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// An Extended Party: 13 
// Story: Pinkie Pie buys a Human 
// by Ponyess 
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I had just flooded the ceiling of my cafe with pink signature, enchanted balloons.  Personally, I think it was brilliant; even if I know others may beg to differ, on the judgment of the result.  This is my cafe, and I call the shots.

These balloons give of a pink glow, as if they had been the room’s lighting; rather than party decorations.  Maybe Discord would have found them insane.

Ruby is just stacking up a new set of bottles of fresh milk in the fridge of the kitchen.  Amethyst is moving over the floor with pride beaming, joyously grinning.  Emerald is currently inspecting the display cases; considering what needs to be added, to satisfy all the customers that are about to storm my fortress.

“These pink walls certainly added a bit of my flair, to my establishment!” Amethyst ponders.

“We had a table booked, for Rarity and Fluttershy!!” I read from the booking calendar.

“Yes, of course we do have a booking calendar; considering the high demand on catering, in Ponyville at the current time!” Amethyst ponders.

“We will have to expand; considering how much you sold yesterday, and how little our sales left of an impact on the others sales!” I declare.

“Are you acquiring more tables, display cases and floor space for your customers?” Emerald inquires.

“I will need two more display cases, to display the currently available options from the menu, and I think I can squeeze in a pair of tables, as well!” I point out, indicating what is missing and where the space is available.

While I had not seen any ponies outside earlier, or any comforting seating arrangements; now there is a small group of bat ponies in Twilights royal guard uniforms outside the door.  Maybe it is appropriate to open the gate for the hungry ponies; before the gate bursts open?

“Breakfast hours?” Ruby inquires.

“So it would appear!” I declare, giggling at the demand for my services.

“I may need a cart, on which to pull the orders, if the demand does not slow down!” Amethyst points out, indicating that she will have problems with carrying everything around to customers in time.

Maintaining a warm smile and serving ponies not withstanding.

“And here I worried; about not taking too much business, from my friends!” I point out; “You could as well open, right now; I will have to put up a sign for breakfast hours later!” I continue.

“Twilight’s Royal Guard?” Amethyst inquires.

“These are indeed them!  Bat ponies!” I point out, as I take the post by the counter.

“I open; guess it is about the right time, for their breakfast!” Amethyst responds.

“By all means, please do!” I conclude, watching the girl approaching the door.

“The Pink Balloon, and the girls are just as advertised!” the first guard utters, to her friends.

“This is the Pink Balloon Cafe, and Pinkie Pie herself is at the counter!” Amethyst points out, greeting the guards.

“Finally, a chance to eat out; it takes forever to make reservations; I even have to preorder take-aways!” the second guard responds.

“Greetings, and welcome to Ponyville and the Pink Balloon Cafe!” I exclaim, addressing the entire group; “How can I help you?” I inquire.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie!  I would love a Daisy Daffodill and Oat salad, please!” the guard responds.

“Are you eating here, or take-away?  Anything you would have to drink, with your salad?” I continue. 

“Is that bovine milk?” she inquires, as she is spotting a few unusually marked bottles.

“No!” I respond.

“But, it is actual milk?” she inquires further.

“As a matter of fact, we have human milk!” I point out, giggling at the response from the pony before me.

“Oh!  Then I will have that!” she exclaims.

“While they may not be squeamish about the bovine milk in baked goods; but drinking it may be a bit close to home, for some ponies!” I ponder.

While I may not be a cow, but they are still close enough.  I do have several bovine customers, when I work for the Cakes at the Sugar-cube Corner.  Moo-Ella is quite a nice friend of mine, for that matter.

“Five bits, for a breakfast-menu!” I point out, and she quickly counts the bits.

“I’ll have what she has!” the next guard points out, counting the bits on the counter.

They all has the same breakfast, it turns out, and I happily accept the bits and slide them in under the counter.  As I finish up counting bits, I pull out the salads and bottles of milk; placing them on a tray.  Amethyst picks up the trey and trots up to their table in the corner by the door.

“Apparently, they chose a table close to the door, assuming an emergency!” I ponder.

“Thankfully, they did at least leave the guard uniforms, and the helmets at the castle!” Amethyst ponders, grinning widely at the mares.

Of course, the entire group are bat ponies.  Who would have guessed.

She is placing a bowl of salad before each guard with her left hand, while holding the tray in her right hand.  Once each bowl is before a guard, she continues by placing the bottles before the hungry mares.  Since the bottles are uncapped before serving; the milk is ready to be enjoyed, at once.

Amethyst soon stands behind the first guard, her hands resting on the top of the equine head and scratches her with eager enthusiasm.  Several minutes are passing, while a content grin is spreading onto the face of the attended mare.  Had the guard been a feline, she would obviously have been purring within a minute or so.

