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[FR][Milky Way] Sampling Her Milk

By Brownee
Created: 2020-12-18 01:01:44
Expiry: Never
nsfw/flutterrape/milky way

  1. 1.
    >“Mmmf, Anon... that feels gooood.~”
  2. 2.
    “I’d swear that you seem to enjoy this more and more every time. Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”
  3. 3.
    >“It doesn’t matter how often you do it. When they’re as full and sore as this, the relief your hands provide is diviiiine...~”
  4. 4.
    >You laugh under your breath.
  5. 5.
    >Seeing Milky like this each day is one of the strange pleasures you experience.
  6. 6.
    >It just lets you know you’re good for something in this world... or someone... or some pony in this case.
  7. 7.
    >Whatever, there is someone that is happy to have you help them.
  8. 8.
    >You’ve got a uniqueness to you that she appreciates, and it’s a skill you can say you’ve got over almost everyone else around here.
  9. 9.
    >And it’s a perfect compliment to her own ‘uniqueness’.
  10. 10.
    >Which would be the fact that she has sizeable teats compared to everyone else around her.
  11. 11.
    >Like… they’re really hard to miss.
  12. 12.
    >They even out-size your own, which says enough.
  13. 13.
    >But therein lies a few problems for her.
  14. 14.
    >Milky Way’s talent of producing absolutely ridiculous amounts of milk on a daily basis often gets her into troubles.
  15. 15.
    >Her assets become big, swollen and sore.
  16. 16.
    >You wonder how she could stand having to hook herself up to a machine each day back in Trottingham.
  17. 17.
    >But then you meet her stuck on the side of the road outside Ponyville one day when she was making a delivery and... helped her out a little.
  18. 18.
    >It was a little weird back then, you’d certainly never done it before.
  19. 19.
    >But the look of desperation on her face, the pain she was going through... how could you not help?
  20. 20.
    >You became very good, very close friends after that.
  21. 21.
    >There’s something about the both of you that helped you get along so well.
  22. 22.
    >You’re both different, though you a lot more so.
  23. 23.
    >She’s a mare with enlarged teats due to her talent, which makes them very hard to miss as they hang under her, even if she wears a special bra.
  24. 24.
    >Even so, she’s still a pony.
  25. 25.
    >But that little fact about her is probably why she could relate to you a lot more than others.
  26. 26.
    >Aside from being human, your feminine assets, despite being perfectly normal for you, made her feel better about herself.
  27. 27.
    >Even if hers are bigger than yours... and positioned between her back legs…
  28. 28.
    >She eventually decided to move to Ponyville because of it, after you offered her a place to stay.
  29. 29.
    >It wasn’t much of an inconvenience for her, she travels to different towns a lot. Relocating from Trottingham isn’t a big change.
  30. 30.
    >In fact, it’s a little more convenient since Ponyville is practically in the center of the map.
  31. 31.
    >Since then, you do your work in town and she occasionally distributes milk to mares that need it, in town or out.
  32. 32.
    >When you come home after a day of working, she’s usually full and about ready to need a milking... like right now.
  33. 33.
    “This is a bucket and a half you’re filling today. Is something different?”
  34. 34.
    >“Ooohhhhhhh nothing that comes to mind.~”
  35. 35.
    >She’s always acted like this.
  36. 36.
    >Can’t say you know how she’s feeling, but you’d guess that being this full with a big need for a release, it is warranted.
  37. 37.
    >You’ve grown used to hearing her moans.
  38. 38.
    >The lewdness of how they sound makes you laugh a bit.
  39. 39.
    >With one last minor massage with your hand, you squeeze the nipple between two of your fingers to get the last of the milk.
  40. 40.
    >When all that’s left to come is a couple droplets, you rub over them gently with your palm, easing away any soreness and signalling that you’re done.
  41. 41.
    >“Mmm, over already?”
  42. 42.
    >She says that like she’s disappointed.
  43. 43.
    “I’m starting to think that you enjoy being so immobilized from how full you are. Am I that good?”
  44. 44.
    >Milky takes a moment to stretch, lowing her front arms and head with her rear in the air before standing straight again.
  45. 45.
    >“You are. It’s easily one of the things I look forward to each day.”
  46. 46.
    >She says that with a blush on her face.
  47. 47.
    >You wipe your hands on the shirt you’d been wearing all day and pat her on the back with a chuckle.
  48. 48.
    “I’m happy to do it, Milky. Don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
  49. 49.
    >You stand and take the buckets to the kitchen.
  50. 50.
    >As you do, you hear Milky let off a sigh behind you, but chalk that up to her relaxing.
  51. 51.
    >When you get to the sink, you start tipping the milk out.
  52. 52.
    >She produces enough to keep her supplies up, they’re really only for mares that can’t produce enough of their own for their foals.
  53. 53.
    >If she needed to restock, she’d take the buckets herself and do what she needs to.
  54. 54.
    >Otherwise, you just dispose of it.
  55. 55.
    >It’s actually pretty amazing how this milk is.
  56. 56.
    >It looks like regular milk... with a slight aroma of vanilla.
  57. 57.
    >Doesn’t really take much to guess why her milk is so popular.
  58. 58.
    >Hell, you’d be keen to try it if it didn’t just come from her.
  59. 59.
    >You don’t much care for drinking milk straight from a cow, gotta process that stuff.
  60. 60.
    >So drinking any of this, from a pony... your best friend even...
  61. 61.
    >That’s just gross. No offense to her.
  62. 62.
    >Once you’ve disposed of the milk and washed your hands, you go and change your clothes.
  63. 63.
    >You’re missing some shirts so you head to the laundry to find one, wearing a bra and pants.
  64. 64.
    >As you pass through, you notice Milky staring.
  65. 65.
    >She looks as if she’s still blushing.
  66. 66.
    >A little weird, she’s seen you walking around the house in your underwear before.
  67. 67.
    >You find a shirt in a pile of clothes and go back to see her.
  68. 68.
    >She’s just staring at you with a nervous look across her face and a heavy blush over her cheeks.
  69. 69.
    “Uhh... you okay, Milky?”
  70. 70.
