Four Purple Mares Try To Solve The Worlds Problems Part 1.6


                                            Night Glider:


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                                            > As I trotted towards the gates of town hall the reality of my situation was beginning to set in

                                            > Why did I agree to do this?

                                            > I feel like such a fool

                                            > I hadn’t seen Sugar Belle in so long

                                            > Now I’m expected to beg her for a job?

                                            > Talk about awkward.


                                            > From what I’ve been hearing about her around town she’s only gotten more promiscuous.

                                            > A feat I didn’t even think possible.

                                            > Back in college she got passed around more than the attendance sign-in sheet

                                            > But I’m not one to judge

                                            > We were all fornicating like rabbits in those days.


                                            > Like everypony from Our Town, I hadn’t left Sugar Belle on the greatest of terms felt guilty ever since.

                                            > The more I thought about the way I abandoned every pony, the more I stared to consider how I’ve influenced the ponies around me.

                                            > I wonder if things would have turned out differently if I stayed in town instead of joining up with Starlight in the mountains

                                            > They probably would have.

                                            > But I doubt its healthy ruminate on such things

                                            > My mind has been plagued by regret for too long.


                                            > I walked alongside the walls of city hall reading the graffiti as I passed

                                            > Well….All the Ponish graffiti at least…

                                            > Most of the vandalism targeted Sugar Belle referring to her as the “Nymph of Sugar Mountains.”

                                            > Most ponies in a position of power have such writings washed away

                                            > I know Starlight would

                                            > She would probably have the ponies who perpetrated the vandalism arrested…


                                            > I sighed

                                            > Who was I kidding? Sugar Belle was my friend

                                            > Not helping me wasn’t an option for mares as kind as her

                                            > She may be the biggest airhead I've ever met

                                            > But she’s a forgiving airhead.

                                            > Almost to a fault


                                            > I approached the gates of town hall

                                            > A large building made of Ivy coloured stone fashioned to resemble the architecture of Canterlot

                                            > Beyond the steel bars two Crystal Guards approached from beyond the gate wearing golden armour.

                                            > They asked me all the standard questions

                                            > Name, age, residence, etc.

                                            > I lied my way through the entire conversation.

                                            > After all the formal questions, they asked something I didn’t expect

                                            > “Are you involved or associated with any equality faction?” A guard asked, reading from his clipboard.


                                            “Why does it matter?”

                                            > “We can't allow any disruptors into city hall."

                                            > Really?

                                            > I rolled my eyes and leaned my face between the bars

                                            “Isn’t that a little ironic? You know that Sugar Belle was one of the founding members of the Equality movement, right?”


                                            > “Our orders don’t come from Sugar Belle, they come from Princess Cadance.”

                                            > I was beginning to wonder how much power Sugar Belle actually held in this town.

                                            > It seemed like their’s always somepony either pulling her strings or operating under her nose.

                                            > Perhaps Sugar Belle wasn’t as big of a problem as I thought?

                                            > She’s just being played.


                                            > The guards opened the gate and led me through the building

                                            > I followed them upstairs into her office where they shoved me inside and slammed the door behind me.

                                            > Thats when I saw her.

                                            > She was sat behind a large wooden desk while three mean looking griffons stood behind her.

                                            > Towering above the small mare and caressing her shoulders and backside as she worked.


                                            > Sugar Belle appeared to be to focused on her paperwork to see me enter

                                            > All I could do was stare at her…Or what she had become.

                                            > I was gobsmacked by her newfound culture.

                                            > Her face was covered in black tattoos.

                                            > Claw marks tattoos surrounded the perimeter of her face and symbols of griffon supremacy had been stamped over cheeks.


                                            > She was a disaster

                                            > I mean…

                                            > She’s always had a thing for creatures

                                            > A twisted interest of hers that I could never wrap my head around.

                                            > On the rare occasions I asked about her perversions she would answer that she liked creatures bestial and uncivilized nature.

                                            > Something about being dominated by creatures stronger and Dumber than herself.

                                            > I don't think Sugar Belle realizes how racist she actually is.


                                            > One of the griffons behind her reached below her chair and tugged on her tail

                                            > Sugar Belle’s eyes widened and she leaped from her seat and yelped.

                                            > When she landed back in her seat the griffons all began to laugh.

                                            > She pulled her tail into her chest and stared up at the cackling birds

                                            > “Not funny guys.” She hissed


                                            > Sugar Belle rested her tail over her lap and started back with her work

                                            > Upon closer inspection I noticed that she had grown a large belly.

                                            > She looked pregnant

                                            > Oh, Celestia…

                                            > I hope she doesn't bring it up

                                            > I don't wanna hear about what creature knocked her up

                                            > But honestly, I doubt she even knows.


                                            > I made my presence known by clearing my throat

                                            > The griffons heads swivelled and they all shot me annoyed looks

                                            > Clearly upset that I was interrupting their fun

                                            “Hows it going Sugar Belle?” I asked, sounding more meek than I wanted to


                                            > “Oh my gosh! Is that really you!?” She beamed

                                            > She was about to jump from her seat but one of the griffons shoved her back into her chair and pointed to the stack of paperwork.

                                            > “Oh, sorry!” She snorted

                                            > “I would love to hug you right now, but I’m SO busy filling out paperwork.”


