Note: I came to the conclusion that my story isn't inclusive enough to meet today's standards. So, I've decided to add one trans pony and a race swap to appease any readers of "The Adventures of Multiboob Derpy" Who are woke.

Think of it as like what they did in the later seasons of fim. Very progressive! 

The Misadventures Of Derpy Hooves (And Friends!)
Season 2 episode 5: The Worst Ways to lose your virginity

Derpy:

> I woke up with my face drenched in sweat.
> The mattress beneath me feels soaked to the springs. 
> My skin feels heavy, like a wet blanket resting over aching bones.
> My limbs are like jello, but my joints feel rusted.

> I brought my hoof to my face and yawned, dragging it along my plump cheeks as I tried to wipe the tiredness from my face.

> My lazy eye rolled across the faded, flower patterned wallpaper.
> I think the alcohol is still soaking my poor brain.
> It hurts….

> As I looked around the room, I tried grounding myself.
> The spinning was hurting my tummy.
> My mind is a haze of last night
> Disjointed thoughts and mysterious discomforts riddle my brain.
> Confusion…

“Okay, Derpy…What have you gotten yourself into this time…?”

> My stomach is churning 
> My mouth is dry, feeling like its been choked with sand
> The light from the lamp next to the bed is hurting my eyes

“I'm still at the hotel?”

>...

“I'm….Still at the…hotel…?”

> The realization washed over me as quick as I could think.

> Very slowly  

> But it was like a punch to my already rolling stomach.

“What the heck am I still doing here!?”

> I placed my hoof over my heart as panic started to set in

“I need to get to the library! Who’s going to inspire the Derpy Deliveries team if I’m not there!? What if everypony will lose faith in me and nopony will take me seriously ever again! I don't have the type of reputation where I can afford to screw things up!”

> In a panic, I instinctively shot upward, but the sudden force sent a sharp pain through my legs and stomach.
> I collapsed back into bed just as quickly as I arose.
> When my backside hit the mattress, my milkers slammed into my ribs like two balls of concrete.

> My entire body felt like it had gone through the wringer
> My bones and muscles sting like I had just run a marathon.

“Ugh…Maybe today I should just call in…” I sniffled 

> I layed in bed for a couple minutes and started to calm myself down.
> I don’t remember much of what happened last night…
> Maybe I should try and figure that out before I move on?

> I bet that if I scan the room for clues, it will give me a better idea.
> My eyes were heavy and every time I blinked my lazy eye would be looking somewhere completely different.
> Being in this state reminds me of when I was filly. Before I started training my eyes with word searches and puzzles.
> I could barely see anything when I was a filly 
> I was a mess back then…

“Okay Derpy, focus...What do you see, you silly filly?” I muttered to myself

> The room is surprisingly nice. Even though it's a little messy. 
> It's also quite large, meaning it's probably a suite. 
> Maybe? 
> I've never been in a hotel before.
> All my references are from romance novels…

> Across the bed was a door to another room. 
> To my left was a dark hallway, most likely leading to the rest of the hotel.

> The curtains were drawn along the window, which spanned the entire area of the right side wall

> Outside, the sun was subtly peaking over the eastern hills, meaning that it’s probably around six in the morning.
> Curse my mailmare instincts! Even when I’m at death's doorstep, I can't sleep a wink past my usual routine!

> I slowly pulled myself into an upright position, which caused my stomach to growl.
> My dry mouth started to salivate 
“So thirsty…”

> I don’t know why I’m so thirsty. 
> I probably drank two bottles of wine and a ton of hard cider last night.
> It doesn’t make sense.
> Shouldn’t I be super hydrated after drinking all night?
> Sometimes I think the world just makes up/changes its laws to punish me.

> I grabbed my left breast, then with all my strength I lifted my nipple up to my mouth.
> I placed my teat between my lips and nursed myself.
> Sucking on my nipple like a lollipop, my lips loudly smacking against my teat as I tugged at my nipple.
> The crusty layer of dried spit sealed around my gums washed down my throat as I filled my mouth with delicious cream.

> I sometimes forget how good my milk tastes. 
> It’s very sweet and makes my throat feel tingly.
> I try not to drink from myself as often as I used to. But when I do, it's nothing short of heavenly.

> My breast was perched along the blade of my chest.
> Wiggling slightly as the milk coursing through the fatty lump hummed in a low growl.

> The milk started to expel faster, and soon I was consuming large mouthfuls without having to tease my nipple.

> My cheeks swelled to the size of tennis balls when I decided I was satisfied
> But it’s not like I could turn the milk off.
> So when I finished drinking, I spat my teat from my mouth and shoved my boob to my side as quickly as I could.

> My unstoppable stream of milk began dribbling onto the floor.
> Even though I tried to push my nipple from my face as fast as I could, milk still spilled all over my cheeks and neck.


> I wiped my face with my hoof and stared at the giant lumps on my chest

> My teats have been slowly expanding.
> When they first appeared, they were a manageable size. Around the size of water melons.
> But over the past couple months, they’ve gone from inconveniences to nearly debilitating. 
 
> The constant weight on my bones was starting to get the better of me, and the skin connecting my teats to my chest was starting to show signs of scarring.
> I hate them so much
> I wish they would just disappear.

> After the milk settled in my belly I tried to get up again. This time instead of pulling myself up, I tried using my hooves to push my back along the headboard.

> By doing this, I was able to slowly creep my way into an upright sitting position.
> When my back was finally parallel to the headboard, it took all my strength to keep the weight of my chest teats from pulling me forwards.

> But even with all my strength my effort wasn’t enough. Soon, I was leaned over my teats with my back bent at a sharp, uncomfortable angle. 
> I laid my head between my teats and sighed

> As I shifted around in bed trying to get comfortable, my crotch began to burn in a way I had never felt before.

> The pain was localized between my legs. specifically, my marehood and thighs.
> Over the past six months, my vagina has felt constantly weird due to the steady streams of random orgasms and cum leaking from it.

> It’s not unusual for my vagina to feel a little wet, tingly, warm, or completely numb from time to time.
> But this new feeling wasn’t anything like my usual vaginal discomfort.
> This new feeling stings.

> It feels like fifty honey bees had assaulted my most tender area with their tiny pointers while I was unconscious. 

> Not only does my marehood hurt, but it feels very wet, but not like it usually does.
> Normally, I would attribute any moisture between my legs to sweat, and cum accumulation.
> But now it felt like my entire rear was soaked.

> My first thought was the uncomfortable possibility that I had wet the bed again.
> It wouldn't be the first time I peed myself since getting these chest breasts.

> Unfortunately, sometimes an orgasm isn’t just an orgasm, and instead of cum I urinate all over the place.
> I’m no doctor, but I don’t think being constantly sexually stimulated is healthy.
> I'm slowly losing control over my sex organs, and it's incredibly embarrassing.

> On the rare instances where I’ve peed the bed, it  was always on Fluttershy's mattress at the cottage.
> But this wasn’t the cottage. Nor was it Fluttershy's bed. 

> This bed is owned by a pony I hardly know!
> The panic’s starting again.
> I tossed the blanket to the floor, praying to the princesses that I didn’t have another accident.

> I tried looking between my legs, but the adrenaline was causing my eye to toss across the sheets.
> I was unable to focus on anything.

> When I was finally able to focus my eyes, I saw the remnants of last night's disaster surrounding me.

> Littered across the bed lay the milk jars from my saddle. Which had been emptied and left strewn across the soggy mattress.

> My vagina was stinging, but I had no way of inspecting it in my current position.
> My teats and belly have gotten so big that I can’t even see between my legs anymore.
> I have to find another way.

> On the left side of the room was an in wall closet.
> The door was a giant mirror that spanned from the floor to a couple inches below the ceiling.
> There's an idea…

> I swung my body to the right and laid on my side
> My teats clapping together as they fell.
> I stretched my neck backwards to get a good glance at my marehood in the mirror behind me.

> The wetness between both my thighs met and felt instantly sticky.
> I looked in the mirror at my rump.
> Whenever Rarity measures my rear for fitting, she uses a large tape measure and mutters to herself.

> I've always had a big butt.
> It's loose, fatty, and covered in tiny white speckles.

> Between my legs my vagina sat in a muck of viscus cum.
> Only some of which was my own…

> The cum drooling from my irritated marehood is pale, white and very thick.
> It leaked out of me like syrup, and when I pushed the fluids would bubble and pop.
> As I pushed, streams of cum started to tickle down my leg,

> Mixed into the cum were streaks of blood. 
> The white ejaculate clashing with the dark red pulp made the blood stand out in a very real, and very sobering way as it slowly drained from my exhausted marehood and down my thigh.

> My vagina was a sight of grotesque, sickening displeasure 
> A wet, bloody and foul smelling mess.
> But thankfully, not a spot of urine had escaped my bladder.

> My marehood feels exhausted.
> It had the personality of a well worn, unfit sock with the appearance of a freshly pressed grapefruit that had been ripped apart then thrown away.

> I reached my hoof behind me. And using the mirror as a guide, I dragged my hoof upwards between my vaginal lips.

> With a deep first stroke, I collected a generous amount of bodily fluids.
> I cupped the bloody cum then brought my hoof to the opposite side of the bed and tossed the large wad of muck onto the floor with a violent flick of the wrist.

> I repeated this process until my marehood was fresh, then wiped my hoof over the blanket in a sweeping motion. Leaving a reddish stain on the bed.
> I rolled onto my back again and stared at the ceiling.
> It was all coming back to me now….

> As I put the pieces together I was starting to feel dirty in the worst possible way.

> My mind became wrought with a unique guilt.

“I messed up really bad this time.” I sighed to myself

> I threw my hooves over my eyes as my heart started to beat 
> Panic and sadness was starting to hit me like a train
> Panic for the pony I was becoming, and sadness for the pony used to be.

> Unlike most of my unwanted thoughts. This particular feeling was like an inescapable dread.
> I feel damaged. 
> I did this to myself.

> In one night I’ve sullied a part of my soul.
> And as much as I don’t want to admit it, I don't think the damage done to my innocence can never be repaired.

> Nothing reminds me of how much I hate change than trying something new.
> And nothing makes me hate myself more than realizing how stupid I am for repeatedly doing these things to myself.
> I removed my hooves from my face, and closed my eyes, in silence I practiced my breathing exercises.

“Ok Muffins…You're okay …You had intercourse with a stallion…An ACTUAL stallion…This is what you've always wanted!.....How do you feel?"

> …

“I feel…”

> …

> Nothing.

" I feel nothing."

> I thought I would be over the moon about finally having sex.
> But for some reason. I’m not.

> I have lots of sexual fantasies.
> Sex is something I had not only wanted for a long time, but an experience I've been clawing after for years. 

> Like a malnourished Changeling looking for love, or a miner in search of the perfect diamond.
> I craved the forbidden touch for years.

> And sure, I had Fluttershy caressing me down for the past month. 
> But like most ponies. I wouldn't consider same gender sex to be actual sex.

> Being in a same sex relationship isn't something to be proud of.
> Mares are sexual creatures, and stallions are few and far between.

> Most mares would ditch their mare friend for a stallion if given the opportunity.

> Unless they're TRULY gay.
> I'm not gay (At least I don’t think I am)
> I'm just desperate….

> From what I've heard and read. Sex for most ponies is an enjoyable, social experience.
> Its loose, fun and equally enjoyable for both ponies involved.

> But for a twenty year old, disenfranchised virgin like myself. Sex has become more of an idea than an actual opportunity.
> Before today, sex was a lot of things to me.

> A vicarious fantasy found in romance novels 
> An abstract obsession 
> A topic of conversation between more fortunate ponies. That, when it's brought up I would passively excluded myself.

> And as they talked in detail about their escapades I quietly creep deeper into a dark and cold corner. 
> I would become unusually silent. 
> I would place all my hope and prayers that they move onto a new topic of discussion before they would drag my into the conversation in which I embarrassingly know nothing about on any meaningful level.

> Sure I could talk about my kinks
> Or “fetishes”
> But I don’t think ponies want to hear about my all odd fantasies 

> …

> I’m thankful that my friends don’t see me as a sexual creature.
> They all say I’m too “innocent” 
> Whatever that means…
> I don’t think I’m as innocent as they think I am
> If they knew what I fantasized about, they would hate me.

> I’m upset that the only pony who sees me as physically desirable is Fluttershy.
> It's unfortunate because ever since we started sleeping together I've become increasingly less attracted to her.

> Fluttershy is very pretty in her own strange ways.
> She has gorgeous eyes
> A flexible build 
> And the softest teats in town.

> She's also a very nice pony, and a great friend.
> But she's a hooful to deal with, and I don't think she realizes how hard she is to live with.

> She's an awful cook
> She needs constant approval
> And cries over the simplest things!

> It's always "I'm having an existential crisis this" or "I'm worried my mental health is declining that"
> I told her that good ponies don't cry, but that just makes her cry more!
> I thought I understood her.

> What my friends don’t know is that I LOVE sex. 
> Well…The idea of sex…
> Sometimes I worry that I might be TOO interested in sex.
> I don't dare admit it, but I was a bit of a secret pervert.

> In past tense of course, because now that I’ve actually copulated, I not only feel the same emptiness I did as a virgin.
> But something much darker too.
> But I’ve never been smart enough to think in abstracts
> I’m not a smart pony. But at least I know I’m not smart…
> That must account for something, right?

“I wish I understood….” I muttered 

> Wrestling with bad emotions has always been a challenge.
> Whether it’s my self esteem, my “strange fantasies”, or my other bad feelings.

> Growing up, these were all considered “bad thoughts” By my Flight School teachers.
> They would always say that I should be stronger than these thoughts.

> When my dad was still around, I would talk to him about these "bad thoughts"

> He always helped me when I felt down and confused.
> If he was still around, I would ask him why I feel so bad. Despite getting what I wanted.
> I miss my dad.

> Everything fell apart when he left.
> I started spending more time alone. 
> My routine was shattered, and I became much more interested in sex.

> I picked up new habits, like reading romance books and stealing personal items from my  friends.

> And my old habits only got worse…
> I started masturbating twenty times a day.
> Eating myself sick.
> And worrying more about things I know I shouldn't.

> Before the house burned down, I had established a nightly tradition where I would lay in bed and fantasize about my ideal stallion. 

> I would snuggle under three different blankets, with a pillow between my legs and a cup of coffee at my side and read romance novels.

> The stallions in these stories were always portrayed as tough, but caring ponies who treated their marefriends like delicate flowers.
> The stories I enjoy most are ones where the stallion would take in a shy mare and give her presents and belly rubs, then dominate them.

> I would spend hours engrossed in these stories. Imagining myself in the place of the mare. 
> I had read so many books in the romance genre that I quickly learned the formula by heart.

> It goes like this:
> After a hundred pages or so of build up, the two perfect ponies would have sex. 
> This always caused my heart to beat and my crotch to tingle.

> As I began to feel heated, the layers of blankets would slowly be removed until I was laying completely naked in bed, with the book in one hoof, while the other circled my sex in a methodic rhythm.

> As the heat grew, I would start changing the names of the characters.
> Eventually, I would strip the mare of her entire personality and appearance to replace her with mine.

> The stallions would also change. Sometimes he would look like my dad. Other times he would be Big Mac or my old boss Mr. Starboard.
> The strangest, but most erotic recast was when I imagined the stallion as Twilight Sparkle with a very large penis.
> I’ve always imagined it as unreasonably big and veiny…

> Until last night, I had never even seen a penis in real life.
> They aren't as appealing as I imagined…But I still think Twilight would look good with one.
> Twilight would be perfect no matter what though…
> She's so lucky.

> When I changed the names in these books, I would read things I never thought I needed to hear.
> Things I could only hear if I read them to myself out loud while pretending to be another pony 

> “Derpy, your eyes are so pretty.” Twilight would say in a calm voice

> “You have a very beautiful form.” Big Mac would coo

> “It's okay to be nervous, Derpy.” My dad hushed 

> “I love you, Derpy.” Twilight said with a tear in her eye 

> The soothing tones of these books is what I had expected from real sex. 
> All I ever wanted was a moment of real affection. 
> To be treated like a flower.

> But that will never happen. Because I’m not like the mares in my romance books, and the world of romantic fantasy is much kinder than reality.

> The stallion I slept with last night was disappointing in every way.
> He didn't make me feel like a flower.

> I don’t remember him saying much of anything. 
> He grunted and thrust himself inside me roughly until he came, and when he was finished, he plopped down next to me and passed out.
> After using me for my body, he had no further use for a chubby, wonky eyed, mare with a lisp.

> He doesn't realize it…And I don't even think it was intentional. But my virginity wasn’t the only thing he stole last night. 

> It's only been a couple hours, but I’m already regretting giving away such precious pieces of myself to a greedy pony like him. 

> The sex itself was messy and hurtful. It hurt during the intercourse and still hurts now.
> The entire experience is making me feel more confused as I linger on it. 
> It's moments like this that I miss my dad the most….

> In the other room, I could hear Coco humming 
> I pulled myself out of bed, strapped my ill fitting bras around my teats then stumbled my way into the room across from the bed.
> I don't feel good at all.

> I pushed the door open and saw Coco cooking something on a small stove.

> “Look who’s finally awake!” Coco cheered

> I leaned against the doorframe, trying not to be sick.
> This room was decorated like a small kitchen.

> It had a counter, a stove and a table in the center of the room.
> above the counter were large cabinets that I doubt I could reach even if I tried.

"Where's the stallion?" I asked rubbing my eyes 
> “He’s long gone, you didn’t expect him to stick around did you? It’s called a one stand for a reason!”

> Maybe it was for the best? I imagine it would be awkward with him around anyways.
> Though, I feel more disrespected than ever.

> “He said your pussy was like fucking a bowl of jello. Which is a pretty big compliment.” She winked

“It is?”

> “You really were a virgin weren’t ya? I find that to be SO adorable!” She giggled 

“I don’t know…”


> "So, how was sex? Pretty great, right?"

"I feel sick."

> "Oh, that's just the booze. You drank a lot last night."

"I hate drinking. And I hate stallions.”

> “Oh, I find that hard to believe.” She chuckled

> She grabbed my hoof then led me to the table 
> Coco placed a paper cup filled with water in front of me which I immediately chugged.


> “You were moaning like crazy last night! I'm starting to think you’re not as innocent as you want ponies to think you are.” She laughed 

“That's because I'm not a good pony. I make the same stupid mistakes over and over." I said wiping my mouth

> I couldn't even muster the strength to look at her. 

> I just started at the table slowly dissociating.

> “What do you mean by that?” She asked, her tone sounding less cheery 

“I trust ponies that I shouldn’t. And they hurt me.”

> “Hurt you? You aren’t talking about me are you? I….I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought…I thought it would be fun!”

“I thought it would be fun too. But it wasn’t.”

> “Muffins…You're not mad at me, are you?’

> I quickly looked up at her, but I couldn't stomach seeing her face.
> It was too much.
> My eye fell back to the table.

