Mare's Milk by hotsauce

 

Mare’s Milk

 

“Oh, thank you so much for looking after the Crusaders for me tonight, darling,” said Rarity. “I simply had nopony else to turn to!”

 

“Oh, it’s no problem,” said Fluttershy. Rarity looked totally flustered – the result of having to make a whole new ensemble for Sapphire Shores overnight for her Ponyville concert after a dreadful incident involving Ditzy Doo and a crate-load of hotsauce. “To be honest, it’s been a little dull around here without Mac around...” The Pegasus looked around at the inside of her treehouse. Without her husband around, it WAS awfully quiet. Having the little Cutie Mark Crusaders around would certainly liven the place up a little!

 

Rarity sniffed. “That stallion! Out bucking apples while his wife is with foal!” She shook her head. “Well, one must applaud him for his dedication to his work, I suppose...”

She walked up to where Fluttershy was reclining on her couch and looked at her friend’s swollen tummy. At 36 weeks, it was not long until Ponyville would be seeing a cute little addition to its population! She looked up at her friend. “May I, darling?”

 

Fluttershy smiled softly at her. “Of course,” she said.

 

Rarity nuzzled her muzzle up against the Pegasus’s tummy, and she cooed soft, encouraging words to the foal curled up inside.

 

Fluttershy stifled a gasp at the ticklish feelings that Rarity’s breath was eliciting from her. She hadn’t told anypony, but for the past few weeks she had been feeling increasingly... sexual. It was as if, with the new little life developing inside her, her body had become hyper sensitive, especially that place in between her haunches. She’d found herself getting sticky there involuntarily, and lately she’d been throwing herself at Mac whenever he got back from Sweet Apple Acres – but the stallion was becoming increasingly reluctant to make love: he said that he was worried about the foal being injured. As a result, Fluttershy was even more tense at the moment, and she blushed with embarrassment that her friend’s breath was making her wet.

 

Seeing Fluttershy’s cheeks going red, Rarity stopped her cooing and smiled. “Oh, I’m so sorry my dear. It’s just that... well, you’re quite simply absolutely adorable with that big, swollen tummy of yours.” She sighed. “Oh, it makes me wish for a little foal of my own... but then –“

 

As if on cue the three little Cutie Mark Crusaders burst into the room.

 

“Can we really, really stay here tonight Fluttershy?” asked Sweetie Belle, jumping up onto the armchair, making it careen backwards onto the floor.

 

“Oh, do be careful, Sweetie Be...” began Fluttershy.

 

“Oh wow!” said Applebloom, galloping up to Fluttershy and staring at her stomach. “Yer soooooo big now!”

 

“Applebloom! Be polite!” said Rarity, sternly.

 

“Do we really have to stay here?” muttered Scootaloo, staring around the room with her forelegs crossed against her chest. “I wanted to hang out with Rainbow Dash!”

 

“Now Scootaloo dear,” said Rarity. “You know that Rainbow Dash is scarcely the kind of role-model that you should ha...”

 

But by now the three Crusaders were running up the stairs in search of more mischief, and Rarity sighed as she turned to Fluttershy who was lying there. “Are you sure you can handle them, my dear? I know you have the Stare and all, but I’m afraid that they might tire you out.”

 

Fluttershy shook her head. “Oh no, Rarity. I’ll have my own little one running around the treehouse soon, so I need as much practice as I can get. So please don’t worry.”

 

Rarity look unconvinced, but then she glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh Celestia! Is it already that late?!” She trotted over to Fluttershy and kissed her on the cheek. “I must love you and leave you, my dear. Fashion history will not make itself, I’m afraid!”

 

“Oh, good luck, Rarity,” whispered Fluttershy. “I’m sure that Sapphire Shores will love your new design...”

 

Rarity smiled. “Thank you my dear. But luck has nothing to do with it!” And with a final “Ta ta!” she went out the door, shutting it behind her.

 

There was a sudden, sharp sound of something shattering from upstairs.

 

“Oh dear,” muttered Fluttershy.

 

*

 

Fluttershy sighed as she eased herself off the couch and climbed the stairs with difficulty, and soon she was looking at three guilty little fillies standing around a broken vase.

 

“It was all Scootaloo’s fault!” said Sweetie Belle straight away. “She jumped off the bed and was trying to fly, but she couldn’t and she landed on the cupboard and made the vase fall off!”

 

“I could too fly!” protested Scootaloo. “Just not for long. And anyway, it was all Applebloom’s fault – she was the one who dared me too!”

