Author's Note

I swear, I only got this idea from Monster Musume.

List of Fetishes
Milking
Breast feeding

Milking It

“So, here I am, beating the life out of this pervert…”

I splashed some water on my face, ignoring Trixie’s endless tirade about her life story. She had begun rambling when our shifts intertwined and had been going on ever since, which had been about 4 hours ago. My ears had gone numb from her incessant vocabulary parade since the grand majority of it was just an amplified version of high school drama, which I already didn’t care for. I had long stopped my mumbled responses and nodding to everything she said, but it looked like she either didn’t take notice or straight up didn’t care because she kept on talking.

I massaged my temples as I quickly feel my limit of hearing non-stop bullshit was nearing rapidly. I groaned lightly, which Trixie, yet again took no notice, and chugged down a bottle of water. I glanced her way, only to be deterred from giving her direction my attention, just seeing her, in all honesty, pearly white teeth endlessly move about was enough to cause me a migraine.

*RING* *RING*

I sighed internally, relieved that something had saved me from this beast. I quickly fished out my phone to see what the notification was, only to groan immediately as I saw who it was: Lightning Dust. We kind of got off the wrong foot when I applied to this place and have been on sour terms ever since, so when she sent me a message essentially she required my assistance in an unspecified task automatically set off some red flags.

I was tempted to either not respond or flip her off, but refrained from because I knew she would come over here like a bat out of hell and screaming bloody murder like a banshee on steroids, and might actually eat me, if I did either of those things. Instead, I opted to see if I can fish out any clearer details on what she needed my aid in. Though the only thing I got back was: “Either you do it or you don’t!” And she seemed oddly offensive that I even ask about her to elaborate the details of this anonymous request. I started feeling a bit upset at her reaction, and was about to respond with a text equal to my rage, but again, I used my better judgement and sent: “I’ll think about it.”

Which seemed to appease the she-demon as she replied with: “Alright.” And she stopped texting me. I sighed irritably, my bullshit meter essentially brimming with radioactive bullshit, but I was able to suppress it for at least now until I was able to do some pottery.

Seeing that I only had 10 more minutes before my break was up, I put my phone away and was about to stand up to return to my post when I feel something take hold of my arm. Naturally, I try to pull away, thinking that my sleeve just got caught on something, only for whatever holding my arm to increase its grip tenfold and actually pull me back. Of course, I look back only to see that Trixie had been the one to seize my arm and had also discarded her shirt, leaving her bra as the only article of clothing to cover her large HHH-cup tits.

Naturally, when someone sees that their coworker has disrobed their top and was holding your arm, I reacted with righteous indignation. “What the hell are you doing?!” I questioned, yanking my arm out of her grip… alright, I tried to, but her grips tenfold pressure multiplied tenfold and actually started hurting.

“Look, I know we’re not exactly on the friendliest of terms.” I nearly had a brainfart when she somehow displayed more social awareness than I gave her credit for. “But I really need you to milk me.” She requested with the most pathetically pleading eyes I’ve ever seen a mare wear.

Now, requesting to be milked wasn’t a strange request since it has become somewhat of a social norm and was legal, I myself have milked my fair share of mares ever since I was 16 as that was the legal age for people to begin milking mares. But I was still taken aback by her request because it came so suddenly and without any warning. So, of course, my reaction was along the lines of: “Why don’t you ask anyone else?” I asked.

She looked a bit sheepish as an embarrassed blush flushed her cheeks. “In don’t trust the other girls and I don’t have the money to go to the local spa.” She presented why she asked me to milk her instead of the other options. “So please milk me?” She pleaded.

Being a bit unsure, I yanked my arm out of her grip, which had loosened considerably, and turned away. I caressed the part where she held my arm, which was read under the sleeves, she must have applied more pressure than I thought, contemplating my choices. What she said was true, we weren’t on the friendliest of terms and the fact that she brought that up before reigning her request upon me conveyed to me that she wasn’t as clueless as I originally thought. It was also worth noting that she was desperate enough to ask me despite our relationship. I mean, I had no visible reason to decline her request other than I disliked her. But that wouldn’t be right if I left her in the state she’s in, because even if I’m not a mare, I witnessed the agonizing pain of being held up for too long.

I looked back to Trixie almost as if looking at her would give me the push I needed to make the decision, which was a mistake as I gazed in her direction just as she was pushing her massive boobs up and down. I stared in disbelief as she attempted to lure me into doing this request by presenting her sex appeal. Which, on any other normal stallion or mare, would’ve worked immediately, unfortunately for her, it didn’t work on me.

I turned away to mull over my choices. It took some time, but I nodded and turned back to her. “Alright, but I will only do it for a while since I got work to get back to.” I accepted her request.

She beamed a smile so bright that it almost made me smile, as she then goes in for a hug. “Ooh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” She pulled me deeper into the hug, making a point to keep my head from drowning in the absolute sea of flesh that were her boobs.

I patted her on the back, no idea how to react to this sort of reaction as I’ve only received it from family. “You’re welcome, but we should move to a more private space before we start.” I proposed.

She pulls back, her horn flaring as she prepared what I assumed a teleportation spell. “Already taken care off.” And in the blink of an eye, we were no longer in the front yard of the Main Building and in her dorm room.

Once we were in the safe confines of her private quarters, Trixie wasted no time in getting things started. She immediately moved her hands behind her back and unbuckles her bra, allowing it to fall and permitting the unbridled glory of her boobs to me known to the world. “I’ve been held up for a month and a half, so be gentle sweetheart.” She explained, closing her eyes and sitting in position. She was ready.

