Rarity and Suri froze in place, able to do naught but stare at the disgusting, slimy thing Fleur had become standing in the doorway. Fleur was eying them with a malevolent hunger.

“Suri.” Rarity whispered. “I know we were just fighting each other … I know you have every reason to hate me … but right now, for both our sakes, I need you to put that aside and trust me.”

“T-t-trust you?” Suri stuttered. Her unfamiliarity with Fleur's condition contributed to her being much more frightened than Rarity was.

“Please.” Rarity insisted as Fleur began slithering towards them. “Just until we get through this. We can go back to hating each other as soon as we're safe from her.”

“As if, mmmkay? You'll understand, doll, if I don't trust someone who just embarrassed me in front of Fancypants' and his entourage!” Suri pushed Rarity off her, throwing her off to the side. Full of confidence, Suri brought herself to her feet, but when she saw Fleur oozing in front of her, she was paralyzed by fear.

“Oooh.” Fleur squealed. “Are you volunteering? You look like you're volunteering.” Fleur raised her arm-tentacle and lashed it around Suri's waist, lifting her up in the air. “We're going to have so much fun together!” Fleur leaned and licked Suri's cheek to sample her taste.

Suri whimpered and turned her cheek. “N-no! Stop!”

“Oh, but sssweetie!” Fleur hissed. “If you didn't want to do it, you ssshouldn't have volunteered!”

“I DIDN'T VOLUNTEER!”

Fleur ignored Suri's screams and aimed her tendril at Suri's chest.

“Wait.”

Fleur and Suri looked to see Rarity standing some distance away. Rarity held her arms out and puffed out her chest.

“Take me instead.”

Suri's mind quit working. Just a minute ago, Rarity was sabotaging her reputation with Fancypants and all of Canterlot. Now, Rarity was trying to save her? In what bizarre, otherworldly paradigm of logic did that make any kind of sense?

“Uh, Rarity, doll?” Suri asked. “What are you doing?”

“I have what you want.” Rarity said, keeping her eyes on Fleur.

Fleur rubbed her chin, contemplating Rarity's offer. “What do you mean?”

“Inspect her chest.” Rarity instructed. Suri chattered her teeth, worried Fleur was going to do something awful. Fleur brought her nose down and sniffed Suri's chest, which was not as bad as Suri was fearing. Fleur slithered over to Rarity and sniffed her chest as well.

“You're laaaactating!” Fleur shouted.

“Yes.” Rarity reached down into her dress and squeezed her breast, causing milk to pour out. “This is what you want, isn't it?” Milk was the original’s Pipe Slime's goal, desire, and modus operandi. Rarity was sure milk was what this new Pipe Slime wanted as well.

“Oh, you'll be so much more fun than this dry-chested dame over here!” Fleur latched her other tendril around Rarity and dropped Suri to the floor. She lifted Rarity up and licked her lips, eager and ready to partake in Rarity's milk. “I'm leaking too! We can take turnssssss!”

Suri rolled on the floor, looking up at the strange sight unfolding before her. Her jaw hung open in disbelief. Rarity and her had been exchanging insults and boasts about Rarity's oversized bust for the last day and a half … and now that same bust had saved her life. It was all just so surreal.

“What are you doing on the floor!?” Rarity snapped at her. “Get out of here! Get Fancypants! Get the Guards! Get help!”

Suri remained on the floor, transfixed on the sight as Fleur's appendages moved to begin invading Rarity's personal space.

“GO!”

Suri crawled to her feet and dashed out the door.

Fleur licked her lips again, expecting to enjoy her experiences with Rarity. She flared her chest out like a cobra. “Ready to drink?”

“Er, actually, would you drink me first?” Rarity asked. The more she could delay Fleur-de-lis putting corrupt milk before Suri got back with help, the better, and if she could make it more tolerable for herself, well … more power to her.

Fleur-de-lis grinned and complied. “Sssure.” She peeled Rarity's dress down further and bent to drink Rarity's milk. Rarity held her breath, trying not to think about How much she felt as though she was betraying Rainbow Dash by offering her milk to someone who wasn't her … or Coco Pommel. But Coco Pommel had been “approved” by Rainbow Dash. Fleur underwent no such process.

Flerr popped her lips off, jerking her head as swallowed. “Ah, that's some good stuff, Rarity. But it's your turn now.”

“Er, no, no, that's really all right, darling. I can do without it.” Rarity insisted, using a nervous smile to hide her worries.

“No, no. I drank yourssss, now you have to drink mine!” Fleur raised her tendril up and wrapped around Rarity's neck, pulling Rarity's head towards her chest.

Rarity did what came to her by instinct, reaching up her hand to grab Fleur's forehead. She had been infected in the past. She knew how the slimes operated, how they thought, how they obeyed the will of their Mistress, and she had been a Mistress. She still recalled the mental process of Mistress sending commands to her her servants. She began exerting her will from her hand into Fleur's head.

Obey. Rarity thought, giving a mental command. Fleur-de-lis continued to bring Rarity's head down.

Obey. Rarity repeated. She would not be forced to drink unreasonable amounts of milk the way she did to others all those years ago. She would not relive it.

OBEY YOUR MISTRESS! Rarity screamed her in head, and Fleur-de-lis stopped. Fleur's arms went slack and her body relaxed.

Rarity looked up at Fleur's face, confused as to what just happened. She succeeded in dominating Fleur's mind, was what.

Good. Rarity purred, seeing Fleur was tamed. While she had her under control, she was going to try to get as much information as she could. Now, Fleur-de-lis, who infected you?

An orange slime. Fleur answered. Fancypants and I went out into the forest and it got me.

So it was direct from the slime Fleur got her infection. Rarity examined Fleur's enhancements. A tail, two tendrils, swollen, milk-filled breasts … and she'd been infected only recently. It took some time for Rarity's own infection to develop all of those traits. How come your infection from the Pipe Slime progressed so far? I was infected for longer than you were, and it took me weeks to develop a tail!

Not a … not a Pipe Slime. Fleur stammered.

What?

Citrus Slime. It was a Citrus Slime who infected me.

Ah! That explained so much. Different kind of slime, different kind of infection. What does a Citrus Slime do?

Feed you orange juice, mostly. Fleur answered. Rarity felt her tendrils sift around her body again. Fleur was beginning to break free of Rarity's psychic influence. “But enough thinking about feeding, it's time to DO IT!”

Rarity bit her lip as Fleur pried her hand off her forehead. “Oh, um. I think I still have more in me. Would you be so kind?”

“Sssorry, no. We have to sssssshare!” Fleur pulled her dress down, wrapping her arm around Rarity's head and forcing Rarity onto her breast. Rarity shut her eyes.

“Why won't you drink, Rarity?” Fleur asked. She sounded dejected, as if her milk wasn't good enough. Rarity didn't want to, but she slurped on Fleur, bringing a glob of milk out. The taste of it was best compared to a milkshake, with lots of sugars and other thing blended in. Rarity knew why it tasted that way. It was because of the slime, and all the awful things it mixed with the milk.

“More ...” Fleur growled with erotic intent clear in her voice. “Take more.”

Rarity opted not to. Rarity opted to fight her way out of this before Fleur's white poisons took a complete corrupting hold on her mind. Her hand was aglow with magic as she brought it up and blasted Fleur in the chest. Rarity was thankful to whatever Princess-deity was watching over her at that moment, as the spell proved strong enough to not only separate Fleur from her, but throw her across the floor.

“Oh!” Fleur exclaimed, pulling herself off the floor. “That was rude! If you didn't like the taste, you should have just said so!”

Fleur's focus was right back to the milk again, Rarity noted. Of course it was. Everything was about milk with the slimes. Rarity started crawling up the stairs, clutching at her stomach. She knew about the effect of slime-infected milk, where the milk made itself feel much denser than it actually was, like something metal and dense was inside the victim's stomach. Up until now, Rarity had always been on the giving, rather than receiving end of it. It was most unpleasant. She felt as though she had swallowed a wrecking ball.

Rarity had tried to escape before the worst damage was done, but the milk was already trying to tempt her. Rarity heard two voices in her head. One was being reasonable, yelling get away get away get away. The other being affected by the milk, shouting at her what are you doing? You get back there and let that sexy lady pump you with delicious milk until you're too bloated to walk!

“Get back here!” Fleur shouted, slithering up the stairs after Rarity. Rarity couldn't even stand without gripping the guardrail of the stairs for support, but she managed to turn around and blast Fleur a second time, keeping her down near the bottom of the stairs. While Fleur struggled to right herself, Rarity made her way up the second floor. Which was as far as she made it before Fleur-de-lis extended her tendril, lassoing it around Rarity's waist and using Rarity as a post to hook-shot herself up the stairs.

“Rarity, dear, you really must learn how to appreciates someone's generosity.” Fleur said, which Rarity found mocking. “When someone generously offers you their milk, the polite thing to do is accept it!” Fleur shoved Rarity back onto her breast and squirted the corrupting milk into Rarity's throat at will.

Where was Suri? She should have been back with help by now. Figures she would just run and off and do her own thing as soon as she was safe. Rarity wondered why she had done this for her. Just after she had been humiliating Suri in front of several influential people. Rarity could have left Suri to be ravaged by Fleur and had every reason to. Why didn't she?

Compassion, she supposed. She had experience with the slime. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let something so horrible happen to Suri. It was perhaps like the difference between placing something unpleasant like a thumb tack or fake vomit under someone's chair as a prank versus taking a knife and stabbing them to death.

Suri was running down the street. When she exited the doors of the mansion, she had found Fancypants' party deserted. She figured her best bet would be to head straight for the training base of the Royal Guards, but as she sped down the sidewalk, she found Fancypants and his entourage, flanked by two Guards.

“Fancypants!”

“Suri!” Fancypants exclaimed as Suri rushed towards them. “What are you doing here?”

“What are … you … doing here?” Suri demanded amidst her pants for breath.

“We're looking for my dear friend, Fleur-de-lis. The Guards came and told me she escaped the hospital, so we ended the party to search for her.”

“Well, you should have stayed!” Suri snapped. “She's back at the mansion! She's got Rarity!”

“What!? How did we not notice?”

“Perhaps she sneaked into the mansion after we left.” suggested one of the Guards.

“Yes, that must be it. Come, gentlemen! We must rescue fair Rarity!”

Her internal monologue finished, Rarity turned her thoughts back to escape. She grunted and pushed herself off Fleur's breasts. Fleur took in a deep breath and exhaled, spraying milk all over Rarity's face without even having squeeze her chest.

Rarity had been experiencing a lot of emotions during this ordeal. First she had been brave, followed by scared and disgusted and now … now she was curious.

“How did you do that?” Rarity asked.

“Hmm?”

“You brought milk out of your breasts without ever putting your hands on them!” Rarity exclaimed. She had to learn how to do that. So she could do it for Rainbow Dash. At least she could wring something positive out of this.

“Oh, well … just take in a deep, deep breath and puff out your chest. Try to get the airflow in there.” Fleur demonstrated by taking in another deep breath. Rarity followed her example, puffing her chest out. Fleur exhaled and more milk spritzed out. Rarity did the same with success, as streams of the white stuff shot out of her breasts like the spurt of a drinking fountain.

“Time to drink!” Fleur rasped, forcing Rarity's mouth back onto her coconut-sized breast. Rarity couldn't stop it this time, as the milk from earlier was weighing her body down and wearing her spirit out. She did nothing as it poured into her … until it made her want more of it. Then she suckled with all the strength she could muster. The more she had, the more she wanted. The more she wanted, the more she needed. She could feel herself slipping away into the addiction …

Until magical spells blasted the door open and a squad of Royal Guards came marching in, yelling orders and hurling spells at Fleur-de-lis. One Guard wasn't paying enough attention to his aim and his spell hit the stairs, causing them to collapse, sending Fleur-de-lis and Rarity down to the floor with a pile of rubble. One Guard was fast enough to correct his colleague’s mistake and used a levitation spell on Rarity to keep her afloat. Fleur was not given any such consideration and was allowed to be buried under a pile of crumbled stairs. It didn't matter, though, as Fleur burst from the rubble and slithered out the door, moving too fast for the Guards to hit her. Some of them split off to pursue Fleur, the rest remained to make sure Rarity was okay. They politely ignored that she was half-topless and covered in milk.

“Are you all right, miss?” A Guard asked as Fancypants and Suri rushed into view.

“Y-yes, darling, I'm fine.” Rarity stuttered, her legs wobbly and shaking. She lost her balance and would have fallen on the floor if Fancypants didn't go up behind her and catch her in his arms. “At least, I will be ...” Rarity looked up at Suri. “Funny. I was beginning to think you weren't going to come back.”

“Ah, well ...” Suri crossed her arms and turned away. “You kept me from being eaten or whatever by that … thing. I guessed that was worth something.” Suri pointed her arms. “But don't think these means things have changed between us, doll.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.” Rarity boasted. She looked at the collapsed stairs. “I'm sorry about your stairs, Fancypants.”

“No worries!” Fancypants said. “After all, stairs are replaceable. You aren't.” Rarity giggled.

The Guards who left to pursue Fleur returned to the building. “Sir, we lost her. We tracked her to the edge of the city before she gave us the slip.”

Their commander stomped his foot. “Darn! Put out some posters. I want the masses to be informed and for anyone with information to come forward." The Guards nodded and left.

The commander turned towards Rarity, Fancypants, and Suri. “Will you all be all right?” Rarity nodded. “Good. Have a nice day. We'll pay for the damages, Mister Pants.” he left the building.

Suri left as well, but before she did, she gave Rarity a glare, making sure Rarity got the message their feud was still on.

Ponyville was entering nightfall, so Fluttershy decided to go to bed extra-early. She was eager and hopeful to have more dreams about her private fantasies. She was relieved it was all in her head. Applejack and Twilight would be so disapproving if they found out.

