Milking The Milkmare

by MaxBeezy

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Sex
Length: 42349

Human meets a mare with an unusual gift. Sex happens. Followed by other stuff. Like romance, most likely.

You are a human, living in a world where your kind lives in peace with the ponies of Equestria. You are visiting the town of Trottingham, after living in the city of Applewood for most of your life. Before you can settle into a motel, you come across a mare with an...unusual talent.

One thing leads to another and....well...let's just say you spend the night with her.

The interesting part however, is what happens AFTERWARDS.

Based on an OC called Milky Way. You can find her tumblr here: http://milkmare-of-trottingham.tumblr.com/

Cover Art created by Lo-23, which was done for Wuten's reading of the story on Youtube. You can find the artist's page here: http://lo-23.deviantart.com

Published 2012-11-23 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-02 03:57:54 UTC

The Milkmare Of Trottingham

It’s been a long while since you first traveled to Trottingham. The last time you visited, was when you were just a little boy, traveling the world with your parents. You don’t remember much about it, only that the air, the atmosphere, and the inhabitants seemed very peaceful. You also remember there not being as many humans in the town. Unlike Baltimare and your hometown of Applewood, Trottingham had way more ponies than your own kind.

Now, you have arrived. Off the train station, and into the town. You always wanted a change of scenery, being stuck in cities for most of your life, save for the now defunct family trips, you figured it would be nice to just see something more calm and tranquil than what you have been experiencing for the past decade.

Trottingham is even better than you remember it. That familiar scent of apple pie and roses rise into your nostrils, and you take it all in without a second thought. You walk through town, carrying your suitcase alongside you. The thing only has the necessary essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, socks, underwear. Really, you only plan on staying in a motel for a couple of days before moving on to the next town. You notice more humans than you last remember, hanging out with various ponies. What’s even more curious, is that some of them appear to be couples!

Now, human and pony relations are not exactly uncommon for you, but you were raised by a family who forbid such behavior; parents that were part of rallies, and tried to pass that ridiculous law of making it illegal. You held your tongue during those years, silently nodding your head, when they would ask for your thoughts. But in all honesty, you really did not share the same opinion as they do. While the most common argument against this kind of coupling, is that the two species cannot create life together, who are you to judge what the heart wants? Same sex marriage never bothered you, why should human and pony relationships?

You spot a motel. It doesn’t look like the Ritz, but it does promise comfortable beds, room service, and the best television programming Trottingham had to offer. Plus, it looked relatively inexpensive, and it's only for a couple of days anyway, so why not?

As you inch closer to the motel, you hear the sound of paper bags being dropped, and a pained moan not too far away from you. You turn around to see a yellowish mare with a blue mane, hunched on the ground, barely able to move. On instinct, you run up to her.

“Are you okay, Miss?” you ask. Always the best thing to start off with. She shakes her head, something is definitely wrong, but she can barely get the words out. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” You ask more questions in rapid fire panicked succession.

“I...I have to get home.” The mare says in a near whisper.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to go to a hospital?”

“No.” she shakes her head once more, “I just...need to get home.”

You ask where she lives, and she weakly tells you the location. She was in no condition to move, so you hoisted her on your back, grabbed her groceries, and your suitcase, and carried her to her home. You’ve never done anything quite like this before, running around with a pony on your back. You're no stranger to rough housing with ponies, especially in your former middle school days. But this? Never.

A couple things have caught your attention. One being that you are wondering why she’s in so much pain, and two is wondering why it feels like there are two large soft mounds of something pressing up against your back. She didn’t appear to be holding anything else. No time to think, it's time to go. Besides, it's been a while since you've carried something of this weight, and your legs are ready to give at any moment.

You get to her home, which looks like a nice little place, and open her door. The house was unlocked, which was surprising to you. You figure the possibility that everyone knows everyone in this town, so the prospect of burglary is slim to none. Inside is a cozy looking living room, and a couch that seems like it's seen better days, but hasn't lost its comfort.

“Couch…” she says. You back up, and set her down on the couch in the living room.

As you turn around to ask her what she needs, you notice fairly quickly why you felt that unusual pressure on your back. The mare has unusually large mammary glands centered around her crotch. They could almost pass for human, if they weren’t located down there. Your eyes cannot help but be drawn to them for a few brief seconds, before you realize that you’re supposed to be helping this poor girl.

“What do you need?” you ask. You list off any possible solutions; water, medicine, the toilet.

“A bucket.” she answers. You assume she wants to vomit, and offer to take her to the bathroom. She refuses, demanding that you get her a bucket. Whatever pain she’s in, it’s reaching its breaking point. It's not hard finding the bucket; as it's in the middle of the kitchen. You set it down in front of her, waiting for what she wants next.

“The next part…might be a little strange.” she tells you.

You raise an eyebrow. What could she possibly want that could be so....

“I…need you to milk me.”

Yeah, okay. You almost fall over from hearing that. Almost. The only thing keeping you from doing just that, is your absolute shock.

“I’m sorry…what?” you ask. This couldn’t be happening. You just met this mare, and now she’s asking, no telling, you to milk her? From THOSE?!

“Please…” she puts a hoof on your shoulder, “I can’t...I can’t do it by myself now. Ah!” She grimaces in pain, hissing through her teeth.

You look down at those teats, and then back up into her pleading eyes. Surely, there was someone or somepony more qualified for this job than you. Maybe her husband, or coltfriend, or boyfriend…or the female equivalent of all of those. Then again, if she trusts you enough to do this, maybe there isn’t one of those in her life, giving her no choice.

No more time for thinking, you have to do this! Reluctantly, you slowly bring your hands to those large mammaries, and clamp your fingers onto her nipples. She gasps in pain…or pleasure. You don't know, and almost hit yourself for thinking the other option. She's in pain, you perverted fool! Help her!

You squeeze one nipple carefully, and a stream of milk suddenly shoots out, onto your shirt.

“Shit” you thought to yourself. Good thing you have spare shirts in that suitcase of yours. You look back at her, she doesn’t look any better. You aim a teat closer to the bucket, and try again. Direct hit. Much better.

Once you have a good grasp on things, you begin to milk. It's actually no different than milking a cow. Each squeeze brings out a surprising torrent of milk. Her heavy breathing gradually subsides with every passing moment, becoming more like sighs of relief and relaxation. The bucket fills up rather quickly, teetering on the edge of spillage, but she taps you on the shoulder, giving you the okay to stop, which you gladly do. Spent, she leans forward, and rests her head on your shoulder, calming down as normal breaths escape her lungs.

“Thank you…” she whispers.

“Uh..yeah…no problem.” you say, patting her on the back.

You move her off your shoulder and her muzzle brushes against your lips, which gives you great pause. With a tactful head-shake and throat clear, you ignore it, and excuse yourself to the kitchen, offering to put her groceries away, after you wash your hands. She allows you to do so, and tells you where to put everything. Her speech is more normal, and less painful. You wash your hands, put her groceries away, and get her a glass of ice cold water. You walk back into the living room, and spot her watching The Ponies Court on the television. You smirk, before giving her the water, which she happily takes.

Not one to want to just bolt out, you sit down next to her, and watch the program with her; keeping an eye on her just in case the pain returns. She smiles, as the court case you two are watching gets more argumentative, and more hilarious.

“You watch this show too?” she looks to you and asks.

You nod, and tell her that you watch the show on the days where you had nothing to do, and marveled at some of the stupidity the individuals get themselves into. You tell her that it’s more entertaining than The People’s Court, which she agrees with you wholeheartedly. You look down at the bucket of milk, and ask…

“So…when is the baby due?”

She looks at you, confused by your question. You tell her that you assume that she is pregnant, which is why she is producing milk. She laughs. That probably wasn't the right assumption, dummy.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asks. You shake your head with a chuckle. “It’s my…special talent.”

“Lactating?” you ask. A very odd special talent, to be sure.

“If you want to put it that way…yes.” she blushes, “I produce more milk than any cow, but one of the side effects are these…things.” she looks down at her large teats, “The other is that I have to be milked twice a day at a set time. I left the house an hour before my daily milking, thinking I had enough time. Well…you saw how that turned out.”

“I’m sorry.” you tell her, “I can’t imagine what kind of pain you were in.”

“It’s alright.” she assures you, “I’m normally not this reckless. This has only happened one other time.”

You ask her about this past event. She tells you that the last time it happened was a couple years ago, but nopony helped her, and she had to milk herself in the middle of Trottingham. She was embarrassed for quite a while after that. You let out another “I’m sorry” again, but she tells you to stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault.

“I can’t help it.” you tell her, “It’s in my nature.” You look back at the bucket before asking “What do you want me to do with this milk?”

“Put it outside. The local cats like to come down here.”

“Is that what you do with the milk?” you wonder, “Give it to cats?”

“No.” she giggles an amusingly cute giggle, “I own a dairy in town. It’s called Milky’s Way. Like my name.” You smirk, while she remembers that she didn’t properly introduce herself. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t even tell you my name before that. My name is Milky Way. What’s yours?” You tell her your name. “Huh, that’s not the name I would have guessed, but it’s a nice name.” she smiles, “So, what brings you here?”

You tell her the cliff notes of your life story, all the way to the events of today. You tell her almost everything in an abridged version, from your upbringing, to your plans for the future. You felt yourself getting bored by your own tale, but she didn’t seem to mind as much. You tell her that you can stop at any time if she feels bored, but she says that she is perfectly fine. By the time you are finished she compliments on how exciting your life is, even though you don’t personally think so.

Evening approaches during your conversations, and both your eyes start to get heavy. She yawns, and thanks you for staying with her for so long, even if you didn’t need to. She tells you that it had been a long time since she had many visitors come to her house.

“Why?” you ask. “You seem nice. It’s because you’re a serial killer, isn’t it?” you joke. She laughs.

“No. It’s because of…well…look at me.” She’s obviously referring to her teats. “These aren’t natural. I guess that scared a lot of ponies off.” She looks at you. “You think I’m strange too, don’t you?”

You shake your head in disagreement. “No. Not at all. You seem like a perfectly normal pony, aside from THAT...” you glance down for a second, ”...but, it doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re just being nice.” she teases, sure that you are lying to her. You're not.

“No, I’m serious.” you say with the straightest of faces. “Sure, it caught me off guard when I first saw them, but weirded out? Nah. I’ve seen weirder things, believe me. I think that…well…for a pony you’re pretty…cute.” You blush at the admittance. You can't help it. Though you've only known her for a couple of hours, you have already become accustomed to her company. You wouldn't mind staying for a bit longer, that's for sure.

She smiles, and gives you a soft chuckle. Suddenly, she leans her head against your arm. You hear her relax, as her mane rubs against your flesh. Woah... wait a second.

“Why can’t all guys be like you?” she wonders. Your cheeks are flushed with red in a matter of moments. Is this really leading where you think it is? No, it couldn’t be. That's just you being silly. “You’re such a gentleman; even more than most colts that I have met.”

You start believing that this is some crazy dream that you are having; that you are still on that train to Trottingham, and will simply wake up before it gets really interesting, like most dreams tend to do. That’s when you feel it; her hoof making its way under your shirt, caressing your bare skin underneath. Oh, boy.

“Have you ever been with a pony before?” she asks. You shake your head, still wondering where this is all going. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like with a human man. Now that you’re here…” She moves her way onto your lap, straddling you. Her breasts pushed against your stomach. “Maybe I can find out…if you’re up for it.”

“Okay, maybe this IS actually happening.” You think to yourself. “This is usually the part where I wake up, but…”

"Oh my!" she looks down at the wet spot on your shirt. "I seem to have gotten some of my milk on your clothes. I'm so sorry. Let me take this thing off..."

She puts both her hooves under your shirt, and lifts it up, removing it from your upper body. “Yeah…this is real.” You tell yourself, as she feels your chest.

“Don’t move.” she says sternly, “I just want to try something.” She pauses, thinking about her actions. Slowly, she leans in, opening her mouth for a kiss. As if you were on autopilot, you open your mouth instinctively, and the two of you make contact.

It’s a long kiss, a long sensual kiss. It takes a while before your tongues touch each other, and lap up one another. You never imagined in a million years that you would find yourself lasciviously making out with a pony, but you did always wonder what it would be like. Besides, with your parents prattling on about how abnormal it was, you couldn’t help but think about how bad it could have been. Turns out, it's not bad at all. Turns out, it’s actually quite good.

She separates her mouth from yours, and a trail of saliva connects your two mouths together. Neither of you think to wipe it away, instead looking into each other’s eyes, taking in what you just experienced. She moves her tongue around her palate, as if evaluating the aftertaste of that kiss like fine wine. The question on your mind is; will it be perfectly aged, or horrifically spoiled? Painful metaphors aside, she comes up with an opinion.

“Not bad.” she says with a grin, “Let me try again.”

She dives right in, this time with much more force. All you can think about was how amazing of a kisser she is. How could she have NOT had any potential suitors during her time in Trottingham? She was even better than most human women were at this kind of thing! Your hands travel down her back, reaching her shapely rump. You grab onto it, giving it a hard squeeze. She squeals with delight at your very touch. You can feel her grind herself against your crotch, making the eventual erection in your pants hurt like all hell. She stops the kiss and the grind, feeling your length rubbing against her.

“Oh?” she says with curiosity, “Really?” She looks surprised by the fact that you are utterly turned on by this, and so quickly too. “Well, I think I have to do something about this.” She looks at her hooves, then back at you. “Do you mind?” she glances at your crotch, “I don’t have the luxury of fingers.”

In an instant, you move your hands down underneath her breasts, as you reach the zipper. You pull the zipper down, and bring out your erection for some air. She parts her breasts to look at your length sticking straight up in-between her teats. She licks her lips in anticipation, and you feel a warm wetness on your lap. You can take a couple guesses as to what it is, but you’re only going to need one.

“My my my.” she says softly, “I believe it’s time I pay you back for all your help.” She raises herself up, her stomach meeting your face, and breasts heaving on your neck. “You milked me, I suppose it’s only fair that I milk you.” Your eyes widen at that impossibly cheesy yet erotic statement, as she slams herself down on your cock, forcefully invading her hungry moist sex. Perfect aim.

You both gasp in shock upon entry. You cannot believe how tight she is, even with all the wetness you felt on your pants. It’s an indescribably amazing feeling. She chuckles and moans in immense pleasure, feeling every inch of your length inside of her. You both look into each other’s eyes, and slowly, she begins to ride you. Your shaft moving up and down inside of her, slowly thrusting in tune with her grinds.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asks. You nod rapidly. “I bet your folks would be pretty mad, if they found out, wouldn’t they?” You chuckle, as you keep on plunging into her.

Your heavy breathing becomes moans of euphoria, as her grinding become faster, and your thrusts just a little harder. You want to go on longer, but you just can’t. The fact that ninety seconds have passed is amazing enough. You can already feel the pressure building inside of you. Her tight walls clamping down, refusing to let you go. Your moans become louder, and so do hers.

“I-I’m…I’m gonna cum!” you tell her. She doesn’t slow down, she wants you to cum. She wants you to cum hard, and inside. “Oh god!” you shout. You feel like you’re going to explode at any moment. She rides you even harder now. It’s too much to bear. “I..AHHH!” You grab onto her, pulling her in close, as one final thrust is enough to push you over the edge. The dam inside you bursts, and you spurt load after load of your hot cum inside of her. She can only breathe heavily, and giggle, as she feels your seed flow into her. After what feels like a five minute long orgasm, you finally stop.

“I…I’m sorry.” you say to her, “I wanted to go longer. But…”

“Shhh…” she quietly says, caressing your cheek. “Don’t worry about a thing. We haven’t even started yet.” She gets off of you, your length sliding out of her slit, drops of your seed pouring out. She lays down on the couch, spreading her legs, exposing her sex for you. “Now it’s your turn.”

She looks at you with sultry eyes, awaiting your next move. The most obvious thing she wants you to do is eat her out, but you have a better idea. You lean down, past her sticky sex, and grab onto those bountiful mounds just above. She gasps in surprise, as you gently massage her teats. But, that’s not good enough; not for you. Not even close.

Instantly, you wrap your mouth around her left nipple, causing her to moan with pleasure, and you commence sucking the milk out. Though you had drained enough milk from her to stop the pain, there was still plenty to go around. Sweet, sweet liquid shoots out into your mouth, and the taste is mouth-wateringly good the moment it hits your tongue. All you want is more. You alternate between teats, sucking out all the milk, massaging her breasts at the same time. You glance up to look at her, and she’s in absolute heaven.

“Yes…oh yes!” she screams, “Keep going!” You do so. Your member begins to stand at attention yet again, almost ready for another round. Just to sweeten the deal, you insert your fingers into her slick and ready sex. “I can’t believe it! I-I’m gonna cum!” She announces. You continue sucking, moving your fingers inside her slit. “Oh my…nyah!” You have your last suck, when she lets out a powerful orgasmic moan, her walls pouring out a wave of her thick juices. You open your mouth and let it all in, the taste being as sweet as the milk from her teats.

“That was amazing…” she says under her breath. You’re not done yet. You are as rock hard as you have ever been, and there’s something else you want to do.

You unbuckle your pants, and take them off. Now you’re as naked as she is. You position yourself, like you’re about to go missionary on her, but that’s not what you’re doing. Not yet anyway. You place your shaft in between her breasts, and push them around your length. She looks at you with a grin, knowing what you are planning.

“Dirty…” she says slyly, enjoying every moment.

You start thrusting. She moans with every pump you deliver. Her soft mounds, coupled with the sweat she had sustained, make the feeling of her mammaries around your cock astounding. You go faster now, and her moans become more pronounced.

“Sweet Celestia!” she yells, “Why didn’t I think of this before?!”

Suddenly, you stop thrusting. She looks at you in confusion, eyebrow cocked up.

“W-why did you stop?”

Without warning, you pull your shaft from between her breasts, and drive it back into her moist sex, and begin pounding her with all your might. She lays her head down, and screams in pure bliss. She is still incredibly tight, but you are ready for it. You have learned to keep control when inside her.

“Nyah…don’t stop!” she wails. You flip her on her stomach, shaft still inside, and you continue thrusting. You lean down, and kiss her neck. She leans up, and invades your mouth with her tongue. You grab onto her breasts, squeezing them tight, as you continue to pound into her, hammering against her perfectly round plot. You can only hope that any passerby cannot hear what is going on inside the house. You even glance at the window for a brief second. No one and no pony is watching. Good.

“Have you…ah…ever had a-uh…marefriend before?” she manages to get out between moans.

“No-uh! But I’m-ah…warming up to the ide-ah!” You see her smile, glad at what you just said.

“I-I’m cumming again!” she says, “Put me on my back!” she demands of you.

You’re not one to disobey an order, so you flip her onto her back, and you stare into her eyes, as you pump into her further, her breasts heaving up and down during your throes of uncontrollable passion.

“Th-That’s better!” she smiles.

Looking into her eyes, you feel that familiar pressure building up into your loins again. It’s even stronger than before, it’s almost unbearable.

“Y-You’re cumming too, aren’t you?” she asks. You nod. “Let’s do it! The same time! I’m almost there!”

She grabs onto you, wrapping her legs around your hips, shoving your shaft deeper into her, making you barely able to thrust the same as you were before. Your eyes widen as you feel the pressure build up faster now, you fight to keep yourself from cumming; not until after her. She holds onto your face, and brings you in for a nice sensual kiss. That’s enough for the both of you. Her walls clamp down hard onto you, and you explode into her, as her juices soak your cock. You both open your mouths wide, and exhale a loud moan into each other during the longest, hardest orgasm you two have ever experienced. Both of your fluids burst from her parted slit, and pool onto the couch.

Finally, both of you subside, and you lay on top of her, keeping you softening length inside her…just in case she isn’t completely ready to stop. The two of you are drenched in sweat and satisfaction, breathing heavily from everything that you did.

“You know…” she breaks the silence, “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t milk me…and I mean that in a good way.” You chuckle in response. “How long are you planning on staying in Trottingham?”

“A couple days.” you answer, “You caught me while I was looking for a motel.”

“Well…your stuff is already here. How about you stay with me for a little while?” You look up at her. “And…I could use the extra help around the store.” You smile. She smiles. “One condition; you do it the same way we just did, from here on out.”

A perfect compromise.

“I…I guess I could stay in town a little bit longer.” you tell her. The two of you laugh, before going in for another passionate kiss.

Say hello to your new home. You’re going to be living here for quite a long while.

The Morning After

That was one hell of a night, wasn’t it?

When you stepped off that train, and into the town of Trottingham, the last thing that you planned on happening, was encountering an Earth Pony with large mammaries over her nether regions that lactate frequently. Wait, that wasn’t on your mind at all. It wasn’t even a sliver of an idea. But that’s what happened.

Milky Way, the pony in question, was in need of some assistance, and being the good Samaritan that you are, helped her to her home. That was when you discovered her…assets. She unexpectedly asked you to milk her; those engorged teats were the source of her pain, and needed to be emptied. Despite everything that was going through your head, you did. Spending a couple hours with her, getting to know her a little bit, you found that she was a nice pony; very cute too. Easy on the eyes, even with her incredibly strange gift. It might have been her looks that made you so susceptible to her charms, so when she made her admittedly abrupt move on you, you did nothing to stop it.

You could barely contain yourself in this night of passion, if you can call it that. It was more like a night of unchained graphic fornication. As much as you enjoyed yourself, the thought did cross your mind at how fast everything went.

It’s not as if you regretted what happened, but the fact of the matter was, you just met her, and now the two of you have become lovers. An odd development, indeed.

You two didn’t go to bed after you were done with the wild act, instead, you both slept on the couch, with you behind her, arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, like a living body pillow. You didn’t bother putting your clothes back on; feeling her yellow coat against your skin was a comfortable sensation. It was because of that sensation that going to sleep was rather easy for you.

The morning came, and you woke up first. You always wake up rather early, thanks to sleeping in a spot for the sun to hit your eyes. It happens wherever you go; you don’t intentionally sleep in such a spot for the sun to easily hit your eyes, but it comes to pass one way or another. Not even the attractively shapely body of the mare you just spent a crazy night with could shield you from the morning rays.

As your eyes adjust, you let out a massive yawn. The sound of you yawning causes Milky to shift in her sleep, and her eyes slowly open. She lets out a yawn too, only more feminine, and adorable.

“Good morning…” she softly says, as she rubs a hoof along your arm, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. I slept pretty good. How about you?”

“It was amazing.” You can gather she wasn’t talking about the sleep. You respond with a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She giggles at your touch.

“When do you need to be milked?” you ask, the subject was going to come at some point.

“Not for another hour.” she looks down, “Um…” she chuckles, “Your hand is…”

You look down to see your right hand clamped onto one of her teats. You didn’t even realize it until she pointed it out to you. It can be easily surmised that you are…appreciative of her talents. You let go of her, and rest that offending hand on her shoulder. The two of you share a smile.

“Sorry.” you say, blushing.

“It’s okay. I kinda liked it, actually.”

“So…” you change the topic, “Is it okay that I stay here?”

“Of course. Hotels are expensive. Save your money for elsewhere.”

“Do you do this for all the weary travelers that come here?” you smirk.

“Only the ones that are willing to milk me, along with…other pleasures.” she emphasizes those last two words with an air of seduction. You smile at her tone.

The phone in your pants, which are currently on the floor, vibrate. It’s loud enough for the both of you to hear it. Carefully, you reach over her, and grab your pants by the belt, bringing it up to you. Taking the cellphone out, you cannot help but sigh when you see the name on the caller ID.

It’s your Mother.

Seriously, you don’t live with your parents anymore, and they still incessantly call you.

“Shit.” you whisper, before looking at Milky, “Don’t say anything.” She nods her head. You told her the abridged version of your parents thoughts on Human and Pony relationships, so she knows not to cause any trouble. You answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Where have you been?” your Mother snips into your ear. A pleasant wake up call, to be sure. “We’ve been calling your phone for hours!”

“Sorry.” you say, “I was a little…distracted.” you smile at Milky. “The train was running late, and booking the hotel was a pain. When it was all said and done, I just collapsed into bed and fell asleep.”