 

Applebloom had her forehooves crossed over the chest. “Ya need ta practice if yer ever gonna learn ta fly as fast as Rainbow Dash!”

 

“Now girls,” said Fluttershy, her face full of forgiveness. “You shouldn’t blame each other. I’m not angry – it was an old vase anyway. A very old one…” She sniffed back tears. “Now come back downstairs you three! We’re going to have all sorts of fun tonight…”

 

“Aw, can’t we just go play outside?” muttered Scootaloo. “I wanna try out my latest trick!”

 

“I wanna see it!” said Sweetie Belle, jumping up and down in excitement.

 

Fluttershy, seeing the imminent outbreak of new havoc, shooed the three fillies down the stairs before anything else got broken.

 

“Now, is everypony sitting quietly?” she asked them once she was back on the couch. It made her exhausted even to walk around, her belly was so big and swollen! Maybe it was twins… or even triplets? She looked at the three Crusaders sitting on the mat and suddenly had a vision of three pink-maned fillies with mischievous looks on their faces. Oh no! She shook her head and they disappeared, replaced with the Crusaders once more.

 

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were both nodding, but Scootaloo was looking out the window longingly.

 

“Then let’s play a nice guessing game!” said Fluttershy.

 

“Boooring!” muttered Scootaloo.

 

Applebloom looked at her sharply. “Nah be polite, Scootaloo!”

 

“Go ahead, ma’am,” said Sweetie Belle.

 

Fluttershy smiled. “I’m going to think of a kind of monster you can find in the Everfree Forest, and you three have to ask me questions to find out what it is!”

 

“But that’s easy!” said Applebloom.

 

Fluttershy shook her head. “It’s not that easy, little Applebloom. You just have twenty questions and they can only be questions with a yes or no answer!”

 

“Ooh! Sounds fun!” said Sweetie Belle, clapping her hooves together.

 

“Ah’ve got a better game!” said Applebloom suddenly. “Why don’t we try and work out what yer foal’s gonna be?”

 

“Ooh!” said Sweetie Belle. “That’s an even better game! What do you think, Scootaloo?”

 

Scootaloo shrugged. Anything would be better than the lame game that Fluttershy had suggested. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” she replied with a shrug.

 

Applebloom brought her muzzle up close to Fluttershy’s tummy and shouted “Hellooooooo little niece or nephew! This is yer auntie Applebloom speakin’! Can ya hear me in there?”

 

“Oh Applebloom,” said Fluttershy, “Please don’t shout so loud! You’ll wake the foal...”

 

“Sorry...” muttered the little rose-maned filly.

 

Sweetie Belle trotted up to the couch, an eager look on her naive little unicorn face. “Can you stand up for a little while, ma’am?” she asked. “I wanna try guessing as well!”

 

“Me too!” said Scootaloo, suddenly interested. “I can’t see anything from down here!”

 

“Oh…o… ok,” said Fluttershy. She got up with difficulty and slowly climbed off the couch, and quick as a flash she was surrounded by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, all poking and nuzzling at her pendulous belly. “Oh... but do be careful, girls! I... I’m a little ticklish.”

 

“Nah, does a colt sit forwards or backwards?” mused Applebloom, scratching her head with a forehoof.

 

“Aw, that’s just an old mare’s tale!” said Scootaloo, staring at Fluttershy’s swollen tummy with one eye.

 

“Is not!” cried Applebloom. “Granny Smith told me!” She got underneath the pregnant Pegasus and ran her muzzle along the underside looking for clues.

 

Sweetie Belle chuckled. “But Granny Smith IS and old mare, Applebloom!”

 

Fluttershy stifled a giggle at the three little filly’s adorable argument. Oh, it might be fun to have them try and guess what sex of foal she was going to have! She’d been wondering for a long while now as well... Twilight had suggested casting a spell that would let them see the sex of the foal, but Mac hadn’t been happy with the idea: he wanted it to be a surprise. But part of Fluttershy had wanted to know: it felt so strange to have this little being inside her, and to imagine that one day that he or she’d be a little pony like one of the three fillies in her room right now.

 

At the thought of her foal, and at the poking and nuzzling of the three little fillies around her belly and teats, Fluttershy suddenly felt a warm rushing sensation beneath her tummy. Her breasts, which were just as full and swollen as her belly was, had started to leak a little milk recently –Fluttershy had been mortified, but Mac had told her that it was totally natural.

