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- >It's been almost a week that you've been trapped in these caves
- >That's only a guess; frankly you have no idea how much time has passed
- >Cadance's magic has proven of little worth down here
- >She can't teleport or dig through tons of solid rock
- >Even now all she can muster is a faint illumination spell, as her strength continues to fade
- >Water has been plentiful down here, along with small game in the form of rats and insects
- >But there is no plant life to speak of
- >The Princess is wasting away before your eyes
- >It wasn't until that morning that you'd realized what you had to do
- >You sit down beside where Cadance is resting, her sides slowly heaving
- >"W-What... what are you doing?" she asks weakly, looking up at you bleary-eyed, when you gently wrap your arm around her
- >Her face is emaciated, her ribs visible on her frame
- >A week without sustenance has taken its awful toll
- >"Shh," you say, lifting your shirt. "Drink."
- >Cadance doesn't move when you press your nipple against her muzzle
- >At first you're worried that she won't accept, but a moment later she closes her eyes
- >You feel a rush of tingling warmth throughout your body as she takes your nipple into her mouth and begins to suckle
- >Rich, life-giving milk surges from your swollen breast into the princess's hungry maw
- >They'd miraculously filled last night, when you'd realized that your companion was going to die unless she had something to eat
- >After only a few moments she's sucking greedily, tasting her first meal in so very long
- >You gently stroke her mane, whispering encouragement to her
- >She feels so warm against you, so soft
- >Her tongue laps at your erect nipple, drawing out every drop of milk she can
- >You let out a little moan, shuddering from the pleasure of it
- >When at last Cadance has drunk her fill, she rests her head against you, hugging you tightly
- >"Th-thank you, Femanon..." she says, crying a little. "You've saved my life."
- ------
- >Eventually you did manage to get out of there
- >What an ordeal that was
- >Anyway, after a lot of pomp and fanfare in the Crystal Empire, you were granted a small plot of land in Ponyville in which to live
- >All thanks to your big ol' milky moneymakers
- >Unfortunately, ever since that episode in the cave, they haven't stopped producing
- >Every few days it feels like they're going to burst
- >It's actually rather painful
- >You've sort of "milked" yourself as best as you've been able to, but it's not the most pleasant experience
- >Luckily, once you made it back to Ponyville, you found plenty of uses for your breastmilk
- >Plenty of hungry foals to feed
- >Bottled, of course
- >In your mind, Cadance was a special case
- >You don't know if you're really comfortable feeding ponies directly
- >Thankfully a local farmer is all too happy to lend you one of her milking devices
- >They're meant for cows, but cows here are pretty small, so it actually does a decent job
- >"Ya'll ever change your mind about sellin' it, ya let me know," the farmer had told you, with a wink
- >Her name is Applejack, and if you didn't know better, you'd think that she just saw you as a pair of walking dollar signs
- >But with her milking device in your possession, you're content to live in your little pony-sized cottage and produce milk for the town's orphans
- >Apparently there's a milkmare a few towns over that does the same thing
- >You hope one day you two can meet and talk shop
- >In high school you never thought you'd end up a wet nurse in a magical land of ponies, but that's life you guess.
- >And life continues to throw you odd curveballs - next in the form of your neighbor
- >She's incredibly shy; you've only seen her a few times
- >Sometimes you have to wonder if she's purposely avoiding you
- >Your suspicions are confirmed one day while walking home from making one of your weekly deliveries
- >You spot her yellow form tiptoeing around behind her house
- >She peeks around the wall, looking at your front door, and sighs in relief
- >Fluttershy freezes when she turns around and sees you on the path
- >"H-Hello..." she squeaks
- >She's actually really adorable. You don't know why she's so scared of you
- >Maybe because you're so tall comparatively, but even then the only intimidating things about you are your huge tits
- >You're not THAT scary, are you?
- >"Hey Fluttershy. How are you doing?"
- >She stares intently at the ground, her mane falling in her face. You can barely hear her response. "Fine..."
- >Enough is enough
- >You crouch down to get closer to eye level
- >"Hey," you say brightly, "do you want to come have tea with me? I've got scones and stuff."
- >She just shuffles her hooves and rocks from side to side
- >She reminds you a lot of the autistic kids you sometimes mentored in school
- >"C'mon," you say, standing up. "Let's go, it'll be fun!"
