Want and Yearning

>"Femanon, we're home!"
>Mrs. Cake's lilting voice reverberated through Sugar Cube Corner, ushering in her arrival.
>Her volume, disturbing the former silence of the house, annoyed you slightly.
>She threatened to undo your evening's greatest accomplishment.
>As the Cake's, Mr. and Mrs, trotted through the doorway you halted them with a whispered warning.
"Shhh. I only just got them to sleep."
>In your lap, one cradled in either arm and breathing peacefully in slumber, rested the baby cakes.
>You sat rocking them gently with you in a rocking-chair, holding them gingerly snug to you.
>You could feel their breathing, every innocent twitch they made in dream, and their tiny hearts beating against yours.
>Weird as it may be, there was something about the sensation that you simply loved.
>The connection was almost...peaceful.
>You smile must have reflected your bliss.
>Mrs. Cake smiled warmly at the scene.
>Approaching you, she returned your whisper.
>"I can't believe how good you are with them, Femanon."
>You smiled inwardly.
"You know, I just love kids. And I've had a bit of practice before."
>Mrs. Cake gently grabbed up one of her children from your protection; Mr. Cake, the other.
>"I really hope they weren't too much trouble tonight."
"Oh, they didn't seem to want to sleep at first, but they always come around."
>Mrs. Cake slowly made her way towards the children's room.
>You job for the night accomplished, you rose, stretched, and prepared to leave.
>"Well, thank you so much again for all of your help, Femanon. Will you be able to make it this Friday?"
"Of course! You kidding me? I love spending time with your foals."
>"Great! Thank you so much!"
>A gracious smile blossomed on your lips.
"Seriously, Mrs. Cake, it's my pleasure."
>With that, you excused yourself from Sugar Cube Corner, spilling yourself out into the moonlit dirt streets of Ponyville.
>All the way home you were walking on air.
>You really did love those foals with a passion.
>When the Cakes first offered you a job to sit for them, you were pretty sure both parties were skeptical on the idea.
>You had never cared for foals before.
>And you strongly believed that they only offered it to you out of pity as well as the fact that you boasted some admittedly generous breasts.
>Parents are always far more willing to trust their kids to a body with breasts.
>You figured it somehow made you more trustworthy.
>This inherit perk of womanhood was one which you had exploited regularly back home.
>Childcare simply seemed to be your de facto career; mothers and parents would frequently call upon you.
>And to be fair, you did love kids of all ages.
>It was a matter of fantastic pride to you to be a good mother.
>From newborns to adolescents, they all made your heart swell.
>So it is no wonder that even here in a world of colorful ponies that you would have fallen in love with the Cake twins.
>No, it could never be said that Femanon was un-motherly.
>And yet, as you walked in the darkness, tumbling these thoughts in your head, an old and persistent lament resurfaced.
>You cared for children.
>You loved children.
>But they were always other people's kids.
>You were motherly.
>But you were not a mother.
>And now stuck here in Equestria, you feared that you never would be.
>Alone here, you would never have a little one to call your own.
>A pang of sadness pierced your heart.
>But you had long ago accepted this reality.
>There was simply nothing to be done about it.
>You swallowed your sadness as you opened the door to your house.
>You walked languidly to your room, changed into your pajamas, and returned to the darkness of your den.
>With a click your turned on the lights to your den and sat down heavy onto your couch.
>Despite your efforts not to think about your sorry position, a spell of depression came over you.
>Staring up at the ceiling in a tepid sadness, you gently closed your eyes.
>You did not rest long before your attention was drawn to the next room.
>A noise and some shuffling could be heard in the quiet.
>Opening your eyes and sitting up you called out across the room.
"Hey! Is someone there?"
>You could see a figure stir in the darkness of the next room.
>Before you could jump up and arm yourself the figure leaped from the shadows.
>With a whimsical and pretentious flourish, a blue coated mare presented herself before you.
>"It is I! The Great and Powerful Trixie!"
>Rightfully startled, you bark back.
"Damnit, Trixie, what the hell are you doing breaking into my house at night?!"
>Trixie upturned her nose and waved a dismissive hoof at you.
>"Trixie could not sleep."
"So you came here?"
>"Why? Is Trixie not welcome anymore?"
"Not unannounced. At my house. In the middle of the night."
>"Then you should have told these rules to Trixie beforehand."
"Yes, of course, it is my fault..."
>"Just a bit, yes."
>You sighed.
>At times you wished you had never run into her that night so long ago.
>You had just been coming back from sitting for the Cakes when, taking a wrong turn, you heard sobs off in the distance.
>You followed them to the source and found the Great and Powerful one crying alone in an abandoned stable.
>Feeling for anything that is upset, you stayed and talked to her.
>Apparently she had just been publicly shamed by Twilight.
