Season 2 Episode 2: Strong, Loyal and Proud

Pinkie:

> In some ways, working for Derpy Deliveries is a blessing
> It's definitely one of the easiest jobs I've ever had…
> I can drink in the job 
> Stop for dessert
> And mess around for hours and still get paid!

> Back when Muffins worked at the post office she would constantly talk about how hard being a mail pony is and the unspoken nobility that the profession carries.
> I’ve been delivering mail for a couple weeks now, and I’m struggling to find ANYTHING of worth in this job, let alone this “nobility” She’s always talking about.

> Perhaps it's because I only make two deliveries a day. (If I'm lucky)
> It could also be because we steal our mail from the post office and paste Derpy Deliveries stickers over the post office stamps.
> Or MAYBE I don’t feel the same amount of pride that she does because I know that this entire company is a farce and we’ve all just kinda agreed to humor her.
> I think we’ve passed the point of no return with Muffins.
> Telling her this entire operation is a sham would crush her.
> I don't think anypony dares to tell Muffins the truth anymore because we've all been humoring her delusions for so long that telling her the truth would probably crush her.
> Regardless of the legitimacy of this business, she’s a dedicated little mare. I’ll give her that at least.

> But whoever told her that delivering mail is some kind of “Righteous profession” Needs a slap upside the head, because they brainwashed her something fierce
> I feel no honor, and receive no glory giving ponies their taxes

> It baffles me how Muffins constantly makes the worst possible life decisions.
> I know it's rich coming from a pony with a history cum stained in lies as mine, but seriously?  
> Opening her own mail company was the best thing she could think of with all that time off?

> She could have used her unemployment to try something completely new and interesting. 
> But instead she committed herself to delivering mail like it's her life's purpose.
> If she needed direction she could always look to her cutie mark
> Celestia knows what the heck a cutie mark consisting of bubbles means, but she should console in that if she needs direction because being a delivery pony doesn’t seem to be in the cards for her.

> The only ponies still using Derpy Deliveries are Applejack and the Cakes.
> Two customers is Hardly a market, and swinging by either of their houses is enough to keep her only delivery mare (me) loaded off her flank.
> I don't mind delivering to Applejack when Dash isn't around but the Cakes are an entirely different story. 
> After what I did to their business, marriage and sanity I try to stay as far away from Sugar Cube Corner as possible.

> Sometimes when Muffins is feeling especially bored she will accompany me on my deliveries
> “Buddy Delivery” Is what she calls it 
> Those are the worst days….
> "Pinkie….Is it just me, or does Twilight have bigger boobs than usual?" She asked 
> Seriously? She thinks I didn't notice?
> Wow! Great observation Muffins!
> For the love of Equestria, how did my life lead to this?

> I guess we really are just a couple poor choices away from becoming cautiously tales
> My shameful past has led me down a road of complete social isolation.
> It’s sad to say, but Muffins and I share the same seat at bottom step of social stairway 
> We are fully fledged members of the ever growing club of untouchable mares 
> Pariahs Ponyville wishes to get rid of. 
> To be shunned so aggressively that we disappear like Cloudchaser.

> After the details of my blackmailing scheme became public I've been living the life of a scorned, unwelcome creature who wanders the streets of town receiving no common courtesy or welcoming smiles.
> Just as Muffins is the crazy clutz of Ponyville. I've become the blighted whore of Ponyville.
> And it’s all my fault.


>Because of my crippled social status I was forced to take this foolish job.
> Nobody trusts me to keep my hoofs anymore and they all keep me at legs length.
> I've become very well acquainted with Muffins through my employment and I’m slowly learning that many of the rumors surrounding her ring uncomfortably true.
> She isn’t  bright mare 
> And while I've always known this, working with her closely has exposed me to her most distasteful traits.

> All I'll say about Muffins is that if she was a bird, she'd be a carrier pigeon.
> A fat, mindless, gray dove who survives on junk food burdening ponies with taxes, advertisements, grief, love and hate strapped to her back without thought.
> Delivery mares are always the harbingers of bad news.
> Another reason why she isn't very popular.

> Muffin's is slower than the average pony. 
> Incredibly distractible, holds strange/borderline dangerous beliefs and most importantly, my new best friend
> She's simple, poorly washed and seems to lack understanding of reality
> She's also annoying and doesn't seem to be aware of just how peculiar she comes off to everypony else.
 
> But with that said, she's not the worst boss in the world
> In fact, She's very friendly and sociable.
> But helping her write reports and reminding her to pay me is annoying

> She's gotten better at keeping track of things once she started writing her to-do lists in her tits, but sometimes her boobs are covered in so much marker I don't know how she can even read them!
> And as the milk flows and she starts to sweat, the ink washes away leaving her breasts looking like cursed Rorschach tests. 

> I'm patient, and she’s ultimately benign despite how strange she is. 
> So we get along great most days.
> But when I'm in an especially bad mood (like today) she's hard to tolerate.
> Muffins has been following me like a puppy dog since we left the library
> Trailing behind me with a marker between her gums, doodling over her clevage 

> "Pinkie?"
> I turned and saw her staggering to catch up in her milk soaked bra 
> Her bras are saturated in milk at all times
> So much so, that anypony with vision even as poor as hers can see through the fabric.  

> My eyes locked onto her chest
> Even after all this time, I can’t stop staring at those two ever leaking, balls of mushy fat beneath her chin.
> The threadbare fabric had molded Around her nipples leaving nothing to the imagination
> I could even see her veins.
> Swollen meandering arteries traveling along her compressed bust pulsated
> It looked very uncomfortable
> If the purpose of these outfits are to hide her boobs, they were doing an awful job.

> "Did I pay you yesterday?" She asked with the marker stuffed between her teeth 
"No, you forgot again."
> "Oh, sorry." She sighed
> I watched as she scribbled "Pay Pinkie" over her left breast next to a poorly drawn cartoon heart 
> When she was finished, she stuck the marker in her cleavage and trotted gaily by my side 


> “Pinkie, do you think Twilight likes me?"
> Oh no
> Not this again
> "Because I REALLY like her."
"So you've said"
> "Do you think Twilight and I….Do you….Would we make good…. Special some ponies?"
"Probably not." I replied shortly 

> She sighed and went quite for a moment, looking distraught 
> After about thirty seconds she spoke again in a worried tone
> “Pinkie, do you think it's normal to love your special somepony, but not really…"like" them?”
“Muffins, I don’t even know what that means.”
> “It's like…It's like….Hmmmmm?"
> She began tapping her hoof to her chin looking deep in thought

> “Have you ever had a special somepony that you really liked, but the more time you spend with them the more they get on your nerves? But being with them is better than being alone, so you keep up a charade of happiness to avoid feeling lonely. And you wake up feeling exhausted every morning, dreaming that you could just be truly happy again?”
> After her poorly communicated monologue, she shot me a nervous smile and began sweating
> Her teats began expelling milk at a faster rate than usual causing ripples to run down her bra.
> This is my life now.
“Muffins, What the fuck are you talking about?”

> She started to turn red and her eye darted in every direction.
> Her other eye drifted around like a die in a magic eight ball
> I sometimes wonder if I shook her head hard enough my fortune would appear in her eye
> This was a joke of course
> Her brain is already scrambled enough. 
> I don’t need to add to her brain damage.

> She pressed her teeth into her bottom lip and began muttering to herself
> “Maybe I said too much…” She hushed “Why do I keep saying things I regret?”
> She started tapping her hoof to her head in frustration 

> I'm far too hungover for this…
> We Continued to walk through town 
> She muttered to herself behind me the entire time
> As we went on our way I dropped some of my fresh off the press business cards into random mailboxes
> It was an advertisement for a cheap escort service I decided to start around a week ago.
> But sadly, it hasn't yielded any customers regardless of how cheap I sell myself or how much I spam the town with my obnoxious, yet titillating junk mail.
> It’s demeaning, and way less satisfying both sexually and financially than my previous scheme.
> but I was running out of options and Derpy Deliveries isn’t going to get me out of the library with how poorly my pay is
> And I'm NEVER going to get laid in this tacky mailmare uniform.
> I started this escort service out of sexual necessity just as much I did financial

> I haven't had sex since the party and my hormones are going crazy!
> Both Unicorns and Pegasi joke about Earth Pony sex practices.
> They think we're just “easy” or “primitive.”
> The truth is, Earth ponies are very sexual creatures who need sexual release at least once a day or they are at risk of "Sex Deprivation Syndrome"
> I can already feel myself in the throes of the nasty condition
> My pussy is burning like an iron and my clit is peeking through my meat curtains like it's performing a cursed, never ending puppet show.

> My lips have grown thick and inflamed while sex fluids constantly soak my marehood leaving it slick and humid
> Evolutionarily, this is a tactic the body uses to signal nearby ponies that I'm open and available.
> It's an extremely uncomfortable state that causes me to wiggle my rump in fitful circles and feel the constant urge to grid my sex on almost anything.
> I’ve felt this urge only grow stronger by the day and I'm sometimes finding myself looking at Muffins with lust!
> I hope I never get so desprate that I go down on her
> Earth Ponies, Pegasi don’t agree on hardly anything 
> But There's an adage among all ponies wich all agree:
> “Don’t rut crazy ponies.”
> I think this is good advice, but I think that if ponies took that wisdom to heart I would probably NEVER get laid.

> I bet with an ass like hers she fucks like a yak
> Rough, hard and fast
> Stupidly strong and unstoppable once she’s in the throes of an orgasm.
> The things I’d do to her….


> I wish I could keep these thoughts at bay, but I’m hornier than ever and couple with the social isolation, the curse Trixe has casted over me has only further hindered my attempts of getting laid.
> I don't blame anypony for not wanting to bed me anymore
> The six fleshy teats riding down my belly, strung together like sideways udders make even myself flinch whenever I’m forced to look at them
> They’re clammy, pale, make pussies dry up and penises flaccid faster than Cheerilee explaining her life story on a first date.
> They don’t even produce milk! So they’re essentially useless balls of flesh dangling like wet socks below my belly.
> I can feel the milk sloshing inside them as they grow, but I can’t seem to force it out no matter what I try!
> And when you’re up at three in the morning using a rolling pin to try and press milk from your tits, you know you’re desperate.
> But if I could find a way to make them produce I would probably yield more milk than any mare who’s ever lived! And in this market I would be rolling in Bits! 


> As I distributed my cards into random mailboxes, alleyways and washrooms I could tell Muffins was growing annoyed. 
> I was taking longer than usually did, and this detour through the poorer parts of town was clearly making her nervous.
> She can glare at me all she likes!
> I'm starved for sex and I needed to make some serious bits if I'm going to keep Marbles strange eating disorder at bay.

> As we passed by a group of homeless, Muffins began following uncomfortably close and began bumping into my rump when she wasn’t paying attention.
> After planting her face into my butt and stepping on the backs of my hooves more times than I can tolerate I spun around and placed my hooves over her cheeks and using every fiber of my being to keep calm, I confronted her.

"Muffins, please. Why are you following me?" 
> "I don't know….You’re nice….” she muttered 
> I lowered my hooves and dug them into my mailbag, fumbling through the mess of miscellaneous garbage in search of my pint sized bottle of whiskey 
> It’s gonna be one of THOSE days
> I can feel it

> “The thing is…I’m having trouble understanding…Like…How do I be happy in a relationship?”
> I paused my search and felt the last of my patience drain like a balloon slowly losing air.
“Is this about Fluttershy?” I sighed 

> She ruffled her feathers and looked down at the ground 
> Oh great.
> Here we go…
> three
> two
> one…
> "Yesterday, Fluttershy blamed me! It's her turn to do the dishes! But she thinks it’s MY turn! I can’t stand how bossy she can be! Y…Y…You know what!? I'm just gonna let them soak until she does them! I've never done the dishes in my life and I never will!" She cried 
> I threw my hoof over my eyes and cringed at her lack of basic hygiene.

> She goes on about Fluttershy often, and her moaning always makes me sick.
> She could be dating Mr. Perfect himself and would still find something to whine about! 
> It's always “Fluttershy did this!” or “Fluttershy said that!”
> Muffins doesn’t seem to understand that a relationship is a two way street
> She thinks she can just carry herself like she always has
> Muffins doesn’t realize that relationships take commitment and change is a necessity for the happiness of both ponies.
> Instead, she continues to Shake off all responsibilities, wallow in self pity and whine like she always has.

> I’m not a dating expert, but even my relationship with Dash (as dysfunctional as it was) lasted a couple years before deteriorating like Muffins and Fluttershys has in little over a month. 
> Breaking up may have been what was the best for Rainbow and I.
> But I feel like their relationship can still be salvaged with a little “third party intervention”
> Muffins needs to realize that she can't keep living in her safe, childlike delusions
> I’m sick of all the nonsense she spews
> I’m sick of how everypony coddles her ridiculous worldview!
> You know what?
> It’s time for a third party intervention…


> “I keep trying to tell her to stop worrying about stuff like cleaning! So what if the house is a little messy and smells kinda weird? After a while you get used to it! I didn’t think Fluttershy was such a stick in the mud! What have I gotten myself into!? I feel like I’m gonna….”
“Muffins!" I snapped
> She went silent and started to look a little embarrassed about her outburst.
"You love Fluttershy right?”
> “Y…yeah….I guess….Like….It’s just that…she can be SO bossy!”
> I threw my hoof between the bridge of my snout fighting the urge to say something I know I'll regret….

> Fuck it 
“Listen Muffins, a mare like you is never going to find a pony better than Fluttershy. I’ve tried being patient but I can’t stand listening to you complain about her EVERYDAY. She may have the proportions of a fucking giraffe, and she may be a little overprotective. But she’s WAY out of your league. If I were you, I would stop whining and just do the fucking dishes.”

> “Pinkie…I…Didn’t mean it like that I just…”
> She threw her hoof over her twitching pouted lips
> Her eyes were glossy and growing damp
> She looked like she was about to cry any second
> “Don’t cry…Pegasi don’t cry…” She repeated between whimpers
> For the love of cake…. 
> Muffins needs a “Fragile: Handle with care” stickers slapped across her cheek because the slightest thing can break her into a thousand pieces and leave her a sopping mess.
> Of course she’ll never let herself cry
> This “Pegasi don’t cry thing” Has stunted her emotionally and damaged how she manages stress
> Again, like everypony she’s close with
> I began to pity her. 

