Author's Note

Tags: Ponies, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Light Bondage

This short story was originally just a brief fragment, hence why there are sections in the beginning that are crudely separated by horizontal line breaks. Still, I was compelled to at least slap a sort of ending onto it.

Originally, this situation was supposed to happen because of a spell Vinyl cast. I never wrote that part, obviously, but maybe you'll enjoy the rest.

It is probably self-explanatory, but being a fragment that I mostly forgot about, this was never really proofread, so be warned.

Leaking

Octavia stumbled her way into the bathroom stall, hurriedly throwing the bolt behind her. With a whispered word of thanks for finally being able to find some blessed privacy, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Their tiny surfaces rebelled against the grasp of her hoof, acting like they were coated in ice. A moment, later, however, they were undone. A quick glance down revealed exactly what she had feared; a small trickle of white liquid was escaping from the nipples of her rounded teats. Normally they nestled, hidden, among the soft grey fur of her belly, but at the moment the soft pink of her areolas was clearly visible.

What in the name of Celestia? She wondered, looking down in shock at the evidence in front of her. Hurriedly, she grabbed a thin strip of toilet paper in a hoof, gingerly wiping away the mess. To her dismay, another few dribbles prompted worked their way out.

“Octavia! Break’s over, c’mon! We gotta get back to practice!” a familiar voice called in; that of fellow symphonist Frederic.

“One moment please! I’ll be right there!” she answered back. The sound of hoofsteps trotting away from the door informed her that she had bought only a precious moment or two to deal with this.

A few seconds thought revealed that she had no better ideas. She grabbed another hoofful of toilet paper before folding and refolding it into a pair of thick squares. She quickly secured her blouse, tucking its tails into her skirt, and slipping the makeshift pads into place to absorb future leaks. She prayed that there wouldn’t be any.

“I’ll just be a moment. Go on and I’ll join you shortly,” Octavia demurred to Beauty Brass, ducking into the bathroom for the second time that morning while the instrumentalist trotted on. Once back inside the safety of a stall for the second time, the calm and confident smile she always wore cracked like brittle plaster.

“This is ridiculous” she groused while she unsnapped the first few buttons of her blouse. Her hoof reached deftly inside, finding the sodden mass that had been her attempt to stem the tide of milk leaking from her. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips when she peeled the soggy tissue away from her nipples; the slight touch sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure arcing through her.

Morbidly curious, she allowed her hoof to wander, exploring the changes she couldn’t deny were happening. Where normally her teats were gentle nubs that were easily concealed by the short grey fur of her underside, now they were solid masses easily the size of a baseball. Idly, she traced the outline of one of her swollen mammaries, slowly working from the base to the soft tip, eyes fluttering closed in momentary rapture.

A sudden crescendo of sound from outside jarred her back to Equestria. What am I doing! I need to be practicing! Jerking her hoof guiltily out of her top, she haphazardly stuffed another supply of toilet paper into place and prayed that it would be sufficient.

Octavia was in trouble. She did her best to conceal her discomfort behind the mask of lofty supremacy that membership in the Canterlot Symphonic Orchestra required, but inside she was anything but poised.

Perched on stage and flanked by her co-musicians and friends, she was doing her best to avoid being humiliated. She stood on her rear legs behind her cello, grateful for its covering bulk. It was a good thing she had that meager defense, because a few glances downward showed a pair of damp spots forming on her blouse where her teats pushed into the thin fabric. Her mounds alternately tingled and burned, providing her constant distraction with no relief. With every tingle they seemed to push a little more firmly against her blouse, struggling to escape their confines. With every minute of burning heat that flared inside them, they seemed to hang a little heavier.

She struggled to stay focused on the music, but that was proving to be more challenging with every passing minute. Out of the dark recesses of her mind rose unbidden images to distract her. Behind her closed eyelids danced fantasies of her bosom, huge and swollen with maternal purpose, full to the bursting with milk.

When her fantasy shifted to include her beloved marefriend, Vinyl, held tenderly in her embrace and gently suckling at her like a foal, she had to bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. The mental image clamped around her like a vice, refusing to let her go and so vivid she almost thought it was real.

With a horrified start, she realized that she had begun to rub her thighs together in the midst of her erotic daydream. A slight whimper escaped her throat, then, a pathetic small sound of need and want and denial. Oh, Luna, I can’t wait until I can go home.

Octavia scuttled down the hallway to her apartment, head lowered in shame and deep blush spread across her face. Her teats had swollen to comical proportions, each one fully the size of a beach ball. Their massive size dangling between her rear legs meant that she had to walk with a ridiculous waddle since their width forced her thighs apart and made closing her legs impossible. Every step sent them swaying like oversized pendulums. She could swear that she could hear the sound of their liquid contents sloshing from side to side. As if that wasn’t enough mistreatment, they ached with a deep throbbing pain.

Finally, blessedly, she arrived home and shoved the key into the lock, giving it a twist and pushing the door open as soon as she heard the action click open. Once inside, she slammed the door shut and slid the bolt home. She made it a few tottering steps into the living room before slumping to the floor.

