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”This cream is perfect, for whipping; and thus for cakes and confectioneries requiring cream, whipped or otherwise!” I Pinkie Pie exclaims.
“Diamond is quite the catch, and she does enjoy producing the cream!” Ruby responds.
“Yes, I would have to admit!” Pinkie Pie responds,.
“Works well, in baking in general; but you would not fry in it and we do need an alternative oil for baking and frying in!” Emerald points out; “Not to mention, for salads and dressings!” she then adds.
“While I have not had a single complaint; but I guess the salad would be better, with an oil than any milk product!” Pinkie Pie blurts out.
“No complaints from the customers, and this far we are not puling down a single established caterer either! The customers may be distracted by the joy of the scratcher girls, though!” Emerald points out.
“I seem to be popular, amongst the ponies; not that I mind the attention, but rather enjoy serving them!” Amethyst points out.
“Every customer claims to enjoy your presence in the room, Amethyst!” Pinkie Pie responds; as she is stepping out of the crowded kitchen, on her way to the market.
While business is booming, one needs to be on top of everything; never running out of groceries. Of course, Pinkie Pie is thriving on being seen on the streets of Ponyville; greeting ponies and making them smile. Genuine, honest smiles of joy; not fake smiles, forced in place by ulterior motives or a dictator such as Starlight Glimmer had been back in the day.
“Where did the inspiration to the spell, causing me and my sisters to lactate even come from!” Ruby ponders.
One could always claim that it is under the influence of a random pink mare known as Pinkie Pie. Is that the truth or the entire story? No pony knows. One simply does not question Pinkie Pie.
“I did cast the spell on myself, in the light of inspiration under her influence! I am taking on a few of her aspects of laughter, after all!” she continues.
Ruby was new to being amongst ponies, and the effects they and Pinkie Pie in general was having on her. The gift effectively giving her the power of a unicorn; while she still is technically in a fully human body is and will stay new to her for a long time ahead. That drastic a change will be new long, just by the sheer drasticness of it all.
“Had it just been fun and games, before I tried that spell out? Did I harbour a secret wish of lactation and possibly even having a baby of my own? A family to be a part of and belonging to?” she contemplates.
Of course, now she does have a family of sorts; something greater than herself, she is belonging to. Sisters she can rely on in thick and thin. Something new and overwhelming.
“Now I am sharing something great, with my sisters. Is the change more overwhelming; than having a family or giving birth?” she ponders, once more questioning the surroundings and the very nature of herself.
Of course, once a spell is cast, it could not be uncast; even if the spell could be reversed, and effect could be withdrawn. The spell is still cast and the marks of it can never be completely removed.
“I cast that spell, and now I am lactating on a daily basis; because I enjoy doing it, and the effects it is having on me! Once I started to enjoy the process; I could not help, but sharing this gift with my sisters! I want them to enjoy what I enjoy!” she had realized.
“Since none of my sisters, or Pinkie Pie had complained; why stop now, or any time soon? I enjoy sharing this gift, and they are happy for it! Pinkie Pie enjoys the effect, my gift is having on me and my sisters; as well as how it is affecting the cafe, and the business of spreading joy around it!” she ponders, momentarily giggling at that last item.
How could she ever not do everything for Pinkie Pie; after everything she has done for her? While it may not be an effort per se; but she makes her best, to follow in her hoof prints and live in her image. Spreading joy and put smiles on the faces of ponies; it is not a burden, but quite a joy to me.
“Once I had tried out the spell on myself; how could I not have shared it with my sisters, knowing all the fun and joy it is in essence?” she ponders.
“Would Pinkie Pie have acquired me and my sisters; if not for the fun of it? Would Rarity have crafted the uniforms we wear, and given us these special gifts we use now? Would Twilight Sparkle, the very Princess of friendship have enchanted our uniforms and our gifts; if not for all the good we are doing, in and for all the ponies in and of Ponyvile?” she ponders.
From what little she actually does know of these ponies, and ponies in general; she would very much doubt either of them would have done anything. Even if Pinkie Pie is the only pony to put her hard-earned bits and reputation on the line.
“Is that Rarity?” she mumbles, as she sees a white marshmallow unicorn entering the cafe.
“Silly me, of course it is not!” she responds; pondering the pony, entering the room.
“Wait, that is Elusive!” she then sighs, giggling at hery initial mistake.
“Why are these to ponies looking almost identical; when one is a mare and the other is a stallion?” she ponders, amused by the appearance of ponies in general.
A girl is walking up the flight of stairs, but Ruby things nothing of it. That girl is me, but I do not pay her any mind; I have other, more pressing matters to attend to. I can see her later, when I have finished, what I need to take care of, and when I have seen my room.
“Pinkie Pie told me, to go into my room; she had left a few things for me there!” I ponder.