Pressure Release

Milky-way gets up, wincing as they sway and rub against her hind-legs. She looks up at you and forces a smile: "You don't have to worry about it anon. I can do it myself, I just need to get a bucket . . ." What kind of a person would you be if you ignored her plight? You'd feel like a callous jerk-off if you refused to help her. So you smile, hunker down and pet her mane. "Don't worry about it Milky, make yourself comfortable and I'll get the bucket."
Her smile widens and her eyes light up in gratitude: "You'll help me Anon? Thank you so much! I owe you for this."
Moments later, Milky-way is standing over a nice clean little bucket, you feel her breast tentatively, It's remarkably warm and soft and you can feel her swollen state in the tension of her skin. "Umm . . . How should I do this?" you ask.
"Try putting your fingers around my teats about three inches above my nipples, draw down with a pulling motion, you'll feel my milk-glands when you do it."
She gives a little gasp through her teeth as you close your hands around her breast as she described. "Keep going! Pull down, gently!" Milky-way guides you. Her breast is so soft and you feel your hand push into the soft fat surrounding her mammary glands before your fingers catch on the fluid filling them. You draw down, holding your grip firm as you do, maintaining a firm, even pressure. Milky-way draws in a deep, shuddering breath as pure, white Milk sprays out of her teat in a hard straight line. Much like a squirt-gun. Milky-way's whole body shudders with the passage of Warm Milk from her aching Breast. Involuntarily letting out a moan of relief.

"Oh Anon! That feels so much better already! Can you switch between the two? It feels better when they get drained evenly." You obey her request, switching to the other breast and repeat the same motion again. Using both hands to grasp her breast and drawing down firmly. It's kind of like squeezing a water-balloon . . . Actually, It's nothing like that. Water-Balloons are not of such a silken texture, nor do they have this warmth that also feels quite pleasant in your hands. Milky-way moans again and her entire body arches, then trembles as her Milk sprays into the bucket with a distinctive sound. It amazes you at how long the stream lasts as you draw your hands towards her nipple. Not like you should have expected any less.

It isn't long before you fall into a natural rhythm, switching between each of Milky-ways breasts'. Milky-way's moans are not as loud but her head is hung forward and her eyes are lidded in a state of overwhelmed, blissful sensations. You can feel the difference, the shape of her Breasts do not change but the feeling of tension does. Her breasts slacken ever so slightly, relaxing just as Milky-way is . . . Or seemed to be until she tenses up as you position your hands for another stroke, then shudders wildly and wobbles on her legs. Letting out little gasps as she does: A fluid that matches the color of her coat dribbles down her hind-leg and a few drops also patter on the floor falling directly from her Plot. You blush and say nothing but she knows you noticed. She tenses up and looks back at you wide-eyed: "I'm so sorry Anon! I was trying to hold it back but I couldn't help it! I'm sorry! It just fells so good . . . I've never felt anything like your hands before!" She looks like she might start to cry again.

You chose your words carefully: "Milky-way Honey, there are things I've seen that horrified me and turned my stomach. When you see something that's genuinely horrible, it teaches you the difference between what is repulsive and what isn't. Helping a friend isn't one of those things, in fact, it's the opposite: I'm glad I can help you feel better."
"Oh . . . Anon . . ." She says softly, blushing deeply, she smiles softly and focuses on the floor.
"Do you want me to keep going? It feels like we're almost finished."
"Sure, just a couple more pulls and I'll be good."
At this point, you've got two buckets of her milk and the third is almost full.
You start again and manage to get out 4 more streams of milk before you can tell that she is really just about drained. One more . . . As you grasp and draw down on Milky-way's breast, she begins to draw in shuddering breath's: "Ah . . . Anon! I'm . . ." "It's okay Milky-way, it doesn't bother me." You say gently.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Milky-way lets herself go. This time, more nectar falls from her plot then is drawn from her breast. This time however, a large amount of it manages to fall into your third bucket. "Oh no! I ruined it!" Milky-way exclaims. "Ruined you say?" You raise an eyebrow.

Milky-way's eyes widen before she smiles at you and gives you bedroom eyes. She carefully steps away from the pail, breasts swaying ever so slightly with her distinctive gait. She lays down with a contended little grunt still smiling eagerly at you. You pick up the buckets, bring them into the kitchen and while she watches with a contented grin. You take a glass and dip it into the third bucket before returning to sit down next to her. She rolls over on her back, "So, you're going to try my milk Anon?" You close your eyes and inhale from the glass, It's a nice clean scent, mixed perfectly with the sharpness of her other secretions. You sip first, intending to savor it but the flavor . . . It's so sweet as yogurt and has just a hint of Banana's bit with a bit of sharpness that you know instinctively. It actually gives her warm Milk an effect similar to a beverage laced with alcohol. Maybe it's the pheromones, the excitement of the act itself, or some combination of factors but Milky-way tastes so good, It almost makes you dizzy. "That, is the best Milk I've ever had, you really are talented Milky." "I'm glad you like it so much, my talent has it's ups and downs but moments like this . . . For all the discomfort that it can bring me, I get to provide for others. It makes the burden lighter. Thank you so much for sharing that with me Anon . . ." She gets a mischievous grin on her face. "What?" You ask, feeling a little nervous at the grin and the way she is looking up at you. "I'll tell you later, right now, I just want to relax . . ." With that, Milky-way falls asleep in your lap.