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>the next morning
>Pinkie walks around in her room, worrying her little head
>"Oh, Gummy, what should I do? This is bad!"
>the wise alligator blinks at his owner, slowly, one eye after the other
>"What? No! I cannot go out there...talk to them? Are you crazy? Gummy, look at me."
>she stops, turns around to look her pet directly into the eyes, who in response tilts his head
>she hasn't slept very well last night
>actually, she wonders if she slept at all
>"I don't know what to say. ME. PINKIE PIE. NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY."
>the small green critter straightens his head, opens his mouth, as if he was about to say something - and then just closes it again
>"What do you mean, "Ask for help"? Who could I ask for help? Oh..."
>she plumps down on her butt in frustration, drawing a small circle with her right forehoof
>"I know I can't stay in here forever...hm? You think Twilight could help me? Why she?"
>Gummy mimics the pose of Pinkie
>"Hm...I guess you're right. She is a smartysmartpants. Maybe she can even help me with feeling all funny all the time when these get full."
>she pokes her teats with one of her fronthooves
>they're slightly swollen, but not so full that it causes her any problems. Yet.
>she gets up and pauses a moment
>"or get emptied. Or in general."
>she puts one of her fronthooves to her chin
>"Hm..."
>then shrugs

>"Now, I only need to get out of here..."
>as if on request, there is a knock on the door
>"Pinkie? Are you alright? Hello?"
>Pinkie immediately recognizes the voice of the chubby blue mare
>uh-oh. Now she has to think fast.
>"Pinkie? I know it is your day off, but you didn't even come down for breakfast. Are you ok? Listen, we need to ta-"
>Pinkie dashes to the door and practically tears it open, to much surprise of Mrs Cake
>"GOODMORNINGMRSCAKEHOWAREYOUIAMFINEBUTIREALLYNEEDTOGO.."
>"P-Pinkie-wait-no"
>"..VERYIMPORTANTCANNOTSTAYWOULDLOVETOSTAYREALLY..."
>as the hastily made up excuse torrents out of her mouth, Pinkie steadily makes her way through the hallway towards the steps
>she pauses for a short moment as she sees, or rather doesn't see the mess she has made last night, breathing in sharply through her closed teeth
>a quick glance back at the befuddled mare and she continues her incoherent speech
>"ANDTHISISWHYIMUSTGONOWWEWILLTALKLATERWHENICOMEBACKOK..."
>"But-Pinkie-what-why"
>Pinkie now arrives at the main room, Mr Cake standing behind the counter, Mrs Cake following her and trying to get a single word through her barrage of language
>"OHHAIMRCAKEIMUSTLEAVEALREADYTOLDMRSCAKEVERYURGENTSEEYOUALLLATERBYE!"
>and with that she slams the door shut, leaving the store and leaving behind two very confused ponies

>"What was that all about? Honey, did you manage to talk to her?"
>"No, sweetie, I simply couldn't get a single word to her."
>"Strange, even for Pinkie. You think it was her who...well?"
>"I think we can be rather sure now. I've never seen her so evasive."
>"Oh..Oh my."
>He starts to blush deeply

>"Phew...that went well!"
>she looks up for a second, enjoying the warm sun on her face
>just being outside after such a long time instantly brightens up her mood
>she cannot wait to go to the library and meet Twilight talk to her about her...condition
>surely things will be better once she talked about her issues
>it did help when she finally spoke to the Cakes, after all
>wait
>she once again puts her fronthoof against her chin
>if talking to the Cakes helped her with her problems and secrets she had with the Cakes, why doesn't she go talking to the Cakes?
>she moans as a slight headache floods her skull
>"Ugh...too much thinking and worrying..who am I, Thinkie Pie?"
>with that said, she starts to bounce towards the library
>and then stops abruptly
>it has been an entire day since she drained herself and judging by how her teats slapped into her underside with each bounce, she greatly underestimated how full she is
>"Maybe walking is better...", she mumbles to herself, her cheeks blushing as she looks around if anypony has seen her strange start

