With a gentle click and a quiet, barely noticeable creak the door slid open, and walking in with slow, tentative steps came a nervous-looking earth pony mare.
“D-dude? Honey?” Pixel Bite nervously called out into the hallway in front of her, biting her lip. “Are you home?”
She hesitated, remaining silent for a moment as she waited for a reply. When that didn’t come, she took in a shaky breath, carefully rubbing her back legs against each other as she took a step forward.
“I … I need your help.” She called again, her gaze looking overthe empty, light-blue painted hallway. Feeling that strange sensation of pressure well up again, she forced her rear legs a little tighter together, the feeling of something trickling down her leg ever so slowly, sending a shiver down her spine. “A-and it’s not pretty.”
Shooting a quick look behind herself and realizing that the entrance door was still open, leaving Pixel in plain sight to everyone outside, she quickly stretched out a rear hoof to nudge-
“Eep!”
She couldn’t contain the faint squeak.
They had moved. They had moved.
This felt weird. This felt so weird!
Feeling her face flush red, she spun around on the spot, hastily slamming the door shut with her forelegs before any nosey neighbors could get a look at them.
The mere thought of being on display caused her to blush again. Yes, it was nothing more than mere anatomy doing its job, and it wasn’t something she hadn’t seen on other mares before, but… shit, it still felt so off.
However, her thoughts were cut off, ears perking up as she heard the sound of hooves coming from a back room. Pixel could feel her heart rate quicken as she watched the light turquoise earth pony mare walk into her hallway and look about curiously, her red and white jacket adorning her chest so cutely like it always did, her blue eyes widening as they came to rest on her friend.
“Oh, hey Pixel!” Honey Wound said, her face lighting up, “What’s up?”
“E-eh…” Pixel Bite had dropped to the floor in a knee-jerk reaction the second her friend had entered the room. She struggled to lay flat on the ground in a vain attempt to cover up her problem as she looked up at her friend, face still gleaming bright red.
Before opening her muzzle and sticking her hoof in it, Pixel realized just how she must appear in this second. Quickly, she cleared her throat and forced something that looked like a remotely straight face, attempting to play it cool.
“N-nothing.” She hastily stammered, “I-I was just… y’know… walking around and thought I could check out what you’re up to… and stuff.”
For a moment, Honey remained silent, raising an eyebrow in genuine confusion and tilting her head to the side. “Uh … okay,” she finally said, her gaze never leaving her friend, who was still laying spread-eagle on the floor in front of her. “I thought I heard you say something about needing my help.”
Her eyes trailed to her friend’s lower half, causing the brown mare to instinctively slam her back legs together to cover up her crotch region. What she hadn’t considered, however, was that this notion would smudge her two new appendages together, sending a wave of pleasure through her body and causing her to give out a soft, barely suppressed moan.
Shit, they were sensitive too?
“Is… everything okay, Pixel?” Honey Wound asked again, sounding genuinely concerned now. “Why are you acting so strange?”
“I’m good!” Pixel affirmed with a quick nod of her head, “Everything … everything’s good. I just… really like this floor! And... maybe there’s something you can help me with, but only if you’re cool with it and stuff.”
“…what!?” Honey asked again, her friend’s strange behavior only adding to her confusion.
Pixel Bite chewed her lip again, looking up at Honey with desperation, then lowered her head and gave a brief sigh. This was stupid. Who was she trying to fool here?
She… most certainly did have a certain problem... and Celestia knows, if there was one pony who could help her with it, it was this truly adorable mare in front of her.
N-no. Gay thoughts!
Pixel turned her head to the side, feeling her face turn red again as she said, “I … I’ve got a problem. And was thinking… m-maybe you could help me with it?”
“Uh, sure. What is it?” Honey asked, taking a step towards Pixel.
“I-it’s my … my…” Pixel forced out, feeling all her blood rush into her face. This … this was so stupid! Hell, how many times had she talked about these things in front of Honey? Used them as parts of curses, boasts or threats. Why couldn’t she get herself to spit it out already!?
“Hmm?” Her friend inquired again, tilting her head to the side and taking another step towards the increasingly bashful mare.
