Author's Note

A chapter from a calmer perspective. This was something of an experiment. If it doesn't work for you, don't worry, the other stories I'm preparing are from Derpy's perspective.

Sharing the Love

Derpy had come home from the hospital looking happy, with bags full of empty bottles and, apparently, slightly larger breasts. Berry knew empty containers were another item on the list of things which made the pegasus randy when she thought about them for too long. It was a growing list. To her credit, during the last week, Derpy had been just as attentive a mother as always.

Nonetheless, Berry made a mental note to get her hands on an empty rainwater barrel and place it so Derpy would bump into it. Just to further learn about her needs and preferences, of course.

Berry had seen the signs. Derpy's hands had trembled. There'd been a tension to her body. Derpy pretty much always smiled at the world, but her smile had been a lot more smug than usual. She'd never been body shy, of course, but recently Berry suspected her friend and lover would enjoy nothing more than being called out in public for being randy as hell.

When Berry suggested that they talk about Derpy's day once the kids were in bed, the pegasus had bitten her lip as her breasts started leaking slightly. She'd soldiered on, only occasionally stooping to take a few deep breaths or lightly massaging her own boobs, which, for some bizarre reason, tended to dial her down slightly.

And if the pegasus was a bit distracted, Berry didn't mind picking up the slack and preparing dinner. She had no special love for household tasks, but preparing food always felt reassuring, and in any case all the work that went into their little family still felt very much like a victory. As Berry was relatively sure she'd eventually live to see thirty without serving a prison sentence, she could also enjoy the petty spite of proving her mother wrong about the likely course of her life.

The day was much too nice for Berry to be thinking about her upbringing. Her life was much too nice for that, now.

Still, Berry was surprised to find herself actually being a little nervous about having sex with Derpy. It was a feeling she was unfamiliar with. Her previous lays had been strictly goal-oriented and she hadn't really considered getting into a sexual relationship with anyone now that she had a daughter. She was generally too indifferent to ponies. Derpy had long been one of the few positive exceptions and it hadn't occurred to Berry to think of her friend that way before. But since this was Derpy, she didn't resent the threat of more complexity in her life, because her friend was nothing if not patient.

Besides, it was laughably easy to get Derpy off. All she needed to do was talk about the mare's fantasies, or come up with new escalations of her favorite ideas involving breast growth and milk. As though giving voice to them made them more powerful than just having them rattling around in Derpy's head, where she could push them away as unrealistic. Perhaps she only needed to talk about how easy it would be, since Derpy apparently considered her heightened libido to be a bonus.

Since it was still summer, the sun stayed up longer than their daughters were allowed to and it was still light when they were both sharing the bench on the back porch. Derpy was already dressed for bed, which meant loose shorts and nothing else. Evidently she didn't really care that their back yard was still fairly easy to see into.

Well, Berry had always struggled to pretend like she cared what other ponies were thinking, and the shadows had gotten longer, so she wasn't going to complain. Pushing aside the table they had on the porch, she patted her own thighs. "Get comfy and talk."

Derpy got the message and relocated to Berry's lap. She sighed happily and leaned into her, apparently just taking a moment to enjoy the closeness.

Berry clasped her arms around Derpy's stomach. "How long until you're heavy enough to make my legs go numb?" She didn't know if even Derpy's short term fantasies would become real, but Berry got a thrill out of playing along and seeing what it did to her friend. This, too, was a feeling she had little experience with.

The pegasus groaned through clenched teeth, writhing in place. Spurts of milk arced to the ground. Berry was pretty sure that only concern for their daughters' sleep kept Derpy from making a lot more noise than that.

"Today was amazing, Berry," the mare eventually managed to say. "They – they wanted to take a sample. With a pump! But it couldn't keep up." She giggled. "I told them I prefer to do it by hand. I warned them. Didn't like the pump. So I just ... cut loose. Milk kept squirting out from under the funnel, my other nipple was just gushing. It was a mess."

Derpy blew out a breath and didn't say anything for a while. Berry could feel the smaller pony's pulse race, so she reasoned her friend was taking a moment to try and push off her impending climax some more.

"Well, I know you only feed ponies as much as they can stand, but did ya resent the machine trying to take your milk on its own terms?"

The only response was a nod.

"Maybe one day we'll hook you up to a big cow milking machine." Berry had no idea how one of those even looked in detail, but she was pretty sure the same was true for Derpy. "Big steel drums to store hundreds of litres ... but you just keep pushing. The actual machine is just slowing you down."

