Milk and Honey

A Milky Way in the Vogonverse Story

No such thing as Personal Space

Sydney was doing his best to keep from ogling his roommate. He’d stopped referring to Milky as a guest after her second week of staying with him. To his surprise Milky had not only offered to get a job, but got one. The one thing she did, ritually, every morning, was to drain herself before going to work. In fact, that was exactly what she was in the process of doing at this moment, and why he was fighting against the urge to watch her.

She was comfortable with him, she felt secure with him, and that was more than enough reason to prance around their apartment completely nude. From the moment she walked in the door, until they went somewhere, she was walking around in the very suit nature gave her. She’d sometimes, okay more than sometimes, wear a t-shirt for Sydney’s sake, but the stallion was impossibly cute when he was embarrassed. It surprised her to no end that nudity seemed to embarrass him. Back in Equestria clothing was optional, completely optional, to the point that if one wanted to come to work in the nude there was not a word said about it.

She understood that here the rules were different, but still, if two friends lived in an apartment it only seemed natural that if one wanted to walk around without any constricting clothes on it should be a valid option for them to do so. Of course, it was easier to be nude and milking herself as well. At the moment she had a full pitcher of milk, and her breasts felt less full.

“Ah, finally,” she said as she took the picture, wrapped some cling wrap on the top of it, and placed it in the refrigerator.

Just looking inside she could see that they had three gallons of her milk. It would be a good idea to start giving it out to some ponies that need it. She glanced at the time and relaxed. She didn’t have work today, which was more than fantastic. She could feel Sydney stealing glances, then looking away, and she could see the light blush on his cheeks. Getting up she walked toward him, her hooves clicking on the floor.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” she asked.

“You don’t have to work?”

She shook her head no.

“Well, I was going to work on some designs that I was trying to get together. One of the designs was I working on could be better. Milky, you said you’re off right?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m off, why?”

A grin appeared on his face, “I could really use your help. The new designs I’m working on deals with women, who seem to be as blessed as you are with an abundance of… natural gifts shall we say. I don’t want what I create to look tacky or tasteless. Would it be a bother?”

She stopped and considered what he was asking for a moment. She’d seen some of his designs, the clothes he created, and they were fetching. For a moment she wondered if he was being quizzacious in nature, but Sydney wasn’t like that, not really. He seemed to be guileless with everyone he interacted with. After a moment she nodded, it wouldn’t be the end of the world to try on some clothes, and besides, there was every chance she could make Sydney blush.

“I don’t see why not, luv,” Milky said, “to be honest, the clothes you got me before were a mite tight in me bosom. It’s a wonder I hadn’t burst out of them when I was full.”

She watched as his eyes, which were trying very hard to look into her own, glanced down, before he turned his head, and that delightful blush crossed his face. She tittered as Sydney tried in vain to hide said blush. Shaking her head, she behind her flustered flatmate and pressed her bosom against his chest. The human’s stiffened body told her that she surprised him; she couldn’t help but feel a little amusement at his predicament.

“I’m not sure about where ya come from, luv,” Milky stated, “but I don’t mind. Ya stare at me assets all the live long, if ya want. I’ve got it, why can’t I flaunt it? Besides, yer gonna need to see the goods to get me measurements done, yeah?”

“Uh, yeah,” Sydney answered nervously, “sure, you’re right. Can’t get accurate measurements when you’re all bound in clothes, I guess… But, are you okoy with that? I don’t wanna-”

Laughing out loud now, Milky replies, “Oh, luv, yer a riot! Of course I’m alright with it! Go ahead, get a good ogle. Didn’t used to bother back home ain’t no different here, in Boston. Maybe you think I don’t approve the, eh, luv?”

“Well, yeah,” Sydney said, “if you were any other women, I would have gotten slapped, or pepper sprayed, maybe have a gun pointed at me.”

“Well, I’m a mare, luv,” Milky rejoindered, “an’ I don’t feel offended. In fact-”

A wicked smile occurred on Milky’s face as she rose from her human cushion. She then gently took hold of Sydney’s arm, pulling him to face her and her still leaking mammaries. Once she had him staring at her, or more specifically, her teats, she saw the tension in his body ebb away ever so subtly. Another giggle, which caused her breasts to heave during the action, was met with a hopeful and unbelieving glance from the human.

“G’ahead, luv,” Milky cooed, “give ‘em a touch. They ain’t gonna bite.”

“O-okay,” Sydney replied shakily, and he proceeded to handle the glorious orbs of the mare. The surface of her breasts were soft, like velvet, while the darker areola and nipples were akin more to human skin. Sydney’s mind wandered to a time back in his high school days, to Jordan Miller, the girl that lived next door to him. She was a pretty girl, and tall, with skin like fine porcelain and legs that never seemed to end. Her pert ass and perky chest were the subject of close scrutiny by the teenaged Syd.