    >She blinks a few times and shakes her head.
  71. 71.
    >“Oh yeah, I’m just... winding down from that.”
  72. 72.
    “Really? Hasn’t taken this long before.”
  73. 73.
    >You put your shirt on as she answers.
  74. 74.
    >“Well... like I said, it feels better each time you do it... ha ha...”
  75. 75.
    >...
  76. 76.
    >She’s standing there with a dopey grin on her face.
  77. 77.
    >That was kind of weird, but... alright.
  78. 78.
    >Can’t really think of any other explanation, so you’ll just have to take her word for it.
  79. 79.
    “If you’re sure, then okay. I’m going to start preparing dinner.”
  80. 80.
    >As you head into the kitchen, she follows close behind to go take a seat at the table.
  81. 81.
    >You start rummaging through the fridge to pull out a few veggies.
  82. 82.
    >Might as well make a big ol’ salad for dinner, not like there’re many other options.
  83. 83.
    >Milky will probably appreciate it to.
  84. 84.
    >As you start chopping them up, she speaks up from the table.
  85. 85.
    >“So are you still going to be working at Sweet Apple Acres tomorrow?”
  86. 86.
    “Mmhmm. I volunteered to help Applejack with the harvest before winter hits. We’ll probably be done tomorrow, there isn’t much left.”
  87. 87.
    >“Is that hard work?”
  88. 88.
    “A little. That’s why I changed. Aside from getting some of your milk on my clothes, I still felt sweaty after today. Not something I want to sit in all evening.”
  89. 89.
    >You lay out what you’d fixed up on some plates and take them over to the table to sit with her.
  90. 90.
    “What about you? Any milk deliveries tomorrow?”
  91. 91.
    >“Just one, which I’ll get out of the way in the morning. Across town, a mare with two foals. She says she’s having a little trouble keeping up with what they need.”
  92. 92.
    >You just nod as your fork works its way through your food.
  93. 93.
    >Sitting in silence for a few moments, you notice her staring again.
  94. 94.
    >Specifically at your chest.
  95. 95.
    >You look down for a second to see if you got something on you, then look back to her.
  96. 96.
    “Something wrong?”
  97. 97.
    >She snaps out of it after hearing you and looks away.
  98. 98.
    “You look really distracted today. Are you sure you’re alright?”
  99. 99.
    >She’s keeps trying to avoid looking at you.
  100. 100.
    >“Don’t worry, it’s nothing...”
  101. 101.
    >She leans down to dig into her salad.
  102. 102.
    “Milky, come on. It’s me. What’s so ‘nothing’ that it makes you nervous all of a sudden?”
  103. 103.
    >She looks back to you for a few moments, chewing slowly, then finally swallows.
  104. 104.
    >“I’m sorry, it’s just... a weird realization I had...”
  105. 105.
    >You look back down to your chest again before looking back up with an eyebrow raised.
  106. 106.
    “...My boobs?”
  107. 107.
    >She starts blushing again.
  108. 108.
    >“N-Not quite...”
  109. 109.
    >She takes another moment and sighs before continuing.
  110. 110.
    >“I like that that’s one thing we have in common, even if it’s normal for your kind. I’d come to terms with having these a long time ago...”
  111. 111.
    >She gestures a hoof to point down between her legs.
  112. 112.
    >You’re waiting for her to continue, but it looks as if she’s having difficulty finding the words.
  113. 113.
    >“... but seeing someone like you having something similar is... great. I can... share certain feelings or secrets with you more openly than with others...”
  114. 114.
    >...
  115. 115.
    >Huh?
  116. 116.
    “Boob secrets?”
  117. 117.
    >She brings her hooves to her face and shakes her head.
  118. 118.
    >“Ergh, why can’t I just say this... Uhm...”
  119. 119.
    >This is really strange behaviour from her.
  120. 120.
    >She’s normally a nice and easy to talk to pony, practically an open book.
  121. 121.
    >Must be something really bothering her if she’s like this.
  122. 122.
    >“What I’m saying is... If a stallion spends a lot of time staring... it means they want to do... ‘stuff’ to them, right?”
  123. 123.
    >...
  124. 124.
    >Ohhh, okay, it’s one of these talks.
  125. 125.
    >It’s kinda funny that she’s beating around the bush like this, but you guess she’s having guy troubles.
  126. 126.
    “It sometimes means that, yeah... or they could just be admiring you.”
  127. 127.
    >She thinks for a moment and gives a nod and shrug at the same time.
  128. 128.
    “But it’s generally rude to stare, so you just have to snap them out of it and give them a simple ‘Eyes are up here’.”
  129. 129.
    >Milky looks as if she’s forces a smile, but still concerned.
  130. 130.
    >Not that kind of problem apparently.
  131. 131.
    >“Okay, but... have any ever said that they wanted to... milk you?”
  132. 132.
    >...
  133. 133.
    “The hell kind of pervs are you talking to, Milky?”
  134. 134.
    >“No, no, I mean- None, but... Argh!”
  135. 135.
    >She drops her face down on the table with a *thump*.
  136. 136.
    >That was strange.
  137. 137.
    “Waaaas that even along the lines of what you wanted to talk about, or did you just dodge whatever was on your mind completely?”
  138. 138.
    >She keeps her head down, but responds.
  139. 139.
    >“It was starting with what I was thinking, but then turned into something else...”
  140. 140.
    >Well that doesn’t do much to help you understand because it started off bizarre sounding as well.
  141. 141.
    >All you can figure is it has something to do with her crotchboobs.
  142. 142.
    >Maybe a stallion caught her eye and she’s feeling a little self conscious about them?
  143. 143.
    >Can’t really see why, it seems like it could be an appealing factor for ponies.
  144. 144.
    >Not to mention certain advantages she’d have in the bedroom.
  145. 145.
    >How many ponies can say they can give titjobs?
  146. 146.
    >Hell, how many ponies even know what a titjob is?
  147. 147.
    “Okay, so... your problem... it’s guy troubles, right?”
  148. 148.
    >“Not quite...”
  149. 149.
    “Umm... what then?”
  150. 150.
