Drinks Are On Us

by AppleCiderJack

In the wide cosmic yarnball that is the Multiverse, lies long worlds that differ from each other, one variable at a time. Starting out from a singular world known only as Equestria, inhabited by intelligent quadrupedal equines, it takes only a few steps to the left to find the same world again. Only that its inhabitants and world have taken on a slightly more anthropomorphic structure, walking on two hooved legs, but manipulating the world with fine dexterous hands and fingers. Not to mention other more humanoid anatomy, upon which this story focuses on...

It got annoying some mornings. Be in the middle of some relaxing dream, when gradually you start feeling as if your chest was a pair of water balloons about ready to pop.

Her eyes shot open. Gently, she shifted. The movement of weight in her bust was all she needed to know. She was full to the brim, yet again.

Just remember, AJ. This is gonna see th' farm well past Cider Season. is what she tried to tell herself. Instead it came out more of a "Hrrmmgfffgmble..."

At length, she stumbled out of bed. With all the grace of a zombie set out to thaw, she made her way to the restroom, to relieve herself in more ways than one.

Staring at her bedraggled image in the mirror, she could see the issue. Her pajamas were stretched tightly around her chest. Again. The buttons were straining, leaving gaps which revealed a deep line of freckled cleavage in full view. Again. And capping each of her mounds, was a dark and moist stain, tinted gold by leaked produce. Again.

She dragged out a couple pails from beneath the counter and sat herself on the toilet lid. With practiced movements now, she unbuttoned her top, allowing her breasts to fall free, each one easily bigger than her head. And then without further ceremony, she grasped each one in a hand, positioned them over the buckets, and squeezed.

Dark brown nipples reacted instantly, unloading sprays of sweet golden beverage from within them, the aroma of apples and spices rising sharply in the air. Pure apple cider poured from her breasts, cascading into the pails beneath, ready to contain and store for a promised day in the future, when she would finally have enough cider for everypony in town.

If ah'd known that well had a sense o' humor she mused to herself. Ah woulda bucked it clean int' last Tuesday.

Some months earlier...

Applejack had spent the evening strolling the orchard for some time now, alone with her thoughts. They were not happy ones, considering everything that had happened that morning.

Big Macintosh had slipped on a rotten apple the day before, and had thrown out his back in the process. The doctors had said it would take him weeks to recover. This morning, Applebloom had woken up complaining of being stiff and sore. A quick check had revealed her running a high fever, and she had been put back to bed with lots of juice. And Granny... She had almost scared AJ half to death when she hadn't gotten up that morning. It turned out she had stayed way up late the night before, but it was a sobering reminder that her grandmother was not getting any younger.

Cider Season's three months away. she reminded herself. An' ah'm th' only one left on th' farm really able t' do anythin... this ain't lookin' good, no matter how you look at it.

She glanced up at the trees. Even the leaves themselves seemed to be dry and brown, further coloring the shade of doubt in her mind. She could see the apples hanging in their branches, but she now doubted if it was even enough to see the farm through the winter.

... Twi and th' others always said they'd be willin' to come help, if ah really needed it. And it's lookin' like ah may need it too, this year... it wouldn't be a problem. So why am ah feelin' so reluctant?

They had been lucky the year before. The competition with the Flim Flam brothers had produced more barrels of cider than they had ever made before. That was the one year when they truly had enough cider for everypony in town. And it was a feat that she'd dearly love to pull off again...

She strolled out into a clearing in the middle of the orchard. From here, the rows of trees spread out like spokes of a wheel, surrounding and fencing in the area like something of an arena. She could tell Mac had been working here yesterday, there was a wheelbarrow in the middle of the clearing, along with a shovel and two bags of sod, all parked right next to an open-topped well.

"... has that well always been there?"

Curiosity piqued, she ambled over to it, resting a hand upon its rim. It was a rather simple well, its walls made out of stone and clay. She racked her brains, trying to remember if she'd seen it before and used it... for some reason, its presence was strange in her mind...

And then a memory floated to the surface.

