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- >“Mmmf, Anon... that feels gooood.~”
- “I’d swear that you seem to enjoy this more and more every time. Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”
- >“It doesn’t matter how often you do it. When they’re as full and sore as this, the relief your hands provide is diviiiine...~”
- >You laugh under your breath.
- >Seeing Milky like this each day is one of the strange pleasures you experience.
- >It just lets you know you’re good for something in this world... or someone... or some pony in this case.
- >Whatever, there is someone that is happy to have you help them.
- >You’ve got a uniqueness to you that she appreciates, and it’s a skill you can say you’ve got over almost everyone else around here.
- >And it’s a perfect compliment to her own ‘uniqueness’.
- >Which would be the fact that she has sizeable teats compared to everyone else around her.
- >Like… they’re really hard to miss.
- >They even out-size your own, which says enough.
- >But therein lies a few problems for her.
- >Milky Way’s talent of producing absolutely ridiculous amounts of milk on a daily basis often gets her into troubles.
- >Her assets become big, swollen and sore.
- >You wonder how she could stand having to hook herself up to a machine each day back in Trottingham.
- >But then you meet her stuck on the side of the road outside Ponyville one day when she was making a delivery and... helped her out a little.
- >It was a little weird back then, you’d certainly never done it before.
- >But the look of desperation on her face, the pain she was going through... how could you not help?
- >You became very good, very close friends after that.
- >There’s something about the both of you that helped you get along so well.
- >You’re both different, though you a lot more so.
- >She’s a mare with enlarged teats due to her talent, which makes them very hard to miss as they hang under her, even if she wears a special bra.
- >Even so, she’s still a pony.
- >But that little fact about her is probably why she could relate to you a lot more than others.
- >Aside from being human, your feminine assets, despite being perfectly normal for you, made her feel better about herself.
- >Even if hers are bigger than yours... and positioned between her back legs…
- >She eventually decided to move to Ponyville because of it, after you offered her a place to stay.
- >It wasn’t much of an inconvenience for her, she travels to different towns a lot. Relocating from Trottingham isn’t a big change.
- >In fact, it’s a little more convenient since Ponyville is practically in the center of the map.
- >Since then, you do your work in town and she occasionally distributes milk to mares that need it, in town or out.
- >When you come home after a day of working, she’s usually full and about ready to need a milking... like right now.
- “This is a bucket and a half you’re filling today. Is something different?”
- >“Ooohhhhhhh nothing that comes to mind.~”
- >She’s always acted like this.
- >Can’t say you know how she’s feeling, but you’d guess that being this full with a big need for a release, it is warranted.
- >You’ve grown used to hearing her moans.
- >The lewdness of how they sound makes you laugh a bit.
- >With one last minor massage with your hand, you squeeze the nipple between two of your fingers to get the last of the milk.
- >When all that’s left to come is a couple droplets, you rub over them gently with your palm, easing away any soreness and signalling that you’re done.
- >“Mmm, over already?”
- >She says that like she’s disappointed.
- “I’m starting to think that you enjoy being so immobilized from how full you are. Am I that good?”
- >Milky takes a moment to stretch, lowing her front arms and head with her rear in the air before standing straight again.
- >“You are. It’s easily one of the things I look forward to each day.”
- >She says that with a blush on her face.
- >You wipe your hands on the shirt you’d been wearing all day and pat her on the back with a chuckle.
- “I’m happy to do it, Milky. Don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
- >You stand and take the buckets to the kitchen.
- >As you do, you hear Milky let off a sigh behind you, but chalk that up to her relaxing.
- >When you get to the sink, you start tipping the milk out.
- >She produces enough to keep her supplies up, they’re really only for mares that can’t produce enough of their own for their foals.
- >If she needed to restock, she’d take the buckets herself and do what she needs to.
- >Otherwise, you just dispose of it.
- >It’s actually pretty amazing how this milk is.
- >It looks like regular milk... with a slight aroma of vanilla.
- >Doesn’t really take much to guess why her milk is so popular.
- >Hell, you’d be keen to try it if it didn’t just come from her.
- >You don’t much care for drinking milk straight from a cow, gotta process that stuff.
- >So drinking any of this, from a pony... your best friend even...
- >That’s just gross. No offense to her.
- >Once you’ve disposed of the milk and washed your hands, you go and change your clothes.
- >You’re missing some shirts so you head to the laundry to find one, wearing a bra and pants.
- >As you pass through, you notice Milky staring.
- >She looks as if she’s still blushing.
- >A little weird, she’s seen you walking around the house in your underwear before.
- >You find a shirt in a pile of clothes and go back to see her.
