The Misadventures of Derpy's boobs 2.0


                                            THE PARTY

                                            TWILIGHT:

                                            > Once everypony was inside Pinkie poured us all a glass of a wretched smelling drink that oozed from her pitcher like tar.

                                            > She stood at the front of the room itching her mane.

                                            > "Hello everypony! Welcome to the party! I’m sorry I was late…Time can just run away with you if you let it.”

                                            > The room was dead quiet

                                            > I think I heard crickets

                                            > Literal crickets


                                            > Pinkie shook her head and a cricket flew out of her mane

                                            > “How did you get in there little guy?”

                                            > I put my hoof over my face.

                                            > This was already a train wreck


                                            > "I had an act for everypony but my performer bailed on me. So I’ll entertain you!”

                                            > She kicked the jukebox with her hind legs and an old timey song started blaring.

                                            > Pinkie began to dance seductively. Shaking her behind rubbing her tits.

                                            > I assume this was meat to turn SOMEPONY on. Celestia knows who though


                                            > To the locals, Pinkie wasn’t a pony you wanted to leave alone with your stallion. A rumor had been going around that her and Mr. Cake had been sleeping together over the past couple years.


                                            > Things only escalated once she was accused of sleeping with married stallions then forcing them to pay her to keep quiet.

                                            > In Canterlot, a mare would be accompanied by her stallion to keep her safe.

                                            > In Ponyville a mare travels with her stallion to keep him from sleeping with Pinkie Pie.


                                            > I thought the rumors seemed a little far-fetched because Pinkie’s way too simple to think of something that well thought out.

                                            > Personally, I wouldn’t consider sleeping with Pinkie as cheating because she sleeps with everypony. It’s more like a passtime or a cardio exercise.


                                            > Pinkie’s dance aroused some of the stallions but it revolted almost everypony else.

                                            > The older crowd of new faces weren’t ready for such a brazen display of obscenity and were either staring with their eyes locked in horror and jaw dropped to the floor or they pretend that they didn’t see her.


                                            > A number of the younger stallions were seated next to us hollering and laughing like they were at a sporting event

                                            > They were young and affluent, most likely the sons of all the new money that a stallion named Filthy Rich had brought into town.

                                            > Apparently he used to live here years ago. I haven't met this mysterious pony yet but I heard lots of chatter surrounding his return.


                                            > I read in the paper he came to Ponyville to “bring jobs to his hometown."

                                            > Pinkie said he was a sexist

                                            > Applejack told me he was a bully

                                            > And the mayor spoke of his return like the coming of the apocalypse.


                                            > The new money he brought into town reminded me of the stallions in Canterlot that I never wanted to see again.

                                            > Ponies with too many bits who would pass their time one upping each other with the fancy toys their parents bought them.

                                            > Stupid, spoiled ponies

                                            > It was one of the only things I liked about Ponyville. It may be backwater but at least the townsfolk lived humble lives.


                                            > Unlike their older counterparts they wore ridiculously loud outfits.

                                            > The older ponies adorned well fit charcoal suits with their hair slicked back while the younger stallions wore what I only assumed was the latest fashion.

                                            > Loose fitting nylon pants and collared jackets with disgustingly bright colours.


                                            > Some were so brash they wore sunglasses indoors and wore boots so shiny it looked like they had aluminum foil wrapped around their hooves.

                                            > I didn’t like these ponies.

                                            > They reminded me of my brother's old royal guard friends. Belligerent frat ponies.


                                            > "I bet she gives a mean head." One if them laughed

                                            > "I'm totally getting my dick wet in that one tonight." Another added punching his friend in the side.

                                            > “Show us your pink!” They began chanting.


                                            > The way they spoke about Pinkie offended me but at the same time, Pinkie was doing everything short of stripping down to her panties, laying on a table and spreading her legs.

                                            > No pony was behaving proper and If Pinkie wants to sleep with these fools that was her prerogative.


                                            > After her dance she proposed a toast to our health. But in typical Pinkie fashion she ordered everypony to chug their entire Glass "Because it would be fun"


                                            > We all raised our glasses and downed our drinks only to collectively spit it out immediately after.

                                            >I wasn't sure what was in the drink. It tasted awful and was like fire on my tongue.

