A Very Milky Adventure (Part 1)

>Day 9/11 in Horseland
>it's been around two weeks since you got acquaintanced with Milky
>yesterday's mutual milkabalooza caused you to miss the last train back to Ponyville
>you chose to stay at a motel in Trottingham instead
>seeing you'd come back tomorrow to help Milky again with her "needs" anyway, it seemed only logical
>you didn't really want to stay at Milky's, not even when she pleaded you to with those beautiful sapphire eyes of hers, glistening and burning the very deepest parts of your soul with regret and guilt over turning down her most sincere request
>more correctly, you couldn't stay at her place. Not yet at least.
>you don't think your libido could handle her sweet, cushy form around with the twisted, sick thoughts your corrupted brain came up with in the deviant safety of the dark night
>not without you becoming an unstoppable machine of ruthless and rampant rape, at least
>you spent the night drifting in and out of restless sleep
>you don't really remember what you dreamt about, but you're pretty sure it involved boobs
>big, jiggly, soft, equine crothcboobs, filled to brim with sweet, sweet, nourishing milky milk
>at quarter past seven you just say fuck it and get up for good, stretching out your stiffened joints
>you'd think pony sized beds wouldn't be too comfortable for a human, and you'd be absolutely right
>a quick morning shower in pony sized bathroom wasn't the most enjoyable experience either
>heading down to lobby your mind drifts for a moment to Milky. Sweet, lovable, bosomous Milky.
>"we're gonna give her the dick again."
>"William, not now."
>"we totally are."

>after a spout of retardation and an agonizing minute spent on the motel floor grasping at your aching groin as pony passers-by looked with a mixture of confusion and mild amusement, you head to the breakfast
>if they'd served any kind of pasta sauce there, you could've fed the entire motel with the amount of spaghetti your pockets conjured up during the act
>the selection isn't too human friendly, so you stick with some toast, eggs and tea
>your inner carnivore was having a really hard time in this world
>you could've killed for a nice, bloody steak, or even a bumfucking hamburger
>too bad butchery wasn't really one of your strong points
>probably should've paid more attention to Unca' Billy-Joe back then at the annual family barbecues
>you make your way towards Milky's place
>this is the first time you actually get a good view of Trottingham
>it sort of reminds you of medium-sized cities back at the human world, back in the 1900's, with street vendors littering the street corners and the lack of any real modern transportation apart from a few tram of two
>as you walk past a peculiar shopping window, your eyes cannot help but to fixate on a specific item on the display
>"That is my fetish. That is totally my fetish" you think to yourself
>"yep, that's your fetish aright" confirms William from down below
>you rummage through your pockets to find the few bits Milky had given you, 'salary' she called it, for the help you'd given to her
>it's just enough to afford your item of interest

>the ring of a bell, a quick gesture of the hand, the few clings of the bits, and onwards your way to Milky's continues, now with a gift in your hand
>"for a special friend" you'd told the cashier, and she had seemed to understand just what you meant
>a tidy, small, soft package, tied with a sparkly ribbon
>Milky's gonna love this. Or if not her, you'll definitely do.
>walking down the path to her house, your minds begins to drift
>The first time you discovered her secret and had taste of her, ehm, "talents", you've developed quite the thirst for her goods
>getting over the moral barrier of it was a pretty wild experience, as you'd seen the "production process" beforehand
>but afterwards, you can't help but to admit that it might just be the best damn liquid you've ever had
>getting a glass of that thing was sort of like getting to lick the whipped cream leftovers when Mama Anon was cooking, except a hundred, no, a thousand times better
>or scrap that, you cannot even compare those two. No numerical value does justice to her milk.
>it's like a liquid orgasm pouring down your throat. Not like swallowing cum or anything, that's gay as fuck. Nope, never done that in your life.
>Milky's mare milk was absolutely unique to anything you'd ever tasted before. Sweet, but not too much, rich, but just rightly so, creamy, but not so much as to be icky
>you were a bit surprised she only sold the raw milk, instead of processing her nectar into other dairy products
>you'd imagine cheese, butter or yogurt made from something of such exceptional quality would sell like tickets to a donkey shows in Brazil
>you're pretty sure Milky's relationship with you was advancing at a rather rapid pace. You DID fuck on the first date, after all

>not that you'd know anything about that, you were a kissless virgin before you came to Equestria, but you know, based on all those threads you'd read on lonely nights at /soc/ and the like
>in only a week with you she had become way more open with you, and always seemed to burst with joy every time you arrived
>"well, ONE of us sure did burst with joy alright. Repeatedly even."
>"Fuck you William the dickhead, I'm brainstorming here"
>he was right though. Whatever was up with Milky sure had effects on you too.
>namely your sexuality. You had become a fucking beast.
>just the little rest you've gotten last night had already filled your balls like you'd been blueballing for a month straight

