FNF - Pony Milk

This story got out of hand.  But then again, there's nothing wrong with that.

[Part I]

>Another day, another stall to muck out.
>You wipe your arm across your brow and sigh.
“Well, that about does it, I guess.”
>Taking a moment to lean on the shovel in front of you, you eye your progress.
>Clean as it’s going to get, thank goodness.
>Three down, so that just leaves three more.
>Maybe you’ll be done by lunch.
>The laborious task wasn’t unfamiliar; you’d worked with livestock back on earth, so filling in Ponyville’s niche for milk production had seemed to be a natural calling.
>Turns out ponies really like their milk.
>Business was booming, so much so that you were considering hiring some help from town.
>But that’s still up for debate.
>Your arms begin to ache from inactivity so with a sigh you prepare to dive back into your shoveling.
>“Anonymous!”
>The familiar voice gives you pause.
>With a grin, you turn and spot the two ponies standing in the entryway to the barn.
>One bouncing excitedly in place, the other hovering a few feet off the ground.
“Pinkie, Rainbow Dash.  Good to see you.”
>The puffy-maned Pinkie laughs and sproings her way over to you like she’s got springs in her legs.
>The chromatic pegasus isn’t far behind.
>They’re both wearing big, goofy, dangerous smiles.
>Pranking smiles.
>Out of habit, you check for any obvious tricks, but finding none you decide to give them the time of day.
“So girls, what can I do for you today?”
>Both mares share an excited look before Rainbow Dash speaks.
>“We were just wondering if we could, get some milk?”
>She’s trying to play it cool.
>Pinkie, the squirmy thing, is making it very hard for Dash’s request to seem nonchalant.
>“Yeah, lots and LOTS of milk!”
>Huh, weird request.
>Shrugging a little, you move towards the storage unit, only to be suddenly stopped by Dash clearing her throat.
>“Not that kind of milk, Anon.”
>Pinkie brings her hooves to her mouth, unable to suppress the giggles as she adds,
>“Yeah, we need…”




***PONY MILK***

>You glance between the two mares, pursing your lips together and repeating their request.”
“You need, Pony… Milk…”
>Their heads bob in time with one another.
>What the heck?
>Who in their right mind would sell pony milk?
>You bring your fingers to your forehead and sigh.
>Best to get this out of the way quickly.
“Well then, we’ve got ourselves a problem, because I don’t deal in anything other than cow milk.”
>Rainbow purses her lips together and flies up in front of your face.
>You attempt to jerk away but she manages to stay on you like white on rice.
>From the way she’s staring into your eyes, she’s not buying that for a minute.
>“What about that really weird pony who was here a few months ago?”
>“Yeah!  With the wibbly-wobblies!”
>Right, you’d had a guest a while back who’d come to you looking for help.
>Cream colored mare, blue mane and great big teats hanging under her barrel.
>Big enough that they’d be impressive on a human.
>You don’t remember her name, but that incident had been interesting, to say the least.
>Seeing her strapped in had stirred something…
>Whoops!
>Snapping back to reality, you catch yourself smiling.
>It’s pretty obvious that the girls have seen it as well.
>Clearing your throat, you attempt to defuse the situation before it gets out of hand.
“Well, that was different.  She needed my help an-”
>Pinkie joins you and Rainbow Dash, her face split by a broad, hopeful smile.
>“Well we need your help too Anon!”
>“Yeah!  Otherwise we’ll have to call off the prank!”
>Ah, so it is a prank.
>You glance between the two mares, Dash holding her hooves up to her mouth as she realized she let the big secret slip out.
>Still, they came to the wrong place.
>Shrugging, you turn away.



“Sorry girls, as much fun as it might be to join in on one of your gags, I already told you that I don’t do pony milk here; there’s no ponies to be milked.”
>Nice!
>Game, set, match, Anonymous!
>While you gloat, you become aware of a short series of whispers behind you as they continue to plot and scheme, ultimately in vain.
>Finally, as you’re about to shoo them off, Pinkie laughs.
>“Okay then, I’ll do it!”
“What?”
>You spin on the ball of your foot, giving the pink pony a curious scowl.
>The cotton candy mare seems especially excited as she leaves a flustered looking Rainbow Dash behind and trots over to one of the clean stalls.
>“I just have to get in here and you hook me to the machine and it makes milk, right?”
>As Pinkie moves to step into the stall, you make a quick sound that cuts her trek short.
“Wait!  It, it’s not that simple!”
>After taking a moment to recover, Pinkie giggles.
>“I’m not a little filly Anon; I know how milk is made!”
>She rears up onto her hind legs and brings her hooves into contact with her nipples, nearly invisible against her pink body.
>“Milk comes from teats!  When a foal sucks on them, milk comes out.  That’s what the machines here do; they make cows make milk, right?  So, hook me up!”
>Nope.
>This is a bad idea.
>An awful idea.
>Shaking your head, you cross the barn and close the gate.
“Not happening.  Besides, there’s way more to it than that.  Milking requires a change in the chemical balance in the body.  If the need isn’t there then milk won’t be produced, at least not in sufficient quantities.”
>Pinkie pouts, working her mouth from one side to the other as Dash flaps over to you.
>The blue pony glances around and then grins.
>It’s a devious look that sends a shiver down your spine.
>“So, Anon… you’re saying that a female has to get pregnant first, right?”
>Well, now that’s out in the open.



