Treehugger was happy. How could she not be. She was being carried on a comfortable cushion on the backs of two ponies, with about a dozen others following behind them. Good ponies. Thirsty ponies. She rested a hoof on her distended udder and felt across its sensitive surface. To think, she had been alarmed when it first entered her life. How silly she had been.

She had become a mother, source of life and nourishment. "Totally wicked," she sighed out.

The pony to her right, Filthy Rich, had his eyes set forward as he carried her along. Tree looked to the left to see Spoiled Rich, his wife, taking up the other end. It was nice to see them together, having a good time. She was the secret to that, but she was only helping a small selection of ponies. She smiled her easy smile. "I should, like, help more ponies out."

Spoiled rolled her eyes. "That's easier said than done." Her acid had not been entirely subdued by becoming enthralled by their new mother. "You don't even have the foggiest idea of how to form a proper network."

Filthy smiled apologetically. "My dearest means that while your current business plan is quite... compelling, you only have one source and no distribution methods, limiting your potential." He licked his lips. "Speaking... of that, may I have a sip, mother?"

Tree Hugger did not reply to either of them, she was too busy thinking over their words. "Woah, I'm the source..." She had read things about envisioning 'the source' before, but she had never really considered herself one, but she was, right? She was the center. She tapped a hoof on the cushion. "It's time we brought joy to more ponies. Where is milk usually bottled up?"

A small hoof suddenly rose from the crowd, hefted up on the head of another pony with the filly it was attached to coming along. "At mah farm," explained Apple Bloom. She was a filly, and fillies needed milk to grow big and strong. Tree smiled at the little one. It was a good reminder of all the help she could be to the world. Sure, when Apple Bloom was having her turn, she wouldn't get... the other fun parts, but there was a deep satisfaction in helping that little filly to grow.

"Radical." She nodded at Apple Bloom and reached out a hoof. The other ponies were obliging in bringing the filly forward and placing her on the cushion with Tree Hugger. "We're going to pay a visit then, chill a little, and then we have to get serious." She hugged the country filly close, pressing her against a swollen udder. "Go on, you earned it."

Apple Bloom did not need to be asked twice. She popped a nipple in her mouth and got to drinking. There was no sexual tension between them, just a thirst and a quenching. She was as eager as any newborn, her little body seeming to process the milk almost as quickly as she could guzzle it down. Her eyes drifted shut, lost in the satisfaction of her new favorite drink.

Tree Hugger imagined all the good it would do for her faithful. She would help Apple Bloom grow tall and strong, so the little filly could become a powerful mare, chasing her own dreams. Tree Hugger let out a happy sigh. "Alright, let's get going." She raised a hoof towards the apple orchard. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to have ponies drinking her gift indirectly through bottles, but it was the right thing to do. She nodded to herself. With great power, well... "Have to be cool about this."

The procession moved out of town under cover of darkness, the sun sinking as they went.

"Pardon," spoke Filthy sudden. "As... much as we love and adore you."

"Your milk, specifically," added Spoiled.

"Yes, that, but we do have business that needs tending to." He sounded so apologetic.

Tree tapped her chin before helping Apple Bloom hop to the ground. "But we are doing business, man." She flopped out across her cushion. "Woah, wait. A totally awesome idea just hit me. You run stores, right?"

"Sure do!" Filthy smiled in the dark, pride in his work clear. "That's why we were hoping..."

"Hold that thought." She reached out and tapped his nose with her hoof. "What if you sold my milk? Ponies will want it even more if it looks like, you know, something they want." She bobbed her head softly. "Even more than free. You can get it places, right?"

Spoiled snorted softly at that. "Are you doubting my husband? He can get a good to market, all the markets. You just have to get us the commodity and leave the rest to your business superiors."

Filthy licked over his lips. "I'm sure we can work something out... say... for a small percentage of the milk?"

Tree perked an ear at that, though it fell to the side shortly thereafter. He hadn't asked for a portion of the money? Was that normal? She sat up and nodded. "That sounds totally radical. We just need the milker and bottler." She pointed through the darkness. "Apple Bloom, be a righteous filly and lead the way."

"You betcha!" The filly darted out ahead of the group and they followed her through the orchard, soon arriving at the cow's barn where all the milk supplies were. "Here we are!" She hopped up and pulled open the door easily. "Their milk ain't half as good as yours."

"Excuuuse me?" came a voice from within, a cow that heard the slight. "Our milk is of the highest quality." Soft murmurings of agreement came from the other cows.

Tree Hugger hopped down from her cushion and staggered a moment with the realization that her massive udder had some real weight to it. "Who is that?"

"One of the best dairy cows on this farm." The statement came with some dissent from other cows that contested the notion. "Daisy Jo. Now why does it sound like there's a whole herd coming in during sleeping hours?"

Tree Hugger advanced on the dark interior of the barn, her faithful following behind her. "This is, like, your luckiest day. You get to see the most bovine pony you ever saw."

"I'll be the ju--" Her voice trailed off as Tree Hugger came into view with her massive udder. "That... isn't normal."

Tree Hugger approached the cow without pause, a happy smile on her face. "It's better than normal. It's a righteous wave of the future." She reared up with effort, her hooves holding her up on the fence that separated her from Daisy. "But we're not done. A big udder full of milk is only step one. We need a taste test to be sure."