>Something about a giant bear.
>Frankly, you had missed the entire episode.
>But Trixie's tears had been enough to turn your heart, even if she was clearly a pretentious and ostentatious weirdo.
>So, motherly instincts kicking in, you comforted her in the best way you knew how.
>By holding her tight and warmly to you, rocking her back and forth in your arms against your breast.
>What happened next was a shock to you.
>After a few minutes of sobbing into your chest and returned motherly coos and comforts, Trixie began nuzzling her muzzle against your chest.
>You thought little of it at first, until she managed to undo some of your buttons and slide her mouth through your open shirt.
>The clothesless freedom of Equestria had long since encouraged you to stop wearing anything you didn't need to.
>For you, this meant your ever restrictive bra.
>So when Trixie wormed her way through your shirt, she almost immediately latched onto a nipple.
>You were surprised.
>Shocked, even.
>But oddly enough you did not fight it.
>Honestly, it felt good.
>You had never been pregnant, but for many years since you had taken up child care you had been lactating.
>Far from being concerned, you encouraged the development.
>After all, it made your breasts bigger.
>It also made you feel more motherly; a quality you enjoyed.
>So when the Childlike and Submissive Trixie began to drink from you, you allowed it.
>A shameful and guilty form of wish fulfillment, you admit, but you were not going to squander this opportunity no matter the depravity.
>Since that night Trixie had made many "calls" to you in secret.
>And with absolute discretion you answered her calls.
>Every one thus far, in fact.
>However, this was the first time she had ever been so bold as to willfully sneak into your house for her desires.
>So, weary, annoyed, and a little coy, you answered her as she stood before you in her den.
"Trixie, why are you here?"
>The blue mare trotted towards you on the couch.
>"Trixie already told you, she cannot sleep."
>Admittedly, you already knew where this was going.
>Annoyed as you were, you decided to play with her a bit.
"So?"
>"So...Femanon can help Trixie."
"And how is that exactly?"
>The Great and Powerful mare huffed.
>"You know very well how. It...comforts Trixie."
>With a stone gaze you stared at her.
"No."
>Trixie was taken aback by your denial.
>"What? B-but...Trixie needs it!"
"You broke into my house and you aren't even asking nicely. So no."
>It was a sight of wonder, and not a little joy, to see how quickly the great and powerful ones can be brought to beg.
>"B-but...Trixie is sorry! She will not do it again, she promises!"
>You sat unimpressed.
"Don't care, go home."
>Trixie's mouth dropped agape.
>"But...Trixie is sorry! Why now? Don't you care about Trixie? Don't you want to help her sleep?"
>You shrugged, fully enshrouded in your facade.
>You would make her beg for it first.
>Then Trixie did something unexpected.
>She leaped at you.
>Less of a leap and more of a tackle, really.
>She wrapped her forelegs around your waist, buried her face in the underside of your breasts, and beamed up at you.
>Her eyes affected innocence and yearning.
>She even began to shake her plot back and forth.
>This show of supplication was new, even to her.
>She reminded you of a dog begging for a treat.
>"Pleeeeease, Femanon! Trixie is very thirsty, she'll only take a second!"
>You looked down at those massive saucers for eyes and envisioned the puppy dog pout she was surely using beneath your bosom.
>Your heart melted at such an adorable sight.
>You held steadfast in your mask of annoyance, however.
>Finally, after a minute of feigned contemplation, you spoke.
"Ugh...fine, Trixie, you can drink. But only for a little bit, okay? I need to go to bed."
>The blue mare's eyes lit up.
>"Trixie, too, will sleep well!"
>You couldn't fight back your grin as you unbuttoned your pajama shirt.
>Trixie regarded each loose button with great anticipation.
>With one final pop, the last button was freed.
>With a gentle sashay of your hands you opened up your shirt like a curtain on a stage.
>Your ample breasts rose and fell with your breathing, resting alluringly against your chest.
>Round, pert, supple, soft, they offered an aroma sweetness.
>Your nipples, swollen and sensitive from lactation, stiffened in anticipation of the feeding to come.
>Trixie look entranced as she stared at them.
>One may think she had never seen them before.
>You giggled and patted your lap, inviting her to sit.
>She hopped up, never breaking eye contact with your left nipple.
>You shook your head incredulously as you realized she had already made up her mind as to from where she would drink.
>Without further hesitation, you gave Trixie your queue: a gentle hand upon the back of her head inviting her to go down.
>And so she did with alacrity.
>You let out a withheld breath as Trixie's lips closed around your tender bud.
>Trixie instinctively closed her eyes and began to suck.
>You took a step out from yourself for a moment to survey the scene.
>You were allowing a pony to drink your milk straight from the source.
>You were sure this was beyond taboo.
>But, as you wove your fingers through Trixie's mane, you realized that you fundamentally did not care.