> I put my hoof around her neck 
“Look Muffins, I’m sorry. But can you go one day without complaining about your life? I’m essentially homeless, trying to make enough money to move out of my friends library all while taking care of my sister. And on top of that, I'm on the brink of a heat driven psychosis. You moaning about doing chores just isn't appropriate right now.”

> “Oh…I see…I understand P…Pinkie…I’m sorry…”
> She hung her head and stared at the ground 
> Great, I made the weird pony depressed 
> Now I feel bad
> Muffins isn’t a bad pony, she’s just very misguided and confused 
> I don't know what Fluttershy sees in her, but that's not for me to understand.
> Love is a strange magic

> “Maybe…I just need a change in routine…? I….I don’t know…love isn’t what I thought it would be….”
“What did you expect?”
> “I don’t know…Like magic…. ? In my books all the characters seem so happy when they fall in love…But honestly…I think it has something to do with our sex life…It’s just not exciting.”
> Spoken like a true Earth Pony….
> NOW she was speaking my language.

“Well, I’ve been taking dick and licking pussy on a regular basis since high school and only truly loved one mare in my entire lifetime. But lack of connection never stopped me from having fun. I don't know what this magical feeling you're looking for is, but I'm confident that's it's probably all in your head."

> “You're probably right….I hate my stupid brain."
"Okay, quit being hard on yourself."
> She wiped her nose and sniffled 
> "Could you maybe show us how to get better at sex?”
> I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now…

"You want me to teach you how to have sex?"
> I'm at a loss for words 
> To this day I still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that she even has sex
> Even hearing her say the word feels weird
> She’s not the type I imagined would even want to have sex
> I see her as more of a snuggly, tea party with stuffed animals, hugs and kisses kinda mare.

> I can’t even imagine her orgasming 
> Not that I ever wanted to, but in my head I've always wondered if her eyes would somehow "reset" at the peak of an orgasm.
> Recently, due to my heat and closeness with her I’ve been thinking about fucking her
> But that's me.
> I like to imagine Muffins doesn’t think of such things.

> I guess it’s not below me to take some bits off Muffins to help her get better at licking pussy.
> If I hadn’t hit rock bottom yet, I surely have now.
“Yeah, I can teach you how to fuck. But it’ll cost ya.”

> She nodded and her boobs jiggled a bit 
> “I have bits…I just…The thing is…Whenever Fluttershy and I fu-….I mean..M..Make love…She licks my…Ummm…You know.”
“Cunt?”
> She jerked back in shock and turned red
> Her nipples shot milk like a firehouse for a second then returned to dribbling pace
> “Y..Yeah…My marehood…It used to feel SO good…but now whenever I look between my legs and she’s licking me I see her and I freeze up. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with weird feelings. I see a pony who was once there slowly turning into another pony and it scares me."
> I closed my eyes and nodded respectfully 
“I know what you mean.”
> I have no idea what she means

> “Pinkie, you’re good at sex. You’ve probably had more sex than anypony!”
“Thanks?”
> “Don’t mention it.” She sniffled
“Soooo, what do you want? A sex ed lesson?”
> Her ears shot up and she nodded
> “Honestly Pinkie, I think that would be a good start because I don't even know how it's supposed to work between us. Neither of us have a desire to dominate the other despite being Pegasi. And even being intimate for an entire month, neither of us know what to do. Like this morning, Fluttetshy was trying to talk dirty but I know once we get into bed we're just going to fumble around awkwardly. Even though we've made love a number of times something is missing….Like we're doing something wrong."

 > I may not be a relationship counselor, but it sounds like the two of them are struggling with some major communication issues.
> Watching my two most awkward friends grinding their pussies together was never on my bucket list, but for the right price I think I can stomach it.

"Okay Muffins, I can help you out. But I want a raise of…Let's say, fifty bits?"
> "Okay." She nodded “I can maybe do that.”
> Wow 
> It sounds like they might need a financial counselor too. 
> She just agreed to my first offer without even negotiating!
> I really need the Bits, but I can't rip her off like that. 
> Money is probably tight between the both of them seeing as Fluttershy is unemployed and all Muffins has for income is this silly mail service. 

"Muffins…Look…I'll do it for half the price of that offer.”
> “How much is tha-?”
“Just don't tell anypony about this.”
> "I'm so happy to have a friend like you."
> She hugged me and I felt her milk stained bra cling to my chest
> Beneath my chin the ink from her marker was beginning to run down her breasts in a thick watery ooze
> Her entire to do list had washed away
>...
> I don’t think I’m ever going to get paid.

> "Do you think Twilight would like to come too?"
> Again, I was left speechless
"Muffins, I really gotta ask. What's your infatuation with Twilight? Like, why in the world do you think she would be even SLIGHTLY interested in taking part in any of this?"
> She gasped
> "She's the prettiest pony in Equestria! She's smart, kind and motherly."
> "Motherly? Kind? Are we talking about the same Twilight?"
“I think the best thing Twilight could do for your particular problem is lend you some books on sex positions. Other than that, Twilight probably won’t be much help.”
> She nodded, but I could tell she wasn’t really listening
> Whenever Twilight was injected into the conversation I could see it in her eyes. 
>Behind that innocent little smile she was fantasizing.
> Poor Twilight….

> She wandered down the street waving goodbye leaving a trail of milk as she departed
> It was at that moment that I decided that it was finally time to fulfill my obligation to her and deliver the Cakes their mail.
> It was a quick hop back into downtown Ponyville
> Sugarcube Corner rested just a couple blocks north of city hall which was the centerpiece of town.
> As I approached the bakery I could still smell the reminisce of the Liquid Love disaster.

> The entire area was haunted by this lingering odor 
> Being around the stuff only worsened my hornyness and filled me with regret
> Remembering that night made me feel ill
> All I recall from the party is being pulled out of the building by Spike.
> We were all taken to the hospital in some kind of state

> I was covered mane to hoof in icing, cum and glitter
> If there was ever I night I could erase from my life it would be the hours between falling through the floor and waking up in the hospital 
> Earth ponies are famous for having exceptional immune systems but even I caught a couple bugs in that orgy.

> I approached their mailbox as quietly as possible
> The last thing I wanted was to grab the attention of the Cakes after dealing with Muffins for the entire morning. 
> All they ever do now is fuck and fight 
> Often at the same time.
 
> They’re held hostage by the aroma of the lingering love potions powerful pheromones
> Neither of them want to stay together anymore but are unable to think clearly long enough before getting into a screaming match or falling to the floor in lust
> The Cake twins were taken away by the state and nopony knows where they were shipped off to.
> I feel guilty whenever I come here now and often leave an anonymous letter in the mail with a couple Bits

> I’ll never be able to atone for my past, but I hope this daily act can help sooth my past transgressions.
> I only wish I could give them more
> If I ever find myself with Bits jingling in my saddlebag like they used to, I hope to dispense them here and spread the wealth to all the ponies I’ve hurt
> I may not be in prison, but I feel obligated to pay for all the damage I caused the ponies I love.
> It seems that it’s always the ponies who were foolish to love me back, end up getting hurt the most.



Fluttershy:

 > I rested my hooves along the counter and watched the bar ponies mingle
> They hollered and struck their milk foamed mugs in a celebratory fashion without purpose  
> They wore toothy grins, swaying back and forth and teetering like spinning tops on their final rotations before giving in to gravity.
> Fortunately, as much as their chairs wobbled, they never tumbled no matter how much they sang, cackled and cried 

> I never imagined I’d see the nobility of Canterlot behaving like doozy fillies on a sugar rush.
> Playing the part of adults in dress but not in maturity or decency.
> In some ways it made me feel better about myself, but mostly it just made me nervous
> These were the ponies controlling the economy 
> And they were nothing but a bunch of perverts, addicts and fools.

> At each table sat a thirty two ounce pitcher of milk 
> And every pitcher cost one hundred and twenty bits. 
> For the past month I've been watching these young, affluent ponies throw their money around the bar like it was a game.
> Stuffing a pouch of Bits into the stocking of every service mare and waitress who passed

> Buying endless rounds of milk
> Paying the service mares incredibly generous amounts of money for the most mundane errands.
> It’s almost sickening how much disposable income these trust fund ponies have.

> The loud ones carry themselves like rabid animals.
> Rowdy, obnoxious and rude
> They’ll throw pitchers, smash glass and brawl atop the tables to a cheering crowd of equally intoxicated ponies

> The quiet ones had me concerned for other reasons
> They stumbled about the place like aimless zombies in milk drunken stupors
> Or they sat alone rolling in their chairs staring blankly into space.
> It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m waiting for one of them to finally snap and do something violent in their blackout state.
> I’m trapped in a room of bullies and ghouls 
> This was the exact reason I couldn’t stand Flight School
> Now it's like I’m back there all over again, but this time the danger and absurdity has been turned up tenfold! 

> Something strange is in Muffins milk.
> Anything that makes ponies act this way isn’t normal or right and I fear we're doing more harm than good by selling it.
> Muffins milk, coupled with the recent demand of mare milk in general amongst the new, upper crust Ponyvillians has changed the entire Ponyville milk business

> The Milk Bar has benefitted the most from the milk boom and the service area has expanded to accommodate for the rising demand in ponies looking for a safe, social place to consume milk

> The seating area is the size of the average ballroom and while it was still only morning, the room was lined wall to wall with ponies who looked like they had been partying all night.
> The soundtrack to this debauchery was three ponies near the entrance plucking on bass strings, massaging piano keys and tapping skins
> They call it “jazz” 
> An import from Canterlot that all the boozers and milk chuggers seem to love
> Cigarette smoke clouded the ceiling and the offensive stench of milk, sweat and sex was in the air.

> Honestly, I’ve  always liked Muffins milk
> It packed a nice punch in my tea and tastes amazing
> But I never drank it in the copious amounts these ponies do
> Somehow, her milk has become powerful enough to turn even the most buttoned up mare into a wiry, jittering basketcase 
> Even I refrain from drinking it nowadays because it makes my heart thump like a rabbit's paw and my senses uncomfortably high.
> But it seems that everypony else can't get enough.

> The best thing to come out of this milk craze personally was secure employment.
> But even so, I’m beginning to loathe that as well as everything else Muffins milk has raptured.
> The Milk Bar used to be a calm place with a small, like minded base of ponies who I would consider more friends than customers

> Milky used to only open the Milk Bar whenever she was in town because she spent most of the year on the road selling milk across Equestria.
> She had a philosophy.
> She had a purpose.
> Her spirit was always pulling her somewhere new and exciting
> It’s something I always admired about her
> I wish I could be more like that.

> But ever since the Milk Bar became the most popular establishment in the entire market, she’s made managing it a full time job.
> Being the most successful bar in the market has led to her partnering with all kinds of ponies.
> Flim and Flam sell illegal Cider in a smaller room adjacent to us, a couple griffons run an illegal casino down the hall, Lotus and Aloe…
> Well, they’re the worst….

 > They were our competitors for a short time, but Milky decided to broker a deal with them and allowed them permission to operate their business within the walls of the milk bar.
> These two have been nothing but trouble since they moved to Ponyville.
> They're immigrants from across the Celestial Sea from a kingdom of castles far to the east of Griffonstone. 
> A backwards realm called simply known as “Prance”
> Known for their art, food, sexual openness and hybrid of inbred Unicorn and Earth Pony culture.
> It’s a repulsive place.

> Apparently, Prance was founded by a bunch of degenerate criminal ponies who fled east to escape persecution, and Celestia's degeneracy laws.
> For a thousand years the ponies of Prance have lived in a kingdom with no moral code or laws.
> A country built by Earth ponies and controlled by Unicorns with a strict “No Pegasi” Rule
> These demographic circumstances have led Prance into evolving a very strange culture
> For example, the earth ponies of Prance are equally as promiscuous as the ones in Equestria proper, but their deep ties with the unicorns, coupled with what they call “laissez faire” sex regulations have made them complete degenerates.

> Little is known about Prance in these parts. 
> But if all the mares in Prance are like Aloe and Lotus, I hope they all stay there.
> Since they arrived in Ponyville, Aloe and Lotus have been running the biggest prostitution ring in town and have done so for a long time.
> They have somehow managed to climb the political ladder to the highest elected officials of the town.

> Despite their accents, they are very good at speaking.
> I imagine that with their slippery, forked tongue, negotiating with Milky was probably as easy as (Pinkie) Pie.
> The arrangement is simple
> Their "Service mares" will serve the customers alongside the regular waitstaff
> These “Service mares” will offer “Services” in exchange for Bits.
> I deeply dislike Lotus and Aloe and we haven't had a positive interaction since the day they started working with us.

> They've slowly been converting all the waitstaff into service mares and have unfortunately been successful in recruiting almost every mare they target.
> I'm the only waitress left in the entire bar who doesn't sell herself, and they've steadily been  picking away at my dignity because of it.
> All their new rules pertaining to waitstaff have inched me closer into a lifestyle I don't think highly of.
> My position as a dignified waitress and milk mare is one new rule away from becoming a full on prostitution job.
> They’ve made it mandatory for all waitresses to get physical with the customers
> And stripping has become a requirement.
> I like to be a tease, but flashing my marebit to strangers for Bits is a little much… 
 > It’s unfortunate that so many mares in town have turned to prostitution.
> After everypony found out what Pinkie was doing behind closed doors many mares simply left their significant others and started a new life.
> Many came to Milky, Aloe and Lotus looking to make Bits after seeing how much money Pinkie was making.
> Some just want the opportunity to explore themselves
> Others are here because all their finances were tied to their stallion and are basically destitute. 

> It's all well and good for those mares, but I've become trapped.
> My contract is now split between Milky and the depraved spa ponies 
> I now have three bosses to answer to and each are constantly demanding I stretch myself thinner everyday or I risk getting fired
> I have a feeling that I know too much for them to simply let me go.
> Same goes for Muffins
> Whether she knows it or not, what little I’ve told her about the milk business is probably still too much for the spa ponies comfort and she’ll be on the chopping block right after me if any of this breaks or I get fired.

> Across the room, I watched the service mares earn their keep
> They all wore clothes that left little to the imagination and had their rates written on either their face, belly, or cutie mark.