Granny Smith standing on the porch, looking out at the orchard, talking to a much younger Applejack. "We got a well out here, y'know? Problem is, we went an' lost it, after ah decided t' make a wish in it."

"But that don't make sense!" the orange filly had exclaimed. "How can y' lose a well? It's dug in th' ground an' everythin'!"

"Ah don't know, sugarcube." her granny had replied. "One day it was there, and th' next, it weren't anymore. Ah reckon it felt it had other places t' be. But that's alright. We managed just fine without it, in th' end. And b'sides..." a glow overtook the elder mare's face. "Mah wish came true, after all... ah met yer grandpappy the very next day~..."

In the present, AJ's eyes widened. Was this it, then? The roaming wishing well that her grandmother had mentioned? If so, it had sure picked a heck of a time to return. She could see the reflection of water in its depths, so she knew it could be used for its intended purpose. Wait till Granny hears about this!

A breeze swept through the clearing, prompting her to stick her hands into her pockets. Doing so, she felt her fingers brush over something metallic in one. Withdrawing it, she saw that she had a single bit with her. And here she was, the farm down on its luck, with a small flame of pride still in her heart...

... y'know... why th' heck not.

She leaned over the well again, peering into its depths. Clamping her hands over the bit, she then made her wish.

"Ah wish that ah can make enough apple cider t' get our family through till Cider Season. Ah hope that never again, will ah run out of Cider, for mah friends and for all of Ponyville."

With that said, she set the bit upon her thumb, and flicked it into the well. It took a few seconds before she heard the telltale 'plink' of water being disturbed. She took a step back, and waited.

Nothing happened.

After standing there for half a minute, she started to feel a little bit silly. She had half-expected flashing lights and fireworks of some sort to start shooting around. Guess when y' live in a world with magic on every corner, yer expectations are a bit higher.

At length, she turned away, and started making her way back to the farmhouse. No wishes may have been granted, but that was okay. A returned well was more than enough help for a farm as beleaguered as hers.

That following morning, she had woken up with the strangest sensation. A soreness, in her breasts.

Half-awake, she sat up in bed, and unbuttoned her top, letting them fall out into her hands. She'd always considered them a decent size for a mare of her build, a steady D-cup for the past five years. Rounded, smooth, with a dusting of freckles along their tops that led down into her cleavage. More than once had Granny told her that it wouldn't hurt to leave a few buttons undone and advertise a little. The farm was her life though, and any pride she had in her bust was kept buttoned down and quiet.

Today, they felt tender. And swollen. Hefting them in her hands, she bit back a noise as an unfamiliar sensation rocked them. They were most definitely heavier than usual. And they filled out her hands more than they had the previous day.

Now ain't THIS a kick in th' pants. she thought to herself. Hope ah ain't comin' down with somethin'. Th' last thing ah need is fer these t' get in th' way.

After a period of adjustment, she finally washed up, dressed, and went downstairs. Granny had been up early it seemed, and was flipping flapjacks. Both Bloom and Mac were seated at the table, both of them wearing a mask of death warmed over.

"Mornin' y'all." she greeted, stifling a yawn, and making a beeline for Bloom to check her head. "How're you doin', t'day'?"

"Mrgble." was all the yellow filly had to say. Her forehead was still warm to the touch, which worried Applejack more. Mac didn't say anything, but then again he didn't have to, his expression and posture told enough.

"We're all hangin' in there, AJ." Granny replied, plating up the last pile of flapjacks, and carrying them over to the table. "Y'all were out late last night though. Anythin' happen out there?"

The well resurfaced in the orange mare's mind. "Ah think somethin' did. Mac, b'fore y' slipped, didja notice if y' put the wheelbarrow in th' spokecenter, next to a well?"

The stallion opened his mouth, before pausing and rubbing his chin. He wasn't sure. "... A well?"

"That's right, a well. Ah found everythin' sittin' next to it last night."

Granny 's eyes were wide. "Yer sayin' you found a well out there?"

"That's what ah'm sayin'." AJ replied, taking a seat and securing herself a couple of pancakes. "Ah cain't remember there bein' a well in th' Spoke before... but ah do remember you tellin' me y'all lost a well once."

