"Rarity!?" Dash shrieked, leaping from her stool. "Are you all right!? What's wrong!?"

"Aaarg . . ." Rarity groaned. She reached under the table and felt her breast, as it seemed to the source of her discomfort. She got a noise sounding in the back of her head, like her brain had been submerged into boiling water that was somehow cold.

"The milk . . . " Rarity groaned. "My- my chest is refilling, and the milk wants to come out."

Rainbow Dash made a face of confusion, curiosity, and disgust.

"Oof." Rainbow Dash exclaimed, looking out the window spaciously, not sure what to do.

Rarity sniffed. If it was just the milk telling her to feed with it, it wouldn't be so bad, but it seemed to be explicitly telling her to do it in a sexual fashion. "I just don't know what to do..."

Rainbow clenched her fist. She turned to Rarity with an uncertain expression on her face.

"I...could..."

"Could what?" Rarity asked.

"I could drink you." Rainbow offered uncertainly.

"What!? Darling, I love you as much as any of my friends, but having you nurse me is simply out of the question!"

"Why not?" Rainbow asked, sounding defensive. "I mean...I did it already, didn't I?"

Rarity wanted to argue with her, but Rainbow had a point. After what happened with that slime thing in the cave, there was no reason Rainbow Dash couldn't drink her again.

"...All right." Rarity conceded, pushing herself up out of her chair.

"Really?" Rainbow asked, not believing that Rarity would admit defeat that easily.

"Yes, really. Come on." Rarity turned away from the counter and started walking towards the stairs. "Let's go into my room and lock the door. That way, Sweetie Belle won't find us in the middle of it."

"All right!" Rainbow cried enthusiastically, hopping from her her chair to follow Rarity. Rarity turned around and glared at her.

"You seem a bit enthusiastic about getting to drink me." Rarity said in a soft, curious but accusing tone.

Rainbow Dash, seeing what Rarity was implying, was quick to defend herself. "I-I'm just eager to help out of my friends! Loyalty and all, right?"

"Hmm..." Rarity didn't look like she believed that, if the way her thin eyes were getting thinner were anything to go by.

"I..." Rainbow stuttered, nervously putting one arm behind her back. "I just want to protect you."

Rarity raised an eyebrow. "Protect me? From what?"

"...Men."

"Men?"

"No, no, not...not just "men" in general, I mean like, jerks and pigs who'd have a one-night stand with you, and then completely forget you exist." Rainbow explained, her magenta eyes brimming with concern. "If you have to have someone drinking out of your chest, I just want to be sure its someone you trust over someone you don't even know."

Rainbow Dash grabbed Rarity's hand and curled her fingers around it, lifting it up to her chest.

"I mean, you do trust me...don't you?"

"Yes." Rarity said, her voice breaking ever so slightly. She put her hand to her chin. "Yes, I do trust you...Rainbow Dash, I'm touched. I can't believe you put that much thought into this."

"What can I say? I'm a giver."

Rarity huffed. "You realize for this task, I will require you to be a taker?"

They shared a good laugh at that, before Rarity interrupted it by groaning and clutching her arm around her breasts.

"Oooh...let's hurry along. This stuff is practically screaming at me to let it out."

Rarity dragged Rainbow Dash by the hand to her bedroom, where she made sure to lock the door before swinging her arm and throwing Rainbow Dash onto the bed.

"Ooh. Like it rough, do we?" Dash squealed teasingly.

Blood start rushing to Rarity's cheeks. "What? No! I just want to get this over with, that's all."

Rarity climbed onto her bed, sitting closer to the pillow while Rainbow Dash laid nearer to the foot of the bed. Rarity tossed her legs over the side while Rainbow Dash sat on her knees. Reluctantly, Rarity started pulling down the top of her dress.

"Come on." Rainbow teased, smirking deviously. "Take it all off. I can't drink through your shirt, you know."

"Keep up the smugness, darling, and you won't drink at all." Rarity snapped, fed up with how Rainbow's teasing. They were only doing this because there was no better alternative, not because they secretly had feelings for each other or any tripe like that!

"We're not doing this because we love each other, understand?" Rarity grilled Dash while she began to pull her dress down all the way. "We're doing this because I have to. You're..."

Rainbow shrugged. "Medicating you?"

Rarity tilted her head while the last fibers of her dress finally fell down and reveal her breasts. "Yes...that's a good word for it. Medicating."

Rainbow Dash reached her hand up at Rarity's bosom, approaching slowly to make sure she had permission.

"What are you waiting for?" Rarity snapped. "What, taking off my top wasn't permission enough?"

"Right. Sorry, just...doing while we on the drugs from a slime-thing is one thing, but doing it willingly is another." Rainbow Dash reached up and grabbed both of Rarity's breasts on the sides. Rainbow Dash squeezed brought them together and squeezed firmly, but gently.

"Ooh!" Rarity squealed in delight, momentarily distracted.

Rainbow Dash smirked, before taking her hand off Rarity's left side and shoving her hand into the center of her cleavage, then squeezing her right breast with both hands.

Rarity let out another squeal, prompting Rainbow Dash to chuckle, but Rarity was not amused.

"What did I say?" Rarity growled, frowning profusely.

"Whaaat?" Rainbow Dash trilled, feigning innocence. "I'm just trying to make sure it comes out!"

Rarity simply glared. "Stop with the foreplay and put your lips on it, or get out."

"Okay, okay..." Dash consented and took in a deep breath before ducking down and putting her mouth on Rainbow's breast. She started suckling, like Rarity had been wanting her to.

"MMPH...oh...yes, that's it, like that..." Rarity muttered quietly, half-closing her eyes.

Rainbow Dash stopped briefly and looked up. "You say something?"

"N-no." Rarity insisted, her blush coming back in full force. "K-keep drinking."

"All right." Rainbow Dash resumed suckling, slowly teasing the milk out.

They laid there on the bed in silence for a few moments, the only noise in the room being the soft sound of Rainbow nursing Rarity's teat. But then slowly, Rarity began to hear another sound that was increasing in volume. It sounded like pleasured moaning.

Rarity did a double-take, looking at the door and then at the window for the source of the sound. There wasn't any shadows under her door, and her room was on the second floor, so someone wouldn't have gone through the serious hoops nessecary to spy on them through the window.

Then Rarity looked down at Rainbow Dash, whose hair was falling down the sides of her face, and she looked like she was starting to tire out.

"Rainbow Dash?" Rarity squeaked gently, worrying about her friend. "Are you all right?"

