Ember isn't new to the business of Dragon's Milk. She knows that most ponies in Ponyville - and likely a few from outside of town - would pay significant amounts of money for her boozy breast beverage. She has an arrangement with Rarity, she's party of something akin to a business, and she's indirectly admired for something she can uniquely provide. It should be a perfect situation.

But it isn't. There are still some things she just plain needs help with; still some misfortunes involving her magnificent melons that only a pony's touch can solve. And with Rarity away from the boutique for days after days in a row, Ember finds herself needing a pony's touch more than ever before.

And she knows the perfect pony to help her with the situation.

The problem is, the perfect pony doesn't necessarily want to help.

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A follow-up to a couple of other clopfics i wrote. You can find them here and here.

Warning: Contains a lot less humor and a lot more navel gazing than the other two clopfics that preceded it, still a fair amount of sex, large breasts, bodily fluids, uncomfortable metaphors, fingering and Applejack's mad sprint through the whole gamut of emotions.

This continues to be Wanderer D's fault, though he's not the only person to share the blame. That said, if it weren't for the two of them constantly encouraging me and helping me actually pluck up the nerve to write again, this probably wouldn't exist at all. So yeah, my continued eternal thanks to D and my (anonymous) other helper.

Cover art is by Smudge Proof, and will be taken down upon request.