                                            “No problem, it's fine…”

                                            > “I’ve been doing so much paperwork recently!” She whined,

                                            "That's great!"

                                            > I tried my hardest to sound interested, but paperwork has got to be the most unsexy and boring thing in all of Equestria.


                                            “What's the paperwork about?” I asked

                                            > Sugar Belle looked up and began to chuckle

                                            > “The Griffons give me the stuff to sign all the time! right now I’m signing the “Griffons for Business bill."

                                            “And what does that do?”

                                            > She looked down at the paper and stared blankly

                                            > “I don’t know, it’s written in Griffon.”

                                            > Her tone suggested that she suddenly realized how ridiculous she was acting


                                            > I felt my heart sink

                                            > Oh no…

                                            > She doesn't even know what she's signing.


                                            "Sugar Belle. Do you have a moment?”

                                            > “Of course, what's on your mind?”

                                            “Well...Do you remember Ivy Vine?”

                                            > “Who could forget Ivy!? She and I practically grew up together!"

                                            “Well…She’s having some trouble acquiring a transfer ticket out of Sugar Mountains. Can you maybe help her?"


                                            > “No problem! I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she gets that pass!"

                                            > I sighed in relief

                                            > Thank goodness

                                            > For some reason I thought this wold be much harder


                                            > She spun in her chair and looked up at the Griffons who were all nodding disagreeably

                                            > She spun back around and shrugged her shoulders

                                            > “Sorry, I would love to give Ivy a transfer ticket, but I can’t. It’s out of my control.”

                                            > My angry eyes wander upwards, meeting the gaze of the griffons who stood behind her like soldiers.

                                            “You’re the mayor.” I argued


                                            > One of the griffins hunched into her ear and whispered something

                                            > Her eyes lit up and she covered her smile behind her hooves

                                            > "I think I have something even better! The griffons are going to open a Mine in the mountains! She could be a miner pony!”

                                            “She doesn’t want to be a miner she wants to leave.” I snarled


                                            > Sugar Belle looked deflated

                                            > I could tell she was trying

                                            > One of the griffons picked her rump off the chair and tossed her on the desk

                                            > Her stomach plopped onto the desk like a sack of hammers

                                            > The Griffons proceeded to spread her back legs apart and began to poke at her marehood

                                            > Sugar Belle wasn’t even phased by the molestation.


                                            > Instead, she put her hoof to her lip and began to think

                                            > “Hmmmm….I would like to help Ivy, but the griffons don’t really like seeing ponies leave. They say it's a sign of weakness. But let's be honest, weakness has always been part of pony culture. That's why this collaboration is so beneficial for us! The Griffons will make us strong!"


                                            > One of the griffons sunk his claws into her tattooed flank and mounted her.

                                            > He then began slowly thrusting his hips back and forth

                                            > Her eyes widened and a smile of pleasure crawled across her flushed red face.

                                            > “Ohhhh….T..That's soooo nice….” She moaned

                                            > Was this really happening?

                                            > The Griffon began to quicken his pace and Sugar Belle was starting to get really into it.

                                            > "You Griffons are so dirty! Taking advantage of a mare like me!"


                                            > I covered my eyes

                                            > I was both disgusted and embarrassed at this display

                                            > "Take me you savages!” She demanded

                                            > I pinched the bridge of my nose

                                            > “Fuck my tiny pony body you disgusting creatures!”

                                            > This was so frustrating

                                            > I was not sitting through another minute of …Whatever this was.


                                            “Sugar Belle!” I shouted

                                            > She froze and stared at me looking ashamed in her sudden outburst

                                            > The griffon continued humping her, paying no mind to how awkward the room had turned

                                            >...

                                            > “Oh! Sorry!” She giggled playfully. “Where were we? Oh yeah! We could make her a supervisor of the mine! They earn two loafs of bread instead of one!"

                                            > The griffon slapped her flank and shook his head “no”


                                            > Sugar Belle frowned and rested her head over her legs in frustration

                                            > “Sorry Night Glider, but the griffons don’t approve. And we have to work together.”


                                            "Why aren't the miner ponies being paid in Sugar Bucks?"

                                            > "The Griffons don't like the idea of paying them in Sugar Bucks. I can see why, all they're gonna use the Sugar Bucks for is bread anyways"

                                            > How could she be so short sighted

                                            > She wasn’t a smart mare, but now it was like she was intentionally acting like an idiot

                                            > Maybe it was the stress?

                                            > Regardless of the reason, I blame Twilight for putting this clearly unstable mare in charge of anything.


                                            "Isn't there anything you CAN do?"

                                            > Sugar Belle thought for a moment

                                            > “If it's Sugarbucks she needs, there's a shop downtown looking for a milk mare. From what I hear it pays well."


                                            > She reached into her drawer and passed me a paper that read:

                                            > “Stony Pony Motherly Milk Mare job opportunity! We are looking for a friendly, hardworking,, big-breasted, team member who’s comfortable having her teats suckled for Sugarbucks and/or Bits. Applicant must be kind, progressive thinking, and comfortable working in hot and smoky areas for long periods of time. - Tree Hugger”


                                            > "Is this really the best you can do?"

                                            > "Look, most ponies would give anything for a job like this. In fact, the only reason the position wasn’t filled already is because these applications were supposed to go out weeks ago! You’re literally the only mare in town who knows about this job so you’re guaranteed to get it!”