>...

“I don’t know.”

> in my peripheral, Coco started to fidget and her eyes darted around the room anxiously

> “Okay…Well…What wasn’t fun about it?”

“I…I don’t know. A lot of things.” I could feel tears welling in my eyes

> Good ponies don’t cry

> "Muffins. You need to tell me. What upset you."

> “N..Nopony asked me if I was okay…Or if I was comfortable….Nopony even said they loved me….” I whimpered

> “Muffins, we Didn't mean to…"

> She tried to put her hoof over mine, but I pulled it away.

“I trusted you. I…I thought you were my friend.”

> “Muffins, please don’t do this to me…I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
> She looked like she was going to break down herself.

> I inhaled deeply, my sinuses already starting to feel congested 

“I don’t think I like stallions.” I huffed 

> “That's okay! You don’t have to like stallions if you don’t want to.”

“All stallions are the same.”

> …

> “I mean, I respect your opinion…But that's a bit of a generalization don't you think?"

“The only stallion I was ever close with was my dad. He would be so disappointed in me right now….”

> “I’m sure he isn’t! Come on Muffins! Your dad is a great pony!”

“He..He didn’t even say goodbye…”

>... 

> "Sorry?"

“I’ll never see him again! I let him….f…fuc…I…Let him do things to me! Things I don’t think I was ready for….I wanted my first time to be special…A…A…And he took that all away…And he didn’t even..fu….k…h..he didn’t even say goodbye!”

> “Are you talking about your dad or the stallion from last night?” She chuckled awkwardly 

“Both! Every pony leaves me! And sometimes I feel like Nopony really loves me! My dad was always there for me until he left and never said goodbye! And the stallion last night was supposed to make me feel safe! I trusted them and they both let me down!"


> Despite my resistance, I could feel the tears trying to escape my eyes

>...

> "Well…I love you. And I won't leave you "

>... 


“Y..You do?” I sniffled 

> “I love you very much. And I'm sure other ponies do too. Like your mare-friend for example!" 

"Yeah, I guess you're right…I’m s…s…sorry I’m making this weird. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

> “It's okay, I’m here for you.”

> She hugged me tightly and I draped my limp over her shoulders in return

> "I..It's okay to cry if you want."

"No..It's not okay…It's never okay."

> "Muffins…Don't be silly! It's okay to cry. Who told you it wasn't?"

"I'm a Pegasi! Crying isn't allowed!"

> "Come on now. Don't you think that's a little ridiculous?"

"No? It makes perfect sense….It's a Pegasi thing. You wouldn't understand."

> "Muffins, you're an amazing pony because you aren't like the other Pegasi!"

"No…I am a Pegasi. One hundred percent." I whimpered

> "Okay...But just for the sake of argument, how about I tell you about some of the rules where I'm from."

"Okay." I sniffled

> "Public displays of affection are taboo in Germareny. But when I moved to Equestria, I saw it all the time! Hoofholding, booping, nuzzling, hugging, hoofjobs…I couldn't believe what I was seeing!"

"What's your point?"

> "You don't live with Pegasi. You live with earth ponies. And no offense. But Pegasi are inferior to everything you are. You don't want to be like them."

"Maybe you're right." I sniffled

> "Of course I'm right! Now let me grab you something to eat.”

> Coco has given me a lot to think about
> I can already tell that today will be filled with lessons.









Pinkie:

> What a restless night…
> Filthy and I spent hours with our genitals locked. 
> His penis tucked inside me, using my marehood like a sleeve.
> The two of us were covertly connected at the hips, while Spoiled tossed and turned mere inches from us.

> Mr. Rich held me tight. Locking his hooves around my chest.
> His leg was draped over my thigh, his humid breath hit my cheek with every exhausted exhale.

> His thrusts were slow and calculated 
> But is play was still demanding and rude 
> With his hooves wrapped around my barrel. He molested my teats by squeezing and slapping them.
> The pockets of fat flopped along my belly emitting a blunt, unappealing sound when he struck them.

> His behavior was predictable though.
> He would start cautious and gentle 
> But as his excitement grew, the clumsy groping and responsible thrusts turned violent

> The innocent fondling of my titties turned into aggressive pinching and squeezing. His hips grew a mind of their own as he whispered into my ear

> "You will make a great cow." He hissed 

> "Everyone will want to drink from you."

> I didn't find any of this comforting
> I may be sexually loose, and over indulge in drinks and sugar 
> And I would do anything to make enough Bits to keep Marbles belly happy.

> But being called a cow was degrading.
> Even for “Piggy Pie.”
> As his excitement peaked every one of his unrestrained thrusts caused Spoiled to roll fitfully in her sleep.

> As we fucked me, my vagina gripped his penis tightly between frequent, violent convulsions.
> Filthy Rich may have the character of a spoiled, untrained dog
> But he ruts with the power of a yak, and the stamina of a unicorn in heat season.

> I held my hooves over my snout, to snuff the moaning, and tried to keep myself composed 
> But my sensitive, earth pony body betrayed me. And I couldn't help but roll my hips in small circles, along his larger than average penis.
> Even while calling me a "cow" and referring to my nipples as "udders" He still turned me into a puddle.

> My instinctive grinding made him cum multiple times throughout the night, and by morning, the mattress beneath my thighs was a warm, sticky mess.

> On the opposite side of the bed, just a body away. Spoiled tossed and turned as we engaged in this exhilarating, and sickeningly blatant infidelity.
> It was both a terrifying and exciting experience.
> Possibly the highlight of my sex life.

> And I've done it all. With every kind of pony. In every position In any place imaginable.  

> But what really gets me going is fucking while being close to danger. 
> The vulnerability makes my legs tremble like nothing else.

> I can still remember the first time I tasted the thrill of almost getting caught.
> It was the first time I hooked up with Mr. Cake.
> When I first started going to Sugar Cube Corner I was only a filly.
> It feels so long ago…


Pinkie Pie: Age 13

> Every summer, my parents gave me permission to leave the farm and travel to Ponyville for a couple of weeks during the summer season.

> Seeing Dashie, Muffins, AJ and Fluttershy was always the height of my year.

> Whenever I was in town, our days were filled with exploring, hanging out in the treehouse, and shopping at all the cool stores downtown Ponyville had to offer.

> My favorite part of my Ponyville trips was when we visited Sugar Cube Corner.

> I would spend hours there, just trying all the different desserts and pastries.
> The food is beyond anything I had ever tasted back home and inspired my love of baking.

> I even threw my first out-of-town birthday party there!

> The party was small and consisted of me and my friends sitting at the bakery, eating sweets, cakes and pies while drinking fresh cups of coffee.
> I've never felt more adult…

> Sugar Cube Corner is still a fairly new establishment. It was opened by the young, and newly wedded couple Mr and Mrs. Cake.
> I like them a lot.
> They are both really nice ponies, despite being a bit strange….

> For some reason, they're always looking for new talent to help them in the kitchen.
> They only hire young mares, and the Any mare they're interested in hiring, are put through a rigorous hiring process.

> But the mares they eventually hire never last longer than a month….

> I chalk it up to their high quality and service standards. 
> The Cakes are sticklers for perfection. 

> When I told Mr. Cake how much I wanted to be a baker, he offered me an apprenticeship position on the spot!
> He said I would make a great apprentice if I was willing to “play nice”
> I was so excited!

> Before I returned home, we exchanged mailing addresses.
> I knew that if I REALLY wanted to be a baker, I had to give my parents the greatest sales pitch of their life!
> And that's exactly what I did.

> When I returned home, I sat the entire family in the den and explained to my parents that if I had the job, we could use the extra income for the farm.
> I also argued that I would use my baking skills to help cook for the family.

> But predictability, my parents said no…

> typical.

> The next day, I wrote Mr. Cake a letter declining the offer.

> Mr. Cake and I exchanged mail over the summer, but when summer ended, our communication abruptly stopped.

> Life went back to normal
> But much to my parents' disapproval. I had changed.
> I had dreams beyond the family and farm.





Pinkie Pie: Present Day

> It's morning.
> I lay awake in a mess of our sex fluids as the sun began peeking through a crack in the curtains.
> I was tired.
> But for whatever reason, I couldn't find the power to sleep away my anxious mind.

> I feel trapped
> I didn't want to leave, but the thought of being found out by Spoiled Rich was perturbing me.
> Spoiled Rich is an odd and scary mare
> She never speaks, and always looks either disappointed or disgusted.

> Even if I do sneak out of bed, the house is so big I would probably spend twenty minutes wandering around the place trying to find the exit.
> So I laid in wait for a very long time with only my thoughts to keep me company.

> There's nothing I hate more than boredom.
> It's just so…Boring!

> After what felt like forever, Mr. Rich finally woke
up.
> I was hoping he would escort me to the door. But instead, he brought me to the kitchen for breakfast where he had his chef whip up a bunch of fancy foods I had never even heard of.

> It wasn't long until Spoiled Rich stumbled into the room, with the grace of the undead.
> Her eyes, red and tired, fur pale, and mane splitting off in a hundred different directions.
> She grabbed a seat at the head of the table and glared at me like I was sin incarnate for an uncomfortably long moment.

> As we sat she set herself up for her breakfast
> Placing a napkin over her lap, adjusting her silverware and tidying up her area, all without unbuckling her fearsome eyes off me.

> Thankfully, after her server brought her a cup of tea and a small bowl of salad, she seemed a little more happy.
> If a pony like her could even feel happiness…

> I've never spoken to Spoiled.
> I mean…I've spoken to her. 
> She just never replies.

> The best way to describe Spoiled is as a looming, negative energy who sours any room with her presence.
> She never says a word, but you always know what she's thinking behind her icy glare.

> At the opposite head of the table to my right Filthy sat peacfully, eating a muffin while reading the paper.

> To my Left was Spoiled, who was giving us both the state of death.

> The awkwardness alone was like a bad case of shakes
> Never mind the fear and embarrassment which was picking away at the back of my mind.

> But by far the most uncomfortable factor, which only I seemed to realize. Was that this was the exact same table Filthy was rutting me over only a month ago.

> Just when you think you’ve wrapped your head around the oddities of life, the world throws you another near-fatal dose of irony.

> After Spoiled finished her salad, the waiter returned to the dining room with a platter of crepes stuffed with blueberries and raspberries. And a small bowl of broccoli soup. 
> The food was delicious. But unfortunately, the ponies in my company were souring the meal.

> Spoiled, poured herself a couple glasses of wine and chugged them back like water.
> This caused Filthy to prod his wife in a mean spirited, passive-aggressive-sort-of-way

> "Starting the drinking early I see." He mocked

> Spoiled slammed her glass on the table

> "Starting the whore mongering early I see." She shot, clearly waiting for Filthy to say something so she could jump on him.

> Filthy rolled his eyes and Spoiled started fidgeting in her seat in frustration.

> “Pinkie is just a friend. A business partner if you will.” Filthy explained

> Spoiled slid her hoof along the lip of her wine glass.
> Leaning over the table like a dog ready to pounce.

> “You're being very brazzen Filthy. Maybe I should bring some boy toys over for dinner, and see how much you like it.” She said with a cruel smile 

> "That would involve you actually speaking to someone who isn't your doctor, or part of the house staff." He sighed, sounding bored of the banter

> "Can you even smile with a hint of sincerity anymore? Or is your sagging face incapable?” Filthy jabbed 

> Spoiled started to giggle like a school filly, I leaned into the back of my chair and tried to subtly sink as much of myself as I could under the table without them noticing.

> “The Zebras in Dodge City didn’t seem to take age into account." Spoiled said sipping her drink

> Filthy Rich looked up from his paper as if he was about to hurl.
> The mental image of Spoiled Riches flabby teats and sullied lips made me feel mutually disgusted

> “Of course YOU would sleep with zebras. You may be rich as sin, but you’re still a whore at heart.” Filthy replied with growing anger

> “To the zebras' credit. They didn't propose when we were finished. unlike some pony.” She said, before lighting a cigarette 

> “Marrying you was the biggest mistake of my life.” Filthy shot

“Honey, don’t be mad. We’ve both fucked plenty of zebras over the course of our marriage. I just give my zebras a happy ending.” She punctuated her jab with the same smug little smile.
> Her creepy little smirks make my skin crawl.

> “You. Waiter!” Spoiled shouted.
> Beyond Filthy, stood a twerpy young stallion who was packing away a cart full of dirty dishes

“My husband thinks I’m washed up. How about you and I find a room in this gaudy mansion of his and prove him wrong?”

> “No Mrs. Rich.” He sighed, as if he had already been asked a thousand times before 
> Filthy slammed his hoof on the table causing all the silverware and dishes to jump

> “Why are you doing this? Everyday it's something with you!” 

> It was unbelievable to me how exhausted they sounded
> Is this how they treat each other all the time?
> No wonder Filthy is such a nasty piece of work

> “Well honey. That's because most cheating husbands don’t bring their whores to the breakfast table." She replied, flicking her cigarette ashes onto the table

>....

> I’m just gonna keep sliding backwards into my seat until I hit the floor…

> Filthy started to chuckle
> “Come on Spoiled! Can’t you see that I brought her for you!? Just look at her! Young, sexy, taut skin, vibrant coat, willing to spread her legs for anypony with a sack of bits. Remind you of anypony? You were once young and desirable just like her."

> Spoiled looked back at me and I froze.

> “What are you doing?” She sighed

“Nothing! Just…Sitting.”

> Spoiled grabbed me by the hook of my mane and pulled me back into my seat proper, then
scanned me up and down with her dead eyes before swigging down another gulp of wine.

> “So. That's what they consider attractive nowadays?” She said pointing to my belly.

> There was so little emotion in everything she said it was almost impressive.
> It's like she had both given up on life but still believed she was better than everypony
> Her tone had little range 
> At best she spoke in an emotionless, sarcastic tone.

> The only way to tell what she was feeling was by her facial expressions, which fluctuated between a lifeless “resting bitch face” and a punchable “fuck you I’m rich I can do what I want.” Face.


> “Well? I’m talking to you.” 

“Y..You want my opinion?”

> “I’m not talking to the orange juice.” She snapped 

“I don’t know. I think I’m okay I guess…?” I gulped

> She looked disappointed in my answer and fell back into her chair in defeat

> “So this is what my husband wants?”

“I…Ummm…I’m sorry?" I stuttered, trying to make sense of what exactly she was referring to.

> “I ummm…Well I!” She mocked “Sweet Celestia, it's like I’m talking to a fucking rabbit! I can see why you like this one so much as to invite her to breakfast honey. She's a GREAT conversation.” She said, throwing her hooves into the air

“Hey! I’m WAY smarter than a rabbit!”

> “Well congragu-fucking-lations Pinkie! Do you want to know something else? Filthy may be a lying, indecent, perverted scumbag. But he isn’t stupid. Sure you’re young and dumb. But he isn’t going to remarry. I’m not that lucky. So don’t get any stupid ideas.”

> The forwardness of this relationship was baffling 
> I looked back over at Filthy, who had completely dissociated from the conversation at this point and was casually reading the newspaper

“I understand, Mrs. Rich.”

> I don’t understand

> “Good.” She spat

> Another stallion of the wait staff entered the room with a cart of wine bottles

> “It's about time you showed up. I thought I would be stuck drinking last night's bottle all morning."

> “My apologies, Mrs. Rich. What would you like to start with today?”

> She looked at the bottles for a long time, examining each with care.
> She quizzed the stallion on everything from the age of the wines, to the the process they were bottled, until finally settling on a bottle of white wine called “Crystal Glaciers Grapevines.” 

> The stallion poured her a glass and left the bottle at her side.

> “Would you like anything else this morning? Cigarettes? Coffee? A line?” The stallion asked

> “I have cigarettes and already had my morning coffee. And I don’t need a line right now. The bed was shaking enough last night.” Spoiled said, glaring at me with contempt 

> “Perhaps there's something wrong with the frame? I can have somepony to come out and fix it today if you like.”

> “Feather Leather, you’re a doll, really. Now go fetch mommy her pills before she starts getting a headache.” She said, shooing the butler away with her hoof.

> “Of course Mrs. Rich.” 

> The butler scurried out of the room with the wine cart creaking down the hallway.

> I grew up on a very religious rock farm for most of my life.
> To me, this entire scene is baffling
> Is this what being a rich pony is all about?

> Open infidelity?
> Alcoholism?
> Casual drug use?
> Calling yourself “mommy?”

> Filthy Rich folded his paper, rested it on the table in a tidy square, then got up from his chair

> “I have some business to attend to. Pinkie, meet me in my office when you've finished your breakfast.”

> I nodded, then looked down at my half eaten meal
> I didn’t feel like eating
> This relationship was making me physically sick

> Spoiled eyed me up and down and stared at my teats

> "Pinkie Pie?”

“Yes ma'am.”
 
> “You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes.”

> She took a sip of wine 

> “I mean…I can see the appeal. Nice eyes, healthy fur, eye-catching mane style.”

“Thanks?”

> “But you reek of cheap wine and sex, your voice is grating, and those things along your front are repulsive.”

>....

> Spoiled rolled her eyes “My apologies. I’m not usually this nasty in the morning. It’s just that… Never in the history of our marriage has Filthy brought one of his whores to the breakfast table. What makes you so special?”

“Ummmm….He’s probably just….”

> “Choose your words carefully.” She warned

> This was too much pressure!

“I…I…I don’t know!” I snapped and started to cry

“I don’t want to be here either! If you just show me the door I’ll gladly…”

> “I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you’re helping Filthy with something other than his ED?” Spoiled laughed “Oh, poor child…You have no idea what you've agreed to."

"Honestly, Mrs. Rich, you're right.” I replied, wiping my eyes.

> "By the time he's done with you, he'll have fucked you in ways you couldn’t think possible.” 

> She pounded back her wine then poured herself another full glass.

> "At first you’ll love it. But it gets old fast. I should know, I've been unhappily married to him for twenty five years. I know him better than anypony. And he’s not a loving pony. To him, you’re just a young, dumb mare willing to treat him to a good time.”

 "Does he hurt you?" I whimpered 

> "He tries." She said, “But he’s not very good at it. Like he said.  was once just like you. Sleeping around for bits, partying every night. I lived both the high and the low life and survived. Not many in our profession can say they’ve done that.”

"I see…Well, I should probably catch up with him."

> I started to lift myself from my seat….

> "Sit." She ordered 
> I fell back down, and a cold shiver ran through my back legs

> "What’s my husband up to?"

"I have no idea. I thought that you were both involved in this “project" of his.”

> "Ha! I haven't had a real conversation with him in years. What you saw this morning was the most bonding we’ve had since we moved to Ponyville. All of our conversations are just bitter bickering. He calls me a gold digger, whore I say he's a heartless, misogynistic pig, and so on and so on until we get bored and live our own lives.”

"Sounds very unhealthy."

