Day lactation in Equestria

>Day lactation in Equestria
>it's been awhile since you've first arrived in Ponyville
>despite making some friends, you are still regarded as a bit of an oddity among the ponies
>you don't blame them, after all, you're basically a tall, furless monkey that wears clothes
>one day though, you meet another pony.... who like you when you first arrived, quickly became the talk of the town

>in all other respects, when she arrived, Milky Way seemed just as normal as any other ponies in Ponyville
>blue maned, a cream colored coat, freckles dotted around her nose, and a cutie mark with a milk bottle.
>however, she possessed one rather difficult-to-conceal attribute that never failed to cause a double-take wherever she went...
>tucked between her back legs were a pair of.....teats....breasts...you didn't know the exact terminology...the size of honeydew melons
>Milky was a self-described "milkmare", though the more appropriate definition would have probably been "wet nurse for hire"
>regardless of her rather....specific attributes, she quickly found business in Ponyville
>every day it seemed, she'd be lending a helping hoof to new mothers who couldn't keep up with their foals
>her biggest customer was Mrs. Cake. You couldn't blame her, how could anyone keep up with not one, but two foals...

>despite the number of customers she had, you never saw her with friends, always noticing her walking alone...
>for some reason or another, you gravitated toward her
>perhaps it was out of a desire to befriend someone who, like you, could relate to being an oddity
>whatever the reasons, you soon became fast friends

>For the rest of the questions like this? I think this’ll be the only time I’ll be addressing them. Thank you all, but, ahaha, no.
Smart move, imo. Get an entire class of comments/questions out of the way right off the bat. Move on to more substantive things. Also being tasteful rather than have nipples in every scene. Kudos.

>one late afternoon, you were walking into Ponyville to do a little late grocery shopping
>"Hey Anon!"
>you spin around, seeing the familiar blue-maned pony doing a rather precarious gallop toward you
Oh, hey Milky.
>you wonder how that mare could even walk as well as she did, with those massive mounds of flesh underneath her...
>"Anon, I just got a letter from a family in Hoofington who wanted to hire me for a whole week!"
Hey that's great Milky! When are you heading out?
>"In a couple days. I actually kinda wanted to ask you something...
What's that?
>"Could you come with me....to Hoofington I mean, for the week?"
>you raise an eyebrow
What do you need me for, Milky?
>she looks at the ground, pawing at it with one of her hooves
>"It's just that...I've never been to Hoofington before, and I'd feel more comfortable going with a friend."
>she looks up at you
>"Besides, I've seen you at the apple stands with Applejack, you're a way better people pony...er...person than me. You can talk to the customers!"
>You remain skeptical. Selling apples was a whole different kind of business...
I dunno Milky....I'd have to ask Applejack for a week off first, then I'd have to pack...
>"Please Anon! I'll pay you!"
>Milky looks up at you eagerly, her eyes silently begging you to agree
>you've never been to Hooftington either, and the thought of walking into a whole new town unfamiliar with humans seems intimidating
>however, Milky is your friend, and you could never say no to a request from her
>you give her a smile
I'm sure AJ will let me off...
>Milky rears up on her hind legs, wrappin you in a hug, her melons mashing themselves awkwardly into your lower abdomen
>"Thank you SO MUCH anon! You're the best....human a pony could ever have!"

>two days later, the two of you are in a carriage, being drawn by a couple of colts, on the way to Hoofington
>it had been hours, yet peeking out the window every now and then, Hoofington looked to be nowhere in sight
>the town must have been further away than you expected...
>in the meantime, Milky sat across from you, the two of you sharing the occasional smalltalk
>though eventually, you both fell silent, and you watched as the trail started riding the edge of the Everfree Forest
>"A-anon?"
Yeah Milky?
>"Can I ask you a personal question?"
Uh, sure. Shoot.
>"Why did you become friends with me?"
>you are a little caught offguard by the question, and you look at her, lost for words
>"It's just that...wherever I go, I've never really had any close friends. I guess I was always considered kind of a freak..."
Milky, you're not a freak.
>She falls silent when you speak. Hunching up in the cramped carriage, you go to her side, sitting next to her.
>After a few seconds of silence, you speak again
I guess it's because I sorta know what it's like to not entirely fit in....even in Ponyville I'm still just the talking monkey who walks on two legs. When you first came to Ponyville, I guess I didn't want you to end up like me...
>you feel yourself go red faced, worried that Milky might take what you were saying wrong...
I mean....it's more than just that though! You're a really awesome mare, it's not like I just became your friend out of pity or anything...
>Milky nudges you, and you notice her smiling warmly
>"I know what you mean, Anon. You don't have to explain."
>you relax a bit, containing your spaghetti for the moment