>seriously, they're like two miniature oil tankers. If you came right this instant, the fucking Smooze himself would look like a preteen's half-a-teaspoon dribble compared to the cumnami your groin melons would unleash upon this technicolor world
>you could also swear your dick had grown by an inch two. And popping a full boner was like having a piece of Stonehenge in your pants.
>whether it was the effects of Milky's milk or magic, you didn't know, but then again you didn't practically care either.
>you're pretty sure it wasn't neither aliens nor magnets, though. Pretty sure.
>you snap out of your daydream, and find yourself at Milky's cottage.
>She's nowhere in sight, so you decide to knock on the door
>"Milky, it's Anon! You there?" you state with your voice raised enough to pierce through the door and walls
>for a brief moment, no answer is heard
>"Anon? I'm here in the barn!" you hear from the distance, her sweet echo
>the gift you got for her is still in your hands
>a polite knock on the door first, before you go inside the barn
>"Milky?"
>"Here in the back!" comes her call, now that much sweeter as it was moments before
>you make your way into the back room

>as you step in, the first thing you notice is how her slight, controlled smile blooms into a hearty grin the moment her eyes meet yours
>this is the happiest you think you've ever seen her, and that's just from seeing you
>"What is love? Baby don't milk- HURT me, Baby don't hurt me" you hear drifting through your head, and your heart skips a beat
>a weird sensations tingles down your spine and into your stomach. Is this... is this what they call lo-
>*grumble*
>Milky's gleeful grin quickly retreats into something resembling the mixed state of confusion and slightly offended
>apparently toast and eggs aren't that filling
>the faint scent on cooked macaroni escapes you pockets as you try to hold your hold'em face
>"I had... a light breakfast."
>"...That's perfect!" Milky sprouts, her face springing back into the excited smile she had
>"Pardon?"
>"I mean, well, come and see!" she sings, her radiant voice caressing your ears
>wow, she even SOUNDS different than usual
>you follow her, slightly confused as she excitedly skips to a nearby smallish table
>the table has some containers on it, apparently filled with something milk based in them
>"I, well, I took your advice and, uhm, took some of my milk and processed them, well, not personally of coure, but, you know what I mean!"

>indeed, taking a closer look, there it was, different dairy products, apparently made from her milk
>"I wanted you to... be the first to test them first, i-if you want" she said, with a shy smirk and a hint of blush rising to her face
>"I'd be glad to, no, I'd be honored to be the first"
>"Really? Thank you, Anon, I really feel like you're the only po- well, person I can trust in completely!"
>she finished sentence with a hearty smile and a giggle
>if you had diabeetus, you'd have died several times over. double died, maybe even triple died.
>you glanced at the goods. yogurt, butter and curd looked like to be on the menu.
>"Well, let's have a taste, shall we?" you proclaim with the authority of a food critic.
>"Umm, could that maybe wait a little?" Milky says, with a nervous tone on her previously springy voice
>"Huh? Wait for w-" you are about to say, when a sudden "Oh" sprouts out upon the realization
>"Please, assume the position. I'll get the buckets"
>tension vanishes from her face and her cheeks lift up again in a heartwarming smirk.
>While not exactly a veteran on the subject of horse milking, you can already tell as you place your hand on her smooth yet now solid teat that they're absolutely filled today

>your sudden touch causes Milky to shiver with a faint "Ah" escaping her lips, and milk starts to immediately dribble from her erected nipples
>you take a professional grip of her teat and pull down with a gentle yet forceful gesture, and milk shoots out into the bucket below, with the most delightful sound coming from Milky again
>a hand on each teat, you milk the precious fluid of her bosoms, filling up the first and second bucket in record time
>she is absolutely packed today, and Milky sure seems to be enjoying this a bit too much for such an everyday situation
>the warm fumes rising from her milk, the sweet and full aroma teasing your nostrils, Milky's body relaxing and tensing up again with each tug of your hands
>another scent, one even more divine, yet a scent of sin, lust and primal desire, finds its way to your olfactory receptors
>as you had found out, the most efficient way to milk her was for you to sit directly behind her, giving an unrestricted access to her bosom
>this position, however, left you at eye height with her "orchid".
>you were at the fourth bucket by now, and you could feel the reserves running dry
>her other ladyparts, however, exhibited the exact opposite behavior
>since you had started, her lips had swollen into a healthy puff, her juices of lust streaming down both her thighs and her tail raised high and moved to the side, giving you a full frontal view of her wet, pink pony pussy

>fortunately your previous encounters with "ruined batches" had prepared you for this, and a moist rag was at hand to wipe off the excess lubricants
>her sighs and other vocal signs of relief had slowly turned into inviting moans and primal grunts
> you don't think she even realized what she was doing, as if she was in trance of sort, or more likely, a state of pre-orgasm euphoria
>the sweet, lewd, overpowering scent of her desire was practically dazing you now, like a paralyzing venom slowly eating away all rational though
>good thing that you wore your college pants today. Were they jeans, they'd probably have been ripped apart by your painfully hard cock by now
>with what little self-restraint you had left, you try to wipe off the now gushing streams of her mare juices, fighting with all your willpower against your inner beast to not grab on her luscious flank and licking off every drop of her celestial dew
>*wink*
>That was certainly new. In the small frame of confusion, you manage to gather up your thoughts for a moment and take the bucket of milk with the rest of the lot
>the air in the barn is almost solid. So thick is the smell of her craving for your flesh
>"T-t-that sure was a lot of milk today" you manage to squeeze out of your throat. An incredible feat really, as doing anything other than standing is now totally out of your control
>"A-anon, I..." is the only thing Milky manages to let out of her luscious lips before they are shut by yours