                                            > Great

                                            > I bet Ivy would love having ponies (probably stallions) sucking on her boobs all day.


                                            > "You know Ivy will flip when I tell her that the only way to make money in this town is to sell her fluids to strangers, right?”

                                            "I’m trying my best! But I'm just the mayor!" Sugar Belle replied between grunts

                                            > Just the mayor

                                            > I rolled my eyes


                                            > The Griffon had now quickened his pace and Sugar Belle was gripping onto the edge of the table tightly

                                            "Well what do you suggest I do, mayor? Because this isn’t gonna cut it."

                                            > "I don't know! Improvise!" She looked back at the griffon rutting her rear end.

                                            > Her tongue rolled from her mouth and danced to the rhythm of the Griffons thrusts

                                            > “Oh my gosh! Yes! Take me you fucking creature!”

                                            > This was getting…weird


                                            > I made my way out of the office and closed the door behind me

                                            > I could still hear her moaning pleasure beyond the door


                                            > I looked down at the paper Sugar Belle gave me

                                            "The Stony pony.”

                                            > I knew of the place but never visited

                                            > I didn’t care much for their wares or clientele

                                            > But, I don’t think it would hurt to inquire about the job though

                                            > This was for Ivy after all.


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                                            > After a short walk I found myself outside the shop

                                            > The place looked like one of those old cigar stores they had on the old college campus.

                                            > I approached the entrance but I guess I wasn’t paying attention because I bumped into a somepony as I opened the door.


                                            > “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” The mare screamed

                                            > I turned and saw a pony dressed in medical scrubs and face masks

                                            > It was that weird pony Twilight was berating earlier

                                            > Small world

                                            > She threw herself back and pulled out a large bottle of sanitizer from her holster and began slathering herself with the gooey gel.

                                            > “Oh my gosh! I’m going to get so sick!” She screamed


                                            > The mare was shaking nervously and looked like she was going to have a full blown panic attack.

                                            “Shhh! I’m sorry! But I didn’t see!”

                                            > I said trying to calm the panicked pony

                                            > “I’m going to get sick! I’m going to get sick! I can’t get sick!” The mare cried

                                            “No! You're fine! Please just relax, take a couple of deep breaths"

                                            > “I can’t! I’m going to catch Mare-Aids and die!”

                                            > Mare-aids?

                                            > I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted, or pity the poor hypochondriac

                                            > How hysterical can a mare be?


                                            > I smacked the bottle out of her hooves and grabbed her by the cheeks

                                            “Listen.” I ordered

                                            > She tried to pull herself from my grasp but I held as tightly as I could

                                            > I gave half of my power to Starlight, but thankfully this mare was very frail and couldn’t match me in a fight.

                                            “I want you to inhale. Slowly.”


                                            > “Get your hooves off me!” She yelped with her lips squished between my hooves

                                            “No. Not until you calm down.”

                                            > Her eyes darted up and down the street but once she realized I wasn’t going to let go she complied


                                            > She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly

                                            > I could see her face masks contorting with every breath

                                            > It was hard to believe that she could breathe with all that cloth taped round her muzzle


                                            "Now, what are you doing here?" I asked calmly

                                            > “I…I’m doing an investigation…Or something! I don’t know! I’m not allowed to say! Just please let me go!”

                                            “Not until you calm down. Now take another deep breath.”

                                            > The mare complied and I complimented her for her effort

                                            “Good.” I said calmly

                                            “Now exhale.”

                                            > She did as she was told and we continued this exercise for a couple of minutes until she was completely calm.


                                            “Are you calm?”

                                            > “Yes…I’m…I’m sorry I freaked out at you like that.”

                                            “I’m going to remove my hooves from your cheeks. Do you promise that you won’t freak out?”

                                            > She nodded and I slowly removed my hooves from her face

                                            > I could tell that she was uncomfortable, her legs wiggled anxiously and she kept reaching into her sanitizer satchel.

                                            > Thankfully, she was watching her breath and keeping calm.


                                            “See? You’re okay!” I cheered

                                            > “I…I…Thanks?”

                                            “No problem! What's with you anyway? You got some kinda condition?”

                                            > “No! What makes you think that!?”

                                            > I gave her a look of disappointment

                                            “Seriously?”

                                            > “I mean…I have lots of….Unresolved issues.” She squeaked

                                            “Well…Thats okay I guess? My name is Night Glider.”

                                            > I put out my hoof for a hoof shake but she recoiled and stared at it in horror

                                            “Oh yeah….Sorry.” I chuckled


                                            > “My names is Amethyst. I’m a professional report taker!” She said proudly “And you’re one of Twilight’s PPMP agents!”

                                            “Uh…Yeah! Totally.”

                                            > “You’re so lucky! I would be so happy to work for the PPMP. You ponies make so much money.”

                                            > “Don’t you make lots of money?”

                                            > The mare paused

                                            > “I mean…I do, but…”

                                            “But what?”


                                            > “Well…Since you’re a fellow agent I feel comfortable telling you that I don’t get paid very well. And just between you and me, I don’t really like Twilight very much. She scares me. I only took this job because of the pay. Most of my money goes to my mom.”

                                            “Oh, is she sick?”

                                            > “Kind of.” The mares gaze fell to the floor

                                            > “I’ve never told anypony this before but my moms a little…strange, to say the least.”


