Day Milky Fun in Equestria

>day Milky Fun in Equestria
>it had been a while since you and Milky had been together, and had already lived many fond moments...
>the day you first met, when you helped milk her when she badly needed it...
>the day she lost her shit and nearly smothered you with her crotchboobs...
>the day you helped her race for the first time in years by signing her up in the Running of the Leaves...

>despite spending such time together, Milky was still a bit of a closed up, reluctant sort of mare
>she shirked at the idea of going out, whether it be to Vinyl Scratch's club or a hoedown with Applejack
>she had only JUST started to make some friends around Ponyville
>and she was still on the shy side as far as intimacy went

>of course, she loved taking you to bed with her, but remained VERY shy about you doing anything with her bosoms, especially when it came to doing anything that would make her milk(whether it be with your hands or your mouth)

>in fact, the only times she ever lost her shyness regarding milking her was when she was desperate for a milking
>and after the day she flew off the handle....you weren't about ask her to try 'holding her milk' again....

>you decided, one day, that in order to open up and be a little less shy, you'd have to give her a little nudge...

>you were a bit nervous as you walked through the Everfree forest, it wasn't often that you went out here...
>however, you knew that in this forest, there was someone who could help you have a little 'fun' with Milky

>tromping through the brush, and avoiding a nearby patch of Poison Joke, you soon found it...a knurled up tree with a door and windows, and various masks and trinkets decorating the outside
>you approached the door and gave it a brief knock

>after a few moments, the door opened, and you were greeted by a diminutive zebra...

>"Hello, traveler called Anon! I say that it has been too long!"

Er..hi Zecora. I was hoping to do a little business with you. May I come in?

>Zecora was certainly the first pony you thought of when it came to what you had in mind...
>whenever you got sick or hurt yourself, she was the first pony you'd stop to see
>Ponyville hospital wasn't exactly accommodating for a human, and you'd be damned if you'd degrade yourself by going to the Ponyville vet
>however, whether it be an upset stomach or a broken tooth, Zecora always seemed to have a potion or tincture to help you out
>thus, you were sure she could help you this time...if you said the right words...

>"So anon, what potions do you seek? A draught perhaps to help you sleep?"

Well...this isn't exactly for me, Zecora. Milky...the pony who moved into Ponyville...has been having a little difficulty keeping up with orders of her 'private reserve'. I was wondering if you had something that could help make her a little bit more.....productive?

>Zecora's eyes lit up at these words
>"Ah! I have a potion just for your need. In my land, it's helps out mares who have two foals or three."
>Zecora trotted over to a nearby cabinet, looking through several odd-shaped bottles, while you got out a sack of bits strapped around your waist

>as she brought a crystal white bottle in her mouth, you decided to try your luck....

Um....Zecora? There's one other thing I wanted to ask you. Milky and I have kinda wanted to cut loose a little bit. Do you have anything that could....well....make her a little more....touchy-feely? Intimate?

>Zecora stopped dead as you finished your sentence, nearly dropping the bottle she held carefully in her mouth
>she looked up at you with a mixture of shock and disbelief
>oh fuck....nice going anon.

>Zecora put the bottle down, blushing a bit, and looking around nervously
>"This thing you seek.....I'm.....can I trust you, anon?"

>oh shit, she didn't even TRY to rhyme that time.
>hold up a second...

Wait, so you actually HAVE something like what I'm looking fo.......of course you can trust me!
>"I......I have a potion to make love sweet, but I admit that it's not cheap."
I'll pay whatever it takes. I always do.


>Zecora looked up at you for a long time, almost studying you for trustworthiness, but soon went back to the cabinet, searching through it again.
>reaching to the very back, she pulled out another bottle, this one brown and dusty
>a label on it depicted a black silhouette of a pony, her front legs splayed in front of her, her back legs straight up, and her hindquarters and tail stuck in the air

>"This potion is popular in my land, but in Equestria it is banned."
I understand. I won't tell anyone, Zecora.
>"Remember, a drop or two, her pleasure grows higher. Three or four, burning desire. Five she'll yearn, six she's squrim, more and she'll do anything to quench her fire."

>nodding, you pay her a good number of bits for both potions, and pretty soon it is time for you to part ways
>after saying your goodbyes, you start making your way back through the forest, you hear her call out

>"REMEMBER, today you were not at this tree, and today you never talked to me!"
>understanding what she meant, you started heading toward Ponyville, and toward Milky....


