>It's been almost a week that you've been trapped in these caves
    >That's only a guess; frankly you have no idea how much time has passed
    >Cadance's magic has proven of little worth down here
    >She can't teleport or dig through tons of solid rock
    >Even now all she can muster is a faint illumination spell, as her strength continues to fade
    >Water has been plentiful down here, along with small game in the form of rats and insects
    >But there is no plant life to speak of
    >The Princess is wasting away before your eyes
    >It wasn't until that morning that you'd realized what you had to do
    >You sit down beside where Cadance is resting, her sides slowly heaving
    >"W-What... what are you doing?" she asks weakly, looking up at you bleary-eyed, when you gently wrap your arm around her
    >Her face is emaciated, her ribs visible on her frame
    >A week without sustenance has taken its awful toll
    >"Shh," you say, lifting your shirt. "Drink."
    >Cadance doesn't move when you press your nipple against her muzzle
    >At first you're worried that she won't accept, but a moment later she closes her eyes
    >You feel a rush of tingling warmth throughout your body as she takes your nipple into her mouth and begins to suckle
    >Rich, life-giving milk surges from your swollen breast into the princess's hungry maw
    >They'd miraculously filled last night, when you'd realized that your companion was going to die unless she had something to eat
    >After only a few moments she's sucking greedily, tasting her first meal in so very long
    >You gently stroke her mane, whispering encouragement to her
    >She feels so warm against you, so soft
    >Her tongue laps at your erect nipple, drawing out every drop of milk she can
    >You let out a little moan, shuddering from the pleasure of it
    >When at last Cadance has drunk her fill, she rests her head against you, hugging you tightly
    >"Th-thank you, Femanon..." she says, crying a little. "You've saved my life."
 
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>Eventually you did manage to get out of there
>What an ordeal that was
>Anyway, after a lot of pomp and fanfare in the Crystal Empire, you were granted a small plot of land in Ponyville in which to live
>All thanks to your big ol' milky moneymakers
>Unfortunately, ever since that episode in the cave, they haven't stopped producing
>Every few days it feels like they're going to burst
>It's actually rather painful
>You've sort of "milked" yourself as best as you've been able to, but it's not the most pleasant experience
>Luckily, once you made it back to Ponyville, you found plenty of uses for your breastmilk
>Plenty of hungry foals to feed
>Bottled, of course
>In your mind, Cadance was a special case
>You don't know if you're really comfortable feeding ponies directly
>Thankfully a local farmer is all too happy to lend you one of her milking devices
>They're meant for cows, but cows here are pretty small, so it actually does a decent job
>"Ya'll ever change your mind about sellin' it, ya let me know," the farmer had told you, with a wink
>Her name is Applejack, and if you didn't know better, you'd think that she just saw you as a pair of walking dollar signs
>But with her milking device in your possession, you're content to live in your little pony-sized cottage and produce milk for the town's orphans
>Apparently there's a milkmare a few towns over that does the same thing
>You hope one day you two can meet and talk shop
>In high school you never thought you'd end up a wet nurse in a magical land of ponies, but that's life you guess.
>And life continues to throw you odd curveballs - next in the form of your neighbor
>She's incredibly shy; you've only seen her a few times
>Sometimes you have to wonder if she's purposely avoiding you
>Your suspicions are confirmed one day while walking home from making one of your weekly deliveries
>You spot her yellow form tiptoeing around behind her house
>She peeks around the wall, looking at your front door, and sighs in relief
 