                                            “That's okay, I think everyponies parents are a little strange.”

                                            > “You don’t understand. My mom isn’t normal, she can’t be around other ponies because she’s…”


                                            > “What the heck is going on here!?” A shrill voice interrupted

                                            > Amethyst jumped in fear and stood on guard for the princess

                                            > Pressing her tissue box covered hoof over her forehead

                                            > I looked up and saw Twilight who looked livid.

                                            > And somehow…Much fatter than the last time we met

                                            “Oh…Sorry, Princess…” I muttered


                                            > As she stared at me a cross expression grew across her sour, purple face.

                                            > “I'm sorry, but Amethyst is busy right now. She’s my royal notetaker and she doesn’t need any distractions." She said sternly

                                            “I understand princess…I was just leaving.”

                                            > I turned and attempted to go my own way but was stopped when she grabbed onto my tail.

                                            > “Hey! You're that PPMP officer aren't you?"

                                            > “Oh…Yes….Small world.” I chuckled

                                            > Fudge

                                            > “You know, I have a couple of words for you.”


                                            > I turned around and locked my eyes with the plump purple princess

                                            > Her suit was stained with what looked like cake and remnants of the baked good hardened along the edges of her mouth.

                                            > Her enormous thighs quivering as they struggled to uphold her fatty derriere and loose, fleshy gut that hung low and tugged at her suit.

                                            > The stretching was so bad that the edges were fraying.

                                            > Staring upon the fat royal filled me with a mix of disgust, fear, and pity.


                                            > I shook away the shock

                                            > “Umm...Sure…?” I peeped

                                            > “You PPMP ponies can try all you like to get me to stop eating tasty food. But I don’t care anymore! I’m going to eat what I want! When I want! And I’m not going to listen to anypony!”


                                            > Twilight had a mean look in her eye

                                            “Oh…Well, That's great princess…I’m very happy for you.” I replied casually

                                            > “And before you ask. No! I’m not going in this shop to buy drugs! I’m conducting a very important investigation. A better question is, what are you doing here?"


                                            > “I...Ummm I got fired?”

                                            >...


                                            "Oh…Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

                                            > Her voice was much calmer now

                                            > It was as if she felt sorry for me

                                            "Yeah, I'm actually looking for a job here. Maybe you could pull a few strings for me princess?"

                                            > I passed her the job application and she scanned it quickly.


                                            "Milk Mare? Hmmm…..Well, As a PPMP agent, you already know everything about me, so I think you'd be perfect for the job."

                                            “Well, actually it's not really for me it's…"

                                            > She gave me a strange look

                                            > Did I say something wrong

                                            > Quick Night Glider! Lie! Its your unofficial special talent!

                                            > "Actually! Never mind!”

                                            > I swiped the application from her hooves and stuffed it into my bag

                                            “I've always wanted to be a milk mare!”

                                            > What kind of hole was I digging myself into?


                                            > “Well, thats perfect! I can’t wait to try your flavour! You look like you taste like…”

                                            > Twilight put her hoof under her chin and thought for a moment.

                                            > “Blueberries!”

                                            “Blueberries?”

                                            > “Yes! I think your milk will taste like blueberries.” She stated matter of factly

                                            “Oh…Okay princess…”


                                            > We walked inside the shop and were greeted by a green mare with messy red dreadlocks

                                            > "Yo! Twilight, what's happening' you looking for Fluttershy?" The pony asked in a slow and grating tone.

                                            > "Matter of fact I am. But first I need to get straight into some business."

                                            > Twilight pulled out a transparent baggy with a cigarette butt inside.

                                            > "Do you know who bought this?"

                                            > "Hmmmmm……I think I know the mare who purchased this, but I haven't seen her in a while. I don't even know her name. Maybe ask around the brothel downtown. I think I've seen her there before.”

                                            > Twilight put the baggy into her purse

                                            > "Do you have a description of this pony?"

                                            > "Of course."


                                            > Amethyst pulled out a notepad and began taking notes

                                            > "She's a purple unicorn mare…I don't remember her cutie mark, but I think it was some sort of fish? Like…Tuna or something?"

                                            > I rolled my eyes

                                            > Stoners


                                            > “A purple unicorn mare with a tuna fish cutie mark.” Twilight restated “Anything else?”

                                            > “She’s a really thin mare, almost skin, and bones.”

                                            > Twilight nodded “Thanks for the information. Now, I think it’s finally time for me to take a nice long break.”

                                            > Tree Hugger smiled “Totally…But I would act fast because Fluttershy and I are off to Ponyville in like…An hour.”

                                            > “Off to Ponyville!? For what purpose?” Twilight asked stomping her hooves indignantly


                                            > “McHoofies is building its new base of operations there. Did you know that they’re serving chicken at their restaurant?”

                                            > “Chicken? Like the bird?”

                                            > “Yeah, it's SO not cool.” The stoner poner replied

                                            > “That's probably just some nonsense an angry customer made up. I love McHoofies! I go the one by the hospital every day for Celestia's sake! I think if anypony were to notice anything weird going on with their food it would be me.”

                                            > Twilight crossed her hooves and closed her eyes

                                            > I don’t think she could be more smug if she tried


                                            > Tree Hugger covered her mouth and began to chuckle

                                            > Twilights eyes cracked open and she uncrossed her hooves

                                            > “What's so funny?” She snarled

                                            > “Didn’t you say that you’re areolas got really like…REALLY puffy when you started eating at McHoofies? Something about the hormones in their food?”