> Berry Punch is a mare who has her rates written on her left butt cheek
> She was sitting on a stallions lap a couple tables down from the bar grinding her rump over a jubilant stallions crotch in large circles
> She’s been working for Aloe and Lotus for a long time now.
> Her constant slipping in and out of sobriety has guaranteed Lotus and Aloe a consistent employee 

> I could tell she had fallen off the wagon again
> Her tongue was drooping over her bottom lip as she grinned vacantly
> Her pupils, the size of eight balls under sleepless eyelids.
> Poor mare.

> I watched her and the other service mares do this everyday
> They all had different strategies 
> Grinding, kissing and touching genitals over clothing were all brazen attempts to get ponies behind the red curtain
> Most were more subtle though
> Adorning sultry tones and ordering strong drinks for potential customers seemed to work just as well.


> I turned away from Berry and looked to my left.

> Near the corner of the counter a few paces away Amethyst was rubbing her hoof through another mares chest fur, inching her face into the nervous mares personal space and adorning a calm, inviting posture 
> I lifted my ear and listened in
> “You’re really cute.” Amethyst giggled “What are you doing here all alone? Don't you have friends?"
> The mare was a pale, awkward looking pony with a red mane styled similar to Twilights 

> “I needed to get out…And no, I don’t have friends. I don't need friends. But I needed to get out. You see, it’s my Unicorn time of the month, but I have no pony to copulate with up in Canterlot. I heard about this place and well…Now I'm here.” 
> “We all need friends. I can be your friend if you like” Amethyst replied twirling her mane around her hoof

> The mare looked frightened, yet curious
> “You can?”
> Amethyst nodded and pointed to her cheek
> The mares eyes opened wide and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor
> “You’ll do all that for twenty bits!?” The mare asked
> Amethyst nodded “Oh yeah, I’ll be all yours.”
> The mare's eyes darted around the room and she looked uneasy
> But like always, it didn’t take long for the two to begin snuggling over a shared barstool.

> I watched out of morbid curiosity
> I didn’t like what I was seeing, but I couldn’t turn away
> I feel like as the Milk Bar marches deeper into this dark chapter somepony with a sober mind needs to remember everything that happens here, lest history ever repeat itself.
> Amethyst took control of the sheepish mare, placing her hooves over her shoulders and dragging her in for a kiss.
> They swapped spit for a couple minutes before disappearing behind the heavily guarded red curtain skipping and holding hooves the entire time.
> I just sighed

> Amethyst was always such a good mare….
> She had a stallion friend, a job, a filly and a nice home
> Now she's selling herself for milk money.

> I can’t help but feel responsible for all of this
> Milk used to be a niche fetish
> It was underground and taboo
> Nopony, not even the ponies of Ponyville with their giant breasts drank milk for sexual pleasure, enjoyment or curiosity
> It’s simply not something ponies did.

> Muffins milk has changed that
> Everything I love is doomed because I let her milk spill out into an unprepared world
> What has been done cannot be undone
> Something I'm reminded of everyday.
> Story of my life for the past month….
> Even when I try to fix things it's pointless.


> Milky and the spa ponies have weekly meetings
> I'm the only employee allowed to sit in on these meetings because I'm Milkys most trusted associate.
> But whenever I offer input it's clear that nopony in the room really cares about what I have to say.
> I tell them how I feel about recruiting mares from town and how getting them addicted to Muffins milk before hiring them as service mares is unethical.
> I tell them how the milk is changing the ponies who drink it for the worst and how we should set drink limits.

> But they don't care.
> Ever since the Spa ponies wormed into Milkys ear all she wants to do is grow the business 
> I know the spa mares want to get rid of me.
> I don't keep it a secret how I feel about them, or how poorly I think they've been running the business.

> Because of our friction, Lotus and Aloe have been giving me all sorts of work beyond my pay grade 
> These jobs put my flank on the line and I think they're just hoping I get arrested.
> For instance, A couple weeks ago they strapped milk bottles around my barrel and sent me on a delivery across town.
> Last week she had me sneak into Filthy Riches house in the middle of the night to look for “plans” 

> The Spa ponies are very concerned about what Filthy Rich is doing, as is everypony else.
> It's become obvious to everypony in the Old Ponyville market that FREE (Filthy Rich, Equestria Enterprises) is running a black market subsidiary company selling sex toys, pornography, drugs and Mare Milk.

> Though, we don't know the details and speaking publicly about "hearsay" could lead to lots of legal consequences.
> What's interesting about Mr. Rich is that he doesn’t operate in the Old Ponyville Market like all the other businesses, and he is very particular about who he hires and does business with.
> Mr. Rich has a very small operation at the moment, but the spa mares are worried about what he’ll do when he decides to expand.
> At this point, I could care less about what happens to the Milk Bar.
> The fun's over
> I’m here out of obligation for my life and nothing more. 

> Their is only one issue to Lotus and Aloe more pressing than Mr. Rich
> Recently, the Spa ponies have grown worried about Mayor Mares allegiance 
> They fear she may begin breaching agreements now that Celestia has ordered all towns in Equestria to begin cracking down on degeneracy laws like “the good old days”

> Through all this talk, Milkys power trip/paranoia has worsened and she’s become a background character in her own business.
> She believes that she can buy her way out of any problem and is becoming increasingly distracted, greedy and mean.
> She doesn't talk about her passion for milk, her adventurous spirit tugging on her physical body or the art of mixing mare milk into food anymore.
> instead, she spends most of her days alone in office drinking Muffins milk until her eyes roll into the back of her head and she’s foaming thick white bubbles from the mouth.
> Muffins milk has proven to be not only dangerously potent, but highly addictive…

> Muffins and I aren't married yet, but we have already taken our vows and I intend to take them very seriously.
> Muffins was doing a crossword when we did them, but she assured me she was taking it with, and I quote:
> “Utmost seriousness do you know a six letter word for tree bearing fruit?” 

> Because of our vows, I've stopped sleeping with Milky, but I think Milky is upset about my decision .
> I told her that I would remain monogamous once we got together, but she just doesn't listen!
> Her and Muffins are very similar in that way.
> I knew that living with Muffins would be hard, but everything we do has to be an argument!
> I love Muffins with all my heart but she’s so difficult to talk to sometimes.
> And I can't stand the names she calls me!
> Flutterboss
> Mommyshy 
> FlUtter Annoyance 

> I just want to help! But she can make it so difficult sometimes
> And don’t even get me started on the mess!
> I’ve lived with racoons less messy than her!
> I haven't done laundry, bathed, slept comfortably or exercised in a month 
> I feel like I’m in the worst shape of my life and I’m at the point where I’m beginning to think my health is affecting my milk.
> My milk used to be the most coveted in the market
> But now I’m just a “sexy waitress” who doesn't put out and occasionally gets milk requests from the lower class customers because her milk taste “Stale”
> Again, I blame myself…

> I haven't been in the best of spirits recently 
> When she's sober enough to begin taking control again, Milky has been controlling my diet and giving me all kinds of medicines that make me feel nauseous and fog my brain.
> Meanwhile, I’m still having trouble adjusting to Muffins lifestyle
> I think we may be in our first relationship rut but I’m not worried
> True love always wins in the end!
> I just can’t wait to get home and give her a night she’ll never forget!
> I can’t wait to see her face when she sees how far I’m willing to go to please her!



> From the right side of the bar Rainy Days came strutting around the counter with a dopey smile 
> She had sacks of Bits dangling from her fishnets stockings below her shockingly low rates scribbled across her cutie mark 
> She opened the register, threw some bits inside and walked to the far side of the bar
> She connected a long tube attached to the milking device
> She placed the tube over her teat, flicked the on switch and the machine began to hum

> Her milk started traveling up the tube and began to pour into a pitcher, which rested under a hose shaped nozzle connected to the machine.
> “Hey Fluttershy, how's it going?” she asked 
> I sighed and stared down at my hooves 
"I want to go home. All I’m looking forward to today is spending some pillow time with my best friend, but the day just keeps dragging."

> She began to laugh 
> “How's that wacky delivery service of hers going?”
"I don't know. She never tells me anything anymore. I assume it's going okay I guess."
> “Is AP still working there?”
"AP? Oh! Yeah Appointed Rounds is still with us. I believe she's on the night shift now."

> She began laughing again, this time her laughter was so uncontrollable she was wiping tears from her eyes 
> "Poor Appointed Rounds! With her experience she could run her own post office!"
"Yeah…"
> I continued staring down at my hooves.
> Some days I’m too exhausted to look anypony in the in the eye
> Some days I wish I was a ghost
> I definitely feel like a ghost 
> But instead of haunting ponies with chains and howling, I make them feel uncomfortable with my vacant spaced out staring and unnerving silence 
> I don’t get invited to many parties…

> "You seem sad? What's up?"
> With all my courage I looked her dead in the eye

"If you really want to know, Muffins hasn't been the same recently. I know she's still upset about her house, it’s no secret that she cared about it deeply. But I thought I could help her get through the grief. She just seems so sad and distant now, and I don't know if it's me or if it's her. I'm not feeling like myself anymore either. All I want to do is talk with her like we used to but I don't know if we can anymore. Tonight I'm planning to give her the best night of her life then maybe she'll finally be happy again. Sometimes it feels like my path of good intentions has been trampled by all my mistakes and no matter how hard I try I'll never be an altruist, because I'm a greedy mare who wants things she probably doesn't deserve. Like the animal sanctuary I've always dreamed of, or the confidence to refuse those who I know deep down want to hurt me, or a mare-friend who can stand me longer than a month without getting tired of emotionally supporting me. I’m trying to be accommodating with her because this is a big change for both of us. But I'm too scared to put my hoof down and too dependent to let her go. I wish she could see how much I care for her.”

> I turned back to Rainy Days who was scratching her head looking puzzled
> "Who's Muffins?"
> My eyes fell back to my hooves 
"Nopony….It doesn't matter." I sighed, feeling more defeated than ever.

> She walked towards me, straining the tube with each step.
> She nudged my shoulder and shot me a mischievous smile 
> “Well, if you're looking for something to relax your anxious mind, there's a customer at table sixteen. They've been asking for you."

> I rolled my eyes 
"Coco?"
> She shrugged "I don't know her name. She’s just been asking for you."
"I don't know if I can handle her right now."
> "Well, I suggest you go over there and see what she wants. Aloe and Lotus are watching." She whispered 
> She returned to the machine, switched it off and pulled the tube from her teat.
> She collected the pitcher of her milk and trotted merrily into the crowd.

> I sighed and stared deeply at my reflection in one of the shiny milk barrels 
> I guess I should earn my keep, even though I'm not in the mood.
> I adjusted my plastic cow horns, pulled up my cow print socks, grabbed a menu and made my way the far corner of the room
> After pushing through the crowd I saw Coco sitting alone at a table fidgeting with her hooves with her back against the wall
> Just as I predicted

> Coco is a weird mare
> And I don't say that lightly
> She’s a fashion designers apprentice in Manehattan and a familiar face in the fetish scene
> Just about everything gets her off and she attends every type of fetish meetup from Manhattan to Las Pegasus
> Despite having more fetishes than a Pinkie has sexual partners, she's not a floozy, in fact, she's actually very reserved. 
> But she's also the type who spends more than she makes and most of her Bits are from her parents doling her Bits every month 

> I dropped a menu on the table 
“Hey Coco, what are you doing in Ponyville?”
> “Can you sit down for a moment? I’d like to talk.” She asked scanning the room while rubbing her hooves together anxiously
> Coco always spoke like she was out of breath and constantly fidgeted with her hooves
> She carries a constant nervous energy no matter where she is or what she’s doing
> But to be fair, I would be anxious too if I was spending every waking moment of my life trying to keep a hundred different fetishes a secret.
> I pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. How are things in Manehatten?”
> “Complicated.” She replied looking around the room nervously
> “Fluttershy, I need a place to stay, I’m running out of Bits and Manehatten has become way too expensive.”
“Too expensive? Coco, you buy fabrics that are more expensive than my house!”
> “I’m sorry Fluttershy, I truly am, but you’re my only hope, please just let me stay with you for a couple weeks.”
> A couple weeks!?
> Something fishy is going on here.
> Coco must have thousands of friends in Manehatten willing to share an apartment 
> Why would she travel across the country to ask ME for a place to stay away from her work, family and friends? What's with the desperation?
> It doesn’t make sense.

“Coco, It’s not that I would mind having you stay with me. But I’m having some troubles of my own right now and I don’t think you’re giving me the full story.”
> She exhaled and looked down and away
> “Well, if you must know. A certain fetish of mine has become public knowledge and ponies have been talking.”
“Coco, you’re going to have to be more specific. You have more fetishes than anypony I’ve ever met.”

> “I really don’t want to say…”
“Is it the butt stuff?”
> “Goodness, no!”
“The thing with the balloons?”
> “No….”
“You’re still not letting ponies pee on are you, right?”
> “No!…Well, yes….But that's not what got me in trouble”
> As I listed off some fetishes she became increasingly more embarrassed
> Eventually, I ran out of fetishes and decided to give up
“Well gee Coco, what could ponies know about you that's worse than anything I’ve already mentioned?”

> She looked around around the room and leaned in close
> She cupped her mouth with her hooves and whispered 
> “You know…The one about me…And the fillies..”
> I started at her blankly 
> “I told you about this! don’t you remember? I wanted to buy a filly from a black market and use her as my….”
“Stop.”
> “It’s just a minor fantasy of mine!”
“Yeah…” I said, rolling my eyes, “I don’t want to hear it.”
> “Some of my personal drawings got out and now everypony in the fetish community and even ponies at my work know about it. When my parents found out they stopped sending me money. I really need a place to stay while this blows over.”
“Coco, I’d love to, but now really isn’t a good time. Me and my special somepony are having a rough time now and I don’t think I can handle the stress of another pony under my roof.”
> “You can’t just leave me like this! We’re milk buddies”

“Coco, it sounds to me like you wanna diddle fillies.”
> “I don’t! It’s just a fantasy! Just like your fantasy of owning an animal sanctuary! I’m never gonna do it!”
> I can’t believe this
> Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any worse Coco comes into my life like a hurricane to complicate things further
> I don’t want to help her, but at the same time I can’t just leave her homeless.
> I mean, We all have fantasies…I guess?