Applebloom's face screwed in confusion. "How do y' lose a well?" she asked. "It's all dug int' th' ground an' everythin'."

"Not this well." the green elder replied, taking her own seat. "Ah told AJ 'bout it once, it up and vanished th' day after ah made a wish in it. If it's back, maybe it's ready t' grant another wish?"

AJ made a noncommittal noise. Bloom however, perked up. "M-may we can wish fer me t' get better... or... o-oh, ah know. Ah could get th' girls, an' then we could all wish fer our cutie-marks!" She bounced a little in her seat, more like her usual self.

"Or maybe we could wish fer somethin' a little more long-lastin', like ah did." Granny gave both AJ and Big Macintosh a Look. The kind of look that the both of them had long gotten used to.

The freckled mare ignored it, and placed a hand on Bloom's head. "Ah think wishin' you better's th' thing. Ah'll bring a bit with me t'day and make it fer you. In th' meantime, go ahead an' eat up. Y'need yer strength t' get better, y' know."

The filly nodded, and the family proceeded to dig into their pancakes. It wasn't until halfway through when Big Mac had coughed, and excused himself. Once he had left the table, Granny Smith nudged her granddaughter slightly.

"AJ, darlin'?"

"Yes Granny?"

"Yer button's 'bout t' pop."

She blinked, before looking down at herself.

Sure enough, the button-up shirt she was wearing under her overalls, was being taxed by her bust. Gaps between the buttons showed her line of cleavage. She wasn't certain, but it looked deeper than it had when she first woke up.

"Ah toldja, them spurts sneak up on ya when y' least expect 'em." Granny continued, as Bloom gave a snicker. Applejack could only blush as she acquiesced, unbuttoning the top couple buttons to give herself a little space, her cheeks flushed red as an apple.

Later that afternoon, in the middle of her chores, Applejack found herself having to pause for a few moments. It was getting hard to breathe.

The soreness in her breasts had not let up since that morning. She had shuffled it to the back of her mind, and had worked on through it, carrying out her normal farmyard chores, and Big Mac's as well, all the while ignoring the steadily increasing tightness in her chest.

And it was increasing. She looked down at her bosom once more to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. They seemed to have swollen up even more, the flesh attempting to pillow up between the straps of her overalls. This is too weird by half. What's wrong with me?

She adjusted the straps to give herself a little more room, which resulted in her bust sticking out farther in front of her than it ever had before. This is ridiculous. This is waaay too quick fer a simple 'spurt'. How'm ah supposed t' work with these girls gettin' into th' middle of everythin'?!

She wiped her brow of sweat, at least able to breathe easier now. "Ah've got three more trees t' do. Then, maybe it's time fer a break." she told herself, picking up a stack of bushel baskets and carrying them over to the next tree in line, trying her best to ignore how her breasts were resting upon the load she was toting.

A minute of arrangement underneath the tree, and then she was marching up to its trunk. Sweet Apple Acre's generations-long apple-harvesting techniques had not been lost to time. She flexed her well-toned legs, and then unleashed a kick upon the trunk, sending it shuddering, before a rain of apples fell and filled the carefully-arranged baskets.

The tree wasn't the only thing that shuddered. Her newly-swollen bust quivered and shook from the motion as well, causing her to freeze up and grit her teeth, waiting for the sensations to quiet down.

At length, she moved over to the other side of the trunk, and repeated the procedure. Again, strong legs struck out at the trunk. Again, a rain of apples fell. Again, her breasts were jostled from the force.

She looked up, and spied a small section of apples in the tree that hadn't been felled yet. Taking position beneath them, she sized up the bark, and then delivered a third kick to the tree's core

This time, something happened. As her breasts once more shook inside the confines of her clothing, she felt the pain suddenly throb around two specific points. Her nipples. And then, from out of nowhere, a brand new stinging sensation, like nothing she'd ever felt before, surrounded those tips. Freezing in place once more, she gradually became aware of her shirt feeling soaked, to a degree that couldn't be attributed to sweat alone.

