The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

The Human, The Fashionista, and the Milkmare

Chapter 4

The fashionista kicked me in my right shin as hard as she could, causing me to cry out and buckle to the ground, clutching my leg in sheer agony. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as I grimaced in pain. The other mares present gasped in horror upon seeing this, the yellow mare trotting over to me as she inspected my leg.

"Rarity! You made a Pinkie Promise! And you BROKE IT not ten minutes after making it!" the pink pony exclaimed in shock.

"Can you move it?" asked Milky Way as I continued to hold it firmly with both hands. I pulled my hands away from the impact point and saw a dark purple and yellow bruise appear. I gingerly tried to stand, perhaps in an attempt to place some weight on my right leg. I immediately regretted having done that as I cried out in pain once again and collapsed to the ground.

"Michael, darling, I am so sorry!" the fashionista exclaimed as she trotted around to face me. Pinkie Pie recovered from her shock enough to give Rarity the harshest glare she could muster.

"FOREVER!!" she yelled before turning to me with sympathy in her eyes and trotting over to help me.

"Pinkie, could you dash over to the hospital and get somepony to help me?" I asked, the tears trickling from my eyes as I held my broken leg. "Rarity, do me a favor and go home before I do something I might regret later on," I implored. "Bon-Bon, Milky Way -- do either of you have a first-aid kit or something? Lyra, can you work some sort of healing magic on me, or can you get Twilight to come here and help me?"

"Sure thing, Mikey!" Pinkie exclaimed, saluting me and galloping comically fast towards the hospital. I watched in amazement as she sped off, reminding me of a certain roadrunner.

"Michael, darling, I am so sorry! Please, please forgive me!" the fashionista begged, tears trickling from her eyes again.

"Go. Home. NOW," I hissed. She bowed her head to me, her ears lowered and whimpered as she turned tail and sullenly trotted towards her boutique.

"Michael, is it? I'm on my way to get Twilight," Lyra declared firmly as she trotted away.

"Mmmh, Michael, I'm so sorry," Milky Way offered softly as she sidled up to me. "I don't know if there's anything I can do to help you."

"I'm sorry, Michael, but -- we don't keep a first-aid kit in our house -- we have a hard enough time trying to keep up with our rent payments. Lyra does what she can to earn her money, and me -- well -- I hate to admit this, but -- I haul garbage for a living," Bon-Bon replied.

"Milky Way, I brought this on myself -- I have to confess to you -- I woke up this morning laying next to Rarity -- in her bed, no less --"

"You laid in bed with her last night?" the yellow mare asked, her gaze hardening at me.

"Um, no, Milky Way -- last night I laid down next to my human wife, but before I drifted off to sleep, I made a wish to wake up in Ponyville -- laying next to Twilight, not Rarity. Perhaps I should have wished to wake up laying next to you, Miss Milky Way," I grinned. She blushed again, smiling softly. "Rarity told me you were looking for a good stallion," I added.

"She should keep her mouth shut," the mare replied firmly. "She gossips too much. How badly does that hurt?"

"It feels like it's broken," I replied. "I hope I can get some help quickly." My stomach growled again at this point.

"Um, when was the last time you ate?"

"I dunno -- it was yesterday some time, perhaps early evening," I replied. The mare had moved in such a way as to inadvertently show me her very large teats, which hung from her underside rather heavily. I couldn't tear my gaze away from them.

"Something wrong with me?" she asked innocently.

"No, Miss Milky Way -- um -- I was kinda wondering about -- your teats," I replied. She giggled.

"I get that all the time," she replied nonchalantly. "They need milking on a fairly frequent basis -- no stallion I have encountered knows how to do the process properly -- I have a machine that does it for me back home, but when I'm away visiting my cousin -- sometimes I need help."

"Like, right now?" I asked.

"Mmmh, I suppose now's not a bad time to teach you, if it doesn't cause you too much pain. Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Well -- no, I haven't -- but I'm curious to know if I can succeed where others have failed," I mused. "How would I go about the task of milking you?"

"Let me get a bucket -- I'll be right back," she stated as she went back into the house, then returned a few moments later with something which looked like a mop bucket. "Bon-Bon says it's clean," she stated after setting it on the ground near me. I was still clutching my right leg, the pain still numbingly bad.

