All students at Canterlot High had to get mandatory career counseling at the start of their senior year. Since everyone had been at each other’s throats at the time because of Sunset Shimmer’s schemes, Pinkie hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to talk about it with anyone in any detail, though she had some sense that Fluttershy at least was planning on going to college, and Rainbow Dash of all people had an interest in professional landscaping in case she couldn’t make it as a pro athlete. Applejack and Rarity were presumably totally fine with what they were already doing, and Sunset… well, the possibilities were terrifying to contemplate.

Her own interview, however the others had turned out, had been quite the mixed bag. In the traditional sense, anyway, not in the sense that mixed bags were really awesome things full of new surprises every time you took something out of them. Mrs. Fleur Dis Lee—who had insisted that Pinkie call her simply Fleur, and laughed when Pinkie answered “okay, Simply Fleur!”—had asked what she was doing with her life, and Pinkie had explained that she was living with and working for the Cakes while throwing lots of parties at the school. Fleur asked if the Cakes were her parents, Pinkie said no, and they left it at that.

But then Fleur asked what she wanted to do with her life after graduating, and that was when it got tricky, because Pinkie really didn’t know. There simply wasn’t any money to be made in throwing parties, or at least not parties that she designed herself. Even if she did find work in some sort of party catering company, she’d only be getting paid to follow other people’s instructions, even if they were incredibly awful instructions full of boring chamber music and outdated cake flavors and untalented clowns. Throwing parties of her own design would cost money, and to get money, she’d need to find a job or else marry rich. The second option had worked for Fleur, but it was a hard trick to guarantee.

Months later, it still wasn’t a conclusion she was very thrilled with. All her friends had skills or passions that would get them somewhere in the world—even Fluttershy was a shoe-in for some non-profit somewhere—but all Pinkie Pie wanted to do was spend money on party supplies with no obvious return. Her best hope was that she might become an extraordinarily successful stand-up comedian someday. In the meantime, at Fleur’s suggestion she’d started applying for colleges, reasoning that college would be just as good as high school at giving her money to throw parties with, maybe even better, and in the meantime she’d have some time to develop or discover some more profitable skills for herself. Rarity, once they’d all gotten to be friends again, had been a great help with her applications, and then suddenly there was nothing to do but wait to hear back and try not to worry about how she’d end up paying for college even if one did end up accepting her.

She’d still had a full half-hour left scheduled with Fleur after all those plans, though, and so after some raised eyebrows and subtle questions, Fleur closed the blinds on all the windows and they spent the rest of their time fucking in all sorts of positions, which made the meeting end on a happy note or rather quite a few happy notes.

Anyway, the point of all that was that the spring semester of Pinkie’s senior year was host to something of a senior slump, and she didn’t feel too guilty about spending her morning classes impatiently waiting until she would get to see Fluttershy instead of actually paying attention to her teachers.

The lunch bell rang at last, and Pinkie Pie was first out of the classroom, running toward the cafeteria at full tilt. Lockers, posters, and other students flew by in a blur until she eventually collided with someone, sending her sprawling backwards onto the dubiously clean floor. Pinkie shook her head as little stars and songbirds orbited around her.

“Can I give you a hand?”

Pinkie looked up to figure out who it was she’d run into. Up past the lime-green moccasins, and the raggedy dark tan skirt with its flash of alluring jade panties beneath, dark green hair and a big straw hat framed a familiar pale face. “Sweet Leaf, hi!” Pinkie waved from her position on the floor. “I think you gave me a hand yesterday, actually!”

“Did I?” Sweet Leaf smiled and extended a hand, which Pinkie took as she pulled herself back upright. “Did you enjoy our secret bathroom, then?”

Pinkie bounced merrily down the hallway, with Sweet Leaf walking calmly beside her. “Sure did! I really liked those little pebbles in the sink, and… wait.” She thrust her face at Sweet Leaf, eyes bulging at her from their sockets. “How much do you know?”

“Everything Sister Fluttershy would tell me.” The other girl grinned and placed both arms behind her head, stretching. “I’m a bit of a pervert, I guess I should mention.”

“Oh, hey, me too!” Pinkie bounced again, glad that she bounced so much anyway that nobody around them appeared to be paying any attention to her current conversation. “Though it can get kind of awkward, because I don’t like bras and sometimes my nipples get all pointy, you know?”

Sweet Leaf shook her head, long green hair flying around her. “Perversion inviting perversion? Oh dear.” Pinkie yelped as Sweet Leaf took hold of one of her boobs and squeezed; a couple milk droplets escaped her and wetted the front of her shirt, and Sweet Leaf nodded approvingly. “You’ve got a great pair there.”

“Um! Thanks?” Pinkie Pie twisted awkwardly to get free, and clutched her hands in unhappy fists. “Look,” she said to Sweet Leaf’s smiling face, trying to be as quiet as possible while also cheerful, “so like, it’s not that you’re not totally cute, and I’d bang you in a second. But I’m actually kind of trying to save myself right now…”

“Oh, I see!” Sweet Leaf dropped her hands to her sides and winked. “Sorry about that, then. Have a great time at lunch!” Without a moment’s notice, she ran off, leaving Pinkie standing somewhat bemused behind her. Maybe there was some side effect of being a milkmaid that made everyone really attracted to her? Otherwise, this attention was getting kind of unreal. It would explain how Nurse Redheart had gotten so incredibly huge, if she and Doctor Stable were constantly going at it at home. She felt a drop of moisture slip from her nether lips, and grinned, knowing her magic panties would make quick work of it.

Her shirt was still damp from Sweet Leaf’s groping, though, and she took the rest of the trip to the cafeteria at a slower pace, suddenly mindful of how much her boobs would shake around otherwise. Physical changes brought so many new concerns with them, and while on some days it might be just fine, or even fun, to have everyone maybe staring at her bouncing bosom, she didn’t exactly want to risk being the center of attention while pursuing Fluttershy. That sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Lunch that day, as she discovered while waiting in line behind a tall, yellowish boy with enormous orange hair, was a veggie burger and small salad. She turned away from the food counters and almost fell over again in surprise to discover Fluttershy standing right in front of her.

“Oh, hey!” said Pinkie, waving while managing not to tip over or drop her lunch tray. “How are you?” Fluttershy was, as ever, implausibly gorgeous, even with her long and perfectly straight hair hiding half of her face. Her yellow arms were thin and soft, her big green skirt stopped at just the right point on her legs, and the hint of her dark pink socks poking out from her boots was bizarrely enticing. She carried a lunch tray of her own, but it was empty, save for her twin amplenesses resting snugly on top of it as though they were a meal to be offered. Pinkie’s eyes, at any rate, feasted, noting that Fluttershy’s little white shirt left even less to the imagination than Sunset’s had that morning, even discounting the several inches of exposed belly above her skirt.

