What's on the Menu

Applejack had rushed in to help Rarity after she fainted. She was taken her away and isolated for some time in case there was anything wrong with the cow. Applejack couldn’t risk infecting her entire herd if there was something wrong with the cow, after all.

A few weeks passed until Rarity was deemed healthy enough to be let back into the general cow population. She was also returned the pen next to Sweetie Belle. They began to talk and discuss the situation, turning to how Rarity had ended up at the farm. Sweetie Belle took note of an odd tone in Rarity’s voice as she talked, but listened nonetheless.

〈”And so, after I gave Derpy her delicious looking muffin hat, which I must say she looked dashing in, I went back home to take a nice rest.”〉

〈”No, Rarity, I mean how did you get HERE? You know, at Sweet Apple Acres?”〉

〈”Oh, yes, that. Well Sweetie, it all started after I got back home. I had just laid down for a nap when…”〉

The door to the Carousel Boutique slammed open followed by the sound of a loud yawn. The yawn accompanied the sound of clopping hooves as the mare turned cow entered the main room.

〈”Oh, what a delightful day of making ponies happy with my generosity. I do hope they all enjoyed my gifts. But being so generous sure has made me tired. Perhaps a nice nap would be a good idea.”〉 she said aloud before letting out another big yawn.

Rarity was more tired than she thought and decided to just curl up in a pile of her fabrics instead of making her way upstairs. Just as she laid down to take said nap and her eyes were just fluttering shut, her peace was disturbed by a very loud knocking at her door.

〈”Sorry! We’re closed!”〉 Rarity called out. She didn’t realize her speech was now just loud mooing sounds. To her, she was certain she was talking normally. The knocking continued despite her proclamation. Instead the knocking only got louder. Rarity realized the knocking wouldn’t stop until she answered the door. Rarity got up from her relatively comfortable pile of fabrics and groaned loudly., By the time she reached the door there was frown on her face. 〈”I SAID we are closed!”〉 Her tone was quite annoyed at the rude interruption. She reached out a hoof and grabbed hold of the handle of the door. She yanked hard and took a deep breath. Before she could tell off whoever it was pounding on her door, oddly, she found nopony standing there. Instead, what she saw was a carrot hovering in front of her now open door.

Well, I can’t pass up a free snack, I AM quite famished.

The cow took a couple of step forwards and bit at the carrot hard. The sound of clacking teeth echoed in the fairly empty boutique when she missed the carrot. In fact, it looked like the carrot was still just out of reach. She took two more steps forward and attempted again. Again she missed. So lost in her own want of a snack, she didn’t even notice when a rope was slipped around her neck. She also didn’t notice the slight giggle that came from a light grey pegasus who was hovering just above her, nor the fact the carrot was suspended from a stick. She stepped forward again and chomped. Again, nothing but air. The carrot was still just out of her reach. Another step, another miss. Rarity let out a very loud moo of consternation, trying harder to get the carrot floating right in front of her.

Step, clack, moo. Step, clack, moo. That was the pattern Rarity followed as she chased the floating carrot through the back alleys of Ponyville. All the while she was certain she would get her snack.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for the mare, the carrot was finally close enough for her to grab it. She chewed on the tasty, crunchy snack as she half listened to Derpy.

“Welcome home cow! You belong to me now so you gotta make me milk for my muffins,” Derpy said loudly. Rarity glanced up when she was addressed and paused mid-chew briefly. Rarity had no interest in what was being said, though, so she quickly returned to her crunchy snack just as Derpy continued. “Free milk will make muffins cheaper, now everypony can afford to have them all the time! Wait there, I’ll be right back!”

Rarity paid no attention to how much time went by. She was content to keep munching on her snack. Rarity only glanced up when Derpy returned a short time later. She carried with her a large milk pail which she set down on the ground in front of Rarity.

"Ok, cow, there's a bucket, now give me milk."

Derpy watched the cow expectantly. She glanced back and forth between Rarity and the bucket. And then back at Rarity. And then to the bucket. She was quite confused; the bucket was still empty. “Why aren’t you filling the bucket, cow?” In her frustration, the wall-eyed mare gave Rarity a few pokes. “Come ON!” The commotion from inside Derpy’s house was loud enough to alert a pony walking past her house.

