The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

The Human, The Fashionista, and The Milkmare

Chapter 6

A loud knocking at the front door woke us from our sleep. I found the milkmare having entangled me in her embrace, making it difficult for me to get up. It was still dark out, which made me wonder who would be knocking at the front door this time of night. I tried to remove her left foreleg from around me, but found it difficult to do so. The moon's light shining through the window illustrated a big smile on her face and I couldn't bring myself to disturb her slumber, so I continued to lay with her, though I was deeply annoyed at having my sleep interrupted.

Whomever it was knocking at the front door grew impatient and repeated their knocking, the sound loud enough to wake my lover.

"Who is it?" she asked, glancing at me.

"I don't know, Milky," I replied. "I suppose Lyra or Bon-Bon might answer it," I mused.

The rapping at the front door became even more insistent before somepony shouted out, "Open up! This is the police!"

"Ugh, I guess I've gotta get up and find out what they want," I grumbled as I disentangled myself from her embrace.

"Make it quick, Michael! I want to sleep next to you some more!" she cooed as I rose to my feet. I grinned at her before ducking under the doorframe and trudging to the front door. Lyra and Bon-Bon had been awoken, both of them rubbing sleep from their eyes.

"Ugh, Michael, find out what they want," Bon-Bon groaned, her mane quite disheveled as she tried to rub sleep from her eyes. I opened the front door to reveal a burly police stallion.

"May I help you, Mister Officer?" I asked.

"We need to ask you some questions -- down at the station. Come with us," he stated gruffly. I ducked under the front door and closed it behind me as I followed the stallion to the wagon, which was hitched to a couple of other ponies. "Inside, Michael," he instructed as he opened the door. I climbed in, but it was a tight fit for me and I was forced to bend over in a very uncomfortable position.

"I hope this doesn't take long," I said, a little trepidation coloring my words.

"Just routine," he replied tersely.

"So why drag me out of bed at 4 in the morning?" I asked. I got no response to my question as the officer sat across from me, seemingly stone-faced, or perhaps just as tired as I was. My back was beginning to cramp from being confined in the wagon and I tried to stretch out.

"Don't try to escape," he growled, glaring at me.

"My back is starting to ache and I need to stretch out," I responded flatly.

"You can do that when we get to the station."

The ride lasted another fifteen minutes before we finally came to a stop and a police pony opened the door for me. "Get out," the burly stallion nearly barked at me. I didn't have to be told twice, so I pushed myself out the back door and stood up, stretching my back out, causing it to pop loudly.

"Uhh, did that hurt?" he asked, astonished by my size.

"It hurt me more being cramped in that little wagon," I replied. "Let's get this over with, please -- I'm still quite tired and I'd like to get some more sleep."

"Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go," he stated, trotting ahead of me to show me which way to go. We entered the station and I followed him into a non-descript room. Another officer was already waiting for me, a stack of parchment on the table.

"I'm Officer Friendly, and I'll be asking you a few questions about Miss Rarity," he offered cheerfully.

"What's your name?" I asked the burly stallion.

"I'm Officer Brutality," he replied curtly, glaring at me again. In the light, I noticed the burly stallion was a deep brown earth pony, his mane a mix of grey and black, his eyes a steely grey. The officer pony seated at the table was a pale yellow unicorn stallion, his mane and tail a mix of orange and red. He smiled warmly at me.

"State your name for the record, please," he began. He readied an ink quill, his aura a pale yellow.

"My name is Michael Walker," I replied matter-of-factly.

"Where did you come from?"

"Planet Earth, United States of America, Chicago, Illinois." He tilted his head at me, giving me a very puzzled look.

"Where exactly is that? I've never heard of it."

"It's my homeworld, not Equis, or Equestria -- I woke up laying next to Rarity yesterday morning."

"Okay, I'll put down Ponyville, Carousel Boutique. So, how did you -- wait, you said -- you woke up laying next to her? How did you get in her bed? Did you break into her home?"

"I made a wish the night before last -- I mention my homeworld, because that's where I last laid down to sleep before finding myself magically transported to Rarity's bed -- Discord mentioned something about bringing me here." The officer's eyes went wide with fear.

"Discord? You -- you mean -- the real Discord?" he asked fearfully.

"Yeah, he showed up yesterday some time and admitted to bringing me over here -- said he wanted to have a little fun, but -- I'm not sure what he's up to," I replied.

"I thought he had been reformed!"