“That doesn’t sound very tiring.” she says. If only she knew the real story.

“Believe me, Mom. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”

“Well…okayyy…” she trails. She doesn’t quite believe you, but she’s going to have to. “How is Trottingham?”

“It’s very nice. Very rural and peaceful. The folk here are very…welcoming.” You softly kiss Milky on the mane, which she smiles at. “I think I might stay here for a couple weeks, to get a better lay of the land.”

“You aren’t thinking of living there, are you?” she sounds almost judgmental.

“I don’t know. It seems like a nice place.”

“I did some reading on that, and I saw that there is a concentration of Human and Pony relationships going on there.”

Oh boy, here she goes. Mom is once again shoving that religious bullshit down your throat. Best be nonchalant about it.

“I didn’t know that. That’s very interesting.”

“No, it’s not!” She snaps, “That kind of coupling is a slight against god! We were not put on this earth to mate with something of a different species!”

“Yeah…” you rub your eyes in frustration. You have heard this song and dance too many times. “I know, Mom. I get it.”

“Obviously you don’t! I can’t believe you’re being so calm about this! You know what happened when…”

“Okay!” you yell. “You don’t need to bring that up. I remember it all too well.”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling. I’m just…” you sigh, “Look, I had a long night, and I really don’t want to talk about this right now, okay? I’m fine. I’m safe, and I have no intention of sleeping with a pony.” You use all of your will to say that with a straight face, as you wink at Milky.

“Alright. We’re just worried, that’s all.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Listen, I got to get going. I arranged to go on a sightseeing tour, and I can’t be late.”

“Sounds like fun. Take pictures.”

“I will, Mom. And say hi to Dad for me.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You hang up, tossing the phone in annoyance at the rumpled pants, and go back to laying with Milky.

“I take it that didn’t go well?” Milky asks.

“My Mother was trying to tell me the evils of having a relationship with a pony.”

“Suppose it’s out of the question to mention this, huh?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I see.” She sounded disappointed. “Hey, how about after my milking, we go out to breakfast? My treat.”

“That sounds great, but you don’t have to pay for everything.”

“Nonsense, you’re my guest.”

“It’s okay, Milky. I’ll pay for the breakfast. As a…thank you…for letting me stay here for the next couple of weeks.” You take a quick whiff of your armpit, realizing that you hadn’t taken a shower since a couple days ago. You’re even extra smelly now, after last night's…activities. “Do you mind if I take a bath?”

“Of course not. The bathroom is down the hall to the left. You can use my soap, if you hadn’t brought any, yourself.”

“Not to worry, I brought my own. They’re in the suitcase.” you smile.

As much as you liked holding onto Milky, you had to let go at some point. You remove your arms from her, and sit up. As you maneuver around her to get off the couch, you hear a loud gasp coming from her.

There’s something you forgot to hide.

“Oh my, your back…” She sees it, multiple scars on your back. It’s a wound you wish you didn’t have, but fate is a pretty evil bastard at times. She leans up, guiding a hoof on each of your scars, in wonderment about their origins. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

You almost don’t want to tell her the story. She won’t believe it if you did. However, she asked, so you might as well tell her. You take a deep breath, before saying…

“My Dad.”

Another gasp is elected from her. Yeah, that was the reaction you were expecting.

“But…how? Why?”

“It was…over ten years ago…” you turn to her, “I was in middle school at the time. It was one of those schools that allowed both human and pony students. My parents didn’t want me at that school, for obvious reasons, but it was the nearest one in our city. It was a pretty fun school.” you smirk, thinking of the various positive memories you had of that place, “I did well in class, and I had quite a few friends, human and pony alike.”

“Sounds like a good time.” she says, “What happened?”

You grimace, hating this part of the tale.

“There was a girl…actually…there was a mare. Same age as me, very pretty. We were good friends; we hung out a lot during recess, played games, whatnot. Then one day…we kissed by the bleachers. Someone saw us, and told the teacher, who subsequently told our parents. I imagine she got talked to by her parents about the birds and the bees, and all that junk.”

“Why do you only imagine it?”

“Because, I never saw her again. My parents took me out of the school, and enrolled me in a human only school. Of course…” you glance at your back, “That wasn’t all that happened to me. Being an uber-religious house, they saw my actions as a punishable offense. Dad took a metal ruler, and planned to strike me on the back. What he didn’t realize, was that those edges were sharper than a knife. So each hit cut deep into my back. He didn’t fully realize what he had done, until the required ten lashes were finished. By then, the blood rushed out of my back, and I was screaming my head off. We had to lie at the hospital, and say that I fell on a broken mirror on the way home.”

“That’s horrible.” she sympathizes.

“Nothing was really the same with me. They tried to play it off, like it was some kind of bad dream, but I never forgot.”

“You must hate your parents, huh?”

“Hate is a bit of a strong word. They still took care of me, put a roof over my head; gave me food, clothes, money. Supported me when I got a job, moved out, and lived in my very own apartment. But, every time they bring up their religious beliefs, it always reminds me what they did to me. No, I don’t hate them…but I don’t love them, either.” You look back into Milky’s concerned eyes. You conclude the story with a light chuckle, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound like a deadbeat downer, over here.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“You regret asking me?”

“No. Now, I know a little more about you.” she grins, “Go take your bath.”

You nod your head, and go into the hallway. It’s nice to see more of the house, as you are only familiar with the kitchen and living room. Pictures adorn the walls of the way to the bathroom. They are old pictures; dating back to when Milky was only a filly. You looked closely at a few of them, noticing them showing her in happier times with her parents. The pictures stopped when she was a teen, when she started…developing. No images of her in the present with her parents. You feel compelled to ask, but the fear sets in that you might unlock some kind of bad memory. Then again, maybe there are more pictures elsewhere in the house, you don’t know.

The bathroom is pretty standard. A sink, a mirror, a toilet, and a bathtub with a shower-head on the top. It’s nothing spectacular, but bathrooms aren’t meant to be spectacular, they’re meant for getting clean, and dumping your excrement. A shower sounds nice, but you always wanted to try a bath for the longest time. Your bathtub in your apartment was too small for baths, but Milky’s was perfect; you can fit two people in that thing! It’s probably so sizable, because it was specially made for ponies.

You turn on the bathwater, which becomes hot immediately, followed by the soap. It’s all nice an bubbly now, and you step in. You’ve been naked this entire time, so there weren't any pesky clothes getting in the way between the water and you.

The feeling of hot water on your skin is fantastic. You sigh out of relaxation, feeling your eyes become heavy. Nothing wrong with closing them for a quick second…

Knock knock.

You are startled for a spell, looking at the door.

“Come in.” you say, as you collect yourself.

Milky enters the bathroom, holding a towel in her mouth. She looks at you with a giggle, before placing the towel on the toilet.

“Thought you might need a towel, since there’s only one in here, and that’s mine.”

"Oh. Thanks, Milky. I was beginning to doze off there; afraid that I missed your milking.”

“That’s not for another forty-five minutes. Besides, if I needed that, I would have burst in and yelled at you.”

“Really?”

“Nah.” she chuckles, “Well, I won’t bother you any further.” she heads back to the door.

“Milky…?” you call out. She turns. Something is on your mind; something that has been on your mind since you woke up this morning. “If I ask you a personal question, will you get offended?”

“It depends on the question.” she replies.

“Do you...do you like me?”

“Of course I like you.” she seemed surprised by the question, “What an interesting question. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.” you nod with a smirk, “However, that was the warm up question.” She looks at you, preparing herself for the next one. “What is this, exactly?”

“What is what?” she raises an eyebrow.

“What is…” you point to yourself, then to her, “...this?” She still pauses; you aren’t sure if she gets it or not. “Is this a…thing?”

“Is that what they call it nowadays? A thing?” She gets it.

“I wasn’t sure how to word it.”

“Just ask it like it is…’are we a couple?’”

“Okay…are we a couple?”

“I…” she thinks for a moment, “I don’t know, yet. We just met each other, so calling ourselves a couple would be jumping the gun a little bit, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Plus, you’re only going to be here for a couple weeks, so we can’t be a thing, unless we’re officially living together... or dating.”

“You have a point.” your say, eyes lingering down the floor.

“However, I have a question for you, Mister.” You look back up to her. “Do you want to be?”

Now you’re the one that is pausing. You aren’t sure yourself. On the one hand, she’s right. The two of you just met each other. One night of passion isn’t just going to immediately make you two a couple, even if you’re going to be living with her for a bit. On the other…

“Maybe.” you reply, she looks at you with great interest.

“I see. So, you’re willing to risk your life for me?”

“Who’s saying that I’m risking my life?”

“Well, if your parents hit you for kissing a pony, how do you think they’re going to react when they find out you’ve been sleeping with one?”

“They don’t have to know.”

“So we’ll be keeping a secret?”

“For me…yes. Not for you though; you can parade me around town as much as you like. I don’t know anyone, or anypony here. Besides, I’m in my twenties, the worst my parents can do at this point, is look at me with disdain.”

Milky gives a devilish smile; she’s very much liking that idea.

“Hmmm…your proposal is tempting. I always did wonder what having a boyfriend would be like.”

“It probably won’t be much different than having a coltfriend.”

“I already had one of those, wasn’t too great.”

You reach a hand out, and caress Milky’s mane, she coos at the touch.

“So? What do you say?” you ask.

“Ah…” she breathes out, still transfixed by your touch. “I think we can work something out.” She gets closer to you, “I like the way you touch my mane.”

“Do you, now?”

“Yeah…” she glances at the bathtub, “I’m a bit dirty, myself. You think there’s room for one more?”

“I think there is.” you smile.

Milky climbs into the tub. The added body causes the water to rise, spilling over onto the floor. Neither you nor Milky care too much about that. She moves her way to you, straddling you, with her hooves on your chest. Her teats rest on your stomach, bobbing a little in the water. Her intentions are all too noticeable.

“Again?” you ask her, “Aren’t you worried that you might miss your milking?”

“I’ll be quick. Best you do the same.”

“That’s not going to be much of a problem.” you chuckle.

She leans down, kissing you on the neck, and then the lips. It doesn’t take long for your erection to come out to play; you had been fighting it since she came into the room. She gasps, feeling your length brush against her leg.

“That was fast.” she says.

“What can I say? I think you’re attractive.”

Milky doesn’t delay things any further. She lifts herself up a bit, and you put your hands on her hips. Slowly, you bring her down, your shaft making a smooth entrance into her. She moans once it’s fully inside. Gradually, she goes up and down, riding you gently, as the water moves around, splashing out of the tub. The water makes for a fairly decent lubricant, and her breasts bounce up and down, hitting your stomach.

There are no words between you two. This isn’t one of those sessions where you talk dirty, or do any foreplay, this is a quickie, and that’s not a bad thing. She smiles, as her grinding becomes faster, the water becomes waves, and the tension inside you is beginning to grow. So much water is on the floor now, you are certain half the bath has been emptied by your vigorous motions.

You grab onto her rump, squeezing the cheeks and thrust up into her, making the lovemaking rougher and harder. She lifts her head to the ceiling, electing pleasured moans from her mouth. Her inner walls tighten around your shaft, making your thrusts difficult to manage, and the pressure builds even further.

Her yells of ecstasy get even louder, as she suddenly freezes in place, and her walls reach their maximum tightness. She doesn't tell you, but the feeling is familiar. She’s cumming, and with a couple extra thrusts, you cum soon after. You watch her do a few bounces, taking in your seed, and once you are finished, she leans back down, and kisses you again.

“You know…” you say, “This might have been counterproductive to the whole ‘getting cleaned’ thing.” The two of you share a laugh.

“You’re right, but it was worth it.”

Time passes, and the two of you are cleaned up, with you being fully dressed. You also use the last few minutes to dry up the bathroom. It wasn't easy getting out of the tub. The soapy water didn't do any favors for the floor, causing a couple close calls. The clock hits the hour where she needed to be milked, and you grab the bucket from the kitchen, ready to go. The milking this time is less frenzied than the last one, since she wasn’t collapsed in pain. Actually, it was quite pleasant…as pleasant as milking a milkmare can be. You make occasional glances to her, and see her smiling down on you as you finish up.

“How does it taste?” she asks.

You grab a small cup, and taste a sample. It’s just as good as it was last night.

“It’s great.” you say with a milk mustache. She laughs at the sight, using a hoof to wipe the mustache away. She licks the milk from her hoof, doing her own taste test.

“You're right, that is good. Put a lid on it, and place it in the fridge. I’ll bring it to my dairy later, after breakfast.”

“Done and done." You go into the kitchen, where the lids are under the silverware. You put the lid on, and put it in the refrigerator, where other buckets of milks are waiting. "So, Milky. Where would you like to go to eat?”

“Only my favorite place in all of Equestria.”

You sit at a table in the restaurant known as ITROT, which you are told has the best pancakes Equestria has to offer. You’ve heard of this place, but you’ve never eaten there, much less be sitting inside one. It’s a nice place, lots of ponies and humans alike, chowing down on pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Milky comes cantering out of the bathroom, and sits down across from you. She looks down at her menu.

“What looks good to you?”

“I don’t know. What do you usually have?”

“I usually have three buttermilk pancakes, with a side of oatmeal and scrambled eggs.”

“Sounds pretty good.” you look down at the menu, “I see they serve bacon and sausage here.”

“Yeah, that’s mainly for you humans. We ponies don’t normally enjoy the taste of meat, but hey, as long as you’re not eating us, that’s fine by me.”

“Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of eating you.”

“Oh. You don’t want to eat me, huh?” she says with a sly tone, obviously pulling a double entendre. You catch on quickly, and give her a smirk.

“Isn’t this a family place?”

“Nopony heard me.” she assures you, “It’s all a good bit of fun.”

The human Waitress comes by. Liking to know who is serving you, you take a quick look at her name tag. Her name tag says Jill.

“Good morning, Milky Way." Jill greets, happy to see Milky, "How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great Jill, thanks. How are the kids?”

“Oh, little devils are causing trouble at school again.”

“Boys will be boys, I guess.”

Jill looks over at you, and seems surprised and intrigued by your presence.

“And who is this fellow, Milky?”

You formally introduce yourself, and so does she. You politely shake her hand. She looks back at Milky.

“Milky Way, you find yourself a boyfriend?”

Milky blushes, looking straight at you with a smile.

“Maybe. He just came into town yesterday, and I’m letting him stay at the house.”

“I see…” she looks to you, “And just how did you come to meet little miss Milky Way, here?”

“I, uh…was walking into town, when I saw that she was in pain.”

“I missed the deadline for my milking.”

“Milky!” she sounds disappointed in her, “Now, you know better than to go outside without doing your scheduled milking first!”

“I thought I had time. Luckily, this human here took me back to my place, and helped me out. One thing led to another and…”

“Milky!” you interrupt her, before she went too far in her description of the events.

“What? You said I can parade you around, if I wanted to.”

She’s right, but you still blush in embarrassment. Jill notices the red on your face and smiles.

“Aww…well ain’t that sweet? I like him, Milky. Much better than that jerk of a stallion those years back.”

“What?” your interest piqued.

“Jill…not right now, okay?” Milky seemed to actively avoid that topic. You can see the worry in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” she gets her notepad out for the order, “What would you two like?”

“I’m still deciding, so I just want a glass of water.” she says.

“I’ll have an ice tea.” you tell her
.

“Okay, one water and ice tea, coming up.” Jill walks away.

You continue to look at Milky. That topic of this mysterious stallion has gotten your attention. Milky looks up, noticing you looking at her; She glances around the restaurant, before shrugging her shoulders in confusion.

“What?”

“Tell me a little about this 'jerk stallion.'”

“Can we not talk about this?” she sounds annoyed by your request.

“Hey, I told you about my parents. I don't tell anyone about my parents.”

Milky puts down the menu, sighing in reluctance. It takes her a bit to compose herself for the story. The drinks arrived, and still neither of you knew what you two wanted to eat, so Jill left again.

“I had a coltfriend a couple years ago, and he was a jerk to me, okay?”

“That seriously can’t be it. You paused for that two second story?”

“Fine.” She seemed annoyed, “He started off as a nice stallion. Very nice actually, said that he would always be there for me. He moved into my place, and things were pretty steady. Then, he got sick of the routine. Felt that spending time milking me was too much of a hassle; wanted to hang out with his friends more. He started to ignore me, and then he started drinking. Then came the nights when he…” she pauses, “when he hurt me…”

“Milky…” you say softly, putting a hand on her hoof, “He hit you?”

“No, nothing like that. Celestia knows he tried, but I was a good dodger, even though I don’t look it. But, he said things, hurtful things. I’d rather not repeat those. So, I kicked him out of the house, and I never saw him again.” Once the story was out in the open, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Still, he was the only pony who showed any interest in me. Tried to get back into dating again, but there weren’t any takers.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Well, I don’t have to worry about that, for the time being.” she looks down at your caring hand, “You can let me go, now.” she smirks.

“Sorry.” you let go, bringing the hand back to your menu.

“It’s okay. Hadn’t seen you so concerned, though. It’s cute.”

“I don’t like imagining ponies getting hurt.”

“Aren’t you a big softie?”

“Don’t tease.” you chortle, “A cutie like you, getting beat up? That would make my blood boil!”

“Good to know, next time some stallion or human tries to harass me at the shop.”

“Does it happen often?”

“Not as often as you’d think, but there are some that like to ogle my behind, or offer me bits so they can ‘drink from the tap’, if you know what I mean.” Very crude, but you both still chuckle at that thought. “You being there certainly would help. Anybody or anypony get out of line, and you can kick their flanks out.”

“Consider it done.”

The two of you look upon one another with a bit of admiration. Your heart flutters at her smiling face. You two then clear your throats, before going back to the menu.

“You decided on what you want, yet?” she asks.

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”

Milky's Way

You’ve never eaten at ITROT before, but after that meal, you couldn’t wait to go again. Strawberry banana pancakes, and a nice helping of scrambled eggs with a side of bacon? Delicious. Milky had more traditional pancakes, with a cup of coffee to drink, once she was finished with her water. You weren’t much of a coffee person, didn’t like the taste too much. Ironically though, you did like coffee ice cream, or blended Frappuccino’s, but coffee on its own never appealed to you.

True to your word, you paid for breakfast, despite Milky’s insistence that she’d pay for it. You couldn’t stop her from paying the tip, though. There was no fighting her on that one.

The two of you walk out of the restaurant, with you slapping your stomach in approval at the delicious meal.

“Wow, that was really good.” you say. Milky looks pleased.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” she says, “There are plenty of good places around Trottingham, but that is my favorite.” She gestures you to follow her. “Come on, it’s almost time for work.”

You follow her to the center of town, where her dairy market, Milky’s Way, stands tall and proud. There is already a line of eager ponies and humans, waiting to buy some of Milky’s tasty milk. The sign is a rather adorable set up, with an animatronic image of Milky Way drinking a glass of milk, brandishing a milk mustache. That thing must have cost a fortune of bits. You smile, as the two of you walk past the line, the cheers of the line can be heard, as you near closer to the door.

She unlocks the door long enough for you to go inside. She locks it again, preparing herself for the crowd.

“Your store sure attracts quite the crowd.” you say.

“It’s usually like this in the mornings, but business slows down after an hour or two.” Milky explains, as she looks at the batch of milk cartons in the fridge, making sure they are good. “Don’t expect it to be like this all the time, though.”

“Are you sure that there’s nopony out there interested in you?”

“Oh please.” she rolls her eyes, “The only thing they are interested in is my milk, not the pony that made them. And when they are interested in the pony that made them, it’s because of these…” she bops one of her teats, “…rather than my charming personality.”

“Those assholes.” you say with a smile, “Your personality is the best part about you.”

“Yeah, you say that, but I know your game, Mister.” she jokingly says, “Now, you better get ready, I’m about to let them in, and it’ll be your job to control them.”

You take a quick look around the store. There’s not enough room to let them all in at once. You make a mental order in your head to let a certain number in. Five ought to do it. You nod to yourself, ready to go.

Milky opens the door, and you get to work.

Once five got inside, you hold the rest back, telling them that you didn’t want them crowding the store. Waves of groans hit you hard, but that was to be expected. Once the five left with their purchases, you let five more in.

The process continued on, until the crowd became less anxious, adhering to the new rules of the store. No longer did you have to hold them back; they just stood there, waiting for their eventual turn. You make occasional glances back at Milky, who is appreciative of your moderation systems, grinning your way whenever she made eye contact with you. This is easier than you initially thought.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.” one pony says as he walks in the store. Milky rolls her eyes at this colt. This isn’t the first time she’s seen him.

“For the last time, no.” she grumbles. “Now, get a bottle like everyone else.”

“Come on, Sugar.” he plunks down a bag of bits. “Just one little taste from those supple looking tits.”

You couldn’t ignore that any further. It was Milky’s scoff, combined with that colt’s rude language, which made you finally turn around, and grab the bastard by the ear.

“Hey! Watch the ear!” says the colt.

“Come back when you behave yourself!” you push him out of the store, throwing the bag of bits back in his face. The crowd laughs as the colt scampers off with a whimper and his tail between his legs. You turn to see Milky breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thanks.” Milky says with gratefulness, “It would have taken him forever to go, if you weren’t here.”

“Who the hell was he?” you ask.

“Those guys I told you about; the ones that that want to drink from the tap? That’s one of them.”

“One?” you chuckle in disbelief, “How many others are there?”

“Three…no wait…five…including a human.”

“Holy lord…” you say under your breath.

“They don’t all come here at once. Maybe like once or twice a week, at best. It’s not that big of a deal. Don’t worry so much.”

The two of you continue on with business. Eventually, the crowd begins to die down a little bit after about a half hour. It was a pretty long line out there, not including some stragglers as the store opened. Aside from that one little mishap with the perverted pony, things seemed to be moving along nicely.

Afternoon approaches, and you see Milky shifting around at the counter. A look of discomfort falls on her face.

“Are you okay?” you ask her.

“Y-yeah. I’m just…getting close.”

“Oh!” you get it quickly. Looking at your watch, you notice that it’s a little bit past the time of her milking. You look back outside. There’s more than five more customers left. “Will you be able to hold out?”

“Piece of cake.” she gives you a smile, “Let the rest in. It’ll make things go faster.”

You agree with her. You open the door up, allowing anypony waiting outside to come inside. There were actually about ten others waiting; they all come in to get what they wanted. All in all, more than sixty people and ponies showed up in the two and a half hours the store spent open. You were amazed that Milky had so much stock. It really was true; she can produce a hell of a lot of milk in a day’s time.

Once the last customer walked out the door, Milky galloped into the back room. Courteously, you lock the front door, flipping the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’.

You walk into the back, it’s a dim room; all the windows are boarded up. Luckily, there’s a light switch by the door. You flip it, and you can see everything now. It’s a storage room, packed with refrigerators of milk; keeping everything nice and fresh. It’s also startlingly cold in there, compared to the warm outside of the store.

There’s no time for dwelling on this any further, as Milky is waiting rather impatiently for you. From the look on her face, she’s about to burst at any moment.

“The bucket…” she says weakly. “It’s right next to you.”

You grab the nearby bucket, and once you get to her, you commence with the milking right away. Like the day before, each jet of milk makes her voice less stressed, more calm, breathing one sigh of comfort after another. Honestly, you have no idea why the other guy before you got sick of this. Gives you something to do: not to mention that it makes you feel rather important.

“Getting sick of it, yet?” she asks.

“Are you kidding? Heck no. This is the best part of my day!”

“You’re a cheeky one.” she catches on to your jesting.

“Okay, it might not really be the BEST part of the day, but it’s certainly not the worst either. I think that colt back there took the cake with that.”

“Careful, now.” she grins, “You’re starting to sound like an over-protective boyfriend.”

“Don’t lie. You liked it when I kicked that colt out the store.”

“Yeah…that’s true.” The two of you share a laugh.

“So, if I wasn’t here…how exactly would you milk yourself?”

“Well…” she giggles, “I would press down really hard on my nipples, but I would have to aim the bursts very carefully, so I wouldn’t get any on the ground. I got the technique down rather well.”

“You never thought of getting some kind of milking machine?”