“Oh, I’m well, thank you,” said Fluttershy. Her smile was just noticeably sly, like a much junior version of Sweet Leaf’s, and the white butterfly in her hair glittered. “Um, Pinkie, would you mind very much eating lunch with me today?”

“Of course not!” Pinkie shrugged happily. “Don’t we lunch together pretty much every day?”

“Um, yes, I suppose.” Fluttershy began to blush, and she let go of her tray with one hand, leaving it to swing neglected from the other as she spoke. “But you see, I was actually hoping we could eat alone today. I had some things to talk to you about.” Her eyelids flickered, to what end Pinkie couldn’t tell, though she hoped it was an attempt at seduction because if so it was definitely working.

“Oh, I love talking!” said Pinkie, though her voice sounded a little weaker than normal. She was trying to focus on Fluttershy’s face, really truly, but it was hard with her wearing that napkin of a shirt. “Do you want to go outside or something? Otherwise everyone else will probably sit down with us anyway.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine.” Fluttershy led her to a table along the far side of the cafeteria, and they sat down across from each other, Fluttershy pushing her empty tray carelessly aside. “I had to talk to Twilight Sparkle earlier, and then I asked her to lead our friends away from us today.”

“Cool!” Pinkie Pie took a shaky bite from her burger. “You’re on top of your game today! What did you need to talk with Twilight about?”

Fluttershy blushed again. “Well, I heard that you were kissing her on the front stairs this morning, and I wanted to know why. But Twilight said she only kissed you for good luck, and even though she was screwing you this weekend, you aren’t actually together.”

Pinkie, who was very glad she had swallowed before Fluttershy started answering, stared. She’d forgotten that other people could have been watching her and Twilight on the steps. She wouldn’t have expected Twilight to be quite so blunt about it. And she definitely hadn’t expected Fluttershy to make it through that entire sentence without so much as a stutter, even if her eyes did keep flicking back and forth between Pinkie and the table.

“That all sounds right,” she said eventually. “You know, not gonna lie, that’s way more explicit than I was expecting out of you.”

“Thank you.” Fluttershy brushed some of her hair out of her face. “I, well, don’t really believe in hiding things. Certainly not important things.”

Pinkie looked down at Fluttershy’s chest again, where her shirt was fighting a losing battle against her glorious tits, and was inclined to agree. “Really? Even though you’re, you know, kind of shy and stuff?”

Fluttershy stared down at the table. “Yes. Um, that’s different, you see. Believing in something doesn’t make it not scary. Even then,” she added quietly, “sometimes scary is exciting.”

“Oh, I hear you there!” Pinkie scooped up a large spoonful of her salad and didn’t quite finish swallowing it before continuing. “Sometimes I don’t know for sure if someone will like a party or not, but then I go ahead and do it anyway! Because I guess I believe in parties, and besides, it’s way more fun to do something than to give up on it at the last minute.”

“Exactly!” Fluttershy’s eyes shone hopefully. “Pinkie Pie, could I ask you a couple of favors?”

“Fire away!”

“Okay. Um, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, do you think you could tell me what you think about me?”

Pinkie took in a deep breath. This was her chance to flatter Fluttershy’s socks off, or whatever other item of clothing might come into her line of fire. All she needed was a reputation for being a profound poet instead of a random blabbermouth.

“I think you’re beautiful,” she said, lacking anything better-sounding. “Not in a Rarity sort of way, you know? You just look so much like, I dunno, you, and it makes me happy that there’s someone who looks like you. You’ve got youishness down to an art, or maybe a science, whichever one’s better.

“I think you really care about all that stuff you’re into, like the animals, and that’s great. I mean, I know what it’s like to be way more into something than anyone else! And people just call me weird. But when you’re out there with your handouts and things, you don’t look weird… everyone else looks weird instead, for not joining you. But the really keen part is that you don’t even think about it that way, because you’re too nice to think something like that.

“I still feel bad about messing up your silent auction, even if it wasn’t exactly our faults. I think we’d have had way more luck if we’d really done it your way! I’m not much good with silent stuff, but I’d have helped out anyway, because it was you, and you make me wanna be better. At… I dunno, being around other people and helping them out.”

Fluttershy’s face was lost in red for several seconds, and Pinkie managed to get in some more bites of her burger, blushing somewhat herself. She didn’t think she’d sounded very poetic or anything, but at least she’d meant it, and Fluttershy seemed happy enough. As long as no actual wordsmiths came along anytime soon, she might have a real chance.

“Um, wow.” Fluttershy was smiling. “That’s a lot more than I was expecting… thank you. Although, um, I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t say anything about whether you found me sexually attractive.”

Pinkie Pie choked.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Fluttershy leaned across the table to put a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder, providing an unforgettable view of her cleavage that did nothing to help the choking. “I know it’s not something that everyone thinks people ought to talk about, but um, like I said, I don’t think that’s a very good reason not to, and I do want to know, if that’s okay…”

“That’s fine, that’s fine,” Pinkie managed between desperate breaths. The obvious course of action was to show Fluttershy directly just how sexually attractive she was, but years of thinking of Fluttershy as timid and easily frightened won out. The conversation already seemed to be going places, and just talking for a little while longer couldn’t hurt anything. She glanced quickly around to make sure nobody was listening to them. “You want to know if I think you’re sexy?” Fluttershy nodded quickly, almost guiltily. “Flutter, you’re the hottest thing on two legs. Your wings are adorable, your tits are utterly incredible, and I dunno if a day goes by I don’t dream about picking you up, taking you somewhere and fucking you silly. Heehee, sometimes just the last part, if I’m in a hurry.” She stopped to breathe, and then gulped as she realized she’d just said all of that out loud.

“Oh,” said Fluttershy. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking slightly, but her face was crinkled in a smile that put many of Pinkie’s fears to rest. “Um, good. Can I ask you my second favor now?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Fluttershy looked down at her tray again, a guilty expression passing over her features, though Pinkie thought it looked a little faked. “You see, Pinkie, I was feeling kind of naughty, so I didn’t eat any breakfast today.”

“Huh?” Pinkie Pie tilted her head and wondered if she’d heard correctly. “Well, you’re in luck, because this is lunchtime! Food as far as the eye can see, so long as you like burgers and salads and don’t look too far away.”

“Yes, but I left all my money at home.”

“So you wanted to ask me… if you could borrow a couple bucks? Fluttershy, buddy, I gotta tell you, you sure know how to kill a girl’s mood…”

“Oh, no, that’s not it.” Fluttershy hesitated for a moment, swallowed, then placed both her hands firmly on top of Pinkie’s boobs. Pinkie’s body reacted appropriately. “You see, I really liked your milk when you let us try some yesterday. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. And I was hoping you would let me try some right from the source.”