"Well, yeah, he says he was, but he still wants to have some fun."

A weird zipping noise was heard as the draconequus made his presence known. "Ah, Michael! You work fast!" he chuckled.

"What do you know about working fast?" I asked the chaos entity, glaring at him with my best annoyed look.

"Discord? What are you doing here?" asked the officer, aghast at the sudden arrival of said draconequus.

"You have Miss Rarity in your custody?" he asked as he narrowed his eyes at me before turning his attention to the stallion.

"She's under arrest for serial murder," the officer replied, though beads of sweat started to trickle down the sides of his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a nice mare, too! And yet she had to go and kill other ponies. I need to see her for a moment," Discord mused as he disappeared again. I was about to say something as I opened my mouth, but the draconequus returned with the fashionista in his arms before I could begin speaking. I was astonished by his swiftness. "What was that you were saying about me working fast earlier?" he grinned before noticing her missing horn. "You broke her horn off? For shame," he opined dismissively.

"She tried to kill me, Discord -- I had no choice," I stated, my words tinged with resentment. Without further ado, he waved his lion's paw over her head, restoring her horn.

"Oooh, I can feel it!" she cooed. Her gaze met mine for a moment and she growled at me. "Michael, you are sooooo dead when I get out of here! Who did you sleep with last night?"

"I don't have to answer that, Miss Rarity," I growled at her. "How many ponies have you killed? How many griffons?"

"I don't have to answer that, Michael, daaaaar-ling," she grinned at me.

"Actually, Rarity, you do," the officer stated. "We have proof you killed at least ten ponies and one griffon." The fashionista's eyes went wide with fear.

"Discord, darling, please help me," she whimpered.

"Oh, ho, ho, ho! This is rich! The bearer of the Element of Generosity asking ME for help! And after what you and your friends did to me! I might just as well tell you to go straight to Tartarus!"

"Please! I don't want to die!" she wailed, eliciting boisterous laughter from the chaos entity.

"You should have thought about that before you decided to start killing ponies!" he chuckled. "I should very well take you to meet Celestia herself -- I'm sure she'd have some choice words for you, 'Lady of Generosity,'" he added, still chuckling loudly. "But I can't do that -- justice must be served, after all."

"Then -- why did you give me back my horn?"

"I guess that must have been an oversight on my part. I'll be taking it back now," he replied, waving his lion's paw at her again, causing her horn to disappear. "Please see to it that she is given the maximum penalty for her crimes," he said as he addressed the yellow stallion.

"NOOOOOO!!" she wailed before Discord teleported the fashionista and himself away.

"Does that answer any of your questions? Can I go back to sleep now?" I asked grumpily.

"Sorry to have troubled you, Michael. Officer Brutality, please escort Michael back to Bon-Bon's residence. Michael, if we have any further questions, we'll be sure to treat you a little more respectfully."

"This way, please," the burly brown stallion instructed. I was led back to the wagon and taken back to Bon-Bon's house. Again I was forced to stretch out but my joints did not pop or crack. I trudged back to the front door and turned the handle, noting that the door was locked. I knocked on the door three times in the fashion Milky Way had yesterday.

"Oh, hey, Michael. Back already? Did they hurt you?" asked Lyra.

"Naah, but they annoyed me. I need some more sleep," I yawned as I made my way to the room I shared with the milkmare. Upon opening the door, I saw her sprawled out on the bed, snoring loudly, her teats and marehood fully exposed, her mane and tail disheveled. I crawled into the bed with her and turned her over, snuggling her body against mine and cooing softly in her ear. She smiled and turned over to face me and wrapped her legs around my mid-section. I hugged her close to me as I drifted off to sleep again, but not before fitting the palm of my right hand over the curve of her hindquarters. She cooed softly and nuzzled my chest, a big smile on her face.

We slept for another few hours before the milkmare nudged me gently. "Mmmh, Michael -- I need you to milk me again," she said softly.

"Mmmh, just five more minutes," I mumbled as I turned over. She nudged me a little more forcefully and reiterated her earlier request, then turned me over to face her. A look of near desperation was one her face.

"Michael, please! I'm about to burst here!" she pleaded. I rousted myself to look at her teats, which hung heavily on her lower belly. Her milk was beginning to seep from the nipples at this point.

"Mmmh, sorry about that, Milky Way -- I'll get right on it!" I chuckled as I kneeled on the floor and took her right teat in my hands and began suckling on it.