“Don’t tell me that you WANT your job taken away already?” she jokes.

“No Ma’am…” you smirk, “I was merely curious.” You take note of the covered up windows in the room. “Why are all the windows boarded up in here?”

“Keeps the cold from escaping. Plus, it also keeps the less desirable customers from sneaking a peek at the milking process.”

“Right, I remember you telling me you had to milk yourself in the middle of town, one day. I bet they got a good look at that.”

“Unfortunately.” she grimaces, thinking back on that incident. “Not my proudest moment.”

You finish with the milking. The bucket is all full of the tasty substance. She smiles, and so do you.

“There. All done.” you say with a sense of accomplishment.

“Give it a taste.”

You grab a cup, get yourself a nice helping, and down it quickly. Yep, still mighty tasty. You let you a satisfied sigh, which makes her chortle with amusement.

“Still got it.” you say, “I suppose I’ll be your official taste tester, for the next couple weeks.”

“Seems like a good idea to me.” She grins, and giggles, “You got yourself a mustache there, again.”

“Woops.” you scramble through your pockets for a napkin. There are none. “You got a napkin, by any chance?”

“No, but I have something better…” she says. She leans down, sticks out her tongue, and gives your mouth a slow, sensual lick, lapping up every drop of stray milk on your lips. You can’t help but pause in complete shock…and more than a little bit of arousal, as she cleans your lips. Once she is done, she leans back, taking in the taste. “You’re right…” she says, “It’s still good.”

You’re still utterly frozen.

“Uh…I…uh…” you stammer, red flushing your cheeks. It’s easy to tell that she notices your flustered look. “I…I’ll go put this away.” You put a lid on the bucket, and place it in a free spot in one of the refrigerators. You pause for several seconds, regaining your composure.

“I take it you liked that?” she says with a grin.

“Oh yeah, I definitely liked that.” You pause for several more seconds. Finally, you’re back to normal. “Hey Milky, I was wondering...”

“No, we’re not going to do it during work hours.”

“Umm…no…but good guess on the question, though.” you chuckle, “I was actually wondering…what happens if I feed you chocolate?”

Milky suddenly bursts out laughing. She could see the implications of that question coming a mile away.

“You’re asking if I can make chocolate milk?” she continues laughing, “Like I’ve never heard that one before!” You’ve never heard her laugh like that. It’s pretty adorable, really. It takes her a bit to pull herself together, before replying “No, believe me, I’ve tried. Unfortunately, I just have to make chocolate milk the old fashioned way.” She points to a shelf full of chocolate syrup, made especially for such occasions.

“Silly me…” you say, embarrassed, “Sorry about that.”

“About what? It’s an honest question. One would think a mare like me would be able to produce chocolate milk, if fed chocolate. Alas, it’s not meant to be. Do you think less of me?” she says with a hint of playfulness.

“Not at all. I am curious though…” she leans in to listen closely to your incoming question, “On holidays, can you make eggnog?”

“That I can do.”

“Really?”

“No.” she laughs again. “You’re a funny guy.”

“Glad somepony thinks so.” you say, “So, do we go back out there?”

“To work? No. We’re done.”

“Seriously? It’s like two o'clock in the afternoon!” you look down at your watch.

“After the rush, nopony and nobody comes to the store. Not even at night. Never saw the point in keeping a store open, if no one is going to show up, right?”

“I suppose so.” you nod, “What do you want to do now?”

“I believe you told your parents that you were going on a sightseeing tour.” she smirks, “Allow me to be your guide.”

For the rest of the day, Milky gives you your own personal tour of Trottingham. She knew all about the history of the place, from every building, to every road, she was extremely knowledgeable. Quite a smart mare, this one.

She takes you to Trottingham Castle, a beautiful piece of architecture. You manage to snag a few pictures inside, before some hard-ass security guard threatened to take your camera-phone away. You then traveled to the large marketplace in town, where the two of you got a bite to eat, and a few souvenirs to take back to your folks. A snowglobe seemed like a nice gift for them; they couldn’t get enough of their snowglobes.

Milky takes you to Wollaton Hall, a massive five hundred acre piece of architecture. Inside was packed with lush, beautiful paintings, and expensive looking furniture. A few more pictures for the phone, and another super serious Guard later, and the two of you were on your way out fairly quickly.

It wasn’t all seriousness though, Milky took many opportunities to photobomb you every chance she got. Half the time, she would pop out, making silly faces, forcing you to take another picture. It was all in good fun, though. You saved one picture of her; when she gave you a pretty smile in front of the castle. You made a note to not send that one to your parents, or else…you know.

The sun begins to set, and Milky takes you to one last place; a grassy hill overlooking the town. It was a marvelous sight, you could see everything, from Milky’s store, and her house, to the various landmarks. You sit down, just as you send the picture files to your parents.

"Thanks for the tour, Milky. I think they'll really like the pictures."

"I'm glad to be of help."

She sits down right next to you, gradually inching closer to you, till she's literally shoulder to shoulder with you.

“What do you think of the view?” she wonders, “Impressed?”

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous, but what are we doing up here?” you ask, “It’s going to get dark soon.”

“I normally like coming up here when the sun goes down. My favorite part comes soon after that.”

“Which is?”

“The moon rising.”

“I see.” you nod. She can see the look in your eyes, widening her own in confusion.

“Wait, you’ve never seen the moonrise before, have you?”

“Can’t say that I have.” you admit, “Never really bothered to look.”

“Well, I never…” she pouts, “Looks like you need a bit of a lesson! The moonrise is the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see! Princess Luna does it best.”

“Oh right, because Celestia did it before, right?”

“Exactly. Once Luna came back, the rising of the moon has been so wonderful. You’ll die when you see it!”

“I hope not. I plan to live a little longer.”

“You know what I mean.” she prods your arm with a chuckle.

The two of you wait for a little longer. The stars begin to appear, lighting the night sky. She puts a hoof on your hand, signaling that the moon will be arriving soon.

Then…you see it.

The moon, big and bright, emerging from the corner of the earth, moving upwards into the sky. Your eyes gaze upon the utter majesty of the whole thing, and your mouth agape at it all. Instinctively, you grab onto Milky’s hoof, giving it a tight squeeze. Honestly, you’ve never seen anything like it before.

“Was I right? Or, was I right?” she says with confidence.

“Oh yeah, you were so right.” you continue watching. “I can’t believe it, it’s just so…” you remove your gaze from the moon to look at Milky. You find yourself looking deep into her eyes, watching how they sparkle in the moonlight. It’s captivating, giving you a great moment of pause. It takes a while for you to talk again, saying “…beautiful.”

Milky blushes. At this point…you’re not talking about the moon anymore.

You put a hand on her cheek, slowly caressing it, before moving forward, locking lips with her for a soft, romantic kiss. It was nothing like the kiss from last night, which was more animalistic, but this was something that one would give to a loved one. Your lips part from her, and the two of you look back at one another.

“That was weird, wasn’t it?” you ask. You look away from her, removing your hand from her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“What? What are you sorry about?”

“We didn’t agree if this was a thing or not, and the way that I kissed you…”

“Hey, there’s no need to fret. I liked it. It was very sweet of you to do.”

You look back to her smiling face. She didn’t seem the least bit offended at the way you kissed her. Still, a blush adorns your face.

“Have you decided if this is a thing or not?” you ask her, wondering just where this relationship is going.

“I’m still not sure yet.” she replies, “I'll let you know, when I eventually figure it out.”

“So, until then…we’re just friends…with benefits?” you smirk, so does she.

“It sure looks that way, doesn’t it? Think you can deal with that?”

“Yeah…” you chuckle, “I think I can.”

The two of you go back home. It’s getting late, and it’s time for bed. Unlike last night, you plan on sleeping with your clothes on. Lucky for you, you packed some comfortable fleece pajamas, as Trottingham does get rather cold in the nights. As you approach the couch…

“Hey…” Milky calls out, “What are you doing?”

“Going to sleep on the couch.”

“Nonsense, you’re sleeping with me.”

“Is that alright? Is the bed big enough?”

“You calling me fat?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Actually, I’m referring to myself.” Your eyes look at her shapely body, “I would never call you fat. You have a great body!”

“Flattery gets you everywhere with me.” she says coyly. “Let’s go, smooth talker.”

She brings you into her bedroom. It’s a roomy and very homely bedroom, with a giant bed. Once again, it looks like it was made specifically for ponies, so the prospect of fitting both of you is looking rather good. She gets in first, moving the sheets on top of her. She puts a hoof on what will be your side of the bed, beckoning you to get in.

Without another moment of hesitation, you do so. It’s very comfortable; you could almost fall asleep right then and there. You lay your head down on the pillow, turning it to Milky, giving you a look as to wonder just what you think of her bed. You nod in approval, and she smiles.

Suddenly, she moves her way over to your side, and starts kissing your cheeks, making her way to your lips. It’s quite obvious that she is preparing herself for another night of crazy antics. Unfortunately, as much as you would love to do so, you just can’t. You put a hand on her shoulder, trying to talk to her in between lip locks, but all that comes out is a series of muffled words that can barely form a coherent sentence. One word catches her attention…

“Stop.” you say. She does so.

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just…any other night, I would love to, but I’m really tired.”

“Oh.” she sounds disappointed.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” you assure her, “Anything you want, I’ll do.” You see her ears perk up. She’s liking this idea.

“Really? Anything?”

“Anything.”

She thinks for a moment.

“Okay. But don’t chicken out on me, okay?” she sounds serious. You nod. “Okay then…” she brings her head down, resting it on your shoulder. Her forelegs move to your chest, bringing you in for an embrace. “I hope you don’t mind if I do this, then.”

“Not at all. I quite like it.” your eyes are getting heavy, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yep. Same time. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“You know…” you yawn, “...I won’t…” you close your eyes slowly, “Good night, Milky.”

“Good night.” she whispers in your ear. “Sweet dreams.”

You fall asleep.

Milky watches her human companion fall asleep. He drifts off into dreamland faster than most beings that she had known in her life. Carefully, she sits up, studying him as she moves. She caresses his chest gently, moving the hoof up to his face. She leans down, giving his lips a soft kiss. Though he’s asleep, his lips part on reflex. Once she separates herself from him, she looks at him even further.

Slowly, she gets out of bed, and onto the floor. With great care to each step, she walks to the bathroom in the hall, closing the door silently.

Turning on the light, she inches over to the mirror, examining her face, before sighing to herself.

“What’s the matter with you?” she quietly asks her own reflection, “You can’t be feeling this way after only 36 hours of knowing him. It’s crazy!” She looks back at the door, thinking of him in her bed, sleeping comfortably.

“Still, he seems to like you.” she thinks to herself.

“I don’t know if this can work. You heard what he said about his parents. If I make him stay here, he’ll have to tell them the truth, and who knows what they’ll do to him.”

“He’s a grown man. What can they do to him that they already haven’t? Just tell him that you want to be a couple. He probably wants the same thing. He’s practically asking for it!”

“I know. I just feel like it would be rushing into things.”

“Come on, Milky. You made love with him after only hours of meeting him.”

“’Made love’ is a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?”

“I was being modest. Still, how long has it been, since you had someone in your life?”

“Too long.” she freely admits, “There’s something about him, though. Something that makes me feel…wanted.” she sighs in frustration. “What the hay do I do?”

“I wish I could tell you.”

“You’re my brain. You have to tell me.”

“Just do what you think is best. If you want to take the next step, go ahead. If you want to wait and see how this plays out…you can do that too.”

Milky continues to look at herself in the mirror, thinking about what to do. She likes him, she likes him a lot, actually. He’s a nice, charming, kind individual with a sense of humor. Very surprising, considering what he told her about his upbringing. Trauma like that could wreck a weaker person, but he stayed strong, and she finds that admirable. On the one hoof, there’s nothing wrong with starting a relationship with him, on the other, she still fears that she might be moving too fast.

“Two weeks…” she says, “I’ll figure it out after two weeks. If I want him to stay, I’ll tell him.”

She goes back to bed, as silent as ever. She gets back under the covers, and turns her back to him, preparing to fall asleep. She then feels him shift his way to her, his chest pressed against her back, hands moving around her waist, pulling her in. He doesn’t say anything; she’s not even sure if he’s awake, but it elicits a gasp from her nevertheless. She can hear him sleep; no words come from his mouth. She can feel his warm breath against her shoulder, finding the sensation soothing. It’s enough to make her close her eyes, letting the sweet feeling of sleep take hold of her.

Soon, she’s out like a light.

You open your eyes. You look down at her sleeping body; watching her breathe softly as she rests. You move your hands up to her chest, feeling her coat against your fingers. You want to tell her; you want to man up, and say that you want to start a relationship with her. Damn the fact that you essentially just met her! However, the way that she appears to avoid the topic brings worry to you. Maybe she doesn’t want a full on relationship. Maybe the fact that you are only staying for a couple weeks is scaring her off.

What if you stayed longer? What if you stayed forever? Who cares about your parents? It’s what makes you happy, right?

Still, you can’t just tell her that you want to stay longer so soon; she’d freak out! There’s something about her, though. Something that you can’t quite explain. Maybe she would be open to being your marefriend, she was the first to bring it up, anyway. But, that doubt still invades your mind like a virus.

Two weeks. Give it two weeks. If you feel the same way about her, that you do right now, you are free to tell her. Who knows? Maybe she’ll want the same thing.

Really though, you should get some sleep.

An Unexpected Reunion

A week has gone by, since you became a temporary resident of Trottingham, living with the mare known as Milky Way. Being that you only packed for a weekend trip, you had to go out to the market to buy some extra shirts, socks, and underwear for the rest of your stay. You’re still enjoying the sights and sounds of the town, going to new places, and trying new foods, as you spend quality time with the Milkmare.

As for Milky herself, she has been as good a friend as ever, as good as a friend with benefits can be. You still aren’t sure if you want to tell her how you really feel about her; you hoped that extra time with her would decrease your ultimate feelings for her, but it has only made them stronger. Deep down, you feel that you were meant to meet her, that she would be the one to give you the courage to tell your parents to shove their beliefs up their snide asses, and spend your days with her. However, she seems content with just being your buddy, never really giving you any sort of romantic gestures, such as gifts, hugs, and the classic bedroom eyes. You catch her giving you an oddly sentimental look every now and again, but she breaks eye contact with you quickly, and looks at something else.

Maybe there’s still some shred of hope.

Sex with her has been mostly on the casual side, just wanting it when you two are in the mood, and going through with it. You try to give her subtle hints, like being gentle with her, or playing with her erogenous zones. Nibbling her ears and rubbing her stomach have proved to be the most fruitful in getting a pleasured reaction out of her, aside from the whole intercourse part of it. However, most of the time, she had dispensed with the foreplay, and gone to the main event almost immediately. It’s a shame too; you still wonder what it would be like making love with her, rather than just full on fucking.

Those pictures you sent to your parents proved to be successful…to a point. In your distraction in Milky preparing to show you the glory that was the moon rising, you did accidentally send a pic featuring Milky photobombing your attempt at taking a photo of a really nice chandelier. Luckily for you, her…assets weren’t in the picture, giving you a small moment of relief, but your Father still called you, asking who she was, in that not-so-loveable condescending tone of his. You told him that Milky was a friend you made in town, nothing more; something that still didn’t calm your Father down, but he at least wasn’t yelling at you with his bible thumping antics, telling you the evils of a physical relationship. While he’s right in suspecting you, it feels like you can’t have any sort of Pony friends.

Really though, can’t you ever just have a NICE conversation with your parents once in awhile? That would be pretty sweet.

It’s Sunday morning, and you are up early. Just to do something nice for Milky, you decide to make breakfast for her. She loved those pancakes over at ITROT, so you might as well give a shot at making them…and costing less money too. You prepare with the necessary ingredients, thanks to the internet on your phone, when you realize that you don’t have enough eggs, fruit, or flour. But you do have enough milk and butter, that should be a given.

Milky comes out of the hallway, but something appears off about her. She’s breathing a little heavier, and sounds more strained. This catches your attention immediately.

“Milky? Are you alright?” you ask.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” she trembles.

You don’t believe her. You’ve never seen her like this in the mornings. She stumbles around every now and again, but that’s likely out of grogginess more than anything. Plus, the way she is looking at you right now, seems to suggest that she wants to do something with you…or to you.

“Are you sure?” you keep questioning her, “You look rather…frazzled today.”

“I-It’s okay. I’ll be alright.”

“Okay…” you raise an eyebrow, “I’m going to go down to the store for a quick second.”

“H-How come?”

“I want to make you breakfast, but I need to get some ingredients.”

“O-Oh…” she blushes rather heavily, “Y-You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to. I feel like doing something nice for you.” you grab your coat. “I’ll see you in five minutes, tops. I’ll be back in time for the milking, don’t worry.”

You approach her, wondering just what to do when saying goodbye to her. Do you kiss her? She ain’t your wife. Do you hug her? No, too awkward. You settle on it; you pop a kiss on her forehead, which emits a soft moan from her, which makes you pause for a second, before walking out the door.

One of the many great things about Trottingham is that the market always has what you want. The stores back where you live were more of a 50/50 shot, but here, no matter how busy it got, the items you need go back in stock the instant they disappear. You grab the necessary items, pay for them, and it’s back to Milky’s you go. Checking your watch, you were only out for a little over five minutes. Milky’s milking isn’t for another fifteen minutes, so you have plenty of time to spare, when you get home.

You walk through the door, bags in hand, ready to go to the kitchen.

“Milky? I’m home.”

No answer. Instead, you hear her moan coming from the kitchen. Worried something is wrong, you put down your bags, and run to the kitchen. You find her hunched on the floor, shaking like she is freezing cold. You kneel down to her, putting a caring hand on her shoulder. She flinches at your touch.

“Milky? What’s wrong?”

She looks up at you; her eyes sparkle in the light on the ceiling fan. She opens her mouth, like she wants to say something, but all that comes out is incomprehensible gasps for air.

“Did I miss your milking? I’m sorry; I thought I wasn’t out there for that long.”

She shakes her head. You are getting increasingly lost here. Just what is the matter with her?

“I…I need….” she pants.

“What? What do you need?”

“I…I….”

“Milky. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Saying that suddenly flips a switch in her head, as she grabs onto you, and drives her tongue into your mouth, making out with you like nopony’s business. You are shocked, wide eyed, and digging the hell out of it. You move you hand from her shoulder down her still wondrously delectable body, onto her waist. You pull her in, pressing her and her mammaries against you.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask. Though you love it, the thought does cross your mind.

“Put me on the table.” she demands of you. You lift her up, and place her on the table. “On my back.” she demands again. You do so. She spreads her legs in front of you, showing in all her glory, her dripping wet and slightly swollen marehood. Your mouth nearly falls from your jaw as you look at it; she is primed and ready to go.

“Milky…are you…”

“Do it!” she says, again belting out an aggressive tone.

“I don’t know about this. You’re so close to your milking…”

“I don’t care!” she yells, “I’m about to lose my mind!”

Not one to leave her to insanity, you unbuckle your pants, and drop them and your trousers to the floor. Truly, you were ready to go the moment she had her tongue invading your mouth. You guide your shaft to her hungry slit, pressing the tip against her entrance. Already, she is running wild by the mere touch on your length, biting down on her hoof in ecstasy. At this moment, you can take a guess as to what is happening to her.

“DO IT!” she yells again.

Looks like your plans at gently making love to her are going to have to wait.

You thrust hard into her marehood, and she screams with joy and pleasure. You, on the other hand are in total shock. Milky has always been a tight fit, but now, in her current condition, she is tighter than ever, clamping down on you like a vice. A small burst of milk shoots from her left breast, splattering on your shirt, and catching you off guard.

“Your milk…” you begin to say.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” she shouts.

You try your normal thrusts, like you always do, but it is difficult. You are getting by, but if she doesn’t loosen up, you’re going to finish long before she does. As for her, she’s in heaven; her breasts heaving back and forth as you plow into her, her moaning uncontrollable and loud. Watching her move and moan is driving you crazy, making the pressure within you start to rear its ugly head. You have to get your mind off her sexy gyrating body, looking up at the ceiling as you pound away.

It works, but only for a little bit. Her pleasured screams flow into your ears, and you find yourself being drawn back to her body, and bouncing teats. You are trying your best not to finish.

“Milky…” you gasp, “I…I’m getting close.”

“No!” she leans up, putting a hoof around your neck. She bounces up and down on your shaft, looking deep into your eyes. “Not yet…I’m almost there….” she whispers.

“You’re…too…tight…” you grit your teeth. Her glistening, sensual eyes are making you even harder than you already are.

“Fight it.” she says, “Fight through it! Don’t you dare finish before me!” You aren’t sure what to think of this more aggressive Milky Way, but none of the thoughts entering your head are anything close to bad.

She leans her head back, as she moans towards the ceiling, continuing to ride you. The table shakes hard, the bowl you placed there in the morning falls to the floor, shattering. The bottle of milk, and small tub of butter follow suit, with the bottle also breaking upon impact to the floor.

Your valiant attempts to not cum are becoming more and more futile. Then, you hear it; the magic words.

“I’m gonna cum!” she shouts.

She lets go of you, putting her back on the table, as you thrust harder and faster into her, the inner walls becoming slicker, yet tighter. You are deep into her, putting your entire length inside of her. You are just seconds away from bursting inside of her, you can hardly take it much longer.

“Milky…” you grab her legs, using them to thrust yourself even further into her. "I..."

Before you can say anything else, she slams her head down on the table shouting your name to the heavens, in a wave of sexual energy. She freezes in place, and her moist inner walls practically crush your shaft.

In that instant, you let out one final moan, shooting your multiple strands of seed inside of her, as her fluids cover every inch of your length with satisfaction, pouring out of her, and dripping onto the floor.

That’s not all that happened, though.

As the two of you cum, a massive jet of milk shoots out of her teats, making you, the floor, and a couple of the walls soaked in her dairy goodness. You don’t move, you barely even breathe, still filling her up with your hot seed, allowing her milk to bathe your shirt, your hair, and your pants to the point of absolute milky wetness.

Within what felt like minutes, the both of you are able to breathe again, panting hard with such satisfaction. If either of you took up smoking, this would be the part where you take out two cigarettes, light them both up, and hand one to her. Though abruptly starting, and ending with your clothes soaked in milk, this really was the best you’ve had; second to the first time you became…intimate with her.

Milky breathes heavily, putting a foreleg over her eyes, basking in the glory and exhaustion that was the sex you two just had. You pull out of her, letting your seed and her fluids leak out, and drip onto the pool of milk beneath you. You lick your lips, lapping up any milk that you can taste. Sure enough, it’s still good.

“Thank you…” she says, “Thank you…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?” you ask. You figured it out the moment you saw her marehood. You’ve taken a sex education class back in school. You even had to watch a video on the so called miracle of child/foalbirth. You and everyone else in the class were horrified.

Back to the topic at hand, though…

“I…” she thinks, “I didn’t know what to say.”

“All you had to say was ‘Hey, I’m in heat, let’s fuck.’” you say with such frankness, she giggles, and soon bursts with laughter. You laugh along with her. “I mean, is that so hard?”

“When you put it like that, yeah! I don’t say stuff like that! It would be weird!”

“Give it a try.”

She sighs, but allows herself to give it a try.

“I’m in heat, let’s…..fuck?”

“It’s not a question. You have to demand it of me.”

“I’m in heat. Let’s fuck!” she says with more conviction.

“There we go.” you hear her chuckle underneath her foreleg. “Now, about this milk situation.”

“Milk situation? What…” She uncovers her eyes, and gasps in shock, horror, and a little amusement, as she sees you, the walls, and the floor covered in her milk. “SWEET CELESTIA!” she yells, “I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” you assure her, “I’m fine.”

“Okay?!” she leans up, “You’re covered in my milk!”

“I could be covered in worse things, right now.”

She looks around the room, before asking “Is any of it salvageable?”

“Well, considering the broken glass, and our…*ahem*…fluids….I’ll have to say no on that one.”

“Oh…” she covers her face with her hooves, “This is so embarrassing. Your clothes, they’re a mess!”

