Sweet Milk pt.2

>The almost silent humming of the little machine definitely has a calming effect on her nerves
>Pinkie bites her lower lip, the gentle underpressure pulling her nipples
>each pumpmotion makes her breath out heavily out of her nose
>her left fronthoof scrapes the floor, her rump and hindlegs twitch in rhythm with the sucking of the milker
>"Hoooooh, ah!"
>being drained just makes her feel so good
>feeling how the almost painful pressure faded from her engorged teats and the warm liquid streams out of her enlarged nipples
>sometimes a bit of milk splashes up against her sensitive skin, tickling her; and she can't help but giggle
>"Mmmmh..oh"
>she bites her lip again
>"Hmmmmm..AH!"
>the experience turns out to be too overwhelming for her senses, as her frontlegs give out and her tongue rolls out
>"Ooooh, Pinkie you dummy...AH! You should have talked to Mrs Ca-oooh! earlier!"
>she doesn't remember how long she has been hooked up to this magical device, nor did she really care at this moment
>slowly she guides one of her hooves along the underside of her figure, only to bump against the tubes affixed to her teats
>"Owwww...maybe.."
>pushing through between them, she manages to reach her goal
>so close, she can already feel the heat permeating from her needy sli-

>a knock on the door
>her eyes go wide in surprise as she shoots up
>another knock
>"Pinkie are you alright? Should I come in?"
>door slowly opens, even though Pinkie clearly remembers not saying that she needs help or that MrsCake may come in
>the motherly blue pony peeks through the door frame, wearing her usual soft smile
>"Everything's alright, Mrs cake, really."
>Pinkie starts to sweat nervously, her face red from her arousal and her breath still influenced by the sucking motion on her teats
>"Pinkie, you have been in here for quite a while..remember, I tild you not to overdo it with the machine or you might sor-"
>a gasp as MrsCake looks at the storage container. It was almost full! She walks towards it, to get a better look at it, almost in hope her eyes are deceiving her
>"Oh my...How pent up have you been, Pinkie?!"
>Pinkie blushes even more now. This time out of embarrassment
>"A..bit?"
>she shyly says, forcing an awkward smile
>"This is almost enough to fill six entire bottles! Are you sure you're alright?"
>"Yes, yes, MrsCake, everything is superduperfine! Feeling so much better now! After you let me use your little machine here and after you told me that it is normal for some ponies to make milk when they live together wit a mare that has had foals, I felt like a huge weight was lifted off me."

>the slightly tubby mare couldn't help but throw a glance at the almost full milk container and snicker at that comment
>"yeah, I can see that. Just come down when you're done, alright?"
>"Okiedokielokey!"
>she smiles
>MrsCake is just about to leave the room, as she turns around and smiles back at Pinkie
>"Oh, and...open up a window once you're really done, alright?"
>her tone and smile so different, something she would normally reserve for sweettalk with her husband
>"Wha-"
>before Pinkie can even react MrsCake already has already left the room
>now she was standing in the room, looking at the door, mouth agape and chin almost on the floor
>"Wha- what was that about?"
>is she supposed to..? Is MrsCake expecting her to...? Maybe she just knows about how enjoyable it is for her?
>in her confusion Pinkie doesn't hear the little machine ping, signaling that it it full
>only after the underpressure stops, causing the little suction tubes to fall off her slightly- no actually rather sore teats she returns from her confused stupor
>the fresh air causes her sore teats to slightly tingle with pain
>"Oooh, she was right. I did overdo it!"
>even though she can still feel the heat inside her, she doesn't really feel like handling it anymore
>the mood is just gone, besides, this is the bedroom of the Cakes, after all
>she suddenly feels really uncomfortable about even thinking about touching herself in here
>she sighs
>"Oh well, more fun for later!"

>as her positive nature returns, she tries to bounce around as usual some times, then looks down under her
>no milksplatters!
>she has still felt her teats jiggle and sway under her, and the soreness of her has caused some small stinging sensations, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about making a mess anymore. They are still quite a bit larger than before this entire ordeal though. The increased size is something she would just have to get used to.
>she opens a window
>wow, no wonder MrsCake knew about how excited she has been, one really only notices some smells when one is able to compare the smells to fresh air
>she blushes again at the thought
>then she fills the milk into into six little bottles
>six bottles...that all has been inside her? The mental image of how funny she must have looked and walked before makes her giggle. Did the Cakes really not notice?
>she notices that little bit has spilled on her hoof
>she looks around to see if there is a towel or something around. This room is surprisingly tidy. And towel free.
>not seeing any other option, she slowly raises the hoof to her mouth, sniffing the odor
>it smells incredibly sweet, with a hint of of what would best be described as buttercreamy
>"Oh well."
>she shrugs and licks
>"...mmmmhm...I'm tasty!"
>another giggle
>she pauses for a moment, savouring the short moment of lingering taste on her tongue, then finally gets up and leaves the room

>"Hellooo MrCake, helloooo Mrscake!"
>"Hello Pinkie."
>"Oh, you're done already?"
>"Yes! I didn't want to you keep you waiting longer. Where should I put these?"
>Pinkie points at the small pack of bottles
>"Hm...what should we do with these? Darling?"
>"I...actually have no idea, honeybuns. Just put them in the fridge, we'll think of a use or so later."
>"Okay!"
>after she has put the bottles into the fridge, Pinkie can feel MrCake tapping on her shoulder
>"Pinkie, listen. My wife already talked to you and I don't know exactly what you two discussed.", he looks at his wife and Pinkie, then his wife and finally Pinkie again, "Well, I know some details, or more I can think of something concerning these bottles and- oh this is marebuisness, so I don't have any say in this anyways." he smiles at MrsCake and continues: "But okay, let me just say it: I know you were confused, I know you were desperate and I'm really sorry that I got angry with you, but what you did with our foals, that is a very intimate thing...I don't know how I would have reacted if you weren't such a close friend to my wife and me. Pinkie. You have to promise that should something like this ever occur again, that you tell my wife and me. Understood?"
>"...Pinkie-promise."
>Pinke leans on the tall slender pony and hugs him
>"Alright, alright. Now, let's get some of those orders done."

>the day proceeds without any other significant events
>there are some awkward looks here and there, at one point Pinkie almost uses her own milk for a cupcake recipe, but other than that nothing serious
>Pinkie talks about how excited she is to go out and see her friends again, who have only seen her from behind the counter in the last weeks

>the next night
>it is late
>Pinkie is laying in her bed, exhausted from the day, which turned out be very hectic when a random pony came in and ordered 43 cupcakes 5 minutes before the store closed
>the gall!
>too tired to really do anything but also her head full of new questions based on today's events, she simply can't find rest
>she decides to get up and get a glass of water, maybe that will calm her nerves
>on her way down she passes the door to the Cakes' bedroom, strangely slightly agape
>she doesn't really give that little oddity any attention
>"Ooooohh...hihihi...you're one big,hungry foal, aren't you?"
>that is until she hears the voices. Or more grunts on one part.
>"Mmmpf...mmmhmmm, yes.."
>Pinkie's ears perk up as she slowly walks backwards, holding her breath
>Does she really want to see this?
>"Yes! Momma is so proud of you, AH!"
>YES SHE WANTS TO, NO, SHE NEEDS TO SEE THIS
>as she looks through the small opening in the door, she has to hold both hooves in front of her mouth so she doesn't gasp too loud