Sweet Milk

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>"mmmhm...yes, drink my little ones...uhnn...Momma Pinkie needs this...ah! oohh"
>doorbell
>"Pinkie, we're baaack!"
>*gasp*
>she hastily removes the little foals from her still overfilled teats, both come off with an audible *pop*
>tears start to well up in the little ones eyes
>"Ah-ah-ah! You both be nice now. You don't want me to get into trouble, do you?"
>giving them their pacifiers she quickly puts them into their tiny beds
>just as she is done putting the blanket on PoundCake, the door opens
>Pinkie quickly turns her backside away from the entrance so the parents can't see her dripping not only milk
>feeding the little twins always got her excited in ways she couldn't completely comprehend
>in comes Mr Cake
>"Hey Pinkie! How does it look?"
>"Everything's juuust fine! I changed their diapers, gave them the bottle and just put them to bed."
>she grins nervously, hoping he doesn't notice her thick, needy smell
>he walks over to the small beds, smiles as he see his little foals and gently kisses them on their heads
>"I guess we better let them rest now."
>just as they're about to leave the room, Mr Cake stops for a moment
>*sniff* "Hm?"
>beads of sweat start forming on Pinkies forehead
>*sniiifff* "Hmmm."
>he is about to say something, but then he just shakes his head and both leave the little foals alone so they can sleep
>Pinkie yawns rather loudly
>"I think I will go up to my room now. Looking after these two little bundles of energy sure is exhausting. I don't even know how you two are handling this and the bakery at the same time."
>a weak excuse, but she really needs to take care of some urges right now
>"Yeah, it's alright Pinkie. Thank you for taking care of them this evening. Same time next week?"
>Pinkie would love to have on them constantly on her, but sadly she just doesn't know how she could ask the pair for such a kind of favor.
>"Yeah, sounds fine."
>She yawns again.
>"Night night!"
>with that she dashes up to her room, tail almost clenched behind her legs to make sure Mr Cake wouldn't be able to get an involuntary peek
>Mr cake decides to go down to the kitchen and to check on his wife
>"Hey honeybuns, do you need any help?"
>"Oh, I'm almost done. Everything should be prepared for tomorrow. Maybe...could you please check the fridge? Perhaps we need to stock up on milk."
>He opens the fridge, looks inside. Milk milk milk...aha!
>"Looks good."
>The thought of milk makes his eyes wander to the other kind of milk stored inside the fridge. Something seems off, but he isn't quite sure.
>"Darling, how many bottles did we have in leave for Pinkie in here for her to feed the twins?"
>"Six, why are you asking?"
>"Well, there are still six in here."

>the next morning
>it is early
>as usual, the little ones scream for attention
>Pinkie is actually impressed by how loud they are, as her room is normally able to suppress the sound of even the wildest of her "parties"
>well, it's either that they're very loud or that she has simply developed a very good hearing for baby screams
>anyways, no point in trying to sleep further now
>still lying in her bed she notices a by now very familiar feeling
>small droplets keep forming at her nipples, slowly dripping into a sheet that is wet each morning with her milk
>she looks down at the thin, sticky sheet hugging her body
>is it just her or do her teats swell bigger with each morning?
>the screaming stops, an obvious sign that Mrs Cake attends to the twins now
>despite using the bottle during her busy day, Mrs Cake likes to feed her foals more personally in the more calmer morning hours
>Oh, how much Pinkie envied her
>having their little hungry mouths hugging her nipples every day, gently relieving her from that pressure, feeling their tiny warm breaths on her belly
>her breath grows stronger while she remembers the time she peaked at the scene one morning
>"Uhhnnnn"
>her own moan brings her out of her fantasy
>as she opens her eyes she realizes that she is panting, her hoof rubbing her in all the right places
>milk gushes against the sheet with each heartbeat, forming small white dots that get soaked up after a short moment
>"Ooooooh."
>she sighs and gets up
>now isn't the time for such play
>soon her shift would start; and with CupCake being busy with the foals in the morning, it starts earlier than it used to
>she turns off her alarm (not that she needed it anymore thanks to the twins) and grabs a rag to clean up most of the mess
>it smells of old milk
>she doesn't even know anymore how long she has been using it
>after hanging it up to dry she proceeds with her usual routine and gets ready for a regular day
>well, as regular a day can be since she started to lactate
>which pretty much means not regular at all