“That’s why I have new ones. And that’s why there are laundromats in town.” you chuckle. “I guess breakfast is ruined. No matter. After we get these clothes cleaned up, I’ll take you to a nice big lunch.”

“Most guys wouldn’t say that after they’ve been covered in milk.”

“Most guys aren’t me.” You see her cheeks flushed with red. She begins to get up, but you pick her up off the table, setting her down on a clean part of the floor. “Careful, there’s glass. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Thank you.” she looks up to you with a smile. That look that you catch her doing every once in a while is right in front of you, staring at you like you’re the best guy ever. “I’ll…get a shower ready.”

“Don’t go in without me.”

“Okay.” she trots away.

Once you take off your pants, and moving them off to the side, you get to cleaning the floor. You brush up the broken bottle and bowl, and throw them in the garbage, as you then clean up the floor with a combination of water, spray, and a hell of a lot of paper towels, you manage to clean it up to the point where the floor now looks presentable.

Now, you can go take that shower. You’re starting to smell.

You walk into the bathroom, as you see Milky step inside, letting the water soak her up. You take off your remaining clothes, and step inside with her.

“I’m so glad this tub supports the both of us.”

“Me too.” she giggles. She reaches a hoof out, taking a loofah located towards the side of the tub. She brings it up to you. “You want to?”

“Of course.” You take the loofah from her, pouring soap on it, before getting down and beginning to scrub her coat. You’ve never done anything like this before; cleaning another in the shower, let alone cleaning a pony. As you scrub, moving your hands to her backside, you watch her mane become wetter by the water, the curls descending into straight lines, and resting on the bottom of the tub. She turns her head to look at you, and a blush graces your face.

“Wow…you look great.” you say to her.

“It’s just water…” she says.

“No…you look really pretty with your hair down. I mean…you’re pretty already, I’m just saying that…”

“I know. No need to get nervous. After all we’ve been through, it would be strange to see you get nervous around me, now.”

The two of you smile. She turns to face you, putting a hoof on the loofah.

“You don’t need this, anymore.” she whispers, “You can use your hands, if you like.”

You take the bottle of soap, putting a nice amount onto your hand. She turns back around, revealing her backside to you. You put your hands on her, and run your fingers through her coat, slathering it in soap. It’s almost like you’re giving her a form of sensual massage. You can hear her softly moan, as you put the soap all over her body, not letting any inch of her go untouched. Her shoulders, her hooves, her rump, and her teats are thoroughly rubbed down and washed.

She turns back to you, allowing you to take care of the last thing; her mane. You wash her mane gently, her eyes remain closed the entire time, as the water and the soap combine, and flow through her mane, making what once was frazzled from the mindless rutting, into a nice soft sheen. You lean in closer to her, as her mouth opens out of comfort. You want to kiss her again, like you did that night on the hill, when you saw the moonrise. Once again, doubt takes hold of you. She’s not used to kisses like that. She likes them wild, but you have a more gentle approach on the mind. You stop yourself just seconds before you take the risk, letting the last suds of soap leave her mane.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” you say.

She opens them slowly, and looks straight at you, grinning.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect.” you whisper.

“Good.” she picks the loofah back up. “Now, it’s my turn.”

You walk into the Laundromat with Milky, holding a basket full of your dirty clothes, which include the pants and shirt that have been milked to high heaven. With that, your clothes really start to stink up the place. As you put the necessary bits in the machine, you get a few looks from other patrons, and the smell your dirty clothes emanate, as the stench of milk and sex waft the air.

A particular pony next to you, gives you a look, and an eyebrow raised, just wondering what happened to your laundry. You were honest with him…sort of.

“Milk related accident.” you say with a smile. Milky gives the pony an awkward grin, as he nods his head, seemingly understanding of the situation, before gathering his clothes, and walking away.

The two of you watch the clothes tumble about in the machine, thinking back on what you just did, making a few glances at each other, responding with a chuckle, and looking away.

“So…” you say.

“So…” she mimics.

“I take it we’re not going to do that again.”

“Which part? The sex? Or the sex with the milk blast ending?”

“I’m going to assume the latter.”

“Yeah, definitely not going to do it again.”

“Well, to be fair, you WERE in heat, so that kind of sort of gives you an excuse.”

“True, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that your clothes STINK.”

“You got me there.” As the washing winds down, a thought crosses you. “How did you get through the days when you were in heat, and no one was around?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“I…uh…” she looks around for eavesdroppers, before leaning in to your ear, “I have a few toys in the closet.”

“No shit?”

“No.” she shakes her head, “They would get me by, but nothing compares to the real thing.”

“Wow. You know, if this doesn’t become a thing, and we decide to remain friends, you can just call me up back home, and I’ll help you out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” she giggles, “Thanks for the offer.”

The machine ceases with the washing, and commences with the drying cycle. You look back at Milky with a devilish grin, and playfully push her with your shoulder.

“You enjoyed it, though. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah…I kind of did.” she laughs, you do the same.

Once you two were done with laundry, you keep your word, and take her out for a nice big lunch. The restaurant is a popular Mexicolt food joint, which you remember back home having a killer nacho plate. Piled on with beans, cheese, tomatoes, guacamole and sour cream, just thinking about it made your mouth water. Milky was excited to try them out, after you hyped them up for her. The look on her face when she took that first bite, you wished you had your camera phone ready for that, it was fantastic. Being such a big meal, the two of you didn’t order anything else, except for drinks.

“Okay…” Milky says, as she takes a bite out of a nacho, “What is it about us?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a human, and you were raised to believe that having a relationship with us is bad. So…what is it about us that made you not believe that?”

“When you’re told for so long that something is bad, you start to become a little curious.” you smirk, “Did your parents ever do anything like that?”

You watch as Milky’s eyes transform from curious, to sad. The question unlocked something inside her head. A painful memory, hidden away for a long time.

“I wouldn’t know. They…weren’t exactly around, when I was getting older.”

“Oh my god, Milky.” you stammer, trying to salvage the situation. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, it’s fine.” She puts on her bravest smile, but you can see the pain in her eyes. “They…died, when I was in high school. They had a wagon accident on the way home. It was...it was tough, I’ll tell you that much. Since then, I lived with my Grandmother for a while, before she eventually passed a few years ago, just a couple months after I opened the shop. The house I’m in now belonged to my Grandmother. My parents' old house is a little ways outside of town, but I chose to stay here, because it was close to the shop.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up such a painful memory. I apologize.”

“Like I said; it’s fine. Don’t worry so much. I’m a big girl.”

“Still. I shouldn’t complain so much to you. Now that I know…”

Milky leans over, shutting you up with a peck on the cheek, before leaning back into her seat, smiling at you.

“All you know…is simply a little bit more about me. Nothing more.” She is trying to make you feel better about bring such a topic up. In your mind, it’s working. “Besides, you currently owe me an answer to my question.” She breaks the mood with her friendly tone of voice.

“I do, huh? Okay...” you shake yourself out of that small bout of depression, hunkering down for the answer to her query, taking another bite of the nachos, “Ask anyone here about why they’re attracted to ponies, and what do you think they’ll say?”

“I don’t know. The fact that we happen to be sapient and can talk? Unlike other animals.”

“That’s a good guess, but if that was my answer, why don’t I go have a relationship with a cow, or a sheep? They can talk too.”

“I don’t know.” she shrugs, “I guess you like our bodies, then.”

“I admit, that’s a plus. Your bodies are firm, shapely, have a feminine quality to them, to the point where the lack of hands, feet, and to a lesser extent, breasts, are pretty much not a problem to an open minded individual such as myself. But, that’s not what attracts me to your kind more than any human I’ve seen or met.”

She leans in, asking “I’ll bite. What is it, then?”

“It’s…” you lean in too, “Your eyes.” you point at her gorgeous green eyes.

“Really?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Yep. Drives me absolutely nuts, when I see a pony with perfect eyes.”

“So, my eyes are perfect then?” she says with a playful slyness.

“Hell yeah, they’re perfect!” your enthusiasm makes her laugh, “I’m serious! You have perfect eyes!”

“Stop it…” she says, face reddened, “You’re making me blush.”

“What? Really?” you reach out, putting a hand on her hoof, “You said it yourself, after all we’ve done, there’s no reason to get all nervous around one another.”

“I know, but…” she looks in your eyes, “This is different.”

“How so?”

“It’s just that…you…”

Before she can finish, you hear somepony call your name out. The voice sounds familiar, causing you to be broken from Milky’s gaze, but you don’t see anypony around.

“Did you hear something?” you ask.

“Yeah.” she responds, “Almost sounds like…”

You hear the voice again. You do recognize it; it’s hard to forget that particular voice; you’ve heard it a little over twelve years ago. You look over at Milky, who gives this unseen pony a wide smile.

“Daisy! Hi!” Milky says, waving a free hoof.

You turn your head, and you see her. Daisy Charm, the mare you knew back in middle school, all grown up, and looking as gorgeous as ever. Magenta eyes, a red coat, and a silver colored mane. Absolutely stunning.

By her side was one of your human friends back in school, named Ryan, looking rather built, compared to his wiry frame all those years ago. You feel a little intimidated, but it’s not like you’re any slouch yourself. Ryan has his hand wrapped around her shoulder, lovingly caressing it with a thumb, as she looks at both you and Milky. The two walk over to your table, with Daisy looking straight at you.

“I can’t believe it! It’s really you!” Daisy says with wide-eyed surprise. She gets closer, and gives you a hug. You nervously pat her on the back, still in total bewilderment.

“You know him, Daisy?” Milky asks.

“Of course!” Daisy breaks from the hug, “We were in middle school together, right Ryan?” she looks up at her beau. “Had a bit of a fling, before he went off and disappeared on us, right?” she taps your shoulder.

“Right. I…disappeared.” you say with practically a whisper. She never knew what really happened to you.

“It’s been a long time, buddy! Good to see you!” Ryan gives you his own shoulder tap.

“Uh…yeah…totally!” you continue to try and recompose yourself after that bombshell.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Daisy.” Milky says, with a curious tone of voice.

“Actually, I did…I just didn’t tell you her name.”

Daisy looks at you, then at Milky. She pieces together that the two of you are out on a date. She claps her hooves together with glee. Yep, still as happy as can be, just how you remembered her. She was always filled with energy.

“Is this just adorable?” Daisy smiles. She sits down next to Milky, as Ryan sits next to you. “I didn’t know you were in town.” she says to you.

“Neither did I.” you respond.

“Oh, we live here, silly! Just got back from a trip to Manehattan! Such a lovely place.”

“Yeah, you’d like it there.” Ryan tells you.

You’ve been there before. It really is a nice place. Best not mention it to them, however. You’re not in the mood to talk stories, yet.

“So…” Daisy turns her attention to Milky, “You didn’t tell me you found yourself a boyfriend, and he happened to be someone we knew!”

“We’re just friends, Daisy. And I didn’t know that he knew you.”

“Well, we MUST catch up on old times. I’m sure there is LOTS to talk about.” She thinks for a moment, before gasping, like an imaginary light bulb in her head went off. “I know! Let’s have a double date! I know the perfect spot! You’ll love it! It’s got delicious food, and it’s karaoke night! Oooh, it’s so fun!” Daisy practically dances in her seat with excitement, “How does Wednesday sound to you two?”

You and Milky look at one another, both not knowing what to say. One of you has to speak…might as well be you.

“Sure.” You say, “I think we can hang out then.”

“Fantastic!’ Daisy squeals, “Anyways, we have to get to our table. We’ll see you then. Ta-ta!”

She and Ryan get up from the seats, and walk on over to their booth. You and Milky sit there in silence, both wondering your next moves.

“Did I just agree to a double date?” you ask.

“Sure looks that way.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked for your opinion. If you don’t want to go, I’ll cancel it.”

“No. It’s okay.” she assures you, “I’m perfectly fine with it.”

“I should have told you her name. Would have made things a little less awkward.”

“Nah, it still would have been awkward.” she chuckles, “It must be nice, though. Being able to see her again and all.”

“I suppose it is.”

Silence. The two of you sit there. Making the frequent glance at each other, up at the ceiling, and over at Daisy and Ryan. Whenever you make eye contact with Milky, you assure her with a smile, but deep down, you are nervous as all hell. Daisy has come back into your life, and that scares you just a little bit. It’s not that you feel as though you want to have Daisy back as a marefriend, no, nothing could be further from the truth. You have eyes on Milky now, but something in the pit of your gut tells you that there’s something wrong here.

You could just be thinking negatively, though. Maybe things will be okay. It’s only a few more days until you tell Milky where you want this relationship to go. How hard could it be?

The waiter comes by. You look up at him.

“Check, please.”

Author's Note

Special thanks to Shard Hunter for coming up with the name Mexicolt.

Date Night

Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night you go on a date with Milky. There’s no reason why you should be nervous. You’ve only been at her side for the past week and a half. Then again, it could have something to do with the two of you not being alone this night. No, this isn’t just a date, this is a DOUBLE date, with Daisy, the mare you had a crush on back in middle school, and Ryan, a friend of yours from the same school, who is now with her. It’s been so long since the last time you saw them both, that it brings out that uncomfortable knot in your stomach which only appears when you are nervous about making a good impression.

Again, there is literally NO reason for this. Just remember, Milky will be with you, and it is your main duty to show HER a good time, not them.

The place that you all are going to, is a restaurant called Appleloosa Bar and Grill, no doubt named after the town of the same name. Though with a western sounding name, one quick peek inside the day before, showed that it wasn’t specifically a western themed joint, where you had to wear cowboy hats, and do the hoedown. It was more casual, but being the night that it is, you do want to look nice.

You got yourself a decent looking checkered shirt, slacks, and using your classic black tennis shoes to complete the ensemble. You’d fork down bits for proper nice shoes, but no one is going to notice that you’re wearing tennis shoes.

The hour approaches, and you are ready to go. Hair clean and smelling nice, shirt tucked in, all that’s left is for Milky to emerge from her bedroom. You assume that she got herself some kind of ensemble for the date, too, though Celestia only knows what she got. She’s been in her bedroom for what felt like ages. Though you are aware that it is normal for a female to take longer than the opposite sex, when it comes to getting ready, the clock is ticking, and you don’t like to be late.

Things have been a little awkward with you and the Milkmare, ever since you agreed to the date. It’s not like you two aren’t talking to each other, far from it, but she had become less…flirtatious with you. Gone were the playful remarks she would make when you were milking her, the face licks, the random googly eyes you’d catch her doing; she was, for the lack of better words, behaving like just a friend should. Even the late night bedroom romps have gone away, with just a “goodnight” coming from her, and falling fast to sleep. You hope that you didn’t make her angry, that would pretty much suck.

“Milky?” you call out, “Are you ready?”

“Almost.” you hear her say from the other side of the closed door, “Just…don’t laugh at me, okay?”

“Why would I laugh at you?”

“Just…promise me, please?”

“Yeah, I promise.” You mean it, too. Unless she came walking out in a clown outfit, the chances of laughing at her are slim to none.

Slowly, the door opens, and Milky cautiously steps out into your field of view. You look at her and find that it is not Milky that stands before you, but a beautiful pony goddess…that happens to look like Milky. In short, she looks amazing. A casual but fitting light blue dress, that covers her body, a small application of black eyeliner, perfectly accentuating her eyes, and best of all, her hair is straight, not a curl. It looks just like it did when you saw her in the shower; you liked her curls, but there was something about seeing her with straight hair that took your breath away. She scratches at the floor with a hoof, nervous about your thoughts on her appearance.

“So?” she asks, “What do you think?”

“I think….” you pause for dramatic effect, “I think you look stunning.” You see her face blush a bright red at your words, causing her to put her head down, trying to hide her emotions from you.

“I look silly.” she tries to downplay it, “I’ve never done this before.”

You go to her, kneeling down before her, and putting a hand on her shoulder. She looks back to you, as you give her a loving glance.

“For a first time try…I think you did a damn good job.” you smile.

“I bet Daisy’s going to look better than me.” she continues making an attempt to bring herself down. You shake your head in great disagreement.

“No, I highly doubt she will.” She may have stopped flirting with you, but you haven’t stopped flirting with her.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Even if I was, is it working?”

“Maybe.” she smirks, “I’m not overdressed, am I?”

“Not at all.” you look down at your watch, “It’s almost eight o’clock. We better get going. You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You look ready.”

Right on time, with not another moment to lose or spare, the two of you enter the restaurant to greet the also recently arrived Daisy and Ryan. They are dressed for the occasion, too. Daisy looked lovely in her black evening dress, but you were correct; Milky looked much better. You never thought you would be thinking that there was another pony more attractive than Daisy, all those years ago in school, but there it is.

“Hi!” Daisy says in that peppy tone of hers. She trots over, giving Milky a hug, followed by a hug for you. “I’m so glad you made it.”

“Me too.” said Milky, “And right on time.”

“So punctual! I like that.”

“How’s it going?” asked Ryan, extending his hand out for a shake. You take it.

“Going well, thanks.” you reply, “So, is this place any good?”

“It’s delicious.” Daisy responds, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

The waitress leads you four to the booth, facing the window, so you can see the residents of Trottingham walking around the marketplace. The town looked pretty at nights, so the view was to your liking.

“I have to say, I love your dress, Milky!” Daisy compliments.

“This old thing?” Milky looks down, “I got it at a bargain store.”

“Nevertheless, you look positively adorable.” Daisy turns her attention to you, “As for you, you look handsome. I see you grew up nicely.”

“Oh…uh…thanks.” you say, unsure how to respond to something like that.

“Still doesn’t compare to my, Ryan. Huh, sweetie?” she looks at Ryan, and the two make romantic faces at each other, before going in for a little kiss. Somehow, the cheesiness of their love made you grimace, but your expression goes back to normal, before they notice. She looks back, making rotating glances to you and Milky. “So, how long have you two known each other?”

“Less than two…”

“Years!” Milky interrupts you, “Less than two years.”

“Really? You never mentioned him. Like, at all.”

“That was…because…” Milky thinks, “Ummm…” Slowly, her story is losing credibility.

“W-We were pen pals.” you save the day, “We wrote to each other constantly; telling stories, getting to know one another, we became such good friends. I enjoyed writing to her so much, I decided to come down to finally meet her, a few weeks ago. Then we became pal pals.” you chuckle, “That’s why you never saw me, until now.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Daisy understands, believing your story.

You look over at Milky; she doesn’t say it, but her eyes scream ‘Thank you’. You smile, and subtly nodded your head.

“Still, it must have been quite a shock, when you saw her little ‘talents.’” Daisy chuckles.

“Daisy!” Milky raises her voice, embarrassed.

“Oh, it’s all in good fun, honey.”

“Actually, not as shocking as you would think.” you smirk, “Milky told me about those a few months into the relationship, so when I finally met her, I prepared myself for it. Honestly though, I don’t mind them at all.” you wink to Milky, holding her close for a half hug, making her giggle in response. “What about you two?” you change the topic to them, “How long have you been dating?”

“Dating?” Ryan asks. He puts a hand up, pointing to a gold wedding ring on his index finger. This was a surprise, even for you.

“Married?” you wonder, “Wow, I never would have guessed. How long have you two been married, then?”

“We’ve been married for three years, but were together since the beginning of high school.” Ryan explains, “Courting her wasn’t easy, was it?” he looks to her.

“Not at all. I admit I played a little hard to get, but you won me over, eventually. Tell them how you did it.”

“I went to her house in the middle of the morning, holding a boombox over my head, playing her favorite song.”

You think to yourself that Ryan totally stole that from a movie you saw years ago. But, you’re sure that he was aware of that. Still, that was a pretty good idea.

“All My Only Dreams. It’s such a wonderful song.” she leans against Ryan, to which he kisses her on the top of her mane.

You look upon the couple with happiness. If you were back with them all those years ago, and you saw the same thing, jealousy would have taken hold, but now, you are honest to Celestia happy for them.

After the waiter showed up, and you all took your orders, the lights go dim, with a spotlight shining on the center of the stage close to you. Triumphant music blares, as a particularly enthusiastic human in a cowboy outfit, comes racing out with a microphone in hand. The ponies and humans in the restaurant applaud at his appearance.

“How ya’ll doing tonight?” he shouts in a western accent. The attendants applaud again, with some sporadic cheers. “That’s what ah like ta hear! To all ya first timers, allow me ta say welcome to Appleloosa Bar and Grill, and to all those who have returned, allow me ta say…WELCOME BACK! YEEEEEHHAAAAWWWWW!!!!!”

Other customers follow suit, shouting “YEEEEHHAAAWWWWW!!!!” along with him.

“He seems like a lively fellow.” you whisper to Milky.

“He’s always like this on karaoke night.”

“What?” you completely forgot it was karaoke night.

“Now, ah see a lot of ya’ll out here with your special somebodies, or your special someponies, and that can mean only one thing…Hearts and Hooves Day is approaching, and ya’ll know what that means?! KARAOKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

“That’s not seriously the only time they do karaoke, is it?” you turn back to Milky.

“No. He also does it on Nightmare Night, Giving of Thanks Day, Hearth’s Warming Eve, all the big holidays.”

“So come on down, ladies, gentlemen, fillies, and gentlecolts, get on the stage, and sing to your special sweetheart!” The Announcer goes back to the curtain.

You watch as the first guy gets on stage. He picks a song from the machine and off he goes. The man is clearly intoxicated, singing a love song through slurs and burps. The woman he’s with loves it though. Maybe she’s drunk too.

“And I'm gonna keeeeepppp on looooooovin' yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!” he sings with little to no grace.

“I loves yous too honey bunny!” the woman shouts. Yeah, she’s as drunk as he is.

Your food arrives just as the drunkard is finished with his romantic ballad of intoxication, and falling off the stage with a loud thud. You are drawn away from the scene, and look down at your meal. A tasty barbeque chicken sandwich and fries for you, and a cobb salad for Milky. Ryan and Daisy both ordered a radish and tomato sandwich, with a small salad on the side. It’s not uncommon to see humans eating much healthier foods that ponies would enjoy, but you recall Ryan back in middle school as a lover of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Then again, that was before he turned all buff and stuff. Maybe hanging out with Daisy has changed his dietary habits.

“You don’t mind that I eat chicken, do you?” you ask Milky in a brief bout with self-consciousness.

“Of course not. There’s chicken in my cobb salad.” she gently smiles.

“I thought you said ponies don’t normally eat meat.”

“Key word being ‘normally.’” She says, taking a fork-full of the salad, with a healthy helping of chicken at the end of it. That’s a good enough incentive as any.

You chow down on your food; it was mouth wateringly delicious, and extremely spicy. You love spicy food, even though it took a half a barrel of water to get rid of the burning sensation on your tongue. Occasionally, you’d glance back at the karaoke, to see a mare singing her heart out to another stallion, who whoops and hollers at every sung syllable she spouts out.

“I LOVE YOU, BABY!” He shouts in approval.

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” she shouts mid song. It was very sweet. She was a pretty good singer, too. That was one lucky stallion.

Once you four were done eating, it was all drinks. You weren’t that much of a drinker, but tonight was a good occasion, so you helped yourself to some hard cider. Milky was more into wine, and the two lovebirds were fans of appletinis and strawberry margaritas.

Another singer came and went, this time a stallion who stood there like a stone wall, practically reading the scrolling text, rather than singing it. This was Daisy’s cue to get up from her seat.

“I have to use the little fillies room.” she said, as she gets onto the floor. She turns to Milky. “Come on.”

“I don’t have to go.” She says.

Daisy gives Milky a look, gesturing hard to go to the bathroom with her. It appears she has some matters to discuss with her. It takes a little for Milky to finally get it.

“Oh, well. I guess I do.” Milky says, getting on the floor, and trotting with her to the bathroom.

It’s only you and Ryan now. You turn to him, giving out a good laugh at the situation.

“I guess they have some things to talk about, huh?” you chortle.

“You know how girls are. Always wanting to talk about one thing, and one thing only.”

“Which is what?”

“Their boyfriends.”

“You’re married.” you laugh, “And I’m not Milky’s boyfriend. Just a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ryan scoffs, not believing you. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice the way you were looking at her. You like her.”

“Well…yeah, of course I like her. She’s great. She’s charming, beautiful, I mean like, really REALLY beautiful, oh my god.”