 

 

“Nah when Ah was a naughty young colt,” he’d told her as she mopped at her wet teats with a warm washcloth. “and our ma had jus’ given birth ta lil’ Applebloom, I used to annoy her by whispering Applebloom’s name in her ear, and she’d have to rush into the bathroom on account of she’d start leakin’ milk!”

 

Fluttershy had been scandalised. “Oh, Macintosh! What a terrible thing to do to your mother!”

 

And Mac had blushed, in that adorable stallion way of his. “Well nah remember, ‘Shy, I was jus’ a little colt and knew no better...”

 

But the same thing was happening now! She desperately tried to concentrate on stopping it from happening, but it was too late. She felt the tension in her breasts increase, and then a sudden feeling of gushing relief mixed with shame as droplets of milk appeared at the end of her teats.

 

“Hey, what’s that?” asked Sweetie, who was at that very moment looking at Fluttershy’s breasts and about to ask why her “boobs” were so big. “There’s white stuff coming out of your boobs, ma’am!”

 

“That’s milk, applehead!” muttered Applebloom.

 

“Oh no, no!” squealed Fluttershy. “D... don’t look!”

 

“Milk?” Sweetie’s mouth opened wide in amazement and as she watched, a single thick droplet became too heavy to stay attached to the end of the teat and it fell off – right into her astonished little mouth! She stumbled backwards in surprise, spluttering, and went to spit it out – but it was too late. She’d already swallowed it.

 

“Augh! Wh… what’s it taste like?” asked Applebloom, her face crinkling up in disgust.

 

Sweetie’s face was one of pleased surprise. “Sweet!” she said, licking her lips. “Really sweet!!”

 

“Sweet?” repeated Scootaloo, narrowing her eyes at the little curly-maned unicorn in disbelief. “No way! Let me try it!”

 

She elbowed Sweetie aside and brought her head up under Fluttershy’s heavy breasts. As the little Pegasus nudged a teat with her snout, Fluttershy again felt that familiar gushing feeling and milk started to drip down from the end of it. She was so wracked with shame that she was rooted to the spot as Scootaloo stuck out a little pink tongue and caught the single drop of white milk that fell from her.

 

“Is... is it really sweet, Scootaloo?” asked Applebloom.

 

Scootaloo turned to her nodding, her purple-gray eyes bright. “It totally is! It’s delicious! Hey Applebloom, you’ve gotta try this!”

 

“I told you guys it was sweet!” muttered Sweetie, annoyed. “Now give that back, Scootaloo!” She went to nudge the little Pegasus away with her muzzle, but Applebloom pushed past her before she had a chance.

 

“No, it’s mah turn!” said Applebloom, bringing her muzzle up next to Scootaloo’s. And as soon as she brought her lips near the nipple, milk started to flow from it and she lapped it up with an eager tongue. Just as the others had said, it was sweet and warm and delicious. Next to her, Scootaloo had wrapped her lips around the other nipple and was sucking on it, whiteness appearing at the corner of her mouth as she did.

 

 

“Oh no!” squeaked Fluttershy, turning her head this way and that in a panic. “Girls, no! Y... you have to stop this right now!” She tried to get away, but with the two little foals nuzzling underneath her, she couldn’t move. Was... was it her maternal instinct that was preventing her from doing anything? “You’re... oh, this is wrong!”

 

“Aw c’mon, ma’am!” said Applebloom, looking up at her with a milk-stained muzzle. “It’s totally natural!”

 

“Yeah!” agreed Scootaloo, licking up more of the white sweetness that was dripping from the nipple in her mouth. “It’s not like we’re stealing from your foal – he’s not even born yet!”

 

Sweetie stomped a foreleg in annoyance. “Buy you’re stealing from me!” she cried, sniffing back tears.

 

“Y...you... oh.... you have to stop!” Fluttershy’s knees had started to tremble. She was feeling a mixture of incredible relief and... oh, those little tongues and mouths just felt sooooo good! She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself starting to gush there as well... oh Mac, why couldn’t you have done your job? Now she... she was getting all excited by these little fillies licking and nuzzling at her teats!

 

“It’s... it’s time you all went to bed!” Fluttershy gasped at last. “I... I insist!”

 

“But we ain’t tired!” protested Applebloom, kneading at a breast with her forehoof – she’d learned that that way, lots more delicious milk would come out.

 

“Aw, just a little longer!” begged Scootaloo, pulling at the teat in her mouth with her teeth.

