A curt knock resounded on the wooden door.
Milky Way looked up from The Magic of Milk: A complete guide, dog-earing her page and then closing the book, carefully wrapping and then placing aside her caramel stick, before heaving herself to her hooves.
Milky’s uniform and hat were hanging on hooks by the door, ready for her to start a new work day. It was mid-afternoon, and Milky was off for the rest of the day, enjoying unwinding from her very early morning start. The young mare stepped over to the door, opening it cautiously.
A white mare with a style blue mane stood at her door, smiling and lifting a hoof in greeting.
“Well hi there,” the mare said warmly. She had a very upper-class accent, something that Milky would expect someone from Canterlot to sound like. “My name is Rarity, and I’m here about your... ah... special services. I hear that it can make your coat absolutely stunning.”
A smile spread across Milky’s face, “Why, that is absolutely correct! It’s also good for bone strength and healing light fractures!”
Rarity beamed. “Well, can I get a few bottles then, please?”
Milky Way’s smile turned strained, and she waved a hoof hesitantly. “If I can get you tol just jot down your name and order, I’ll let you know a date I can whip some up.”
Rarity paused at that, brows slowly raising. “Oh no darling, I don’t think you understand. I have a show in Ponyville in a few days. I can’t wait!”
Milky Way gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I’m already in the process of making a batch for another customer. That’s why you always have to order ahead.”
The other mare frowned deeply at that, pulling out a coin pouch and jiggling it in front of Milky’s nose. “I have bits.”
Milky Way bit her bottom lip, her expression turning uncertain. The bits would be nice, but she had the rules for a reason...
After several long seconds of deliberation, Milky Way shook her head, gently pushing the pouch back with a hoof. “I’m sorry Rarity, but no cutsies. You’ll have to wait until I’m free.”
Rarity pouted, hugging the pouch to her chest. “You sure?”
Milky Way nodded firmly. “I’m sure. I should be free for... er... ‘production’ in a few days. Try again then.”
Rarity sniffed once, lifting her nose haughtily. “Very well.”
Without another word, Rarity turned and started back up the street. Milky Way watched her for several long seconds. Somehow, she felt that that mare was going to be trouble.
Milky Way strode down the street, in her full uniform. It was early morning, and already the pouches at her side that held bottles of milk were empty bar the last one. Every now and then as she walked, she would take a bite of a caramel stick.
She was delivering the last bottle of the morning, to a mansion on the edge off Trottingham.
As she put down the last bottle besides the door, she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed. Unable to find anypony around, she glowered slightly to herself and shook her head, giving her entire body a quick shake to try and rid herself of that ‘being watched’ sensation. She turned on her hooves and then headed back down the long drive, casting one last suspicious glance behind herself before lowering her head and making for her milk stand on the main street.
After Milky had gone a sufficient distance down the path, a bush lifted up and crept closer to the front door of the mansion.
Rarity grunted faintly as she stretched and arched, pushing the bush with a hindleg. Twigs and leaves scattered across her coat and caught in her styled blue mane and tail as the mare pushed on the centre stem with one of her back hooves, pushing the bush off of herself. Sure, there was detritus in her mane and tail now, but it would be worth it.
Stealthily, Rarity pounced on the bottle of milk left at the door, and tugged it open, pulling the bottle up to her lips and taking a dainty sip. The definitive taste of cow’s milk greeted her senses. She wrinkled her nose, recapping the bottle and then pouting. This was the third bottle she had tested, and they had all been cow’s milk! Rarity didn’t know what taste she was looking for specifically, but she was certain that mare’s milk would taste quite distinct from cow’s milk.
With a huff, Rarity kicked over the bush she had so sneakily sequestered herself in for so long, and then narrowed her eyes, snorting once and beginning to stalk down the path in the direction Milky had gone.
Milky Way stood at her milk stand, resting her front hooves on the counter itself and leaning against it heavily to rest, blue tail slowly flicking back and forth behind her. Her hat was hanging up on a hook on one of the beams on the side of the stall, though she still had her uniform on. Bottles of milk sat in rows in front of her, ready to be sold. Various flavours and ‘types’ of milk sat there. Some were magically ‘augmented’ to last longer, others tasted better, were creamier, or had entirely new tastes added post-milking.
Already, several spots in the rows were missing, having been sold to ponies who passed by.
Rarity ambled up to the milk stand, smiling warmly. “Good morning, I’d like to purchase a bottle,” she said, reaching down and coming up with a coin purse.
Milky looked uncertain, ears splaying back. “Well, what kind would you like?” Milky waved a hoof over her merchandise, ears pricking upwards.