The little sprays of milk Derpy had been producing were slowly merging into a continuous stream.

"Just imagine the looks on the ponies in charge of the machine when the metal starts groaning, the barrels bulge and then just rupture, splitting wide open, a flood of milk that just won't stop. Anyone or anything that tries to contain or control you gets overwhelmed."

Berry didn't really see the appeal, but any idiot could see what the idea did to Derpy. She whimpered and squirmed in Berry's lap, but was still holding back for some reason. Berry could see her friend's tits grow tighter and rounder. Her dark nipples throbbed and swelled. Even her areola seemed to bulge out slightly from internal pressure. Derpy grabbed hold of Berry's thighs, probably to keep her hands from her breasts or her snatch.

"T-touch me, Berry. This one's for you." Despite the slight hitch, it was practically an order.

Evidently it was important for Derpy to share with her new experience in some way, so Berry just reached up and gave both of the pegasus' nipples a tweak.

The other mare shrieked, briefly, in pleasure, before using one arm to stick her muzzle into the crook of her elbow to muffle herself. She convulsed as she came and those steady streams of milk, having been interrupted briefly, erupted with greater force.

Berry switched to cupping her partner's breasts. It was interesting to feel the way they slowly changed from so firm that Berry couldn't understand how it hadn't hurt, to growing softer in her hands. She could also feel Derpy's rapid heartbeat through her palms, and the lighter mare's muscles seemed to alternate between locking up and spasming wildly.

"Hey. Gimme a squeeze if you aren't having a seizure."

With the one had she still had on Berry's leg, Derpy responded with a nearly painful tightening of her grip.

"A'ight." Berry was pretty sure a lot of ponies would be better able to appreciate having a mare shaking with pleasure on their lap, squirting milk without an end in sight. Still, she felt very glad to be the pony Derpy wanted.

"Gets better," the pegasus panted. "Redheart had some m-milk." She sighed happily before lowering her voice. "Her boobs got a little bigger. Got milk, too."

"Huh." More new strangeness from Derpy's rack. "Glad that didn't happen to me. She like it?" Berry didn't spend much time considering her appearance and was not dissatisfied with it. Seemed like yet another thing for Derpy to get fired up about, so that was fair enough.

Derpy nodded jerkily. "G-glad it didn't hu-happen to you," she managed to articulate her agreement.

"Hey, those magic tits are still you," Berry assured her. "Wouldn't push anything on anyone they wouldn't be happy with, yeah?" She doubted that the nurse had come out and told Derpy she wanted to be bustier and lactate, so that was mysterious, but the pegasus was a fundamentally decent sort and Berry found it easy to think that it would color whatever else her boobs or milk might be able to do in the future.

She started treating her friend's breasts a little more forcefully, trying to apply pressure from their bases to the nipples. This didn't seem to particularly affect the continuing flow of milk, but Derpy seemed to press her back harder against Berry. "You gotta tell me how you like it."

Derpy moaned. "H-harder than that!" Every movement of Berry's hands on her breasts appeared to make her twitch and shudder.

Hearing and feeling the mare on her lap surrender to pleasure Berry was providing got the earth pony a bit fired up herself. She shifted her hands back to cupping Derpy's breasts from underneath. "Can you tell the difference?"

"Scar on – on your palm. Left."

Berry Punch had been a sufficiently vicious bitch as a teenager that it hadn't been entirely surprising someone would come after her with a knife. The scar was now long faded, but at the time she hadn't gotten proper treatment so the healing process had been less than ideal. She'd told Derpy the story at some point. The mark it had left was still easy to feel out for anyone who knew what to look for, even though all the physical labor she'd done in her life left her hands anything but soft.

She rewarded Derpy with a firm squeeze. "That's how sensitive they are, huh?"

Another shaky nod. "'m close, Berry."

"Good." She slowly shifted her hands to the sides of Derpy's rack and began exerting force to press them together. Only a little at first, escalating as slowly as she was physically capable of. "This is amateur hour. Never done this before. I'll learn, though. Get to know your boobs, your body, figure out how to wring pleasure out of them you can't even imagine right now."

"St-top teasing! Just m-maul them!"