Within seconds of the loud outburst, there was a knock on her door. “I wonder who THAT could be,” she said to the cow, her annoyance turning into curiosity almost instantly. When she opened the door she was surprised to find Applejack standing there.

“Oh, hello Applejack! Why did you come to visit me?” she asked. “Did I forget that I ordered apples again?” Applejack just shook her head, a curious and concerned look on her face.

“Oh, no, Derpy, nothing like that THIS time,” she responded before adding on a quick, “But you DO have an order of apples coming in the next week. I was just passing by your house and I heard you yelling. Is everything alright, sugarcube?”

Derpy nodded quickly even while shrugging. “Well, sorta? I got a cow so I could get free milk, I gave her a bucket, and I told her to fill the bucket. But the bucket’s still empty! I just don’t know what went wrong…”

Applejack rolled her eyes and sighed. “Where in Equestria did you get a-” Applejack quickly pushed that thought aside and held up a hoof. “You know what, nevermind. I probably don’t want to know where you got a cow from. But you have to actually milk the cow, she can’t give you the milk herself. Do you even have space to keep a cow? Do you have the food to keep her fed?”

With each question, Derpy became more embarrassed and shook her head. Slowly her gaze shifted from Applejack down to the floor. “No… I guess I have to give away the cow,” she finally said with a tone of disappointment in her voice. “Goodbye free milk.”

“Now hold on there, Derpy! You might not be able to keep the cow here, but I think we can work out something,” interjected Applejack before Derpy could get completely upset. “I’ll let your cow stay at my farm, get fed, get milked, and you can have, let’s say…70% of the milk and 100% of the bits made from the 30% sold minus costs for feeding and keeping the cow healthy. In short, I’ll pay you to keep your cow at my farm!”

Applejack was taken completely by surprise when Derpy answered with a very enthusiastic, “Yes!”

“I… you don’t want to make a counteroffer?” she asked. She wasn’t used to getting a yes on her first offer, so it caught her off guard. Applejack shrugged and, wasting no time, led the cow from Derpy’s house to the barn on Sweet Apple Acres.

〈”And so, Applejack led me here and fed me. She also let me have a comfy place to sleep and nap. I’ve been meaning to talk to her about how I’m not a cow, but If what you told me is true, the prank you pulled won’t let me actually speak in pony.”〉

Sweetie Belle had a blush plastered on her face as she watched Rarity. In the process of telling her story, the gate to Rarity’s pen had been opened and a rather well hung bull entered. Rarity didn’t seem to notice the bull at all when he had mounted her and started to breed her.

〈”Sweetie, are you alright? Your face is all red!”〉

Sweetie Belle pointed toward Rarity and the bull roughly thrusting into the cow who seemed blissfully unaware of what was happening. 〈”R-Rarity… there’s… well…”〉 she mooed out. She jumped in surprise when Applejack opened the door to her own pen.

“Alright, Little Horn, In you go. I’m sure you’re anxious for your first mating.”

A rather eager and young bull bounded into Sweetie Belle’s pen. His cock throbbed and dripped with pre in anticipation of his first lay. Before Sweetie could react, the bull was on her and shoving his cock right inside her virgin slit. There was no care or loving, all he was concerned with was getting off.

〈”AH! A bull is mating with you! And me!”〉 After a few thrusts, though, Sweetie Belle became more aware of the bull mating with her, and how well hung he was. 〈”GAH! You should be called BIG Horn!”〉

Rarity nodded as she let the bull thrust into her hard. His speed made his balls slap against her clit audibly. Despite the roughness, though, Rarity seemed bored and nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

〈”Oh yes, it’s not as pleasurable as when I’m with a nice hung stallion like Big Mac, but it feels so good to get filled up. Plus, Applejack says my milk will start coming in soon.”〉 Sweetie Belle gasped at both the feeling of the bull cock pumping in and out of her and the realization that the prank had spiraled more out of control than she thought.

