Sonata’s stomach had been grumbling since the second she’d set foot in the room. She knew what this class was about. In fact, Luna had made absolute certain that she did, because, other than the free lunch program, it was the best way to make sure she got some level of food each day that she came to school. And, to that end, while normally it would be a few weeks until they started baking, the teacher was going to have them make something rather simple today.

Cookies.

To this end though, they’d also had to fill out forms letting them know their experience in the kitchen, to which, Sonata had none. Of course, none of the Sirens did. Adagio would never be caught dead cooking, if Aria did, she wouldn’t share, and anytime there was a kitchen available, they feared Sonata would burn the whole place to the ground through it… again.

They’d also had to put down who they most hoped to be partnered with, but not even the little choice screen came up to help her with that. And, for a moment, she had felt her isolation again. The fact that she still knew no one there, and Applejack wasn’t there to help her either.

That’s when a soft, quiet voice said, “P-put my name down.”

Sonata had almost flung herself out of her chair out of surprise, and then was just someone stunned as she looked at one of the few girls in school, or town for that matter, that could contest with her huge rack: Fluttershy.

X: Jump up and glomp her. I’m excited that another element is willing to be my friend.

O: Smile wide and say sure. No reason to get too excited I guess.

V: Say thanks, but no. It might hurt, but I’ve seen how shy the poor girl is, and I don’t want to scare her because I’m too loud.

Sonata, now recomposed, narrowed her eyes, tensed her muscles, and leapt like a predator at it’s prey. Soon, the sound of crashing chairs filled the room as she damn near body slammed Fluttershy. There, with Fluttershy’s head stuffed into her chest, she squeezed the poor girl and started yelling, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Fluttershy mumbled something, but it was lost in the massive mounds that she was buried in. Not that Sonata would allow that to continue, not when she had more thanks to give. She reached down, grabbed Fluttershy’s shoulder, and then popped her into a sitting position in front of her, as if like the poor girl was just a cartoon character.

X: MORE HUGS!

O: The biggest smile I can give, and my hands on her shoulders as I say thank you one more time.

Sonata settled herself, making the rising, primal desire to hug be forced back into its cage. One day, she would let it all out, but that would not be today. Instead, while still close enough that their breasts pressed lightly against each other, Sonata grabbed Fluttershy’s shoulder, and gave her the largest smile she could. “Thank you.”

Fluttershy, her face crimson, smiled back. Applejack had been the one to warn her that Sonata would be in her home ec. Class, and had asked her to help, and she had honestly expected worse than this. Still, it wasn’t the easiest, especially since she could feel the rest of the class’s eyes on them, but she still just replied with, “You’re welcome.”

Sonata grinned one more time, before the teacher said, “Well, Fluttershy, Sonata, if it’s okay with you, may we continue class?”

With a small meep from both girls, it was decided that they could, and that the two would indeed become partners for the semester. Then recipes and cooking stations were given, and the class was set to work.

Fluttershy, knowing that she would need to take lead, told Sonata to simply start prepping the ingredients, and to ask questions as she had them. Of course, Sonata wasn’t a complete idiot, and, for the most part, was able to grab everything without a second thought.

Until she got to the milk, where her command board had to have a second thought.

X: Just use the normal milk. It’s what the recipe calls for anyways.

O: Ask Fluttershy if she has ever tried using breast milk before, and if it would ruin the recipe.

V: Use Breast Milk… or try at least. I’ve never lactated before, but I’ve heard that girls with tits as big as mine can, and breast milk is supposed to be the best milk.

Sonata glanced around, but, fortunately, none of her other classmates could see her, and Fluttershy was distracted with more prep work. The placement of the two in the back corner was intentional by the teacher though, so as to stop them from causing a fuss or distracting anyone else. This also meant, as Sonata lifted up her shirt, no one was looking at her massive tits as they bounced out.

She slowly slid the milk back into the fridge, trying to be sneaky. She did it slowly though, because, before she could put it away, she wanted to use it as an ice pack. All she knew about milking after all was that you needed a teat, milk in the breast, and to pull, so the cold plastic, firmly pressed against her breast, one at a time could do that. It was a little uncomfortable to chill her breast, but the idea that anyone could see what she was doing right now also sent shivers up her spine, and heat in her loins.

Once satisfied that her nipples could cut diamonds, she put the milk back, happy to know that there would be more for the other classes. She then went back to her measuring cup, and took a deep breath in. While she prepared herself, her hands slowly caressed her bosom, running along the long curvature of her massive mounds. Until they reached the nipples.

And then she pulled.

Her eyes shot open at the sudden excitement that burned through her body from the rough tug, but she bit into her lip, determined to not make a noise. She grabbed the nipples harder, and pulled again, even harder this time. It was a little painful, but also extremely erotic to her, and she could feel her legs tremble.

But no milk came out.

X: Keep trying on the teats. It is how cows are milked, so same should go for me.

O: Try more of a grip higher up on my chest. Maybe I need to help it get to the nipples first?

V: Stop. If I get caught, I don’t know what they’ll do to me.

Sonata took in a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. Her hands moved back, before reaching around as much of her breasts as they could. For once in her life, looking at her half wrapped tits, she wished she could be smaller, so this might be easier. She wasn’t about to be undeterred though, and gripped them firmly.