“Does she know?”

“I hope she does. Considering all the times we slept…” you stop your last thought with a hand on your mouth. Ryan could take a wild guess as to what you were about to utter, though.

“Wait. You two have slept together?” Ryan leans in, elbows on the table, staring at you in wide eyed amazement.

“I…” you sigh, you’re not going to hide this one. “…yeah, we’ve slept together.”

“And you’re saying that the two of you are just friends?” his tone of voice sounded judgmental; not approving of your lifestyle.

“We don’t know what this is, yet. We’re just…trying things out. After this week, we’ll hopefully come to some kind of conclusion.”

“So, what you’re saying is…that…for the time being…you’re friends with benefits?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Huh.” he looks like he understands, not that he agrees, but that he understands. He leans back on his seat, thinking about what you said to him. “Well, you better decide quickly. Milky’s other relationship wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.”

“I know.” you say, thinking about Milky’s past.

Milky stands by the rows of sinks, waiting for Daisy to emerge from the bathroom stalls. She really did have to go to the bathroom. Milky, on the other hoof, did not. She downed at least four glasses of wine at the table, but the urge to use the toilet was nonexistent.

As she waits, she thinks about her companion sitting at the table, waiting for her to come back. She reflects on how she was treating him for the last couple days. Ever since he agreed to the date, she had been distant from him. On the outside, she was still friendly towards him, but deep down, she was rather annoyed.

To be fair, she didn’t ask for the name of the mare he had a crush on back in his younger days, so she couldn’t be too mad at him for that. What she was miffed about, was his near non hesitance to say yes to the double date. He tried to apologize, but she waved it off, even though she wasn’t exactly happy at the choice. They had a good thing going, but it appeared that, given the opportunity, he would go out with Daisy without a moment’s notice.

Then, she realizes it.

“Am I…jealous?” she thinks to herself, “No, I can’t be jealous! He’s just a friend…a friend that I really like. Oh sweet Celestia, I AM jealous!” She glances over at the mirror, continuing to lock herself into her thoughts.

“Calm down, now. There’s no need to be jealous, Milky. After all, he’s been great to you this whole time. Just because one mare from his past has returned, shouldn’t make you angry with him. Besides, have you SEEN the way he’s been looking at you tonight? Wow.” She bites her lip at the thought of him.

Before she could continue this conversation with herself, the toilet flushes, and Daisy comes out of the stall, with a look of relief on her face. She washes her hooves, and reaches into her purse to apply some last minute make up.

“Well?” Daisy averts her gaze off the mirror, and on to Milky.

“Well, what?”

“What do you think about him?”

“Oh…” Milky thinks about it, “He’s…he’s great.”

“Come on. Don’t be all modest with me.” she prods Milky’s shoulder, “I know you like him. I could see it, and you can’t hide it from me.”

“Okay…” Milky comes clean, “He’s pretty much close to a perfect guy, alright? He’s nice to me, he compliments me…”

“How is he in bed?” Daisy wonders, eyebrow raised, and smirk made.

“Daisy!” Milky looks around, “There are others in this bathroom, you know!”

“Of course I know! I don’t care. I know a pony that has been sleeping around when I see it. Now, spill it! How is he?”

“He’s….” Milky blushes a bright crimson, thinking of all night and days she spent in the throes of passion with her human companion, “He’s wonderful. I love it when his hands are all over my body, and his tongue playing with mine, and the way he ruts me? Perfect!” as she finishes that last thought, she realizes that she said everything out loud, so anyone that is in the bathroom has heard her. That wine must have gotten to her head. She smacks her mouth with a hoof, but the damage has been done.

Daisy looks at her with a devilish smile. The room goes eerily quiet.

A woman comes out of the stall and walks over to the sink. As she washes her hands, she looks over at the ever so embarrassed Milky.

“Sounds to me like you ought to marry this guy.” she smirks, before drying her hands, and leaving the restroom.

“Not a few weeks since he arrived in town, and already you two are rutting like crazy?” Daisy chortles, “Nice work, Milky.”

You and Ryan get to talking about your past experiences in middle school. It was nice to reminisce about such things; the two of you were pretty good friends back in the day. Milky and Daisy make their way back to the table, and sit down just after you were finished with the story about how you and Ryan accidentally kicked a ball into an old pony’s house, and ran off. You apologized to him later, but man did that old codger know how to run.

“I see you two are catching up, real nice.” said Daisy.

“Just reliving the glory days.” smiled Ryan.

“What glory days? We were little terrors!” you laugh.

“Like I said. Glory days.”

You all have a good laugh at that, when the Announcer comes back out of the curtain.

“Okay folks. It’s getting towards that time. I see many faces still here, many couples. Eventually, we’ll have to turn off the karaoke, and go to good ol fashion music. So, we have time for one more song. Which one of ya brave folks will get up here?”

“He will!” Daisy shouts, pointing directly at you.

“WHAT?!” you shout, “Oh, no no no, I didn’t say…”

“Come on down! Don’t be shy young man!” the Announcer gestures to move towards him.

“Milky!” you look to her, “Don’t make me go up there.”

“I haven’t heard you sing before. It’ll be fun.” She grins, pushing you out of your seat.

When you stand, the crowd applauds. You shoot sharp looks at your table, but put on your best feigned smile, as you get onto the stage. The Announcer asks your name, which you give; making him put the microphone in your hands, and leaving a goodbye pat on the back. Now here you are, alone on stage, with over a dozen eyes staring at you, waiting for you to do something.

“Uhh…hi.” you say sheepishly into the mic. You look over at the giggling Milky and shake your head at her amusement. “I’m uh…going to see what you got here.” You walk over to the machine, looking over all the songs they had programed in.

Scanning through them, you can see they’re all love ballads. Understandable, since it’s a Hearts and Hooves night. The crowd gets restless at your incapability of choosing, telling you to hurry. Finally, a song catches your eye. It’s from a film you know and love, and always wanted to sing this song to someone or somepony, that you thought was…the one. You smile, turning your head to Milky. She cocks her head to the side, wondering what you chose.

“Okay, I got one.” you announce much to the relief of the crowd. “Just so you know, I’m not the greatest of singers, so bear with me here. I dedicate this song to the mare that is accompanying me tonight. Milky Way…this is for you.”

You press the button. You walk to the center of the stage, waiting for the prompt to go. You’re not going to stand there, and read the lyrics; you know this song by heart.

5…4….3….2….

You put your mouth to the mic.

1….GO…

“I wanna make you smile…whenever you’re sad…

Carry you around, when your arthritis is bad, oh.

All I wanna do…

Is grow old with you…”

The crowd awws at the first verse. Milky’s smile has all but disappeared. Her gaze turned into wonderment. You keep going.

“I'll get your medicine…when your tummy aches

Build you a fire, if the furnace breaks, oh.

It could be so nice…growing old with you.”

Milky’s eyes sparkle in the light, her smile returning. As the song reaches a faster tempo, you walk off the stage, making your way towards her.

“I’ll miss you…kiss you…

Give you my coat when you are cold.

Need you…feed you…

Even let you hold the remote control.”

You get right to her, kneeling down, getting eye level with her.

“So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink.

"Put you to bed, when you had too much to drink.”

She laughs, as you can see a hint of tears in her eyes.

“I could be the man….who grows old with you.

I wanna grow old….with you…..”

You rest your forehead on hers, as the song comes to an end. The crowd applauds when it is all over. You weren’t the best singer out there tonight, but it still felt good to do that. The Announcer walks over to you, and you give the microphone back, never breaking eye contact with Milky. To you, there’s no one else in the room, besides you and her. Not even the company you brought with you matter at this point. The two of you stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity.

Hopefully, now she understands how you feel.

The evening has come to a close. You say goodnight to Ryan and Daisy, and walk on home, with Milky at your side. It was a short trek, but made longer at the sight of Milky staring into your eyes, with the sultriest of looks. Your heart pounds as you keep on walking, anticipating the night to come.

The two of you walk through the door, and you close it, locking it tight. No interruptions, no nothing. You turn to see her standing not too far behind you, looking like she's about to jump you at any moment.

“So…” you say.

“So…” she replies in a seductive tone.

You walk over to her. When you get closer to her, she makes her move. She jumps up, and you catch her. She wraps her back legs around your waist, and drives her mouth into yours. You step backwards, slamming into the door behind you. Your hands travel along her body, feeling every inch of her, as you play inside her mouth. Your tongues wrap around in an erotic dance, slathering each other in their saliva.

You get the strength to move away from the door, stumbling around the house, as you make your way to her bedroom door. It’s a miracle you didn’t trip. Making out, while walking backwards takes skill…and you got some skills.

With a swift kick, you open the bedroom door, and get over to the bed. Now you can fall backwards. You do so. She straddles you, rubbing her forelegs all over your chest, before getting into an opening on your shirt. She breaks away from the kiss, and with a quick RIP, she tears the shirt open, exposing your bare chest, and breaking off several buttons.

“Hey! I just bought this shirt!” you feign anger. You are loving it.

“I just bought this dress.” She puts her chest out, allowing you to grab the top of her ensemble.

You tear it down the middle with great force, exposing everything she has underneath. Her breasts spill out onto your stomach in all their glory. After you throw her now torn dress to the floor, you quickly put your hands on them, cupping them with a gentle caress. She breathes heavily at your touch, before leaning back down, and invading your mouth once again.

Removing your hands from her teats, you bring them further down to your belt buckle, furiously unbuckling your pants, ready for the event to take place. You manage to pull your pants down halfway, your fully erect member pressing against her left breast. She breaks from the kiss, smiling at you.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I want to try something.” she whispers.

“You know how I feel, when you want to try something.” you smirk, “I’m willing to do anything.”

“Believe me; I think you’re going to like this.”

She stands on all fours, and proceeds to turn around. Her swinging teats and glistening wet marehood loom over you, while she stares at your shaft with hungry eyes. Slowly, she brings herself down; her breasts pressing on your neck, while her ready slit is inches away from your mouth. You can feel her breathing on your length, the warmness making it tingle with anticipation. The sensation is almost unbearable, to the point of precum oozing down you.

Then, you feel it. Her tongue licking up the precum, before her mouth feverishly wraps around your cock, bringing it further and further inside of her. Her tongue lapping up your flavor, and sucking down on it. You gasp and moan; she’s never done this to you before, and you don’t want her to stop.

“Oh god!” you whisper to yourself.

Not to leave her hanging, you suckle on her teats first, purging a few drops of her precious milk down your throat. But, you’ve done this before, now it’s time to do something you haven’t done, but always wanted to do. You grab onto her rump, and forcefully bring it down, allowing her sex to press against your lips. You give it a slow lick. The moans coming from her reverberate around your shaft; she’s enjoying it. You make it better, as you insert your tongue inside her, feeling her tight wet walls, allowing her sweet fluids on your taste buds.

She quickens the pace, and so do you, matching her speed perfectly. You press her sex into your mouth further, taking in every last drop of her. She moans louder, as she vigorously sucks you off; she’s a master at this. So much so, that the pressure inside of you is beginning to build. You take it up a notch, fondling her breasts, as you continue to eat her out mercilessly. She tries even harder, playing with your scrotum as she continues to fellate the hell out of you.

It becomes a competition on who can make the other cum first. You can feel her walls become wetter and tighter, and you are getting close yourself; your shaft pulsating in her mouth. You lick her clitoris like there’s no tomorrow, and she drives your length up towards the back of her throat, squealing with delight at the oncoming orgasm.

It doesn’t take much longer, when you both can’t take any more, and reach your climaxes at the same exact time. Her fluids pouring into your mouth, and your seed shooting up and down her throat. You hold her sex down on you for minutes, taking in her delicious juice.

Finally, you let get of her, and she lets go of you. She moves back around, facing you, and resting down on your chest. This isn’t the end; merely just a break from the main course. The two of you pant, taking in the experience. You can see the smile on her face, and she can see the same expression on yours. Eye contact causes the two of you to chuckle in amusement at the little race you two had, before going in to embrace her tight.

“That was fun…” she pants.

“Milky…I think…I like you.”

“I hope so.” she chuckles, “After all we’ve done. It would be weird if you didn’t like me.”

“No…I think I…LIKE you…like you.”

A pause. It’s the closest you’ve gotten to telling her your true feelings. The long silence makes you worry. Maybe she doesn’t feel the same way, or maybe you just surprised her.

“Oh.” she says.

“Do you feel the same way?” you ask.

“I…I’m not sure. I was kind of getting used to being like this.”

“So, you don’t feel the same way…” you sound disappointed, “Forget I said anything.”

“No, wait.” she quickly says, “I like you, I do, I’m just…trying to figure things out right now.”

“I see…” you sound down. She puts a hoof on your chest, caressing it.

“Things could change, though.” she smiles, “At the end of the week…who knows? Besides…” she leans down, kissing your chest. “You’ll have plenty of time to convince me.”

“I guess I’ll have to try even harder, now.”

“I guess you do…” she gives you an unbelievably sexy look, as she licks your nipple, before biting down on it.

“Ow!” you yelp, “That hurt!”

“Don’t lie. You liked it.”

Your returning erection is more than enough proof that you liked it. You didn’t have to say anything, as she can feel it pressing against her plot. She grins that lustful grin of hers, knowing what is to come.

“Round two?” she asks.

“Yeah…round two.”

You move her to the side, and you get behind her. You remove your pants all the way, tossing them to the side. You won’t be needing those for the rest of the night. You guide your fully hard shaft around her delicious plot. She looks to you.

“What are you doing?” she wonders.

“It’s my turn to try something.” you say with a grin.

She feels the tip of your length pressed against her anus. She gasps; now aware of what you have planned for the second bout of bedroom roughness. She looks at you seductively, licking her lips, which only serves to make you harder.

“Dirty…” she whispers. Not the first time she’s called you that.

You bring your shaft down, soaking it in her vaginal fluids, before bringing it back up, and driving it into her backside. She screams, but combines it with a moan, as she feels you inside of her. As incredible as it sounds, she’s even tighter here, than she is in her marehood, but you endure.

Slowly, you start moving back and forth. She exhales a pleasured breath, as you find your rhythm, turning your movements into actual thrusts. Her breathes become small moans and squeaks, as you get a bit rougher with her. Your scrotum slaps against her amazing rump, and breathing heavily at each move you make. You lean down and put your hands on her breasts, massaging them, squeezing her nipples tightly.

“Nyah…no…” she gasps, “If you do that…I’ll…ahhh!”

Milk dribbles out onto your hands. You continue to feel her up, wetting her breasts with her milk, as you plow into her.

“Harder…” she whispers. You hear her. “Do it harder.”

You slam into her. You finally get that desired rhythm going with your thrusts, but she takes it a few more steps further. Every plunge you make into her, she clenches her muscles, effectively stopping your thrusts. Using the time she has, she grinds and gyrates her ass against you, the feeling of her fur against your skin, with the combination of being inside her, is indescribable. Before you can’t take much more, she lets you go to continue assaulting her backside.

It’s incredible, and it’s driving you insane.

“Harder!” she shouts. You do as she says. You pound into her as if it’s your last time having sex with her. She yells, moans, and gasps all at once at your roughness, and she’s in love with every second of you burying your cock into her perfect behind.

You move your hands away from her breasts, and insert your fingers into her slit, playing with her clitoris. It’s become a contest again, and she’s well aware of it. She assists with your thrusts again, holding you back, before letting you go again. It’s become a game of out of control passion, and it’s fantastic.

You lean down again, this time moving her mane, and exposing her neck. You kiss it, moving your tongue around her fur, and lapping up her sweat. She turns her head to you, and you respond by open your mouth for a sensual kiss. You stare into her beautiful green eyes, as she pierces your soul with a loving stare.

“Never leave me…” she says.

“Then say it.” you whisper back.

“Say what?”

“Say that you love me.” The pressure inside you has returned, and it’s building fast.

“I…ah…can’t…” she gasps.

“Say it, and I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you as long as I live.” You roll your eyes back, euphoria taking hold of you, as you thrust into her harder. “Say it!” You can barely take the pressure anymore, but your holding back as long as you can, waiting for her to say the words that you so desperately want to hear.

“I….I….” she starts to say it. Suddenly, she stops, clenching up hard, and yelling to the ceiling. “I’M CUMMING!!!”

You can’t wait anymore. You pull out of her behind, complete with a pop sound, and instantaneously plunge your shaft into her sex, blowing your load into her. You moan with immense pleasure, as you empty yourself inside of her. She feels the warmth of your seed filling her stomach, as you clamp down on her breasts for one last glorious squeeze. A couple spurts of milk shoot onto your hands, soaking your palms. Once it’s all over, you rest yourself on her back, kissing her shoulder.

“I almost got you to say it…” you chuckle with bated breaths.

“Let me see your hands.” she asks of you. You put your palms to her muzzle, showing her milk all over them. She laps up the milk, cleaning your hands of it. “There. All clean.” she giggles.

“Just say it…” you quietly say. You’re exhausted. Sleep is taking hold of you. It’s hard for you to speak. “Just once…” you trail off.

Soon, you slide off of her, and fall onto the mattress. The comfort levels are rising, and your eyes start to close. You see her looking upon you with a smile. You want to wait until she says it, but the sweet release of sleep is looking much better.

You close your eyes, and drift off.

Milky puts a hoof on her companion. She lays down beside him, watching him sleep the night away. He’s been so good to her for the past week and a half. Taking care of her, helping her at the shop, giving in to her desires, no matter how crazy they can be. He is in every way, the man she always wanted. But, why is she so scared to admit her feelings to him? So much races through her mind, that it’s difficult to fall asleep alongside him, as much as she wants to. All she can do is watch.

She kisses him on the forehead, and caresses his shoulder.

“I love you.” she whispers.

He does not hear.

The Truth

Another wild night, another groggy morning.

It’s safe to say that the date with Milky went pretty well. You got to catch up with old friends, and you serenaded the Milkmare with a song from one of your favorite movies. That, of course, naturally led to where you’re at right now. Stark naked, and cuddling with the mare that you have been pining for, for so long.

The alarm clock behind you beeps. The sound traveling through your eardrums, as you awaken in a rather foul mood. Nothing would make you happier, than to keep on sleeping, but the feeling that it’s late goes into your mind. You turn to see that it’s nine o’clock in the morning; the exact time of Milky’s milking. You put a hand on her shoulder, and gently shake her until she opens her eyes.

“Mmmmm what is it?” she asks in a sleepy voice.

“It’s time for your milking.” you whisper into her ear, “I’ll get the bucket.”

You leave the room, and come back, bucket in hand. Milky had sat up, but her eyes are still heavy; fighting the urge to fall asleep. You set the bucket down, and immediately get to milking her. Milky yawns, trying to stay awake.

“Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” Milky asks, smiling, as if knowing your answer to the question.

“Oh yeah. It was a blast.” you indulge her, “Especially what we did when we got home.”

“That was my favorite part too.” she snickers, “It was nice seeing Daisy and Ryan, though.”

“Yeah. They surprisingly haven’t changed…too much anyway. I never really thought of Ryan as a connoisseur of purely vegetable sandwiches.”

“Was he fat, when you last saw him?”

“Not really. I just remember his lunches at school to consist of pizza or cheeseburgers.” you laugh, “It’s no big deal. He’s happy and healthy, and I don’t have to worry about him having a heart attack.” The last spurt of milk goes into the bucket. “All done, and before you ask…” you pick up a small cup that you brought with you, “I’ll give it a taste.” You do so...still good. “Yeah.” you nod, “Checks out perfectly.”

“Thanks.” Milky rubs her eyes, “I suppose we could use a shower. Want to clean me off?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two of you spend a good while in the shower together, cleaning one another off of the sweat and fornication of last night. When you two were done, you both smelled of freshly picked apples; a very alluring scent for you.

Once you got dressed, you made a quick breakfast for her, since the two of you were behind schedule, and work starts in a matter of minutes. A healthy helping of fruits should do the trick. A couple apples for you, and strawberries and grapes for Milky. You both rush through the meal, not being able to savor the taste of the fruit in your mouths. No matter; once work is done, you plan on taking her out for a nice brunch to make up for the rushed meal.

Unbeknownst to her, you plan on telling her your true feelings for her at that brunch. Today is the day. No more pussyfooting around it. You’re going to take her hooves, and tell her right then and there, that you are madly in love with her. All this time avoiding it, or rewording your thoughts has gotten annoying. Take last night for example, ‘I LIKE you…like you’? Very poor choice of words. THIS time, you have the courage to say what is on your mind, and nothing is going to stop you.

At work, you’ve gotten used to your system of moderation. Every couple of customers would recognize you from last night, telling you what a good job you did at karaoke. You yourself didn’t personally think you did that great of a job; that one mare that sang earlier in the night could sing circles around you. Nevertheless, you did appreciate the compliment, responding with a nod and a ‘thanks’. Really, it only mattered if Milky liked it, and judging by what happened when the two of you left the restaurant, she REALLY liked it.

Halfway through the shift, the phone in your pocket vibrates. You take it out to see the caller ID. You fully expected it to be your parents; you haven’t spoken to them in days. However, you are surprised to see that it is not them calling you, but Daisy. You gave your phone number to her and Ryan last night, just in case they wanted to catch up or hang out again someday. You honestly didn’t expect them to call so soon.

You answer the phone.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Hi!” Daisy says with enthusiasm, “How are you?”

“I’m good. Just at work with Milky. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you would like to come over?”

“Come over?” you wonder. You look over at Milky, who has taken her eyes off the customers and onto you, upon hearing those last two words. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Ryan and I would just like to catch up some more. You think you are available, today?”

You turn back to Milky, holding the phone to your chest.

“Milky? Is it okay if I duck out to visit Ryan and Daisy?”

“I…” she hesitates. The stutter in her voice almost makes you decline the offer, thinking that work is probably more important. Until… "Y-Yeah, sure.” she smiles, “That’s fine. There’s not a lot of customers left anyway.”

You nod, bringing the phone back to your ear. “Okay. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Great! See you then!” she hangs up.

Putting the phone back, you walk up to Milky, who has gone back to dealing with the customers.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asks, “I’m not your Mom. You really don’t need my permission.”

“Still, I thought I would ask. I wasn’t sure if you had any other plans with me today.”

“Not that I’m aware of.” she looks up to you, nudging you with a hoof, before going back to looking at the register. “Go on, I got this.”

The thought to stay with her is tempting. You did promise to go out to a big lunch with her, to make up for the lackluster breakfast you had this morning. An idea pops in that head of yours.

“Hey. After your shift, how about you come over to the house?”

“Huh?” she looks back, “You want me to come over?”

“Why not?” you shrug your shoulders, “I’m sure Ryan and Daisy would be happy to see you again. Besides, I owe you a lunch.”

“You do? Since when?”

“Since this morning. Look, come over after the shift, and me and you will go out when we’re done. There’s something I want to discuss with you, anyway.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out.” you lean down and kiss her on the forehead, “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay…bye.” She watches you walk out the door, before going back to helping out the customers.

You walk on over to Daisy’s house with little difficulty. She sent you the address through a text, and a quick run through of the map program on your phone gave you sufficient directions to the house. She and Ryan lived in the more suburban part of Trottingham, where every house looked the same from one another with slight differences. The kind of houses you’d expect those who are well off to be living in.

Walking up to the front door, you make sure your hair is okay, before knocking on the door. A series of galloping steps are heard, before the door opens up to reveal Daisy, all smiles. She gives you a welcoming hug.

“So glad you made it!” she says, “I hope finding the place wasn’t too hard.”

“Fell through some manholes on the way over, but I survived.” you joke. She laughs in response.

“You always were a funny one.” she smiles, “Come in. Have a seat.”

You walk into the house, fully expecting to see Ryan waiting in the living room, or waving to you from the kitchen or something. The thing is though, he’s not there. Your eyebrow rises.

“Where’s Ryan?” you ask, “Is he in the bathroom?”

“He…got called into work while you were heading over here. He says he’s really sorry.” Something seemed really suspicious about her tone of voice, but you don’t think too much about it, as you just nod, and keep on walking into the living room.