- >Reluctantly, she allows you to shepherd her into your cottage
- >"It's... it's very nice in here..." Fluttershy says, after you've gotten her seated on the couch
- >"Ceilings are kinda low, but I've gotten used to it," you say. "Want anything with your tea? Some sugar?"
- >"Um..."
- >You happen to glance over
- >To your surprise, you see that the pegasus' face is bright red
- >"Could.. could I have some... milk in mine?"
- >Kind of odd
- >But you guess it's fine
- >"Uh, I would, but I'm afraid I'm all tapped out for the day."
- >Stone cold silence fills the room, so you awkwardly finish: "Maybe... another time?"
- >Fluttershy blushes even more deeply and sinks into the couch. She sips at her tea
- >"T-That would be.... nice."
- >From there you manage to move the conversation toward scones, and then on to the complex geopolitical quagmire that is the frontier out west
- >Good job, you
- >But even as you exchange pleasantries with Fluttershy and see her off once tea is over, your promise lurks at the back of your mind
- >For some reason, she really seemed eager to come back and... drink your milk
- >You shrug
- >Why not
- >The next day you invite Fluttershy back to your cottage
- >She seems strangely disappointed when you pour her some milk from a bottle into her teacup
- >"It's… very nice…" she says, sipping at it daintily
- >"Anything else I can get you?" you ask
- >Sometimes the poor thing looks like she's about to faint in your presence
- >Still, she manages to maintain enough composure to say "No, thank you."
- >You two share another pleasant afternoon, and then she's off again
- >She's polite, if terrified, but beneath that exterior you sense that she is somehow dissatisfied
- >You're not sure what to do about it, since she's not exactly forthcoming about what she wants
- >And you're not about to go prying through some pony's business
- >You resign yourself to the fact that you probably won't ever know what her issue is
- >That night, a big storm hits
- >It's the fiercest you've ever seen in Ponyville
- >"Ah, fu... ponyfeathers."
- >Helplessly you watch as rainwater saturates the ground and begins to flood inside from under the front door
- >You try plugging up the gap, to no avail
- >Rainwater seeps in from under the floorboards, and drips down from the ceiling
- >For whatever reason they went with a budget contractor, Plot Device, when they built this place
- >You'll have a bone to pick with that guy the next time you see him
- >That asshole owes you a new house
- >In any case, with your home now unlivable, you snatch up your few possessions and the milking device and run over to Fluttershy's cottage
- >It looks pristine from the outside, despite the torrential rain
- >A sensible architect built it on a little hill, and her roof isn't a pile of shit
- >She timidly answers the door when you pound on it
- >"Oh gosh, Femanon! Quick, come inside!"
- >You're dripping wet when you enter
- >Fluttershy brings you a towel for your hair and some hot tea
- >"Could I borrow a blanket or something?" you ask. "These clothes are freezing cold."
- >You feel her eyes on you as you strip down
- >It feels a little strange to have her watching you undress, but you aren't about to ask her to turn around
- >They're all naked here anyway, plus she's a girl, so what's the harm?
- >Still, you sneak a glance in her direction
- >She quickly looks away, but she can't hide the fact that she's blushing intensely
- >Could… could she have a crush on you or something?
- >Lesbian ponies? Is that a thing?
- >You don't know whether to be flattered or concerned
- >She is just a cute little pony, after all
- >But from what you've seen in the seedier parts of Equestria, you know that cute little ponies can have huge sexual appetites
- >Jesus, do they ever
- >You get the impressions that this is something different, though
- >Fluttershy seems genuinely innocent
- >Maybe she's one of those few ponies who's shy around naked people or something
- >In any case, you wrap yourself in the blanket she offers you and curl up on her sofa with the mug of tea
- >She graciously offers to let you stay the night, and then hurriedly offers to let you stay "as long as you need" until the house gets sorted out
- >"Oh, I can't do that to you," you say. "It's going to take them at least a week to build a new one. Maybe two."
- >She mumbles something about a "Twilight," but then cuts herself off and wanders into the kitchen
- >You close your eyes and try not to think about all your ruined sheets and clothes back home
- >You must've dozed off, because you come to a little while later
- >It's still raining outside, and all the candles in the cottage have been extinguished
- >It's too dark to see anything
- >But you do feel something warm and soft cuddled up next to you
- >"Fluttershy?"