>You grin and rub the back of your neck.
“Th-that’s the short version, yeah.”
>She doesn’t think you’ll…
>Oh no.
>The blue blur opens her mouth again, but you’re quick to cut her off by holding your hands up in front of you and shaking your head from side to side.
“Nope, not happening!  I say it to Fluttershy every day and I’ll say it to you now: I’m not having sex with ponies!”
>A still descends over the barn, broken only by the slowly accelerating muffled grunts and snorts from the mares.
>Eventually they can’t take it anymore, cackling like mad beasts and leaning heavily against one another as they gasp for air.
>“I-ha, ha, I didn’t mean, THAT!”
>“Oh Nonny…”
>Pinkie giggles
>“You’re so silly sometimes!  We need the milk today, not a year from now!”
>Color burns its way onto your face as you grumble to yourself.
“W-well yeah, of course, I was just, just saying, you know?”
>After the girls settle down, Rainbow Dash continues.
>“Well, I was just going to say that for all the milk that you produce here, I sure don’t see many calves.”
>Crap…
>“So, I’m thinking…”
>Crap, crap, crap…
>Dash fixes you with a coy grin.
>“That you’ve found a way around this whole needing to be pregnant to make milk thing.”
>Dangit.
>Grumbling, you shove your hands into your pockets as the sound of hooves clapping together echoes in the barn.
>“All right, Dashie!  You got him cornered!”
>“Heh, I sure did.  So spill it, Anon; what are you pumping these cows full of so that they make milk all the time?”
>You shuffle your feet against the ground debating if you’ll tell your biggest secret.
>The girls probably won’t make any trouble for you, but if you don’t say anything they’re just going to harass you, or try and figure it out on their own.
>Best to avoid that.
>Sighing, you scratch the back of your head and pull the secret out of your pocket.



>It’s not much, just a bit of powder held in a small sack.
>As the ponies close in to sit around you, you explain.
“This is a little something I started getting from Zecora a few months ago.  It stimulates changes in hormone levels that would be comparable to an advanced state of pregnancy, so the cow’s bodies think that they need to begin producing a lot of milk for the coming calf.  The calf never actually arrives, and I need to continue to feed this to them once a week or so to maintain the hormonal balance, but otherwise the cows may as well have been carrying around their young.”
>Somewhere between stimulates and changes, Rainbow had lost interest, but Pinkie leans in and prods at the bag with her hoof.
>“So, it’s one of Zecora’s potions?”
“N-not really, it’s more of a supplement.  I mix it in with their feed to makes sure that each cow is getting the amount that they need.”
>You can see the gears in Pinkie’s head turning.
>That worries you a little.
>“So, if you put some of that in, say, a cake mixture?”
>Ho boy.
“Yeeeeahhh… any female that ate the cake would have their bodies begin to prepare for a coming foal, like a ghost pregnancy.”
>“Spooky!”
>Laughing, Pinkie bounces in place, obviously ecstatic at the thought.
“But I’m not going to give it to you!  If it ever got out that I was responsible, I might not be able to use this stuff anymore.”
>Dash sighs, obviously getting fed up with repeating herself.
>“Well, we’re not interested in pranking ponies into making milk; we just want pony milk for a prank!”
>“Right!”
>Pinkie gives a quick nod to her friend before looking up at you.
>“So, maybe you could give me an itty-bitty teensy-weensy pinchy-winchy of your milking powder and then hook me up to one of your milking machines?”
>Scratching the back of your head, you sigh.
“If I say no, are you going to beg?”
>Pinkie gives an excited nod.
>Great.



“Okay then.  So is it just going to be you?  Rainbow Dash, do you want in on this?”
>Red rushes to the pegasus’ face as she shakes her head.
>“N-no thanks!  Pinkie said that she’s got this under control.  Besides, I’d look weird with my teats all swollen up.  It totally goes against my streamlined form!  And besides-”
>Holding you your arms, you wave her off and laugh.
“Woah there, a simple no would be enough.  All right Pinkie, just give me a minute to mix this into something.”
>Generally, you build up the hormones over time by dropping the powder into the grain you feed the cows.
>Since the girls want quick results, it’ll be better if you use a fluid.
>The spoon clatters against the insides of the cup as you mix the powder until it disappears.
>For the most part, anyway.
>It still makes the water look like a poor man’s alka seltzer.
>You shove the glass into Pinkie’s hooves, and she downs it like a champ, giggling the whole while.
>“It’s so fizzy!  I love it!”
>With a content sigh, she hands the glass back to you and then promptly plops down onto her hindquarters.
>Spreading her legs, she stares expectantly down at her crotch.
>Rainbow’s face colors again, but she watches with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
>It takes a few moments, but eventually you see two small lumps pushing up against the flesh.
>A few seconds later, her nipples pop up, prominently pointing skyward as Pinkie gives a delighted laugh.
>“Nonny-Nonny, Dashie, look!  Look, it’s really working!”
>The subtle swelling continues for a few seconds longer, raising maybe three quarters of an inch away from the rest of her body.
>Rainbow gawks as she forgets to breathe.
>“P-Pinkie, you’re HUGE!”
>Huge?
>You look at the barely noticeable lumps and give a resigned sigh.
>Yeah, you suppose she is huge.
>For a pony.
>Still, the pink mare giggles and prods her hooves against her latest additions with a great deal of delight.