>looking around, you find no civilization in sight
>on one side of you is nothing but rolling, grassy hills. On the other side, not too far away, is the edge of the Everfree forest.
>looking toward the sky, you see the sun fast approaching the hills. The sun would be behind them in a few hours
>as for the two driver ponies, they are nowhere to be found
>looking at the ground, you notice a twin pair of hoofprints going down the opposite end of the trail...
>fortunately though the manticore is long gone, it seems

Milky, I think it's safe to come out.
>after a few moments, she steps outside into the sun, squinting
>"Where are the..."
It looks like they ditched us. I think were gonna have to walk...
>"Walk?! But how far?"
I don't know, I....wait a second.
>you notice a small wooden sign about ten yards downt the trail
>approaching it, you read what is carved into the wood
>HOOFINGTON: 12 MILES
Fuck...it's 12 miles Milky, we should probably start now. We might be able to get to Hoofington by dark.
>Milky bites her lip nervously shifting from hoof to hoof
You think you're up for it?
>"Okay anon..."

>the two of you are soon heading down the trail
>you're sporting a backpack that you took with you when you first came to Equestria
>Milky has a set of brown saddle bags over her back
>this wasn't your idea of starting this little trip, but at least you arent getting eaten by manticores...
>as you walk, you begin to notice Milky starting to fall behind...
>you stop, then kneel down as she closes the distance
You okay, Milky?
>A pink blush blossoms over her face, and she looks away
>"N...nothing anon. I'm just a little tired, that's all."
>as she says this, you notice her biting her lip repeatedly now.
>You take her word for it though, and bend down, removing the saddle bags from her back and draping them over your shoulder
>she looks up at you
>"Anon, you don't have to..."
Hey it's fine, they don't weight much. And we'll go at YOUR pace for now, okay?
>flashing her a reassuring smile, which she returns nervously, you both continue walking

>an hour later, you both are still on the trail, with no sign of Hoofington
>at this point, Milky is moving at a snails pace, her normal, slightly splay legged gait now even wider than normal
>you want to ask her if she'd like to just rest for the night, but frankly, you're not too keen on running across another manticore, or anything else out here...
>as you walk though, you suddenly see some odd, unfamiliar shapes far in the distance
>Buildings! It's Hoofington!
>suddenly though, you feel Milky leaning against your side, yawning as her eyes started to droop
>the warmth of her body was like a comforting blanket, and you feel waves of sleep starting to overtake you as well
>as you feel yourself starting to drift, you put an arm behind her mane, holding her close...

>*BAM!!!*
>you are suddenly jolted awake, the sides of the carriage rocking as you hit the side door painfully, cracking the glass
OW! What the hel...
>There is a din of yelling outside, followed by an unearthly roar from your side of the carriage.
>"Anon, what's going on...."
>you turn quickly to her
Milky! Whatever you do don't open the door!
>Milky's eyes widen when she hears another roar from outside, but she stays put,
>you try looking through the window, but you can't get a good look at the front, where all the commotion is going on
>you manage to catch a few bits from the drivers up front
>"WHAT THE HAY DO WE DO?!"
>"FIGHTIN' AH MANTICORE AIN'T PART OF THE JOB DESCRIPTION, CLYDE!"
>"WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE EM' HERE!"
>suddenly, another piercing roar, loudest of them all, boomed outside
>"THIS IS BULL MANURE! I AIN'T GONNA BE MANTICORE CHOW!"
>from the window, you see the two driver ponies sprinting in the opposite direction
>followed a short distance behind them is a particularly enraged manticore, slobber flying off it's face, it's stinger flailing behind it
>whatthefuckman.jpg

>thirty seconds of deafening silence later, you look over at Milky
I'm gonna check if the coast is clear. Stay here.
>She trembles nervously, but nods.
>you slowly open the door and step outside...