    >She raises her head again, looking as nervous as before.
  151. 151.
    >How big a problem is this?
  152. 152.
    >She glances around for a moment before shaking her head.
  153. 153.
    >Finally, she gets out of her chair.
  154. 154.
    >“You know what, lets drop it. It’s just something I’ll deal with and probably just need a good nights sleep to clear my head. We’ll talk more in the morning, I’m going to call it an early night. Sleep well, Anon!”
  155. 155.
    >She said that in a hurry with a big forced smile.
  156. 156.
    >...
  157. 157.
    >You’re just staring at the spot she was sitting, blinking and trying to figure out what just happened.
  158. 158.
    >She tries to tell you about something, then drops it just like that while suddenly leaving.
  159. 159.
    >Okaaaaay.
  160. 160.
    >If she doesn’t want to talk about it, you can’t force her.
  161. 161.
    >It’ll resolve itself on its own, or she’ll try to come talk to you about it again.
  162. 162.
    >For now... hell, may as well just finish your dinner and get to bed yourself.
  163. 163.
    >You’re getting a sense tomorrow will be a little annoying.
  164. 164.
     
  165. 165.
     
  166. 166.
    >You can’t take much more of this.
  167. 167.
    >Guess it was too much to ask that a decent nights sleep or a walk through town would put your mind at ease.
  168. 168.
    >You’ve watched FemAnon walk around in her underwear a lot, but it’s really getting to you now.
  169. 169.
    >Last night cemented it.
  170. 170.
    >Every time you look at her, you can’t help but stare at her ‘breasts’, as she calls them.
  171. 171.
    >You find it difficult to believe that they could be that size and not produce any milk.
  172. 172.
    >The more you think about it, the more you want to find out.
  173. 173.
    >She milks you so frequently, and it’s only getting better each time.
  174. 174.
    >So much so that you’re getting extremely aroused from what she does.
  175. 175.
    >You not sure why you’re feeling this way, but you’ve got a thought about it…
  176. 176.
    >You think you might love her…
  177. 177.
    >She’s been your best friend for quite some time now, you’ve lived with her for a while... it’s not unreasonable to think that…
  178. 178.
    >Every time you look at her, you feel... warm and fuzzy… especially down there.
  179. 179.
    >Every time she touches your teats and gently milks you, your head just swims with bliss.
  180. 180.
    >It’s unbearable.
  181. 181.
    >You’ve clopped a few times today at the thought, but it’s just not enough.
  182. 182.
    >You need something else.
  183. 183.
    >...or someone else.
  184. 184.
    >...
  185. 185.
    >Her.
  186. 186.
    >You want her.
  187. 187.
    >But she doesn’t even like stallions... doesn’t want to be involved with a pony.
  188. 188.
    >If she doesn’t want a stallion like that, why in Equestria would she ever go for you?
  189. 189.
    >... You could always ask?
  190. 190.
    >But then what would that accomplish?
  191. 191.
    >You’d bring up that you’re attracted to her, she’ll shoot you down and then things will be awkward between you both.
  192. 192.
    >It just seems so unfair though.
  193. 193.
    >She milks you and it feels divine.
  194. 194.
    >Maybe... if you were able to show her how good it feels while you milked h-
  195. 195.
    >No! No, no, no, how would that even work?!
  196. 196.
    >You’d give a lot to get a sample of her milk, but the only way you’d be able to do that is if you forced yourself on her.
  197. 197.
    >And you can’t do that.
  198. 198.
    >Not to her.
  199. 199.
    >...
  200. 200.
    >But as your hoof trails back down between your legs, your mind can’t help but keep thinking about it.
  201. 201.
    >What WOULD Anon’s milk taste like?
  202. 202.
    >How would she react when you run your tongue along her nipple...?
  203. 203.
    >What sounds would she make as you gently suckle from her?
  204. 204.
    >...
  205. 205.
    >The taste would have to be sweet.
  206. 206.
    >Like her.
  207. 207.
    “Mmmmhh...~”
  208. 208.
    >You quietly ride out an orgasm as you think of all the things you want to do to Anon.
  209. 209.
    >You never even considered the thought of being with a mare.
  210. 210.
    >Yet you think of her and...
  211. 211.
    >She’s not a pony, and she's made you feel things that no stallion has ever made you feel.
  212. 212.
    >And that primarily comes from how skilled she is with her hands, just from milking you alone.
  213. 213.
    >Thinking about what she does with them makes you go mad with lust.
  214. 214.
    >But you don’t want to ruin your friendship with her.
  215. 215.
    >You’ll just have to control yourself better.
  216. 216.
    >If it gets out of hand, well... you’ll figure something out.
  217. 217.
    >Maybe the Zebra outside of town has something that could help.
  218. 218.
    >You sit up in bed and look out the window.
  219. 219.
    >It’s raining.
  220. 220.
    >Really hard, actually.
  221. 221.
    >Was there rain planned for today?
  222. 222.
    >You didn’t see Anon take an umbrella with her.
  223. 223.
    >This may put her in a grouchy mood when she gets home.
  224. 224.
    >You’d better go prepare some tea.
  225. 225.
    >As you get out of bed, your teats sway down between your legs heavily.
  226. 226.
    >It’s nearing that time of day. You’re getting full.
  227. 227.
    >Hopefully Anon isn’t out any longer than she usually is.
  228. 228.
    >You head to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
  229. 229.
    >Now just grab the essentials and put them on a tray, waiting for the kettle to finish so you can fill the tea pot.
  230. 230.
    >Once it’s done, you take the tray into the living room, placing it on the coffee table and preparing some for yourself while you wait for FemAnon.
  231. 231.
    >The rain outside is really coming down.
  232. 232.
    >How could you have missed the notice for a downpour this hard?
  233. 233.
    >You’re unable to do anything about it, so you sit back and enjoy your tea.
  234. 234.
    >Minutes turn into an hour, it’s past the time Anon is due home.
  235. 235.
    >You’re getting a little worried, but also getting to be really full.
  236. 236.
    >It’s starting to get a little sore, so you try taking your mind off it with some reading.
  237. 237.