>This was what you wanted.
>It made you feel validated in a way.
>Supremely motherly.
>And it made you shiver with guilty pleasure.
>A wonderful chill ran down your spine as a minor climax shot through you from your nipple.
>Trixie was running her tongue over it, lapping up your warm milk as it flowed.
>You tilted your head back against the couch and closed your eyes, giving yourself up to the absolute pleasure of the moment.
>Gingerly, you stroked both hands through Trixie's mane, petting and caressing, comforting her in the way you knew she liked.
>And in the way you liked to give.
>You began a gentle hum that filled the empty spaces of your den.
>As Trixie nursed harder, her supple lips squeezing against your tender bud, you bit your lip and smiled.
>If you couldn't have a child of your own...
>You could at least give yourself this.
>This was your paradise.
>And your mind escaped to the combined rhythm of your heartbeat and Trixie's sucking.
>A hand drifted from your mare and fell to your lap.
>Trixie's teeth grazed against your nipple.
>You gripped at your pajamas in pleasure.
>It was all you could do to keep your hand from running up your stomach to your neglected breast to balance out the stimulation.
>You felt a drip on the back of your hand.
>You looked down to find your free breast dripping intermittently.
>A thin stream of milky white ambrosia ran from your nipple down the contour of your breast.
>You smiled inwardly; leaking wasn't unfamiliar to you, nor were the milk stains that were a frequent feature on your shirts.
>You slowly brought your hand up to you and licked away the drizzle of milk which thereupon had fallen.
>You took in a deep breath and savored the taste.
>Rich, thick, and amazingly sweet.
>Your taste buds tingled at the sensation.
>It became no wonder to you that the Great and Powerful one kept wanting more.
>You ego swelled slightly at the thought that you could produce something so delicious.
>In you pondering Trixie lifted her head and looked up to you through half opened eyes.
>Her lips were white and wetted.
>Had you not known through experience, it would have been easy to see that Trixie's mind was in a fog.
>You donned a motherly smile and nodded your head towards your vacant breast, inviting her to continue.
>Trixie, in turn, donned a languid, yet gracious smile and accepted.
>The blue mare gingerly latched herself onto your right nipple and began to suck.
>Another sharp inhale.
>A steady exhale in tow.
>Your toes curled at the touch of her moist lips upon you.
>Again, she worked her tongue against you, licking and lapping at your tender bud as well as the trickle that ran down your ample breast.
>You wonder at what a greedy mare she became when she got like this.
>Your humming resumed.
>Trixie's ears twitched at the tune.
>It was then you did something you had not before.
>With all the grace and tenderness of a dutiful caring woman, your head bowed and you bestowed a loving kiss upon the top of Trixie's head.
>You could swear you felt her lips pucker into a smile upon your breast as she nursed.
>The joys, the peace, the pleasure of being a mother.
>For so long, this is all you had wanted.
>And though you would never vocalize it, you thanked Trixie for giving you this.
>As you stroked your fingers up and down Trixie's back, drawing designs in her coat, the Great and Powerful lifted her head.
>You looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.
>Trixie smiled tiredly at you through half-open eyes.
>With a yawn, Trixie rested her head heavy against your bosom.
>You imagined they made great pillows.
>Again, far from being put off, you welcomed the contact.
>For a moment Trixie listened to your heart beat before finally speaking.
>"Trixie is full now..."
"Oh?"
>The blue mare nodded lightly against your breasts.
>She yawned again.
>"Yes...Trixie is ready to sleep now..."
>You smirked and stroked her mane.
"Uh-huh. Are you going to make it back home?"
>"Trixie will make it..."
>It was very clear that this was a fib.
>Neither of you had ever done this so late in the night before.
>Though her nursing usually relaxed her immensely, Trixie had always enough energy to leave afterwards.
>But she was now on the cusp of going out like a light, and you were close behind her.
>The solution was obvious.
"Nah...Trixie, just stay hear tonight."
>"No...Trixie...can make..."
>You caressed her mane.
"Shhh...it's okay. Just this night only."
>The Great and Powerful mare did not respond.
>Instead, she slowly closed her eyes and nuzzled her head deeper against your chest.
>For your part, you managed to lay down on your couch, you head pillowed by the arm of the furniture.
>You looked down.
>The Great and Powerful had become the Calm and Peaceful.
>You closed your eyes and rest into the couch.
>As sleep began to take you you allow one hand to linger on Trixie, dancing lightly against her coat.
>You focused not on sight or sound or touch.
>Feeling drew you; the feeling of your heart against Trixie's slumbering head.
>Yes.
>This was perfect.
>This was what you wanted.
>If only for this brief time.
>With gently snoring against your chest, you fell to sleep on a cloud of wholeness that made your living dream.

FIN.