Rainbow Dash pulled away and took in a deep heavy breath, her chest rising and failing. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine...I just..." there was a small leak of milk going down her cheek, which she used her arm to wipe off. "I just..." Rainbow raised her arm to her lips and licked the drips off it. "I really underestimated how good this stuff would taste. You should try it."

Rarity stared, unamused, with a stony expression. "Rainbow Dash, forgive me if I'm unwilling to try drinking something that came out of my own breast."

"Right..." Rainbow Dash looked down. Rarity's worry continued to grow, as Rainbow Dash looked genuinely tired and ragged.

"Here..." Rainbow Dash said, pulling herself up and beginning to pull up her shirt.

"Rainbow Dash!?" Rarity shrieked, pulling her legs up protectively while she put on her biggest blush yet. "What are you doing!?"

"I..." Rainbow stuttered. "I just thought maybe, if you started licking me, you might be able to get some...you know...that didn't come from your own chest."

"W-w-well, stop it!" Rarity stuttered. "I will do no such thing!" Rarity crossed her arms. "Now quit pulling your shirt up and resume drinking, please!"

"All right, all right...I'm sorry." Rainbow Dash let go out of her shirt, allowing to fall back down over her stomach, before hazily swinging herself forward to bite around Rarity's breast.

Rarity tilted her head, looking at Dash curiously. "Are you sure you're all right, Rainbow Dash? You seem...tired."

"Yeah, yeah, it's just..." Rainbow waved her hand to dismiss Rarity's concern, though she closed her eyes like she wanted to take a nap. "Your milk tastes really good..."

Rarity blushed again, slightly less than when Rainbow tried to undress. "I...I'm not sure whether to be disgusted or flattered."

"Mmm...mmmm...MMM..." Rainbow moaned, eyes closed, rocking her head to and fro.

"Maybe we should stop..." Rarity delicately suggested, only for Rainbow snap her lips around Rarity's breasts and begin suckling voraciously. Hungrily. Greedily.

"MMMM!" Rainbow Dash kept moaning, eventually pulling her knees and scooting so that her body was closer to the source of all that creamy, delicious milk. If Rarity's ears weren't failing, she could sworn she heard Rainbow Dash moan out "So good!" amidst her stream of otherwise indecipherable noises.

Rarity, despite still blushing, smiled lightly. Rainbow Dash's nursing of her was beginning to feel really good.

Isn't that sweet? Rarity thought to herself, she has no problem drinking this awful product from my chest. Surely, that's indicative of something...no, no, what am I saying? Its just to...medicate, yes, that's, only to medicate, that's all...

But despite how many times she told herself it was just to medicate, Rarity started enjoying the feeling of Dash's lips on her, desperately working to empty her ample bosom of fluids...

"Ooooohh..." Rarity moaned and wrapped her arm around Rainbow Dash's back, seductively running her fingers along it to encourage Rainbow Dash to keep drinking. "Yes, darling, that's it...just keep drinking." Rarity didn't pay attention what she was saying, just so long as it motivated Rainbow Dash to keep drinking until there wasn't anything left.

"Haaa-aaaaah . . ." Rarity breathed out, her body relaxing slightly. "Okay, Rainbow Dash . . . that's enough. You can stop now."

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes and looked up at Rarity with dewy, pleading eyes. Rarity was confused, but she steeled herself; this was something being done of necessity for it, not want of it.

"Mm . . . urgh . . ." Rainbow groaned as she pulled away, sitting upright. She trailed her hand down her stomach, which looked slightly distended.

Rarity pulled her top over herself and folded it around her chest, rather protectively. She turned her nose up in the air, trying to recover from the feeling of being exposed. "Hmph." Rarity turned her legs over and hopped off the bed. She began losing the attitude when she noticed that Rainbow Dash was struggling.

"Are you all right, darling?"

"I'm . . ." Rainbow groaned, still looking like she wanted a nap. "I'm fine . . . just a little . . . full, that's all. Ooohg . . ." Rainbow Dash wobbled a little, before she fell backwards on the bed.

"Here . . ." Rarity offered, going around and wrapping Rainbow's arms around her shoulders, picking Dash up and carrying her, just as Dash had done for herself yesterday. "Let me help you out . . ."

"I'm fine, Rarity . . ." Dash continued to insist, even as Rarity had to carry her out the door. Dash, despite her insistence that she was fine, didn't even try to walk, or stumble, or even stagger.

"Hey, Rarity!" Sweetie Belle squeaked, returned from school and somehow knowing their location the way helicopter parents always know the location of their child. "Ooh . . . hey, Rainbow Dash doesn't look so good. Is she okay?"

"I'm fine . . ." Rainbow spat, even though she hadn't moved on her own in minutes.

"She's not fine." Rarity told Sweetie Belle. "But I'm going to take good care of her, okay? Don't you worry your pretty little head. Now, what can I do for you, darling?"

"Okay . . ." Sweetie answered uncertainly, still looking at Rainbow Dash. "Anyways, Scootaloo asked me about this thing called the milk challenge?"

Rarity's eye twitched. That couldn't have been a coincidence, could it? That Scootaloo was asking around about a "milk challenge" just as Rarity was beginning to develop . . . problems?"

"What, pray tell, is "the milk challenge?" Rarity growled, partly because she was suspicious about Scootaloo, partly because she didn't know what it would entail Sweetie Belle doing.

"It's a . . . dare." Rainbow groaned. "Try to chug an entire gallon of milk in one go . . . did it in high school . . . vomited for days after I finished."

"I see." Rarity said with a hint of leeriness. "Very well. Sweetie Belle, under no circumstances are you to partake in this ridiculous challenge! And tell Scootaloo she's not allowed to either!"

"Okay . . ." Sweetie Belle, sounding disheartened. "I'll tell her . . . but I don't think she'll listen. Twist dared her . . ."

"She'll . . . listen." Dash said, still lethargic on Rarity's shoulders. "Tell her . . . Rainbow Dash forbids it. That will get her attention . . ."

"Right! She always listens to you!" Sweetie Belle gave them a great, big thumbs-up before running down the stairs.

Rarity began to grind her teeth. "I find it hard to believe it's a coincidence that, just as we finish our . . . medication, Sweetie Belle comes in asking about a "milk challenge."" Rarity growled, still dragging Dash along. "I mean, what are the odds!?"

"It's a . . . coincidence." Rainbow said. "Trust me . . . it's just a bunch of kids who don't know any better goofing around . . . it's a coincidence."