                                            > most ponies wiped their mouth on their collars while the more unfortunate ponies who managed to down the sludge threw up immediately. One mare even passed out which created a huge scene.

                                            > I hate parties


                                            > Cloudchaser loved it and was licking her lips between gulps

                                            > “This stuff is amazing!” She shouted, guzzling down the mystery cocktail.

                                            >After the toast everypony was free to mingle but I was adamant on planting myself in my seat. > No need to make this any more painful than it already was.


                                            > "So Twilight? How about we have a couple more of these drinks and find ourselves some Stallions?" Cloudchaser asked wiggling her eyebrows.

                                            > “Heck no.”

                                            > "Come on Twilight! I've spent the past three years in that motel room masturbating to pictures in fashion magazines! I have tits and I’m gonna use them to get laid.”


                                            > Cloudchaser grabbed my hoof and ripped me from my seat towards the keg.

                                            > She eyed every mare in the room with contempt. Ponies cleared a path for her as she staggered across the room bumping into everypony and stumbling into tables.


                                            > I was just praying she would collapse from exhaustion soon. After a full day of drinking like a fish she was bound to pass out soon.

                                            > She drank a couple bottles of wine at the library and had been drinking since I talked to her this morning. I just needed to deal with her a little while longer.


                                            > She pulled a table and some chairs next to one of the spouts and poured herself a tall glass of whatever was in that death brew Pinkie threw together.

                                            > She put her leg over my shoulder and slurred

                                            > "Twilight….Am I a pretty mare?"

                                            > I shoved her leg away and looked away.

                                            "You're drunk and embarrassing me."

                                            > "Oh come on Twilight! Why are you so uptight! Have a drink with me!"


                                            > I wasn't in the mood for drinking, but this was a Pinkie Pie party so I doubt I’d find a drink under 15% alcohol and I was starting to get thirsty.

                                            > Cloudchaser swiped the breast potion from my pocket and spiked her drink with it.

                                            > "Hey! Don't touch that!' I snapped

                                            > I grabbed the potion from her and stuffed it back in my pocket


                                            > "I'll give you more if you behave.”

                                            > The potion was the only leverage I had to keep her somewhat contained.

                                            > It was her leash.


                                            > She raised the cup above her head and finished the cup in one big gulp. I felt her boobs expand against my leg beneath the table.

                                            > I don't know how she was still alive let alone awake from all the drinking.

                                            > “Twilight…You're like.. the best friend a mare could have! I feel like this is just the start of a boobaful relationship."


                                            > "I'm just keeping my end of the deal."

                                            > "But that's the thing Twi! I'll keep your little secret to the grave if you do as I say."

                                            > "Spending more Than a second with you is charity. You're loud, rude and smell like you haven't showered in a month."


                                            > Her smile faded into a frown and her tone became serious

                                            > "Remember twi. I can always tell Derpy what you did….."

                                            > "If you do, you won't see another drop of the potion."

                                            > Cloudchaser rolled her eyes and poured another drink.

                                            > “Fridged, unicorn dyke.” She mumbled


                                            > I rested my head on my hoof and watched everypony

                                            > The room was packed and everypony was either wearing an immaculate outfit or were in rags that looked like they were sewn together haphazardly by a blind mare.


                                            > The wealthy out of town ponies had made their own space around the bar marking their territory with a barrier of tables and chairs they surrounded themselves behind.

                                            > A younger stallion with a blue coat and dyed gray mane stood in front of the entrance playing guard.


                                            > Pinkie was standing on her two back legs resting her hooves near the entrance.

                                            > She was wearing a silly mask that covered the top half of her face. What in the world was she doing?

                                            > She shimmied over to the stallion and draped her leg around him.

                                            > The two began to talk but I couldn’t make out a word.

                                            > The room was alive with conversation and the sound of glasses clinking.

                                            > I perked my ears as high as they could go to listen in. A little eavesdropping between friends never hurt anypony.


                                            > "You look busy!" Pinkie chuckled

                                            > "If it ain't the pink dancer!”

                                            > “How did you know it was me?” she laughed

                                            > “Lucky guess. What's your name Pinky?”

                                            > “That's for you to find out, stud.”