>you were soon back at your house, waiting for Milky to finish her morning delivery
>knowing she's be back any minute, you had made a couple piping hot cups of chamomile tea, her favorite drink, both sitting on the kitchen table

>one would be for you, the other would be for her. Her's, however, would be a bit of different concoction....

>bringing out the two bottles from your pocket, you emptied the contents of the small, crystal bottle into her tea
>you let out a devious giggle, this stuff was going to send her into overdrive.....she'd need a milking in no time!

>you then got the small, brown bottle out. THIS one you were a little more leery about....could you overdo it with this one?

>uncorking it, and with as much precision as possible, you began pouring it, droplet by droplet, into her tea. Each impact of the drop made a small, red puff of smoke.

>1.....2....3.....4......

Hm....is that enough?

>the devil on your shoulder told you otherwise

>5....6...7....8....9.....10

That should do the trick.

>smiling to yourself, you hid both bottles away. After she drank this, you would spend the rest of the day with her at the house, while she turned into a hot, horny, milky mess.
>you couldn't wait...

>Not too long after you fixed the tea, the door opened, Milky in her full milkmare outfit

>"Hey anon! I'm home!"

Hey there Milky! Welcome home, I made you some tea.

>"Really? Anon you're so sweet....is it chamomile!"

>you both sat down at the table as you passed Milky her tea, trying not to smirk
>in a few swallows, she gulped the entire contents of the cup down
>success!

>"Thanks anon, I needed that....OH! I almost forgot to tell you the good news!

>you sipped at the tea, studying her, wondering how long it would take for the twin concoctions to react

Oh? What's the good news?

>Milky breaks into a fit of excited laughter

>"I'VE BEEN PROMOTED!!!! I'm assistant manager at the dairy now!"

Hey, that's great Milky! Congrats!

>"I still get to do deliveries, but now I get to oversee the whole operation! Even better, I get my own little office in the manager building! In fact.....Anon, I wanted to ask you something!"

Sure Milky, shoot.

>"I'm have to back over to the dairy in about fifteen minutes, I get to take an interview from some mare in Ponyville who wants to work there! I want you to see me in action!"

>you very nearly do a spit-take with the chamomile tea you're sipping on

Wh...waitwhat? You're going back to work again? Now?

>"Yeah! Bigger job means bigger responsibilities! Can you please come see, I REALLY want to show you my new office."

>oh god anon, what the fuck have you done....

>Milky and you were soon walking toward her dairy, having agreed to accompany her
>your main motivation was guilt....whatever you did to her, you never intended her to be out in public while the effects took place
>fuck....maybe.....maybe the potions were duds. Maybe they wouldn't do anything at all

>as you walked though, you suddenly saw Milky freeze in place....
>oh fuck

>she stood there for a second or two, then suddenly yelped, leaping a few inches in the air
"M...Milky? Are you okay?"

>Milky blinked back at you for a few seconds, then started laughing
>"Wow.....that was weird, for a second it felt like I was zapped by an electric eel or something...."

>you began nervously laughing with her, trying to conceal any guilty vibes you might be putting off

>"Oh well, I think I'm fine, let's keep walki...."

>Milky's talking ceased immediately, her smile melting away, soon replaced by an expression of complete shock
>her tail twitched and flailed a bit for a few seconds, and she looked up at you, bright red

>"Anon, let's keep moving. Now."

>with that, Milky continued walking, this time much faster, while you tried to keep up


>as you drew close to the dairy, Milky's steps became wobbly, and she once again came to a halt, moaning through her teeth

>you knew what was happening, but you felt like you had to ask, just to avoid looking suspicious

Milky? Tell me what's wrong. It's okay...

>she lets out a groan of embarrassment, then looks up at you, biting her lower lip, her face a sea of embarrassment

>"Anon I....I think I just went into heat or something....It's really bad."

Oh....I...oh dear....maybe you can run home and I'll go tell your boss that you're sick.

>"No, I can't blow this promotion! I'll do this stupid interview really fast, and then I can get out of there."

>with that, she kept walking, you trailing behind

>no more than a hundred paces later, Milky suddenly squirmed in place, gasping, then barely whispering
>"Oh Celestia.....that too?!"
W...wha....
>"I milked myself this morning though!"
You need to.....oh fuck.

>Milky struggles onward though, and though you try to protest, Milky won't have any of it
>fuck, why is she always stubborn toward YOU?

