Sonata woke up with a start, the images of Equestria fading from her mind. She still could remember it though, the memories haunting her dreams. Of Starswirl smiling at her, tricking her to play more of his game, until he had enough of her energy to banish all three of them. Her and her sisters, and all her fault.
That’s probably why she now lived in a homeless shelter in the tunnels of the subway, alone. Adagio had almost instantly wanted her to get away, as she could use the odds being in her favor if she were to ever get home. As for Aria.... Sonata shut her eyes. Aria was always a bitch, but unbeknownst to Adagio, the two had actually grown close. She had made her decision too though, at least for now, and went with Adagio.
Not that she blamed her. Sonata had tried offering plans to get back into power, but each one was torn apart by Adagio. Add to that the fact that all Aria had to let her be… her, was the power, and she knew why Aria sought protection, and a more guaranteed way forward.
So now, the blue siren sat in her little corner, and knew she had to go back to bed. If she didn’t, she could be tired for tomorrow, when she tried to go back to Canterlot High, and maybe, just maybe, make some friends. It would mean a lot of choices though; a lot of choices she would probably just fuck up.
As Sonata went to close her eyes though, a message appeared before her.
X: Stay awake, and get ready for school. You want to be there bright and early.
O: You need the sleep if you want to be able to stay awake in class, so head back to bed.
Sonata stood up tall, stretching herself out. On the plus side, while she had packed sparingly for her new life, she still had her jammies. They were yellow, bright as the sun, and had little dolphins that would carry her to sleep each night. Unfortunately, as they’d never been able to stay still long enough to get a special order done on a pair, her massive breasts forced her to keep a few buttons undone, and showed plenty of cleavage. Her jammies were not appropriate for school though, especially since she was extra comfy in them due to the lack of undergarments.
She soon saw though, that something might just disagree.
X: Wear my jammies to school. They’re comfy and cute!
O: Wear the nice, normal skirt and t-shirt that I had planned.
V: Wear that outfit for when Adagio wanted to start riots.
Y: Wear my white shirt with a sun on it as a sign of peace, and some yoga pants. Though, those are tight, so they’re only comfy if I go without undies, and I don’t want to have to try class uncomfortable yet.
Sonata bent behind her open suitcase, trying to use it to hide her body, though it wasn’t very easy. The bottom half wasn’t too hard as she forced the nice, black, tight fabric over her legs, and felt the band smack against her thighs. She hadn’t been able to wear them for a bit, and, as she slightly feared, all the misery from Canterlot High had left her with slightly wider thighs. That, or rummaging through Taco Tuesday trash bins.
Her chest was a different matter, though none of the guys there said anything. They had tried something with the luscious bodied girl before, until they found out that Sonata, having a thousand years to not do much, knew about… all of the martial arts styles. So, they simply enjoyed the show of her massive bosom as it bounced about.
Once covered though, Sonata nodded to herself, happy with her looks. She bent over, stuffing bits and pieces into her suitcase, with a slight sigh as she realized she would need to lug it with her to school. Meanwhile, Hobo Joe, the one who’d shown her the best trash bins to go to, was getting his just reward as the yoga pants outlined her thin cameltoe very well.
It could not last forever though, and the conscious homeless waved their new goddess away as she left for school.
X: If I wait in the front, I can see everyone as they walk in!
O: If I wait in the back, I can make sure only the right people see me, at least before class.
V: It’s kind of nippy though, so maybe I can find an unlocked door in the school, and wait where it’s warmer?
Sonata stood before the statue of the stallion, clouds of mist in front of her face from the cold air. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds at this point, as she decided not to wear a jacket, but she didn’t really think about the repercussions to that as she examined the stone work. If she were honest, she was kind of sad not to see a twelve inch shlong between his hind legs. It would be much more fitting.
X: While I wait, I should exercise!
O: While I wait, I should think, make a plan, get prepared for the day.
Sonata leaned back, looking to the fall sky as she let her mind wander. It would be Winter soon, but the subway was low enough that it shouldn’t get too cold, or so she hoped. What would be worse would be the walk to school, through deep snow drifts, and she didn’t have any snow gear. It would be the first time she would get to play in the snow though. Adagio always had them go south when it got cold. Said it was safer.
She always knew what was safer. Always knew what they needed to do. The only times they were chased out of a place was when they listened to Sonata. Sure, her ideas were fun, but time, after time, after time it had just led to ruin, and harm.
She tried to shut her eyes against the painful memories, but that only made the water building them come together, and she could feel the salty tears creep to the edges of her eyes. If Aria was here, she would mock her for getting so emotional. Tell her how stupid she was being.
By the time Applejack got there, early so she could bring in some cider for a class celebration she had later today, Sonata was curled up against the statue, and only her sobbing told the farm girl that she was there.
“Hey, aren’t you one of those sirens?”
Sonata looked up, seeing Applejack, her head tilted to one side as she raised an eyebrow.
X: Tell her it’s none of her business. Yell at her to go away. I don’t need more pain.
O: Confide in her. Maybe, just maybe I’ll have some dumb luck, and she’ll accept my apology like Luna and Celestia did.
Sonata swallowed hard, her body shaking. She had to give it a shot, at the very least a chance. She didn’t want… no, couldn’t have more enemies. She didn’t know what she would do, even with Hobo Bob back at the shelter. So, she set her jaw, and whispered, “Ye-yes?”
Applejack’s curiosity melted away as she heard the utter misery in the one word, and knelt down. Before she said anything, she reached into the box in her arms, pulling out a fresh, still warm, apple fritter, and a cider for her. “Here. You look like you haven’t been eating well.”
