After reading Chrome’s letter, Sweetie Belle’s friends were surprised when she grabbed up her jacket, and rushed from their room.

An hour had passed, and after a short detour to the student union, the overly-voluptuous pony found herself standing outside Chrome’s door, a sealed envelope in her hands.

Should I knock? she thought to herself. I probably shouldn’t. He could still be sleeping after all that questioning.

Lowering herself to the floor, she slid the envelope under the door, before carefully hoisting herself back up.

She hadn’t gotten more than 10 steps down the hall when she heard the sound of locks clicking, and a door opening. Turning around, she saw Chrome peering out at her through the open doorway!

“Hi,” he said, waving.

“Hi,” she replied, waving back. “I thought, you were asleep.”

“Tried to sleep, but just got a few hours after I got back. Just been…on the couch, trying to get back to sleep.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’ll just go-“

“Don’t!…go,” he said, before holding up her envelope. “Is this yours?”

“Yeah.”

As he began to open it, a sudden panic settled over Sweetie’s face.

“Wait!” she said, before bouncing over, plucking the envelope out of his hands and pocketing it. “It’s just…gibberish.”

There was an awkward silence between them that seemed to last for an eternity.

“Would you like to come in?” offered Chrome. “I can make some coffee.”

“I had some tea, but water would be alright,” said Sweetie, before looking apprehensive. “I, also need to use your bathroom.”

Soon, Sweetie Belle was sitting on a chair holding a glass of water, while Chrome had moved over to his bed.

“What’s that?” he asked, seeing her wrist brace.

“Oh, I had my wrist examined after what Brawny did,” she replied.

“That…that…,” said Chrome, his breathing getting labored. “Next time I see him-“

“No!” said Sweetie, holding out her hand as if she could physically stop the large stallion. “Don’t make things worse…please? It’s not serious. I just need to wear it for a few weeks.”

“Even so, it feels like they won’t give him the proper punishment he deserves.”

“Um…so, what happened afterwards?” she asked with a gulp. “It’s fine if you don’t want-“

“Well the short version is I was reprimanded for not restraining that moron,” huffed Chrome. “They grilled me until the sun came up, and then decided that I should be awarded additional cleaning duties for the rest of the semester. And, I have to stay on a few weeks after the semester.”

“Oh geez. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, getting to his hooves. “Besides, that dummy didn’t count on…these moves.”

Chrome suddenly disappeared in a yellow glow, and reappeared over by the fridge. Needless to say, Sweetie Belle felt a smile form on her face.

“So, when did you learn how to do that?” she asked.

“When I had some spare time,” he replied, pulling a bottle out of the fridge. “Decided to do a little extra studying after you started helping me.”

“It probably won’t get you any extra credit with Twilight, but, I will admit, seeing you do that the other night? I was impressed.”

Chrome felt his pants tighten a bit at that compliment.

“I had hoped to show you at the end of the night,” he said. “Guess getting in that fight was more impressive.”

“Now don’t you go starting fights to show off,” she warned.

“I won’t,” he chuckled. “I got more common sense than to do that.”

“Are You sure?”

“Sure I’m sure,” he said, before his eyes casually darted down to her chest. “You know, not to change the subject, but you look a bit full.”

“How can you tell that?” she asked, taking a gulp of water.

“Oh, well, it’s just um…I can tell?”

“I suppose that makes sense, given you’ve seen me topless several times. Maybe I should schedule time at the hospital for a milking soon. Then again, maybe I can wait a few days and see what that nurse at the hospital says about me.”

“What nurse?”

“Oh, the one that oversees the wet nurse program at the hospital.”

“So, you took Daisy’s advice?” chuckled Chrome.

“Yes, I looked into it when I got my wrist examined. They just need to run some tests on my milk and blood to make sure I’m healthy.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” smiled Chrome. “You seem pretty healthy to me. Still…wish we could have done some more dancing.”

“Maybe we can in the future,” said Sweetie Belle. “Anyways, I think I should get back to the girls.”

“Want to get to them quickly?” asked Chrome.

“Quicker than walking?”

It was then that he tapped his horn.

“Are you sure you’re up to that?” she asked.

“Hey, if I can handle myself around Brawny, I think it’s safe to say I got this teleportation magic down-pat,” he smiled.

“Teleporting yourself is one thing, but doing the two of us takes a bit more energy and concentration.”

“I guess I have to learn sometime,” he replied, holding out his hands.

Sweetie thought for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders.

“Alright,” she said, taking his hands. “Think you can send us to the hall outside my room?”

“Piece of cake,” smiled Chrome.

As he pulled her a little closer, his horn began to glow yellow. Brighter and brighter it shone, before there was a sudden flash of light!