- >She’s just staring at you with a nervous look across her face and a heavy blush over her cheeks.
- “Uhh... you okay, Milky?”
- >She blinks a few times and shakes her head.
- >“Oh yeah, I’m just... winding down from that.”
- “Really? Hasn’t taken this long before.”
- >You put your shirt on as she answers.
- >“Well... like I said, it feels better each time you do it... ha ha...”
- >...
- >She’s standing there with a dopey grin on her face.
- >That was kind of weird, but... alright.
- >Can’t really think of any other explanation, so you’ll just have to take her word for it.
- “If you’re sure, then okay. I’m going to start preparing dinner.”
- >As you head into the kitchen, she follows close behind to go take a seat at the table.
- >You start rummaging through the fridge to pull out a few veggies.
- >Might as well make a big ol’ salad for dinner, not like there’re many other options.
- >Milky will probably appreciate it to.
- >As you start chopping them up, she speaks up from the table.
- >“So are you still going to be working at Sweet Apple Acres tomorrow?”
- “Mmhmm. I volunteered to help Applejack with the harvest before winter hits. We’ll probably be done tomorrow, there isn’t much left.”
- >“Is that hard work?”
- “A little. That’s why I changed. Aside from getting some of your milk on my clothes, I still felt sweaty after today. Not something I want to sit in all evening.”
- >You lay out what you’d fixed up on some plates and take them over to the table to sit with her.
- “What about you? Any milk deliveries tomorrow?”
- >“Just one, which I’ll get out of the way in the morning. Across town, a mare with two foals. She says she’s having a little trouble keeping up with what they need.”
- >You just nod as your fork works its way through your food.
- >Sitting in silence for a few moments, you notice her staring again.
- >Specifically at your chest.
- >You look down for a second to see if you got something on you, then look back to her.
- “Something wrong?”
- >She snaps out of it after hearing you and looks away.
- “You look really distracted today. Are you sure you’re alright?”
- >She’s keeps trying to avoid looking at you.
- >“Don’t worry, it’s nothing...”
- >She leans down to dig into her salad.
- “Milky, come on. It’s me. What’s so ‘nothing’ that it makes you nervous all of a sudden?”
- >She looks back to you for a few moments, chewing slowly, then finally swallows.
- >“I’m sorry, it’s just... a weird realization I had...”
- >You look back down to your chest again before looking back up with an eyebrow raised.
- “...My boobs?”
- >She starts blushing again.
- >“N-Not quite...”
- >She takes another moment and sighs before continuing.
- >“I like that that’s one thing we have in common, even if it’s normal for your kind. I’d come to terms with having these a long time ago...”
- >She gestures a hoof to point down between her legs.
- >You’re waiting for her to continue, but it looks as if she’s having difficulty finding the words.
- >“... but seeing someone like you having something similar is... great. I can... share certain feelings or secrets with you more openly than with others...”
- >...
- >Huh?
- “Boob secrets?”
- >She brings her hooves to her face and shakes her head.
- >“Ergh, why can’t I just say this... Uhm...”
- >This is really strange behaviour from her.
- >She’s normally a nice and easy to talk to pony, practically an open book.
- >Must be something really bothering her if she’s like this.
- >“What I’m saying is... If a stallion spends a lot of time staring... it means they want to do... ‘stuff’ to them, right?”
- >...
- >Ohhh, okay, it’s one of these talks.
- >It’s kinda funny that she’s beating around the bush like this, but you guess she’s having guy troubles.
- “It sometimes means that, yeah... or they could just be admiring you.”
- >She thinks for a moment and gives a nod and shrug at the same time.
- “But it’s generally rude to stare, so you just have to snap them out of it and give them a simple ‘Eyes are up here’.”
- >Milky looks as if she’s forces a smile, but still concerned.
- >Not that kind of problem apparently.
- >“Okay, but... have any ever said that they wanted to... milk you?”
- >...
- “The hell kind of pervs are you talking to, Milky?”
- >“No, no, I mean- None, but... Argh!”
- >She drops her face down on the table with a *thump*.
- >That was strange.
- “Waaaas that even along the lines of what you wanted to talk about, or did you just dodge whatever was on your mind completely?”
- >She keeps her head down, but responds.
- >“It was starting with what I was thinking, but then turned into something else...”
- >Well that doesn’t do much to help you understand because it started off bizarre sounding as well.
- >All you can figure is it has something to do with her crotchboobs.
- >Maybe a stallion caught her eye and she’s feeling a little self conscious about them?
- >Can’t really see why, it seems like it could be an appealing factor for ponies.
- >Not to mention certain advantages she’d have in the bedroom.
- >How many ponies can say they can give titjobs?
