Day Boulder Dash in Equestria (part one)

>Day Boulder Dash in Equestria
>you finally get home after a long day working at Sweet Apple Acres
>you're pretty fucking exhausted, but at least you get to come home to Milky...

>you open the door
Milky, you here? I'm home!!"
>you hear a voice from the bedroom
>"Uh....hey there Anon! I'll.....I'll be out in a sec!"
>you go and lay out on the couch, finally able to get off your feet for the first time in hours

>10 minutes later....
Milky? What are you doing in there? I've missed you all morning!
>you get up and start walking toward the bedroom door, and reach for the doorknob
>"DON'T COME IN HERE!!!"
>you jump back in surprise,
Milky, what is going on?! Why can't I come in?
>"J....just a second!"
>you stand outside the door for another few minutes, hearing some frantic rustling, like things are getting tossed around the room
>a few thumps and crashes later, you've had enough
Okay Milky, that's it, I'm coming in.
>"NO WAIT!"
>you pay no attention, opening the door anyway

>for a split second, you catch a blurred glimpse of Milky as she dashes under the covers of the bed
>all around the room, random articles of Milky's clothing are scattered about on the floor, the clothes dresser and closet emptied
>you stand there, feeling rather confused for a few seconds, before turning your attention to the lump hiding underneath the comforter
Milky, why in the world are you hiding from me?
>Milky pokes her head out from under the covers
>"N...nothing?"
>It sure as hell doesn't seem like nothing.
>like a turtle, Milky withdraws her head a bit more under the comforter, until just her eyes and snout poked out
>what the hell has gotten into her?

>you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath
Milky, whatever it is, I'm sure it can't be that bad. I promise I won't overreact or anything if you just tell me what's bothering you.
>milky looking away
Can you please just come out from under there?

>at this point, Milky shuts her eyes in resignation, her bottom lip trembling
>she sits up in bed, the comforter wrapped around her, but soon, she VERY slowly starts to pull it aside...

Jesus!!
>Milky's bosoms have a half-dozen, angry looking bruises apiece scattered all over them
>upon your reaction though, Milky's eyes well up like Niagra falls, and she suddenly bursts into tears
>so much for not overreacting......

>naturally, you assume the worst
>you rush over to her side on the bed, putting your hands around her waist
Milky! What happened? Who hurt you?!?
>"N....*hic*....no one..."
Then what happened?! Did you fall?! Did...
>"N...no! It was....*sniff* an accident! I...I didn't....*hic*...mean for it..."

>You want to keep questioning her, but she was obviously in no state.
>you wrap her in a hug
Hey...c'mon....it's okay Milky...I'm sorry I freaked out...
>you stroked her mane for a few minutes, allowing her to use you as a crying towel until she calmed down a bit

>when her sobs finally abated, you pull her back, wiping a few stray tears from her face
I'll get you some ice, wait here.
>running off to the kitchen, you break off a chunk of ice from the icebox, and grab a hand towel
>returning to the bedroom, you find Milky still on the bed
Lay back on the pillow Milky, let me do this...
>she obeys, laying with her back on the bed and her head on a pillow
>without her legs in the way, you get a better look at her breasts
>damn, she really screwed herself up, the bruises looking painful enough to make you cringe
>deftly, you apply the makeshift ice pack to her bosoms
>Milky squirms and winces in pain, and you ease off the pressure
Sorry...that a little better?
>Milky nods, laying her head back, a few stray tears still on her cheeks

>you continue to apply the ice pack over her bruises, taking care not to press too hard
>at the same time, you use your other hand to gently hold each bosom in place as you worked
>it seemed what you were doing was helping at least, Milky's winces and squeaks of pain gradually becoming less frequent
>as you pushed the cloth-wrapped ice into another bruise, you finally broke the silence
Can you tell me what happened, Milky?
>Milky looks away from you
>"It's stupid..."
No, what's stupid is worrying me half to death by not telling me how you hurt yourself this badly. Can you PLEASE tell me what happened?
>Milky is caught offguard by the annoyance in your voice, but at last, she relents
>"I....ran home really fast today..."
>it takes you a second to process that
Waitwha....you're telling me that running did thi...
>you stop, taking another look at her breasts
>there was no denying it, they were awfully large, and running WOULD cause them to jostle and slap together
>hell, she could have even caught a few blows to them when her hooves came back with each stride
>fucking ouch...

