Milky White

The next evening, Rarity was taking a break from working. She had closed the shop, and had invited Twilight over for some tea and cookies in her kitchen. The two of them were sitting at the table, enjoying a pleasant conversation. However, somewhere along the line, they had begun talking about Sweetie Belle and Twilight Time, and things went downhill from there.

“...And that’s when she set it on fire! Twice!” Twilight finished, her eyes widening with excitement, “I mean, wow! How can one pony mess up a spell that badly?”

Rarity took a sip from her cup. “Oh, be considerate Twilight, Sweetie Belle’s magic is just a little...” she trailed off momentarily, “Underdeveloped.” Placing the cup back on the table, she grabbed a cookie with her magic. “Everypony has little accidents when they’re young,” she hastily added.

“I know she needs practice, but she nearly burned down my living room!” Twilight responded, slamming her hoof onto the table, “From trying to lift a spoon!” She took a deep breath. “That’s not a little accident, Rarity! That’s dangerous!”

“Well you don’t have to keep mentioning it,” Rarity said, flatly, “nor do you have to keep emphasizing everything.” She took a bite from her cookie. “Ever since she started going to Twilight Time, she’s been having little accidents all the time, trying to practice her magic,” she said while gesturing to the ceiling. “See those holes?” she said, pointing out several of them, “They’re from her launching things when trying to practice levitation in here.”

Twilight looked at the disturbingly numerous holes on the ceiling. “What about that big one there?” she asked, “What could she have thrown to make that?”

“Herself,” Rarity replied, taking another sip from her tea, “Don’t ask. It’s a long story.”

“Oh. Well then,” Twilight said, shaking her head. She drank a little bit of tea, then sighed. “Sweetie Belle’s kinda strange, isn’t she?” she said, then quickly added, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Rarity replied, “She is quite the weird filly.” She looked at a clock, and noticed that it was nearly nine o’clock. “Oh, my! It’s getting late,” she said, “Twilight, you should be heading home.”

Twilight yawned. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said, getting out of her chair. Rarity stood up as well and the two of them headed towards the door. Looking up, Twilight noticed another hole, a rather rectangular one, above Rarity’s couch, but decided to ignore it. “Well, I’ll see you soon, Rarity,” Twilight said, waving goodbye and walking outside.

“See you soon!” Rarity called as she walked away. She shut the door and went back to the kitchen. Sitting back down, she ate another cookie and poured herself some more tea, then pulled her book to her from the foyer. “Ah, tell me, Agent Double-O Nine, what adventures are you going on today?” she asked the book, before opening it.

She had barely read a few pages when she heard her front door slam shut, then heard the distinct sound of little hooves running to her. “Rarity!” Sweetie Belle called, sitting beside her sister’s chair, “Rarity look!”

Rarity smiled, hearing her sister’s cheery voice. She closed the book down and turned towards her sister, and greeted, “Hello there, Sweeeeeeeeeuagh!” Rarity made a bizarre face, somewhere between absolute confusion and mortified horror. Highlights included her right eye twitching, her tongue sticking out, and her jaw dropping to its lowest point.

She made that face because there, laying between Sweetie Belle’s hind legs on the floor, were two big, white, fluffy melon-shaped orbs with little off white points sticking out in the middle of each.

“Rarity, look!” Sweetie Belle squeaked excitedly, wrapping her forelegs around her enormous breasts, “I got my big boobies!” She jiggled them around to emphasize her point.

Rarity attempted to say something, but had seemingly forgotten what words were. “Buauargh?! Whuahaaa?! Aaiahhha?!” were some noises that she made. After a few moments of confused blabbering from Rarity and jiggling from Sweetie, there was a bit of calm where the two just looked at each other.

Sweetie Belle was the first to break the silence. “So do you like them?” she asked, making a big smile.

Rarity took a massive breath. Then looked at Sweetie Belle again, and needed another. This continued for a full minute, during which Sweetie Belle never stopped being amused by her boobs. “Sweetie Belle,” Rarity finally managed to say, “what, in the name of Celestia, are those things between your legs?”

“I told you!” Sweetie Belle said, “They’re my boobies!”

“Yes, I can see that, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity replied, her horror growing every moment, “but why are they there?”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “They’re there because that’s where boobies go, Rarity!” she said, “Where else would they go? My head?”