Milky! I can see the city! It won't be long....
>you are cut off though, when suddenly, you hear a soft moan, and turn to find Milky stopped dead right beside you
>her eyes are scrunched shut, and her lower lip is trembling.
>Looking toward her flanks, you see her back legs are crossed, and it looks like she's struggling not to squat down...
>You kneel down again, now seriously worried.
Milky?! Milky are you oka...
>*hiss*
>you fall backwards in shock as a sudden squirt of creamy, white liquid bursts from Milky's left teat
>she gasps, quivering as the spurt hits the thirsty ground, a gentle drip following behind
>it suddenly dawns on you why Milky was acting so strangely this whole time...
>Milky's eyes open slowly, the blush on her face now a shining crimson
>"Anon....I....I should have told....I would have normally nursed three foals....I thought we'd be in Hoofington by now....I'm so full!"
>tears start rolling down Milky's face as she emits a small sob
>"This is so embarrassing..."
>instinctively, you wrap your arms around her neck, pressing your cheek against hers
It's okay Milky, you don't have to be embarrassed. But we can't stop now, it'll be dark soon, and I don't want us running into whatever else crawls around her at night.
>"B..but it hurts."
I know, but I promise it won't take long until we get to the city. Okay?
>Milky looks up tearfully.
>"O...okay."
Can you walk?
>She nods, steadying herself against you for a second. Shortly afterward, the two of you keep walking toward the city.
>In the back of your mind, you wonder, why not just ask if you can milk her...she'd probably feel a whole lot better.
>NO! You can't do that! She's not a cow! Besides, you've never milked anything in your entire life!
>you struggle with these thoughts as you continue walking

>the trek to the city only gets slower as Milky walks gingerly, stopping occasionally when she accidentally squirts more milk
>by this time, a gentle dribble of milk is leaking from both of Milky's teats, and you notice that her back legs and teats are now streaked with white wetness
>however, the gray, angular buildings of Hoofington get closer...maybe you can both make it
>your thoughts are cut short when Milky stops again, crossing her back legs once more, her face clearly giving away how badly her breasts ached to be milked.
>in the back of your mind, you start to wonder if she's trying to hold back those involuntary little squirts out of sheer embarrassment
It's just a little further Milky, you can make it....
>Milky suddenly moans loudly, a copious squirt of milk erupting from both teats as she slowly squats toward the ground, falling on her flanks
>she lets out a final embarrassed, sob, and covers her face with her front hooves
>"I....can't *hic* walk *sniff* anymore Anon!"
>you get down on both knees and hug her, rubbing her back
>as she continues crying, you try to think of something...
Milky, what do you normally do if this happens?
>Milky has her head buried in your shirt now, talking into the fabric. Her teats dribbled and squirted with each sob.
>"I...use *hic*....my hooves if I get too *hic*....full....but I was too embarrassed to *hic*....in front of you *sniff*. Now they hurt too *hic* much!"
>you look at her hooves. These were far from ideal for milking, especially considering how overfilled Milky was at this point.
>there was no going much further at this point. Hoofington was still a good distance away, and the sun had just about gone behind the hills.
>even if you both got there, how would she be any better off than she was now?
>you know what you have to do, you just hope that you can both stay safe out here after dark...

You gently lift Milky into your arms, adjusting yourself slightly to balance her weight.
>"Anon...what are you..."
Just relax Milky.
>as you carry her, you feel her teats leaking milk down your arm. It's so warm....and as the aroma hits your nose...so fragrant...
>you shake these thoughts away, walking slowly with the combined weight of her, your backpack, and her saddlebags
>not too far off to the left was a medium sized tree perched up on a grassy hill
>oh well, that looked like as good a place as any...