- >Hell, how many ponies even know what a titjob is?
- “Okay, so... your problem... it’s guy troubles, right?”
- >“Not quite...”
- “Umm... what then?”
- >She raises her head again, looking as nervous as before.
- >How big a problem is this?
- >She glances around for a moment before shaking her head.
- >Finally, she gets out of her chair.
- >“You know what, lets drop it. It’s just something I’ll deal with and probably just need a good nights sleep to clear my head. We’ll talk more in the morning, I’m going to call it an early night. Sleep well, Anon!”
- >She said that in a hurry with a big forced smile.
- >...
- >You’re just staring at the spot she was sitting, blinking and trying to figure out what just happened.
- >She tries to tell you about something, then drops it just like that while suddenly leaving.
- >Okaaaaay.
- >If she doesn’t want to talk about it, you can’t force her.
- >It’ll resolve itself on its own, or she’ll try to come talk to you about it again.
- >For now... hell, may as well just finish your dinner and get to bed yourself.
- >You’re getting a sense tomorrow will be a little annoying.
- >You can’t take much more of this.
- >Guess it was too much to ask that a decent nights sleep or a walk through town would put your mind at ease.
- >You’ve watched FemAnon walk around in her underwear a lot, but it’s really getting to you now.
- >Last night cemented it.
- >Every time you look at her, you can’t help but stare at her ‘breasts’, as she calls them.
- >You find it difficult to believe that they could be that size and not produce any milk.
- >The more you think about it, the more you want to find out.
- >She milks you so frequently, and it’s only getting better each time.
- >So much so that you’re getting extremely aroused from what she does.
- >You not sure why you’re feeling this way, but you’ve got a thought about it…
- >You think you might love her…
- >She’s been your best friend for quite some time now, you’ve lived with her for a while... it’s not unreasonable to think that…
- >Every time you look at her, you feel... warm and fuzzy… especially down there.
- >Every time she touches your teats and gently milks you, your head just swims with bliss.
- >It’s unbearable.
- >You’ve clopped a few times today at the thought, but it’s just not enough.
- >You need something else.
- >...or someone else.
- >...
- >Her.
- >You want her.
- >But she doesn’t even like stallions... doesn’t want to be involved with a pony.
- >If she doesn’t want a stallion like that, why in Equestria would she ever go for you?
- >... You could always ask?
- >But then what would that accomplish?
- >You’d bring up that you’re attracted to her, she’ll shoot you down and then things will be awkward between you both.
- >It just seems so unfair though.
- >She milks you and it feels divine.
- >Maybe... if you were able to show her how good it feels while you milked h-
- >No! No, no, no, how would that even work?!
- >You’d give a lot to get a sample of her milk, but the only way you’d be able to do that is if you forced yourself on her.
- >And you can’t do that.
- >Not to her.
- >...
- >But as your hoof trails back down between your legs, your mind can’t help but keep thinking about it.
- >What WOULD Anon’s milk taste like?
- >How would she react when you run your tongue along her nipple...?
- >What sounds would she make as you gently suckle from her?
- >...
- >The taste would have to be sweet.
- >Like her.
- “Mmmmhh...~”
- >You quietly ride out an orgasm as you think of all the things you want to do to Anon.
- >You never even considered the thought of being with a mare.
- >Yet you think of her and...
- >She’s not a pony, and she's made you feel things that no stallion has ever made you feel.
- >And that primarily comes from how skilled she is with her hands, just from milking you alone.
- >Thinking about what she does with them makes you go mad with lust.
- >But you don’t want to ruin your friendship with her.
- >You’ll just have to control yourself better.
- >If it gets out of hand, well... you’ll figure something out.
- >Maybe the Zebra outside of town has something that could help.
- >You sit up in bed and look out the window.
- >It’s raining.
- >Really hard, actually.
- >Was there rain planned for today?
- >You didn’t see Anon take an umbrella with her.
- >This may put her in a grouchy mood when she gets home.
- >You’d better go prepare some tea.
- >As you get out of bed, your teats sway down between your legs heavily.
- >It’s nearing that time of day. You’re getting full.
- >Hopefully Anon isn’t out any longer than she usually is.
- >You head to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
- >Now just grab the essentials and put them on a tray, waiting for the kettle to finish so you can fill the tea pot.
- >Once it’s done, you take the tray into the living room, placing it on the coffee table and preparing some for yourself while you wait for FemAnon.
- >The rain outside is really coming down.
- >How could you have missed the notice for a downpour this hard?
- >You’re unable to do anything about it, so you sit back and enjoy your tea.
- >Minutes turn into an hour, it’s past the time Anon is due home.
- >You’re getting a little worried, but also getting to be really full.