> I reached into my saddlebag and passed her fifty Bits.
> “Okay, here’s some money. I suggest you go find a hotel in Ponyville and keep your head down. If you need any more Bits, come see me at the cottage.”
> She hugged me tightly 
> “I always knew you were a great friend.”
> “Thanks.” I replied patting her backside

> she peeled herself off of me and she shot me a smile
> The good news had changed her demeanor completely 
> Though, she was still speaking in her usual anxious, breathy voice 
> “By the way, who’s this new flame you’re dating? I’d love to meet her.”
“Actually, you know that pony I’ve always talked about? Muffins? Well she and I are living together now.”
> “That's amazing news! You MUST invite me over sometime and we can have some tea.”
> Having tea with Coco was the last thing I wanted to do
“Sounds like a plan!” I nodded 

> “Great!” 
> I stood up about to leave but she grabbed my hoof 
> I sat back down and she began massaging my hoof
> “Just one more thing. Can I grab some milk? You Ponyville mares have the best milk and yours is second to none!”
> For some reason I wasn’t offended by this request
> It was good to hear from a pony not under the glamor of Muffins highly potent, sugar milk
> Coco sounded like she was completely broke so I wasn’t expecting any payment 
> I’m going to do this out the kindness of my heart
> I untucked my left breast from my bra and she slowly crept under the table

> Her head popped between my legs
> The red and white checkerboard tablecloth rested over her head like a hood
> She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
> “You know, if I had boobs like you Ponyville mares I’d be a milk mare too.”
> I laughed and inched her head into my nipple
“Drink up Coco.” I chuckled, “This milk will refresh you after your long travel.”
> She cupped her lips around my teat and began to suck
> She sucked in a slow rhythm, pull my teat towards her before letting go
> My teat snap back and jiggle 

> She swallowed a mouthful of milk
> “You know, I’ve always had a fetish for being a milkmare…I just don’t have the factories.”
> She put my teat back in her mouth and began to suck
“You have a fetish for everything!” I giggled “You should to stick to fashion. You’re honestly really good at it.”
> Coco rolled her eyes
> “Now you’re just being nice.” She said with my teat still in her mouth
“I’m serious! You’re an amazing designer, you just need to make things less…Provocative.”
> She pulled her mouth off my nipple and began to laugh
> “I’m telling you Fluttershy, I’m just ahead of the times! Even the ponies in Manehatten think I’m a little much, but they’ll come around. I think my new line of clothing would definitely be more accepted here though. I’m not the best in practice but my ideas are good.”

> Coco definitely has some wires crossed in her noggin 
> But her passion for art rivals even Rarity’s
> The only problem with her designs are that they aren’t anything a pony would ever want to wear in public
> They're way too revealing….
> What's the point of buying clothes you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in?
> Coco sealed her lips around my nipple and began stimulation my teat with slow circular tongue movements 

> Whenever she swallowed her grip tighten around my nipple 
> I could feel the milk sloshing in her mouth, and hear her throat bulging 
> She filled her mouth with copious amounts of milk until her cheeks swelled 
> Each before strained gulp elicited a loud swallowing noises
> Between swigs she would moan, 
> Despite how full her mouth was she stared up at me with her bright blue eyes
> Her mouth was sealed to my breast
> She nodded her head back and forth slowly 

> I leaned back into my chair and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation
> “This doesn’t mean anything.” I purred “This is my job…This isn’t sex.”
> I felt her nodded her head in agreement

> After a couple minutes, she withdrew her lips from my teat and my milk began to drain onto the floor.
> She took one last large gulp and exhaled blissfully 
> “You know what Fluttershy? As long as you keep letting me suck on these glorious udders I’ll be a happy mare till the end of my days.”
> I’ve always liked Coco for that
> We both share a genuine passion for milk.
> Unlike these other ponies who only like Muffins milk because it gets them loaded 
> In many ways we are the same, Coco is just far more extreme in what she’s willing to try and enjoy.
> I wish I had the opportunity to visit her more, but travel always takes its toll in one way or another.
> She may be a bit eccentric, but she’s a good friend.


> Appointed Rounds approached and leaned into my ear
> “Lotus and Aloe want to speak with you.”
> My heart skipped a beat
> “Is everything okay?” Coco asked, her anxious tone beginning to take hold once again
“Yes, everything is fine. Just go to the hotel, we’ll talk later.”
> She nodded and quietly scuttled out of the bar, hugging the wall towards the exit

> I pressed down the center of the room through the sea of milk drunk ponies
> As I approached the rear of the bar, ponies became infrequent and the room became quieter
> Sat in the corner of the room in a booth atop a small flight of stairs Aloe and Lotus scanned the bar with intense scrutiny.

> From their private booth they can see all
> “We’ve been watching you Fluttershy.” Lotus said in a foreboding tone
> I sighed
> I dragged myself up the stairs and shimmied into the booth
> “You gave that strange pony money. Tell us, what was that about?” Lotus asked resting her head over her hooves while staring intensely
“She’s just an old friend who needed some Bits, she’s harmless.”
> They glanced at each, other looking unamused

> “That's what they say about you. But look at all the trouble you cause.” Aloe shot 
“Well…I…I don’t know what you want from me, I think I’m doing a good job but you two have made everything so confusing. I just want to do my job and…”
> “Look, forget the mare. Are you and Derpy still fucking?”
“Wha-!....what makes you think you can ask such personal questions!?”
> “Because she’s been producing lower quality milk for the last three batches. Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing's wrong. And if there was, it's none of your concern anyways!”
> Lotus looked over at Aloe
> “Get me a glass of Muffins milk.” She ordered 
> Lotus was the older of the two
> She looks like she’s somewhere in her late thirties
> Aloe on the other hoof looks to be somewhere between Muffins and my age. 

> Aloe nodded then got up from her seat and headed down the stairs and into the storeroom a couple paces to the left of the booth.
> “And you.” Lotus continued “Just when I thought your milk couldn’t get any more trite. You come into work attempting to pedal this inedible garbage as milk?”
> She pointed to a bottle of milk I had pumped earlier this morning 
> “This is shlock. It has little taste and doesn’t make me feel anything!”
“W…With all due respect, you aren't actually supposed to feel anything from drinking milk. It's about enjoying the moment. It’s about the intimacy of consuming something a mare produces naturally from her breasts. At Least, that's what it was about until recently.”
> This thought made me sad

> Aloe returned with a wine glass filled to the lip with Muffins Milk and I could already smell the saccharine vapors rising from the glass.
> Muffins milk is very dense, a trait which I had never seen in unaltered milk before.
> It has the consistency of the perfectly blended milkshake.
> When chilled, it rolls down your throat like butter.
> Aloe scooted back into her seat beside Lotus 
  
“Look, I’ve been taking the pills Milky gave me, they seem to be working.”
> “And your fat intake?”
> I looked down at my belly and grabbed a hoof-full of loose flesh from my side and jiggled it half heartedly 
“Ummm…Lots?”
> Lotus took a large swig of the milk and when she was done she passed it over to Aloe who did the same
> “Put on a couple more pounds and up your medication to twice a day.”
> Twice a day? That's twelve pills a day! Are they crazy!? 
“Oh, I really don’t think that's a good idea. And I REALLY  shouldn’t be ingesting ANY fat with my physique. My doctor always told me that grounded Pegasi need a very strict diet. Our bones are paper thin and underdeveloped. We also gain weight extremely easily. The added body weight could damage, or even break my bones beyond repair!”


> “Pegasi.” Aloe grumbled running her hoofs along the table spastically
> I could tell that the effects of the milk were already taking hold by how erratic and aimless she was behaving.
> It was like she was struck with a fitful energy and had no way to let it out.
> “They really are simple, aren’t they?” Lotus chuckled 
> “As are all ponies in this ramshackle empire.”
> “How did we get shanghaied into this? From the cobblestone streets of Prance to this hinterland hellhole?”
> “I hate this town more than anything, but being with you makes it all okay.”
> They stared into each others eyes creeping closer and closer until they smashed their faces like striking cobras 
> They began an impromptu sloppy makeout session

> Milk ran down theirs chins as they began pawing at each others chunky frames 
> “Promise me we’ll go back to Prance soon!” Aloe asked, breathing hysterically.
> “Yes sister, we will return to Prance in the finest attire these ponies can mend! And father will be so proud of us! He will bless us with fillies!"
> “You’re the best sister a pony could ask for!” 
> They tugged themselves into eachothers grasp and began violently kissing again.
> I like to believe that I don’t hate anypony
> But if I did…They were the ponies from Prance…
> They have the indecency of earth ponies with the pompous attitude of yuppie, Canterlot unicorns
> They buck like earth ponies in heat but with the sick minds of the most sexually deviant Unicorns.
> Hmmm…
> Maybe Coco is from Prance?
> I should ask her sometime, it would explain a lot.
> Regardless, Earth pony/Unicorn hybrids are a mistake.

> Lotus turned to me, her pupils jittering about her head like highly caffeinated fruit flies
> “Fluttershy, you may be shocked to discover that even the most intimate details of your relationship IS our concern. We paid a lot of money to get partnered into this business. Do you not understand how much money her milk makes us?”

“I do. And I wish you guys would pay us more for the barrels.” I sighed 
> “You’re pushing your luck Fluttershy.” Aloe warned 
>  Lotus slid the milk glass to my side of the table 

>  “Drink.” Lotus ordered 
> I put the glass to my lips and when the milk touched my gums my entire mouth went numb
> Muffins milk may be the worst thing to ever happen to the milk scene in Ponyville
> But there's no denying it's syrupy, sugary goodness.
> I took a couple more sips and the room began to spin 
> That all too familiar unease was rising in my chest and I felt a strong impulse to move
> I began kicking my legs below the table and swaying back and forth
> I put the glass down and wiped the thick milk residue from my upper  lip

> “Do you not see that something is wrong?”
“No…I think it’s great!"
> “Obviously you didn’t try the previous batches.” Aloe scoffed “When her milk was at peak potency.” 
“What exactly do you two want? When she first began producing her milk never tasted like this, or made ponies feel crazy. Whatever is causing this is beyond our control."
> I will say, Muffins milk really lowers inhibitions.
> I would never argue with them like this with a sober mind. 

> Lotus lunged forward, nearly jumping over the table 
> She grabbed me by the shoulders and began shaking be back and forth 
> “I want her to produce the same quality milk she did last week!"
> She stopped shaking me and held me in place
> She began speaking slowly and with intention 
> "I need you two to start fucking again to get her juices flowing. I know you two haven’t been getting frisky like you used to.”


“How would you know what we do in bed?” I slurred 
> She looked over at Aloe
> “We have eyes everywhere”
> I felt like throwing up
> Was she spying on us?

> “If you can’t start that mares motor anymore I’ll move into your cottage personally and fuck that bird brain myself. Or, I’ll send Lotus over as a “maid” and Derpy can sleep with her all day if it makes her happy. You don't want Aloe getting between your relationship. She’s been ruining relationships before Pinkie fucked her first husband.”

> Aloe licked her lips “I’ll show that uncultured little butterball how a REAL mare makes love.”

> “Oh sis, you're teasing me!” Lotus giggled
> Aloe shoved her hoof between her legs and began to masturbate at the table
> “I’ll take her nice and slow…” She moaned, rolling her hips 
“You…You can’t do any of this!” I cried 
> “You don’t think we will? Stupid pony! We’ve made more money in a month than the Mayor of Manehatten does in a year off of Derpys milk. Don’t think we’re going to lose a cent of our pay because of the “sanctity of your relationship.” Lotus snapped

> I couldn’t believe it
> They were actual monsters 
> Lotus leaned back to her seat, the milks grasp was slowly beginning to wear off on her.
> Aloe swiped the glass and finished the last of it in one big gulp
> She stared at her hooves in awe for a moment
> Lotus rolled her eyes “Lightweight.”
> She stuck her hoof between her sisters legs and began rubbing
> Aloe gripped the table and leaned back into her seat with her eyes rolled back and tongue hanging from her bottom lip
 
> “Have you made it with Mayor Mare?” Lotus asked
> I pulled eyes away from Aloe 
“S..Sorry? What did you say?”
> Lotus wiped her unoccupied hoof through her chest fluff, staring at it as if she was growing bored of our conversation.
> “The Mayor. You’re supposed to have a chat with her?” She pressed
“Oh! Yes, I’m still waiting for my interview.”
> “You know Fluttershy, there's a lot riding on this plan. We're just afraid you'll fuck it up."
“I’ll get it done!” I cried 

> “You’re the only mare she will trust on this sort of issue. We're just worried that if she wants to sleep with you you'll act…. prudish.”

> I can’t believe the nerve of this pony 
“I’m not sleeping with Mayor Mare.”
> “Why not? Are you admitting to being nothing but a tease?”
“I’m in a very loving relationship with Muffins! And I’m not going to betray her trust like that. We promised we’d have a monogamous relationship.”

> Aloe started to laugh
> “You talk about family? Lotus is my sister! And when we get married I will love her like my own flesh and blood, but that won't stop me from sleeping around every now and then."
> Has the world gone completely crazy!?
“She is your flesh and blood!” I argued 

> “Hey! Don’t talk to my sister/wife that way!” Aloe shot back 
> I feel a panic attack coming on
> Theses Prance ponies are going to be the end of me!
> “All’s fair in love and war Fluttershy. You need to represent the company above all else. bribe her, sleep with her, offer free milk, it doesn't matter. She’s been cracking down on degenerate crimes thanks to Pinkie's little stunt at Sugar Cube corner. Tell the mayor that she has my assurance that prostitution within the borders of Ponyville won't cause any more trouble now that Pinkie has been socially exiled."

“I still don’t know why you don't just tell her that yourself.”
> She paused for a moment and looked down in thought 
> “We aren’t speaking right now. There's too much talk. If we’re seen together it could jeopardize BOTH of our professional lives.” 
> I feel so much pressure now
> “Oh, yeah. And that glass of Derpys Milk is twenty five bits. You can pay us back tomorrow.”
“You’re mean!” I cried 

> Lotus pulled her hoof from her sisters crotch
> It was soaked in vaginal fluids which she wiped on the table
“Aloe, take Fluttershy home. She's done working for today."
> Aloe nodded then grabbed my leg and tugged me through the bar
> I can't believe this is happening!