"Hmm." Rarity wasn't convinced, but there were other issues making their way into her mind. "Wait, did you say a gallon of milk? A whole gallon?"

"Yeah . . .? Why?"

Rarity pursed her lips, the gears of her mind grinding together to print out a plan. "How much of . . . my milk would you say you drank, if you had to guess?"

"I don't know!" Rainbow groaned, moving her hand onto her forehead in exasperation of Rarity's questions. She looked like a sloth, the way she was moving at a glacier's pace. "A lot?"

"I have an idea." Rarity said. She rushed into her bathroom, where she shut the door and locked it. She then lifted Rainbow off her shoulders and sat her down on the edge of the bathtub.

"Rarity?" Dash questioned through her practically closed eyes. "W-what's going on? What are you doing?"

"Forgive me, Rainbow Dash." Rarity said, fiddling with and removing her top again. "But it's for your own good. All that milk in you has made you lethargic, so I'm hoping . . . "

"Hoping what?" Rainbow asked, before Rarity bent over and shoved her breast into Rainbow's mouth. Rainbow snapped to attention instantly, her hands automatically lifting to cup Rarity's breasts as she began suckling and moaning again.

"Mm, mmm, mmm, MMH!" Rainbow moaned, suckling Rarity for her delicious, delicious milk. "MMH! MMMM . . . uhh?" Dash made a moan not of pleasure, but of confusion. Her cheeks bulged out like a balloon. Like a flash of lightning, Rarity pushed Dash off, then twisted her around and forced the poor pegasus into a crouch over the toilet as she vomited.

"BLEAURGH!"

Rarity watched with guilt as Rainbow emptied her stomach contents into the porcelain bowl. Rainbow crouched and hugged the toilet tightly.

"Liquids tend to make the body tired, you see." Rarity quoted like a sage as Rainbow continued to heave. "So I figured the reason you were suddenly so tired was because of the milk. After hearing about the challenge. I figured the best thing to do would be to . . . induce vomiting in you, so you could toss that . . . bodily garbage away." Rainbow stopped vomiting. "Was I wrong? Do you feel better?"

Rainbow lifted herself up to look at Rarity with a smiling face. "Do you feel better?"

Rarity frowned. "Don't try to this around. Are you all right? Did you get it all?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine . . ." Rainbow stood up, demonstrating that Rarity's plan had worked. "I didn't get any on my face, did I?" Without waiting for an answer, Rainbow went over the sink and turned the cold water on. She splashed it onto her face, rubbing for any trace of heaving, then let the water run over her hands before turning the water off.

"Am I good?" Rainbow asked, turning around and showing Rarity both her cheeks.

"You're good, darling." Rarity assured her with a light smile, resting her hands on the tub. "You're fine."

"Um . . . so . . . thanks for making me throw up, I guess." Rainbow said, resting her hands on the sink bowl. Rarity chuckled. "But, if you're just going to make me throw it up anyway, wouldn't it better to drain the milk off in the sink like you did this morning?"

"It probably would." Rarity admitted. "But you don't understand, Rainbow Dash . . . that-that feeling I got . . . it was like an itch." Rarity clutched at her breasts nervously. "An itch I just had to scratch." Rarity got up and turned towards the door. "But I think we're done for the day." She put her hand on the doorknob and pulled it open.

"After you."

"Heh. Thanks." Rainbow Dash took up the offer and made her way out of the room.

"Soo . . . " Dash whistled as Rarity exited the bathroom and shut the door behind her. "Got any plans for tomorrow?"

"Not particularly. Why?"

"Just wondering. Thought we could maybe, you know, hang out. Rent a movie, order something?"

"Rainbow Dash, are you asking me on a date?"

"N-no! I was just . . . you know, wondering! Is that so wrong!?"

"All right, all right, don't be so upset, darling! I was merely teasing. Although . . ." Rarity turned her head, wistfully in thought.

"Although what?" Dash asked.

Rarity waved her hand. "It's nothing. You go on ahead, darling."

"Okay . . ." Dash said, stuffing her hands into her pockets. As Dash went down the stairs, Rarity couldn't help but feel that she sounded . . . almost disappointed at the fact Rarity had nothing for her to do tomorrow.

"Oh well." Rarity shrugged it off. "I'll make it up to her somehow."

The next day, Rarity decided to take a trip to the west side of town. There was an society for first-time mothers there, where experienced mothers and nannies taught struggling first-time mothers how to deal with the ins and outs of their first child and pregnancies. "It gets easier after the first!" was their motto. They offered advice, and even some materials, like the occasional donated clothes, and bottles of formula.

Rarity made her way there. It was a round, bulbous building painted bright pink. It almost looked like a heart from some angles. There was a door in the center, and a curtained window to the left of the door where women could knock and ask for advice without having to come in.

"Hello?" Rarity tapped on the window. The curtain instantly rolled up, revealing a sprightly girl with blonde in a braid.

The blonde rested her elbow on the windowsill. "Yes? How can I help you?" She seemed eager to please.

"Um, yes." Rarity answered with uncertainly. "I have a few questions about, um . . ."

"About?" The blonde encouraged. "Come on, this is a center for aspiring mothers. Be honest, or we can't help you."

"About breastfeeding." Rarity admitted, putting her hand over her head.

"Okay." The woman said as soothingly as possible. She offered Rarity her hand. "What do you need to know?"

"Well, um . . ." Rarity was mildly encouraged by the blonde's encouragement. "Is there a way to make it go faster?" Rarity paused, realizing she was asking for advice about breastfeeding an adult from a motherly advice clinic, who surely would have only specialized in infants.

"I don't know, myself." The woman said. "But if you try to force to go faster, you might have the baby choke."

Rarity blinked slowly. "Yes . . . well, another thing. Is it possible to . . . overproduce?"

The woman blinked herself. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when do you . . . know something's wrong, and you're making too much?"

The woman blinked. "I don't understand. Too much milk?"

"Yes."

"I've never heard of that before."

"Hmm. Very well . . ." Rarity turned her gaze askew from her, beginning to wonder how much point there really was in her coming here. "Back to "making if faster", is there some sort of way to get rid of it . . . um, while the baby's elsewhere, but its weighing you down?"

The woman stared confusedly, then she smirked like she knew something Rarity didn't.

"What?" Rarity inquired. "What is it?"

The woman continued smiling. "This isn't for a baby, is it?"

Rarity blushed. "Wh-what!? What makes you think that!?"