"I don't know if I can do this for you," I stated sullenly. Even sitting up proved to be quite painful.

"Okay, Michael, just lay down for a moment -- straighten out your leg, please," she stated. I complied with her request, noting that letting my leg rest allowed some of the pain to subside as I lay on the ground, the coolness against my back giving me additional relief. The mare trotted over to me, smiling warmly, then stood over me, her teats dangling against my face. I noted their softness and commented on it, though I also noticed how closely they resembled a human female's breasts, except for the coloration.

"Perhaps you can suckle them?" she asked, a cheerful note to her voice.

"I guess I can try -- how full are they?"

"Full enough, Michael," she giggled. I began by placing my mouth over the one to my right, lightly licking the nipple, causing her to coo softly. "Mmmh, are you going to tease me, or are you going to milk me?"

I squeezed it lightly with my right hand, squirting her milk all over my face. The warmth of the liquid surprised me and the scent caused me to wrinkle my nose. I sneezed, causing her to giggle again. I opened my mouth wider, wrapping my lips around as much of the teat as I could, then squeezed again. I was rewarded with a stream of rich, thick, warm, sweet milk sliding down my throat. I continued to squeeze the teat lightly, sucking on it and drinking heavily of her milk. The sensation caused her to moan deeply, a sound I found quite erotic. She must have noticed this, because my manhood tented my briefs again. Somehow or other, she must have instinctively known what to do as I felt something warm, wet, and soft against my manhood, enveloping it completely.

I moved the other teat to my mouth and repeated the earlier process, squeezing it and sucking on it, and drinking the milk which flowed from it, though quite a lot of it ran down my cheeks. I would occasionally take short breaks so I could catch my breath before resuming the task of milking her in this most unusual fashion. As I continued to milk her, she continued her ministrations to my manhood, causing my body to stiffen and tense up. Apparently, the attention I was giving her teats likewise had her body stiffening and tensing as I could sense not only my orgasm but hers approaching as well.

"You don't want a mouthful of my seed, do you?" I asked facetiously as I took another quick break to catch my breath.

"I don't mind at all, Michael -- just, ooooh, just keep milking me!" she replied breathily.

Her milk had an unusually sweet flavor to it, one I couldn't place -- it tasted nothing like cow's milk from my homeworld -- this mare's milk was thicker, sweeter, and more pleasant tasting than standard cow's milk. I moved back and forth between her teats, pushing her into a shuddering climax as she moaned very deeply. This matched her efforts on me, her expertise causing me to groan and grunt my approval of her methods as she caused me to climax, my seed filling her mouth.

"Mmmh, tasty," she commented as she licked her lips, then licked my shaft to claim every last drop.

"I wonder if your love juices are as tasty as your milk," I mused as I gasped a few times to catch my breath. "Um, did I do a good enough job of milking you?"

"Michael!" she giggled. "You did very well! I'm going to have to make visiting you a priority! Where are you staying?"

"I dunno -- I was under the impression I'd be staying with Rarity, but given the way she's treated me -- well -- I don't think I wanna stay with her any more." I noticed the pain in my right leg seemed to have vanished, so I tried to move it once again. I was able to move it a little, but the pain had dulled down to a throbbing ache instead of a sharp shooting pain.

"Michael, you're moving your leg! Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, a little -- but nowhere near as badly as it was earlier," I replied. "Does your milk have some sort of magical healing property to it?"

"I don't know, Michael -- I've never had it tested for that," she replied.

"Please step aside, ma'am," a doctor stated. "Um, Pinkie Pie? Is -- is this the -- uhhh, person -- you were talking about?"

Milky Way trotted away from me, but remained fairly close so she could watch the doctor, who seemed to prod my right leg with his forehoof.

"Okay, sir --"

"Michael," I responded.

"Okay, Michael -- is it your right leg which was injured?"

"Yes, doctor -- but Rarity also kicked my left leg earlier," I replied.

"How badly does it hurt? On a scale of 1 to 4," he asked. He tapped my right leg on the bruise, then tapped it a little harder.

"Huh," I said. I moved my legs in a position to stand up, though I started by sitting up. The pain seemed to have gone away altogether as I crouched. This position should have placed an excruciating amount of pain on it, but I stood up and started walking around.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I shouted. "My leg was broken!"

