The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

Chapter 13

The milkmare was inconsolable -- nopony could comfort her as she exiled herself to her shop. She was able to scrape by, just barely able to pay her business expenses with the milk she sold and little more than that to cover food, otherwise subsisting on her own milk. Every day after she closed up shop, she would trot to the hospital to check on me. It took a week before I finally regained consciousness, but I was so weak I couldn't acknowledge anything. Another week passed before I was visited rather late by the fashionista, who seemed to be suffering from dementia -- or perhaps I was suffering from it. She made several more late-night visits to me during the next month or so.

The hospital staff had allowed visitors but the only ones I got were Milky Way, Rarity, and the occasional police pony. My body was still in a great deal of pain and Rarity's brief but troubling appearances didn't help matters. What also didn't help much was the fact that the milkmare seemed to be more distant from me than I recalled, though I chalked that up to her not being able to boku-maru with me, despite her repeated requests of the hospital staff to let her do that. They had caught her one time in the act of doing that with me, and were forced to separate her from me. After that, the milkmare was required to have a nurse or doctor accompanying her during any further visits to my bedside.

Rarity was another matter -- she seemed to be able to avoid detection and stealthily visited me during after-hours, sometimes taunting me, sometimes pleading with me, sometimes just talking to me while I slept, sometimes even asking me to forgive her. Most of the time I would ignore her, pretending to be asleep, or actually be asleep, though her ramblings would cause me to shift uncomfortably in the bed. The fact that I had been strapped down to the bed caused me to suffer from panic attacks and hyperventilate, which forced them to keep the respirator on me at all times. Rarity always asked me questions I could not or chose not to answer, though she would sometimes talk to herself as though I were answering her questions. This is what led me to believe her mental condition was deteriorating, but I could not determine for certain whether or not that was the case. About the only thing I relished was that she would boku-maru with me every time she chose to visit me.

About a week after Rarity's most recent visit, Princess Celestia finally found me. I had been in the hospital for about three months and the alicorn informed me that because she had been so busy with other matters of state, she had been unable to visit me. She had wanted to do a mind-delve, but owing to my state of weakness, she was unable to do so without aggravating my injuries again. I tried to explain to her as much as I could and she tried to assure me that my concerns were being addressed and that she would try to help me as much as she could, but her schedule was such that whatever help she could provide was extremely limited. I asked about Rarity and the news she gave me left me rather troubled -- a mistrial had been declared due to legal technicalities and Rarity was permitted to run free until her re-trial could be held, though she was still prohibited from using her magic.

As my condition continued to improve, Milky Way was finally allowed to provide me with diluted quantities of her milk as well as have unescorted visits with me. It had taken nearly three months for my bones to heal and I was finally unstrapped from the bed. I was also being given soft food to eat, though their attempts to give me something that had any flavor to it met with my disdain and disapproval. The interesting thing about the milkmare's milk being diluted was that it sped up my healing process, my bones and muscles knitting themselves back together more swiftly, though it did not result in me transforming back into a pony. When the news of this reached Milky Way, she was beside herself and stormed back to the hospital to give the doctors a piece of her mind.

"I could have told you my milk would do that for him! But you wouldn't listen! He's been strapped to that bed for three months, all because you were too cautious!" she huffed in annoyance.

"It's standard protocol, ma'am," Doctor Heart Beat noted dryly, dismissing her concerns.

"That's beside the point! I could have had him back six weeks ago if you had let me give him my milk back then!" she exclaimed in exasperation.

"Regardless of that fact, ma'am, we are required to follow certain procedures, lest the patient die or suffer complications -- and we do not wish to incur additional liabilities in such cases."

The milkmare sighed in resignation as she made her way to my room. I had been moved down to the second floor, room 242, for the purpose of readying me for physical rehabilitation. It was mid-morning, the mare having already sold out her supply of milk for the day when she entered.

"Mmmh, how are you today, Michael?" she asked, flashing a soft smile.

"Better now that you're here, my love," I replied warmly, returning her smile. I always looked forward to her visits and regretted the fact she couldn't stay with me all the time.