"You're being very reluctant, and your questions don't entirely make a lot of sense about breastfeeding a baby. All of which leads me to believe you're not really feeding a baby, you're feeding an adult."

"That's-that's ridiculous!" Rarity exclaimed.

"Hey, hey." The woman tried to assure her. "It's okay. A lot of people engage in it this sort of thing with their romantic partners!"

"What-? No! . . . NO!" Rarity insisted. "This-this conversation is over!" Rarity crossed her arms as she trotted away from the window. Behind her, the curtain went back down.

Rarity came back to her house in an entirely bad mood. First that gooey thing in the cave makes her and Rainbow Dash drink each other, and Dash continued to do so the day after, because Rarity felt the need to. And now the only person who she could imagine might have advice on the subject insisted she and Dash were in a romantic relationship! They weren't! The drinking yesterday was only because Rarity needed it! It wasn't like she had a choice in the matter! She didn't enjoy it!

. . . well, okay, she did enjoy it, but . . . only a little bit. Rainbow Dash had her mouth directly on an erogenous zone. Rarity would have to be numb or extremely lost in thought to not take some pleasure from it. But – but she only took as much as biology demanded!

Rarity sighed, placing a palm over her head. She meandered her way into her living room and dropped onto her couch.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was at her job In the weather factory. In Equestria, those gifted with the ability to fly were also gifted with the magical ability to control the weather. They were thus charged with maintaining the weather, using their magics to control the air and flow of storms and blizzards, doling out the appropriate weather for the season.

Rainbow Dash was particularly high-ranking in the weather facility she worked at. It was to the bafflement of most, as Rainbow Dash was lazy, irreverent, and only just barely made it to work on time, and was the first to bail if something more interesting caught her eye. But despite her poor attendance record, she was a hard worker who did the jobs she was assigned.

Today, their bosses had tasked the pegasi with creating a light fog for the evening. Rainbow Dash was saddled with Ditzy Doo and a few others for partners. Ditzy Doo was only really notable for her permanent cross-eye look, blonde hair, and bubbly personality.

"Hey, Rainbow Dash!" Ditzy said with a grin as they approached the treadmill that would be puffing out clouds. "How are you doing?"

"Good, good . . ." Rainbow Dash answered, glancing downwards. "How's your kid?"

"Oh, Dinky? She's fine. Just got her report card back. Good grades! Good grades!" Ditzy parroted herself.

The treadmill whirred to life, beginning to wheel out clouds. The employees went to work, patting the clouds down with their hands and spreading them out as they passed them.

Rainbow Dash worked diligently as the rest of them, but after patting a few of them down, she felt dizzy. She stopped and put her arm over her forehead.

"You okay, Rainbow Dash?" Ditzy asked, noticing.

"Yeah . . ." Dash fibbed. "I'm fine, I'm fine . . ." She went back to work, but she hadn't finished more than a dozen clouds before her vision began blurring.

"Urrgh . . ." Dash groaned, putting her hands on her forehead.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ditzy asked kindly. "Maybe you should take sick leave, so we don't come down with whatever you've got."

"You're not gonna come down with "whatever I've got!"" Dash snapped at her, even as her vision went from blurry to incomprehensible. "Uuurggh . . . oooogh!" Dash let out a groan of pain. Without a word, she turned around and hurried out the door.

Her coworkers stared in shock. It was usual for Dash to leave randomly in the middle of the work day, but never so . . . urgently.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Ditzy tried to assure her coworkers. "She'll be back in a few days, just like she always is. You'll see!"

Rainbow Dash jumped off the cloud the weather facility was magically suspended on, and spread her wings to descend gracefully down. As she lightly brushed the ground, she thought it was a miracle she managed to avoid injuring herself. Blindly grasping the darkness, pained moans escaping her lips, she staggered her way around town until she felt the smooth edge of the building she was looking for: Carousel Boutique.

Stumbling her way around, Rainbow Dash gripped the side of the building, scooting to the side until she felt the glass of the door. Without a care or second thought, she flung it open and ran inside.

"Rainbow Dash!?" She heard both Rarity's and Sweetie Belle's voice exclaim. "What are you doing here?" Rarity asked.

Sweetie Belle had come into the room, sensing Rarity's woe from earlier, and came in with the intention of cheering her sister up. Sweetie Belle had just been in the midst of trying to serve lemonade with Rainbow Dash charged into the room.

Rainbow Dash said nothing, merely standing there and huffing like a bull waiting to charge. Rarity pushed herself up and gingerly approached Rainbow Dash, putting her arms on the pegasus' shoulders to steady her shaking.

"Now, tell me what's wrong." Rarity said when she was sure she had Dash steady.

Dash instantly shot her head out and reached for Rarity's breasts, groping her, feeling the wonderfully soft tissue beneath her fingers.

"Rainbow Dash!" Rarity yelped in appall, a furious red line appearing across her cheeks. She struggled to get Dash off, but Dash only reapplied her grip every time Rarity moved it. "Not in front of Sweetie Belle!" Rarity turned to her sister. "Sweetie Belle, go to your room 'til I say otherwise!"

It was clear from her confused expression that Sweetie Belle wanted to stay and watch, in the hopes she might learn the meaning of the strange things Rainbow Dash was doing. But she didn't want to argue with Rarity, and she left the room, glass of lemonade splashing in her hand.

"Now, what has gotten into you!?" Rarity demanded, finally shoving both of Rainbow's grasping arms off her. Rainbow dived down, trying to stuff her head down Rarity's top.

"What has gotten into you!?" Rarity repeated.

Rainbow Dash stopped her invasion of Rarity's privacy, turning to look up at Rarity with one of the most pitiful expressions Rarity had seen in recent memory. "Muh . . . muh . . ." Rainbow Dash moaned, reaching her hand up and lightly tapping the side of Rarity's breast.

"Ooh . . ." Rarity cooed in understanding. "You poor darling. How did this happen to you? I suppose that can wait. Come on." Rarity wrapped her arms around Rainbow Dash and guided the suffering pegasus to the couch. "Let's get some milk in you." Rarity, willingness to help her friends overcoming her shyness at exposing her body, quickly slipped her top off. Rarity laid back on the couch, bringing Rainbow Dash on top of her. Rainbow Dash, somehow sensing her relief was near, swept her hand along Rarity's form until it found the squishy mass of her chest. Dash lowered her mouth on Rarity's breast and began suckling. Rarity was too focused on the obvious suffering her friend was in to take much enjoyment from the experience.