>Fluttershy freezes when she turns around and sees you on the path
>"H-Hello..." she squeaks
>She's actually really adorable.  You don't know why she's so scared of you
>Maybe because you're so tall comparatively, but even then the only intimidating things about you are your huge tits
>You're not THAT scary, are you?
>"Hey Fluttershy.  How are you doing?"
>She stares intently at the ground, her mane falling in her face.  You can barely hear her response. "Fine..."
>Enough is enough
>You crouch down to get closer to eye level
>"Hey," you say brightly,  "do you want to come have tea with me?  I've got scones and stuff."
>She just shuffles her hooves and rocks from side to side
>She reminds you a lot of the autistic kids you sometimes mentored in school
>"C'mon," you say, standing up.  "Let's go, it'll be fun!"
>Reluctantly, she allows you to shepherd her into your cottage
>"It's... it's very nice in here..." Fluttershy says, after you've gotten her seated on the couch
>"Ceilings are kinda low, but I've gotten used to it," you say.  "Want anything with your tea?  Some sugar?"
>"Um..."
>You happen to glance over
>To your surprise, you see that the pegasus' face is bright red
>"Could.. could I have some... milk in mine?"
>Kind of odd
>But you guess it's fine
>"Uh, I would, but I'm afraid I'm all tapped out for the day."
>Stone cold silence fills the room, so you awkwardly finish: "Maybe... another time?"
>Fluttershy blushes even more deeply and sinks into the couch.  She sips at her tea
>"T-That would be.... nice."
>From there you manage to move the conversation toward scones, and then on to the complex geopolitical quagmire that is the frontier out west
>Good job, you
>But even as you exchange pleasantries with Fluttershy and see her off once tea is over, your promise lurks at the back of your mind
>For some reason, she really seemed eager to come back and... drink your milk
>You shrug
>Why not
 
>The next day you invite Fluttershy back to your cottage
>She seems strangely disappointed when you pour her some milk from a bottle into her teacup
>"It's… very nice…" she says, sipping at it daintily
>"Anything else I can get you?" you ask
>Sometimes the poor thing looks like she's about to faint in your presence
>Still, she manages to maintain enough composure to say "No, thank you."
>You two share another pleasant afternoon, and then she's off again
>She's polite, if terrified, but beneath that exterior you sense that she is somehow dissatisfied
>You're not sure what to do about it, since she's not exactly forthcoming about what she wants
>And you're not about to go prying through some pony's business
>You resign yourself to the fact that you probably won't ever know what her issue is
>That night, a big storm hits
>It's the fiercest you've ever seen in Ponyville
>"Ah, fu... ponyfeathers."
>Helplessly you watch as rainwater saturates the ground and begins to flood inside from under the front door
>You try plugging up the gap, to no avail
>Rainwater seeps in from under the floorboards, and drips down from the ceiling
>For whatever reason they went with a budget contractor, Plot Device, when they built this place
>You'll have a bone to pick with that guy the next time you see him
>That asshole owes you a new house
>In any case, with your home now unlivable, you snatch up your few possessions and the milking device and run over to Fluttershy's cottage
>It looks pristine from the outside, despite the torrential rain
>A sensible architect built it on a little hill, and her roof isn't a pile of shit
>She timidly answers the door when you pound on it
>"Oh gosh, Femanon!  Quick, come inside!"
>You're dripping wet when you enter
>Fluttershy brings you a towel for your hair and some hot tea
>"Could I borrow a blanket or something?" you ask.  "These clothes are freezing cold."
 
>You feel her eyes on you as you strip down
>It feels a little strange to have her watching you undress, but you aren't about to ask her to turn around
>They're all naked here anyway, plus she's a girl, so what's the harm?
>Still, you sneak a glance in her direction
>She quickly looks away, but she can't hide the fact that she's blushing intensely
>Could… could she have a crush on you or something?
>Lesbian ponies? Is that a thing?
>You don't know whether to be flattered or concerned
>She is just a cute little pony, after all
>But from what you've seen in the seedier parts of Equestria, you know that cute little ponies can have huge sexual appetites
>Jesus, do they ever
>You get the impressions that this is something different, though
>Fluttershy seems genuinely innocent
>Maybe she's one of those few ponies who's shy around naked people or something
>In any case, you wrap yourself in the blanket she offers you and curl up on her sofa with the mug of tea
>She graciously offers to let you stay the night, and then hurriedly offers to let you stay "as long as you need" until the house gets sorted out
>"Oh, I can't do that to you," you say.  "It's going to take them at least a week to build a new one.  Maybe two."
>She mumbles something about a "Twilight," but then cuts herself off and wanders into the kitchen
>You close your eyes and try not to think about all your ruined sheets and clothes back home
>You must've dozed off, because you come to a little while later
>It's still raining outside, and all the candles in the cottage have been extinguished
>It's too dark to see anything
>But you do feel something warm and soft cuddled up next to you
>"Fluttershy?"
>You hear a faint gasp, and feel her slide away
>"I.. I'm sorry... that's my only blanket, and I was cold, so..."
>"Jeez, you gave me your only blanket?  Get in here, Fluttershy!"
>You open it up and pull her in, hugging her tightly against you as you wrap the blanket around the two of you
>You suddenly remember that you are naked
>Fluttershy pants hotly against your neck
>She lets out a little whimper
>"Are you okay?" you ask, feeling her tremble against you
>"U-Um…"
 
