“Alright, Buster, quit your wiggling around and get in there,” Copper grunted, rearing back and shoving the man into the cell.
Wincing, Anon stumbled forward and glared over his shoulder. “This is bullshit! I didn’t even do anything!!!”
“Hmmph,” the mare huffed, peering at him over the rim of her shades. “Spitting on the sidewalk, jaywalking, littering - yeah, you didn’t do anything…”
Wheeling around to face her, with his hands behind his back, the man grimaced. “Can you at least take the cuffs off?”
“Maybe,” she began, eyeing him from top to bottom.
Truth be told, Copper didn’t have a legitimate reason to lock the man in shackles and drag him off to the pokey. Anon simply had a number of traits which, given the circumstances, would be profoundly useful and nabbing him wouldn’t raise many questions. He was an outlier, any bizarre tales he spun would be dubious at best, and he was supposedly from some weird planet called Earth. Alien origins aside, he had something ponies lacked - a pair of dexterous hands.
Under normal circumstances, she would have never been brazen enough to lock up and charge anypony on a bunch of racked up charges, but the circumstances were far from normal. The evening prior, while attending a bachelorette party, she’d unfortunately drawn the short straw in a game of potion roulette. At the time, when the cider and spirits had been flowing, it seemed like a good idea - now, having woken up that morning to a monstrous hangover and the elixir’s temporary effects, she wished she’d had better judgement.
The concoction she’d downed had adorned her with a pair of positively titanic bosoms. Her once modest teats had ballooned out to an almost comedic size, leaving her in quite the pickle. She’d resorted to borrowing a brassiere from Mrs. Cake and even that was only barely enough to contain her massive mammaries. Besides the fact that she’d be stuck lugging around her enormous honkers for a day or two, there was another, far more troubling issue.
Not long after awakening, she’d discovered that her tits weren’t just large, they were extraordinarily productive. Throughout the first few hours of the day, the sensitivity of her breasts gradually increased until, much to her horror, they reached a breaking point. Upon stepping into Sugarcube Corner, her perky nipples had inadvertently rubbed against the single step into the building and - well - she sprang a rather noticeable leak.
Lactating at the slightest stimulation and having to heave around a pair of colossal knockers was less than ideal - still, Copper had a job to do and she’d be damned if she was going to forsake the residents of Ponyville over the inconvenience. After acquiring a reinforced bra from Mrs. Cake and adorning herself with the article, she went about her day as best she could - at least she had, until it proved too much to bear. Not two hours into her shift had passed until milky wet patches had begun to appear on her swollen abdomen.
Her back ached, she was quickly getting fatigued, and she’d started noticing the spectacle she was making of herself - as such, she needed to get out of the public eye to relieve some pressure. Ordinarily, ponies would take note of her absence from her normal patrol, although a small bit of serendipity just so happened to cross her path. Spotting Anon commit a number of paltry and easily excusable infractions, she practically jumped at the chance to extricate herself from the open streets.
With an expertise gained from years of experience, heedless of the wobbling bosoms beneath her, she swiftly apprehended the bipedal perpetrator and hauled him into the station. It was a bit underhoofed to detain an otherwise stellar citizen, yet she had little choice; if she didn’t get some relief and privacy, her situation was only get worse. Since she had no intention of formally charging him with anything, seeing as he hadn’t done anything wrong, she wasn’t too concerned with the questionable misuse of discretion - besides, she felt pretty sure he wouldn’t mind the plea deal she was going to offer him.
Clearing her throat and stepping into the doorway, barring the man’s exit, she coolly straightened her tie. “I’m willing to let you off the hook, this time, if you cooperate.”
Squinting down at her, Anon knit his brow. “Cooperate how…?”
“Well,” Copper began, kicking back and slamming the cell door closed behind herself, “considering this is your first offence, how about some community service.” With monumental effort, she climbed onto the room’s lone bench, seated herself, and splayed her legs. As her thighs parted, her twin behemoth bosoms obscenely flopped over the platform and onto full display.
“You - Uh - want me to…?” he let the question hang, trying and failing not to eye the gargantuan tits struggling against their confines.