    >A short while later, after you’d started shifting on the lounge, you hear the front door open.
  238. 238.
    >In steps Anon an-
  239. 239.
    >Ohhh wow...
  240. 240.
    >She’s soaking wet.
  241. 241.
    >Her shirt is clinging to her body’s every curve.
  242. 242.
    >You can see the full size of her breasts and her nipples sticking up through the fabric of both her shirt and bra...
  243. 243.
    >“God damn, how did I manage to forget this was happening today?!”
  244. 244.
    >You heard her, but you’re finding yourself a bit too distracted to respond...
  245. 245.
    >You can feel your cheeks starting to warm up.
  246. 246.
    >...though, that’s not the only place feeling warmth.
  247. 247.
    >“Are you alright, Milky?”
  248. 248.
    >Her voice snaps you out of it and you shake your head.
  249. 249.
    “Ah! Err... Yeah, it’s... It’s nothing...”
  250. 250.
    >How are you supposed to get through this?!
  251. 251.
    >You’re going to leave a spot of wetness on the lounge if you have to sit through this!
  252. 252.
    >On top of that, you REALLY need a milking right about now!
  253. 253.
    >Just... settle down.
  254. 254.
    >Look away, return to reading... offer her the tea.
  255. 255.
    “If you want something to help warm up, Anon, I made some tea.”
  256. 256.
    >“Oh goodie.”
  257. 257.
    >You try to keep focused on your book, ignoring what she’s doing for the moment until she’s ready to help you out.
  258. 258.
    >But movements you’re catching at the corner of your eye draw you atten-
  259. 259.
    >She just took her shirt off!
  260. 260.
    >“Ergh! Maybe I should just go take a shower first. I’m not staying in these wet clothes.”
  261. 261.
    >She’s standing there shirtless, her bra and bosoms all wet...
  262. 262.
    >How can you be expected to not pay attention to her like this?!
  263. 263.
    >“You sure you’re alright, Milky? You’re looking the same as you did yesterday... except you haven’t been milked yet, right?”
  264. 264.
    >You can’t do this.
  265. 265.
    “N-No... No, I haven’t yet... I’m feeling really full though, so... I-If you wouldn’t mind, after your shower?”
  266. 266.
    >“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I’ll be quick so just hang in there.”
  267. 267.
    >She turns to walk away and lowers her pants as she does so.
  268. 268.
    >Just getting comfortable in her own home in front of you, nothing strange about that...
  269. 269.
    >But even when facing away from you, you find you can’t take your eyes off her rear either...
  270. 270.
    >...
  271. 271.
    >No, you really can’t do this.
  272. 272.
    >You need to do something...
  273. 273.
    >It’s going to cost you a lot, but you’ll go mad if you don’t experience it... just once...
  274. 274.
    >You can only hope she’ll understand.
  275. 275.
     
  276. 276.
     
  277. 277.
    “Ahh... Warm water. That’s what I needed.”
  278. 278.
    >As you stand under the shower talking to yourself, you can’t help but wonder what’s up with Milky.
  279. 279.
    >She’s acting as she was yesterday and it’s starting to worry you.
  280. 280.
    >If whatever it is is bothering her that much, why isn’t she just telling you about it?
  281. 281.
    >What’s really going to happen?
  282. 282.
    >You’re pretty sure there’s nothing she could say or do that would make you think any less of her, and she should know that.
  283. 283.
    >You turn the shower off and step out, starting to dry yourself off.
  284. 284.
    >She says she’s full now though, maybe if you try talking to her while you milk her.
  285. 285.
    >Hell, the way she’s been going with it lately, you’d bet you could probably learn a lot of secrets from her like that.
  286. 286.
    >But you won’t pry.
  287. 287.
    >You whip your hair over your head and wrap the towel around your body.
  288. 288.
    >You’ll only ask her what’s troubling her.
  289. 289.
    >If she doesn’t want to talk about it, then that’s her decision.
  290. 290.
    >You head out with just your towel on and walk through the house to find some clean clothes.
  291. 291.
    >Probably should have put them away yesterday, but whatever.
  292. 292.
    >You pass the living room and see Milky.
  293. 293.
    >She’s standing up and looks like she’s straining to-
  294. 294.
    >Wait, that isn’t right.
  295. 295.
    >She looks like she’s in pain and trying not to move.
  296. 296.
    >Oh damn it, you know what that means!
  297. 297.
    “Milky, you okay?”
  298. 298.
    >“Ngh... Not really... Can you help me, please?”
  299. 299.
    >There’s a lot of desperation in her voice.
  300. 300.
    “Shit, yeah, sorry! Just give me a sec to get the bucket!”
  301. 301.
    >God, that really snuck up on her.
  302. 302.
    >You weren’t showering that long, she didn’t look that bad when you walked in.
  303. 303.
    >You’ll get dressed later, she needs help now.
  304. 304.
    >Could always use this towel to wipe up afterwards, it’s used anyway.
  305. 305.
    >You find her bucket in the kitchen where it was left yesterday and rush back to her.
  306. 306.
    >Once you get by her side, you kneel down beside her, closer to her rear.
  307. 307.
    >With a few reassuring pats on her back, you put the bucket beneath her.
  308. 308.
    “Okay, I’m here now. You’re alright...”
  309. 309.
    >Her face is all red and she’s... panting?
  310. 310.
    >...That’s new.
  311. 311.
    >Ask about it later, she needs you now.
  312. 312.
    >You move your hand under her to gently massage her bosom.
  313. 313.
    “Are you ready?”
  314. 314.
    >“Nnh-... N-Not yet...”
  315. 315.
    “What?”
  316. 316.
    >You stop for a moment to look at her.
  317. 317.
    >Her cheeks are bright red and she’s panting like crazy.
  318. 318.
    >“Anon... I need to do something... You’re not going to like it, but I can’t stop thinking about it...”
  319. 319.
    “...What am I not going to like..?”
  320. 320.
    >The corner of your eye catches sight of her tail moving.
  321. 321.
    >“Please forgive me after... but this is driving me crazy...”
  322. 322.
    >What is she talking about?
  323. 323.
