.
     
  621. 621.
    > I placed my tongue back against her areola, absorbing her milk and sweat.
  622. 622.
    > The reminisce of milk soaked into her skin made my head tingle
  623. 623.
    > Her sweat was salty and tasted intensely visceral in a way I can't describe.
  624. 624.
     
  625. 625.
    > Perhaps it's the highly stimulating milk rushing through my head.
  626. 626.
    > But body tastes amazing, and is her most significant of her dwindling redeeming qualities l.
  627. 627.
     
  628. 628.
    > I returned my tongue to my mouth and opened my eyes.
  629. 629.
     
  630. 630.
    “Yes, honey?” I asked, still receding from my moment of lust
  631. 631.
     
  632. 632.
    > “I…I lost my pickle.”
  633. 633.
     
  634. 634.
    > I wiped my lips and my eyes met hers
  635. 635.
    > She looked nervous
  636. 636.
    > I collected the suction cup off the floor and placed it back on her teat
  637. 637.
     
  638. 638.
    “Where did you lose it?”
  639. 639.
     
  640. 640.
    > Muffins eye fell towards her cleavage
  641. 641.
     
  642. 642.
    “Oh! I see…Well I can grab it if you like.”
  643. 643.
     
  644. 644.
    > “S…Sure.”
  645. 645.
     
  646. 646.
    > I plunged my hoof between her teats and began fishing for the pickle
  647. 647.
    > My leg fell deep into her bust.
  648. 648.
    > I manipulated my wrist in circles
  649. 649.
    > Poking aimlessly around her teat fat.
  650. 650.
    > The space between her teats was predictably warm and sweaty, but had an uncanny aliveness.
  651. 651.
    > Her tests pulsating to the rhythm of her beating veins.
  652. 652.
     
  653. 653.
    > “Find it yet?”
  654. 654.
     
  655. 655.
    “Not yet.” I replied
  656. 656.
     
  657. 657.
    > My leg was now half way down her bust and I’m beginning to think that the pickle had dislodged/slipped to the floor while she was tinkering with the stove and that the pickle was instead submerged somewhere in the kitchen milk swamp.
  658. 658.
     
  659. 659.
    > Her tests were now squishing my brittle bones
  660. 660.
     
  661. 661.
    “Muffins? Are you sure it's down here?”
  662. 662.
     
  663. 663.
    > She thought for a long moment
  664. 664.
     
  665. 665.
    “Oh yeah!” Muffins giggled “I ate it!”
  666. 666.
     
  667. 667.
    > I rolled my eyes then ripped my leg from her cleavage, causing her teats to wrinkle in fatty waves and the milk inside them to splash about.
  668. 668.
     
  669. 669.
    “I'm going to work.”
  670. 670.
     
  671. 671.
    > “What about dinner!?” She cried
  672. 672.
     
  673. 673.
    “I’ll be home early tonight to make dinner.”
  674. 674.
     
  675. 675.
    > “Promise?”
  676. 676.
     
  677. 677.
    “Yes, I promise.”
  678. 678.
     
  679. 679.
    > “Because you said you would last night and you didn't get home until ten.”
  680. 680.
     
  681. 681.
    > I inhaled sharply
  682. 682.
     
  683. 683.
    “I promise I’lll be home to cook dinner.”
  684. 684.
     
  685. 685.
    > “Thanks! I’ll be here waiting!” She sang
  686. 686.
     
  687. 687.
    > I exited the cottage, hopped on my scooter and headed into town.
  688. 688.
     
  689. 689.
     
  690. 690.
     
  691. 691.
     
  692. 692.
     
  693. 693.
     
  694. 694.
     
  695. 695.
     
  696. 696.
     
  697. 697.
     
  698. 698.
     
  699. 699.
     
  700. 700.
     
  701. 701.
     
  702. 702.
     
  703. 703.
     
  704. 704.
     
  705. 705.
     
  706. 706.
     
  707. 707.
     
  708. 708.
    7:30 AM: Delivery #1
  709. 709.
     
  710. 710.
    > As my scooter putters down the empty streets of Ponyville I wipe my eyes awake and take in the absolute silence of the streets
  711. 711.
    > Early mornings in Ponyville are always tranquil.
  712. 712.
    > The way the sun casts its coral filter along the hills and buildings
  713. 713.
    > The oblong shadows of the town's diverse architecture.
  714. 714.
    > The scenery of Ponyville will never tire in my eyes.
  715. 715.
     
  716. 716.
    > But as much as I relish these intimate moments with Ponyville, the town's sickness is bubbling.
  717. 717.
     
  718. 718.
    > Hidden in the shadows, and shimmering in the sun. Empty glass bottles adorning the now famous “Best Pony” label lie stacked in gutters.
  719. 719.
     
  720. 720.
    > Missing posters for Diamond Tiara are pinned excessively along every vacant street pole and wall.
  721. 721.
    > Pro-empire/earth pony supremacy graffiti riddles the alleyways.
  722. 722.
     
  723. 723.
    > This is not the Ponyville I know and love.
  724. 724.
    > But the one I’ve helped destroy over the past couple months.
  725. 725.
    > Every issue plaguing Ponyville have had my hooves involved in some way or another.
  726. 726.
     
  727. 727.
    > The milk destroying the town
  728. 728.
    > The kidnapping of Diamond Tiara
  729. 729.
    > The pro-empire vandalism
  730. 730.
     
  731. 731.
    > They all operate or have been assisted by a single common denominator.
  732. 732.
    > A yellow pegasi mare whose love of her helpless marefriend trumps all other loves.
  733. 733.
     
  734. 734.
    > I feel dirty with what I’ve done to the town.
  735. 735.
    > And I try to do the right thing whenever I can
  736. 736.
    > But I’m always forced to choose between myself, my friends, the town itself and Muffins.
  737. 737.
    > And I choose Muffins every single time…
  738. 738.
     
  739. 739.
    > Heading north toward the Old Ponyville Hotel, I see a couple “calf's” wandering the streets
  740. 740.
    > My purpose for being awake at this hour is simple.
  741. 741.
    > Sell my Muffins milk to a gang of foreign earth pony nationalist.
  742. 742.
    > In more abstract terms, encompassing the totality of the situation while expressing my feelings on the matter.
  743. 743.
     
  744. 744.
    > I am headed to the Old Ponyville Hotel to hammer another nail into Ponyvilles near completed coffin.
  745. 745.
    > Just a couple more and we'll have a high end coffin upholstered with the finest linen with wood cut from the tallest redwoods to lay this city to rest in.
  746. 746.
     
  747. 747.
    > When I reached the hotel, I turned left into the alleyway behind the hotel.
  748. 748.
    > The path was swollen with Best Pony milk bottles.
  749. 749.
    > I drove through the narrowing alley with care
  750. 750.
     
  751. 751.
    > To my right was the hotel.
  752. 752.
    > A tall rectangular structure impersonating the regency style of architecture found often in Cloudsdale government buildings.
  753. 753.
    > Often imitated, but never quite replicated justly.
  754. 754.
     
  755. 755.
    > To my left was the Ponyville bank, whose design incorporated a series of hollow composite doric columns based on the famous Cloudsdale Coliseums Cumulus Cloud Columns.
  756. 756.
    > Often imitated.
  757. 757.
    > But never justly.
  758. 758.
     
  759. 759.
    > Ponyville may be an earth pony town by population.
  760. 760.
    > But pegasi influences can be found in much of the town's architecture.
  761. 761.
    > This is because of a recent program spearheaded by Princess Cadance.
  762. 762.
     
  763. 763.
    > Princess Cadance, rules over the city state of the Crystal Empire but has been using her power to bring “culture to greater Equestria”
  764. 764.
     
  765. 765.
    > The Crystal Empire has a complicated relationship with greater Equestria.
  766. 766.
    > Our ties are mostly positive. But due to the nature of how Cadance runs her kingdom, and her questionable allegiances. The Crystal Empire is significantly more isolated than other city states, such as Cloudsdale.
  767. 767.
     
  768. 768.
    > The biggest concern to Celestia lies in the fact that Cadance is the heir to princess Luna and the standing leader of the New Lunar Republic.
  769. 769.
     
  770. 770.
    > This is bad for Crystal Empire/Equestria relations because it signifies an ideologically opposition.
  771. 771.
    > The two princesse will generally never agree on anything based on that basis alone.
  772. 772.
     
  773. 773.
    > Celestia is the princess of Equestria
  774. 774.
    > Cadance has been titled the dictator of the Crystal Empire
  775. 775.
     
  776. 776.
    > Celestia is pro unification of the races
  777. 777.
    > Cadance is selective, with a Pegasus biase.
  778. 778.
     
  779. 779.
    > Celestia is the virgin symbol of purity and hope.
  780. 780.
    >Cadance is Equestrias whore who's promiscuity has funded an entire industry of tabloid who document her every action
  781. 781.
    > Cadence be Cadence, enjoys the attention and is never shy when describing her exploits in obscene detail to newspapers and magazines.
  782. 782.
     
  783. 783.
    > Because of Cadances scandalous behaviors, alliance to the NLP, and callus operation of the Crystal Empire. Celestia keeps Cadance a comfortable distance from her kingdom to prevent what Celestial calls “Cadances contamination.”
  784. 784.
     
  785. 785.
    > Celestia will invites her to diplomatic events
  786. 786.
    > Involves her in Equestrian domestic and foreign policy
  787. 787.
    > And even forms alliances in particularly messy diplomatic issues.
  788. 788.
     
  789. 789.
    > I'm not the most politically knowledgeable mare.
  790. 790.
    > But I’ve heard that Celestia often houses Cadance in the Canterlot castle whenever Cadence needs a change of scenery or when Celestia needs to use one of Cadances many “special talents”
  791. 791.
     
  792. 792.
    > This all relates back to the pegasi architecture seen popping up around Ponyville because Princess Cadance, (who has a preference for Pegasi) is a prominent investor in real estate across all of Equestria.
  793. 793.
     
  794. 794.
    > Cadance will purchase important real estate locations, tear down any existing structure on the property, and design “cultural landmarks”
  795. 795.
    > Most ponies refer to them as “Candy Castles”
  796. 796.
    > Because while they are based in Pegasus architecture, there's something uncanny about them.
  797. 797.
     
  798. 798.
    > She designs elaborate temples, towers and forts in the most unfitting areas, and when she's finished, she rents them at extortionate prices.
  799. 799.
    > The Bits practically fall into her saddlebags.
  800. 800.
     
  801. 801.
    > I drove passed the final columns and arrived at the meeting spot adjacent to the unloading dock of the hotel.
  802. 802.
    > Aryanne paced about the alley wearing her shiny black leather jacket, fitted with an excessive amount of pockets.
  803. 803.
    > Her heavy Ponezer jackboots thumped along the concrete as she matched.
  804. 804.
     
  805. 805.
    > Franz leaned her rump along one of the pillars, dressed in a similar fashion to Aryanne.
  806. 806.
    > The only differentiating factor between these uniform blue eye blonde mane mares is the decorated pasta strainer Franz wore atop her head in place of the peaked black officer cap which Aryanne adorns proudly each time we meet
  807. 807.
     
  808. 808.
    > Their fashion was boisterous and maintained with military diligence.
  809. 809.
    > Their professionalism clashed with my limp and wrinkled, milk stained t-shirt punched with moth spots.
  810. 810.
     
  811. 811.
    > I parked the scooter and the leather clad radicals jumped into action.
  812. 812.
    > Franz began unloading the milk barrels from my scooter.
  813. 813.
     
  814. 814.
    > “Took you long enough.” Aryanne huffed, standing uncomfortably close looking eager as usual to claim their share of Best Pony Product.
  815. 815.
     
  816. 816.
    > Franz was quickly started to untie the barrels.
  817. 817.
    > Once they were unhooked from the scooter and placed firmly on the ground Franz grabbed her crowbar and tried to pry open the lip of the barrel.
  818. 818.
     
  819. 819.
    > She struggled to
  820. 820.
     
  821. 821.
    > Aryanne shoved her friend aside and cracked the barrel open with ease
  822. 822.
     
  823. 823.
    > “Unicorns.” Aryanne grumbled
  824. 824.
     
  825. 825.
    > Aryanne plunged her hoof into the milk then pulled it out quickly.
  826. 826.
    > She raised her hoof to her mouth and drove her tongue along the spiny outsole of her waxy marching boots.
  827. 827.
     
  828. 828.
    > “Tastes as good as ever.” She shivered, eyes rolling back.
  829. 829.
    > The euphoric effects of the milk forced her stern expression to slip into a intoxicated, wrinkled smile.
  830. 830.
     
  831. 831.
    > Aryannes knees began to tremble before suddenly buckling under her weight.
  832. 832.
    > Her limp body started an lean weakly.
  833. 833.
    > Lucky for her, Franz was a good friend and caught her before she hit the ground l.
  834. 834.
     
  835. 835.
    > Franz cradled Aryanne, hooves under Aryannes front legs.
  836. 836.
    > Franz gave me a nervous cringing expression which I didn't know what to make of
  837. 837.
     
  838. 838.
    “Still not as good as straight from the source.” Aryanne chuckled, jumping back into a standing position.
  839. 839.
     
  840. 840.
    > Franz, who is the inferior of the two, started to roll the barrels onto a rectangular hotel luggage cart
  841. 841.
     
  842. 842.
    “Bits?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the mares who looked all too eager to flee without paying.
  843. 843.
     
  844. 844.
    > Aryanne dug into her chest pocket and placed a cheque for ten thousand four hundred bits in my hoof.
  845. 845.
     
  846. 846.
    > “We’re selling this stuff quickly. We may need to up our order soon.”
  847. 847.
     
  848. 848.
    “You know the rules. I can only supply you with two barrels a day.” I said, securing the cheque into the scooters left rear fender storage area.
  849. 849.
     
  850. 850.
    > “Rules.” Aryanne grumbled, rolling her eyes
  851. 851.
     
  852. 852.
    “How much are you charging anyways?”
  853. 853.
     
  854. 854.
    > “What we do with our product isn’t your business”
  855. 855.
     
  856. 856.
    “The spa sisters won’t be happy if you don't keep your prices consistent with theirs. It’s in the contract.”
  857. 857.
     
  858. 858.
    > “It’s our milk.” Aryanne spat, milk dripping from her lips. “We paid for it, and were charged a higher business tax than them. I think it’s only fair that we do what we want with our purchases.”
  859. 859.
     
  860. 860.
    “You agreed to the terms.” I warned “I won’t say anything because I don't want to get in the middle of any drama. But if the spa sisters find out about this, they’ll be serving you your “eviction notices.”
  861. 861.
     
  862. 862.
    > Aryanne rolled her eyes again, then dipped her snout into the barrel and began lapping up the milk.
  863. 863.
     