>“Right?  Oh wow Nonny, this is so exciting!  Am I ready to get milked now?”
“Y-yeah, just a second.”
>Before heading into the small space, you pull down a lever, opening the machine within to the larger system.
>You’re one button press away from being in business.
>While her teats are far from impressive, you’d be lying if you said that there wasn’t a part of you that was excited at the prospect of milking the pink pony.
>Moving to set up the milker, you can hear Pinkie continue to poke at herself, beginning to take on a sing-song tone as she whispers to herself.
>“Squishy-squashy-ohmygoshy!  Even if the milk is pink, it’s still good to drink!”
>Another burst of laughter escapes her lips as you finish the preparations.
“All right, if you’re ready then I can get you set in here.”
>Pinkie wastes no time bounding into the stall.
>You adjust the harnesses and tighten the belts to make sure that the automated milker is snug without being too tight.
>After a few more checks, you look back to Dash and nod towards the far wall.
“Hey, hit the big green button for me?”
>“Huh?”
>Snapping out of her daze, Rainbow gives a confused frown.
>You sigh and point to the wall.
“You’re not going to stand around slack jawed the whole time are you?  Just go hit that button.”
>Dash sticks out her tongue, but is quick to rush off.
>There’s the tell-tale clank of machinery as it begins to whirr accompanied shortly thereafter by a squeak of delight from Pinkie.
>“O-ooh!  I can feel something happening, Anon!  Dashie, come quick!”
>As you hear Rainbow screech to a stop behind you, you kneel down and check the milker.
>Sure enough, there’s pressure on her teats, and it’s already beginning to get results.
>The clear tubes leading away from the pink pony have begun to be painted by a thin sheen of yellowish milk.
>It’s not much, but ¬her body seems to be more than willing to share its newfound bounty.



>Pinkie squirms and sighs, her eyes fluttering as she lifts and lowers her hooves in an uneasy rhythm.
>After a few seconds her big blue eyes glaze over and her mouth goes slightly slack.
>You can almost see the tip of her tongue threatening to escape her lips as she gazes off into space.
>The milk begins to flow more easily as time goes on, causing the puffy pink pony starts making gentle cooing sounds, punctuated by brief, shallow moans as she shifts her weight from one side to the next.
>Well that’s certainly unexpected.
>Clearing your throat, you shift your leg to hide the fact that the mildly erotic sounds are beginning to get a rise out of you.
>Dash simply gapes.
>However, all too soon, Pinkie’s teats quick deflate; her once proud mounds disappearing almost seamlessly back into her pink belly.
>The milk stops flowing soon after.
>With a grunt, you nod to Dash who goes and presses the button again, cutting off the machine in the process.
>After unhooking Pinkie, you lead them over to the bucket where you were catching the milk.
>It’s barely even a quarter of the way full.
>Both Pinkie and Dash look distraught.
>“That’s not enough!”
>“Nope, nope, we need so much more!”
>With a resigned sigh you shrug your shoulders and shake your head.
“Well I’m sorry girls, but that’s all you’re really going to get today.”
>Slouching, the mares stare at the fruits of their labor.
>Pinkie’s head jerks up, her eyes shimmering as she puffs out her lower lip.
>“B-but Nonny, couldn’t we use more of the powder?”
>What is she-
>A sudden tightness grips your heart and twists as the pink pony’s pursed face begins to eat away at your defenses
>Oh… oh jeez!
>It’s the Pinkie Pout!
>You quickly cover your eyes with your hand.
“Stop that!”
>There’s a momentary pause and an audible pop as you assume Pinkie’s face moves back into place.



>Peeking through your eyes, you see that the coast is clear; she’s only looking upset and not pleading anymore.
>Sighing, you drop your hand to the side and offer a consolatory smile.
“Well you girls tried, right?”
>They both nod, Pinkie’s eyes taking on a glassy look as a wistful smile works its way across her lips.
>“Too bad, I was really starting to enjoy it too.”
>Dash stares at her friend for a moment but then huffs and scowls at the bucket.
>“I’m just upset we couldn’t get any more.  I mean, this isn’t enough milk to do anything!”
>Grinning, you laugh and wave your hand in the air.
“Well like I said before, the powder works a supplement, it’s meant to build up the hormones in the body over time to regularly produce milk.  It’s safer for the cows to have the powder cut with some lesser products.”
>They stand up a little straighter at that.
>What did-
>Uh oh.
>Before you can speak, Dash is up in your grill, an enormous smile spread across her face.
>“So, what you’re saying is, the powder isn’t as potent as it could be?”
“I-I didn’t say th-”
>The sound of springs sproinging circles you in time with Pinkie’s bouncy movements.
>“Oh.  Yes.  You.  Did~!”
>Setting your lips into a thin line, you cross your arms over your chest and try to glance away.



>The blue blur follows every twist of your head, her eyes wide and expectant.
>Your will crumbles as you stare into those oversized eyes.
>With a sigh, you grunt,
“Yeah.  I have Zercora add a few things to make it so that the cows are happy and healthy and don’t suffer negative side effects afterwards.  It makes the powder a little less powerful but it’s good for the livestock.”
>Both ponies stop and stare at one another.
>After several seconds of silence, Dash grins and hurries towards the door.
>“Come on you two!  We’ve got a zebra to see!”
>What?
>You want no part of this.
>Holding up your hands, you try again to wave them off.
“Oh no, I’ve still got work to do here in the barn!”
>But try as you might, you can feel the pink fuzz of Pinkie’s mane pushing against your leg.
>“C’mon, Nonny, we’ll have sooooo much fun, I promise!”
>Ugh.



