Squeeze

"Oh great.... Joel?!" Milky cried, causing me to shoot upright in my chair. "Joel, I need your help!" She yelled, her soft voice seeking me through the halls. "Joel? You there?" Her voice was soft, but with the slightest hint of a mixed British accent. "Joel...I need your help, soon."

I let out a soft sigh and stopped with my model. "Sure, on ma way." I said, my accent bothering even myself. "Friggin...Scotch Canadian...." I hissed to myself, cursing my own voice. "Bloody...ya sound so British, ooo." I grunted angrily as I cornered the hall, spotting my house mate standing with a hoof on her stomach. "You al- oh god!" I felt my spine snap straight as I spotted something bleeding through her bra. "Are you alright!?"

Milky looked down under her legs. "I'm fine...just, Joel...I need your help."

I covered my mouth, breathing into my fingers to try and warm up. "Um...alright, with what?"

Milky rolled her eyes, the beautiful green orbs bright and strong. "I think you can figure it you."

I leaned my arms back, slapping them together, "You're lactating, aren't you?"

"I am." She answered, nodding sternly. "And my pump is in the shop. So...I mean, I understand if you don't want to, but it's rather dire." She ran her hoof over her chest. "Joel...I need ya here."

I coughed into my fist. "Uh, Milky...isn't this- aren't you dating someone?"

Milky let out a strong sigh. "Axel? He was nice and all, but he's a griffon, and he's not really the settling down type. Fun while it lasted, but--"

"I meant about the milking." I clarified, rubbing the back of my neck. I snuck my hands into my collar, the cold starting to bite. "Couldn't he do it still?"

"No!" She yelped, going bolt stiff, "No...his talons aren't.... Just no, Joel. Like getting fondled by a cactus."

I clutched my chest, "Jesus, that bad?"

Milky frowned hard. "I know it sounds harsh, and it's nothing against him, but griffon talons are sharp!" Milky sat down, her hooves clicking against the ground. "Look, I can find someone else to do it, I just thought you could help a friend out."

I took a deep breath. "Um, about that." I leaned back on my heels. "I was thinking, did you...would you, let me take you out some time? Like, dinner or something." I looked back towards the window, looking out into the soft winter wilderness that separated us from Vanhoover. "Nothing too big."

Milky looked up at me, her nipples bleeding through her bra. "Is now the best time?"

I stretched my arms. "I suppose not. But I meant what I said, I'd like to take you out some time."

Milky smiled softly at me. "That's sweet and all, but you're gonna have to wait. I just bought something for this heat, and I'd like to, try it out." She said, popping air quotes with her hooves. "Nice little number from some Canterlot company. Girls gotta take care of things themselves."

I coughed softly, "Aye, I suppose. Just that we've been living together for a while--"

"A few months, yeah?"

"Aye." I stated, stretching my leg. "But we never really talk. I'm either at work, or you're in town. Ya seem sweet and I'd like to actually sit down and talk with you for fun."

Milky looked up at me with a smile. "That really is sweet, but again, not really the time." She leaned back on her haunches and poked her breasts, "Maybe we sort this out, then we talk about a date."

I felt my cheeks burn as I cracked a smile. "Well...it's a bit like a date if I'm gonna be touching ya."

Milky looked at me with a mild glare. "Joel, seriously, this is just to help me not explode." She looked down at her breasts. "You have no idea how much they ache, and my back is just killing me. That's half the reason you never see me, I'm usually getting my back worked on."

I tapped my toes on the floor. "Well, maybe this weekend we can go and find you a better bra, something to--"

Milky held her hooves up. "Whoa whoa whoa, better bra? There are more than just a bra?"

I stared at her, my stomach still as could be. "Milky...there are tons of bras. You probably need a tighter fit, to help reign those bastards in.... Sorry, didn't mean to say bastards, but they are some monsters."

Milky frowned hard, her hooves resting against her breasts. "I know...they're so heavy, every time I try to walk it's like one and a half stone resting on my spine."

I covered my mouth, my finger resting against my nose. "...That's like, nine kilograms! Holy hell in a hand basket, that's nuts."

"You're telling me! But...you- there's different bras?"

I nodded, "You probably need a sports bra or something. Something to suck those bastards in!" I pressed on my pecs. "Uh shite, sorry, said bastard again. Uhh--"

"It's fine, not as bad as some of you." She laughed, her breasts jiggling in the supportive bra. "Humans are weird, either you swear a lot, or you're afraid to swear. I think you're somewhere in between."

I shrugged. "I'll knock a tooth out if someone starts spouting off, but it's not good etiquette to swear in front of a lady."

Milky laughed softly, "I'm a lady now? I don't think I've ever been called a lady by someone I knew."

I smiled, "Would you prefer something else? I'll leave it up to you."

Milky frowned roughly, looking down at her breasts without moving her head. "Well, right now I'd prefer if you just called me by my name. And maybe you could get a bucket or...something, I guess we could do this in the tub."

I chuckled, "Um, yeah. I'm not a dairy farmer, I don't--"

"I'll show you what to do, but it works better with a unicorn or a human. Can't really get the tugging motion without digits."