    >And... why is she leaki-
  324. 324.
    >“SORRY!”
  325. 325.
    “Wha- oof!”
  326. 326.
    >Her back legs suddenly jump sideways toward you, knocking you down on the floor completely.
  327. 327.
    >Before you process what just happened, she backs herself up over the top of you.
  328. 328.
    >Her weight pushes you on your back.
  329. 329.
    “Milky, what the shi- mmph!”
  330. 330.
    >She drops her rear down over your head.
  331. 331.
    >You try to move your arms, but you can feel her hooves holding them down at the bicep.
  332. 332.
    >While you’re trying to struggle, you’re also finding it difficult to breathe.
  333. 333.
    >Milky has parked herself to sit over your eyes and forehead, but her tits are pressed down over your nose and mouth!
  334. 334.
    >You're trying to lift your arms and head, but she’s surprisingly heavy!
  335. 335.
    >The most you can do with them is weakly slap at her with your lower arms!
  336. 336.
    >All you can do kick your legs at nothing or push your lower body up, but she’s holding on!
  337. 337.
    >“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I know how this looks, but please calm down a little!”
  338. 338.
    >Calm down?!
  339. 339.
    >What does she expect when you're practically being smothered?!
  340. 340.
    >During your panic, you feel something wet over your eyes.
  341. 341.
    >Which is weird, her boobs are stopping your breathing, they’re not up that hi-
  342. 342.
    “*FFFMMMPHHH*!”
  343. 343.
    >She’s turned on?!
  344. 344.
    >What the hell is she doing?!
  345. 345.
    >Your summoning every bit of strength you have, but she’s not budging!
  346. 346.
    >Your hands can reach her arms, but the part of yours that she’s pressing on is cutting off your strength and prevents you from pulling them off!
  347. 347.
    >Kicking your legs around is doing nothing but tiring you out and you really need a breath!
  348. 348.
    >After a few more seconds, you don’t have the energy to keep up your struggle!
  349. 349.
    >The only thing you can do is tap your hand on the ground repeatedly!
  350. 350.
    >Finally she does lift herself up, but it’s taken a lot out of you.
  351. 351.
    >As you gasp for air, you see her shifting her position...
  352. 352.
    “Haaa... Milky... What are you do- *ooPHH*!”
  353. 353.
    >You got a breath in while she repositioned, but she lowered herself while your mouth was still open!
  354. 354.
    >And it’s now that you realise what she’s doing.
  355. 355.
    >You feel your mouth being flooded as she presses herself down...
  356. 356.
    >She lined her nipple up with your mouth and is forcing the milk out!
  357. 357.
    >Fucking gross!
  358. 358.
    >You start struggling again to no avail.
  359. 359.
    >She’s just too heavy and you’re getting weaker!
  360. 360.
    >You try spitting your mouthful out, but only bits of it escape past her tit being pressed on your lips.
  361. 361.
    >Not enough to counter the flow that’s still coming.
  362. 362.
    >Instinctively you swallow the milk so you don’t drown.
  363. 363.
    >As quick as you do though, she’s slowly moving herself slightly on your face to keep the flow going!
  364. 364.
    >When you swallowed, your mouth is full again straight after!
  365. 365.
    >You’ve got no choice but to keep swallowing her warm milk as it flows.
  366. 366.
    >Mouthful by mouthful, you down it in a steady rhythm and hope she’ll let up.
  367. 367.
    >You can suddenly feel movements on the rest of your body.
  368. 368.
    >Your towel feels like it’s being unwrapped and your naked form is exposed to the air around you.
  369. 369.
    >What catches you off guard is you feel a warm wind going over your breasts.
  370. 370.
    >She must have her head down low, because it felt like her breath.
  371. 371.
    >“Mmm, Anon... your body is beautiful...”
  372. 372.
    >What is she doing?!
  373. 373.
    >Her weight on top of your head shifts slightly back and forth, though not enough to let you breathe.
  374. 374.
    >“I know you can’t understand this right now... But I’m going to make you feel as good as you make me every day.~”
  375. 375.
    >What does that mean?!
  376. 376.
    >“Anon... I’m going to milk you.~”
  377. 377.
    >What?!
  378. 378.
    >She can’t do that!... In both ways!
  379. 379.
    >You don’t have milk!
  380. 380.
    >You swallow a bit too much after hearing that and it causes you to cough.
  381. 381.
    >The coughing against her lets some milk drip out of the side of your mouth and down your face.
  382. 382.
    >Worse is that each cough causes it to try and escape your nose as well.
  383. 383.
    >How does she produce so much milk?!
  384. 384.
    >It’s like you’ve got a hose in your mouth!
  385. 385.
    >Her movements on top of your head start to become a little clearer to you.
  386. 386.
    >While she’s moving in such a way that puts pressure to force the milk out of her, the wetness over your eyes is only getting wetter.
  387. 387.
    >When you feel it starting to over your forehead, you realise she’s grinding on your face.
  388. 388.
    >Not only that, you can feel how into it she is with her clit winking against your face as well.
  389. 389.
    >“Aahhh, Anooon...~”
  390. 390.
    >You’d be more concerned about that, but you need to worry more about her smothering you.
  391. 391.
    >Right now, the only thing on your mind is a single question.
  392. 392.
    >Why?
  393. 393.
    >Why is she doing this?
  394. 394.
    >Was this the problem she was having?
  395. 395.
    >She’s attracted to you...
  396. 396.
    >Or she wants to try and... milk you?
  397. 397.
    >Why didn’t she just say so..?
  398. 398.
    >You’re best friends...
  399. 399.
    >You could’ve talked it out...
  400. 400.
    >Instead, she’s forcing herself on you...
  401. 401.
    >And the lack of oxygen is making you so weak that the only thing registering in your head is... this milk...
  402. 402.
    >It’s so warm, rich and creamy... with a slight taste of vanilla...
  403. 403.
    >Even with your senses fading, the taste of it is strong.
  404. 404.
    >Sweet... just like her...
  405. 405.
    >...or like she was...
  406. 406.
    >Is she still sweet?
  407. 407.
    >Your attempts to inhale cause your body to immediately cough.