You look at the row of pictures that grace the walls. Aside from landscape paintings, there are also pictures of models, most of them ponies wearing some appealing dresses. You make your way to a row of pictures with ponies in lingerie. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t slightly weirded out. You turn to Daisy, who was looking right at you already.

“You like it?” Daisy asks you.

“It’s very…interesting.” was all you could say, “Where did you get all these pictures?”

“They’re Ryan’s. He had them framed, and put on the wall.”

“Does that bother you at all?”

“Never. It’s part of his job.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s a photographer. Works for a Fashion Magazine called Rarity’s Secret.”

“Really?” you look back at the picture, “Wow. I never thought he would have a career like that.”

“Me neither, but he has a good eye. That’s why he’s my personal photographer.”

“Personal Photographer?” you wonder. Slowly, it dawns on you. “You’re a model too?”

“Of course! You’ve never seen my work?”

“No. I honestly had no idea you were a model.”

“Geez, you really were out of the loop in what I was doing. Sit down.” She leads you to the living room couch. “Would you like anything to drink? Some cider, or maybe some wine perhaps?”

“Water would be fine, thank you.” you reply.

As she leaves, you begin to wonder just what is going on. You’re all alone in the house with her, Ryan having coincidentally left before you arrived, and the two beverages Daisy brings up for you to drink are alcoholic. Maybe you’re over-thinking things…maybe you’re not. You can only pray Milky shows up soon, before anything strange happens. You could just leave, but no, that would be rude.

Daisy returns with a glass of water for you, and a glass of wine for her.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Daisy sets the drinks down, trotting off to parts unknown. She returns a few seconds later with a large book, hanging from her mouth by its straps. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“What is this?” you wonder as you take a sip of water.

“This is my modeling book.” she says with a grin, “I wanna see what you think.”

“Well, if it already ended up in the magazine, I’m sure it’s…” she opens up the book, and the first thing you see is a picture of her wearing a high school cheerleader outfit, her plot in full view for you to see. “…fine.”

“This is the first picture I ever did with Ryan.” Daisy giggled. She flipped the pages, showing her in more seductive poses, as the uniform is slowly stripped off of her. “It was a very hot day on the field.”

“I’ll bet.” you say, your heart racing. You don’t want to be here, now. You know her too well; she’s intentionally trying to get a rise out of you…in more ways than one.

“This is my first professional photo-shoot.” she says, turning the page to her in a see through negligee. “This was a fun day. Ryan spent hours taking photos of me. When we were done, wow, you should have seen the look in his eyes.”

“Yeah. That would have been funny.” a bead of sweat drops down your head. As she keeps turning the pages, her poses become more and risque. You are increasingly getting nervous at this, before finally having enough, and putting a hand on the book, preventing her from continuing.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I’m sorry, aren’t these poses a little…I don’t know…inappropriate? I don’t mean to sound like a prude, but this is just a fashion magazine, right?”

“Of course it is. These are just some of the unused photos.”

“Unused photos? Then why are you showing me these?”

“I think you know why.” she licks her lips, getting closer to you. “I’ve grown up, haven’t I?”

“Yeah…you’ve grown into a fine young mare.” you inch away from her, but she follows, “Ryan’s lucky to have you.”

“I don’t want to talk about Ryan, right now.” she practically crawls her way towards you. The end of the couch is reached, and she gets right on top of you.

“Daisy? What are you doing? This is…” you are silenced by a hoof on your mouth.

“No more talking.” She then leans down, pressing her lips against yours. You feel her tongue trying to break into your mouth. Moans exit her mouth, as her kisses become a bit more aggressive.

It doesn’t take long for you to push her off, onto her back. She gasps in shock as you stand from the couch, looking at her in disbelief. You bring out brief chuckles, as your mind races, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. Daisy continues to look at you with sultry and seductive eyes.

“What the hell is going on, here?” you ask forcefully.

“What does it look like? I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much. Now that you’re here, we can be together.”

“That time has come and gone, Daisy.” you say with a sense of finality, “You’re with Ryan, and I’m with Milky.”

“Ryan?” she cocks an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Ryan. Remember him? He’s your husband?”

“He’s so booooring.” she whines like a spoiled rich kid, “Yeah, he’s nice, but he’s….too nice. Plus, he doesn’t have much in the way of stamina, if you know what I mean.”

“Then why did you marry him?”

“Why not? He’s rich, he got me this job, and he was there for me when you left. But, I never forgot about you. Not for one second.”

“I don’t believe this.” You shake your head, turning to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to Milky, where I belong.”

“Milky?!” Daisy suddenly laughs out loud, “You don’t seriously love her, do you?”

You turn back around, asking, “Why do you say it like that?”

“She didn’t tell you about her last relationship?”

“She said the last guy was verbally abusive.”

“Oh, that Milky. Always lying.” she giggles, “He was more than that to her. Face it, she’s damaged goods. Just a pretty little flower that's been thoroughly plucked.”

You turn back around; ready to head for the door. Suddenly, you hear the sound of Daisy jumping onto the floor, and galloping towards you.

“Don’t you turn your back on me!”

You look to see her leaping towards you! She clamps onto you, wrapping her hooves around your body, and forcefully kissing you. You grab at her body, trying to push her off of you. You don’t want this. You haven’t wanted this for a long, long time.

“Get off me!” you shout. She takes a hoof, and shoves it into your pants, trying to get at your unwilling member. “Stop it!”

“You love me! I know it!”

“Daisy, stop!”

Just before you can fully push her off, the front door swings open. A loud gasp is heard. You know exactly who that gasp belongs to.

You turn your head to see the shocked eyes of Milky, staring at the two of you in the worst position possible. Her eyes begin to water, anger over takes her shock, and she turns to leave.

“Milky, wait!” you scream. Daisy still won’t budge. “Get off of me!”

“Leave her! She’s no good!”

“Shut up!” you shout, getting the strength to push her off your body. She lands on the floor, looking up at you with hate in her eyes. You do not care. “You stay away from me.” you point at her, shaking you head, “I don’t want to see you again.”

“You leave now, and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.”

It takes all of you not to go off on her, but you have bigger problems. You assume she is making empty threats, as you race out the door, chasing Milky, as she gallops as far away from the house as she could. She’s a fast runner, but you catch up to her. Reaching out an arm, you grab onto her shoulder, effectively stopping her.

“Milky…”

“Let go of me!” she tearfully yells. She looks at you with contempt.

“It’s not what it looks like…” you begin to say.

“OH REALLY?!” she bursts out laughing through the tears, “That’s what you’re going to say to me?”

“I’m serious! I just went over there to talk! I thought Ryan would be there, but he wasn’t. And then…”

“One thing led to another, right?” she interrupts, “I can’t believe you! I thought…” she chokes up, “I thought…”

“Milky, please!” you kneel to her, “I would NEVER do that! Just let me explain…”

“Go.” she says with venom in her voice.

“Go?” you pause, trying to decipher that two letter word, “W-what exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying go!” she yells, “Leave me! Get your things, get on the train and go back to where you came from! I don’t want to see you again!”

The irises in your eyes go small, and your heart sinks to the pits of your stomach. You almost collapse at the very instant she gets to those last seven terrible words.

“No…” now you’re the one tearing up. You don’t want to leave her. What she said is breaking your very soul. “No, don’t say that. You don’t mean that, Milky.” You put your hands on her cheeks, caressing them lovingly, trying to get her to remember the good times you shared with her. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, with you. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t say that!” she breaks away from you, crying her eyes out. “Don’t you dare say that to me, after what you did!”

“I didn’t do anything!” you shout, “If I wanted to cheat on you, why would I have invited you over after your shift?!” That’s a good question; you can see it in her eyes. “I wanted you to come over, so we can leave together, and have a nice lunch somewhere, so that I could tell you how I felt about you!”

Her attention piques at those words. Her ears flutter at what you’re about to say next.

“I NEVER wanted to cheat on you! Why would I cheat on such a sweet, beautiful, innocent mare such as yourself?! You talk to me like I wanted to hurt you! Like I wanted you to walk into that house, and see what you saw! I would NEVER hurt you! Hurting you is the last thing I ever would have done! And if I ever did that, I would throw myself off a cliff for being so stupid! You know why? You know why I would never hurt you?” She shakes her head.

Then you say it. Nay, you shout it.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” you practically scream to the heavens.

There was no more hiding it. You had to tell her. It was the only card you had in your hand to get her to not force you to leave. She does nothing but stare at you. Her eyes glisten with tears…but also a subtle hint of what appears to be relief or happiness. When she blinks, her eyes turn to confusion.

“W-what?” she says, “What did you say?”

“I love you, Milky.” you repeat, only with a softer tone.

She thinks for what felt like ages, occasionally glancing back at the ground below. The tension could be cut with a knife.

“I…I have to go.” she says quietly, “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

She walks away slowly. Well, she didn’t tell you to leave and never come back.

You walk back to the house a couple hours later, giving her time to be alone. It was nice outside; you traveled up a hill to look at the countryside. I was really quite lovely, seeing all the cows prance around the fields, eating hay. When the sun began its descent to the mountains, you decide that it’s time to go back to the house.

It was when the sun was halfway down the mountain, that you came home. The door was unlocked. That’s a good sign. It’s dark in the house. Milky didn’t turn on any of the lights…save for one. Her bedroom light bleeds through the cracks in the closed door.

You walk to her door, grabbing onto the handle. It’s locked. You sigh in sadness and disappointment. She doesn’t want to talk to you…not just yet. You place a hand on the door, pressing your ear against it. Silence. She might be asleep, or she’s just really quiet in there.

“Milky? It’s me.” you hear shuffling on the bed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk right now. I’m just telling you that I’m home now. When you do want to talk, I’ll be on the couch in the living room.” No answer. “Okay…I’ll just…leave you to it, then.”

You go back to the living room, and slump down on the couch, turning on the television to watch whatever is on. You can’t focus on any of the programs, though. All you can think about is what to say to Milky when she comes out of that room to face you. You already told her that you love her; does she feel the same? You do not know.

Night has fallen, and the moon has risen. You are getting pretty tired. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk tonight. Tomorrow is sounding like a better option. You did leave your clothes and stuff in the bedroom, but you don’t need it. You’ve spent nights sleeping with your regular clothes. Hell, recently you’ve spent nights with no clothes at all, but you don’t have a blanket with you, so sleeping with your clothes on is the best idea.

As you begin the lie down on the couch, the front door knocks. Who could that be? You get up from your position and look out the window. It’s Ryan. What’s he doing here?

You go to the door, and open it up.

“Ryan? What are…”

You don’t get another word out, as Ryan decks you hard in the jaw. You grab onto the spot he hit, shutting your eyes tightly in pain.

“What the hell?!” you yell at him.

“How dare you?!” he looks at you angrily.

He punches you again, this time in the gut. He’s a lot stronger than you are. You make attempts to defend yourself, but the man is powered by rage.

“Ryan! Please! Whatever Daisy told you, it’s not…”

You are punched again.

“Shut up!” he growls.

He grabs you by the throat, and slams you into the kitchen table, breaking the front legs, and sending you down to the floor. You can’t get up, as his grip on your neck is tightening. Any attempt to explain things to him will not work, as you can barely breathe. His grip tightens, until…

“HEY!” you hear the voice of Milky.

Suddenly, Milky comes to your aid, and pushes Ryan off of you. Finally, you can breathe again.

“Milky?!” Ryan looks at her with confusion. “What are you doing?!”

“Get…out…” she seethes with anger.

“Why? This little fucker tried to sleep with my wife!”

“And that gives you the right to kill him in my house?!”

“I wasn’t going to kill him!”

“Bullshit!” you manage to get out, before coughing. Any further, and you would have started walking into the light leading to the pearly gates.

“Milky, come on! You can't seriously be defending this guy, after what he did!”

“He didn’t do anything! It was your wife that did it!” she jumps to your defense, which is rather surprising. “I saw it, Ryan! Her hoof was down his pants!”

Silence. Ryan doesn’t know what to say. By all accounts, most guys wouldn’t believe a story like that. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Whatever is going on in his head, it’s taking over him. He looks over at you, then back at Milky.

“Milky, I’m sorry I…”

“Get out of my house…now.” she demands.

He pauses for a few extra seconds, before adhering to her command. He doesn’t apologize to you. You suppose he’s still wary of you. You don’t blame him; being told that your wife instigated the seduction would be hard to believe. He’s only leaving to not incur the wrath of Milky. You roll over off your back, holding onto your bleeding jaw. He hit you good in the eye as well; the eyelid is swelling up fast.

Milky goes to your side.

“Are you okay?” she asks you in a caring tone.

“I…I’m sorry.” you don’t pay attention to your injuries, as you pick up one of the broken tables legs. “I broke your table. Do you have any wood glue, or screws? I think I can fix this, I…” your attempts to not think about the pain have failed. It hurts to simply talk.

Milky puts a hoof around your head, and brings you down against her chest. She caresses your hair, allowing you to relax.

“It’s okay…” she whispers, “I’ll take care of you.”

You put a hand around her shoulder, bringing her close to you. She is literally the most comfortable thing you are up against right now. It’s a shame you’re kind of bleeding on her though.

Milky brings you to the bathroom. It’s hard to see, with your right eyelid feeling like it’s gone through the ringer, making it pretty much blind. You sit down on the toilet, as she gets close to you. She is inspecting your wounds.

“Your eyelid is swelling.”

“I was wondering why my depth perception was off.” you smirk, still trying to get your mind off the pain.

Milky goes to the cabinet under the sink, and gets a first aid kit. She opens it up, revealing some bandages, and some antiseptic. She looks back at your swollen eyelid.

“Wait here.” She says, exiting the bathroom. Where else are you planning on going? She comes back after a few seconds; holding a plastic bag full of ice cubes. She sets it down on your lap.

“Take this. It’ll help.” She says. You’re not going to disobey her. You take the ice bag, and put it on your swollen eye lid. The cold contact causes you to flinch, but you keep it there, knowing that it will bring down the swelling eventually.

She gets to work on the rest of your face. There’s a cut on your cheek; she puts some disinfectant on it, before putting a large bandage over it. The cut was small, so the size of the bandage felt like a bit of an overkill.

“Sorry…” she says, “I only have band aids for ponies.”

“It’s okay. It makes me look like a badass.”

She giggles at your words. A good sign. She inspects your lips. There’s a small cut on the bottom lip. She dabs some disinfectant on a piece of cloth, and puts it on your lip. You flinch at the stinging sensation. She chuckles.

“Don’t be such a filly.” she smiles, continuing her work. “So…you love me, huh?” You nod in response. “Were you going to tell me at lunch?”

“Yeah.” you reply, “I had the whole day planned in my head. I was going to tell you everything, including where I wanted the relationship to go.”

“And where exactly did you want this relationship to go?” she queries.

“I…I wanted to live with you. Call some movers, and bring my stuff down from Applewood. That is…if you said yes.” You watch her, as she continues cleaning your wounds, moving on from your lip, and onto the bruise on your other cheek. “Listen…about Daisy…”

“Forget about it.” she tries to wave it off.

“No.” you reach up, holding the hoof that was healing you, stopping what she was doing. Her full attention is on you. “I hurt you. But believe me when I say that I only came by to talk; nothing more.”

“I…” she pauses, “I know. I’m sorry I doubted you. I thought…being that you two were an item…”

“It’s all in the past now. I currently have my sights on another pony.” you smile. She looks deeper into your expression. You lean in for a kiss, but she backs away. “Milky?”

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” she looks away from you, “I can’t do this.”

“What’s the matter?”

“You’re better off with some other pony. I’m no good.”

“No good? What are you talking about? Milky, you’re wonderful. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Don’t…don’t do that. Don’t say things like that. I don’t deserve those kinds of words.”

“Milky…” you put a hand on her foreleg, “What’s the matter?”

She looks down at your hand. She sighs, before looking back at you.

“I haven’t been honest with you.” she says with shame, “My last coltfriend…he…he hurt me.”

You gave her foreleg a slight squeeze. You had been preparing yourself for this, since Daisy told you.

“What did he do?” you ask. Deep down, you are already getting angry.

“On the nights he would come home after drinking, he’d say things, I would try to calm him down, tell him to rest. But then, he would hit me. I would try to get away.” Her eyes travel past you, reminiscing about painful events. “He would scream at me, telling me how I was good for nothing. How I ruined his life. He would hold me down...and….” Her eyes shut, as tears flow from them. You hold her tight, bringing her in close to you. "The pain was excruciating."

“Where is he now?” you say, with rage in your voice, “Where is he? I’ll kill him.”

“He’s long gone. I made sure of it.”

“Did you…”

“No. I called the police…after the numerous times he…”

“Numerous?!”

“I didn’t know what to do! I was so scared! I was afraid of what he would do to me if I told anyone or anypony!” She pulls herself away from you. “I’ve been scared ever since. I tried to get into another relationship, but I kept getting cold hooves. Afraid that they would end up like him. But then…you came along. You were so kind…”

“All I did was milk you.” you give a gentle smile.

“You did more than that. You stayed with me. You comforted me. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted…you…so bad.”

“It’s not often I have that effect on ponies.” you chuckle, so does she.

“But, then I got scared again. Not because I was afraid you would hurt me, but that I was afraid I would hurt you. That I would drive you away.”

“Then don’t drive me away. Let me stay with you.”

“You’ve gone through so much already. You don’t need somepony like me to bring you down.”

“Milky…” you drop the bag of ice, and put your hands on her cheeks, “Haven’t you’ve heard a word I’ve been saying? I love you. You stuck by me, after I told you about myself, and I’m going to do the same. Nothing you say is ever going to get me to leave you, and I mean that in the least creepy way possible.”

She looks at you for what felt like ages. You can see the cogs in her head turning, as she takes in what you have said to her. You anticipate her telling you to go. If she did, there was nothing more you could do.

But then, she smiles, as she then says your name, with an air of love and affection in her voice. She leans in closer to you.

“Then, there’s something else I want to tell you.” she whispers.

“What is it?”

“I…” she licks her lips, “I love you….and I want you to stay with me.”

“Consider it done.” you go in, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. You continue to be gentle with her, and she doesn’t seem to mind. Slowly, she gets up on your lap, straddling you, as your romantic kiss continues. You pick her up, and bring her out of the bathroom.

You carry her into the bedroom, and bring her down onto the bed. You get on top of her, as you keep on kissing her. She then tries to get rougher, getting at your shirt, trying to take it off quickly. You put your hands on her hooves, stopping her.

“What?” she wonders.

“There’s something I want to try. It’s risky, but I think it will work.” You lean down to her ear. Taking the chance, you nibble on it sensually. She gasps, as she puts a hoof on your chest, caressing it. “I want to make love to you.” you whisper.

She is silent. You loom over her, wondering if she wants you to undertake this task. Soon, she nods, allowing you to continue.

Slowly, you take off your shirt, followed by your socks, pants, and underwear, as you go back on top of her. You kiss her on the lips, followed by her cheek, then her neck, then every single inch of her on the way down to her marehood. Her breathing has become heavy, as you feel her body carefully, behaving like you are touching her for the first time. You take in the sweet scent that her sex is producing, as you get closer to it.

You extend your tongue out, and give it a lick. She gasps again. You insert your fingers inside, carefully inspecting her, while still giving her pleasure. You lick her clitoris slowly, letting her taste take hold of you.

She says your name again, as her slit becomes wetter with anticipation.

“No more…” she says with bated breaths, “Stop teasing me.”

You keep teasing her, wrapping your mouth around one of her teats, tasting her warm delicious milk. You then lick her nipple, before biting down on it, producing a slight yelp from her. You look back, making sure that you didn’t go too far, but she smiles down upon you, letting you know that she liked it.

Gradually, you begin making your way back up top, kissing her stomach, and giving it a slight rub. You tried this once, which made her giggle and moan, before telling you to stop, but that was when she wanted you to be rough with her. Now, she allows you to go through with it, and you do so with a great deal of affection. You love exploring her body, and this was something you always wanted to do. You can tell from the look on her face, that your very touch is driving her wild. She bites her lip seductively, as you travel back to her, kissing every part of her, ending on her soft and wanting lips.

“I always wanted to do that.” you say to her.

“I could tell.” she puts a hoof on your cheek, “Don’t stop.”

You stare into her loving eyes, are you guide your erect member to her entrance. She opens her mouth slightly, as she can feel you slowly entering her body. You are all the way in, and she closes her eyes, feeling every inch of you.

“That’s it…” she whispers.

You push in and out of her at a gradual pace. You can tell she has never done this before, and it dawns on you why. Her coltfriend never made love to her; he was rough with her, he hurt her. It was all she knew. That’s why she was so hesitant at the act, it was foreign to her. You imagine the times she spent with that abusive colt, imagining him hurting her. The thoughts begin to choke you up. You couldn’t bear to imagine her like that. A tear comes out of your left eye, and it drops on her cheek. She opens her eyes, looking up at you. She puts a hoof on your face, caressing it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks you.

“Nothing.” you smile, foregoing any more negative thoughts, “Nothing at all.”

She smiles at your words, as she closes her eyes yet again, feeling your every move inside of her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close to you, as you continue to make love to her gently. Her soft and perfect body pressed up against you during the act, is more comforting than you ever imagine. You close your eyes too, as the feeling of being one with her washes over you.

“Promise me…” she says, “Promise that you will never leave me.”

“I promise.” you reply. You mean it too. She is everything to you now, and you are going to do whatever possible to keep this relationship alive.

You feel her wrap her back legs around your waist, pushing you into her further. You kiss her on the neck, as she lets out a pleasured moan. Her heavy breathing returns, as she grinds upwards on your shaft. She then kisses your shoulder and neck, caressing your back, and the scars that it holds. Then, you can feel her tears pouring onto your shoulder. You open your eyes up, and look back at her.

“Am I hurting you?” you ask.

“No…” she says softly, “This is…” she lets out another moan, “…perfect.”

You move your hands onto the headboard, as you raise yourself up a little, to look upon her with the expression of sexual nirvana. Seeing her in this state brings a smile on your face. She continues to gasp, moan, and breathe heavily, as her inner walls begin to tighten.

“Ah…I’m almost…there…” she says in between moans.

You are getting close yourself, but not as soon as you usually were, during your more rough and tumble bouts with her. You lean down, and give her a romantic kiss, playing with her tongue briefly, before separating your mouth from hers. She almost leans up after you, not ready to break away from the lip lock.

“I love you, Milky.”

She opens her eyes, revealing those beautiful green pearls in the moonlight bleeding into the room. She smiles, as your words travel through her ears and thoughts.

“I love you too.” she says with as much affection as she can conjure.

You go back down, hands still on the headboard, as you push into her just a little faster, but not rougher. Her walls have gotten tighter, as she bites down on your shoulder, continuing to moan with ecstasy.

“I…I’m going to…ah…” she doesn’t complete it, but you know what she’s going to say. You’ve heard it enough times to know.

You still have a few more thrusts to go, so you keep on going, as her heavy breathing becomes squeals of delight. She says your name multiple times, and holds onto you as tight as possible, as she reaches her impending climax.

Finally, her walls clench down on you, as she has a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal juices soaking up your length, as you thrust into her. You don’t even hear her breathe during her moment of sexual pleasure, seeing her mouth agape, and her fluids pouring out of her. The sensation becomes too strong for you, when not a few seconds after she had completed her climax, you release your seed inside of her, filling her up with your warm essence.

As you cum, she commences breathing again, as she feels your semen flow into her stomach. She caresses your trembling body, calming you down. Your sweat glistens off your body, and falls onto hers. She kisses your shoulder, then your cheek, and finally your lips. You open your eyes too look upon her gentle face. It is the look of absolute satisfaction.

“That was…incredible.” She says. There is truth in her voice. This makes you happy to hear.

“Good. I was getting a little worried there.” you jest. “Do you…do you really want me to stay?”

“Yes. I want you to stay with me…for as long as you want me.”

“That won’t be too hard.” you chuckle, “I’ll always want you.” You lean down for another kiss.

“What about your parents?”

“I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to relax with you.”

“That might be difficult.” She has a devilish grin.

“Why is that?”

“Because, I want you to go again.”