〈”Rarity! You aren’t thinking right! You’re a pony not a cow!” You’d never let a bull do... that to you!”〉

〈”Oh, it was surprising at first with my first mating, but Applejack was there to guide me and show my proper place as a cow,”〉Rarity explained. 〈”I’ve always been a cow, Sweetie, you know this. You’ll learn after a few breedings. And soon, even YOUR milk will start coming in.”〉

Before Sweetie could form the words she wanted to say, the bull's thrusting sped up. There was no loving in his rutting, no tenderness at all. To the young bull, Sweetie Belle was just another cow to rut and breed with. What Rarity had said about being a cow rang through her mind when she felt a pleasure building inside of her. The pleasure began to fog her mind and she began to think that perhaps, just perhaps, Rarity was right and she had always been a cow.

〈"Me being a pony? What an absurd-"〉 Sweetie Belle's words cut off and she shook her head. She tried to fight off the thoughts telling her she was a cow and push those thoughts to the back of her mind as best she could. That was until the young bull suddenly stopped his thrusting and left Sweetie Belle unsatisfied.

〈”HEY! Don’t just stop when I’m so clo-”〉 she mooed in complaint. Her words cut off and turned into a moo of pleasure when she felt the cock throb, twitch, and spurt out a rope of cum deep inside of her. The hot, sticky mess filling up Sweetie Belle set the young calf off herself. Her passage clamped down and massaged the cock buried inside of her as she rode out her first orgasm. She punctuated her release with a much louder moo, briefly forgetting she was not a cow.

Rarity, on the other hoof, had become so used to the repeated matings that her body barely registered any pleasure at all. The mating act was just for procreation, not pleasure. She didn’t even flinch or move when her bull pulled out, letting his thick cum drip out of her well used vagina.

Applejack stood at the entrance to the two pens and watched the ruttings. After years of helping her livestock mate, such sights didn’t affect her. She was only watching to make sure her new cows were kept safe.

"I see you two are adjusting nicely," she said as the two bulls quickly left the pens. Both cows had white cum dripping out their vaginas and down their back legs. "Well, in that case, let me add both of you to the roster.”

Applejack entered Sweetie Belle’s pen first, then closed the pen door and locked it. In her hoof she held a clipboard and an odd looking gun device. Sweetie Belle took a step away from Applejack as she watched her approaching. She didn’t know why, but she felt a mix of fear and anticipation. Just what was Applejack planning to do?

"First, I'm going to have to name you, then we'll tag you. So, what name should I give you?"

Applejack looked closely at the young calf and chuckled lightly. Sweetie Belle splayed her ears back in embarrassment as she was looked over.

"You know, you remind me of a certain pony my little sister spends time with. So I think I'll call you-" She paused briefly as she ran a few names through her head. She gave a nod when she had the name. "Cowbelle."

With those words, Applejack marked down the name on her clipboard and the tag. She then slipped the gun device over one of Cowbelle's ears and squeezed the trigger. There was a sudden sharp pain from the quick puncture which faded quickly. The sound of the punch was punctuated with a loud moo of surprise and pain. Once the pain had subsided, Cowbelle flicked her ear in curiosity and annoyance. She could feel the weight of her new piercing but with how it was angled, she couldn't even read what it said.

Cowbelle continued to flick her ear and play with the tag. She paid no attention to Applejack and didn’t see when she walked out of her pen. She also didn’t notice when the gate was closed and locked. Applejack then proceeded to Rarity's pen. Knowing how complacent she was, Applejack didn’t bother to close or lock the gate. Once inside, she circled the cow and looked her over, taking glances to her clipboard.

"Alright, so I didn't get to pick the name for you, I left that up to Derpy since she owns you. And she named you..." Applejack flipped through some papers until she found the info she was looking for. "Rarity Cow. Well that's... an interesting name. Amd quite a mouthful to say. I'm sure she won't mind me shortening that. So I'll mark you down as Raricow. Guess she had Rarity on the brain with how she was going on and on about that muffin hat."

Applejack then marked down the chosen name and attached the tag with little protest. "Just a few more matings and you'll be ready for the dairy farm." She told Rarity with a couple of pats to her flank. Applejack was about to say more when Big Macintosh came running up. "Applejack! Customer." She and Big Macintosh left with no words, leaving the two cows to their pens.