- >It’s starting to get a little sore, so you try taking your mind off it with some reading.
- >A short while later, after you’d started shifting on the lounge, you hear the front door open.
- >In steps Anon an-
- >Ohhh wow...
- >She’s soaking wet.
- >Her shirt is clinging to her body’s every curve.
- >You can see the full size of her breasts and her nipples sticking up through the fabric of both her shirt and bra...
- >“God damn, how did I manage to forget this was happening today?!”
- >You heard her, but you’re finding yourself a bit too distracted to respond...
- >You can feel your cheeks starting to warm up.
- >...though, that’s not the only place feeling warmth.
- >“Are you alright, Milky?”
- >Her voice snaps you out of it and you shake your head.
- “Ah! Err... Yeah, it’s... It’s nothing...”
- >How are you supposed to get through this?!
- >You’re going to leave a spot of wetness on the lounge if you have to sit through this!
- >On top of that, you REALLY need a milking right about now!
- >Just... settle down.
- >Look away, return to reading... offer her the tea.
- “If you want something to help warm up, Anon, I made some tea.”
- >“Oh goodie.”
- >You try to keep focused on your book, ignoring what she’s doing for the moment until she’s ready to help you out.
- >But movements you’re catching at the corner of your eye draw you atten-
- >She just took her shirt off!
- >“Ergh! Maybe I should just go take a shower first. I’m not staying in these wet clothes.”
- >She’s standing there shirtless, her bra and bosoms all wet...
- >How can you be expected to not pay attention to her like this?!
- >“You sure you’re alright, Milky? You’re looking the same as you did yesterday... except you haven’t been milked yet, right?”
- >You can’t do this.
- “N-No... No, I haven’t yet... I’m feeling really full though, so... I-If you wouldn’t mind, after your shower?”
- >“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I’ll be quick so just hang in there.”
- >She turns to walk away and lowers her pants as she does so.
- >Just getting comfortable in her own home in front of you, nothing strange about that...
- >But even when facing away from you, you find you can’t take your eyes off her rear either...
- >...
- >No, you really can’t do this.
- >You need to do something...
- >It’s going to cost you a lot, but you’ll go mad if you don’t experience it... just once...
- >You can only hope she’ll understand.
- “Ahh... Warm water. That’s what I needed.”
- >As you stand under the shower talking to yourself, you can’t help but wonder what’s up with Milky.
- >She’s acting as she was yesterday and it’s starting to worry you.
- >If whatever it is is bothering her that much, why isn’t she just telling you about it?
- >What’s really going to happen?
- >You’re pretty sure there’s nothing she could say or do that would make you think any less of her, and she should know that.
- >You turn the shower off and step out, starting to dry yourself off.
- >She says she’s full now though, maybe if you try talking to her while you milk her.
- >Hell, the way she’s been going with it lately, you’d bet you could probably learn a lot of secrets from her like that.
- >But you won’t pry.
- >You whip your hair over your head and wrap the towel around your body.
- >You’ll only ask her what’s troubling her.
- >If she doesn’t want to talk about it, then that’s her decision.
- >You head out with just your towel on and walk through the house to find some clean clothes.
- >Probably should have put them away yesterday, but whatever.
- >You pass the living room and see Milky.
- >She’s standing up and looks like she’s straining to-
- >Wait, that isn’t right.
- >She looks like she’s in pain and trying not to move.
- >Oh damn it, you know what that means!
- “Milky, you okay?”
- >“Ngh... Not really... Can you help me, please?”
- >There’s a lot of desperation in her voice.
- “Shit, yeah, sorry! Just give me a sec to get the bucket!”
- >God, that really snuck up on her.
- >You weren’t showering that long, she didn’t look that bad when you walked in.
- >You’ll get dressed later, she needs help now.
- >Could always use this towel to wipe up afterwards, it’s used anyway.
- >You find her bucket in the kitchen where it was left yesterday and rush back to her.
- >Once you get by her side, you kneel down beside her, closer to her rear.
- >With a few reassuring pats on her back, you put the bucket beneath her.
- “Okay, I’m here now. You’re alright...”
- >Her face is all red and she’s... panting?
- >...That’s new.
- >Ask about it later, she needs you now.
- >You move your hand under her to gently massage her bosom.
- “Are you ready?”
- >“Nnh-... N-Not yet...”
- “What?”
- >You stop for a moment to look at her.
- >Her cheeks are bright red and she’s panting like crazy.
- >“Anon... I need to do something... You’re not going to like it, but I can’t stop thinking about it...”
- “...What am I not going to like..?”
- >The corner of your eye catches sight of her tail moving.