[Part II]

>The hike to Everfree Forest doesn’t take too terribly long, but as you approach the tree line it becomes apparent that both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie are a little anxious.
>Maybe it’s the chattering of teeth, or the constant side-to-side head swipes, but you get the feeling that the ponies aren’t too keen on going into the woods.
>You don’t really understand why, every time you’ve gone in the creatures have left you alone.
>Zecora says it’s something about your ‘predator stink’ that dissuades them.
>Whatever that means.
>But neither of your companions know that you haven’t been harassed in the woods before.
>Smiling, you attempt to worm your way out of this mess.
“Wow, how spooky, huh?”
>“Y-You said it, Nongo-Bongo; I HATE going into the Everfree Forest!”
>Sensing her pranking partner’s hesitancy, Dash puts on a brave face and puffs out her chest.
>“I, I don’t see what the big deal is.  We’ve had plenty of adventures in these woods.”
>There’s a snap from the woods, putting both mares on edge.
>Rainbow grits her teeth and braces her legs against the ground, though a slight tremor runs along the length of her spine.
>Right up until the weight of Pinkie Pie lands squarely on the blue peagsus’ back, the pink mare squealing in terror and strangling her friend with her hooves.
>“MONSTER!”
>You watch without bothering to hide the smile on your face as Dash gags out
>“P-Pinkie!  Get… Get offa me!”
>Even though the frizzy-maned mare seems terrified, you have to wonder how much of it is an act, especially with the way she’s grinning and clinging to her friend.
>The pegasus bucks her hindquarters a few times, eventually tossing the pink pony off into the dirt.
>Huffing in frustration, Rainbow tosses her mane and scowls gently at her friend.
>“Jeez, you’re such a scaredy mare sometimes.”



>With a sheepish smile Pinkie clambers back to her hooves, though she continues to shoot glances back beyond you and Dash to the wooded area you’re about to enter.
>Grinning, you press a little further.
“Yeah, but it’s not without reason.  Who knows what could be waiting for us in there…”
>Pinkie squeals and grabs hold of Rainbow Dash again, pressing herself cheek to cheek with her friend.
>Those big blue eyes stare out at you, and you can’t help the broad smile creeping across your face.
“Maybe it would be best if we turned back.”
>“No way!”
>Before you can deliver the finishing blow, the plucky pegasus pushes herself into the conversation.
>Pulling her face away from Pinkie’s, Dash reaches out her hooves and grabs her friend, giving a gentle shake and scowling.
>“We’ve gotta do this Pinkie, otherwise the whole prank is shot!”
>Despite seeming anxious, Pinkie gives a solemn nod and attempts a serious face.
>“R, right, it’s for the prank.”
>Dash grins and gives her friend a playful punch before they release one another.
>The bold flyer takes up point and moves into the woods, followed quickly by Pinkie.
>Which leaves you, the unwilling accomplice, stuck bringing up the rear.
>Sure enough, the critters of the forest stay out of sight.
>For the most part anyway, you did see something big skulking about in the shadows, but once it caught a whiff of you it seemed content to stay there.
>Navigating through the twists and turns of the forest, the three of you eventually arrive at Zecora’s hut.
>Unfortunately, Dash takes that moment to begin to hesitate about going forward, while Pinkie begins mumbling a few choice words about some kind of ‘evil enchantress’.
>Sighing, you decide to make the best of this situation and pick up some supplies as long as you’re here.



>Passing your companions, you rap your knuckles against the door three times.
>After a moment’s pause, you hear a cheerful couplet ringing out from beyond the portal.
>“Always hitting so high upon my door, welcome Anon; have you come for more?”
>With a chuckle, you push the door open and duck to pass under the frame.
>It’s always a bit of a nuisance to enter her home, with your head threatening to clack into everything hanging from the ceiling, but there’s an interesting atmosphere that makes it all worth it.
“Something like that.”
>Long and lean, the black and white striped zebra fixes you with a small smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling a little.
>“Coming back for more of my brew?  You used too much, didn’t you?”
>You give a sheepish grin and scratch at the side of your cheek as the ponies trickle in behind you.
“No, I’ve still got enough.  But I was wondering if you could help me with something else.”
>Rainbow tilts her head up in a mute greeting.
>Pinkie isn’t so polite.
>“Hiya Wacky-Zacky!  What’s brewing?”
>A look of surprise crosses the zebra’s face, but she smiles and nods to the table.
>“What is this that crosses my eye?  Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie!  Welcome, welcome, take a seat, I’m sure your hooves are quite beat.”
>As the mares move to the table, Zecora fixes you with a curious smile.
>“I sense a great deal of duress, may I assume this is not business?”
>Grunting, you roll your eyes and give a pointed look towards your companions.
“You’d be right about that, those two won’t let me get a moment’s peace until I get them the milk that they want.”
>“You should have enough milk to meet their need, unless you forgot my warning about greed.”
“It’s not that.”
>Grumbling again, you squat down and whisper in Zecora’s ear.
“They, they need ‘pony’ milk.”



>You’re not sure if the zebra is intrigued or disgusted, as you only get a momentary flash up her lip curling and an eyebrow rise, but eventually she nods and returns to a neutral smile.
>“Ah and now I begin to see, why you are having such difficulty.  But I must say you’d best send them away.”
“But look at them!”
>Zecora again looks over to the table.
>Pinkie Pie is poking at Rainbow Dash with an overly long feather she pulled from the ceiling.
>Rainbow is rolling her eyes, but after a few moments she bites her lip and picks up a wooden spoon, jabbing the feather-wielding mare right back with a smile on her lips.
>Giving a small grunt, Zecora turns her eyes back to yours but doesn’t bother to expand on her observations.
>It’s painfully clear that she doesn’t see what you see.
>Maybe because she’s about as cute as they are.
>The zebra sighs and shakes her head.
>“Anonymous you have such a great big heart, I would hate to see it ripped apart.”
“Look, can you give me a higher concentration of the usual stuff?  Just this once, I promise.”
>There’s a long moment of silence before Zecora gives a stiff nod and trots over to her alchemical station to begin her work.
“I will give you something more potent to be sure but I must warn you again, be careful what you wish for.  Too much at once will make a mess and create a great deal of stress.”
“Right, I remember: ‘It’s a cinch, just a pinch and watch them swell up inch by inch’.”
>The teasing gleam returns to your pusher’s eyes as she chuckles.
>“You’d do well to remember that my friend, as I enjoy having your bits to spend.”
>After a few more minutes of work, Zecora hands you the usual amount of powder, along with a more potent dosage in a much smaller pouch.
>Taking out a sack of bits, you part with them with a heavy heart, sighing as the zebra takes your hard-earned money and secures it.