The flash dissipated, but Chrome and Sweetie suddenly found themselves drenched in water. Seconds later, a cacophony of screams was heard around them!

Chrome tried to wipe the water from his eyes, and saw several naked ponies, covering themselves and screaming!

Suddenly, he felt Sweetie’s arms on his biceps, and there was a sudden flash of green light!

The patter of water and screaming was replaced by flying papers as a familiar room appeared, and Scootaloo and Applebloom stared at both of them!

“Where did you two just come from?” asked Scootaloo.

Chrome assessed his and Sweetie’s clothing, which were thoroughly soaked through, and dripping all over the floor.

“Girls,” said Sweetie Belle, “we’re going to need some towels, and then some blankets. We took a little detour getting back here.”

It was a few days later that Sweetie Belle returned to the hospital to check on her test results. Nurse Swaddling was on duty, and had informed the full-figured filly, that she was approved for wet nurse services.

Sweetie decided to make an appointment for the following Saturday, and when she arrived, was directed to the appropriate floor. She was checking in at the nurses office, when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Sweetie Belle!?”

She turned, and found Daisy May rushing towards her. Moments later, the excitable, petite pony was squeezing her in a hug!

“Daisy,” said Sweetie, as she wriggled out of the embrace. “I was, wondering if I was going to see you here.”

“Me too! I mean, I wondered if I would see YOU here. I saw your name on the volunteer list for this weekend, and here you are! I was just about to take my lunch break, but you know what? I’ll hold off and we can help some little babies get some lunch instead!”

“Um…sure,” chuckled Sweetie, as Daisy took her hand, and pulled her down the hall.

They hadn’t gotten far when Daisy stopped in front of the main nursery observation window, and looked in on a few dozen infants.

“Oh I just can’t get enough of seeing these little cuties!” she squeaked.

Sweetie politely stood by her side, until Daisy remembered why she was holding her hand, and yanked her into one of the nursing rooms.

“Sweet Celestia!” exclaimed Daisy, once Sweetie had fully removed her bra. “I didn’t think they-you were really that large!”

“Mm-hmm,” nodded Sweetie. “And as you can see, they extend out further than I can reach, so it’s great you’re here to help me.”

“Mm-hmm,” repeated Daisy, who suddenly reached down and attempted to lift one of the filly’s breasts.

“Um, is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah-yeah,” said Daisy, pulling her hands back and watching the mammary bounce against Sweetie’s thigh, “I apologize, I, was just wondering how heavy you-they are. Now, relax in that chair, and I’ll get our first guest, okay?”

And with that, Daisy exited the room. Some time later, Daisy, she returned with a little orange colt with some faint tufts of green hair.

“This little guy is Muffin Top,” she said. “Poor baby, his Mama didn’t make it. But it’s gonna be okay Muffie, your Auntie Daisy and Auntie Sweetie are going to give you some love and nummy-nums!”

“Can I, see him?” asked Sweetie.

“Of course you can,” said Daisy. “Muffie, Auntie Sweetie is gonna take good care of you.”

Sweetie smiled as the little colt was placed in her arms.

“H-hi,” she said, as his little brown eyes and hands darted around. Suddenly, his fingers found her left nostril, and Sweetie winced as two of Muffin’s fingers went up it, causing Sweetie to sneeze, and the little baby to laugh!

“I think he likes you!” said Daisy, tickling his stomach. “I think someone’s gonna be a great Mommy someday.”

“Oh, come on, Daisy,” said Sweetie, handing him back.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want some little ones of your own?”

“Maybe after college, but not right now.”

“And what does Chrome think?”

“We-he-I, haven’t discussed that,” she said, defensively. “We’re just friends, remember?”

“Oh-right-right,” blushed Daisy, before hearing Muffin begin to cry. “Oh-oh-oh, someone’s hungry. Which breast should he suckle from?”

“Umm…the right one?” blushed Sweetie.

Daisy maneuvered herself around, and slowly moved the baby close to the silvery-grey nipple of Sweetie’s choosing. As she watched, the baby seemed to become less noisy, his little arms spasming as if trying to reach for something.

“Is he alright?” asked Sweetie.

“I think he’s getting used to your scent,” replied Daisy. “Little guy’s probably also never seen one this big before.”

Holding his muzzle close to the nipple, Daisy rubbed his muzzle against it gently. Muffin cooed a few times, then his lips began to move, and soon he was suckling away.

“Good boy!” smiled Daisy. “Bet it’s nice and tasty! You okay, Sweetie Belle?”

“It…feels a little…ticklish?” blushed the full filly. “And a little weird?”