> “It’s not like we’re married or anything.” She chuckled  

> She took another drag from her cigarette

> "Here's my concern, Pinkie. He moved the family out west to Dodge City last year to pursue more of his foolish archaeological digs. In the process he ended up displacing a tribe of zebras. Filthy is always finding ways to screw up in new and fantastical ways. Anyways, he never told me that he had angered the zebras so terribly. So when I invited some of the local zebras for some harmless interspecies infidelity they held me at knife point and threatened to kill me if Filthy didn't give back the stolen land.”

“So, what happened?”

> She pulled down her collar and revealed a large scar on her neck

> “Not the first time I was held at knife point because of Filthys greed. I’ve been stabbed, strangled, beaten, poisoned….Sometimes I think I’m part Pegasi with all I’ve been through.”

> She looked proud of herself another glass of wine

“Well…Why did you come to Ponyville? And where did you live before Dodge City?”

> “You know what? I don’t even remember. My husband never stays in one place for long. A rolling stone collects no moss." She sighed 

"He drags me and Diamond across Equestria chasing various opportunities. Sometimes it's for business, sometimes it's for his history collection. But despite his intentions, he usually just ends up screwing over whatever town we settle in out of either all their money or a large piece of precious land. By screwing over every town he makes a ton of money, but has earned a lot of dangerous enemies.”

"That sounds awful!"

> "Tell me about it." She said rolling her eyes

> "And every time he provokes somepony they come after me to get to him. Crime families, government agencies, yaks, creatures. Everypony is after us. I believed that Filthy only moved back here because he’s at his wits end. But it seems like he’s back to his old tricks.”

“Well…It's nice that he protects you.”

> Spoiled started to laugh 

> “I have half his money, he gave me half his shares on our third date! Pathetic stallion. I’m better alive than dead to him until I write my will. Which I won’t! All my money is being left to Diamond Tiara, in a secret account. If we’re being perfectly honest, she’s the only reason I’m still with the scumbag.”

“Okay….”


> "So, I ask again. For the safety of me and my daughter. What is he up to?"

"I don't know, honest!"

> "For a whore you sure are loyal.” She chuckled “How good are you at whoring?”

“Not so good now that I have these.”  said pointing to my belly

> She stood up and moved her chair in front of me

> She sat directly in front of me. She undid her bra and dropped it to the floor
> Her teats sagged sadly down past her hooves
> Her areolas were large, dark circles 
> Her nipples, big and bruised from years of abuse
> Small hairs were growing from spotty blemishes peppered along her teats.

> I never thought teats could look so unappealing.

> "Well? What do you think?"


"Oh! They look…Great!" I replied nervously 

> “These were the best tits in town at one time.” She said, picking up her left tat, which curled around her hoof like a sad ball of putty.

> She shot me a mean look 

> “Yours will end up the same some day.”

“I certainly hope not!”

> I slammed my hooves over my mouth

> In an unexpected turn of events, she smiled and poured me a glass of wine.

> “Finally, a little bit of honesty."

> She put the glass in my hoof and smiled

> “My teats have seen better days, what you see now is what happens when you spend twenty five years sleeping with a sexually sadistic teat fetishest.”

> She poured me a glass of wine and tapped her cup to mine

> “How old are you Pinkie?”

“Ninteen.”

> “That sounds about right. Enjoy life while you can.” She said solemnly

> We both drank in silence for a long moment
> For the first time since she sat down her eyes weren’t locked on me
> Instead, she stared at the floor looking kinda sad

> "Well, Pinkie.” She sniffled “May I offer you something to go with your drink? A line perhaps?” She asked while opening a small change purse

“No thanks.”

“ Are you sure? This isn’t that Marexico junk you usually get around these parts. This is pure Poneto Rican product. We buy it off this mare named Wapa…Something? I don’t remember her name. It was something weird. She's one of the many fetish -based pornographic film directors Filthy met on one of his “archaeological missions” down south. He always makes the most unusual contacts. Wapa…Whatever her name is just as big of a teat junkie as my husband.” She grumbled 

>....


“While I appreciate the offer, it's not even noon yet.” 

> “So?” She shot

“I like to do my…“lines” later in the day.” I lied 

> “Suit yourself.” She said, dumping the powder onto the table.

> I hope to Celestia that this table was washed since the last time I was here…
> She chop the white powder into thin lines then inhaled them in rapid succession
> When she was finished, she leaned back in her chair and sighed 

> "Ahhh…I'm finally starting to feel like myself again."

> She took a large swig of wine and closed her eyes.
> I could see her eyes dance behind her eyelids 

> In all my years of partying I had never seen real cocaine.
> It’s a rich ponies drug. 
> I heard rumors about it of course. It was a topic of many conversations during my trips to Manehatten.

> Ever since I heard of the stuff, the drug has taken on something of a mythological status in my mind.

> I was tempted to try it, but I don’t think now was the right time.
> I don’t feel safe around this family, and drugs will compromise me
> She pulled herself forward and began cutting more lines.

“You don’t hold back do you?” I chuckled 

> “It can be a bit of a problem.” She replied boredly

> We touched glasses and drank more wine
> The wine was very good
> Way better than the bile me and AP were chugging in the bushes last night

> She drank half the cup in one gulp then looked at me 

> “Well, I should put you to good use while you're here…” She muttered
> She raised her leg and showed me her pussy

> It was a sad looking sight
> Loose lips surrounded by unkept pubic hairs

> “Eat me out. I haven’t had a mare between my legs in years.” She chuckled “It's about time I get oral from somepony who actually knows what they’re doing.”

> I’ve touched my lips over many unsavory ponies in very unsanitary places
> But I do NOT want to put my tongue between those fatty, sweaty lips

“What if Diamond Tiara comes down and sees us?” I suggested
> “She’s seen mommy doing worse. Believe it or not I used to actually DO drugs.” She said coyly

> I sat frozen, staring at the filthy wound between her legs

> “What's wrong Ponk? Are you afraid you can’t pleasure a more experienced mare?”

“It’s Pinkie…And no. I’m not afraid of anything like that.”

> “If you can make me cum I’ll make it worth your while.” She teased

> I swallowed the lump in my throat. Got down on my knees and shoved her flabby teats to the side

> “Careful with those.” She sang “They’re my pride and joy.”

> I looked up and we locked eyes for a moment
> Her lips were stained with wine and nose was powdered white with drugs

> “What?” She laughed

> I rested my tongue on her teat and slowly ran it down to her nipple without averting my gaze from her eyes

> When my tongue hit her nipple I stuck it in my mouth and started gently sucking
> She smiled and began petting my mane


> "To be young again.” She sighed “When I was your age Ponyville was my home. Back then, “Old Ponyville” was just "Ponyville."

"What was it like?" I asked, flicking her nipple with my tongue

> "Awful. Back in those times the princesses were trapped in another one of their petty cold wars"

> I drove my tongue along the side of her teat towards her box.
> My tongue collecting beads of sweat as it rolled over callus skin punctuated by bulging veins.

> "I don't imagine you know anything about the last cold conflict between the two sisters?"

> I shook my head "No"

> She stared down at me for a long moment
> I could see the gears turning behind her dilated, beady eyes.

> "A whore like you may not have any practical use for history, but mommy will tell you anyway. Consider this information my payment for your service. An oral retelling for oral pleasure.”

> I nodded my head and she stuffed my face between her fatty lips

> "It was about thirty years ago. Celestia and Luna's trust agreements had been shattered after Luna had sent her soldiers into foreign lands south of the border for a "pacification mission." Luna proved to be a very competent conqueror. And within three years, she had swallowed up more land for herself than Celestia could in Lunas thousand year absence.”

> She absentmindedly tangled her hoof in my mane as she told the story
> Her tone was now calm and she spoke of the past in an almost dreamlike fashion 
> Enthralled by her own stroy

"I don't imagine you're following any of this." She laughed

> I pulled my mouth from her crotch, strands of her thick sticky cum clung to my face like melted caramel.

"I'm not as dumb as you think."

> “Good, I spend enough time wasting my breath on stupid ponies.”

> I stuck my tongue deep inside her marehood and wiggled it along her slimy walls carefully.
> Her body was growing tense and her legs started to close around my ears

> "Celestia started to feel threatened by her sisters battlefield success and believed the tide was turning on her empire. 
Celestia began erecting her own army, which only made Luna raise hers. Eventually they were both in a race to create the ultimate weapon. The road to creating this “ultimate weapon” resulted in pony rights abuses on a scale never before seen in Equestria. I was six when Luna slaughtered the nomadic bird tribes in southern desert but the incident left a scar in a generation which never healed. I even see the trauma in you."
 

"Trauma for things that happened forty two years before I was born!" I said with my mouth muffled between her legs.

> "You don't believe in generational trauma? Well I guess your problems are all your own. What a brave pink pony you are…As I was saying. Not every pony had the same rights. Because of my "degenerate nature" I was forced to work in the mines of "Old Ponyville" Of course, my imprisonment didn't stop me from sleeping around. How do you think I met Filthy?” She chuckled

> “Filthy was always a son of a bitch. Him and that union leader Mr. Hooves. Of course every pony loved Mr. Hooves, he freed the mares!...Of course he only did that after he fell in love with that psycho ... .Unfortunately, I forgot her name…”

> She trailed off for a moment as I drank her sour milk

> “I don’t know…Some whore who was arrested on murder charges. Real piece of work that one. But, I’ll give Mr. Hooves credit where it’s due. He had some balls taming that one. some stallions love a challenge.” She chuckled 

"Why are you telling me this?" 

> "Like I said. I know Filthy better than anypony. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but he's probably trying to get back into that mine in Old Ponyville. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried. Unless he really did just bring you here to make me feel bad about myself. A sorry attempt I must say.” She sipped her wine and smiled

> “I’m perfectly comfortable with myself.” 

> The stallion returned with a cart of pills

> I pulled myself from her genitals

"What's in the mine?" I asked, now hooked on the story

> "What has he told you?"

> She asked skimming through the prescriptions

"Nothing!"

> She paused for a moment
> And for a split second she looked absolutely horrified 
> A chill ran down my spine

> "Perhaps you really are being honest. And if that's that case I have nothing more to say. I've spent enough time in this hostage situation we call a marriage. If he is planning what I think he’s planning then either I escape or die. No need to involve an innocent mare like yourself.

"Spoiled Rich, don't talk like that."

> She drank another full cup of wine

> "I’ll speak however I please.” She snapped  "Now, I think it's time for you to get moving. Don’t forget about me now.” She sang

> I pulled myself up and was led to Mr. Rich by the waiter 

> What an odd, and terrifying mare




Derpy:

> Across the room, Coco poured a cup of batter into a frying pan
> To the left of the stove, a tall stack of ten fluffy pancakes sat doused in syrup and butter
> She turned the dial on the burner then delivered a plate of pancakes to the table. Resting them in front of me.

> "I hope you don't mind. But after you passed out, the two of us drank from your teats. You were gushing lots of milk in your sleep and the more we drank the better we felt! I don’t think either of us got any sleep last night!” She chuckled 

> She sat across from me looking content

> “Has anypony told you how amazing your milk is?”

"I've heard that " I replied picking away at my pancakes by hoof

> "Also, you orgasm in your sleep." She giggled 

"I'm always orgasming.”

> I leaned to the right, lifting my rump off the chair and displaying my sticky crotch

“It's so frustrating!” 

> Coco touched my hoof and guided me back into a proper sitting position 
> The chair creaked as I laid my weight over the chair.
> My belly started to gurgle and I could feel it tremble

“I don’t feel so good…”

> Coco grabbed a knife and started cutting the pancakes into small slices and hoof fed me portions of the syrup drenched dough 

> “I think you’re hungry.”

> She shoved a generous slab of syrup dripping pancake into my mouth 
> It was unbelievably sweet, and stung my teeth as I chewed it

“I don’t think that's the problem.” I said with my mouth stuffed with doughy syrup and sugar

> “I disagree. I REALLY think you should eat. The food will soak up all that alcohol washing around your gut.”

> Coco started jiggling my belly and I could hear last nights drinks still sloshing around my tummy
> I feel weird…
> I feel fat

“Coco, I’m not…f…fat. Am I?”

> She paused, and looked me in the eyes

> “Of course not. Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know…I guess I just feel fat. My heart hurts and I feel heavy. Also, I’m finding it hard to walk and…And I think that I….probably look fat. I mean…I've always had a large rear end….But now my stomach is starting to get kinda big….I don’t like looking in mirrors….I don't think I'm a very pretty pony…And I'm afraid that if I saw what I was becoming…I would be even more upset with what I saw."

> Coco put her hoof to my cheek and kissed my forehead

> “Muffins, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“I don't know….I mean…I don’t think I am…”

> Coco clumsily grabbed the bottle off maple syrup from the table behind her, and flicked the lid open
> She tilted the bottle and started dribbling the syrup over my chest teats and licking the droplets off my boobs in long strokes 

> She rode her tongue along one of the large purple veins meandering toward my nipple while she gripped my tummy

"I…Ummmm….Coco…You're gonna make me…"

> She raised her head and stared with her lidded eyes. Tongue dangling from her mouth, as spit and syrup oozed onto my teats

> “Muffins, do you know what this is?” She asked, running her hoof through the saliva pool along my teat

“M…M…Maple syrup?”

> “Isn’t maple syrup sweet?”

“Yes…But what does that have to do with…”

> She stuck the bottle in my mouth and tilted it slightly upwards 

> “I think you’re just as sweet as this bottle of syrup.” 

> The syrup slowly crawled down my throat.

> It was overwhelmingly sweet and made my teeth to sting

> “I think the two of us will be great friends.” Coco said, angling the bottle a full ninety degrees above my head, squeezing the bottle tightly

> "But I want to make you even sweeter."

> My cheeks started to swell as the syrup tremored down my windpipe
> She suspended the bottle in an upright position as she fondled my left teat with her free hoof
> Sinking it into my nipple and exercising large circular motions.

> "Don't you want to be my sweet little Muffin?" She hummed

> The syrup congested my gums, my mouth was so full that the syrup started to pour between the cracks of my lips and flow down my chin

> The sensation of her hoof massaging my nipple made my marehood tingle, and a sudden orgasm sent my body to enter shock
> My back legs trembled
> My breath ceased
> And my throat contracted inwards

> I spat out the bottle, causing syrup to spray everywhere
> I coughed up the syrup and spit and watched the golden liquid land all over my face, neck and teats
> I could feel the sticky residue painted along my lips and cheeks. While my teats were dappled with stains of sticky, sugary syrup 

> Coco held the bottle to her chest with a nervous expression
> The one liter bottle was now half empty

> “Are you okay?”

> I dragged my hoof through my sweaty mane and sighed

"Y…Yes…I…I just had a bit of an….Unexpected orgasm….”

> Coco smiled and started caressing the cap of the syrup bottle

> “Oh…It sounds like you enjoy this kind of play.”

> Play?
> Like….Sex play?
> Or friends play?
> Is this a game?
> I don’t understand…

“I…I don’t know what you mean…It's because of these stupid chest teats. Like I said. I Don't have much control over my marehood and touching certain places makes it worse.”

> Coco giggled

> “I wish I felt bad for you. But honestly, that sounds amazing! You’re like the coolest pony I know!”

> The pancakes on the stovetop sizzled
> Coco ran over to the stove. Stacked another large plate of pancakes, then dropped it beside the first stack of pancakes l wasn’t finished eating

> “Did you know that orgasms make you lose calories like crazy? So you need to keep eating!"

“Honestly Coco, I’m not that hungry.” I placed my hoof over my tummy

> I was actually starting to feel really ill
> Maybe presenting my perpetually self pleasuring Pegasi pussy wasn't such a good idea.
> Or maybe it was downing half a liter of maple syrup
> Or the hangover….

> Whatever it was. It was making my stomach groan fiercely

"Oh no." 

> I placed my hoof over my mouth and burped

> "You okay Muffins?"

> I pushed myself away from the table, leaned forward and vomited my breakfast onto the floor
> My throat burned and my eyes watered as I heaved syrup and pancake chunks in a violent expulsion.

> I discharged three times until my tummy finally settled.
> I was left dry heaving. Spitting and drooling into the golden stain on the floor.
> With every heave my teats would discharge milk, making my marehood tingle

> Coco hugged me as I leaned under the table heaving. Petting my mane and gently rocking me back and forth 

> “It's okay. Let it all out. Good girl.” She whispered  into my ear

“T..Thanks.”  I replied spitting out the remaining chunks of pancake and syrup onto the floor

> “I’ll clean it up, you stay there and relax.” She cooed

> I nodded and leaned back in my seat as spit rolled from my bottom lip onto my sticky teats

> Coco grabbed a roll of paper towels from the counter and started wiping the floor 

> I feel awful…

“My mare friend is gonna kill me.” I groaned, nursing my aching tummy with my hoof

> “You don’t need to tell her what happened. You were drunk after all.”

> Coco was probably right.
> I feel awful about cheating on Fluttershy
> But it's not like I could be held accountable for my actions.
> It wasn’t entirely my fault I cheated on her.
> It was the alcohol….

> I wiped my lips, closed my eyes, and leaned my head backwards

“I like you Coco. You make me feel like less of a screw up.”

> "You aren’t a screw up. You’re a very precious pony.”

> …

"Coco…You don't think that I did anything wrong…Do you?”

> "Not at all. You just had a little bit too much to drink. It happens to the best of us.”

> Coco wiped the floor clean and tossed the dirty wipes into the garbage under the sink.
> She sat came back and sat beside me with her hooves pressed together over her lap like an eager school filly.
> Her eyes bouncing between me and the towers of pancakes sitting in front of me

“Coco…I don’t think I can. I really appreciate it though.”

> Coco scratched her head

> “Come on! I know you want to!”

“No…I don’t understand this game. Maybe we could do this when I’m hungry again?”

> Coco deflated and sighed 

“I’m sorry I’m just not feeling very well.”

> “No….It’s fine.” She huffed

> I can understand why she might be upset
> She made me all this food…
> But at the same time. I never asked for any of it
> And I can’t wrap my mind around what sort of game this is…

“I had fun last night…It’s just a lot to take in…I’m not used to having so much on my mind…But…I…I think it was fun?”

> “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time we can do something a little more experimental?”

“N…Next time? What do you mean? My marefriend probably won’t be very happy if I started going out like this. She’s very protective. And…I don’t think I should be having… "You know” With ponies….I took a vow…Or something….I don’t really remember.”
 
> Coco started to laugh
> “Well thats why I take it up the butt! It doesn't count as sex when you only use your mouth and butt.”

"That's disgusting Coco." I said holding down a mouthful of throw up

> "Oh…Sorry." She chuckled nervously, “I just really like butt stuff.”

> My stomach started swirling again

“I…I think I should get home."

> “Already?" 

"Yeah, I suddenly feel worse."

> "It isn’t because I told you I take it up the butt right? Because it's actually a lot more common than you think."

"No. I just suddenly feel…REALLY sick."

> "Oh, okay then…How do you feel about coming back later?” She jumped 

"Coco, I don't know. I don't even know where I am."