Silence fell over the barn and neither cow made a sound. Minutes passed without either cow saying a word. It was Cowbelle who finally spoke up.

〈"Wow... Rarity, what was that feeling?"〉 Cowbelle asked once her mind was clear enough for rational thought. 〈"It felt like-”〉

〈"Your true purpose? See? You're growing up to be the perfect breeder. If you're lucky, you might even become a milk cow like me!"〉

Cowbelle nodded at Raricow's words and was nearly believing what she was saying. But in the back of her mind she knew; she was a pony not a cow! Cowbelle had to figure out some way to snap Rarity out of it before she, herself, could devolve into a full cow's mindset. It was right when she realized the problem when Applejack returned with a rather large and husky griffin following behind her.

"You've come with your request at just the right time, Gabrielle," stated Applejack as the pair entered the barn. "Our milk cows just recently gave birth and are in the process of returning to their proper milk production rate."

"Good, good..." came the response before things went silent again. The silence was broken by the sound of a tongue licking over a beak. "While your prices are quite fair and honest, it's taken me some time to save up for this rare treat. Please, lead the way."

Applejack led the female griffin to the pens on the far side of the barn that held the newborn calves and bulls. Gabrielle stayed silent as she looked. With each of the newborns she saw, she shook her head and became more agitated. “No, none of these seem to meet my needs,” she said tersely. The annoyance in her voice was easy to hear. “These seem to be much too small. Do you have any more? Or should I take my business elsewhere? I’m sure the Appleloosans may have what I’m after.”

Applejack jumped at the mention of Appleloosa and quickly shook her head. “No!” she said quickly, mind working quickly. She couldn’t lose a sale, especially one with as high a price she was getting. “I er… mean... these are only the new ones born in the last few weeks,” she replied quickly before she blinked and paused. “But we DID just get a new one, I think she’s a bit older. Two of my little sister’s friends brought her in. Would you like to se-” She glanced over at the griffin and gulped when she saw the annoyed expression. “Of course you would! I have her penned on the other side of the barn!”

Quickly, Applejack led Gabrielle to the other pens and stood to the side. The griffin peered inside the pen and stared at the young calf. As soon as she set eyes on Cowbelle she licked her beak and nodded. “Yes. YES! This is the one!” Gabrielle squawked happily. Applejack was about to interject and say that she didn’t know much about the young cow but the glare she got when she took her breath silenced her concerns before they started.

“Alright then, I’ll have her marked and get started on the feeding plan,” she replied, leading the griffin out of the barn. “It shouldn’t take longer than three or four months once we get started.”

“You have made me VERY happy. If you exceed my expectations, I may add an extra tip to go with my payment. Your brother looks like he might be rather well hung~” There was a beat, then a VERY loud squawking laugh that echoed down the hall. “I’m kidding! Hahaha you should see the look on your face!”

Cowbelle was completely confused as to what was going on, especially who the griffin was and what was meant by feeding plan. At least from what Applejack had said she knew she’d have at least some time to figure out how to tell Applejack what had happened. With her thoughts bouncing around and trying to figure out what her next move would be, she lost track of how much time had passed. By the time she looked back up, Applejack had returned and thrown a loop of rope around her neck. The next thing she knew she was being lead out her stall and to a more remote part of the farm.

〈”Wait! Applejack! Where are you taking me!? Rarity! Help me!”〉

To Applejack, though, everything Cowbelle was trying to cry out sounded like moos. She wasn’t deliberately ignoring the young cow, she just couldn’t understand her. When Cowbelle started tugging back against the rope in defiance, Applejack gave a hard tug back. “Come! On! Cowbelle!” Applejack grunted out as she pulled. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

Despite the fighting, Applejack was eventually able to lead Cowbelle into another pen. It was much smaller than the other one she had been in and in a much more secluded place. Applejack then tied the rope to a gate at the far end of the new pen. Cowbelle had very little room to move thanks to twin metal bars running down each side. The cool metal of the bars held snug on either side of her body which kept her from moving left or right. However, her head remained free and she was able to look around and take in her new surroundings.

