She drew another picture. This time there were angry ponies but this time her mouth was open and lines drawn from her mouth indicating she was speaking. This time the angry ponies calmed down and one of her sprouted tentacles curled around one of the pony’s outstretched hooves in a sign of friendship or agreement.
Anon sighed in defeat. He finally understood. The monster was not going to allow him to go back to ponyville until he taught her how to speak. It was clear that she was scared of magic and a mob of angry ponies.
“Fine, I’ll teach you to talk. I guess it’s just logical that you wouldn’t trust me not to tell the ponies about you, huh?” Amber looked at him with a slightly tilted head. Anon groaned.
He pointed at his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh.” Then he pointed at her mouth. “Ahhhhhhh”
Amber smiled and giggled, she clopped her hooves together.
“But what will I eat?” Anon gestured by miming eating food with a fork.
Amber tilted her head to the hallway and tugged his wrist with her tentacle. Anon gingerly walked around the monstrous mass of tentacles and followed her into the hallway. He was lead into another room adjacent to his own. Inside was a store of fruits, vegetables and nuts.
“Awww… No meat.”
Next to him, Amber grunted and shortly after her tentacle offered a chicken’s egg in front of him. She smiled proudly as she deposited it in his hand. He took it. It was very slimy.
“D-did you…?” Anon pointed at Amber’s ass. Amber nodded enthusiastically. Anon simply gaped. Amber then grabbed a bucket with her tentacle and placed it under her. She lifted her leg to the side, it was impressively flexible and reached upwards, stretching towards the ceiling and she revealed to Anon huge cow sized udders that had replaced what would usually be pony teats. They began to spontaneously squirt milk into the bucket. She bit her lip, it seemed to be pleasurable for her to do.