>the dairy complex soon came into view
>damn.....the place was pretty massive, you could see a large barn, a water tower, and not too far away.....a brick, windowed building.....that must have been where all the managers were

>as you got to the brick building, you opened the front door for her, and she rushed inside
>a secretary greeted you both at the front desk, but Milky walked right past her, without returning the greeting
>you turn to the secretary
Er.....hello.
>with that, you hurried after Milky, hot on her tail

>winding down a few hallways, you see Milky get to a wooden door, opening it and disappearing inside
>you pursue her, following her past the door, closing it behind you

>for a few seconds, you notice that Milky wasn't kidding about he office
>there was a large oak desk, carved and ornate, with one of those folded name thingies on it with the name "Milky Way" in bronze
>shelves of books on the walls had titles pertaining to dairy business, history, and machinery
>there was even a few old black-and-white pictures on the walls from when the dairy was much younger....

>however, the few seconds you had to take in the room were interrupted when you nearly tripped on Milky
>she was standing in the middle of the room, rooted to the spot, but her body looking like it was humming with need

M....milky?

>she slowly turns back to you, you can see that she's struggling with need, even with her Milkmare skirt covering up her up

>"A....anon....I don't know what.....I've never had my heat this bad.....and I've never needed to milk so qui...."

>as she kept turning, you saw the hem of her skirt getting tugged a bit to one side, but then immediately come loose, gently brushing against her flanks like a feather duster

>you could see Milky's eyes suddenly get wide as saucers, her front legs giving out and her flanks raising the air when you saw it happen...

>"aaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHH....NHGHHHAAHHHHH!!!!!!"

>as she let out a deep, throaty, needy groan as an involuntary orgasm shot though Milky's body
>you saw the back of her Milkmare skirt suddenly go dark and damp, and twin rivulets of clear, sticky fluid snaking down her back legs and onto the floor

>in the silence of the room, you heard the sharp sound of liquid being spurted into something soft
>you saw her bosoms, partially concealed by the skirt, pressed into the floor
>underneath one of them, the carpet soon grew darker and wet
>she was squirting milk into the carpet as well...


>fucking hell anon, you've really got yourself into deep shit this time

>you hopped up your pony girlfriend on illegal Zebra aphrodisiacs, and now she looked fit to blow the roof off the building if she had another orgasm

>you had to fix this....somehow....before Milky got caught, or worse, lost her job

>as she slowly stood back up, you guided her toward the back of the desk
>the door to her office didn't have a lock, so hopefully if someone walked in you'd have a few seconds of cover

>Milky was now tapping her hooves like she had ants in her skirt
>the sensation of it was definitely bothering her, so you decided to unclasp that lower half
>as the fabric hit the floor, you stumbled back at her state

>her hindquarters were soaked down to the back joints of her legs, her vulva puffy, pulsing and exposed, her tail flicking back and forth, causing little flecks of her juices to sprinkle to and fro
>meanwhile, her bosoms hung heavily underneath her, pulsing occasionally and squirting the carpet with milk

>at any other point, you would have loved this, but Milky looked downright scared being in public in this state

Don't worry Milky....I'll.....I'll find a way to fix this....

>But how?! You knew you could relieve the pressure in her breasts, but what about her 'other' need? As far as you knew, she was at that concotion's mercy.

>however, there was a sudden knock at the door...

>FUCK

>Milky, eyes wide, her fear overcoming her arousal for a second, hopped right into the chair at her desk
>you were right beside her as well, but instead you grabbed her skirt lying on the ground, disappearing behind the desk and wedging yourself into the footspace

>from the confines from under the desk, you heard a voice

>"Erhm....hello Miss Way. I'm here for the interview?"

>you saw Milky push her chair toward the desk toward you, concealing her lower half from view

>"I...um...yes! Take a seat, let's start right now!"

>considering how she was, Milky kept a remarkable amount of composure
>a shuffling of papers was heard, and then Milky spoke again

>"Okay Mrs. Belle, tell me....nhh....why you'd be a good addition to this dairy."

>while the pony started going into details about her experience down on her own farm, you saw Milky's lower half squirming into the seat, only about eight inches from your face

>her bosoms were full to their limit, and soon, they were leaking again....
>a few droplets started running off the edge of the chair, hitting the floor
>you could see Milky occasionally sneaking a hoof down under the desk, pressing her bosoms, as if trying to milk herself

>suddenly though, you saw a pen drop on Milky's side of the desk

>"Oops, dropped my pen! Hang on, let me get it!"

>You saw Milky's head look down at you from the desk, her face sweaty, and her cheeks a light shade of raspberry, and whispered:

>"Milk me."