>  Once we reached the door Aloe pushed me outside then stopped and stared at me stone faced 
> "Lotus is a patient mare, but I'm not. Get Derpy laid or I'll find somepony who can."
"Look, Aloe things between us have been a little strained but the milk is still great, honestly. I'm sure with a little time we'll…"

> "Listen Fluttershy. Fix your relationship, or we'll test the loyalty of that Earth pony mutt. Understand?'
> I nodded nervously
> "Good. Now get out of here, I'm getting sick of looking at you."
> She closed the door on my face
> The milk rush was wearing off, and I felt the danger looming above our heads like a storm
> For our survival, I need to give Muffins the best lay of her life
> Luckily, I planning on doing just that when I got home…

Derpy 

> “Muffins, if you would be so kind. Can you please be quiet and please, for the love of Celestia stop touching things!” Rarity shouted
> I shut her cupboards 
> No costumes…
> Time to move onto the closets!
“How can you not have Nightmare Night costumes out yet?”
> “Darling, I’ver told you a hundred times. I’m not selling any costumes this year. My new clientele would laugh me out of business if they saw silly Nightmare Night outfits on display.”

> Pinkie had finally finished her route, I could move onto more important things
> Like picking my Nightmare Night costume!
> But for some reason, Rarity was hiding them from me
“Rarity, please! just let me see them!”

> “Am I speaking old ponish? No, I don’t think I am.”  Rarity muttered 
> “I’m just going to ignore you now.”
> She hunched over her sewing machine and returned  
> I opened her closet, but all I could see was boring dresses and suits
“I wanna be something scary this year! Like a Bat Pony or a Timberwolf!'
> “How about you be a mare with breasts on her chest who turns her friend's boutique into a slip and slide whenever she visits? Because you seem to know how to play that role quite well." She hissed

“You gotta have them somewhere!” I cried 
> I began throwing open everything with a handle 
> Closets, cupboards, doors, the fridge…
> When I reached the last couple closets Rarity snapped
> "Muffins stop!”
> I did what I always do when ponies yell at me
> Freeze in place 
> “There will be no costumes being made at the Boutique this year. I'm sticking to strictly evening gowns and business suits from now on.”
> I let my guard down and blew raspberries at her 
"Boring!"

> "Muffins please, I'm trying to work.”
“Well...If you're not making costumes this year maybe you can help me make mine.”
> I pulled two hoof-fulls of mixed fabric from a randomly assorted pile off the closet floor and dropped on the table in front of her

> She screamed, throwing her hooves wildly into the air
> The sewing machine began to smoke and a putter
> She began violently fumbling her hooves over the sewing machine looking for the off button
> When she managed to shut it down the haywire machine went silent
> A cloud of black smoke hung above our heads
> We threw our hooves over our noses as the smell of burnt plastic held hostage the room.

> Rarity dragged her hoof over her face
> “How do you manage to break everything to touch?”
“I…Don’t know…I’m sorry Rarity.”
> She flicked her hoof from her face and closed her eyes
> “Okay…You want to make a costume? Fine.”
> She exhaled deeply and began observing the pile 
> "Wait a second…This is just a pile of scrap fabric and empty cardboard rolls." 
> Without moving her head, she eyed me down with a look of increasing annoyance 
> I looked down at the pile 
> And it appears she’s right 

"Hmmm….I guess it is." 
> Rarity picked the entire pile off the table and tossed it on the floor 
> She turned to the sewing machine and began removing the case with a small screwdriver 
> “Look, how about you just go as what you were last year?”
“Last year? You mean my paper bag pony costume?”
> “Exactly! That was an amazing costume!”
“I don’t know…I threw that costume out.” I sighed


> “Darling, it was five paper bags. You can buy more.”
> The case of the sewing machine collapsed onto the table and she began digging through the machine's wiry innards.
“I guess.” I sighed 
> “Excellent! Now that you have your costume picked out you can run along, and I can get back to wor…”
“Do you have any paper bags?”
> She looked offended by the question
> Stopping what she was doing and tilting her head
> “Muffins. This is a boutique, not some kind of a household supply store.” She laughed
> She dug her hoof into the machine again and began ripping pieces of torn fabric from the clogged gears.

“I was hoping to try some on before Nightmare Night to see if they still fit.”
> “Derp-….I mean…Darling, they’re paper bags! Of course they’ll fit!”

“Hmmmm….” I pondered 
> Rarity's head collapsed into the sewing machine making a loud “THUD!”
> “What are you thinking about now?” She sighed
“I’m just wondering…..What if you made all our costumes out of paper bags this year?”
> “But I’m not making costumes at all this year! And who are you talking about? “our costumes?” What in Equestria are you on about!?”
> She threw her hooves into the air and dropped them onto the table like dead weight causing all the screws to jump along the table. 
“Well….Instead of throwing out our old costumes we can reuse them every year! We’ll have a paper bag costume collection system! And every year, we all swap costumes! Oh my gosh! Rarity! We can call it recycling!”
> This might be my greatest idea ever!

> “That would never work.” She said with bluntly
“Why not?”
> “Because why would ponies want to use the same thing over and over?”
“I don’t know….Save money?”
> “And who’s going to collect all these paper bags every year and distribute them?”
“I guess you will.”
> “Me!?”
> She jerked her head up from the machine
> “And then what? I’m stuck with a bunch of sweaty paper bags laying around my house all year on the off chance that somepony wants to reuse them?”
“Exactly!”
> “No Muffins! Not exactly! This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! No pony wants to wear paper bags on Nightmare Night.”
“Well if you don't make costumes for us that's all everypony will be wearing!” I argued 

> Usually I hate yelling, but Rarity and I have been doing this sort of thing since we were fillies
> She’s one of my closest friends.
> “Oh, for the love of harmony! don’t you have a job, a marefriend or ANYTHING to do other than being here?”
“No? I finished my job two hours ago. Why do you think I’m here?” I giggled

> She looked shocked
> “Muffins! It’s nine in the morning!”
“I know, I’m always done with work this early.”
> “And what are you planning to do with all this free time?”

“I WAS going to buy a Nightmare Night costume, but it seems like you’re not in the holiday spirit.”
> “I guess I’m not.” She replied pointedly 
> She pulled the final pieces of fabric from her machine, slammed the plastic shell back into place and began reinserting the screws.
> The room became very quiet…

>...

“Soooo….”

>....

“Do you wanna go to Mare Mart with me and buy some paper bags?”
> "Muffins, do you need something to do?"
"Obviously.” I giggled, rolling my eye
> She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from her desk drawer and began feverishly writing 
> When she was done, she folded the paper, shoved it in an envelope, sealed it, and passed it to me.
> “Here, bring this to Applejack. It’s very important."


"Sure thing Rarity!"
> I swiped the envelope from her hooves and slipper it between my breast 
> I haven't seen Applejack in a couple days and this was a great excuse to drop by!
> She’s been going through a really rough time with Filthy rich and she probably would like a friend right now

 > I trotted through town and when I got to the edge of the city limits I cut into the forest 
> It's a quicker, more peaceful trail to Sweet Apple Acres that not many ponies know about.
> The trail was straight and narrow
> All the trees are wearing their autumn colors, canopied over the path like blankets.
> The sun was shining through the colorful leaves giving the path a lively fall glow and all the frost had melted away
> The earth beneath my hooves soft
> It was a perfectly serene moment.

> As I walked deeper into the woods my ears twinged
> What sounded like heavy hooves kicked behind me, trampling over crinkled leaves.
> I spun around but saw nopony on the trail
“Weird.” 
> I continued down the trail keeping my eye on everything that moved even slightly 
> The wind whispered through the trees causing leaves to rain from above
> Shadows and sunlight wrestled along the tree trunks and trail 
> The steps became louder 
> I stopped in my tracks and began to sweat
> My heart was hammering and my breasts were gushing to its beat

> The milk ran down my legs and quickly formed a small puddle at my hooves
> I stepped backwards to escape the muck but it was pointless
> It followed wherever I stood
> My head swiveled as my eye shot about the forest 
> A violent gust of wind raptured through the trees creating a thunder of chattering leaves 
> The beating of the hooves consumed the forest
> My heart palpitated at the pace of a hummingbird's wings
> My breath staggered 

> I want to scream 
> I want to cry out 
> But my utter terror prevented me from screaming
> Instead, my mind raced with possibilities
> Is this the end?
> I don’t wanna die…

> The pounding of the hooves ceased
> The wind had died
> All I could hear was the blood rushing through my ears and my anxious breath
“Please…W…Wherever you are…D…D…on't hurt me. I’m just a little Pegasus….P…Please don’t hurt me….”
> I tried to speak but all that I could muster was high pitched whimpers 

> A snap of a branch sent my eyes to the sky
> the branches swayed gently in the wind
> My eye was getting tired and my vision blurring 
“Please…” I whispered 
> A loud crash shook the earth
> I spun around as fast as I could and was met with a pair of legs the size of tree trunks
> I tilted my head to the sky and gazed upon this titanic mare
> She had the quality of rot and smelled like hot, spoiled meat
> Roots peeled from her skin and twigs protruding from her blue fur
> She was covered in mud and her eyes glowed yellow
> What was this strange creature?

> “Hi, Derpy.” The mare hissed
> It took me a second to realize, but the voice was all too familiar
“C…Cloudchaser!?”
> She leaned down and met me face to face 
> "Derpy." She chuckled 
> I stepped backwards, but with each step I dug myself deeper into the milk and mud
> What happened to her?
> She looked like she had been living in the forest for weeks!
> Not only that, but her hooves were sealed in thick, brown bark and she had grown to the size of a barge

> Various types of moss and fungi sprouted around calluses in her cracked skin
> Life bloomed from deep lacerations and dead skin
> Her body had become host of all kinds of plant life 
> Damp vegetation poured from deep gnashes along her husk, staining her faded blue coat with moldy green blight.
> A large chunk from the left side of her head was missing and in the crater a culture plant life thrived, the miss and vines dripping down her face almost like a mane.

> Her chest was sealed in wood but was also home to a large gaping hole where a number of fungi, molds and mosses thrived around her exposed, still beating heart.
> It was the most unnatural and horrifying thing my eye had ever rested upon.

“Oh! Ummm…. Hi Cloudchaser….L…Long time no see…” I chuckled nervously 
> “What's a little mare like you doing all alone in the forest?” 
“Uh….Ummm..…W..W..ell, I…I…I…I..I was just on my way to visit Applejack….”
> She stared me in the eye and I could feel her glowing gaze ripping through straight into my soul.
“W…Where have you been? I…I haven’t seen in a long time.”
> She blinked and tilted her head

> "Did you miss me?"
"Ummm…no….I mean yes! We all thought you moved away."
> "And I bet you were SO happy to hear that.”
> As hard as I tried I couldn’t take my eyes off her disgusting form
> Her body was a tattered shipwreck
> The deep pits in her wood crusted chest and head were stuffed with wild flora, long strands of moss bleeding from her chest, belly and brain
> Blue flowers with speckled orange splotches were hatching all along her body
> Her still beating heart naked to the world, hemorrhaging like a water balloon pierced with pin sized holes  gushing blood with every beat 
> How was she even alive?
"What happened to you?"

> Her smile sent a cold shiver down my spine 
> “My decomposing vessel has proven to be a suitable coffin for the forest. I have been crowned by the Everfree as her physical manifestation. But that's just my interpretation of the unexplainable magical blunders which have befallen me.”
“Oh..Oh..Okay…” I replied not understanding a word of what she was saying

 > “I work for a very important pony now, and They’ve asked to find out about this “Best Pony” Business.”
> Cloudchaser ran her hoof under my nipple and stole a dribble of milk from my milk soaked bra
> when she brought the milk to her mouth she immediately wretched 
> “Disgusting!” She spat 

> “I guess we can rule you off the list of suspects…” She muttered
> Cloudchaser was looking for me? 
> I tried to pull my hooves up from the mud, but they had sunk too deep.
> “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to see my friend!” I cried hoping if she saw me as too pathetic to both with.

> A devious smile crawled along her face and I could see her green rotten teeth behind her sadistic grin
> “Do you like what I’ve become? Part Timber wolf, part tree, part Pegasi? I think between the two of us I've suffered the better fate of that insufferable little unicorn."

> "Wha-? You mean Twilight?"
> She nodded her head 
"Twilight is not insufferable…She’s nice…”
> “What's with you and Twilight anyway? You know she doesn’t care about you, right?”
“That's not true.” I grumbled under my breath
> “You don’t believe me? Sweet Celestia, Derpy, are you really that blind?”
“Stop it Cloudchaser, please just let me pass.”
> “Oh Derpy, how I’ve missed you.” She snickered 

> “Do you wanna know about Twilight?”
> I didn’t reply and simply assumed that she would tell me whatever it was on her twisted mind regardless of what I said

> “She’s an easy rut….If you can pin her down.”
> My ears shot up and my eyes widened 
“W..What did you say?”
> “Come on Derpy! Don’t act like you’ve never thought about it before you little psycho. Just hold her down, cover her mouth and have your way…She loves it.”
“S..hut up..”
> I know what she was saying were lies, but they still bothered me.

> “Twilight’s a real freak. She’s a filthy little degenerate Unicorn.”
> She began to softly laugh to herself “You wouldn’t believe the things that get her off.”
> In my panic I was able to rip my front hooves from the mud 
> I threw over my ears and nodded my head back and forth
“No, no, no…” I repeated “T..Twilights a good pony, she would never do such a thing.”
> “Twilight likes it when you sneak into her room at night and tie her up, she likes it when you force feed her milk and stick pins in her…Do you like that Muffins? Or does it make you feel sick?”

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!” I wailed 
> She jerked forward and wrapped her hoof around my wings and began lifting me off the ground.
> I thrashed my limbs fruitlessly and watched the ground escape me.

> She straightened her neck and armored a large stance
> Her chest was a wall of timber with patches of sickly meat jutting randomly between pinching lumber  
> Her feathers stood erect and began to expel green mist which plumed from the cracks between her feather
> Every strand of her mangy fur stood pointed like thistles

> Once we were at eye level I shot her a nervous smile
“Ummm…Sorry, Cloudchaser.” I stammered 
> The look she gave me which suggested it was probably to late for apologies
> “Did you know that the potion Twilight gave me was filled with Orange Speckled Blossoms? It’s a marsh flower in the Everfree, famous for infecting ponies with swamp fever.”
“T…hen shouldn’t you be a tree by now? Why are you…you…Why are you this?”