> she grabbed a pen from her mane bun and wrote the hotel address and room number on the bottom of my hoof.

> That's when looked down at her flank and noticed her cutie mark
> A purple hat

"I'm sorry I didn’t ask sooner. But what does your cutie mark mean?"

> "It's a hat! I'm a fashion designer.”

“That's neat…I guess?”

“Thanks! If you want, I can make you some new clothes. But I should warn you. My designs are very spicy!”

"You make clothes?"

> "Duh! It's how I make a living!"

>....

> "Besides selling weapons grade chemicals to the government. But that was more of my dad's thing…"

"I still don't know what you're talking about….But that doesn't matter! There's only one other pony who makes clothes in town. But between you and me….She’s not very good."

> "That's okay. I'll happily make you some new threads. When do you want your first appointment?"

“I don’t know…I have to get home…B..But maybe I can come right back!”

> Coco nodded “I would love that!”

> I started out the door 

> “Oh! When you do, can you bring some cups? I just moved in and I’m already out of paper ones.”

“Sure, Coco!" I called 

> A new fashion friend! How exciting!

> I  hope that once I get home Fluttershy won’t be too mad at me for being out so late.



Fluttershy:

> Twilight and I stayed up all night trying to figure out what we we’re going to do about Diamond Tiara, while Dash boasted about how successful the foalnapping went.

> She was boisterous and loud until around three AM. That's when the alcohol finally caught up to her and she passed out on the floor.

> While Dash slept, Twilight and I had spent hours throwing around ideas.
> But neither of us could come to an agreement on what we should do.

> I want to confess. Because it would be the right thing to do.
> I believe that Filthy Rich won’t even press charges if tell the truth 
> Twilight disagreed and forbade me from acting on the idea.
> She wanted to us to escape east past the Celestial Sea before anypony found out

> But in the end none of it mattered.
> Because the sun was up and little had been accomplished.

> "It's very simple. We catch the next train to Baltimare then stowaway on a boat across the ocean to Griffinstone. We trek through the mountains and apply for refugee status in one of the former empire countries. Celestia has no legal authority in the eastern empires!

"Twilight, I don't think that's a good idea…."

> "I hear Prance is really nice this time of year! And Ponytugal has great beaches!”

“I don’t really like the beach.” I whispered

> "Well we can go to Amaresterdam!"

"Too cold." 

> "Romarenia?"

"I don't like cabbage."

> "Than you definitely won't like the dungeons. Because if we don't get moving, that's all we're gonna be eating! Locked in a cold cell eating nothing but rotten greens!"

"Twilight, please. I'm sure Mr. Rich will understand if we tell him what happened."

> "Are you even listening to yourself!? This isn't a problem we can solve with an apology, Fluttershy! We're accomplices to a felony! A foalnapping! I'm not cut out for being a criminal! And neither are you!"

> Twilight is right
> I know I don’t have the most squeaky clean record…Heck, probably not even in Ponyville.

> Twilight doesn’t know this. But I have much more to lose than her
> If the police start going through my life they’ll find all sorts of unsavory things
 
> Milk dealing
> Milk production for the purpose of selling.
> Sexual deviance involving milk
> Foalnapping
> Breaking and entering
> Conspiracy
> Working at an illegal brothel
> Running an illegal mail service
> Ties to organized crime
> Ties to political corruption.
> my….Tax…Fraud….Scheme…

>....

> Sweet Celestia…
> What if the authorities open an investigation on me? 
> They’ll see all the things I’ve done!
> But worst of all, they'll find out about all my fraudulent taxes! 

> I feel like such an idiot!
> I should never have started that stupid scheme!
> If they find out, about my life of crime, I won't just be sent to the dungeons for my crimes…I’ll be sentenced to an eternity in tartarus!

> I feel like fainting…. 
> I threw my hooves over my mouth and my body began to shake in uncontrollable, nervous tremors

> “Ummmm…You okay Fluttershy?” Twilight asked “Did you see your own shadow or something?”

> I need to take control of this.
> If Twilight, the government or the authorities find out about any of this, I’m as good as dead.

> Dash pulled herself off the floor and yawned “Morning, girls! What happened last night?”

> Twilight blinked a couple times, looking like she was finally going to snap 

> “Excuse me? What did you just ask?”

> “Just seeing what we did? I was super wasted last night.” Dash said scratching her head

> “What happened!? You foalnapped Diamond Tiara! You broke into Filthy Rich’s house and stuffed his twelve year old daughter into a sack!”

> Dash stretched her wings and smacked her lips together.

> “Yeah…But did we do anything after that?”

> Twilight looked baffled 

> “You rambled till three in the morning about sending ransom letters with snippets of her hair and moving out to the forest!”

> “Oh! Now I remember! Thanks Twilight!” Dash chuckled

> Dash picked the podium off the floor and stood behind it

> “First, we send him a ransom letter with our demands. Attached to the letter will be a snippet of her hair!”

> “We’re dead.” Twilight fell backwards into the pile of empty wine bottles.

> Marbles stomach growled and she pointed to her belly

> “I hope you like prison food.” Twilight replied “Because that's all you’ll be eating for the next….How long do earth ponies live again? I’m tempted to say fifty years?”

> Marbles stomach growled louder and she pointed to her stomach, her face growing more sour 

> “I don’t have any food! You ate all of it last night!” Twilight shouted 

> Marbles stomach gurgled and she shot her nose into the air

> “Don’t you give me attitude! I’m the one that keeps you fed around here!”

> Marbles stomach started to rumble and suddenly Twilight smiled

> "Marble! I think you're onto something!"

> Twilight pulled herself up, dragging her oversized teats to the podium
> She shoved Dash out of her way and started writing frantically into a scroll

> “Dash and I will create an alibi! Fluttershy, I need you to go into the Everfree and find Zecora."

“Me? Why me?”

> “Because Zecora trusts you!”

> She passed me the fresco with a list of magic items 

“Twilight, you know I would love to. But I need to get home to Muffins…” 

> “Get home to Muffins!? What’s so important that you need to see Muffins about!?”

"Well…She's been home alone for a long time, and…"

> “No offense Fluttershy, but you’re the least busy pony out of the three of us.” Dash interrupted 

“Dash we went over this! I can’t believe you would say that!”

> Dash and Twilight looked like they were losing their patience

“But I…”

> They continued staring 

“Oh forget it.” I sighed 

> Twilight trotted across the room and started grabbing vials of glowing green liquid (seemingly at random) from a wooden chest at the hoof of the stairs

> “You aren’t making a potion? Are you?” Dash asked

> “Yes, why?”

> “Oh no you aren’t! You’re terrible at that!” Dash argued 

> "Do you have any better ideas?" Twilight snapped "It's YOUR fault we're in this mess."

> "Relax Twilight! In a situation like this it's best to keep things simple. We'll keep the filly in the closet for a couple days and when the time is right we send Mr. Rich a letter offering a….What's that word called again?"

> "Ultimatum?"

> "Yeah! One of those! We'll give him Diamond Tiara back, but only if he promises to leave Ponyville."

> I can't take this anymore….
> I feel like I'm about to explode!
> I have to say something!

"You two aren't thinking at all! We have to bring her home before she wakes up!"

> "If we do that we'll be sent to prison!" Twilight argued

> "And Applejack will lose the farm!" Rainbow Dash added

> I feel like I’m going to have a crippling panic attack!
> I can’t take this!

> A loud thump erupted from the closet door 
> The three of us fell quiet 

"Oh no…Ohnoohnoohno!" I began pacing back and forth through the heaps of trash

> Dash pressed her hoof over my mouth "Shhhh!" 

> "Hello? Silver Spoon? Is this some sort of prank? Mom?" The fillies muffled voice rang from the closet 

>...

> "Okay, new plan! We all go our separate ways. I'll head East to Griffinstone and sell books as a nomadic librarian under the name Swlight Tparkle! Fluttershy, you grab Muffins and take her as far away as possible…"

> Dash put her hoof over Twilight ls mouth and shushed her too

> "Twilight….We got this." Rainbow replied nonchalantly 

> Twilight slapped Dash's hoof away

> "No, we don't "got this!" When Filthy Rich finds out what we did we'll be spending the rest of our lives in the dungeons!"


> “Just tell us what your plan is.” Dash said calmly

> “Fluttershy, has to go to the first and get us race changing potions.” Twilight said in a quivering tone 

“But Twilight! Those are offensive!” I gasped

> “Perfect! Fluttershy will make a great Zebra!” Dash cheered

“But I just said…”

> “it's not for Fluttershy. It's for you.”

> “Woah, Woah, Woah! You’re making this potion for me?”

> “That's right!” Twilight sang

> “But you're AWFUL at making potions!”

> Twilight looked deflated 

> “Look. I’ve been looking into Filthys Riches history. Last year he displaced hundreds of Zebras during his time in Dodge City. Their homeland was left in such disrepair and the local government was forced to relocate them. Somewhere deep inside the Everfree is a Zebra reservation, untouchable by the Equestrian government. You need to take Diamond Tiara there.”

> “What kind of a plan is this!?”

> “It's a plan of necessity after you messed everything up. No pony is allowed on the Zebra reservation, so to save all our flanks I’m going to turn you and Diamond Tiara into Zebras. I'll collect you once I smooth everything over."

> A knock on the front door caused us all to freeze

> “Who is it!?” Twilight called shakily 

> “I got a wagon of food here for a Marble Pie? It's rom Filthy Rich.”

> Marbles belly roared and she started clapping her hooves

> We all exchanged nervous glances before Twilight opened the door
> I could tell that we were all thinking the same thing…

> When Twilight opened the door, it was indeed a wagon of food. 

> Stuffed with vegetables, fruit, candy, desserts, hay, and everything in between.
> Marbles eyes lit up and her belly roared
> “What's the purpose of this delivery?” Twilight ordered

> “I don’t know, I’m just the delivery mare.” 
> The mailmare peaked beyond Twilight and waved to me

> “Hi Fluttershy!”

“Hi Appointed Rounds!” I chuckled “Where's your bra?”

> “Oh, I decided to stop wearing it. It’s WAY too itchy.”

“I understand.” I nodded

> "Yo! Appointed Rounds! You wanna send out a ransom letter for us?"

> "Rainbow Dash!" Twilight growled

> "Sure! But it'll cost extra " She replied in an unusually cheery tone

> "Sounds good! Come back in a couple hours."

> Appointed Rounds nodded, then shoved her clipboard into Twilight's chest 

> “Sign this form please!” 

> Twilight signed the paper.

> Appointed Rounds stuffed the clipboard into her mailbag then made her way down the lane, kicking her teats with each step.

> Twilight slammed the door and locked it tight

> “Nopony eats any of this food! It’s probably poisoned.”

> Marbles stomach growled violently 

> “Are you trying to get yourself killed? It's not worth the risk!"

> Somehow, Twilight was able to communicate with Marble just off belly sounds alone.

> It was actually quite impressive.

> “I bet Filthy Rich knows what we did and is trying to get rid of us.”

> Dash jumped atop the cart and stared at the food longingly 

> “I don’t know Twilight, I’m pretty sure this stuff is all fresh."

> “Oh, because you’ve had just the BEST judgment these last couple hours.” Twilight jabbed

> “Can’t you just run some kinda test on it? You gotta have some sort of poison detector in the basement somewhere.”

> We all stared at Twilight expectantly 

> “Fine, I’ll grab it…” She sighed

“I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, what an amazing stroke of luck!”

> “Oh no you don’t Fluttershy!” Twilight said jabbing the blade of her hoof into my knee

“Ouch…”

> “You need to find Zecora. Dash and I will stay here and keep the peace until you get back.”

“But I…”

> “This is no time for complaining! We need to act fast!”

> Twilight led me to the door, practically kicking me out of her house.

> “Do you have the list of items?”

“Yes. You gave it to me jus…”

 > “Good. Now go!”

“But I…”

> She shoved me outside and slammed the door behind her

> I had no coat, socks or hat

> Just a dirty old bra and panties….

> Twilight can be a meanie sometimes

> I have no idea what Muffins find so attractive about such a cold, and emotionally unstable mare.

> Ponies are complicated creatures…




Fluttershy: Age 18

> I don’t talk to many of the townsponies 
> I prefer to stay at home with my animal friends
> I know that some ponies think I’m odd, because I prefer the company of animals.
> But they can be much more comforting than ponies.
> My conversations with them are always rich, and their fur is always warm.

> I love animals, and animals love me!
> That's why when Milky is out of town having her nomadic adventures. I open up my home to all the town's ponies and their pets.
> Before I arrived, Ponyville didn’t have a vet

> Once I noticed this very important gap in the market. I nominated myself as the towns official unlicensed, cash only veterinarian! 
> I can’t think of a more ideal job for a pony like me.
> I get to spend plenty of time inside surrounded by animal friends. And I get paid!

> I also collect government money on the side
> I know it's a little bit “illegal” But so is running an unlicensed vet and working at a milk bar.
> Sometimes I wish I had graduated Flight School because I really need money and having a legitimate job/career would be nice….

> I was never in desperate need of bits until I started getting sick
> Because I stopped flying at such a young age, my body's growth hormones went haywire, causing my organs to be either too large or too small.
> M bones are where my biggest problems lie because they’ve been stretched and malformed
> Especially in my legs and spine.

> The last time I went to the doctor, she said that my condition was rapidly accelerating and my bones have grown so weak that they have prematurely entered the disintegration stage. And the only way to slow the process is a really expensive medicine that keeps them from decaying further.

> What makes things worse is that now my teats are starting to fill in, and they’re putting a lot of pressure on my backside.

> Last time they were measured. The doctor told me that they were already growing beyond average size, even by Ponyville standards.
> He suggested that I start wearing a bra. Because of my unusual height, gravity was affecting my teats natural growth. Saying that they’ll probably keep stretching downwards until they hit the floor

> I don’t think I’ll ever wear a bra because they’re really itchy…
> Besides, how much bigger can they get? 
> So what if they’re a little saggy? I doubt they’ll EVER hit the floor.
> I mean, the gap between my torso and the floor is five entire hoofsteps!
> If they DID hit the floor, I would have teats bigger than some ponies!
> I think that would be impossible….

> I think my doctor is in cahoots with the local tailor. But that's an entirely different story…

> The doctor assured me that my teats should stop growing soon. But that I’m the latest bloomer he’s ever seen.
> Most mares in this town have teats the size of watermelons by seventh grade!

> I blame my pre-existing medical conditions for my odd and slow growth.

> My bone disease, and partial blindness are the reasons I’m collecting government money in the first place.
> If I had a job I could collect insurance. But I stopped going to school long ago.
> Years before Muffins ever dropped out, I’ve been living on my own.

> Luckily for me, this independent lifestyle has taught me plenty of things most ponies my age don’t know, and I’ve learned lots of little ways to make money with an education.

> When I was still in school, I was quite good at math.
> Every year, a big book of numbers would be delivered to my house from the government 
> Taxes.
> After living on my own in abject poverty for three years, I figure out that if I check all the boxes at the bottom of my tax form, I can get free money!

> According to the government. I was a pregnant, single mom, veteran, with mental and physical disabilities. 
> I made lots of money that year!
> Well…Until they audited me…

> But I’m a lot better at doing my taxes now! and even have a system which earns me even more money!
> I simply open bank accounts for all my animal friends, declare them bankrupt, disabled, etc and collect all the government money they get sent through various social programs!

>  I don't feel particularly good about lying, but it's the only way I can afford my eye drops, calcium supplements and anti anxiety medicine.
> I’m not a criminal…I’m just trying to keep myself healthy.
> I’m just way too nervous to work at a real job.

>.......................

> On days where I’m working, I make sure to wake up extra early.
> Today, the sun was peeking beyond the hills surrounded by a cloudless blue sky.
> Spring is in the air and all my friends are coming out of hibernation.

> Just by looking out my bedroom window, I could tell that today was going to be a wonderful day!

> I swallowed my pills and skipped into my living room to do some tidying up before anypony stops by.
> I try to keep my house clean as a castle because clutter causes me lots of stress.
> Everything has a place, and when things aren’t put away I get very anxious and start to feel depressed.
> As I finished tidying up I heard a knock on my front door

> My first customer of the day!
> When I got to the door, Applejack was at the step with her dog Wyoming.

“Oh! Hi Applejack, it feels like we haven’t talked in forever. I’m delighted to see you!”

> “Howdy, Fluttershy.” She said sadly

> At her hooves was a very sad, golden labrador
“What's wrong with Wyoming?”


> “He hurt her leg real bad sheep herding yesterday. I was hoping you could see what the problem was.”

“Of course! You just bring him in and I’ll see what I can do!”

> Applejack passed me the leash and I walked Wyoming to my little pony vet that I had made for all the pets of Ponyville.
> I call it. “The Littlest Pet Shop in Ponyville!"
> Isn’t that so adorable!?

> I grabbed some towels from the cabinet and laid them on the floor for Wyoming to sit on.

> “Fluttershy.”

“Yes, AJ?”

> “He’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course. I haven’t had a good look yet, but I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t…”

> “That's good.” She sighed  “He’s been in our family for so long, I worry about him.”

“It's okay AJ, I’ll do my best.”

> “I know you will.” She sniffled staring down at Wyoming who was now happily wagging his tail, staring up at me

“At least he looks happy! Most of the animals ponies bring in are really upset. Wyoming seems like the type who….”

> “Yeah…” AJ nodded

> ….

> She pet her friend and walked towards the door, but stopped before leaving 

> “Fluttershy?”

“Y..Yes?”

> “Thanks for being a good friend.”

“Oh! Yes of course! I will do my best to…”

> She slowly shut the door and left

“Help…”

> I hate it when ponies do that.
> I feel like I can never have a fair conversation with anypony because of my shy/anxious attitudes

> That's why I like animals more than ponies
> They're much more tolerant

> I laid Wyoming on his side and ran my hooves over his leg looking for any abnormalities

“How do you feel?”

> Wyoming whimpered and looked down at his leg

“It’s okay. Nurse Fluttershy will fix you right up!”

> I sat on the floor beside him and ran my hooves along his leg
> I may not have any training, but over the past year of treating animals, I’ve become a natural at this vet stuff.

> Once I found the area of injury Wyoming whimpered loudly 

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle.”

> After I observed the area of injury closer, I determined the pain was caused by a torn muscle.
> I decided to sooth it with a gentle massage.
> He kicked his back leg happily as I ran my hooves from his thingy to his paw

“Soooo, what's new with you?”

> Wyoming barked a bunch, talking about how overworked he feels, and how he's starting to feel his age

> He also went on about the new puppy Applejack bought named Wynonna 


“I understand how that could make you feel. I always tell ponies to wait before getting a new puppy. But like always, they ignore me.”

> Wyoming shook his head in agreement
> Wyoming and I always have great talks

“Do you know what I hate more than being ignored? Being interrupted. And it isn’t like AJ is the only pony in town who interrupts me so blatantly. Everypony does! The only pony I actually get along with is Muffins, but she’s becoming more distant."

