After Tree Hugger had led a group away, Muffins remained. She wanted to go with Tree Hugger, but her fretful looks around as she waddled spoke of other concerns. "I'm gonna fall behind." Her plaintive voice reached no sympathetic ears, as was often the case. She had to make her own ends meet, and she planned to do it. If only all that milk in her belly would go away.

She slowed in her waddle, eyes half-closing. Thinking about that milk made her drowsy. "It was pretty good... Wait, no! I have to keep moving." She shook her head violently to shed those thoughts and got back to plodding towards the post office. When she pushed through the front door, the mailmare at the counter blinked owlishly at her.

"What in Equestria happened to you? Are you expecting and managed to hide it until today?" She hopped up to her hooves. "You know what, it doesn't matter, you can hardly move."

"I'm fine," argued Muffins, waving the concerned motions of the approaching mare away. "I have to get back to work."

"Work can wait a little." She turned Muffins around despite her complaints. "You just go home, rest, and get better. I swear, you find new and interesting ways to derp it up."

Muffins went red in her cheeks. "I wasn't trying..."

"I know you weren't." She kissed Muffin's cheek. "Now go home. You're not in trouble."

Muffins delayed a moment, looking towards her friend and then the door with her misaligned eyes. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Home." She pointed sternly. "We'll be here tomorrow, promise."

With a sunk head, Muffins finally capitulated. On the bright side, some of the milk had moved through her belly, allowing for a slow walk instead of an awkward waddle. She made her way home, noticing there weren't as many ponies walking around as normal. "That's funny..." It did mean her way home was unimpeded and she smiled as her small but comfortable dwelling came into view. "Maybe a little nap is just what the doctor ordered."

Her thoughts wandered towards the doctor, her favorite doctor. "I wonder how Time Turner's doing..." She smiled at the thought of the brown stallion. "I bet he'd know just what to do." She closed the door behind herself and paused. There was a strange cube right on her coffee table. Its sides swirled with strange colors. To make it more concerning, each of her mismatched eyes saw different colors at the same time. "Woah..."

She trot up to it with renewed energy. "Where'd you come from?" She sat down next to the table and reached out for it without fear. "Are you a gift? Maybe from the doctor?!" She giggled with joy, imagining Doctor Hooves sneaking into her house and placing the interesting cube where she'd spot it. "He's so thoughtful! Actually, he's kind of empty-headed at times, just like me, but..." She tilted the box left and right. "I wish he were here. I want to thank him!"

The cube hummed softly in her hooves and she jumped with surprise. "Woah, did I break it?" She pulled it in closer and sniffed at it. It smelled like ten different things at once and she giggled with bemused confusion. "Wierd..." Her eyes fell on a small portrait of Doctor Hooves she had perched on the wall and let out a dreamy sigh. "Oh, Doctor... If only I could admit my feelings." She set the cube down and trotted over to the portrait. "Would you even want this derpy mare? Will I forever be 'That silly friend'?" She sank down onto her generous haunches. "Do you put up with me, or... What am I even asking."

She turned back to the cube. "Of course you like me. Look what you did!" She burst into joyful giggles. "How did you even know I wanted... whatever that is." She clopped her hooves with building joy. "It's a perfect thingamabob." She spread her wings and made a sudden bounce, coming down on the couch when she meant to land next to the table. "Oopsie." It was close enough for her to grab the cube off the table. "Now what do you do? I bet..."

She tried to turn and twist it, then began tapping at its panels. "There's no way he didn't put some crazy puzzle in you..." Suddenly it shifted in her prying hooves, sliding over exactly one panel's worth. "Oooo." She pushed down on the overhanging portion and it came down down with a satisfying click. "Doctor, you are the best!" She had never asked for a puzzle box, but now that one had been given, she loved it.

After adjusting the position of the tiles for a few minutes, one of them popped open abruptly just as she pushed it into position. From within came a phone receiver. "What the?" She never had a phone herself, but she knew what they were. It was just hovering there, waiting to be picked up. "Oooo." Could it be a the doctor? She set the cube down carefully, then grabbed for the phone, shoving it up against her face. "Doc?!"

"Is that you, Muffins?" It was him! "Strangest thing, th--"

"I love it!" cried out Muffins, interrupting him. "You are the best stallion ever. Are you busy? Come over!" She bounced up and down on her couch with escalating rapture. "Please please please!"

"Oh, well, alright? Is everything okay over there?"

"It will be once you're here." Muffins kissed the part of the phone she was talking to, then put it down where it had started. It hung up despite having no cradle. It then sank into the box and the panel closed. "Best gift ever." She gave a soft clopping of her hooves. "From the best stallion ever."

She tapped at the box. "I wonder what other secrets you have..." As if in answer to the question, a side panel burst open, a little journal spilling free. "Huh?" She grabbed it up. It read 'Things I Want From/With the Doctor'. Derpy began to giggle loudly. "Oh, Time Turner, how forward..." She licked her lips as she flipped it open. It was blank, waiting for her to write what she wanted.

She got out a quill, giggling all the while. "Where to start..." Not that she'd share the journal with the doctor, no. She wasn't that brave.

• Say 'I love you'
• Get married
• Have like a gajillion foals!
• Explore the world...maybe before that last one.
• Make the biggest most amazing contraption ever!

