Brann the peeping tom

Brann the peeping tom
6/30/13


>It was a beautiful morning as Brann walked down the streets of Trottingham.
>He was smiling as he walked with a pep in his step to his favorite past time with a special tool.
>Walking over behind a nearby building, and careful so nopony saw. He climbed the ladder leading to the roof.
>Once on the roof he exhaled a big breath of air and took in the wonderful view of all the homes and the slowly rising sun in the distance.
>Brann sat down and dug through his satchel and found what he was looking for.
>A rather large and powerful pair of binoculars levitated out and in front of his eyes giving him a clear and personal view right into a certain Milkmare’s windows.

>Milky’s house was angled in just the perfect way to see into where Brann was sitting.
>Brann began to smile when he saw her shamble into view, sporting bed head and sleepwear, heading straight for the fridge.
>Brann’s warm breath started to fog up the binoculars in the cool morning air.
“Dammit,” Brann cursed.
>Wiping the lenses clean, he quickly put it back up to his eyes.
>Milky was no longer in the kitchen, but Brann lingered watching for the mare he wanted to call his own.
>What seemed like an eternity passed by before she appeared again with a sweat band on and a tight sports bra.
>Brann drooled as he watched her do morning exercises with her mammaries bouncing.
“That’s awesome.”
>Brann smiled as Milky finished her routine exercise in a sweat and disappeared into the confines of the house.

>The moment that Brann had waited for finally arrived.
>His heart began to beat faster as Milky walked into the room with her milker.
>Brann began to sweat profusely as Milky set up the machine to begin her daily extraction.
>Wiping his forehead with a hoofkerchief he couldn’t help but get aroused by watching her get ready.
>This was it. Milky attached the suction cups and turned on the machine.
>Brann didn’t need turning on, he was halfway to bursting.
“I’m gonna fuck that…” he mumbled.
>He breathed heavily as Milky’s white liquid shot through the hoses into a clear container that made his mouth water.
>Softly, he began to stroke his rock hard cock when Milky laid back in total bliss.
>“Brann, stop stalking Milky and come home! Breakfast is getting cold!” Cookie yelled up to the pervert of a unicorn making him fumble his magic and drop his binoculars to the ground below, effectively ending his shows for the foreseeable future.
>Brann squinted at the barely visible home and pouted when he couldn’t make out what was happening.
“Fuck…”

End