Day Mega Milk in Equestion

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    >day Mega Milk in Equestria

    >you wake up, light shining through the windows of your bedroom

    >life is good

    >you turn over to your side, and find Milky cuddle up against you, snoring softly

    >life is better

     

    >it's been a couple weeks since you little trip to Hoofington

    >you still remember that first day, falling asleep under the tree with her as the sun went down

    >the smell of fresh grass, milk, and sex hanging in the air...

     

    >now that you're back in Ponyville, you have since asked her to move in with you, which she accepted gleefully

    >in addition, you've become...for lack of a better term, her "milking buddy"

    >when she moved in, you bought an ice box, and dozens of brand new glass bottles and caps

    >whenever she gets full, you get a pail, and lovingly milk her until she's satisfied

    >you can tell how much she appreciates it every time. Before you her only outlets were her customer's foals, and occasionally trying to clumsily do it herself when she got desperate...

    >though she still got 'house calls', now she also had the option of just dropping off a half dozen bottle of milk to her customers, freeing up her schedule greatly

     

    >but that's all besides the important point

    >she's by your side wherever you go

    >you take her back to your place to watch scary movies and eat cheesecake and ice cream almost errynight.....among other things

    >you never would have considered a pony when moving to Equestria, but that was before Milky...

    >Now that you're together....you know what? You really love it

    >you two are definitely the odd couple around Ponyville

    >some of the ponies in town give you two the occasional confused glance when you walk together

    >Rainbow Dash even gave you some ribbing at first over it

    >But you just don't care. Feels good man.

     

    >not long after you wake up, Milky opens her eyes and smiles

    >"Morning, anon."

    Morning sleepyhead.

    >giving her a kiss, you sit up, stretching. Judging by how light it was outside, it must have been late in the morning.

    >"Is AJ still expecting you on the farm?"

    Nah, most of the apples got picked yesterday. She gave me the day off.

    >you suddenly look back at her, curious

    What about you? You busy today?

    >"Nope, but I bet every mom in Ponyville has bought at least a few bottles of milk from me yesterday."

    >giggling she prods her expansive bosoms

    >Dammit boner, have some goddamn discipline...

     

    >suddenly though Milky is at your side, hugging you

    >"Anon...you're the best thing that's ever happened to me since I got to Ponyville."

    >"I just wish there was some way I could thank you for everything you've done..."

    Aw come on Milky, just being with you is the only thing I nee....

    >you pause

    >you remember that day under the tree just outside Hoofington...

    >you remember how badly she needed to be milked, and the orgasmic reaction she got when she finally had relief by your hand

    >you also remember how hot the whole experience was...

    Milky, what if I told you there was something you could do to thank me, that I REALLY wanted you to do...

    >Milky's ears suddenly perk up

    >"Really? What is it?!"

    Well....we don't have anything to do today, so I want to take you into town. I want to get you something nice from Carousel Boutique, then I want to take you to dinner, and maybe even a movie.

    >Milky looks confused at first, but then smiles wryly

    >"Sounds more like you thanking me for something, and not the other way around. What's the catch..."

    Promise you won't be too freaked out?

    >"Come on Anon! Tell me! I won't laugh I promise!"

    >You have to go the whole day without getting milked.

     

    >the expression on Milky's face changes like a traffic light. She did NOT expect that...

    >"T...the whole day? But I don't know if I....I mean..."

    C'mon Milky, just one little day. You can do that for me, can't you?

    >you give her a sheepish smile, and she laughs nervously

    >"But why..."

    Lets just say I think it'll make today interesting.

    >Milky looks away, blushing as she wrangled with the suggestion.

    >"Okay anon, I'll do it but....I'm already kinda full right now..."

    >you remember that Milky, by this time, would have probably been milked by now

    Oh? Well I can take care of that.

    >hopping out of bed, you go to the kitchen to retrieve the milking pail which you always use

    >returning, Milky is by the time out of bed, and looks a bit relieved to see you with the pail

    >setting down the pail under her, you brought both hands to her teats, and began to gently tug them, one after another

    >before long, a steady stream of milk began spurting from each one

    >you see Milky rolling her neck in relief as you milked

    >"Oh Anon...that feels so much better...."

