The sound of Carrot Top coming in makes him quickly readjust, having freshly emptied himself into the glass. He isn’t expecting her to pop back in right then, and he’s going to dump the collected load and wash out the glass before she can find out. Unfortunately, Carrot Top notices the glass on the kitchen counter top as she approaches.

"Phew! It's really hot out. Oh! You poured me a glass of warm milk? You're such a sweetheart~"

Carrot Top eagerly lifts the glass between her lips and the thick substance oozes down and into her mouth. The glass remains stained as all of its contents travel along her tongue and taste buds before sliding down her throat. Dalton hears her gulp audibly before she sets the glass down and looks up at him. The human sees a dazed smile cross her face as she swallows the remnants of the sticky liquid before speaking.

"Mmm, that hit the spot. I still feel kind of hot, though..."

She just drank a full glass of his seed like it was a refreshing drink, and he’s expected to respond normally after watching that.

"U-uh, well, I suppose I can get you something else. Whatcha fancy, Carrie?"

The mare may not have liked the nickname, but he stuck with it in friendly conversation, after all. Right now, even as he asks, his eyes flick from the still somewhat fluid coated walls of the glass she emptied, and her mouth, cheeks flushed.

The mare blinks a few times, thinking to herself about how good that milk she had just guzzled down had tasted. It wasn't like any milk she had in her entire lifetime, and there was a strange, addicting aftertaste that makes her want... more. She manages to ignore Dalton calling her "Carrie" for the second time this week, instead having her eyes focused on him as he stands behind the kitchen counter.

"Umm, actually...do we have any more of that milk? It tastes...."

As she pauses, she lifts a hoof to her lips and scoops up a tiny bit of the tasty milk that lingered. She looks at it for a brief moment before closing her eyes and sucking the hoof into her mouth delicately, allowing her tongue to lap at it for the flavor. When she removes her hoof, her cheeks redden even further, allowing her face to take on an oddly lustful expression.

"... really good."

Dalton shuffles behind the counter, glad he managed to store his "equipment" away before it could be seen hanging in the breeze after the nefarious use it had been put to in order to break stress in a very naughty new place. Really, this encounter is going to teach him not to do that outside of his room ever again, and making him feel like a fool for succumbing to the urge to seek release at his own hand in this place. But then when she speaks so curiously...

(“.. Wait... what? She wants more? I... oh god, help me.”)

"Er, not on hand and ready, but... I could... get some if you wanted..."

The human sounds nervous as he talks about getting her more to sate her newfound craving, but his face shows a mix of shock, disbelief, and a less-seen expression of arousal. He scratches at his neck before looking down to her face, biting his lip for a moment.

"Do you want another glass like that...?"

"I don't know, I'm kinda thirsty. Pardon me for asking, but do you think you can get a carton for me?...Or maybe a gallon..."

Carrot Top allows her mane to droop over her face as she embarrassingly admits to wanting more of the delicious milk, whatever kind it was. She giggles that adorable laugh of hers as she looks up at him with her deep, olive green eyes and speaks once more.

"Honestly, I would drink that stuff right from the cow's udder if I could."

As soon as she says that, the comment inspires a storm of filthy little fantasies featuring the golden mare with the orange mane nursing his manhood for a tasty treat. Dalton shuffles in place, clearing his throat for a moment.

"I'll... I'll see about getting you as much as you want, then..."

He briefly considers who to call in a favor on for this lecherous task. Zecora and her potions? Twilight and her magic? Maybe another unicorn, if they can be taught the spell... Even as he thinks about it, though, he moves over to Carrot Top, moving to rest a hand on her cheek and turn her face up to his as he smiles at her, that wicked gleam hiding in his eyes.

"Kinda nice to know you appreciate it that much. I'll definitely try to get you a couple jugs of it, alright Carrie?"

All throughout his speaking in a nervous tone, though, Carrot Top can smell the scent of that "milk" lingering about him... even on his hand.

The scent wafts past her nose as she looks up at the human, still smiling even as she notices the odd stare he has. Once it reaches her, she sniffs the air in front of her, as if suddenly very curious.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

In an effort to pinpoint the strange new scent, she lifts her chin and Dalton is forced to draw his hand back just slightly before she forces her snout into his palm and inhales deeply. Immediately, her eyes go wide before they glaze over, feeling a sensation overcome her due to the apparently enjoyable scent.

"You smell nice... What have you been doing lately?"

As she speaks, she nuzzles her cheek into the palm of his hand even moreso and forces his fingers to brush through her mane. Normally, his soft touch would make her feel rewarded after a long day of work, but now she felt enticed by the scent flowing into her nostrils and feeling of you on her cute face.*

"O-oh, uh... nothing special... You feelin' okay?"