"Seriously?" the doctor asked, a deadpan expression on his face.

"Rarity kicked it hard enough to break it," I replied.

"I'll make a note of that -- I suggest you come to the hospital to have x-rays to verify a clean heal," he stated flatly.

"Milky Way! Your milk must have magical qualities to it!" I exclaimed, beaming a big smile. "Mmmh, are you married?" I asked, smiling slyly at her.

"Um, Michael, didn't you say you already are married?" she asked.

"Yeah, but that's an Earth marriage -- I'm on Equestrian soil now, and my homeworld's laws don't apply here -- at least, I don't think they do," I offered. "If nothing else, perhaps I can stay with you in Trottingham, and we don't really have to get married..."

"Mmmh! Michael, that sounds like a wonderful idea!" she beamed.

"You don't have any objection to me in my present form, do you?"

"No, of course not! You're human, but that doesn't matter! I would be thrilled to have you stay with me!"

"Milky, I hope you make sure to visit me every month, regardless of taking him with you," Bon-Bon stated. "We're not finished with our visit, Michael -- can you give us some more time together before you go with her?"

"Sure, no problem -- take all the time you want," I replied warmly.

"I came as soon as I could, Michael," Twilight stated, gasping and huffing as she tried to catch her breath. She had galloped as quickly as she could from the library, though Lyra wasn't far behind. I shocked her by showing how quickly the injury had healed as I walked around a little.

"I thought Rarity had broken your leg! How did it heal so quickly?" the librarian asked in astonishment.

"Milky Way's milk has some amazing properties to it," I replied.

"Michael, please stop stalling and accompany me to the hospital," the doctor implored.

"Twilight, would you care to come with me?" I asked, giving her an almost expectant look.

"Um, Trixie and I were engaged in some, uhhh, studying -- since it appears you have healed, you don't need my help. I'm going back home," she stated, her annoyance quite evident.

"Very well then, doctor, I will accompany you to the hospital," I stated as the stallion began trotting towards the place. I was still shocked by how quickly my leg had healed, given the severity of the pain from earlier. Milky Way had gone back inside with Bon-Bon, but Lyra decided to accompany me as I walked a couple of paces behind the doctor. Pinkie decided to make an excursion of it as well, bouncing along cheerfully. Our brief journey led us directly past Carousel Boutique, causing me to stop at the front door.

"Michael, you can stop by the boutique after we check the x-rays," the doctor admonished.

"Yes, of course, doctor," I replied. The fashionista heard my voice from outside and popped her head out the second story window.

"Michael, darling, please forgive me!" she shouted at me. I turned around and glanced at her momentarily before turning away and following the doctor towards the hospital. Amazingly, the alabaster mare chose to follow me as well. "Darling, how did you recover so quickly?" she asked as she matched my pace, trotting by my side.

"Milky Way allowed me to drink her milk directly from the source," I replied flatly. "I was amazed that it had such an effect on me."

"Perhaps we can let bygones be bygones," she offered optimistically.

"What if Princess Celestia discovered you had kicked me hard enough to break my leg?" I asked, not bothering to look at the mare.

"I would simply explain to her the fact you insulted me to my face," she replied firmly.

"I did not tell Milky Way she was more beautiful than you, Miss Rarity -- I simply told her that I had no idea she was as beautiful as she was. You misinterpreted what I said to her, allowing your jealousy to give way to anger -- hence your hasty and irresponsible decision to lash out and injure me," I explained, exhaling sharply through my mouth.

"But -- but -- darling! What was I supposed to think? You complimented another mare on her beauty in front of me! You shouldn't have shown me so much disrespect!"

"Are we married?" I asked tersely, glaring directly at the mare.

"Um, no, darling, but -- maybe we can still do that!" she beamed.

"We're not even engaged," I nearly spat in contempt. "Heck, I haven't even been here for a single day, and yet you wanna marry me."