“Look, I’ll make it simple,” she sighed. “You help ease the pressure and I’ll ignore what happened earlier. Don’t get me wrong, if you breathe a word of this to anypony, I’ll have you thrown in the slammer in a heartbeat, but I figured you wouldn’t mind helping a mare out.”
Anon paused, his eyes wandering over her expansive bust and up to her face, before he tilting his head. “So you want me to milk you?”
Rolling her head back, Copper clenched her jaw. She’d heard the man was thick, but she didn’t know he was that dense. “Yes, alright? Just ease the pressure and you’ll be free to go,” she groused. “Now come here, turn around, and let me get those cuffs off you.”
Wrinkling his nose, Anon did as asked. Wheeling around and taking three steps backward, he lifted his arms as much as he could and presented his shackled wrists. With a metallic Click, the irons came free. Sighing contentedly, while he stretched his arms, he peered over his shoulder at her.
The look he gave her was hard to read, but that wasn’t what had her concerned. Facing away from her, he moved one of his hands towards his waist and out of sight. It wasn’t like she’d patted him down or anything, so she had no way of knowing what he may have had stored in his pants.
“Just don’t try anything…” she trailed off, as he steadily rotated in place. It only took her a second to realize what he’d been doing, spying his hand fishing into the front of his pants.
As he retrieved his semi-rigid length from his slacks, her eyes widened. She wasn’t really surprised that he was a bit worked up, seeing as how he’d essentially been hamstrung into a borderline act of prostitution, yet that wasn’t what held her attention - he was pretty well hung, even compared to a stallion. Reaching behind herself and averting her gaze, in case she get caught staring, she undid the struggling clasp of her brassiere.
No sooner had the metal clip come undone than her udder-like rack sprang fully free. Drooping over the side of the bench, while the bra drifted to the cold concrete below, her knockers were left on full display. Covered in her cream colored coat, save for her dark, moistened nipples, they easily surpassed even the bustiest of ponies - well, maybe with the exception of Milky Way. Liberated from her constricting confines, she sighed and sheepishly smiled over at her ad hoc assistant.
“Whenever you’re ready, Champ. These puppies are just begging for some attention,” she snickered, playfully wiggling her hips from side to side.
With his manhood standing proudly at his groin, Anon knelt before her and brought his face closer to her breasts; each was as big or possibly bigger than his head. While Copper couldn’t say how large human mammaries were, judging from his unabashed interest, she had to guess hers were on the larger side of what he was used to. Fighting back a grin, seeing him grasp his hardening length, she reclined and got comfortable.
Not only was it the first time in hours that she’d gotten a chance to take a load off, but the removal of the stifling garment was a massive relief. Closing her eyes, feeling his hot breath on her right teat, she shivered. Hoping to feel his hands upon her, the seconds dragged on for a small eternity until, eventually, her impatience with him won out.
“Are you gonna - Mmmmmph,” she whimpered, as something warm and hot latched to her breast.
Craning her head and peering down at the man, she scrunched her snout. She hadn’t intended for him to use his lips - then again, she hadn’t expressly said that he couldn’t either. Peeking up at her, forming a seal around her nipple, the man gently began to suckle. The sensation sent a bolt of pleasure through her and nearly caused her to gasp, yet she somehow managed to remain composed.
“Try not to make a m...mess,” she halfheartedly muttered, turning her head and looking away.
Copper couldn’t count how many times her teats had been played with over the years, but this was different. It was almost as if the little nubs of flesh had grown exponentially more sensitive, after they’d nearly tripled in size. Beyond feeling sinfully pleasant, the sensation of feeling the milk drain from her added an entirely new element to the situation.
Biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut, she prayed the man was focused on her rack. If he looked up and saw the barely concealed bliss on her face, she’d probably die of embarrassment - even still, that wasn’t her only concern. Her marehood, neglected beneath her immense bust, slickened and winked excitedly.
The longer she sat there, having the man drink down her rich, creamy dairy, the harder it became to remain still. Her pulse quickened, beads of sweat formed on her brow, and her loins practically drooled in anticipation; honestly, it was tantamount to torture. Only after the man finally switched to her other tit did she summon the courage to look down at him - she immediately regretted it.