“The source?” Pinkie’s eyes widened. “You mean…”

“Exactly,” said Fluttershy, her voice gaining in confidence as she looked back and forth between Pinkie’s face and cowcatchers. “Pinkie Pie, I want to taste you. I want to sit here, where everyone else is eating their silly buns and lettuce, and I want to put my mouth on your beautiful breasts and drink the most intoxicating drink I’ve ever had. I want to suck your nipple until it runs dry and then I want to switch to the other one. I want to hold you in my arms and I want you do whatever you want with me. I want to lick you and kiss you and suck you and I want you to do all the same to me, whatever it takes. I want to do something just for me, not for my animals or social causes, and I want that something to be you. I want you, Pinkie, and I want to have you.”

The burger slipped from Pinkie Pie’s limp fingers and fell unnoticed to the floor. “I… want all of that too,” she said. “Golly, Fluttershy, I’ve wanted that for so long.” Minus the milk details, of course, since that was all new, but sex was more important than trivia.

“Then…?” Fluttershy jerked her head gently to the side, indicating the cafeteria around them.

Pinkie could trust herself to do nothing but nod, and Fluttershy purred like one of her animal friends.

Fluttershy’s gentle yellow hands scrunched up Pinkie’s shirt and began to pull it upwards, and Pinkie’s breath caught in her throat. Masturbating on top of a statue, fucking in a nurse’s office, even getting groped or kissed in public… those were all, at least comparatively, minor offenses. Either her exposure or her audience had been low in every case. But here was Fluttershy stripping her right in the school cafeteria, right after explicit promises that they’d be doing more than just stripping. It was exciting, and terrifying, and as Pinkie’s shirt passed before her eyes, she couldn’t wait to find out what it would feel like.

Pinkie’s shirt was thrown hastily to the floor, leaving the cool air-conditioned air to settle onto her boobs and raise her nipples to their fullest of masts. Tiny drops of strawberry milk were already dribbling down her, but Pinkie had eyes only for Fluttershy. Her wings were spread wide, and her face was full of lusty hunger, eyes pointed straight at Pinkie’s chest in an expression that scarcely befit Fluttershy’s usual timidity. She looked almost desperate, and Pinkie was awestruck to find herself the target of such unbridled desire. She felt sexy, attractive, desired, lovable, and then all that flew from her head in an instant of amazing joy as Fluttershy took one nipple in her mouth and began to suckle.

Pinkie’s milk had found many excuses to spring forth in the last couple days. Twilight and Nurse Redheart had helped her to orgasm, as she had all by her lonesome. She’d been felt up, like by Sweet Leaf, and she’d done a good bit of petting and squeezing on her own. Her boobies had settled comfortably into their new role of announcing her arousal to her and to the wider world. But never before had anyone actually nursed from her, and it was incredible.

Milk streamed all through Pinkie’s overwhelmed body, collecting energy and proteins and flavor as it went, before entering into her full breasts to await discharge. But this was no random discharge like she’d experienced before, gushing out all at once or dropping here and there in response to minor nipple tweaks or general arousal. Fluttershy’s perfect pink lips were wrapped tightly around Pinkie’s hard nipple, caressing it on every possible side, and she gave all the orders. When Fluttershy sucked, milk flowed into her waiting mouth and Pinkie could see it filling her cheeks and lighting her face afire. When she rested, Pinkie’s nipples ceased their production, and milk pooled in waiting beneath the surface of her boobs while Fluttershy swallowed and began again. Pinkie had never felt so perfectly connected to someone else, so much part of a chain without the slightest bit of space between links. Pinkie’s nipple and Fluttershy’s lips and ever-questing tongue met in perfect harmony, and milk poured forth on command in what felt like a supply that could never end. Pinkie felt fulfilled, and enjoyed, and extremely turned on.

Past the teasing and the outfits and the sex and all the rest of it, this was what her titties—what titties in general—were made for. Her body was specially grown, through some erotic coupling of nature and magic, to feed Fluttershy, To take in all the love and affection she received and turn it into pure milky goodness, tinted with strawberries, to pass through her mountains and between Fluttershy’s greedy lips and down into her, taking the milk that filled Pinkie and filling Fluttershy with it instead as if they were one. Pinkie couldn’t imagine what having a real baby would be like, but Fluttershy was baby enough for her, her lips perfectly encircling and ensnaring one fountaining nipple and doing that wonderful thing with her tongue as the milk flowed and flowed.

Fluttershy pulled back for air, and before she could properly recover, Pinkie seized her and pulled her in for a kiss every bit as deep as her suckling the moment before. Fluttershy squeaked for a moment, but quickly settled into it, and they wrapped their arms around each other. Pinkie’s large boobies pressed against Fluttershy’s still-larger ones, and Pinkie shook at the feeling of their hard nipples fencing against one another, both pairs struggling with Fluttershy’s shirt in their own ways, one poking through it and the other trying to soak it out of existence. Pinkie and Fluttershy brought their lips together again and again, heads turning slowly back and forth to enjoy each other from every angle, before Pinkie broke off and spoke quietly.

“Fluttershy, I…” She stopped and gasped for air, which Fluttershy took as her cue to begin firmly massaging Pinkie’s boobs. “I, you know, really like your shirt. Ahhh! But I’d like it even more if you took it off.”

Fluttershy feigned surprise, eyes widening, one hand abandoning Pinkie’s chest to pat her lips. “Take it off? Pinkie Pie, you want me to take my shirt off in front of all these people?”

For the first time, Pinkie thought to look around. They had definitely not escaped attention. Probably half the room was staring raptly at them, many holding up phones or even cameras, Snips and Snails included. Several people cheered as they noticed her look at them, and Pinkie could just make out Sweet Leaf sitting off to the side, eyes fast shut, her legs splayed and one of her hands thrust deep within her skirt. Of their other friends, Twilight included, she couldn’t see a thing.

“Yes,” Pinkie said, and her boobs took their cue to spurt twin jets onto Fluttershy’s face. “Please.”

Fluttershy slowly licked her lips as Pinkie’s milk slithered down her face. “All the way off?” She leaned forward again, and a whole herd of cyborg yaks could not have dragged Pinkie’s eyes from her grand canyon. “My breasts, the ones you’ve stared at for years whenever nobody was looking… you want me to show them off to all our classmates?” Pinkie managed just enough control of herself to nod. “Oh, well, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“What?!” Pinkie clasped her hands to her own breasts in surprise, leading to quite a few sighs of disappointment from their audience. Her nipples pressed wetly against her palms, but she ignored them. “Really!? Fluttershy, I mean, you took mine off…!”

“Oh, exactly.” Fluttershy stretched, and her ginormous gyroscopes jutted forwards like the world’s sexiest sand dunes, transplanting themselves from her chest directly into Pinkie Pie’s inundated loins. “So if my shirt’s going to come off, um, rather than me, shouldn’t you do it?”