"Have they stopped diluting my milk yet?"

"Oh, come on, love! You'd see a big change in my appearance if they did!" I chuckled.

"Oh," she stated as she blushed in embarrassment. "I should have known better than to ask. Perhaps I can sneak you some undiluted milk?"

"Mmmh, not yet -- my digestive system is still too weak for that," I replied. "It's times like these that make me wish I had my Playstation around to kill the time."

"What's that? I've never heard you mention something like that."

"It's my old video game system -- I used to play lots of different games on it -- and I don't think they have anything like that here in Equestria."

"What sort of games? Card games? Chess?"

"The games I played were very complex -- role playing, missions, various and sundry tasks -- some of the games were kind of violent, though. I suppose if I were to show you one of the games I enjoyed, you'd be pretty upset about what the main character of that game is supposed to do."

"Which game would that be?"

"Grand Theft Auto San Andreas -- the main character's name is CJ," I replied, a smile on my face as I recalled some of the more amusing things which could be done in that game. I remembered doing some silly things with him, as well as some of the videos.

"Even the name sounds complex -- what does CJ do in that game?"

"Some of the missions require him to kill other characters in the game -- some of the missions are simple package delivery, and one mission requires him to pull off a casino heist -- the phone call he receives from Salvatore Leone is very amusing after he finishes that mission," I chuckled.

"Why would you play a game that makes you do such awful things?" she asked in stunned shock.

"In a way, it lets me vent my frustration and anger -- playing that game allows me to live vicariously through CJ, using him as a vehicle for the safe release of tension and frustration."

"... I'm glad we don't have a game like that here," she noted softly. "The way ponies think is quite a lot different from the way you humans think -- if such a game were to exist in this world, ponies would come to believe that they could do the same things CJ does, and not face any consequences -- Equestria would become even more chaotic than it already is."

"And I'm sure Discord would just love that," I mused.

"Maybe so -- but the last time I called on Discord to help me, he never showed up -- I lost everything, except for my shop -- even all my money was taken," she sighed.

A weird zipper-like sound seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere as the chaos entity made an entrance.

"Did somepony mention my name?" he asked, a sly grin on his face.

"All that money you gave me for my milk was stolen!" the milkmare exclaimed. "All my stuff in my apartment was stolen! My milking machine was destroyed! I lost my apartment and have been living out of my shop for the past three months! Where were you when I needed you?!"

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Miss Milky Way -- please allow me to help you, in exchange for a little more of your milk," he requested.

"Umm, if it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate a little help as well -- I don't know if you're aware of what happened to me three months ago, but --"

"I hate to break this to you two, but I was trapped in stone again for those three months -- as you put it -- for me, it was a thousand years!" he growled. "I had no idea Rarity could still work as one of the Element Bearers and trap me in stone again."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Discord," I mumbled. "What happened? Did you violate the terms of your probation?"

"Oh, I suppose you could say something like that -- I'd rather not talk about it, very touchy subject with me, you know. So, Miss Milky Way! A little more of your milk, please?"

"If you could fix everything --" she began before he waved his lion's paw. Instantly, I felt strong again, getting up out of the bed and walking around normally, as though my injuries had never happened. Milky Way and I were teleported back to the apartment building and the dark blue unicorn mare landlord was also teleported there, much to her chagrin.

"Miss Slum Lord, I need for you to give Miss Milky Way her apartment back," the draconequus stated, glaring at the mare.

"I -- I -- can't! Somepony else is living there!"

"Then give her a vacant apartment," he advised, narrowing his eyes at her.

"The building needs to be moved back to its original location!" she demanded.

"Done," he quipped, snapping a couple of fingers on his eagle talon, the building now sitting on its foundation once again. "Now give her an apartment, and considering how much money you took from her, she gets to stay there for ten years with no harassment from you or your lackey superintendent."

"Uhhh -- okay -- um, Milky Way, I'm very sorry about what happened. Here's the key to 1 argy."

"A first floor apartment? Thanks!" the milkmare beamed, taking the key from the landlord.