                                            > He dragged his hoof over the exhausted laces of her girdle

                                            > “You got quite a bit of meat on ya, cutie.”

                                            > Pinkie’s eyes fell to her stomach and began poking her chubby belly, vey clearly hurt by what he said.

                                            > She spun her face back up adorning a positive facade.

                                            > “You should see my sister!”


                                            > “I bet she’s just as pretty as you are.” The stallion replied with his own facade. Deeping his voice and leaning on the table.

                                            > His was: “Flirty, bar jerk.”


                                            > “Oh, she’s pretty. But she isn’t sexy like I am.”

                                            > The stallion ran his hoof between her legs with a quick swipe.

                                            > Pinkies eyes shot open, I don’t think even she expected him to be that brazzen.

                                            > “Stop, I'm ticklish!” she giggled!


                                            > The stallion called one of his friends over and the two laughed as they dragged their hooves over her stomach and thighs

                                            > “You two are so dirty, touching a mare like that. What would your marefriends think?”

                                            > “They don’t need to find out.” They replied, eyes locked on Pinkies form.

                                            > I just rolled my eyes

                                            > Pinkie and her escapades.


                                            > His friend slapped her ass with such force it made a loud WHACK!

                                            Pinkie’s eyes jumped open and looked like she had been struck by lightning.

                                            > “How much for an hour, slut?”


                                            > Pinkie bit her lip “You want to….With me?”

                                            > The stallions nodded vigorously. If they had the physicality of the dogs they were behaving like   they’d be wagging their tails and drooling all over the floor.


                                            > Pinkie gave the blue stallion a peck on the cheek and brought her muzzle close to his ear and whispered something that made the stallion's eyes light up and a stupid grin creeped over his face

                                            > She did the same with other stallion and was met with a similar response.

                                            > Pinkie grabbed their hooves and the three ran off into the crowd

                                            > “Unbelievable.” I muttered to myself.


                                            > I turned back to Cloudchaser who was drowning herself in more alcohol

                                            > “Did you see that?”

                                            > “See what?”

                                            > “Pinkie! She just!...Oh never mind.”

                                            > What's the point…

                                            > “You look thirsty.”

                                            > “Extremely. But I doubt Pinkie has anything proper to drink around here.”

                                            > She pushed the table away with her hoof

                                            > She swiped my cup off the table and placed it under her fatty breast then squeezed.

                                            > Milk shot from her tit like a hose filling the cup instantly.


                                            > “Drink up.” She snickered

                                            > "I'm not drinking that."

                                            > Cloudchaser put the cup on the table and pushed it close to me

                                            > The smell alone made me start heaving.

                                            > "I've always wondered what it felt like to produce milk It's so pleasant."

                                            "Happy to hear to you enjoy it so much." I said sliding the cup across the table.


                                            > "Have you ever produced milk?"

                                            > "Yes. But I’d rather not talk about it.”

                                            > “Is that why your smut book was so sticky? Did you squirt milk on it?”

                                            > I knew she just wanted to get a rise out of me and sadly it was working.

                                            > I refused to entertain her. If she wanted to talk dirty, fine. We’ll talk dirty.


                                            >“Sometimes a little comes out…But I don’t masturbate. At least not chronically like pegasi and Earth ponies do. I've been going through a particularly long and rough heat, It's why I've been so Cranky recently "


                                            > “You lactate when you cum? How embarrassing.”

                                            “I was always a little embarrassed by it. I never knew anypony in Canterlot who lactated. I find it disgusting.”

                                            > “Why do you feel so disgusted about it?”

                                            “I believe a mare's body is beautiful but she pays the price for being coveted.”

                                            > “Do go on.” She replied swirling her drink with the tip of her hoof.


                                            “She bears many burdens because of her beauty. Lactation is just another way nature reminds us that she is just a fluid leaking animal. Just like any other creature in Equestria.”

                                            > “And ponies call me depressing. It’s just milk, no need to get embarrassed about it.”


                                            > “All mares should feel embarrassed about it! No pony in Canterlot lactates, or walks around with their giant breasts hanging out like they do here. Excuse my rudeness but I find Ponyville to be a very backwards and hedonistic place. Also, I’ve never seen ponies with breasts as they are here up in Canterlot.”