“Milky, I still have to recover from getting my ass kicked.” you chuckle.

“Okay.” She then forces you onto your back, rolling over on top of you. She giggles, as she can see the surprised look on your face. “I suppose I’ll give this making love thing a try, now.”

“That sounds like a plan.” you smirk.

The two of you stand in the Dairy, helping out the customers. You make the occasional glance at one another, smiling at the unforgettable night you just shared. It had only been two weeks’ time, but Milky Way has become the most valuable thing in your life right now, probably ever. When this shift is over, all you want to do is take her to a nice romantic dinner, followed by another night of lovemaking. Or taking a bit of a break, and watch a flick, either way works.

You do wonder what happened between Ryan and Daisy, though. You almost want to follow up on what happened, but honestly, your thoughts are so far away from them right now, that it’s the last thing on your list of things to do in Trottingham.

The thought about what to say to your parent’s crosses your mind, however. You haven’t spoken to them in days, nor have you received any texts from them. You hope that they have finally left you alone, allowing you to live your life as you saw fit. Then again, they weren’t the type of people to do that.

“Let in the next five.” Milky tells you.

“Yes Ma’am.” you say with a smirk. You open the door, and let the next five customers in. “Welcome to Milky’s….” your voice trails off as you see the last two people in front of you. They are the last two people you ever expected in this town to stand before you. They look at you with shocked and judgmental eyes. Sweat drops from your head at the mere sight of them.

They are your parents.

“Hello, Son.” your Father says.

“Dad? Mom?”

Oh shit.

Author's Note

Enjoy that love scene. It's the last one I'm writing for this story.

Taking A Stand

Well shit.

What should have been a normal day at Milky’s dairy, has soon become a hotspot for what could be the biggest scene in the history of Trottingham.

Here you are, standing at the entrance of the Dairy, face to face with your Mother and Father. Two people who you do NOT want to be right in front of you at this moment. Their gaze alternates between you, and the mare that you have spent the last two weeks with, looking upon the both of you with simultaneous suspicious and judgmental eyes. Milky is still behind the counter; they cannot see her special talent(s) yet.

Milky goes back to serving the customers, while you stand silently with your parents. It’s lucky for the both of you, that the morning rush is going to end in a few minutes. Right now, though, you should speak up.

“Dad? Mom? What are you doing here?”

“We came to see you, of course.” your Father says, “Wanted to see what has been keeping you from coming back home.”

“I’m…” you think, “I’m still on vacation, remember? Besides, it’s not like my landlord is getting sick of looking at an empty apartment. I don’t think, anyway.”

“I thought you were using your vacation time to see the world…” you Mother interjects, “Not just stay in one place.”

“Yeah, but…it’s kind of nice here.”

Your parents get a good look at your appearance, gasping at the black eye you have developed from last night’s beating. Mom puts a hand out to inspect it.

“What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?”

“No, Mom.” you lean back, refusing to let her touch you, “I fell and hit my head pretty bad. Don’t worry I’m fine. I’ve had worse. You would know.” You put a good amount of venom in those last words.

They either ignore it, or are good at not showing their emotions, as they both glance over at Milky, who is finishing up with the last of the customers.

“Is that the girl from the picture?” Mom asks, in an uncomfortable tone, “She seems rather…homely.” She already doesn’t like Milky. That was to be expected, though.

“Yes, Mom.” you say in annoyance, “It’s the girl.” You're about to correct her about that ‘homely’ crack, but you refrain from speaking further. You look back at Milky, then at your Parents. “Excuse me for a second.”

You walk over to Milky, and lean down to her.

“Are those your parents?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my. They don’t look happy with me.”

You see the disapproving glance they are giving you and Milky. “No, I don’t think so.”

“What do we do?”

“They don’t know about…us. For the time being, just play along, okay?”

“Okay.” she motions to her teats, “What about these?”

“Get an apron, and hide them. I don’t want to shock them just yet.”

“Gotcha.” She gets an apron from underneath the counter, wrapping it around her waist, perfectly covering her mammaries. “You should probably get back to talking to them, they could start getting suspicious.”

“Will you be okay with the customers?”

“Hey, I’ve survived this long without you. I think I can manage.” she smirks.

“Alright.” you lean in close to her ear, “Whatever happens…I love you.” you whisper.

“Ditto.” she smiles.

You stand, and go back to the waiting Mom and Dad. They look at you with raised eyebrows.

“What was that about?” Dad asks, “You were over there for quite a while.”

“She was wondering who I was talking to. I was just letting her know.”

“How much does she know about us?” Mom wonders.

“Nothing specific.” you lie to them, “It’s um…surprising to see you here. You could have just called, you know.”

“Knowing you, we figured you’d still be here.” Mom says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Your Mom is saying that you can be easily…swayed into things.”

Oh no. They are NOT doing this in front of everybody and everypony here. You shake your head, and do what you can to change the topic of conversation as quickly as possible.

“Well, it’s…nice to see you. I guess.” Saying the word nice in conjunction with your parents makes your stomach turn. “Do you…um…want to have dinner with us? Show you around town?”

“Us?” Dad says, “She’ll be coming with us?” he looks over at Milky.

“Why not? She’s my friend.” You are adamant about bringing her along.

Your Mom and Dad look at each other. They look like they want to say no, but you’re not going to have any of it if they did. They turn back to you, and nod with much hesitancy. You give out a hopeful smile, just as Milky finishes with the last customer. She walks up to your side, giving you a poke on the hip to let you know she’s next to you.

“Oh, hey.” you say, “Mom? Dad? This is my friend, Milky Way.”

“Nice to meet you.” she says happily, holding out a hoof for a shake. Your Father nervously shakes it. At least he’s showing some semblance of manners, despite that look on his face, suggesting that he’s reaching into a clogged toilet. “So, what’s happening?”

“We’re going to go out to a nice dinner.”

“Oh, how lovely.” Milky smiles, “We should make a stop off at home first. Don’t want to look like I just got off work.” she chuckles, “I’m sure you’d want to get ready, yourself.”

“Wait…home?” Mom nearly snips, “You’re living with her?”

“Uh…” you stammer. You don’t know how to tell the story without sounding like you're in a relationship with her.

“Yes.” Milky interjects. You can see your Parents nostrils flare up; you hope Milky has a plan. “The hotel he was staying at had a bit of a bug problem, and the others around here were busy during the holiday we had last week. Lucky, I had a room for rent, and allowed him to stay over for the time being.”

That’s a good story. You nod to Milky your thanks. She returns the gesture with her own nod. Your Parents still aren’t pleased with the tale.

“That should have been a sign to move on elsewhere, son.” says Dad in a rude tone.

“It was nice here. I wanted to stay longer.” You don’t want to argue with them right now, or ever, for that matter. “Come on. I’ll take you to Milky’s.”

The two of you guide your parents to Milky’s house. Upon opening the door, you let Milky in first, then yourself, and then your parents. Your lead them over to the couch and the living room. When they sit down, you reminisce about that couch’s history. It was the first place you and Milky had sex. It takes your all not to snicker, as they shift about on the mattress.

They look over at the broken table.

“What happened there?” asked Dad.

“That’s what I hit my head on. Tripped over on the carpet in the middle of the night. Nasty business, that was. Milky was nice enough to help me out.” You love to take opportunities to let others know how great Milky is. That makes you feel good on the inside.

“You should have gone to the doctor. I don’t want any ponies touching our boy.” snides Mother.

“Pony doctors exist, you know.”

“I only trust human doctors, with hands and fingers. None of those dirty looking hooves. Trotting on the ground all day. Disgusting. I don’t even trust unicorn doctors, either.” There’s no end to her rudeness. You shake it off, forgetting she even opened her mouth.

Just then, you hear Milky call you from her room. She sounds strained. You excuse yourself, and walk into the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, getting away from them for a few precious moments, and find Milky hunched down on the floor, with a look of discomfort.

“What’s the matter? You aren’t in heat again, are you?” You’re really not in the mood for some spontaneous sex, as incredible as that sounds.

“No, nothing like that. I…haven’t been milked yet.” she says. You almost hit yourself; forgetting that Milky normally had to be milked before closing time at the dairy. She must have been holding it in for the past hour.

“Just relax, I’ll be back in a few seconds with the bucket.”

“Hurry.” she whimpers, “I can’t hold it for much longer.”

You hurry out of the bedroom, past your parents, into the kitchen, and you take the bucket from the cabinet. Your parents notice you now carrying a rather large bucket in your hand.

“What’s with the bucket?” Dad queries.

“There’s a big spider in Milky’s room. She doesn’t want me to kill it, so I’m going to trap it, and throw it out the window.” Good lie, and from the looks on their faces, they buy it hook line and sinker. They motion to you to hurry up and get rid of it, and you do so at lightning speed. You run into the bedroom, shut the door, set the bucket down, and get to milking the Milkmare.

“Ooohhh, that feels good.” she sighs out of comfort, putting a hoof on your shoulder.

“Sorry for being so late.” you apologize, “I almost forgot. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry. You were so caught up with your parents being here. I don’t blame you. How is it going out there?”

“Terrible. Dad is being rude, and Mom is as racist as always. I put them on the couch that we had sex on.” The two of you giggle like mischievous school children. “Frankly, I’m more worried about you. Are you going to be okay?” you ask.

“I could ask you the same thing.” she chortles, “What are we going to tell them?”

“I don’t know. I was planning on sending them a letter, or talk with them over the phone, but not THIS soon. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous.”

“It’ll be fine.” she gives you a kiss on the cheek, “If they get out of line with you, I’ll straighten them out.”

“And if they get out of line with YOU, I’ll be doing the straightening out.” you smile. The two of you lean in for a brief kiss, before you hear the voice of Dad calling out to you.

“You get rid of that spider, yet?” He almost sounds impatient.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in a second!” you yell back, mad that he interrupted one of your kisses with Milky. You caress her cheek. “I’ll let you get ready.”

“I won’t be long.” she smirks, “Good luck.”

You leave the bucket in the room, as you allow Milky to freshen up for the night on the town. You go back to your parents, letting them know that the spider has been taken care of, and you’re going to go off and brush your hair. Have to look presentable for tonight, and all.

It takes a good fifteen minutes for you and Milky to get ready to go. Milky has put on a simple yet lovely red dress, accentuating her body, but perfectly covering her assets. It makes your look seem lazy by comparison. All you did was slick your hair back, and put on a nice jacket for the cold weather outside.

The two of you discuss where to take your parents, and the one place that seemed like the best idea was the Appleloosa Bar and Grill. It’s got plenty of human friendly food, and you have to admit, the company inside is nice and sociable.

A quick (yet silent) walk later, and you all arrive. You do the honors and reserve a seat. Looking back at the parents, you can see them examining the place with a look of mild curiosity, and unpleasantness. They especially do not like that they spy a human and pony couple sitting together, looking upon one another with love and tenderness. Your father asks to leave and go someplace else, but you stand your ground, and tell him that it’s a common sight to see in the town (something that your Mother annoyingly told you two weeks ago). You tell him to ignore it if he feels uncomfortable.

The four of you are seated, and as you wait for your server, the owner of the place, who you recognize as the guy that hosted that fateful karaoke night, comes walking on by. He spots you, and flashes a wide smile, recognizing you instantaneously. He walks on over to your table with a confident strut.

“Howdy, ya’ll!” he says with a friendly tone, “Fancy seeing you two again so soon! I must say, that was some mighty impressive singing.”

“It was nothing.” you say with a chuckle.

“And who are these fine folks?” he turns to your parents.

“Those are my parents.”

“My goodness. Well, being the parents of such a fine gentleman, is there anything you need?”

“Yeah. Can we have a human waiter?” you Mom blurts out. Your stomach nearly falls out of you in embarrassment.

The Owner looks back at you. He could see the racial undertones from two thousand miles away. Using your gift of facial gestures, you let him know that yes, your parents are a bunch of racist assholes. He puts on his best smile, as he turns back to you Mother.

“Of course, Ma’am. We tend to oblige with any and all requests.”

As he walks away, you turn to see him stop a unicorn waitress in her tracks, whispering something in her ear. No doubt, telling her to move on to another table. You feel really bad for the poor mare, but you endure.

“You didn’t tell us you sang.” Dad catches your attention back to him.

You look at the faces of your parents and are shocked to see a look of genuine curiosity, and a little bit of pride. The parents that they once were glimmer ever so briefly before you. That’s why you have to lie to them, yet again.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t very good.” you wave it off with a chuckle.

“What did you sing?” Mom asks.

“Just some Metallica song. I really did a mediocre job at it.”

“I thought you were pretty good.” Milky smiles.

All eyes turn back to her now. Whatever good mood you set for them, Milky just took that away for merely speaking. Dad clears his throat, readying himself for a Q&A session with this mare.

“So…Milky, was it? What exactly do you do for a living?”

“I own a Dairy. Milky’s Way, just like my name.” she chuckles, they don’t share the same sentiment.

“Okay, but what exactly do you do, that requires our son’s help?”

“Dad, come on.” you try to intervene.

“No, it’s fine.” she assures you, before turning back to your Dad, “My store can be somewhat popular. It’s known as the finest place to get milk in Trottingham. The mornings can get pretty hectic, with a lot of customers trying to barge into my small establishment. Your son here, makes sure that the customers don’t get out of line, and try to storm the place. He also helps with milking my…*ahem* cows, back at the dairy farm outside the town.”

“Why is your milk so popular?” Mom wonders.

“That’s because I…put a little something extra in it, making the taste very sweet. You should try it sometime.” she grins. You chortle silently.

“Thanks, but we’ll pass.” Mom waves off the offer. Oh well, it would have been funny to see.

The human waiter shows up, and you all take your orders. Your Mother, the chicken tenders, your Father, the pork ribs. That cobb salad Milky had looked delicious the last time you saw her ate it, so you ordered that. Milky orders the same. Once the waiter leaves, your parents once again have those suspiciously raised eyebrows.

“Milky…” your Dad speaks, “You do know there’s chicken in that cobb salad, don’t you?”

“Of course.” she says with a grin.

“I thought ponies do not eat meat.”

“Well, we normally don’t. Unlike things like daffodils and salads, we find no real nutritional value of chicken or pork. It doesn’t mean we can’t eat it, or appreciate the taste. Besides, with the lettuce leaves, tomatoes, olives, cucumbers, and the shredded cheese, I think a little chicken isn’t going to do me any harm.”

Dad nods, seemingly in understanding. You look upon her with pride and admiration, impressed that she is holding her own remarkably well with them. She gets up from the seat.

“Sorry, I have to use the restroom.”

“Don’t take too long.” You say, “Don’t want your food getting cold.”

“It’s a salad. How much colder could it get?” she chuckles with a little wave, before disappearing from your sight.

Now it’s just you and your parents. You look back to see their eyes piercing the very fabric of your soul. It’s a little uncomfortable.

“She’s nice, right?” you smirk, hoping that they at least agree with you.

“Who is she to you?” Dad doesn’t waste any time with the questions.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Just what is she to you?” though he’s once again right to mistrust you, the condensation in his tone is enough to make your blood boil.

“She’s just a friend, Dad. Geez, am I not allowed to have pony friends?”

“You two are a little too close to be friends” Mom gives her own opinion.

“You’re just saying that because she’s a girl. We just have things in common. I bet if I brought a colt along, and acted the same, you wouldn’t be like this.”

“No, we’d be worried for entirely different reasons.” says Dad.

“Come on. We brought you here, to this nice place, for a nice dinner. You got your human waiter, what more do you want?”

“We want to know just what the extent of your relationship is with this Milky.” Dad practically growls.

You put your hands up. You are through talking about this, right now. This is not the time or the place to be throwing around snide comments and accusations.

“Okay, no.” you say with defiance, “I am not going to let you cause a scene in this restaurant. You want to look at me with suspicion? Fine. You want to silently judge Milky just for being my friend? Sure, why not? But I am done talking about this, alright? I’m not in the mood.”

Your Parents remain in stunned silence at your refusal to answer their question. At first, it feels good to tell them off, but then the worry takes hold of you. The fact that you refuse to talk about it, maybe have been seen as confirmation that you are involved with Milky. You could tell yourself that you’re just over thinking things, but you remember the last time you did that…and how completely right you were.

Milky returns, and not a moment too soon. She sits back down next to you, just as your food arrives. It looked delicious, just as it always did. Noticing your parents, you could tell that even they thought the food looked rather scrumptious. Your parents mumble a little prayer, thanking the lord for the meal and whatnot, before getting to the chow.

Trying the cobb salad, you find that your instincts were right, and it was really good. You pat Milky on the shoulder in approval at the meal.

Unfortunately, Mother noticed that little pat.

“So, Milky…” Mom swallows her food, “How long have you been in Trottingham?”

“All my life, since I was just a little filly.”

“I see. So, you’re aware of all the customs here, and stuff?”

“Of course.”

“Then tell me, what are your opinions on human and pony relationships?”

You drop your fork on the plate. Not this shit again. You throw a disapproving look at Mom.

“Mom, please.”

“It’s just a simple question, honey. No need to get upset.”

“It’s fine.” she looks at you with assurance, “The thing is…I don’t really have much of an opinion.”

“Why is that?”

“I’ve been living here for so long, that seeing such coupling has been a normal occurrence in my life. Sure, at first it was a little…strange, considering that we’re of a different race, but over time, I sort of…liked it. I mean, if it has been going on since forever, it can’t be all bad, right?”

Mom and Dad chuckle in disbelief. Pandora’s Box has just been opened.

“You poor dear.” Mom snorts, “It’s okay, because you haven’t been properly educated on this, but human and pony relationships are entirely wrong.”

“Why is that?” Milky cocks her head, curious.

“Because…look at you! You’re a bunch of horses, and we’re human. You can't seriously tell me at no point did you find this the least bit offensive.”

If they weren’t your parents, if they were any other ignorant assholes, nothing would stop you from leaping over the table and throttling them. However, you want to know where this is going, as much as it makes your skin crawl from your muscle and bones.

“Well…no. I didn’t. Like I said, I found it odd at first, but offensive? No.”

“Humans and ponies are too different to even consider having such a relationship.” Dad enters the ring, “Sure, you may talk, and have some form of emotions, but you’re still just animals.”

“We could say the same about you humans, but you don’t hear us saying anything.”

Point goes to Milky.

“Yes, but that’s because you creatures are easily corrupted by such vile ideas. There are many reasons why human and pony couplings are a slight against the almighty…” Dad causally points up to the ceiling, “The most obvious being that humans and ponies cannot create life together. Our species are not compatible with one another. Any sort of sacrilegious fornication would just be nothing but another form of bestiality. And you’re telling us that that doesn’t bother you?”

You slowly move your hand to Milky’s thigh, giving it a reassuring, loving squeeze, letting her know to not back down against these people, and that you have her back if they truly get out of line with her. She gives you a subtle smirk, before going back for another round.

“It’s true. We cannot have children or foals together, and that is a little disheartening. But a lot of couples endure with that disadvantage, resorting to adoption. Statistics say that human and pony parents are just as good as parents who are just humans or just ponies.”

“Those statistics are manufactured by orphanages to make themselves feel better.” Mom interjects.

“Manufactured or not, the government made human and pony relationships legal decades ago, after it was concluded that ponies share the same amount of intellect, maturity, and emotions as the average human being. There are even ponies who are a part of congress, the united nations, even the vice president is a pony.”

“Well…the government isn’t always right. Them letting you creatures into office is proof of that.”

Milky is taken aback by that comment. You see her eyes water. She shifts her sight to you and your parents, in utter amazement that you came from such monsters. The metaphorical gloves are off now.

“At least I don’t pray to a false deity.”

That fucking woke them up. Your parents look at Milky like she’s the Devil incarnate.

“What did you just say?!” Dad shouts.

That scene you didn’t want happening? It’s happening.

“You heard me. We have Celestia, Luna, and Twilight. Gods who control the sun, the moon and the stars. Pegasi who control the weather, and unicorns who can create miracles out of thin air. What do you have? A pasty face old fart with a cloak and a big beard, and as far as I’m concerned, he isn’t real!”

Your Dad’s fist clenches. You prepare to defend Milky’s honor and physical well-being.

“How DARE YOU?!” Dad shouts, “I am NOT going to be talked down to by an ugly, stupid animal such as yourself! You think you’re so righteous, sitting there in your dress, eating that meat, like you’re a human?! I have news for you, girl; you’re NOT human! You will never BE human! And you will not sit there and judge me like a human!”

“ENOUGH!” you scream at the top of your lungs, effectively silencing them. “I will not allow you to talk to Milky that way!”

“Why not?! She’s a dumb animal, like all ponies are! They belong in a farm, with the cows and the pigs!”

Milky’s eyes tear up. The words pouring through your Father’s mouth stings her like a thousand knives to the heart. That brave mare you saw minutes ago is crumbling at the words of a person you want nothing more than to pummel the shit out of.

“Don’t you say another god damn word.” you calmly say, with rage leaking from every pore in your skin.

“Don’t blaspheme!” Mom shouts, “And don’t talk to your Father that way!”

“Tell me, Son. What is this pathetic creature to you?”

Time to tell them.

“You want to know Dad? Mom? You want to know what Milky is to me? You want to know my actual opinion on this whole entire thing? I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU!”

You grab Milky by the cheeks, and pull her in for the most romantic kiss you can conjure up right then and there. Milky lets out a surprised moan, as you kiss her with such intimacy and gentleness, that she is totally into it. Time literally stops, as the two of you lock lips for what felt like eons.

Man, your parents are probably super pissed right now. You laugh on the inside.

You separate from what could possibly be the best kiss you have ever given, and look back at your red as hell parents, holding on to Milky like she is (and she really is) the best thing in your life.

“Son…you get away from that thing…this instant.” Dad fumes.

You get up from the seat, Milky in tow, ready to leave, refusing to bow down to these people.

“No, Dad.” you say, “I’m not leaving her. Not now, not ever.”

Mom and Dad get up from their seats. All eyes in the restaurant are on you four. This is one hell of a standoff.

“Son…you’re not well…” Mom says, “Just let her go, and come home with us.”

You look back at Milky. She smiles her fantastic smile. You lean in, and give her a kiss on the cheek, letting her know that it’s going to be okay. You loosen your grip on her, letting her stand on her own four hooves. Slowly, you walk over to your parents, who are mistakenly convinced that you are listening to them.

“Get out.” you whisper.

“What?” your Dad is shocked.

“Get….the….fuck…out.”

“You don’t talk to your family that way.”

“You’re not my family. You never have been.” A little harsh, but they called Milky an ugly and stupid animal; you’re going all out.

“Son…be reasonable.” Dad pleads, “You would really turn your back on us?”

“I turned my back on you a long time ago.” The words are daggers in your parents. Dad clenches his fist again.

“This is your last chance.” Dad says, about to burst, “Come home, or else.”

“Or else what? You’re going to hit me? You did that once already. Did you bring the metal ruler with you? Where did you put it? Up your ass, where it belongs?”

Your Father raises his fist, about to strike you. You prepare yourself for it. His fist comes down….

“No!” Milky shouts.

In a move that you did not see coming, Milky pushes you out of the way, and TAKES the hit for you! She falls, hitting her head against the table with a loud smack. The crowd gasps…you scream.

“MILKY!” you kneel down, cradling her.

She looks up at you, alive and conscious, but the top of her brow has been cut by the impact with the table. She smiles, whilst wincing in pain.

“Owww….” she says with a chuckle, “That really hurt.”

You smile, happy she’s okay. Your expression changes when you look up to see the mortified looks of your parents.

“Get out.” You repeat yourself.

“Son…I…” Dad trails with remorse at what he did.

“GET OUT!” you roar at them, “I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT OF HERE!”

Your parents stand there, not knowing what to do.

“Leave…now…” you say with a large amount of seething hatred.

Your parents leave. The room is suddenly a little less tense now. Applause from the customers echo through the restaurant at their exit. You look back down, tending to Milky.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“I’ll live.” she smirks, “Ponies have much stronger skulls than humans do.”

“I should take you to see a doctor, anyway.”

“No. I’m fine, really. It’s just a cut.”

The owner of the place returns, kneeling down to you.