- >“Please forgive me after... but this is driving me crazy...”
- >What is she talking about?
- >And... why is she leaki-
- >“SORRY!”
- “Wha- oof!”
- >Her back legs suddenly jump sideways toward you, knocking you down on the floor completely.
- >Before you process what just happened, she backs herself up over the top of you.
- >Her weight pushes you on your back.
- “Milky, what the shi- mmph!”
- >She drops her rear down over your head.
- >You try to move your arms, but you can feel her hooves holding them down at the bicep.
- >While you’re trying to struggle, you’re also finding it difficult to breathe.
- >Milky has parked herself to sit over your eyes and forehead, but her tits are pressed down over your nose and mouth!
- >You're trying to lift your arms and head, but she’s surprisingly heavy!
- >The most you can do with them is weakly slap at her with your lower arms!
- >All you can do kick your legs at nothing or push your lower body up, but she’s holding on!
- >“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I know how this looks, but please calm down a little!”
- >Calm down?!
- >What does she expect when you're practically being smothered?!
- >During your panic, you feel something wet over your eyes.
- >Which is weird, her boobs are stopping your breathing, they’re not up that hi-
- “*FFFMMMPHHH*!”
- >She’s turned on?!
- >What the hell is she doing?!
- >Your summoning every bit of strength you have, but she’s not budging!
- >Your hands can reach her arms, but the part of yours that she’s pressing on is cutting off your strength and prevents you from pulling them off!
- >Kicking your legs around is doing nothing but tiring you out and you really need a breath!
- >After a few more seconds, you don’t have the energy to keep up your struggle!
- >The only thing you can do is tap your hand on the ground repeatedly!
- >Finally she does lift herself up, but it’s taken a lot out of you.
- >As you gasp for air, you see her shifting her position...
- “Haaa... Milky... What are you do- *ooPHH*!”
- >You got a breath in while she repositioned, but she lowered herself while your mouth was still open!
- >And it’s now that you realise what she’s doing.
- >You feel your mouth being flooded as she presses herself down...
- >She lined her nipple up with your mouth and is forcing the milk out!
- >Fucking gross!
- >You start struggling again to no avail.
- >She’s just too heavy and you’re getting weaker!
- >You try spitting your mouthful out, but only bits of it escape past her tit being pressed on your lips.
- >Not enough to counter the flow that’s still coming.
- >Instinctively you swallow the milk so you don’t drown.
- >As quick as you do though, she’s slowly moving herself slightly on your face to keep the flow going!
- >When you swallowed, your mouth is full again straight after!
- >You’ve got no choice but to keep swallowing her warm milk as it flows.
- >Mouthful by mouthful, you down it in a steady rhythm and hope she’ll let up.
- >You can suddenly feel movements on the rest of your body.
- >Your towel feels like it’s being unwrapped and your naked form is exposed to the air around you.
- >What catches you off guard is you feel a warm wind going over your breasts.
- >She must have her head down low, because it felt like her breath.
- >“Mmm, Anon... your body is beautiful...”
- >What is she doing?!
- >Her weight on top of your head shifts slightly back and forth, though not enough to let you breathe.
- >“I know you can’t understand this right now... But I’m going to make you feel as good as you make me every day.~”
- >What does that mean?!
- >“Anon... I’m going to milk you.~”
- >What?!
- >She can’t do that!... In both ways!
- >You don’t have milk!
- >You swallow a bit too much after hearing that and it causes you to cough.
- >The coughing against her lets some milk drip out of the side of your mouth and down your face.
- >Worse is that each cough causes it to try and escape your nose as well.
- >How does she produce so much milk?!
- >It’s like you’ve got a hose in your mouth!
- >Her movements on top of your head start to become a little clearer to you.
- >While she’s moving in such a way that puts pressure to force the milk out of her, the wetness over your eyes is only getting wetter.
- >When you feel it starting to over your forehead, you realise she’s grinding on your face.
- >Not only that, you can feel how into it she is with her clit winking against your face as well.
- >“Aahhh, Anooon...~”
- >You’d be more concerned about that, but you need to worry more about her smothering you.
- >Right now, the only thing on your mind is a single question.
- >Why?
- >Why is she doing this?
- >Was this the problem she was having?
- >She’s attracted to you...
- >Or she wants to try and... milk you?
- >Why didn’t she just say so..?
- >You’re best friends...
- >You could’ve talked it out...
- >Instead, she’s forcing herself on you...
- >And the lack of oxygen is making you so weak that the only thing registering in your head is... this milk...
- >It’s so warm, rich and creamy... with a slight taste of vanilla...
- >Even with your senses fading, the taste of it is strong.
- >Sweet... just like her...