>with that, she face disappeared back up to her interviewee

>you sat there for a few seconds, processing the request
>the idea sounded fantastic at any other time, but perhaps it was anxiety.....you didn't want to get her busted
>could she keep her cool if you did?

>regardless, there was no other way.....either you did this, or Milky was going to either burst, or flood the carpet

>you're face approached her quivering, overfilled bosoms, and with a moment of hesitation, you wrapped your mouth around her teat

>"EEP!"

>"Is there....um....something wrong?"

>"Uh, nonono, just....uh.....accidentally whacked my tail against the desk."

>you suckled her quietly and discreetly, trying not to make too much noise
>milk flooded into your mouth as you breathed softly, the warm, gulping down the warm, honey-tasting fluid....
>you could see Milky hunching over the desk as you did so, but her body wasn't squirming nearly as bad, relaxing into her seat
>thank god....

>you were already quite full when she tapped you on the head, motioning you toward her other breast
>How much milk was this poor girl carrying?
>You were struck with guilt when that question crossed your mind, This was, after all, your fault.

>determined to make her feel better, you continued to her second breast, suckling until another flood greeted your mouth

>from above, you could hear Milky's voice changing from a nervous stammer to a much more relaxed, almost slurred tone
>well, it was a start...


>you didn't think you could possibly drink another drop of her milk when Milky mercifully moved your head away from her breasts
>flicking open a button on your pants to make room for you now bulging stomach, you let out a silent sigh, maybe you'd both get out of this...

>however, as Milky continued to speak, she suddenly seized your head in her hooves, and mashed your face between her bosoms and legs

>ohshitniggerwhatareyoudoing.jpg

>you would have yelped in surprise, but your desire to stay silent got the better of you
>what the fuck was she.....oh.....

>buried deep into her breasts, your nose was suddenly prodding something burning hot and terribly wet...

>no, there was no way.....she'd be screaming her head off for sure....
>despite this, Milky rammed your head deeper in between her breasts, coaxing you on

>not having much other choice in the matter, you gave her slit a short, gentle lick
>the response was immediate, Milky's lower half jerking against your head

>"AAAAhhhn....annnd what do you believe is th...the most important component of a...ahhhhh speedy, on time milk delivery?"

>she pressed your mouth toward her wet, aching vulva, silently demanding more

>deftly, and trying not to be too forceful, you lapped and licked at her with as much gentleness as you could muster
>despite not being intended specifically for a human, the heat and pheromones she was giving off were certainly having an effect on you
>your own arousal growing, you traced your tongue all the way up between her plumped lips, until you found what you were looking for....
>with a sudden motion, you placed your mouth over her now engorged clit, giving it a kiss

>Milky very nearly shouted her next sentence

>"So in c-conclusion, Can you....ah....name three to five words summarizing yourself as a p-potential employee?"

>Milky gave you one last mighty thrust, forcing your mouth back over her love button
>like her breasts, you began to suckle it gently, and you felt Milky's legs clamp around your head

>"O...okay. You did good, M...Miss Belle. I'll see you tomorrow morning when....when I've...come....come............to a decision."

>the mare thanked Milky for her time, and you soon heard hoofsteps walking away from the room, and the door to the office opening, all the while you continued to lick and suck at her...

>as soon as you heard the door close, Milky bent over the desk, letting out a strained, pent up, desperate moan...

>"aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!!!!!"

>Milky's whole body shook as you, thundering with an orgasm even more powerful than the last
>a spraying gush of fluid hit your chin and neck, running down off the chair and soaking your front
>at the same time, you thought your head was going to get crushed by how hard Milky was squeezing

>you felt so confused.....so guilty....yet so turned on

>Milky slumped back into her chair, taking a deep, relieved breath while you finally clamored out from the tight, enclosed space under the desk
>you stood up, almost losing your balance from your legs shaking, holding your pants up with one hand since at this point they were still unbuttoned, and now, partially unzipped

>Milky looked up at you with a rather dizzied smile, then giggled softly

>A...anon. I *pant* don't know what's gotten into me but....thanks for *gasp* helping me out back there."

>you couldn't take it anymore

No! Milky......Milky....look, I have a confession to make. This is all my fault....

>the smile faded a bit as she looked up at you, perplexed

>"W...what do you mean?"

I thought you were going to be home all day, and I thought it'd be fun to see you cut loose and....I....I used a....a potion on your drink.