Rarity leaned forwards, inspecting the rows of milk bottles, before looking up, her eyes narrowing. “Well... I was rather hoping you’d have... ‘mare’ flavoured,” she said, giving Milky a significant glance.
Milky’s eyes likewise narrowed, and her expression hardened. “I already told you, Miss Rarity, give me your order and you’ll have your milk in a few days.”
“I have a show tomorrow,” Rarity said with a wave of a hoof, scowling.
Milky set her jaw. “You wouldn’t get the full benefit from the milk unless you drank it tonight. I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”
Rarity snorted once at that, huffing and lifting her nose, before she turned and stalked away.
Milky Way watched her go, pursing her lips.
A curt knock at the door jogged Milky Way out of her book-induced stupor. She had gone home and snuggled up to her favorite book, and was busy staring blankly at the pages. With a faint groan, she heaved herself to her hooves and stalked over to the door, already half-knowing what was beyond it.
“Hi darling,” Rarity said sweetly, batting her eyes innocently. She held one hoof at chest height, an empty measuring jug in it. “I just... ran out of milk,” she said breathily, “You wouldn’t happen to have any spare?”
Milky Way frowned deeply, pursing her lips and then looking back over her shoulder, before she harrumphed and stalked towards the fridge, popping it open and peering inside. She frowned slightly, brows furrowing, lowering her head and then lifting it, tilting her body to the side to peer past containers. Her milk was all gone. She was sure she had some milk in there, but there was certainly no carton now.
Harrumphing, Milky turned around and moved back towards the front door, frowning deeply. “I uh... don’t have any, sorry.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow slowly, jiggling the measuring cup innocently, her pleasant smile turning almost devious. “Well...” she trailed off, giving the mare a significant stare.
Milky Way recoiled slightly at that, her cheeks warming. “H-hey! I’ve told you how to go about getting some of my milk. Put your name down and I’ll-”
“-Get to me in a weeks time, when it’ll already be too late!” Rarity cut in with a low growl, tossing the measuring jug aside.
Milky frowned deeply at that, pursing her lips and then looking to the side nervously for a moment. “Well...”
Rarity looked up sharply at that, her sweet smile returning. She batted her eyelids once more, leaning closer, “Yesss?”
The milkmare flushed just faintly, taking a step backwards, lowering her head. “I... I could uh... you know...” Milky trailed off, biting her bottom lip and casting her glance left and right. “I guess I could push back the date of my next ahh... service... for a day or two?”
Rarity’s eyes flashed in triumph, and she stepped up immediately, pushing her way into Milky’s house and then rounding on her, grinning.
Milky Way pushed the door closed behind her, her cheeks burning faintly. “Let me just... get my equipment. I hope you don’t mind weakly-flavoured milk.”
Rarity tossed her mane. “Darling, after the beauty treatments I’ve been through, drinking something is hardly a challenge.”
Milky Way flushed faintly at that, wending a hoof through her mane self-consciously. “Well... It doesn’t taste terrible. It’s just... I’m partway through flavouring a batch, and it doesn’t really... well, the taste takes a few days to ‘seep’.”
Rarity perked an ear upwards at that, as Milky started down the hallway towards her room. The fashionista turned to move after the milkmare, following her into her room.
Flopping herself onto her bed, Milky picked up a small magical machine with a pair of suction cups on it, with tubes leading into a capture container that was meticulously, sparkling clean.
“I uh... got tired of using my hooves,” Milky Way admitted, lowering her head slightly. She rolled over onto her side, giving a sigh of relief and stretching out, arranging herself into a comfortable position before pushing her hooves down across her stomach and to her swollen mammaries. She placed the suction cups over the slightly darker-coloured nipples.
Rarity paused at the edge of the bed, watching with interest, head tilted just slightly to the left.
Milky Way lifted a hoof, touching at the top of the device and flicking the switch. Immediately, a stream of milk began to trickle from the suction cups and down the length of the tube, dribbling with faint splashes into the transparent collection chamber.
Rarity shifted closer, pulling herself up onto the bed as well, watching intently. “So... is the process instant?”
Milky Way raised a brow. “The effects of the milk? They take a few hours at least... but they should be noticeable by morning.”
A smile spread across Rarity’s muzzle as she watched the milk trickling into the capture container, her styled tail flicking back and forth behind her eagerly.
As soon as the container was half-full, Rarity reached over and twisted the vial, releasing it to drop into her hoof. She swished the milk around inside it, licking her lips faintly in anticipation, before pulling it up to her lips and downing it all in three long gulps.
