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Chrysalis Domination pt. 4 - Potion Sales Pitch
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GRENADIERAPPLE
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Posted on Apr 8th, 2014
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Copied on Apr 15th, 2014
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--COUGH COUGH THIS IS DUMB AND DOESN'T FIT THE TONE OF THE STORY AT ALL COUGH COUGH--
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>the apothecary is a rather full-rumped zebra, short but squat
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>you look over your shoulder at her
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>you can see her mane, pointed straight up, behind a crudely painted wooden mask
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>she just stares expectantly, seemingly taking no notice of your bare ass or the fact that you're mid-rut with the ruler of the land suspended in chains
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>either she took lessons from Octavia in the ways of stoicism
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>or she's just this used to the madness that is Canterlot Castle
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>you turn around with a cough and beckon her over
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"Zecora. Thank you for coming, I have need of your knowledge. Do you have any potions that deal with matters of... love?"
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>she nods, seeming to understand
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>with a flourish she pulls out a huge array of bottles and tubes, bowls and plates from her saddle pack, laying them all at your feet
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>"This herb can be taken with your meal; it turns your stallionhood to steel. If instead duration you lack, on this hydra heart you snack."
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>this sounds like a sales pitch, and you wave your hands to try to stop her
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>you really did mean love, not sex aids
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>but apparently she's so practiced (or so enthralled with the subject) that she doesn't even notice
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>"this powder spurs a powerful need for mares to sup upon your seed. If teats of bounty you desire, use milkweed root and phoenix fire."
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>this seems like it's going to go on a bit
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>"To conjure rut is this salve's goal, works on stallion, mare or foal (but in four hours, if still you yearn, perhaps to me you should return)"
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>...
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>it's like a lewd Dr. Seuss
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>"sensitivity, texture, size; capacity or completion's prize. Filly-foolers, colt-on-colt, none can argue with results. Whether rider or the steed, I'm sure I can fulfill your need."
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>she stops and takes off her mask, scratching her chin with a hoof
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>"Or if instead you need a mate, I know of mares for a decent rate. Or stallions (I am judgement-free)! Er... why was it that you summoned me?"
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>she gives you an embarrassed grin
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>you shake your head, exasperated
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--THUS ENDS THE ZEBRA RIDICULOUSNESS--
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"That's... huh. While not what I asked, that is interesting."
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>you'll keep the one that induces lactation in mind for if Celestia starts feeling motherly again
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>but back to your original point
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"I asked if you had any potions that dealt with love. Not lust."
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>she stares for a moment at the ceiling, then opens up a small pocket on one side of her bags
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>she passes you three vials of liquid
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>two glass and shaped like a heart, one filled with red liquid, the other with gold
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>the last made of pewter and ringed at the neck with a black vine covered in thorns
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>she points to the first, the amber liquid
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>"The first is called Felicity. It makes you a lover of all you see. Even in this eternal night, with Felicity, your day is bright."
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>she nods at the next, the rose-colored glass
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>"Cadenza's Tincture is on the right. It fosters love upon first sight. Use utmost caution; few can bend, that potion's outcomes to their end."
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>she doesn't bother pointing to or even looking at the last of the three
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>the light airiness of her voice is replaced with gravitas
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>"Those two I charge for; this, I do not. I'd rather it should be forgot. Heartbreak and sadness in equal parts, it freezes passion, hardens hearts. Its cruel effects you cannot rewind. Beware the sorrow of Potion Nine."
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>you remark on how small they are
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>watered down, they may last you the week
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>you'll probably need to request more when she has the opportunity
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>she shakes her head, chuckling at you in her strange accent
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>"I see that you are quite astute. But all these potions you must dilute. In water they all work quite well, though alcohol can strengthen their spell."
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>she begins to pack up her collection of containers
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>you cough pointedly and reach down for the hydra's heart
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>she offers you a coy smile in return, but doesn't stop you
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"These will do nicely, Zecora. You have both the Empire's thanks and mine."
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>you sign a release for the funds and hand it to her before she turns for the door
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>"Though I find the process crude..."
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>she remarks just before she shuts the door on you
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>"Congratulations on that brood."
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>...well THAT was cryptic
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>no no, you'll stand for a bit of oddity, but anyone would notice that tone of voice
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>it's the 'I'm-telling-you-so-so-later-I-can-say-I-told-you-so' voice
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>you look over at Chrysalis Moon
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>she's glowering at the door the zebra just closed
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>that pretty much seals it
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"For the sake of your gag reflex, you'd best hope this isn't a problem you caused."
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>you jog to catch up with the mare
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>she's halfway down the cell block when you manage to stop her
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>turning around with the mask down again, she regards you passively
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>"That hydra's heart should last you days; if you used it all, I would be amazed."
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>ha-ha-fuckin'-ha
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"What did you mean about my brood? What brood?"
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>she turns her head so that the mask points from you to the only occupied cell
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>Diggin Bones is sitting there, looking like he'd welcome death as a change of pace
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>now that he's not doubled over, you can see that his stomach is bulging with lumps
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>unless he's taken to eating stones instead of prison rations, that wasn't his doing
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>he rubs both hooves at what gut he can reach and moans
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>the guards just roll their eyes and smack a weapon against the bars
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>"Quiet down, dissident."
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>Zecora lets out her odd melodious chuckle
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>"He must have enjoyed getting filled, if of course he had free will."
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>she looks back up at you
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>the mask rotates as she tilts her head
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>"Are you surprised to learn his plight? T'was you who gave it to him, right?"
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>you look back at him and he lets out a resigned sniffle
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"No. Well, I mean, yeah. But I thought she'd just... feed... not... huh."
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>you don't know how changelings breed
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>killing him might actually be a minor mercy at this point
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"Are they going to go all Alien on him?"
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>you realize that's a bit outside of her frame of reference
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>let's rephrase
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"Do they... eat him? And how did you know she was a changeling?"
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>"Changeling chitin is a must, for crafting my Illusion Dust."
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>she seems to be appraising Diggin's condition
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>"An uncomfortable birth is all that entails, so long as the clutch is only males,"
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>she explains
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>"but a future Queen must get her start, by feasting on another's heart."
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>future queen?
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>that sounds like leverage
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>so either you get a hostage and a condemned pone dies a painful death
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>or you get a litter of future soldiers and have to find him a spot in the guillotine line
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>...
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>you can't bring yourself to actively hope that a newborn child chews through a grown pony's chest
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>but you can totally reflect on how convenient it would be
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"Zecora, I'd like a few more moments of your time."
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>she whickers and shakes her head
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>"Alas, your Queen has called me too, demanding many a sundry brew. Would this evening be ideal, perhaps over a hearty meal?"
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>eh, you work fast, but you doubt you'll need to know every detail about these bug-ponies before sunset
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>you nod, scratching your head
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>"Very well, it is a date. Come at 7, do not be late."
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>she strides for the stairwell
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>no matter the circumstances, Boss Mare doesn't like tardiness
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>she has enough time to flick her tail up as she looks back at you though
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>wait
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>did you just get hit on?
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>fuck, today is weird
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>no, actually, it's probably just that particular zebra is weird
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