"You will also have to reimburse her for her stuff, which was stolen or destroyed," the chaos entity declared, still glaring harshly at the unicorn, who shrunk back from his gaze.

"Okay! Okay! I'll do it! Please stop staring at me!" she nearly wailed as she backed away from him on her haunches, cowering behind her right forehoof.

"How long is that going to take? I need a bed to sleep on, I need a stove to cook on, I need a refrigerator to keep cold foods cold, along with my milk -- and my milking machine! I want a new one!"

"How about a bed for me?" I asked almost meekly. "You were going to double her rent just because I was in her apartment."

"Michael, I wouldn't push my luck if I were you -- you and Miss Milky Way can share a bed in her apartment -- I'll see to it that your needs are met -- but I have needs as well. Please be mindful of that."

"You have my thanks, Discord -- and once again, I'm very sorry to hear about what happened to you," I declared.

"Please spare me your sympathy -- it means nothing to me unless you can understand what it's like to be trapped in stone for a thousand years," he responded, a fair amount of anger in his voice. I hung my head in embarrassment for having broached the subject. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap at you -- it was extremely frustrating for me." Without saying another word, he teleported us into the apartment and replaced just about everything that had been taken three months earlier. A brand new milking machine had been provided as well as a large sack of bits to replace what had been stolen.

"Miss Milky Way, I'm going to need your milk for the next couple of weeks as payment for this gesture of kindness," he announced.

"Of course, Discord! Thank you so much for everything!" the milkmare chirped, overjoyed to be provided reparations. He took her milk gently, her response being a soft cooing as the sensation proved to be quite pleasurable. "Mmmh, that's almost as nice as boku-maru!"

"Hmmm. I wonder what that feels like," he mused as he disappeared. A knocking came from the front door shortly after he left, so I went to answer it. Upon opening the door, a certain alabaster mare entered. She was hobbling on three legs, her left foreleg in a splint. Her mane had nearly been shorn off, just a bare skiff of indigo purple atop her hornless head, though I noticed the barest nub of a new horn beginning to grow from the broken spot. Her tail was likewise very short. She had made no attempt to put any make-up on her face and her age lines seemed even deeper than the last time I had seen her. Her coat was very dirty, showing a number of cuts and scars. Her left eye was half-closed, her breathing somewhat labored.

"Miss Rarity? What has happened to you?" I asked. She hobbled inside and fell to her hocks, her eyes filled with sadness.

"Michael, darling -- huff, huff -- I have missed you -- why have you -- huff, huff -- forsaken me? I need you --"

"Why aren't you in jail?" asked the milkmare, glowering at the fashionista.

"Hah, huff, huff -- they -- they let me go -- a legal technicality -- huff, huff -- I thought I was going to be executed -- but -- huff, huff -- there wasn't enough evidence, darling! But -- they told me -- huff, huff -- that I can't have my horn back! I'm going to die out there! Please, darling, please help me!"

"What about your sister? Your parents? How about Twilight?" I asked. The broken mare began sobbing uncontrollably, laying on the floor on her belly.

"My sister -- she won't talk to me anymore -- huff, huff. My parents -- they were -- they died on a vacation trip to Las Pegasus -- Twilight -- oh, darling, please don't talk about her! She -- she unfriended me!"

"I'm talking more about your physical condition -- you look terrible -- have these past three months or so been so hard on you that --"

The fashionista seemed to move faster than the eye could follow as she pushed me onto my back on the floor and stood atop my chest, tapping my chest with her right forehoof sharply, hissing through clenched teeth. "Darling, you have no idea -- you scorned me for this -- this -- hussy! How could you do that to me? After all I did for you! I tried to show you true love, but -- but --" she ran out of steam at this point and lay on top of me, her sobbing and wailing returning with renewed vigor. Her body had lost a lot of weight and I could feel her bones through her fur. The milkmare slowly trotted over, an expression of deep anger on her face. Very gently, I lifted the mare off my chest and set her on the floor.