>You suddenly feel her muzzle dig into your breasts
>She pulls away sharply, letting out a little "eep!"
>She wriggles, as if trying to fold her body in such away that she doesn't touch your chest
>"Hey, it's ok," you say, gently holding her so that she doesn't fall off the couch.  "They're just boobs.  No big deal, see?"
>You mush them against her to prove your point
>"A-Ah..!"
>You feel her trembling a lot harder now
>Like an idiot, you're about to ask her what's wrong again, when it finally clicks in your mind
>You suddenly feel those same strong instincts you felt with Cadance kicking in
>"Oh, sweetheart, calm down," you say, running your hand through her mane.  "Just relax."
>She seems to obey, letting you hold her, still shivering
>After a minute or so, once she's calmed down, you finally ask
>"So uh, you wanna suck on my tits, huh?"
>Her throat moves as she swallows nervously, and she tries to speak, but no words come out
>She goes very quiet
>"Well, I'm just gonna lie here," you say.  "And if one of my nipples happens to end up in someone's mouth, I don't think I'm going to do anything about it.  Just saying."
>You let that hang in the quiet air, then settle back into the couch
>It doesn't take long before you feel Fluttershy's first nervous lick at your breast
>Though it's too dark to see her, you stroke her mane encouragingly
>When she finally takes your nipple into her lips, that same rush of pleasure fills your body with warmth
>"Yesss…" you moan, in a quiet hiss.  "Good girl."
>Fluttershy suckles for a long time, just a gentle repetitive suction on your nipple, as if she's too timid to try anything else
>You continue stroking her mane and whispering nice things in her ears as she does
>She's just so freaking cute
>Your hand brushes her cheek, and you realize that she's crying
>You don't say anything at first, simply ducking down to kiss her on the forehead
>She suddenly bursts into sobs
 
>Quickly you fold your arms around her, hugging her close
>It's definitely the buzz from breastfeeding, but you want nothing more than to protect her and make her feel safe
>While you rub her trembling body, you coo nonsense in a way you didn't even know you were capable of
>"I'm…  I'm sorry," Fluttershy manages to sputter.  "I just… I just never really knew my mother…"
>Her shoulders shake as she is wracked by more sobs
>You really have no idea what to say, but the poor pony obviously is in a lot of pain
>And she is your friend
>She might be weird and probably autistic, but she's your first friend in this place
>After Applejack, you suppose
>Nothing really comes to mind, so you just blather comfortingly
>"It's okay, sweetie," you whisper.  "It's okay.  Just… let it all out."
>She does so for the better part of half an hour, crying into your neck
>Eventually she stops, reduced to quiet sniffles instead
>You stroke her back, waiting for her to say something, but she never does
>Her breathing slowly becomes more and more even
>It quickly becomes apparent that she's fallen fast asleep
>On top of you
>You consider just waking her up and getting her to move, but you feel like she needs this right now
>Besides, you've slept in more awkward positions
>Cradling her in your lap, you scoot a little closer to the corner of the couch, and settle in for the night
>When morning comes, you find yourself alone, with the blanket wrapped carefully around you
>You notice a glass of orange juice on the table, and a little pink note beside it
>"Femanon - thank you for being so kind to me.  You are a true friend.  I've gone to speak with Princess Twilight about your house.  There is more food in the kitchen if you get hungry.  - Fluttershy"
>A true friend, huh
>All thanks to your big ol' moneymakers
>That's life for ya
>Little did you know, this was just the start of your career as "milk therapist" to the ponies of Ponyville...