As things stood in her dreamland, Fluttershy was on her bed under her forest-hued sheets. Lumps were under the sheet as Applejack and Big Macintosh were suckling her. Sunlight was pouring in from the window onto them, keeping the bed warm and toasty. Per Fluttershy's love of nature, a bird was chirping in the trees nearby.

Fluttershy sighed. “Oh, my, yes … such good boys and girls … don't you just love the feeling of nursing?”

“Why, I'm sure they do.” A suave voice answered.

“Mm, yes ...” Fluttershy mumbled, her eyes closed. Realizing it wasn't Big Macintosh's deep voice speaking, Fluttershy opened her eyes to see Discord floating above the bed.

“My, my. What would Applejack think if she saw you thinking about her doing something like this?” Discord asked.

“Discord!” Fluttershy squeaked, tossing dream-Applejack and dream-Big Macintosh off the bed to the floor so she could use the blanket to cover her chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing much.” Discord said. He made a hammock appear and floated underneath his body to accommodate him.

“How did you get here, anyways? I thought dreams were Princess Luna's domain.” Fluttershy mumbled.

“Oh, Fluttershy. You don't really think I'm bound by such trivial rules, do you?” Discord gave a literal example of his metaphor by making a giant scroll marked “TRIVIA” appear, then squeezing it in his hand. It flew out of his hands like a butterfly and went through the window. “But anyways, the real reason I'm in here because Applejack is trying to round up the gang. She's awfully worked up about something.” Discord made a pun by creating a cubicle office around him, dressing up in glasses, a white shirt and a tie.

“Oh, okay.” Fluttershy adjusted herself and threw her legs over the bed. She reached to grab a shirt before remembering she was still in her dream, so any shirt she put on would amount to nothing. “Um, Discord? Before I wake up, will you promise you won't tell Applejack about this?”

“Well, what kind of friend would I be if I withheld the truth?” Discord's facetiousness was so thick, it was just about solid matter. He saw Fluttershy looking up at her with her big eyes, pleading with him in silence. “Oh, all right. I promise. Wake up now, why don't you?” Discord snapped his fingers and Fluttershy opened her eyes wide in her real bed. Discord was nowhere to be found.
Fluttershy grabbed her chest to be sure she was presentable. Feeling the presence of her nightgown, Fluttershy stepped outside. Applejack and Twilight were marching up to her house.

“There she is, already waiting for us.” Applejack expressed with admiration. Applejack patted Fluttershy's back. “Now there's a girl who knows when she's needed.”

“Um, actually, Discord told me.” Fluttershy mumbled. “What's going on?”

“Applejack is convinced Rarity's breastfeeding Rainbow Dash again.” Twilight explained. “She won't give it a rest, so we figured you, since you're close to Rarity, would be our best to shutting her up so we can all enjoy some peace and quiet again.” Twilight put her hands on her head and rolled her eyes.

Applejack glared at Twilight, unappreciative of her words.

“Oh, I'm sorry. What I meant to say was that since Rarity's bedroom is on the second floor, Applejack thinks you would be the best bet for spying on her and seeing if she's nursing, since you can fly and are so skilled at being quiet.”

“Um, you can fly too, Twilight.” Fluttershy muttered. “Why can't you do it?”

“I can fly, but I'm more likely to give myself away by tripping or something. You're way lighter on your feet than I am. Plus, Rarity will probably be more forgiving if she catches you than if it was me.” Twilight smiled and offered her hand. “What do you say, Fluttershy? Will you do it?”

“Gee, I don't know … I mean, what's so wrong about nursing, really?” Fluttershy shrugged, attempting to defend her point with a nervous chuckle and smile.

“Fluttershy, do y'all not remember what happened the last time?” Applejack asked. “How she went crazy? How she infected us and the whole darn town? Why, if she wasn't our friend, Ah would have … Ah don't know what Ah would have done to her, but it wouldn't be pleasant!” As Applejack talked, her rage increased by increments until she was swinging her fists around and swearing like a sailor. The sight frightened Fluttershy.

“What do you say, Fluttershy?” Twilight asked, ducking Applejack's flying-blind fists.

“I still don't know … it seems wrong to invade Rarity's privacy.”

“Well, if she is nursing, we need to know to put a stop to it. If Rarity's not nursing, than we can get Applejack to drop it, and we can all get on with our lives. Please, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy sighed. She really didn't want to. She really, really did not want to. But Applejack was angry and Twilight's reasoning was fair, at least to Fluttershy.

“Okay.” Fluttershy took Twilight's hand. “I'll do it.”

“Yes!” Twilight pumped her fist. “I knew we could count on you! Come on. The sooner we can put this mess behind us, the better.”

Inside Rarity's boutique, Rainbow Dash perked up at the squeak of the door hinges.

“Rarity!” Rainbow Dash headed straight for the door and brought Rarity into a hug. “What took you so long? I've been missing you ...” Rainbow Dash brought Rarity's face up and put a hand on Rarity's cheek. Rainbow Dash noticed Rarity's downcast expression. “Oh. It's been one of those days, hasn't it?”

Rarity closed her eyes. “Yes, Rainbow Dash. It has been.”

“Do you wanna … feed like we usual do,” Rainbow Dash showed a surprising amount of sensitivity by next asking the question, “or just head straight to bed?”

Rarity wasn't sure what to answer Rainbow Dash with. A large part of the misery she had today was from nursing. Although on one hand, nursing with Rainbow Dash (and maybe Coco Pommel) could be a nice reminder after Fleur-de-lis that not all nursing was bad. On the other hand, it might just send her into a post-traumatic state, reliving the horrid moment for a second time.

“Yes.” Rarity answered, deciding it was worth the risk. She directed Rainbow Dash to the foyer. “Get Coco Pommel and meet me upstairs. I'll go change into something more suitable for the occasion.”

“Yes, ma'am!” Rainbow Dash hurried off.

Rarity went the stairs and to her room. Approaching the bed, she undid the clasps on her dress and dropped it onto the bed. Digging through her cabinet, she got out her white-with-pink fuzz bathrobe, which she put slid on.

The door opened. Rainbow Dash came in, guiding Coco Pommel with her hand. Seeing the two of them, so excited, so eager, so obedient for her brought Rarity's spirits back up and she smiled at them with a seductive grin.

“Hello, darlings.” Rarity purred, dropping onto the bed. “I hope you're both thirsty.” Rarity puffed her chest out, showing off her assets as the bathrobe strained to contain them.

“Oh, yes.” Rainbow replied. “Very thirsty.” She licked her lips.

“Parched.” Coco Pommel added.

Rarity reached into the drawers and got out the powder and the spoon. Before getting to the main event, Rarity teased her servants by trailing the spoon along the length of her bust. After hearing Rainbow Dash whine about the teasing, Rarity scooped a spoonful of the powder and took it.

“Here you go, darlings.” Rarity shimmed, making her breasts swing from left to right before she tugged on the bathrobe and pulled it open. She flopped onto the bed. “Drink.” Rainbow Dash and Coco Pommel went to the task with glee, affixing their lips to her impressive breasts. Their nighttime activities were interrupted by the sound of someone slipping and hitting their head.

“What?” Rarity pulled her neck up and looked to window. There was a little tuft of pink hair just at the base of the window, making a pained groan.

“Huh?” Coco Pommel asked, observing the same tuft.

“Rainbow Dash.” Rarity snapped. To Coco Pommel, Rarity sounded like the villain of a film telling his minions to unleash the dangerous science experiment upon the hero.

“I'm on it.” Rainbow Dash took off like a rocket. The tuft of her hair squeaked and flew off into the night. Rainbow Dash shoved the window of the way and chased after.

“Rarity, what's going on?” Coco Pommel asked.

“I have no idea, darling.” Rarity said, tying up the bathrobe around her chest. “Though you may want to make yourself decent.”

A few minutes later, the front door opened. Coco Pommel could hear some whimpering and struggling from downstairs, which steadily drew closer until Rainbow Dash burst into the room, holding Fluttershy's arms behind her back.

“Get in there.” Dash showed none of her usual concern for Fluttershy's frail state, tossing Fluttershy and making her stumble. Dash locked the door behind her and placed herself behind Fluttershy, ready to strike her a moment's notice if Rarity were to give the command to do so.

“Now, Fluttershy …” Rarity got off the bed. “You know I value our friendship, so … I will give you one chance to provide a sufficient explanation of why you were spying on us through the window!”

“Oh, I, um ...” Fluttershy mumbled, twiddling her fingers.

“Out with it, Fluttershy! Normally, I would be more mindful of your frightful nature, but I'm afraid this is one matter on which I will not budge.” Rarity bared her teeth at Fluttershy, scaring her. Fluttershy felt like she was a poor young woman in a 1950's mob house. The only thing missing was Rainbow Dash wearing a fedora and pressing a gun to her neck.

“The others made me do it!” Fluttershy blurted out. “I didn't want to, because I respect your privacy and it's all right with me if you're nursing Rainbow Dash, but Applejack was so angry and Twilight was so reasonable I couldn't say no to either of them!” Fluttershy took in a deep breath.

Rarity raised her finger, ready to give Fluttershy a earful. She stopped and her eyes widened. “Wait, go back.”

“Um, Applejack was so angry?”

“No, no, before that. A few sentences back. What did you say? What did you say?”

“Um, it's all right with me if you're nursing Rainbow Dash?”

Rarity crossed her arms. “Did you hear that, Rainbow Dash? It's all right with her if we're nursing! Ah hahaha!” Rarity burst out laughing. “It's all right with her if we're nursing!”

“Ah ha ha ha?” Fluttershy faked a laugh. She looked over her shoulder at Rainbow Dash and was glad to see Rainbow Dash was just as confused as she was.

Rarity quit laughing and grabbed Fluttershy by the front of her dress. “Out with it now, really. I have trouble believing someone who so willingly conspired with Applejack against me could approve of my nursing habits!”

“Oh, but I do approve!” Fluttershy insisted. “It's just, um, I also didn't approve of Applejack swinging her fists around and yelling at the air, either ...”

“Why should I believe you?” Rarity growled, and Fluttershy could sense this was a touchy topic for her. “Why would believe anyone other than Rainbow Dash or I could truly understand what it's like? What's it like to have this constant need, both burning and wet at the same time? That anyone other than Rainbow Dash could wrap their head around why -”

“It feels so good to have liquid pouring out of you?” Fluttershy questioned, surprising Rarity.

“Y-yes. How did you know?”

“What it's like to have someone so devoted, so loyal to you, they don't think anything of drinking whatever comes out of your chest?” Fluttershy asked. “What's it like to feel like a plugged-up sink in desperate need of release? I dream about it, Rarity. I really do. I dream about having someone like Rainbow Dash, there for me, to drink me whenever I need it … to have someone willing to take up and swallow whatever comes out of my chest ...” Fluttershy gave Rarity a pitiful look. “I won't lie, I'm a little jealous of you and Rainbow Dash. You get to enjoy it whenever, but … If I want to enjoy it, I have to be asleep and dreaming.”

Rarity let go of Fluttershy and stepped backwards, hand over her chest. “Fluttershy, I … I'm touched.” Rarity wiped a tear from her eye. She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I never imagined I'd meet someone who understood what it was like so … fully and intimately. That rising pressure ...”

“That bubbling need.” Fluttershy chimed in.

“That satisfaction of being so full ...”

“The knowledge you have someone to turn to.” Fluttershy added. Rarity turned away, resting her cheek on her palm. “Rarity … I won't tell the others if you don't want me to.”

“Would you?” Rarity asked. “That would be ever so kind of you … but would you really?”

“Yes.” Fluttershy nodded. “I promise.”

Rarity smiled, overjoyed and overwhelmed she found a kindred spirit – a like-minded soul. Rarity got up and pulled out a parchment from the drawer.

“Here.” Rarity presented the scroll towards Fluttershy. “As a show of good faith. I'll need it back after you've had time to transcribe it. It won't give you someone like Rainbow Dash, but this recipe will give you a powder that makes you lactate.”

Fluttershy gasped. “Really?” Fluttershy took the parchment and gave Rarity a fierce hug. “Oh, thank you, Rarity! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

“Oh.” Rarity muttered, patting Fluttershy's back. “I think, given our conversation, I have some clue.”

Rainbow Dash tapped her chin. “We're not going to invite Fluttershy to join us like we did with Coco Pommel, are we?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Rainbow Dash. I only have so much milk to go around.” Rarity grabbed Fluttershy's shoulders. “However, Rainbow Dash has a point. We were in the middle of something private before you interrupted us, so if you would be so kind as to leave us to our devices ...”

Fluttershy nodded. Rarity let Fluttershy out of her grip, allowing Fluttershy to run out the room and down the stairs, giddily holding the parchment to her chest.

Fluttershy left Rarity's house with a spring in her step. She was more than a little disappointed when she saw Applejack and Twilight waiting right outside Rarity's door. Did they not trust her? Or worse, perhaps they didn't trust Rarity around her.

“Well?” Applejack asked. “Wut'd ya see?”

Fluttershy was silent for a lengthy period.

“I didn't see Rarity and Rainbow Dash do anything they weren't supposed to.” And as far as Fluttershy was concerned, she was speaking the absolute truth.

“Yeah, all right then ...” Applejack still did not seem convinced.

“Fluttershy?” Twilight pointed at Fluttershy's chest. “What's that paper?”

“Oh, um, nothing. Just a recipe Rarity loaned me. ” Fluttershy hid the paper behind her back before Twilight got too curious about it. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go back to my cottage.”

The next morning, business tycoon Filthy Rich and his brat of a daughter (not that he knew it) Diamond Tiara.

“Daaaad!” Diamond Tiara whined, holding her father's hand like she was eight instead of eighteen. “Do we have to go the train station? It's so stuffy and boring. And it smells like coal!”