"I am so sorry this happened -- but if you remember, you tried to kill me. I forgive you for that, but I cannot have you as my mare, Rarity. I mean no disrespect, but -- let me put it like this: if you had not tried to kill me, or try to lead me into your basement, none of this would have happened -- and you might actually have had your wedding with me as your stallion," I stated firmly. She turned her attention to me and gave me a hopeful look.

"Please, darling, please tell me it's not too late for that to happen for me -- for us?"

"You found me one mare too late, Miss Rarity -- Milky Way is my love, not you. I want you to know that I don't harbor any hard feelings towards you -- but it's too late for you and me. I am very sorry."

"Michael, darling -- please! I -- I -- I can't live without you! If -- if you send me away -- I -- I --" she wailed before falling to the floor again. A single tear trickled from my left eye, earning the ire of the milkmare.

"Michael, don't you shed a single tear for her! She tried to kill you! Rarity! Get out of my house! NOW!"

"Michael, darling! Please come with me! Leave her and come with me! Please! Don't let me die like this!" she pleaded as she rose to her hooves and began hobbling to the door.

"Discord, can you help her? I don't wanna see her die like that," I said loudly as I stared at the ceiling. I watched in amazement as the fashionista was returned to her former glory, long wavy purple mane and tail, her beauty returned once again, her youth restored. A smile graced my lips at this point.

"Michael, darling, what just happened?" she asked. She craned her neck around to see her tail restored to its long luxurious beauty, and smiled. "I don't know how you did that, but thank you so much!"

"Thank Discord, Miss Rarity. Good-bye, and good luck," I stated as I started towards the door to close it behind her.

"You're -- you're working with him?! Umm, well -- if he's on your side -- Michael, darling, please come with me!"

"You've been returned to your previous beauty, Miss Rarity -- and indeed, you are quite beautiful -- but my love is for the milkmare here. You will have to find another to love you," I stated matter-of-factly. "Please leave. NOW."

"Very well, darling, but -- give Discord my thanks, then -- I just hope you're willing to give me another chance. I'll be waiting for you in my boutique in Ponyville should you ever change your mind. I shall wait for you forever, darling!"

"Forever's a very long time, Miss Rarity. Good-bye," I responded, then closed the door behind her as she trotted out of the building. "Sorry about that, my love," I said, noticing the milkmare's harsh glare softening into a big smile.

"I love it when you call me that!" she cooed. "We've got so much to get caught up on! I wanna boku-maru with you again! Right now!"

I chuckled at her request, then proceeded to pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom, laying her on her back on the bed.

"Ooh, I love how strong you are!" she cooed as she spread her haunches for me, her hind legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I took a moment to stare at her teats, then laid on the floor on my back, gently pressing the soles of my feet against the frogs of her hooves.

The sensation of boku-maru with the milkmare after an absence of more than three months was something that took me by surprise. The intensity of the energy as it flowed back and forth between us caused me to moan in pleasure and gasp for breath every bit as much as the milkmare did. We remained like that for as long as we could before both of us experienced very powerful and intense orgasms, causing us to break the contact. It took several minutes for us to catch our breath, but the feeling of love which enveloped us caused us to kiss each other passionately.

Upon catching my breath, I stood up and gazed at the mare, drinking in the sight of her beauty. My eyes lingered on her teats and her marehood, glistening with her love juices. A smile crept onto my face, matching hers as I kneeled on the floor.

"Mmmh, lick me down there, my love," she cooed. Her eyes lidded as I pressed my face into her haunches and slid my tongue up and down the length of her labia, flicking the tip of my tongue against her love button. She moaned in pleasure as the electrical thrill of that action sent shockwaves into her brain. The lack of sexual activity for me resulted in my member reaching full erection very swiftly -- I wanted to slide it in her, but I also wanted to bring her to climax with my tongue. I raised my head to make eye contact with her.

"My love, I am ready to stick it in you," I said with mock reverence, eliciting giggles from the mare.

"Mmmh, not just yet -- your tongue works magic on me! Keep going! I'll let you know when I want you to fuck me!"