> Wyoming barked in agreement
“Ponies say things about Muffins that really gets under my skin. If they took the time to get to know her, they would realize that she's a great pony! She’s very easy to get along with if you entertain her fantasies a little.“

> Wyoming growled

“I know I should put my hoof down sometimes, but it’s not like she’s hurting anypony. She’s had a hard life, and I don’t think she has the skills to cope with her emotions like a normal pony can.”

> Wyoming grumbled louder

“You keep those comments to yourself, mister.”

> When I finished the massage, I went to the cupboard across the room and grabbed some gauze 

“Honestly, Wyoming. The way ponies treat me sometimes makes me angry. I try to be nice, but I think they’re just taking advantage of my kindness. I don’t like being rude. It makes me nervous…Even the slightest bit of rudeness makes me feel guilty. I know it shouldn’t, but it does.”

> I returned to Wyoming and began wrapping the bandage around his leg

“Even the most simple transgression of a social norm makes me anxious, whereas for other ponies, it’s like water off a duck's back. They interrupt each other, laugh at others misfortunes, gossip, lie…I can’t see myself doing any of those things without feeling awful.”

> I finished wrapping the bandage around his leg and soon, I was done.

"All better!" I cheered 

> Wyoming wagged his tail then jumped on my chest and licked my face
> His tongue is coarse and made me giggle
“Okay boy, Down!” I chuckled 

> Wyoming rolled over onto his back, with his tail wagging and a huge smile across his long face.
> His bright pink penis began to extend between his hind legs

> I couldn’t help but giggle
“You know how this works a little too well.”

> I spit on my hoof, then wrapped it around his knot and began slowly stroking
> Dog penises are very slippery 

"Who's a good boy? You are!"
> He started to fidget and kick his legs 

> Most of the pets that ponies bring in are sexually frustrated, so I like to give my customers a happy ending after every visit.

> I stroked for a couple minutes but he didn't release.

"I think you're visiting too often." I chuckled

> I flicked my mane from my face and leaned my head between his legs and put my lips around his penis then bobbed my head up and down.

> Wyoming locked his back legs around my neck and I performed fellatio on him
> After a minute I could feel him getting closer to cumming
> I spat his penis out of my mouth and licked the precum caking my lips 

"But as I was saying, it's like no pony respects me! I’m not too submissive, am I?”

> Wyoming yelped happily

"Yeah, yeah. You don't need to call me a bitch." 

> I put his phallus back in my mouth only to take it out again

"But you understand what I'm saying, right?"

> I spit on his penis and slowly stroked it with my hoof

> Wyoming gave we a sarcastic look and grumbled 

"Yeah…But I doubt Muffins feel the same way as I do."

> Wyoming growled 

“Okay fine. I’ll finish you up then…You’re so impatient sometimes.”

> I finished his happy ending by sucking him off until he came in my mouth 

> When I pulled my head back, I watched as he slowly fell asleep on his back.

"Awwww…" 

> I wiped his puppy batter from my lips and left him alone to rest.

> I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea and started reading the newspaper.

> The front page story in the Ponyville Times was about a pony who was caught stealing mail.

> Some ponies make me sick…




Derpy:

> After a long, painful walk. I finally made it back home.
> Once I reached the top of the steps, I vomited into the garden near the door
> I don’t know if it was the food or the drinks
> But my stomach was angry regardless.

> From my nose to my chest teats I feel sticky 
> The syrup was clinging to me glue
> My chest teats were practically bonded together by all the syrup between my cleavage

> My tummy is upset and bloated, my face feels sticky, my breath tastes like vomit, and despite what Coco tells me, I still feel fat.

> I pushed open the cottage door and called down the hallway
"Fluttershy! I'm home!"

>...

"Fluttershy! Where are you!?" I called while pushing my way through the piles of laundry and garbage which were clogging the hallway

> The house smelled like a lot of unpleasant things
> spoiled milk, sweat, mold, mouse feces and rotting garbage
> My old house smelled like this, but the cottage had the habit of trapping most of the smells in the thick humid air which lingered about the cottage for months

> Fluttershy’s house is WAY too hot….


> The hallway was wall to wall with miscellaneous junk
> Tubes lined the floor like snakes and a small pool of milk, around hoof deep, was slowly encroaching 

> When I finally reached the bedroom, Fluttershy was nowhere to be found.

“Hmmmm…..It's not like her to just disappear without telling me.”

> ….

“She must be….At…Like…The library….Or something?” I muttered 

> I’m honestly not too worried.
> Fluttershy’s pretty smart. She can probably find her way home from wherever she is

> I trotted into the washroom, looking for a pill to help soothe my aching belly.
> When I approached the sink I was forced to stare at myself in the mirror
> I looked like Pinkie after a six day bender

“Uhhhh….Stupid Derpy….” I moaned 

> I opened the cabinet and removed all of Fluttershy's prescriptions which were placed at the head of the cupboard.
> I placed each bottle on the edge of the sink
> The sink is cluttered with a growing pile of garbage. Mostly wet wipes. We’ve been using them to wash ourselves since I stuffed all my newspaper orders into the shower.

“Hmmm….”

> I DID promise Fluttershy I would clean that out…

>...

> Maybe later.

> We’ve already gone a month and a half without washing.
> What harm could a couple more weeks do?
> At the very back of the cupboard was a bottle of Tummy Relaxer 
> I leaned over the sink and reached for the bottle

> My stomach pressed against the edge of the sink
> As I strained my body forward random items fell from the sink countertop, and onto the floor
> I stretched my front leg as far as I could until…
“Got it!”

> Just as my hoof made contact with the bottle a loud crash, followed by what sounded like a hundred gumballs falling to the floor erupted.
“Oh…No…”

> When I looked to the floor, all of Fluttershys medication was scattered across the bathroom floor.

“Great…”

> I fell to the ground, leaned over my teats, and began picking up the pills one by one.

> It took me a moment to realize that the anti-depressants, anti-anxiety pills and the four different lactation prescriptions all look exactly the same!
> I spent ten minutes trying to organize them, but soon found it impossible and just refilled all the bottles randomly.
> I’m sure Fluttershy won’t notice.

> I took my anti nausea pill and went back into the bedroom.
> I laid in bed stared up at the ceiling as I waited for my stomach to settle while listening to the sound of my milk pumping from my chest teats and dripping on the floor

> My mind was still riddled with unease and questions 

“What an odd night.” I sighed 

> My tummy started to moan, and I started to feel sick again
> I dropped my hoof over my stomach and inhaled deeply 
“Come on Derpy. You got this. No more throwing up.”
> My heart started to beat, causing my four pairs of teats to expel milk in continuous streams

> I had to get control of this
> I’m losing control of myself

> I put my hoof over my heart and tried to calm my breath
> I figure that if my breathing slows, my heart will settle and I won’t discharge as much milk
> I closed my eyes and prayed
“Celestia, please make this stop.” I whispered 
“I know I’m not a good pony. But please…I…I don’t want to be sick again…”

> After a moment, my heart started to slow and my milk slowed to drips


> saw a stack of papers on the nightstand 
"My letters!" 
> My heartbeat spiked, and a torrent of milk sprayed from my teats
> I could hear the blood rushing through my ears

“This is so bad.”

> I bit my bottom lip and shoved the letters into the nightstand drawer 
> Why would Fluttershy go through my stuff like that?
> At my hooves sat the box

> Why would she steal the underwear? 
> I picked up the jar of Twilight's bath water and held it tightly.
“Oh no! Fluttershy knows about my collection! And she probably went over to Twilights to show her the underwear as proof! A..And if Twilight finds out…She’ll stop being my bff!”

> My heart was pounding now, and the milk splashing from my breast were thick, consistent streams of milk
> It feels too good

> I popped open the jar of Twilights bathwater and inhaled deeply
> It smells just as good as it did when I scooped it out of her tub a month ago.

> I took a small sip and put it back 
> I'll take Twilight's bathwater over wine any day.
> I closed the jar and laid it on my nightstand
> No point in hiding it now…

> This was the first time I had the cottage to myself. And it felt….Weird.
> I was tempted to stay inside, but I had promised Coco I’d be back
> I'm also really excited to see what Coco makes me. I just hope it's not expensive.
> I don’t know if I should be mad at Coco or not. It’s not like she meant to make me feel uncomfortable.

> It's like she said. We were drunk. we had no control of our actions
> I don’t know if that makes it right or not…I still feel violated by the entire situation.
> I haven’t ever felt this way before.

> The parts I can remember keep replaying in my mind and I don’t know how to stop them.
> I hope this doesn’t stay with me for much longer
> I hate thinking about it.
> I just need to push the memory to the back of my mind as far as I can, and never think about it.

> I tell Fluttershy to do that with all her fears, but she says that its an “unhealthy coping method”
> Fluttershy cries a lot, which isn’t something good ponies do.
> Honestly, I don’t think either of us have “good coping mechanisms” But at least I’m not being a baby about my problems.

> I believe that if you just bottle up all your bad feelings they will go away.
> Eventually…
> I hope…
> Bad thoughts…

> I pulled my fat butt out of bed and changed into a fresh(er) set of clothes.
> When I was done, I went to the door. But upon opening it, I was greeted by Aloe and Lotus standing on the step.
> They didn't look happy…

"Hi girls! How are you doing?" I waved, trying to cheer them up.

> "When's the last time you saw Fluttershy?" Aloe asked, stomping her hoof.

"Oh…Ummmm…I guess that was when she dropped me off at the restaurant…But that was yesterday."

> "We're waiting on our shipment!” Aloe shouted “If we don't get it you don’t even want to know what we'll do!"

> Lotus covered her sisters mouth

> "Aloe, don't speak to Derp…I mean…Muffins, like that. Remember your manners. This best pony you're talking to."

> Aloe shoved her sister's hoof away. 
> "I'm sure the three of us can work this out, right Muffins?" Lotus asked

"I guess…But….What’s exactly your problem?"

> Lotus put her hoof under my chest teats and jiggled them

> "It's nothing major. We’ve been out of your milk for a couple hours now and we’re wondering when you were going to send it? You do have it, right?"

"Oh! Ummm….No. I was out last night….And I just got home."

> "I see." She said narrowing her eyes

"I'm actually heading out now, if you want to come back later she should…"

> "I can't imagine how much pain these things cause. When's the last time you had a massage?" She asked, lifting my teats upwards and parallel  to my face 

"I…I don't think I've ever had a massage."

> “And were you really going to go out looking like THAT?”

“I guess? Whats wrong with how I look?”

> “You’re bras are wrinkled, saturated with milk and sweat, your mane is a diaster, you have syrup all along your face and tits, and look like you haven’t slept in days!”

> Aloe may have a point… 

> "Don’t worry, Muffins. My sister and I will fix you right up!" Lotus replied, dropping my teats like a hot meal.
> The weight of my falling teats pulled my neck forward and lifted my back hooves off the ground 

> Aloe grabbed my hoof, pulled me back into the house, and back down the hall into the kitchen

>  Besides the bedroom, the kitchen was the most cluttered part of the house
> Stacks of dirty dishes rested on every surface, overflowing garbage bags covered the swampy pool of milk.

> Flies and other insects crawled around the room while various moldy food stains painted the walls.

> Lotus threw her hoof over her nose “You two live like this? It's awfully…unsanitary."

> "These dishes look like they've been soaking for weeks." Aloe said pointing at the sink stuffed with plates

“I’ll get to those soon. They still need to soak for a couple more hours.” I nodded

> Lotus pointed to the towers of dirty dishes on the dining table

> “Muffins, is any of this yours?” 

“No..I eat in my bed. That's all Fluttershys.”

> “Perfect!”
> Lotus shoved the dishware to the floor with a large swipe of her leg, sending the kitchenware smashing  to the floor.
> Rats scattered from their hiding places and scurried out the door.

“Girls, you really shouldn’t do that…That's not your property…”

> Aloe and Lotus wrapped their hooves under my front legs then lifted me onto the table, gently lying me on my back.

> The two stood over me smiling 

"Fluttershy is nice, but can be a little bossy." Aloe chuckled as she rubbed my hooves

"I can only imagine." Lotus hummed, while removing the bra from my chest teats.

> "Fluttershy is just…so gangly!" Aloe said, sticking out her tongue.

> “And she’s SO uncoordinated!”

> Once the bra was off, Lotus threw it on to floor and began rubbing my teats in small circular motions.

> The milk splintered in every possible direction as it flowed down my teats

> “What do you think, Muffins?” Lotus asked

“A…About what?”

> “Fluttershy, silly! Isn’t she like…The worst?” 

“No…Fluttershy isn’t the WORST…I mean…She’s just a little bossy is all."

> “Don’t be so coy!” Aloe giggled “No pony actually LIKES Fluttershy!”

“They don’t?”

> “I hear she snores, really loud.” Lotus said, grinding her hoof into my teats

> “I heard that she foricates with animals.” Aloe added 

> “I hear she hates long term relationships.” Lotus nodded

> The two turned to me

>...

“Ummm…No?” I peeped “I mean…She does snore really loud. But all that other stuff is a lie.”

> “How do you know?” Aloe pried 

> "Yeah, Strawberry said it herself. She walked in on Fluttershy fucking that weird dog in this very house."

> "What a bitch!" Aloe joked

> The two bumped hoofs and laughed 

“Girls, you’re being ridiculous! Fluttershys hasn’t dated anypony besides me. And that stuff about her and that dog is just rumor. Strawberry is a liar! She's been telling that phony story for years."

> “Oh, Muffins. I feel so bad for you!”

“And why is that?” I said, crossing my hooves over my neck

> “Because you’re so much better than her!” She laughed 

“I don’t think I’m better than her. She’s just…Older.”

> “You know, you could live with us.” Lotus said in a low, intimate voice 

“I…I..D..Don’t really want to do that.”

> "Awww…..So sad." She said dragging her hoof under her eye

> She put her mouth over my nipple and began to drink.

> “What my sister is trying to say, is that Fluttershy probably isn’t a good pony for you. I think she might actually be neglectful.”

“No. Fluttershy is my marefriend. She’s not neglectful at all.”

> "Look at this place! It's one letter from the health department away from being condemned!”

“I don’t think so. It's cozy.”

> “It's a health hazard.” 

> Lotus pulled her mouth from my teat dramatically

> Her mouth was bleeding milk as it dribbled down her chin

> "Oh my goodness! It tastes even better straight from the source!" Lotus cried 

> “Really!?” Aloe yelped “Let me try!” She pushed her sister away and grabbed my teat

> Lotus wiped her lips, her pupils were jittering in her head like a hummingbird's wings

> Aloe stuck my teat in her mouth and started sucking eagerly

> "Every pony loves your milk Muffins! They don't call you "best pony" for nothing."

"T..They do? Everypony?"

> Lotus wrapped her hoof around the bottom of the same teat Aloe was sucking on.
> As she pinched my breast between her belly and leg, she leaned close to my face.
> I could feel the milk gushing as she squeezed my teat with all her strength.

> "What has Fluttershy been telling you? Everypony is practically addicted to your milk!"

> As she squeezed my teat the milk came rushing out at rushing speed, forcing lotus’s cheeks to expand with milk.

> Aloe started to choke and spit a mouthful of milk into her sisters mane and violently began coughing
> When her throat was finally cleared of all the milk she collapsed over my bust
> Her tongue was sprawled along my teat as her milky spittle dripped down my cleavage.

“Are you okay Lotus?”
> Her eyes Fluttered open and she hugged my teat.

> "Oh Muffins…You're so warm…"
> Lotus burst into laughter
> “You’re wasted!” 

> “I feel amazing!” Aloe replied 
> Lotus brought my teat to her mouth, filled her cheeks with milk then spit it at Aloes face
> “Lotus!” Aloe whined 

“Ok girls…We should calm down now…”

> Aloe grabbed my teat and squeezed my nipple between her hooves, sending a stream of milk flying in her direction 
> Lotus dodged the milk with a quick duck and laughed
> Aloe, looking frustrated lunged towards her sister
> The two collided and collapsed into the fetlock deep pool of milk that covered the kitchen floor.

> The two started wrestling with huge smiles across their faces.

> For some reason, they were acting very strange 

> I had never seen them act so childish before…

“Girls…Calm down. please.” 

> My pleading fell on deaf ears

> “Aloe! Let's get naked and wrestle!” Lotus suggested 

> The two ripped off their clothes and started pinning each other until eventually the fighting devolved into rough sex

> Lots of biting, slapping and pinching ensued
> They did this for only a couple minutes until they were both exhausted and bloody
> They laid on their backside breathing heavily
> Despite their injuries they both smiled with satisfaction.

"Ummm…..Are you two finished?" I peeped 

> “The worst part is always the crash.” Lotus said

> “It feels SO good in the moment, but it hits you with instant regret.”

“I don't know what you're talking about."

> "Of course you don't." Lotus chuckled between strained breaths 

> “Lotus, what if we started selling this stuff straight from the source?”

> “I don’t think we should do that.” Lotus advised “I feel like my heart is about to explode…If ponies find out about this, it could destroy our user base.”

> I stuck one of my teats in my mouth a took a couple swigs
> I don’t understand what they’re talking about
> It's just very sweet tasting milk

> The two crawled back on the table, soaked head to hoof in milk 
> They both drank from the teats between my back legs and their eyes got funny again

> Lotus grabbed my back legs and ripped them apart

> "What a pretty little kitty you have." Lotus giggled 

“I don’t think I should be doing this. I took a vow and I….”

> Aloe slid the tip of her hoof inside my box, we locked eyes as she grinded her hoof up and down inside md

> “I thought you hated how much she bosses you around?” Lotus shot

“I do, but….”



> Lotus adjusted herself on the table
> Laying on her backside along my belly with her legs spread wide backside.
> Aloe shoved her face into her pubic region while she continued to fondle me with her hooves

> “We have many stallions." Lotus began "But we still love each other more than anypony. What's a little cheating between friends?”

> A little cheating may be forgivable 
> But the level of cheating I've been doing is just plain wrong

“I..I can’t do this. You need to leave.”

> “Muffins, if you let us stay we can help you. All we ask is that you let us drink from your teats

“N…No…You can’t.”

> Their eyes popped open and they exchanged glances.

> “Perhaps this is a little overwhelming.” Lotus suggested

> “Perhaps.” Aloe nodded

> “Sister swap?” Lotus asked

> “Sister swap.” Aloe repeated 

> They both adjusted themselves, sitting over me on their back legs.
> They held hooves and smiled.

> “Muffins, honey. Who do you like more?”

“Like more?"

> “Yes, Who do you think is more attractive? Me or my sister?” Lotus asked 

> Aloe stuck out her tongue and smiled at me
> Lotus batted her lashes 

“I…Well…No offense Lotus, but you're a little…Too old for me…But…I don't…”

> Lotus nodded

> “That's perfectly fine Muffins. We’re here to give you a good time."

> She jumped off the table and fished through the milk looking for the tubes 
> Once she found them, she pulled the tubes into the kitchen and stuck them on my nipples then left the room.