  864. 864.
    > “The idiot…She cannot produce more?” Franz asked in her thick, Germare accent
  865. 865.
     
  866. 866.
    “Muffins can produce as much as she wants but prices and production aren’t up to her. Again, you signed the contract. You should know how this works by now.”
  867. 867.
     
  868. 868.
    > Aryanne’s head cocked from the barrel
  869. 869.
    > She had that crazed Best pony milk high look in her eyes.
  870. 870.
     
  871. 871.
    > “It hardly matters!” She barked “Selling milk is only a means to an end! You’ll all be capitulating to us soon enough!”
  872. 872.
     
  873. 873.
    “I’m happy to hear it.” I replied sarcastically
  874. 874.
     
  875. 875.
    > Franz pulled Aryanne from the barrel.
  876. 876.
    > Aryanne wasn't too pleased and shoved Franz away, nearly sending her toppling to the ground.
  877. 877.
     
  878. 878.
    > “I’m surrounded by useless Pegasi and unicorns!” She spat
  879. 879.
    > Franz collected herself and began preparing the milk for transport into the hotel
  880. 880.
     
  881. 881.
    > “I bet you love Cadance!” Aryanne hissed, pointing her leather clad hoof at my accusingly
  882. 882.
     
  883. 883.
    “I…I think she’s very pretty…But that has more to do with my nature…”
  884. 884.
     
  885. 885.
    > “You’re precious pink pegasi princess will fall.” She warned “And when she does, your race will be godless.”
  886. 886.
     
  887. 887.
    > To my left, Franz draped the barrels under a tablecloth(!) and scooted the milk into the hotel through the large receiving gate
  888. 888.
     
  889. 889.
    “Aryanne. I think I should go now.” I sighed
  890. 890.
     
  891. 891.
    > Aryanne stepped towards me and jabbed the point of her hoof into my leg
  892. 892.
     
  893. 893.
    > “Who will you worship when Cadance falls?”
  894. 894.
     
  895. 895.
    > Blood started to run from her snout and she began gritting her teeth
  896. 896.
    > My heart thumped along my ribs
  897. 897.
     
  898. 898.
    “Cadance is a very pretty mare, but she’s not my princess.” I shivered “Celestia is my princess.”
  899. 899.
     
  900. 900.
    > “But you would still make love to her, no? She is what you call….The supreme alpha pegasi?”
  901. 901.
     
  902. 902.
    “Y…Yes…B..But I don’t…”
  903. 903.
     
  904. 904.
    > “So it’s in your nature to do as she commands, yes?”
  905. 905.
     
  906. 906.
    “Well…You see…I..It’s really more complicated than that…”
  907. 907.
     
  908. 908.
    > Aryanne placed her hoof along my leg and chuckled
  909. 909.
     
  910. 910.
    > “You’re princess is beautiful, we can agree on that, yes?”
  911. 911.
     
  912. 912.
    > I nodded in agreement
  913. 913.
     
  914. 914.
    “But some of her features…They confuse me.” She continued
  915. 915.
     
  916. 916.
    > I bit my lip and looked at Franz who was wearing that worried sour expression again
  917. 917.
     
  918. 918.
    > “The six teats for example. Do you find them attractive?”
  919. 919.
     
  920. 920.
    > I looked up and away
  921. 921.
     
  922. 922.
    > “Fluttershy?” She sang playfully
  923. 923.
     
  924. 924.
    “I do.”
  925. 925.
     
  926. 926.
    > “Because it's in your nature, correct?”
  927. 927.
     
  928. 928.
    > I threw my wings over my face
  929. 929.
     
  930. 930.
    “Yes.”
  931. 931.
     
  932. 932.
    > “And you claim to be the purest race.” She spat “The earth Ponies may be flirtatious, and the unicorns eccentric. But the Pegasi are the worst. Your hierarchies are nothing but selective mating disguised as patriotism. You’re type has breed for nothing but beauty and you worship Cadance like a god because you're a hive mind.”
  933. 933.
     
  934. 934.
    “I do not!”
  935. 935.
     
  936. 936.
    > “You can deny it all you like but the fact is you would happily support her in an insurrection of the throne!”
  937. 937.
     
  938. 938.
    “Aryanne. I am a citizen of Equestria and stand by Celestial.”
  939. 939.
     
  940. 940.
    > Aryanne tapped my leg and smiled
  941. 941.
     
  942. 942.
    “We’ll see how loyal the Pegasi are when the Cadence empire crumbles.”
  943. 943.
     
  944. 944.
    > Franz grabbed Aryanne by the hoof and dragged her into the hotel
  945. 945.
     
  946. 946.
    > “Your time is running thin, Fluttershy. And your princess will fall.
  947. 947.
     
  948. 948.
     
  949. 949.
     
  950. 950.
    8:00 AM: Mayor's Office
  951. 951.
     
  952. 952.
     
  953. 953.
    > After completing a delivery, I’m expected to deposit any milk related payment to the Mayor.
  954. 954.
    > She collects a portion of profits and payment off both the nationalist and the spa sisters.
  955. 955.
     
  956. 956.
     
  957. 957.
    > I'm something of the middle mare between the three parties.
  958. 958.
    > My responsibility to the mayor is to ensure she gets her cut of milk money.
  959. 959.
    > The position has made me an honorary delivery mare to the mayor, and an official/unofficial city hall employee.
  960. 960.
     
  961. 961.
    > The mayor collects all of our profits and subtracts a generous portion as “tax.”
  962. 962.
    > This fee allows Best Pony to flow through Ponyville uninhibited.
  963. 963.
     
  964. 964.
    > City Hall is a short, three minute drive south of the hotel.
  965. 965.
    > I made an effort to arrive quickly so as not to be seen by anypony.
  966. 966.
     
  967. 967.
    > When I arrived at city Hall, parked my scooter along the stairway and entered the tower.
  968. 968.
    > The mayor had provided me with an express key card to her office.
  969. 969.
    > She is available for milk related deposits between 7AM - 4PM.
  970. 970.
     
  971. 971.
    > I walked upwards through the large spiraling staircase up to her office.
  972. 972.
    > Once I reached the very top of the tower I followed the hall left until reaching her office
  973. 973.
    > I tapped my key card over the black box along the doorframe, enticing the locking mechanism to pop the deadlocks from their home and allow my entrance into her office.
  974. 974.
     
  975. 975.
    > The mayor's office is long and encompassing.
  976. 976.
    > The walls are lined with bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling.
  977. 977.
    > At the far end of the circular room, an obnoxiously wide white oak desk where the mayor sat.
  978. 978.
     
  979. 979.
    > Behind the desk was a large window overlooking Ponyville, but the view is always draped by a thick red wool curtain.
  980. 980.
     
  981. 981.
    > The mayor, an older mare with a gray mane and tan brown fur, sat at the desk scribbling into a notebook.
  982. 982.
    > I dropped the crumpled check on her desk and waited for acknowledgement.
  983. 983.
     
  984. 984.
    > I looked about the room like I had a dozen times before.
  985. 985.
    > The room was always intensely quiet and cool.
  986. 986.
    > A large Lonely room occupied by a mare of similar description.
  987. 987.
     
  988. 988.
    > Once Mayor Mare finished her official business. She plopped her pen into an empty coffee cup with the words “World's best mayor” etched into the ceramic.
  989. 989.
     
  990. 990.
    > She unraveled the check and nodded matter-of-fact with lidded eyes.
  991. 991.
    > Her lips had the personality of a single straight line drawn on an empty piece of paper.
  992. 992.
     
  993. 993.
    > She placed the check in her desk drawer and locked it thrice.
  994. 994.
     
  995. 995.
    > “Thank you very much Fluttershy. This money will do the town well.”
  996. 996.
     
  997. 997.
    “I don't doubt it.” I replied, eyeing her solid gold wrist watch.
  998. 998.
     
  999. 999.
    > She began shuffling through the stack of paperwork along her desk.
  1000. 1000.
     
  1001. 1001.
    “Mayor?”
  1002. 1002.
     
  1003. 1003.
    > “Yes?”
  1004. 1004.
     
  1005. 1005.
    “What do you plan on doing with all these bits anyways?”
  1006. 1006.
     
  1007. 1007.
    > “Why do you ask?”
  1008. 1008.
     
  1009. 1009.
    “It’s just that…You say the money is going towards fixing the town, but honestly….I’ve never seen Ponyville in such disrepair.”
  1010. 1010.
     
  1011. 1011.
    > “What do you expect me to do?” She asked snidely
  1012. 1012.
     
  1013. 1013.
    “I don’t know…Maybe clean the streets a little better?” I replied, sinking my neck between my shoulders.
  1014. 1014.
     
  1015. 1015.
    > “Fluttershy, I don’t want you worrying your pretty little head about such issues.” She said, jumping from her seat “In fact, you should probably stay out of politics all together. You aren’t exactly a tax paying citizen.” She said with a forced political laugh
  1016. 1016.
     
  1017. 1017.
    “I know, I was only trying to help.”
  1018. 1018.
     
  1019. 1019.
    “Fluttershy, you’re already great help! In fact, I have another special job for you today!”
  1020. 1020.
     
  1021. 1021.
    “Mayor…I really don’t like these jobs…” I groaned, eyes falling to the floor
  1022. 1022.
     
  1023. 1023.
    > “But you’re so good at them!”
  1024. 1024.
     
  1025. 1025.
    > I tried to force a smile.
  1026. 1026.
    > But pulling my lips into an unnatural position never feels right.
  1027. 1027.
    > I dropped the act as quickly as I adorned it
  1028. 1028.
     
  1029. 1029.
    “Mayor, can I please just drop off your money and be on my way. Everytime I come here, I’m roped into a job.”
  1030. 1030.
     
  1031. 1031.
    > Her right eye twitched and ears stood pointed
  1032. 1032.
     
  1033. 1033.
    > “Fluttershy, do I have to get out the list?” She warned “Don't force my hoof.” She said with a stern parental tone
  1034. 1034.
     
  1035. 1035.
    “No…I don’t think that’s…”
  1036. 1036.
     
  1037. 1037.
    > Mayor Mare swiped a coffee stained sheet of lined notebook paper off of her desk and began reading aloud.
  1038. 1038.
     
  1039. 1039.
    > “I, Mayor Mare will now present to the crown evidence of Fluttershy's involvement in the following crimes: Milk production for the purpose of selling, Milk dealing, Sexual deviance involving milk, being an employed at an illegal brothel, prostitution, Running an illegal mail service, Operating an uncertified veterinarian clinic, Public intoxication, Possession of illegal teat enhancing drugs, Harboring a criminal, Opium dealing, Ties to organized crime, tax evasion and tax fraud….”
  1040. 1040.
     
  1041. 1041.
    “I understand, mayor.” I interrupted, “I’m sorry for questioning you. What would you like me to do?” I sighed
  1042. 1042.
     
  1043. 1043.
    > She smiled and released her grip from the paper.
  1044. 1044.
    > It fluttered to the desk as she marched towards me with intention in her eyes
  1045. 1045.
     
  1046. 1046.
    > She circled around my legs a couple times, glancing over my entirety.
  1047. 1047.
    > I could almost feel her eyes scanning and scrutinizing me.
  1048. 1048.
    > Every so often she would let out a high pitched agreeable noise followed by a nod of the head.
  1049. 1049.
     
  1050. 1050.
    > “Of all the ponies in town you are the most peculiar.”
  1051. 1051.
     
  1052. 1052.
    “Not Muffins?”
  1053. 1053.
     
  1054. 1054.
    > “Muffins isn't a citizen of Ponyville.”
  1055. 1055.
     
  1056. 1056.
    > “I was finally able to press the post office into giving me Muffins employment history.”
  1057. 1057.
     
  1058. 1058.
    > I closed my eyes and sighed
  1059. 1059.
     
  1060. 1060.
    > “As it stands there exists no official reports of her existence. Her personal information was destroyed in the fire and because she resided in Old Ponyville she went under the radar. There are no tax records, no birth certificate, no land claims. And her employment history has been erased. She’s a ghost. Just as you requested.”
  1061. 1061.
     
  1062. 1062.
    “Thank you, mayor.”
  1063. 1063.
     
  1064. 1064.
    > “You know, making a mare disappear isn't usually this easy. Usually you need to burn everything, create a fake alias…It’s a long process. From my perspective, it was a waste of a favor. You only get one friendly favor from Mayor Mare.”
  1065. 1065.
     
  1066. 1066.
    “She’s safe now. If anything happens she can disappear. That's all that matters.”
  1067. 1067.
     
  1068. 1068.
    > Mayor Mare stopped near my backside and leaned her right front leg against my back, right leg. Allowing all of her body weight to press into me.
  1069. 1069.
    > Mayor Mare isn’t a big mare, but her weight pressing along my weak bones caused them to bend
  1070. 1070.
     
  1071. 1071.
    > “I understand your concerns. If Muffins were to be found and tried for her crimes, she would certainly get a fierce penalty.”
  1072. 1072.
     
  1073. 1073.
    “I know.”
  1074. 1074.
     
  1075. 1075.
    > “Some of your offenses are twenty year terms alone.” She said, skating her opposite hoof along my teat just above my bra strap.
  1076. 1076.
     
  1077. 1077.
    “If we were to combine all your charges and present them to a judge. You face the potential of spending the rest of your life in Tartarus, or worse! You could end up in one of Celestia's other, lesser known. black sites…A black site without a title. Exempt from any map, with a name like…Site 12202, or -456822 B.”
  1078. 1078.
     
  1079. 1079.
    > I gulped at the thought
  1080. 1080.
     
  1081. 1081.
    > “And if you went away, Muffins would be all alone, without her brave marefriend protecting her. What would happen then?”
  1082. 1082.
     
  1083. 1083.
    “I…I…I don’t know. I assume you’ll take her in?” I replied half joking
  1084. 1084.
     
  1085. 1085.
    > “Me?” She laughed “I can't have her wandering about city hall mucking up my files and making a mess of things! You must remember her incident at the post office? She made a proper mess from what I heard. Cost the taxpayers hundreds.”
  1086. 1086.
     
  1087. 1087.
    “I think I know what happened at the post office better than Anypony, considering I consolidated her for a month about it.”
  1088. 1088.
     
  1089. 1089.
    > “And that's why you're the best mare to handle her.” She replied in an insincere tone. “You care SO much, and so deeply about her. Most mares in Muffins state of mind end up in either psych wards, prison cells or state funded rooming houses for the unwell.”
  1090. 1090.
     
  1091. 1091.
    “I…I know.”
  1092. 1092.
     
  1093. 1093.
    > “My question is, why did you choose to use your one favor on Muffins?”
  1094. 1094.
     
  1095. 1095.
    > Mayor Mare stuck her hoof under the elastic of my bra and slid her hoof back and forth.
  1096. 1096.
     
