Tree blinked open her eyes. She reached out in a slow stretch but found her fur stuck to the pillow she was on. She moved her hoof the other way, but it was just as stuck. Slowly, she sat up, the noise of her fur separating from the fabric a low but constant noise of tearing as she winced. "I need a bit of a shower, maybe..." She managed to get herself upright and felt a new pressure against her belly.

Her eyes fell and saw the box first. It was seated on the floor, clean, pristine, and just as wickedly psychadelic to view as ever it had been before. It was sealed, with no strange parts dangling free of it, or moving to do strange things to Tree Hugger. Memories of what had happened flooded back to her and her nose wrinkled. "You weren't just part of the trip..." Her eyes descended further, to where the pressure had been. Her belly protruded into an udder, a full udder.

She reached with shaking hooves to inspect those two bulging breasts. Each was capped with a nipple, no, teat. To call those swollen and massive lengths nipples felt like a lie. Each was about six inches long and thick enough to draw a slow, "ohhhh, wow..." Every brush of her hooves along the altered flesh made her twitch just faintly. It felt nice. It wasn't an overpoweringly nice, but nice. "I wonder what it's like when somepony else is around..." She rolled free of her filthy pillow and stood up tall.

At least, she tried. She wobbled dangerously to the left before she caught herself. "Easy there. We just need to clean our energies." She glanced back over herself, matted and filthy from what had happened before. "And maybe clean other things..." She trotted towards her bathroom. As she went, she glanced back at her udder. Its swaying she could feel with every step, distracting her mildly. It felt full.

It struck her just as she reached the door to the bath. "Do I need to be, like, milked?" She sank to her haunches. "Full on blowing my mind. I wonder if a cow famer would give a hoof with that...?" She shook her head and stood back up, climbing into her tub and getting the water flowing. The filth of her own fluids and that of the strange cube began to run free of her as the water cascaded down her green form. The heat built, steaming the room and drawing a slow sigh from her. "I wonder what that thing is, its energy feels way off."

She lowered her head under the spray, allowing herself to be silent save for a low hum to clear her thoughts as the water cleared her fur. She did not consider for a moment the idea of being embarrassed about her new growth. It was a part of her. Unasked for and unexpected, but a part. "Just have to be chill."

Cleaned, she hopped free of the tub and toweled herself off before emerging. The cube still sat there. "Are you scoping me out?" Tree peered at the thing a moment as if expecting it to react. "That's alright, dude." She turned away and walked for the door. She had things to do.

As she walked down the road, she greeted the ponies she could see. "Blessings." "Peace." "Righteous day." Despite all her greetings, the ponies seemed hesitant to return her enthusiasm. They were staring at her, and what was bouncing around her hind legs. Tree Hugger didn't pay the attention much mind as she made her way towards a cafe. "Just the thing for a radical breaking of the fast."

She trotted up to a wide-platform chair and sank into it. "I'm ready to start a groovy day. I'll have my usual, please."

The waitress approached her with an unsure smile. "Good morning, Tree Hugger... Are you... alright?" Her eyes darted towards Tree's new udder and kept wrenching up to meet Tree's eyes as if in internal struggle. "Do you have some news to share?"

Tree tilted her head slowly. "My aura's a little wavy today. I'm trying to clear my chakras with a little familiarity. Some of your hashed oats and a big cup of coffee, please."

She cleared her throat softly. "O-of course, I'll get that right away." She started to turn away but stopped. "Tree Hugger... I know we don't talk... much outside of your breakfasts... but... really, are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She reached out and pointed directly at the udder. "Are you expecting?"

Tree's own eyes fell on the distended organ. "Don't suppose you know someone willing to give a righteous milking to that?"

The waitress went a deep red instantly. "O-only cows let somepony that's not their young do that."

Tree extended a hoof to nudge the firm sack of pink flesh. "You can call me a totally awesome cow if it gets it taken care of. It's really harshing my buzz."

The waitress struggled to look away, but her eyes kept returning to the udder. With Tree nudging it, the waitress licked her lips. "M-maybe I... can help." She had never felt the slightest attraction for mares before, let alone the breasts of a foaling one, but with every movement of that glorious milk-sac, she was drawn deeper. She wanted it. "If you want?"

Tree leaned back with a soft happy sigh. "I knew I could count on you, Buttercup. You are the rainbow to my stormy day."

Buttercup glanced around the cafe. She was in full sight of the public. She trembled, not wanting to proceed. "I..." She knew she shouldn't, but she came closer. She had to have it and Tree Hugger was offering it. The impulse grew more powerful as she came closer. A subtle scent teased at her nose. It was like milk, but just a little off. She wanted it. "One order, Tree Hugger Special!" she called out suddenly, then she lunged forward.

Tree's eyes widened ever so slightly as Buttercup dove at her. The waitresses lips sliding over one of her thick teats made her tremble with a new pleasure. As nice as the milker that had given her that teat had been, the feel of an actual pony was something else. When Buttercup's tongue ran around it, Tree put her hooves on the helpful waitress' head. "Mmm, more of that. You have to suck though."