> Aloe sat on my tummy, slowly grinding her sex over my belly

"So…What now?"

> “Just relax Muffins. I’m a trained professional. I’ll have you cumming in no time.”

"I don't know if I want to though."

> She scooted her rump between my legs and grinded her sex into mine 

"Aloe…I can't do this. I took a vow."

> "I'm aware of this vow. Fluttershy tells us about it often.” She rolled her eyes “But I think it's just another way to control you."

"No. It's because we love each other."

> "But why can't love be shared?"

"I…I don't know. Are you doing this because you love me?"

> "Of course."

"Then say that you love me."

>....

> "Muffins, I can't just…"

"Say you love me."

> "I…I love you?"

> My teats expelled milk like crazy 

> I wasn't sure about her honestly.

> But it felt great being told something like that.

"Oh! Now say, "You have very nice eyes."

> "You have very nice eyes." She moaned, grinding faster, the milk discharged from my udders and sloshed through the tubes at incredible speed

> I'm starting to feel dizzy

> Aloe rested her hooves over my tummy and smiled

"You like that don't you?" 

> I tried to speak but the numbing pleasure emanating from both my sets and my crotch was overwhelming
> I don't think it's normal for ponies to feel this good
> My head feels like it's in a vice and my vision's growing black.
> It was too much pleasure
> But I didn't want it to end 

"Aloe?" I stammered  

> She started rubbing her hooves over my crotch teats in small circles

"There's always something I wanted to try..."

> I reached my weak, trembling hooves towards her and grabbed her hooves, then put them around my neck.

> Aloes eyes widen 

> "Muffins, do you really think we should do that?"

> closed my eyes and nodded 

"I'm a bad pony."

> She squeezed my neck faintly, Not putting much force into the choking as I hoped she would 

> I closed my eyes and gave myself up to her.

Allowing her complete control over me

"I'm a very bad pony…" I giggled

> Aloes gripped tightened 

> I put my hooves around hers and held her hooves it place, helping her choke me by pushing her hooves into my neck

> When used to live alone, I would tie ropes and belts around my neck as I touched myself 
> I got the idea from a pervy magazine years ago
> They called it “auto-erotic asphyxiation.”
> I just call it a very good orgasm
> Being choked by another pony feels much better than a belt
> I could feel the numbness climbing up my body lines pins and needles 

> “Are you okay?” Aloe asked 

“Yes…I’m fine.” I nodded “Please don’t stop.”


> She leaned her weight into my windpipe. Completely stopping my breathing 
> I felt my blood rushing through my head
> The milk shooting out of me like volcanos
> My overworked marehood tingle 
> And suddenly, everything went black….

>.....

> I woke up to violent shaking and shouting 

> "Derpy! Wake up!"

> My eyes fluttered open and I smiled 

"Hey, Aloe! W…What happened?"

> Aloe threw her hooves over her heart, her eyes were wide and she had a thousand yard stare 

> She was covered head to hoof in so much milk, it looked like she had just came out of a tub full of the stuff

> "Thank Celestia!" She breathed, thick milk dripping from her face 

"Is everything okay? What happened?"

> "You passed out for like, five minutes!"

> I pulled myself up and looked around the room

> The tubes had been removed and the milk level along the floor had risen significantly

"That felt really good." I moaned

> "You scared me half to death! And your teats went crazy!"

"They…They did?"

> "Yes! It was coming out so hard and fast that it blew the tubes right off!"

> I put my hoof to my head

> Everything was slow and my mind was a jumbled mess

> I had never felt this way after auto erotic asphyxiating myself… 

"My head feels…Hurty."

> "Hurty?" Aloe asked with a raised eyebrow

"Yeah…I…I…Ummmm…."

> …..

"I feel sick…."

> Aloe hugged me and pet my name 

> "I'm just glad you're okay." She whimpered "You really scared me."

"I…Had fun…I think? I don't remember…?"

> "Never do that again." She said in a very serious voice

"Do what?"

> "Let ponies choke you. I don't think your body can handle that kind of stress."

"Yeah….Futtershy….S…She never…ummm….What it called?....She like….”

> I was struggling to even put a sentence together

> I closed my eyes tght and focused all my mental energy into speaking
> “She never puts her hooves around my neck."

> "No kidding? There's probably a reason for that."

"She's afraid of hurting me…I'm not afraid of hurting me….I'm glad you're not afraid of hurting me."

> "But I don't want to hurt you!" She cried 

"Why not? I thought you loved me?"

> "Muffins, you're being very strange right now. We're just friends."

"Friends? Friends who have sex?"

> "Yes. Friends who have sex."

>...

"That…That sounds okay."

> "I'm glad you like it." She said rolling her eyes

"Should I tell Fluttershy?"

> "I think what happened today would be best kept between the three of us. But if she finds out, just say that we pressured you. We'll take the heat for you."

> Aloe is right!

> I can't be held accountable! 

> They started it!

> "Muffins, are you okay? You seem a lot more….”Derpy” than usual?"

"I'm f…fine…My head just feels really slow…Words are hard…I feel sick…”

> “Your brain was probably deprived of too much oxygen.”

“Yeah….That would be…Not good.” I said, putting my hoof to forehead

>...

“Do you think I'll feel this way forever?"

> "I certainly hope not. You're not a pony who can afford to lose brain power." Aloe giggled

"I’m not?"

> Aloe sighed

> "Look. Just take it easy for the rest of the day.”

"Take it easy?"

> "Yeah. Take it easy. No more choking, or overstimulation. Passing out like that isn't healthy."

"But I…"

> "Do you want to become a vegetable? Because that's what will happen."

> A vegetable? 
> What's she talking about?
> Ponies can't be vegetables!

> Lotus entered the room with a barrel of milk on a dolly

“Wow, Muffins! You filled four barrels in under ten minutes! That's gotta be some kind of record.”

> Lotus’s smile faded when she saw Aloe covered in milk, and noticed that the milk on the floor was now up to her knees

“I…I made a bit of a mess….”

> “Jeez, Muffins! What happened?”

“I…I don’t know…”

> Aloe hopped off the table and joined her sister

> “It doesn’t matter. She’s NEVER doing it again. Right, Muffins?”

“Yeah…I don’t think I will….”

> The spa mares waved as they left the house and I sat on the table surrounded by filth and a pool of milk

> My throat hurts and my head is acting very slow

> My teats were bleeding milk to the rhythm of my heart beat, sending chills of pleasure down my body.

> Even after all I’ve been through today. My body continues to hammer me with contant, orgasmic energies.
> The milk never stops flowing
> And my marehood never stops winking
> This is a cruel sickness  



Fluttershy:

> Twilight's list had two strange items
> Distilled poison joke
> Two vials of chaos magic 
> Also included was a map to the Zebra reservation 

> I’m sure Zecora will give me the first two, but the last one will be tricky
> I’m so tired I feel like I could collapse on the spot right now
> I knocked on the door and she opened it
> “Why hello Fluttershy, I am glad you dropped by.”

“Hi Zecora, I was just wondering if you could help me with a couple things.”
> “I don’t see why not.”

> I crouched low to enter her hut 
> She had a pot of something bubbling in her cauldron 
“Ummm…Do you have any distilled Poison Joke? And Chaos Magic?”
> Zecoras ears shot up
> “I have what you seek.” 

> Zecora retrieved my things from the chest across the room
> I don’t like going in most buildings, but Zecoras hut is by far the worst.
> The ceiling is so low I have to bend my knees just to fit inside.

> What else can I do, you little hore..”

>...

> “..se?”


“Well…Could you possibly…Maybe….Tell me where the Zebra reservation is?”
> “And why would I tell you that?” She asked rasing an eyebrow
“I’m actually not sure why. Twilight wants to know.”
> She looked skeptical 

> It's common knowledge not to ask Zebras where the reservation is
> There's a reason it's hidden..

> Zecora thought for a moment 

> “Well…Can you help me out? There is a creature lurking about.”

“Sure! I can help with that.”

> Zecora led me a couple hundred meters behind her hut
> She shoved away some hanging foliage and uncovered the mouth of a large cave 
> “I dare not tread further…”
“Okay, I’ll go in. But can you…”
> “For it would be murder.”

>...

> Zecora is really annoying.

> I nodded my head and crept through the cave
> The air inside was humid. And the deeper I went, the more prominent was the smell of rot.
> Bones of tiny animals littered the wet cave floor
> I was starting to get nervous

> When I exited the tunnel, the cave opened into a large opening 
> The roof was covered in sparkling stalagmites
> The ground was a pool of green water
> At the far end of the cave was a large, long rock

> Sitting atop the rock was the creature I had met at Filthy’s house
> Cloudchaser!
> She was sitting over dead doe, chewing on its neck, ripping chunks of meat off the poor baby deer with every bite
> The sound of the tearing flesh echoed through the cave as I watched this pony turned monster feed on the unfortunate little deer

> This is far outside my level of expertise 
> I backed away slowly, but slipped on a puddle of blood and fell on my backside

> Cloudchaser’s head swung up and she stared at me for a long moment 
> Her yellow eyes glowing n her head

> “Fluttershy?” She peeped

> I was too scared to move

> She scurried towards me
> It only took her five seconds to go from one end of the cave to the other
> Now, she standing over me, dripping blood from her mouth over my face

> “What are you doing here?” she hissed

“Oh…Ummm…Zecora told me she was having a..creature problem and I thought I could help.”

> “So I suppose you're gonna try and kick me out?”

“I mean..If you don’t mind…” I peeped

> “You know I could just kill you right?”

> I nodded 

“Please don’t…” I cried 

> She stopped herself for a moment.
> Her smile faded and she looked around the cave 

> “Why do I get the feeling I should be mad at you about something?”

“I don’t know…" I whimpered 

> “When's the last time we talked?”

“I think it was at Pinkie's party…You look…SO much better now!” I chuckled nervously

> “There's something off about you…” She said, touching her hoof to her chin

> I was about to initiate my stare

> But my natural instincts kicked in when I saw the wound where Dash had stabbed her.
> It was badly infected.
> A pulsating purple and green blight between two pieces of rotting wood
> I couldn’t help but inquire  

“It looks like you have a pretty bad scar there.” I said pointing to her neck

> “Yeah, I don’t know where I got it."

"Does it hurt?"

"Kinda.” She replied hesitantly

“That's because it's really infected. If you want, I can help fix it for you.”

> “You will?”

“Yes. But only if you find a new place to live.”

> She looked a little peeved about the ultimatum, but her senses kicked in quick

> “Fine. It's a deal.”

> She walked back to the large rock and leaned against it
> I I followed closely, trying not to step on any of the bones scattered along the floor
> She perked her head upwards and showed me her injury.

> As I examined it, it occurred to me that I don’t have any of my first aid tools
“Cloudchaser…I’m sorry, But I just remembered that I need my tools if I’m going to help you.”

> “Oh? What do you need?”

“Well, I need a needle and some rubbing alcohol.”
> “I have a needle.”

> She pulled a needle from the hole in her skull

“Why do you have a needle up there?”

> “I have a friend who likes that sort of thing. You don’t know her.”

“Is it a…”

> “Yes, it's a sexual thing.”

“Oh my…”

> I went to the cave wall to collect some of the water dripping from the ceiling 

“Now I just need a bowl…”

> I looked around the cave but didn’t see any dishware

> There was actually no creature comforts in the cave at all
> No furniture, dishes, clothes, pillows, not even a bed
> Cloudchaser must be more animal than pony to live like this.
> The fact that she’s devolving into a literal monster made her even more frightening.

> I searched the area, but couldn’t find a bowl, so I was stuck hoof delivering the water
> Cloudchaser quickly got tired of this process and smashed the does head
> She picked up its skull cap and told me to use it as a bowl

> I was disgusted, but I didn’t argue…
> I filled the “bowl” and began applying the water to her laceration 
> She was very quiet, and was constantly on alert, her ears twitched and her yellow eyes darted around the cave.

> She was moving too much, I needed to calm her down..
“No offense, but I don’t understand how ponies have fetishes like that.”
> “Like what?”
“You know…Needles.”
> “Well, do YOU have any?”

“No…I’m very vanilla.”
> “I heard you fucked someponies dog.”
“Thats just a rumor! I would never with a dog.”

> Cloudchaser glared 
“No offense…If it means anything, I’ve always wanted to be a tree.”

> Cloudchaser picked me up effortlessly and placed me in a sitting position on the rock
> She undid my bra and began squeezing my teats

> “Not being into weird stuff is probably the weirdest thing you could be in a town like Ponyville.”
“Maybe. I guess if I were to choose a sexual peculiarity I would say lesbianism. But that's only taboo in Cloudsdale.” 

> “Cloudsdale is a joke. You’ll never meet more frilly homos anywhere else in Equestria.”
“Yeah…”

“Soooo…. This pony you’re sleeping with is like a masochist or…?”
> “That's one way to put it.”
“Oh…Okay…Just out of curiosity. What do masochists like?”
> “I don’t know. They’re a strange bunch. Don’t get me wrong, I love hurting ponies. No pony deserves to be bullied more than this particular masochist. They’re practically asking for it!”

>....

“Yeah…”
> “I assume that doesn’t answer your question?”
“Not at all.”

> “I think it varies from pony to pony. The pony I’m with has an obsession with Celestia and often integrates her into our play.”
> Thats it!




> I helped sew her head as she drank from me like a baby cow

> Cloudchaser gave me a lactation potion 

“Umm…Thanks, but why are you giving this to me?”
> I don’t need it. The pony who made it did a terrible job apparently.”

> “You know what Fluttershy, you ain’t that bad.”
“And you really are…something!” 
> I dashed out the cave in fear


"Your creature problem should be fixed now."

> "Very well, then I shall teach you the spell."



Fluttershy: Age 18

> Today has been a very busy day

> Four dogs, a cat and a cow

> My jaw is starting to hurt….

> It's a good thing I started this vet
> It seems like lots of animals would have gone helpless if I wasn't around.

> I laid on the couch drinking my third tea of the day when I heard a knock on the door

> It was Strawberry Sunrise, with an animal I had never seen before.

> Its alabaster fur was practically glowing, and its nine fluffy tails blew delicately in the wind.
> It was around my height, but towered over Strawberry 

"What kind of dog is this?" I asked

> "A stupid one." Strawberry shot

"What do you mean? He's beautiful!"

> "I found him digging in my garden this morning and I don't know where else to bring him."

> "Well…What do you want me to do with him?"

> "Can you just watch him for a couple hours? I'm going to inquire about…Whatever the heck he is at the library and write a letter to the Equestrian, Mythical Creatures Department."

"I think I can do that." I nodded 

> "Thanks, Fluttershy."

> Strawberry trotted down the lane back towards town

> The creature entered the cottage, sniffing everything in sight.
> He was a very curious creature 

> "Ummmm….. Hello." My voice trembled nervously 

> The creature turned to me, staring intensely with its bright yellow eyes 

> It let out a low hum that shook the room

> A sound like nothing I've ever heard from another living creature.

> But somehow, I could still understand him

"What are you?"

> I approached the creature and rested my hooves into its fur 

"You're very soft…And warm….What's your name?"


> "Mmmmmmmm…." He hummed 

> "Kitsun? I've never heard of one of those before! You must be a VERY rare creature!"

> "Mmmmmm."

> "You're how many years old? That's amazing!"

> The Kitsun turned and continued exploring the cottage 
> Smelling and pawing at everything.
> He entered the kitchen and began opening the cupboards 

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? What do Kitsuns eat anyways?"


> “Mmmmm…”


"Oh…Okay?"

> I did as I was told and laid on my back over the table.
> I watched the Kitsun rummage through the house

"Ummm…Mr. Kitsun? What exactly are you looking for? I'm sure I can help you find it."

> The Kitsun approached me and began caressing my sides with his paws



> Suddenly, he grabbed my front legs and pulled them backwards
> My legs instantly snapped at the shoulder

> The Kitsun, jumped back and relived his grip

> And watched my legs dangle 

“I…I can’t move them…I think you broke them…”

> The initial snap was always very painful 

> I had broken most of my bones more than once

> The only good thing about being a grounded pegasi is that they're bones heal themselves

> It takes a couple hours though, and they often come back weaker than before 

> I tried to lift them, but it was impossible 

> The Kitsun looked confused

> I’m was slightly annoyed by this

> The Kitsun began touching me with his tails, now much slower and more gently.

> His nine tails caressed me as he dragged them all across my body

> Down my thighs, along my belly, over my cheeks and through my mane

“That's much better. Isn’t it nice to be gentle?”

> The Kitsun leaned his body over me and wrapped two of his tails around my teats and squeezed them, causing milk to squirt into the air

> I looked away and blushed

"Sorry…They do that sometimes."

> The Kitsun looked looked confused, and continued to milk me with a studying expression 

> His other tails started to retreat from my face and belly and flank a fell down to my teats

> He toyed with them in many ways

> Flicking my nipples, pressing them together, tugging them upwards to watch them jiggle

“Isn't it so much nicer to be gentle?” I asked 

> The Kitsun wrapped two of his tails around by back legs and lifted my backside into the air

> My teats rolled over my belly and neck was wedged awkwardly along the table causing my chin the dig into my neck

> My broken arms hung down sides of the table like the dead weight they were

“Now remember….Gentle.” 

> The tails started to caress my thighs and crept towards my pubic region 

“You aren’t going where I think you’re going…Are you?”

> “Mmmmmm….”

“But I’ve never let anypony…Or any animal down there before…”

> The tails kissed my lips and slowly entered me

> It felt good, but very intrusive

> “Mmmmmm….”

“Okay…This is fine…Don’t panic Fluttershy…” I repeated to myself 

> I started to breath heavily 

> The tails broke through my lips and were digging inside me

“That's enough!” I said, biting my tongue

> But he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to fill my marehoid with his appendages

> It had gone from pleasure to pain very quickly 

“Kitsun! I order you to stop right now!”

> He leaned forward and we locked eyes

“Don’t make me use the stare on you.” I warned 

> “Mmmmm…”

> He pushed the tails deeper causing me to yelp

“Okay…I didn’t want to do this…But you asked for it.”

> I closed my eyes, focused all my energy and gave him the the stare

“You will behave and put me down.” I ordered

> The Kitsun stared back, looking unaffected

> I was starting to worry

“Kitsun. You WILL behave!”

> He leaned his head close, filling my marehood in the process

> The deeper he pried, the more painful it was becoming 

> “Mmmmmm….” 

> His humming rumbled through my chest 

> Their was nothing I could do

> My legs were broken and my stare was ineffective 

“Please stop.” I whimpered 

> “Mmmmmmm…..”

“It hurts.” I explained 

> “Mmm…”

“I don’t even know what you are! And I’ve never done this before…Honestly, I’m very frightened right now.”

> He whipped his tails from my marehood and dropped my backside on the table

“Ouch.” I moaned

> The snow white tails which he was using to penetrate me were painted in blood

> “Mmmmm….”