Panting heavily, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could. She let out a relieved breath as the motion made room for her huge breasts and freed them from being squeezed between her thighs.

The sudden sound of a key sliding into her lock grabbed her attention, jerking her head upwards. “Yo, are you home, Octy?” called a familiar voice before a white-furred face framed by shockingly blue hair poked its way into the doorway. “Hey, what— oh wow, what happened?” Vinyl Scratch asked as she caught site of her marefriend’s predicament. Before Octavia could think of a reply, Vinyl had stepped all the way inside and closed the door behind her.

“Tavi, what happened to you? Your tits are giant!” Vinyl asked, eyes wide with amazement.

“I don’t know!” Octavia wailed, covering her face with her hooves in shame. “They’ve been getting bigger all day. Now look at me; I’m a freak!”

“Hey, you’re not a freak,” Vinyl protested, walking the few hoofsteps to Octavia’s prone form and kneeling down beside her. “You’re my sexy, beautiful, awesome, marefriend.” She leaned in to plant a soft kiss against the fur of the supine mare’s cheek. “You’re just a little, uh, upgraded.”

“Upgraded? I can’t even walk properly like this!” Octavia snapped, taking her hooves away from her face to glare at Vinyl. “And they hurt, too!”

“Well, it can’t be all bad, can it? I bet those things are nice and soft. I can probably use them like pillows at night or something.”

“What if they keep getting bigger? I won’t be able to move around at all soon! And I’ve been leaking all day. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be leaking milk all day while trying to practice with a bloody symphony?”

Vinyl’s eyes widened even further at that revelation. “No way! That is so cool! I gotta see this for myself.” She shifted position suddenly, grasping one of Octavia’s engorged melons and gently squeezing.

“Vinyl, what—“ Octavia began to question before her words died and turned into a low, guttural moan. Her marefriend’s hooves worked in gentle, rhythmic motions as they kneeded her supple mounds. Euphoria blanketed her mind as the milk pooled deep within her bosom was coaxed towards the surface. A noticeable pressure built under her engorged nipples and darkened areola, rising with every passing second of Vinyl’s ministrations. Then, finally, blessedly, the resistance gave way and a rivulet of creamy milk was forced upwards and out of her nipple. Another followed it, and another, and another after that. “Oh, buck me,” she panted as she screwed her eyes shut against the sensation.

“Maybe later, sweety,” Vinyl remarked. She stopped he efforts, looking appreciatively down at the trail of milk that had spilled from Octavia’s teat and trickled down its rounded side. “For now, I think I have an idea to help you feel better.”

A glimmer of blue light caught Octavia’s eye; she turned to see a band of Vinyl’s distinctive magical aura encircle her foreleg and tug it gently to the ground. Her other three limbs followed suite shortly thereafter. She instinctively tensed against it and found it useless; the sparkling band of light held her limb anchored to the floor as surely as iron manacles. “Uh, Vinyl, what exactly are you doing?” she asked.

“Well, your breasts are all full of milk right now, right? And they hurt? The solution seems pretty obvious to me: you need milked.” Vinyl’s horn flared with blue light and more bands of blue light encircled Octavia’s pendulous breasts, squeezing taut.

The bands of light dug into her flesh, massaging her sore and tender teats. Unseen suction pulled at her nipples, stretching them out to twice their normal size. Octavia moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Vinyl’s magic began a rhythmic assault on her mounds. The constant stimulation was an incessant demand for her milk, a demand that she was all too happy to meet.

She wriggled in her bonds, thrashing her head from side to side as minutes passed one after another. Her body throbbed in unison with her nipples; every spurt of milk taken from her seemed to come from deep inside the center of her being.

The magic stretched her nipples and squeezed her teats forcefully, even painfully. There was a strange pleasure to the pain, though. There was almost a sense of pride that so many minutes passed and she still had more to give. Slowly but surely she could feel her reservoir of milk being emptied of each precious drop.

“Having fun, my little milkmare?” Vinyl cooed softly. Octavia didn’t answer in words, but her shuddering body and the steady stream of fluid that had begun leaking from her marehood gave her a strong hint.

Octavia didn’t heed Vinyl; she was too distracted by a new sensation intruding on her bliss. Her loins seemed to be on fire, assaulted by electrical jolts of pleasure that originated from her assailed teats and danced like teasing fingers over her clitoris. She struggled more fiercely against her restrained position, desperately trying to find release for this new and pressing need. Try as she might, though, there was no way to get the stimulation she craved. The minutes, already stretching on, seemed to pass like hours while the milking and the teasing continued unabated.

Vinyl bit down on her lip, hard, as she fought to keep herself under control. The site of her marefriend’s spread-eagled helplessness mingled with the sweet sinfulness of her moans to form a potent aphrodisiac that had her firmly in its grasp. Her own juices were escaping from her slit, brought forth by her growing arousal.

