Author's Note

Chapter 27: ‘Medical Procedure’

You take a bit longer than needed to get the buckets so you can take a few more calming breaths and steel your heart for the upcoming ‘Medical Procedure.’

As you enter the room you see a pair of breasts larger than your head but covered in a thin layer of reddish fur at eye level.

Calm down… She just took her shirt off for the … ‘Medical Procedure.’

“Are you able to lay on your chest or is that too uncomfortable at the moment?” You ask while trying to keep a calm voice.

“I cannot, it would hurt.”

“A-Alright. I will apply the heated oil, but first I must ask it this in intended to be consumed? Some of the oils are not meant for consumption or have an unusual flavor to them.”

“It would be good to gift my life water, but if that is difficult or bad in taste then so be it.”

“I’ll use vegetable oil to not alter the safety for consumption. After the milk is released, I will clean you and use soothing oils and pressure points to reduce soreness. Is that ok?”

“Y-Yes?” she stairs up at you with wide eyes, “…Forgive! I mean not to stair, Rrrum, I meant no harm. I was surprised at how professional you are… T-That came out wrong!”

“Hehe, it’s fine. I can tell you are nervous, but it’s literally part of my job to help my clients relax. Now, may I start?”

“Yes, P-Please!”

You roll up your sort sleeves and tie the strings, so they stay in place. You gently guide Bruna to the massage table then go to re-wash your hands and the buckets to make this as sanitary as it can be.

Damit Anon, you are a professional, for Twi’s sake! Breath in aaand out…

You open your eyes and put on the most comforting smile you can muster.

“Alright Bruna, I will start with a seated massage of your back muscles to relieve some tension and I will need you to relax the best you can while I massage. When I give simple instructions, I want you to do your best to do them. But if any request or thing I do makes you at all uncomfortable I want you to let me know so I can stop. Do you understand?” After you see her nod her head, “… Ok good. I will now start applying the warmed oil.”

You lather your hands in warmed vegetable oil and limber up your fingers. “I am going to start the massage.” Bruna nods again. From your position behind her, it is hard to see her expression clearly so you hope she will honestly tell you if something hurts.

You start to rhythmically need as you spread the oils around her back and shoulders. At first you were worried that the oils that failed to sink in would drip down to her skirt, but you remembered she was not wearing anything on her bottom half when you looked down to see her large rear covered in thicker fur and a small tail swishing back and forth.

This gave you paws until you remembered again that you were practically the only creature around who was not mostly naked all the time. Your nerves and Bruna’s more humanoid appearance must really be getting to you.

With the base layer on the back, you start to apply more pressure to the massage. You trace along the major muscle groups and tease at the areas that cover important pressure points.

Despite the shape, the muscles feel like pony massages and this calms your racing heart a bit. The more you think about it the more this reminds you surprisingly on massaging the well-toned Jacks. As your dexterous appendages get into your rhythm, and knead flesh like usual, you get more and more comfortable. You get the occasional grunt or sigh from Bruna but n complaints as of yet.

You ask her to breath in and out as appropriate until you have relaxed all the tensed back muscle groups.

“I’m going to start with the milk letting pressure points, then I will massage your breasts to help the milk come out. Is that ok?” You see her nod, “Are you ready?” another nod, “Then big breath in and slow breath out.” You apply pressure to the left milk relieving point. “On the count of three, hold the bucket beside you in front of your left nipple to collect the milk.”

Bruna’s trembling hand picks up a bucket and places it in front of herself. You start to circle the point that controls nipple relaxation for the left breast. “One. Two. Three. Then big breath in and slow breath out.” As Bruna exhales you activate the point and hear ~tink, tink~ as milk starts to drip from Bruna’s engorged left breast into the bucket.

“I’m going to have to get closer to massage your-“

“YEESS, PLEASE!!!”

That startled you but she must really need the milk out. You redouble your efforts. You apply more warm oils to your hands and gently massage her chest muscles to let even more tension release. You start to hear a small constant stream of milk. Now for the main event! You slide your lubricated hands into the malleable mound of Bruna’s left beast.

With both hands you feel your hands sink into her soft flesh only be resisted by a springiness you had not expected. Deeper in the breast there were several areas like over filled balloons of warm liquid. As you apply gentile pressure to these areas you hear Bruna cry out, “Ahnn! There! Sooo, FULL!” As the stream of milk intensifies until you stop applying pressure to let her rest. “P-Please! Cannot keep! Take… it all!”

You resolve yourself to finish this quickly. You rub your hands together to warm them up more. You grasp Bruna’s left nipple with your left hand between your thumb and index fingers to stimulate the area to open more while the rest of your fingers rhythmically massage waves towards the nipple. With your free hand you massage the deeper glands holding the milk.

“Umph, yes! Good child! Feed of the life water and be STROOOOOOONNG!” Bruna let out the last call closer to a moo than a word. You feel a give, as the muscles near Bruna’s breast relax even further and the stream intensities into high powered spurts of milk.

Not even a minute passes and the first bucket is almost ready to overflow. Before you say a word Bruna simply changes the bucket and starts to hum a quiet melody you don’t know. The deep serenade is calming but you don’t quite know why.

After a third of the second bucket fills and her left breast is smaller by a considerable amount; Bruna simply switches the bucket’s sides after she stops dripping and keeps humming.

You repeat the procedure on her left side and milk flows well again. As the second bucket fills and almost overfills Bruna whispers, “… don’t mind it…” and lets her milk spray onto the floor and into the drain… such a waist.

After she is finally out of milk she stops humming and places the buckets on the ground.

“Thank you… I really needed that. Hhaaa…”

“Glad to hear! Now if you are able to fit your chest through this slit that was designed for pegasi, I want to finish with the back massage.”

Bruna gives a warm smile, “Thank you, that would be lovely.”

“In total, it took me a hole hour to finish that massage, but it was worth it to know I helped somebody feel better!”

“T-Tis is G-great to hear! I am…~ Uha~… Proud my D-Dear!”

“Thanks, Zecora! And thanks again for letting me practice breast massage on you first!”

“This will N-Noot Dooo! I should be t-Thanking you!”

“Non-sense, I love you both and I really appreciate your help.”

You are sitting at your kitchen table. You look down from your hands that are massaging Zecora’s nipples as you feel a twitch as some teeth scrape the top of your cock slightly.

“Av WrgT!”

“Twi.. H-honey! Pease don’t talk with my dick in your m-mouth. You already got me bleeding last w-week when you tried that last week and orgasmed at the same t-ime…”

“~POP~ I said I was sorry!”

“I love you and don’t want you to feel sorry… I just don’t want you biting my dick.”

“~hehe, ok… Love you both.”

“Love you too. Now back to pleasing my mares!”

You energetically start licking Zecora’s nipples as Twi savers your dick. It all feels great and you are happy… to bad it will likely only last another 30 to 40 seconds.