It was just as bad with the arousal, if not more so, to push/pull on them like this. First she tried together, pushing them as one force, and squeezing her tits against each other. The friction created by them felt nice, but not only was she still not ending up with a product, but the heat made her concerned about her nipples becoming soft.

So next, she used both hands on one breast each, and began to push it, trying to squeeze it like a tube of toothpaste. Even this didn’t work, and at this point, holding back her voice was becoming almost impossible. Not only that, but she was so wet, she bet she was staining her pants.

Even worse, Fluttershy asked at this moment, “Sonata, can I get the milk?”

X: “One more moment!” I will put all of my strength into this!

O: “Umm, yeah, but I need your help.” Maybe two of us working on it will work?

V: “Yeah, just one more minute.” I need to admit that I’m not lactating, and just use the normal milk.

Fluttershy paused for a moment, confused as to why Sonata might need help. When she turned around, she thought she knew why. Or, would, if the idea to her wasn’t absolutely insane.

Sonata saw the look of utter fear and confusion on her face, and held a hand out. “Wait, Fluttershy, hear me out. I-I wanted to do this because it lets the other classes have more milk, it should taste better, so our cookies taste better, and we’ll get an A, and…” She paused for a moment, not really liking her last reason, but she had to say it. “And, if I can get myself to start milking, I’ll always have something better to drink, even at home.”

That stopped Fluttershy. The other reasons weren’t important enough to her to let this slide. But, Sonata was homeless, and breast milk was very rich in vitamins, so it would help her stay healthy. On top of that, if somehow this actually worked, Sonata should have an easier time getting the milk out once the process was done once.

For that end, Fluttershy hung her head in resignation, and whispered, “Turn around.”

Sonata easily spun on her heel, her breasts almost knocking the measuring cup over as they flopped wildly. Then she took a firm hold of them again, preferring the toothpaste method over her nipples. She then felt a second pair of hands that shook slightly. They started at the bottom of her breast, gently prodding it with her fingers, before they made it around, and rested on Sonata’s hands.

“O-On th-three?”

Sonata nodded, and tensed her muscles. “One, two, three!”

And finally, with both girls pushing, (and the command board’s help), it happened. A glorious squirt of white, creamy milk escaped Sonata’s perky nipples. Once it started though, it was pretty hard to stop, coming out as a pretty consistent stream afterwards. Fluttershy had to do this part really, as Sonata had almost screamed as her body shuddered from the bliss that was being milked, and her arousal dripped to the floor when it overcame the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

Once all they needed was done, Fluttershy pulled herself away, red as a turnip, and began taking care of the final bits of preparation while Sonata took care of herself.

X: Excuse myself to the bathroom. Not only do I need to take care of myself, but I want to try some of this milk.

O: Sample my product now. I’m so curious!

V: Gently hug Fluttershy and thank her for her help. It was really nice of her.

Y: Glomp Fluttershy, so she knows my appreciation.

Sonata gently grabbed her left breast in her hand, breathing heavily still. If she were much smaller, this wouldn’t have been possible, but with her size, she could lift the perky, dripping nipple to her mouth, and clasp her lips around it.

Immediately, she moaned. She couldn’t help it though, as not only did sucking on her own nipple feel incredible but her milk tasted just as good! She gave it a long draft, shuddering as she leaned against the counter, and drank in the abundant amount of milk.

At least, until she heard a small whimper, and saw Fluttershy looking like she was about to pass out from embarrassment.

X: Hug her tight, and apologize. She helped me, and I shouldn’t be taking advantage like this.

O: Drop my shirt, and pretend like I didn’t do what I just did. She probably doesn’t want to talk about it anyways.

V: Keep going. They’re my breasts, and I’ll do what I want with them.

Sonata lowered her shirt, feeling embarrassed as she kicked the counter for a moment. Fluttershy looked away, and slid the pan of cookies into the tray. When she stood up though, she felt a pair of surprisingly strong arms wrap around her, and squeeze her tight.

Sonata took in a deep as she snuggled into Fluttershy’s hair, and her massive mounds pressed against her back. She could feel the girl beneath her getting warmer, but she didn’t care. Aria even had to learn that when Sonata wanted to say something meaningful, she always did it in a hug.

She squeezed Fluttershy one more time, before whispering, “Thanks. I know it couldn’t have been easy for you.”

Fluttershy smiled slightly at that, despite thinking she might also pass out, and squeezed one of Sonata’s hands. “I’m… I’m just happy I could help a friend.”

X: Let her go. We have cookies to finish.

O: Give her breasts a squeeze, and try to lighten the mood a little. We can’t finish cookies while being somber anyways!

Sonata reached just a bit higher, and squeeze Fluttershy’s ample bosom. Before she could get a joke out, or anything like that, a few things happened.

First, a stream of milk (once more with the help of the command board) came out of Fluttershy’s teats now.

Second, Fluttershy became much heavier in her arms.

And then third, the poor girl lost consciousness.

A half an hour later, when she woke up, Fluttershy was greeted with a plate of cookies, slightly burnt, but still wonderful, an apology note, and a very odd craving as she caressed her own bosom, and couldn’t get the idea of sucking on them, or, better yet, another pair out of her mind.

And even worse, this wasn’t the first time she’d squeezed her tits, hoping they’d lactate.

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