"Aaah . . ." Rainbow sighed when she was done, pulling away from Rarity.

"Now," Rarity said pleasantly, "would you care to explain why you were so desperate for my milk that you were willing to grope me in front of Sweetie Belle!?"

"Oh man!" Rainbow cried out. "I did that? Oh, Rarity, I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to . . ."

"What happened, Rainbow Dash?"

"I . . ." Dash stuttered. "I don't know. I was at work . . . I was working fog today at the weather factory, then my eyes got a little blurry . . . and then, before I knew it, I was rushing out of the building. All I could think about was . . ." Rainbow shirked and blushed. "Was getting some of your milk."

Rarity raised an eyebrow. She began to ponder what that might mean. So lost in thought was she didn't Rainbow's hand reach up and rub her breast lightly.

"Ooh!" Rarity bolted upright, looking down at her chest. She gave Rainbow Dash a furtive look.

"Sorry." Dash said with a cocky, yet apologetic grin. "Couldn't help myself."

"Really?" Rarity asked dubiously.

"Well . . . you have to admit they are kind of big . . . and squishy . . . and . . ." Rainbow's eyes seemed to lose focus, and she squeezed Rarity's breast again. "Full of delicious mi-"

"Rarity!?" Sweetie Belle's high-pitched raised voice squealed from upstairs. "Can I come out now!?"

"Just a few more minutes, darling! Soon! I promise!" Rarity shouted back.

"Oooh!" Sweetie Belle groaned.

Rarity began to slid her dress back over her chest, but Rainbow objected.

"No!" Rainbow shouted, putting both her hands on Rarity's chest. Rarity raised her eyebrow, clearly not amused. "I . . . I mean . . . could I have some more before you zip up? Please?" Rainbow removed her hands and put them together in pleading. "Please, please, please?"

Rarity was perturbed. "Rainbow Dash! It's- It's not like you to beg!"

"I know." Rainbow whined. "But . . ." She turned away, then turned back to Rarity with a smile. "It's not my fault you're such a . . . magnificent milk machine."

Rarity wasn't sure whether she should laugh, be proud of herself, or scold Rainbow Dash for that description.

"Please?" Rainbow pleaded one last time.

Rarity was about to answer yes, when a thought struck her. "Say, didn't you say your version went blurry?"

"Yeah?"

"And then all you could think about was getting to me and my milk?"

"Uh-huh . . . where are you going with this?"

"Rainbow Dash . . . I'm not sure how to put this." Rarity took Rainbow's hand and curled her fingers around it. "I think the milk might somehow be drugged, and you're becoming addicted to it."

"Addicted!?" Dash cried out in alarm. "N-no! No way! Rarity, do you realize what will happen to my rep if someone finds out I've been doing drugs!?"

" . . . drugged breast milk?" Rarity reminded her, both unamused yet somehow amused at the same time. "Well, they would have themselves a good, long laugh, I imagine."

"Fair point." Dash conceded, crossing her arms.

"I'm serious, Rainbow Dash." Rarity added, taking Rainbow's hand again. "If you're becoming addicted to . . . my milk, then we need to nip this in the bud before its too late."

"You're right." Dash conceded again, admitting defeat.

"I'm always right." Rarity huffed indignantly.

"Hmph." Rainbow Dash laughed, putting her hands on her knees. She gave Rarity's chest a longing look, then held herself in check, pushing herself up from the couch. Rarity was finally allowed to redo her top as Dash left.

"Okay, Sweetie Belle!" Rarity shouted. "You can come down now!"

The next morning, Rarity decided to return to her normal business as usual, with or without Rainbow Dash. Her chest still felt plenty full, but if Rainbow had gotten hooked on it, Rarity didn't mind giving Rainbow Dash the day off, as it were.

Rarity hummed politely as she went about her day. She checked orders on new fashions of hers, listened to Sweetie Belle alternate between ranting about some stuck-up fillies at her school and raving about her potential Cutie Mark.

Rarity poured herself a cup of milk from the fridge and set it down next to her sewing machine on her table while she eyed her many bolts of fabric and identified which one would be the most effective for the dress the customer had asked for.

"There, now..." Rarity muttered to herself as she unraveled the fabric and began to feed it to the machine. "And cross and stitch and cross and stitch and... "

A half-hour later, the dress was, so Rarity decided to take break. She picked the dress up and hung it on a mannequin. She reached for the crumpet, took a bite, and then went to take sip of the milk.

She stopped. Rarity scanned over the milk with a critical eye, thinking about her experience with Rainbow Dash.

"No." Rarity said, as if thinking the milk could hear her. "No, I think not."

Rarity got up. Rarity got up and walked to the kitchen, where she dumped the milk in her cup down the drain.

Rarity noticed her sink. The dishes had been piling. To be fair, she couldn't expect Sweetie Belle to keep up and deal with all of them. Deciding it would take her mind off things, Rarity started the hot water running and got some soap to pour in.

As the water was running, sending billows of steam up in the air around them, Rarity felt a gurgle in her chest.

The gurgle was sudden and unexpected, and in the back of her mind, Rarity knew it was from the milk, but she was determined to ignore it.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Rarity said to herself. "Nothing to worry about. Certainly not something to call Rainbow Dash over and..." Rarity's cheeks turned pink as she closed her eyes and drifted off into a daydream. "Have her nurse me...lovingly, fondly caressing my person...oh, Rainbow Dash, you filthy..."

The steam from the sink rose up and began to tickle Rarity's elbows, snapping her from her daydream.

"Oh my goodness, what I am saying?" Rarity chided herself and began scrubbing the dishes for the stickier substances that simple dish soap and water alone couldn't remove. Normally, dishes were a boring and tedious task for her, but honestly, she was having fun. And the fact she was having fun had nothing to do with the fact it gave her a distraction from the horrible last few days she'd been having.

About midway through getting done with them, Rarity felt another gurgle rise through her chest, this time a little bit more forcefully.

It's nothing... Rarity told herself again. I'm sure it's nothing. Nothing at all.

So, despite the rising amount of bubbles and gurgles in her chest, Rarity pressed on and continued to wash the dishes.

Wash the plate, soak, rinse...

Gurgle...

Just press on, Rarity...

Wash the plate, soak, rinse,

Gurgle...

Just press on...

Wash the plate, soak, rinse...

Gurgle...

"AAAGH!"