"Ummm, Michael, ummm -- could you, uhh, do it like we did it yesterday?" she asked, a soft smile on her face, though a light blush colored her cheeks.

"Mmmh, you like it that way, huh? Okay, I'll do it like that for you," I answered, a soft chuckle finishing my statement as I laid on the floor on my back. She squeed very softly and trotted over to me, straddling my head with her hind legs, her teats dangling beside my head. I took the one to my right and resumed milking her, the taste of her milk seeming even sweeter than yesterday. She cooed and moaned as I milked her -- I could not help but be aroused by the erotic sounds coming out of her mouth and the sensation of the softness of her teats as I gently caressed them to coax the milk out.

"Ooooh, Michael, nopony knows how to do it like you!" she giggled before moaning in pleasure again. "When will we get to boku-maru again? I really liked that!"

"I think we should wait until tonight to do that -- I felt very relaxed after we did that last night," I replied between slurps of her milk. I alternated between her teats and drank my fill, but noticed Lyra peeking from behind the door. Bon-Bon opened the door to watch us.

"Um, cousin, I thought you didn't want anypony sampling directly from you," she mused.

"Oh, Bon-Bon, he -- he's the first to treat me right! I -- I want to -- I love him!" she exclaimed joyfully, a big smile on her face. "Mmmmh, Michael! Are you finished?"

I slid out from under her and put my glans back in my briefs. Apparently, my lover had taken to sucking on it the same way I suckled her teats, and seemed to enjoy doing that. I grinned sheepishly at our hostess. "Yeah, Milky, I guess I am," I replied as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

"I wonder what that feels like," Bon-Bon mused as she blushed upon seeing my manhood.

"Well, I'd be tempted to let him do that for you, cousin -- but -- I want him all to myself!" the milkmare giggled.

"What's this I hear about boku-maru?" asked Lyra.

"Perhaps experiencing it can tell you more about it than mere words," I stated. "Bon-Bon, lay on the floor on your back, please. You too, Lyra. Both of you should put your hind hooves together."

The two mares followed my directions, though they expressed a curiosity about their initial placement. As they touched their hind hooves together, both of them smiled broadly as the chi began to flow between them. As the sensation intensified, they began moaning and clenched their eyes shut. Amazingly, neither one tried to force the flow of energy as they began panting and gasping for breath. It wasn't until their bodies shook and shuddered that they lost physical contact and the flow of energy stopped. Both of them grinned at each other.

"Mmmmh, Lyra, that was good!" Bon-Bon noted happily.

"Bon-Bon! I've never felt anything like that! Let's do it again!"

The two of them repeated the process, but this time the energy didn't seem to flow for them. Bon-Bon looked up at me quizzically.

"Michael? Why isn't it working this time?" she asked.

"I probably should have warned you about that -- boku-maru is supposed to be done sparingly, like, perhaps, once per day. Any more than that and the feeling is weakened, perhaps because the two of you wanted to feel the intensity of the flow of energy. You cannot force the flow, it has to happen by itself. Anticipating it weakens it, so you have to begin in a relaxed state."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for showing us how to do that!" Lyra giggled. "I wonder what it would feel like if I did that with a human," she mused.

"Um, Lyra, he's my human -- you have my cousin, remember? Michael, what are we doing today?"

"I was going to suggest we wait to see if the police needed me for anything else -- other than that, I was going to suggest we head over to the library to see if Twilight has contacted Princess Celestia yet -- Rarity was one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, and without her, they're missing an element bearer. I'm curious to see how Celestia deals with the fact that one of her element bearers is a serial murderer," I mused. I was shaken out of my reverie by another knocking at the front door.

"I'll get it," Bon-Bon said as she trotted to open it. Standing at the front door was the Solar Princess herself.

"I was told Michael Walker was here," she stated. I heard her voice from the other room, so I got up and walked to the main entry. Bon-Bon had let the alicorn in, who seemed to glower at me when she saw me. "You are Michael Walker, I presume?"

I bowed before her. "Yes, your Majesty, I am. How may I help you?"

"I discovered earlier this morning that Rarity had tried to kill you. I need for you to answer some questions for me -- normally, under such circumstances I would perform a mind delve, but the resulting trauma of performing it on a human might cause too much damage to your mind. I will need you to answer my questions with complete honesty."

"Yes, your Majesty -- I apologize for causing such a disturbance," I stated as I bowed again.