  1097. 1097.
    > “You could have gotten a tax write off, your debts paid off, I could have made you disappear. And you would never have to worry about this ever again.”
  1098. 1098.
     
  1099. 1099.
    “You and I both know that would never happen.”
  1100. 1100.
     
  1101. 1101.
    > Mayor Mare closed her eyes and nodded
  1102. 1102.
     
  1103. 1103.
    > “Perhaps you’re right.”
  1104. 1104.
     
  1105. 1105.
    “I did what I had to for the safety of my marefriend. Because when the CIA get here they will never find her.”
  1106. 1106.
     
  1107. 1107.
    > “You keep telling yourself that.” She snapped the elastic of my bra along my teat before returning to her desk.
  1108. 1108.
     
  1109. 1109.
    > “If the CIA arrives in Ponyville I promise you that records won't be the only thing to “go missing.”
  1110. 1110.
     
  1111. 1111.
    > I gulped again
  1112. 1112.
     
  1113. 1113.
    > “Now, back to official business, hmm?”
  1114. 1114.
     
  1115. 1115.
    “I ..I guess…”
  1116. 1116.
     
  1117. 1117.
    > “I’ll keep it simple, Fluttershy. It has come to my attention that ponies are purchasing unregulated mare milk slushies in Central Ponyville park. I would like you to inquire about this issue.”
  1118. 1118.
     
  1119. 1119.
    “Me? Isn’t this more of a police issue? I’m not an investigator…” I trailed off
  1120. 1120.
     
  1121. 1121.
    > “Under normal circumstances I would involve the police. But unfortunately for the safety of our operation I must resort to inside talent. Because he police write reports. And the contents of every police report across Equestria collected by Canterlot. We wouldn’t want any of those reports getting into the hooves of the Canterlot Investigation Agency, would we? Those CIA mares aren’t like local authorities. They will investigate thoroughly and they will find us.”
  1122. 1122.
     
  1123. 1123.
    > My eyes hit the floor
  1124. 1124.
     
  1125. 1125.
    > “And when government agents start poking their noses in the wrong places, threatening my career and my public perception. Certain ponies are going to “go missing”
  1126. 1126.
     
  1127. 1127.
    > I sat with the thought for a long moment
  1128. 1128.
    > My mind wandered
  1129. 1129.
    > Soon, I found myself comfortably zoned out.
  1130. 1130.
     
  1131. 1131.
    “Mayor, can I make a citizen's complaint?”
  1132. 1132.
     
  1133. 1133.
    > “It's definitely in your right.” She sighed, falling to her hoof along her cheek.
  1134. 1134.
    > It seems like the idea of attending to actual public office duties deflated her excitement.
  1135. 1135.
     
  1136. 1136.
    “I think we should be placing warning labels on Muffins milk. It's clearly dangerous and…”
  1137. 1137.
     
  1138. 1138.
    > “Is this about the calf's again?” She groaned
  1139. 1139.
     
  1140. 1140.
    “Y..Yes…”
  1141. 1141.
     
  1142. 1142.
    > She rolled her eyes dramatically
  1143. 1143.
     
  1144. 1144.
    > “I already told you that the problem will work itself out.”
  1145. 1145.
     
  1146. 1146.
    “I know what you said that but I’m just…Kind of….Wondering how? How will it work itself out?”
  1147. 1147.
     
  1148. 1148.
    > “Fluttershy, what exactly is your problem? Must you always be asking questions? I told you…No, instructed you to stop worrying. Why don’t you listen to me?”
  1149. 1149.
     
  1150. 1150.
    “I’m sorry, mayor…”
  1151. 1151.
     
  1152. 1152.
    > “It's only milk. It’s not like it’s going to kill anypony.”
  1153. 1153.
     
  1154. 1154.
    “But what if it does kill somepony!?” I snapped “I’ve seen what happens to these milk addicts. These “calves” As you like to call them. We can't keep pushing them aside and pretending they aren't a problem!”
  1155. 1155.
     
  1156. 1156.
    > “Again, what do you suggest we do?”
  1157. 1157.
     
  1158. 1158.
    “Treatment options? Harm reduction? Warning labels? I don't….I don't rightly know…”
  1159. 1159.
     
  1160. 1160.
    > “These are all wonderful ideas.” She nodded “But I guarantee you that none of them will work.”
  1161. 1161.
     
  1162. 1162.
    “Why not? I’m sure if we tried we could…”
  1163. 1163.
     
  1164. 1164.
    > Mayor Mares' chair squeaked as she stood up.
  1165. 1165.
    > She returned to my side, parallel to the teat she had previously assaulted with my bra strap.
  1166. 1166.
     
  1167. 1167.
    “What are you…?”
  1168. 1168.
     
  1169. 1169.
    > She started caressing my teat
  1170. 1170.
     
  1171. 1171.
    > “Fluttershy, calves want nothing more than to fatten their milk distended bellies.” She explained, licking her lips and fondling my teat with her hoof “And I don't blame them. I’m something of a calf myself.” She chuckled, rubbing her chubby tummy with her left leg while caressing my teat with her right.
  1172. 1172.
     
  1173. 1173.
    “But the difference is you can afford it. What about the helpless ponies who have developed a habit they can't afford? The ponies who spend their entire paychecks, sometimes even selling themselves and their homes for Muffins milk?”
  1174. 1174.
     
  1175. 1175.
    > Mayor mare peeled my bra from my right teat and freed my nipple.
  1176. 1176.
     
  1177. 1177.
    “Mayor?” I peeped, looking down at her slowly massaging my nipple
  1178. 1178.
     
  1179. 1179.
    > “Yes, continue. I’m listening.” She replied, rolling her eyes.
  1180. 1180.
     
  1181. 1181.
    > I felt her placing mouth around my nipple and her tongue rolling around my areola.
  1182. 1182.
     
  1183. 1183.
    > “I…I ummm…Ponies…They…They…”
  1184. 1184.
     
  1185. 1185.
    > She removed my teat from her mouth, looked me dead in the eye and with a sarcastic smiling expression.
  1186. 1186.
    > She sighed in sultry satisfaction and said
  1187. 1187.
     
  1188. 1188.
    > “Please continue. I’m hanging on every word.”
  1189. 1189.
     
  1190. 1190.
    > She then returned her mouth to my teat and continued sucking.
  1191. 1191.
     
  1192. 1192.
    “I…I think what we're doing is wrong. Y..You know how I feel about this business….I’ve made it clear many times…Do we really want a town of milk fatten mares meandering aimlessly around town thinking only of their next fix? I know I’m contractually obligated to work in this business… And that you won't stop selling Muffins milk regardless of how I feel…B..But I want it to be known that I at least said my piece on the matter and will continue to do so until something is done.”
  1193. 1193.
     
  1194. 1194.
    > She removed her mouth from my teat
  1195. 1195.
    > Milk dripped onto the floor
  1196. 1196.
     
  1197. 1197.
    > “Is that all?” She asked, milk battered along her lips.
  1198. 1198.
     
  1199. 1199.
    “Yes…That's all I have to say.” I nodded
  1200. 1200.
     
  1201. 1201.
    > She stood in thought for a moment, eyes locked onto my wet, dripping nipple.
  1202. 1202.
     
  1203. 1203.
    > “Fluttershy?”
  1204. 1204.
     
  1205. 1205.
    “Yes?”
  1206. 1206.
     
  1207. 1207.
    > She wiped her mouth and gave my teat a firm slap
  1208. 1208.
     
  1209. 1209.
    “Ouchie!”
  1210. 1210.
     
  1211. 1211.
    > “You're milk tastes like hot garbage and you're speaking out of rank.”
  1212. 1212.
     
  1213. 1213.
    > I hung my head and placed my hoof over the bridge of my snout in frustration
  1214. 1214.
    > I don't believe she considered a single word I had said.
  1215. 1215.
     
  1216. 1216.
    “Mayor, I…”
  1217. 1217.
     
  1218. 1218.
    > “But you do make some good points. Perhaps I'll commission Rarity to design some girdles. A town of milk stuffed mares isn't good for optics. I have an election approaching and public health is at an all time low.”
  1219. 1219.
     
  1220. 1220.
    > She returned to her desk, equipped her pen and pulled her notebook from her desk drawer.
  1221. 1221.
     
  1222. 1222.
    > “Now put your tits away and get them to Central Ponyville Park. The longer you linger the more money those mischievous mares are making with their subpar, untaxed milk.”
  1223. 1223.
     
  1224. 1224.
    > “Okay, Mayor.”
  1225. 1225.
     
  1226. 1226.
    > I cupped my teat back into its home and dragged my aching frame back to my scooter.
  1227. 1227.
     
  1228. 1228.
     
  1229. 1229.
     
  1230. 1230.
     
  1231. 1231.
     
  1232. 1232.
     
  1233. 1233.
     
  1234. 1234.
     
  1235. 1235.
     
  1236. 1236.
     
  1237. 1237.
     
  1238. 1238.
     
  1239. 1239.
     
  1240. 1240.
     
  1241. 1241.
     
  1242. 1242.
     
  1243. 1243.
     
  1244. 1244.
    8:30 AM: Central Ponyville Park
  1245. 1245.
     
  1246. 1246.
    > I hopped onto my scooter and headed to the park.
  1247. 1247.
    > The mayor sends me on jobs near daily.
  1248. 1248.
    > A I was fine with them initially.
  1249. 1249.
    > But over the last week they’ve been getting stranger.
  1250. 1250.
     
  1251. 1251.
    > A couple days prior she wanted me to oversee a shipment of opium arriving at the Ponyville distribution center.
  1252. 1252.
    > They were mares from the far East.
  1253. 1253.
    > And though I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.
  1254. 1254.
    > They seemed nice enough…Considering their line of work, of course…
  1255. 1255.
     
  1256. 1256.
    > The spa sisters have been on a crusade against opium for the past three weeks
  1257. 1257.
    > They see it as competition to Best Pony product.
  1258. 1258.
    > So I was a little confused as to why the mayor wanted me to oversee a shipment of the stuff, considering the spa sisters' contentions with the product.
  1259. 1259.
    > But I’m often instructed to do things but never trusted with details.
  1260. 1260.
    > I only find out what they're up to when it's too late.
  1261. 1261.
     
  1262. 1262.
    > This particular errand seems strange.
  1263. 1263.
    > The mayor often sends me to work under the table on her behalf.
  1264. 1264.
    > Usually the jobs are low risk in terms of potential confrontation.
  1265. 1265.
     
  1266. 1266.
    > Oversight of shipments containing illegal items
  1267. 1267.
    > Picking up her groceries while she’s working
  1268. 1268.
    > Cleaning her county summer home after her son has a party.
  1269. 1269.
    > Most of my work for the mayor are the things she would rather not deal without out of laziness.
  1270. 1270.
    > But this is a different kind of job.
  1271. 1271.
     
  1272. 1272.
    > Usually Aloe is sent on jobs involving muscle.
  1273. 1273.
    > If a Pony is late on a milk payment, or a mare gets the bright idea of selling her own milk thinking she’s the next “Best Pony” Aloe is quick to resolve the issue.
  1274. 1274.
     
  1275. 1275.
    > Aloe is good at her job.
  1276. 1276.
    > Because Aloe is easily excited to inflict pain on others.
  1277. 1277.
    > Her reputation is well known by pretty much all of Ponyville, and she frightens me greatly.
  1278. 1278.
     
  1279. 1279.
    > Since she became a regular consumer of Muffins milk, Aloe has only become more viscous.
  1280. 1280.
    > Her work has gotten sloppy and her generous “beatings of justice” Are leading to hospital visits
  1281. 1281.
     
  1282. 1282.
    > Aloe is a rabid dog who can only be controlled by Lotus.
  1283. 1283.
    > This means whenever an opportunity presents itself to partake in unimpeded violence, Aloe tends to go overboard.
  1284. 1284.
    > That may be the reason why Mayor Mare sent me on this job instead of Aloe.
  1285. 1285.
    > The fact that their won’t be any broken bones or busted noses by the end of our meeting probably eases the mayors mind.
  1286. 1286.
     
  1287. 1287.
    > When I arrived parked the scooter under the parks gated entrance and headed into inside
  1288. 1288.
    > The park was located near enough to city hall to receive daily maintenance.
  1289. 1289.
    > Not milk bottles or graffiti here…
  1290. 1290.
     
  1291. 1291.
    > I tried to walked casually
  1292. 1292.
    > Keeping a lookout for signs of mare milk consumption.
  1293. 1293.
    > It didn't take me long to run into one of Muffins loyal “Calfs”
  1294. 1294.
     
  1295. 1295.
    > Near the pale stone fountain erected to commemorate the second founding of Ponyville I spotted a purple mare.
  1296. 1296.
    > She’s wide in the belly with wide jittering pupils.
  1297. 1297.
    > With such a description, this mare surprisingly WASN’T Twilight Sparkle…
  1298. 1298.
     
  1299. 1299.
    > This mare was a regular at the milk bar.
  1300. 1300.
    > Her name is Star Skipper
  1301. 1301.
    > And she has all the physical symptoms of a best pony addict.
  1302. 1302.
    > Unlike most drugs, which cause a slow wasting effect over long stretches of time. Consumers of Muffins milk appear relatively healthy, albeit a little girthy in the stomach.
  1303. 1303.
     
  1304. 1304.
    > Their thick fatty stomachs jiggle and occasionally whine when left unsatiated.
  1305. 1305.
    >“Best Pony Cravings” Is what we call these pained stomach groans.
  1306. 1306.
     
  1307. 1307.
    > A “calf” as ponies have come to call them, will do anything for Best Pony milk.
  1308. 1308.
    > This can manifest in violence, irritability, extreme hunger, extreme heat and manic mood swings.
  1309. 1309.
    > Along with the large bellies and unpredictability; Calves are also, on average incredibly sexually active.
  1310. 1310.
    > Initially, I thought that this behavior was a means to an end.
  1311. 1311.
     
  1312. 1312.
    > A sober mare (such as myself) connects the dots simply as follows:
  1313. 1313.
    > A calf has sex, to make money, to buy more Best Pony milk.
  1314. 1314.
     
  1315. 1315.
    > While it's not unheard of for milk addicts/Calfs to partake in prostitution for their habit.
  1316. 1316.
    > The studied answer is more complicated
  1317. 1317.
    > A calf cursed with substantial dependency on Muffins milk will often develop a bizarre condition called “Neurologically Necessary Nymphomania.”
  1318. 1318.
    > A cluster C obsessive disorder with traits similar to OCD.
  1319. 1319.
     