Then, in one glorious moment, he had a chance to actually wrap his hands around the glorious melons of Jordan Miller’s. She was out riding her skates, he was on the way back from the automat laden, with groceries, when they collided into each other. The fact that he had grabbed onto her breasts was purely by accident. In the moment between he knew what his hands were holding and the moment Jordan discovered where Sydney’s hands had landed, he was in pure bliss. That lasted all of two seconds, for Jordan took great offense at be groped like that, even by accident. She spoke her displeasure with a right cross that knocked him out until late in the evening, his mother fussing over baby boy.

Milky was in no way Jordan Miller. Milky Way was, well, more womanly, and she was far more permissive. She liked walking about the loft in the nude and she seemed totally unabashed about it. Sure, she wasn’t completely human, but she was warm, kind, and willing, so Sydney didn’t feel ashamed in fulfilling some very primal desires. Among those desires was the need to drink the fluid that was Milky’s namesake. While groping her bounteous assets, he sent his errant tongue toward an erect nipple, whose point was still dripping mother’s milk. A lick did what numerous unspoken fantasies could not begin to describe.

While his first taste of Milky’s unique emissions was delightful in a way that modern milk wasn’t, this small sampling direct from the source was a heaven on it's own. The taste was on par with the sweetest flavors he could imagine; the texture as it fell down his tongue was something he could only compare to cream, but less substantial. He wasn’t going to complain; it reminds him of sour cream and rather liked sour cream. His eyes slipped closed in pleasure as the sensation swept his taste buds.

His attentions definitely caught Milky’s notice. The swipe of his tongue elicited a shudder in the mare. Her breasts were always rather sensitive and walking the cobblestone streets of Trottingham without support for teats caused her no small amount of embarrassment. And although Boston was just as cobblestoned, given her new form, and she recognized as such, she was thankful that these hoomans were far more appreciative of her natural gifts. Or, at the very least, Sydney was. As her mini orgasm swept through her, she felt an even greater adoration for this man. He respected her and thought of her as a goddess. And he was going to make clothes for her, too. Given her endowments, he could have easily refused, but here he was offering his talents for her benefit. She could kiss him…

“That-” Milky breathed, “that, luv, was intense.”

A look of shock passed over Sydney’s face, as he spoke, “I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Shaking her head, Milky answered, “Neigh, luv, you haven’t crossed any boundaries. Your appreciation of my gifts is- reciprocated. If want, ya can go a little further, if ya want. I won’t mind.”

The hope in Sydney's face answered her. As he dove back on the nipple he tentatively touched before. His lips latched onto the proffered teat, suckling at the ambrosia that lay inside. Milky, her senses assailed, moaned lewdly at his ministrations. This was the first time any stallion had ever given her mammaries this level of attention. Sure, there was that cute colt that lavished praise on her flank, and a few stallions in town that hated to watch her go but loved to watch her leave. This, though, this was a whole new level of admiration she was getting. And she was enjoying it immensely.

Now, what really piqued Milky’s interest in Sydney's scrutiny of her bosom was a key detail she didn’t know was possible: she was full once more. She had drained herself nearly dry and now, suddenly, she was sloshy all over again. Her morning output of a gallon should have been more than enough last her through the early evening, but here she was, full and fluctuating once again. Another mini orgasm gripped her, Sydney’s attentive lips nursing her for all he was worth, even as her other breast began to issue forth anew.

Eager as a colt with a first estrus filly, Sydney saw the thread of milk beginning to come out of Milky’s other nipple, and he latched onto it. Another mini orgasm tore through Milky, her bare breasts getting more attention than they had in all of her adult life. A warmth spread in her loins, a warmth she typically associated with estrus, although it was the wrong season for it. And yet, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning as her flatmate attended to her swollen endowments, lascivious slurping noises filling up the loft.

“Oh, Sydney,” Milky cooed, “don’t stop!”

Sydney moaned a response around his busy lips, the vibration giving Milky another reason to shudder. The flare in her core was getting warmer; she realized her libido was waking up in a bad way, even if this was the most enjoyable thing she had experienced since finding herself in Boston. If she didn’t stop this soon, she would, by her estimation, she might herself into the precarious position of mounting poor Sydney and riding him until they both pass out.

“Oh, Faust, Sydney,” Milky moans, “Sydney- Sydney, by the silken teats of Luna, you are amazing!”

Another orgasm, this time a full fledged one and Milky can feel her thighs getting damp. Oh, Faust, I can’t be in heat! … Can I? Sydney continued to slurp up Milky’s essence, Milky continued to moan and groan as she is sent into successive climaxes, and the sweet smells of cinnamon and vanilla pervaded the loft. The rising furnace in Milky’s crotch was building to an apex and if she didn’t do something now to end her overstimulation, the cost might be her burgeoning friendship with her human designer friend.

“S-sydney,” she moaned, still in throes of passion, “S-s-sydney, stop, please, luv, S-stop!”

And he did, a contented smile on his face, though that was soon replaced by a worried frown. Oh, how that look killed her, especially when she was a step away from ravishing this stallion.