Pinkie Pie hesitated for one moment, unsure if Fluttershy was really something she wanted to share with half the school, but arousal and years of fettered desire quickly won out. Her hands were shaking, but still she managed to grab the paper-thin bottom of Fluttershy’s tight tunic and pull it upwards. Inch after inch of Fluttershy’s spectacular yellow breasts came into her vision, and Pinkie felt herself orgasm once more as Fluttershy’s nipples sprang forth, bright pink and ridiculously long and hard as math class. Strawberry milk splashed across Fluttershy’s front, drenching her, and still Pinkie pulled upwards, until finally she lifted the entire shirt up above Fluttershy’s head and the whole cafeteria cheered.

Wordlessly Pinkie leaned down to Fluttershy’s breasts, her mouth as a blur as she moved to kiss every last inch of them, lips pressing over and over against the softest and most wonderful tits she had ever known. Fluttershy’s hands held Pinkie head and neck, pressing her forwards, digging hard into her scalp, and Pinkie could feel Fluttershy’s wings gently caressing her naked back. The feathers tickled, but Pinkie could not imagine a sexier tickling feeling in all the world, and she moaned as she kissed Fluttershy’s amazing tits and stroked her hands all over her back, trying to discover and learn every bit of Fluttershy as quickly as ever she could, to Tartarus with patience. This was Fluttershy before her, sex goddess Fluttershy, utterly and completely naked from the waist up, wings wrapped around Pinkie and beautiful boobs finally given to her and begging silently to be kissed and nuzzled and kneaded and…

“Ahem.”

Pinkie and Fluttershy looked up, still caressing each other, to discover Vice Principal Luna staring at them both sternly. Her dark blue eyes were ominously half-lidded, and while her pale blue arms crossed in front of her did a good job of pushing up her nice round boobs, they didn’t really grab Pinkie’s attention just then.

“Oh… hello, Vice Principal,” said Fluttershy, her quietness turned back on like by a switch. “Um, are we doing something wrong?”

Pinkie reached out to cover Fluttershy’s breasts with her hands, reveling in the impossibility of the task, and Fluttershy did the same for her, her fingers massaging Pinkie’s boob flesh slowly even as Luna spoke. “Wrong? You two are practically fornicating in plain view in a high school. How could you think this is acceptable behavior?”

“Well, heehee, you see…” Pinkie fumbled with her words. The trouble was, she knew full well that it wasn’t acceptable behavior. The chance of fucking Fluttershy had overridden all other possible concerns, but she couldn’t just tell that to her Vice Principal and then get off stock free. “It… it seemed like a good idea at the time? Teehee, haven’t you ever had a plan that sounded perfectly swell until you got in trouble for it later?”

“More than you could ever know.” Luna turned away from her, and out of the corner of her eye Pinkie could see the rest of the students in the cafeteria trying very hard to look like they weren’t paying attention. “Fluttershy, I am more surprised at you. You have been—are—a model student. Come, both of you… bring your bags to my office, and there you can explain to me why I should not expel you both for such misconduct.”

Pinkie Pie’s eyes shot open as she leaned down to grab her backpack. She turned up and stared at Fluttershy. “Expelled? Fluttershy, I can’t be expelled! What are we going to do?”

“Shhh.” Fluttershy walked around the end of the table and took Pinkie in her arms, kissing her firmly. Their boobs once more squashed together, and Pinkie could again feel those yellow wings resting against her back, sending joyful shivers down her spine and right into her overexcited pussy. “Don’t worry,” said Fluttershy, lips lingering on Pinkie’s own as she whispered. “It’ll be okay. I know this school really well, and we’re not going to get into any trouble.”

Pinkie sighed, her body warm with constant pleasure even as her mind screeched in terror. She held one of Fluttershy’s chestilicious cheddar wheels and worked her fingers through its endless acres. “Are you sure? Fluttershy, you know my grades are kinda sucky as it is. If I get expelled on top of that…”

Fluttershy hesitated, and Pinkie worried that she looked guilty. The tickly yellow wings pressed tighter against her back. “If we get expelled, I promise I’ll be your sex slave for a whole fortnight, to make it up to you.” She traced a gentle finger down the small of Pinkie’s back, blushing. “But, um, that won’t be necessary. Come on, let’s go follow her.”

Not until they were already out of the cafeteria did Pinkie realize that grabbing their bags hadn’t included grabbing their shirts, and they were still both completely topless. She considered turning around, but with the other students in the cafeteria the way they’d been, they realized their shirts might not still be there if they went back for them. So they kept walking, big bare breasts resting proudly atop their chests for all to stop and stare open-mouthed at. Fluttershy’s were larger, but Pinkie’s were bouncier, and the strawberry milk that continued to dribble down their surface was itself pretty eye-catching.

“How are you doing this?” asked Pinkie. Not sure what else to do, she was playing with Fluttershy’s wings, running her hands through the feathery expanses in wonder.

“What do you mean?” Fluttershy’s right arm was stretched around Pinkie’s torso, holding her firmly at Fluttershy’s side.

“All of this!” Pinkie pressed her palm hard against one wing, and Fluttershy stifled a happy whimper. “I mean, you’re Fluttershy! Sometimes you’re too afraid even to say your own name! But here you are topless at school, amazing tits and all, with every last kid we’ve come across staring at you, and you’re happy about it?”

“Oh, well.” Fluttershy looked at the ground. “You see, no matter how much I believe in things—animal shelters, friendship, anything—that doesn’t always mean other people will believe in them too. They might laugh at me instead, or throw rocks, or anything. Um, unless there’s something I can do or say that I know for sure they’ll react positively to, I get scared, because there’s so much that could go wrong.”

“And in this case…”

“Well, in this case, what I’m doing is showing off my body. And I happen to know for an absolute fact that I’m incredibly sexually attractive.”

Pinkie said nothing, having certainly no objection to raise. Although in the opposite direction, it turned out she was a better person than she’d thought. Fluttershy needed things to give her a positive self image, after all, and it sounded like every time Pinkie had ogled her over the years, that had helped her out! Suddenly she felt like a real standup citizen, minus the possibly getting expelled thing. Pinkie Pie, private therapist: will lust after your tits until you feel better! No charge.

“So, um, how about you?”

“Moi?”

“Ywa. Um, you, I mean. You’re always so open and adventurous, with your parties and everything, but now you seem a little, I don’t know… embarrassed?”

Pinkie looked down at herself. Her nipples were still hard, which was if anything their default state of late, but she wasn’t dripping anymore and her pussy felt drier than before. Walking around half-naked wasn’t as arousing as she’d expected. “I dunno either! Maybe if I were doing this more intentionally, instead of as part of some weird mixed-up walk of shame thingy?”

