Title:           Too long to post
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 11th of January 2015 08:39:01 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 11th of January 2015 08:39:01 AM CDT

>pony has been expecting for some time now
>but her lactation has recently gone into overdrive
>You've joked once about helping her drain it, but was surprised when she took you up on it.
>It started with some simple milking and, while a little awkward, it was a great help and you got some free milk out of it.
>But when you mentioned how good it was, she started acting funny.
>Then one day she just comes out and asks: would you like to try it directly
>No it's okay, she assures you. S-she really doesn't mind.
>A few moments later you're in her bedroom, with teats in full view
>Already there's a drop running down one, showing how full they are.
>When you get closer you can catch something else, a decidedly aroused scent mixing with the sweet scent of milk.
>Slowly, you take a teat in your mouth, feeling a little gasp from the mare above, and around, your head.
>Her thighs twitch a little as the flow starts. Slowly at first, but after a minute of some gentle tongue work it's like a dam broke
>Your mouth fills with the sweet taste, and each swallow puts you further into a gentle, sleepy trance.
>Your world becomes focused on that established rhythm, suckling and massaging, and you hardly notice the hoof on the back of your head.
>You almost don't notice her flanks quivering around you, and the thick cloud of arousal is secondary.
>You can hear her encouraging you, telling you to keep going, and to drink as much as you like
>And you hear her cut off mid-sentence as it turns into a drawn out moan.
>It's noting compared to the flood in your mouth, needing to quickly swallow so that none goes to waste.
>After a moment, you hear her get her voice back, thanking you, before her trembling hooves move you to the other teat to start it all over again.
>When the milk finally stops, your belly is full and your head is swimming.
>The sleep that comes after just feels natural, and right.
>It's morning when you come to, and you feel like you've eaten a big meal already.
>You walk with a spring in your step, too, as you make your way back home.
>on your step, you find a large bottle of milk with a pink bow tied around it, and a heart painted on the bottle.
>The note attached reads "Feel free to come back for a refil~"
>You sure as hell will.