"Shh, I'll get to it." Berry grinned, squeezing harder. "You'll get to know my hands real well. That way, once you're too big to handle, you'll recognize me by touch." She kissed the side of Derpy's neck, then did not pull back before speaking again, her lips and breath brushing across the other mare's skin. "You should learn to read my lips like that. In case I'm dealin' with your jugs out of shouting distance."

Derpy's back arched as she pawed at Berry's hands. She drooled while voicing her lust with inarticulate noises. After several long seconds, tension abruptly left her body. She leaned limply against Berry, drawing huge, gasping breaths while sweating profusely. Slowly, the uncontrolled spray of her milk subsided, leaving a mess of milk on the porch and the yard beyond.

Berry enjoyed her own arousal, because previously she'd had pretty much no luck with fantasies and only managed to feel anything of the sort during infrequent equipment checks. She'd just never been the randy sort, she'd figured. Feeling that way now seemed to be a good sign regarding her feelings for Derpy. "You alright with trying to make that real?" She finally took her hands off her friend.

"Yeah ... sounds wonderful. I want to share my milk ... and I want to be huge. But you're special to me. Even once everyone knows my boobs, there needs to be something special just between us." Derpy spoke languidly, sporting a lazy smile.

"Looking forward to it," Berry nodded, wrapping her arms around Derpy's stomach. "The whole exercise did get me a little hot under the collar, actually."

Derpy tensed momentarily, then produced a gusty sigh. "I get that this is actually a big deal for you." She paused. "A little hot? Tonight blows anything anyone else did for me out of the sky, no contest. How am I ever gonna make this up to you?"

"C'mon Derps, you don't owe me anything." Berry snorted. "We're only getting started, and I don't want you to lose sleep over doing right by me. I'm really getting a lot out of bein' the one you're allowing to handle you like that." She shrugged. "Do ya need to bring me off to stop worrying that you can't do anything for me?"

The pegasus stood abruptly, swaying briefly, then taking a staggering step past the mess on the ground. "Yes! Stay right there! Actually maybe scoot over a bit." She gestured to the other end of the bench.

Seeing Derpy's more forceful side was fun in Berry's mind. She nodded and re positioned herself accordingly while the pegasus ran inside. It gave Berry a few minutes of idle time.

She was surprised at what she'd felt. Was still feeling, really. Anticipation for whatever Derpy was going to do, sure. She felt excited in more ways than one. Maybe the emotional bond of their relationship enabled that sort of thing, because Berry had never lusted after anyone in her life. She'd masturbated only irregularly to release a vague sort of tension but she'd never thought of that sort of thing as desire, because she'd never much liked other ponies.

Derpy returned wearing nothing but her panties, still soaked through, clinging to her labia. She had a blanket draped over herself, one wadded up under her arm and a glass of milk in the other hand.

"Derps, I hope our kids trust us enough to talk to us when they're going through puberty and after. I shouldn't be surprised at myself at my age, yeah?"

That stopped the other mare short. "Uh, yeah. Obviously." Derpy tilted her head. "'course the girls would trust you to talk about any worries. Little early to be thinking about that, though."

And poorly timed, she'd probably wanted to add. "Fair. So, what's the plan now?"

Before responding, Derpy made her wait while she drank the whole glass of milk. "You're gonna take your pants off, and I'm gonna hide under this blanket and eat you out." She cast a look towards the scraggly hedge. "The whole world ought to see my boobs, but your goods are only for me."

"I ... yeah, I like the idea." Berry started the process of getting out of her pants with as little actual getting up as possible.

Derpy smiled fondly. "Look, I get it, you're as excitable as a block of granite, and I've got nearly no relevant previous experience in this case anyway, so I'm not gonna take it personally if this turns out to just be alright for you. I want to do something for you. Just because we're not living together for the sex doesn't mean I can't do my best for you on that front."

"Appreciate it." Berry had to admit that it was definitely hot to see Derpy standing there, wearing next to nothing. Her tits would look big even on Berry, on Derpy's slighter frame they were huge. They were absolutely of a size were a mare ought to wear a bra, yet Derpy absolutely didn't need one. Her breasts effortlessly held a very attractive shape, appearing weighty but not sagging, which cleary had to be another aspect of her magic boobs. Her nipples still stood erect. A bit of extra weight was still stubbornly sticking around her body, but that seemed more like a bonus. Berry wasn' dumb enough to point out that Derpy had been in better shape before having the kid, but it was something to work on, make sure the mare's fitness kept up with the boobs she wanted to grow.