> “Whatever that oafish unicorn put into the potion did a lot of things. Its intended purpose was to give me breasts, which it did quite successfully.”
> Cloudchaser swung me to her right side like a rag doll and lifted her back leg
> Her breasts were large dark balls of fat.
> They were encased in four thick roots which pursed them like a bra
> Fat protruded from the spaces between the soft wood 
> Her nipples were large and peaked from the between the vines. They jiggled with every subtle movement.
> "Even in this state my milk is still better than yours."

> She wiggled her backside and milk began to spray wildly 
> She used the crusty edge of her wing to grab a small bit of milk from her teat 
> A small drop of milk rested on the blade of her longest feather which she dangled in front of me
> "Drink" She demanded 
> I didn't want to, but I feared what she would do to me if I didn't
> I stuck my tongue out and lapped the milk from her wing

> It was warm and tasted earthy, similar to coffee but dirtier.
> A flash of blue and green fractal patterns consumed my vision 
> For a second all I could see was infinite, revolving shapes spiraling into one another 
> The uncomfortable images disappeared as quickly as they appeared leaving me disoriented and frightened 
"What was that!?" I yelped
> "Twilight sure knows how to brew something fierce. Of course everything she creates is a blunder."
> I gritted my teeth
> How dare she speak of Twilight like that.

> “I looked at that potion book she used to curse us during one of my midnight visits. Strange stuff my friend, if you saw what she has in that library you would think twice about letting her experiment on you. I saw that in the potion she blended a number of odd ingredients. Powdered Timberwolf bark, Orange Speckled Blossom petals, Milkfrost Dust, Mycelium Extract, “Synthesized Dimorphadesiac Vines” and Mashed Berries.”
“Berries? Like blueberries?
> “Berries of a Shiver Plant. It grows in the Everfree and just so happens to contain enough cyanide to kill an entire village of ponies."
“So…What happened? Did you go to the doctor?”

> “No, Derpy. I died. On my way home the night of the party, I was overwhelmed with an intense cold. I collapsed at my doorstep but awoke shortly after. When I was able to get my bearings I had realized I had cheated death, making me more powerful than any Pegasi, Earth Pony or Unicorn. The plants which feed off my vessel prove that I have metamorphosized into something beyond pony. I am the undying spirit of the forest and even as I speak I can their voices are screaming, telling me all sorts of things…” 

> She went quiet for a moment and looked up at the swinging trees above.
“You’re not going to kill me are you.”
> She paused for a moment 
> “No…The forest wishes for you to stay alive. For now….But if I had MY way…Well. I’ll spare you the gory details.”
“Please…Just let me go!” My eyes were starting to well with tears 
> “You’ve always been a pathetic little marelet. I’ve never met another pony as small and fat as you.”
> I shook my head
“I’m Compact…” I muttered wiping my eyes
> She raised her eyebrows “What are you babbling about?”
“M..My dad…He used to say I was compact…Pegasi, come in all shapes and sizes.”
> She laughed from her gut
> “Pegasi!? Don’t make me laugh! You’re a mutt at best. You got more earth pony in you than anything!”

“I do not! I’m a pegasi! Quick, loyal and proud!”
> Cloudchaser shook her head and chuckled 
> “You know what I like about you Derpy? You never disappoint. Just when I thought I couldn’t think any less of you, you start rambling on about Pegasi culture or running a business or the other hundred other things you know nothing about. I would love to shut that annoying mouth of yours. Do you know how many ponies would love that too? If I finally got rid of Derpy Hooves? I would be a hero.”
“S…Stop it Cloudchaser! That's not funny!”
> I could feel the skin between my wings and back beginning to tear 

> “Look, this has been fun but you don’t have any business here. This is a F.R.E.E future development sight.”
"You're working for Filthy Rich?"
> “Oh, yes! He’s an amazing stallion. Mr. Rich hired me to keep all unaccompanied ponies away from the farm.
“Well….Applejack hasn’t signed the contract yet! And she never will! Tell Filthy Rich he can’t use his money to bully ponies! Now Put me down!” I said thrashing my legs fitfully  
> “What? Am I hurting your wings? It’s not like you use them anyways.” She laughed 

> As she chuckled my back leg collided with her eye
> She dropped me the instant my hoof made contact
> She threw her hoof over her eyes and began to wail 
> I pulled myself up from the mud and bolted down the path towards Applejacks without looking back.


Twilight:

> I sat in Granny Smith's old bedroom which had been emptied
> The furniture had been removed
> Stains where pictures once hung were now lonely hoofprints of dust.
 
> All along the floor I was surrounded by Apple family heirlooms, old clothes, stacks of unused candles and a mountain of photo albums.
> Rainbow Dash had hollowed out Granny Smith's closet and laid everything on the floor for me to pack away into boxes.

“Yeah, if you could just help us organize some things.” I muttered to myself
> “It will only take an hour, she said.”
> All that was left in the bedroom was a tattered old mattress and a dresser which was pressed up against the window.
> Applejack had shoved all their furniture against the windows and doors and were being used as barricades
> The room was lit by dim candlelights and a small crack of sunlight piercing between the wall and the dresser.

> Rainbow entered the room with a glass of milk and a mug of cider on a large wooden tray
> “How’s it going in here?”
"Fine. I thought you said this was going to be easy?"
> "Granny has always had a lot of stuff." Rainbow chuckled 
> "up until recently, Applejack wanted to leave the room untouched. But our hooves have been pushed. This is the last room in the house not yet packed."

> She offered me the glass of milk 
> “What? It’s cow milk.” She said with shifting eyes
> I rolled my own eyes in response 
“Of course it is.”
> I grabbed the drink and took a sip and continued my work
> Rainbow sat beside me looking around the room acting unusually quiet while taking sips of cider

> Rainbow had abused all sorts of things in her life, but she didn’t like to talk about that much.
> Her eyes are sunken in, surrounded by black circles.
> She wore baggy, unkempt clothes and the scars of her previous life are riddled across her face next to bruises and cuts that never healed quite right.
> Her wings are a ghastly sight and it was clear she had been stress preening again 
> Rainbow was a good friend, but she had a hard life
> I'm happy she's gone back to working on herself again.

> “Don’t tell Applejack I’m drinking this…” She whispered, guilt trembling in her voice
> I was alarmed and a little puzzled 
> From my understanding, Applejack allowed Rainbow one cider a day.
> Was she unintentionally revealing to me that this wasn’t her first? 
> Or was this a purposeful cry for help?
> Part of me wanted tell her I couldn’t do that
> I feel like that's what she wants me to say
> But I nodded in agreement

> By the state of her wings she’s been preening a lot and a cup of cider is a much better coping mechanism than picking yourself to the bone.
“Only if you promise not to drink any more after I leave.”
> She nodded and took a large sip

> I grabbed a photobook from the pile and scanned through the dates
> I was organizing all their family albums by date before packing them into boxes
> The Apple family has lots of very old photos dating all the way back to the founding of Ponyville.
> Rainbow placed her hooves over my right breast and began standing over it while leaning over shoulder
> Being a Pegasi, she doesn't weigh very much but it was still kind of annoying 
> I flipped through the pages of the dusty old book, scanning the corners of every photo looking for a date.
> This particular book was very old
> The pictures were all grainy and printed in black and white 
> In every photo, ponies were standing blank faced and staring into the camera with lifeless expressions

“Applejack has some really old photos. She could probably open a Ponyville history museum with all this stuff. “
“Her family has been here for a long time.” Rainbow nodded
> I searched through the entire book for a date but couldn’t find one, so I relegated it to the box marked "Really old photos”
> I snatched another book from the pile 

> This one was newer 
> Inside were colored pictures
> Most of them were of Applejack and Big Mac when they were fillies 
> I flipped the album grinning
> The final page was a group photo in front of the farmhouse with Granny Smith, Applejack, Big Mac and a strange looking family to their left.

> A stallion and a mare with a newborn baby in her hooves
> The mare had very large breasts and her face was gaunt 
> Something about her made me feel…Uneasy.

“Do you know who these two are?”
> “Oh, that's the Hooves. Derpys parents.”
> I never thought about what  Derpys parents looked like.
> I just I assumed they’d be rubes 
> These weren’t the ponies I was expecting 
> Her father was quite good looking
> He was wearing blue three piece and a charming smile

> Her mom looked exhausted but she was far from ugly 
> She just looked very tired 
“Did you know them at all?"
> “Yeah, Derpy's dad was some big wig at the mine, but I don’t know what her mom did, she never went out much.”
> “What happened to the mine anyway?”
“I don’t know. It Just shut down one day. I hear it was some kind of chemical leak and everypony had to leave…I’m not the most well versed on this kind of stuff though.”

> Since I moved to Ponyville the mine has been something of the elephant in the room
> It occupies a huge plot of land east of the town but no pony ever mentions it and whenever it's brought up it's only ever in passing.
> I’ve always wondered what was down there…

> I closed the book and put it to my side then continued going through the pile 
> “You should have been here when we were fillies. I bet we would've been great friends."
> “I highly doubt that.” I laughed, “I think we met at the perfect moment.”
> Rainbow looked around the room, her smile fading
> “Twilight, if they close Sweet Apple Acres…Will you come visit us?”
> I’ve never seen Rainbow choked up like this
> She really believed that farm was doomed to close
“Of course I will. But that's not going to happen."
> “Yeah, We’ll get through this.” She nodded without much confidence 
“I know you will, packing is just precautionary. Like I always say, it's good to be prepared!”

> Rainbow wrapped her hooves around my next and gave me a big hug
> “I don’t know what we’re gonna do.…I…I just don’t know.”
“There, there Rainbow. I promise you that I’ve been working very hard with the mayor and lots of other ponies to find out what Filthy Rich is up to.”
> She sniffled and nodded 
> “I want to help too.”

"You are, you're being strong for Applejack."
> She shook her head disagreeably
> “Applejack never leaves the house anymore she’s scared Filthy Rich is going to send ponies into the farm to sabotage us. She doesn’t even go out on the field to maintain the land. she just watches the windows and places defenses around the house. She’s afraid of losing her home but I’m afraid I’m losing her! She’s the only mare I know who is strong enough to handle me at my worst and I need her. She’s helped me through the most difficult times in my life and now I feel like it’s my time to help her. Staying guard around the house at all hours of the day while the outside world decides what it’s going to do with us isn’t going to save the farm. I need to be a mare of action.”
> I nodded

"That's the Rainbow Dash I know and love! So tell me, what do you think we should do?"
> She pulled away then looked up in thought 
> "We need to ask around. We've spent too much time bogged down in politics. If we want to save the farm we're gonna have to get dirty. We need to find out who works for him and make them tell us everything they know!"

> "But that's the thing, we don't even know what he's doing. The construction ponies he shipped in are just as blind as us. And none of his business pony friends have made a peep about the project. The only pony I can think of questioning is Mrs. Rich, but she hasn't said a word about any of this since she moved into town."

> "Mrs. Rich, eh? Oh, I know a way to make her talk." Rainbow giggled 
> She smiled and rubbed her hooves together

> A rapping on the front door pulled us from our conversation
> Rainbow went to the window and peaked between the crack 
> "Muffins!?" What are you doing here!?” Rainbow shouted 

> "I'm here to deliver a letter!" 
> "Okay! I'll open the door for you!"
> Rainbow trotted out the door and down the stairs 
> Great, Derpy
> The last pony I EVER want to see

> After a couple minutes Rainbow and Muffins trotted upstairs
> Muffins was covered in milk and mud and her bra had a large tear down the middle
"What happened to you!?"
> Rainbow shrugged 
> "That's what I've been asking! But she doesn't want to tell me."

> She clumsily made her way through the obstacle course of Granny Smiths old stuff
> Once she reached the middle of the room she plopped down beside me and crashed her head over my right breast.
> Her head bobbed up and down over my boob like it was a waterbed 
> "Scritch my ears." She asked sadly

> Ever since that damn party she's constantly asking me to “scritch” her ears 
> I looked up at Dash who was trying to control her laughter 
> I began scratching her ears 
"What's wrong Derpy." I groaned 

> Her eye bounced around the room
> “You'd never give me cyanide would you?"
> Dash fell to the floor laughing and kicking her legs into the air 
"What!? No! I'd never give you cyanide!"
> She wiped her snout 
> "Okay….Good." She nodded
> Rainbow pulled herself up and wiped her eyes

> "You think Twilight’s gonna poison you?"
> "No…It's just….Well…I….N….Never mind."
> "You said we got a letter?" Rainbow asked 
> "I do…But it's for Applejack."

> "I don't think she'll mind if I read it."

> Derpy removed the letter from between her breast and passed it to Rainbow 
> Rainbow curled up on my left side and opened it.

> The letter read:
> "Please give Derpy something to do, she's driving me crazy!!! - Rarity."
> The two of us exchanged glances
> I could tell Rainbow was trying not to burst out laughing again
> She jumped to her hooves and pet Derpy on the shoulder as she made her way across the room.

> "Okay Muffins, how about we head to the gym?'
> "I think I've already ran enough for today."  She replied holding her stomach
> "Now that's just your soft spot speaking again! Let me just run to my room real quick to pick up my gym clothes and we’ll be on our way.”
> Rainbow shot me a wink and a smile before exiting
> Muffins picked herself up and followed Rainbow Dash out the door 

> I continued packing away the photo albums but the photo book containing the picture of Derpys parents continued pulling at my curiosity 
> If anypony knows about the mine, it has to be Derpy.
> I wanted answers to this mystery since I arrived in Ponyville
> I bet that if anypony knows the true story about what happened to the mine, I guarantee it's Derpy.
 

Derpy:

> We arrived at the Ponyville gym and I was staring at all the mares working out.
> “So what are you thinking today, Muffins? Some push ups? Squats? Some weight lifting?
> I looked around the gym and all I saw were earth ponies 
> What Cloudchaser had said was really bugging me
> What if she’s right? What if I really am more Pegasi than Earth pony?
> It’s impossible, and I really shouldn’t let it bother me
> But it was getting under my skin

“Rainbow, I want to do a Pegasi workout.”
> “Like, what?”
“I want to go up to Cloudsdale and workout with Pegasi."
> “Cloudsdale? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m a Pegasi and I need to go to Cloudsdale and do Pegasus things.”
> “Pegasus things?”
“Yeah! We’re Pegasi. We should go up to Cloudsdale and be with our kind!”