- >...or like she was...
- >Is she still sweet?
- >Your attempts to inhale cause your body to immediately cough.
- >You can feel the milk attempting to come out of your nose from coughing up the amount you inhaled.
- >Trying to resist anymore is pointless.
- >You just lay and gently suckle at her, hoping she’ll get up if you comply...
- >It’s becoming harder to swallow as you feel extremely light headed...
- >You start to black out...
- >Easy Milky, easy... don’t drown her...
- >Just get her to settle... then let her up for air...
- >Ooooh, she feels as if she’s getting involved.
- >Anon’s struggling seems to have stopped, so she might really need a breather.
- >You stop grinding on her face and lift yourself up slightly to see if she has any fight in her.
- >When you feel nothing, you get up.
- >Instantly she starts coughing and the mouthful she had spills out.
- >Her head and chest jumps up with each cough, but she can’t seem to lift herself.
- >Depriving her of oxygen was the only way you could think to do this.
- >You needed to be milked, but you also really want to milk her.
- >And now looks like your best chance to do so.
- >You move back a little further, keeping your teats clear of her mouth.
- >Laying yourself across her head again, this time you're positioned to at least let her breath.
- >Your stomach over her is just keeping her down, she should be fine for now.
- >The weight is still needed. Can’t have her suddenly fighting.
- >You hate doing this.
- >You hate seeing her like this, you hate hearing these sounds...
- >You absolutely despise yourself for doing this to her...
- >But you need to find out!
- >You’ve already cost yourself the friendship, so you need to get what you want!
- >“*cough*cough*...Mrggh....Milky...*cough*”
- “I know, Anon... I’m sorry...”
- >You hope with everything you have that she believes you.
- “Just relax... catch your breath, and enjoy this...”
- >Moment of truth.
- >You lick your lips as you position your head above her left breast.
- >Then with great enthusiasm, you drop down and seal your mouth around her nipple.
- >The excitement of this act is getting you so aroused, you’re leaking from multiple places.
- >Anon might be extra mad with all the fluids getting in her hair.
- >You suckle gently at first, but when you get nothing in return, you increase your efforts.
- >As you swirl your tongue around and over her nipple, you feel it hardening in your mouth.
- >The corner of your eye sees her arms moving aimlessly through the air, whether she’s trying to grab something or rest them somewhere.
- >They find rest over your back, a little bit of pressure on your sides, but not much else.
- >She’s too weak to try and push you off her.
- >You may have overdone it in the smothering...
- >As you keep sucking on her nipple, you gently nip at it with your teeth to try and draw the milk out.
- >It’s really proving to be a fruitless effort.
- >“Milky... *cough*... Stop...”
- >You try to ignore her somewhat muffled pleas...
- >She massages yours with her hand when she milks you, so maybe if you do the same...
- >You take a hoof and gently press and rub along the side of her breast.
- >As you do, you keep running your tongue along the nipple before you try to suck harder.
- >“…Please…*cough*”
- >Why isn’t this working?!
- >You know she said that she doesn’t have milk, but how can that possibly be?!
- >Look at these things!
- >If they’re not full of milk, then what are they?!
- >You keep it up a little longer, but all you’re managing to do is suck the nipple raw!
- >Maybe… Maybe the right one will work better.
- >“*cough*… Stooop…”
- >Just wait, Anon...
- >You just need a little more time.
- >You get to work, running your tongue tenderly across the nipple of her right breast.
- >To harden it quicker, you nibble it gently.
- >Once it’s done, you get to work.
- >The same techniques you were doing to her left.
- >Like a filly, you gently suckle anything you possibly can from her.
- >It becomes a little more urgent when the arm over your back seems to be trying a little harder to push you off.
- >She’s slowly coming to again.
- >And you’re still getting nothing.
- >You try pressing on her breast a little harder with your hoof, but it won’t work!
- >Frustration sets in as you raise your head off of her!
- “Why isn’t this working?!”
- >You look them over more intently to see if you’re missing something.
- >Prodding with your hoof, makes them jiggle slightly as if they were full. Even Anon’s breathing does that...
- >The nipples stand erect like they would be used for suckling…
- >…
- >Maybe… it’s true...
- >She doesn’t produce milk unless she’s pregnant, just like most other mares...
- >But even mares can produce milk... when they’ve been stimulated and given attention every day...
- >That takes weeks though... time you don’t have...
- >She was telling the truth that her species teats are just naturally like this...
- >You let these obsessive fantasy thoughts of her having milk get the best of you for nothing!
- >…And now she’s laying beneath you, half passed out from your smothering…
- >All because she wanted to help relieve you…
- >What kind of friend are you… succumbing to desire like that... to her…
- >“…Milky…*blrgh*”
- >You drop you head down to lay on her, starting to cry.
