A new kind of milking

Just a heads up, this chapter is told from Milky Way’s perspective…

We trotted off a little deeper into the forest so that no-pony traveling along the forest trails would see us. Goddess this was so embarrassing, it was almost as embarrassing as that time that I started to drip in public… yeah never mind, I’ll tell you about it another time.

We found a spot that was more secluded and we stopped. I looked to him and nodded. He walked up to my rear and knelt down beside me. He was quite a large being, I barely stood as high as his waist and his muscular physique was amazing. He must work out on a regular basis.

I looked back to him as he got ready to milk me, setting a milk canister underneath me to collect the milk. “Goddess this is so embarrassing. I’m so sorry that I asked you to do this” I apologized. He shook his hand.

“No-no, believe me it’s not all that strange. The strangest thing is that you can talk. I used to milk cows back at my home all the time… twice a day” he told me. It made me feel a little more comfortable in knowing that he was all right with it.

“Okay, just tell me if you feel any discomfort” he told me. I nodded, ‘He cared about my comfort level? Wow, I figured he would just milk me and get it over with as quick as possible’. “You care about me?” I asked, not really piecing the sentence together to well.

“Uhm… well… I just met you but you have shown me friendship and I suppose I owe you one for offering to let me stay with you” he told me. His statement made me smile.

He began to hum a tune to himself as he rolled up the sleeves to his jacket. I wondered to myself what he was humming the notes to. ‘I wonder if’ my thoughts we cut off when I felt a sudden jolt of pleasure pass through my body as he began to caress my teats and I gasped.

He immediately took his hands away. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked but I shook my head. “No… uhh…a sudden gust of cold wind just sent shivers down me” I lied.

He let out a relieved sigh then began to caress my large overfilled breasts again. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from gasping again. ‘Sweet Celestia this feels good. The milkers back home just suck on my nipples until I’m dry but his…’ I looked back to him. “What do you call those things of yours?” I asked, he took one hand away from underneath me and wiggled those little things on the end of his whatever it was called.

“Well the little moving things are called fingers, the fat small one is called a thumb and all of together it makes a hand” he told me. I nodded and bit my lip again to stifle another gasp as he began to give my teats a gentle squeeze. Jolts of pure pleasure coursed through me.

A moan escaped my mouth and I quickly brought a hoof up to my mouth as to silence myself but it was too late… or was it? From what I could tell he hadn’t really taken notice and was still humming his tune to himself.

I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep myself from further moans of pleasure. ‘Dear sweet Celestia…why does this feel so good?’ I wondered to myself. I felt my body begin to tingle all over, even down there. ‘Nononono, not now’ I thought to myself as I began to feel heavily aroused from the stimulation that he was giving to me.

I let out a quiet stifled moan and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force away the sudden arousal. ‘He’s not even my species… this doesn’t feel good’ I thought to myself, trying to shoo away the heavy arousal but it was no use. Those fingers of his worked wonders.

Another quiet and stifled moan escaped my mouth. I felt his hands continue to milk me and I could hear the milk being sprayed into the milk canister with each gentle squeeze he gave me. My body tensed up.

“Whoa… are you okay?” John asked. I looked back to him and nodded. “Fine-fine… a cold breeze of wind just passed by again” I lied. He nodded to himself, “Glad I have a jacket on, after milking you’re free to have it if you’re cold” he offered but I shook my head.

“No, it’s okay. It’s just a little chilly out” I lied. It was actually quite warm, almost hot, outside. He began to milk me and I forgot to bite down on my lip. Another gasp of pleasure escaped my lips.

I tried to quickly think of something to take my mind off the pleasure that was now coursing through me. I looked to the trees that shimmered in the setting sunlight. How beautiful it was. ‘Wow, autumn is really…beautiful…this time of year’ I thought to myself, constantly getting interrupted by another jolt of pleasure.

‘Goddess it almost makes me want to wear those goddess forsaken milking hoses. At least they aren’t comfortable’ I thought to myself as I looked back to him. He was just humming away without a care in the world. His left hand went directly under me but his right hand cut around and went in between my legs so he could get a better angle on my right breast.

As he continued to milk me I felt pleasure start to tingle around my groin area. ‘Oh goddess… please no’ I begged to myself. “Ngh” I moaned as my lower region suddenly tensed up, my legs closing in around his arm. I could feel his muscle mass and skin rub up against my leg.

It felt different. I had been with stallions before but fur rubbing up against fur wasn’t all that exciting, but this felt good… no it felt better than good, it felt amazing. His skin was smooth and gentle like a finely made blanket or something. There was nothing that I really had to relate the feel of human skin to.

“Uhm… you sure you’re okay?” he asked and I nodded, my legs still clenched up. “Oh…well uhm… could you release your legs from around my arm?” he asked and I gasped in shock.

“Oh sorry” I apologized and un-tensed my legs from around his arm.