Sonata stared in stunned amazement at the fritter being held out to her. Here was Applejack, one of the girls she and the other sirens had hurt the most with her actions, offering her some food in her moment of deepest misery without asking for anything in return. Sonata stared at the fritter and saw so much more than that. It was a lifeline, a golden sacrifice, an olive branch with a dove resting upon it…
“Well, are you going to take it?”
She couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a despairing wail, she threw her arms around Applejack, buried her face against her chest, and wept bitter tears of loneliness and regret. It all came pouring out in a jumbled mess. The pain of losing her magic, it being her fault that she and the others had been banished here, the hurtful words when Adagio and Aria turned their backs on her, the desperate loneliness… She wasn’t sure if she was making any sense, but the dam had broken and a thousand and more years worth of loneliness and pain came pouring out.
Applejack, for her part, just listened, patting her on the back as the girl let out the pain. Of course, as she didn’t know how others might react to the siren being there, or for that matter, how they would react to seeing her comforting Sonata, soon led her inside, and into one of the classrooms. There, Sonata was able to let it all out, even as she made the farm girl uncomfortable by nuzzling into her apples.
Unfortunately, Applejack still had to go, telling Sonata that, “It would all be okay if she just tried to make it that way,” before heading to class. She hadn’t heard about the homelessness, as Sonata’s mind had focused on other things, but the words warmed her heart, and she was able to leave the abandoned classroom, and head to her first period, with a smile on.
Sonata trembled a little bit as she stood before her math class. Most of them were giving her dirty looks, obviously remembering old wounds, even though Cheerilee really had tried to make her out to be a nice girl. Now was her moment to speak though, and actually introduce herself.
X: Bow to the crowd as she greets them.
O: Flash them as she says hello.
V: Wave frantically, because that’s always fun, and looks good in the animes she has seen.
Sonata shot one hand way up, and began waving it like a madwoman as she grinned at the class. Most just rolled her eyes, but for those paying attention, the fact that the big breasted bitch (to them) was not wearing a bra became very apparent, as her jugs bounced and jostled with the freedom and momentum that such heavy mounds can achieve.
With her greeting out of the way, and her having achieved to even make a yellow boy smile wide at her, she returned to her seat at the back of the room. Her focus would be sharp, her mind ready, and…
In five minutes, she wondered why school existed, and what in the world she would do.
X: Think about Applejack’s soft mounds.
O: Think about the stallion cocks that should have been on the statue.
V: Actually pay attention to the yellow stallion who is smiling at her and subtly waving.
Sonata waved at the boy, who nodded, his own, bacon colored hair bouncing a little bit as he did so. He then searched through his bag, before pulling out a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils. Sonata got to watch him work furiously, before he held up a sign to her saying, My name is Flim, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you like bouncing like you did at the start of class?
Sonata glanced at Flim curiously, the politeness intriguing her. She had to admit, bouncing up and down was certainly more fun than sitting still, and, at the very least, trying to be exuberant could help her make a good impression on others, right? Deciding that made a good answer, she nodded eagerly.
Flim nodded, his smile growing as his plan started forming more and more in his mind. He quickly scrawled down another message, before showing her, From that position, give me the best smile you can, and show me what you would do to best get my attention. This is important.
X: Smile at him as brightly as I can, while bouncing in my seat. It worked for the class introduction after all.
O: Pout and cross my arms, squeezing my giant tits together as I try to look cute. Though, without my bra and the lighting, it could show my nipples.
V: Screw worrying about my nipples! The teacher isn’t looking, and Adagio would pull up my shirt all the time if she needed a guy instantly in a trance, so that would definitely do the trick.
Sonata crossed her arms in front of her, only momentarily letting her mind slip back to the hard times following the Battle of the Bands. She was done moping for the day, and so brought herself back very quickly. This was not without getting tears to the edges of her eyes, tears that made Flim smile, as they proved she could act.
He scanned her body for another moment. Fat thighs to accompany that massive rack, the ability to be super exuberant and innocent, to being able to look sad and in need like this, and either nipples so large they were outlined through her bra, or free enough to discard it all together, and Flim could only come up with one word.
Perfect.
Say, I think you show great potential that has yet to be tapped into. If you want, come after school, and we can continue the interview. With your talent though, the job should be yours.
X: Yes! A job would be amazing!
O: Maybe. I don’t know much about this Flim guy, but I could use the work.
V: No. A job could help, but with what Hobo Bob showed me, I could, and should, focus on friends and school instead.
Sonata pursed her lips for a moment. She didn’t know why he needed to see how she would get his attention, but Adagio loved using her for that purpose, and that could turn south sometimes. However, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity, and quickly scribbled on the notebook in front of her, I’ll come, but I won’t just accept.
Flim nodded, though a small pang of annoyance ran through him as he realized that the bimbo looking girl did not quite have the mind to match. Not that that would be an issue for him and his brother. So, he wrote down on his own sheet again, and showed, Sounds absolutely wonderful! And, if you have any questions, I’ll check behind me every few minutes until class is over. With that relayed, he turned back to the math teacher, and tried to absorb what he could from what was left.
X: Talk to Flim. It wouldn’t be bad to get to know my possible boss.
O: Focus on other things, like how nuzzling into Applejack’s chest felt so much better than Aria’s.
V: Focus on the class. Work and sex can come later, but I need to learn!
Sonata set her jaw firm as she stared to the chalkboard. She hadn’t gone to school like the other sirens over the centuries, but she wasn’t that dumb. She could learn human math, just like she had learned everything else. All she had to do was focus!
By the end of the half hour of focus, Flim decided that his hopeful new star might need a cool towelette, as most people were currently betting on when the smoke coming from her head would turn to fire.
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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