“We’ll see, I guess,” said Fluttershy, but then stopped walking before Pinkie could ask her to elaborate. “Oh! Here we are. Um, after you?”

Vice Principal Luna’s office was big and dark, and between those two features it was hard for a while to make out any other details about it. The only light in the whole room eked from between the window blinds, barely illuminating a bookshelf, a large painting of the moon, some flowers, and so on. Most of the furniture was pushed up against the walls, the only exception being a very large round table, easily roomy enough for someone to lie down on, in the center of the room. A chair sat by it, but Luna was up and pacing, looking through two manila folders as she went.

“Fluttershy,” said Luna. “Top student for four years running now. You don’t talk much in class, but your teachers tell me you can really open up in one-on-one discussions once they’ve gotten to know you. We’ve received occasional complaints from parents about your outfits, but they have never violated my sister’s cherished dress code. You also have wings now, so I suppose you’re what Nurse Redheart would call a pegasus person.

“Pinkie Pie. Decent student, but your grades have been slipping this semester. Not uncommon from a senior. Head of the party planning committee every year, the best we’ve ever had. Everyone tells me about your devotion to this school. An earth person, I suppose. And, of course, you two were part of the team last semester that defeated Sunset Shimmer when she turned into a demon. So what has possessed the two of you today?”

Possessed? Pinkie wondered for a moment if they could possibly claim to have been possessed, or even mind-controlled, maybe by Sunset again, but decided that would be totally unfair.

“Well, um, it’s very simple,” said Fluttershy. Her hands were clasped nervously in front of her skirt, leaving her tits totally on display, although Luna didn’t seem to be paying them much attention. Pinkie’s attention was torn.

“Indeed?”

“Yes. You see, the state motherhood statute of ’83 makes it very clear that breastfeeding is a legally protected activity, um, and it doesn’t matter where you are or anything. And I didn’t eat breakfast today and forgot my lunch money, so Pinkie was only feeding me.”

Luna raised one exquisitely long eyebrow. “Am I to believe that you are Pinkie Pie’s daughter? I suppose I can see the resemblance in your hair color…”

“Oh, no!” Fluttershy smiled faintly. “The statute doesn’t say anything about relationship, actually. Um, you know, that could have been bad if a woman had, um, adopted, and someone else tried to claim that adopted children didn’t really count as children so feeding them wasn’t legal, when of course it really was.” Pinkie watched in awe as she swallowed. “Oh, and there aren’t any restrictions on age, either, because really most anyone could get pregnant, and the courts didn’t want to say, for example, that you couldn’t feed your child just because you happened to be a teenager at the time.”

Luna stopped pacing and turned to face them, eyes lingering briefly on their exposed chests. “I will confess I am no legal expert. Do you have a copy of this statute?”

“Sorry, no.” Pinkie sighed in disappointment. “But I’m sure you can find it on the computer, or my friend Flower Child probably has it memorized. She’s, um, very skilled at laws and codes and things.”

“I see.” Luna crossed her arms again, manila folders fluttering against her sides. “Still, when I found you it was Pinkie Pie making love to your breasts, not the other way around. Surely you cannot expect me to believe that was somehow part of the nursing ritual?”

“Actually, we can!” Pinkie was surprised for a moment to notice herself talking, but quickly got into the spirit of it. “I talked to Nurse Redheart too, you know, and she says I’m not an earth person at all! I’m a milkmaid, and the more milk I want to make, the more I need to have sex and stuff. So all we were doing was making sure I could keep feeding Fluttershy until she was totally full to bursting!”

“Oh my,” said Fluttershy quietly, her cheeks glowing.

Luna nodded thoughtfully. “Very well, then. Assuming the law checks out as you have described, it seems as though you are in the clear. Please proceed with your feeding, so that I can be sure your sexual intercourse really does contribute to your lactation.”

“Awesome! Thank you so… wait. You mean right here?”

“Of course.” Luna smiled, her mouth thin but her eyes glittering a little. “I promise to be a very neutral observer. Here… you can even use my table.” She started to clear things off of it as Pinkie turned to look at Fluttershy.

“So… what do you think?”

Fluttershy smiled and took one of Pinkie’s hands in her own. “I think we should. Um, unless you’d rather get expelled?”

Pinkie shook her head fiercely. “Nuh uh! But I mean, in front of the Vice Principal? Are you sure?”

“It sounds exciting.” Fluttershy squeezed her hand. “It’s certainly no more public than the cafeteria. I want this, Pinkie. I want to fuck you. Badly.”

“Well, I want that too, so I guess we’re all on the same page here.” Pinkie grinned as her titties began to dribble again. “Table work for you?”

“Oh, yes.” Fluttershy climbed silently onto the table and sat there, welcoming, bathed in the limited light from between the blinds. Her big jade skirt pooled around her, as did her pink hair, falling down from her shoulders like a waterfall of melting mixed-berry ice cream. Her angel wings fanned out in either direction, lit dazzlingly from behind, and her luscious lemon luftballons stood proudly upon her, lit only in silhouette but no less sexy for appearing only as enormous glowing curves.

Pinkie kicked her boots off, climbed up after her, and leaned in, proving her devotion to those mammaric masses through kiss after kiss. Fluttershy moaned and lay back along the whole surface of the table with her wings stretched out to her sides, and Pinkie lay on top of her, boobs squashed wetly against Fluttershy’s stomach, lathering Fluttershy’s tits with kisses and long loving licks. Her arms rested against the table, clutching Fluttershy’s naked chest to her as she lay and licked and loved.

Fluttershy’s hands found their way to Pinkie’s skirt, and pulled down, and Pinkie pushed herself up off the table a little to give Fluttershy more room to work. Her skirt slid down and around her ankles, helped by Fluttershy to fall down to the floor, and Fluttershy eyed Pinkie’s dry white panties, groaning while she lay back on the tabletop.

“Twilight’s?”

“A present.” Pinkie sighed and licked all the way across one of Fluttershy’s tits and right down to her nibbly belly button. “They’re magic, get it, and…”

“Pinkie, I don’t care.” Fluttershy sat up, forcing Pinkie back, and stared at her hungrily. “I don’t care if they were enchanted by the Queen of Sheba. I just want them off of you.”

“You got it!” Pinkie Pie reached down to pull them off in a jiffy, but then got a better idea. If the Vice Principal insisted on getting a show, she might as well get a show. Pinkie climbed to her feet, turned her back to Luna, and leaned forwards as far as she could possibly stretch, aiming her ass directly at Luna’s face. Slowly, carefully, she began to peel away her panties, shaking back and forth as she did so, butt cheeks shaking at Luna and boobs bouncing merrily over Fluttershy’s head. Drops of milk flew off of her as she shook, landing on Fluttershy’s face, her arms, her wings, her tits. Luna, at least from Pinkie’s upside-down perspective, still looked pretty darn calm.