I snorted at her vulgarity, a hint of a chuckle escaping my lips before returning my attention to her dark golden lotus, probing the interior with my tongue, licking and sucking on the fleshy folds of her pussy, flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit, and running my hands over her teats, lightly tweaking the nipples. I had worried about her milk coming out, but had forgotten Discord had drained her again just a little while ago. Her moans of ecstasy were an aphrodisiac to me and pushed me close to my climax. Once again I stopped to take a breath, though she hadn't reached her climax yet.

"I must want it too badly," I huffed, causing her to snort derisively at me and giggle.

"Mmmh, if you can't wait, go ahead and fuck me, my love! I'm very close, too!"

I picked her up, eliciting a cry of surprise from her as I turned around and laid on my back on her bed, setting her belly on mine.

"Mmh, I want you to do the work this time, girl!" I chuckled as I maneuvered her body into position, fitting my fully erect member into her love tunnel.

"Oooh," she giggled as she began slowly bouncing her hindquarters up and down on my lower abdomen, my glans sliding back and forth inside her. "Mmph! Unh!" she grunted as she slowly sped up her movement. I held her hips in my hands, guiding her up and down on me, trying to speed up her movement a little. I bucked my hips up and down against her to match her rhythm, though my strength of lifting her up and down helped her go faster, her moans increasing in their intensity.

"Sit upright on me, brace yourself by putting your forehooves on my chest," I instructed. She did so, her teats resting lightly on my lower abdomen. She gave me a quizzical look as if to indicate she was unsure of why I had made such a request. Without answering her directly, I started sliding her back and forth, my hands firmly grasping her hips, her teats rolling up and down as she slid, causing her to giggle again.

"Mmmh, that feels funny -- but good! Mmmh! Unnnh! Yesss!" she moaned as her pleasure began to build once again. My eyes seemed to lock in on her teats, but the feeling of holding her hips, my fingers grasping her hocks was adding to my arousal. I continued to buck against her as I slid her back and forth, but my stamina was beginning to run out. I grunted with my exertion which made her giggle in response. She leaned forward on my belly and gave me a quick kiss on my lips before returning to her upright position.

"Mmmh, come on! Keep going! Ooooh, feels so good! Unh!" she moaned as she rode back and forth on me. I alternated fondling her teats with holding her hips and rocking her on my abdomen, my member sliding smoothly in her pussy. I sensed my pleasure reaching its peak as my body tensed and stiffened, my glans feeling rock-hard as she bucked her hips on me, speeding up her movements as I continued to grunt with my exertion.

"AAAAH! UNHH! YESSS!" she cried in ecstasy as the sensation rocked her body. Unable to maintain her position, she leaned forward and lay on my chest, her eyes meeting mine as I grunted my approval upon reaching my own climax. I caressed her mane and the back of her neck, blowing soft breaths into her ear.

"Mmmh, be careful when you do that!" she cooed, giggling softly.

"I am so sorry for everything," I responded, just above a whisper before kissing her on her lips.

"Michael, you have nothing to apologize for -- if anything, what happened is my fault," she offered.

"No, no -- don't say that, my love -- just -- just lay on me, I need to hold you close to me," I replied, wrapping my arms around her body and hugging her a little tighter. I relished the softness of her coat of fur against my skin, the warmth of her body laying atop mine, the beauty of her emerald green eyes, which she closed as she sighed in contentment.

"Mmmmh, I love it when you hold me like this -- it feels so nice," she noted breathily.

The feeling of holding her close to me like that lulled me to sleep -- and she must have drifted off herself, her light breathing comforting me as well. We were woken by a sharp knocking at her front door some time later.

"Who is it?" I called out, not wanting to get up from the bed and my lover's embrace.

Without bothering to answer, a certain white alicorn teleported into our room, a stern expression on her face.

"Um, Princess Celestia? May I help you?" I asked, a very puzzled expression on my face.

"I will need for you to accompany me -- there is something I would like to show you," she replied firmly. Her expression did not change, though the look told me something serious was going on.