>Opening the smaller pouch, you take stock of what you’ve got.
>There’s enough for about a dozen uses, but you have no intention of using any of it beyond today.
>You feel that you’ve been swindled on some level, but you don’t say anything.
>Zecora has a way of giving you exactly what you need, and you’re almost afraid to ask why there’s so much.
>Saying your goodbyes, you gather up the mares and lead them out of the forest, back to the farm.
>With Everfree behind you, the mares are back into their usual energetic states.
>Which means that Pinkie is bouncing around in anticipation of her upcoming milking, and Dash is wearing occasional secret smiles when you sneak a peek at her.


[Part III]

>Within the hour you’re back at the farm and preparing for the next attempt at milking Pinkie.
>She’s trotting in place with a broad smile splitting her face as her eyes focus on the spoon swirling in the cup.
>You’re a little uncertain about all of this, especially since the extra-potent mixture seems to be so much thicker than before.
>There’s a hiss and pop of fizz as the powder interacts with the water, bubbling almost violently over the lip of the glass.
>Not wanting to get any on you, you place your reservations aside and pass the concoction to Pinkie.
>The frizzy-maned mare stares for an instant at the cup and then tries to down the entire thing in one go.
>The cloudy white fluid rolls down the length of the glass into Pinkie’s waiting mouth, and you can hear Dash begin an excited chant beside you.
>“Go, Pinkie, go!  Go, Pinkie, go!  You’re almost there!”
>Pinkie gags but it’s an affirmative sound.
>With the last of the supplement laden water rolling past her lips, Pinkie gives an exhausted sigh before giggling and flipping the glass back to you.
>“Ugh, that’s so fizzy-wizzy.  My tumbly’s all rumbly now.”
>Despite her cute complaints, Pinkie is quick to plop back down into a seated position and cast her eyes downward.
>As the seconds pass and Pinkie doesn’t show signs of an immediate reaction, you can hear Rainbow Dash begin to get more agitated.
>She paws at the ground and grumbles quietly to herself.
>Before Dash can storm off in frustration, Pinkie gives an excited squeak.
>“Oh, oh my gosh!”
>The pegasus pony’s head twists back around fast enough to give you whiplash for her.
>As your fingers move up to ease the suddenly tight muscles in your neck, you let your eyes drift down to Pinkie’s crotch.
>Sure enough, the nipples have made themselves visible again, standing out from her underbelly.
>But there doesn’t seem to be any real growth.
>Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.



>Still, the powder does seem to be having some effect on her.
>The pink mare’s body heaves as she wets her lips, small bursts of whimpers and almost soundless cries escaping the back of her throat.
>At last, you begin to see some change.
>Barely noticeable lumps of flesh pushing forward, making themselves known against her otherwise smooth belly.
>They reach their previous threshold, just under and inch away from her body, and then pause.
>And then they begin to surge forward.
>Pinkie gives a lengthy cry of delight as her teats begin growing again, quickly passing the first inch.
>Then the second.
>And the third.
>Panic seizes you as you wonder exactly how Zecora cut this batch of powder.
>While you doubt she’d want to do harm to any of the ponies, this is quickly getting out of hand.
>Well, not really, she’s still got a way’s to go before she’s even a handful, but…
>“WOWIE ZOWIE!”
>With a cheerful laugh, Pinkie brings her hooves underneath her now prominent assets, juggling them from one side to the next.
>Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped while you were entranced by the swelling teats and hasn’t bothered to pick it up off the ground.
>“Nonny, this is super de duper!  I can actually still feel them growing.”
>Rolling them again, you notice she’s developed a healthy jiggle that ripples through the entirety of the hanging orbs.
>Your throat goes dry as they quickly approach, and then surpass, handful size.
>Pinkie’s joyous expression falters ever so slightly as she nibbles on her lower lip.
>It quickly becomes clear that it’s not pain that brought her down, but the lazy sort of half-lidded nature to her eyes suggests a rather delightful strain upon her lower half.
>“Ah… mm…”
>And there it is.
>Quiet grunts and moans begin to accompany the pink pony’s much more purposeful touching and jiggling of her engorged teats.



>Her eyes seem to cross ever so slightly as thin rivulets of yellow milk spring from the nipples, dribbling down the expansive curves and splotching the floor beneath.
>“It, it feels so good, Anon.  C-Can you hook me up, now?”
>The last word carries with it an uncomfortable pleading note that strikes something deep in your chest.
>You’re pretty sure that you could bend her over right now and she wouldn’t say a word.
>But, that would be so weird.
>Settling for giving her a mute nod, you lead the dazed pony into the milking stall.
>It takes a minute or two to set up the milker, made worse by the fact that Pinkie’s relentless squirming ends up soaking your fingers in her milk as she rubs herself against the cups, as though she were dry humping them.
>Of course, the abundance of warm, pliant flesh pressing against your fingers is enough to make them slick with sweat as well.
>Your usually dexterous digits feel fat and bloated as they caress her swollen skin.
>Thankfully, the pink mare doesn’t seem to mind, cooing gently every time her hot flesh comes into contact with your fingers.
>In fact, as you place the plastic into place, you can almost swear that she’s trying to get your hands all over her teats.
>It’s enough to remind you of home.
>At last, you finish securing the milker and look to Dash.
“All right, go press the button.”
>The pegasus just stands still, staring ahead at the scene unfolding in front of her.
>Pinkie moans, drifting somewhere between pain and pleasure as she whimpers in a helpless tone.
>“Dashie, puh~leeze!”
>There’s an audible gulp from the blue blur, but she still makes no move to break away from her current position.
>Giving a sigh, you pat Pinky on the flank with your sticky fingers and hurry over to the edge of the barn.