"Nnn, y- yeah, I'm fine."

He caresses her cute face, smiling at her even as the knowledge of what she's smelled on him causes him to fantasize more... but he's being a good little human, for the moment... well, as good as he can be, as his fingers on his other hand move to toy with her ear and slip through her mane in the usual manner he uses to try and relax her after a long day. Her affection and how she seems to be physically affected by the mere lingering scent of his release makes him quite curious.

"What do you smell that's so interesting, Carrot Top?"

The mare's ears droop as his fingers brush through her glorious mane, her body having realized that she's being caressed. She begins to feel very subdued and affectionate all of a sudden. It seemed so out of her nature to be brushing against his hand so tenderly. Her eyes briefly unfocus for a moment as she tries to think straight.

What is it that’s causing her to feel like this? Did he drug the milk or something? That's when she spots his pants directly at eye level with her. In Dalton’s haste, he had left them unbuttoned and unzipped in order to get them up as fast as possible, planning to take care of them as soon as Carrot Top had given him space to do so. She takes a deep whiff and leans forward, recognizing the same scent coming from his waist that came from his hand, only stronger.

“The smell...from there..."

One of her hind legs can be heard lifting and grazing the floor beneath her as a shiver coursed through her body. Carrot Top is most definitely feeling hot as her brain wracks itself trying to connect the dots.

He blinks, looking to see where she is as he caresses her before cursing himself as he realizes his error. With his pants like that, it's not hard to spot the bulge in his underwear, straining for freedom as he vainly attempts to keep it from being noticed.

"Carrot, you want more milk, right?"

(“Time for a gamble...hooo boy.”)

Carrot Top seems only able to hear half of Dalton’s sentence, and her eyes flicked up to meet his before returning to the obvious bulge. She wears a look of longing as she answers uneasily.

"Milk... you have more?"

"Well, I kinda "make" it... so yeah, I suppose I do have more..."

The human chuckles nervously as he watches her reactions, but he knows he'll have to tell her the truth, but he really wants to feed her craving at this point, too.

"You can make more? You'd do that... for me?"

Another helping of that wonderful beverage is exactly what’s on the addled mare's mind. A delicious treat that’s good for her already impressive coat as well as tasted amazing on her tongue. For some reason, she even began to fantasize about the human pouring milk into her mouth from above and even bathing her face and mane in it.

"... Well, yeah, of course... but... I think you might want to know what that really was first..."

Her eager manner is wearing down on Dalton’s already thin sense of morality, and he's starting to think maybe he should indulge himself and let her find out that way... As he asks the question, though, his hands starts to move to his waistband, eyes fixed on her face as he does so.

Carrot Top nods quickly and leans in closer, never allowing her eyes to travel away from Dalton’s impressive lower half. She’s currently incapable of putting two and two together, her only thoughts revolving around tasting more of that sweet, homemade drink of his.

"Not milk... what did I drink?"

"Wweeell... technically my dear Carrot Top... you drank, uh... me..."

His hands stop at his waistband before tugging it down, allowing his hardness to be exposed to her scrutiny, the scent of his "milk" and the work to ensure its release freed to the air as he length twitches before her.

"I, uh... actually didn't mean for you to drink that... Sorry..."

The realization of what the human did hits Carrot Top like a ton of bricks before he reveals his impressive length to her. It twitches less than a foot in front of her and she gasps, her voice shaking as she speaks.

"Y- You... in a..."

Slowly, she drags her tongue across her lips, remembering the taste quite well, and even as she thinks to herself how disgusting what he did was... she still wants more. Her brain can't quite rationalize her thoughts as they stumble out.
A hoof brushes along the human’s thigh in smooth motions, carefully touching the bare skin surrounding his lower regions. She looks up at him with her now half-lidded eyes and she breathes out in a husky whisper.

"If you wanted me to drink you... you could've said so earlier..."

"I, uh... what?"

He pauses as she says that, staring as if he didn't hear her correctly. He swallows, erect length twitching as he tenses, caressing her head even with his length exposed before her face.

"D'ya mind... repeating that?"

(“... I am going to drown her if this feels anything close to accurate...”)

"I said..."

She leans forward even closer, Dalton’s hand an unfortunate passenger on Carrot Top’s trip toward his, now very tasty-looking, appendage. When her snout just barely touches the underside, she inhales the scent, imagining him pumping his man milk into that glass she swilled so eagerly.

"I could drink from you... myself..."

"C-carrot Top... do you want to drink from me now...?"