“It’s okay…I know you didn’t mean it.”

> The Kitsun wrapped his tails around my nipples and milked them, spraying milk everywhere

> Switching tails every couple of seconds, essentially "jacking off" my tests

> The Kitsun was quick and was able to compose itself in such a controlled manner

> Everything he does is so agil

> I don’t know why he was milking me, but it was better than penetration.

> I tried to use this moment of calm to get to know him better 

“So, where are you from?”

> “Mmmmmm…”

“I see…I’ve never heard of that kingdom before.”

“Mmmmmm…..”

“Jappony?"

> “Mmmm….”

“How did you end up in Equestria?”

> “Mmmmm….”

“That sounds awful!”

> “Mmm.”

“Well, Ponyville is a very nice place, I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends!”

> Mmmmm?”

“Yes…I have lots of friends…”

> “Mmmmmm…”

“I am NOT a liar! I have Muffins, Dash and AJ….Pinkie Pie when she visits…”

> “Mmmmmm!”

> I don’t appreciate this creatures tone

> He keeps calling me a liar, even though I hadn’t said one false thing.

> “Mmmmmm….?”

“Is it normal for ponies to have sex with other species?…Well…No. I’m actually the only pony I know who does. I’ve always loved animals…..Just not in the traditional sense...I’ve never let another creature…Stick any of their…"Extremidies" In there before....At least not until today.”

> “Mmmm?”

“I think you’re beautiful! You’re a VERY pretty specimen and should be proud about how you look.”

> “Mmmmm….”

“I know what you mean…But giving oral sex to dogs, rabbits and various farm animals isn’t something in Equestria we would consider normal. Its sad, but it’s the way things are.”

> “Mmmm.”

“I wouldn’t say I live in shame. I just hide that part of myself. I'm very practiced in being reserved.”

> With the tails now dripping in milk he slowly began pairing them together, forming four double sized tails.

> He slowly stuck the four coiled tails between my legs

> One pair of two up my butt and the other back inside my vagina

“Kitsun! I told you I didn’t…”

> He shoved two tails into my mouth, all the way  down my throat

> All I could taste was my own milk

> All my holes were slowly being filled and I was starting to panic

> “Mmmmm…..”

> The humming was deeper and louder than ever, it shook the room a d sent dishware crashing to the floor 

> I locked eyes with the beast

> As I stared into its hypnotic yellow eyes I could feel myself slipping away 

> I started bucking my hips into his tails 

> It was actually starting to feel good…

> The low humming consumed the house 
> He slowly pulled his tails from my mouth and dragged them along my belly, down to my teats where he began to massage them.

> “Yes! Use me! I’m a dirty animal fucker! I deserve this!”

> Suddenly, the Kitsun stopped thrusting 

“Please! Keep going! I’m so close!”

> His head was locked to the left

> I turned to see what he was looking at and my heart dropped

> It was Strawberry Sunshine, her jaw was on the floor

“Oh…Hi, Stawberry…” I peeped 

> “Fluttershy…What the fuck are you doing!?”

>....

> I tried to move, but remembered that my arms were broken

“This isn’t what it looks like!"

> “I heard what you were saying! Do you do this with all the animals ponies bring here!”

“No!”

>...

“Well…Not EXACTLY this.”

> Strawberry grabbed the Kitsune by one of its tails 

> “I thought you were supposed to be good with animals! You can’t even control this stupid thing!?”

“He’s not stupid! He’s a complicated creature with lots of emotions!”

> “I’m going to tell everypony about this! You won’t be allowed near anyponys pets ever again!”

> The Kitsune whined as Strawberry dragged it through the house

"Strawberry, please! I can explain!'

> The door slammed and I was left on the table, unable to move.

> Oh no! 

> If she tells anypony about this I’ll be the town's laughing stock!

> Beastality is NOT looked good upon

> Wyoming trotted over and jumped onto the table 

> “Oh! Hi Wyoming…Are you here to help me?”

> Wyoming started licking the milk which was pulsing from my teats.

> For feathers sake….




Pinkie:

> After breakfast, Mr. Rich attempted to milk me in his office. But no matter how hard he tried, I still wasn't producing 

> He served me another glass of the potion before bringing me to his milk bar.
> As we walked, he explained to me his scheme.

> Unlike most illegal businesses in Ponyville, he operates hidden in plain sight on a ranch west of Ponyville, near the Apple family farm.

> It’s a brothel/mare milk dealership. But is disguised under the name "Pleasant Dairy Farm."
> Using a cattle farm as a cover is a brilliant idea for an illegal mare milk operation

> As we walked through the barren fields he explained how the land was purchased by an anonymous pony in town and how he has no provable ties to the property.

> He told me about how he was being investigated and how all the towns ponies worries are misguided

> While they wait for his “big project” He's already been operating under everypony's noses for an entire month.

> He led me past the fields to a farm house atop a hill

> The house was worn down on the outside, but the inside was refurbished with different kinds of wood, all laminated with shiny finishes.

> He brought be behind a bar which occupied the far right wall

> The bar was stocked with many different drinks, displayed three long shelves layered over a mirror.

> "And this will be your home away from home now.”  Filthy explained “Once you start producing your product will be graded and priced accordingly. You will serve our customers. either bottled or straight from the source. As you work, your teats will be strapped to a milking machine."

"I assume you expect me to sleep with these customers as well?"

> "Pinkie! This is a classy establishment….Blowjobs and hoofjobs only. You can set your own rates of course."

"Because nothing says class like a blow job." I mocked 

> "Precisely!"

> The sarcasm was wasted….

> Trixie walked towards us.
> The milk sloshing along the walls of her transparent polyethylene body.
> I hadn’t seen her since the accident. And I really didn’t want to.

> What she had become was uncomfortable…

> Under normal circumstances, a pony would be long dead after what she had gone through.
> Her body was slowly mashed under Marbles Belly

> Luckily for her, her brain was salvaged
> Filthy paid lots of Bits to save her. 
> They tried a number of different ways to bring her back
> But in the end, they placed her brain into an artificial body.

> Looking upon what she had become was disturbing
> Her brain was a pink jellyfish-looking-thing behind bright purple eyes.
> Her entire body was made of a thin, squishy plastic filled with milk.

> The milk splashed inside her soft, hollow form with every clumsy step.
> The only part of her body not made of plastic were her hooves, which were made of cardboard.

> Her body is absent of a skeletal system, and the walls of her plush body are completely see through.
> Instead of a cutie mark she has "Property of Filthy Rich." Stamped over her flanks

> She was now owned by Mr. Rich and sustained by the liquids he poured inside her.
> What surprised me about this new body was that she now has massive teats.

> Trixie never had a large bust, but it seems like Mr. Rich had some creative input when it came to the design of the body.
> Her teats are the size of Muffins chest boobs and like the rest of her body, was transparent and filled with milk. 

> "And here she is! The six thousand dollar mare!" How are you this morning?" Filthy cheered
 
> Trixie rubbed her eyes and yawned, her frame expanding like a balloon as she took in air.

> “Trixie needs a refueling before she can get to work. A nice coffee would hit the spot.” She grumbled

> When Trixies eyes fell on me, her face turned sour.

> "What is she doing here!" She hissed 

> "Trixie, play nice. Pinkie is our newest associate. She'll be working the bar while you do your business."

> “I don’t think you understand the history we have.” Trixie growled

> "I don’t think a pony in your position can afford to be picky. You see. Once Pinkie starts producing, you will also be using her milk free of charge.”

> “You want ME to use HER milk! First of all, she’s the reason I’m even like this! And secondly, Pinkie fucks up everything she touches! She's poisonous!"

> "Pinkies not poison!" Mr. Rich laughed, "I mean…I always get tested the day after, but I do that with every mare I sleep with."

> "Mr. Rich!" Trixie whined 

> "Buying milk off our competition to keep you filled isn't an expense I'm proud of making. Pinkie will make a great in-house milk mare for all of our needs. So, I don't wanna hear another word about this." His voice grew louder "Now get yourself ready. We're opening soon."

> Mr. Rich left the farmhouse and Trixie followed
> Spoiled was right.
> I have no idea what I was getting myself into…

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

> Across the room Trixie sat on the couch
> Two stallions poked and squeezed her artificial barrel 
> Watching the stallions fool around with Trixie made me sick

> It doesn't take a genius to realize that Filthy had turned her into a glorified sex toy 
> Mr. Rich designed the body himself
> I’m sure their were more dignified ways of putting her back together
> But that wouldn’t be pragmatic for Filthy…

> "Do you want a drink?" Trixie asked rubbing her hoof along the stallions thigh 

> The stallion nodded then poked a straw into her tummy, then began drinking the milk from her 
> The other jabbed a straw into her shoulder 
> The stallions molested her plush body as they drank
> Stretching and violently tugging on her plastic Integumentary system

> “Guys, I’m super sensitive…You’re gonna make me cum!” She laughed

> The stallions frantically grabbed at her body in random places

> “Guys….I…I’m gonna…”

> One of the stallions went between her legs and spread them apart 
> A blast of milk sprayed into his face

> Trixie slid down the couch, half of her body was now vacant of milk 

> “I gotta go get refilled.” Trixie said with a dizzy affect “I’llll be RIGHT back!”

> The stallions giggled at Trixies sloppy speech


> Trixie staggered towards me, pulling the straws from herself and tossing them on the floor
> She leaned her hooves and laid her head along the bar 
> "Refill…” She slurred

> I shook my head then made my way to the milk dispensing machine at the far end of the bar. 

> The milk dispensing machine is a metal device which occupies a large portion of the bar. It stretches from the floor to the ceiling and is peppered in flashing lights, buttons, switches and dials.

> The order of the control board was seemingly random, as if the designer had made this machine for their singular use.

> I observed the beastly machine with fear and confusion. Everything from its stainless steel casing to the precision wirework and the transparent milk chambers along its backside. There was no denying its title as a technical marvel, a fact which Mr. Rich had insisted on reminding me of repeatedly as he toured me through its operation process.

> A machine designed to be unfeeling, and daunting with its selection of buttons. I pulled the hose from the spool and stared back at the machine for a long moment. Mr. Rich had trained  me to use this thing only a couple hours ago but his instructions were drawing a blank.

> “Pull the lever on your far right.” Trixie said from across the room. I nodded and followed her instructions. The machine hissed and started to come alive. 

> “Now push the green button under the dials marked “thickness.”
> I fumbled my hooves along the control panel until it had landed (completely by chance) on the correct button. I felt the hose begin to expand and walked back to Trixie.

“So…Where should I stick this?”
> "Anywhere is fine. Just not the head.”
> I jabbed the pointed nozzle into the side of her barrel and twisted the nozzle.
> The hose slowly drooled milk into the pool of milk around her waistline, running down the slippery plastic which her unfortunate barrel was made of.

> As the milk level rose to around the halfway point of her barrel, she started to look more comfortable. When the milk reached chest level she flicked her hoof dismissively.
> “That's enough.” She said, ripping the hose from her side “Too much weight puts Trixie off balance and makes her sluggish.”

> I pointed the hose upwards. Milk continued to flow from the hose, creating a small milk fountain at the tip of the nozzle. The milk quickly began running down my hoof, down my leg and onto the floor. The nozzle was slippery and hard to grab with my cloven hooves. Eventually I managed to stop the milk, but only after my leg was completely soaked in milk.

> Trixie started to laugh in a malicious way and I snapped

 "I should fill you with Liquid Lust after what you did." 

> "Oh, that would feel so good." she moaned, throwing her hooves around herself and wiggling her rump along the stool.
> She looked like she was in ecstasy.

> I couldn't help but ask

"So…How do you work? Like…I didn't think a pony could survive under your…conditions.”

> Trixie had a look of annoyance, as if she had been asked to explain her new form to everypony she had met since the accident. 
> Personally, I wouldn’t blame them for asking. It's nothing short of a miracle she’s alive. Her body may be long gone, but her mind is preserved in a plastic bubble, which will probably lead her to surviving longer than anypony I’ve ever met. It was all fascinating.

>  "Well.” She explained with her usual Trixie attitude “My body is made of extremely thin, and stretchy plastic. Think of a water balloon. Except the material I'm made of can be punctured and can heal itself instantly. I have no bones, organs or blood. My digestive system is the inner lining of my body which absorbs whatever I am filled with. My outer layer is extremely sensitive and even the slightest touch is orgasmic.

"So, you're basically a horny jellyfish."

> "I'm a miracle of science." She shot

"So…could I fill you up with anything?"

> "Yes. My body is flame resistant, non corrosive and self sanitizing."

….

"What if I filled you with vodka?"

"I would get very drunk."

"Water?"

> "I don't know….Normal, I guess?”

"Coffee?"

> "Extremely hyper."

>...

"What If you were filled with cum?"

> "Pinkie!"

"What!? Everypony was thinking it!"

> "Nopony was thinking that! Why are you such a weirdo!?"

"I don’t know….Why did you sabotage my party?”

> "Is this what this is all about? You’re stupid party?”

“Partly.” I grumbled 

> Trixie rolled her eyes “I can’t believe how selfish you are. And that's coming from me! I’m going to be frank with you. You're an awful pony. You're a shameless, greedy mare. I was trying to do the right thing in ruining your plan by making everypony cheat on eachother so that your acts of infidelity would mean nothing! But look what trying to do the right thing did. You're Filthy Riches new favorite mare and I'm a walking balloon filled with mare milk."

“You always thought you were better than me.”
> “I am better than you. I just didn’t have ponies telling me how great I was my entire life. I had to earn my pride.”

"Pride.” I chuckled “You know what Trixie. I always wondered if you were trans. I guess transparent is a type of trans." I mocked

> She slapped me across the face, with the force that felt like a water balloon being hurled at my cheek at five miles per hour.

> I pressed my hoof over my cheek, which was immediately starting to sting.

 > “You just better pray you start producing your own milk. You already know too much, and Filthy is a very paranoid pony. He doesn't keep Cloudchaser around just for fun." She winked

> Trixie began her walk back to the couch
> I can’t believe I just got my butt whipped by a transparent pony!
> A transpony…


> If Trixie thinks she can make me nervous, she has another thing coming. 
> I’m a master of seduction!



Pinkie: Age 18

> I hadn’t heard of any new positions opening at Sugar Cube Corner in over three more years.
> I had given up hope long ago of becoming a baker until last week, when I received a letter from  Mr. Cake offering me to stay and work at the bakery over the summer.

> Honestly, the silence was preferable.
> Because after three years of waiting, I was learning how to cope with never becoming a baker
> But now that I have another chance. I feel destiny calling me once again
> I need to do this right this time…



> Convincing my parents to let me leave the farm is one of the hardest things I ever have to do.
> They never let me go anywhere for more than a week.

> But I need to escape the farm.

> Growing up in the barrens is one of the most lonely experiences in the world for a pony like me.

> The rock fields are a cold and colorless place where you can go months without seeing a pony you aren't related to.

> Most ponies within a two hundred square mile radius within the barrens are related to the Pie family in one way or another.
> The Pies have a long history of rock farming and have claimed the land as their home.

> We are an isolated, hard working, traditional and Celestia fearing community

> Religion runs deep in the Pie family 
> We pray several times a day
> Read the Celestial tomes every morning. And before every meal, Limestone, Maud or I would read a passage from the book of Celestia.

> A four hundred page book written in Old Ponish detailing the laws, history and Divinity of the two sisters.
> It’s a very dull book

> My mother is the most pious Pie. And she has made it her mission to praise Celestia in everything she did.
> She follows the book to a tee and has allowed the teachings to strangle me and my sisters

> Because of the strictness of the church, we’ve never had any true autonomy.
> Mom punished us all in different ways for different reasons.
> I think it's what led the four of us to be all so different and have such a diverse range of coping mechanisms

> Limestone breaks things, I threw my parties and Marble gorged.

> The only one of my sisters with a somewhat healthy vice is Maud, whose interest in rocks runs deep, if not to the point of escapism. 

> Her and Limestone were always the favorites of the four of us. Marble and I were always the black sheep.

> We've never seen eye to eye.
> My parties frightened them, and they saw my fun as flirting with degeneracy.
> I’m given plenty of extra labor to crush because of that.

> But the pony who has it the worst is Marble.
> Marble was never treated like the rest of us
> It’s fair to say that mother never liked me all that much.
> But, for as little as she cares for me. She c

> Marble is my mothers scapegoat for all the ills of the family 
> Avalanche? Marbles fault
> Death in the family? Marbles fault.
> I think her obsession with Marble is what led her to snapping that one night before Hearthswarming

> Mom came into our bedroom with a knife screaming that she was going to sacrifice Marble to Celestia.
> My mom believed she was a demon for a long time, but none of us thought she would ever try something like that.

> That was the night Marble stopped talking completely, and began gorging.

> Marble’s mistreatment only got worse.
> She was excluded from prayers and readings shortly after the incident, and Marble was to be seen but not heard.

> She was as close to being excommunicated from the religion as a pony could be, without being kicked out of the family of course.

> This is why I want to leave more than anything.
> And with this new letter from Mr. Cake, I can feel the urge to run building in my hooves.

> During the warmer months, families from all over the barrens will come to visit the farm, often staying for a couple days.

> My uncle Key Lime Pie, aunt Sweet Potato Pie and my cousin Pizza Pie have been visiting for the last three days and are set to leave tomorrow morning.

> Of all my cousins, Pizza is my favorite
> Even though he's year older than him 
> (I'm sixteen, he's seventeen)

> He's also very popular, and has dated three of my other cousins over the years.
> Whenever he visits, my mom's always trying to hook Limestone up with him, but it never works.
> If we had a couple brothers in the family, dating would be so much easier.

> Deep down, I think that's why my mom hates Marble so much.
> Because she hates depending on the family for things and marrying off one daughter is hard enough
> But four?
> It’s a lifetime obligation

> If a Pie mother fails to marry her all her daughters off to other members of the Pie family she’s will be considered a failure as a mom.
> The only ponies who live in the barrens are Pies, so we usually mate with other members of the Pie family.
> Three hundred years of inter familial breeding has kept our earth pony blood pure
> But I think the process has stunted some of our other, arguably more important traits….

>....


> Pizza's family lives in the southern barrens, which is warmer than the north, where most of the Pie family lives.

> It may be nicer, but it’s WAY more empty.
> Though for some strange reason, the Pies in the west are a lot more talkative than the ones in the north.
> It confuses me…

> I know my mom won’t let me leave for the summer
> But Pizza may be my ticket out
> I just need to give him something all teenage stallions want…



> While mom prepared dinner, Limestone and I were on rock breaking duty in the fields.	

“I don’t know what to do. I wanna go, but I’m just too nervous to ask. What if they say no?”

> “Then you stay on the farm with the rest of the family.” Limestone said bluntly 

“This could be my last chance at living my dream!”

> “So you’ve said.”

“Maybe I’ll just sneak out!”

> “Pinkie, you know that no matter what you tell me, I’ll keep it between us.”

“Right.”