>Pressing down on the button, you can hear the hiss of machinery as it sets about its task.
>A moment later, a delighted moan joins in the quiet cacophony of sound.
>Pinkie squirms and whimpers as you join Dash in observing the pink pony’s milking process.
>The glazed expression has come back full force, and the pink mare’s tongue is hanging out of the side of her mouth, playfully twitching from time to time.
>A small dribble of drool drips intermittently from the tip as Pinkie’s eyes cross and uncross again and again.
>“Oh, oh yeah.  Thank you, Nonny~, thank you!”
>High overhead, you can already see the milk flowing up and out from the tubes, rushing away from the source and over to the bucket.
>Her flow is really quite exceptional.
>As Pinkie instinctively bucks her hips backwards, you give a sheepish grin and glance down at Dash.
“She’s, really getting into it isn’t she?”
>The blue pegasus can only manage a brief grunt as she continues to watch Pinkie grind against the air.
>“She’s, enormous…”
>Finally, you and Dash can agree on an assessment of Pinkie’s size.
>Still, it’s pretty clear that the conversation isn’t going to go anywhere fast.
>Puffing your cheeks out, you look back to the boundless ball of energy, but a sudden splashing sound catches your attention.
>Off to the side, you can see the fresh pail of milk already overflowing.
“Crap!”
>You hadn’t expected that!
>Snapping out of her daze, Rainbow’s voice cracks as she cries
>“Anon, Pinkie’s milk is going everywhere!  Hurry up and fix it you jerk!”
>Quietly cursing the blue pegasus, you hustle over to the command center and work to switch the flow of the milk.
>Usually one bucket is enough, but Pinkie seems especially loaded.
>Grumbling to yourself, you select a storage tank and pull the lever.



>There’s a hiss of steam as gears grind and the milk overflowing from the bucket finally slows as the rest of the yellow cream is forced deeper into the barn.
>Bringing your arm across your forehead, you hold back a satisfied smile and move back to the milking stall.
>Dash is surveying the scene, a scowl present on her lips as she notices your return.
>“You blockhead!  You wasted a lot of milk!”
>Sneering, you snap back.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that Pinkie produces that much!”
>Shaking her head, the blue blur looks back at the spilt milk and sighs.
>“Well there’s no way we’re going to have enough now.  This is two or three gallons worth, at least!”
>Puffing out her cheeks, Rainbow glares at the ground and shifts her weight from one side to the next.
>Pinkie makes an excited squeak as the suction touches a ticklish point, a dreamy giggle following soon after.
>You’re about to check on her when Rainbow Dash brings her hoof down on the milk-slick floor.
>“Okay then!  I’ve decided.”
“Decided what, exactly?”
>Rainbow’s confidence falters for a moment, but she’s quick to lift her head and puff out her chest, giving a wry grin.
“If we can’t get enough from Pinkie, you’re going to dose me too!”
>Though her voice quivers ever so slightly, she speaks with a measure of self-assurance that is admirable.
>Still though.
>After managing to close your mouth, you give a short, mocking laugh.
“What?  You can’t be serious.”
>Dash bristles at that, the scowl returning as she plants her hooves against the floor.
>“Of, of course I’m serious!  It’s for the prank!”
>As if by divine providence, Pinkie chooses that very moment to give an orgasmic toe-curling cry that threatens to shake the rafters of the barn.
>“Omigosh I gotta have mmmooooooooo-re~!”



>Color rushes to the blue pegasus’ face as she averts her eyes and mumbles under her breath.
>“B-besides, it sounds like it might be a little fun.”
>No way.
>Absolutely no way.
>Thinking for a moment, you grab the glass from before and dip it into the milk from the bucket.
>It’s slightly thick, warm and sticky, but it fills the glass easily enough.
>Rainbow’s eyes widen as you offer the cup to her and pull out the pouch with your free hand.
“Fine.  If you’re serious about it then you have to drink the powder along with Pinkie’s milk.”
>You give her a teasing grin and shake the tiny sack in her direction.
>There’s no way she’ll take you up on it.
>She’ll get grossed out and then you can put a stop to all this madness.
>Just say no.
>Dash stares at you and the glass, then back at the pouch.
>Finally, she sighs and shakes her head.
>Ha, success.
>“Fine, just go ahead and drop the powder in there before I lose my nerve.”
>What?
“You can-”
>Her eyes snap up to yours and she scowls again.
>“I’M TOTALLY SERIOUS!”
>That makes you go quiet.
>After a moment you shrug and take a pinch of the powder and sprinkle it into the milk.
>It’s not like you’re going to be using this stuff again after today anyway.
>Before you can mix it up, Rainbow downs the entire glass.
>She makes a small gagging sound as the thick fluid rolls down the back of her throat, though after she finishes the glass she makes a show of smacking her lips together so it can’t be all bad.
>Her tongue dances out to check for any stray drops of milk as the two of you wait.
>Unlike Pinky, Dash’s reaction is almost immediate.
>And far more drastic.