"Michael, darling, do you know how long --"

I knelt before her and placed my right thumb and first two fingers of my right hand squarely on her muzzle, clamping it shut, a look of disappointment on my face. "Miss Rarity, I suggest you take some time to reflect upon what you did to me earlier -- and given my present mood, asking a question I already know the answer to doesn't help. Now go home before I say something else I might regret later on -- please. I'm not ready to get married again -- I need some time to decompress after my 21 years with -- ugh -- Brenda." At this point, we had finally reached the emergency entrance to the hospital.

"But Michael, darling! Where will you be staying?" asked Rarity as she stood several paces away from me.

"Not with you," I replied flatly as I followed the doctor inside the hospital. I watched her face turn red with anger as she turned around and stormed off, most likely back to her house.

"You should be careful about making her angry, Michael," the doctor advised. "I've heard some stories about what happens to certain ponies who anger her."

I took a moment to reflect upon what had happened earlier when she tried to lead me into her basement. "Excuse me, doctor, I have a little damage control to perform. I shall return shortly."

Without bothering to wait for him to respond, I exited the hospital and began a slow jog after the fashionista -- her pace seemed to be rather swift, but I heard her crying and sobbing as she cantered double-quick, causing me to speed up my pace. My long legs allowed me to catch up to her, though the effort caused them to start aching again. She heard my huffing gasps as I tried to catch my breath.

"So, darling, you decided to come back to me?" she asked coldly. She seemed to stare right through me.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rarity -- I did not want to make you an enemy -- I must apologize for my, uhh, thoughtlessness," I offered sheepishly.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay with me?" she asked, her voice not wavering.

"I'm afraid of waking up down in the basement, my body strapped to a table, and you wielding various knives of all sorts as you take out your anger on me by cutting me up and watching my blood drain out. I'm afraid to stay with you, Miss Rarity, if you must know the truth." I watched her already pale face blanch a few shades whiter, her eyes going wide in surprise.

"No -- no -- I -- I would -- NEVER -- do that to you, Michael, darling! What -- what makes you think I would do such a horrible thing?"

"The fact that you didn't want me to see what was in your basement tells me everything I need to know about that. I'm sorry, Miss Rarity, but I cannot trust you, no matter how effusively you try to persuade me otherwise," I replied matter-of-factly, though my expression of disappointment was obvious. "I don't want you to think I don't love you -- it's just that trust is more important when it comes to ensuring my personal safety. I hope you understand why it is I cannot stay with you."

"Please! Please, darling! I'll show you what's in my basement! Please, you simply trust me!" she implored as her sadness threatened to return.

"I'll give you one more chance, Rarity -- but this is the last chance I'm giving you."

She beamed a big smile and glomped me again. "Yes! Please, darling, follow me!" she exclaimed jubilantly as she trotted prettily towards her home. I chuckled softly as I followed her, watching her hips sway as she pranced. I was somewhat amused by her behavior, though there was a part of me that was shouting at me to run away as fast as I could. I figured that since it was broad daylight that I would be okay as we reached her front door. She locked it behind me as I followed her inside.

"Miss Rarity, we'll have to make this quick -- I really need to get back to the hospital so they can run some x-rays on my leg to ensure it healed properly," I said, shooting the mare an uneasy look.

"Of course, darling, this will be very quick," she replied confidently, leading the way to the door to the basement, then trotting down the steps and turning on the light. A strange odor rankled my nose as I took each step down, a scent I was unfamiliar with. The light flickered a little, but stayed on as I reached the basement floor. The room was almost as large as the boutique's main room inside the entryway, the corners dark as there was only the one light to provide illumination. The center of the basement's seemingly only room was dominated by a fairly large table, which I approached.

"Why not lay down on the table, Michael?" she asked as she lit her horn, her pale blue aura nearly invisible in the low light. I noticed the table was quite low to the floor, only about at my knees. I also noted the table not quite large enough to hold me, but I chose not to lay on it. I glanced around the room, noting several pelts of various colors, a sight which made my stomach drop. Another pelt looked like it had feathers, which looked like it might have belonged to a griffon. Looking off to the left, I noticed something which looked like a poster, though what was scribbled on it was illegible. It looked something like written words, but the symbols were in a language I could not understand, though the dark red color looked ominous.

"You haven't shown me everything down here," I stated. I heard the door at the top of the stairs click shut, then another clicking noise as the lock was secured.