"There is no need for you to apologize, Michael -- in truth, you have done the right thing. Had you not informed the police when you did, there is uncertainty with regard to how many more ponies might have fallen to her blades. How did you discover this fact?"

"I am not sure if you have already talked to Miss Rarity or Miss Twilight yet, but what I can say is this -- Miss Rarity tried to lead me into her basement, for reasons unknown -- but what I saw down there curled my stomach."

"I have seen this with my own eyes, Michael -- the grisly remains of more than ten ponies attest to her butchery -- I am sorry you were forced to endure such a nightmare. But I must know something else -- how did you get here?"

"Perhaps Miss Rarity or Miss Twilight might have told you I made a wish to wake up laying next to Twilight, but ended up in Rarity's bed instead. I am in need of clothing, and Miss Rarity had attempted to craft some for me, but certain events took place which interrupted her work. I still only have my skivvies to walk around in," I stated, pulling the waistband out and letting it snap against my lower abdomen to illustrate my point. The alicorn gazed at me, her eyes half-lidded as she ogled my midsection. "Your Majesty, my eyes are up here -- I don't think Mister Happy is willing to talk just yet," I chuckled. She blushed as she returned her gaze to meet mine, a wry smile playing on her lips.

"I took the liberty of examining the contents of Rarity's boutique -- I found some oddly-shaped clothing and confiscated it," she stated, producing the items for me. I grimaced upon seeing them.

"I would suggest she was trying to embarrass or humiliate me with those colors -- I told her that black, purple, red, and blue are colors I favor, as well as silver and gold. I also stated I desired pants crafted of a synthetic fiber called polyester."

"I have never heard of such a thing -- perhaps a mind delve is needed to determine everything I need to know about you," she mused.

"Is that strictly necessary, your Majesty?" I asked fearfully, contemplating the possibility of losing all cognitive function.

"It's the only way to be sure, Michael," she replied softly. She trotted slowly over to me and wrapped a wing around my shoulders. "I'll be gentle with you and try my best not to hurt you."

"Miss Milky Way, may I have a hug from you before she does this to me?" I asked the milkmare. "Your Majesty, I have heard stories about the possible effects of a mind delve."

The yellow mare trotted over to me, a look of concern on her face. I kneeled in front of her and placed her forelegs on my shoulders, then wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close to me. She clamped her forelegs around my back and squeezed me as tightly as she could. I gave her a short kiss on her lips and whispered, "I love you," to her before releasing her. A single tear trickled down her right cheek as she returned my statement just as softly as I had said it to her.

"You have found your true love already? I am quite impressed, Michael," the alicorn smiled. Milky Way and I both blushed, though I bowed to her.

"Thank you, your Majesty," I offered reverently.

"Michael, I shall try to make this as painless as possible -- you might feel a little pressure, though," she stated softly. "Milky Way, I shall need you to clear some space -- he might lose control of his body when I do this."

"Yes, your Highness," she said as she climbed off me. "Good luck, Michael," she offered as she locked her eyes with mine. "Be strong for me."

"Michael, have you had anything to eat since you've been here?" asked Celestia.

"Other than milk from my love, no, your Majesty," I replied. She gave me a sly grin before nodding her head.

"That's good. This process may cause you some nausea and other discomfort." She lit her horn a brilliant gold color and enveloped my head in it. My vision went blurry, with everything taking on a soft golden hue to it. I felt her presence in my mind as she began her search. She went through my long-term memories, looking at events which happened when I was a child. She sympathized with me regarding the bullying I was forced to endure and the seemingly arbitrary punishments meted out by my parents. She noted a great many things about my schooling, noticing my language didn't match.

"Your language is most interesting," she mused as she continued looking through my mind. I blushed in embarrassment as she nickered at some of the things I did as a teenager. She examined my military history and expressed disappointment at seeing the mistakes I made there. She proceeded to examine the next 30 years of my life very swiftly, noticing that it was highly repetitive, with the exception of my marriage to Brenda.

She continued through my memories, noticing the harsh treatment I received from my wife, no matter how hard I tried to please her. She moved forward through my memories and saw other facets of my psyche, which intrigued and fascinated her. She found my most recent memories and examined those as well. She finished her mind delve and exited, releasing me from the spell. I exhaled in relief.

"So, you never divorced her and wished to come here -- I sympathize with your plight, but I cannot grant you a divorce. If it is your choice to stay with Miss Milky Way, you have my blessing. If you wish to marry her, I will grant you that desire as well."