  1320. 1320.
    > Mares with NNN will become carelessly promiscuous with large number of partners
  1321. 1321.
    > They do this due to what we believe is a compulsive “need to breed”
  1322. 1322.
    > NNN is a primal condition which invokes a slew of obscene acts, performed under the duress of either irresponsibility, irrationality, irritability or insanity.
  1323. 1323.
     
  1324. 1324.
    > When the spa sisters came to me with this discovery, I couldn’t believe it was real.
  1325. 1325.
    > The symptoms of this condition are so contrived that they might as well be in one of Muffin's smutty “romance” novels written by some overzealous stallion.
  1326. 1326.
    > But apparently, this is our reality now...
  1327. 1327.
     
  1328. 1328.
    > Star Skipper stood near the fountain shuddering.
  1329. 1329.
    > The size of her belly signaling to me that she’s been a calf for a while now…
  1330. 1330.
     
  1331. 1331.
    > In her right hoof she holds a transparent single use plastic cup
  1332. 1332.
    > Inside the cup a white liquid sloshes about. A crown of foam sits atop the liquid.
  1333. 1333.
    > Her face was greasy and covered in irritated pimples
  1334. 1334.
     
  1335. 1335.
    > I haven’t seen Star in months
  1336. 1336.
    > She became a regular shortly after the spa sisters integrated prostitution as one of the milk bars primary services.
  1337. 1337.
    > F
  1338. 1338.
     
  1339. 1339.
    “Ummm…Hello…”
  1340. 1340.
     
  1341. 1341.
    > “Fluttershy!?” The mare squeed
  1342. 1342.
     
  1343. 1343.
    “H..Hi, Star.”
  1344. 1344.
     
  1345. 1345.
    > “It’s been so long since we’ve talked!”
  1346. 1346.
     
  1347. 1347.
    “Yes…It certainly has.”
  1348. 1348.
     
  1349. 1349.
    > Her voice was shrill and every syllable was enunciated to a grating degree
  1350. 1350.
    > Every time we spoke I feel an intense urge to shove hoof-fulls of cotton in my ears.
  1351. 1351.
     
  1352. 1352.
     
  1353. 1353.
    > “How have you been!?”
  1354. 1354.
     
  1355. 1355.
     
  1356. 1356.
    “I’ve been fine…Just…Working…”
  1357. 1357.
     
  1358. 1358.
    > “That’s great!” She replied, throwing her hooves into the air
  1359. 1359.
     
  1360. 1360.
    > “I’m still working at McHoofies.” She snorted “You should come by! We’re having a sale on Numgets this week!”
  1361. 1361.
     
  1362. 1362.
    “While I appreciate the offer, I’ve told you MANY times in the past that McHoofies is a morally bankrupt institution selling murder to other morally bankrupt mares too ignorant and lazy to make their own food.”
  1363. 1363.
     
  1364. 1364.
    > She stared at me for a long moment
  1365. 1365.
     
  1366. 1366.
    “But, I guess it’s a good job…” I sighed
  1367. 1367.
     
  1368. 1368.
    > “It really is!” She said dreamily
  1369. 1369.
     
  1370. 1370.
    “Are you still the manager of the one on Haywood. Road?”
  1371. 1371.
     
  1372. 1372.
    > “No actually…I lost that title a while ago…I blew all my money at the milk bar and was caught stealing from the registers. Now I’m just a fry cook…”
  1373. 1373.
     
  1374. 1374.
    “I’m sorry to hear that. I tried to tell a number of times to stop buying it.”
  1375. 1375.
     
  1376. 1376.
    > “I know. Now that I can’t afford it I’m stuck with this crap.” She said, shaking the cup in her hoof
  1377. 1377.
     
  1378. 1378.
    “Where did you get that drink anyways? It looks delicious.”
  1379. 1379.
     
  1380. 1380.
    > “Oh! They’re selling them under the bridge down that way!” The mare said, pointing down a winding trail deeper into the park
  1381. 1381.
     
  1382. 1382.
    “Ummm….Do you know what’s in them?” I questioned
  1383. 1383.
     
  1384. 1384.
    > The mare gave me a puzzled expression
  1385. 1385.
     
  1386. 1386.
    “It’s a milkshake. I assume milk?”
  1387. 1387.
     
  1388. 1388.
    “Oh, of course! That is kind of a silly question.” I chuckled, feeling a bit ignorant for asking such an obvious question
  1389. 1389.
     
  1390. 1390.
    > “It's nothing like the best Pony stuff. But it’s cheap and makes me feel some sort of way.”
  1391. 1391.
     
  1392. 1392.
    “What way may that be?” I asked
  1393. 1393.
     
  1394. 1394.
    > “It's a filling milk. And each sip is like a quick dopamine rush. But it quickly fades, so I need to take another sip regularly to keep the buzz going.”
  1395. 1395.
     
  1396. 1396.
    “I don’t rightly follow. But I’m kind of happy I don’t.”
  1397. 1397.
     
  1398. 1398.
    > “It’s like your first bite out of a freshly cooked Burmger at McHoofies. It tastes great and makes you feel very satisfied. But deep down, you know it’s bad for you.”
  1399. 1399.
     
  1400. 1400.
    “I see. Well, thank you for the information.”
  1401. 1401.
     
  1402. 1402.
    > “No problem!”
  1403. 1403.
     
  1404. 1404.
    > She went back to sucking down her beverage
  1405. 1405.
     
  1406. 1406.
    > I followed the winding trail toward the old cobblestone bridge.
  1407. 1407.
    > I ducked as entered the mouth of the bridge
  1408. 1408.
    > Most of Ponyville wasn’t designed for mares of my height
  1409. 1409.
     
  1410. 1410.
    > It was in the tunnel I saw two ponies shrouded in patchy black robes huddled next to each other leaning along the tunnel wall
  1411. 1411.
     
  1412. 1412.
    “Ummm…Hi…I would like to buy a milkshake?”
  1413. 1413.
     
  1414. 1414.
    > The ponies face was covered beneath their hood, but I could see one of their pink little snouts poking from the shadows
  1415. 1415.
     
  1416. 1416.
    > “What size!?” The cheery mare beamed
  1417. 1417.
     
  1418. 1418.
    “Ummm….What flavors do you have?”
  1419. 1419.
     
  1420. 1420.
    > “We have chocolate, banana, vanilla, cherry, and cupcake!”
  1421. 1421.
     
  1422. 1422.
    > It was then I realized who this mysterious pink mare with the high pitch excitable voice was.
  1423. 1423.
    > My heart sank
  1424. 1424.
     
  1425. 1425.
    “Pinkie Pie!?”
  1426. 1426.
     
  1427. 1427.
    > Pinkie threw off her hood
  1428. 1428.
     
  1429. 1429.
    > “Darn it! How did you know!?” She cried
  1430. 1430.
     
  1431. 1431.
    > The mare to Pinkies right, in a rather dramatic fashion pulled away her hood and immediately jumped into berating Pinkie.
  1432. 1432.
     
  1433. 1433.
    > “I told you this was a stupid disguise!” She snapped, craning her neck into Pinkies personal space.
  1434. 1434.
    “I said we should dress as ghosts! But you wanted to work in your pajamas!”
  1435. 1435.
     
  1436. 1436.
    > “THE ROBES WERE A GOOD IDEA!” Pinkie screeched
  1437. 1437.
     
  1438. 1438.
    > As the two argued, I eyed the mare opposite of Pinkie
  1439. 1439.
    > This mare is peculiar.
  1440. 1440.
    > In lieu of flesh, her body appears to be constructed of a thin, stretchy plastic material.
  1441. 1441.
    > The plastic was transparent. Along the inner walls of the mare's strange polyethylene shield.
  1442. 1442.
    > Gallons of milk sloshed about wildly through her hollow frame.
  1443. 1443.
     
  1444. 1444.
    > Behind her lively purple eyes sat, what appears to be a bioelectrical mechanism resembling a brain.
  1445. 1445.
    > A blue pulsating, gelatin substance held together by a thin wiry frame sealed behind a second, thicker wall of the transparent polyethylene.
  1446. 1446.
     
  1447. 1447.
    > This “brain” was biological and appeared to operate off a self-sustaining electric current which, when activated, caused a storm of electric discharge, invoking hypnotic pulsations within the mangled biological portions of the mechanism.
  1448. 1448.
     
  1449. 1449.
    > I was stunned, but I quickly realized who this mare was…or rather, what remained of her.
  1450. 1450.
     
  1451. 1451.
    “Trixie! Is that you!?”
  1452. 1452.
     
  1453. 1453.
    > The mares eyes struck mine, then rolled in an exhausted fashion
  1454. 1454.
     
  1455. 1455.
    > “Yes, it’s me. The great and powerful Trixie.” She grumbled
  1456. 1456.
     
  1457. 1457.
    “I heard they did surgery on you after the party but…I…I don’t understand…What did they do to you!?”
  1458. 1458.
     
  1459. 1459.
    > “It’s a long story.” Trixie sighed
  1460. 1460.
     
  1461. 1461.
    > “It's pretty neat” Pinkie snorted “Watch this!”
  1462. 1462.
     
  1463. 1463.
    > Pinkie grabbed one of the disposable plastic cups and jabbed it into Trixies chest.
  1464. 1464.
    > Her hoof peeled beyond the transparent shell with ease.
  1465. 1465.
    > With her hoof now plunged deep inside Trixies milk swollen husk I watched as the milk rushed into the cup.
  1466. 1466.
     
  1467. 1467.
    > Pinkie then promptly removed her hoof revealing a cup filled with thick, white milk.
  1468. 1468.
    > Pinkie added a dab of foam using her whipped cream dispenser and presented me with the drink.
  1469. 1469.
     
  1470. 1470.
    > “That’ll be five bits!”
  1471. 1471.
     
  1472. 1472.
    “Huh? B…But…How did you do that?”
  1473. 1473.
     
  1474. 1474.
    > “I filled Trixie with my milk! She lowers her internal temperature to keep it cold and we sell mare milk milkshakes to ponies all across town!”
  1475. 1475.
     
  1476. 1476.
    > I have so many questions…
  1477. 1477.
     
  1478. 1478.
    “Do ponies know they’re drinking mare milk?” I asked, looking down at the deliciously decorated drink
  1479. 1479.
     
  1480. 1480.
    > “No…Nopony asks…”
  1481. 1481.
     
  1482. 1482.
    “Pinkie! You can’t be selling ponies your milk without telling them! It’s unethical!”
  1483. 1483.
     
  1484. 1484.
    > Pinkie looked blankly at me
  1485. 1485.
     
  1486. 1486.
    > “I once got the entire town drunk for the purpose of sleeping with married ponies to extort them.”
  1487. 1487.
     
  1488. 1488.
    “P…Pinkie! I’m trying to say that….That…Well…You can’t be selling these drinks anymore! You’ll get me in trouble!”
  1489. 1489.
     
  1490. 1490.
    > “What do you mean!? I’m making an honest living out here! What does what I do with my milk have anything to do with you?”
  1491. 1491.
     
  1492. 1492.
    “Pinkie, Mare milk dealing is far from honest. Especially when you don’t tell ponies it’s mare milk.” I said flsttly
  1493. 1493.
     
  1494. 1494.
    > “First you put me in a chastity cage and now this! Whose side are you on!”
  1495. 1495.
     
  1496. 1496.
    “I’m trying to keep you safe! If the mayor finds out about this, you’re going to be in big trouble!”
  1497. 1497.
     
  1498. 1498.
    > “Who says anypony is going to tell?” Pinkie giggled, nudging my left teat with her elbow
  1499. 1499.
     
  1500. 1500.
    “I don’t want any trouble Pinkie. But the mayor won’t be happy with this. She said so herself.”
  1501. 1501.
     
  1502. 1502.
    > “Oh! So that's what this is! You're a messenger for the mayor! And she's using you to get back at me for sleeping with her husband!”
  1503. 1503.
     
  1504. 1504.
    “Mayor Mare isn't married.” I said, again in a flat emotionless tone
  1505. 1505.
     
  1506. 1506.
    > “Ms. Mayor Mare WAS a married mare until her husband remarried a Manhattan mare, who models in magazines. Ms. Mayor Mare broke up with Mr. Mayor Mare when Ms. Mayor Mare marched into her room and saw me making out with Mr. Mayor Mare!”
  1507. 1507.
     
  1508. 1508.
    >....
  1509. 1509.
     
  1510. 1510.
    > “It was aMarezing!”
  1511. 1511.
     
  1512. 1512.
    “Pinkie! That's not funny!” I cried
  1513. 1513.
     
  1514. 1514.
    > “What? I thought the entire town knew about this!”
  1515. 1515.
     
  1516. 1516.
    > My eye began to twitch
  1517. 1517.
     
  1518. 1518.
    “You actually slept with Mayor Mares husband?”
  1519. 1519.
     
  1520. 1520.
    > “Yep!” She cheered
  1521. 1521.
     
  1522. 1522.
    “And I’ve never heard about this until now?”
  1523. 1523.
     
  1524. 1524.
    > “Geez, you really are out of the loop!” Pinkie cackled
  1525. 1525.
     
  1526. 1526.
    “You sleep with one Kitsun and everypony calls you a dog Rutter for the rest of your life!”
  1527. 1527.
     
  1528. 1528.
    > “Fluttershy, calm down…”
  1529. 1529.
     
  1530. 1530.
    > It’s An unsubstantiated rumor based on hearsay from the mouth of Ponyvilles biggest gossip! This kitsune nonsense has followed me for five years! But you can sleep with everpony in town, ruin relationships, spread disease, SLEEP WITH THE MAYORS HUSBAND! and somehow your reputation bounces back to the status que every time!”
  1531. 1531.
     
  1532. 1532.
    > I placed my hoof over my heart
  1533. 1533.
    > My blood was boiling
  1534. 1534.
     
  1535. 1535.
    > “What can I say? I’m irresistible.” Pinkie winked
  1536. 1536.
     
  1537. 1537.
    > I slicked back my greasy mane
  1538. 1538.
    > My lips formed into wrinkled smile which I couldn’t snuff off my sweating, shaking face.
  1539. 1539.
     
  1540. 1540.
    “The mayor has never once mentioned such an incident. She just wants you to stop. Plain and simple.” I explained
  1541. 1541.
     
  1542. 1542.
    > “Hmmmm….” Pinkie began, pirsing her hoof under her chin “Has the mayor ever mentioned the time that I slept with her campaign manager? Or when I gave her son a blowjob? Or last Nightmare Night when I broke into city hall dressed up like her and let ponies run a train on me?”
  1543. 1543.
     
  1544. 1544.
    “I can't believe this…I’ve been getting grief from everypony in town for liking Muffins, and because of that ridiculous Kitsune rumor for years! And you…You do awful things to ponies all the time! And nopony cares! I bet you could kill a pony and nopony would care!”
  1545. 1545.
     