> “But if you leave mom and dad will notice and ask me where you are.. And I don’t want their hoof up my butt if they find out you left without telling them where you were going. I’m NOT getting in trouble on your behalf.”


“I guess you're right.”

> “Like usual." She replied matter of factly "Between you and Marble, it’s like herding cats.”

> Limestone can be so dramatic 

> She's the oldest of us, and she uses that against us every chance she has.
> Limestone is nineteen.
> I can’t imagine being so old…

> Because of this, moms always trying to marry her off to other ponies in the family
> My parents don’t seem to understand that Limestone practically hates everypony
> She’s hard to love but harder to hate.

> Unfortunately, my talk with Limestone didn’t have any affect on my mission
> Until somepony gives me a good reason not to. I plan on escaping tonight with Pizza.

> “Girls, come on in for dinner!” Dad called from the house

> We dropped our picks and went inside
> The house smelled of buttery potatoes, peas and burnt toast.
> My parents always bring out the most tasty dishes when company visits 
> I grabbed a seat at the table next to Pizza and across from Marble

> Pizza is very handsome, he’s tall, tanned and slender
> Unlike the rest of the Pie family, the Pies out west come in yellows, oranges and caramel
> Pizza is an orange stallion, with bright purple eyes and a brown mane.
> Very handsome, aside from a bit of acne along his chin

“H…Hi Pizza.”

> “Hey, Pinkie.” He nodded, staring at the bowl of potatoes across the room

> My dad set out glasses of water for everypony

“Are you sure you're okay sleeping out in the barn? We have lots of room in our room if you want to sleep in the house.” I suggested

> “You’re too kind Pinkie. But the barn is fine, honest.” He nodded

> Mom walked around the room passing out everyponies plates
> Pizzas eyes lit up when he saw the burnt toast, dry potatoes and mushy peas

> “You’re mom sure knows how to cook!” He said picking up his fork

> My mom went behind me and pushed me out of the chair then gave Limestone my seat 
> I huffed and sat beside Marble, who kept her eyes between her lap.

> "Limestone is the best rock smasher in the family." My mom bragged

> Mr. Key Lime Pie raised chuckled

> “So I’ve seen! She was out in the fields crushing rocks for hours!” He said sipping his cider

> “I have a lot of repressed anger.” Limestone said between gritted teeth

> My mom gave her a swift slap across the back of the head

> “She’s just joking, Key Lime! She just has a very morbid sense of humor. I still don’t know where she gets it!” My mother said with the fakest laugh 

> My mom sat at the head of the table, staring at Limestone and Pizza

> "Don't they look cute together?" She said, leaning towards Key Lime

> Key Lime nodded

> “Undoubtedly.” 

> My mom turned to Marble
> “Marble, we're going to pray now. Take your food into your room." She said shooing her away with her hoof

> Marble nodded, she grabbed her food and left the room

> After we prayed, we began to eat.

> Mom looked over at Limestone all dinner, encouraging my sister to flirt with her cousin.

> Limestone sighed

> "How are you doing, Pizza?" Limestone groaned
 
> “Wonderful! These potatoes are to die for!”

> “Choose your words wisely…” Limestone growled

> Seeing Limestone frustrated was always funny
> Mom shot Limestone that familiar terrifying look and Limestone quickly changed her tune.

> “Soooo…What's the like weather where you are?” Limestone asked

> “We had a famine a few weeks back. Several ponies died.”

>...

“I see…”


> Despite his “Pie-tism” Pizza is a bonafide looker
> tanned, strong, long neck.

> If Limestone isn’t going to take the opportunity, I think I might….

> After dinner, The rest of the family went to the barn to drink. I stayed behind and met up with Marble, who was sleeping on her hammock.

“Marble, wake up.”

> Marble groaned and wiped her eyes

> “Mmm….”

“I need you to help me.”

> She put her hoof over her eyes and sighed

“Marble, I can’t do this if you don’t talk.”

> Marble shook her head then did a zipper motion over her lips

“Come on! I need you!”

> She crossed her hooves and looked away

> I don’t have time for this…

> I pinched her ear and she yelped 

> “Ouch! What the fuck Pinkie!?”
“You wanna help me get laid?”
> “Not really.” She replied rubbing her ear
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun.”

> “I doubt it. You're not my type."

> “I’m not talking about us, silly!”

> “Then who are you planning on “laying?”

“Pizza!”

> "You really want to sleep with our cousin? I've told you how I feel about that sort of thing."

“Don't be a stick in the mud! Mom and dad are cousins, Grandma and grandpa we’re brother and sister, Limestone and Maud are sisters...”

> “I get the point.” She said dragging her hoof over her eyes

“So, do you wanna help me?”

> “Heck no! I’ll be tarred and feathered! Mom already tried killing me once! I don't need to give her MORE reasons to hate me."

> I feel bad for Marble.
> The last time I heard her speak was over a month ago
> She walked up to me during rock collection duty and asked me if her butt was too big.
> It took my off guard because she never speaks unless provoked 
> Sometimes I forget she can actually talk…

> She has a very soft, yet sarcastic sounding voice.
> But if you wanna hear her talk you REALLY gotta force it out of her.
> And she won’t just talk to anypony.

>....

> (And yes, her butt is far too big.)

> For the past five years, Mom and dad haven’t allowed her to speak at all.
> She’s taken a sort of “vow of silence” Since the incident and only communicates through mumbles and gestures

> I’m the only pony she talks to but oftentimes, she just sticks to nodding a mumbling.
> She only uses her voice once every couple months and it’s often out of nowhere and about the most random things.
 
> When she does talk she’s, a real bitch
> I like that about her.


> We walked through the kitchen, only to be spotted by mom, who was cutting a cabbage
> “Pinkie, Marble. What are you doing?”
“Oh, we’re just going out to see dad.”
> “Marble, are your chores done?”

> Marble nodded
> “Marble, can you tell me why I found a magazine called “Teen heart throb” Under your bed?”
> Marbles eyes went wide and she began pointing all over the room in a panic
> Mom watched emotionlessly 
> The truth is, I bought her that magazine on my last trip to Ponyville.

> “Marble, explain to me what you think a “heart throb is.”

> Marbles jaw dropped and she gave mom a look of disbelief

> How was she supposed to explain herself when she isn't allowed to speak?
> My mom does this often, and it never fails to make Marble unbelievably frustrated.
> Marble scratched her head awkwardly 

“It's mine. I brought it from Ponyville. But I
Don't think Marble knows how to read, so it's fine."
> Mom looked at both of us.
> I could see sadistic punishments flashing behind her Glassy eyes.

> "I don't want to see this sort of filth in our house, understand? Pinkamina?"

"Yes, mom."

> "You're lucky I let you even leave the farm."

"Yes,mom."

> "Don't think I haven't heard about what goes on in Ponyville. It's a cesspool."

"Yes, mom "

> "Bringing this degeneracy from the outside world into our house contaminates our humble farm. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mom." I sighed 

> "Good. You're free to go."

> Marble and I left the house and headed east towards the barn

> "I can't believe she found that!"

"Mom's a hawk. You know better than anypony."

> "Why did you tell her I can't read!?"

"It was the first thing I could think of. Besides, do you really think mom cares if you know how to read or not?"

> "No…But it's still humiliating."

> As we approached the barn it sounded like eveeypony was already deep into their drinking.

> Key Lime was shouting stories as my dad sipped his cider.

> Marble and I went to the keg and poured ourselves some drinks, then sat next to dad.

> Limestone was chugging her cider like water.
> We sat in the barn listening to Key Limes outrageous stories for a couple hours.

> By nightfall, Limestone could hardly walk and was leaning on Mauds shoulder, staring at the floor.

> Maud pet her head like a kitten 

> "You alright honey?"

> "Yeah…I'm fine."

> "Limestone drank too much." Maud said with no inflection.

> "Shut up!" Limestone said, pawing at Mauds belly

> "You're a very good sister, taking care of her like that." Key Lime said

> "No. I'm also very drunk." Maud replied with a little smile.

> My dad hid his face behind his hat.
> All the work my parents put into making a good impression was going out the window.
> Like usual 

> "She's usually never like this." My dad said

> "Like you would know!" Limestone snapped 

> "Okay, honey. Let's bring you inside."

> My dad grabbed Limestone and brought her back to the house.


> "That's one way to end a party!" Key Lime laughed

> Pizza threw his hooves over his mouth and laughed 

"Sorry about that. Limestone can be a little too passionate."

> "Don't apologize Pinkie. We're having a great time."

 "Glad to hear it!"

> He raised his cup to the air and we continued to drink.

> After a couple hours Maud staggered back into the house.

> It was past midnight and the night was wrapping up.

> Key Lime finished his drink then threw his cup to the floor.

> "Well girls, I'm gonna head inside. Get some sleep Pizza, we have a long ride home tomorrow." 

> Pizza nodded and his dad walked back to the house.

> This was it
> It was just me, Marble and Pizza.

> "You girls want another drink?"

> Marble and I nodded 

> He poured us another serving of cider

"So, I see who the true alcoholics of your family are." He chuckled

> Marble nodded and shot him a smile 

"All Pies are alcoholics. Some are just better than others." I quipped 

> "I'll cheers to that!" He said, raising his mug to his mouth.

> "So..I get the feeling your mom's trying to hook me up with Limestone."

"You noticed?"

> "Well, she isn't exactly subtle." He laughed

“Subtlety has never been something she’s good at.” I said taking a large swig 

> “Has she set up either of you with a stallion yet?”

“Me? Nah! I’m WAY too passionate for the Pie family.”

> “And how about you?” He pointed to Marble

> Marble froze, and her face turned red

“Don’t push her.” I warned “She's….Shy.”

> "Why doesn't she talk?"

> Marble looked at me expectantly

"She's just not much of a talker is all."

> It's so hard to cover for the family's dysfunctions.

> I don't think mom and dad realize how much I have to lie to keep up this illusion of normality.

> Half the time, I feel like they can see right through it.

> Pizza seemed to buy it, or at least pretended to, and the three of us continued drinking.

> As the night turned into morning I slowly scooted closer to Pizza until we were sitting on the same rock and our thighs were touching.

> Across from us, Marble was chugging back drinks like it was Heartswarming day.

> She kept up a good pace until passing out on the floor.

> I threw a blanket over her and kissed her goodnight.

> After Marble was tucked in, I went into the stables where Pizza was laying in a a pile of hay

> “So, where are your animals?” He asked

“We haven’t had any animals for years. We had pigs a long time ago, but my mom never liked having them. She said they were too dirty.”

> I collapsed on the pile of hay next to him

> “We have lots of animals on our farm. Chickens, goats, cows…”

“Your farm sounds like it's WAY more fun than ours.”

> “We try.”

“Yeah….I’m sorry about the famine by the way. It must be rough.”

> “Oh, there was no famine. I made that up.”

“Why would you make up such a thing!?”

> “I don’t know, I thought it would be funny, Limestone was really taken aback wasn’t she?”

“You’re right! She looked so out of her element!”

> The two of us laughed 

“You have a great sense of humor!"

> "It was so awkward!" He laughed 

> The two of us laid on our backs 

> I don't know about Pizza, but things were starting to get pretty spinny for me.

> I grabbed his hoof and brought it to my chest

> “Pinkie, what are you doing?”

“Just…You know, holding hooves.” I giggled

> “I think somepony has had a little too much to drink.”

“Me? Never!”

> “I will say, you’re pretty good for your age.”

“I’ve been getting drunk for years! If drinking was a sport, Marble and I would be gold metal champs!”

> “Aren’t you two like…fifteen?”

“Marbles, fifteen. I’m a year older than her.”

> “My dad wasn’t kidding. Your family really is trashy.”

"Say you."

> “I do say.” He chuckled 

> I went between his legs and rode my hoof over his flaccid penis

> “Pinkie, no.” He said pushing my hoof away

"Why not?"

> "Because your mother wouldn't like it."

"Mom doesn't like anything. Come on Pizza, let's have some fun!"

> "Pinkie, I know you think this is what you want. But it isn't. I don't want your first time to be with a pony who doesn't feel the same way."

"Pizza, you're the first stallion I've seen in months…Who isn't my dad. And I really want to try."

> "You'll have your chance. But for now you'll just have to wait. I'm sure your mom will find you an amazing stallion. If you waste your first time on a pony who doesn’t love you, you’ll always have a negative opinion of sex.”

"I doubt it. And my moms too focused on Maud and Limestone to give Marble and I a second thought."

> He kissed me on the forehead and wrapped himself up in his blanket 

> "Goodnight, Pinkie."

> I sighed and went to bed

> When I woke up the next morning he was gone….

> I want to leave the farm more than ever now 

> My parents have their talons in everything we do and I'm growing too old and too sick of this unfair relationship.



Derpy:

> I took a short nap on the table after the spa ponies left 

> My head stopped hurting and and I felt like myself again

> Aloe was right, something strange did happen

> My thoughts were a mess and I couldn't think straight

> I'm glad that horrible effect wore off. I never want to feel that dumb ever again…

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"And then they said I had the best milk they ever had!" I cheered 

> "I told you that, silly! Now hold still!"

> Coco was measuring my bust with a piece of measuring tape. Unlike Rarity she was taking her time and writing down my exact measurements.

“So, what's your first idea Coco?”

> “Oh! I have SO many great ideas I want to try on you!”
“Okay!....But don’t make it too expensive.”
> She staggered backwards a couple steps 
> “You think I’m gonna charge you? Muffins, it's an honor to be doing this at all! Your figure is the pinnacle of perfection!”

“I..It is??”
> “Of course! I mean…You could always gain a couple more pounds…But we can work on that later. For now, just hold still!!”

> She did a couple more measurements and pulled out a sketchbook,
> Coco started drawing, looking between me and the paper
> When she was done she smiled and got straight to work 

> “This will be my best piece to date!” She exclaimed while going through her fabric box

“Oh! I wanna know what it is!”
> “You can only see it when it’s finished.”
“Awwww! Not even a hint?”
> “Nope! You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Okay…”

> “Let me explain something to you. You don’t pick the fashion. The fashion picks you. One does not simply wear something because they like it. It must fit your body. The body betrays most, I can see yours taking on a personality of its own…”

“I guess?”

> “I am not a “fashion designer” I see everypony as a canvas. The body is what I dress, I see your body as true beauty. I imagine that to others it's a scene to gawk at. I doubt many ponies ask how you feel about your body, hmmm?”


> “The worst ponies are always the ones you’d least expect. Designers, business ponies, princesses, spa mares…They are all under the impression they are something better than they really are.”

> “I am filth. I am nothing. I wear threadbare fabrics and pieces that reveal my flesh because that is what a young mare is taught to hold their value in. I hate it when ponies look at me, I’m clinically anxious. But I hide nothing. And neither should you!”

> In her hooves were two large googly eyes attached to a rope

> I was confused

> A knock on the hotel room door started

> “Who is it!?” Coco sang

> There was no answer 
> Instead, we heard another knock 
> “Muffins, can you grab that? It's probably just the maids. The do not disturb sign must have fallen off.”

> I skipped to the door and opened it
> To my surprise it wasn't a cleaning mare, but three white earth ponies with blonde manes each dressed in strange fashions.

> The mare in the middle had black leather stockings covered in yellow buckles
> The One to her left was a filly who had a green fabric saddlebag over her back, while the mare to her right wore what looked like a golden pasta strainer on her head with a bunch of wires sticking out of it.

> Maybe it's just casual Friday for the hotel staff?

“Sorry, we don’t want our room cleaned right now." 

> I went to shut the door but the mare in the middle adorning a mane style similar to my own jammed her leather stocking hoof in the doorframe.

> “Is Coco Pommel here?”

“Yep! But she’s a little busy right now making my dress. You could come back later if you like.”

> The pony with the weird looking helmet levitated a knife to my throat

> “Open the door and don’t make any sudden moves.”

> I walked backwards into the room

> “Who was at the door Muffins?” Coco called, with her back turned away from the door

> “Coco! Long time no see!”

> Cocos spun around and her face dropped

> “Aryanne!? Wha…What are you doing here?” She laughed nervously “I thought you were dead!”

> “You owe me lots of money Coco.” The mare said as she approached Coco, who was backing up into the wall

> “I thought that it was all nullified….Considering we lost the war and all….How did you even get to Equestria?”

> “We’re on a mission. But we need our funds. So pay up!”

> “I don’t have your money! I’m living in a hotel room!” She replied in an annoyed tone

> “Franz!” The mare with the colander on her head turned her attention from me

> “Knife.”

> The mare gave Aryanne her knife and removed her colander, exposing a stumpy horn which looked like it had been sawed off

> Aryanne put the knife in her hoof and jabbed it into the wall

> “Fine then! We'll talk about the money later. As of right now, we need you to do some tailoring.”

> “Kyrie. The book.”

> The smallest pony approached Aryanne and passed her a book

> “We need four of these outfits.”

> Coco began nervously reading the commission out loud

> “Magic Proof, knife proof, full body kevlar? Aryanne, this will take weeks!”

> “Oh come on Coco, you’re the best tailor we know. If anypony could make something like this it would be you.”

> “What are you planning on doing with these anyways?”

> “Why, kill the princess of course.”

> “Which one?”

> “I think you know the one.” Aryanne smiled 

> “You’ve lost your mind! You can’t kill an Alicorn! Nopony can!”

> “But she’s not a pure blood alicorn. She’s a mutt. Sure it will be difficult. But not impossible.”

> “Ary, its suicide. The best thing for ponies like us to do is lay low and move on.”

> “You speak like you’re not the victim of a nation raped by warcrimes. She took everything from us, she’s the reason we tried to get rid of those things!” She said pointing to me

“Mares with chest breasts?” I asked jiggling my teats

> “I’m not talking about your unfortunate set. Your sickness is blood deep. it's in your soul and it expresses itself through your vile culture. “Loyal strong and proud” She spat

> Look, if you don’t help us we’ll cut our ties and find somepony who will. I know of another tailor in town with a conforming coat. Sure she has a horn and a dreadful coloured mop on her head, but I’m sure she’ll help us. But you know what we do to lesser ponies."

> “No! No more innocent bloodshed, I’ll help you, just give me some time.”

> Aryannne pulled the knife from the wall

> “Well, until you do. I think we’ll make ourselves at home here. I see you even have yourself a Pegasi slave.” She gestured to me

> “We’ll be off to collect our things. See you soon Coco.”

> The mares matched out of the room

> Coco fell to the floor and started to cry


> "Muffins, I need your help. Do you know any way to make Bits in this town?”

“I guess we could sell my milk? I make lots of moey doing that.”

> “Y..You would do that for me?”

“Sure Coco. But we can’t tell anypony. We could get into lots of trouble.”

> "Thank you so much! Now all we need is a milking machine."

> "I think I know one that isn't in use right now." 

> Coco jumped up and hugged me 

> "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She cried

> I'm sure Aloe and Lotus won't mind. I have plenty of milk for everypony!



Note: This was the hardest thing I've ever tried to write.