“Now, now, Diamond Tiara.” Filthy Rich told her. “Your father has received an invitation to meet someone here today, and I am a respectable businessman. A respectable businessman never turns down an invitation.” A train pulled out, a hiss emitting as its wheels churned to a stop. “Why, I bet that's our mystery guest's train right now.”

The train's doors opened, multiple people coming and going as suited their business. Filthy Rich and Diamond Tiara shared the same reaction of shock when they saw the same person; Suri Polomare. Diamond was so surprised she let go out of her father's hand.

“Suri?” Filthy Rich stammered.

“Filthy!” Suri exclaimed with open arms, strolling up to Filthy and cupping his chin. “Oh, it's been so long!”

“I ...” Filthy stammered as though he was being visited by a celestial being. With a pause, he put his hand on Suri's chin. “I thought I'd never see you again.”

“Oh, I thought that too! But we're together now, and nothing can change that.”

“I … Diamond Tiara?” Filthy Rich noticed his daughter running off the train platform. “Diamond, where are you going?”

“Err ...” Diamond Tiara stuttered. “I just remembered, I have a meeting with a friend!”

“Hmm.” Filthy Rich huffed. “That's strange. Usually, she invites her friends to our house instead of coming to them.”

Suri turned Filthy's head back to her. “Don't you worry your pretty little head about her. I'm sure she's going to be just fine.”

Diamond Tiara ran and ran. The sight of Suri filled her with nausea. Her stomach was doing backflips while her esophagus was doing painful yoga. She kept running until she flipped and fell into a puddle of mud.

“Who just LEAVES a puddle of mud LYING AROUND!?” Diamond Tiara exclaimed, slapping her hands in the mud as if she wished to punish its insolence for daring to touch her. Diamond Tiara winced and held her hands up in a defensive position, seeing Scootaloo drive straight towards her on her scooter. To Diamond's relief, though, Scootaloo banked a hard right and managed to screech to a halt just before the mud puddle.

“Diamond Tiara?” Scootaloo asked. “What are you doing in the mud? I thought a prissy stuck-up girl like you would hate being in the mud.”

“I DO hate being in the mud! Ugh.” Diamond Tiara flicked her hand, attempting to get the mud off her.

Scootaloo scratched the back of her head. Diamond Tiara was a bitter rival and awful bully to her and her friends, but the polite thing to do would be to help her up. Would Rainbow Dash approve? Wouldn't Rainbow Dash encourage paying no heed to those who had bullied and just leaving Diamond Tiara stuck in the mud? No, no. Rainbow Dash had been more mellow as of late. She'd probably tell Scootaloo to be the bigger woman and help her out.

“Hey …” Despite her best judgment, Scootaloo dismounted her scooter and offered Diamond Tiara's her hand. “Need a hand?”

Diamond Tiara looked up at Scootaloo's hand. Her expression was one of somebody who had just seen an alien. Nobody had ever Diamond Tiara a hand to help her up after she had fallen down before. “Yes?” Diamond reached for Scootaloo's hand, but withdrew it, as if expecting Scootaloo's hand to burst on fire the moment she touched it.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “I don't have all day.”

Hesitating a bit more, Diamond Tiara took Scootaloo's hand. Scootaloo grabbed Diamond Tiara's arm with her other hand and grunted as she heaved the mud-covered girl up.

“I-I'm not sure what to say, Scootaloo.” Diamond Tiara stuttered.

“Uh, a simple “thank you” might be nice?” Scootaloo suggested.

“All right then.” Diamond Tiara grabbed the edge of her skirt and did a curtsy. “Thank you, Scootaloo.” Diamond Tiara put her arms under Scootaloo's shoulders. “Do you need some help getting back on your scooter?”

“Um, no?” Scootaloo responded as more of question than an answer, but Diamond Tiara proceeded and helped Scootaloo back onto her scooter. Then she gave a Scootaloo peck on the cheek before running away, giggling.

Scootaloo blinked. She wasn't sure, but it seemed like she helped Diamond Tiara out of mud and the spoiled bully actually showed some appreciation, got escorted onto her own scooter, followed by getting a kiss from Diamond Tiara. “Well, that was weird.” Scootaloo peddled on her scooter, going on her way.

Unaware of Sweetie Belle sitting on a bench some distance away. Sweetie Belle was originally sitting there to feed breadcrumbs to the birds. It was something she saw Granny Smith do sometimes, and after a few times, Granny Smith invited her to join her, so Sweetie Belle took up the past time herself. She was not expecting to see Scootaloo. She was certainly not expecting to see Scootaloo receive a kiss from Diamond Tiara, of all people.

Spike was walking down the street with a grocery list in hand. He intended to get some ingredients to whip something up to sooth Twilight's nerves. She was jumpy lately. Jumpier than usual. He had also noticed her giving Rarity some dirty looks. Having as massive a crush as he did on Rarity, he couldn't stand that, so the treat would be a nice two-birds one-stone deal to calm her down and butter her up to ask about what Rarity did which had irritated her so.

He was surprised when Rarity appeared from nowhere and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was wearing a crisscrossing purple dress rather than her usual white.

“Spikey-wikey!” Rarity cooed, addressing him by his nickname. “I've been looking everywhere for you!”

“For me?” Spike asked.

“I'm sorry, is there someone else here? You, you silly goose!” Rarity pinched his cheeks and shook head. “I have a surprise back at my house waiting for you.”

“Oh, a surprise?” Spike asked. “I don't know … it's not my birthday or anything, and I don't think I did any chores for you recently …”

“Oh, it's not that kind of surprise.” Rarity waved her hand. She grabbed his wrists. “Now, come! I can't wait to give it to you.”

“Rarity ...” Spike rooted his feet into the ground. “I was going to get some groceries to do something nice for Twilight.”

“So? It can wait!”

“Rarity ...”

“Bear in mind, Spike, this surprise is time-sensitive and a limited time offer. You can do whatever it is for Twilight any time, can't you?”

“Yeah, I guess ...” Spike muttered, looking at his list.

“I see you're still convinced. How about if I … persuaded you?” Rarity put her hands together and made a pout.

Spike still wasn't sure. “Eh ...”

Rarity sighed. “Fine. I see I have to bring out the big guns.” Reaching to the strap of her dress, Rarity pulled it down and jiggled her breasts at him.

That was enough to convince Spike. He threw his list to the ground and stood at the ready. “Okay, I'm convinced, let's go!”

“Excellent.” Rarity hissed. She grabbed Spike by his shirt and pulled him to Carousel Boutique, the specific name of Rarity's house.

Dragging him inside, Rarity twirled Spike around like a tango before throwing him onto a chair. “Now you just wait right there while I get things ready.” Spike grinned and closed his eyes, ready for Rarity to surprise him.

“I can't believe this!” Sweetie Belle shrieked, swinging the door open. “Rarity. Rarity, I need to talk to you!” Sweetie Belle was not expecting to see Spike sitting at a chair. “Spike, what are you doing here?”

Spike brought his finger to his lips. “Ssh. Rarity has a surprise for me.”

Sweetie Belle huffed, tossing her hands in the air. “Rarity? Rarity, can I talk to you?”

“Can it wait?” Rarity asked, her voice speaking from the dressing room. “I'm in the middle of a surprise for Spike!”

“I'd prefer if it didn't.” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Sweetie Belle, I'm sure whatever you have to say is very important, but I'm afraid it's going to have to wait.”

Sweetie Belle put her hand over her forehead. “Why do I even bother? Could I at least join Spike with your surprise?”

“Eer … I suppose. I wouldn't think you'd want to, but I guess it'd be all right.”

Sweetie Belle pulled up a chair and dragged to the room with Spike, sitting next to him and crossing her legs. She was not happy with Rarity putting Spike above her, and she intended to let Rarity know it by expressing her disapproval of … whatever it was Rarity was going to do. What was she going to do?

“Has she told you what the surprise is yet?” Sweetie Belle turned to Spike.

“No. If she told me, it wouldn't be a surprise! Duh!”

“Ready, darlings!”

Sweetie Belle wasn't expecting what she saw Rarity do. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't … this.

Rarity was in a belly dancer outfit. She was wearing a lavender top and pants, with purple cloth tied around her wrists, hanging from her shoulders. Silver shingles were lined across the rim of her pants and shirt, highlighting the size of her bust and curve of her hips.

“Ready for a show, both of you?” Rarity asked.

“Yeah, yeah!” Spike cheered, in love with the outfit and how it showed Rarity's skin. Sweetie Belle kept quiet.

Rarity began her dance, holding her hands over her head and shaking her hips from side to side. She walked around in shimmying circles before adding more maneuvers to the routine, starting with simple shaking her arms about. She went further and further on, adding a jump and kick to it, swinging her hips further and further out, and shimmying with more intensity. The silver decorations lifted up into the air and flopped back down, patting every inch of Rarity's bust. What Spike wouldn't give to be one of those silver thingies, touching her breasts so close now …

As the dance went on, Sweetie Belle's approval of it went up. She nodded her head, smiling as Rarity added more intricate movements.

“All right.” Sweetie Belle said, getting up from her chair. “You can forgot about my problem, Rarity. This gives me the perfect idea to deal with it!” Her problem addressed, Sweetie Belle dashed out of the house, leaving Rarity and Spike alone. Just like Rarity wanted.

“Well, now that she's gone, I can do what I really wanted, Spike.” Rarity's voice dropped by octaves to unbearably sultry tone.

“Rarity?” Spike asked

Rarity raised one hand over her head and twirled around. She kicked her legs and twirled again to face Spike. Now facing him, Rarity crossed her arms, placing the purple clothes under her breasts. She pulled up on her arms, using the purple veils to pull her breasts up, bouncing them up and down. Spike was hypnotized by the wonderful sight.

Rarity lowered her arms and traced her hands around her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She pulled down on her shirt to let her breasts jiggle more freely. Rarity kept dancing, this time with her breasts spilling out slightly.

Rarity repeated the maneuver, twirling to face Spike before rubbing her hands all over her breasts. She pulled the shirt down further, letting her breasts sway and bounce every direction like they were spring-loaded.

Spike was so enthralled, so aroused, he couldn't bear it anymore. He leaped out of his chair and charged Rarity, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up as he forced a kiss on her. Under normal circumstances, this kind of behavior would be completely unacceptable in polite society.

Spike realized what he was doing was wrong and popped his lips off. “Oh, Rarity, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! It's just … seeing you dance like that, I – It was so exotic, I guess I just lost control of myself ...”

Contrary to Spike's expectations of anything Rarity would have done, Rarity instead giggled.

“It's quite all right, Spike.” Rarity said. “I understand.” She curled her knuckles on the sides of her breasts. “Why don't you look at them some more?” Rarity squeezed her breasts together, causing them to squish up and out vertically, making them look like one big, sexy, super-breast. “Look deep … deeper … deeper ...”

“Oh, so deep ...” Spike moaned, taken in by her impressive cleavage. “Rarity, I don't know if this is the right time to say this, but I love you!” Spike reinforced his declaration by burying his head between her breasts.

Rarity chuckled again, enjoying the feeling of Spike's head between her cleavage. It felt reassuring to her. It told her she was powerful. It told her she had complete control of Spike and his emotions. “Yes, that's it, Spike ...”

Rarity grabbed Spike's head and lifted up from her cleavage. Locking gazes with him, a jade-green light flashed from Rarity's eyes.

“Love me some more, why don't you?” Rarity suggested, Spike's eyes taking on the same jade light. Made a slave to his lust, “Rarity” had no trouble easing Spike's head back into her breasts …

Twilight Sparkle decided to visit Fluttershy. She swung by Sugarcube Corner and bought some cupcakes. Twilight figured Fluttershy deserved some reward for spying on Rarity last night as late as she did.

Just as Twilight arrived, the door to Fluttershy's cottage opened. Fluttershy was escorting a couple out from their home, holding a baby in her arms.

“Thank you so much again for doing this.” The wife of the couple said to Fluttershy.

“Oh, it's no trouble.” Fluttershy told them. “I actually kind of like it, and if I can do a good deed in the process … well, that just sets my heart aflutter.”

“Thank you again.” The husband said.

“You're very welcome. Come back again in around twenty or thirty minutes.” Fluttershy stepped aside to let the couple leave and closed the door.

“Huh?” Twilight headed in front of the couple, cutting them off. “Who are you two and what are you doing at Fluttershy's house?”

“Oh, Princess Twilight!” The wife exclaimed. “You see, we had a baby recently, and … well, we couldn't get any milk going for him.”

“Oh, we tried.” The husband put his hand on his wife's shoulder. “We tried and tried, but nothing worked.”

“We know how important nutrients from breast milk are for baby's healthy development. So when Fluttershy came to us, offering her services, we were tickled pink to take her up on it.”

“Confidential and free … at first, it seemed too good to be true, but then Fluttershy showed us her contract papers and a variety of diets to help with particular nutrient deficient. So when she saw how much work she put into it, well, we couldn’t help but say yes!”

“Did you say … breast milk?” Twilight asked. “Like, actual, white milk from an actual, round, breast?”

The couple looked at each other.

“Oh, I'm sorry. You didn't know? I figured you'd knew, being her best friend ...”

“Knew what?”

“We've said too much already.” The husband steered his wife away, leaving the scene of the crime. Twilight kept her eyes on them and thought about pursuing them, but she figured Fluttershy was a better source of answers. She walked the ramp and knocked on Fluttershy's door.

“Back so soon? It hasn't been more than a minute or two.” Fluttershy answered the door. She gasped when she saw Twilight. Twilight gasped when she saw Fluttershy.

Fluttershy was holding the couple's baby up to her chest, with her shirt pulled down and the baby held in such a way he could latch onto Fluttershy's breast.