    >you continue until JUST the bottom of the pail is covered in milk

    >however, you stop suddenly

    Done.

    >Milky suddenly looks back at you, confused.

    >"N...no I'm not."

    Oh yes you are.

    >trying to suppress your grin, you stand up

    Now go get ready Milky, we're going to head to Carousel Boutique in a little bit

    >Milky looks stunned, and tries to say something

    >"Anon...I don't think I can go the whole da..."

    >you scoot over to her front, surprising her with a kiss on the lips

    Please Milky...for me?

    >she gazes back at you for a few moments, then, putting on a smile, sighs in defeat

    >"I don't see how this is going to end well, Anon."

    >returning a peck on the cheek, she trots off to the bathroom

    >when she's gone, you drink down the little swig of milk in the pail...

     

    >soon, the both of you are heading down the road to Carousel Boutique

    >you wondered if Milky might have tried milking herself beforehand while she was in the bathroom showering

    >however, judging by the expression on her face, she stayed true to her promise

    >spending so time with her, just by looking at how she carried herself, you can almost always tell when Milky needed a good milking

    >and even now, before the two of you had even done anything, she could have used one, at least one better than the one you gave her

     

    >after a good deal of walking (your house being quite a ways from Carousel Boutique) you finally arrived

    >you give the front door to the boutique a quick knock

    >"Cooomiiing!"

    >the door quickly opens

    >"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique, and manif..."

    >Rarity suddenly pauses when she sees you

    >"Why hello Anon, I wasn't expecting you today. Need a new pair of pants? A shirt? Just remember I'm still a little unfamiliar with how the stitching around your shoulders...

    Actually Rarity, I'm here to get something for Milky.

    >"Oh! My my where are my manners! Come in darling!

    >Rarity ushers Milky inside, and you follow, ducking your head to get throught the undersized door.

    >"So what did you have in mind, Milky? An evening dress? A winter coat? Or perhaps something a little more casual..."

    >"Casual sounds good..."

    >A part of you knew that Milky wished she had a pail nearby right about then. You could definitely tell it was getting more and more difficult for her to hide her need...

    >"Well then, I think you'd love one of these custom made jeweled saddles. They look simply divine!"

     

    >as Rarity disappears deeper into the shop, Milky suddenly looks at you and whispers

    >"Anon, I'm really kinda full..."

    You can wait, sweetie.

    >"Nnnhh...I don't know if..."

    >"AHA, here we are!"

    >Rarity comes trotting back, holding a light blue saddle with dark blue sapphires encrusting the side

    >"It matches your mane SO well, darling!"

    >even through her growing desperation, Milky's eyes widen when she sees the saddle. It's certainly a work of art.

    >she looks back up at you, and you nod at her, smiling

    Hey, go for it. I'm the one paying.

    >grinning, she looks back at Rarity

    >"I'll take it!"

     

    >"Wonderful! I just need to take some measurements for the belt, and you'll be looking marvelous in no time, darling!"

    >Milky's eyes widen when Rarity suddenly produces a tape measure, approaching her

    >"Uh...you can just guess the measurements if you waAHH!!!"

    >Rarity is suddenly wheeling around Milky like a madmare, wrapping the measuring tape around every portion of her middle that she could

    >Milky struggled to hold still throughout the ordeal, wincing and yelping softly as the tape wrapped around her

    >a part of you hoped that Rarity might accidentally brush against Milky's breasts, but alas, Rarity was too skilled for that

    >as you watched, Rarity suddenly looks up and you frowns

    >"Anon, you know a gentlecolt NEVER pries, ESPECIALLY regarding a lady's measurments..."

    Oh....er...well...

    >forcing your spaghetti back into your pockets with your hands, you make a hasty retreat to the door

    >Fucking Rarity....

     

    >eventually, the two of you soon leave the Boutique, Milky now sporting a beautiful new saddle

    >"Thank you sooo much Anon, I love it!"