  1546. 1546.
    > “Fluttershy! Killing is illegal!” Pinkie giggled
  1547. 1547.
     
  1548. 1548.
    “So is prostitution!” I shot
  1549. 1549.
     
  1550. 1550.
    > I tossed my hooves over my cheeks
  1551. 1551.
    > Has the world gone mad?
  1552. 1552.
    > Or has it always been like this?
  1553. 1553.
    > Am I blind?
  1554. 1554.
    > These revelations are too much for a weak heart like mine.
  1555. 1555.
     
  1556. 1556.
    > I always knew Pinkie was filthy.
  1557. 1557.
    > She doesn't exactly hide her indecency.
  1558. 1558.
    > But I never considered the totality of her actions in relation to myself and how I am treated and perceived by the community.
  1559. 1559.
     
  1560. 1560.
    > I’m nothing but pathetic…
  1561. 1561.
     
  1562. 1562.
    > I reached into my saddlebag and scooped a hopeful of emergency anti anxiety pills.
  1563. 1563.
    > I swallowed them with a large gulp of Pinkies milk.
  1564. 1564.
    > Which was to her Pinkies credit, induced a very mild burst of euphoria.
  1565. 1565.
    > It tasted like a salty hayburger doused in sugar.
  1566. 1566.
     
  1567. 1567.
    > The medicine, coupled with the milk sobered my mind quickly
  1568. 1568.
    > My eyes softly narrowed and I felt a genuine smile cross my face.
  1569. 1569.
    > My body hummed into calm
  1570. 1570.
    > And I stood on the cusp of that tranquil zone out state.
  1571. 1571.
     
  1572. 1572.
     
  1573. 1573.
     
  1574. 1574.
     
  1575. 1575.
    >...
  1576. 1576.
     
  1577. 1577.
     
  1578. 1578.
     
  1579. 1579.
     
  1580. 1580.
    > “Thank you, have a wonderful day!”
  1581. 1581.
     
  1582. 1582.
    > I shook my head and saw Pinkie waving
  1583. 1583.
     
  1584. 1584.
     
  1585. 1585.
    “Huh!? W…What happened?”
  1586. 1586.
     
  1587. 1587.
    > “I don’t know. You took your pills then immediately stopped talking.”
  1588. 1588.
     
  1589. 1589.
    “Oh…Sorry…I…”
  1590. 1590.
     
  1591. 1591.
    > “The you just stared into space fo ten minutes. You’re eyes were wide as you intensely stared forward.”
  1592. 1592.
     
  1593. 1593.
    “I’m sorry….What were we talking about again?”
  1594. 1594.
     
  1595. 1595.
    > “You were upset that I have more fun than you.”
  1596. 1596.
     
  1597. 1597.
    “No, NO! I was upset because I have to live up to higher standards than you!”
  1598. 1598.
     
  1599. 1599.
    > Pinkie crossed her hooves
  1600. 1600.
     
  1601. 1601.
    > “And who’s fault is that?”
  1602. 1602.
     
  1603. 1603.
    “What do you mean?”
  1604. 1604.
     
  1605. 1605.
    > “Maybe life is easier for me because I own who I am. I don’t hide the fact that I’m easy, or that I sell my body for sex, or that I once gave head to the mayors son. Sure, my reputation isn’t stellar, but atleast I’m not walking around worrying about what other ponies may or may not know.”
  1606. 1606.
     
  1607. 1607.
    “So I should just tell everyone I sleep with animals?”
  1608. 1608.
     
  1609. 1609.
    > “Depends. Do you have sex with animals?”
  1610. 1610.
     
  1611. 1611.
    >....
  1612. 1612.
     
  1613. 1613.
    > “Fluttershy?”
  1614. 1614.
     
  1615. 1615.
    “Nooo….”
  1616. 1616.
     
  1617. 1617.
    > “Oooo! Fluttershy! That doesn't sound honest!” She teased
  1618. 1618.
     
  1619. 1619.
    > I threw my wings over my face
  1620. 1620.
     
  1621. 1621.
    > “Fluttershy! It's nothing to be ashamed of! There are ponies WAY weirder than you! I would know, I slept with half the town!”
  1622. 1622.
     
  1623. 1623.
    “And you're proud of that?”
  1624. 1624.
     
  1625. 1625.
    > “Like I said, I don't see it as a negative thing. It just sort of happened. And it’s not like I can ever take it back, so why get twisted in the past?” She shrugged
  1626. 1626.
     
  1627. 1627.
     
  1628. 1628.
    “Pinkie. Have you ever done anything sexual with Muffins?”
  1629. 1629.
     
  1630. 1630.
    > Pinkie looked up in thought
  1631. 1631.
     
  1632. 1632.
    > “Well, we kissed in the closet at the party…”
  1633. 1633.
     
  1634. 1634.
    “The party….You mean the same party where I was trying my hardest to impress her!?”
  1635. 1635.
     
  1636. 1636.
    > “She was also pretty naked at the time.” Pinkie pondered “We used our tongues too. But it wasn't sexual!” She snorted
  1637. 1637.
     
  1638. 1638.
    “Pinkie!”
  1639. 1639.
     
  1640. 1640.
    > I had never felt so betrayed
  1641. 1641.
     
  1642. 1642.
    "I'm telling the mayor all about this! So you better stop!"
  1643. 1643.
     
  1644. 1644.
    > "Fluttershy! Relax! It was just..."
  1645. 1645.
     
  1646. 1646.
    > "I hopped onto my scooter and headed home
  1647. 1647.
     
  1648. 1648.
     
  1649. 1649.
     
  1650. 1650.
    12:00 PM: Daily Lunchtime argument with Muffins
  1651. 1651.
     
  1652. 1652.
    > I returned home to collect two more barrels of milk for the spa sisters before going to work.
  1653. 1653.
    > I’m still furious at Pinkie for betraying me like she did, and I can’t remember a time where I’ve been more angry at another pony.
  1654. 1654.
    > The worst part of the situation is that Pinkie had never once showed interest in Muffins until I told her my feelings.
  1655. 1655.
    > And instead of being a good friend and respecting our space. Pinkie starts to make moves on Muffins! And within twenty minutes the two are making out in the closet like two fillies playing a perverted party game!
  1656. 1656.
     
  1657. 1657.
    > Muffins isn’t off the hook either.
  1658. 1658.
    > Because that same night, Muffins told me that I was her first kiss, and I believed her.
  1659. 1659.
    > All these lies make me wonder what else Muffins and my other friends fabricated over the years.
  1660. 1660.
     
  1661. 1661.
    > After collecting the barrels and strapping them to my scooter, I went inside the cottage to retrieve my uniform.
  1662. 1662.
     
  1663. 1663.
    > I entered the house, dragging my hooves through the garbage
  1664. 1664.
    > Heart pumping fiercely as I neared the door
  1665. 1665.
     
  1666. 1666.
    > Emotions blazing
  1667. 1667.
    > Head feeling dizzy
  1668. 1668.
    > Heat building between my legs
  1669. 1669.
    > Stomach acids flaring
  1670. 1670.
    > Teats pulsating
  1671. 1671.
    > Eyes watering
  1672. 1672.
    > Bones aching
  1673. 1673.
     
  1674. 1674.
    > When I finally reached the bedroom I kicked in the door.
  1675. 1675.
     
  1676. 1676.
    > Muffins jumped, throwing the blankets over herself
  1677. 1677.
    > A book titled “The Wanting Mare” slid from the bed onto the floor
  1678. 1678.
     
  1679. 1679.
    > Hi, Fluttershy! I was just…Reading!”
  1680. 1680.
     
  1681. 1681.
    > I stood in the doorway scanning the mountains of laundry and trash for my outfit
  1682. 1682.
    > A muffled humming noise, sounding mechanical in nature filled the room.
  1683. 1683.
     
  1684. 1684.
    “So, while I’m out working. You’re sitting at home all day masturbating.” I huffed
  1685. 1685.
     
  1686. 1686.
    > “I was just reading.” She peeped
  1687. 1687.
     
  1688. 1688.
    > I started dredging through the trash, searching high and low for my outfit
  1689. 1689.
     
  1690. 1690.
    “When you read those romance books, who are you picturing?” I asked, refusing to acknowledge her with eye contact
  1691. 1691.
     
  1692. 1692.
    > “I’m thinking of you of course!”
  1693. 1693.
     
  1694. 1694.
    “Is that so?”
  1695. 1695.
     
  1696. 1696.
    > “Yep!” She nodded
  1697. 1697.
     
  1698. 1698.
    > I turned to her and stared her dead in the eye
  1699. 1699.
     
  1700. 1700.
    “Not some other pony?”
  1701. 1701.
     
  1702. 1702.
    > “Who wold I be thinking of?” She gulped
  1703. 1703.
     
  1704. 1704.
    “I don’t know…Some pony with a pink coat….A little thick in the hips…Ten nipples…”
  1705. 1705.
     
  1706. 1706.
    > “Y…You mean Pinkie? W…Why would I be thinking of Pinkie?”
  1707. 1707.
     
  1708. 1708.
    “I don’t know, Muffins. Why wouldn’t you think of Pinkie? You clearly find her attractive!”
  1709. 1709.
     
  1710. 1710.
    > “Fluttershy? Are you having one of your….Various…Mental “attacks” again?
  1711. 1711.
     
  1712. 1712.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you kissed Pinkie!?” I snapped, slamming my hoof to the floor
  1713. 1713.
     
  1714. 1714.
    > “W…W…What!? I…Fluttershy, I…”
  1715. 1715.
     
  1716. 1716.
    “You kissed Pinkie the night of the party! Then I kissed you! And you said I was your first kiss!”
  1717. 1717.
     
  1718. 1718.
    > “Ummm….Y..Yeah…I..I remember…That?” She replied with uncertainty
  1719. 1719.
     
  1720. 1720.
    “You lied to me!”
  1721. 1721.
     
  1722. 1722.
    > “F…Fluttershy you’re…You’re misunderstanding…It wasn’t r…romantic…It was…W…w…”
  1723. 1723.
     
  1724. 1724.
    > I bolted to the bedside and firmly grabbed the tubes connected to her chest teats
  1725. 1725.
     
  1726. 1726.
    > “Muffins. How many ponies have you kissed?”
  1727. 1727.
     
  1728. 1728.
    “Just you! A…And Pinkie…And…I kissed Twilight in her sleep once…B…But T…Thats…Thats it…”
  1729. 1729.
     
  1730. 1730.
    > The humming became louder
  1731. 1731.
     
  1732. 1732.
    > Muffins eye pointed down toward her teats
  1733. 1733.
    > Her ears fell flat along her head and face turned red
  1734. 1734.
    > She started to laugh nervously
  1735. 1735.
     
  1736. 1736.
     
  1737. 1737.
    “What in Equestria is that noise!?” I asked, releasing my hooves from the tubes
  1738. 1738.
     
  1739. 1739.
    > “Probably just the MX3?” She peeped
  1740. 1740.
     
  1741. 1741.
    > I looked around the room but couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary
  1742. 1742.
     
  1743. 1743.
    “You’re an awful liar.” I said
  1744. 1744.
     
  1745. 1745.
    > Muffins gulped again, looking more nervous than ever
  1746. 1746.
     
  1747. 1747.
    > I began tossing articles of clothing about the room as I searched for my uniform,
  1748. 1748.
     
  1749. 1749.
    “You know. I’ve been very honest about everything regarding my past. You know I’ve partaken in my share of fun.”
  1750. 1750.
     
  1751. 1751.
    > “Yes…I know.” She sighed
  1752. 1752.
     
  1753. 1753.
    “You know I love you, right?”
  1754. 1754.
     
  1755. 1755.
    > “Yes.”
  1756. 1756.
     
  1757. 1757.
    “And that I will do anything to keep you safe?”
  1758. 1758.
     
  1759. 1759.
    > “Yes!” She groaned
  1760. 1760.
     
  1761. 1761.
    “Muffins!” I giggled, you don’t have to be so dramatic!”
  1762. 1762.
     
  1763. 1763.
    > Muffins eyes widened, and her jaw dropped
  1764. 1764.
     
  1765. 1765.
    “All I’m saying is that we’re in a relationship. We need to be honest.”
  1766. 1766.
     
  1767. 1767.
    > Muffins crossed her hooves and wore a quizzical glare
  1768. 1768.
     
  1769. 1769.
    > “I..Is that so?”
  1770. 1770.
     
  1771. 1771.
    “Yes.” I nodded “I told all about what Milky and I got up to when we were friends. You know I can be a little playful!” I laughed
  1772. 1772.
     
  1773. 1773.
    > “So did you have sex with a Kitsune?”
  1774. 1774.
     
  1775. 1775.
    > I leaned close to the ground digging through the laundry
  1776. 1776.
     
  1777. 1777.
    “Muffins….You know that story is false….”
  1778. 1778.
     
  1779. 1779.
    > “Because I’ve heard that rumor from lots of ponies and for a long time now. But when I ask you, you never give me a straight answer.”
  1780. 1780.
     
  1781. 1781.
    “Strawberry is a liar! You know that.”
  1782. 1782.
     
  1783. 1783.
    > “She’s never told me a lie.” Muffins spat
  1784. 1784.
     
  1785. 1785.
    > I raised my neck from the ground and locked eyes with Muffins
  1786. 1786.
     
  1787. 1787.
    “Muffins. You’re speaking on matters you know nothing about.”
  1788. 1788.
     
  1789. 1789.
    > “You still haven’t answered my question.”
  1790. 1790.
     
  1791. 1791.
    “Why does it matter?”
  1792. 1792.
     
  1793. 1793.
    > “Because you said you wanted honesty!”
  1794. 1794.
     
  1795. 1795.
    “What does a ridiculous rumor about Kitsune have to do with anything!?”
  1796. 1796.
     
  1797. 1797.
    > “B….Be….Oh, geez…..B…B….”
  1798. 1798.
     
  1799. 1799.
    > Muffins rolled her eye and inhaled sharply
  1800. 1800.
     
  1801. 1801.
    > Because…I…Y…You see…It…”
  1802. 1802.
     
  1803. 1803.
    “You kissed Pinkie and didn’t tell me!” I shot, interrupting her response
  1804. 1804.
     
  1805. 1805.
    > “Fluttershy! I…I was trying to do the right thing! I was nervous! I asked Pinkie to help me be a better kisser because I was nervous about kissing you! I love you! But we can’t keep living like this!”
  1806. 1806.
     
  1807. 1807.
    >...
  1808. 1808.
     
  1809. 1809.
    “So you admit it?”
  1810. 1810.
     
  1811. 1811.
    > “Yes! I thought we already made that point clear!”
  1812. 1812.
     
  1813. 1813.
    “Muffins?”
  1814. 1814.
     
  1815. 1815.
    > “Y..Yes?”
  1816. 1816.
     