“Fluttershy? What … what is this? You're lactating? How?”

“Oh, please don't be mad!” Fluttershy squeaked. “It's just … well, our checkup with Silver Lens drudged up some old memories for me, Twilight, and I … I remembered how much I liked being nursed. I wanted to be nursed. I wanted to lactate. So I – I got some medicine and opened an anonymous wet nursing service. That way, I enjoyed being nursed and do something nice for others at the same time.” Fluttershy rocked the baby before returning her attention to Twilight. “Please don't tell anyone.”

“I ...” Twilight put her hand on her head, not sure how to process this development. “Fluttershy, are you sure this is okay? I mean, most people wouldn't like a stranger nursing their infant! They couldn't control what went into the milk!”

Fluttershy smiled. “Oh, I prepared for that.” Fluttershy went back into the house. When she reemerged, she handed Twilight a bundle of paper slips.

Twilight thumbed through the papers. They were all variations on a theme, each of them saying Fluttershy, for the week the baby was “loaned” out to her for nursing, would only eat a certain selection of foods and nothing unhealthy.

“Okay.” Twilight returned the papers to Fluttershy, still unable to wrap her head around it. “Seems legit, I guess … Hey. How are you lactating anyway?”

Fluttershy blushed. “I told you, Twilight. I found some medicine.”

“Where?” Twilight asked. She pinched forehead and held her finger our. “Wait. No. Don't answer that. It was Rarity, wasn't it? She helped you with this, didn't she?”

Fluttershy rose her head up like a prideful lion. “I'm sworn to confidentiality.”

“Good enough for a “yes” to me.” With Fluttershy's answer as all the proof she needed, Twilight marched down the ramp to chew Rarity out.

Fluttershy's lips quivered, torn with her desire to avoid conflict with the need to defend her. “Twilight Sparkle!”

Twilight stopped and looked over her shoulder at Fluttershy.

“Breastfeeding is not a crime!” Fluttershy shouted before slamming the door. Twilight could hear the baby begin to cry, upset by the thud of the door.

Twilight rolled her eyes and continued on. As she came near to Carousel Boutique, Rarity's base of sinister milky operations, she passed Spike. Spike looked like he had just his first Hearts and Hooves Day with a Special Someone, his eyes full of bliss and his lips in a smile.

“Spike?” Twilight asked. “What's up with you?”

“Oh, it was wonderful!” Spike put his hands over his chest. “Rarity invited to me to her house and then she did a dance for me!”

“What kind of dance?”

“Oh, an amazing one! A belly dance! She was so graceful and sensual … oh, it's still burned into my mind!” Spike swooned.

“What!?” Twilight remembered she still needed to have a talk with Rarity about her activities with Spike during the incident. She had figured, along with Applejack, to wait for a more appropriate time after Rarity's stunt with the train. But this was a bridge too far, and Rarity had to answer for her sins today.

Twilight continued her march towards Rarity's house, much angrier than she had been after Fluttershy's. She found the femme fatale hanging out just outside the door of the Boutique with Rainbow Dash. Each of them had shopping bags on and were about to go inside.

“Rarity!” Twilight shouted. Rarity rolled her eyes. “Don't you roll your eyes at me!” Twilight pointed her finger, pulsating with magic primed to deliver retribution on Rarity. “I know what you did to Spike!”

“Didn't we already talk about this?” Rarity asked Rainbow Dash.

“You know what you did! You did a belly dance for him, you cougar!”

Rarity examined Twilight's glowing finger. “I have no idea what you're talking about. I never did any dance for Spike. And even if I did ...” Showing a huge amount of gall, Rarity put her hand on Twilight's wrist and pulled it down. “I'd have half a mind not to tell you anyways.”

“Well, if it wasn't you, than who was it?”

“I don't know, Twilight Sparkle. But I'm not going to stand here and tolerate your baseless accusations.” Rarity and Rainbow Dash went inside the house.

“They're not baseless! Spike told me!” Twilight shouted, but there was no response from within the house. She knocked on the door, and, when Rarity didn't open it, she tried to open it herself only to find it was locked. Twilight could use her magic to force the door open, but she also realized Rarity locking the door was her way of saying she was done dealing with “accusations” for the day.

Twilight fumed, stomping away from the house. “Hey, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo.” Twilight greeted the two. “Say hi to Rarity for me, will you?”

“Uh, will do!” Sweetie Belle saluted, her mind much too focused on other things to deal with a trivial “Hi” message.

“Sweetie Belle, are you sure Rarity will be okay with this?” Scootaloo asked as Sweetie Belle dragged her inside (she had a spare key). “I mean, I know you've made Rarity upset doing things without her permission before ...”

“It'll be fine!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “Besides, she'll never know.”

“Oh, gee, where have I heard that before?” Scootaloo remarked. “Oh right, every other time when you took something from Rarity's without asking! Seriously, Sweetie Belle. We're almost adults. We should be more mature than this by now.”

“It's fine!” Sweetie Belle repeated. “And if she does find out, I'll the full blame for everything. Better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. Come on.” Sweetie Belle dragged Scootaloo into a storage room. “Your surprise is waiting for you!”

“Uh-huh.” Scootaloo crossed her arms, sitting down on a bench. Sweetie Belle disappeared into the darkness, leaving Scootaloo alone.

Scootaloo waved her hand in front of her face, yawning. So far, she wasn't impressed by whatever “surprise” Sweetie Belle had in store for her. At least not until she saw what it was as Sweetie Belle reappeared in front of her, wearing a belly dancer outfit and baring an impressive cleavage, far larger than what she normally sported. Sweetie Belle's dancer outfit was pink and gold instead of lavender and silver, with more decorations than Rarity's.

“Wow, Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo mumbled, her wings rising up. “You look … gorgeous.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Thank you.” It was working! Her scheme to seduce Scootaloo was working! Rarity had given her the perfect idea to seduce Scootaloo with her dance for Spike, and Sweetie Belle intended to milk it for all it was worth. She was not going to lose Scootaloo to Diamond Tiara of all people.

Sweetie Belle proceeded to reproduce the best she had seen Rarity do for Spike as well she could from memory. Twirling, spinning, and kicking her legs out. Scootaloo appeared to be enticed by the performance.

“Wow ...” Scootaloo muttered. Sweetie Belle got butterflies.

“We haven't got to the best part yet!” Sweetie Belle said. Scootaloo couldn't wrap her mind around what the best part could be after Sweetie's seductive dance.

The second effect of Rarity's powder appeared. The shirt of Sweetie's dress turned dark and stained as milk leaked out of her chest. Sweetie Belle let out a moan. There was a satisfying feeling of fullness, of maternity and maturity, from having her breasts so thick and heavy with milk. She had stolen a dose of Rarity's powder for this occasion, to help seduce Scootaloo. She supposed she should feel guilty, but Rarity would never know. It's not like she kept a meticulous measurement of how much powder was in the bowl down to individual grain, right?

“Um ...what's wrong with your shirt?” Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle was filled with glee. She had been waiting for Scootaloo to ask that question. Reveling in her performance, feeling as if she was a tempting demoness, Sweetie Belle pulled her shirt down, exposing the white drops on her breasts.

“Wha!?” Scootaloo was surprised by both Sweetie's audaciousness and her leakage. Her wings spread out and she jumped out of her seat. “Sweetie Belle, I'm not sure we should be doing this!”

Not until now did Sweetie Belle pause to think of a potential flaw in her plan. What if Scootaloo didn't like the idea of her lactating? What if Scootaloo thought Sweetie Belle leaking milk was strange, unnatural, or gross? Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and bit her lip, preparing for her criminal sentence.

Scootaloo tilted her head, admiring Sweetie's chest. Her surprise was replaced by a strange curiosity. Scootaloo cleared her throat. “Could I … touch them?” She pointed to Sweetie's chest.

Sweetie Belle sighed in relief. Her plan had almost gone sideways, but now it was back on the right track. “Of course! Touch them all you want. And you could drink them.” Sweetie Belle wiggled her eyebrows.

Scootaloo approached Sweetie Belle with caution, acting like she thought Sweetie Belle was an animal which would lash out if not properly handled. Scootaloo pressed the tips of her finger into Sweetie's breast, pushing down the flesh. Overtaken with the prospect of enjoying something so wonderfully squishy, Scootaloo's hesitance eroded. She dropped to her knees, digging her fingers into Sweetie Belle's flesh, before putting her mouth on the end and taking that exotic milk out.

Sweetie Belle broke into a singing chorus of moans. “Oh my goodness, Scootaloo! This feels amazing! No wonder Rarity enjoys doing it with Rainbow Dash!”

Scootaloo quit drinking, milk sputter from her mouth. “Rarity does this with Rainbow Dash? Oh man, Sweetie Belle, we are DEFINITELY going to get into trouble for this!”

“No, we're not.” Sweetie Belle assured her, bringing her hand around Scootaloo's head to bring it back to drinking milk. “Rarity will never know. Now come on, drink, darling.” Sweetie Belle didn't notice Rarity's speech pattern slipping into her speech. She let out a deep breath to savor the moment as Scootaloo resumed drinking. “Oh, yes, that's it ...” Reaching her arms up and resting across the wall, Sweetie Belle panted and huffed. How did Rarity stand doing this with Rainbow as often as she did? It was overwhelming.

Sweetie Belle was equal parts relieved and disappointed when the milk ceased flowing and Scootaloo was left suckling on her empty breast. “Scootaloo, come on.” Sweetie Belle patted Scootaloo's back. “You finished that one. Do the other one now.”

Scootaloo gasped as she moved from one breast to the next. She suckled the rest of Sweetie's milk out from her, and when they were done, Sweetie Belle made herself decent so they could leave the closet before they got caught.

“Oh, man ...” Scootaloo muttered, wiping milk from her chin. “I don't think that was a healthy amount of milk, Sweetie Belle.”

“Shh! We can worry about that later.” Sweetie Belle peeked out the door, making sure the coast was clear. Dragging Scootaloo out by the wrist, Sweetie Belle dashed into the kitchen.

Rainbow Dash was at the table, writing something down on the table.

Scooaloo whimpered, fearing what Dash would do if she noticed them.

“Act natural.” Sweetie Belle whispered. “Hey, Rainbow Dash! What are you doing?”

“Signing a check for my bills.” Rainbow Dash said, not looking up at them. “I'm a little behind, since I've been planning on … moving in.” She mumbled the last part, so as to not blindside Sweetie Belle with the revelation.

“Yeah, okay, that's nice. See ya around!” Sweetie Belle attempted to get to the other door and outside before Dash saw them. She was too late, as her fast-talking goodbye made Dash look up.

“Uh, Sweetie Belle? Why are you dressed like a belly dancer and dragging Scootaloo by the wrist?”

Sweetie Belle did her best to hoodwink Dash. “Uh, we were playing a game.”

“Must be some game if you're dressing up like that.” Rainbow Dash muttered, going back to her check.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo thought they were in the clear. They moved to exit the door before anything else happened. They would be fine. Sweetie Belle would return the outfit to the costume shop, get Scootaloo to swear to secrecy, and Scootaloo would enjoy the rest of her day.

A high-pitched angry scream came from up the stairs, causing everyone to halt.

“Rarity?” Rainbow Dash pushed her chair back. She got up and went to the stairs, but Rarity was coming down, precluding the need for Rainbow to go up. “What's wrong?”

“Someone has been in my powder!” Rarity shrieked.

“What?” Rainbow Dash went to comfort Rarity, wrapping her arms around Rarity's shoulders and rubbing her as she would a stuff animal. “Who would want to do that?”

“I don't know.” Rarity said, burying her face into Rainbow's shoulder.

“It would have to be someone who knew what it did ...”

Rarity's eyes shrunk the way vipers and cats do when their about to rear up and attack. She raised her head up and shouted. “COCO POMMEL!”

Within minutes, their recent guest/new maid Coco Pommel was in front of them. Despite being summoned by an enraged scream, Coco did a polite curtsy. “Yes, Lady Rarity?”

“Do you get into my powder?” Rarity asked.

“Oh goodness, no! I would never.” Coco crossed her hands over her heart. “I know how much it means to you and Rainbow Dash.”

“If it wasn't you, then who?” Rarity demanded. Rainbow Dash and Coco Pommel could feel her anger trickling from her into the air of the room, and someone was quite liable to have their head bit off if Rarity wasn't given a target to lash out at and soon.

“Fluttershy?” Coco suggested.

“Yes!” Rarity bared her hands like claws and hissed, focusing more on venting her fury than thinking things through. “It was clearly her! That little pink minx – wait, no. She has a copy of the recipe. She can make her own powder. Why would she steal mine?”

“What's this powder?” Scootaloo asked. “And why's it so important?”

The adults of the room all looked to Scootaloo with varying degrees of embarrassment. None of them were going to be the ones to explain it to Scootaloo.

“All you need to know about it, Scootaloo, is that it's something valuable and important to Rarity.” Coco Pommel said, handling the situation like a skilled parent. “And if you know anything about it, we would appreciate you coming forward.”

Sweetie Belle grabbed Scootaloo's hand, made uneasy by the fact Rainbow Dash was staring at her with a finger on her chin. “Oh, well, we don't know anything about it. Sorry we couldn't help, looks like you have things under control, bye!”

“Rarity,” Rainbow asked, “what's Sweetie Belle's bust measurement?”

Rarity looked to Dash, bewildered. “Sweetie Belle's bust – Rainbow Dash, can't you see we are in the midst of an ACTUAL CRISIS HERE – what's that?” Rainbow leaned in and whispered something into Rarity's ear.

Sweetie Belle went for the door, but she heard something behind which confirmed this would be the end of her.

“Sweetie Belle.” Rarity said in one of those quiet tones which hid how ready she was to explode. “Would you come here, please?”