"You don't need to see everything down here, darling," she replied as I felt my body freeze up. She had hit me with a freeze spell, rendering me immobile. "I've never killed a human before -- this ought to be interesting," she mused. I struggled mightily against her magic, to no avail. I tried to cry out, but the freeze spell had affected my voice as well.

"You might as well give up trying to struggle, Michael -- you might have caught me off guard earlier when you touched my horn, but this time I was prepared." She levitated me, though I noticed her grimace as my weight took her by surprise. I nearly hit the floor as she placed me on the table, sweat dripping from her brow as she used quite a bit of her magic to move me. I felt her magic bonds on me weakening as her freeze spell wore off, which gave me the opportunity I needed to sit up and grab her horn in one swift move.

"LET GO OF MY HORN!!" she screeched, her magic flaring angrily around us. Grimacing in pain, I flicked my wrist sharply, snapping her horn off at the base. She screamed in pain as I took her horn, then she gave me a look of helplessness as she began sobbing uncontrollably. I trudged up the stairs and gave the door a firm kick with my right foot, causing me some more pain. I kicked it again, smashing it off its hinges as I entered the main room. I noticed her sister staring at me in shock as she saw the white horn in my right hand.

"What did you do to my sister?!" she shouted at me as she rushed up to meet me. The fashionista was now at the top of the stairs, her face contorted in rage.

"GIVE ME BACK MY HORN!!" she screeched as she galloped towards me. She turned her back to me in an attempt to kick me again, but this time I was ready for her. With my left hand, I grabbed her left hind leg and lifted her off the ground, shocking her once again with my strength.

"Put my sister down!" the filly shouted at me. I glowered at her.

"Your sister tried to kill me," I replied icily. "I need to take her to the police station."

"NO! NO! I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU DO THAT!" the filly screamed as she tried to use her very weak magic against me. Still holding the fashionista by her left hind leg, I swung her around as I turned around in a very tight circle.

"AAAAAHHH! LET ME GO! AAAAAAHHH! PLEASE! LET ME DOWN!" Rarity screamed in terror. I was tempted to do just that and let her body fly off in a random direction, perhaps even impacting one of the walls. Instead, I slowed down to a stop and hefted her with both hands before gently setting her down, then placing her broken horn next to her.

"You're -- you're just going -- to let me go? You're not -- you're not going to the police station, are you?" she asked fearfully, her tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked down at the broken piece of her horn and started sobbing again. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Please don't tell the police what happened!"

I sighed heavily in resignation and turned to leave without answering her pleas. The filly simply stood in stunned silence as she watched me leave, her sister sobbing inconsolably on the floor. I unlocked the door and opened it, the fresh air helping my mood a little.

"Good-bye, Miss Rarity," I stated sadly as I left, closing the front door behind me. I started walking back towards the hospital, but noticed a police pony nearby. I stopped for a moment to talk to him.

"Excuse me, officer," I stated loudly in an attempt to get his attention. Upon seeing me, he did a spit-take of his coffee and nearly choked on his doughnut. "Somepony tried to kill me a few minutes ago," I added. He coughed a few times to expel the food, then coughed a few more times to clear his throat.

"A-hem, what happened?" he asked, giving me a sidelong glance.

"At the boutique -- Rarity's basement -- a killing chamber," I replied. "She -- she used a freeze spell on me and tried to lay me out on a table in her basement -- I think I was not her first victim either."

"How did you escape?"

"She used too much magic trying to levitate me -- I'm kinda heavy, and the effort to lay me on the table used so much of her magic that her freeze spell wore off. I snapped her horn off to keep her from trying to use magic on me again," I explained.

"Taking a unicorn's horn is a very serious offense," he stated flatly. "I'm going to have to place you under arrest."

"Officer, Rarity tried to KILL ME!" I protested as I began walking towards the hospital. "I have to go to the hospital to have some x-rays run on my leg -- Rarity had kicked me in my right leg earlier, possibly breaking it."

"You seem to be doing okay now, whatever your name is."

"My name is Michael, Mister Officer," I offered almost pointedly. "Please, have a team of officers inspect Rarity's basement -- it smells of death down there."

"I hate to disappoint you, Michael, but Miss Rarity's a fine, upstanding mare in our town. We have no reason or probable cause to probe her basement just on the say-so of some random -- what are you, anyway? I've never seen anything like you."