                                            > Twilight flashed red with embarrassment.

                                            > “No…I…I…I told you never to mention that!”


                                            > The green mare giggled loudly “You even asked me if I could fix them!”

                                            > “S-Shut up Tree Hugger!” Twilight stammered

                                            > “You’ve got a real funky pair of purple pepperonis swinging down their Twilight!”

                                            > I could tell by the mares tone that she wasn’t trying to be insulting

                                            > I think she’s just too “out of it” to realize how rude she was being


                                            > I held my hoof over my mouth and tried to hide my laugher

                                            > When I turned to Amethyst, she was writing in her notebook

                                            > “Purple…Pepperoni….nipples…” She whispered to herself

                                            > Twilight spun around like a tornado

                                            > “Do. Not. Write that!” She barked

                                            > Amethyst sunk behind her notepad and began frantically scratching out her entry.

                                            > “Sorry, princess.” She replied at a barely audible volume


                                            > Twilight turned back to Tree Hugger who was holding a cigarette between her lips

                                            > “So, like…Is there anything you can do to stop it?”

                                            > Twilights eye began to twitch

                                            > “Stop what!?” She cried

                                            > Tree Hugger didn’t flinch at Twilights’ outburst

                                            > She just puffed on her cigarette and laughed

                                            > “You know…Like…Stopping McHoofies and stuff.”


                                            > Twilight slammed her hoof to her face

                                            > "No Tree Hugger. Zoning laws are out of my control. You two need to stop protesting so much anyways, didn’t you already hold a protest when McHoofies opened a restaurant here?”

                                            > “Yeah.” The green pony laughed “We sure showed them.”


                                            > “No. No, you didn’t. You got yourselves arrested and I had to bail you out. Ironically, the same day you two were released, McHoofies opened. Do you even know how embarrassed I was? The Equestria Enquirer wrote an entire article about the incident! It was humiliating!”

                                            > Tree Hugger stared at Twilight with her bloodshot eyes and frowned

                                            > “Princess, I’m sorry to say. But your negative energy is seriously bumming me out.”

                                            > “Look, it's a very simple concept. All I’m saying is that protesting is a waste of time. Instead, you and Fluttershy should stay here and sell me milk until I go back home to ponyville.”

                                            > Treehugger shook her head

                                            > “No can do Purple. Those chickens need our help. Fluttershy’s in the back if you want a taste before we leave.”


                                            > Twilight turned to me with a desperate look in her eyes

                                            > “Do you want this job?”

                                            > “Ummmm…..I…I…”

                                            > "Normally, I'm not one to offer this sort of position on such short notice, but it seems like my time is running thin."


                                            “Oh…Well of course princess. I can be your Milk Mare.”

                                            > “Do you promise to keep this secret between us?”

                                            “Sure…I can do that.”

                                            > “Perfect! I’m sure that you’ll make a great personal Milk Mare until Fluttershy returns!”

                                            > What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?


                                            > Twilight grabbed my hoof and pulled me behind the counter into the backroom

                                            > I felt a heat hit my face and smoke fill my lungs

                                            > The room was illuminated by candlelight and covered in  “cigarette” smoke

                                            > It felt like a sauna and smelled like skunk and sweat.


                                            > Fluttershy, the famed element of Kindness sat in the center of the room atop a pile of pillows

                                            > She wore a purple hat and sweater along with a teal polka dot scarf and large glasses

                                            > Her mane was tied in a tight braid and she was in sweat

                                            > Her body was completely drenched in her fluids soaking that through the entirety of her outfit

                                            > The smell of her oder permeated the room


                                            > She sat atop the pillows with her legs spread while two mares sucked enthusiastically on her large, plump breasts.

                                            > The mares beneath her adorned matching outfits

                                            > They both had flowers tied into necklaces hanging around their necks.

                                            > Their manes were unkempt and dangled freely over the colourful assortment of rags that looked haphazardly hoof-stitched together.


                                            > They sucked timidly on Fluttershys nipples

                                            > Between sips the two passed a cigarette between each other.

                                            > The skunky smell of their cigarettes was strong.

                                            > Trumped only by Fluttershy’s piercing body odor.

                                            > I looked over at Amethyst and began envying her face masks.


                                            > Fluttershy was holding a small red book in her hoof and was reading aloud to the mares who were staring up at her longingly as they suckled on her teats like newborn puppies.

                                            > “The stallion is the inferior sex.” She read “Their genitalia is exposed and swings between the legs leaving them vulnerable. They compensate for this fragility by destroying whatever they perceived as a threat to their masculinity. On the other hoof, we have the mare, the only creature in Equestria with the potential to tame their savage nature. It is our mission to awaken everypony of this fact because only then can we live in harmony with nature.”


                                            > As we got closer I noticed the spoonfuls of milk dripping from their wide-open maws.

                                            > They were completely hypnotized Fluttershy.

                                            > Intoxicated by her milk and her words


                                            > Fluttershy lowered the book and gently pushed their heads backwards

                                            > Her nipples popped out of their mouths and jiggled slightly

                                            > She covered her nipples with her hooves and smiled

                                            > “It’s good isn’t it?” She asked in a soothing tone

                                            > The mares nodded in agreement and began caressing her factories

                                            > “Do you want another taste?”