Said surroundings included the metal bars, wood, more wood, LOTS of wood, some kind of wood shavings on the floor, no Applejack… Cowbelle stopped looking around when she realized she was standing in the pen, unguarded. She saw it as an opportunity to escape but, when she tugged to try and back out, she was held fast by the rope. She froze completely when she heard hoofsteps approaching.

Applejack reappeared but the first thing Cowbelle noticed wasn’t that she was back. No, what she noticed first was what Applejack was carrying in her hooves. Cowbelle had visited the farm enough times with Applebloom to know exactly what it was: a red hot, glowing brand. Applebloom didn’t really explain the different brand marks and what each one meant too well to Cowbelle. Or more, she hadn’t really been paying attention at the time.

“Well, Cowbelle, I guess it’s kinda lucky that we haven’t had much time to get attached to you,” Applejack said when she brought the brand close to Cowbelle’s flank. Cowbelle could feel the radiant heat of the brand as it got close and tried to step away to the side. All that happened was the feeling of cold metal pressing to her side that prevented her from getting away from the brand. The cow let out a loud, pained moo when the glowing metal pressed against her flesh. Applejack held the brand in place for some time. Once satisfied the mark was both permanent and visible she removed it to admire her handiwork; a large V burned on Cowbelle’s flank. Due to the excruciating pain, Cowbelle didn’t notice the brand approaching her other side nor did she feel the same pain again until she was taken out of the pen. It was only on the way back to her original pen that she felt the full effect of the pain. She began to cry softly.

Applejack led the softly crying cow back to the pen next to Rarity. Cowbelle, who was still in shock from the pain, didn’t notice or even care that her big sister was getting pounded roughly by another bull. All she wanted to do was fix the prank and get home with her sister. Have everything back to normal. Carefully she sat down and tried to not put any of her weight on her marks as she continued to cry.

〈“I just wanna go home… I’m so sorry Rarity…”〉

Wallowing in her mix of pain and self pity, Cowbelle didn’t notice when Applejack left the two of them alone. What did catch her eye was her crusader cape. She knew better than to think that perhaps her friends had figured out what had happened. More than likely, they just wanted to let the young cow keep warm while they searched for Sweetie Belle.

That was a search Cowbelle knew would be fruitless. It was impossible at this point to try and communicate with the ponies, and with the changes so far along, nopony would notice them as anything but cows.

〈”Oh, Rarity…”〉 Sweetie Belle said sadly. 〈”I’ll be more cow than pony soon, and I just wish I could snap you out of your own mindset and get your advice…〉 She clutched the cape tighter in her grip and snuggled against it. She remembered all the fun times she had with her friends which caused her to look down at the cape and sigh.

〈”I’ll never get to wear this cape again… Rarity was so mad we cut up her fabric to- WAIT!”〉 She stared harder at the cape excitedly. 〈”That’s it! Don’t you worry Rarity, I’ll at least fix your mind!”〉

Sweetie Belle’s plan had to happen when Raricow wasn’t distracted. But for the moment she was busy with another bull. The sight threatened to raise her cow urges and instincts back to the surface but she steeled herself against it. She shuddered and whined, nearly losing the battle.

〈”That looks… r-really fun… but I gotta fuck a bull! I mean fight these urges!〉

And fight she did. Cowbelle fought hard and repressed those base urges until the bull was done with her sister and had dismounted her. Rarity was once again the only cow in her stall, the white, creamy bull cum still dripping down between her legs. Sweetie Belle saw her chance and took it. She placed a corner of her cape on the floor and stepped on it to hold it place. She then took a different corner in her mouth and began to tug.

〈”I sure hope this works…”〉 she mooed out muffledly. She tugged hard on the cape and felt the taut fabric reach its’ limit. A small tear formed in the middle. The tear quickly got larger and wider, the sound of the tearing cloth echoing loudly in the barn.

Rarity, at first, just flicked an ear idly at the sound. As it continued, however, the flicking turned to swiveling and her body language took on a cringe. Her eyes blinked quickly and began to show more intelligence in them. With little warning, Rarity turned to glare at Sweetie Belle and raised her voice.