Hmmm...I guess that would definitely do it....but why were you running?
>Milky cast her eyes away from you apprehensively
>"It's a long story, with a lot of ancient history...."
History is my favorite subject. Try me.
>Milky looks at the ceiling, as if reconsidering telling you
>after a while though, she gestured toward her breasts, which you were still icing down
>"I didn't always have these, you know....when I was still in school I was just as normal as anypony. I also used to be a marathon runner."

YOU used to be a marathon runner?
>Milky looked back at you and smiled
>"Yep! Captain of the track team, and fastest filly in my entire town! I was a REALLY LATE bloomer when it came to my cutie mark, and I was SURE my special talent was going to be marathon runnning. Everyone at school called me the Blistering Blank Flank."
>Milky's smile suddenly flickered and faded...
>"During my last year in school though, I got...these...and just couldn't run anymore. Not long after that, I figured out my true calling was being a milkmare, and I got my cutie mark."

>Milky sighed softly. Tears started welling up again in her eyes.
>"When I was walking home today, I saw a sign....it said the Running of the Leaves was coming up in a week. When I saw it I just....I just ran as fast as I could all the way home! When it started to hurt I just got madder....and I kept running...and...."
>Milky let out a small, hiccupy sob
>"I don't hate my cutie mark...or my...*hic*...body! I just wanna run and feel the wind...*sniff*...in my mane! Like when I...*hic*...was a filly! That's...*hic*...all!!!

>On that day, you felt as though your very soul was crushed with the force of a thousand feels.


>an hour later, after much hugging, and several trips back and forth to the icebox, Milky was lying in bed, a blanket over her, half asleep
I'll come to bed in a sec Milky, I gotta go take care of something.
>"Mmmmokay An...Anon..."
>as you walked out of the room and shut the door, you could hear Milky's soft snores emanating from the bedroom

>you swallowed hard, trying to get the goddamn lump out of your throat
>Milky's story was eating away at you, and for a few second you thought you'd lose a few tears too
>however, the wave subsides, and sat on the living room couch, unable to sleep or think
>if only there was a way to help Milky run again....but with those massive bosoms in the way, you just couldn't see how...

>then, for no explicable reason...

>you walk over to a nearby broom closet
>reaching to the upper shelf near the top, you pull down a small, wooden crate
>inside contained all the personal effects you had on you when you first came to Equestria...
>you didn't know why you were looking at this shit now....maybe you thought it would help you think
>maybe you thought that you'd feel better if you just hurried up and bawled your eyes out

>regardless, you dumped the contents onto the floor
>oh shit...all dem feels...
>your cell phone, now long out of batteries...you clicked a few buttons
>you clicked a few buttons, half-hoping that the screen would light up again, and that there would be a few dozen missed calls...
>sighing, you put that aside
>your wallet, with that goofy, acne ridden picture of you on the drivers license
>looking further, you see a wallet sized photograph of you and your family during your vacation....
>nopecantdealwithit.gif


>you take a deep, shuddering breath as a couple tears rolled down your cheeks
>why the fuck were you even doing this?
>you started putting the precious trinkets back in the box when you noticed something else among the personal effects
>A rolled up magazine....now you remember....you had JUST bought the damn thing from the grocery store when you suddenly ended up in Equestria...
>you unrolled it, trying to remember what it....ah, it was a health and fitness magazine
>skimming through the pages, it showed the usual stuff....
>'secret' diets that fitness experts 'didn't want you to know about'
>weightlifting broscience left and right
>athletic looking chicks wearing tight running shorts and skimpy sports bras, doing corny poses...
>God, why the fuck did you buy this shit? It's got to be the most....
>wait a fucking minute....
>you flipped back a few pages, staring at the athlete chicks...
>you felt the glowing rays of a three thousand watt lightbulb turning on above your head
>That's it.....that's the answer!!!