Sweetie let go of Scootaloo's hand and went up to Rarity. “Er, yes, sis?”

Rarity nodded her head at Rainbow Dash. Dash left and returned to the room with measuring tape. Rarity used her magic to bring the tape to her hands. She leaned and tossed the tape around Sweetie's back, bringing it to measure Sweetie's bust.

“One … effect … of the powder … is an increase in bust size.” Rarity explained, glaring daggers at her sister. “Sweetie Belle, did you get into my powder?”

“Wait.” Coco said. “Are we sure she didn't just go through a growth spurt?”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle said, so thankful to Coco Pommel for providing her with a potential out.

“Hmm.” Rarity pursed her lips. To the surprise of everyone in the room, Rarity had the gall to grope her own sister, grabbing Sweetie's breast and squeezing it. A fresh stained appeared in Sweetie's shirt, confirming a spurt of milk.

“You ...” Rarity breathed heavily, snarling at her sister.

Earlier, Rainbow Dash and Coco were thinking in a figurative sense when they feared Rarity was going to bite someone's head off. Now, they were concerned Rarity was going to do so to Sweetie Belle in a literal sense.

“Rarity, I … I can explain!”

Rarity drew herself up to full height. “I don't need an explanation. I don't want your explanation. Get out.” Rarity turned her back on her sister.

Sweetie Belle was hurt, and lost, and confused. “What?”

“Get out of my house.” Rarity repeated, never once turning to Sweetie Belle. She put her hand on her forehead, rubbing her temple. “Go out and have fun with your friends. Go visit Applejack. Go eat yourself into an ice cream coma with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. I don't care. Just get out where I can't see your face.”

“Rarity, I was trying to seduce Scootaloo ...”

Rainbow Dash was moved to action. “You were what?”

“Trying … trying to get Scootaloo.” Sweetie Belle gestured to Scootaloo in the doorway. Tears appeared in her eyed. “I've been … crushing on her awhile and …I saw Diamond Tiara flirting with her today, so I had do something.”

“I'm just gonna … go now.” Scootaloo muttered, pointing at the door. No one felt the need to stop her. Her only relevance was in the form of an accessory to Sweetie Belle's crime.

“I don't care, Sweetie Belle. I made that powder for my and Rainbow Dash and anyone else I chose to share with it. And I did not chose to share it with you. You have betrayed my trust, hurt my feelings, and most important, intruded on the privacy of mine and Rainbow Dash's breastfeeding!”

“Ha! See? She admits it!”

After a long period of time in which Rarity refused to turn around and see her sister's face, she was provoked into motion to see Applejack, Twilight, and Inspector Harshwhinny standing in the doorway.

“How did you get in here?” Rarity asked. “I locked the door.” Rarity's eyes zoomed on Sweetie Belle, who had a key. “You left the door unlocked!?” Sweetie Belle shirked, answering nothing.

“I'm just gonna go to my room now ...” Sweetie muttered, leaving.

“Sweetie Belle being irresponsible is the least of your worries, ya two-timing varmint!” Applejack said, her grin full of pride and her voice full of cheer.

“Applejack got Harshwhinny and I to come here.” Twilight said. “I'm sorry, Rarity, but after I saw Fluttershy nursing … I got suspicious. And we still need to talk about Spike.”

“Y'all are gonna go straight to jail, ya hear?” Applejack bragged, walking up to Rarity. “Ah heard ya say It. Twilight heard ya say it. Harshwhinny heard ya say it, and that will be enough to get a conviction on ya!”

“Oh, really?” Rarity responded. “Do you think breastfeeding is a crime, Applejack? Do you think its wrong for me to do something perfectly natural, the way Mother Nature designed for us, even if not in the way she intended?”

“Rarity, we all know what happened the LAST time we found you were breastfeeding Rainbow Dash and how well that turned out. Twilight, Harshwhinny, and Ah will testify against ya, and then you'll get twenty-five to life.”

“Do you really think me breastfeeding Rainbow Dash is so horrible? That your words alone are proof?” Rarity asked.

Applejack nodded. “Ah do.”

“Mh-hmm.” Rarity nodded. “HERE!”

Rarity grabbed Applejack by the waist and threw her down on the dining table, and to the shock of all, Rarity reached at her dress and stripped it off, exposing her breasts. She pinned Applejack down with her magic and forced her breast into Applejack's mouth.

“HERE'S YOUR PROOF!” Rarity shouted, putting her hands on her breasts and pumping, shoving milk down Applejack's throat at so fast a rate it made Applejack choke. “BREASTFEEDING RAINBOW DASH DOESN'T SEEM SO HORRIBLE NOW, DOES IT, YOU TWO-FACED B-!”

Everyone in the room knew someone needed to man up and take action.

However, nobody in the room was expecting that someone would be Rainbow Dash, Rarity's loyal love slave, of all people. Rainbow Dash rushed Rarity from behind, wrapping her arms around Rarity's neck and pulling backwards, prying Rarity off Applejack.

“RARITY, WHAT THE PONY HELL?” Dash demanded. “NOT COOL!”

“You!” Rarity hissed, still clawing to reach Applejack with the intent to injure her. “I'll run a bath full of breast milk and then I'll make you drown in it! I will stuff your nostrils and lungs with so much milk you'll be lucky to breath poison gas! I'll … I'll ...I ...” Rarity became unable to vocalize her threats, as Rainbow Dash had realized she wasn't going to stop and began to choke her out. “I ...” Rarity grasped at Rainbow Dash's arms. “Rainbow Dash, my love, let me … go.” were Rarity's parting words as she succumbed to the loss of air and went limp in Rainbow's arms.

Rarity now contained, Twilight and Coco Pommel rushed to help Applejack to her feet.

“Are you okay, Applejack?” Twilight asked. Applejack coughed and hacked, spitting milk onto the floor. Twilight patted Applejack's back to help her cough the milk out.

Once her mouth was emptied of Rarity's product, Applejack brought her finger to her throat, never more appreciative for air in her life than she was at this moment. “That was awful … she was trying to choke me with her milk ...” Applejack coughed again. “And Ah'd say it's a fair bet she succeeded.”

“I know, Applejack, I know. I saw it.” Twilight comforted her. “Rainbow Dash?” Twilight noticed Rainbow carrying Rarity's unconscious body up the stairs. “Where are you taking Rarity?”

“To her room.” Dash spat.

“Rainbow Dash, you can't just take Rarity to her room! Didn't you see what she did?”

“See what? Oh, you mean just now, don't you? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was wrong for a woman like Rarity to defend herself in her own home from uninvited guests who barged in, got in her face, and said they were gonna take her to jail!”

Twilight's jaw dropped.

Rainbow Dash shook her head. “I'm sorry, Twilight. I'm not gonna say Rarity was in the right to do what she did … but you three definitely weren't.”

Twilight opened the door for Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Silver Lens.

“We came as soon as we heard.” Fluttershy said. “Where is she?”

“Thank you so much.” Twilight said. “She's right over here. Why did you bring Silver Lens?”

“Oh, um, well, Silver Lens answer to Princess Cadence, and I thought the Princesses getting here would take too long.” Fluttershy answered. Twilight led them to the kitchen, where Applejack was sitting in a chair with a blanket around her, staring off into space.

“Oh, Applejack.” Fluttershy whined, rushing over and embracing her. “I'm so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Ah'm … Ah'm fine.” Applejack said, though no one really believed her.

“Poor Applejack.” Pinkie said. “When I find that mean old Rarity, I'm gonna – I'm not sure what, but it's gonna be bad!”

“Y'all don't have to do that, Pinkie ...” Applejack muttered. The words trickling down from her mouth came out empty, like they were falling from the side of a clifftop – a clifftop which did not care about the waterfall pouring from its mouth.

Twilight shook her head. “I'm gonna go upstairs. Maybe Rarity will be awake ...”

Twilight went up to the second floor and knocked on the door to the master bedroom. The doorknob jangled, like it was trying to scare her off. Rainbow Dash opened the door, but only enough for one eye to poke out and see Twilight.

“Oh, it's you.” Dash said. “Shouldn't you be running and crying to Shining Armor to come arrest the Big Bad Rarity?”

“Rainbow Dash, I just want to talk.” Twilight said. “Is Rarity awake?”

“She's getting there.” Rainbow said.

“Rainbow Dash?” Rarity's weak and tired voice said. “Who's there?”

“Nobody.” Rainbow Dash said. “Nobody's here.”

“Rainbow Dash ...” Twilight whined. “Please try to understand why we're all suspicious. Rarity did an exotic dance for Spike today. You can't tell me I'm not allowed to be upset about that.”

“I've been with Rarity all day.” Rainbow Dash said. “She never did a dance for Spike.”

“Well if it wasn't her, then who was it?”

“I don't know and I don't care. Get out of our house.”

“Rainbow Dash, please. I need to talk with Rarity.”

“Why? So you can go pressure her into losing her cool again? Maybe take pictures of her defending herself and passing it off as an assault? Barge into her room and then make her the villain?”

“Rainbow Dash!”

“Princess Twilight Sparkle, I'm not going to say it again. Get out of our house!” Rainbow Dash slammed the door in her face.

On the other side of the door, Rainbow Dash sat down on the bed. Rarity took in a deep breath and rose up, rubbing her head.

“Oh.” Rarity groaned. “Please tell me I didn't do what I remember doing before passing out.”

Rainbow Dash patted Rarity's back, doing her best to comfort Rarity. “You did. I'm sorry.”

Rarity groaned. “Poor Applejack … she may have been rude, but she didn't deserve that.” Rarity rubbed her shoulders. “Or maybe she did. I'm not sure.”

“It'll be okay.” Rainbow Dash said, even though she wasn't convinced of it herself.

“It's not fair.” Rarity complained. “I thought my friends were past this business. Every time I go out, to the store, to the bar, someone makes a poor “joke” at my expense. “Oh, look, there goes Rarity, the milkmaid of Ponyville.” “Hey, don't worry, thirsty people, Rarity's here to help you with her breast milk!” IT'S NOT FAIR!” Rarity buried her head into Rainbow Dash's chest as she cried.

“No. No, it's really not.”

Rarity sniffed, trying to suck up her tears. “When we left Twilight alone at Shining Armor's altar with the Changeling Queen, she forgave us. When Discord brainwashed us and turned us all against each other, we forgive each other. Pony Hell, we forgave DISCORD HIMSELF! Why can't I be given that same courtesy? Why is it that, because my brainwashing involved a sexual component, I have to put up with mockery and distrust?”

“I don't know.” Rainbow Dash stroked her fingers through Rarity's hair. “I don't know.” There was a knock on the door. “Dang it, Twilight, I told you to GET OUT!”

“It's Applejack.”

“Applejack, huh?” Rainbow Dash said.

“I want to talk. That's all. I just want to talk.”

“Talk, huh?”

“Let her in.” Rarity said, separating from Rainbow Dash. “I want to talk, too ...” Rainbow Dash was confused why Rarity would be willing to talk to Applejack, but she got up and opened the door.

Applejack stepped into the room, holding her arms around her shoulder.

“Leave us.” Rarity instructed Rainbow Dash.

“Are you sure? Okay then ...” Rainbow Dash eased her way out of the room, shutting the down one inch at a time.

“Rarity, Ah -”

“You never really forgave me, did you?” Rarity cut Applejack off. “All those years ago, when we first finished dealing with the Pipe Slime … you've been harboring a grudge all this time, haven't you?”

Applejack swallowed a lump in her throat. “Yes. Yes, Ah have. And it's high-time Ah admit that. Truth be told … that's why Ah wanted to come see ya.” Applejack took a seat on the bed, facing away from Rarity. “Ah never really got over it. When Sweetie Belle brought me the bottle, all my old feelings of resentment came back up, Ah guess. Ah started trying to get ya – to catch ya and get you arrested and sent off to jail. Like that would heal me. Like that would fix me.”

“Mm-hmm.” Rarity nodded.

“That wasn't right.” Applejack said. “Sending you to jail would hurt y'all a lot, but it wasn't going to heal me. Ah realize that now. Ah shouldn't have did the things Ah did and said the things Ah said. So, Ah guess what Ah'm trying to get at here, Rarity, is … Ah'm sorry.”

Rarity was silent for a few minutes, Applejack too ashamed of herself to look at her. When Rarity spoke, it was not anything Applejack was expecting to hear.

“I'm sorry.”

“Uh.” Applejack blinked. “Ah know what Ah'm apologizin' for. What in the hay are y'all apologizin' for?”

“Assaulting you.” Rarity said. “In the kitchen.” She brought her hand to her chest.

“No, no. Y'all were well in your rights to do that.”

“Maybe.” Rarity said. “But I wouldn't have, if it wasn't for … Applejack, you have no idea what I've been going through. People on the street … they say things. They whisper things to each other, things about me, thinking I can't hear them. But I can and it hurts. It hurts so much. And the only things I have that keep me going are Rainbow Dash and my friends didn't think that about me. And recently, between you and Twilight, that's stopped being the case. So when I found out Sweetie Belle had gotten into my powder, followed up by you barging in … I couldn't take it anymore. I lost it and I snapped, and I took my anger out on you. So for that, I'm sorry.”

“Rarity … Ah don't know what to say.”

“Then don't say anything.”

Without needing to be prompted, Applejack turned around so she and Rarity were facing each other. They crawled across the bed and jumped into the others' arms, resting their heads on the others' shoulder. They both began crying, crying tears soft and sweet and silent.

There was another knock on the door. Neither Rarity or Applejack answered it, too focused on sharing their tears with each other.

The person waiting outside knocked again.

“Come in.” Rarity told them, defeated at last. Silver Lens opened the door, inching herself in.

“I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Yes, but that's hardly the first thing that's gone wrong for me today.” Rarity gestured for Silver Lens to come closer. “Come on then, out with it. What do you want?”

