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- Chrysalis Domination pt. 4 - Potion Sales Pitch
- GRENADIERAPPLE
- Posted on Apr 8th, 2014
- Copied on Apr 15th, 2014
- --COUGH COUGH THIS IS DUMB AND DOESN'T FIT THE TONE OF THE STORY AT ALL COUGH COUGH--
- >the apothecary is a rather full-rumped zebra, short but squat
- >you look over your shoulder at her
- >you can see her mane, pointed straight up, behind a crudely painted wooden mask
- >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
- >either she took lessons from Octavia in the ways of stoicism
- >or she's just this used to the madness that is Canterlot Castle
- >you turn around with a cough and beckon her over
- "Zecora. Thank you for coming, I have need of your knowledge. Do you have any potions that deal with matters of... love?"
- >she nods, seeming to understand
- >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
- >"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."
- >this sounds like a sales pitch, and you wave your hands to try to stop her
- >you really did mean love, not sex aids
- >but apparently she's so practiced (or so enthralled with the subject) that she doesn't even notice
- >"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."
- >this seems like it's going to go on a bit
- >"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)"
- >...
- >it's like a lewd Dr. Seuss
- >"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."
- >she stops and takes off her mask, scratching her chin with a hoof
- >"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?"
- >she gives you an embarrassed grin
- >you shake your head, exasperated
- --THUS ENDS THE ZEBRA RIDICULOUSNESS--
- "That's... huh. While not what I asked, that is interesting."
- >you'll keep the one that induces lactation in mind for if Celestia starts feeling motherly again
- >but back to your original point
- "I asked if you had any potions that dealt with love. Not lust."
- >she stares for a moment at the ceiling, then opens up a small pocket on one side of her bags
- >she passes you three vials of liquid
- >two glass and shaped like a heart, one filled with red liquid, the other with gold
- >the last made of pewter and ringed at the neck with a black vine covered in thorns
- >she points to the first, the amber liquid
- >"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."
- >she nods at the next, the rose-colored glass
- >"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."
- >she doesn't bother pointing to or even looking at the last of the three
- >the light airiness of her voice is replaced with gravitas
- >"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."
- >you remark on how small they are
- >watered down, they may last you the week
- >you'll probably need to request more when she has the opportunity
- >she shakes her head, chuckling at you in her strange accent
- >"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."
- >she begins to pack up her collection of containers
- >you cough pointedly and reach down for the hydra's heart
- >she offers you a coy smile in return, but doesn't stop you
- "These will do nicely, Zecora. You have both the Empire's thanks and mine."
- >you sign a release for the funds and hand it to her before she turns for the door
- >"Though I find the process crude..."
- >she remarks just before she shuts the door on you
- >"Congratulations on that brood."
- >...well THAT was cryptic
- >no no, you'll stand for a bit of oddity, but anyone would notice that tone of voice
- >it's the 'I'm-telling-you-so-so-later-I-can-say-I-told-you-so' voice
- >you look over at Chrysalis Moon
- >she's glowering at the door the zebra just closed
- >that pretty much seals it
- "For the sake of your gag reflex, you'd best hope this isn't a problem you caused."
- >you jog to catch up with the mare
- >she's halfway down the cell block when you manage to stop her
- >turning around with the mask down again, she regards you passively
- >"That hydra's heart should last you days; if you used it all, I would be amazed."
- >ha-ha-fuckin'-ha
- "What did you mean about my brood? What brood?"
- >she turns her head so that the mask points from you to the only occupied cell
- >Diggin Bones is sitting there, looking like he'd welcome death as a change of pace
- >now that he's not doubled over, you can see that his stomach is bulging with lumps
- >unless he's taken to eating stones instead of prison rations, that wasn't his doing
- >he rubs both hooves at what gut he can reach and moans
- >the guards just roll their eyes and smack a weapon against the bars
- >"Quiet down, dissident."
- >Zecora lets out her odd melodious chuckle
- >"He must have enjoyed getting filled, if of course he had free will."
- >she looks back up at you
- >the mask rotates as she tilts her head
- >"Are you surprised to learn his plight? T'was you who gave it to him, right?"
- >you look back at him and he lets out a resigned sniffle
- "No. Well, I mean, yeah. But I thought she'd just... feed... not... huh."
- >you don't know how changelings breed
- >killing him might actually be a minor mercy at this point
- "Are they going to go all Alien on him?"
- >you realize that's a bit outside of her frame of reference
- >let's rephrase
- "Do they... eat him? And how did you know she was a changeling?"
- >"Changeling chitin is a must, for crafting my Illusion Dust."
- >she seems to be appraising Diggin's condition
- >"An uncomfortable birth is all that entails, so long as the clutch is only males,"
- >she explains
- >"but a future Queen must get her start, by feasting on another's heart."
- >future queen?
- >that sounds like leverage
- >so either you get a hostage and a condemned pone dies a painful death
- >or you get a litter of future soldiers and have to find him a spot in the guillotine line
- >...
- >you can't bring yourself to actively hope that a newborn child chews through a grown pony's chest
- >but you can totally reflect on how convenient it would be
- "Zecora, I'd like a few more moments of your time."
- >she whickers and shakes her head
- >"Alas, your Queen has called me too, demanding many a sundry brew. Would this evening be ideal, perhaps over a hearty meal?"
- >eh, you work fast, but you doubt you'll need to know every detail about these bug-ponies before sunset
- >you nod, scratching your head
- >"Very well, it is a date. Come at 7, do not be late."
- >she strides for the stairwell
- >no matter the circumstances, Boss Mare doesn't like tardiness
- >she has enough time to flick her tail up as she looks back at you though
- >wait
- >did you just get hit on?
- >fuck, today is weird
- >no, actually, it's probably just that particular zebra is weird
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