                                            > “Tealets.” Cloudchaser hissed like it was a real term.

                                            > It was like she forgot that just this morning she had breasts smaller than mine.


                                            > “Honestly, if you were in Canterlot your breasts would’ve been considered normal.”

                                            > Cloudchaser paused, she had a haunted look across her face

                                            “I always thought you were the most ordinary looking mare in town…Until now that is.”


                                            > “Wait...So My breasts were normal this entire time?”

                                            >“Yes, your breasts have always been the least of your worries. You need a major personality change.”

                                            > "You bitch! Do you even listen to ponies when they talk to you?"

                                            "You said you wanted big tits!”

                                            > “I wanted to fit in! If you knew my boobs were normal, why didn’t you tell me!?"

                                            “I make potions, I'm not a life coach!"


                                            > She stared blankly, her eyes darted between her breasts and the cup of alcohol.

                                            > I was starting to get worried

                                            “Cloudchaser?”

                                            >...

                                            “Cloudchaser?”


                                            > “I gave up everything because I thought I was some sort of deformed freak. Now you tell me I was normal this entire time!?”

                                            “Cloudchaser, it's fine. Your breast size doesn’t change anything.”

                                            > “I could’ve been happy!"

                                            > She fell back into her seat, spilling her drink onto the floor.

                                            > I think I broke her brain


                                            > I put my hoof over her wing

                                            “It’s never too late to be the pony you want to be. Ponies used to call me all sorts of names in school, but after lots of hard work I became Celestia's student. I never fit in anywhere and somewhere down the road I decided I never wanted to. But after moving to Ponyville I learned the magic of friendship and my breast size never made a difference.”


                                            > “I’m not good at making friends. All my Flight school friends moved away.The only ponies from Flight school who are in Ponyville are Rainbow and Derpy…They’ll never be my friends…It’s too late for me…No pony outside of town will like me for how I look and no pony in town will forgive me for who became. I just want a friend. Just one friend. But no pony came to help me. They just mocked me.”

                                            “Well, maybe I can be your friend.”


                                            > She looked up at me with pure rage

                                            > “Twilight. You are the worst pony I have ever met.”

                                            > She shoved the cup of milk back towards me

                                            > “And you're going to drink a cup of my milk for every second I’ve spent in that miserable motel room and if you don’t I'll tell Derpy.”


                                            “You can’t be serious. Maybe there's a spell that can fix this.”

                                            > “Just like the spell you gave to fix Derpy? Face it Twilight you’re horrible at fixing your mistakes. Besides this is so much more fun. Now drink up!”


                                            > She pressed the cup into my chest and I watched the offensive off-white cream pouring over the lip of the mug.

                                            > Milk bubbles skated along the surface of the creamy bodily fluid.

                                            > I was gonna hurl

                                            > I held my breath and raised the cup to my mouth taking a big gulp of the stuff.


                                            > The slimy substance traveled down my throat, I could feel it sticking to my gums and the sides of my throat like glue.

                                            > It was gooey and tasted tangy

                                            > I could taste a hint of alcohol making me gag even more. I lifted the table cloth to cover myself as I vomited under the table.


                                            > A puddle of white goo expelled from my mouth and nose, it tasted even worse coming up as it did on the way down.

                                            > My eyes watered and my stomach was doing summersaults.

                                            > I lifted my head and wiped a string of sticky saliva that hung from my lip.

                                            > She stuck the cup beneath the table and pulled it back a second later with a fresh cup of milk.

                                            > “You'll be drinking every drop. Even if it kills you.”

                                            > I fell back into my chair and watched a smile grow across her face

                                            > “You missed a spot."

                                            > She dragged her hoof along my bottom lip, collecting a glob of milky spittle that she promptly plunked it in the cup.

                                            > I was on the verge of vomiting just looking at it float atop the milk


                                            > “Drink it.”

                                            “I can’t.”

                                            > “Twilight.”

                                            > Cloudchaser grabbed my hoof and slammed it onto the table then forced me to clutch the mug.

                                            > “Drink the fucking milk.”

                                            > I brought the cup up to my mouth and shivered

                                            > I should have gone with Derpy