>trotting down the streets of Ponyville, Pinkie just couldn't keep her mind off her jiggling udder
>each step she makes her teats swing in rhythm with her body, while the fresh morning air gently touches her exposed nipples
>she isn't used to walking around with her relatively new but large assets out in the fresh air
>she casts nervous looks around, hoping to avoid anypony seeing her getting all hot and bothered from just doing a small morning walk
>her breathing quickens, she starts to sweat
>every mare so sensitive when she starts to give milk? How do they manage this? Is this something you just get used to after a while?
>part of her wishes she would have stayed back so she could ask MrsCake these questions
>quick, strong breaths out of her nose, her cheeks redden
>she can feel the delicious cargo slosh inside of her, begging to be released
>each time she passes a small alley, the idea of just jumping in and trying to relief herself of as much as she can becomes more attractive
>luckily, one of the great things about Ponyville is how it seems large, but everything important is actually only few minutes by hoof apart
>she lets out a sigh of relief when she spots the familiar tree

>As she arrives at the tree-building, she allows herself to cool down for a bit, first
>then knocks on the door
>"yeah, yeah, moment please!"
>as the door opens, Pinkie is greeted by a small purple dragon, clad in apron and holding a broom in his hand
>"Pinkie! Well, didn't see you in a while."
>"Hey Spike! Uhm, yeah...I was...busy. Is Twilight here?"
>"Sure, I'll get her. Come in!"
>they both enter the library
>where is Twilight? Pinkie can't see her
>"TWILIGHT! TWI!", the Spike shouts
>a voice shouts back from the basement
>"EUGH! WHAT IS IT, I TOLD YOU TO NOT DISTURB M-"
>and with that a small explosion shakes the building
>the door to the basement jumps open, purple smoke creeping out of it
>*cough* *hack* *coughcough*
>the purple unicorn emerges from the dark clouds
>she flaps her hoof around in order to disperse some of the burnt, yet sweet smelling smoke
>"Spikeee, I told to not disturb me! This is a very complicated experiment! Now I have to start all over again!"
>Twilight opens her eyes and immediately sees Pinkie
>"Pinkie!"
>"Twilight!"

>both of the mares hug each other
>"Pinkie, I haven't seen you outside of Sugarcube Corner in weeks! We were worried that you were sick!"
>she looks at Spike
>"I'm sorry Spike, I didn't want to yell at you. This experiment is really stressing me out. You know I mustn't disappoint the princess!"
>"Yeah, I know. I'll just go back to doing my thing now.", he said, while pointing randomly over his shoulder
>"So, Pinkie, how are you?"
>"Oh, I'm super duper fine, well apart from that thing that is kinda embarrassing for me. And that other thing that is even more embarrassing."
>"Pinkie, what-"
>"Which is why I am here. Because you're superdupersmart and read a lot of books so maybe you can help me."
>"Well I can try, but-"
>"But you have to promise me to tell no one about what I'm going to tell you, ok?"
>"Alright."
>"Pinkie-Pie-swear?"
>*sigh* "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eyAAH!"
>Twilight flinches from the pain of touching her eye
>"Now, what is it that you need my help with so badly?"
>Pinkie looks nervously over her shoulder, at the dragon who seems to be busy swinging a broom and humming a tune which sounds an awful lot like the intro to something
>"Twilight, I..."
>she leans closer to her friend and begins to whisper into her ear

>"Uh huh. Oh. Wait WHAT?!"
>"But that's not the big problem, Twi, you see last night..."
>again whispering
>Spike's interest has been piqued after Twilight's first shocked reaction
>"You did WHAT?!"
>"Yeah, and then I felt so you know...and..."
>What are these two talking about?
>"PINKIE! Are you serious?!"
>"Damnit, I don't understand a single thing!", Spike thinks, at this point only pretending to be sweeping the floor
>"MMhm-hm...you see, the problem is..."
>"Oh dear Celestia..."
>Twilight's eyes go wide as she tries to process the information she was just given, sinking down to sit
>"You're telling that you're..."
>Twilight shoots a quick glance between Pinkie's legs
>Pinkie nods
>"Mmmmh-hm.."
>"And then last night you saw them...and you watched...and now you think they know."
>more nods
>"Yes..."
>Pinkie smiles nervously
>suddenly it occurs to her that this might not have been the best idea