>you approach the tree, setting Milky down on the cool grass as you brace yourself against the tree
>Milky looked rather unsteady on her feet, and you didn't trust her not to fall over
>guiding her toward you, you learn her back against her chest, her bottom legs and honeydew-melon sized teats resting on the ground
>you wince in sympathy when you get a good look at them. They look so uncomfortable and taut...
>slowly, you put your hand, with as much weight as a feather, on her teats
>Milky freezes in shock
>"A-anon!"
Milky, I know this is embarrassing, but you have to trust me. I'm not gonna let you go all night like this.
>"But I...I..."
>You gently stroke her teats, barely applying any pressure, and are rewarded with a copious spray of white, creamy milk.
>Milky's words get caught in her throat, and are replaced with a trembling moan of satisfaction.
>"Ah..AHHHNNNHHhhh!"
>well, I guess that was a yes

>you reach down to her nipples, soaking wet with her milk, and give them a gentle tug.
>you can barely get your hands around them, as her swollen glands are at this point as taut as a basketball
>despite this, the gentle tugging is enough to set her off.
>Squirt after squirt of white, hot milk erupts from her teats rolling down the hill in a small, white river
>meanwhile, Milky writhes in ecstacy against your, and you feel her body heating up
>"A..anon, I've never been milked with....hands before....it feels so....ah....AHH!!!!"
>Milky suddenly lets out an involuntary squeak, shoving her back against your chest hard as her flanks suddenly find themselves against your crotch
>she shudders a bit against your body, and you suddenly feel your crotch grow warm and wet...
>you look down, her marehood planted firmly on top of your crotch,
>did she just....cum?
>you feel yourself grow rock hard underneath her. That was.....holy shit...that was hot.
>as Milky caught her breath, and realizing what she had done, she looked back at you fearfully
>"Anon! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! It just felt so good, and I couldn't hold..."
>you silence her with a gentle kiss on her cheek, causing her to suppress a gasp
It's okay Milky. If you think it's gonna happen again, don't be afraid to let it out....
>you nuzzle her neck as you continue to milk her
>she doesn't offer a response this time, only squirming against your body from the pleasure of releasing her pent up milk

>it isn't long before she writhes again, moaning as she soaks your crotch with a second orgasm
>you can't take it anymore, reaching back with one hand between you and her, you frantically undo the button and fly of your pants
>scooting your underwear aside, your rock hard member suddenly presses against her pulsing, hot vulva
>she gasps in surprise, but offers no resistance, instead wiggling her flanks gently into the stiff invader, trying to coax it in
>eventually, after a few clumsy thrusts, you find yourself being drawn inside Milky's burning, wet love hole
>it's so hot.....enveloping you like a velvet glove, its like nothing you've ever experienced
>you struggle not to cry out in pleasure
>not forgetting what got you here, you continue to caress Milky's teats as you thrust clumsily inside her
>*FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP*
>as your now soaked groin crashes wetly into her flanks, her teats bounce wildly, spurting milk all over herself and you
>out of sheer arousal, you bring your hand back to your mouth, licking off a stray droplet
>the sweetness....it's like a vanilla yogurt with a hint of banana...
>it only makes you thrust harder, unable to control yourself at this point
>like a pot of water about to boil over, you feel your own orgasm start to well up inside you
>at the same time though, you don't want this to end
>it's not your choice though, when at this point, a third orgasm, stronger than the previous two, thunders through Milky's body
>she cries out in absolute ecstacy, and you feel yourself suddenly clamped inside her, being squeezed for every drop you have
>It's too much...
Milky! I...AH!!!!
>you whole body spasms violently as you cum inside her, your breath coming in short gasps with each satisfying spurt
AH....ah...oh Milky...nnhhh....

>eventually, you're both panting softly, with you still planted to the root inside her
>at this point, her teats have returned to their natural, supple selves
>too tired to clean yourselves up, you grab your backpack, at arms length away, and pull out a blanket, draping it over the both of you
>luckily, the night is nice and balmy, and you don't worry too much about getting cold
>"Anon?"
Yeah Milky?
>"T...thanks."
>you give her a kiss on the neck
"What are friends for...."

The end.