Delightfully Devilish Drabbles

“I’m sorry Pinkie, you want me to help you find what?”

“A lactation spell! And you don’t have to find it, I just need your help casting it. Cause y’know. No horn.” Pinkie tapped the top of her head with a forehoof and then looked around conspiratorially. “Yet.”

“Ooookay. Would you mind telling me why you need to be able to, erm, lactate? Do the Cakes need that much help taking care of the kids?”

“Nope! Although that is a good idea… I just wanna prank our friends!”

Twilight pressed a hoof to her forehead. She didn’t understand pranks. She would never understand pranks and here she was, dating the Prank Master. The things she did for love. “Right. Pranks. What’s a better prank than getting you friends to drink your milk - Pinkie, what are you thinking?”

Pinkie rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Apparently she just did not understand Pinkie’s motivation here. “Not make them drink it! That would be weird. I was gonna make some delicious pastries with it!”

“Ah, of course! Pastries. Way less weird.” Twilight was firmly in the ‘no milk’ camp for all of thirty seconds before she crumbled under the weight of Pinkies pleading eyes. “Fine, I’ll help. You said you knew where the book was, yeah? Lead the way.”

Four grams fenugreek, two grams blessed thistle, a quarter cup of sugar, a splash of fresh milk… Twilight liked making potions. Rare was the opportunity that she actually got to do anything with them that this was… kind of fun! Having Pinkie along for company certainly didn’t hurt either.

“So potion making is kind of like baking?”

“Basically! Just instead of putting the finished product in the oven you have a unicorn handy to activate the magic element of the potion while you, the imbiber, focus on the concentration portion of it.”

“Hmmm… So if you’re so good at making potions, why are you so terrible at baking?”

Twilight scowled. “Pinkie, do you want my help or not?”

Her marefriend giggled before straightening out the almost-perpetual smile on her muzzle. “Yes, I do.”

“Great. So drink this and then… concentrate on images of motherhood. Additional suggestions are flowing white fabric and running water.” To her credit, Pinkie absolutely knocked back the strange brew they had put together. She immediately screwed her eyes shut, forehead knotted in focus.

Twilight stepped back and focused on handling the magic portion. Her job was a lot easier - maintain a harmonic magical field around Pinkie in order to lend energy to the transformative aspect of the potion. A little moan escaped Pinkie’s lips as her body began to change. That noise was typically reserved for tender touches on the inner thigh so whatever was happening must feel… kind of good.

Pinkie’s eyes shot open and a mile-wide grin spread across her muzzle. “IT WORKED! YOUR POTION WORKED!”

Twilight scarcely had time to react before Pinkie swept her into a crushing hug. She fluffed her wings out, preening any errant feathers before turning her attention back to Pinkie Pie. “Can I… See?”

“Of course!”

Twilight crouched down and cast her eyes upwards and sure enough there was a pair of healthy, plump teats where before there had been none. “Huh.”

“Want a taste?”

Twilight's ears plastered themselves against her head as she returned to standing height. “No, that’s quite alright. Anyways, let's get ourselves to Sugarcube Corner.”
Pinkie paused for a moment, seemingly rooted in place. “Can you… teleport us there? I don’t know how to hide these.”

Ah, Sugarcube Corner. This little bakery was packed full of more memories than Twilight could recollect. It wasn’t often that she was behind the counter, however. Pinkie was off scouring the kitchen for ingredients while Twilight waited patiently.

“Okay, six times four is twenty four and this recipe makes twelve muffins so…”

Twilight found Pinkie’s concentration absolutely adorable. Whenever she got into the baking mood like this it was hard to keep her heart from melting. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Sure! Here in a second I’m gonna need to get some milk.” Pinkie was digging around in a cupboard and she took a moment to turn her head and wink. From where Twilight was sitting she could just see her teats dangling between her legs. She turned away and instead focused on a mixer to her left to keep her mind from straying. “Okay, I’m ready when you are!”

“Hmm? Right, milk. Do you… do you really need my help with this?”

“Of course! I can’t very well reach back there and milk myself now can I?”

“Fair. How much milk do we need?”

“A cup and a half if you don’t mind.”

Okay Twilight, nothing weird about milking the mare you love. Totally normal. This is just a prank! Set the measuring cup down, make sure it’s positioned below at least one nipple. She’d probably alternate once she got to about halfway. Lay down, tuck your forelegs underneath yourself. This is a job for delicate magic.