“Yeah… that gust of wind was really… cold” he said to himself then began to milk me again. Pleasure began to build up in my nether region, if I was alone then I’d probably just sit down and pleasure myself but it wouldn’t work with him here.

‘If only I was a unicorn’ I thought to myself. I felt myself become wet down there. “Buck” I whispered quietly to myself. “Huh… what’s that?” John asked and I realized that I might have said that a little louder than I had meant to.

“But… it’s such a nice day” I said, making it sound like I was talking about the weather. He looked up to me and scrunched his nose. “I didn’t say it wasn’t” he replied and I face-hoofed.

“Right…” he said in a somewhat suspicious voice then continued to gently squeeze my teats. ‘Goddess why does this have to take so long? The milking hoses can do it so fast’ I thought to myself. “Uhm John… how much have you gotten done?” I asked hesitantly.

He let out a sigh. “Not sure exactly… I think about half but I can’t tell. You’re utter…I mean your breast doesn’t feel like it’s emptying” he replied. ‘Figures’ I thought to myself, though I could tell he had milked me quite a bit because I was no longer weighed down by my breasts.

I looked to the trees again and spotted two squirrels fighting over an acorn. ‘Hello Mr. and Mrs. Aco… Acorn… beautiful day…isn’t it?’ I thought to myself, still trying to take my mind off the pleasure that was burning inside of me.

‘He’s not your type…he’s not your type…he’s not you type’ I thought to myself, still trying to subdue the pressure that was starting to build up inside me. I began to let out more frequent moans of pleasure but he still didn’t take notice, either that or he really didn’t care.

I felt my lower lips begin to moisten heavily and the musky scent of my arousal filled the air around us. I heard him sniff the air. “Something smells like…like honey…or maybe…no it’s honey” he muttered.

“Yes…ahh… there’s probably…ngh…a beehive around here…gah…somewhere” I said through heavy moans, which he had to have heard. But he continued to milk me without saying anything.

I bit my lip and let out a stifled moan. My nether region begged for attention. My legs began to shake a little from all the pleasure building up. ‘He’s not my… he is my style’ I thought to myself then pressed myself up against his shoulder.

His jacket was leather, I think, and its cool touch to my needy snatch sent a large tidal wave of pleasure crashing through my body. I let out a fairly large moan but he simply pushed my rear forwards then resumed his milking.

Even though it was just a touch to my outer lips, my body burned in desire to have his shoulder resting up against me again. I leaned myself back and touched my entrance against his jacket again, sparking another jolt of pleasure through me.

He pushed my rear forwards again but I didn’t let the contact end and as he went to lean his shoulder back I followed his motion, keeping myself pressed up against him. He didn’t say anything and just continued to milk me. ‘Celestia… this feels so wrong… he’s not even the same species as me…but it feels sooo good’ I thought to myself.

He pushed his shoulder forwards again and his jacket slid a little, my wetness lubricating the spot on his jacket where I was rubbing up against. As he began to lean back again a small space between us was formed and I could feel a string of pussy juice connected between his shoulder and my needy cunt.

I quickly pressed up against him again but he still didn’t say anything. Pressure was now building up heavily inside me. My legs began to twitch and jitter a little. Jeeze, even though nothing was inside me the way he touched my teats made me feel incredible.

He pushed his shoulder forwards again in an attempt to get my flank off his shoulder to make milking easier but I didn’t care about milking anymore. I was light enough now that I swear I could fly… or maybe that was just the ecstasy of sexual pleasure talking.

As he leaned back I followed his shoulder again but as he stopped leaning back I slid along his jacket, just a little. But the sliding motion created a new kind of pleasure as the wet slickness rubbed against my clit.

I let out an extended moan of pleasure as I began to rock my hips, sliding against his jacket. I attempted to look back but couldn’t find the will power. Goddess I was so close, I could feel it.

My movements became more erratic and jerky. The pressure inside of me began to reach its peak. He tried once again to push my rear forwards to make it easier to milk me but as he pushed forwards the sudden movement sent me off. I screamed out in sheer sexual pleasure, there was no denying it. I wanted him so badly.

I felt my orgasm strike me, blasting pleasure throughout my entire body that made almost every inch of me quiver.

My back arched naturally and I pushed hard against him as I continued to furiously rub against him. I felt my inner walls clenching, my body began to spasm. I felt my front legs tense up and they almost gave out from under me.

My hindleg suddenly kicked violently as my body had a sexual spasm. I heard a grunt of pain then I no longer felt his presence behind me but I still continued to jerk, rubbing my wet pussy in the air for all to see.

My forelegs finally gave out and I collapsed, knocking over the milk canister and spilling the contents all over myself. I was breathing heavily as my orgasmic high wore off. I slowed my breathing and smiled, that felt amazing.

‘Wait! What was I saying?’ I thought to myself as I came back to reality. I quickly sat up to see John lying on the ground, wincing in pain. His nose was busted sideways and blood soaked his face. ‘Uh-oh’