  1817. 1817.
    “If you had consented to copulation with a Kitsune, would you be quick to concede to such an embarrassing fact?”
  1818. 1818.
     
  1819. 1819.
    > “I…I don’t know…But….That's….That’s not a straight answer either!”
  1820. 1820.
     
  1821. 1821.
    > I grabbed my uniform and left the house.
  1822. 1822.
     
  1823. 1823.
     
  1824. 1824.
     
  1825. 1825.
     
  1826. 1826.
     
  1827. 1827.
     
  1828. 1828.
    1:00 PM: Milk Bar
  1829. 1829.
     
  1830. 1830.
     
  1831. 1831.
    > After a heated discussion regarding Derpy's dumb and adulterous decisions I drove east to the Old Ponyville black market.
  1832. 1832.
    > With my scooter strapped with two fresh barrels of milk and my costume in my saddlebag I was ready to start my day.
  1833. 1833.
     
  1834. 1834.
    > I work under the spa sisters in the ruins of the Old Ponyville quarry
  1835. 1835.
    > A market is buried deep beneath a mountain of steel and wood detritus
  1836. 1836.
    > Small, tubular rays of sunlight pierce through the tiny cracks amongst the waste overhead.
  1837. 1837.
     
  1838. 1838.
    > The outskirts of the mine is spotted with large stainless steel towers with heights reaching beyond the clouds.
  1839. 1839.
    > The mine is a graveyard of mystery.
  1840. 1840.
    > Nopony knows the purpose of the towers, the quarry, or the mine itself
  1841. 1841.
    > As citizens of Ponyville we don’t talk about the mine.
  1842. 1842.
    > It’s an uncomfortable topic of discussion for many.
  1843. 1843.
     
  1844. 1844.
    > It takes around ten minutes of walking to get to the market
  1845. 1845.
    > The path is winding and narrow.
  1846. 1846.
    > The walls are lined with large shredded metal fragments, rotting lumber and all sorts of random trash.
  1847. 1847.
     
  1848. 1848.
    > Upon reaching the end of the path a large open area presents itself
  1849. 1849.
    > The earth here is flat, dappled with small fires scattered along the dirt floor.
  1850. 1850.
    > Other, more powerful sources of light are the large neon signs and the giant circular opening high above.
  1851. 1851.
     
  1852. 1852.
    > The market is completely surrounded by industrial waste
  1853. 1853.
    > The trash looks almost assembled.
  1854. 1854.
    > Forming a large dome of stainless steel, arranged chaotically.
  1855. 1855.
    > Spears of metal protrude randomly along its walls which run fifty feet high.
  1856. 1856.
    > The dome culminates in an oculus high above, where the sun shines only mildly upon the market.
  1857. 1857.
     
  1858. 1858.
    > I drove through a crowd of well dressed degenerates towards the far end of the dome, passing animated neon signs advertising various services and wares.
  1859. 1859.
    > Before
  1860. 1860.
     
  1861. 1861.
    > Bars with interior designs similar to a wine and cider establishments selling drugs of both the plant and synthetic variety
  1862. 1862.
    > Potion dealers pedaling dark magics
  1863. 1863.
    > A crystal pony weapons dealer with a large glowing pink sign shaped like a heart above her shop sells Crystal Empire weaponry.
  1864. 1864.
    > She even sells the “A-Cadance-47”
  1865. 1865.
    > A new type of ballistic weapon called a “gun”
  1866. 1866.
     
  1867. 1867.
    > Designed in the Crystal Empire, the A-Cadance-47 is the standard weapon fitted to all officers of the Pink Army operating within the borders of the Crystal Empire.
  1868. 1868.
    > Celestia has banned the use of the A-Cadnce-47 in Equestria proper because of their potential for disrupting the peace of Equestria.
  1869. 1869.
    > But though they are banned, they are popular among mares with anti-Celestia sentiments who can afford the 1500 Bits to purchase them.
  1870. 1870.
     
  1871. 1871.
    > As I near the Milk Bar, I pass an establishment called the “Smoke Shop”
  1872. 1872.
    > Previously, the Pink Pony Strip Club before the spa sisters integrated their prostitution ring into the Milk Bar and saw the strip club as a threat to their business.
  1873. 1873.
    > This all happened after they “fired” Milky and voting me out of my position as co-manager of the Milk Bar.
  1874. 1874.
     
  1875. 1875.
    > The Milk Bar is by the most popular shop in the market
  1876. 1876.
    > This is overwhelmingly due to Muffins milk, which has electrified the market into being a tourist spot for sex fiends, addicts, criminals, fetishes and all sorts of degenerates.
  1877. 1877.
     
  1878. 1878.
    > The Milk Bar is the only business which operates inside the corpse of a steel tower.
  1879. 1879.
    > The place is spacious for all sorts of things and easy to keep cool.
  1880. 1880.
    > Great for milk storage.
  1881. 1881.
     
  1882. 1882.
    > After pushing my way to the back of the bar, I park my scooter inside and get dressed
  1883. 1883.
    > My work attire is a pair of drooping cow ears, cow print socks with matching bra and panties.
  1884. 1884.
    > Needless to say, I hate my job…
  1885. 1885.
    > Because similarly to when I work for the mayor, I never know what my duties will be when I start work.
  1886. 1886.
     
  1887. 1887.
    > Sometimes I work the bar serving Best Pony for eight hours.
  1888. 1888.
    > Or I’m stuck cleaning the “love rooms” and entertaining guests with “sexy” conversation.
  1889. 1889.
    > But the worst days are when one of the working mares call in sick.
  1890. 1890.
    > Because then I’m stuck giving stallions hoof jobs or letting them “hotdog” their penises between my teats until completeion.
  1891. 1891.
     
  1892. 1892.
     
  1893. 1893.
    > The Milk Bar wasn’t always like this
  1894. 1894.
    > Our clientele was small, and everypony shared the same fetish.
  1895. 1895.
    > Milky and I would serve ponies or milk, I would occasionally engage in a soft sub/dom dynamic with Milky and the other clients.
  1896. 1896.
    > I loved working at the Milk Bar
  1897. 1897.
    > But sadly, what was once a job I did for pleasure I now do out of obligation.
  1898. 1898.
     
  1899. 1899.
    > I looked at my schedule along the backroom wall
  1900. 1900.
    > It read:
  1901. 1901.
    > “Fluttershy: Bartending”
  1902. 1902.
    > A exhaled, then grabbed the two barrels of Best Pony
  1903. 1903.
    > Once I was behind the bar, I connected the barrels into the bar taps then stood near the counter.
  1904. 1904.
     
  1905. 1905.
    > It may get boring, but it’s better than cleaning love rooms, or being a sex object.
  1906. 1906.
     
  1907. 1907.
    > “Glad you finally made it!”
  1908. 1908.
     
  1909. 1909.
    > I jumped then swung my head to my left.
  1910. 1910.
    > I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed her before, but Rainy Days was standing right beside me!
  1911. 1911.
    > She had her nipple dippied inside a plastic bottle sitting along the bar. And with her hooves she incited milk flow through rough intermittent squeezing.
  1912. 1912.
     
  1913. 1913.
    “Rainy! You near gave me a heart attack!”
  1914. 1914.
     
  1915. 1915.
    > “Sorry Fluttershy!” She laughed
  1916. 1916.
     
  1917. 1917.
    “It’s fine…”
  1918. 1918.
     
  1919. 1919.
    > My eyes fell onto her for a long moment.
  1920. 1920.
    > She was deep into her work and I was falling hypnotized.
  1921. 1921.
    > The sound of the highly pressurized milk slamming against the walls of the bottle.
  1922. 1922.
    > Her skin warping around her hooves
  1923. 1923.
    > The way the milk dripped after each spray…
  1924. 1924.
     
  1925. 1925.
    > When the bottle was full she sealed the top with a flimsy plastic cap and placed the bottle in the refrigerator behind the bar.
  1926. 1926.
    > She then grabbed another empty bottle and repeated the process.
  1927. 1927.
    > I watched this process in silence
  1928. 1928.
    > After her fourth bottle, my curiosity was getting the best of me.
  1929. 1929.
    > And I shook myself from my erotic trance.
  1930. 1930.
     
  1931. 1931.
    > I shook the sensation from my head and craned my neck near her cheek
  1932. 1932.
     
  1933. 1933.
    “What are you doing?”
  1934. 1934.
     
  1935. 1935.
    > “Lotus said she came up with a new idea the other day. Apparently we're selling milkshakes now “
  1936. 1936.
     
  1937. 1937.
    “I see.” I replied, gritting my teeth
  1938. 1938.
     
  1939. 1939.
    > “Yep! Ponies can buy seven hundred and fifty milliliter bottles of milk from any mare at the milk bar they choose. Lotus says it's a convenient and portable way to enjoy milk when not at the bar. Just keep them refrigerated! And when you’re ready to drink, just give the bottle a little shake!” She laughed
  1940. 1940.
     
  1941. 1941.
    “Let me see that bottle.” I asked, snatching it from her hooves.
  1942. 1942.
     
  1943. 1943.
    > Her teat started to drip onto the floor
  1944. 1944.
     
  1945. 1945.
    “Fluttershy! You know once how hard it is for me to produce…” She whined
  1946. 1946.
     
  1947. 1947.
    > I raised the bottle close to my face
  1948. 1948.
    > The front label read in large bubble letters “Milk for Rainy Dayz.”
  1949. 1949.
    > I returned Rainy her bottle and she quickly plugged the neck her nipple.
  1950. 1950.
    > It’s appalling how sloppy the spa sisters are getting.
  1951. 1951.
     
  1952. 1952.
    > Marketing is one thing, but laminating the names of Ponies in our highly illegal products is plain irresponsible.
  1953. 1953.
    > Rainy Days and the other mares who work here aren’t Muffins.
  1954. 1954.
    > Muffins doesn’t exist on paper.
  1955. 1955.
    > Especially after the mayor wiped her entire record.
  1956. 1956.
    > Heck!
  1957. 1957.
    > You could argue that Muffins doesn’t even have a name, since most ponies either call her “Derpy” or refer to her as the mysterious “Best Pony”
  1958. 1958.
    > It's lucky for the spa sisters that the mares who work here are either too young, ignorant or milk addicted to realize how dangerous it is to have your name on a highly illegal product.
  1959. 1959.
     
  1960. 1960.
    > “Aloe says my milk tastes like cinnamon.” Rainy said proudly.
  1961. 1961.
     
  1962. 1962.
    “Sorry?”
  1963. 1963.
     
  1964. 1964.
    > “Aloe! She said my milk tastes good!”
  1965. 1965.
     
  1966. 1966.
    “Oh…Thats…That’s very nice…”
  1967. 1967.
     
  1968. 1968.
    > “I think Aloe likes me! We’ve been spending lots of time together!”
  1969. 1969.
     
  1970. 1970.
    > I rolled my eyes and bit my bottom lip
  1971. 1971.
     
  1972. 1972.
    “How much do you make off these milkshakes?” I asked
  1973. 1973.
     
  1974. 1974.
    > “The spa sisters make most of the profit. But I get a twenty five cent kickback for every bottle I sell.”
  1975. 1975.
     
  1976. 1976.
    “And how much do they charge per bottle?”
  1977. 1977.
     
  1978. 1978.
    > “Seven bits.” She beamed
  1979. 1979.
     
  1980. 1980.
    > I raised an eyebrow
  1981. 1981.
     
  1982. 1982.
    > Rainy, in a rare instance of sober thinking. Looked down her teats for a long painful moment
  1983. 1983.
     
  1984. 1984.
    > “I think I'm getting ripped off.” She said matter of factly
  1985. 1985.
     
  1986. 1986.
    “I think you are as well.” I nodded
  1987. 1987.
     
  1988. 1988.
    > Her eyes lidded and she thought for a long moment.
  1989. 1989.
    > Her squeezing slowed and I could see her working through the problem in her head.
  1990. 1990.
    > Eventually, I grew tired of watching her struggle to produce milk and leaned my head over my hoof along the bar and stared out at the crowd of ponies high out of their minds on my marefreinds milk.
  1991. 1991.
     
  1992. 1992.
    > It’s sad to say. But the more I work with Rainy, the less I enjoy her company.
  1993. 1993.
    > I met her a long time ago now.
  1994. 1994.
    > She was the second mare I had hired to work at Derpy Deliveries.
  1995. 1995.
    > Before her, I had already hired Appointment Rounds, whos experience and knowledge in the mail delivery service industry proves greater than even “Ponyville's best mailmare”
  1996. 1996.
    > An unofficial title I’ve only heard spoken by “Ponyville's best mailmare” herself.
  1997. 1997.
     
  1998. 1998.
    > Rainy was hired more so because I believed that she and Muffins would get along.
  1999. 1999.
    > The two are very similar, and Rainy Days possesses a number of unfortunate qualities which remind me of Muffins.
  2000. 2000.
    > She’s hopelessly naive.
  2001. 2001.
    > Her mind is simple.
  2002. 2002.
    > And her attitude isn't far from your typical junior flight school student.
  2003. 2003.
    > Despite being far beyond the age of one.
  2004. 2004.
     
  2005. 2005.
    > She also rambles
  2006. 2006.
    > A lot.
  2007. 2007.
    > Occasionally about her fascist parents, often about drinking, and frequently about boys.
  2008. 2008.
    > I’ve never listened intently enough to determine whether she prefers drinking over rutting or rutting over drinking.
  2009. 2009.
     
  2010. 2010.
    > I would assume she would prefer drinking over rutting, considering she ruts for a living now.
  2011. 2011.
    > I believe that Rainy ruts to make bits for the purpose of purchasing drinks, so she can rut her friends recreationally.
  2012. 2012.
     
  2013. 2013.
    > Drinking, in Rainys case encompasses both Best Pony and alcohol.
  2014. 2014.
    > She consumes a healthy amount of both daily, though she isn't what one would define as a calf.
  2015. 2015.
    > At least not yet…
  2016. 2016.
     
  2017. 2017.
    > Similar to Muffins, Rainy also lacks basic critical thinking skills or the physical dexterity of the Average pegasi.
  2018. 2018.
    > I would know.
  2019. 2019.
    > Again, because I hired her.
  2020. 2020.
     
  2021. 2021.
    > Rainy makes up for her thinking deficiency with her warm personality.
  2022. 2022.
    >There's a reason she's become one of the spa sisters top earners in such a short amount of time.
  2023. 2023.
    > Bubbling with optimism, and never taking things too personally.
  2024. 2024.
    > Rainy Days is what Muffins would be if Muffins wasn't crippled by uncertainty and neuroticism.
  2025. 2025.
     
  2026. 2026.
    > For these reasons I believed the two would bond.
  2027. 2027.
    > They are mentally consistent.
  2028. 2028.
     