“Sir? Are you and your wife okay?”

You freeze at the utterance of the word wife. You have the opportunity to correct him, she has the opportunity too. However, the both of you did something unexpected.

Neither of you corrected him.

“We’re fine.” you say, “Sorry for all the trouble.”

“Are you sure? We can call the cops on them.”

“I don’t think we’re going to see them again, anytime soon. Here…” you reach down into your pocket, “Let me pay for the meal.”

“Forget it.” he says, “It’s on the house. You go home and take care of your wife now, ya hear?” he looks down at Milky, “He’s a lucky man to have you, Milky.”

“You’re damn right he is.” she looks at you with loving eyes.

You carry Milky into the bathroom of her home, setting her down on the toilet, as you get her first aid kit. Total déjà vu.

“I’m going to clean the cut.” you tell her, dabbing antiseptic on a paper towel, “This might sting a little bit.” You put the paper towel on her, she winces in pain. “Hey, don’t be such a filly, remember?” you jest.

“That was a lip cut, this is something a little bigger.”

“You know…” your face becomes a bit more serious, with a look of regret, “You didn’t have to do that.”

She puts a hoof up on your arm, stopping you. She stares into your eyes, with tears coming out of them. Seeing her like that brings tears to your eyes too.

“I wanted to.” she says, as a tear runs down her cheek, “They’ve done enough to you.”

Those words touched you hard. Tears run down your face in response. Your words are strained, trying not to choke up.

“Milky…” you put a hand on her cheek, “I really don’t deserve you.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to deal with it. You big goofball.” she cracks a smile, still crying. You continue with tending to her cut. Once it’s cleaned, you put one of those large pony bandaids on her brow. "I can't believe people like that exist. No offense, since they're your parents."

"None taken. I assume you haven't been anywhere outside of Trottingham?"

"Oh my gosh, are they everywhere?"

"Jesus, no. There are plenty of nice people that are very religious. I knew some people at Church who were very welcoming and tolerant of this..." you point to yourself and her, "...kind of relationship. As with most religions, there's...a rare few that...take things more seriously than others, and you just met two of them." Pausing for a few moments, you shake your head with a chuckle, "But, enough about that. We're not going to make this a thing about religion. I have to say though, what you said to them? That was something."

"It was worth it to see their faces." she laughs, "By the way, you didn’t correct the guy.” she says.

“What?”

“You didn’t say that we weren’t married.”

“Neither did you.” you smirk.

“Well, being on the floor with a cut does tend to mess with thoughts and mouth functions…but I see your point.”

The two of you stay in silence. The thought seems to cross both your minds. Maybe…just maybe…

“Milky, will you…”

“No.”

“N-No?” you are shocked.

“I mean, the offer is tempting, but we’ve only known each other for two weeks.”

“We fell in love in less than two weeks.”

“Touché.” she chuckles, “Love is one thing, marriage is something else entirely.”

“True. You’re probably right. Marriage is expensive, and I’d have to get you a ring…a pony version of that, but still….”

“You’re saying that I’m not worth it?”

“Oh no, you are so worth it. I’m actually just being cheeky right now.”

“I see.” She puts a hoof on your shoulder, “Tell you what. I’ll give it two months.”

“Two months?”

“Yep. If in two months, we are as much in love as we are now, I’ll ask you to marry me.”

“Wait…you? I thought it was tradition for the guy to ask.”

“Look buddy, this relationship is unconventional already. Let’s switch things up a bit, and give me the marriage duties.”

You think about this. It sounds like a pretty good plan. You smile.

“Okay. Two months. If we still love each other, you can ask me to marry you.”

“Deal.”

You bring a hand up, stroking her mane, looking at her bandage. You chuckle at the sight. She looks pretty attractive with this look.

“You know, you look kind of sexy with a bandage on. Makes you look tough.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself. That black eye is pretty hot, if I do say so myself.”

“I can always go and get the other eye punched, and then I’ll really be irresistible.”

“No…” she leans in. Lips hovering over yours, “You look just fine.”

She goes in for another incredible kiss. You move your hands to the bottom of her dress. She lifts her forelegs, allowing you to take the dress off of her. You glance down at her teats. You chuckle.

"Hey, what do you think they would have done if they saw those?"

"You want to find out? We can follow them back home, just so I can flash them."

"No. I think they're better off not knowing. I want them out of my life, not dead."

"That's fair. Now, come here you."

You wrap your arms around her, lifting her off the toilet seat, and letting her legs wrap around your waist. Your hands caress her back, and her hooves caress yours. You separate from the kiss. As the two of you look upon one another, she puts a hoof on your cheek, slowly feeling it against her hoof.

“Make love to me.” She says softly.

“Yes ma’am.”

Resolution(s)

It’s been nearly two months.

Two months to the day when you and Milky went into an agreement about the relationship that you two decided to embark upon. You agreed that in two months’ time, if you and Milky were still very much in love, she would ask you to marry her.

Time had seemed to speed up since that night, and what has changed between now and then has been almost nothing. You quit your job back home, telling them that you have moved on to another line of work. You also called up the movers, and all the stuff you wanted from your old residence, was brought over to Milky’s.

You have your television, which is much nicer than Milky’s admittedly archaic set, along with your games and movies. All your clothes have been brought over too, which is good, so now you don’t have to keep going out to buy more.

As for your feelings for Milky, you are still in love with her. In fact, you will always be in love with her. The problem is that you’re not sure if she loves you just as much. There really is no reason why she wouldn’t love you back. She still says ‘I love you’ all the time, and your time in the sack with her had continued to be a mixture of hot and heavy, and slow and gentle, depending on what you two are in the mood for that night..

You shouldn’t be so worrisome about this. If the time comes, and she doesn’t want to marry you, that doesn’t mean she wants to break up with you. It just means that you have to try a little bit harder in the two months that will surely follow.

The two of you have taken a little break from your romps under the covers, and spent the last few nights ending in a little make out session, before going to bed. That’s perfectly fine; you could use the break to regain your energy.

While your feelings for the Milkmare haven’t changed, things around you have.

Ryan and Daisy have split up. Rather spectacularly, if the rumors were correct, and you were at the center of the conversation. According to the neighbors, Ryan threw a bit of a tantrum, once Daisy admitted to trying to seduce you. She was shouting about how much she loved you, in that obsessive, Fatal Attraction kind of way, and Ryan couldn’t believe that after all those years of being married to her, all she could think about was you. Swears were uttered, dishes were broken, and cops were called. Both were taken away in handcuffs, covered in bruises, and shouting obscenities at each other.

You and Milky fully expect them to be on the next viewing of Divorce Court. You’re looking forward to that summons to show up there any day now.

As for your parents, you haven’t talked to them since that night when they came over. You haven’t forgiven them for insulting Milky and her species in a public place, AND you haven’t and will probably NEVER forgive your Father for striking her in the face. You try to tell yourself that he didn’t mean to strike her, since that hit was meant for you, but he could have stopped it. He was certainly strong enough to stop the momentum; he’s done it before.

They have tried to call you for weeks; every other day in fact, but their calls have gone ignored. You aren’t ready to talk to them, yet. They leave messages every once in a while, practically begging you to call them back, but you stay your hand. Milky has told you to talk to them, but you remain strong that you will talk to them, when you are ready.

That day eventually came sooner than you thought.

One afternoon, on a day off from the dairy, you and Milky were sitting down, watching television. Whatever it was you were watching doesn’t matter, as your cellphone vibrates, interrupting your viewing. Checking the caller ID, it’s none other than your Dad again. You prepare to press the ignore button, when Milky puts a hoof on your shoulder.

“Answer it.” she says with a smile.

You hesitate for a few moments, letting the vibrations go on for three more passes, until finally, you answer the phone. Slowly, you bring it to your ear.

“Hey Dad.” you say with a droll tone.

“Hey….” Dad trails, not expecting you to answer this time, “How are you?”

“I’m okay.” you reply, “How are you? How’s Mom?”

“She’s good, she’s good.” His tone becomes a bit more pleasant. You don’t know why, but you sense a change in his attitude. Normally, their calls would be something more in tune with an interrogation, but he actually sounds…friendly. “How’s Milky?”

“I…” your eyes widen with surprise, not expecting that question. You look back at Milky, who has no clue what is going on, on the other end. “She’s good. Still running the Dairy. As popular as always.”

“Glad to hear that.” Okay, something is seriously up here. You aren’t sure if this is a trick, or he’s actually trying to make some form of small talk. “We tried calling for the past couple months.”

“Yeah. Well…I kind of needed some time…after what happened.”

“I figured. It was your Mom that kept asking me to call you. The thing is…we want to see you again…the both of you.”

“You do?” Again, a surprised tone exits your mouth. You stammer as you think about this. “I…uh…okay. Come on over when you have the chance, I guess.”

“That’s the thing…we kind of can’t.”

“What?”

“Our passports have been suspended, on account of the incident.”

“They have?”

“Didn’t you call the cops on us? We spent the night in jail before we got to the train station.”

“No. I didn’t call the cops.” This is all news to you. Maybe someone in the restaurant called the police when you left with Milky. “I had no idea that happened.”

“Oh…well…we still want to see you two. Can you come over tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? I don’t know. It seems kind of short notice.” You look back at Milky. She nods her head in approval. “You know what? I think tomorrow might work.”

“Great. We’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah…sure.” You hear the phone hang up. You look back at Milky. “Looks like we’re going to Applewood.”

“Cool. I’ll go pack.”

“Wait, Milky…” she turns back to you, “Are you sure about this?”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…I can’t help but be a little suspicious about the whole thing. I mean…aren’t you?”

“What did they say?”

“He said that they want to see us. I guess to talk about something. I’m not sure.”

“Maybe they want to apologize.”

“Maybe…”

“Hey…” she walks up to you, “Whatever happens, I’ll still be here, okay? If they get out of line again, you know the drill.”

“Make out with you in front of them, and try to dodge punches?”

“Exactly.” The two of you share a laugh. “It’ll be fine. Trust me.”

The next day, you two took the first train to Applewood. The entire way there, you shifted about in your seat out of nervousness, not knowing just what is going to happen when you get there. Since the two of you left so early, Milky had a quick nap, leaning against your shoulder the whole way through. This was only a small comfort, since watching Milky sleep is quite adorable, but the knots in your stomach still cease to untie. You also had to milk Milky on the train. You were fortunate enough to remember to bring that bucket with you, along with a top to cover it.

You wonder just what your parents will want to talk about with the both of you. Maybe they do want to apologize for their behavior, but that is going to talk a lot of convincing, since they have been shoving their biased opinions down your throat for many years. Since they want you to bring Milky along, that has to mean that they want to make up for what happened. Or, they want to get rid of her once and for all, and they’ll try to kill her the moment they open the door to greet you.

Yeah, you think up the worst things.

A couple hours pass, and the train pulls into the station at Applewood. You wake Milky up, and you two are back on your feet…or hooves, in Milky’s case. Then, you get your suitcase, which only has a couple things in there; you really don’t plan on staying very long. You’d like to be back home, sleeping comfortably in your bed, snuggling against the soft and warm fur of Milky. The thought makes you a little flustered, and the idea to get back on the train so you can do just that, enters your mind. You manage to get yourself to calm down, before you head off to your parents’ house.

One cab ride later, and you two are at the front porch of your parents’ house. It’s been quite some time since you last visited them; you can only hope that this will be more in your favor this time. Milky has a loose fitting blouse on, covering her teats, just so you don’t have to explain those to them yet.

You two walk to the front door, and knock on it. Sure enough, the door opens within seconds, and your Mother greets the both of you with a smile.

“You made it!” she says, kissing you on the cheek, “We’re so glad you came.”

“Yeah. We took the first train out.” you shift your eyes, looking for any traps and weapons that could take out Milky. So far, you see none, which is a relief. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s in the kitchen, getting lunch ready." she looks down at the bucket of milk in your other hand. "Is that Milk?" she asks.

"Uh..." you're surprised she knows what it is,considering it's covered, "Yeah, it is."

"Let me get that for you." she takes the bucket, "Come in, come in.” she motions you two to enter.

You and Milky walk in, and Mom closes the door. She gets back into your view. She looks down at Milky.

“That’s a beautiful blouse, Milky. Where did you get it?”

“Oh, this thrift store I go to had a good sale going on, and I thought it looked good.”

“Well, I must say, you made a good choice.”

“Mom? Are you okay?” you raise an eyebrow. This is seriously freaking you out. She’s…normal.

“Of course I am. Come on, have a seat.” She leads you two to the dining room, where you sit down. You put the suitcase down next to you, and Mom takes it off the floor, and puts it in the living room. She goes into the kitchen, bucket in hand, to where your Dad is. “Honey, they’re here.” You hear her say, as you also hear the sounds of things getting put away in the fridge.

“Oh. I didn’t hear them. One moment.” you hear Dad say, before he comes walking in with all smiles. “Son! I’m happy to see you. I’m happy to see the both of you!”

“It’s…” you pause, trying to find the right words, “It’s good to see you two.” You look back at the kitchen, “What are you making over there?”

“Oh!” he remembers, “I’m making a big lunch for all of us.” He ducks into the kitchen, coming back with a big bowl of salad, “I have a freshly made salad, since Milky likes salad, and some barbeque chicken.” He looks over at Milky, “You can have some too, if you like.”

“Yeah…I’d love some.” she gives her best smile.

You lean over with a fork, and take a bit of salad, putting it into your mouth. A few seconds of chewing and swallowing later, you determine that the salad has not been poisoned, since you are not dead. You nod to Milky, letting her know that it was okay to eat. Your parents come back with the chicken and mashed potatoes. It all looked very good. Regardless, this is still very odd.

Mom and Dad sit down, and start chowing down. You take a helping of food, and start to eat as well. It’s quiet at the table, eerily so. After all the friendliness they have shown you two, it feels like they have run out of things to say. Milky was the first to break the silence.

“So, how are you guys?” she asks them.

“We’re just fine, Milky. Thanks for asking.” Mom replies, “How about you two? Are things going good in Trottingham?”

“Yes, actually. Things have been going great for us. The store is as popular as ever, and we are making some good money, now that spring has begun.”

“That’s good to hear. Have the customers been treating you two okay?”

“We have our troublemakers now and again…” she looks over at you, “But he’s been taking care of me just fine.”

“I assume you get a lot of troublemakers because of your…condition.” Dad says.

An awkward pause. Milky (nor you) know exactly what he’s talking about.

“I’m sorry…what condition?”

“Your…” he points his fork downwards, “…you know…”

It takes a few extra moments, before you and Milky simultaneously figure out what he’s referring to. A blush adorns both of your faces.

“Dad! How did you…”

“It turns out a couple members of our church have been to your store, Milky. When we talked about you, they mentioned your…special talent.” You’re about to speak, when Dad raises a hand to stop you, “They were there on vacation, we didn’t send them to spy on you, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“There’s no need to hide them, Milky.” Mom grins.

“Oh my goodness, this is quite…unexpected.” Milky continues to blush, “Does it bother you?”

“No. Not at all.” Mom answers, “We admit that when we found out, it was…shocking at first, but we don’t mind.”

“Okay…” you can’t stay silent anymore, “…just what is going on here?” Your parents and Milky turn to you. “You’re talking to Milky like nothing happened, you cooked this…very delicious…meal, and you’re all smiles. Did aliens come down from the sky and change your personalities?”

“Son…” Dad says with all seriousness, “We’re just trying to be nice.”

“Well…it’s kind of freaking me out.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Mom wonders.

“Yeah, but…I didn’t think it would actually happen!”

“It has.” Dad turns to Milky, “What we said, and did to you was unforgivable. We know it’s asking a lot to accept our apology, but…if you like…we want to try again. We want to make it up to you and your species.”

Milky is in stunned silence. Her mouth is agape in shock at the complete one eighty your parents have taken. All that comes from her are a series of stutters, before forming a comprehensible sentence.

“I-I…y-y-yes! Of course!” she finally answers.

“We’re glad to hear that.”

You stand up, unable to fathom what is going on. Turning around, you head to the living room for some alone time.

“Son…” Dad calls after you.

You raise a hand up, in that ‘don’t talk to me right now’ kind of way, before disappearing from their sight.

In the living room, you pace around, thinking about your next move and series of words. Dad comes walking in, with a look of confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Dad.” you give a whispered snap, “Less than two months ago, you insulted my girlfriend and her species in a public place. You hit her! Now, I know the hit was meant for me, but the fact remains. Now, you and Mom are sitting there, asking her for your forgiveness. I’m not saying that this isn’t good, or that you shouldn’t be doing this, because she deserves it, but she also had to put up with your bullshit for two hours at most. I had to put up with it for my whole life!”

“We know.” Dad says with remorse.

“What happened? Why the sudden change of heart?”

Mom and Milky walk into the room, watching the events between you and Dad unravel.

“When we got back home...there was a call from the church. Apparently, someone or somepony in the restaurant recorded what we did, and put it on the internet.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I ended up on the news too. I’m surprised you didn’t see it.”

“We don’t really watch the news.”

“In any case, we were called in. You could say that...we had a strict talking to. They felt that our actions made the church look bad, and were ordered to take a program to cleanse us of our…affliction.”

"So aliens did show up to brainwash you."

"No. We had meetings with other people, who had the same beliefs as we did. One of the ministers would be our teacher, and our guide to what they liked to call 'enlightenment.'"

"Still sounds like Princess Celestia showed up to brainwash you, to me."

"Believe me. That was not the case."

“How many times did you and Mom go to these meetings?”

“Three times a week. It ran simultaneously with a class for ponies that hated humans.” He lightly chuckled at that.

“I guess you two had to combine with those classes, at some point.”

“Yeah…every Friday.”

“How did that go?”

“Not well…the first couple weeks. But then it got better and better.” He sees you nod in understanding. “We were taught about all the good the ponies have done for us. Advances in medicine, politics, even religion, were all done by them. We came to appreciate them more and more as time went on. By the end of the class, we…I wouldn’t say fully embraced them, but we are more…approving of them. We’re still going. Your Mother and I feel we still have a lot to learn.”

“That’s…that’s good news.” you smirk, “I take it some of what you heard wasn’t easy.”

“No, it wasn’t. Your grandparents taught us that humanity was the dominant species, and that ponies were nothing more than glorified side shows. We were blinded by what we saw; every time a pony did something to help lives, we saw it as a cheap parlor trick that meant nothing. We thought, for all intents and purposes, our parents were right. But then…you came along, and changed all that.”

You notice your Dad looking at you with a hint of pride. This surprises you, but it’s also a pleasant feeling. He hasn’t looked at you like that in years.

“I did?”

“You saw the things that we didn’t. You saw that there was value in ponies; that they were smart, capable of thought and…love.” His face then changes to one of regret, “But we acted in a way that we’ll never forgive ourselves for. We were scared, and in a way, you could say that our parents were scared too. We were afraid that ponies would wipe out our species, toss us aside like we were nothing. That we weren’t seen as equal in their eyes. It was our assumptions that gave birth to our prejudice, even though they did nothing to deserve such scorn. Our actions against you…was something that we regretted ever since.”

You slowly nod. There is sincerity in his voice. He really means what he is telling you. You could fire back with a sarcastic quip, tell him that it took him too long to realize this, but deep down, you're happy that they’ve finally figured it out.

“You hurt me, you know?” you say. Dad nods. “You gave me scars that I can’t get rid of. Both of you would spend time and time again yelling at me; scolding me for spending more time with ponies than humans, telling me that they don’t deserve to walk in your footsteps. It angered me every time the both of you would do that.” Your parents stand there quietly, taking in the verbal punishment, “You know what the craziest part is, though?” They look at you with curiosity, “After all that, after everything that you did...I never hated you. Either of you.”

Saying that brings tears to their eyes. It is true. They were assholes, they drove you away from them, and you didn’t want to spend time with them. But…in that weird way, you still never hated them. They were still your parents. They did good things for you. Despite who you were, they never disowned you.

“I was still annoyed by you, though.” You see them chuckle, “And that’s putting it lightly.”

Both your Mom and Dad walk up to you, and wrap their arms around you in a tight embrace. A little too tight; it’s a bit cramped. You spot Milky giggling back towards the entrance to the kitchen.

“We’re sorry, Son.” Dad says tearfully, “We’re so sorry.”

“I’d say ‘that’s okay’, but I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

“That’s fair.” they separate from you, “You don’t have to forgive us, but are you willing to start over?”

“Of course I am.” you smile, “You have no idea how much I want to do that.” They chuckle. “If we’re starting over, we’re going to do this right.” You turn to Milky, motioning her to come over to the little group. “Mom? Dad? I want you to meet Milky Way. She is my girlfriend, or marefriend, if you want to be more appropriate.”

Mom and Dad kneel down to eye level with her. Dad puts out his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Milky Way.”

Milky shakes his hand with her hoof. Mom reaches out her hand next, and Milky shakes her hand too.

“It’s an honor to meet you both.” Milky says, “You have a wonderful son.”

“Yeah…” Dad says, “We do.”

The train ride home was a lot more comfortable than the one before. You sit in your seat, Milky leaned up against you, holding a container of leftover food. That went a lot better than you expected. This is the first, and most important step in having a stable relationship with your parents. Now, you won’t be afraid to talk to them, to groan when they call you, to be nervous when they visit you. Thinking about that puts butterflies in your stomach. Best of all, they no longer see Milky as an aberration in your life, and that’s what makes you happier the most.

The two of you make it back to Trottingham safely. You two walk back to the house, and enter. It’s the middle of the night, and the town is mostly empty where you are. It’s much busier in the business district. You put down the suitcase, and put the leftovers in the fridge, as Milky waits for you to come back. When you go back to her, she yawns that adorable yawn as she looks at you with loving eyes.

“Well, that was fun.” she smirks, “We should do that again, sometime.”

“Yeah. That was a good day.” A pause. “So…”

“So…”

You walk up to her, and in one fell swoop, you pick her up, and carry her in your arms, as you walk to the bedroom. She giggles in amusement, as you carry her around, stomping through the halls like a fearsome giant. You push open the bedroom door with your shoulder, as you trounce on over to the bed, tossing her on it. She lets out a giggly yelp as she flies through the air, and lands on the soft mattress. You take off your shirt, as she takes off her blouse, and you climb into bed, getting right on top of her, caressing her waist with much care.

“What do you want, tonight?” you ask in your best seductive tone.

“I want to make love.” she grins.

“Making love it is.” you chortle, as you lean down and kiss her neck. She giggles the moment your lips touch her coat. As you make your way down her body, she asks…

”How long have we been together?”

“A little more than two months.” you reply, giving her teats a peck.

“Do you still love me as much as you did then?”

“I never stopped loving you as much as I did then.” you reach her haunches, “Do you still love me?”

“More than ever.” she replies, gasping as she feels your hot breath against her sex.

“Good to know.” You run your cheeks on her thighs, as you get closer to your goal.

Then she asks it. The mother of all questions. The question you’ve wanted her to ask since the day you made the agreement.

“Will you marry me?”

You stop, just inches away from giving her a hell of a good time down there. You look back up at her, seeing her look down, watching your look of shock.

“You picked a hell of time to ask me, you know that?” you laugh.

“I know.” She smiles, “Aren’t I just the worst?”

“No.” you climb back up to her, meeting her face to face, “You’re the absolute best.” You kiss her on the lips.

“I’m not hearing an answer to my question.”

“You haven’t? Well, let me think of how to say it. How about…..fuck yeah!”

Milky bursts in laughter at your response, holding on to you, and bringing you in for a loving embrace. The two of you silence your laughter with a series of kisses, before going in for a long, romantic, and a bit erotic lip lock. You stay there for an extra-long time, your eyes closed, taking in her love and affection. You separate, and look into her magnificent green eyes. You imagine your future together; one of happiness and love. She looks into your very soul, probably imagining the same exact thing. What both of you come to the conclusion with, is that everything is going to be just fine.

“I love you.” you say.

“I love you, too.” she responds with the air of seduction, “Now, do what you do best.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat tonight.” you hold on to her, and roll around on the bed playfully, as she laughs.

Say hello to your permanent residence. You’re going to be living here for the rest of your life.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.