“My… my…” Pixel stammered, forcing her eyes shut, “My… boobs.”
That prompted a brief moment of silence from the turquoise mare. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, with deliberate slowness: “Your…”
Giving a brief sigh, Pixel Bite gathered up her courage, pushed herself to her hooves, and brought herself into an upright seating position, her tail peeking out from beneath her pudgy buttocks and serving as a cushion for…
“Wow.” Honey Wound couldn’t stop herself from saying. Sitting in her friend’s crotch, right above her marehood was a pair of… really quite impressive boobs.
To be fair, it wasn’t a part of her friend she had paid too much attention to in the past , but right now she could almost feel them begging for her attention. Normally the size of a small kiwi, they were now swollen to the size of two fully-grown oranges.
And they were leaking.
Bit by bit, a thin but constant trickle of gossamer milk came trickling from her friend’s boobs, running down her thighs, past her mare bits and falling down onto the wooden floor.
Honey Wound swallowed, now feeling herself blush ever so slightly as well. If she had expected any ‘problem’ her friend had, she surely hadn’t thought of this.
“Y-you done staring?” Pixel asked slightly embarrassed, turning her head to the side.
It was by then that Honey realized just how intently she had been staring at Pixel’s newly gained assets, and she quickly averted her glance from the swollen orbs, looking back up at her friend’s bright red face.
“S-sorry.” She muttered a brief excuse. “How … how’d that happen?”
“I don’t know.” Pixel snapped, turning her head to look down at herself without looking at Honey. “They just … continued to grow throughout the day. Now I can’t walk five seconds without everyone staring at these…” she prodded her right boob with a hoof, causing it to jiggle slightly, “these... things!”
Honey remained silent for a moment, contemplating her friend’s situation.
Well, it did seem like Pixel was genuinely upset about her ‘not-so-little dilemma’ and, try as she might, the fact that she had come to Honey to seek for help did tug at Honey’s heartstrings.
Taking it all in again, it only occurred to her now just how… revealing her friend’s stance also was. While Pixel was far from being uptight, just sitting down and presenting herself to Honey like this wasn’t something she would normally do, and Honey couldn’t deny that the plain sight of her friend’s marehood in combination with these truly adorable boobs caused her thoughts to-
No! No, she had to focus! Her friend needed her help, so she really shouldn’t be thinking about those kinds of things.
“I… I, uh…” Honey stuttered a bit helplessly, feeling her face turn red despite her best efforts. “I see.” She mumbled, stiffly nodding her head, feeling her own heart flutter as Pixel looked up at her with a bit of hope in her eyes. “Just … keep calm, okay? We’ll get you through this… I guess.” Honey’s doubt was evident in her tone.
With a timid gulp, she stretched out a hoof to help her friend get to her hooves.
Pixel Bite looked at the proffered hoof, hesitating for a moment... before she could feel the thinnest of smiles form on her face as she shifted her weight, leaned over and pushed herself back to her hooves.
“Just … just come with me, okay?” Honey said with a strange form of confidence in her voice as she led her friend into her home.
Pixel hesitated again, looking behind herself at where her leakage had formed a small puddle on the hardwood floor. She could feel herself blush again, bashfully lowering her head and following her friend.
“You … you want to drink what!?” Pixel asked, screwing up her face, blushing, “Dude…”
“I’m trying to help you, okay?” Honey justified herself, albeit blushing ever so slightly as well. “A friend of mine had the same problem a few years ago, and the only remedy was to… you know…” she swallowed, tripping over that part as her blush deepened, “Re-relieve some of the pressure.”
“B-but…” Pixel countered, attempting to cross her legs in defiance, but failing rather miserably thanks to the newly gained appendages in her crotch. “That’s… totally gay.”
That actually prompted a brief snicker from the bemused mare in the jacket. She had to admit, her friend was cute when she was like this.
“Come on now.” Honey coaxed, a little surprised at her own assertiveness as she took a step toward her friend on the bed, currently perched up against the wooden headboard, her legs spread due to the sheer size of her teats more than anything else.