                                            > Their hooves grappled onto her breast and began squeezing


                                            > Fluttershy snatched their hooves and pushed them away

                                            > “Ah! Ah! Ah! You need to make a donation first, let's say….. fifty SugarBucks for another twenty minutes?”

                                            > The doozy-eyed mares began searching through their bags that rested at their hooves


                                            > Twilight cleared her throat to get her friend's attention

                                            > Fluttershy looked up and smiled from ear to ear

                                            > “Oh! Hello Twilight! What a great surprise!” Fluttershy cheered

                                            > Twilight approached the tipsy mares and grabbed one of them by her limp hoof

                                            > She looked down on them with disgust

                                            > The mare just smiled back dozily

                                            > “I still don’t think that you should be selling your milk…It's too powerful for average ponies.” Twilight lectured


                                            > “If you know a better way to spread kindness I’m always open. Look at these ponies! They’re practically teeming with kindness!”

                                            > Twilight stared into the mares eyes

                                            > They were in a completely different reality.

                                            > “Are you a princess?” The mare mumbled


                                            > Twilight rolled her eyes and dropped the pony who flopped to the floor like dead weight.

                                            > “You’re exploiting your kindness magic.” Twilight argued

                                            > “Maybe a little.” Fluttershy sighed “But I don’t see it like that. I think I’m bringing much needed positivity into the world.”


                                            > Fluttershy pet one of the mares on the head “Isn’t that right, honey?”

                                            > Twilight looked down at the ponies crawling around on the floor, completely at the mercy of…Whatever it was in Fluttershys milk that made them act this way.

                                            > “I’m not sharing.” Twilight said bluntly

                                            > Fluttershy sighed and took one of the mares by the hoof and brought her up to her eye level

                                            > The dopey-looking pony had a broken smile and her eyelids hung low


                                            > “Your time is up honey.” Fluttershy cooed

                                            > The dazed mare nodded and stumbled out of the room with milky spittle dripping from her lips.

                                            > Twilight stepped over the other mare, who was completely passed out on the floor.

                                            > She sat between Fluttershys legs and began to suck on her left teat


                                            > It was then I noticed something very odd about Fluttershys bust

                                            > Her breasts were covered in veins. They pulsated like a heartbeat as the milk inside discharged into Twilights mouth

                                            > Cups of milk poured in her mouth and bulged at her throat before sliding into her belly which was purred happily.

                                            > She rubbed her stomach with one hoof and stuck the other between her chubby thighs

                                            > The tip of her hoof poked between her legs as she rubbed her crotch in a slow, methodical motion


                                            > Twilights blue suit pants were taut around her large rump

                                            > The cotton stitch was stretched tightly across her flank, gripping to every fold of her rump and forming a mold of her genitals.

                                            > A tear was forming over her ponut

                                            > The laceration in the fabric was small but noticeable and provided a tiny window that exposed the top half of her anus.

                                            > Her tummy fat drooled over her waistband

                                            > The noises her stomach was making were strange and filled the room with dull, low-pitched grumbles.


                                            > “I don’t know why you would let ponies put their mouths on your nipples like that. It’s disgusting and unsanitary.” Amethyst stated

                                            > “Oh, it’s not so bad.” Fluttershy replied, “It can actually feel quiet nice.” She said rubbing Twilights chubby barrel that moaned in delight


                                            > “You look like you would be perfect for this kind of work." She added

                                            > Fluttershy eyes wandered upwards towards Amethysts breasts that tower above her head, held in place by a strange brassiere-like contraption.

                                            > Amethyst shot her nose into the air “Not for all the bits in Equestria!”


                                            > Fluttershy began to squirm in discomfort as Twilights sucking became louder and more intense.

                                            > She tried to hide her unease, but it was obvious she was no longer having fun.

                                            > Her back legs began to fidget and she was subtly trying to shove Twilight off by pushing on her forehead.

                                            > “Well…(Ooooo)….Y-you see…We all need to…(Oh my gosh!)……We all need to be kind….even if it’s not in our best intrESTS!…” She squealed "Ponies are….very…hungry out there…"


                                            > Amethyst rolled her eyes and approached Fluttershy who was trying to force Twilight off her breast while also trying to look calm at the same time.

                                            > Her face screamed discomfort and was clearly nervous

                                            > But I cold tell that she was trying to keep her cool for the sake of the argument

                                            > All ponies have tells

                                            > Some are just more obvious than others


                                            > “You’re…REALLY thirst today aren’t you Twilight?" Fluttershy laughed nervously

                                            > Twilight didn’t respond and only quickened her pace

                                            > Her head bobbing back and forth as she slurped the milk straight from the source


                                            > “Oh, come on! You environmentalist ponies are almost as bad as the Equalists. You never bathe, smell like gym socks, and spend all day being freeloading degenerates.”

                                            > “T… That's not true!” Fluttershy whined “All of our money goes to charity! We use our Bits to help ponies!”


                                            > At this point Fluttershy had lodged her back leg into Twilights stomach and was trying to push her away

                                            > Twilight's tummy only growled at this retaliation

                                            > Profane sounds of digestion began to rise

                                            > Fluttershys resistance only made Twilight more adamant and she started sucking on her nipple even more roughly than before

                                            > She was treating her friend like nothing but a milk dispenser

                                            > Fluttershy didn’t appreciate the objectification.