  408. 408.
    >You can feel the milk attempting to come out of your nose from coughing up the amount you inhaled.
  409. 409.
    >Trying to resist anymore is pointless.
  410. 410.
    >You just lay and gently suckle at her, hoping she’ll get up if you comply...
  411. 411.
    >It’s becoming harder to swallow as you feel extremely light headed...
  412. 412.
    >You start to black out...
  413. 413.
     
  414. 414.
     
  415. 415.
    >Easy Milky, easy... don’t drown her...
  416. 416.
    >Just get her to settle... then let her up for air...
  417. 417.
    >Ooooh, she feels as if she’s getting involved.
  418. 418.
    >Anon’s struggling seems to have stopped, so she might really need a breather.
  419. 419.
    >You stop grinding on her face and lift yourself up slightly to see if she has any fight in her.
  420. 420.
    >When you feel nothing, you get up.
  421. 421.
    >Instantly she starts coughing and the mouthful she had spills out.
  422. 422.
    >Her head and chest jumps up with each cough, but she can’t seem to lift herself.
  423. 423.
    >Depriving her of oxygen was the only way you could think to do this.
  424. 424.
    >You needed to be milked, but you also really want to milk her.
  425. 425.
    >And now looks like your best chance to do so.
  426. 426.
    >You move back a little further, keeping your teats clear of her mouth.
  427. 427.
    >Laying yourself across her head again, this time you're positioned to at least let her breath.
  428. 428.
    >Your stomach over her is just keeping her down, she should be fine for now.
  429. 429.
    >The weight is still needed. Can’t have her suddenly fighting.
  430. 430.
    >You hate doing this.
  431. 431.
    >You hate seeing her like this, you hate hearing these sounds...
  432. 432.
    >You absolutely despise yourself for doing this to her...
  433. 433.
    >But you need to find out!
  434. 434.
    >You’ve already cost yourself the friendship, so you need to get what you want!
  435. 435.
    >“*cough*cough*...Mrggh....Milky...*cough*”
  436. 436.
    “I know, Anon... I’m sorry...”
  437. 437.
    >You hope with everything you have that she believes you.
  438. 438.
    “Just relax... catch your breath, and enjoy this...”
  439. 439.
    >Moment of truth.
  440. 440.
    >You lick your lips as you position your head above her left breast.
  441. 441.
    >Then with great enthusiasm, you drop down and seal your mouth around her nipple.
  442. 442.
    >The excitement of this act is getting you so aroused, you’re leaking from multiple places.
  443. 443.
    >Anon might be extra mad with all the fluids getting in her hair.
  444. 444.
    >You suckle gently at first, but when you get nothing in return, you increase your efforts.
  445. 445.
    >As you swirl your tongue around and over her nipple, you feel it hardening in your mouth.
  446. 446.
    >The corner of your eye sees her arms moving aimlessly through the air, whether she’s trying to grab something or rest them somewhere.
  447. 447.
    >They find rest over your back, a little bit of pressure on your sides, but not much else.
  448. 448.
    >She’s too weak to try and push you off her.
  449. 449.
    >You may have overdone it in the smothering...
  450. 450.
    >As you keep sucking on her nipple, you gently nip at it with your teeth to try and draw the milk out.
  451. 451.
    >It’s really proving to be a fruitless effort.
  452. 452.
    >“Milky... *cough*... Stop...”
  453. 453.
    >You try to ignore her somewhat muffled pleas...
  454. 454.
    >She massages yours with her hand when she milks you, so maybe if you do the same...
  455. 455.
    >You take a hoof and gently press and rub along the side of her breast.
  456. 456.
    >As you do, you keep running your tongue along the nipple before you try to suck harder.
  457. 457.
    >“…Please…*cough*”
  458. 458.
    >Why isn’t this working?!
  459. 459.
    >You know she said that she doesn’t have milk, but how can that possibly be?!
  460. 460.
    >Look at these things!
  461. 461.
    >If they’re not full of milk, then what are they?!
  462. 462.
    >You keep it up a little longer, but all you’re managing to do is suck the nipple raw!
  463. 463.
    >Maybe… Maybe the right one will work better.
  464. 464.
    >“*cough*… Stooop…”
  465. 465.
    >Just wait, Anon...
  466. 466.
    >You just need a little more time.
  467. 467.
    >You get to work, running your tongue tenderly across the nipple of her right breast.
  468. 468.
    >To harden it quicker, you nibble it gently.
  469. 469.
    >Once it’s done, you get to work.
  470. 470.
    >The same techniques you were doing to her left.
  471. 471.
    >Like a filly, you gently suckle anything you possibly can from her.
  472. 472.
    >It becomes a little more urgent when the arm over your back seems to be trying a little harder to push you off.
  473. 473.
    >She’s slowly coming to again.
  474. 474.
    >And you’re still getting nothing.
  475. 475.
    >You try pressing on her breast a little harder with your hoof, but it won’t work!
  476. 476.
    >Frustration sets in as you raise your head off of her!
  477. 477.
    “Why isn’t this working?!”
  478. 478.
    >You look them over more intently to see if you’re missing something.
  479. 479.
    >Prodding with your hoof, makes them jiggle slightly as if they were full. Even Anon’s breathing does that...
  480. 480.
    >The nipples stand erect like they would be used for suckling…
  481. 481.
    >…
  482. 482.
    >Maybe… it’s true...
  483. 483.
    >She doesn’t produce milk unless she’s pregnant, just like most other mares...
  484. 484.
    >But even mares can produce milk... when they’ve been stimulated and given attention every day...
  485. 485.
    >That takes weeks though... time you don’t have...
  486. 486.
    >She was telling the truth that her species teats are just naturally like this...
  487. 487.
    >You let these obsessive fantasy thoughts of her having milk get the best of you for nothing!
  488. 488.
    >…And now she’s laying beneath you, half passed out from your smothering…
  489. 489.
    >All because she wanted to help relieve you…
  490. 490.
    >What kind of friend are you… succumbing to desire like that... to her…
  491. 491.
    >“…Milky…*blrgh*”
  492. 492.