“I’m sure it’ll…” Honey wanted to continue, but hesitated, her own shyness catching up with her, causing her to pause before pressing on. “It’ll… make you feel better.”
She positioned a hoof to help herclimb onto the bed, leaning in toward her friend... but she found herself hesitating again. She… wasn’t really used to being in charge. Was she… was she even doing this right? Celestia knows she didn’t want to force Pixel to do anything she didn’t want to.
Honey swallowed, her eyes tracing back over Pixel, searching for any signs of encouragement.
To her great surprise, the look on Pixel’s face didn’t seem nervous or scared, but… strangely confident; impatient even.
“Well?” the annoyed Pixel mumbled, cocking an eyebrow, an intense blush still on her face, “Are you gonna do something or what?”
“S-sure.” Honey muttered, still a little baffled, but feeling a building giddiness in her belly as she slowly moved forward, positioning herself over top of her friend, her forelegs placed on either side of her body. She lowered her head to lock eyes with Pixel, who could only hold the intense eye contact for a moment or two before she turned her head away as her face turned a bright red again.
“Just… just relax.” Honey said, cooing her best attempt at soothing pillow talk as she slowly lowered her head, letting her muzzle slowly trace down Pixel’s body.
She couldn’t deny the tingle of excitement brewing in her gut as her face hovered over Pixel’s chest, past the slight pudge around her belly… before her heart skipped a beat as her chin touched the top of the supple mounds of flesh below.
Mother of Celestia, they were big.
She pulled back an inch or two, gazing longingly at the pair in all of their glory, watching them jiggle and move ever so slightly with every small movement Pixel made, still slowly but steadily leaking.
Her eyes tilted up to observe face of the brown mare just in time to catch her looking back down at her with a nervous glance, before she quickly turned her head away with embarrassment.
“G-get on with it, will you?” Pixel growled at her with a half-hearted hesitancy. “I-I’ve got better things to do.”
Honey could feel her pulse rise nervously for a moment, but then felt herself relax when she caught the ghost of a grin flash across Pixel’s face.
Reassured, Honey lowered her head again, slowly pursing her lips and planting a soft kiss on the grumpy pony’s right breast, just the lightest of touches dancing across her leaking nipple.
Pixel reacted immediately: Honey felt her friend’s body tense up and wriggle before the faintest of giggles escaped her mouth.
For a second, Honey let a mischievous smile form on her face. So Pixel was ticklish, huh? Good to know.
But first things first…
Closing her eyes and focusing, Honey pressed her lips more strongly to Pixel’s breast, and gently began suckling on the sensitive organ, eliciting a poorly suppressed moan from the brown mare.
Honey could feel her tongue get wetted with what could be nothing other than…
She could feel herself blush.
Pixel Bite’s breast milk.
She had never tried breast milk –not as an adult, anyway- so she had nothing to compare the taste to... but if she had to describe it, she’d say it tasted… sweet. Really, it tasted somewhat like regular milk, just a whole lot sweeter.
It had a bit of tangy flavor to it as well, though. It might just be Honey’s imagination, but she could swear she could taste a bit of Pixel’s regular diet in it was well – namely, junk food, soft drinks and chips. It normally wasn’t a flavor she cared too much about, but wrapped in the sweet taste of milk, she couldn’t deny that she quite... enjoyed... the salty taste on her tongue.
And based on the gasp coming from Pixel, as well as she shivers running through her body, the plump mare was enjoying herself as well.
Honey perked up her ears, thinking she’d heard her friend wanting to say something, but all that came from the brown mare was soft breathing... along with faint giggles whenever Honey would touch the sensitive spot around her nipple.
Slowly, gradually, Honey picked up the pace. Her careful and gentle suckles turned into longer, more insistent drawn-out pulls. She could feel her face turn a little red as well – she was really getting into this, wasn’t she?
The fact that her face was mere inches away from Pixel’s increasingly warm marehood might have played a role in that... the longer she spent helping her friend through this unfortunate mishap, the more… worked-up she could feel herself becoming.
Honey paused her deep suckles for a moment, adjusting herself so she could rest more comfortably on her belly, head resting in Pixel’s crotch.