I locked up, "Milky...maybe you want someone else to do this. I've got an erection already, and it's just going to get worse." I stuffed my hands in my pockets, "And my hands are cold."

Milky smiled softly, "Joel, I'm asking you as a friend. I'll ignore it best I can, if you're getting excited you can step out, but I need you to try. It really hurts, and I'd appreciate the help."

I looked up, letting out an angry snarl. "I'm really not comfortable with this. But damn, you're good at guilting people." I clenched my teeth, exaggerating my already thick accent. "The shite I put up with, I swear."

Milky cocked her head, still wearing a smile. "So you're going to help?"

"In the tub, I'll sit on the outside and run some water to keep you warm." I walked past her, getting behind her and lifting her backside up. "Jesus, your arse really is heavy."

Milky stretched her back legs. "I know. I was actually thinking about getting them reduced--"

"Don't--don't do that." I felt my cheeks start to burn. "Crime against nature that would be." I walked down the halls, towards our bathroom. "Bloody...absolute travesty, takin' those blessed things to get shrunk."

Milky lumbered after me. "Hmm? I can barely understand you some times."

I shook my head. "The accent right? It's like I'm breathing through my teeth all the time, soft vowels and all that." I turned towards the bathroom, pulling up my sleeves as I walked. "I blame my father. That's a man you really couldn't understand. Oi, fookin put that shite down ya little bashturd!" I huffed angrily, "Bitter old man...but, he lightened up in the end. I turned and started walking backwards, "Milky, what about you?"

Milky's hooves clopped loudly against the wood floor. "What about me?"

I rolled my neck. "Your accent, you said you were from Trottingham, but I could barely tell."

Milky ran her hoof up and down the bathroom door as I started up the shower, a burst of cold water greeting my fingers. "My father had a thin accent, my mother had a modest one, and I moved from Trottingham young." She frowned hard and bopped the doorknob with her hoof, "Bunch of racists in that town, real xenophobic types."

I shrugged. "I probably wouldn't mind. I'd probably just throw it back at them."

Milky pawed at her back, trying to get the strap of her bra. "They'd call you a monkey, or something like that."

I walked over, wiping off cold water on her flank before undoing the strap. Her breasts fell free with a heavy drop, "Jesus Milky...that can't be good for you."

"It's really not." She stepped forward, leaving me with the disturbingly warm bra. "Also, you're gonna milk me in the shower?"

I tossed the bra aside. Flexing my hands to get rid of the feeling. "If I don't have the water running it's just going to sit in the porcelain and stain it."

Milky smiled back at me, her backside pressed against the lip of the bath. "You want to see me with my mane down, don't you?"

I froze, my hands grabbing my collar. "Um, that's a loaded question. This outcome wasn't completely intentional...but you're not wrong." I rung my hands together, "I'd imagine it'd frame your face nicely. It's thick, and your freckles are really cute on their own, but with the--"

"Joel, knock it off." Milky pawed at the tub. "I'm a little tender, you mind?"

I walked behind her, picking her up by her waist and carefully helping her into the bath. "Up and over, come on then." I set her down, the mare's beautiful blue mane taking on water like a sinking ship. The thick mess fell heavily against her withers, the blue streaks going straight as the water doused her. "Holy hell in Bermuda...you really are pretty." I cooed, coughing roughly after I spoke. "Sorry, that came out louder than I wanted it to."

Milky ignored it, settling her back against the short wall of the tub. "Whenever you're ready, but please, don't take too long. Water bill is going to go mental if we take too long."

I took a deep breath, clapping my hands and swaying left to right. "Should I wear gloves or something? I mean, it's up to you, this is going to be kinda awkward either way."

Milky sighed loudly. "Whatever makes you feel better. And, if it's too weird just tell me. I'm probably going to, make noises." She clarified, looking back, green eyes still burning into my skull. "I'm really tender, and I get sensitive in heat."

I coughed, "And you're not hitting on me?"

Milky's brow fell flat. "I'm just warning you. If you don't feel right, now would be the time to back out."

I rubbed my hands together, "Hang out with you, get a little intimate and help a friend out, or...go back to making some stupid spaceship model. The choice is easy, but I've never done this before."

Milky turned to the wall of the bath. "Squeeze high on the nipple, pull down, or forward. This is kind of an odd angle."

I flexed my hands. "I'll figure it out." I pulled a rug over to the edge of the bath, kneeling down and resting my hands on the edges of the tub. "So, would you- you move my hands where you want them. I'm not going to grope you without--" I felt a pair of warm hooves grip my right hand, slowly guiding me down, she pulled my arm around her withers, around her neck, and finally against her breast.

"There, better?" She asked, letting out a sharp yelp as I cupped her soft breast. "Gods above and below, your hands are freezing!"

I tensed my hand, cupping her fatty breasts and finding her hardened nipple with my fingers. I took a deep breath, my erection forced into place by my jeans. "Sorry." I moved my other hand down, replicating the movements and accidentally pressing her nipple into her super soft body. Milky let out a sharp moan, her left hoof finding it's place on the back of my hand. "Soory...again." I looked off to the side, watching the water pour down over Milky and my arms. "Went full Canadian."