Rarity let the plate and washcloth she was holding fall into the sink as she collapsed to the ground, overtaken by pain. She reached up for the edge of the counter and slowly pulled herself up, groaning all the while.

"Uurrgh . . . HURK!" Rarity was nearly half-way up when her a pulse in her stomach made her lurch.

"What . . ." Rarity murmured, clutching at herself. One hand on the counter, supporting her, one on her stomach, feeling it for imperfections. The thing inside, whatever it was, gave another pulse. Suddenly a thought crossed Rarity's mind; had that thing in the cave somehow impregnated her?

No, no. She told herself. That vile thing may have been awful, rough, and disregarded her personal space, but to its credit, its tendrils were never anywhere near her abdomen.

"AAAHH-HHAA!" Rarity yelped as the thing inside continued to trash around. She swung her hand off her stomach and brought it to the sink edge, now needing both her arms to hold herself up. Whatever was inside her, it was definitely not a baby. Babies trashed around blindly to make their way out of their womb, not knowing any better. This thing was very deliberately hitting the walls of her stomach, trying to tell her something.

And another thing, Rarity thought as it continued to pound her, was that babies felt solid, not gelatinous. This definitely felt very gelatinous. Just like the thing in the cave, as a matter of fact.

Oh dear . . . Rarity realized with a fright. Had a piece of that thing somehow got inside her? Like, not as an impregnation, but more like a parasite, sent down her throat when that cave-beast had her drugged on Rainbow Dash's milk?

Rainbow Dash's creamy, moist, delicious milk . . . Rarity thought to herself, growing woozier by the second. She didn't even have the wherewithal to chide herself for thinking such devious, naughty thoughts when she felt the thing inside her pulse again, banging on her stomach. It was communicating. It was communicating a message. And that message was "feed."

That was the last coherent thought Rarity had before she started shaking uncontrollably. Her hands ceased their grip on the kitchen counter, sliding off as her body convulsed. She became very vaguely aware of fluids, slipping out of her mouth and breasts, before she hit the floor and blacked out.

Rarity awoke sometime later. As she soon she felt conscious, she opened her eyes wide. She was greeted with the pink décor of her ceiling. "Hmm."

Regaining control over her body, Rarity spread her arms out and pushed herself up. She immediately felt that there was something on her mouth, on her breasts, and on her clothes. She scratched her head.

How long have I been out?

While pondering the answer to that question, she looked down her body to be asked a new one; what happened to her!? Her dress, her nice, lavender dress she changed into, was covered in a huge splotch of red from her chest to her waist. She also felt nasty, icky, gunky substances on her chest and her mouth.

She attempted to wipe her mouth of her with her arm, hoping to know what was on her mouth. To her relief, it wasn't much. Just saliva. But why would she have leaked out so much saliva in the first place?

The thought hit her like a train to the face. She had a seizure! But why!? How!?

Rarity was prevented from pursuing those thoughts by yet another pulse from her stomach, and a gurgle from her breasts like a geyser getting ready to erupt.

"Arrrgh . . ." Rarity wrapped her arms around her chest, hoping it would force the gurgling down, but knowing it wouldn't do anything. "What the Pony Hell happened?"

"Rarity!?"

Rarity found her attention caught by the little girl standing in the doorway, her hand on the railing.

"What happened!?" Sweetie Belle cried, rushing to her sister.

"I . . . I don't know." Rarity lied. She knew it had something to do with the milk, but Sweetie wasn't allowed to know that. "I was just doing the dishes when . . ." Rarity gestured her hands through the air, but stopped suddenly.

"When what!?" Sweetie Belle asked, on the brink of fearful tears.

Rarity's eyes turned into pinpricks, like a startled or hungry cat. With all the tender loving care of a dried walnut, Rarity put her hand on Sweetie Belle's shoulder. "Get me Rainbow Dash. Right now."

"O-okay!" Sweetie Belle stammered, turning away from her sister. She hesitated for a moment, then turned back to Rarity, wanting her sister to know she could be relied on. "I-I'll be right back, okay? I'll go out the door and be back before you know it! Don't worry, sis! You can count on me-!"

Rarity suddenly lunged, grabbing Sweetie Belle by the neck, and started to throttle her.

"WHAT PART OF "RIGHT NOW" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!?"

Rarity let go, slamming her hands into the ground. Her breath got noticeably heavier, her chest rising and falling in a slower and slower tempo.

Sweetie Belle didn't want to show it, but she started to cry. She had been scared for Rarity when she came in, but as she left, she was terrified now.

Thankfully, Sweetie Belle was able to find Rainbow Dash after not too long, as she was sitting on a bench with legs criss-crossed. She was gazing at the clouds, reflecting on the events of the last few days.

"R-Rainbow Dash!" Sweetie Belle cried, barely audible over her wails. Rainbow Dash was instantly on the alert. "You got to come quick!"

"What is it?" Dash asked, bolting out of the bench. "What's wrong?" She knelt down to comfort Sweetie Belle.

"It's . . . it's Rarity." Sweetie Belle panted. "She was . . . bleeding on the floor, and . . ."

"And?" Dash put her hands on Sweetie Belle's shoulders. Sweetie Belle looked up at with dewy, moist eyes.

"And she put her hands on my neck!" Sweetie Belle wailed, shoving her head onto Rainbow's chest for comfort.

"What!?" Rainbow Dash yelled as she brought her arms around Sweetie Belle for a hug. "Oh, that is so not cool!"

"Rarity, what the Pony Hell!?" Rainbow Dash screamed as she stomped into Rarity's kitchen. "Putting your hands on Sweetie Belle's neck!? That is not cool!" She was fully prepared to give Rarity a piece of her mind of what she thought about Rarity's treatment of Sweetie Belle . . . but that was before she saw the sorry state Rarity was in.

She was splayed on the floor, legs bent, knees pointed out, hands pressing against the ground for support. Her dress was covered in a huge patch of dark dried blood. Her arms were wobbly, her lips were covered in a thin coating of dried spit, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Rainbow Dash, darling!" Rarity squealed at the sight of her like a woman gone mad. "You came for me!" Without waiting for Dash to reply, Rarity immediately went to taking her dress off. "Come to me, darling! I do so need you to drink from my breasts!"

"Uuhh. . ." Rainbow stammered, taken aback by Rarity's willingness. And also the teeny-tiny fact her breasts were also covered in crusty, dried blood. And another thing, too, that made spots on the gunk. Was- was that some of her milk that had dried in some spots? Eeewww. "Gosh, Rarity, I'd . . I'd, you know, love to do that for you, but you can't really expect me to drink that, can you?" Rainbow Dash pointed.