Muffins felt a heat tingling down almost behind her. Her marish vulva were tingling. She was no filly and knew it meant she was getting excited, but she didn't normally get that way easily. "Mmm, Time Turner." Her thoughts wandered towards other, perhaps more lustful, things. "What I would want with you..." She tapped the quill she held in a wing against the journal, considering.

• Be filled by his 'little doctor' (hope it's not little at all!)
• Stuff a muffin in a naughty place and have him clean it, with his mouth
• Be ridden like a real horse, the naughty way, where other ponies could see.

Muffin's cheeks burned brightly at writing the last one. "Oh gosh..." What had prompted that? She had never considered showing off such private things in public before. She moved her quill to strike it out, but suddenly veered off and continued writing out her depraved fantasies.

• Let him pack my fudge
• Return the favor!
• Fly into the air with him super high and make a foal on the way down

A hoof wandered down to her wildly winking lips, rubbing gently across it as she let out a dreamy sigh. "Oh, Turner..."

Jarring her out of her fantasy came a loud clopping at the door. She squeaked and threw the notebook away, hurling it across the room. Scrambling to her hooves, she rushed for the door, tripped, and slid the rest of the way, bumping into it with her nose. "Who is it?" she asked from where she had landed.

"Muffin? Is that you? Are you alright?"

She smiled at the voice of the stallion she was just fantasizing about. "Oh, one moment!" she sang out as she hopped back up and tried to get herself as presentable as possible in the brief moment before she grabbed the door handle in her mouth and pulled it open. "Doctor!" There he was in all his glory. She didn't hold back the urge to jump at him and hug him tightly against her still mildly swollen form. "It's so good to see you!"

He wrapped a leg around her, returning the hug. His eyes were on her swollen sides. "Got into a muffin-eating binge?"

Her cheeks swiftly darkened. "Oh, yeah, something like that..." She backed away and waved inside. "Look, the puzzle thing you got me!" She pointed at it. "It's the greatest! How did you make it?"

He strode inside, leg kicking the door shut behind him. "That's a most curious... thing."

"You would know!" She rolled her eyes, a confusing display. "You made it."

"Derpy Muffins Hooves, I did not make that." He used her full name to make his sincerity plain as he trotted up towards it. "It's a... fascinating whatever it is."

Muffins tilted her head. "But... It gave me a phone to call you, and a j--" She realized she did not want Time Turner seeing that journal. "It knew you!"

He tapped at it gently with an extended hoof. "Mayhaps it was constructed by somepony that knew both of us well? Who would fit that bill and also have the skill to fabricate such a thing?" He reached into his unseen pocket and pulled out a magnifying glass made for a pony. Its lense was inline with the handle, allowing him to hold it in his mouth and peer through it. "Very... unusual design."

Muffins slid over to the discarded journal, deciding that was a fine time to hide it. She snatched it up and scurried away with a little nervous whimper.

Time Turner was left alone with the cube. "It obviously has some magical abilities, but that doesn't really say who made it or not. I've made a few things myself and I'm no unicorn." He noticed two panels were not quite aligned and perked his ears at them. "What's this then?" He reached and gave a push. It clicked into the place he thought they belonged with a satisfying thunk, then a panel popped open.

He set aside his magnifying glass and pulled out his torch instead, shining a light into what seemed like an endless pit. "Very concerning..."

Muffins set down the journal under her bed. "Phew." She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief, but when she opened them, the journal was gone. "What the?!" She sat up suddenly, bonking her head on the bottom of her bed. "Ow." There was no time for nursing booboos. She started searching her room frantically, trying to find where the journal had run off to.

The Doctor noticed something in the gloom and reached out for it. He pulled free a slender little journal. His eyes scanned over the title and his cheeks darkened. Was it something written by Muffins? Who else could it be? He considered putting it down and looking away, respecting her privacy. In fact, he did just that, trying to ignore it entirely.

Alas, every time he started to poke and prod at the box, his eyes wandered back towards the journal. Maybe just the littlest peek wouldn't hurt too badly? It was probably filled with cute things. With a final squirm, he picked it up and nodded. "Just a little peek..." He turned it open.

Say 'I Love you'

His blush only got worse. "Does she want... me to say that... or her?" Either direction made him warm and tingly all over. He hadn't considered Muffins in that light before.

Get married

"Oh dear..." He skipped ahead a few lines, and the depravity truly began. With a limp jaw, he read over the lustful wishes of his friend who was a mare who would like to be his marefriend.

Author's Note

Voting results from with a winner at 6 votes for Muffins, #2 was Vinyl at 5. Following Zecora was #3 at 4. Poor Mayor Mare couldn't get a single vote. You know she dyes her mane and tail grey, right? She's not nearly as old and dignified as she tries to convince the world. Let this be a reminder that one vote can make the difference.

New vote! We can't perspective jump here, that would be too cruel. How about we vote on the wishes she had?

1. Be filled by his 'little doctor' (hope it's not little at all!)
2. Stuff a muffin in a naughty place and have him clean it, with his mouth
3. Be ridden like a real horse, the naughty way, where other ponies could see.
4. Let him pack my fudge
5. Return the favor!
6. Fly into the air with him super high and make a foal on the way down

Vote for all the ones you like! Update to occur, and voting ends, in 4 days.