>five days later, you were approaching your house, whistling to yourself
>in your hands was a giftwrapped box, with a big red bow on it
>opening the front door, and hiding the box behind you, you walk inside
Hiya Milky!
>She was laid out on the couch. You could feel the gloominess in the air.
>"Hey Anon...."
>though the bruises she had were gone, you could tell that she was still hurting on the inside, even nearly a week later
>today though, you were going to fix that shit

Milky...what if I told you that I wanted you to run in that Running of the Leaves race?
>She looked up at you, confused, but then frowning
>"Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?"
Nope. Not in the slightest. I want you to run that race, will you do it?
>She rolled over in the couch, now facing away from you.
>"Anon....we've been over with this, I can't run..."
I think you'll change your mind in a second. Here, this is for you.
>You sat down on the floor, setting the gift on the ground with you.
>Hearing the thump and strange crinkling of wrapping paper, Milky turns back around, the sullen look on her face suddenly replaced with surprise
>"F...for me?"
Yep. Hurry up and open it!
>Curious now, Milky slowly got up from the couch and approached the present.
>Undoing the bow with her teeth, and ripping the wrapping paper, she opened the box and peered inside

>reaching her hooves into the box, she withdrew two garments....
>"Anon...what in the hay are these?"


>"Um....so how is this gonna help?"
Well you see Milky, where I come from, a LOT of women who like to run have the same problem you do. Their boobs are on the large side, and they bounce around when they run, and it really hurts them.
>"Really?!"
Uh huh, and this thing basically holds them in place, close to their body.
>For the first time in nearly week, you see something flickering in Milky's eyes.....a glimmer of hope?
>you grin
Wanna try it on?
>"Y....yeah! I DO!"
Alright, hold still...
>You were worried that the cup size might have been off. After all, you wanted this to be a surprise, and had to guesstimate close to what Milky's size was...
>however, as the silky hemispheres cupped around her breasts, and the straps went around her back and snapped into place, the fit looked practically perfect
>a BIT snug maybe.....but for a marathon, that was probably a good thing
How does it feel, Milky?
>"W...woah.
Feels like it fits?
>"Uh huh, it's just that this....this is....different..."

Just wait till you put this thing on then.
>you pick up the second garment....a pair of pants a few shades of blue darker than the bra
>the fabric was tight and stretched like lycra, but had the feel and texture of cotton
>embroidered on either side of the flanks was Milky's cutie mark
>you're not sure what this fabric's true composition was (Rarity insisted it was a trade secret) but it was almost exactly what you needed
This'll give you a little extra support, and will keep ponies from asking you a bunch of stupid questions about your bra. It'll hug close, so you'll barely even feel it.

>you were soon helping Milky into the pants as well.
>though it took some navigating...you eventually pulled Milky's tail through the hole in the back, the fabric gliding into place
>under the pants and bra, the twin bulges of Milky's breasts were still quite obvious
>but they no longer seemed like they could slap together or get caught on a hoof
>Milky looked up at you, unsure of what to do

>you smile
Well don't look at me, I can't try them out for you.
>laughing nervously, Milky took a few steps, then a few more, then started trotting around the house
>her breasts stayed quite immobile the entire time

>suddenly though, Milky broke into a full sprint directly toward the couch
Milky!!
>Leaping like a show horse, she bounded off the arm of the couch, backflipping with the deftness of an olympian
>holy shit...that mare has MOVES!
>she didn't stop there though
>sprinting, she ran out the door you left open, with you running outside behind her

>as you watched, she ran in a fast, wide circle in the grass around your house
>considering the plush, jiggly curves that she possessed, in addition to her plus sized bosoms, you couldn't possibly comprehend how she could move like that.
>even with her breasts secured with the sports bra, it was simply unreal...
>kicking and bucking her back legs out like a wild, unbroken horse for a few second, she suddenly sprinted to you, tackling you to the ground
>"OH ANON! THIS IS THE BEST GIFT I'VE EVER GOTTEN!"
>she hugged like a vise, plastering your face with kisses, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks
>feeling a wonderful cocktail of amusement and warm, fuzzy feels welling up inside, you sit up, laughing
So, I'm guessing that's a yes?
>Milky grinned back at you confidently.
>"We're going to that race."

End of part one