  2029. 2029.
    > “Do you wanna help me fill these?” Rainy asked, shaking an empty bottle of “For Rainy Dayz” in my face
  2030. 2030.
     
  2031. 2031.
    “Wouldn’t that affect the taste?”
  2032. 2032.
     
  2033. 2033.
    > “Nah! The only ponies who buy these things are calfs who can't afford the Best Pony stuff.”
  2034. 2034.
     
  2035. 2035.
    > She ripped off the bottle's cap, and blew into the hollow plastic container.
  2036. 2036.
     
  2037. 2037.
    “Ok, fine” I nodded
  2038. 2038.
     
  2039. 2039.
    > Rainy smiled wider than usual (which is usually quite wide) and slipped my bra off my left teat.
  2040. 2040.
    > She then began massaging my nipple to stimulate milk flow.
  2041. 2041.
     
  2042. 2042.
    > “Do you ever wonder who the best pony is?” She asked dreamily
  2043. 2043.
     
  2044. 2044.
    “No.” I blurted
  2045. 2045.
     
  2046. 2046.
    > Rainy Days hooves fell to a dead stop
  2047. 2047.
    > Her mouth rounded and she looked up at me with pronounced disbelief
  2048. 2048.
     
  2049. 2049.
    “I mean…Sometimes?” I replied “Who doesn't!” I fained a fond expression, and fanned my face with my hoof for maximum effect.
  2050. 2050.
     
  2051. 2051.
    > She watched my intently for a few seconds before returning to rolling her hooves about my areola and nipple in a mechanical fashion.
  2052. 2052.
     
  2053. 2053.
    > “I bet that Best Pony is one of the coolest mares in all of Equestria.”
  2054. 2054.
     
  2055. 2055.
    > Her tone was childlike and whimsical
  2056. 2056.
     
  2057. 2057.
    “Oh, please.” I mumbled.
  2058. 2058.
     
  2059. 2059.
    > “You don't think?”
  2060. 2060.
     
  2061. 2061.
    “Best Pony isn't a mare to be looked up too. Trust me.”
  2062. 2062.
     
  2063. 2063.
    > “Why not?”
  2064. 2064.
     
  2065. 2065.
    “Because….Well….Well you know how sometimes you think somepony is great? But then you get to know them and it turns out they aren't that great at all?” I explained
  2066. 2066.
     
  2067. 2067.
    > “Kind of?”
  2068. 2068.
     
  2069. 2069.
    “Thats Best Pony. She seems nice, and fun, and like a mare who you could grow old with. A mare who you can cuddle all day when you're sad
  2070. 2070.
    …And make you feel warm inside. And for the first little while you do. And it's heaven. But then something happens. And things change. You don't know if it's you or her but you can't stand the sight of her. And you keep giving the better parts of yourself to her until there's nothing left to give. You become codependent. You live in a shadow. You live in HER shadow. And it's a cold lonely place where nothing good can grow. And that warmth you once felt…That feeling only Best Pony can give you is replaced by an endless pit. Best Po y isn't a good mare friend. She isn't even developed enough to be a full pony. I live in the shadow of a mare who is herself a shadow.”
  2071. 2071.
     
  2072. 2072.
    > Rainys hooves had stopped completely now
  2073. 2073.
     
  2074. 2074.
    > “Wait…You know Best Pony?”
  2075. 2075.
     
  2076. 2076.
    “And everypony laughs at you for dating her….But you keep your head up. Because you know “Best Pony” wouldn't last a week without you.” I chuckled
  2077. 2077.
     
  2078. 2078.
    > “I’m so confused!” Rainy whined, pressing her hooves between her head
  2079. 2079.
     
  2080. 2080.
    > I exhaled and tried to find a happier place
  2081. 2081.
     
  2082. 2082.
    “I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
  2083. 2083.
     
  2084. 2084.
    > “And that's perfectly fine! Do you want to talk about it?”
  2085. 2085.
     
  2086. 2086.
    “I think I just did.” I sighed
  2087. 2087.
     
  2088. 2088.
    > “Well…I’ve drank lots of Best Pony, and I’ve NEVER felt like that before. Maybe you’re allergic?”
  2089. 2089.
     
  2090. 2090.
    “Maybe.” I laughed, wiping my eye
  2091. 2091.
     
  2092. 2092.
    > “Do you like to drink?”
  2093. 2093.
     
  2094. 2094.
    “Not really. I really shouldn’t be drinking with my pills.”
  2095. 2095.
     
  2096. 2096.
    > “No problem! I’ll drink then!”
  2097. 2097.
     
  2098. 2098.
    “What do you…?”
  2099. 2099.
     
  2100. 2100.
    > Without warning, Rainy Days plopped my nipple in her mouth and began to suck really hard.
  2101. 2101.
     
  2102. 2102.
    “Oh! You mean THAT kind of drink!”
  2103. 2103.
     
  2104. 2104.
    > Though I was initially stunned.
  2105. 2105.
    > The shock of Rainys sudden sexual harassment was quickly nullified, and the soothing sensation of warmth and sexual stimulation began to sprint through my body, replacing all anxiety with relaxation.
  2106. 2106.
     
  2107. 2107.
    > Before Lotus plotted my daily intake of teat enhancement medication, I had difficulty producing.
  2108. 2108.
    > They would build quickly, often becoming firm.
  2109. 2109.
    > The tightness of my teats made them heavy and sore.
  2110. 2110.
    > But now, my teats have grown so sensitive, that even an innocuous gentle brush, or slight constriction can induce milkflow.
  2111. 2111.
     
  2112. 2112.
    > I hate how I can no longer control the sensation
  2113. 2113.
    > It makes me feel weak
  2114. 2114.
    > When ponies so casually use me as an object, as they often do.
  2115. 2115.
    > I can’t help but feel small and vulnerable.
  2116. 2116.
    > The worst of it is that I am aware of my objectification and invite it through my silent complacence.
  2117. 2117.
    > I am of the ubersub of Pegasi.
  2118. 2118.
    > Therefore, I find the idea of being nothing more than what my body can provide to others to be incredibly erotic.
  2119. 2119.
     
  2120. 2120.
    > With my teat in her mouth, Rainy slowly began cocking her head backward and forth.
  2121. 2121.
    > Using her cheek and jaw muscles to keep my nipple gripped tight between her lips.
  2122. 2122.
    > I placed my hoof delicately over her head
  2123. 2123.
     
  2124. 2124.
    “You’re really good at this.”
  2125. 2125.
     
  2126. 2126.
    > She spat out my teat
  2127. 2127.
    > Milk wrapped around her lips
  2128. 2128.
     
  2129. 2129.
    > “Thanks! Aloe has me do this all the time for her!”
  2130. 2130.
     
  2131. 2131.
    “Do you like being used like that?” I moaned
  2132. 2132.
     
  2133. 2133.
    > “I mean…She pays me. So it isn’t that bad.”
  2134. 2134.
     
  2135. 2135.
    “You know, some mares like that kinda thing.”
  2136. 2136.
     
  2137. 2137.
    > “I get the feeling you’re one of those mares.” She chuckled
  2138. 2138.
     
  2139. 2139.
    “Here, I’m just a milkmare. You can do as you please.”
  2140. 2140.
     
  2141. 2141.
    > Now with permission, Rainy began to show her true colors
  2142. 2142.
    > She grabbed my teat and twisted it counterclockwise and held it in this contorted position
  2143. 2143.
     
  2144. 2144.
    > I closed my mouth along my bottom lip
  2145. 2145.
     
  2146. 2146.
    “That really feels….Nice.” I gasped
  2147. 2147.
     
  2148. 2148.
    > Rainy released my nipple and laughed
  2149. 2149.
     
  2150. 2150.
    “You’re really messed up, Fluttershy!”
  2151. 2151.
     
  2152. 2152.
    > I nodded in feverish agreement
  2153. 2153.
     
  2154. 2154.
    > She then plopped my teat back into her mouth and continued to suck, now with intermittent nippling
  2155. 2155.
    > I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation
  2156. 2156.
    > Rainy return to the tight lipped, head bobbing technique
  2157. 2157.
    > The way she integrated her entire body into method, and the energy she was clearly exerting made the sensation sickly satisfying.
  2158. 2158.
     
  2159. 2159.
    > My hooves curled inwards
  2160. 2160.
     
  2161. 2161.
    “Please keep going! Please Keep going!” I squeaked “Make me your milk mare!”
  2162. 2162.
     
  2163. 2163.
    > Finally, once Rainy reached maximum extension and could no longer grasp my teat.
  2164. 2164.
    > She released it.
  2165. 2165.
    > The teat snapped back into its home between my legs.
  2166. 2166.
    > The sound elicited when my teat exited her mouth carried such force it produced a loud “POP!”
  2167. 2167.
     
  2168. 2168.
    > The milk started to run free from my body onto the floor in a thick stream.
  2169. 2169.
     
  2170. 2170.
    “I haven’t felt like that in a long time.” I gasped
  2171. 2171.
     
  2172. 2172.
    > “I can tell! You’re super pent up.” Rainy replied, wiping her mouth
  2173. 2173.
     
  2174. 2174.
    “You’re very good at that. If I had known you were so lively. I would have hired you to work with me at the cottage, instead of delivering mail.”
  2175. 2175.
     
  2176. 2176.
    > “It’s no problem!” She shrugged “I’m honestly happy for the opportunity. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now! I would be stuck in some boring college class, or working some retail job.” Rainys face scrunched in disgust. She stuck out her tongue and pointed to it “But here…I can get wasted everyday and have sex with SO many different ponies! It really is an amazing job!”
  2177. 2177.
     
  2178. 2178.
    > Rainy is abjectly helpless.
  2179. 2179.
    > Young
  2180. 2180.
    > Naive
  2181. 2181.
    > Simple minded
  2182. 2182.
    > Poor
  2183. 2183.
    > She’s kinda cute…
  2184. 2184.
     
  2185. 2185.
    “Rainy, are…Seeing anypony right now?”
  2186. 2186.
     
  2187. 2187.
    > “I’m always seeing lots of ponies!”
  2188. 2188.
     
  2189. 2189.
    “And you think that's appropriate?”
  2190. 2190.
     
  2191. 2191.
    > “It’s definitely not normal…But neither is my profession. I make my money through my looks and milk. I’ve never been a smart mare…And I don’t have any talents. My cutie mark is a storm cloud, what can a mare possibly do with a butt stamp that vague?”
  2192. 2192.
     
  2193. 2193.
    > Rainy popped open another empty bottle and began to fill it.
  2194. 2194.
    > I stood over her, watching the young mare massage her mammaries
  2195. 2195.
    > The thought of a friendless mare selling herself to get by, and so happily accepting the unfortunate circumstances of her life is painful to me.
  2196. 2196.
    > I care too much…
  2197. 2197.
     
  2198. 2198.
    “Rainy, I think you should consider other job options. Because this one isn’t exactly the most stable.”
  2199. 2199.
     
  2200. 2200.
    > “Now you sound like my parents.” She grumbled, slapping her hooves along her teats
  2201. 2201.
     
  2202. 2202.
    “Your parents are right! And you should listen to them. They care about you….I care about you.”
  2203. 2203.
     
  2204. 2204.
    > “If they cared about me they wouldn’t have kicked me out.”
  2205. 2205.
     
  2206. 2206.
    > I thought for a moment
  2207. 2207.
     
  2208. 2208.
    “Rainy, where do you live?”
  2209. 2209.
     
  2210. 2210.
    > “I used to live with Appointed Rounds, but she kicked me out. Now I’m sharing a room with a rich couple. They’re regulars at the Milk Bar.”
  2211. 2211.
     
  2212. 2212.
    “And you don’t mind?”
  2213. 2213.
     
  2214. 2214.
    > “I don’t have to do chores, I sleep in all day. all I gotta do is spread my legs every once and a while. It’s no different than how I passed flight school.”
  2215. 2215.
     
  2216. 2216.
    “Rainy…If I could I would help you…You’re a very attractive mare and…I think…I think I would like to…”
  2217. 2217.
     
  2218. 2218.
    > She looked up at me and stared
  2219. 2219.
     
  2220. 2220.
    > “You okay, Fluttershy?”
  2221. 2221.
     
  2222. 2222.
    > I hunched into her ear and whispered
  2223. 2223.
     
  2224. 2224.
    “Kiss me.”
  2225. 2225.
     
  2226. 2226.
    > “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I remember you saying you were dating somepony….Mufflers? Muttons? I don't want to get involved in another kinky love triangle.”
  2227. 2227.
     
  2228. 2228.
    “Trust me. My marefriend isn’t above kissing other mares when I’m not looking.”
  2229. 2229.
     
  2230. 2230.
    > “Oh…Okay….I usually charge ponies for that kinda stuff. But since you’re my friend…”
  2231. 2231.
     
  2232. 2232.
    > She closed her eyes and puckered her lips
  2233. 2233.
     
  2234. 2234.
    > I did the same
  2235. 2235.
    > I leaned forward until our lips touched
  2236. 2236.
    > Once our lips were locked I grabbed draped my hooves around her neck and shoulders
  2237. 2237.
    > I prodded my tongue into her cheek and drove it along her gums
  2238. 2238.
     
  2239. 2239.
    > Once we finished kissing, I pulled away and opened my eyes
  2240. 2240.
     
  2241. 2241.
    > Our faces parallel
  2242. 2242.
    > Snouts five short inches away
  2243. 2243.
    > Rainy wore a neutral expression
  2244. 2244.
     
  2245. 2245.
    “I really liked that.”
  2246. 2246.
     
  2247. 2247.
    > Rainy placed her hooves on my shoulders
  2248. 2248.
     
  2249. 2249.
    > “That’ll be three bits, next time.” She said blankly
  2250. 2250.
     
  2251. 2251.
    > She patted me along the back and returned to her work
  2252. 2252.
     
  2253. 2253.
    “Did I do something wrong? I’m…I’m…”
  2254. 2254.
     
  2255. 2255.
    > “No…Not necessarily.”
  2256. 2256.
     
  2257. 2257.
    “I feel like I might have upset you.”
  2258. 2258.
     
  2259. 2259.
    > “Milk mares!” A voice shouted from the crowd beyond the bar, causing me to jump.
  2260. 2260.
     
  2261. 2261.
    > I swung my head to the left and saw Lotus sitting at the far end of the bar impatiently rapping her hoof over the counter
  2262. 2262.
    > I looked down at Rainy, then to lotus then back to Rainy before finally rushing towards Lotus.
  2263. 2263.
     
  2264. 2264.
    “Hi, Lotus! What would you like?”
  2265. 2265.
     