> Rainbow looked at her wings and sighed 
> "I don't think either of us can make it up there. But I guess we'll take Berry Cherries balloon."
> I nodded and we went to her house 

> Berry is a bitter mare and the entire time she was setting up the ballon she kept saying
> “You better find a way to cover those things. I don’t want you flooding my basket.”
> “We won’t.” Dash replied for the hundredths time
> “We’re going to hang her boobs over the edge like we promised.”

> “Fine. I just don’t want her mucking up my basket.”
> “We promise that nothing will happen to your basket.” Rainbow assured 
> We entered the basket and I lifted my breasts over the edge
> Lifting these things was like a workout in itself. 
> Berry untethered the ballon and we were off to Cloudsdale
> As we soared over Ponyville I watched my milk dripping onto the ground
> I hadn’t been in the air for a long time
> It felt nice feeling the wind hit my face
> The entire ride I closed my eyes, extended my wings and pretended I was flying.

> When we arrived at the gym we went straight to the change room
> Rainbow still has access to the Wonderbolt gym
> She didn’t want to go for some reason, but after a while she finally agreed.
> Once in the change room, Rainbow began to get changed
> She threw me a pair of pants and a sports bra
> “After what happened last time. I asked Rarity to make you a sports bra for our workouts.”
“Thanks Dash, I really appreciate it.”
> “Don’t mention it! Now take that soggy thing off and I’ll help you get dressed.”

> I looked around the room and saw all the other Pegasi changing 
> They were so slim and fit
> It made me feel fat and unattractive
“Dash…Aren’t there any private change rooms around here?”
“Wait….You wanna help change?”
> “Yeah? But why do you wanna use them? Last time I pretty much saw everything.”
> I scanned the room and saw three private changing stalls
> I grabbed her hoof and dragged her one of them with me.

> “Ummm…Muffins, you know we can change by the lockers right? Everypony else does.”
“I don’t want to.”
> Rainbow sighed and lifted my bra over my head, smearing my face with milk
> My breasts dropped like two sacks of potatoes
> Dash laughed and ran her hoof across my breasts, collecting milk and licking her hoof
> “I think you have really great milk.” Dash said 

> I tried a taste myself and it still tasted sour, meaning the pills were still working 
“Thanks Dash.” 
> She wrapped the sports bra around my chest, squeezing them together tightly 
> The fabric was thick and felt plushie
> Rainbow stood back and admired it for a second 

> “You know, I always thought you were cute.”
> “Oh, s..stop it…” I blushed
> Dash chuckled and began dabbing the milk from my face with a napkin
> “How’s Derpy Deliveries going?”

> “Oh….It’s going fine….”
> Dash went around my backside and began stroking my wings
> “Muffins, the base of your wings are bruised. Did something happen?”
“No!” I cried “That's how they always are!”
> “Don’t give me that, Let me see.”

> She pulled my wing open and began picking the bruises with her hoof.
> “Muffins, they look like they were handled very harshly, What happened?”
“L…Look, Rainbow…It’s nothing…Please don’t pry.”
> “But they look really sore.”
“Dash. Please. Don’t tell anypony.”

> She stared at me for a long moment 
> “As you wish.” She sighed
> She moved to my backside and pushed my tail away

> “Applejack always says you were always getting yourself into trouble.” 
“Applejack is a great friend.”
> “She is.”

> I lifted my back legs as she pulled the pants up
> When she got to my thighs she began tugging hard
> “Jeez Muffins, I knew you were back heavy but this is crazy! I think I’m gonna have to buy you something a couple sizes larger.”
> I sighed
“Dashie, am I a fat pony?”
> “No.” She grunted 
“I mean…I know that we’re all a little plump…But sometimes I feel like I’m too big.”
> “Well, you could probably eat better, but like I said, I always thought you were cute.”
> My heart began to race
> She really DOES love me
“Dash, do you think…Like….Is it wrong to be attracted to other ponies when you’re in a relationship?”
> She stopped pulling and began to think 
> She walked in front of me leaving the elastic of the pants to rest halfway around my butt
> “I don’t know…It’s probably not bad to think about it. We’re all sexual creatures. Acting on those urges is bad though.”
“Oh…”
> She paused for a moment
> “Muffins?”
“Yes!?”

> “Between us…You know that I’m still struggling with sobriety right?”
“I..I never knew that about you…”
> “I had a love affair with cider for a very long time and to this day I still think about it…Pinkie enabled my behavior for so long…It’s hard for me to be mad at her because I know she’s still struggling with her own demons. But I know that you and I are both stronger than her. Whatever you’re feeling, I know you can get through it.”
> She smiled at me and I smiled back
> I felt like this was the moment 
> She wanted me to kiss her
> She loved me!
> I love her!
> This must be true love!

> I leaned in close, closed my eyes and pursed my lips
> After all these years I was finally going to kiss Rainbow Dash!
> We’re going to fall in love forever! And become true lovers!
> I’m so close I can smell her fur!
> She smells so sweet! Like a blueberry breakfast waffle! 
> Just a couple more inches…

> I felt a hoof land over my lips
> “Muffins, what are you doing?”
> I opened my eyes and blinked a couple times
> Rainbow looked confused 

“Oh…I thought maybe…You were…ummmm…..”
> She started to laugh
> “Oh Muffins! Am I the pony you were talking about? You’re such a silly pony!”
> I began to laugh nervously
“Oh! Y..Yeah! That's me! Silly Muffins!” 
> “You know we’re both seeing other ponies! Imagine what ponies would say if we were dating!”
> I’m confused 

“But I thought you said I was cute?”
> She placed her hoof over my shoulder
> “You are, you’re just not my type is all. You’re too….feminine.”
“Femin….I thought you were gay!?”
> “I am! But that doesn’t mean I love every mare. You just aren’t my type is all. I’m like you, I need a pony who can keep me on the straight and narrow. If we ever did fall in love the two of us would probably fall apart in a week due to a lack of structure.”

> She walked around my backside an pulled up my pants as hard as she could, giving me a wedgie
> I could feel the seam of the pants digging into mt marehood
> “Now let's get some sweat going!”

> I sighed and followed her into the workout area
> I bet I could be structured and organized if I tried….
> When we entered the workout area Dash said she spotted some of her old Wonderbolt friends from the academy.
> She kept her head low and crept around the workout machines like a sleuth 
> I followed close behind as we made our way across the room on the tips of our hooves
“What are we doing?”
> “I don’t wanna talk to them right now.”

> “Ummm…Hey Dash, whatcha doin?” A voice called
> I looked up at the mares
> They were all so slim and fit
> Their wings were sharp and fur popped brightly with radiant life

> Dash jumped from the floor and began scratching the back of her head
> “Just working out with my good pal Muffins!” She said pointing to me
> Their eyes collectively widened and they approached me 
> “Ain’t she something?” One of them whistled 

> A white mare with a flowing blonde mane placed her hoof under my breast and softly bounced it up and down
> “I can’t imagine carrying these things around all day.” She chuckled
> She stuck out her hoof and introduced herself
> “My name's Surprise.”
“Nice to meet you. Oh!….And Y..Yeah it gets really hard sometimes.”

> A blue mare with eyes very similar to Rainbows approached and immediately grabbed my ear then pinched it
> “Ow! What did you do that for?”
> “Fleethoof.” She nodded “And you are?”
“Ummmm….Derpy Hooves!”
> “Cute name.” She giggled 
> “Shove off, guys, she isn’t here to play this game.” Rainbow said 

> Fleethoof rolled her eyes and rested her wing over my shoulder 
> “Don’t listen to Rainbow Dash, I know your types love this sort of attention.”
"My type?"
> "Yeah, you know sissies."
"I'm not a sissy!"
> The mares looked shocked, and began to whisper between themselves
> slowly they started to grin

> “Knock it off, she’s not here for THAT.” Rainbow said “Just leave, let her workout in peace.”
> The mares glanced at each other and nodded
> They seemed to share a deep non verbal communication between the two of them. 
> “So Dash?" Surprise asked 
> "When are you planning to go back and finish flight school?”
> "Oh, shut up." Rainbow grumbled 

> “Well, WE’VE almost graduated, you’re what? Thirty?”
> “I still have time!” Rainbow replied 
> “Please, you were old when you joined the academy. You’ll be nearing forty by the time you finish.”

> The white mare approached me and nudged my shoulder 
> “Rainbow here was quite the dinker when she was in the Wonderbolts Academy. Not much of a party drinker, more like a sad, alcoholic drunk that nopony wanted to be around.” 
> Rainbow went to shove her but the mare was too quick and weaved out of the way
> She was so nimble, moving with speed and finesse

> “Fastest mare in Ponyville.” Surprise chuckled 
> "I guess I would be too if I lived amongst earth ponies my entire adult life, right Derpy?"
> I looked at Rainbow, not sure what to say
> "What are you doing hanging around a pony her age anyway? You look way too young to be wasting your time with this washout."

> “Dash has always had a thing for younger mares. She was twenty five hitting on eighteen year old recruits.”
> They both started to laugh
> “I remember that! Creepy Dash getting the minors wasted in her dorm.”
> “She got let off because she was “intoxicated.”

> They both stared at me expectantly 
"Rainbow is a very nice pony. You two should treat her better."

> Surprise nuzzled my head and laughed 
> "Oh! Aren't you SO precious! I gotta give you some credit Dashie, you found a real keeper with this one. Did you fatten her up yourself? What a strange way to harbor dependence. But I like it, it's very creative."

“Leave her alone.” Rainbow snapped 
> Fleethoof shoved Surprise aside and got into Dashs face 
> "Fuck, you're really looking for a fight aintcha? How about we square down right here. Winner gets Derpy."

> Dash leaned in closer 
> "You really want me to break your wings before finals?" She snarled 
> Fleethoof pulled away and stepped backwards
> “We'll get you one day." She muttered

> Rainbow grabbed me by the wing 
"You knew those two? They're so mean."
> "No, they're just Pegasi." Rainbow huffed 
> Gosh, I didn't know that about Pegasi!
> I have a lot to learn…

> She left us to an empty corner of the gym and scanned the room before dropping my hoof 
> “Now stay here, I’m going to grab us some workout mats.”
> I looked around the room all I saw were slim ponies with wings
> It feels good being around only Pegasi 
> These are my ponies! 

> The white pony began making her way towards me
> I looked away, trying to pretend I didn't see her
> But she approached anyways 
> "Derpy, you know that I can take care of you right."
"What do you mean?"
> "Well look at you. You're so soft. You come off as a mare who needs a protector. I can protect you."
“I…I don’t need a protector…I…I think I’m fine.”
> She began rubbing her hoof along my jawbone
> “Fuck, you’re perfect ain’tcha. I could have lots of fun with a mare like you.”
“What do you mean?”
> “You want me to go into the details sweetheart?”
“I’d rather you didn’t do that.”

> She rolled her eyes “You beta types confuse me.”
"You're making me sad and confused too….”
> I hung my head and stared at the floor
> “BUT!” She continued “You’re also very kind and beautiful and obedient. And I think you’ll make an amazing trophy for your future marefriend. which is me of course." She whispered 
> She flicked my snout 
“Ow! Why do you keep hurting me?”
> She looked a little confused 
> “What do you mean? I’m just dancing? Wait…Do you not know how this works?”

> “Surprise! Get outta here!” Dash shouted as she approached 
> “I bet you feel so good about yourself, swiping this one up.” She hissed 
> “She’s not mine and she’s taken, so buzz off.”
> “Of course she’s already taken. The good ones are always taken.” 
> She approached me with a completely new attitude and shook my hoof

> “I’m very sorry, I hope you and your lover have a wonderful relationship.”
> She kissed my hoof and and walked away 
"Dash, what the heck is wrong with them?"
> “Things are different around here, just ignore them.”

> Dash pulled out a clipboard and began reading 
> "So, you wanna start with stretching then move onto push ups? Or we could…"
“No, I want to do the wing exercises!
> Dash sighed
> "Seriously?"
"Yep! I wanna be slim and fit, just like them!"
> Dash looked over at Fleethoof and Surprise who were staring at us snickering 

> "You know, they're on a pretty strenuous workout routine and I don't think that you'll get the same results no matter how hard you try."
"Why not?"
> "Because you're a…..Look, nevermind. You wanna do Pegasi exercises? Fine. Give me twenty wing pushups."

> I fell to my belly
> My face planted between my boobs
> I put my wings to the floor and with all my might tried to pull myself up
> But I couldn’t 
> I lifted my head and looked up at Dash 
> I could feel the milk and sweat sliding down my face 
"I…I can't do it."

> “Yo Dash! By the time she gets up she’ll be too old for ya.”
> Dash grabbed me by the hoof and began pulling me out of the gym
> “I knew this was a bad idea, why did I agree to this.” She muttered 
“Sorry Dash, I don’t know what’s gotten into them.”
> “Look, it's fine. Just get dressed and we’ll go to McHoofies.”


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> Dash didn’t order anything
> Instead she just stared out the window watching the sunset
"Those ponies were weird, weren't they?”
> "They were trying to make you their bitch."
> I looked down at my burger
“Yeah…I didn’t like them.”

> Dash pulled her face from the window 
> "Muffins, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it’s been a long time coming. You aren’t a full blooded Pegasus. You're not even a half-breed Pegasus.”
"What does that have to do with anything?"
> "You don't understand our mating practices or how we select mates. You don’t like to exercise, you don’t have the kill or be killed attitude and you're just too soft. Pegasi value speed, loyalty and…"
"Everything I'm not." I huffed
> "It's okay to be more earth pony than Pegasi. I mean...It's obvious you are, just by how horny you are all the time."
"I'm not horny all the time!"
> "You tried to kiss me in the change room." She said boldly 

 "Well. That's because I thought you were coming onto me!"
> "Look. What you saw back there with all the biting and the bullying. That's Pegasi flirting. What I was doing in the change room was helping. If I were you I would spend some time with the earth ponies in town. I think they're more your style. They're always talking about food, sex, hard work and all the other things you jive with.”
"I'm a Pegasus just like you! I'm not more earth pony! I can fly, walk on clouds and do everything you can!"
> "Muffins, you just ate twelve McHoofies burgers."