Daisy's left ear flipped back on her head. "Ponies aren't usually... up for having their milk drunk. Don't ask me why, it isn't that big of a deal."

Tree Hugger put a hoof to her chest. "I'm not a normal pony."

"So I see..."

One of the other cows leaned her head over the fence. "Land sakes, I've never seen anything like that. Someone get a lantern going."

Apple Bloom hopped up and quickly had a lantern burning softly, shedding needed light across the room. "Here ya go." She suddenly yawned widely. "Momma Tree Hugger, can I go to bed?"

Tree Hugger lifted her ears towards Apple Bloom. "You poor little angel. You get right to bed and dream some awesome dreams." The idea of causing harm to her precious little disciple was repugnant. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Apple Bloom gave a sharp salute, hopped down, and galloped off towards the main house and her bed within.

Tree hugged as she slid down from the fence and came around. "Let them out. We can't have a properly righteous contest with them in there."

The crowd that had come with her hurried to open each stall, giving the cows their freedom. Daisy stepped free, looking over the faintly glassy-eyed population before her. "My mother didn't raise any fools. What if your milk's not right?"

The drew alarmed gasps from the crowd. A mare nearest by gave the cow a prod. "She is the lifegiver, source of nourishment and fulfillment!"

Daisy hiked a brow at that. "Fulfillment? Milk only does the first part." She stepped towards Tree Hugger. "You can try mine first."

Tree nodded softly. It'd been a while since she had milk that wasn't her own. How long had it been? She couldn't remember. Without shame, she closed the distance and thrust her face forward. She captured one of the bovine's teats in her mouth and began to suckle just the way she liked being suckled from. She formed a tight seal with her lips and teased along the length with her tongue as she rocked her head back and forth slowly, encouraging it.

Daisy's eyes went wide as she danced on her hooves. That was very different from the near-clinical milking she normally got when one of the Apples tended to her. She let out a low and haunting moo of surprised pleasure. "W-well... you're... mighty fine at milking, I'll give that..." She could feel her milk escaping her with every pleasurable tug of the mare at her udder. "Yes... you keep right on... doing that."

Tree Hugger had not realized how hungry she was. All the offering of her milk had been depleting her. Given a chance to refill the tank, so to speak, she became lost in the act almost as surely as any of her followers working at her. All eyes were locked on Tree Hugger and Daisy Jo, watching the cow low and shudder with delight as she fed the ravenous mare. Each teat was given its turn and depleted before moving onto the next, some dribbling down Tree Hugger's jaw.

By the time Daisy Jo was completely run dry, Tree Hugger was just starting to feel a little full. She sat back with a satisfied sigh. "Righteous... Your milk's great." She nodded softly, satisfied for the moment as her body labored to turn that milk into her own.

Daisy smiled. "I told you. No pony's milk is going to..." She staggered back, still recovering from the unexpectedly sensual milking. "--compare to a cow's!"

Spoiled pointed at Daisy, then Tree. "The contest is not complete until you return the favor."

Tree nodded at that. "She's completely right. Wicked momma, I knew you'd watch out for me."

Daisy glanced away at the rest of her sisters, all looking to her expectantly. She didn't see an immediate way out. Just a sip? She'd try it. It'd be nothing like a cow's, and then she'd be done. No sweat! She lowered her head and nudged Tree onto her side carefully. With that udder in easy access, she captured a teat in her mouth, even as she wondered how odd it was that horses only had two teats instead of the proper four.

She drank. The enchantment about Tree Hugger wasn't designed for cows, and could not ensnare her with scent and proximity alone, but when the milk flowed over tongue, her fate was sealed. Nothing was as good as that milk. She had to have more. She drank and drank, trying to return the favor of draining Tree's udder. As the magic flowed into her, she could feel it coursing through her and settling in her own milk bag. She was becoming something special. She would be the second holder of that milk, but she knew, just knew, that it was Tree Hugger's milk, and she was Tree Hugger's. She was just another four teats on Tree Hugger, and she couldn't be happier.

The other ponies began to notice a change. That wonderful scent they had followed was coming from the cow. It was different, more subtle, but there.

Even as some of the other ponies began to crowd in to sample the altered cow and drink the milk that was almost as good as the original, Filthy had his eyes set on business. He began gathering the milking supplies. It took some convincing, but Spoiled lent a hoof getting the milk jugs over.

Tree Hugger pawed at the air with all four hooves as if running sideways slowly. Instinctively, she knew her gift was being shared. "Every cow gets a turn. You're all part of this now..." She smiled dazedly, remembering when she had been called a cow earlier. "Moo," she said before giggling airishly.

With the coming of the next dawn, Ponyville would start to find their meals much more... fulfilling.

Author's Note

It was a tight race. Every vote really matters(it was 4 votes for the winner, 3 for the runner's up)

Let's do another!
1) The first delivery of milk is tended to the flower sisters with unexpected results.
2) Big Mac arrives in Canterlot
3) Octavia wonders where Vinyl vanished to
4) Zecora seeks Twilight out for help in a surprising reversal of roles

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