                                            > Fluttershy breast was beginning to stretch

                                            > “Oh for the love of Celestia please let go…” Fluttershy mumbled

                                            > “What?” Amethyst asked indignantly

                                            > “Ooooohhh…. I just…Said that….I….I…I mean we…..Don’t bathe because….N…Nature is…is….”


                                            > Finally, she managed to push her away

                                            > Fluttershy yelped as her teat was released from Twilights mouth

                                            > With a loud pop and Twilghts head shot backward and Fluttershys breast snapped back into her crotch

                                            > Her droplets of milk flew into the air


                                            > Twilight fell to the floor and a loud rip could be heard

                                            > Fluttershys face began to contort as she held onto her nipple

                                            > “Ummm….Could you be a little more gentle?”

                                            > Twilight looked between her legs

                                            > A large tear over the crotch had formed

                                            > Twilight slammed her hooves between her legs and blushed

                                            > “D..Don’t look at me…”


                                            > “Girls…”

                                            > We all turned to Amethyst who was shaking

                                            > Her face was covered in milk splatters

                                            > She shrieked and bolted out of the room

                                            > “AHHHHHH! THIS IS SO GROSS! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!”

                                            > She ran into the washroom and slammed the door behind her

                                            > I could hear tap water running from beyond the door

                                            > Fluttershy lifted her breast and stared down at her nipple which was red and swollen

                                            > Her milk was flowing freely without assistance now

                                            >Drooling in a steady stream onto the floor


                                            > Fluttershys face twisted in horror

                                            > “Oh no…Oh no…oh no!”

                                            “What's wrong?”

                                            > “It's not stopping! Twilight sucked too hard! Now it won’t stop leaking!”

                                            > That can happen?


                                            > Tree Hugger pushed her way toward Fluttershy

                                            > “Yo! What's with all the noise back here?”

                                            > “Twilight broke my nipple!” Fluttershy cried

                                            > Twilight was sitting on the ground licking her lips in a trance-like state as the milk pooled around her

                                            > We all stared at the princess in shock

                                            > It took her a few seconds to notice, but when she did her face turned candy apple red

                                            > “What?” Twilight asked casually

                                            > A part of me wanted to say something

                                            > Another part of me wanted to go into the washroom with Amethyst and wash my eyes after everything I’d seen today.


                                            > Tree Hugger approached Fluttershy and lifted a hoof to her chin

                                            > “Hmmm….It's a good thing you work with a master potion maker like myself.”

                                            > Tree Hugger walked over to a cabinet and rummaged through potions

                                            > Meanwhile, Fluttershy nursed her sobbing breast


                                            > “Dude…I think I found something.”

                                            > She pulled out a large empty bottle and pulled the cork off

                                            > Then, she approached Fluttershy and stuck it over her breast

                                            > She used an excessive amount of tape to keep the bottle in place


                                            > I watched the milk quickly fill the bottle

                                            “How is this going to help in the long run?” I asked

                                            > Tree Hugger took a drag of her cigarette and laughed

                                            > “Just watch.”

                                            > I leaned in close and watched the bottle fill up to the halfway point

                                            > But somehow, it wasn’t being filled

                                            > It remind half full.

                                            > Never more

                                            > Never less


                                            > I was puzzled

                                            “I don’t get it. Why isn’t it filling to the top?”

                                            > “It’s an infinity bottle. At the bottom is a small portal. Infinity bottles have been used for centuries. Mostly by alchemists back in the day to share their potions from long distances.”

                                            > I was impressed

                                            > But this raised a number of questions


                                            “Where will all this milk go?”

                                            > Tree Hugger shrugged

                                            > “I don’t know, Maybe it goes to…Space? That would be cool.”

                                            > I shook my head in disappointment

                                            > The fact that such a useless pony has access to this sort of power was worrying

                                            > But I guess it was better than slowly drowning in milk


                                            > “You really shouldn’t be using that sort of magic.” Twilight lectured “You don’t know where that portal leads. Those etherial potion pathways are ancient. You could rip a hole in the space-time continuum.”

                                            > We all shot her an angry look

                                            > If she wants to drown in milk that was her prerogative but cont me of of that weirdness

                                            > “Sorry.” She peeped

                                            > “What's gotten into?” Fluttershy asked, “You’ve never been so aggressive before.”

                                            > “I don’t know, I just feel really hungry all of a sudden.”


                                            > “If you're hungry I think we have some leftover pasta.” Treehugger offered

                                            > “That would be nice.” Twilight nodded

                                            > Treehugger trotted over to the fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a large aluminum tray of pasta

                                            > “Help yourself Twilight.”

                                            > Twilight shoved her hoof into her purse and pulled out a breast pump then gave it to Fluttershy before scooting over to Tree Hugger and swiping the tray from her hooves.


                                            > Twilight began scarfing down the pasta like tomorrow

                                            > I turned back to Fluttershy who was blowing into the suction cup

                                            > The warmth of her breath caused the transparent plastic to steam


                                            > “What's your name?” Fluttershy asked

                                            “Me? My name is Night Glider.”

                                            > “That's a wonderful name, can you help me for a moment?”