    >Milky twirls around as she walks, but her bosoms sway a little bit, knocking together

    >she freezes, letting out a little squeak of surprise, their fullness suddenly becoming all the more evident

    >she turns to you

    >"Anon, this is really nice and everything...but can we just go home so you can milk...

    Nuh uh, I promised you I'd take you out to eat, AND take you to a movie.

    >as you chuckle, you stroke her mane as you walk, and she whines nervously

     

    >later on, you soon get to what you're looking for...a trendy outdoor restaurant that Twilight once told you about

    >apparently they served a pretty mean daffodil and daisy sandwich

    >they even served fish (for their occasional Griffon customers), which sounded pretty damn godly at the moment, since scant few restaurants in Ponyville served anything edible to you, much less anything with meat

     

    >not long afterward, the two of you are seated at a table with a pair of menus

    >however, Milky is terribly preoccupied, struggling not to squirm where she sat

    Everything alright, Milky?

    >Milky looks down from her menu, at this point looking a bit frustrated.

    >"You must think this is reeeealy funny...."

    Well you DO look pretty cute when you're angry. You should try it more often.

    >you grin, and she opens her mouth to retort, but the two of you are interrupted by your waiter

     

    >the unicorn waiter levitates a pen and notepad from his pocket, ready to take your order

    >at the same time, you formulate a rather devious idea.

    >You slowly, surreptitiously kick off one of your shoes...

    >"Have you two made your choice?"

    Uh sure! I'll have the smoked salmon.

    >"And you, miss?"

    >"Um...I think I'll have the spinach...and cucumber salaaAHHHNnnnn!"

     

    >Milky goes bolt upright in her seat while you struggle not to laugh.

    >While she was talking, under the cover of the table cloth, you had taken off your shoe

    >......and started tracing circles around her teats with the tip of your socked foot....

     

    >"Er...excuse me miss?"

    >Milky forced a smile, struggling to keep her composure

    >"I...I'll have the spinach and cu..cucumber ssssalad....p-please."

    >the waiter looked rather confused at her behavior, but took the order and walked away

    >Milky suddenly stares at you in shock, and whispers loudly

    >"Anon what are you DOING!"

    Doing what?

    >you twirl your big toe around the tip of her left teat

    >"THAT!"

    >Milky shoves her front hooves down the edge of the tablecloth, trying to bat your foot away

    >however, you dodge each frantic, sweeping motion of her hooves, continuing to assault her left teat with strokes, rubs, and prods

    >as you did though, Milky let out a soft moan, and you suddenly felt something warm and wet on your foot

    >it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened...Milky just lost a squirt...

    >you weren't deterred at all. In fact, this only made you want to tease her more.

    >you switch to her right bosom this time, watching Milky whimper in desperation as she struggled to push you off

    >it wasn't long before Milky froze up again, burying her face in the tablecloth as her other breast started to squirt...

    >milk was dripping off your foot by this time

    >you started to wonder how long it would take before you could make her squeal loud enough for everyone to hear her...

    >however, Milky looks up at you in desperation

    >"Anon, please! Not here!"

     

    >mercifully, you relent, bringing your now milked dampened foot back to your side of the table

    >as you do though, you put an elbow to the table, and your hand to your cheek

    What's wrong? Is my cute little mare gonna have an accident?

    >Milky goes beet red

    >"Anon....this isn't funny anymore....I don't know if...."

    >Milky can't finish her sentence, only letting out another quiet moan as she struggled not to squirt again

     

    >a short while later, the both of you were leaving the restaurant and heading to the movies

    >the salmon was only halfway decent, tasting like it had been kept in a freezer for a couple weeks, but that's not what you were focused on at the time

    >Milky had tried to keep herself preoccupied with her salad, but you knew she was in dire straits

    >at least she hadn't leaked again, though....

    >as you walked though, Milky suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, shuddering on the spot as she bit her lip

    >her back legs crossed.....you knew that pose all too well from the Hoofington trip...the "I'm trying not to squirt milk all over myself" pose

    >you kneel down in front of her, her face scrunched up in desperation as you did

    >"Anon, we've gotta go home now! I think I'm gonna...mmmmf!"