“To ask you a few questions.” Silver Lens said. “A sort of mini psych evaluation, if you will.”

“Why would I need a psych evaluation?”

Silver Lens held up her clipboard. “Well, according to your friends, you said to Applejack she would be “lucky to breath poison gas” so you can understand why there might be some … concerns.”

“I see.”

“Would you be comfortable if I ask Applejack to leave?” Silver Lens asked.

“No.” Rarity crossed her arms. “This is my room and I will decide who stays and leaves. Ask your questions.”

Silver Lens nodded. “I'll make this brief. Have you ever been diagnosed with mental illness or have any history in your family?”

“No.”

“Are you prone to violent outbursts like the one observed on the dining table?”

“No.”

“What was your reasoning for attacking Applejack in that manner?”

“I … I wanted to show her she was wrong. I wanted to make her realize breastfeeding Rainbow Dash wasn't as bad as she thought it was.”

Silver Lens tapped her pen. “Do you feel like your assault on Applejack was morally justified?”

“No. Dear Celestia, no.”

“Would you ...” Silver Lens looked up from her glasses at Rarity. She knew the next question was going to be uncomfortable. “Attack Applejack again?”

“No. Applejack confronted me just on the heels of me learning my sister was getting into … my personal effects, and combining the stress of that with other things I've been dealing with and I … hit my limit to withstand the strain.”

“So you would say if it weren't for these circumstances, you would not have attacked Applejack in the manner which you did?”

“Yes. I would say that.”

“Okay.” Silver Lens wrote down a note. “Thank you. That will be all for now.” Silver Lens got up and left the room, walking back downstairs to the others.

“Hello.” Silver Lens said to them. “My preliminary assessment is that Rarity isn't dangerous and snapped under duress. I would be willing to volunteer to observe for a period to make a final judgment.”

Everyone in the room nodded except for Rainbow Dash and Harshwhinny. Rainbow Dash because she didn't trust anybody in the room as far as she could hurl a dragon, Harshwhinny because …

“Miss Lens, could I talk to you?” Harshwhinny gestured to the foyer.

“Of course.” Silver Lens cooperated with Harshwhinny into the other room. “What is it, Inspector?”

“Pardon me for doubting your credentials, Miss Lens, but do you believe Rarity isn't dangerous?”

“Yes. I do. I believe she succumbed to stress and acted differently than she would have if she was in good mental health.” Silver Lens adjusted her glasses. “Why?”

“I think Rarity is a danger.” Harshwhinny said. “You were not present for Rarity's attack on Applejack. It was violent and vicious, and I believe Rarity is capable of doing it again.”

Silver Lens raised her brow. “Now why would you think that?”

Harshwhinny nodded. “Shining Armor sent me into Ponyville to make sure Rarity didn't get out of control again. I read the file and reports. I know what she did. She should be contained.”

“I think she just wants to be freed.” Silver Lens said.

“Silver Lens, are you going to put her well-being above that of the general public?”

“Harshwhinny, are you going to persecute her for a crime she's already been pardoned from?”

Harshwhinny narrowed her eyes at Silver Lens. “This isn't over.” Silver Lens watching her, Harshwhinny marched out the door. Silver Lens knew right away she would need to keeping an eye on her.

The next morning, everyone returned to their homes. After what happened last night, Applejack was in state of mind to lay in bed all day and just sleep until the next day … and possibly the next day. Maybe the next day after that. Possibly the rest of the month, year, maybe her life.

Big Macintosh opened the door to her room. “Applejack?”

Applejack grunted and rolled over. “Wut? Big Brother, y'all know Ah said Ah wasn't up to chores today.”

“Eeyup. Ah know.” Big Macintosh produced a green bottle, either wine, champagne, or …

“Is that cider?” Applejack asked. “It's not cider season yet ...”

“Nope.” Big Macintosh went into the room and handed the bottle to her. Fumbling out from her covers, Applejack saw a pink bow and note attached to it.

“”Dear Applejack, Ah bought some apples and made this cider for you. Ah've admired y'all from afar and hope one day Ah can get my courage up to the point where Ah can talk to ya face-to-face.” Aww! Well, isn't that sweet. Ah tell ya, Big Brother, after the night Ah, Ah could use a pick-me-up.” Refering to her point, Applejack popped the bottle. “Y'all want any?”

“Ah'm good.” Big Macintosh said.

“Suit yerself.”Applejack raised the bottle up and took a swig. “Mm, tastes different than ours. Must be a different recipe … my belly feels funny all of a sudden.”

Rainbow Dash was not expecting to be summoned to Sweet Apple Acres so soon after what happened last night. She would have thought to given Applejack some breathing room, at least. But no, Apple Bloom knocked on the door to Carousel Boutique and said Applejack needed some help. She'd been vague on how Applejack needed help. She was joined by a groggy Rarity, Coco Pommel, and a worried Fluttershy.

“I hope she's okay after … you know, last night.” Fluttershy said, hoping she didn't offend Rainbow Dash too much.

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.” Dash nodded, letting Fluttershy knew she had failed in her efforts.

At last, they arrived to Sweet Apple Acres. Rainbow Dash took the charge and knocked on the door. “Applejack? Applejack, we're here for you!”

Rarity winced. “Ooh, maybe not the best choice of words, dear.”

The door swung open, revealing a fighting mad Applejack. “You!” Applejack pointed at Rarity. “Y'all did this to me, didn't ya? And after Ah thought we had buried the hatchet!”

“Applejack, darling, what you are talking about?”

“Y'all know wut I'm talkin' about!”

“Darling, I honestly have no absolutely no clue.”

“Hmph.” Applejack clutched at her chest. “Excuse me for a sec, won't y'all?” Applejack closed the door.

“I don't think she's coming back.” Coco Pommel said after they'd been left waiting for more than was socially accepted.

“In that case ...” Rainbow Dash bumped her elbow on the door to open it. They went inside the house, calling for Applejack. “Applejack? Applejack, where are you?”

“In here!” Applejack shouted from the bathroom. Rainbow Dash grabbed the doorknob and turned it. “R.D., Ah hear yer hand on the doorknob! Don't y'all dare come in right now!”

“Why not?”

“She's in the bathroom, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity said. “Of course she doesn't want us in.”

“Uh, actually, this is the thing I needed y'all's help with it.” Applejack said. “But, uh, promise you won't get mad?”

Dash shrugged. “Why would we get mad?”

“Just promise!”

“Applejack, we promise we won't get mad.” Fluttershy said. “Please tell us what's wrong.”

“Okay … okay.” Applejack said. “Come on in, y'all.”

As always with her brash nature, Rainbow was first through the door. They had promised not to get mad.

They did no such thing for laughing, as Rainbow Dash fell against the arch of the door and in a fit of hysterics.

“Oh my goodness!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed between her chortles. “You're lactating cider!”

Applejack bit her lip, juggling her exposed breasts over the edge of the bathtub. Golden liquid was pouring down non-stop from her chest into the tub, bubbling up and fizzing as it traveled from her chest to the tub to the drain.

“Ah got come cider someone had been storing for me today.” Applejack explained. “Ah drank some of it, and then … this happened! Would y'all quit laughing, Rainbow Dash?”

Fluttershy looked at Rainbow Dash for a minute before kneeling next to the tub. “Applejack, why would you think we would get mad at you for this? It's not your fault you drank the funny cider, is it?”

“No.” Applejack admitted. “But after what happened last night, Ah … Ah didn't want y'all to think Ah was a hypocrite, so … anyways, Ah figured Rarity had something to do with. She's got some experience making people make chest fluids.”

“As flattering as your opinion of my alchemy skills are, Applejack, I can assure you I had no hand in this.” Rarity scratched her chin. “Do you still have the bottle? Maybe I can figure something out from it.”

“Yeah. It's in my room. Rarity, where are ya goin'? Ah need help here!”

“Rainbow Dash and Coco Pommel will be more than happy to assist you!” Rarity shouted from the other room.

Rainbow Dash snickered. “All right, so … what are we gonna do with you?”

“A way to stop me from making cider would be nice!” Applejack insisted.

“Yeah.” Dash nodded. “But we're going to need something to do with you in the meantime while we try to figure that out.” Rainbow Dash got a look on her face, grinning at Applejack.

“R.D?” Applejack. “Oh no. Y'all better not be thinking wut Ah think yer thinking. ”

Dash threw her hands in the air. “Well, I like nursing, I like cider, it's a win-win!”

“Rainbow Dash, allow me to make something clear. You are not puttin' your mouth anywhere near my breasts.”

“Fair enough. I wouldn't want to cheat on Rarity anyway. But still,” Rainbow observed the cider going down the drain, “It's a waste of an awful lot of cider.”

“We're not sellin' it, either!”

“Who said anything about selling it? I was thinking we bottle it, then drink it. Technically, my mouth wouldn't be near your breasts.”

“Ummm ...” Fluttershy muttered, looking to Coco Pommel. Coco shrugged. “I don't think this is helping, Rainbow Dash.”

“Say.” Rainbow Dash said. “Is it soft cider or hard cider?”

Applejack grunted at Rainbow Dash's frustrating lack of focus on the issue at hand.

Rarity was walking through the street, holding the bottle up to her nose. Who would have the resources, ingenuity, and malice to come up with something such as the bottle of cider-producing cider she was holding now?

With the bottle in front of her face, Rarity didn't notice herself crossing paths with someone in front of her.

"Oh! I'm sorry, darling."

"It's okay." Diamond Tiara said, rubbing her head. "I wasn't watching where I was going ..."

Rarity became concerned. Diamond Tiara, the brattiest of spoiled brats, was being apologetic and modest. "Diamond Tiara, are you feeling all right?"

"No." Diamond Tiara groaned. "Daddy's hanging out with this new lady in his life and I don't like her."

"Oh, dear. That must be frustrating for you." Rarity empathized with her. She hadn't experienced it herself, but someone important to her getting attached to someone she loathed … she imagined she would be less than happy. "Who's the lucky lady?"

On her way back from the store to Filthy Rich's house, Suri was humming to herself, carrying groceries bags on her arms. She was going to get Filthy to adore her soon.

"Suri, put the groceries down."

Suri whirled around and somehow was not at all surprised to see Rarity a few feet from her. "Oh, hello, doll. Nice weather we're having, isn't it?"

Rarity glared at her. She held up the bottle of cider. "How did you make it?"

"Pardon?"

"How did you make this cider?" Rarity tilted the bottle, pouring cider onto the grass. "Someone sent this bottle to my friend, Applejack, and it caused her to produce cider from her chest. When Diamond Tiara told me you were in town, I knew right away it had to be you. How did you make it?"

"Doll, I have no idea what you're talking about." Suri insisted.

Rarity chuckled. "That's funny. I don't believe you. Perhaps because you're a liar and a cheat?"

"Hmm. If you say so."

"I won't let you get away with doing this to Applejack." Rarity snarled. She marched towards Suri, head poised, shoulders hunched in an attack position. Rarity raised her hand and held Suri's shoulders with her magic. With Suri restrained, Rarity grabbed Suri's chin and tilted it up. She put the cider to bottle to her lips and forced Suri to drink it a few gulps.

"Let's see how you like it." Rarity released her grip on Suri. She raised the cider bottle over her head and tossed to the ground, shattering it and spraying cider all over the grass.

Suri swallowed hard, gasping for air. She watched Rarity walk away a few steps before deciding to speak. "Rarity?"

Rarity looked back to her. "Yes?"

"Why did you save me from Fleur?" Suri asked. "One minute, you're embarrassing me in front of Fancypants, the next you're saving me, and now you're trying to hurt me again. Why? Why so … inconsistent? Are you bipolar or something?"

Rarity sighed. "Fleur was a special case. You earned no right to be rescued. But I knew what Fleur-de-lis was going to do to you." Rarity put her hand over her heart. "And I couldn't live with myself if I simply allowed Fleur to have her way. As to why I try to hurt you, I see myself in you. All the bad in me. All the things I could be if things had been different for me. Myself after one bad day. I suppose … I suppose I think, in some way, that to hurt you will somehow purge myself of my faults." Rarity continued on her way.

"Uh-huh." Suri nodded, not understanding quite what Rarity meant by her words. Feeling her chest gurgle, Suri looked down. Dropping her groceries, Suri checked her chest to see cider leaking from it.

Rarity meant to take revenge on her for Applejack. Despite her penchant for deceit, Suri had been honest when she said she knew nothing about the cider or how it was made. But Suri saw her chest and knew right away she could use it to her advantage, so she wasn't going to give it much thought.

Picking up her bags and returning back to her original course before Rarity interrupted her, Suri went to Filthy Rich's house. Filthy answered the door for her.

"Rich!" Suri exclaimed, letting herself inside.

"Er, hello, Suri." Filthy said, closing the door. "Listen … Suri, we need to talk."

"Oh?" Suri asked. "About what?"

"About you being here." Filthy said. "About you being in my life. I don't think it's good for Diamond Tiara. I think she doesn't like you."

"Oh, I have a way to fix that." Suri saw the door open and Diamond Tiara returned. "Ah, here she is! My special girl." Suri rubbed Diamond Tiara's hair. Diamond Tiara had no warm reception for her touch.

"I brought a gift for you!" Suri said, pulling a box out from the bag. "A doll from the store – one of their most expensive ones." Suri offered the doll to Diamond Tiara.

Diamond Tiara examined the box for a minute. "Keep it." Diamond Tiara marched past the both of them.

Filtyh Rich grimaced. "Odd … I've never known Diamond Tiara to reject gifts before, especially not expensive ones. In fact, I think this is the first time I've seen her reject a gift ever."

"She'll come around." Suri assured him, dropping her bags. "I have a gift for you too."

"Now, Suri, you know I love my daughter, and if she doesn't approve of you, then I'll have no choice but to ask you to go."