"I'm a human, officer -- I came from a world of humans, though in a most unusual fashion," I responded.

"Regardless of that, we have certain procedures to follow before we can investigate any allegations of such a serious nature. You, on the other hoof -- well, I think you're pretty suspicious, and I have some questions I need you to answer -- back at the station, if you don't mind," he intoned firmly. I continued to walk towards the hospital, noticing I was fairly close to it. The police stallion trotted after me, readying his whistle.

"If you make me blow my whistle, I will have to arrest you for resisting and attempting to flee or evade -- you don't wanna make things any worse for you than they already are, Michael!"

"This is not fair -- I was trying to enlist your assistance in apprehending a possible serial murderer, and yet you want to arrest me for -- for what?" I asked in exasperation. The hospital was only 50 yards away at this point, but the stallion had his whistle to his lips.

"If you take one more step towards the hospital, I'm going to blow my whistle -- alerting every other officer nearby to assist me in apprehending you. Trust me, we will take you down by force if necessary -- which will most likely hurt you a bit more than you want it to. Now come along with me if you don't want any extra charges added."

A galloping noise was heard as the doctor charged up to us and came to a nearly breathless stop.

"Michael, I thought you told me you would be back shortly -- it's been more than half an hour! What happened?"

"Rarity invited me into her basement and tried to kill me," I replied flatly. "I saw pony pelts hanging on one of the walls down there."

"Why didn't you tell me that, Michael? That changes things a little," the officer observed.

"You were intent on arresting me on some bogus charge -- what, vagrancy? When I woke up this morning, I was laying in Rarity's bed, right next to her! I had no idea she would try to kill me on the very same day I showed up here -- I think she got jealous of my affection for Milky Way."

"Ahhh, Trottingham's finest mare, she is!" the officer chuckled. "You met her?" he asked, grinning slyly at me.

"She let me drink of her milk, which seemed to heal my broken leg," I replied.

"Ohhh, you lucky bastard!" the officer laughed. "You have no idea how hard it is to get her to let anypony drink from those beautiful teats of hers!"

"I guess it just depends on the situation, officer. She told me she's visiting her cousin Bon-Bon, but she also let me know I could stay in Trottingham with her, since I have nowhere to stay here in Ponyville," I declared somewhat sullenly. "I think Rarity got mad at me for complimenting the milkmare on her sheer beauty."

"I know Miss Rarity fairly well, Michael -- and you are correct, she has a jealous streak a mile wide. You're lucky to even be alive," the doctor offered.

"Doctor Stroke, you know for certain Miss Rarity has killed other ponies?" the officer asked.

"Not for certain, Officer Beatdown, but I have heard rumors about ponies going into her house and never coming back out..." he mused.

"Michael, since you told me you saw firsthoof what is down in her basement, I shall need for you to serve as a material witness. Can you do that for me? I know the temptation is strong to accompany Miss Milky Way back to Trottingham, but -- this is very important," the officer stated.

"I'll need to go to Bon-Bon's house and check with her cousin -- but yeah, I think I can stick around to be a witness for you," I replied. "By the way, I forget my way around here -- do you know where Bon-Bon's house is?"

"Sure, Michael. Make a left at the next block up, then go five blocks straight ahead, then make a right and head three more blocks ahead, then make a left. The road will curve to your left and you'll need to follow it for nearly half a mile before you make another right. Bon-Bon's house should be the fifth one on your left after you go three more blocks from that last right," the officer stated cheerfully.

"How far is it from the boutique?" I asked, annoyed at the detail he'd given me.

"From the boutique, you need to go half a mile north, then turn left, go five blocks ahead, then hang a right, go two blocks ahead, and Bon-Bon's house is the sixth one on your right," he replied.

"So it's three doors south of the Bakery?" I asked.

"Yep, that's right!" he chuckled.

"Thanks a bunch, officer," I said, exhaling a sigh of resignation. "It's going to take me half an hour just to make it there -- I hope Milky Way hasn't gone to the train station during that time. The route I'm going to take to get there doesn't even lead me past the train station."

"Well, maybe she'll wait for you to show up," the officer offered brightly.