- >You hear a faint gasp, and feel her slide away
- >"I.. I'm sorry... that's my only blanket, and I was cold, so..."
- >"Jeez, you gave me your only blanket? Get in here, Fluttershy!"
- >You open it up and pull her in, hugging her tightly against you as you wrap the blanket around the two of you
- >You suddenly remember that you are naked
- >Fluttershy pants hotly against your neck
- >She lets out a little whimper
- >"Are you okay?" you ask, feeling her tremble against you
- >"U-Um…"
- >You suddenly feel her muzzle dig into your breasts
- >She pulls away sharply, letting out a little "eep!"
- >She wriggles, as if trying to fold her body in such away that she doesn't touch your chest
- >"Hey, it's ok," you say, gently holding her so that she doesn't fall off the couch. "They're just boobs. No big deal, see?"
- >You mush them against her to prove your point
- >"A-Ah..!"
- >You feel her trembling a lot harder now
- >Like an idiot, you're about to ask her what's wrong again, when it finally clicks in your mind
- >You suddenly feel those same strong instincts you felt with Cadance kicking in
- >"Oh, sweetheart, calm down," you say, running your hand through her mane. "Just relax."
- >She seems to obey, letting you hold her, still shivering
- >After a minute or so, once she's calmed down, you finally ask
- >"So uh, you wanna suck on my tits, huh?"
- >Her throat moves as she swallows nervously, and she tries to speak, but no words come out
- >She goes very quiet
- >"Well, I'm just gonna lie here," you say. "And if one of my nipples happens to end up in someone's mouth, I don't think I'm going to do anything about it. Just saying."
- >You let that hang in the quiet air, then settle back into the couch
- >It doesn't take long before you feel Fluttershy's first nervous lick at your breast
- >Though it's too dark to see her, you stroke her mane encouragingly
- >When she finally takes your nipple into her lips, that same rush of pleasure fills your body with warmth
- >"Yesss…" you moan, in a quiet hiss. "Good girl."
- >Fluttershy suckles for a long time, just a gentle repetitive suction on your nipple, as if she's too timid to try anything else
- >You continue stroking her mane and whispering nice things in her ears as she does
- >She's just so freaking cute
- >Your hand brushes her cheek, and you realize that she's crying
- >You don't say anything at first, simply ducking down to kiss her on the forehead
- >She suddenly bursts into sobs
- >Quickly you fold your arms around her, hugging her close
- >It's definitely the buzz from breastfeeding, but you want nothing more than to protect her and make her feel safe
- >While you rub her trembling body, you coo nonsense in a way you didn't even know you were capable of
- >"I'm… I'm sorry," Fluttershy manages to sputter. "I just… I just never really knew my mother…"
- >Her shoulders shake as she is wracked by more sobs
- >You really have no idea what to say, but the poor pony obviously is in a lot of pain
- >And she is your friend
- >She might be weird and probably autistic, but she's your first friend in this place
- >After Applejack, you suppose
- >Nothing really comes to mind, so you just blather comfortingly
- >"It's okay, sweetie," you whisper. "It's okay. Just… let it all out."
- >She does so for the better part of half an hour, crying into your neck
- >Eventually she stops, reduced to quiet sniffles instead
- >You stroke her back, waiting for her to say something, but she never does
- >Her breathing slowly becomes more and more even
- >It quickly becomes apparent that she's fallen fast asleep
- >On top of you
- >You consider just waking her up and getting her to move, but you feel like she needs this right now
- >Besides, you've slept in more awkward positions
- >Cradling her in your lap, you scoot a little closer to the corner of the couch, and settle in for the night
- >When morning comes, you find yourself alone, with the blanket wrapped carefully around you
- >You notice a glass of orange juice on the table, and a little pink note beside it
- >"Femanon - thank you for being so kind to me. You are a true friend. I've gone to speak with Princess Twilight about your house. There is more food in the kitchen if you get hungry. - Fluttershy"
- >A true friend, huh
- >All thanks to your big ol' moneymakers
- >That's life for ya
- >Little did you know, this was just the start of your career as "milk therapist" to the ponies of Ponyville...
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