>With a groan, the blue blur plops down onto her hindquarters.
>Her hooves fall to the juncture between her legs, rubbing furiously as she whimpers.
>Within seconds you can see the swelling begin, the poor pony’s teats taking on a life seemingly all their own as they begin to swell.
>Dark blue nipples pop up to attention, standing out in stark contrast to the rest of her body.
>Gnawing on her lip, Dash whimpers and moves her hooves out to the side to get a better view.
>The once invisible mounds quiver with each surge of growth, approaching Pinkie’s size and then quickly passing it.
>Rainbow gives an unsteady sigh as her steadily swelling flesh settles against the cool floor, causing the already prominent nipples to stand out even more.
>Even though she’s seated, it’s still quite impressive.
>Ten, perhaps twelve inches at least.
>Make that thirteen.
>…Fourteen.
“Uh oh.”
>Panic overtakes you as you realize that she’s not showing any sign of slowing.
>You check the glass to see what went wrong, but can’t see anything wrong.
>Maybe the powder is interacting with the milk, or there was extra powder lingering after Pinkie’s dose.
>Honestly, that doesn’t really matter, because you’ve got a very real problem on your hands.
>In fact she’s already grown out of your hands by this point!
>Dash’s crotch-tits, as there really is no other way to think of them, are already pressing up against the sides of her legs by the time you usher her into the second stall.
>She’s very compliant, her nipples already oozing cream across the floor as you attempt to squeeze the milker in place.
>The broad blue bullets prove to be a bit of a challenge, but after adjusting the straps you manage to get her into place.
>A quiet whimper draws your eyes to her face.
>There’s a certain neediness that mars her generally confident features.
>“Anon, please.  I’m getting so sore…”



>By now, her teats have swollen well into the realm of fantasy, forced forward and together by akimboed legs, creating a delicious looking line of pony-cleavage beneath her lean and athletic body.
>Back home you’d be quick to write them off as bolt-on boobs.
>Not that they’re entirely natural to begin with but…
>Oh, right.
>Milk her before she bursts.
>You grunt and pull on the lever outside of the stall.
>After a moment’s pause, Dash’s eyes go wide and she cries out with a delighted voice.
>“C-Celestia’s mane!”
>Milk gushes forth from the blue-boobed pony, joining together with Pinky’s as it rushes down the tubes towards the holding tank.
>Dash, like Pinkie before her, is thrusting her hips backwards, but her pace is fast and furious.
>She even goes so far as to drop her forelegs to the ground and grind her face and chest into the thin layer of hay that you’ve lain down for the comfort of the cows.
>Rainbow’s tongue lolls out lewdly, her ceaseless panting only serving to send streams of spittle across the floor.
>Her eyes seem to have lost the need to blink as she stares blankly ahead, pupils dilating from the constant alternation of pressure upon her teats.
>As she struggles for air, you hear her whimper
>“A-Anon, it’s hap-hap-happeniiiiiiiiiiing!”
>The otherwise taut body of Rainbow Dash shudders as an orgasm rolls through her body, starting somewhere around her tail and working its way up her spine, turning her into a sputtering, moaning mess.
>From the first stall, you can hear Pinkie responding in kind, the breathless sighs of the frizzy-maned mare mixing with Rainbow’s own whimpers.
>You try to keep your focus on the two mares, and away from the fact that your dick could probably cut diamonds by this point.



>After fifteen minutes and numerous orgasms, Pinkie’s teats stop their flow of milk.
>You flip the lever outside of her stall, cutting off the suction and move to unhook her from the milker.
>She staggers about after you unhook her from the machine, her legs like jelly as she attempts to find her balance.
>Her teats, while no longer ludicrously swollen, still just out proudly a good six inches from her crotch.
>Those unsteady legs provide the swinging flesh with more than enough momentum to jiggle delightfully.
>With a gulp, you follow the pony out of the stall, noting the slick floor as you leave.
>The stall’s going to need to be cleaned again…
>As she leans heavily against a post, she gives you a tired smile that somehow still radiates a sexual charge.
>“Omigosh Nonny, that was amaaaaaaazing.”
>Licking her lips, she seems about ready to say something else when her eyes drift over to the second stall, eyes widening as she sees her friend strapped to the machine.
>“D-Dashie?”
>You turn to regard the blue peagsus.
>It’s lucky that you got her in when you did.
>Her teats had swollen a good deal more even after the machine started its work, but by now they had receded a great deal, though they still hang noticeably from her crotch, even when compared to Pinkie’s ponderous pillows.
>Dash is utterly glassy eyed, her eyes lidded in such a way that the pupils are entirely invisible, showcasing only the lower half of her irises.
>She twitches occasionally, her hind leg kicking in a brief moment of pleasure before lapsing back into gentle moans and a hip thrust every so often.
>Pinkie stares for a long while, then smile.
>“I knew you wanted to try it!  I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
>Some of her pep seems to reappear as she bounces in place, but after jostling her jiggling jubblies she’s quick to settle down.