    >you silence her when you lean forward into her with a deep, breathy kiss

    >withdrawing, you gaze back at her, watching her blink in surprise

    >somehow or another, whether by force of will or the shock of your kiss, she managed to contain herself

    >you smile in amusement and lust

    You're really cute when you're like this, y'know?

    >Milky looked down, blushing hard

    >"I kinda figured you felt that way...but Anon.....I really REALLY gotta go...."

    >you wrap your arms around her neck

    I know....and I promise when we get home I'll give you a nice, long milking. Can you just wait a couple more hours, until after the movie?

    >Milky continued to look down at the ground

    >you lean closer, whispering in her ear

    Please...

    >moaning, Milky nodded her head

     

    >You were soon at the box office in front of the movie theater

    >Milky was standing next to you, squirming and dancing on the spot, looking fit to burst

    >looking at the colt inside, you cleared your throat

    Two tickets for "The Mare of Canterlot" please.

    >"You got it. Ten bits please."

     

    >as you handed the colt the bits, you suddenly heard it

    >*hissss*

    >as the colt went to retrieve the tickets, you looked down at Milky

    >Milky was standing stock still, looking up at you in sheer mortification, a small splash of milk on the ground

    >luckily, none of the nearby ponies had seemed to notice...

    >"Here you go sir, have a nice evening!"

    Um..thank.

    >you grab the tickets, rushing Milky inside, watching her waddle precariously from the fullness in her breasts

     

    >you chose a pair of seats near the back, where barely any ponies were sitting

    >as you got to your row, you saw her teats were now were both gently losing droplets of milk

    >you sat down, watching Milky trying to climb into the seat next to you

    Milky, sit in my lap.

    >"W...wha?"

    Sit in my lap, I promise I won't do anything, I just want you to relax a bit.

    >Despite everything, Milky didn't protest. She had other worries on her mind.

    >as the theater lights dimmed, she clamored into the seat you were in, her flanks resting on your lap

    >her bosoms felt heavy and taut on your upper thighs, she was absolutely bursting...

    >despite this though, she did start to relax a bit against your body

    >you put your arms around her middle, holding her close as the movie started....

     

    >as the movie dragged on though, Milky was actually starting to tremble where she sat

    >the constant dribbling started to leave twin damp patches of milk on your thighs

    >occasionally, she'd shudder and moan, her teats letting out a large squirt of milk that would streak down your legs

     

    >you couldn't help it, there was something positively erotic about seeing Milky this desperate to be milked. If you were a braver man, you would have pulled down your pants and had her right there....

    >though you were content to just nuzzle her neck as the movie continued

    >However, at the same time, you start to wonder if you're asking too much of Milky...

    >after all, though she would probably lose her mind with pleasure from a good milking right now, she was most likely at this point very uncomfortable

     

    >as you thought this though, Milky suddenly spun around in your lap, wrapping her hooves around your middle

    >she looks at you thought the darkness, her eyes wide, looking as though she was about to burst into tears

    >"P-please anon....I'm....I'm gonna...."

    >you felt Milky spasm in your arms, and you feel a pair of wet squirts of milk hit your lower shirt

    >unable to take anymore, Milky buries herself into your chest

    >was she...starting to cry?

    >at the same time, as if involuntarily, she gently works her bosoms into your lower abdomen, as if she was dry-humping you

    >you hear a quiet hissing, and feel wet fabric and Milky's breasts spurt into your shirt

    >however, you knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg compared to what she was carrying...

     

    >okay, you went too far

    >though you loved seeing her desperate like this, the last thing you wanted to do was make her truly upset

    >intent on remedying the situation, you hold her close

    It's okay, just relax Milky, I'm gonna make you feel better....

    >your hands trace their way down her abdomen, until they glide gently over her now plump, trembling breasts

    >Milky nearly shrieks in surprise from the overwhelming sensation

    >"Anon! What are...aH!"

    Shhhh....