"But Filthy!" Suri whined, taking her dress off and exposing her cider-leaking breasts. "Think about all the things you'll be depriving yourself of. You deserve a good treat."

Filthy Rich backed away as if frightened by Suri's forwardness. Suri moaned and puffed her chest, cider dropping to the floorboards. Filthy's hesitance faded away and he got on his knees to slurp the nectar from Suri's chest.

Watching all of this unfold from a nearby closet was Diamond Tiara, with the door cracked open to see how her father was going to react with Suri. Seeing him succumb, seeing him kneel to her desires, upsetting Diamond Tiara in ways beyond Dher ability to imagine … until now.

Pulling the door shut, Diamond Tiara sunk to the floorboard of the closet. A filthy, dusty place she would, in normal circumstances, consider herself much too good be anywhere near. She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressed her face into her knees, and she cried.

In the Boutique, Rarity stirred a cup of coffee, a steam trail rising up from the dark liquid. Her stirring was repetitive, mechanical, as if she was only moving the spoon around because her programming was to do so.

Sweetie Belle came down from the stairs, making her way inch-by-inch as if each step would be her last. She peered over the door to see Rarity, motionless, at the table.

Sweetie Belle, grimacing and closing her eyes, made her way into the kitchen. She stopped by the sink, expecting Rarity to call her name and lecture her. When Rarity didn't, she opened her eyes.

"Uh, Rarity?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Aren't you gonna, you know, get onto me for using your powder?"

Rarity lifted her cup up and drank it with the same robotic mannerism she'd been exhibiting. "No. Not today. Rest assured, it is coming … just not today." Displaying some semblance of free will again, Rarity got up from her seat. "Silver Lens is supposed to come under and put me under "observation" which is just a polite way of saying house arrest. I'm afraid the whole dreadful business has my mind occupied, dear."

Rarity walked to the counter to get some cream while Sweetie Belle exhaled, relaxing. She was home free.

Sweetie Belle progressed on her way to the door. She lay a grasp on the door knob, relieved she had escaped any consequences from her actions last night, for the moment at least.

"Sweetie Belle?"

Sweetie Belle was not expecting Rainbow Dash to be in the doorway, with her arms crossed and her mouth worried.

"We … need to talk."

With those four words, Sweetie Belle's heart sank like a stone into the pit of her stomach. Having Rarity say they needed to talk was bad enough, but for Rainbow Dash to say it? Carefree, irresponsible, lack-a-daisy Rainbow Dash? It was a measure of distressing Rarity reserved for her worst days.

And the absolute worst part was Rainbow Dash didn't even appear to be angry, more … concerned.

Removing her hands from the door, Sweetie Belle gulped. "Okay. What do we need to talk about?"

"You said you had a crush on Scootaloo last night." Rainbow Dash said.

Sweetie Belle nodded. "I did. I do."

"You know I care about Scootaloo. Like, a lot." Rainbow Dash continued.

"Yeah?" Come on, Rainbow Dash. Where was it? Where was the violent outburst from Sweetie Belle was expecting?

"So you should also know I don't want you going after her in a way that might hurt both of you." Rainbow Dash said.

Sweetie Belle nodded, trying to soak in Rainbow Dash's words. "Going after her in a way that might … wait, so you're okay with me, uh, how does Rarity put it? Pursuing her?"

Now it was Rainbow's turn to nod. "Of course! I know what's like to be … in love with somebody." She glanced towards the kitchen where Rarity was. "So deeply in love you'd do anything for her. But Scootaloo is your friend. You need to play it safe so you have something to fall back on if it doesn't work out. Getting into Rarity's powder and doing a belly dance for her?" Rainbow Dash made a crisscrossing sweeping gesture. "NOT playing it safe."

"Okay ..." Sweetie Belle shrugged. "What do you think I should do?"

"My advice? Damage control. Make sure Scootaloo's still okay with seeing you as friend after what you did last night. Come on." Rainbow Dash put her hand on Sweetie's shoulder. "I'll help you. Let's go find her." Rainbow Dash opened the door for her, inviting her and communicating to Sweetie Belle a sense of "It's all going to be okay."

They didn't need to travel far to find Scootaloo, sitting on a bench a few blocks away. She was quite receptive to Sweetie and Rainbow Dash, waving them over. "Hi guys!" With Dash's assurance, Sweetie Belle and her sat on either side of Scootaloo.

"Boy, last night sure was weird, huh?" Scootaloo asked, causing Sweetie Belle to feel guilt.

"Yeah. Yeah!" Sweetie Belle agreed. Perhaps agreeing too much for Scootaloo's sake.

Play it cool. Rainbow Dash mouthed to Sweetie Belle.

"I guess you got a bit of all the craziness Rarity was going through, huh?" Scootaloo asked, offending Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle clenched her fist, ready to defend Rarity, but Rainbow Dash waved her hands around, signaling for not to do it. Rainbow nodded her head furiously, communicating to Sweetie Belle to just agree for now. Scootaloo heard the whoosh of waving arms and turned around. Rainbow Dash was quicker than Scootaloo and returned to a normal pose before Scootaloo could see anything out of the ordinary.

"Uh, yeah. I was." Sweetie said.

"Say, did she ever get all of that worked out?" Scootaloo asked.

"Umm ..." Whatever answer Sweetie Belle was prepared to give, whatever lie Rainbow Dash was going to guide her into saying, was cut sort by the arrival of Diamond Tiara carrying two ice cream cones, one chocolate, one vanilla.

Diamond Tiara, maintaining a nervous smile, approached the bench.

Sweetie Belle crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

Diamond gave a nervous chuckle to match her smile. "I, um, wanted to give Scootaloo some ice cream. I didn't know what flavor she liked, so I just got vanilla. I … didn't know you two were going to be here, or I would have got one for each of you."

"Really?" Sweetie Belle asked. "Who are you and what have you done with Diamond Tiara?"

"I am Diamond Tiara." Diamond Tiara insisted, offering Scootaloo the chocolate cone. "Consider this a peace offering." Scootaloo took it. Giving Diamond Tiara a suspicious look, she was about to lick it when her tongue stopped short.

"This doesn't have like, any worms or something in it?" Scootaloo asked. "Or something that will turn me into a mean girl like you?"

"No, no! Nothing like that."

Sweetie Belle, her anger roused, stood up from the bench. "All right, you woman-stealer! I've had enough of you getting your grubby rich hands all over MY Scootaloo!" She slapped Diamond Tiara's hand, sending the ice cream flying into Diamond Tiara's dress and knocking her to the dirt.

"Hey!" Scootaloo got up. "Not cool, Sweetie Belle! And what do you mean, "Your Scootaloo?""

Sweetie Belle, hearing her mistake, covered her hands over her mouth.

"Too soon to be making that kind of claim, girl." Rainbow Dash scolding was firm but fair.

Breaking down under Scootaloo's angry glare, Sweetie Belle took her hands off her mouth and did her best to explain. "Well, Scootaloo, I, I mean, she-"

"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity arrived on the scene, wearing a purple scarf. She raised a brow at Rainbow Dash. "I take my eyes off the two of you for one minute and I find you're throwing ice cream against random girls!"

"No, Rarity, it wasn't like that!" Sweetie Belle insisted, though in truth, she was glad Rarity's arrival saved her from explaining herself to Scootaloo.

"Oh? Pray tell, Sweetie Belle, what was it like?" Rarity bent down, taking off her scarf and sacrificing it to use as a towel for Diamond Tiara's dress as she helped Diamond Tiara to her feet. "There, there, darling. Don't cry now, the worst is over now."

"No it's not!" Diamond Tiara screeched, pushing Rarity away once she was on her two feet. She was crying so much her mascara was running down her cheeks. "I just … I was only trying to flirt with Scootaloo because she was nice to me." Diamond Tiara crossed her arms and turned her away her head, trying to do her usual snubbing of her inferiors, but the effect didn't come through the way it was intended. "She helped me out of mud, and since she was nice, I thought … I thought she could be my safe house."

"Your safe house?" Rarity asked. Everyone else was also intrigued. "Whatever do you mean, darling?"

"I mean, my house is going to be ruined!" Diamond Tiara wailed, stomping her feet into the dirt. "Daddy's says he loves me more than her, but I saw him with her! I saw get on his knees. He says he'll choose me over her, but I know what kind of things a woman can do!"

Rarity looked at Sweetie Belle expecting her to know. "What woman?"

"Suri." Diamond Tiara answered. "Suri Polomare – Suri – my mother!" Diamond stomped her foot into the ground. "She left before I was even a month old, and now that's she back, she thinks she can just waltz like it's her house, and it isn't! It's my house! IT'S DADDY'S HOUSE! But she thinks she's just so great because she's back now and pour cider out of her chest ..."

"Cider?" Rarity bit her fingernails.

"Isn't that what happened to Applejack?" Rainbow Dash said.

"A moment, please." Rarity grabbed Rainbow by the shoulders and dragged her some distance the teenagers couldn't hear them. "Rainbow Dash, do you know what I've done?"

"Uh ..." Dash thought about it. "No. What?"

"Diamond Tiara told me earlier about Suri being here in Ponyville, but she left out the fact Suri was her mother. I thought Suri did it to Applejack to take revenge on me, especially after last night. I … I took the bottle of cider and made Suri drink some it before smashing it. But the way Diamond Tiara speaks, it seems Suri was telling the truth when she said she didn't know. Do you know what this means?" Rarity grabbed Rainbow Dash by the shoulders. "With Suri using the cider to seduce Filthy, this means I've contributed to Diamond Tiara's misery! Oh, what have I done?"

Rarity brought Rainbow Dash back over to the teens. Now understanding her plight, Scootaloo patted Diamond Tiara's shoulders while Sweetie Belle worked on cleaning the ice cream off.

"Diamond Tiara." Rarity said in one of her more authoritative tones. "I regret to inform you that I may have played a part in Suri seducing your father. But rest assured, I will not rest until I've righted this wrong. And found out who made this special cider." She added, whispering to Rainbow Dash.

Diamond Tiara sniveled, her face wet with tears. "You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

"Oh, thank you!" Diamond Tiara leaped up and hugged Rarity, which did not please Sweetie Belle. Giving her sister a sharp look, Rarity looked down at the crying Diamond Tiara and embraced her, resting her chin on Diamond Tiara's head.

In the library, Twilight Sparkle was resting her elbow on her desk, a series of vials bubbling in front of her. She wasn't making actual scientific experimentation. She knew what the chemicals did when mixed with each other. She was trying to give herself a distraction from the events of last night.

Twilight's focus went from her vials to her door as it opened.

"Princess Celestia!" Twilight exclaimed, surprised Celestia would visit her at this time. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I heard you've had a stressful couple of days." Celestia said, strutting towards her. Twilight didn't notice all the signs of a planned seduction Celestia was showing. Her top was cut lower, she was strutting, and her voice was low and quiet. "I thought I'd come and help you ease your mind."

"Oh, thank you so much. Let me tell you, after the week I've been having, I could really use a break." Twilight moved back to her vials. "Just let me turn these off and I'll be right with you ..."

"Twilight Sparkle, you mention you had a dream once, involving me, recently, did you not?"

"Yes." Twilight answered with uncertainty as she pour a neutralizing agent into her vial. "Why?" She turned and her eyes widened.

Celestia had pulled her dress down to one side, exposing her massive breast, milk running down it like a leaking faucet. "I'm here to make your dreams come true."

"Um." Twilight stammered. "Princess Celestia, I'm not sure-"

"Oh, pish-posh. It'll be fine!" Princess Celestia emphasized her statement by taking one hand and squeezing her breast, shooting a stream of milk out which hit Twilight in the face.

"Princess, I really don't think -"

Princess Celestia squeezed again, spraying Twilight again.

Twilight smacked her lips, almost tempted by the sweet taste of milk on her lips. "Princess Celestia, I'm really not sure I'm comfortable with you doing this!"

Princess Celestia sighed. How many times of getting hit by milk did it take before a student gave into their base desires for their teacher? Spraying Twilight again, Celestia was pleased to learn the answer was "three," as Twilight stood, awestruck, milk leaking from her open mouth.

Hesitating, but giving in, Twilight approached Celestia and leaned forward to put her mouth on Celestia's breast. With Celestia's height on her, Twilight didn't need to lean far. She admired Celestia's colossal, titanic breast before connecting. It was so huge. It was bigger than Rarity's impressive bust. Twilight would go so far as to say Celestia's one breast was bigger than both of Rarity's put together and then some.

Twilight suckled, feeling so naughty and filthy for doing this to her mentor, but too seduced by the sweet milk for her higher morals to prevail. It was so sweet … so sweet … sweet …

"Mmm ..." Twilight moaned. Her mind was too foggy to think and realize the milk was making her mind dazed and cloudier.

"Yes." Celestia purred, running her hand up and down Twilight's back, searching for the portion of the dress she could remove to allow her access to Twilight's body. "Good girl. Good, good girl … Twilight Sparkle, tell me more about your dream. The one involving me?"

Unable to resist drinking the milk, but also unable to resist her mentor's instruction, Twilight popped her mouth off. "You and Cadence … you came to me, and you both … fed me with your … delicious milk." Twilight rubbed her head against Celestia's breast.

Celestia's head tilted up. "Cadence and us both, you say?" Celestia cupped Twilight's cheek and lifted her head up. "Wait right here." Before leaving, Celestia dipped her finger into the milk, then swiped the tip of her finger across Twilight's lips, eliciting giggles from Twilight. "I'll be right back."

Celestia left through the front door. It wasn't long until she returned with Cadence, who looked a bit uneasy about the situation.

"Cadence!" Twilight shouted, her voice slurred as though drunk. "You're here!"

Cadence responded with nervous laughter. "Why, yes, yes I am."