>Giggling, Pinkie gives a sheepish grin and shrugs.
>“I guess I’m going to have to get used to that for a little while, huh?”
>You smile and wave her off.
“Only for a couple days, I’d imagine.  Once you stop giving milk the production should slow down.  After that it will dry up pretty quick and you should go back to normal.”
>You hope.
>Pinkie nods and turns back to her friend, a small smile spreading across her face.
>“Well, I think Dashie will be glad to hear that.  As much fun as these are, I think it would interfere with her flying.”
>The pegasus in question lets out a satisfied sigh at that very moment, her muzzle twisting and scrunching upwards as another small quiver rolls through her body.
>Bringing a hoof to her mouth, Pinkie giggles and shakes her head.
>“But her face is really cute like that.  Wouldn’t you say so, Nonny?”
>You give a quiet nod, your left hand still jammed into your pocket, trying to contain the painful erection you’ve been sporting since you started milking Pinkie.
>The next half hour is absolute torture as you wait for Dash’s swollen teats to finish draining.
>It turns out that the milk in the pail is just the tip of the iceberg.
>Your fifty gallon storage container is nearly full, providing the girls with more than enough of the twenty or so that they need for their prank.
>Taking the time to help them load up the cart, you smile and wave as they trot back into town.
>You’re not sure what they need that much milk for, and frankly you don’t care.
>Today was awful.
>Absolutely awful.
>Awful squared.
>So awful.



>You continue to repeat the awful mantra to yourself even as you watch the ponies trot down the road, swaying and jiggling with each movement.
>Under your pants, you can feel your dick twitch.
“Stupid boner.”
>As you return to cleaning out the stalls a stray thought crosses your mind.
>Pressing your lips together, you turn back to the holding tank and scowl.
“I guess the biggest question is what the heck am I going to do with thirty gallons of pony milk?”
>Dangit.



[Epilogue]

>Pinkie and Rainbow Dash giggle as they take up their positions in the shrubbery.
>The pink mare had just rang the doorbell and bolted back into the greenery, leaving both of them jostling for position to see what happens next.
>As the door creaks open, both mares go still.
>A happy sigh breaks the silence.
>“Oh thank goodness, the milk finally arrived.  Aloe, Lotus!  Get this inside quickly, our regulars are about to arrive!”
>The ponies share an excited look, waiting until the spa-mares have closed the door behind them to move to their next location.
>The window panel is on top of the roof, so they can’t spend all their time staring down it, but the view is spectacular.
>Posh pampered ponies lounging across the entire expanse of the spa area, their every whim being catered to.
>Pinkie’s the first to notice their target and, with a joyful giggle, she directs Dash’s attention.
>Rarity is lounging in a tub filled with a yellowish white fluid, cucumber slices placed over her eyes to close her off from the world.
>Giving a quiet cackle, Dash hurls her hoof over Pinkie’s shoulder and pulls her down onto the roof.
>“Ha, ha!  We did it!  We totally did it!”
>Pinkie giggles and nods, curling comfortably against her friend.
>“Mhmm, that was so great, Dashie!  She doesn’t even know she’s bathing in pony milk!”
>“I know, right?”
>Dash sighs and closes her eyes, grinning at the sky.
>It had been an exhausting day so far, and she was more than ready for a nap.
>But…
>“Boop.”
>Rainbow opens her eyes and frowns at her friend.
>A slow grin spreads across Pinkie’s face as she prods at Rainbow’s boobs again.
>“Boop!”



>Dash doesn’t waste any time responding this time.
>Poking right back, the two fall into a fit of giggles and squeals, poking and jabbing at each other’s new equipment.
>The game goes from the roof back down to the ground and through a good deal of town before the weight of their new assets becomes a pain.
>With a sigh, the two mares sit down and settle for pony-watching for a little while.
>Dash shifts uncomfortably as she begins to notice the stares that she and Pinkie are getting, while her friend seems to bask in it, going so far as to set her legs in such a way as to pronounce her plump protrusions even more.
>The pegasus, on the other hand, doesn’t even need to try to draw attention to herself, a seemingly permanent line of running down between her teats, constantly exerting pressure on the inside of her hind legs.
>While the sensation of warmth was nice, the attention she was garnering wasn’t.
>“H-How long did Anon say it would take for these to go down?”
>“A couple days since we’re not getting milked regularly; are you regretting doing the prank now?”
>After a moment of thought, Rainbow smiles and shakes her head.
>“No, I don’t think so.  Besides, it’ll be great when we tell Rarity she bathed in our milk and we’ve got the udders to prove it!”
>Pinkie laughs and nods, resting her head against her friend’s shoulder.
>There’s another lengthy silence before Dash shifts uncomfortably.
>“S-so a few days, huh?”
>“Mhmm…”
>Pinkie rolls her head in a lazy manner just enough so that she can fix Dash with a curious look.
>A smile lingers on her lips as she whispers
>“You can already feel the pressure building up again, can’t you?”
>The color drains from the pegasus’ face, which Pinkie takes as a cue to continue.
>“I could tell when we were playing, and I can kind of feel it too.  It’s like a deep ache or an itch I can’t scritch.  It’s going to be a long couple of days, huh?”



>Dash gives a quiet nod, red flushing her cheeks.
>“Y, yeah.”
>Another lapse into silence.
>But a smile slowly spreads across Dash’s face.
>Taking her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, the pegasus thinks back to her time in the barn.
>“But, I bet if we asked Anon, he’d be willing to help us scratch that ‘itch’.”
>Pinkie stares at her friend for a moment and then bites her lip as her smile grows.
>“You know, I bet he would.  Race you there!”
>Rainbow yelps as the bouncy ball of energy bolts off down the road.
>“H-hey, Pinkie!”
>Scowling, the blue pegasus can’t help the competitive smile that spreads across her face as she flares out her wings.
>“Fine, if that’s the way you want it!”
>Taking to the sky, Rainbow pursues her friend.
>The added weight on her backside makes flying a great deal more difficult and has cut into her speed, but she’s determined not to be beaten so easily.
>So, with her teats waving in the wind, Dash hurries to close the distance between herself and Pinkie, utterly confident that she’ll reach Anon first.
>The very thought of those nimble hands on her teats again give her goose bumps.
>She can’t wait to feel them again.

The End

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