Rarity looked down at her filth and grime encrusted cleavage. "Oh, I suppose you're right." Rarity said, like some of her sanity was coming back. She held her hand out. "Help me up and to the shower, would you?"

"Yeah . . ." Nervously, Dash took Rarity's hand and helped her to her feet. Dash wrapped Rarity's arms around her shoulders and heaved Rarity onto her back. "Oof!" Rainbow Dash could feel Rarity's breast pressing into her back. Were they always this heavy? And the pressure she could feel! If her breasts were building pressure like that, Rainbow Dash might just snap too.

Rainbow Dash carried Rarity up the stairs and into the bath, where she managed to get Rarity into the shower and standing on her own. Rainbow Dash was about to pull the shower curtain over when she spoke.

"R-Rainbow Dash?" Rarity stuttered fearfully, bringing a hand over her chest. "I . . . I don't entirely trust myself to do anything right now. Would you . . . step into the shower with me?"

"What!?"

"Please?" Rarity pleaded, her blues sparkling with innocence. "I just want your help getting this off."

". . . okay." Dash reluctantly agreed. "Okay." While Rarity began removing the lower portion of her dress, Rainbow Dash began getting rid of her clothes. She didn't want to get them wet in the shower. And somehow, she wanted to avoid getting her clothes wet more than she wanted to avoid letting Rarity see her . . . undressed.

"I'm coming in." Rainbow Dash announced, so Rarity could step aside. Dash tenderly put one leg in, then followed up with the other. The hot water was already running, and despite being in the shower with one of her best friends, Dash suddenly found herself much more at ease. "What do you need me to do?"

Rarity pointed to a line of shelves that was installed into the very wall. "See those shelves? On one of them should be a brush."

"Okay." Rainbow Dash was able to find the brush.

"Now just . . . just let the water hit my breasts and scrub until all this filth comes off." Rarity lifted her arms up, which had the side effect of lifting her breasts slightly, giving Rainbow Dash more access to them.

Rainbow Dash looked at Rarity's breasts, then at her face, not sure she really had permission to do this. Rarity closed her eyes and nodded. Rainbow Dash went to work, scrubbing furiously and batting the filth. It eventually began to crack, peeling away into flakes that swam down the water into the drain.

"Eeeew!" Dash complained as she continued to have to clean up.

"I know, darling, I know." Rarity comforted her. "Believe me, this isn't exactly a walk in the park for me either."

"Okay . . ." After a while, the flesh of Rarity's chest came into view, and not long after that, they were clean. Rainbow Dash, tired from the effort and soothed by the hot water running down both of them, sighed in exhaustion. "Okay, I think we're done!"

Rarity pouted a flirty pout. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"No?" Rainbow Dash asked, confused.

Rarity scoffed and rolled her eyes. She put her hand under her breast and juggled it, mesmerizing Dash, until a bead of white liquid formed, reminding Rainbow Dash why she was here in the first place.

"Oh, right!" Dash looked at the shower faucet. "You wanna . . . turn that off?"

"No." Rarity answered. "I think it adds a certain mood."

"Okay." Dash said, and with some reservation about doing this while completely without clothes in the shower, she addressed the issue of Rarity's milk-filled breast with her usual bravado. Which quickly dissipated into quiet, desperate moaning as Dash drank more and more of Rarity's milk. Dash may have been imagining it, but it seemed to have gotten richer, thicker, and creamier since yesterday.

"Mmm mmm mmm MMMH! MMMHP!" Rainbow's moans got incredibly loud. Almost obnoxious, really.

"Really, now, Rainbow Dash . . ." Rarity said, trying to scold her, but it was hard to focus when Rainbow's mouth was bit down so tightly on her breast. So very tight. It was like Rainbow Dash didn't want to let go.

"Mmm Mmm Mmm MMMMMPH!" Rainbow Dash wailed, overtaken by feelings of bizarre pleasure from the milk. It tasted and felt so good, and she was becoming increasingly aware of just how much of it was sloshing around in her stomach. She felt very strange. She felt like the milk was filling a hole that hadn't bothered her all her life, but now she couldn't stand the thought of not feeling with Rarity's powerful drink.

"MMM MMMMMPH-MMMPH-MMMHP-MMMM!" Rainbow Dash moaned, and now Rarity began to get worried: their previous sessions had never gone for this long before, and Dash had never drank this much milk before.

Rainbow Dash, overwhelmed by the surprising sexual pleasure of the milk, wrapped her arms around Rarity's back and pulled herself closer. She swung her legs forward, wrapping them tightly around Rarity's thighs.

"What?" Rarity muttered as Rainbow's unanticipated grip. "Rainbow Dash, what are you doing? What's going? Are you all right!?" At Rainbow's lack of response to show that she could hear a word Rarity was saying, Rarity began to panic.

Rainbow Dash, however, had something very different in mind . . .

Moving herself to position herself just so to get in alignment with Rarity's abdomen – not an easy feat, as Rarity was actually taller than Dash – Rainbow Dash continued suckling, and suckling hard, NEEDING that delicious, wonderful feeling she got from the poisonous milk.

Rainbow's hips began to chatter and quake. Her hold on Rarity loosened, but she caught and affixed herself extra tight. Rarity had no idea what was going on or why, only that Rainbow Dash was shaking wildly. And from her earlier experience, Rarity could only conclude Rainbow Dash was having a seizure of her own . . . but that wasn't was happening at all.

Rainbow's body almost gave her as her rattling thighs gave in to the sexual release, releasing straight into Rarity's abdomen, filling her with liquid love.

Rarity made a horrified expression as she felt the sultry fluids go inside her. At first she felt betrayed, betrayed that she would invite Rainbow Dash to drink her milk, and then Dash would turn around and do this. But then, she felt elevated. It . . . actually felt kinda nice. That Rainbow Dash trusted her enough to do this kind of unsavory thing to her. And the idea her breast milk just tasted that good, was, well, flattering!

Rainbow Dash stopped drinking the milk as her release died down. She pulled her entire body away from Rarity, at first amazingly pleasured. But then she felt ashamed. How would Rarity feel, being – being used like that?

"Rarity, I'm so sorry!" Rainbow Dash burst out, tears welling in her eyes. "I didn't mean to! It-it just happened! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for it to happen, but-but your milk just tasted so good I couldn't help myself!"

"Rainbow Dash . . ."