 

All the while Sweetie, a big frown on her face, was trotting back and forth between the other two fillies – but since Fluttershy only had only two teats, and both Applebloom and Scootaloo refused to give her a turn, there was no way she was going to get to taste any more of that delicious milk! The poor little unicorn started to feel the beginnings of tears welling in her pale green eyes. She was the one who had found out that Fluttershy’s milk was so delicious! It just... wasn’t... FAIR!

 

She clambered up onto the couch, ready to sit down, bury her face in her forehooves and bawl her little eyes out – but when she got there, she found herself eye-level with Fluttershy’s rump – and then she saw that Fluttershy was leaking milk from another place!

 

Oh, lucky, lucky! Sweetie joyfully trotted up to the edge of the couch and leaned forward, placing her snout in between Fluttershy’s haunches and taking a big sniff. It didn’t smell the same as the milk that was coming out underneath Fluttershy, but it sure looked the same! So she stuck out her tongue and gave it a little test-lick.

 

It didn’t taste as sweet as her booby milk, but it still tasted really, really good!

 

At the sensation of Sweetie’s hot little tongue touching her slit, Fluttershy bit her lip to stop from crying out. Oh, oh the... the pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming! Two parts of her were being bathed in heat and wetness, and all the tension of so many weeks of frustration and of her heavy, milk-filled breasts was leaving her in a flood, into the mouths of those sweet little fillies! Oh, they had no idea how... how their little tongues were making her feel! And that... that made it even more dirty and... and exciting!

 

The Pegasus mare burned with shame. Oh, what... what am I doing? I’m being so... so absolutely... evil!

 

But although she knew she should push the fillies over and just gallop away, her legs simply refused to move. No matter how hard she tried, they just stood there, shivering, and her tail was just as useless! She wanted to bat Sweetie away with it, but her muscles refused to do what she ordered, and instead she found herself stepping back so that the little unicorn foal’s tongue could burrow even deeper into her special place!

 

“Nummy nums,” murmured Sweetie Belle. Her muzzle was covered in gooey milky stuff now, and she stopped lapping at Fluttershy so that she could lick herself clean. Oh, it tasted so good!

 

“Oh, oh.... Sweetie!” Fluttershy gasped. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth! “Sweetie... please...”

 

“Yes ma’am?” asked Sweetie, beaming at the Pegasus mare, her muzzle glistening.

 

“Oh... please...” Please, please, stop, Sweetie! Please, Celestia... “...please don’t stop!”

 

Sweetie blinked, not really understanding what Fluttershy was saying – but she knew better than to ignore whatever an adult told her to do, so she buried her snout back in between Fluttershy’s haunches and resumed her licking.

 

Tears were pouring down Fluttershy’s face now as she felt her soul crushed between the twin emotions of desire and disgust. “Oh Celestia... please forgive me... please, please forgive me....” she whispered. And as she closed her eyes in deathly shame, feeling her heavy ripe body being drained in three places at once, her juices spilling into the hungry mouths of the three little fillies, she arched her neck in ecstasy and cried out in the sheer shameful joy of it all.

 

And then she came.

 

*

 

Celestia’s orb had just risen as Rarity trotted through the early morning streets of Ponyville. Derpy was already spiralling madly across the sky, a shower of letters falling from her bag to her trademark cry of “Muuuuffffffiiiiiiins!”as the other sleepy inhabitants of the little town were just starting to wake up. There was Pinkie Pie, visible through the windows of Sugarcube Corner, busy taking cupcakes out of the oven and humming to herself, and there was dear little Spike, obviously on an early morning errand for Twilight Sparkle – and there was the purple-coated unicorn herself in the top window of the Library, blowing out a candle– she must have been awake all night like Rarity had, the poor dear!

 

Oh, and speaking of poor dears! Rarity, stung by sudden guilt, started to gallop despite her exhaustion. Oh, I hope that those three little hellions haven’t caused darling Fluttershy too much trouble!

 

When she arrived at the Treehouse, she knocked on the door to find it was only ajar. She nudged it open in a sudden panic to find...

 

Fluttershy, lying on the mat in front of her couch on her side, fast asleep, her big belly rising and falling in time with her deep breathing. And there, tucked in between her fore and hind legs, curled up and fast asleep as well, were the three Cutie Mark Crusaders.

 

Rarity’s heart swelled up at the sight. They’d all been playing some charming little game and gotten so tired they’d fallen asleep together. Oh, what an idealized scene of domestic bliss! Of course, it came as no surprise – after all, everypony knew that dear Fluttershy was going to make the most perfect mother!

 

THE END