  2266. 2266.
    > Beneath her unkempt mane, Lotus’ bloodshot, baggy eyes stared me down.
  2267. 2267.
    > Her right hoof rested over her naked distended tummy.
  2268. 2268.
    > Lotus and Aloe had both become sickly looking creatures.
  2269. 2269.
    > Lotus’ vibrant blue coat had paled into a sour purple.
  2270. 2270.
    > Her gut squished against the counter.
  2271. 2271.
     
  2272. 2272.
    “Lotus?”
  2273. 2273.
     
  2274. 2274.
    > “You’re tit is hanging out.” Her voice was monotonous.
  2275. 2275.
     
  2276. 2276.
    > I looked below my barrel and saw my tit was still uncupped and leaking milk.
  2277. 2277.
    > I reached around myself and began to stuff it back into my bra.
  2278. 2278.
     
  2279. 2279.
    “Oh, sorry! I’ll just tuck it back…”
  2280. 2280.
     
  2281. 2281.
    > “Don’t bother.” She interrupted, “Just listen.”
  2282. 2282.
     
  2283. 2283.
    “Oh…Okay.”
  2284. 2284.
     
  2285. 2285.
    > I dropped my teat back onto the floor
  2286. 2286.
     
  2287. 2287.
    > “We have a problem.”
  2288. 2288.
     
  2289. 2289.
    “I see…” I pretended to ponder
  2290. 2290.
     
  2291. 2291.
    > “First. Get me a drink of your marefriends milk.” She ordered with a flick of the hoof.
  2292. 2292.
     
  2293. 2293.
    “Of course.” I grumbled
  2294. 2294.
     
  2295. 2295.
    > I grabbed a cup from the counter and went to the taps, dragging my teat along the floor the entire time.
  2296. 2296.
     
  2297. 2297.
    > “Have you solved your issue, by the way?”
  2298. 2298.
     
  2299. 2299.
    “No…I’m still not…”
  2300. 2300.
     
  2301. 2301.
    > “That's too bad. Nice fat tits like yours and they don’t produce anything of worth? It’s a shame.”
  2302. 2302.
     
  2303. 2303.
    > I pulled the tap and watched the Best Pony flow into the mug
  2304. 2304.
     
  2305. 2305.
    > “I guess the pills are working.” She said, scanning my body “Your tits are definitely fatter. And are leaking more than usual. If only we could find a way to make it not taste like soiled seafood.”
  2306. 2306.
     
  2307. 2307.
    “I’m sure you'll find something to put me on to fix that.” I muttered to myself
  2308. 2308.
     
  2309. 2309.
    > When the cup was full I released the tap and returned to Lotus.
  2310. 2310.
    > I slammed the drink on the counter in front of her
  2311. 2311.
     
  2312. 2312.
    “Is that how you treat ALL our customers?” She giggled
  2313. 2313.
     
  2314. 2314.
    > She grabbed the cup, took a large chug then placed it back on the counter
  2315. 2315.
     
  2316. 2316.
    > “Don’t make me put you on cleaning duty.” She threatened
  2317. 2317.
     
  2318. 2318.
    > My teat began to gush more milk
  2319. 2319.
     
  2320. 2320.
    > Lotus rolled her eyes and took another long drink
  2321. 2321.
     
  2322. 2322.
    “Umm…I hear that Aloe and Rainy Days are getting along well.” I said in a colorless tone
  2323. 2323.
     
  2324. 2324.
    > “And I suppose you find that funny?”
  2325. 2325.
     
  2326. 2326.
    “Not at all! I fully support Aloe and Rainy Days' relationship. Maybe Muffin, Rainy, Aloe and I could have a double date.” I said sarcastically “I’m sure we would all get along great, considering we’re all cheating on eachother! And I can tell Aloe the ins and outs of dating a mare with learning disorders.”
  2327. 2327.
     
  2328. 2328.
    > “They are not dating. My sister and I are just…Spending a little time apart right now.” Lotus looked to the floor and scratched her left ear
  2329. 2329.
     
  2330. 2330.
    “Trouble in paradise?” I teased
  2331. 2331.
     
  2332. 2332.
    > “It’s none of your concern.”
  2333. 2333.
     
  2334. 2334.
    “Perhaps Aloe is already familiar with learning disabilities? They are quite common where you’re from, considering all the incest.”
  2335. 2335.
     
  2336. 2336.
    > Lotus stared at me with growing impatience
  2337. 2337.
     
  2338. 2338.
    “Heck! The way Aloe behaves, she definitely has some kind of mental issue. The violence, the antisocial behavior, the….”
  2339. 2339.
     
  2340. 2340.
    > Lotus smack me across the face
  2341. 2341.
     
  2342. 2342.
    > “Shut up! You are to respect us as your superiors!”
  2343. 2343.
     
  2344. 2344.
    > I wiped my cheek where she slapped me
  2345. 2345.
    > My marebits grew warmer
  2346. 2346.
     
  2347. 2347.
    “It’s kind of hard to respect either of you after this past week. Your sister has gotten so out of control the mayor is sending me to do her jobs. Also, I heard that you spent twenty thousand bits on a Manehatten dinner party! What happened to being discreet with our money!?”
  2348. 2348.
     
  2349. 2349.
    > Lotus grabbed me by the ear and pulled me towards her
  2350. 2350.
     
  2351. 2351.
    “You need to shut up. You think you can just yell that kind of thing?” She whispered
  2352. 2352.
     
  2353. 2353.
    “Sorry, I…”
  2354. 2354.
     
  2355. 2355.
    > “And for your information. Yes, I threw a party. But most of the money spent was on Best Pony products.”
  2356. 2356.
     
  2357. 2357.
    “I don't even want to get into your addictions.” I groaned
  2358. 2358.
     
  2359. 2359.
    > Lotus twisted my ear, causing my back left leg to snap along the floor
  2360. 2360.
    > The milk was flowing faster now
  2361. 2361.
     
  2362. 2362.
    > “Please, spare me.” She grumbled “You’ve been popping pills so much you don't even know what's going on half the time. Always zoning out and jumping between moods.”
  2363. 2363.
     
  2364. 2364.
    “The pills I take are medicine. They keep me calm.”
  2365. 2365.
     
  2366. 2366.
    > “Calm.” She chuckled, “You’re so calm you can't even control your lactation rate anymore.”
  2367. 2367.
     
  2368. 2368.
    > Lotus and I turned to my teat
  2369. 2369.
     
  2370. 2370.
    > “What happened to your Pegasus pride? You’ve always been a push over, but at least you were a self respecting one.”
  2371. 2371.
     
  2372. 2372.
    > She twisted my harder
  2373. 2373.
     
  2374. 2374.
    “You know….I don't
  2375. 2375.
     
  2376. 2376.
    come to find you’re putting ponies names on labels!” I
  2377. 2377.
     
  2378. 2378.
    > Lotus observed me with a business like expression
  2379. 2379.
    > She observed my teats and my face
  2380. 2380.
    > Finally, she let me go
  2381. 2381.
     
  2382. 2382.
    > “You’re becoming a sick mare, Fluttershy. Where’s your self respect?”
  2383. 2383.
     
  2384. 2384.
    “I…”
  2385. 2385.
     
  2386. 2386.
    > “I saw you making out with Rainy
  2387. 2387.
     
  2388. 2388.
    > “Yes, the label idea was probably a bad idea. My sister and I came up with the idea after a sleepless two day binge of “Best Pony.” She laughed. “But, we already paid for the custom bottles, so I thought we might as well use them.”
  2389. 2389.
     
  2390. 2390.
    > I stared at her blankly
  2391. 2391.
     
  2392. 2392.
    “Can I be honest?”
  2393. 2393.
     
  2394. 2394.
    > “If it isn’t about my sister or our culture. Sure, why not?” She replied, chugging from her cup
  2395. 2395.
     
  2396. 2396.
    “From where I’m sitting, everypony is doing their job discreetly, except you two. You need to figure out how to control yourself, because if the CIA starts looking into this, we’re all going to jail for a very long time.”
  2397. 2397.
     
  2398. 2398.
    > Lotus yawned and stretched her legs
  2399. 2399.
     
  2400. 2400.
    > “Listen. I didn't push through a crowd perverted ponies for you to grace me with the death throes of your fizzling morality. I have a job for you.”
  2401. 2401.
     
  2402. 2402.
    “Of course.”
  2403. 2403.
     
  2404. 2404.
    > “Before I arrived, Aloe and I had just finished speaking.”
  2405. 2405.
     
  2406. 2406.
    “Okay.” I nodded
  2407. 2407.
     
  2408. 2408.
    > “She’s just returned from Strawberries house to collect on a debt, but it’s come to our attention that Strawberry will be unable to pay.”
  2409. 2409.
     
  2410. 2410.
    “Why not?”
  2411. 2411.
     
  2412. 2412.
    > “Because….Well, because she's dead.”
  2413. 2413.
     
  2414. 2414.
    “What!? How did this happen?”
  2415. 2415.
     
  2416. 2416.
    > “Not sure. Aloe suspects she overdosed on Muffins milk. But I don't find that likely. I think…I think Aloe might have done her in. You know how she’s been getting carried away, recently.”She chuckled
  2417. 2417.
     
  2418. 2418.
    “What do you want me to do about it?”
  2419. 2419.
     
  2420. 2420.
    > “I was thinking that you could go over and deal with it.”
  2421. 2421.
     
  2422. 2422.
    “What do you mean by “deal with it?”
  2423. 2423.
     
  2424. 2424.
    > “We can’t just leave the body at the house! Go bury it somewhere!”
  2425. 2425.
     
  2426. 2426.
    “Me!? Bury a…”
  2427. 2427.
     
  2428. 2428.
    > I hushed down to a whisper
  2429. 2429.
     
  2430. 2430.
    “I can't bury a body!”
  2431. 2431.
     
  2432. 2432.
    > “Sure you can!” She said tapping her hoof along my back
  2433. 2433.
     
  2434. 2434.
    > Lotus then reached into her saddlebag and dropped a stack of folded clothes in an air sealed bag in the bar
  2435. 2435.
     
  2436. 2436.
    “Lotus, please! I don’t think I can do this!”
  2437. 2437.
     
  2438. 2438.
    > Lotus drank the rest of the milk and began to smile
  2439. 2439.
     
  2440. 2440.
    “Look, I would love to chat! But I need to run.”
  2441. 2441.
     
  2442. 2442.
    > “Where are going, now!?” I cried
  2443. 2443.
     
  2444. 2444.
    > “The mayor and I have some business to attend to so I need this done asap. You know that “waste of money party in Manhattan?” Well we may have just struck a deal with a bar in the big city looking to buy Best Pony, in bulk, for double the price.”
  2445. 2445.
     
  2446. 2446.
    “Aloe! You can't do that! You know Muffins hasn't been producing like usual!”
  2447. 2447.
     
  2448. 2448.
    > “Well, you’ll just have to fix that. That's kinda why we keep you around.” She snapped
  2449. 2449.
     
  2450. 2450.
    “But…But…You see….Muffins and I having a bit of trouble getting intimate.”
  2451. 2451.
     
  2452. 2452.
    > Lotus crossed her hooves
  2453. 2453.
     
  2454. 2454.
    > “I assume this will affect the prospect of a higher milk quota?”
  2455. 2455.
     
  2456. 2456.
    “Yes! Muffins CAN produce a seemingly infinite amount of milk. But her production rate appears to be based on stimulation and I….I can’t find a way to get her going like I used to. We’ve grown unattracted for various reasons.”
  2457. 2457.
     
  2458. 2458.
    > Lotus leaned into me then planted her lips on my mouth, I got a strong taste of Muffins milk in her spit
  2459. 2459.
     
  2460. 2460.
    > She then pulled away and stared at me
  2461. 2461.
     
  2462. 2462.
    > “If YOU can't get her going. I’ll happily take her off your hooves.” She threatened “This deal is our first step into the Manehatten market. Don’t mess this up.”
  2463. 2463.
     
  2464. 2464.
    “I know, but it’s just so much pressure…I don’t….”
  2465. 2465.
     
  2466. 2466.
    > “Don’t you have a body to bury?”
  2467. 2467.
     
  2468. 2468.
    > I felt my heart start to break.
  2469. 2469.
     
  2470. 2470.
    “Lotus…What are we becoming? Is all this trouble really worth it?”
  2471. 2471.
     
  2472. 2472.
    > “Do you know how much you can buy with a million bits?”
  2473. 2473.
     
  2474. 2474.
    “No…I don’t spend our money like that.”
  2475. 2475.
     
  2476. 2476.
    > You can spend your share how you like. But I’m far above living like a pig. Fluttershy, when you’re eating at the fanciest restaurants, drinking the finest wines and bedding ponies with four digit price tags. You realize something.”
  2477. 2477.
     
  2478. 2478.
    “Whats that?”
  2479. 2479.
     
  2480. 2480.
    > “Money can absolutely buy happiness.”
  2481. 2481.
     
  2482. 2482.
    “Lotus…With all due respect. I have five hundred thousand Bits hidden away and I feel the worst I’ve ever felt in every possible way. I’ve done everything I thought would make me happy…But I’m miserable.”
  2483. 2483.
     
  2484. 2484.
    > Lots nodded
  2485. 2485.
    > She almost looked concerned
  2486. 2486.
    > She exhaled
  2487. 2487.
     
  2488. 2488.
    > “Fluttershy, when you’re finished burying the body…Would you like me to get you a love mare?”
  2489. 2489.
     
  2490. 2490.
    “No. I don’t agree with slavery.”
  2491. 2491.
     
  2492. 2492.
    > “Is there anything I could do to make you happier?”
  2493. 2493.
     
  2494. 2494.
    > I looked over across the bar at Rainy
  2495. 2495.
     
  2496. 2496.
    “I want you to give that mare a home. Somewhere safe.”
  2497. 2497.
     
  2498. 2498.
    > “Do you always have to be so difficult?” She sighed
  2499. 2499.
     
  2500. 2500.
    “Lotus, please.”
  2501. 2501.
     
  2502. 2502.
    > Lotus stared at Rainy for a very long time until finally, she turned back to me
  2503. 2503.
     
  2504. 2504.
    > “Fine. I give her a place to stay.”
  2505. 2505.
     
  2506. 2506.
    “Somewhere safe.” I stressed
  2507. 2507.
     
  2508. 2508.
    > “Yes, somewhere safe.” She sighed
  2509. 2509.
     
  2510. 2510.
    “Thank you. Thank you very much.”
  2511. 2511.
     
  2512. 2512.
    > “Yeah, whatever.”
  2513. 2513.
     
  2514. 2514.
    > Lotus chugged the rest of her drink then slammed it on the table
  2515. 2515.
     
  2516. 2516.
    > “Now, don’t you have a body to attend to.”
  2517. 2517.
     
  2518. 2518.
    “Okay, Lotus. Whatever you say.” I sighed

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