Celestia appeared frustration with Cadence's uneasiness, slapping her across the head. "Come on. Go to her." At Celestia's urging, they both went to Twilight. They pressed into each other, Celestia's right breast rolling up against Cadence's left. They pushed forward, pressing both breasts into Twilight's mouth and proceeding to squirt and feed her. Twilight giggled and moaned and jerked, overwhelmed with pleasure from drinking both Cadence's and Celestia's milk at the same time. As they continued, Cadence's uneasiness let down and she got a malicious smirk as she came to enjoy how much power their milk had on Twilight.

Twilight took her mouth off, stopping for breath. "Don't -" She hiccuped. "Remember, kids, don't do drugs! Not unless they're white, creamy, and pouring out from your favorite Princesses' breasts, ha-ha!" Even if she could do it without overdosing, Twilight knew snorting up two-thousand pounds of refined cocaine wouldn't be able to get her as high as she was.

"Aww." Cadence cooed. "She's such a good girl! We should reward her some more."

"Yes." Celestia answered, walking around and placing herself behind Twilight. "Yes, we should." Celestia grabbed Twilight's head and forced her down, but only so she could get easy access to placing her soft and heavy breasts on Twilight's head. Celestia drummed her breasts and pushed them down, making sure Twilight's scalp was snug within them. Cadence, grinning, wrapped her hands around Twilight's arms and stuffed her breasts under Celestia's and into Twilight's face, smothering her.

From chin to scalp, Twilight's head was one-hundred percent covered by royal breasts, the squishy organs rolling and spilling as necessary to accommodate the space of both Twilight's head and the others' chests.

Milk poured from both their breasts. The milk from Cadence poured onto Twilight's shoulders, while Celestia's milk poured down Cadence's breasts before dripping into Twilight's face. Twilight continued to twitch and moan, unable to bear so much raw sex appeal. Twilight would be appreciative of anyone who could explain to her how she could have so much breast and breast milk smothering her face and not be overwhelmed.

Cadence laughed and raised her hands up, grabbing and squeezing her breasts to cover Twilight with more milk. If they didn't stop soon, poor Twilight was going to suffocate from breast inhalation, if she didn't drown from milk consumption first.

"Stop, stop." Celestia instructed. Cadence separated, her mad grin spreading as she looked over Twilight's dazed and hypnotized expression.

"Oh, what's the matter, Twilight?" Cadence teased, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees, squeezing her breasts together with the length of her arms. "Is it too much milk for you?"

"Yesh." Twilight answered, slurred. "Yesh, it'sh too much. But it'sh sho good! I want more of it. I need more of it!" Twilight clasped at her face, rubbing the milk in like it was an ointment.

"I can help with that." Celestia said, pulling her dress to expose her other breast. "Lay on the floor, Twilight Sparkle." Twilight Sparkle didn't even think to question this command.

Celestia spread her wings and flew into the air, hoverineg over Twilight. Bending forward, Celestia's huge breasts hung and swung in the air before she put her hands on t hem to steady them. Moaning with a relieved sigh, Celestia squeezed, pouring a steam of breast milk down on Twilight larger than that of the largest fountain in Canterlot. Poor Twilight was soon covered from head to toe in milk, every single drop bringing unfathomable amounts of pleasure to her the moment it touched her skin.

"Aww, poor Twilight. She just can't handle it." Cadence said, adding to Twilight's pleasured torment by squeezing her breasts and dropping more milk onto Twilight's body.

Twilight panted and gasp under the twin heavy waterfalls of milk falling onto her back. Her entire body was soaked, giving her a reflective sheen, and a huge puddle of milk surrounded her on the floor. When Celestia stopped, Cadence followed. Twilight attempted to get up from the floor, but she screamed and lost her balance, dropping back into the milk puddle.

Celestia and Cadence knew it wasn't the milk making the floor slippery which caused Twilight to lose her grip. It was her inevitable, mind-shattering orgasm.

"Ooooh … I feel sho gooood!" Twilight moaned, trying to get up again.

"Yes." Celestia nodded. She got down on her knees near Twilight. "You should feel good, Twilight. You deserve to feel good, don't you?"

"I guessh ..."

"Of course you do!" Celestia said. "Think about all the good you've done for Equestria. I'd say it's time Equestria gave you a break. After everything you've done, you should never worry about Equestria's safety again! In fact, I'd go so far as to say you don't need to worry about anything ever again. Nothing. Nothing but drinking milk, feeling good, and having orgasms. In fact ..."

Celestia grabbed Twilight's cheeks and lifted her head up. Celestia's fingers pulsed with green energy and her eyes took on the same color. "Why don't you go ahead and have another, right now?"

"Oooh!" Twilight moaned, clutching at her chest and stomach as she was unable to resist Celestia's demand, enjoying another orgasm the moment Celestia told her to.

"Come." Celestia said, her voice taking on an echoing quality. She picked Twilight up and heaved her over her shoulder and used magic to make herself and Cadence (but not Twilight) decent. "We've dallied too long." She and Cadence left the library, where a passerby spotted them.

"What's the matter?" Celestia asked him with aggression. "You've never seen a Princess carry a girl before? Keep walking." Celestia glared at him as he left. She and Cadence went on their way as if nothing was wrong or out-of-place about the sight of them carrying a milk-lodged, milk-drenched Twilight Sparkle until they arrived in the forest.

Once in the forest, sure no one could see them, Celestia snapped her fingers. A green fire consumed her and Cadence, which burned away, revealing Cadence to be Trixie and Princess Celestia to be a tall, attractive, busty figure wearing a black dress with a green tabard, similar to the garb of Princess Celestia – the Changeling Queen, Chrysalis.

"Superbly done, My Lady." Trixie said with a bow, taking off her hat.

"Hmm, wasn't it, though?" Chrysalis said. Disguising herself as Celestia made seducing and enthralling Twilight Sparkle so easy. She learned of Twilight's dream about Celestia from a Guard who overhead the conversation between Twilight and Celestia, explaining why the former was staring at the latter's chest. With this knowledge, using Celestia to charm Twilight was a cinch. She learned about the milk-aspect from a weak mind-reading spell, which was too weak to tell her about Cadence being involved as well.

Chrysalis and Trixie went further into the forest, where Spike, also enthralled, and the Citrus Slime were waiting for them.

"Ah, I remember how delicious feeding on that boy's love was." Chrysalis muttered, observing Spike. She set Twilight down next to him.

"Not that the Great and Powerful Trixie isn't grateful for the chance to dominate Twilight Sparkle mentally and sexually ..." Trixie said. "But why do we need her again?"

"Because, Trixie," Chrysalis said, "the more magic we have on our team, the better. I can't have too many Changelings milling about, or someone's bound to take notice. You recall how difficult summoning the Citrus Slime was with just the two of us – we barely managed it in time to send it after Fancypants. With Twilight Sparkle, the process will be much easier. The book."

With glee, Trixie held the book up. Chrysalis took it from her and began to thumb through its pages.

"Hmm, what devious creature should we add to our army of deviants, next?" Chrysalis wondered. "Ah, this looks promising. Queen Bee; produces a special type of honey which enthralls once consumed. Trixie, bring Twilight Sparkle over here."

Trixie dragged Twilight over. Chrysalis grabbed took Twilight's hand. "Everyone, read the incantation." Chrysalis, Trixie, and Twilight under Chrysalis' command spoke in unison, reading the words of the book together with their hands glowing. The pages on the book began to shimmer with a glorious white light, which rose from the book and took the shape of a sphere. The sphere rose in the air, sparkled, and flashed before disappearing under an eardrum-shattering boom.

Chrysalis admired her handiwork. Where the sphere was now floated a woman with elements of a bee. She wore her purple hair in a bun, a skin-tight dress with the pattern of a bee, wings, compound eyes, and a huge stinger hanging off her backside. Her bust was small, but her hips were wide.

"Where am I?" The bee-woman muttered, looking left and right.

"Hmm." Trixie observed. "This one seems to be more of an individual than the Slime."

"No matter." Chrysalis cleared her throat, calling for the bee-woman's attention. "Attention, bee-woman! I am the Changeling Queen, Chrysalis. I have summoned from the pages of this book to serve as my new army." Chrysalis held the book up. "With an army of creatures like you under my command, spreading your respective infections of love and lust across Equestria, my Changelings will have enough amorous feelings to feed on to become all-powerful."

The bee fluttered down to the ground, crossing her arms. "What's in it for me?"

"What's in it for you? Why, you'll get to rule Equestria alongside my other minions!" Chrysalis said.

"Hmm." The bee-woman did not seem convinced.

"Stupid Twilight Sparkle ..." A voice muttered, followed by the crunch of leaves underfoot. "Take my crown away from me … I'll make her sorry she crossed me!" Stepping out from the woods emerged another woman, with fiery inferno hair, a purple shirt, and a blazer jacket. She saw Twilight Sparkle and her eyes narrowed with wolfish fury. "Ah-ha! Now I've got you, Twilight Sparkle!

Chrysalis scoffed, shrugging. "Now what?"

"Who are you?" Trixie demanded the stranger.

"Me? I'm Sunset Shimmer." The blazer-jacketed woman said, pointing to herself. "I've been looking for Twilight Sparkle to get revenge on her for humiliating me. And now you two were nice enough to find her for me." Sunset Shimmer rolled her hands, smirking. "Say, who are you? And … what is this thing?" She gestured to the bee.

"Call me Honeycomb." The bee-woman named herself. She observed Sunset Shimmer. "You're an attractive one ..." She cupped her chin, admiring Sunset's body.

"You say you were humiliated by Twilight Sparkle as well?" Chrysalis asked, stealing over to Sunset Shimmer and wrapping her arm around her. "Say, I was humiliated by her, too, and Trixie as well! Perhaps you would to join this little club of ours?"

"Maybe." Sunset said. "I mean, I like the little slime thing, and you have Twilight Sparkle and her pet brat under your control, so you must be doing something right."

"Excellent!" Chrysalis cheered. "We'll conquer Equestria and do terrible things to Celestia, with me at the helm you three as my minions!"

"Whoa, whoa. Minions?" Sunset Shimmer asked, pushing Chrysalis off. "Sorry, honey, but Sunset Shimmer doesn't play second fiddle to anyone."

Chrysalis pursed her lips. "Is that so? Well, I'm sorry to inform you that I certainly won't be anyone's minion."

"Seems we're at a conundrum, then."

"Yes, it seems so."

Chrysalis and Sunset Shimmer locked gazes. Each of them had the same idea, which was to raise their hands and fire out bursts of green fire at the other. Their spells collided in mid-air, preventing either spell from gaining ground. Charging up power in their fists, they each fired another volley of fire. This collision had a more … explosive effect than the last one, scorching the earth and forest and throwing Chrysalis and Trixie against the trees.

"Well." Trixie coughed, a puff of smoke escaping her soot-covered her face. "At least we're alive and don't have to deal with her anymore." Trixie grabbed Chrysalis' hand and helped her up.

"Wait a minute ..." Chrysalis examined their surroundings. She screamed in rage, seeing they had Spike, and the Slime, but no Twilight Sparkle or Honeycomb.

"So glad you decided to ditch those losers and come with me, instead." Sunset Shimmer said to Honeycomb, sitting next to her on the forest floor.

"What can I say? You intrigued me." Honeycomb responded. "Especially with that, mmm, firm body of yours."

"Well, I can't say I'm not attractive." Sunset Shimmer boasted, raising up a glass of cider. "Isn't that right, Twilight Sparkle?"

In front of them, Twilight Sparkle was covering her exposed breasts with her hands, the froth of cider escaping between her fingertips as it poured out of her breasts – the result of Sunset Shimmer's special blend of apples and Poison Joke.

Twilight nodded. "Yes, Mistress ..."

Author's Notes:

Author's Notes for "Affliction"

I will come out right now and say this chapter ended up being way, way too big. I mean, the scene where Harshwhinny and Silver Lens have their conversation? Perfect place to end the chapter. The part where Diamond Tiara hides in the closet? Perfect place to end the chapter. Scene where Rarity and Diamond Tiara hug? Sensing a trend yet?

But nevertheless, I ended up including the last scenes because I … basically did a thought-dump, where I wrote down all my ideas onto the page, just in a more coherent form than is usually associated with the term. Everything UP TO but NOT including the scene where Chrysalis-Celestia seduces Twilight was paced well, I feel. Yet, I included that part anyway because 1) I already had Chrysalis in the chapter, 2) I wanted to reveal who was REALLY behind the special cider and 3) I've been wanting to introduce Sunset Shimmer and Honeycomb since Chapter 1.

I was going to put them into chapter 2, but I felt asking the audience to buy that Sunset Shimmer just HAPPENED to be on a way to Ponyville in a way which lead to her encountering Honeycomb stretched the suspension of disbelief.

I also wanted the chapter length to be longer, as I noticed that Chapter 1 and 2 had lower wordcounts than Chapter 1 and 2 in A Poison Most Intimate. I know wordcount isn't everything, but I felt upset the sequel had less words-per-chapter, because the sequel is supposed to bigger, badder, better! The length was a length I liked in Chapter 3, but now I've overshot the mark in Chapter 4.

There's a funny story behind Twilight's dream (mentioned in Chapter 2) and the whole Chrysalis/Trixie/Celestia/Cadence seduction sequence. See, I had this story called A Poison Most Intimate: What If and in it, there was to be a chapter where Twilight Sparkle had a dream where Rarity had managed to infect Celestia and Cadence, and the two Princesses engaged Twilight with their milk as Trixie and Chrysalis do here. I couldn't figure out how to make it work in that story, so I put it in this story instead. Twilight's comment in Chapter 2 is to imply the events of What If still happened, even they weren't depicted.

Honeycomb was inspired by a picture I saw of Queen Bee of DC Comics fame.