“D-dude.” She could hear her friend gasp, wanting to say something, before being cut off as Honey lowered her head again, gently booping Pixel’s right boob with her snout, causing the brown mare to gasp in surprise, her leg involuntarily twitching. “Dude!”
With a cheeky grin on her face, Honey opened her mouth again and swiftly proceeded to suckle on her friend’s breast. She was actively seeking to experience the taste filling her mouth now – and savoring it quite a bit.
Was this… was this really happening? Was she… was she really doing this? With… with Pixel Bite, of all ponies?
Yes. Yes, she was!
Honey felt a gentle shiver run through her body at the realization that this was indeed really happening, and was not some bizarre wet dream.
She was doing this. She was doing this!
Feeling a sudden surge of confidence rush through her, Honey reached out a slightly shaking hoof, slowly lifting it to Pixel’s other boob, still sitting unused next to its twin, leaking steadily.
If she was going to do this, she might as well go all the way.
Honey could feel another spasm go through Pixel’s body as her hoof made contact with the soft, yet firm breast, caressing it gently.
Surprised by Pixel’s wriggle, Honey quickly looked up to see if she had maybe acted too quickly or overstepped herself... but if Pixel minded at all, the look of pure bliss spreading over her face as her head fell back against the bed didn’t provide any clues.
Instead, ‘clues’ came from a certain other part of Pixel’s body.
Honey had noticed the slight heat coming from ‘down there’ ever since she first touched Pixel’s breast, but after her suckkling it, it now felt like there was an entire bonfire burning in her friend’s crotch.
Pixel … really was enjoying this, wasn’t she? So maybe Honey hadn’t gotten it all wrong after all.
Her own ego boosted, Honey’s mischievous grin became a wicked smile as another thought crossed her mind, and she pulled away her hoof from Pixel’s other boob, instead sliding it down to her friend’s marehood.
“Aah~” Pixel moaned softly.
Instinctively, Honey found herself wanting to flinch at the sudden reaction, feeling her eyes widen as she touched her friend’s pussy, her confidence vanishing for a second.
She… she hadn’t done something wrong, had she?
Her eyes shot up to her friend’s face, watching it contort as Pixel’s pupils rolled back in their sockets - hopefully in pleasure rather than pain.
“Ah~”
Honey bit her lip. This … this was a good sign … wasn’t it?
Carefully, she moved her hoof to one side of her friend’s nethers, softly brushing against the outer lips of Pixel’s marehood which were quite thoroughly drenched in her juices.
“Aah~... T-thanks for doing this b-babe.”
Her friend’s reassuring words sent a warm shiver down Honey’s spine, as all her worries about doing something wrong were swept away for good. Honey lowered her eyes, focusing on her right hoof, still trembling slightly with anticipation, which was tracing small circles around Pixel’s pussy.
The voice in her mind still yelling: ‘Holy shit, is this really happening?’ aside, Honey found herself wondering if Pixel’s body would react similarly to hers when it was touched like this. Throughout the years, Honey had learned that there were a few movements that would push her over the edge almost instantly. While the sexy mare still had trouble wrapping her mind around the fact that all this was really happening, she couldn’t defeat that tingle of curiosity and playfulness dancing through her mind, as she wondered if it’d work for her friend as well.
Swallowing the big gulp of sweet, ‘Pixel-brand’ milk on her tongue, her mouth still firmly wrapped around Pixel’s boob, Honey stopped the circling of her hoof... instead lowering it and slowly running it along the tender sides of Pixel’s vagina, gently moving it into the middle where it touched-
“Oooh fuck!”
A jolt of electricity ran through the brown mare lying in front of her. Her whole body tensed up, her left leg raising and kicking out as her glowing red face contorted in a truly mouth-watering manner.
Instinctively, Honey Wound found herself wanting to pull away, worried that she might have hurt her friend in some way... but before she knew what was happening, Pixel’s thick thighs had locked around her head, keeping it pinned against her friend’s body.