The pegasus assumed a kneeling position, using the second blanket as a cushion, the other one draped over her like a cloak. "Ready?"

"Not uncomfortable down there?" Berry spread her legs.

"Don't worry about it." Derpy grinned up at her. "Ten years from now I'll be leaning on my boobs for this."

There was no time to respond before Derpy set to work, leaning in and placing a playful kiss on Berry's lower lips before teasing the tip of her tongue along the edges.

Berry's body responded as anticipated to the stimulation. The warm and wet tongue was a new experience, but felt great. The other mare's breath was another factor. Not that Ruby Pinch's sire had been a bad lay or anything, but Berry couldn't remember ever feeling quite so happy during sex or masturbation.

She suspected that her feelings for Derpy made all the difference. "Doin' good, Derps."

"Mmh." Derpy's breathing quickened. She pulled back briefly, apparently just to allow Berry to see that her milk was flowing again. With a smirk, she leaned in again and continued probing Berry's depths.

Although Berry had previously assumed that she just wasn't the sort to get aroused by other ponies, she had to admit to herself that the situation was, in fact, pretty hot. She wasn't even really used to thinking of Derpy as her lover yet, but still. The other mare kneeled in front of her, her large breasts presumably hanging heavily off her chest, spraying milk while she pleasured Berry.

She reached under the covering blanket, which in all honestly probably wouldn't fool most ponies, and placed her hands on the pegasus' back, rubbing around the bases of her wings. While she wasn't sure what the best move in her position was, going for the wings made sense in a fight, so they might react well to a more careful touch. Berry hummed, feeling herself smiling. She figured she should return the favor eventually, if Derpy was interested. The mare had been very much focused on her boobs and also directed Berry's attention to them.

Berry experienced a pleasant shiver as she climaxed. It had taken quite a bit more doing compared to the ease with which she could get Derpy off. Some part of it might have been inexperience on Derpy's part, but it was hard to get Berry's blood up in any situation. She sighed. At least her therapist was reasonably sure that whatever was up with her subdued enthusiasm regarding sex was probably her own normal and not yet another thing to blame on her childhood.

Derpy stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm, looking happy. "Good?"

"Yeah." Berry nodded, eyeing the floor. Milk had spread to soak into the wadded up blanket Derpy had knelt on. It'd also connected to the previous mess. She was still making plans to fix up the house to be easier to clean up, but mentioning that now would just get Derpy going again. She stood up, seeing as they had to clean up the porch. "Was good." She hesitated. "Still ... I don't care too much? I'd miss your hugs more. I'm touch-starved that way. Hell, I like touching you."

"Even if I'm turning into a horny mess, I won't forget that you're in it for the emotional connection," Derpy promised with a reassuring smile. Milk had trailed down the lower slopes of her breasts and the front of her body. She wrapped herself up in the blanket she'd used for cover to avoid getting any on Berry before hugging the taller pony.

"Never doubted it," Berry shrugged. "Let's clean up." It was apparent to her that the close emotional bond was the reason that she had actually looked forward and enjoyed the sexual encounter. Maybe she would have been more experienced if she didn't find it so difficult to connect to ponies. Coming to care about Derpy hadn't exactly been a whirlwind romance.

"Hm." Derpy reacted with another smug smile. "Sure is a shame, the way my boobs make all this extra work."

"Heh." She saw nothing wrong with the way Derpy seemed to practically relish making a mess with her milk. Better than getting stressed about it. "Speaking of work, next time I put up a stall on market day, you should come along, put up a sign that you're selling milk. Might not get customers, but you ought to plant the notion in their heads and give it time to, y'know, germinate."

The kind of weirdo who'd jump at buying a pony's milk probably wouldn't do it in public, but Berry had caught on to the fact that Derpy wanted her milk to have mass appeal.

Derpy smiled widely. "That's brilliant!"

"We'll make a day of it. With the kids along, we're sure to get folks stopping by, they're a cute age, yeah?" Berry went to retrieve some a bucket of water to dump on the puddle of milk. Washing it out into the grass was an appealingly lazy solution.

"We'd need some kind of screen or curtain so I can make a show of milking myself without going all in on public indecency," Derpy mused, sounding slightly morose about not getting to flaunt naked tits in front of the whole market.

They spent the rest of a lazy evening discussing ways to desensitize the town to Derpy's lactation and exhibitionism.