Dalton’s hand moves off of her face to grip his shaft, stroking along it slowly -- resulting in the underside tapping against her snout softly as she takes in his scent.

The offer is like music to Carrot Top's ears, and she gulps nervously before opening her mouth as wide as she can (which is quite an impressive feat, considering the many carrots she had in her life) and sticking her tongue out wordlessly.

("Yeeeeesssss. Let me drink from you and taste that heavenly milk~...")

"....I am going to take that as a yes, my girl..."

And with her mouth open like that, he moves to press his length into her waiting mouth, rubbing the tip of his member along her tongue as he pushes into her, his hands moving to her mane and stroking it gently.

"Now... just so you know... you're going to have to suck and lick quite a lot to get all the milk I can give you... or I'll have to work it myself... now you have me, Carrie. Do what you want..."

("Suck and lick... get all the milk out~")

Without letting another second pass, her tongue starts to lick along Dalton’s length in a clumsy, yet admirable attempt to bring him pleasure. As soon as the human is within the confines of her closed mouth, however, he realizes that Carrot Top's mouth is by far the warmest and most pleasant place for his tip to be. Her incredibly hot breath and gentle sucking only make him wish he can be there forever. The mare even hums lightly over his length as her mouth doesn't waste an ounce of pleasure on him.

("I can still taste some on you...I want more~")

Her work is very much appreciated, and he shows it by reaching to rub at her ears, body tensing as she sucks and licks his tip, cleaning up the remnants of that first glass she already drank. Dalton’s heated shaft seems to heavily enjoy the attention she lavishes on him.

"A-aahh... making me want to keep you there... just not stop giving you that, er... milk..."

He shudders as his mind begins to cloud with pleasure, his voice ringing out in the room as a happy groan.

("What's happening to me? I'm so... thirsty... for his milk...")

Just by thinking about him continuing to let her drink from his faucet, Carrot Top doubles her efforts and focuses her tongue on the tip. Swirling around it in a technique she never knew she was capable of, she sucks so hard on the human that she can feel him pulsing in her mouth like the beat of his heart. She wants to suck it fresh from the source, and even after so quickly releasing a load into that glass, Dalton feels her mouth become unable to endure.

("I'll gulp it down...just let me taste it again...a whole, fresh lot of it...")

"U-uuhhnnn... C-carrie, you're gonna make me blow already... I-it's still a bit sensitive... h-haaahh..."

Dalton groans into the air, hips rocking faintly as she sucks and licks at him, a precursor of the main goal for her oozing out of him and onto her waiting tongue as he tries to hold out for more... but with how hungry she seems to be, he cannot deny her for much longer.

(“I'm gonna fucking explooode...”)

Seemingly showing a bit of care, the mare looks up at Dalton with her deep, hungry eyes and moans, but she shows no sign of slowing down. She wants to milk him with her mouth, and she's doing just that as he feels his impending release get closer and closer. Carrot Top simply nuzzles her face and mane all the way into the human’s base and shimmies her head back off as his hips drive himself in and out of the depths of her suckling mouth.

He could barely put up a fight anyhow, and as the pleasurable torture only enhanced itself as time went on, the human was doomed from the moment her mouth wrapped around his shaft. Groaning in wanton lust, he shudders, trying to keep her desired treat from her for even longer, but it simply isn't to be. She suddenly hears him let out a shaky breath before he gasps, and her mouth is assaulted with that sought after semen spurting straight from his body.

"C-carrie, I'm... uuunngh...~"

(“Drink it... drink all of it, gonna keep... nnngh...! I wanna just keep her and fuck her face to pieces...”)

His mind becomes a lusty haze after that, focused only on how good it feels for her to suck every drop out of his spasming shaft.

And oh how she sucks. Carrot Top's head begins to feel numb as she sucks out his continuing stream of thick nectar. She loves the taste, the texture, and how amazing it feels to ooze down her throat. Almost as if never wanting to stop, her ginger suckling continues, even as Dalton feels his first (of many) servings leave his body. The loving mare gives a final lick to his tip before popping off and remarking aloud.

"Thank you so much...Haaaah~..."

Carrot Top opens her mouth to reveal that she had swallowed every last drop as she sighs contentedly. Before Dalton gets a chance to say anything, however, her eyes roll back into her skull and she faints, falling to the ground flat on her belly with a happy smile. It comes as quite a surprise to him. Although, everyone knows that fresh, warm milk puts a tired pony to sleep.

Author's Note

Exo - Carrot
??? - Dalton

Exo: Well, if we're going to have mares drinking cum, we might as well make it literal at some point.
???: "Milk" does a pony good. Because of reasons.