    >you gently start to massage her breasts, and not two seconds later, a veritable gush of milk forces it's way into your lower tummy and lap

    >the milk is so hot, if you weren't feeling a bit bad for Milky at this point, you would have been in heaven

    >she writhes and squirms, but doesn't try to stop you, the needs of her body overwhelming her.

    >However, you can feel her trying to hold back her milk, her teats pulsing gently in your now milk soaked hands

    >she presses herself into you, whispering frantically in your ear.

    >"Anon, please! Ponies are gonna see...."

    No they won't Milky. Don't hold it, just let it all out...

    >Milky doesn't respond, instead biting into your shoulder hard enough to make you wince, while she tries not to cry out

    >she seems to give in though, and her milk starts to gush more freely into your clothes as you continue massaging her

    >the tautness of her breasts starts to ease by just a tiny bit

     

    >as you continue though, you feel milk start to pour over the edges of your lap and onto the seat

    >wetness snakes down past your knees and down your legs, dripping from the cuffs of your jeans and onto the floor

    >you know that if you continued, someone might actually notice

    >reluctantly, you force yourself to stop

     

    Feel a little better?

    >Milky's voice quavers badly as she responds

    "Uh huh...."

    Want me to carry you home now?

    >Milky looks up at you, her body still humming with the brief relief you gave her, nodding her head furiously

    >Soaked in her milk, and scooping her into your arms, you hurry for the back exit.

     

    >it's nighttime by now, and you're trekking alone down the road back to your house

    >Milky is in your arms, squirming and trying to keep her composure, leaking milk down your arms and front, dripping onto the ground

    >you hurry as fast as you can, knowing Milky was still bursting despite the reprieve you gave her in the theater

    >eventually though, you see your house in the distance, and pick up the pace

    Don't worry Milky, we're almost home.

    >"Please *hic*....hurry Anon...."

     

    >you get to the front door, and clumsily open it hurrying to your bedroom

    >you set Milky down, her legs trembling underneath her

    >you bring her head up with your hand, looking at her

    You'll feel better in a second Milky, just hang on.

    >Milky gives you a grateful, wobbly smile as you wipe away her tears

    >you feel like a little less of a jerk

    >retrieving the milking pail from the kitchen, you go set it under her

    >you give her a little pat on the flank, feeling like making one last little joke before you milk her...

    You sure you can't wait for a few more minutes?

     

    >you feel it....something ominous in the air changing.....moments before it happened

     

    *BAM!!!!*

     

    >Milky rears up on her front hooves and kicks you, hard, in the chest

    >you go flying across the bedroom, slamming into a nearby wall hard enough to make the room shake

    >coughing and choking, gasping for air, your vision blurs out for a second

    >when it refocuses, Milky is standing right over you

    >her face is contorted into an enraged snarl, and her eyes look like they belong on something rabid...

    >ohgodwhathaveidone.jpg

     

    >*cough* Milky...*hak*....it was just....*choke*....a joke!

    >"NOT ANYMORE!!"

    >Milky grabs you around the neck, and with terrifying strength, tosses you to the middle of the room

    >she is upon you in mere moments, pinning you down, the look on her face a mixture of anger and bowel-evacuating insanity

    >between her legs, her bosoms were spurting rhythmically onto your body without a single bit of stimulation, their limit surpassed

    >Milky sudddenly opened her mouth, roaring loud enough so that you felt like every single pony in Equestria would hear

    >"Youre.....GOING TO MILK ME!!!!"

     

    >wheeling around, Milky suddenly planted her right breast onto your face and pressed down hard

    >you would have yelled in shock, but you were practically being smothered

    >her teat was pressed into your mouth, and was rapidly filling it with her sweet, warm milk

    >Milky brings her body down against yours, as if signalling you to do your part

    >not wanting another kick to the chest, you start suckling her breast

    >you are greeted with a gush of milk that nearly caused you to choke, but you swallowed as fast as you could

    >"Ahhhhh.....AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

    >Milky was in ecstacy, writhing as you relieved her of the overwhelming pressure, shuddering as she orgasmed on the spot

    >you struggle to keep up, but milk is leaking out of the corners of your mouth as your stomach expands

    >soon, Milky lifts up her body

    Milky...I....wait!