A faint hum left the fashionista as the warm liquid washed across her tongue, just very faintly oily, and slightly watery, with a very distinct taste of caramel laced amongst it.
Rarity pulled the vial back, blinking once and then smiling brightly. “Well you weren’t deceiving me about the taste! It is quite good, I must admit! And that isn’t even optimum?”
Milky Way shook her head, detaching the suction cups from over her teats and then placing the machine aside to be washed. “Someponies actually find it better to water down my milk a little bit so that the taste doesn’t... you know, overwhelm them.”
Rarity snorted once, licking her lips and then draining the last dribble of milk from the vial, before passing it back to the milkmare. “The more fools, they. Your milk is quite wonderful.” Rarity smiled warmly at Milky Way, a hoof lifting to rest on her stomach.
Milky looked down at the hoof, her cheeks flushing faintly with warmth before she peered back at Rarity. “Well I’m glad you like it. As I said before, you can order some if you’d like, once this batch is done with. Speaking of which...” Milky Way reached over, picking up a caramel stick in a hoof and biting into it.
Rarity watched her with a tilted head, batting her eyes at the milkmare innocently. “Well... since you’re starting over from scratch...”
The fashionista trailed off, giving a sly grin as she slid her hoof down and pushed one of Milky’s hindlegs upwards, pushing her slightly further onto her back. While Milky gave a muffled ‘mrrrph!’ of confusion and surprise, Rarity pushed her nose down between the milkmare’s hindlegs and captured one of the teats in her mouth.
A soft, velvet tongue slid forth, delicately curling around the teat and drawing it between the soft white lips. One of Rarity’s hooves slipped down to cup the mammary itself, while her lips closed over the teat and she suckled firmly, drawing a warm spurt of white up across her tongue.
A low moan resounded around Rarity’s mouthful, and she followed it with a muffle hum of delight, suckling a little bit more firmly, squeezing and kneading firmly with her hoof.
Milky Way arched slightly, a hoof automatically twining in the fashionista’s mane, as though to try and tug her away from the sensitive teat, before the milkmare gave a low, hushed whine and then laid her head back down, swallowing hard to clear her sticky mouthful. “N-not so rough,” Milky Way murmured.
Rarity paused at that, taking a moment to swallow, rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth and then nodded once, gently cupping the large mammary and then suckling at the teat in earnest, gently working her tongue against it.
The hoof in Rarity’s mane twisted slightly and Milky’s breathing started to intensify, her cheeks flushing slightly darker with blood, her entire form squirming just slightly in place.
Rarity hummed eagerly, drawing back and licking her lips, casting a smile up at the milkmare, before pressing her nose down again, capturing the lower teat in a firm suckle, soft lips closing around it.
Milky Way squirmed a little more intently in place, her ears folding back and the hoof in Rarity’s mane tugging just gently on the soft, styled strangs, her hindlegs closing slightly more tightly as she felt a warmth growing between them. “R-Rarity, I think you should s-stop...”
Rarity paused at that, opening an eye and staring up at the milkmare with a mouthful of the soft teat, blinking slowly up at her and then pulling back. She worked her jaw a few times, peering at the milkmare, head tilting slightly to one side. “But.. I’m still thirsty!”
Milky Way gave a slight nervous laugh. “I uh... I’m just kinda sensitive is all.”
Rarity’s ears perked up at that. “Oh? Sensitive?”
Milky Way nodded silently, looking away and then squirming slightly in place, trying to roll back onto her side properly.
A hoof shot out, catching one of her hindlegs and holding it in place, the fashionista looking up at the milkmare and licking her lips innocently. “Sensitive?” she asked again, her expression turning slightly evil.
Milky Way bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing further and her ears pinning back as Rarity pressed back down to suckle around the top teat again, drawing it into her mouth and firmly nursing at it, filling her mouth once more with the warm mare’s milk. While her mouth was busy with the tear, the hoof that wasn’t supporting the weight of the mare’s mammary, slid up her inner thigh and then pressed directly between her legs, grinding against the milkmare’s warm sex.
Milky Way gasped and arched, her muzzle parting in surprise, back arching and tail giving a harsh flick.
“Sensitive indeed,” Rarity murmured with a sly grin, grinding the hoof between Milky’s hindlegs all the more firmly, grinning and giggling at the way it made her whimper. “If you let me have my fill...” Rarity trailed off with a sly grin, licking her lips and giving a pointed rub of her hoof. “I’ll put my tongue to work... elsewhere.”