Rarity seemed to be having a bit of an issue holding herself together. “That is not what I meant, Sweetie Belle.”

“Then what is it?” Sweetie Belle asked, “Is something wrong with them?”

“Yes. Something very wrong,” Rarity managed to say through gritted teeth.

“Oh...” Sweetie Belle said, frowning. She looked down at her bosoms, poking them with her hooves while raising an eyebrow. “Um...” she murmured, picking them up in her forehooves, “...Are they too small?”

“That is-”

“Well, they’re gonna get bigger if that’s what you’re worried about!” Sweetie Belle cheered, letting them flop onto the ground with a ‘fwump’ sound, “At least, when I start making more milk.”

If Rarity’s face was capable of becoming even more pale than the white color it already was, it did so in that moment. “D-did you say...” she stammered while her right eye twitched again, “M-milk?”

“Yep!” Sweetie Belle squealed, “I’m a milkmare now!” She wrestled with one of her breasts for a moment, and then pointed her teat upwards towards Rarity. “See, the milk comes out here!”

“I know that, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, then took a moment to swallow, “But what I want to know is, just, wh-ugh,” She began to lose it for a moment, then blurted, “What do you mean, milkmare?!”

Sweetie Belle fell backwards at her sudden outburst. “ You know, l-like the one from Trottingham?” she said, quickly, “Milky Way...?” She quivered, wondering why her sister was so angry all of a sudden. Rarity noticed this and calmed herself again. She didn’t want to scare Sweetie Belle, after all.

“Sweetie,” Rarity said with a patient tone, “Not to be mean, but what are you doing as a milkmare?”

Sweetie Belle’s smile came back as she leaned up to Rarity. “Making milk! I’m trying to get my cutie mark!”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Sweetie Belle, the thing about Milky Way is that she was born like that. You can’t become one,” she explained, “And where did you hear about Milky Way?”

“Well, the other day while we were out crusading, Rainbow Dash came to hang out with Scootaloo and mentioned she had bought some of her milk,” Sweetie Belle said oddly quickly, “Then she said that I looked like I’d be perfect for the job of being a milkmare!”

“Right,” Rarity said, flatly, “Sweetie, do me a favor and never talk to Rainbow Dash ever again, okay? Thank you.” She got out the chair and sat on the floor next to her sister. “Now, how did you make those...things...” she said, cringing while pointing to her boobs.

“Oh that was easy!” Sweetie Belle said, “Apple Bloom and Scootaloo made a potion with the milk Rainbow Dash had, and it turned me into a milkmare!”

“Okay,” Rarity sighed, “But I want to know something, Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie Belle emulated Rarity’s sigh, then looked down pitifully. “Yeah, we borrowed all of your knives last week.”

“That’s not-wait, you did what?”

“Nothing!”

Rarity felt a guttural roar coming up, but managed to keep it to herself. “Sweetie, darling, tell me,” she said, making an unusually big smile and pulling Sweetie closer, “when does this potion wear off?”

“It doesn’t!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, hugging Rarity tightly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Rarity said, squeezing Sweetie Belle tighter.

Sweetie Belle laughed awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable. “I-it’s one of th-those potions that doesn’t wear off, Rarity,” she said, shaking around slightly, “Hey, you’re holding me a little tightly, can you-”

“Doesn’t wear off?!” Rarity roared, gripping her even tighter, “Are you kidding me?!"

"Rarity!" Sweetie squealed, being crushed up against her sister's chest, "Too tight! You got-gotta let go, or-or-"

"Oh that's just great! Why don't you just waltz out and get-"

"Aaaah!" Sweetie Belle screamed through Rarity's yelling. Then, there was a sort of 'squish' sound between them. Rarity suddenly felt her stomach become very wet, while Sweetie Belle blushed, covering her mouth with her hooves. "R-Rarity?" she murmured, scooting back a little. Rarity looked blank for a moment, then raised a hoof towards her stomach. She poked it, and felt a wet, slightly sticky substance in her fur. Then, she looked down at Sweetie Belle, who was busy holding her boobs. A stream of white liquid was seeping out of their tips, while Sweetie tried to get it under control.

Then, Rarity passed out.