> My gut began to rumble
"So? What does that have to do with anything?"
> "I don't know any Pegasi who can eat that much and not get sick."
> "I think you should explore Earth Pony culture. I think you'd feel more comfortable in your skin if you did."
"Earth ponies are gross. All they wanna do is eat and rut."
> "Oh, come on Muffins. Those are just stereotypes!"




Pinkie:

> I finished my hayburger as I approached Fluttershy's cottage 
> Sometimes my appetite can be just as unrelenting as the heat between my legs!
> I could pounce on the next pony I meet and screw their brains out with the amount of sexual frustration building up in my heinie. 

> The door knob began to wiggle and I took a large inhale of the last clean air I'll be breathing for while
> Fluttershy opened the door, looking as defeated as the day she was born
> She had a small smile but it quickly faded when she saw ne
> "Oh, it's just you." She sighed 
"I'm glad you're thrilled to see me." I replied sardonically
> "It's not that! I was just hoping it was Muffins."
"She's not home yet? I was supposed to meet her here."
> "She's not."
> ….
> "Do you want to come in?"

> I walked into the cottage and admired the clutter 
> As I took the in the disaster before me, I saw piles of unwashed clothes fermenting in the corner of the doorway
Beneath vacant coat racks lied coats soaked in milk and wrinkled beyond belief   
> Plastic tubes rolled through the house like snakes only adding to the mess on the grimey floor.

> I followed Fluttershy into the living room where she sat across from me on her couch 
> My senses were being taken on a rollercoaster of disgust 
> The smell of stale milk, rotten food, rat feces 

> But by far the most pungent and revolting smell emanated from Fluttershy herself
> She was layered in so much sweat her fur had taken on a glossy tone 
> Like a candle dipped in wax she had been consumed by this new lifestyle 
> I could see in her eyes that this life was slowly corrupting her
> Fluttershy has always been a very tidy pony, seeing her cottage in this state was surreal and I felt like I had entered another reality.

> "How are you doing today?"
> I shook my head from my daze 
"Oh, I'm doing fine, I was supposed to meet Muffins to help you too "get it on" But I guess she forgot."
> "G…Get it on?" Fluttershy asked raising her hoof to her mouth 
"Yeah, she said she wanted me to…"
> The look on her face made me reconsider explaining
"Look, I know you two are quite….odd…"
> Fluttershy crossed her hooves 
"Muffins told me she wanted to experiment…sexually, and asked me to come over. I know it's weird and after explaining it I feel like I've agreed to something I probably shouldn't have. I'll see myself out."
> Just as stood up Fluttershy jumped from her seat
> "Wait!"

> "Since you're here I wanna show you something I've been working on."
> She led me down the hall to the bedroom
> "Now close your eyes." 
> I closed my eyes and giggled
"What have you been up to?"

> I heard a bit of crashing and the sound of her undressing
> "Okay! Open up!"
> I opened my eyes and what I saw made my jaw drop

> The floor of her bedroom was covered with hay
> She had long pieces of cardboard painted to look like the side of a barn leaning along the walls.
> There were pictures of cows, water guns filled with milk, dildos, a breast pump and more than my eyes could even take in.
> She threw on a pair of plastic cow ears and cow print socks and stood over a tin bucket adorning the most awkward face 
> "Ummm…Moo?"

> I don’t even know where to begin….
> "Fluttershy, this is insane. What the heck is all this stuff!?"
> "Well you see, I had this idea where I could be a cow and she would be a farmer and she would milk me."

> I was speechless 
"Fluttershy,After saying all that out loud, does it feel more or less insane?"
> She fell to the floor 
> "I don't know anymore, I'm trying my best but it's almost like she doesn't like me anymore."
"Come on Fluttershy, you just need to figure out what gets her going! What do you guys do in bed? Have you tried face sitting?"

> "Well, no. She says she's afraid of suffocating under my "fat butt." But she sits on my face all the time and her butt is bigger than mine!".

"She sits on your face ALL the time?"
> She nodded her head 
> "sometimes for hours. I don't know why. We'll be in the middle of talking about my day and suddenly she wants to sit on my face. I think my job really turns her on." She giggled
> I rolled my eyes 
> Fluttershy is probably the ONLY pony Muffins could EVER manipulate.

"Do you think that maybe she's doing it to keep you quiet?"
> "I never thought about it like that." 
> Fluttershy started into space looking dumbfounded 
"Have you two ever sat down and talked about you like in bed?"

> Fluttershy shook her head 
> "I don't think Muffins knows what she likes."
> Fluttershy looked upwards in thought
> "Well….I think that Muffins likes mares who she respects. Twilight for instance. Twilight hasn't ever given her a hint of interest, yet she follows her around like a puppy."

"Well that's it then! You just need to show her who's boss!"
> "I've tried! But she doesn't listen to me."
"Fluttershy, it's very easy. Just lay down the law. This is your house, she should respect that you're letting her stay here after all."
> Fluttershy looked down and away 
> "Why does love have to be so hard?"

> The front door clicked open and the sound of hoofsteps approached 
> Fluttershy jumped to her hooves and began pushing me out of the room 
> "Quick! I want this to be a surprise!"
> Fluttershy almost threw me off my hooves with how rough she was pushing me.
> Fluttershy slammed the door and when I turned around I was staring at Rainbow Dash 
> I felt my heart stop and my body seize 
> Rainbow twisted her head in confusion

> I side eyed Fluttetshy who was looking down at Muffins, equally nervous for completely different reasons.
> Dash and I locked eyes for a long, increasingly awkward moment
> Why was she here!?
> I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to speak but all that came out was a hushed, squeaky 
"What's up Rainbow Dash?"

> "I was just escorting Muffins home."
> Was that a slant?
> That bitch!
>...
> Maybe I'm overthinking 
> Dash would never

> She removed one of my business cards from her gym bag
> "But not like escort ponies."
> That bitch!
> "Pinkie, how can you….Why do you keep….Just why? You've already made such an ass of yourself."
“I’m trying to make Bits.”

> Dash looked up at Fluttershy who was in still in her cow outfit
> She then looked back at me
> Then up at Fluttershy again
> “Fluttershy, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is…”
> “Ummm…What do you think this is?” 
> Rainbow turned back to me

> “I can see you being sloppy seconds to random ponies, but your friends!? Seriously Pinkie!?”
“No! Muffins hired me! She’s totally cool with all of this!”
> We all turned to Muffins
> “Ummm…I…I…I was just hoping that maybe Pinkie could teach us how to….be better in bed?”
> Rainbow shook her head, looking disappointed in all of us
> I felt like rolling into a ball and flinging myself as far away as I could 
> This is true rock bottom.

> “Look, if you want advice, I can help you but I’m not doing it if SHE’S here.”
“Fine! I don’t wanna do it with you either!”
> I grabbed Muffins hoof 
“I’ll go with Muffins and YOU can go with Fluttershy.”

> “Do you think that's the best idea?” Fluttershy asked “I mean, shouldn’t we all collaborate so we can all share ideas and understand each other better?”
>...
> “Fluttershy, I love you like a sister, but I am NOT working with Pinkie if I don’t have to. You and I will talk, Pinkie and Muffins will talk and the two of you can discuss what you’ve learned between yourselves.”
> I nodded in agreement
> Thank Celestia for compromise 
> Doing this with Rainbow scrutinizing me the entire time would just make things awkward 

> Muffins and I went into the kitchen while Rainbow and Fluttershy entered the bedroom
“Okay Muffins, I’m here to help. Whatever you want to say feel free to tell me. This is a no judgment zone.”
> "Dash keeps saying I'm not a Pegasi! She thinks I'm an earth pony."
> Despite our history, Dash was kinda right
> Muffins definitely have the physicality of an Earth Pony.
> Her mindset is harder to pinpoint 
> Though, trying to figure out what was going through that scrambled noggin relating to ANYTHING is a task probably better reserved for professionals
> I’m not a professional
> But she definitely is an earth pony, despite what she believes.

"You know Muffins, Earth Ponies are a very good race. Many think we're all just fat, inbred, sex addicts."
>.....
> "And!?"
"Oh! They're completely right!"
> Muffins looked like she was about to cry
"But! We're not only the hardest working breed, we’re also the strongest! When's the last time you got sick?"
> "I don't know….It's been a very long time "

"Exactly! That's why you never have to shower or do the dishes. But it's important for us to be hygienic so our (inferior) friends don't get Ill."
> Muffins put her hooves over her forehead, staring down at the floor looking like she was on the brink of an existential crisis.
> "I feel like my entire life has been a lie….Pinkie. You’re one of my bestest friends. Please tell me truthfully….What am I?”

> She looked like she was going to bawl
> I’ve seen her on the brink of tears many times, but this was different
> She had the face of pure terror behind weepy eyes
> For the second time today Muffins had forced my hoof
> I placed my hoof between the bridge of my snout fighting the urge to say something I know I'll regret.

> Except this time, the ramifications of my words could make or break this mares entire reality. 
> If I tell her she’s a Pegasi she’ll be happy but continue to live in her delusions 
> But if I tell her the truth, it could trigger her into start feeling more comfortable in her own skin
> Or it’ll break her brain….
> ….
> Fuck it

> I forced myself to smile 
“Muffins, in all honesty I think that you’re a….”


Fluttershy:

> Rainbow paced about the room with unjustified anger
> Even when she was a filly, whenever Rainbow became passionate about anything she would march about without rhyme or reason
> I don’t know if was to create a commanding presence or if she drinks too much coffee
> But it always kinda frightened me…

> “I don’t know what Pinkies has been telling you, but forget all of it! Wipe it from your mind and replace all that awful advice with my awesome advice!”
> I just sighed
> I know both Pinkie and Rainbow are just trying to help, but this really isn’t appropriate
"Look Rainbow, I know that your intentions are good, but I've been waiting all day to spend some snuggle-time with Muffins. I would love it if everypony would just leave so the two of us could….”
> "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Muffin's a little distraught right now. I just ripped off a band aid which should’ve been torn away years ago. Did you know that she believes that's she’s more Pegasi than Earth Pony?"
"Well…Yes, But I never saw that as a bad thing. Sometimes I feel like I'm more earth pony than Pegasi."

> Rainbow stopped her restless pacing and turned to me with the strangest face.
> "Yeah….But you know you aren't, right?"
“Oh, I don’t know…” I said hiding my face below my mane
> I really wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter much to me anyhow 
> Pegasi, Earth pony…At the end of the day, it doesn't really matter.
> I have my friends, a home and most importantly my lovely Muffins 
> Life’s already complicated enough without worrying about such things.
> Judging by Rainbow’s twisted expression, which was a strange mixture between confusion, disgust and anger 
> I don’t she didn’t think she agreed with that mentality in the slightest…

> "Look at yourself! You're lanky, you have wings, thin fur! Come on Fluttershy! Your personality is the archetype of the ideal beta Pegasi! The only reason you think you're an earth pony is because you've spent your entire life on the ground!"
"Yes, and that's what makes me an earth pony. I'm on the earth."
> I couldn’t help but shoot her a confident little smile

> Rainbow looked stunned 
> "Does earth pony blood even run your family?"
“Gosh Rainbow, I really don’t know….When it comes down to our blood, aren’t we all A LITTLE mixed? I mean, I don't know how we got mixed in the first place, but I don't think anypony is really "pure".
> Dash shook her head in violent disagreement

> "Fluttershy, you're talking nonsense! Do you really think that their’s no difference between Me, a pure breed and Muffins?"
"Well now that you mention it…"
> "Yes!?" Rainbow urged
"Muffins isn't as loud " I peeped 
> Rainbow looked frustrated 
> “Do you know anything about Pegasi culture?”
“I can’t say I do, but does that really make me less of a Pegsi?”
> "Pegasi operate in a submissive/dominant hierarchy. YOU are clearly a beta, hence you're kind, soft and…weird nature."
"Weird? What's weird about me?"
> Rainbow exhaled deeply
 "Look, at this point I'm starting to believe you're both too far gone. My suggestion is you both do some self reflection because not only are these delusions unhealthy, they're probably what's causing you both to not get along like you used to."
> Rainbow walked out and not a second later Muffins entered the bedroom

> But for some reason, she had head down
“Oh, Muffins! You’re back! How did your talk with Pinkie go?”
> “Fine.” She replied quick and coldly 
“That's great! My talk with Rainbow was a little strange, but I think that we both learned a little something about each other! Did you learn anything?”
> She stopped near the bedside and stared at the mattress with an unchanging, haunted expression 
> “I learned that I’m probably not a Pegasi. Meaning that my entire identity has pretty much been a lie. I don’t know if I can trust any of you to tell me the truth anymore, And I kinda just wanna go to sleep. I'm hoping this entire day was all just a really bad dream.”

“Oh! Ummmm…Are you sure? Because I set up this entire scene where you could be the farmer and I’d be a cow….”
> “Not interested. Good night.”
> This was odd…
> We crawled into bed and she sat upright staring into space
“Ummm….Muffins. Did you pick up that cream I asked you to?”
> Muffins shook her head and crawled into bed
"Oh…It’s no big deal, you can get it tomorrow!” I said with cheer
> “Fluttershy….J…Just stop.” 
“Stop? Stop what?”
> She stared down at her hooves
> “What happened to us? You used to be….I mean…I…I always thought that no matter what…I would always know, that despite everything life threw at me that I could be certain that I was a Pegasi….I….I thought that I had some kind of control….I knew who I was…At Least I thought I did….Pegasi are Strong, loyal and proud….Pegasi don’t cry….B..But I guess after all these years I’m not REALLY a Pegasi? Fluttershy, why didn’t you tell me? After all these years why didn’t you tell me?”
“I…”
> What could I say?
“You see Muffins. I always thought you WERE a Pegasi! You certainly look like one, who’s to say you aren’t one?”

> She looked crushed
> Like the last flickering embers of hope had been snuffed.
> Leaving her cold and impersonal.
> “Fluttershy, I’m going to bed now.”

“But we haven’t even made love! I set this entire thing up for you to feel better!”
> She stuck the tubes to her teats, wrapped herself in the blankets and faced the wall
“Wait! Dash was telling me all sorts of things about Pegasi culture! Are you submissive or dominant? Because I could be either!...If you want me to be…”
> Oh! How do I do any of this!? It's so confusing!
> “Good night Fluttershy.”
>...
“Muffins? Are you asserting dominance?”
>....
“Muffins, I….I demand you to get up and pleasure me!…Please?”
>...
“Muffins…?”
>...

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