Openly stroking himself off, as he nursed up the undrained bosom, he must have noticed her shift. Glancing up at her, their eyes met and he slowed. A heavy silence hung in the air, while they stared at one another, until the man eventually lifted his free hand, reached up, and clamped his thumb and forefinger around her abandoned breast.
If having one nipple teased was bad, having both taunted was blissfully excruciating. Despite herself, a guttural moan escaped her. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to make such an unbecoming noise, yet the overwhelming and wholly unexpected pleasure had caught her off guard. Her hips bucked reflexively, as her treacherous body pined for more.
Apparently pleased with her reaction, Anon set upon her with renewed vigor. Suckling her one teat, while twisting and pulling the other, he elicited a stifled whimper from the mare. She told herself that it was for the best, that she’d be able to endure the rest of the day once he’d milked her dry, though the thought swiftly became little more than a cover for her growing carnal desires.
With glacial speed, Copper adjusted herself and moved a forehoof towards her crotch. She didn’t dare look at Anon, lest she push her luck, but she needed to address the growing ache at her nethers. Thankfully, she didn’t need her eyes to find her marehood - at least, that’s what she’d thought. As her hoof bumped against the soft, warm mound of her breast meat, her plans came undone.
The accused bust of her had blocked access to her groin! There was a slim chance that she could contort herself to successfully reach her marehood, yet that would take time and require a bit of trial and error. It was just another reminder of how badly her day had gone off the rails and she was none too pleased about it. Fortunately, as fate would have it, her distress didn’t go unnoticed.
Relinquishing her teat, Anon’s hand sank lower. Copper immediately figured out what he was up to, yet she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. Having him take the initiative was ideal, in a sense, because it would give her some plausible deniability should they get caught. His fingers sank into her thigh, her voice hitched in her throat, and his thumb pressed against her engorged clit, before her composure finally broke.
Thrusting into his palm, silently pleading for his touch, she peered longingly down at the man. More than happy to oblige, he put his hand to work. Applying vacuum to her breast and toying with the marehood, Anon shamelessly got himself off throughout the encounter. Frankly, Copper couldn’t care less - if he was willing to help her scratch an itch, he was more than allowed to crank one out.
Copper shivered, her hind legs trembling, as she braced herself against the wall. Without having been asked, the man was tending to her every need. Immeasurably grateful, she ground her snatch against his hand. His ministrations were perfect, rivalling anything a stallion could do, leaving her in a haze of sinful rapture.
“D...don’t stop,” she quietly urged, hearing him grunt around her nipple.
She couldn’t care less if he blew a load, so long as she could achieve release. What had started as a foolish and foolhardy quest to ease the strain on her lower back and relieve the pressure in her udders had become something more. She wanted - no, needed this. Rocking her waist forward and back, feeling herself reaching her limit, she crept ever closer to the edge.
Copper was so focused on her breasts and clit that she failed to notice Anon’s hand moving. It was only when two of his fingers plunged into her slavering marehood, expertly contorting to stroke her g-spot that she realized what was happening. The massaging and grinding against the erogenous zone struck her with a one-two punch of surprise and immutable pleasure, casting her into a tumultuous sea of ecstasy.
Only just keeping herself from crying out, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her hooves curled, her back arched, and climactic nectar gushed from her sex. Wave after wave of raw, cathartic pleasure washed over her, bringing with it a sublime euphoria and an undeniable satisfaction. As her exhilaration began to ebb, replaced by the warm, lightheaded feeling of a damn good orgasm, she peeked down at her partner.
Panting, rearing back and parting from her bust, he weakly chuckled. “I think we’re going to need a mop.”
“There’s a janitor’s cart in the closet,” she murmured, nodding towards the hallway. “Help me get my bra on and then you can help me clean up.”
Anon nodded, grabbing her discarded brassiere. Carefully stuffing her tits into the article, he leaned forward to fasten the piece around the small of her back. “You know,” he snickered, his face smashed into her cleavage, “if you need an assistant around the station, I might be able to help out with that.”
“I…” Copper began, mulling her options carefully. While she had no plans to reenact the morning, his offer was interesting nonetheless - sure, part of the appeal may have been due to the mental fog of having just cum, but his unique skills may have future use. “We can talk about it later, after we tidy up and get some coffee…”