Twilight reached out and gently cupped one of Pinkies teats in her telekinesis. It was so full and heavy. This potion was supposed to last a couple of days. What was Pinkie planning to do afterwards? Whatever. She tugged the erect nipple firmly and a stream of milk came cascading out and into the measuring cup. She could hear Pinkie stifle a moan. Totally normal.

She set to work, slowly and steadily squeezing milk into the cup. Pinke whined throughout the process but to her credit remained surprisingly still. “Okay! I’ve got about three quarters of a cup so onto the next one!”

“The next one? Twilight, I thought you were done!”

“Listen, you made this choice Pinkie. Now you get to live with the consequences. Hold still.”

Twilight tried to hurry through the other half but it was… difficult. Pinkie really seemed to be enjoying this, if the wetness running down her inner leg was any indication. Not to mention Twilight was getting awful curious. A little taste wouldn’t hurt, right? She brought her lips up the closest teat and tongued the nipple gently. A warm splash of milk filled her mouth. It was… sweet. Kind of tasted like vanilla. Most of Pinkie tasted like vanilla.

“Twi-Twilight, this isn’t part of the ah!”

Twilight just wanted a liiiittle more. She sucked more intently and let the sweet ambrosia wash over her senses. She pulled back, milk dribbling from her open mouth and onto the floor. “S-sorry, I got a little carried away. Let me get back to work.”

“Hmph. Just… save it for afterwards, okay?”

She could do that. Twilight finished up milking her and sweet Summer skies Pinkie was wet. Twilight could only hope that she capable of composing herself in time. To be fair, she still had the entire baking process left to go. Pinkie worked well under pressure and Twilight was certainly that being debilitatingly aroused counted as a pressure of sorts.

Before too long Pinkie had finished with, well, everything really. The muffins were done, their friends were assembled in the main room, and Pinkie had managed to collect herself. “Twilight, would you mind walking these out to the girls?”

“You’re really going to have to figure out what you’re going to do about those because they stick around for a while.”

“Hmmmmm… Guess I just can’t go outside for a few days!”

Twilight rolled her eyes and trotted out with a tray full of muffins. “Here you are, compliments of the lovely baker there.” She floated four pastries out to each of her friends. They hadn’t even touched the table before Dash had eaten one, muffin cup and all.

She returned to the counter and stood next to her marefriend, surveying the carnage. They… really enjoyed them. Pinkies baking was always superb but this was something else. In the time it took her to walk back more than half of the muffins on the table had been laid to waste. Twilight felt an overwhelming wave of guilt crash over her.

“Don’t you think we should tell them?”

“YES! I can’t waAAAait. I actually can’t wait. EVERYPONY! I WANT TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!”

The room froze. Twilight felt like her life hung in the balance. Battling Tirek wasn't even half as nerve-wracking as this.

"PINKIE CONVINCED ME TO USE MAGIC TO GIVE HER TEATS SO SHE COULD PRANK YOU BY USING HER MILK AS AN INGREDIENT AND I'M ONLY JUST NOW COMING TO TERMS WITH HOW HORRIBLE THIS IS."

"I CONVINCED TWILIGHT TO HELP ME MAGIC SOME TEATS ONTO MYSELF SO I COULD PRANK ALL OF YOU BY REPLACING REGULAR, BORING MILK WITH SPECIAL PINKIE MILK! GOTCHA!"

The reaction in the room was… mixed. Rainbow Dash and Applejack took the whole concept in stride while Fluttershy was a little more bashful, finishing the muffin she was eating before shrinking down into her chair. Rarity cast a desperate glance around the room, the muffin she had been chewing already spat out on the table in front of her.

"Well, speaking for Fluttershy and myself I have to say I don't much appreciate this 'prank'. While the muffins were quite delicious it really is irresponsible to involve your friends in something they were unable to properly consent to. I'll be having a discussion with both of you later."

"I dunno Rares, milk is kinda hot so… what's the deal?" The look Rainbow received was enough to silence her completely for the next hour.

Pinkie looked like she was about to burst into tears and nearly did as she choked out an apology. "Y-you're right Rarity. I'm really sorry. I didn't stop and think about what I was doing or if it would hurt somepony I love."

Rarity’s gaze softened and a warm smile returned to her face. "It's alright, I think we forgive you. Now then, why don't we finish these muffins?"