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- prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/322237/just-the-sip
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- >You meander your way down the stairs of your home, yawning deeply.
- >With one hand rubbing the sand from your eyes, you use the other take care of that itch on your behind.
- >It's another typical morning.
- >As typical as possible anyway, for living in Trottingham.
- >Life could be better, but it could certainly be worse.
- >Trotsdale is quiet. Much quieter than Ponyville anyway.
- >Despite supposedly being a quiet, rural town, things get downright crazy there.
- >This 's much better.
- >Luck would have it that you even found a roommate to move in with.
- >To be frank, she's great!
- >She pays the rent, does the dishes, vacuums the floors.
- >Pretty much everything a good roommate could do.
- >Hell, the two of you didn't even get awkward when you woke up in the same bed after drinking too much.
- >For a fairly normal earth pony, Milky Way is pretty awesome.
- >Except, underneath that blue mane and soft yellow fur, there it one thing that makes living with her a test of your patience.
- >You put one pink, fuzzy bunny slipper in front of another and stop in front of the refrigerator.
- >You open it wide, letting the cool air press against your skin and the light spill out into the kitchen.
- >"Having breakfast?" comes a sudden voice from the living room.
- >With a jump, you turn to your roommate.
- "Oh, uh. Yeah. Just gettin’ my day started. Why are you up?" you ask.
- >"Oh, you know. No reason," she says, trailing off.
- >You frown, knowing the footprints that lie along this road this road before.
- >Looking back to the fridge, you take an inventory of your groceries.
- >No eggs. No bagels. No yogurt.
- "Huh... I'm running low on supplies..." you mutter under your breath.
- >Milky leaps off the couch and trots over to the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.
- >You cast her a glance, then close the refrigerator.
- >Stepping to the counter, you open a cabinet and find 16 boxes of cereal.
- "When did we get so much cereal?" you ask flatly.
- >"Oh, uh. There was a sale. You can have some, of course."
- >You sigh, closing the cabinet door.
- "Do we even have milk?" you ask.
- >"Well it's funny you should ask that!" Milky says with a wide smile.
- >You move back to the fridge.
- "Milk that isn't gross."
- >"My milk isn't gross!" Milky retorts, stamping a hoof and looking at her puffy pink udder. "It's organic."
- "It's still coming from you."
- >"So? It's called being resourceful."
- >You shake your head and check the fridge for any sort of milk.
- >Of course, that gallon you bought at the store a week ago is gone.
- "Hey, did something happen to my milk?" you ask.
- >"What milk?" Milky asks.
- "I bought a carton of milk at the store."
- >"Oh! It went bad. So I put it in the milking room so I can refill it."
- >You stare at her.
- >She stares at you.
- >"What?"
- "Don't. Please don't?"
- >"Why?" she asks, tilting her head.
- "I don't want to drink your milk, Milky."
- >"But all sorts of ponies drink my milk. And they love it!"
- "Right, and that's cool. All for you for having a good business. But it's just... fucking weird to me."
- >"Hey, language."
- "Just sayin'."
- >You close the door to the fridge.
- "I'm just going to have toast and coffee."
- >"O-oh," she says sadly. "A-alright."
- >You flip on the coffee maker and it begins to brew some of that morning gold.
- >Grabbing a loaf of bread hidden behind eight boxes of cereal, you pop two pieces in the toaster and lean against the counter, staring at your roommate intently.
- >She reaches to a different cupboard and pulls out two mugs.
- >She holds one out for you.
- >"Here."
- >You take it and set it beside you on the counter.
- "Thanks."
- >The takes her other mug and places it underneath one of the teats of her udder.
- >You instinctively look away as you hear the gentle squirt of milk hitting porcelain.
- "Jesus, do you need to do that right here?"
- >"What? This is completely natural."
- "Yes, but... shit. Can you give me at least a warning or something?"
- >"Not if you keep using foul language in my apartment."
- >You groan, turning to the coffee pot.
- "Are you done yet?"
- >"Just a second."
- >You watch the coffee drip down into the pot and blink sleepily.
- >This shit is taking too long.
- >Moving the coffee pot off the receiver, you put your mug underneath the stream.
- >The cup begins to fill with that bitter, black delight.
- >Once it's nearly full, you pull the cup out of the way and replace the pot.
- >"Alright, it's full."
- >Turning back to your roommate, she smiles up at you.