“Well try to relax, I hear these little ones can sense when Mama is tense. Say, how’s Chrome doing after that thing at the dance?”

Way to not make Mama feel tense, thought Sweetie to herself.

“Did you see what happened?” asked Sweetie.

“No, by the time we got around to joining the crowd, it was all over. Gold Dust said her date heard afterwards that Chrome got more stuff to do. Stinks really, what with finals coming up.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“I am telling you about it.”

“Um, well-yeah I mean, he told me too.”

“Sorry you didn’t get to really enjoy the dance. Did you even get a goodnight kiss?”

“No, Chrome was being questioned, and I was escorted home on Shining Armors orders.”

“He seemed nice. Princess Cadence got real lucky with him.”

“Yeah-oh!” exclaimed Sweetie. “He’s, really sucking hard.”

“Shining Armor?”

“No-Muffin.”

“Oh no, Muffin-Muffin-Muffin,” said Daisy getting the picture, looking down and pulling back the little foal from nearly being buried in nipple. “Guess he really likes you. He was burying his face right into your breast!”

“So, how many babies will I have to feed today?” asked Sweetie.

“Oh there’s quite a few,” replied Daisy. “With the amount of milk it looks like you have, I bet you could probably feed eight, if you’re up for it.”

“Maybe I could do a few more. Could I perhaps, donate my milk to them for later?”

“Sure! I can go down to the station and get the pump when you feel like it.”

“No, no pumps. I don’t like the way they…tug.”

“Then how do you milk yourself?”

“I need a good set of hands, and a bucket,” sighed Sweetie Belle.

“And what was that sigh for?” asked Daisy. “Are you keeping milking secrets from me, Sweetie Belle?”

“Um, I…,” stammered a red-faced filly.

“I knew it! The way you were acting around Chrome at the dance, something was up!”

“Nothing’s…up. He’s just been, helpful when I needed it.”

“Oh, I sense a story! Come on, you can tell me!”

Suddenly, Muffin began to cry loudly.

“Oh, are you full, honey?” asked Daisy, forgetting the interrogation, and started to rock her fussy charge back-and-forth. However, after a few minutes, he wouldn’t stop. Daisy tried burping him, but he still kept crying.

“Oh dear,” said Daisy, looking perplexed. “Come on Muffie, it’s alright, it’s okay.”

“Let me try something,” said Sweetie Belle. “Give him to me.”

Reluctantly, Daisy handed over Muffin, and Sweetie began to gently rock him in her arms. And then, she began to sing:

Calm yourself, my little one, Close your eyes and dream.
Away you’ll float, on a sailing boat, Amid a starry stream.

She repeated the words several times, and soon, Muffin had stopped fussing, his little eyes focused on the face looking down on him.

“All better?” smiled Sweetie Belle.

Nearby, Daisy’s mouth hung open.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” she exclaimed, before lowering her voice as Sweetie made a shushing expression.

“I don’t do it much anymore,” said Sweetie, passing Muffin back.

“Well I think you sound amazing. Now I’ll go and take Muffie back for a nap. Want me to get another baby?”

“No thanks. But I definitely need to get rid of some more milk.”

“I’ll be back with a few pails then,” smiled Daisy.

It took a few more pails than expected, but soon Sweetie Belle felt not-so-taut, and was ready to go.

“Thanks, Daisy,” said Sweetie, as she secured her top in place. “This was, quite an experience.”

“I’ll say,” smiled Daisy. “Too bad you won’t be back until next year. But still, your milk will feed a number of little ones real soon.”

“I hope they like it,” chuckled Sweetie.

“I’m also sorry you didn’t get to really enjoy yourself the other night with Chrome. I remember a story I read as a little filly, and my favorite part was the goodnight kiss after the dance had ended. You didn’t even get that from your date.”

“Another time, I guess,” said Sweetie, looking around at the full pails in the room. “Are you sure you don’t need a hand?”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll get an orderly on the floor to help me cart them to the fridge area.”

“Alright. So, in case I don’t see you before my friends and I leave after finals, take care of yourself, okay Daisy?”

“Okay, Sweetie Belle!”

And with that, Sweetie gave Daisy a big hug, and squeezed herself out the door.

As she watched the ponderous pony heading towards the elevator, an idea began to form in Daisy May’s head.

Author's Note

Yes, we’re back!

Once I finished Mam Marella’s story, took a short break and got re-acquainted with this story.

The events in this chapter were originally supposed to have a full chapter to themselves, but I felt I would be stretching out scenes that didn’t need to be so long.

Much like her previous appearance, Daisy May proved to be the key to getting me through this chapter. I did truncate some discussion topics I had in mind for her, but I think it all worked out pretty well,