This choice: ...Drink up their milk!" • Go Back...Chapter #8All for a glass of milk by: Godot   Pinkie is shocked by your proposal, "But, but Peachy! You're here to make us milk. We can't risk getting another pony down here. Not everypony likes being milked like you, you know?"
"But I need it, Pinkie, I need milk! A whole pony worth of milk!" You jiggle your enormous girth and shake the room with your crying. Pinkie has to run to each of her tanks of milky goodness to keep them from falling over. She's so flustered she might even agree to your demands.
"Peachy, stop! You'll knock over the milk!"
"I want milk, I want it I want it I want it noooooow!" You pound your tub gut like a pudgy drum and kick and shout. You look like a schoolfoal throwing a temper tantrum. A two-ton, orange blobby brat of a schoofoal, but a schoolfoal nonetheless. All your shaking stirs up your gut, sending a burbling bubble of intestinal byproducts up out of your stomach and up to your throat. You purse your lips and part them just slightly for a loud, fudgy burp that sends the memories of your earlier meals over your tongue.
Pinkie clearly doesn't enjoy the scent as much as you do. Her nose crinkles and she has to cover it with one hoof to keep from retching, "Oh yikes! Peachy-weachy that is a smell! Look, I'll go right now and get you some milk, okay? Just stay put and don't make too much noise. We're really deep down here but somepony still might hear you. After the whole mishap with those two we have to keep this operation a secret. Okie dokie Lokie?"
You're too busy shoveling snacks into your piehole to hear her, but you nod your head and return to stuffing some snicker doodles into your mouth. Your tongue is so terribly dry, you'd drink your own mucus if Pinkie wasn't going to get you some milk right now. While gulping down the last peanut butter cookie in your short reach you spot Pinkie ascending a ladder on one end of the room. You hope she returns soon, you're dying here!
...
Far off in the Everfree Forest there is no maniacal munching or hungry slurping. The woods are peaceful, aside from the gentle chirping of birds and insects. The only thing that would sound out of place is a slight mechanical humming coming from the hut of Zecora, the enchantress. She paid the noise no mind, though. The zebra was far too concerned with her latest potion brewing over her fireplace.
"Cream of wheat and bumblebee wings, sparrow's feet and scorpion stings," Zecora hums as she prepares the potion, "Toadstool scrapings and a flower azure, and the milk of two fillies, in love but pure."
She stops stirring when she hears a knock on the door. Placing her wooden spoon aside Zecora makes for the door. The humming is still going full force, but she doesn't seem to care.
"Who could be at my door while I prepare this drink of allure?" The door swings open, revealing the precocious pinky pony herself. "Why, if it isn't Pinkie pie? What is your cause for this pleasant coming-by?"
"Hits Zec, I gotta talk to you. Remember those two sourpusses I dropped by here last week?"
The zebra seems quite pleased, "Ah yes, the two spoiled teens, I put them in the back to harvest their cream."
"You have milk?" A wave of relief washes over Pinkie, "Goodie! We need some. Actually, we need a lot. Y'see we got this new girl and she's making a whole lotta the cream, but she wants milk too. And I figured the best place to get come would be here."
"Hmm," Zecora taps her chin a bit as she thinks, "If it's filly milk you lack, then you may the both of them back!"
"Really? Wow Zecora, that'd be super! I mean, I don't wanna take your milk-makers away if you still need 'em."
"Not at all, the milk I have will suffice, I've milked eight gallons and I can keep it on ice. Their milk sacs produce plenty with a bit of magic, and to separate them again would be tragic."
Zecora guides Pinkie towards the end of the hut, where a little doorway partitioned by a bead curtain stands. She pulls it aside to give pinkie a good look at what she was keeping back there. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are bound to the floor. Their legs are spread by bars and they each wear a thick iron collar. The humming that permeates the air is coming from the milking machine that has been milking them raw for weeks. Underneath the mechanical whirring there is a light sobbing. Diamond Tiara seems to have fallen asleep, but her friend, no her beloved Silver Spoon is laying on top of her and crying softly.
"Oh, they're not looking so good," Pinkie remarks.
"I would say not, it took much time, I needed to beat them to keep them in line." Zecora's voice carries a bit of venom, "A reed against the flank to stop their talking and a chain around their neck to prevent them from walking. But if you wish to take them today, I will fetch the cart and we shall load them up right away."
"Yeah, that'd be good..." Pinkie is starting to feel a little bad about leaving Diamond and Silver alone here, they look skinnier than usual and the bruises are obvious. Pinkie doesn't say much else to Zecora as the zebra uses a reed, most likely the same reed, to prod them and get the two onto a small cart so Pinkie can haul them away. The poor things are silent for the entire ride.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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