                                            > I nodded and approached the timid mare

                                            > The smell of her sweat became more prominent the closer I got

                                            > between her legs were thick pools of sweat


                                            > She attached the pump to her nipple and put my hooves over her breast

                                            > One hoof above her nipple and the other at the bottom of her breast

                                            > They were hard and I could feel the veins under my hooves

                                            > the veins were very squishy compared to the rest of her boob

                                            > It was a strange texture


                                            > “Now just squeeze gently and the milk will come right out.”

                                            > I added a bit of pressure and the milk began squirting into the container

                                            > Fluttershy picked up a book with a weird symbol on the front

                                            > It was a circle with a line down the middle and two other lines connecting to it on an angle

                                            > I’ve seen worse designs


                                            > “Do you want me to read to you?” Fluttershy asked in a motherly tone

                                            “Sure.”

                                            > She opened the book and began to read in a slow and soft tone

                                            > “The Peace Pamphlet: Chapter One: What is peace in post-Celestia Equestria? How do we as a culture of ponies define peace while living under the wings of a god with a history of bloodshed? Can a pony even define peace in this environment? In this book, we will be exploring the idea of peace and how it can be applied in the same as any other ideology…”


                                            > During the session Fluttershy massaged my shoulders and played with my mane as she read the manifesto aloud.

                                            > I listened carefully to her words over the course of three short chapters.

                                            > The book was very silly

                                            > The pony who wrote it had a very utopian view of the world and seemed to believe that everypony could live in harmony if only they adopted peace through the destruction of the ego.


                                            > I don’t think it's possible to do such a thing

                                            > Ponies are born with ego for a reason

                                            > It would be like taking away a pony's heart or love or…Cutie….Mark….

                                            >....

                                            >....

                                            > Oh no…

                                            >....

                                            > I mean….

                                            > They aren’t comparable…Are they?


                                            > I felt a warm liquid running down my hoof

                                            > I looked down and saw that the milk had overflowed and was running down my leg

                                            > Fluttershy began to laugh

                                            > “Were you distracted by the story?”

                                            “No…Just….I mean….Can I try some of your milk?”


                                            > “Why do you want to try my milk?” Fluttershy blushed

                                            “Twilight said that it contains your kindness magic and I wanted to see what that was like.”

                                            > “Oh no you don’t!” Twilight shot with a mouthful of pasta “I need you clean sober if you're gonna be my milk mare.”


                                            > “Oh come on Twilight, a little kindness never hurt anypony.”

                                            > “While you’re right about that, it’s clear that the average pony simply can’t handle the unique and powerful magic within your milk without getting…fruity.”


                                            > Fluttershy chuckled

                                            > “Don’t mind her…She's a bit uptight about these sorts of things.”

                                            “So, what's your deal anyways? Are you like an equalist?”

                                            > “Not at all. I speak for nature.”

                                            “Nature? Like trees and stuff?”

                                            > “Yeah, trees and stuff.” She replied sarcastically “Ever since I was a filly I've had the power to talk to animals."

                                            “Oh, that sounds really cool!"


                                            > “Its and amazing power. When I met Tree hugger she helped me realize all the good I could be doing with my powers. Together we started this shop. We sell smokable plants, environmental literature, and books about gender inequality. All very important stuff.”

                                            “That sounds…Interesting?”

                                            > “Our goal is to make sure that the environment has a seat at the table in a world where everypony feels the need to cut her into pieces for their own exploitation.”

                                            > This mare is odd.

                                            > Fluttershy removed the container and then tossed it to Twilight who caught it in her free hoof and dropped it into her purse.


                                            > All this teat-sucking and milk stuff was reminding me of my first time with Ivy

                                            > She has this strange habit of leaking milk whenever she orgasms

                                            > I remember our first time

                                            > We were in her dorm after a party

                                            > Looking back, I don't remember exactly how we ended up on the bed

                                            > Maybe we just had too much to drink

                                            > I can't recall the details

                                            > But somehow she convinced me to massage her breasts


                                            > Purple Springs was only a couple months old at the time and Ivy needed her breasts milked or else they got sore

                                            > She told me that her boobs needed a massage because they felt too full.

                                            > At the time I was hesitant.

                                            > I was in my first year of college and she was going into her final year


                                            > She was an older mare and needless to say, my first sexual experience was intimidating

                                            > I think that Ivy being the only pony I’ve ever had sex with askew with my perception of the act.

                                            > I grew not only to enjoy the milk but expected it.


                                            > It was a curse because no other mare produced like her

                                            > Starlight doesn't produce

                                            > I mean…

                                            > I think she's a very wise mare

                                            > But sex with her isn't very fun

                                            > She's too infatuated with being rough-housed

                                            > Slapping

                                            > Spanking

                                            > Choking…

                                            > Especially choking

                                            > A fetish could never wrap my head around

                                            > (No pun intended)

                                            > Especially as her pain threshold has become more…abnormal.


                                            > I don't know why, but my mind wandered back to this moment a lot.

                                            > It was la memory I had been milking since we broke apart.

                                            > It made me feel happy


                                            > Ivy would be much more suitable for this kind of work.

                                            > Her milk tasted so good and always made me feel warm inside

                                            > Unfortunately, I don't think Twilight will let me leave now

                                            > I've seen too much

                                            > My only problem was finding out a way to produce milk

                                            > Lest they find out I’ve been lying about my ability to produce this entire time.