"I'm sorry! Can you ever forgive me!?"

"Rainbow Dash . . ."

"It'll never happen again! I promise!"

"Rainbow Dash!"

Rainbow Dash finally quit sobbing and paid Rarity her due attention.

"I forgive you." Rarity said, reaching up to wipe a tear from Dash's eye. "And do I so hope you didn't mean when you said it would never happen again . . . I rather liked it. It was . . . flattering, to think that I could do that to a person."

"It-it was?" Rainbow sniffed, tears subsiding.

"Yes." Rarity whispered. She put a hand over her chest proudly and closed her eyes. "It made me feel so . . . powerful, so important, so- so voluptuous that I can make someone do that!" She breathed a deep, relaxing sign, then looked at Rainbow Dash with sharp, hungry eyes. "Of course, I will still have to make you pay for . . . "your insolence", as it were." Rarity smiled, and not a reassuring smile; a devious smile, a cruel smile. The kind of smile foxes and sharks gave their prey before swallowing them whole.

"P-pay?" Dash stuttered, afraid she was going to have do something horrible.

"Yes. I'm going to have to make you return the favor." Rarity said, cupping Dash's chin.

"O-oh." Dash stuttered again. "Is that all?" She felt relieved. She thought Rarity was going to send her out the door with instructions to never come back. "Wait, how do I that?"

"I don't know . . ." Rarity said with a sort of feigned sadness, like she was more looking forward to the experimentation getting to her goal would require, rather than the goal itself. "Let's start here." Rarity reached up and groped Dash's breast, causing her to squeal. "My, my. You're bigger than those t-shirts you were make you look."

Dash wasn't sure whether to be complimented or embarrassed. She settled for "pleasured" as Rarity gave her another firm squeeze.

"Wait a minute." Rarity said mysteriously. She continued to play with and tease Rainbow's breast, which had the side-effect of tiring Rainbow out and driving her insane with pleasure.

"Whaat!?" Rainbow cried, infuriated with the teasing.

"Your breast . . . feels like it has liquid inside." Rarity explained.

"So?"

"Do you realize what this means?"

"No."

"Turn around for me, please." Rarity asked. Rainbow Dash frustratedly complied. Rarity wrapped her arms around Dash from behind and lifted Dash's breasts up with elbows, putting them directly into the shower.

"Rarity!" Dash complained. "Not that this doesn't feel great, but what's the point of it?"

"The point should be made clear in a minute." Rarity deflected. Dash groaned. She hated having to wait. After suffering from the hot water bearing down on her chest for awhile, Dash felt like someone had pricked her with a needle as a liquid began to spill out.

Dash looked down, and noticing a tiny white droplet merging into the running water that ran into the drain. Then it hit her. It was milk!

"You were in that cave, too, you know." Rarity remind her. "It follows you would suffer from the same symptoms."

"Yeah . . ." Dash agreed. "But if I've been producing all this time, why haven't I felt it until now?"

"Well, forgive me, darling, but you were never the most observant sort. I suspect it eventually would would have burst out of you, if weren't for the hot water speeding things up a little. Now turn around."

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and obeyed. In an instant, Rarity's mouth was on her teat. Rainbow let out a pleasured howl, not knowing that being drank from felt almost as good as the drinking.

"Mmm mmm mmm!" Rarity moaned. She stopped to take a breath. "I . . ." she panted. "I can see why you enjoy this so much." She resumed suckling, forcefully. It didn't take too long for Rarity to feel herself build up, but the milk stopped flowing, and so did her pleasure.

"Hmm!?" Rarity shouted in confusion, pulling herself away.

"What's wrong?"

"It . . . it stopped! The milk just-just stopped!" Rarity clutched at her stomach. "And I don't feel full . . ."

"Maybe . . ." Dash stammered. "Maybe you emptied it?" Dash suggested.

"Doesn't seem impossible . . ." Rarity muttered sadly.

"Hey, hey, come on. Try the other one."

Rarity's brow lifted up at the suggestion. Without wasting a second, she was on Rainbow's other breast, and they were both howling from pleasure again in no time.

Rarity felt her waist began to chatter. Rainbow, sensing this, moved closer. Rarity clutched her arms around Rainbow's back, wrapping her legs around Rainbow's thighs. The same position Rainbow had used earlier.

With a few more sips of Rainbow's delicious, rich milk, Rarity had her release. With their bodies in alignment, Rarity's love fluids leapt straight from her into Rainbow Dash. Rarity continued drinking the milk the whole time.

To Rainbow Dash, Rarity's forceful pumping of sultry fluids felt fantastic. It had all the force of an bursting geyser. It almost made her want to release a second time. Almost. She would rather have more of Rarity's fluids than give Rarity more of her own. It was . . . so hot and so forceful. Drop after heated drop . . . It felt amazing, and Rainbow Dash was moaning under the influence of it.

"Oooooooh!" Rainbow moaned.

"Gyaah!" Rarity shouted inexplicably when she was done. "Okay . . ." she took in a deep breath. "I think I'm done." Rarity looked to Rainbow Dash, who seemed drunk, her eyes spinning in opposite directions.

"Oooh yeah . . ." Dash moaned, grabbing her stomach. "That's- that's the stuff." Between the milk and the releases, she was incredibly full of liquids from Rarity, and it honestly made her tucker out. Wanting to fall asleep and nap off the incredible fullness she was experiencing, Rainbow Dash lost her footing and nearly collapsed on the tub floor, but Rarity acted quickly and looped her arms around Dash's waist. It would do no good to have Dash fall and break something on the way down. The sudden jolt brought Rainbow Dash back to alertness.

"Oooh . . ." Dash moaned. She reached up and cupped Rarity's cheek. She righted herself and gave Rarity a hug, throwing her neck over Rarity's shoulder.

"I love you." Dash whispered.

Rarity's jaw dropped. What was she supposed to say to that? She didn't consider herself a lesbian . . . but it would also be crass of her to have sex with Dash and then not say "I love you" back. On the other hand, she didn't want to toy with Rainbow Dash's feelings. After a minute of internal debate, Rarity realized telling Rainbow Dash all of this would be best.

"I . . . can't say I love you, Rainbow Dash." Rarity whispered back. "I want to. You deserve to hear it. But . . . I can't tell you something that's not true. What if it doesn't work out in the end?"

There was a long pause until Rainbow Dash spoke again.

"Rarity?"

"Yes?"

Dash hugged her tightly. "Thanks for being honest with me."

"You're welcome, darling."