    >You drop you head down to lay on her, starting to cry.
  493. 493.
    >You’ve just ruined everything with your best friend because you got greedy for no good reason…
  494. 494.
    >She’s not going to forgive you for this…
  495. 495.
    >As you’re about to get off her, you realise something as you look ahead, down the rest of her body.
  496. 496.
    >You’ve been grinding yourself over her face through this experience…
  497. 497.
    >So maybe… if you relieve her that way too…
  498. 498.
    >…
  499. 499.
    >Nothing will change…
  500. 500.
    >She’s still going to hate you.
  501. 501.
    >… But you’ve come this far… and you still have a teat yet to be milked…
  502. 502.
    >And you’re almost certain that you could lick up something sweet from her down there…
  503. 503.
    >You stand up and over her again to look down at her.
  504. 504.
    >She seemed dazed and she can’t seem to focus on anything.
  505. 505.
    >…Well… what harm could a little more be?
  506. 506.
    >You still need relief and… maybe you can at least make her feel good in the process.
  507. 507.
    >You move over her body again to line your other teat up.
  508. 508.
    >She notices and her eyes manage to focus to what’s above her.
  509. 509.
    >“…Milky… No-*ooph*!”
  510. 510.
    >As she was voicing her disapproval again, you dropped yourself down.
  511. 511.
    >You move yourself on top of her slowly, using her head to massage your teat.
  512. 512.
    >It feels as if it’s flowing steadily, and you can hear her gulping hard.
  513. 513.
    >Her hands are trying to push you off her again, but she’s too weak to make you budge.
  514. 514.
    >Her mouth over you feels amazing.
  515. 515.
    >Your arousal becomes renewed as you feel her tongue across your nipple.
  516. 516.
    >Before you lay across her to return the favour down there, you have to rub yourself over her face again.
  517. 517.
    >She seems to feel this, indicated by her coughing and spitting milk out the sides of her mouth.
  518. 518.
    >You just bite your lip as you keep grinding.
  519. 519.
    >“*Mmph*cough*cough*!”
  520. 520.
    >Something about this situation is thrilling to you, you’re feeling your peak rapidly approaching.
  521. 521.
    >You quicken your movements.
  522. 522.
    >Your milk flows so much faster with each movement that she has difficulty swallowing it quick enough, while your secretions have thoroughly coated her head.
  523. 523.
    >With one final movement, a wave of pleasure flows through you in your climax.
  524. 524.
    >Your essence squirts out of you, all over the top of Anon’s head.
  525. 525.
    “Ooooooohhh Anoooon…~”
  526. 526.
    >You fall forward over the top of her, your teat slipping out of her mouth.
  527. 527.
    >She coughs and sputters frantically, as she tries to get all the air she can.
  528. 528.
    >You’re just focused on coming down from the high of pleasure.
  529. 529.
    >“*cough*cough… Mil- urk*cough*!”
  530. 530.
    >She can’t keep it in.
  531. 531.
    >And you’re not quite emptied yet... and you haven’t tasted her yet…
  532. 532.
    “I’m not done yet, Anon… you can do this, just hang in there… I need to make you feel good now…”
  533. 533.
    >“*cough*... Please... sto-*oph*”
  534. 534.
    “Just... a little more, Anon...”
  535. 535.
    >She can do this.
  536. 536.
    >You’re going to get a taste of her.
  537. 537.
    >Milk may not be an option, but you can certainly smell something down here.
  538. 538.
    >She must enjoy something about this if she’s wet.
  539. 539.
    >Either way, you stretch down to plant your head between her legs.
  540. 540.
    >The feeling of her suckling at your teat is fantastic by itself, but the scent you’re getting from down here is intoxicating.
  541. 541.
    >You waste no time licking at her moist lips.
  542. 542.
    >“*Mmmrrgghlll*!”
  543. 543.
    >She apparently feels it, her legs spreading out further to give you better access.
  544. 544.
    >Her right leg is even shaking.
  545. 545.
    >You run your tongue along the outside to taste what you can.
  546. 546.
    >Not as sweet as you imagined, or hoped even, but it’s certainly not a bad taste either.
  547. 547.
    >You plunge your tongue into her to lick up everything she’s giving you.
  548. 548.
    >All the while, she’s still suckling and trying to swallow what she’s getting out of you.
  549. 549.
    >You can hear her coughing and gargling.
  550. 550.
    >Her arms, legs and whole body beneath you is writhing.
  551. 551.
    >It’s not taking long for her peak to approach her. This was easier than you thought.
  552. 552.
    >With your tongue moving in and out of you, you feel a little bump.
  553. 553.
    >Her body convulses after running your tongue along it... it must be her clit.
  554. 554.
    >That’s what you were looking for.
  555. 555.
    >You decide to quickly finish her off, flicking your tongue over it a couple times before gently sucking it.
  556. 556.
    >These last few actions create a few soft moans from her beneath you.
  557. 557.
    >Mere seconds later and you’re rewarded with a flood of her essence in your mouth, which you happily gulp down.
  558. 558.
    >Her body finally relaxes after the experience.
  559. 559.
    >You continue licking any of her excess arousal before you lift your head up.
  560. 560.
    >That wasn’t what you were hoping to gain out of this, but you certainly enjoyed it nonetheless.
  561. 561.
    >You shift a little bit to get your teat off her face to let her finally breathe.
  562. 562.
    >As exhausted as you feel, you imagine she feels worse.
  563. 563.
    “There... I’m sorry about that Anon, but... I hope you enjoyed the last part at least...”
  564. 564.
    >You feel better as well. Empty.
  565. 565.
    >She managed to suck out all the milk you had and drink it.
  566. 566.
    >Or... most of it, anyway... the large amounts of it on the floor that the towel can't soak should have been expected.
  567. 567.
    >You look at her, seeing she's resting from the orgasm you gave her.
  568. 568.
    “Are you okay, Anon?”
  569. 569.
    >You sit down beside her and put your hoof on her chest and-
  570. 570.
    >...Wait...
  571. 571.
    “...Anon?”
  572. 572.
    >...She’s not breathing...
  573. 573.
    >...
