Squeeze

"So, what'd ya get?" I asked, stepping out of the factory with Milky in tow. "Sounds like a six pack in there. All that clinking--"

Milky shifted herself to the right, looking back at me with a grin. "Don't worry about it. Also, don't let me forget to pick up firewood."

I looked around the mall, bustling northern ponies pushing about with only the occasional human to mix things up. "In a mall?" I looked at the rather proper looking shops. "Shog that, I'll just hack down a tree, go full Sasquatch."

Milky spun around, walking backwards down the cobblestone street. "Cut down a tree? We can just buy--"

I walked past her, leading her towards the shop I knew of. The cold day starting to warm up as the sun crested over the buildings. "Yeah, we could just buy some. But I like doing stuff." I swung back around, boots grinding against the ground and salt. "Besides, gonna buy from here right? Don't want to spend too much right now."

Milky rolled her eyes and sauntered towards the feminine looking store. "It's not that big a deal. I mean honestly, it's fine."

I leaned to the side, spotting her breasts slipping out of her bra. I walked around behind her, grabbing the straps of her bra and hoisting them up as discreetly as I could. "Seems like a bigger problem than you make it out to be." I hugged my hips against her flank and gave her other side a soft tap. I rubbed her cutiemark softly. "Cold out, right?"

Milky looked up at me, mouth scrunched up slightly. "Not in public...." Her voice was soft, less angry and more annoyed.

I walked to the door, standing off to the side and waiting for Milky to take the lead. "You were dipping out. Better to fix it than--"

"Ponies don't wear clothes, remember?" She smiled at me, brushing me with her tail as she walked inside. "Before humans, it was generally just letting things hang loose." She bumped me with her flank, singling me to follow her inside the fruity smelling shop. "Nice of ya'll to make em match." She flicked her tail at me, her panties only a single glint compared to her coat. "Can't even tell, can you?"

"Well I can, but they're riding up on you." I snickered, following Milky past a perky shopmare.

"What?!" Milky tried to look behind her, spinning around in place. "Is that why--"

"The bottles on your flank are giving you a wedgie." I laughed, watching Milky walk in a circle. "Come on, let me take the bags." I extended a hand to her, offering to scoop up the saddlebags. "I promise I won't look."

Milky stopped turning and stared at me. "You're a bad Liar Joel, look in your eye says you're gonna look." She turned to me and bumped her flank up. "Look if you really want. Just don't go showing it off."

I took the leather bound bags from her, hoisting the clanking mess over my shoulders. "Personal stuff? I think that's all I need to know." I laughed gently watching Milky's tail swish angrily. "You gonna be alright in here?"

Milky spun around. "What, you're not going to help me?" She cocked her head, a soft frown on her face. "You're just leaving me here?"

I scratched my head, my fingers catching along the back of my eye-patch. "I'm doubtful they'd want me ducking into a changing room with you. Might think something dirty."

Milky pouted sharply. "Well maybe I want them to."

I felt my guts heat up. "Well maybe I don't." I ducked down. "Maybe I'd sneak in."

Milked walked up to me, keeping her head low. "Maybe I'd like that...."

I felt myself start to heat up rather heavily. I took a deep breath, feeling someone watch me. "Don't take long." I stood up and adjusted the bottle ladened sack over my shoulder. "Get something strong, I'll be waiting at home."

Milky reached out, rubbing my knee with her hoof. "Are you sure?"

I dug my hand into my pocket, pulling out my coins. "Yes." I dropped two-hundred bits into her hoof. "Get something lacy--"

"I'll find something sexy." She stated, taking the coins from me.

I felt my groin heat up, radiating out into my stomach. "Right...I'll start a fire." I backed up, walking a bit stiff. "Bye." I waved her goodbye, hurrying out into the cold open air mall. She stood there, waiting in the pricy shop, money laden and safe. I hurried through the busy plaza, holding myself tight with my coat. "Better hurry."

I tore down the market. Each step grinding against the salted bricks. The sun felt warm against my back as I hurried towards a small catering shop. I was slowly concocting a magical plan for the night. It was going to be special, it had to be. I stepped into the shop, throwing the doors open with a soft jingle of the door bell. "Oi, I need something!" I shouted into the empty front. "Hello?"

A bored looking pegasus popped his eyes open and waved me down. "Aye, what ya want?"

I looked around the plain burgundy shop. It was quiet, simple, but with a strange essence of Breton France in it. "I need dinner for a mare. A special mare." I walked up to the pale wood counter. "Delivered," I slapped a pair of coins down, ",money isn't an issue."

The pony behind the counter nodded. "Alright. That's- oh...that kind of special." The pony chuckled as he looked at the coins. "I'll see what we can do for you."