>ever since she has started building up milk in her teats, Pinkie has had to try her best to prevent the Cakes from finding out
>always frontally engaging the other ponies, almost regular "bathroom breaks" to prevent her from dripping on the floor, forcing a smile even though all she can think of is the increasing pressure...
>the entire situation is for some reason extremely embarrassing for the usually outgoing and open pony
>she is simply afraid about how the Cakes and her friends, no, all of Ponyville would react to her current condition
>she remembers how the gossip in Ponyville basically made Zecora an outcast or how the CMC's former articles in the school newspaper threatened several friendships and shudders
>she shakes her head, takes one last deep breath in her room and opens the door, only to close it very quickly after her
>the permeating smell of dried milk coming from her room would lead even the slowest pony to the right suspicion
>walking down the stairs, she can feel how much her little udder jiggles with its load
>same as with her perceived size earlier, it feels like it gets worse each day
>she wouldn't even dare bounce around like she usually does anymore
>just imagining what would happen if she did makes her blush
>she walks right past the foal room, but still looking at the door, hoping Mrs Cake didn't close it properly, to steal a short glance at that little piece of heaven she would give anything for now
>arriving at the kitchen, she greets MrCake as usual
>"Good morning MrCaaake!"
>"Hello, Pinkie."
>immediately, she notices that something is off
>the tone in his voice is different than usual
>it is things like this that make you know something's wrong
>"Pinkie, my wife and I would like to talk to you for a moment."
>Pinkie could feel panic creeping up her spine
>"She is still up there feeding the twins, but I think I can start without her. Yesterday when we came home you told us you fed our foals."
>"Mmmh-hm."
>She is sweating, slightly shaking. What did she do wrong? Why is she so tense? It could be so many other things, just stay calm!
>He raises an eyebrow and continues.
>"Well, here's the thing: Both my wife and I remember that we left you 6 bottles of milk..."
>THE BOTTLES! She has forgot to empty some yesterday to make it seem like she fed the twins with them! Ooooh, so sloppy! The realization that she goofed up hits her like a brick wall
>"...and when we came back they were still all there. Now here is the interesting part: Immediately my wife went to check if the children were hungry, as we thought you forgot to feed them, which would have been unusual already, considering the good care you usually provide for them. But when she came back she told me that..."
>"they weren't hungry.", MrsCake chimes in from from behind Pinkie
>"Eeep!"
>Pinkie is so surprised by the sudden appearance of the motherly pony that she yelped
>trying to turn herself towards both Cakes makes he back up against a wall
>they both walk towards the confused and frenzied pony, him having a rather stern look while she simply looks puzzled
>"Pinkie...", MrsCake begins, followed by both in almost unison:
>"What did you feed our children?"
>Pinkie's eyes just dart around between the parents while tears begin to well up in her eyes
>"I...I..gave them...I..."
>she couldn't believe this was the way how it would end. Images flood her head, she sees herself as the laughing stock of the town, everpony talking mean things behind her back, her friends turning away from her in disgust, hergettingbanishedtotheEverFreeForestAND-
>MrCake could see how her naturally poofy mane starts to deflate slowly. This only happened during the worst times and instantly he becomes very worried.
>"PINKIE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FOALS!"
>he stomps on the ground
>his wife tries to calm him down
>"They're fine dear, you don't need to worry."
>*sniff* "I..gave them...some of mine."
>all anger is washed away by a wave of utter confusion caused by this statement
>MrsCake gasps audibly and puts a hoof in front of her mouth
>"You mean..?"
>"I don't know what's wrong with me!" *sob* "I just..."
>with that, Pinkie turns herself sideways
>the eyes of the pair widen as Pinkie presses her hindlegs together, making some small droplets of milk fall to the floor
>MrCake blushes, shooting hot air out of his nose, while MrsCake walks up to the sobbing mare
>"Pinkie, why didn't you tell me?"
>"Will you kick me out now?"
>"No, oh nonono, but you should have talked to me, Pinkie."
>she puts a hoof on Pinkie's head, gently stroking her now straight mane, while she turns to her husband, still frozen in place and heavily blushing.
>"Darling, could you please leave us alone for a moment? I think it is time for some mare-talk."
>"Y-yes, dear. Of course, dear!"
>with that, he slowly staggers backwards towards the staircase, almost falling over when he reaches it. He laughs nervously and proceeds to go up.
>"Now, Pinkie, I think I should tell you some things...."