- >You’ve just ruined everything with your best friend because you got greedy for no good reason…
- >She’s not going to forgive you for this…
- >As you’re about to get off her, you realise something as you look ahead, down the rest of her body.
- >You’ve been grinding yourself over her face through this experience…
- >So maybe… if you relieve her that way too…
- >…
- >Nothing will change…
- >She’s still going to hate you.
- >… But you’ve come this far… and you still have a teat yet to be milked…
- >And you’re almost certain that you could lick up something sweet from her down there…
- >You stand up and over her again to look down at her.
- >She seemed dazed and she can’t seem to focus on anything.
- >…Well… what harm could a little more be?
- >You still need relief and… maybe you can at least make her feel good in the process.
- >You move over her body again to line your other teat up.
- >She notices and her eyes manage to focus to what’s above her.
- >“…Milky… No-*ooph*!”
- >As she was voicing her disapproval again, you dropped yourself down.
- >You move yourself on top of her slowly, using her head to massage your teat.
- >It feels as if it’s flowing steadily, and you can hear her gulping hard.
- >Her hands are trying to push you off her again, but she’s too weak to make you budge.
- >Her mouth over you feels amazing.
- >Your arousal becomes renewed as you feel her tongue across your nipple.
- >Before you lay across her to return the favour down there, you have to rub yourself over her face again.
- >She seems to feel this, indicated by her coughing and spitting milk out the sides of her mouth.
- >You just bite your lip as you keep grinding.
- >“*Mmph*cough*cough*!”
- >Something about this situation is thrilling to you, you’re feeling your peak rapidly approaching.
- >You quicken your movements.
- >Your milk flows so much faster with each movement that she has difficulty swallowing it quick enough, while your secretions have thoroughly coated her head.
- >With one final movement, a wave of pleasure flows through you in your climax.
- >Your essence squirts out of you, all over the top of Anon’s head.
- “Ooooooohhh Anoooon…~”
- >You fall forward over the top of her, your teat slipping out of her mouth.
- >She coughs and sputters frantically, as she tries to get all the air she can.
- >You’re just focused on coming down from the high of pleasure.
- >“*cough*cough… Mil- urk*cough*!”
- >She can’t keep it in.
- >And you’re not quite emptied yet... and you haven’t tasted her yet…
- “I’m not done yet, Anon… you can do this, just hang in there… I need to make you feel good now…”
- >“*cough*... Please... sto-*oph*”
- “Just... a little more, Anon...”
- >She can do this.
- >You’re going to get a taste of her.
- >Milk may not be an option, but you can certainly smell something down here.
- >She must enjoy something about this if she’s wet.
- >Either way, you stretch down to plant your head between her legs.
- >The feeling of her suckling at your teat is fantastic by itself, but the scent you’re getting from down here is intoxicating.
- >You waste no time licking at her moist lips.
- >“*Mmmrrgghlll*!”
- >She apparently feels it, her legs spreading out further to give you better access.
- >Her right leg is even shaking.
- >You run your tongue along the outside to taste what you can.
- >Not as sweet as you imagined, or hoped even, but it’s certainly not a bad taste either.
- >You plunge your tongue into her to lick up everything she’s giving you.
- >All the while, she’s still suckling and trying to swallow what she’s getting out of you.
- >You can hear her coughing and gargling.
- >Her arms, legs and whole body beneath you is writhing.
- >It’s not taking long for her peak to approach her. This was easier than you thought.
- >With your tongue moving in and out of you, you feel a little bump.
- >Her body convulses after running your tongue along it... it must be her clit.
- >That’s what you were looking for.
- >You decide to quickly finish her off, flicking your tongue over it a couple times before gently sucking it.
- >These last few actions create a few soft moans from her beneath you.
- >Mere seconds later and you’re rewarded with a flood of her essence in your mouth, which you happily gulp down.
- >Her body finally relaxes after the experience.
- >You continue licking any of her excess arousal before you lift your head up.
- >That wasn’t what you were hoping to gain out of this, but you certainly enjoyed it nonetheless.
- >You shift a little bit to get your teat off her face to let her finally breathe.
- >As exhausted as you feel, you imagine she feels worse.
- “There... I’m sorry about that Anon, but... I hope you enjoyed the last part at least...”
- >You feel better as well. Empty.
- >She managed to suck out all the milk you had and drink it.
- >Or... most of it, anyway... the large amounts of it on the floor that the towel can't soak should have been expected.
- >You look at her, seeing she's resting from the orgasm you gave her.
- “Are you okay, Anon?”