- >"Hey, do you-"
- "No, I do not need cream for my coffee."
- >She furrows her brow at you.
- >"I wasn't going to say that."
- "Oh really?"
- >She sits at the table, putting her milk in front of her.
- >Folding her front hooves, she looks away from you.
- >"As a matter of fact, Yes."
- "Then what were you going to say."
- >She pauses, looks towards you, then away again.
- >"I forgot."
- >You chuckle, turning back to your toast.
- "I'm sure."
- >"Losing your train of thought is a real thing. It's damaged lives, you know."
- >With a sigh, you set your coffee on the counter and focus your attention on the toast.
- >Grabbing a plate, you pop the toast out, head to the cupboard for peanut butter, grab a knife, and add a small layer of spread onto your breakfast.
- >Putting the knife in the sink you grab your mug of milk and-
- "God damn it, Milky."
- >Milky looks at you with innocent eyes.
- >"What?"
- >Stomping to the table with your breakfast, you take the mug of coffee in front of Milky and put the milk back in front of her.
- "Stop it. I don't want to drink your milk."
- >"But why?! You've lived here for almost two months and you've -never- tried the one thing that helps me make a living."
- "And I'm sure it's great, but-"
- >"But what?" Milky asks, waving her hooves in the air. "Why won't you try it. Just a little bit! Just satiate my curiosity."
- "I don't want to."
- >"Whhhyyyy?!"
- "It just seems weird."
- >You take a bite of your toast as she slams her head to the table.
- >"But I neeeeeed this."
- "You aren't making this any less weird."
- >"Why is it weird?!" Milky exclaims.
- "Well. I dunno. First of all, ponies aren't supposed to have udders."
- >Milky folds her hooves and shoots you a look of disgust.
- >"That's racist."
- >You shake your head and take another bite.
- "I dunno," you say with your mouth full. "It just seems... weirdly sexual. And not in the good way. In more of the 'wash the taste down with bleach' kinda way."
- >"How would you know if you haven't tried it?" she asks.
- "Well, I'll just have to live without knowing."
- >Milky sighs, resting her head on the table with ears turned down and letting her hooves hang limply in the air.
- >Silence fills the room with the exception of the crunch of your chewing.
- >She looks up at you, then stares.
- >You stare back.
- >"Just a sip?"
- "No."
- >"Please?"
- "No."
- >"Come on, I said please."
- "Please give me a million bits."
- >"Now you're just being absurd."
- "No, you're being absurd."
- >"That comeback expired, like, two years ago," Milky retorts.
- >Silence fills the room as you take another bite.
- >She leans over the table towards you.
- >"I'll pay your rent for the month."
- >You look at her stoically.
- "Really?" you ask flatly.
- >"Two months," she states.
- >You continue chewing.
- >"Three?"
- >You swallow your bite.
- "Three months and you never ask me to drink it again."
- >"Deal," she says.
- >She pushes the cup of her white liquid closer to you.
- >You grab the handle of the cup and raise the drink to your nose and sniff it.
- >Surprisingly, you can detect subtle vanilla overtones and a distinct aroma of sweetness coming off the drink.
- >Who knew that milk could smell like anything other than... well, milk.
- >Bringing the cup to your lips, you take a small sip.
- >The creamy liquid pours into your mouth and is quite refreshing.
- >Your whole mouth goes into a wave of ecstasy as you're reminded of the taste of melted vanilla ice cream.
- >You allow your lips to part, accepting more into your mouth.
- >"That's right. Take it you whore," Milky whispers under her breath.
- >The liquid flies out of your mouth in your best sprinkler imitation and soaks her from head to toe.
- "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
- >"Oh, come on, I was joking!"
- >You rise from the table, throwing your hands in the air.
- "NOPE! Fuck this."
- >"It couldn't have been that bad! Just a little more. I promise not to be weird. I can be quiet."
- "Nooooo way!"
- >"I'm going to tell everypony that you're a spitter. See how far that takes you."
- >You head down to your room and slam the door to your bedroom.
- >The apartment goes silent as Milky looks down to the glass in front of her.
- >She downs the whole mug in one gulp and smiles, a thin milk mustache on her face.
- >Stepping down from the chair, she lets out a light belch and licks the mustache away.
- >"You realize since you didn't swallow, I'm not actually paying your rent, right?"
- "I. HATE YOU. SO MUCH."
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