“Are you okay, Milky?” Syd asked, melting her heart further, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“N-no, luv, ya didn’t,”she shakily assured him, “today’s just not s-safe d-day, for me. I feared what would happen if we went any further.”

“Safe day-?” Sydney began to question, then, “oh, I think I get it? You’re going into your hat cycle?”

“I’m afraid so, luv,” Milky started then, “hey, how do you know about that?”

A self satisfied smirk drew itself on Syd’s face; he replied, “Do you think you’re the only Equestrian here?”

When a confused Milky shrugged, Sydney crossed over to the smartscreen in the sitting room of the loft, flipped it on and turned to CNN. There, in a room with royal blue drapery, flashbulbs popping, and a podium with some kind of seal on it, is an Equestrian mare, a Unicorn to be exact, with a dark brown mane piled in a bun, red needles stuck through it, hipster glasses, and wearing a form fitting ladies business suit. She is the epitome of class and professionalism.

“…and in a few moments, President Celestia will address the press on the new joint initiative, Operation: Insomniac, to combat the increasing threat of Rohyphnol II.”

There is a clammer offscreen and as Milky watches, the professional unicorn walks away from the podium and the next pony the turns up screen is a sight she would soon not forget. The pastel rainbow mane, shifting in an arcane breeze, a beautiful but expertly crafted business suit the clung to the curvaceous body, the soft, motherly smile and kind but old eyes; Milky was looking at Princess Celestia, now under the strange title of “president,” if the superimposed text was to be believed.

“Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts, ladies and gentleman. At this time, I would like to make the following announcement: given the proliferation of the date rape drug Rohyphnol II, also known as “rock ‘n’ roll,” “Rubik’s Cube,” and “after party,” and the effect it has on both humans, Equestrians, and other former Help-Mate© beings, I along with the Department of Justice, The Department of War, The Department of Defense, INTERPOL, and various other international and allied police forces are to begin a task force initiative to stop the manufacture, sale, and possession of the drug on a global scale. Leaders of every country in the UN and some without have seen massive spikes in rape cases, attempted sexual assaults, kidnappings, and false imprisonments because of this drug, and so this new, multinational initiative, called Operation: Insomniac, is to be established to find and halt those who make, sell, and possess this drug with intent to sell it, so that we may safecare the well being of our citizens. I, as well as Secretary Black (the screen shows a swarthy man in dreadlocks) and Secretary Visovic (a tan furred Pegasus stallion with a blonde mane and piercing blue eyes), well be handling the coordination efforts of the task force.”

Sydney turned the screen off as the Pegasus stallion was about to speak.

“I see,” Milky commented, “so I ain’t the only one.”

“Far from,” Syd replied, “Equestrians started appearing during the 2050s and have been steadily trickling in. Random appearances of your people were thought to have stopped abruptly after Sunset Shimmer appeared in Los Angeles. There hasn’t been an Equestrian sighting in nearly three years.”

“Oh,” Milky, “maybe some of my cousins arrived here as well? There’s so much I don’t rightly remember…”

“That’s okay, I’ll help you,” Sydney said, “there’s a website for Equestrians, looking for family members and loved ones across the globe. I think the former Princess Luna set it up. If you want to look-”

“No, no,” Milky said abruptly, “sorry, luv, I just- I’m in heat an’ I don’t tryst meself with you ‘round. You’ve been a fine stallion, gracious even and- I don’t want to cause ya harm, yeah?”

“I get it,” Sydney sad with a smile, “how about we start working on those clothes then, huh? Usually I would measure a model by hand, but if that proves too much for you, I do have a laser tape measure.”

“How does that work?” Milky asked.

“Why don’t you shuck your yoga pants and see,” Syd replied, “when you’re done, you can stand on the carpet here in the sitting room. It won’t be long while I set up the scanner.”

Milky nodded and walked into the sitting room, peeling of her yoga pants and underwear as she did so. She stood in the middle of the carpet, shivering not from cold but from wanton lust brought on by her heat, and tapping a hoof to some unknown beat. Sydney came back into the room with something like a coat rack, but in the guise of a spindly cactus.

“Is that -” Milky began, to which Syd nodded.

“I’m going to use this to take your measurements,” he stated, “unlike the Wear Right kiosks, this device takes into account fabric tensile strength and the flexibility of the client. When I get this started, I’m going to ask you move around a bit, just to get proper readings.”

“Okay…” Milky acquiesced, a nervous jitter in her voice.

The scanning itself didn’t take too long and before she knew it, she was back in bed, snuggled under the covers. Despite her earlier warnings, Syd decided to slip into bed with her, after he had recorded the measurement readings into his computer and saved them for fabrication the next morning. Strangely enough, the presence of the man who brought her to orgasm just by suckling her teats seem to calm Milky down a great deal and even though her loins burned terribly, she fell right to sleep.

Author's Note

This chapter was written within the space a few days during some mania induced writing sessions. There's probably dozens of syntax errors, tense fails, and typos, but I'm publishing this anyway.