School Girl Milky

>Walking down the hallway was painful for Milky as her breasts would slightly bounce with each step.
>Milky thought about going to the nurse because she had never had this much pain in her awfully tender breasts, but she suffered through it.
>She couldn’t miss the big test today.
>Milky walked into the classroom and took her seat.
>It was getting hard for her to hold back the throbbing her breasts as they ground against the training bra and the seat she sat in.
>Her stern teacher levitated a piece of chalk to the board, and began speaking as he wrote a few questions.
>“Everyp0ny put away your books, and take out a piece of paper for the exam. If I see anyp0ny cheating I will give you a zero. I will not answer questions until after the exam is completed. You may begin.”
>The unicorn finished, but Milky could hardly focus on the test.

>Question number one was about the founding of Equestria. Milky had studied alot for this test and she knew most of the questions, but her constant fidgeting and the painful throbbing was not helping her concentrate.
>Her bra felt awfully sweaty and very uncomfortable.
>She adjusted it, and looked at her hoof covered in an unknown whitish liquid.
>Milky started to panic. Were her breasts going to fall off? Was she going to die?
>She wrote down all the answers as quickly as possible and raised her hoof.
“Teacher! Can I go to the bathroom?”
>The stallion looked up from his newspaper,
>“No Ms. Way, You can wait until after the test.”


>Milky began to whimper and laid her head down on her desk, distracting the students that sat around her.
>The whitish liquid wouldn’t stop. Milky tried her best to stop it, but it kept trickling out from her breasts forming a puddle in her seat.
>Milky’s eyes began to water and her cheeks caught fire from embarrassment and fear.
>She clenched her legs trying to stop it, squeezing them, but that only made it flow faster.
>Drop by drop onto the floor the liquid started to make a small puddle.
>Other students started to gossip and snicker.
>Milky raised her hoof one more time.

“Teacher please, I need to go to the bathroom!”
>The teacher put down his newspaper and looked at Milky and the puddle at her hooves.
>He stared wide eyed, mouth agape for a minute unable to speak. In his 10 years of teaching nothing like that had ever happened before.
>Tears rolled down her cheeks past her quivering lip and mixed into the puddle of milk on the floor.
>“G-go ahead Milky,”
>the teacher said. Milky sprang up and ran to the bathroom leaving a trail of droplets all the way there.