Milky's started to whimper as I tried to keep from playing with her, the hard bits moving perfectly about her breasts like a set of joysticks. "Joel...focus- mm."

I realized what I was doing and stopped moving. "Sorry, really, really--"

"It's fine, just don't make a habit out of it. Like I said, sensitive." She took a deep breath, her warm breasts lifted up then settled heavily into my hands. "You going to start?"

I steadied myself, my breathing nasally and thick from a cold I was coming off of. "Pinch, and pull." I pressed my thumbs and index fingers deep into her soft body, causing Milky to grind her hooves against my hands. Her whimpers were soft, involuntary. I pinched hard, causing her to tighten up even further, her voice peaking at a small moan. "And pull...." I squeezed down, sliding from the ultra soft texture of her breasts to her rock hard nubs.

Milky moaned loudly as I slid my fingers across her nipples, something warm dripping over my knuckles and joining the water. Her hooves started to cut into my flesh, then went completely limp as I reached the tips of her nipples. "Ooooh, thank Celestia." She mumbled, lowering her head, "That feels so good."

I felt my heart jump. "So...keep going?"

"Keep going until I say stop." She stated, her hooves still resting against the back of my hand. "I'll let you know when."

I took a deep breath, Milky's mane smelled of fresh sweetened cream. "Milky...this isn't weird for you?" I asked as I took another pull across her nipple, my other fingers digging into her breasts, the heavy flesh trying to squeeze through my fingers. The weight was immense, my arms hurting slightly from the behind position I was in. "So what's it feel like?"

Milky's hooves rested calmly against the backs of my hands as I milked her, the constant switch from super soft to super hard to super warm was driving me nuts, but I kept it in alright. "It feels like...popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. Like uncapping a soda, that pleasing hiss. It's a pinch, then a blissful release. Your hands warmed up too."

I continued to squeeze and pinch. "Milky, how often does this happen?"

Milky let out an extremely pleased sigh as I squeezed a large amount of milk from her nipples. "Oooo- hmm? Oh, about once a month. Heat tends to make things worse, but I can usually handle it. But I told you, my pump broke, and I'm starting to swell."

I flinched at the word swell. "Sounds-" I shifted my knees, my cock nearly ripping in two from my zipper, "-painful."

Things went quiet, the sound of the water raining down on us the loudest thing in the room. Milky's whimpers and coos never ended, but became part of the experience. I had no idea how far I might be able to go with her, and this truly was a selfless act, but I loved her. I couldn't tell her, I never had the time between our work and social lives we kept, but I hoped this would be a step.

Milky's breasts slowly grew lighter, if only by a fraction. Her hooves were limp, barely wrapped around my hands. "Joel...where we gonna go?" She asked, resting her sopping wet head against the edge of the bath. "We'll get lunch first, then you can help me pick out a bra."

I felt my heart flutter, my fingers still pressed against her breast, her nipples rigid as could be. "Uh, Vanhoover mall?"

Milky opened her eyes, looking up at me. "They don't have a lot of food for non ponies. You sure?"

I scratched my cheek. "I'm a vegetarian. Uh...that's actually not completely true, I eat fish, but no red meat."

Milky smiled up at me. "Perfect. I know a place then." She moved her hooves back to my hands. "I think that's good--"

"One more?" I asked, lifting her breasts up. "Please?"

Milky sighed. "Dirty...go ahead."

I moved my hands back, squeezing her breasts between my fingers, moving from her supple body, down her breasts, over her squishy areola and finally over her hardened nipple. Milk dripped and dribbled out, Milky's hooves digging deep against my skin. "Easy- easy...."

I pulled my hand back, sticking the milky tip of my thumb into my mouth. The smooth texture of her milk was tremendous, and the sweet flavor warmed me to the core. "God in heaven...."

Milky coughed curtly, looking up at me. "Really?"

I felt bile start to rise in my throat. "Uh...curiosity would have killed me." I laughed, slowly getting to my feet. "Leave the water running. I've gotta take care of something after this."

Milky started to snicker as she stepped out, met with the thickest, fluffiest towel I could find. "Oh jeez." She laughed, turning around and letting me wrap her up. "A bit dirty, don't you think?" She looked down at the towel, "Isn't this yours?"

"Yeah, but it's cold you, you can use it." I carefully turned her around, tucking her into a quick hug. "And I've actually gotta clean off the tub."

"Oh!" Milky laughed, standing back down on two hooves, her head about level with my shoulders. "That makes--"

"Then I'm going to masturbate...." I added, moving my hands behind my back and ringing them together. "Just...being completely honest."

Milky snickered, "Well then I don't have to feel so bad. That dildo I bought, squirts sticky lube when you press a button. So...gonna be in my room a while."

I stood ramrod stiff, "That's...phew, I uh--yeah, awesome." I chuckled, trying to keep from exploding in my pants. "This weekend good for you?"

Milky nodded, "Sure, lunch first, remember."

"Of course, now can you leave? I really, really need to take care of that thing I mentioned."