"... what in th' name o' Celestia...?"

She was in the middle of her own property, surrounded by trees. She unhitched her overalls, and almost tore her shirt open, exposing her swollen jugs once more. And she had to bite back a gasp as she saw them. Jugs they had indeed become, twice as big as they had started out this morning. Cupping them, they overflowed her hands, the freckles stretched across their firm surfaces. And they were firm, only a bit of sag giving any hint to their weight. From the tips of her nipples, came a steady drip of fluid... the source of her shirt's sudden dampness.

"... I'm lactating." was the shocked answer she gave herself, looking down at her swollen tits, grasping the shirt in another hand. "Of all th' things... Ah'm lactatin'! O-oh goddess... h-how?" she asked herself, tracing the curvature of her left breast gently with her fingers. Of all the things to have happened to everypony on the farm, it had seemed fate had given her the strangest one of all, mammaries heavy and leaking, like a needy cow ready for the pump...

"... wait a minute."

The memory of milking cows triggered alarm bells in her mind. If she was lactating... then shouldn't there be the smell of fresh milk?

She looked at the garment that she was holding in her hand, and proceeded to unfold it. Held up, she could easily see the two dark spots on its front that had been formed from her gushing nipples. She brought it up to her muzzle, and inhaled.

Nothing but the aroma of her own clean sweat, apples, and cider spices.

... cider spices...

Very slowly she put the shirt down, and looked at her breasts again. Very slowly did she bring a hand up to one of her swollen breasts to lift it. And very slowly did she heft it up, putting her own darkened nipple in her face, before letting her fingers dig in, giving herself a squeeze.

The stinging sensation returned. What flowed from the pores upon her nipple was not creamy white, but clear and golden, the pressure within meaning very little effort had to be given to make it spray all over her face, and upon her tongue.

Fresh apple cider.

She dropped it in shock, which only served to make it spray a little more, its twin suddenly reacting in kind. Dual showers of amber fell to the ground as she stared at them in shock, her mouth working in silence before...

"Jumpin' sweet Johnathan Jehoshaphats, mah tits are lactating apple cider!!"

Everything immediately after that was a blur to AJ. She probably fainted, if she was to be honest with herself. Things were not any better upon waking up though, her breasts still swollen, and her nipples still leaking drops of gold.

She usually considered herself a quick thinker in times of crisis, but as this was something that was affecting her physically, she was embarrassingly slow to gather herself. It took a good few minutes before she worked out what she needed to do.

Twilight. Twilight can fix this, ah'll bet. Maybe even tell me how it started. A-ah... Ah need t' get to Twi. Need t' go into town. She got herself on her knees, the heavy swaying of her breasts upsetting her balance. Like this? Ah'll never get back into mah shirt like this...

... ah need t' empty 'em first...

Haltingly, she placed her hands upon her breasts again. Having milked cows before, she knew what she needed to do. It was just that she'd never had to do it on herself. Cupping the underside of her left breast, she stroked it all the way down to the nipple, which granted her a whole new suite of sensations as the teat more or less erupted in a shower of gold, the contents of her breast quickly watering the ground. She was unable to hold back a groan from the assault upon her already-taxed mind.

Each time she stroked, she tried to divorce her task from the sensations overwhelming her, and each time, she was unprepared for the waves that she was receiving from her chest. It was a torture, she felt, that she had no idea how she was going to make through.

But make through she did. At length, the pressure lessened from her breasts, and she looked down upon them again to note, to her pleasure, that they were much reduced. Not quite her old size yet, but smaller than they had been. What'd that be, E-cup? Would need t' measure again.

It was small enough for her to slip her shirt back on again. The stain from earlier had not dried completely yet, but she was in no mood to wait. Clambering to her hooves, she left the baskets where they were, and took off through the Acres in the direction of the gate, firmly in her mind to make a beeline from the farm into town, and into Twilight's place.

Doing so took her into the clearing of the Spoke again. Passing through it, arms crossed over her chest, she glanced through it once before skidding to a stop and doing a double-take, her heart sinking at what she saw.

The well was gone.