    >she silences you when she plants her other breast over your mouth

    You squirm underneath the pressure, unable to get a proper breath as her milk fills your mouth

    >you try and drink it all, but it's as though someone was discharging a firehose down your throat

    >running out of air and panicking, you try as hard as you can to get up, but Milky is holding you down like a vise

    >the room starts to go black....

     

     

    >"Anon! ANON!!!"

    >through the blackness, you hear Milky's voice going in and out of focus

    >"Anon, please wake up!"

     

    >you feel your eyes flutter open, and you see Milky standing over

    >you watch as relief washes over her face

    >"Oh thank goodness, Anon I'm so sorry! I didn't mean....I just had to go so badly.....and I just got so mad...and....."

    >you sit up precariously, the room spinning slightly, full to the nines with Milky's milk. She wraps you in a hug.

    It's cool, I deserved that...I'm the one who should be apologizi....*cough*

    >You enter a coughing fit. She rubs your back as you do.

     

    I'm *cough* sorry I made you wait this *cough* long Milky.....I promise I'll never do it again. Can you forgive me?

    >Milky hugs you tighter, causing you to emit a small burp.

    >"Of course, Anon."

     

    >she helps you to your feet, wincing from the fullness of your stomach and the pain in your ribs

    >soon are both sitting on the bed, Milky in your arms

    >"Anon?"

    Yeah Milky?

    >"I'm.....still kinda full."

    >you stare in disbelief

    Milky you nearly drowned me second ago. Are you joking?

    >Milky shakes her head.

    >You smile in amusement, deciding to finish what she started.

     

    >in your arms, you gently massage her breasts with both hands, not bothering to tug at the teats

    >Milky moans in response, your hands quickly becoming warm and wet with her milk

    >"Oh anon! Don't stop......that feels soooo goood......"

    >you are soon both squirming around on the bed, the sheets starting to get damp

    >during this, you undo her saddle, tossing it to the floor, while undoing your clothes

    >nude, you soon have Milky on her back

     

    >your boner, held in check while Milky was upset, has now returned with a vengeance

    > you slowly part Milky's bosoms, placing your throbbing manhood between them

    >massaging her breasts, and lubricated with her milk, you pump your shaft between them, the heat and tactile sensations overwhelming

    >Milky wasn't joking, they still felt quite full

    >you gently squeeze her breasts in time with each pump of your hips, feeling her milk gush off her body and onto the bed

     

    >Milky thrusts her hips at you involuntarily, her eyes scrunched shut, as if her body is telling you to hurry up and fuck her already

    >as milk streams off her bosoms and body, you slow down to avoid cumming too fast

    >Milky suddenly looks up at you,

    >"Anon, I can't wait anymore.....I want you to...."

    >You don't hesitate for a second.

    >withdrawing your shaft from between her breasts, you aim lower this time...

     

    >Milky lets out a deep groan of satisfaction as your tip parts the lips of her vulva

    >you see her back arch, and her eyes roll up while she bites her lip hard

    >shuddering, and lost in her own little world, you are sure that she just came from that tiny bit of sensation

     

    >you bury yourself to the hilt, withdrawing slowly, but soon picking up the pace

    >you squeeze her breasts a little harder, milk spraying into your hands

    >"Ahnnnnnon! I...AHnnnnnGhhhh"

    >Milky is, at this point, a babbling mess, her body convulsing against yours as she orgasms again

    >her body slaps lewdly against yours, droplets of milk fly in all directions

    >the scene is just too much...

    >arching over her, you slowly sink into her body as you cum inside her burning, wet hole

    Ah....nhhhh....oh....oh Milky....

     

    >soaked in sweat, milk, and Milky's love juices, you fall to her side

    >Milky is almost helpless with pleasure and relief, and soon snuggles into your side, her eyes shut

    >You put an arm around her, smiling at how cute she looked in the state she was

    >soon, Milky is drifting off to sleep in your arms, but before she does....

     

    >"I love you Anon.....*snore*

    Love you too, Milky.