“Mmpf.” Honey opened her mouth, still wanting to ask if Pixel was OK, but was shut up by not only two pudgy inner-thighs trapping her head in a leg lock, but also by the two very sizeable breasts being pushed into her face, causing her cheeks to squish inwards.
Then Honey felt something new. Something wet. Sticky. Around her neck region, she could sense a sudden explosion of heat and a light puddle forming on the sheet beneath her. Finally, she realized what was happening.
Her friend had climaxed. She had climaxed hard.
Just the thought that she’d made her good friend cum was enough to heat up Honey’s own nethers as well... although her arousal was overshadowed by a more pressing realization: she was running low on oxygen!
Feeling her already blushing face turn an even deeper shade of red... albeit for less sexual reasons and more oxygen-related reasons, Honey swiftly pulled her head from its warm, furry, pudgy prison, the resistance of Pixel’s legs finally fading, her whole body relaxing and unwinding in its post-orgasmic afterglow.
Pulling back and shaking her head –remnants of breast milk still on her cheeks- Honey took a quick breath, looking down at the panting, trembling pile that was Pixel Bite.
Try as she might, she couldn’t help but smile. The thought of what she had just done, in combination with the pleasant taste of milk in the back of her throat, felt a little bewildering. Nevertheless, it was also… fulfilling to share such intimacy with somepony who was this close to her.
Really, if Honey was being honest with herself... strange as it may sound... she certainly wouldn’t mind if this ‘kind of thing’ became a regular event – as long as it was OK with Pixel, of course.
“You done staring?”
The snarky question coming from Pixel snapped Honey out of her thoughts, and caused her to raise her head. Honey could see the brown mare look back at her with traces of her trademark cocky smile, although any smugness left there was mostly overshadowed by exhaustion and bliss.
Instinctively, Honey edged herself forward, slowly collapsing onto her friend’s body, letting her arms slide down Pixel’s sides and resting her head on Pixel’s shoulder, before Honey fully relaxed and melted into her friend’s embrace.
Feeling Pixel’s heartbeat against her chest as their conjoined bodies slowly raised and lowered with soft, deep breaths, Honey could feel herself drifting off as a calm state of bliss began to wash over her.
“That… that was amazing.” Honey breathed slowly, turning her head and unwittingly snuggling into her friend’s chest fur with a satisfied moan, endorphins and hormones flooding her mind.
She closed her eyes, not bothering to overthink what she was doing, until her ears perked up again.
“Dude. Gay.”
“Only for you.” Honey replied swiftly with a soft giggle, not moving her head.
A few silent, content moments later, Honey slowly pulled back again, keeping her eyes locked onto those of Pixel, causing the brown mare to smile involuntarily, before Pixel bashfully turned her head away again, avoiding Honey’s gaze.
Still looking away, Pixel smirked. “You’re pretty cute, you know that?” she made a face, “In a… totally non-gay way.”
That promoted a soft chuckle from the turquoise mare. “Sure.” She said, lightly shaking her head, only stopping when she saw a look of insecurity, almost bashfulness, flashing across her friend’s face.
“B-but dude…” Pixel went on, biting her lip in an almost nervous-looking manner, causing Honey to raise an eyebrow. Finally, a bashful little grin accompanied by a faint blush, appeared on Pixel’s face. “Think you can go for another round?” she subtly pointed down at herself, causing Honey to follow the direction of her hoof-point: right back at her boobs.
Indeed, while the right one looked slightly less swollen –albeit only marginally smaller- likely thanks to Honey Wound’s attention, its twin still looked rather plump. The thin trickle of milk running down its side revealed that there was some work left for Honey to do – not that she’d mind providing those services in the slightest.
Returning Pixel’s smug grin, surprised at the confidence she felt growing in her bosom, Honey gave a brief nod.
“Way ahead of you.” She smirked as she traced her head southward again, gently booping Pixel’s left breast before giving it a light lick, closing her mouth around it and continuing her work, giving her friend the relief she yearned for.
Pixel gave a soft moan, feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over her, as she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back in pure ecstasy.
“T-thanks Hun.” She moaned, already feeling her nethers begin to warm up with anticipation about round two. “You’re the best.”