Buttercup nodded into the breast flesh. She felt so comfortable there, as if she were meant to be there. With partially glazed eyes, she began to draw on it, noisily suckling on the firm flesh as her cheeks deflated with the pressure. The milk came quickly, at first a taste. Sweet perfection exploded across her tongue and she moaned whorishly into the connection. It was fulfilling her on a level she did not think was possible. She needed more, all of it!

Tree felt herself going limp and went with it. "Ohhhh, that's just the spot. You're mellowing out my aura something fierce..." Her tongue began to peek free as the discomforting pressure in her udder began to ease. "You righteous mare, keep that up..." The idea of being embarrassed at the scandalized faces of the other ponies in the cafe gaping at her and the waitress did not even register as a thought.

One rotund mare stepped towards the obscene display with a scowl. "Stop that this very instant!" she bellowed, her fat jiggling with the force of her fury. "This is indecent! Think of the foa--" Her words died in her snout. She had been peering at the lewd act and had come close enough. The noisy suckles of Buttercup had only helped the hypnotic scent of the milk spread and it was invading her thoughts. "Think of..." She ran a tongue over her lips. Her eyes were glued on Tree Hugger's second teat, hanging there all alone, milk hanging from its tip. "Think... of the ponies who don't have a chance." She stepped towards Tree Hugger with a dopey smile. "May I have some?"

Tree Hugger nudged Buttercup deeper into her udder with one hoof as the other reached out towards the mare. "Righteous. They both need some awesome attention."

A stallion suddenly rushed forward, nudging the fat mare aside with a frown. "No, let me! I'm better at sucking!"

Other ponies were coming closer, some with complaints, others with requests, but as they drew closer, they fell under the pervasive control of Tree Hugger's magnificent udder. Buttercup suddenly came free with a ragged gasp, milk trickling from her snout. "F-full." She just couldn't force another swallow, filled to capacity. "Full..." She sounded like she was announcing she had one some grand medal, and fell backwards to the ground, weakly gasping to recover from the ordeal. "So good..."

Tree Hugger perked an ear at the mare. Though the pain had lessened, she didn't feel drained by far. "Good thing more ponies are feeling so radically helpful today." She spread her forehooves wide. "Who's next?"

"What's everyone looking at?" came a new voice. Muffins had arrived, flying gracelessly. "Oh, hey Tree Hugger!" She waved energetically as if not noticing the crowd of hopeful milk-wanters at first, but that quickly changed. "Wow, you sure are popular today."

Tree Hugger smiled at the familiar pony. "Muffins, you. I know you. Can you do me a solid and help get the milk out of these." She gestured down at her milk sacs.

Muffins landed just in front of the crowd. "Oh, sure. I love helping! How do I do that?" Her eyes were drawn to those thick teats, one to each teat, following them independently as she licked her lips. "I'm thirsty."

"I have all the drink you need right here, dizzy momma." She nudged her fuller teat. "Come and take it."

Muffins could feel a nagging sense that she shouldn't, but the desire, no, absolute need for what Tree Hugger was offering was overwhelming. She trotted up, fell to her belly, and practically collapsed onto the teat, sucking it up and nursing on it like a lost foal.

Tree let out a dreamy sigh as she nudged the other teat. "First one gets it." It rapidly became pandemonium as the crowd pushed and shoved to get closer. One snout closed over her other teat and the crowd stilled. With both nipples being slurped away at with noisy draws, it seemed the immediate need to fight for them abated. They were waiting their turn. "Awesome..." Tree put a hoof on the head of either pony sucking at her. "You have no idea how nice this is. You two are my heroes right now, like totally."

On one side, Muffins was nursing softly but consistently, her lips firmly sealed and applying firm and even suckles to keep the milk flowing. On the other, a stallion had managed to become the lucky other pony and was working far more aggressively. His head bobbed with every suck and his teeth brushed against the sensitive flesh, helping to squeeze it and coax the milk out just a little faster.

Tree was starting to lose sense of the time. She was a source of milk, of fulfillment, and she was loving it. She didn't want to ever stop. That cube had just given her a desire, and she couldn't even muster the will to be angry at it. When each drinker reached their capacity, she waved the next forward. She would stroke their heads, pet their ears, and love each fiercely. She felt like a mother to the entire crowd and she savored every moment of it.

A masculine voice broke through Tree's fog, "Wow... all of them?" Behind the cafe's counter stood the chef of the cafe.

Tree looked around, realizing that all her supplicants were sprawled out on the ground. Many were rubbing their full bellies, others were completely knocked out. All were gorged and content. "Bummer, guess that's everyone." Her udder didn't feel empty, but it didn't feel full either. "Did you want some?"

"I'll pass, Tree Hugger. Your order's up." He nudged forward a tray with her food on it. "Have a, what is that word you use... radical, yeah, radical day."

"Righteous." Tree rose to her hooves and advanced to claim her breakfast.

Author's Note

Tree Hugger's life has been altered. Shall we follow her down this depraved hole, or set our eyes on the next pony to be blessed by Discord's box? If another pony, what pleasure would you like to see it introduce, and on whom?

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