Ever since Sweetie had gotten her cow form and especially her udder, she would joke about the other Crusaders trying her milk. It was always laughed off, or played off. But she was pretty persistent. A little comment here, a little joke here. Eventually, Scootaloo took the bait and asked if she was serious, offering to try it. She starts to leave to get a glass, but Sweetie stops her with a hoof on her shoulder and a playful grin, gesturing to her udder with a shake of her head. Bloom watches in amusement as Scootaloo suddenly looks nervous, Sweetie guiding Scootaloo down to face level with her very, very full udder. Scoot’s pride wouldn’t let her back down now, and with a gentle push from Sweetie on the back of her head, an udder nipple slips into her mouth.

Before she even sucks, milk floods her mouth. The first thing that she noticed was how warm it was. Perfectly warm. She slowly closes her eyes and starts drinking. More than drinking, she was nursing. Nursing from Sweetie Belle. She lets out a tiny, happy moan of approval, surprising both herself and Bloom who was watching it all unfold. Bloom watching to the side had her eyes locked on Scootaloo. Her cheeks dented inwards, steadily sucking and swallowing mouthfuls of Sweetie’s Milk. Sweetie’s udder never seemed to shrink, regardless of how much Scootaloo was drinking. She watched in silence for several minutes, the only sounds in the room were Scootaloo’s swallows and Sweetie’s soft, content moo’s. Bloom looked down and noticed Scootaloo’s belly. It was swelling outward! It must be so full of milk. But Scootaloo’s eyes were closed, and the udder still looked just as full as before, showing no slowing down. Bloom wanted to mention something, but didn’t want to interrupt such a serene scene. So, she watched Scootaloo swell up full enough that her legs spread to accommodate her own belly. Finally, Scootaloo let out a little whine, her legs getting tired from the new weight and holding herself up next to Sweetie.

Scootaloo feels her head being pulled away by Sweetie’s hoof, and she lets go of the udder with a pop. She blinks a few times, finding it hard to figure out what’s going on, hard to think. She lets out a cute little burp, and her eye lids start to feel heavy. She looks up at Sweetie Belle, and sees her looking down on her lovingly. Scootaloo starts to ask Sweetie what’s going on, but a cloven hoof is pressed against her lips, shushing her. Sweetie pushed down on her, helping Scootaloo to the ground, and snuggles up against her. Scootaloo felt so warm from a belly full of milk, and Sweetie snuggled up against her, she can’t manage another word before her eye lids start to fall, closing her eyes and gently snoring.