Pinkie’s panties reached her ankles, and she twisted them off and let them fall limply to the floor. Other than her socks, she now stood fully nude on top of the table, butt and enflamed pussy lips pointed squarely at Luna while Fluttershy watched raptly from below.

Fluttershy rose to her own feet and took Pinkie in her arms, raining kisses on her neck and shoulder. “Turn around,” she said quietly. “Show her everything.” Pinkie shakily turned, baring her entire body to Vice Principal Luna, and Fluttershy pressed up against her back, massive boobs squashing as best they could and long hard nipples drilling holes into Pinkie Pie’s unprepared skin. Pinkie moaned, and then squealed as one of Fluttershy’s hands found its way into her pussy, a finger or two flicking away at the outside while the rest buried deep inside of her, wetly exploring her most private place. Pinkie contracted her pussy around Fluttershy’s hand to welcome her, tight as she could possibly make it, loving the sensation of Fluttershy deep inside as those questing little fingers pushed and tapped her in a thousand pinpricks of sensitivity.

Fluttershy’s other hand was on Pinkie’s boobs, stretching and kneading, and Fluttershy rocked slowly up and down against Pinkie’s back. Her nipples scrawled long circles into Pinkie’s flesh, and Pinkie cried out as she felt Fluttershy’s hand rocking within her, in again, out again, in time with the rest of her and teasing more than she could bear.

“Ahhh! Oh, Fluttershy, please, yes!”

Fluttershy did not stop. Her other hand left Pinkie’s boobs only long enough to cup up their milk and bring it back towards her, and Pinkie could hear her sucking the milk from her fingers, long and wet and loud. She began to rock up and down in time with Fluttershy, her boobs bouncing slowly on her chest beneath Fluttershy’s firm ministrations, and still her pussy sopped with ecstasy as Fluttershy’s hand slid easily in and out, in and out, pushing up against her waiting insides with all the force of a sexy freight train.

“Oooooh, oh, yes, Fluttershy, Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy swapped hands, and Pinkie could feel the residues of her milk on Fluttershy’s hand as it entered her pussy, mixing her sex juices into her other sex juices to create a tight, pulsating sex smoothie. Fluttershy’s breath was hot against the back of her neck, punctuated by kisses up and down Pinkie’s back, though she missed the feeling of those yacht-sized steeples digging into her. Her own nipples were rivers of fire, singing to her in bliss every time Fluttershy tweaked or pulled at them with her soft wet fingers, and the oceans feeding those rivers were building in pressure and crying out for release.

“Fluttershy… I’m gonna, I’m gonna!”

“Do it. Do it for her. Do it for me.” Fluttershy was to Pinkie’s side now, and she licked roughly at Pinkie’s ear with her hand still sliding in and out of her molten pussy. Her massive tits pressed against Pinkie once more, left nipple searing into Pinkie’s own breasts, and Pinkie saw from the corner of her eye sweat pooling on her forehead. “Do it, Pinkie, let me see, let me taste…”

“I will, Fluttershy, I, I, I… ahhhhhhh!” Pinkie’s boobs leapt into action, again and again trying almost to break free from her chest as they spasmed, rocking the rest of her body along with them. Milk shot from her as from a cannon, soaking parts of the table and even dousing a very startled Vice Principal Luna right in the face. Futtershy twisted around to Pinkie’s front, mouth wide open, and strawberry milk rained down on her as well, coating her face and running down her wings and shoulders and forming puddles upon her tits. She blinked the milk from her eyes, enraptured as Pinkie’s shaking slowly subsided, milk dwindling down to only a trickle, a few drops at a time, and finally nothing.

“Oh, oh, wow, oh, Fluttershy, wow…”

“Pinkie, look!” Fluttershy was still covered in pink milk, dripping down her every surface, but Pinkie forced herself to pay attention as Fluttershy clutched her boobs. “Your breasts, they got bigger!”

“Oh, oh yeah!” Pinkie looked down at herself. There was definitely more heft there than before, longer curves, maybe even wider areolas. “I must be almost as big as Sunset now.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Well, you’ll be bigger than that before we’re through. Come on now, do me too.” She held up her own boobs for Pinkie to stare at, milk running down and around her long nipples, and Pinkie incredibly felt her liquids beginning to stir once more. “Do anything you want,” said Fluttershy.

Pinkie gulped. “Anything?”

Fluttershy gazed at her wickedly. “Do everything you want.”

Pinkie needed no second invitation, or really not even a first one. Trusting that Luna would be able to find some way to clean herself up, Pinkie grabbed Fluttershy and all but threw her down to the surface of the table again, kneeling over her to kiss every part of Fluttershy that she could find, her tits, her stomach, her shoulders, her lips, her nose, even her eyelids. Fluttershy sighed in contentment beneath her, and pulled Pinkie closer to her with her wings alone, expanses of matted yellow feathers surrounding Pinkie’s body and all but hiding her from the world. Pinkie licked all the way around Fluttershy’s great goobers, marveling at how long it took her, and then moved farther upwards, where Fluttershy found her and pulled her head down and locked her firmly in a real kiss.

Fluttershy had tasted intoxicating even before, and now with Pinkie’s milk seemingly mixed into every pore of her, she had taken on an almost incestual feeling of delight. Pinkie feasted greedily on Fluttershy’s perky lips, and Fluttershy feasted right back, their mouths leaving each other only to rejoin at new angles and with new sounds moments later. Fluttershy’s moans were lost inside of Pinkie Pie, and her hands dug into Pinkie’s hair and back, and Pinkie massaged every inch of Fluttershy that she could find, losing themselves in those spectacularly soft mountains but also running up and down her sides, her arms, her back, anything available. Remembering Twilight’s reaction the other day, she pressed against the spot where Fluttershy’s wings grew out of her back, and was rewarded with a piercing note of pure pleasure followed by an incredibly passionate kiss that left them both gasping for air.

“Skirt?” asked Fluttershy, once they could breathe again. “Underwear? Booties?”

“On it,” said Pinkie Pie, and reluctantly abandoned Fluttershy’s mouth and tits to concentrate on getting her undressed. Her boots had been pressing into Pinkie uncomfortably, and those had to be the first to go, exposing Fluttershy’s knee-high purplish-pink stockings to the limited light from the window. Pinkie ran one hand up and down the stockings, amazed to find them almost furry to the touch as they accentuated Fluttershy’s limber legs. Fluttershy was thin enough that she should have been bony—although Pinkie supposed she wasn’t the best judge, falling rather into the ‘more to love’ category herself—but instead she was overwhelmingly and universally soft, most wonderfully so in her massive tits themselves but soft everywhere else as well, one big body-sized invitation to be petted everywhere hands could find to pet and then some.