  574. 574.
    >Oh no...
  575. 575.
    >OH NO!
  576. 576.
    “Anon?! ANON!”
  577. 577.
    >No, no, no, no, no, no!
  578. 578.
    >You shake her body with your hoof but she’s not responding!
  579. 579.
    >You overdid it!
  580. 580.
    >But you should’ve heard her if she were in that much trou- Oh no, that gargling!
  581. 581.
    >You completely ignored her when she was drowning because you were too focused with trying to pleasure her!
  582. 582.
    “Anon! Anon, please wake up! Please!”
  583. 583.
    >Smacking her face lightly with your hoof gets no response!
  584. 584.
    >You start pressing down on her chest!
  585. 585.
    >Damn it! Why did you have to do this?!
  586. 586.
    >Why couldn’t you just control yourself?!
  587. 587.
    >You saw she didn’t want it, but you did it anyway!
  588. 588.
    >Now it’s costing you more than just the friendship you had!
  589. 589.
    >Celestia, please don’t let her die!
  590. 590.
     
  591. 591.
     
  592. 592.
    >...
  593. 593.
    >“...-non! ...Ano-... -eak to me, please!”
  594. 594.
    >You can hear a voice coming in and out of focus.
  595. 595.
    >Is that Milky’s voice?
  596. 596.
    >You suddenly feel a heavy force of air pushed into your lungs.
  597. 597.
    >Your bodies immediate reaction is to cough it back up... along with a little extra.
  598. 598.
    >Your weight shifts as you’re rolled onto your side, feeling a warm liquid dripping out of your mouth.
  599. 599.
    >“Oh thank Celestia! Anon, can you hear me?!”
  600. 600.
    “*cough*cough*......What...Wh- *hrrghh!*”
  601. 601.
    >Your senses are slowly coming to and the world is beginning to fade in.
  602. 602.
    >On the floor surrounding your head is a large puddle of white.
  603. 603.
    >...
  604. 604.
    >Now you remember...
  605. 605.
    >“Anon, I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean it to go this far, I just- I was just overcome with lust and I lost control of myself and- Ohhhh Celestia, I messed up! I nearly killed you!”
  606. 606.
    >Yeah, no joke...
  607. 607.
    >Being smothered by tits...
  608. 608.
    >Nearly drowning on milk...
  609. 609.
    >You’re sure it’s someones fantasy, but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience...
  610. 610.
    “...Why...?”
  611. 611.
    >You feel so weak.
  612. 612.
    >With whatever you have, you roll yourself back onto your back to look up at her.
  613. 613.
    >She’s sitting over you, chewing her lip and bawling her eyes out.
  614. 614.
    >“I-I just... I don’t know! It’s inexcusable! I kept thinking about your body and things I wanted to do a-and... Ohhhh, I ruined everything! I’m so sorry!”
  615. 615.
    >Riiiight... ‘Milking’ you...
  616. 616.
    >...Though you vaguely remember a feeling down between your legs...
  617. 617.
    >Trying to milk you wasn’t all she did...
  618. 618.
    >In fact, you remember feeling something across the top of your head as well...
  619. 619.
    >She really went to town.
  620. 620.
    “*cough*cough*... Mil-*cough*-ky...”
  621. 621.
    >Every time you cough, more milk comes up...
  622. 622.
    >Tears stream down her face when she hears you.
  623. 623.
    >“Ohhh you hate me! I hate myself! How could I do this... You need help! I’ll-... I’ll leave! I’ll pack my things! Move back to Trottingham! I’ll get help for you when I leave! I’ll take you to the hospital!”
  624. 624.
    “N-no... *cough*...wait...”
  625. 625.
    >She’s already left your side.
  626. 626.
    >“B-But that’d make me look like a criminal... how would I explain this to the doctors?! Maybe I should report myself and turn myself in! It’s the least I deserve after this-“
  627. 627.
    >Her voice fades as she moves away.
  628. 628.
    >...
  629. 629.
    >...
  630. 630.
    >...
  631. 631.
    >So you’re laying on the floor of your living room covered in a variety of bodily fluids.
  632. 632.
    >The colour of one of them would probably be mistaken for something else if someone were to walk through the front door...
  633. 633.
    >You feel like your stomach expanded a little...
  634. 634.
    >Just how full was she?
  635. 635.
    >How much did you drink?
  636. 636.
    >...Why did she do it at all?
  637. 637.
    >...
  638. 638.
    >She was thinking about you a lot...
  639. 639.
    >Mad with desire she said...
  640. 640.
    >She likes you...
  641. 641.
    >Why else would Milky, your best friend, go through this...
  642. 642.
    >She’s clearly upset about it too...
  643. 643.
    >You can’t rationalize her actions, but... love can make people do crazy things...
  644. 644.
    >...Love?
  645. 645.
    >Sure, what else would make her force-feed you...
  646. 646.
    >She’s been acting strangely lately...
  647. 647.
    >In hindsight, the talk yesterday is making a little more sense...
  648. 648.
    >She was trying to tell you her feelings and you confused it for boy troubles...
  649. 649.
    >...
  650. 650.
    >Maybe you shouldn’t, but you want to forgive her...
  651. 651.
    >Or maybe your thoughts are clouded by something...
  652. 652.
    >You need to stop her from leaving.
  653. 653.
    >You use whatever strength you have to roll over.
  654. 654.
    >Upon weight shifting to your stomach, you regurgitate more milk onto the floor.
  655. 655.
    >Milk.
  656. 656.
    >The one thing you remember the most of this experience is how it tasted.
  657. 657.
    >It was so warm and creamy... and vanilla...
  658. 658.
    >Even though you almost drowned in it... you want more...
  659. 659.
    >It’s sweet... too sweet to let go...
  660. 660.
    >Like her...
  661. 661.
    >She can’t leave you...
  662. 662.
    >You cough up a little bit more as you start trying to crawl towards her room.
  663. 663.
    >You’re too weak and collapse back into the mess.
  664. 664.
    “..Mi-.... MILKY!”
  665. 665.
    >You can’t let her leave you...
  666. 666.
    >You need her to stay with you...

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