After several hours, this time it was Near Miss who not only flipped the board, but stuffed all the pieces, the board, and the box the game came in into a small ball of magic before telepoofing it as far away as she could.

"Maybe that's enough board games for today," Spleens said, answered by the nods of her companions.

"It sounds like the rain calmed down a bit, so I'm gonna go take a look outside," Long announced. With the others following her, she made her way outside, and out from under the now slack tarp.

The sun was low on the horizon over a much changed landscape. Whereas that morning the Badlands had been a dry place, now it was anything but. At the bottom of each valley ran a small river, and everywhere else not covered by grass or shrubbery had turned into what looked like mountains of mud. Spleens prodded some of the mud next to the Rocky shelf they had set the caravan upon, only for her hoof to sink in beyond the fetlock, requiring her to fly herself out, lest she get more hooves sunk in deeper. As Spleens extracted herself, Near used her magic to put away the tarp, and the metal stakes that had held it in place.

"Something tells me," Long Shot said, shaking some mud from a hoof, "We're not going to get very far until everything dries a bit."

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful, and after a hearty meal of boxed macaroni and cheese, which Long had insisted on preparing for some reason, the three friends settled down to bed.

The next morning, Near awoke to an empty caravan and a full bladder. After stumbling out of the caravan and making her way to the stone wall behind it, Near sprayed down the rock wall as she was treated to the sight of Long Shot practicing her dive bombing on a bullseye drawn on a nearby hilltop. Near got quite a chuckle out of thinking of Long's projectiles as pegasus bombs, before making a careful mental note to not step onto that particular hill. Once she was done relieving herself, and had also finished marveling at the accuracy with which Long had relieved herself, Near made her way around the caravan to find Spleens had already started making haycakes.

As Near and Long appeared in front of her, Spleens looked to the lunar pegasus, "Oh Long, what great timing, could I bother you for some milk for our haycakes?"

"Sure," Long said as Near raised an eyebrow, "Go for it."

"So that's where our fresh milk's been coming from," Near said as she watched Spleens milk Long Shot with magic. Spleens was being very careful to only catch the teat milk, and not the 'mare milk' that Long was also starting to produce. Soon Spleens had what she needed, and released Long from her magic, at which point the thestral slid to the ground with a dopey smile.

"I'm guessing you get a nice meal from Long every time you do that," Near said to Spleens, ignoring the pegasus on the ground between them for a moment.

"Yup," Spleens answered, already whisking the milk into the haycake batter. "She's especially generous with her emotions when she's getting what she wants."

"Do you think there's enough left to make some butter? Haycakes just aren't the same without butter," Near said as she observed the gently twitching pony before her.

"Dunno, you'd have to ask her."

"Long Shot?" Near asked, gently prodding her friend's foreleg, "Can you hear hear me?"

Long Shot, finally coming out of her orgasmic stupor, looked up at Near for a moment before declaring, "That milking spell you cast on me is awesome. I've been creaming myself every time I get milked. How long will it last?"

"Well," Near said, "It should stay arousing like that as long as you keep lactating, and that should keep going as long as you keep getting milked. On a related note, can I take some milk to make some butter for our haycakes?"

Long Shot rolled onto her back before gently prodding her crotchtits with a hoof. She looked up at Near, "Well, there seems to be plenty left, so I'll allow it, but only if you milk them dry. I don't want this to stop any time soon."

Author's Note

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