I, on the other hand, was not ready and tried to delay the process as much as I could. “You sure we don’t need a bucket, this looks like it could get pretty messy.” I suggested.

But as I expected, she shook her head, eyes still closed. “I’ll clean it later.” She dismissed my suggestion.

However, I was determined, and opened my mouth to retaliate. “But we already have a large sch-!” My sentence was cut off when she apparently caught onto my bullshit and grabbed my hand, placing it on her right boob, causing me to gasp.

When she said she was held up, I wasn’t expecting it to be the extent I felt. Her boobs felt like water balloons that were filled to the brim, the only difference was that a water balloon would have popped by now, but the natural thick skin of a mare kept all that milk in there. I gasped when I pushed my fingers down out of curiosity, only to realize that I was met with a bit of resistance. I could feel just how thick the milk was from being cramped up like that.

“I know this is weird, and you’d probably prefer to spend the rest of your break doing something not so… sexual in nature.” She prefaced, looking me dead in the eye with an expression that just radiated need. “But as you can see, I can’t stall any longer. Please, I’ll try to repay you sometime, but I really need this.” She pleaded.

Sighing in defeat, both knowing that not only was she not going to let me get out of this, she was determined to be milked. And the look in her eyes just bought a feeling of obligation upon me that I couldn’t deny. I reached both hands and encompassed her left boob and began the milking process.

I pressed my fingers harder than before, applying pressure upon the melons and gained much more progress, feeling the milk inside begin to loosen just a tad from my touch. And while Trixie was nothing if not pleasured by the sensation, her euphoric moaning a clear sign of it, she was visibly miffed by my current course of action.

“Sweetie, why aren’t you milking?” She questioned, opening one eye.

I shrugged. “Because the milk is incredibly thick, trying to push it out now would be like pushing glue through a straw.” My answer garnered the most confused and quite possibly terrified expression Trixie gave me, no doubt confused why I came up with the analogy. “Don’t question it.” I quickly said, trying to dismiss her worry.

It worked as she closed her eyes back and moaned. This process would repeat itself for the next 5 minutes-hey, each of her tits were like watermelons, I had to use two hands for one, give me a break-until I had gotten the milk at the consistency to where it wouldn’t be agonizing to push it out. I moved each hand to a nipple, grasped it with my index and thumb. I breathed heavily, bracing for what was nearing, and pulled.

Almost immediately, milk gushed forward with incredible speed and terrible precision, splashing everywhere and anywhere it could reach. And when I say everywhere, I fucking mean EVERYWHERE, including my uniform. In response, I grew this very upset frown on my face, as anyone would when they have their uniform absolutely drenched in mare milk. The sensation of my clothes sticking to me due to the milk, and the resulting stickiness due to the milk’s contents was very unsettling.

Trixie let out a long, drawn out sigh as the grand feeling of relief washed over her. “Mmmm… I needed that.” She praised, before opening her eyes and cringing at the mess before her. “Ooh, maybe I should have gotten a bucket.” She commented.

Now, under normal circumstances, I would have blurted out ‘no shit Sherlock’, but my unhappiness with the situation won over my natural snark and I continued to frown unamused. The magician chuckled before reaching her hand behind my head and begin reeling me in. “I know I said that I’d pay you back, and this doesn’t really seem like a pay back to you. But…” She trailed off as my face came dangerously close to her grape sized nipple. “I need you to suckle.” And without a second thought, my face was assaulted by this sea of azure blue boob flesh as my mouth instinctively opened around the nipple.

I, deciding that I didn’t want a mouthful of breast milk, began pulling back against her will. But, as expected since she was a mare, her physical strength triumphed over mine and she held my head in place. “Look Crimson, either you suckle now, or I’ll be shitting feathers in a couple of hours.” She threatened, pushing my head further into her flesh. “I’m not playing.” She added, an edge of seriousness in her voice.

With a grumble, I complied with her demand and began suckiling, garnering a pleasured moan from the Unicorn. “Good boy.” She praised, her hand ruffling my half/half red/white mane. I only frowned as I continued to suckle.

Now, in spite of my unwillingness to drink her milk, I had to admit that it didn’t taste all that bad. It had a tint of blueberry, parting a tarty taste, just enough to break away the natural sweetness of lac… wait a minute, am I really describing the taste of breast milk? At the age of 18?! And enjoying it?!! Wow, she’s never going to let me live this down. Whelp, better enjoy while I can.

Trixie would continue to nurse me for the better part of 10 minutes before she was completely relieved of the pain she was burdening. She lay back on her bed, sighing in ecstasy, drool dripping down her lip. “Thanks sweetie, I really needed that.” She thanked.

I, on the other hand, could only frown as I inspected the bloated belly I sported, courtesy of the abundance of mare milk I had just ingested. “I just hope I’m not lactose intolerant.” I mumbled, trying to pull my shirt over my stomach, only to fail somewhat spectacularly.

She only smiles before sitting up right. “That’s the least of your worries.” She said. “Hope you got a spare set of clothes.” She commented.

I shrugged a bit. “It’s pretty hot outside, so it should dry up relatively quickly.” I replied.

Trixie grows an unamused glower. “You’re seriously fine working when you have dried up mare milk stuck to your fur?” She inquired, earning a nonchalant nod from me. “You’re a pervert.” She criticized.

Me, not feeling particularly assaulted, just nods and stands up. “Say what you will, doesn’t change a thing.” I responded, getting ready to return to work. But, as I was exiting her room, I remembered that I never notified Lightning Dust on my situation, but feeling far too lazy and a bit tired to pick out my phone, I figured I’d just tell her when our shifts intertwined… maybe not.