〈”SWEETIE BELLE! How many times must I tell you to not play with my fabrics? You’re going to-”〉 Rarity trailed off and looked around. 〈”Sweetie Belle? Why are we at Applejack’s farm? And why do you look like a calf?”〉she asked confused. She caught sight of herself in a mirror and screamed a loud moo. It was sheer luck that Applejack didn’t come running to see what the problem was.

〈”RARITY! Calm down! I’m sorry!”〉 Sweetie Belle yelled back. Surprisingly her voice managed to cut off Rarity’s screaming.

〈”Sweetie Belle? Why, Whatever is going on?”〉

Sweetie Belle steeled herself and took a deep breath before giving her explanation in one rather long, unbroken sentence. 〈”I may have pulled a prank on you and it got out of hoof and we ended up at Applejack’s and I can’t figure out how to fix things also you’re gonna be a milk cow and I got picked for something RARITY HELP!”〉

Of most notable to her was what appeared to be a cutie mark on her sister's flank.

〈"Sweetie Belle, whatever do you mean, prank?”〉 she asked. There was a brief pause before Rarity gasped loudly. It looked to her that her little sister had finally found what she had been looking for! 〈”If it's got you your cutie mark, I couldn't be prouder! Let me get a better look."〉

〈"It's not a cutie mark..."〉

Rarity leaned closer to get a better look. She studied the mark as it came into focus. There was definitely a mark there but it was no cutie mark.

〈”Why, you’re absolutely right, Sweetie. That’s not a cutie mark, it’s a brand! Wait… that’s a ‘v’ shaped brand.〉

Rarity quickly ran through the different marks in her head. She had learned quite a few of them due to spending a bit of time at the farm visiting Applejack. Rarity always thought the use of brands was barbaric but she would admit that they were a practical way of keeping track of the livestock. But at that precise moment, she couldn’t for the life of her remember that particular brand.

〈”A V brand? V…. I know that symbol is familiar but what is it?”〉 Rarity began to pace about in her pen.

〈”Rarity! Come on, spit it out! What do you mean, V brand?”〉

Before Rarity could answer, Applejack returned to the pens. She carried with her a feed bag, a length of rope, and a self piercing nose ring. She watched as Rarity paced back and forth. Concerned at the way she was acting, Applejack entered Rarity’s pen first

“Calm down girl, you’re gonna be alright…” she said as she brought the nose ring up toward Rarity. “We’ll have to use this for now til you get used to the farm and milking machines.”

Rarity stopped her pacing and stared at ring. This was one thing Rarity had never seen used at the farm, so she unsure of what it was used for. She watched as the clasp of the nose ring was opened and brought forward. She could smell the metallic twang of the ring as it slid in her nose, not flinching until she felt a sharp, white hot pain as the piercing needle cut through the cartilage and snapped shut. Applejack gave a couple of small tugs, watching the cow wince and moo in discomfort. Satisfied with the ring’s sturdiness, she looped the rope around Rarity’s nose ring and tied her to the side of her pen.

“There. That should keep you from acting up too much.”

Once done with Rarity, Applejack made her way over to Sweetie Belle’s pen. She filled up the feedbag with a highly nutritious feed loaded with fat. Once satisfied it was full enough, she quickly strapped the feedbag over Sweetie’s muzzle and smiled.

“Alright you two, let’s get ya’ll started. Raricow, we’re gonna take you somewhere comfy to lie down. With all the matings you got you must be pregnant. If you are, your belly and udder will swell up and you’ll be good to go to the milkers.” She then turned to Cowbelle and gave a light pat to her flank, careful to not hit her still tender brand marks too hard. “And as for you, Cowbelle, you eat up as much as you want. Once you start to plump up, we’ll change out the bag for a feeding tube. See, we gotta get you fattened up for Gabrielle. She’s wanting-”

There was a pause heard only to the two cows. Time seemed to slow and Applejack’s voice appeared to get deeper and distorted.

“Veal.”

Rarity went wide eyed when she heard the word. She finally remembered seeing the mark before and what it meant. She nearly fainted again from the realization. Unluckily for her, her movement caused the ring to tug her nose painfully. This kept her from fainting at all and from moving very far. All Sweetie Belle could ask was, 〈”What’s veal?”〉