"Thank you, your Majesty," I stated reverently and bowed to her again.

"I must ask you about boku-maru, though -- I would like to experience it myself," she mused.

"What, you want me to boku-maru>with you?" I asked, almost incredulously.

"Yes, of course, Michael," she chuckled. "I've never done that with a human before."

"Have you ever done that at all?" I asked.

"Truthfully, no, Michael -- I've never even heard of it until just now."

"As you have performed a mind delve on me, then you may have noticed how I reacted to it -- I must admit, I'm quite curious to see your reaction to it, though there's a possibility that if either of us is anticipating the sensation, it may not work. Milky Way, would you be kind enough to indulge me?"

The mare gave me a puzzled look. "You want to boku-maru with Princess Celestia? I -- um, I would rather you not do that, Michael -- but -- since she's the Princess, I guess I can't really say no, can I?"

"Well -- you could say no, my little pony -- but I would beg of you this indulgence, just once if you please," the alicorn offered softly, a demure smile on her face.

"Mmmmmh, all right, go ahead. Michael, please try not to enjoy it too much," the milkmare requested, though her words were tinged with a little unhappiness.

The alicorn laid on her back on the floor, almost eagerly anticipating the result. I laid on the floor at that point, though not before I had stolen a glance or two at the alicorn's underside. She flashed me a sly grin when she made eye contact with me and I blanched for a second as I extended my legs, my feet lightly touching against her hind hooves. The soft flow of energy trickled between us, but I was astonished when the alicorn used her magic to intensify the sensation.

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's a very good idea to use your magic to enhance the flow of energy -- something bad might happen," I opined almost fearfully. The flow of energy became very strong, causing me to break contact with her.

"Michael, why did you do that?" she asked, her words reeking of disappointment.

"I tried to tell you -- I don't know what it felt like for you, but for me, it felt like my feet were on fire -- it hurt me a little," I replied, giving her an almost baleful look.

"You have my apologies, Michael -- perhaps my magic is too strong."

"Perhaps you should try that with another alicorn instead of a weak mortal like myself," I suggested. She flashed me another wicked grin before teleporting away.

"Michael, was it really as painful as you said it was?" Milky Way asked as she came over to me to inspect my feet. Noticing they were slightly singed, she licked them with her tongue.

"GAAAAH! Milky Way! That tickles! Hee, hee, hee!" I giggled, causing her to giggle in response and lick them even more passionately.

"Gotta make sure they're clean, Michael," she opined cheerfully. "But I would like to know who else you've boku-marued with," she asked as lightly caressed my left foot.

"Um, I think she calls herself, 'the Great and Powerful' Trixie," I replied. Milky Way's expression darkened at me. "That was still yesterday, before I met you -- look, I haven't done it with anypony else, and I promise you this: I will not boku-maru with anypony other than you for as long as we love each other," I stated firmly as I gazed into her eyes again, holding her head firmly in my hands.

"Mmmh, you're so strong," she commented. "Please, Michael, don't do it with anypony else, for my sake -- you'd break my heart if you did."

"You have my word, my love," I cooed softly to her. My stomach rumbled at this point, breaking the delicate moment. "Um, sorry about that, my love -- I guess I need some more milk."

"Michael! You're terrible!" she giggled. "If you want more milk, all you have to do is ask!"

"My love, may I have more of your milk? It tastes like ice cream some times," I noted. Lyra and Bon-Bon had already gone to the kitchen as Milky Way and I returned to our room. Once again, I laid on the floor as the milkmare giggled and stood in her usual position. I continued to be amazed by the fact that each time I milked her like this, she would suck my dick and bring me to climax. I was also impressed that I would succeed in bringing her to climax by milking her in this fashion.

"Is your -- thing -- getting longer? I don't remember it being this long," she commented.

"I dunno, Milky -- let me check it out," I replied as I stroked it with my right hand. I was shocked by the fact that when erect, it was now about twice its original fully erect length. "Hmm, ten inches long? Interesting," I chuckled.

"How do you know it's that long?" she asked. I spread out my right hand, holding my thumb against the base and the span along the length of my member. The tip of my pinkie finger didn't quite reach the tip of my member.

"My hand span is slightly more than nine inches -- and as you can see, my penis is now longer than the length of my hand span," I commented. "It was never this long in the past -- must be your milk, or something," I mused.