- >You sit down beside her and put your hoof on her chest and-
- >...Wait...
- “...Anon?”
- >...She’s not breathing...
- >...
- >Oh no...
- >OH NO!
- “Anon?! ANON!”
- >No, no, no, no, no, no!
- >You shake her body with your hoof but she’s not responding!
- >You overdid it!
- >But you should’ve heard her if she were in that much trou- Oh no, that gargling!
- >You completely ignored her when she was drowning because you were too focused with trying to pleasure her!
- “Anon! Anon, please wake up! Please!”
- >Smacking her face lightly with your hoof gets no response!
- >You start pressing down on her chest!
- >Damn it! Why did you have to do this?!
- >Why couldn’t you just control yourself?!
- >You saw she didn’t want it, but you did it anyway!
- >Now it’s costing you more than just the friendship you had!
- >Celestia, please don’t let her die!
- >...
- >“...-non! ...Ano-... -eak to me, please!”
- >You can hear a voice coming in and out of focus.
- >Is that Milky’s voice?
- >You suddenly feel a heavy force of air pushed into your lungs.
- >Your bodies immediate reaction is to cough it back up... along with a little extra.
- >Your weight shifts as you’re rolled onto your side, feeling a warm liquid dripping out of your mouth.
- >“Oh thank Celestia! Anon, can you hear me?!”
- “*cough*cough*......What...Wh- *hrrghh!*”
- >Your senses are slowly coming to and the world is beginning to fade in.
- >On the floor surrounding your head is a large puddle of white.
- >...
- >Now you remember...
- >“Anon, I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean it to go this far, I just- I was just overcome with lust and I lost control of myself and- Ohhhh Celestia, I messed up! I nearly killed you!”
- >Yeah, no joke...
- >Being smothered by tits...
- >Nearly drowning on milk...
- >You’re sure it’s someones fantasy, but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience...
- “...Why...?”
- >You feel so weak.
- >With whatever you have, you roll yourself back onto your back to look up at her.
- >She’s sitting over you, chewing her lip and bawling her eyes out.
- >“I-I just... I don’t know! It’s inexcusable! I kept thinking about your body and things I wanted to do a-and... Ohhhh, I ruined everything! I’m so sorry!”
- >Riiiight... ‘Milking’ you...
- >...Though you vaguely remember a feeling down between your legs...
- >Trying to milk you wasn’t all she did...
- >In fact, you remember feeling something across the top of your head as well...
- >She really went to town.
- “*cough*cough*... Mil-*cough*-ky...”
- >Every time you cough, more milk comes up...
- >Tears stream down her face when she hears you.
- >“Ohhh you hate me! I hate myself! How could I do this... You need help! I’ll-... I’ll leave! I’ll pack my things! Move back to Trottingham! I’ll get help for you when I leave! I’ll take you to the hospital!”
- “N-no... *cough*...wait...”
- >She’s already left your side.
- >“B-But that’d make me look like a criminal... how would I explain this to the doctors?! Maybe I should report myself and turn myself in! It’s the least I deserve after this-“
- >Her voice fades as she moves away.
- >...
- >...
- >...
- >So you’re laying on the floor of your living room covered in a variety of bodily fluids.
- >The colour of one of them would probably be mistaken for something else if someone were to walk through the front door...
- >You feel like your stomach expanded a little...
- >Just how full was she?
- >How much did you drink?
- >...Why did she do it at all?
- >...
- >She was thinking about you a lot...
- >Mad with desire she said...
- >She likes you...
- >Why else would Milky, your best friend, go through this...
- >She’s clearly upset about it too...
- >You can’t rationalize her actions, but... love can make people do crazy things...
- >...Love?
- >Sure, what else would make her force-feed you...
- >She’s been acting strangely lately...
- >In hindsight, the talk yesterday is making a little more sense...
- >She was trying to tell you her feelings and you confused it for boy troubles...
- >...
- >Maybe you shouldn’t, but you want to forgive her...
- >Or maybe your thoughts are clouded by something...
- >You need to stop her from leaving.
- >You use whatever strength you have to roll over.
- >Upon weight shifting to your stomach, you regurgitate more milk onto the floor.
- >Milk.
- >The one thing you remember the most of this experience is how it tasted.
- >It was so warm and creamy... and vanilla...
- >Even though you almost drowned in it... you want more...
- >It’s sweet... too sweet to let go...
- >Like her...
- >She can’t leave you...
- >You cough up a little bit more as you start trying to crawl towards her room.
- >You’re too weak and collapse back into the mess.
- “..Mi-.... MILKY!”
- >You can’t let her leave you...
- >You need her to stay with you...
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