Milky Way’s cheeks flared with warmth at that, and she squirmed slightly in place at the words and the lustful expression on Rarity’s face. She tried to stammer an answer, before she just closed her mouth and swallowed hard, tentatively nodding.
Rarity hummed in delight, turning back to her new tasty treat, drawing the teat into her mouth and suckling at it powerfully, causing a warm gush of milk to spill across her tongue again. All the while, her hoof was grinding up between Milky’s thighs, working against the soft, pliable flesh there, summoning up a warm slick of moisture.
A slow, sly grin stretched across Rarity’s muzzle as she pulled her head back, licking her lips and then peering up at the milkmare with narrowed eyes.
Milky Way stared back, blinking once, blush still visible on her cheeks, her hindlegs twitching nervously.
“I do believe I have had my fill,” Rarity said with a calm air, stroking a hoof through her mane casually. “Now... what was it I said I would do?”
The milkmare lifted a hoof to her mouth, her hindlegs clenching slightly at the words of the other mare, her ears splaying. “Y-you said t-that...”
“Oh, right!” Rarity said with a sly little giggle, before she twisted around and pushed her muzzle past the large mammaries and buried it between Milky’s legs.
Milky Way gasped, muffled into her hoof, her cheeks flaring with warmth as the other mare buried her muzzle in against her warm, and already slightly-sticky sex. A sudden wash of warm exhalation and then a firm brush and stroke of a tongue made her arch and cry out, a hindleg twitching in surprise and delight.
A low hum of delight left Rarity as she swirled her tongue heatedly along the length of Milky Way’s juicy sex, digging in against the pliable flesh, working her tongue across the pink insides with eager motions.
Milky Way groaned softly, her ears splaying back into her mane and hooves gripping the unicorn’s rump on reflex, hindlegs clasping around her head helplessly as she gave a low groan.
Giggling muffledly, Rarity lifted a hoof to squeeze and knead at Milky’s mammaries, timing the motions with the swirls and laps of her tongue against the soft, moist flesh between the milkmare’s thighs. Her tongue carefully dug in against the soft insides, working slightly deeper while her free hoof lifted to spread her a little bit further.
A low whine left Milky Way, and she bit her bottom lip again, throwing her head back, eyes clenched closed, back arching repeatedly as the other mare worked her so well with her tongue. She bit her tongue and convulsed in delight, a hoof wending in Rarity’s mane as she tried to push her harder against her aching sex.
Rarity gave a muffled sound against the mare’s sex, before she grinned deviously and swapped to tease at a teat with her hoof, even as she slid her lips back and captured the mare’s clit in her mouth. With a soft hum and a twist of her head, Rarity closed her lips around Milky’s clit and suckled powerfully, swirling her tongue heatedly against the very tip of it.
Milky Way stuffed her hoof in her muzzle, arching and crying out in delight, her entire form quivering as a slick of liquid spilled from between her thighs, her hindlegs twitching and quivering as she slowly relaxed and panted hard.
Rarity grinned innocently, swirling her tongue slowly against the moist sex, before she crawled back down a little bit and latched back onto one of the teats, nursing happily.
Milky Way gave another faint groan, a hoof resting on the mare’s rump weakly, her head spinning. She nuzzled against Rarity’s side for a moment, twitching slightly at the nursing of the unicorn at her teats.
Rarity gave a happy sigh as she put the final stitch into a line of fabric, lifting a handkerchief to wipe at her forehead. Her coat was stunning, a glowing white, owing to her constant spa treatments and the gorging of mare’s milk she had had a few days previously in Trottingham.
With a lazy yawn, the fashionista meandered to the front door and opened it to check for mail. A milk bottle with a ribbon on it greeted her, along with one or two personal mail items.
Frowning in confusion, Rarity picked up the items and took them all inside.
Placing all of the objects down on the table, Rarity picked up the milk bottle, examining it closely. A small card was tethered to the bottle.
My faithful customer Rarity
I leave you a complimentary bottle of milk as I am not in Ponyville long. This is the end result of my ‘flavored’ line, as I believe you were curious as to the effects.
I believe it would be advantageous for both of us if you were to taste-test a new batch of milk I am producing. Feel free to stop by any time.
Have a very Milky day
Rarity giggled softly at the card, and then picked up the milk bottle, uncapping it and sniffing at the end. It smelled very distinctively of mare’s milk and caramel. Recapping the bottle, Rarity headed for the kitchen, picking up a pen and a piece of paper as she went. She had a ‘business arrangement’ and a ‘taste testing’ to schedule.