In something just short of a frenzy, Pinkie pulled Fluttershy’s wide green skirt down and off of her, revealing a pair of midnight blue panties below. Although she realized that they must have been bright blue once upon a time, but they had been so thoroughly soaked as to appear quite dark. “Wow, Fluttershy,” she said, “are you sure you didn’t cum in these already and I didn’t notice?”

“I’m not sure either.” Fluttershy’s voice was shaky, though Pinkie couldn’t make out her face. “I guess I might have. Um, it’s been an interesting day.”

Pinkie only growled deep in her throat in response. Fluttershy’s panties made a squelching noise as Pinkie plucked them off, followed by built-up cum splashing over Pinkie’s fingers and onto the table. Once the panties had been thoroughly discarded, Pinkie brought her hand up to her lips and sucked long and hard, basking in the salty taste of Fluttershy’s glistening girl cum. Although really it was sweeter than most she’d tried, as was only appropriate for Fluttershy. The smell of musky sex radiated from Fluttershy’s exposed pussy, its small knot of pink pubic hair, and its thick, blooming lips, strong enough to make Pinkie pant with desire.

Pinkie picked Fluttershy up, hands resting on her ample butt cheeks, and turned her around to point her whole body toward Luna. If they were giving a show, it might as well be the greatest show on earth… Fluttershy certainly had big enough circus tents for it. She knelt over Fluttershy, boobs hanging freely, kissing her, one hand flat on the table to keep her upright and the other dedicating itself to Fluttershy’s sopping pussy. Her own butt, she supposed, was also pointing at Luna, lips flared wide enough to be easily visible from behind as they dripped her pink cum onto Fluttershy’s stomach.

Fluttershy kissed her back, moaning in time with Pinkie’s strokes of her pussy. Her breath was ragged and her pussy soaked, sweet juices surrounding Pinkie’s hand as she rubbed it up and down. Every last part of Fluttershy was wet for one reason or another, wet with her or Pinkie’s sweat, or spittle falling from their lips as they kissed, or Pinkie’s cum dripping down onto her, or her strawberry milk still lingering from before. Pinkie was sweating freely, wondering if the room had felt quite so hot before they’d gotten going, and her newly-enlarged tits were back in the game and dribbling forth still more milk to fall upon Fluttershy’s waiting bosom.

Fluttershy’s clit twanged at Pinkie’s touch, and Pinkie felt her hand get sucked inside of Fluttershy’s pussy, where she continued to rub and pet at Fluttershy’s wet inner walls. Fluttershy was bigger inside than she’d expected, not nearly so tight as Pinkie herself, but that just made for more room for her hand to push around in. She forced her thumb back up again to play with Fluttershy’s waiting clitty, and Fluttershy cried softly in response, grinding her face against Pinkie’s own.

“Mmm, yes! Pinkie, ooh, don’t stop…”

“No?” Pinkie forced her head back and stared wildly at Fluttershy, whose hair lay completely disheveled around her. “Not even if I stop to do… this?”

Pinkie twisted her body halfway around and settled down, her boobs flattening themselves hugely onto Fluttershy’s taut stomach. She took a breath, leaned in, and placed her tongue to Fluttershy’s pussy, eliciting a body-wide shiver and a scream of delight. Fluttershy’s sweet juices were even better when tasted directly than when sucked from her fingertips, and Pinkie licked happily, stopping only on occasion to lean in and suck hard at her clit.

Behind her, Fluttershy’s mouth found Pinkie’s own gaping pussy, and Pinkie whimpered. Fluttershy’s tongue, as she’d felt while kissing her again and again, was long and flexible, and that same tongue was lapping away at her like a master potter at his clay wheel. Pinkie’s pussy did its best to reward her with as much cum as she could manage, even while Pinkie’s tits, flattened into enormous donuts on top of Fluttershy, floated in puddles of their own making. Still they both licked at each other, tongues darting across one another’s wetnesses, sweet juices rolling across Pinkie’s lips and deep into her to be mixed and converted into yet more milk.

Pinkie risked abandoning Fluttershy’s pussy for a moment to look up and make eye contact with their watching Vice Principal. Luna’s composure was slipping at last; she was still fully dressed, as well as Pinkie could tell while she sat in her chair, but she had one hand obviously stuffed up her shirt, the other nowhere to be seen, and she was panting. Pinkie winked at her sultrily, and Luna didn’t even bother to scowl back.

“Pinkie?” Fluttershy’s voice was urgent against Pinkie’s pussy. “Pinkie, don’t stop now, fuck me, fuck my cunt, lick it hard, do it, keep going…”

“Just saying hi,” said Pinkie, and returned her full attention to Fluttershy with a low moan. She could feel Fluttershy shaking beneath her from the near-constant fingering and licking, and her own body was asking for release as well. She licked away at Fluttershy, delving far into her climactic cavern with each lap of the tongue, but still wasn’t satisfied. Fluttershy wanted to put on a show for Luna, and they needed something better for that, something even more exciting.

Gradually, stickily, through dozens of pats and whimpers and quick kisses, Pinkie managed to engineer them into a new position. She lay flat on her back, legs stretched away from her, irrigated pussy blossoming mere inches below Luna’s trembling face. Subtlety was, after all, overrated. She kept her feet on the table, knees arched above them, rather than worry about accidentally kicking Luna in the face in a moment of passion.

Atop her face sat Fluttershy, wings as open as they would go and breasts aimed at Luna like a double-barreled bazookas. Pinkie’s vision was filled with her big round yellow butt and her perfect pink pussy and glimpses of the rest of her far above, and she continued to lick roughly, Fluttershy moaning or squealing every time her tongue made contact. She smelled more strongly of sex than ever before, filling every one of Pinkie’s senses with raw and overpowering Fluttershy, giving Pinkie nothing to do but keep on licking until doomsday.

Pinkie felt two hands grab her boobs, and realized that Fluttershy had reached down to tweak and tease them as she rode Pinkie’s face like it was a bronco. Fluttershy rose and fell onto Pinkie’s searching tongue, crying louder and delivering frequent pleas for Pinkie to fuck her and lick her and hold her, and as she rose and fell, so too did her hands squeezing Pinkie’s boobs, bobbing up and down from the nipples to their bases and back again, pressing deep into Pinkie’s flesh and filling her with ecstasy. Her body shook from nothing more than Fluttershy’s hands, warmth far outstripping the room’s natural heat pouring through every facet of her being, and she gasped hungrily into Fluttershy’s open pussy as it and her tongue found each other again and again.