Since the guards are the only guests, Amethyst is taking her time; stepping from one guard to the other; extending her service to each in turn.

One guard momentarily looks up, noticing the glowing pink balloons looking down and facing her.

“I like these balloons!” she observes, grinning.

“Pinkie Pie herself had them enchanted, just the other day!” Amethyst explains.

“Homey, now I will just have to enjoy my breakfast here; each and every day, if Twilight Sparkle will permit!” she responds.

“Unless the entire guard leaves her at the same time, I am quite sure she would not mind her guards having a fine breakfast and a jolly time!” Amethyst responds.

“Did the Princess by any chance be the pony enchanting these charming balloons?” the guard inquires.

“The one and only!  Of course it is the Princess, Twilight Sparkle who enchanted the balloons overhead!” Amethyst responds, beaming with pride.

“I should have known, I recognize the flavour of her works; it is quite unmistakable and exquisite!” the guard mare points out.

“When I got my transfer orders; I initially thought, I had been demoted for something!” another guard adds.

“Oh, Amethyst inquire.

“Leaving Princess Luna and all; but it seems to prove to be the opposite!” she responds.

“She could handle, even with a few guards less by her side; considering that she still has Princess Celestia by her side, aside from her personal guard as well!” Amethyst chances, with a weak grin.

“I am still serving a Princess, the Princess of Friendship, nonetheless!  While there is a scent of rustic in town, as opposed to the hectic stresses of Manehattan; we seem to have every last service at our very hoof tips, aside from the closeness to every front there is!” the guard continues.

“Cafe, restaurant, seamstress boutique, and even a spa!” Ametyst counts the blessings.

“Even a guard needs to eat; but who has the time for a spa, under the strict demands of a guard?” the mare responds.

“Yes, you do; but, that does not mean you have to live under the strain of aching muscles all over your body!” Amethyst points out.

“No!  We don’t?” the mare inquires, taken aback by the statement.

“Well, at least not in Ponyville; if you had the time to trot off to the Pink Baloon Cafe!” Amethyst explains.

“That is; where we are, right?” the guard responds; now questioning where she is, in response to the conversation.

“Of course, silly!” Amethyst concludes.

I can clearly see her slip the top of her top down enough to reveal her large nipples; rubbing the nipples with the tips of her thumbs, fore-fingers and index-fingers, for but a moment.

The next moment, the top slips up into place; while she is caressing the tips of her giraffe horns.  A clear gel; now obviously glistering, from the tips of her horns.

“This will take some explanation, once I get back to the castle!  Would I even want to mention this, to any pony?” the guard ponders.

Amethyst holds on to the waist of the mare; as she is bending over and pressing the tips of her horns to the small of the back of the mare before her.  There is a small neigh, from the mare; just as the tips of the horns initially touching the skin on her back, in reaction to the touch.

The horns slowly moves in small circles; caressing muscles into obedient relaxation.  More  neighs and a gasp escapes the mare, as Amethyst keeps working her magic onto the back of the mare.

Small electrical chocks spread out over time, as part of the treatment; forcing muscles into obedience, while the insistent yet caring caresses of the massage is continuing.

Friends and fellow guards, staring in awe; while the one guard is given the treat.  Each lost in thought, as they watch in unison, each dreaming up scenarios of dreams for them to surrender to.

Another group of guards are trotting in, through the door; just before the treatment had been completed.  While they stare at the scene as they are passing; they still continue towards the counter, bent on ordering the breakfast, they had been looking forwards for days.

One group of guards, replacing the one who had just finished their intended business as the meal is finished.  Guards contently leaving the cafe; grinning widely, as they go.

Orders are placed, and ponies are greeted and welcomed into the cafe.  The guards soon finds their place by another table.  Since the first group is still seated, that table is occupied; while the other tables are still free.

The new group of guards, scanning the room, curious and obviously in awe, of the decoration put up in such short time.  Particularly, the balloons, illuminating the entire space of the cafe in which I am standing.

Curiously enough; all ask for the same milk, and order a salad.  Each pony, slowly chewing the crisp vegetables they continuously stab and push into their mouths.  Gulp after gulp of the spectacular and exotic milk is swallowed.  Just as I said; this is no bovine milk, but pure human milk freshly acquired.

Table by table is filled, and cleared as the ponies leave.  Amethyst is serving their meals; then carrying out what is left, as the guests and customers leave.  Seemingly a day like any other, at the cafe I had just established.  I am enjoying to see so many smiling faces.  Even if some smile more than others; for their very special and intimate reasons.