>Milky looked up at you for a while, not believing what you said, almost expecting you to blurt out "Just kidding" at any moment

>"You.....you dosed me?"

I'm sorry Milky, it was really stupid of me....I wouldn't blame you if you hated me right now.

>you felt a lump rise in your throat as Milky's eyes bored into you
>it wasn't spaghetti bursting out of your pockets this time, it was pure, unbridled shame

>you prayed that Milky could forgive you for all this

>after what felt like an eternity of silence, Milky finally spoke

>"I'm not gonna lie Anon, I'm pretty disappointed with you. I didn't think the first friend I ever made in Ponyville could do something that underhooved."
>her words stung, but you stood there and too them

>"But you're sorry....and I guess you didn't expect things to get THIS out of hand so.....I can forgive you."

>you felt as though a massive weight was lifted from your shoulders, and you nearly jumped in the air

Oh Milky! Thank....I....I'm sorry I ever....

>"Ap! ap! ap! FIRST, you have to make it up to me before I can forgive you."

Sure Milky. Anything.

>"The list is pretty long, but you can start by promising to never EVER do anything that stupid ever again."

I promise. Never again.

>"As for my second demand...."

>Milky hopped off the chair, then planted her front hooves and upper body over the desk, lifting her tail away from her flanks.
>she looked back at you impatiently

>"Well?"

>you stood there for a second, not really believing what was happening

But what if someone walks....

>milky groaned in exasperation

>"Anon, I am more worked up than I've ever been in my entire life. I just finished milking and creaming myself in front of what might just be my future coworker. I don't care anymore. Can you at LEAST do me a favor and fix this?"

>Milky held her flanks a little higher, biting her lower lip hard

>Boner: Well....the lady insists.
>shut up boner, this is your fault

>you yank down your pants and underwear
>at this point you're rock hard, and you approach Milky, pressing your length between her flanks
>her skin is so hot, and she moans in response to the sensation

>grabbing both sides of her haunches, and guiding yourself in slowly, the tip of your member was soon inside her....
>however, like a magnet or a vaccum, you felt as though Milky's body had drawn you in on it's own volition
>Milky let out a soft scream of pleasure while you stood there, absorbing her burning body heat, seeing stars


>"Again....harder...."

>you withdrew your shaft nearly all the way, then pushed yourself back in a little faster

*FWAP*

>"Harder!"

>you listened, pumping your hips harder, until soon you were slamming yourself as hard as you dared into her flanks
>wet, obscene squelches started echoing through the room, along with each loud slap of her rear against your groin as you rode her hard

*SLAP SLAP FWAP SLAP SLAP*

>her bosoms bounced wildly, and began squirting milk on the floor
>her moans came out short and breathy, as she tried not to make noise

>it didn't feel like much time at all.....Milky's flanks pressed into you, and you felt yourself being squeezed hard
>with one final, low moan, Milky orgasmed once more, her juices running down your shaft, balls, and legs as she squirted all over you, biting her front leg to avoid crying out in pleasure
>the heat and wetness took you completely by surprise
>without warning, your own orgasm soon tore through you
>bending over involuntarily, your stomach against her back, you feel yourself cum long and deep inside her....

Epilogue

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>the next morning, you were standing in the kitchen of your house, Milky at your side
>it was bright and early, and you yawned deeply, trying to shake the sleepiness out of your head
>in one hand, you held a small milk-bottle carrier
>in the other, you had a cup of coffee

C'mon Milky.....do I have to wear the hat too?

>you looked up at the slightly undersized milkmare hat perched on your head

>"Anon, you promised you'd make it up to me! If you're gonna do my morning milk deliveries for a month, you have to look the part!"

>you grumble to yourself, finishing the coffee

Fine....

>Milky smiled, reared up on her hind legs, wrapping you in a hug, and kissing you sweetly

>"Love you, anon."

>You returned the smile, maybe a few weeks of delivering milk wouldn't be so bad. All things considered, you got off pretty easily.

Alright, I gotta head to the dairy. I'll see you a little later, Milky.

>giving her one last peck, and stroking her mane, you head out the front door

>as you closed the door and departed, Milky suddenly smirked fiendishly
>she uncurled her tail a bit, concealed inside was a small brown bottle with a black silhouette of pony on the front...
>the same one you THOUGHT you had hidden away, only now it was half empty

>"Hope you liked the coffee, anon. This is gonna be fun...I just hope this stuff works on non-ponies."

>she grabs her saddle backs, getting ready to secretly follow you for the rest of the day...
>payback's a bitch, ain't it?