An effort of will pushed her own needs to the back of her mind for the moment, leaving her focused on Octavia. She approached the mare quietly, before reaching out to touch the surface of one of her teats. She found it softer and more pliant than earlier; her touch sunk slightly into its surface. The soft touch won a couple of soft noises of approval from Octavia. With a grin, she changed tactic and lightly brushed the frog of her hoof across the engorged and majorly sensitive surface of her clitoris.

Octavia reacted as if shocked. She bucked her hips, desperately trying to push her clit into firm contact with the surface that had just come into contact with it. Vinyl, though, held her hoof back, a mere fraction of a millimeter away. It was almost like Octavia could sense its nearness, as she yanked at her bonds and wriggled in place, aching with every burning inch of her to repeat the fleeting instant of contact that had brought with it the promise of release.

Vinyl allowed her frog to barely touch her clit with feather lightness again, which prompted another round of desperate struggled by Octavia to capitalize on it. A grin formed Vinyl’s face as she turned it into a game, keeping the supine mare struggling and writhing in place for every brief second of contact with her sensitive marehood but never allowing her to have what she truly wanted.

The game ended with Octavia panting, out of breath and practically out of her mind with horniness. She went slack in her magical restraints, head lolling and chest heaving. The trickles of milk leaking out of her teats had slowed to a few drops working their way out her and there. They ran down her mounds and thighs to pool on the floor with the nectar that had dripped out of her needy slit. Vinyl resisted the urge to lap it up just to see what it tasted like. She stood over Octavia, legs spread to either side of her marefriend’s stomach. She lowered her rump down until she was sitting on her grey-furred chest. She waited a few seconds to make sure that Octavia could still breathe even with her weight before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the end of her muzzle. “Octy? Equestria to Octy? You in there?” she cooed softly.

Her lilac eyes fluttered open, focusing blearily on Vinyl’s face. “Love you, Scratchy,” she whispered hoarsely.

A vice of warm, fuzzy feelings and giddy happiness squeezed around Vinyl’s heart at the sound. “I love you too, Octy.” She placed a few more kisses on Octavia’s muzzle, making sure to place a few on both sides just for good measure. “Feeling better?”

“Mhm,” Octavia murmured in agreement.

“Good,” Vinyl said. “Now that your little, uh, ‘problem’ is dealt with, is there anything else I can help such a beautiful mare with?”

Octavia blushed. “Um, well, you could, you know, finish what you were doing earlier . . .”

“Oh, what was that?” Vinyl asked with faux innocence.

“Ugh,” Octavia grunted, “you know very well what I mean. With your hoof and my — oh, don’t make me say it!”

“Hehe,” Vinyl chuckled, ruffling Octavia’s mane. “I’m not all that smart, Tavi. You’d better spell it out for me.”

Octavia huffed indignantly. “Vinyl, please!”

Vinyl cocked her head to the side. “Please what?”

“Do you get some kind of sick pleasure out of making me beg?”

“Oh, yeah. Big time.” She smirked down at the bound Octavia. “So you’d better start asking me, and put some effort into it. Or I could just wander off to do something else for a while and leave you here.”

Octavia’s eyes narrowed to pinpricks. “No, Vinyl, please just let me cum. Put your hoof on my clit and rub it until its sore! Please please please! I’m so horny it hurts!”

“Whoa!” Vinyl exclaimed in surprise at Octavia’s outburst. “Way to get into it, filly.” She reached forward and took Octavia’s face in her hooves, locking their red and purple eyes together. “But since you asked so nicely . . . “

Octavia gasped as Vinyl’s horn flared to life with gentle blue light. She couldn’t see its effects but she could absolutely feel a warm, tingly sheath forming over the sensitive nub of her clit where it protruded from her marehood. Under Vinyl’s magical touch, Octavia’s clit was alternately warmed and chilled, stretched and kneeded, tickled and teased. She tensed and pulled against the magical bands around her hoof, but they didn’t yield at all. The constant stimulus was driving straight towards a powerful crescendo that she was more desperate for with every passing second. Finally, the point of no return was passed and a switch flipped deep inside her mind. The complexities of thought were erased and replaced with a constant stream of pleasure and need. “Aah . . aah! Vinyl, yes, please!” she shrieked.

“Let it aaall out, Tavi,” Vinyl cooed. Her magic kept up its work on Octavia even while she writhed and bucked under her.

For Octavia, time had officially lost all meaning. Whether her orgasm lasted thirty seconds or thirty minutes, she had no idea. Regardless, it eventually ended like a fire burning itself out after all its fuel was consumed. When her eyes fluttered back open, she wasn’t on the living room floor anymore. Instead, she was on her side in bed and she could feel a warm, fuzzy presence against her back and see a pair of white forelegs wrapped around her middle. More importantly, her mind was clear of the heavy haze of lust and need that had plagued her so. A slight snore answered her question about whether or not Vinyl was awake. Deciding that she was completely okay with this turn of events, she snuggled her head deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes again.