Pinkie realized her own hands weren’t doing anything useful, and brought them up to massage those tremendous ta-tas above her, causing Fluttershy to scream once again. Fluttershy’s nipples were like harp strings to her touch, and she played them as skillfully and passionately as she knew how, playing a tune from Fluttershy that had no rhythm or melody but was frantic, unbroken heat and frenzy. Pinkie dug her hands deep into the bouncing yellow domes, delighting in the feel of skin all around her, butt against her forehead, boobs against her hands, as Fluttershy bounced and bounced and cried out for more, more, more.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

Cum erupted onto Pinkie’s face, and she drank it in as well as she could while Fluttershy convulsed on top of her, huge boobs swinging wildly in every direction. Pinkie continued to lick even as cum flew past her tongue, until finally Fluttershy fell limply downwards, cradled Pinkie to her, and wept and laughed and moaned Pinkie’s name all at once, over and over again, face buried in Pinkie’s cleavage and finished pussy exhausting itself slowly onto the table to their side.

“Fluttershy,” said Pinkie, not sure what she was going to say before she said it or even how words were supposed to go together, “Fluttershy, we did it, finally, I really did it, I fucked Fluttershy, I did it, I, I, ahhhh whoa!” Pinkie’s body sprang to attention once more as she felt someone beginning to lick at her pussy, tellingly inexperienced but still hitting all the right places and just when she needed it most. She looked up and over Fluttershy to see Vice Principal Luna, with her shirt pulled up over her chest, bra unhooked and hanging limply to one side, round boobs spilling free, as she licked Pinkie’s pussy without the slightest regard for decorum or propriety or whatever else.

“Ooooh, yes,” Pinkie groaned, her hips bucking around Luna’s face and grinding her hot pussy against her. “Yes, you go girl! Do it, eat me, come on, you can do it!”

Fluttershy, realizing what was happening, laughed out loud and knelt above Pinkie’s breasts and took one of her nipples back in her mouth, suckling like she had in the cafeteria, except nothing like she had done in the cafeteria, because now they were both naked and entangled and dripping in sweat and milk and sex from everywhere they could manage to drip from. Pinkie’s body had already been on fire, but the fire grew in temperature, spilling forth into her lips, her fingers, her toes, anywhere it could go, as milk gathered from within her and entered Fluttershy’s still-thirsty mouth.

Luna continued to lick Pinkie’s pussy, gaining in speed and roughness, and her hands grasped at Pinkie’s open legs for balance or connection or who knew what. Pinkie could do nothing but moan and hold Fluttershy against her and pinch and press at her other heaving breast which Fluttershy wasn’t sucking at. Fluttershy’s lips and tongue danced around her rigid, spilling nipple, drawing forth her luscious strawberry milk long past when there should have been no milk left to draw forth, not without bringing her back to orgasm, and Pinkie cried out as she fed and was fucked, without pause, without even alternating between the two.

Before long Pinkie felt her breasts steel themselves for one more eruption, and she gasped, and came with the power of an exploding oil well. Milk completely filled Fluttershy, still pressed as it was against Pinkie’s nipple, and soon she couldn’t breathe and had to pull back. Fluttershy coughed and choked, eyes still alight with passion, and milk spilled from her open mouth even as it continued to erupt from Pinkie’s chest next to her, until finally she could breathe again and dropped her head right back down to Pinkie to drink up more while she still could. Milk landed on her hair, and all over Pinkie’s prone body, and the table, and even some on Luna herself, who had stopped licking as Pinkie began to spasm and now sat there in alarm, functionally topless, far-ejected drops of strawberry milk flying onto her and pouring down her face and arms.

“You’re so delicious,” Fluttershy sang as she held Pinkie’s head to her, “so, so delicious…”

Pinkie could find nothing to say, nor for that matter any incentive or ability to so much as move, until the bell for class rang several minutes later. At the noise, both she and Fluttershy jumped frantically upright, sending milk flying in all directions, and both nearly falling off the table in their hurry to get back in order.

“Yes, well,” said Luna, who still sounded somewhat dazed. She pulled her shirt back over herself and shook her head determinedly. “Given that… demonstration, I am convinced. Pinkie Pie, I shall talk to Nurse Redheart about preparing an official medical advisory for you that your breasts are magically unstable and you may need to engage in breastfeeding at any time, with all other actions necessary to make that happen, in which case the school is obligated not to stand in your way.”

Pinkie blinked. “Wait… are you seriously saying I can fuck Fluttershy whenever or wherever I want?”

“Within reason.” Luna straightened her collar with a cough. “My authority only extends to this school, of course, and while you are in class, you are obliged to pay attention to your teacher. But if you deem it medically necessary in your free time here to engage in sexual relations, with Fluttershy or anyone else, under the auspices of relieving your milk reserves, or if you feel you must dress in some specific way to better facilitate lactation... I see no objection to any of that. If anyone does give you trouble, you may reconvene in my office for privacy.”

Fluttershy wrapped Pinkie in a huge hug, and Pinkie hugged back, amazed at how earlier that hour she’d been worried about getting expelled. “Um, and what about me?” asked Fluttershy. “I mean, I think my shirt’s probably gone for good too.”

“Hmm.” Luna walked towards them and lifted one of each of their breasts in her hands, making Fluttershy moan quietly and dart one hand toward her pussy. “You two are nearly the same size now… very impressive. Fluttershy, should I take it that you and Pinkie Pie are now romantically involved?”

Fluttershy looked at the ground. “Um, if she’ll have me.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Pinkie hopped up in the air and launched confetti from, if she was being honest, she didn’t really know where either. “Yes! Absolutely yes!”

“Then that settles that.” Luna patted them each gently on the shoulder. “Fluttershy, as your girlfriend is forced by circumstance to remain topless for the rest of the day, it seems only right that you join her. And since I have already permitted Pinkie Pie to dress as she deems appropriate to deal with her unique breast milk situation, I extend that same permission to you, so you may provide her emotional support in her trials.”

Fluttershy squealed and threw her arms around Luna, smashing her sodden breasts against her, and Pinkie quickly followed suit with her own, only slightly smaller ones. They stood there, laughing quietly, Fluttershy whispering thanks into Luna’s neck as their Vice Principal stood somewhat awkwardly between them.

“Come on, Pinkie,” said Fluttershy at last. “We still have skirts and panties and boots, after all.”

“Yeah,” said Pinkie. She went to pick up her things, and grinned as a thought occurred to her. “Hey, Flutters, don’t we have class together right now? You want me to be your bra?”

“Only if I can be yours. And, um, if you don’t mind your bra feeling you up a lot while we walk. Your breasts got a lot bigger today, you know, and I’m very interested in that.”

Pinkie laughed. “I wouldn’t want to wear any other kind!”

Author's Notes:

suddenly I remembered that Snips and Snails were main characters in the movie and are presumably still around so they should at least get mentioned in passing

I don't think Sweet Leaf actually has a tag on derpibooru right now, but here are some pics of her anyway if you're curious:
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