"Mmmmh, Michael, you wanna slip it into my pussy again?" she giggled.

"Hmm, I guess -- oh, that's right -- it wasn't this long when we had sex last night, was it?" I asked, giving her a wicked grin. "If it gets too much longer, it might hurt you -- your pussy is really tight."

Without answering me, she turned her back to me and raised her tail, wiggling her hips provocatively, spreading her haunches and showing me her dripping wet slit. I was staring at her teats as well as her pussy as I crept forward on my knees and put my hands on her hocks, sliding them up and down.

"Mmmmh, yes! I knew you'd want to!" she giggled as she backed her hips into my lower abdomen. I ran my right hand up and down the length of her outer labia, feeling the softness and wetness of her pussy lips. I put the tip of my glans against them and slid it in slowly. Her muscles contracted around it in rippling waves as I sensed just how tight her love tunnel was -- it felt even tighter now than it did last night as I pushed a little further, then felt a strong resistance as I was about two-thirds the way in.

"Miss Milky Way, I think you might still be a virgin," I mused softly.

"But -- but -- we just had sex last night! How can you say that?" she asked in shock.

"Because my dick wasn't long enough to push through your hymen," I replied. "This -- this might hurt a little," I warned. I pulled back a little further to ready myself as I felt the mare clench her muscles tightly. My glans slid out of her pussy with a wet popping sound.

"Mmmh, was that it?" she asked.

"No, my love -- you pushed it out with your muscles," I replied. "I'm amazed -- I didn't know you could do that," I said. I looked down at my rock-hard glans and noticed the tip had flared out a little, causing me to raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Since when have I had a flared tip to my dick?" I asked rhetorically.

"Don't be silly! All stallions have flared tips to their, uhh, things," she giggled.

"Mine's never had a flared tip to it, Milky," I stated, surprise evident in my tone.

"Come on and fuck me, Michael! Don't worry about it!"

I shrugged my shoulders and placed the flared end of my dick to her pussy lips and slid it in. It seemed like a natural fit as I slid in further, then pushed through the resistance.

"OWWWWW!!" she cried out in pain. I panicked a little and pulled out of her, my glans showing a little bit of her bright red blood. My heart sank a little as I saw her turn around and blanch upon seeing it, which caused her to faint immediately. Lyra and Bon-Bon galloped as fast as they could to the room and growled at me when they saw me trying to revive the milkmare laying on the floor.

"Get out of my house!" Bon-Bon barked at me, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Please let me wash it off," I pleaded weakly. Milky Way recovered and woke up, tears trickling from her eyes.

"Michael, why did you do that to me?" she asked.

"I told you you were still a virgin, my love -- I tried to warn you that it would hurt a little."

"It hurt a LOT!" she nearly wailed, a very hurt tone to her voice.

"I'm sorry," I uttered as I tried to embrace her in an attempt to comfort her. I was pulled away by her cousin quite forcefully.

"I thought I told you to GET OUT!" Bon-Bon shouted at me. "Cousin, leave him be -- he doesn't deserve you."

"Jeez, Michael, how long is your dick?" asked Lyra as she stared at it dumbly. "I don't think I've ever seen a stallion with a dick that long!"

"Don't tell me you wanna feel what it would be like," I muttered. She nodded her head, a dumb grin on her face.

"Michael! Please! Think about me! You -- you want to -- no, Michael, please don't -- you'd break my heart!" the milkmare exclaimed, her words tinged with deep sadness. She trotted up to me slowly and embraced me again, gazing into my eyes. "Michael, I need you to be with me, please."

"My love, I don't want to leave you -- and I'm deeply sorry for hurting you. Are you still in pain?" I asked.

"No, Michael -- the pain is gone, I feel okay. Cousin, thanks for looking out for me, but I can take care of myself. If you want me to go, I will -- but I want Michael to come with me!"

"Sorry about that, Michael. Bathroom is on the left if you wanna wash off," Bon-Bon offered, her head and ears lowered.

"Thanks, Bon-Bon -- I'm sorry if I scared you earlier. I promise to treat your cousin with respect," I stated as I rose to my feet and trudged to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the tub and rinsed off my dick, putting it back into my briefs. I turned off the water and went back into our room, noticing the milkmare having climbed back into the bed. I laid down next to her and cradled her in my arms again, cooing softly into her ear. She responded by smiling at me again and wrapping her legs around me, hugging me tightly and kissing me lightly on my lips.