Cream Heartâ€™s Creamy Milky Mommy Mare Teats


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                                            Cream Heart’s Creamy Milky Mommy Mare Teats


                                            > Odd jobs have always been your talent.

                                            > If you were a pony, it’d probably be your cutie mark.

                                            > What would a handyman cutie mark look like? Just various tools you used?

                                            > You haven’t met any ponies who do what you do; typically their talents are focused on specific things.

                                            > Speaking of cutie marks, is it rude to look at them? You basically have to stare at their butts for a decent chunk of time to decipher what the picture probably means for their talent.

                                            > At this point you’re kind of afraid to ask anypony.

                                            > In any case, you’re now brought out of your internal monologue by your arrival to today’s job.

                                            > Babysitting. Or foalsitting, as it were.

                                            > Back on earth you couldn’t have really seen yourself doing this as a job, but the kids here were actually pretty cool. All the ponies were.

                                            > A few sharp knocks on the door earns you a response from inside.

                                            > “Just a moment, I’ll be right there!”

                                            > The silkiest smooth voice calls out from within the house, followed by the sound of a mare trotting her way closer to the door.

                                            > The door swings inward to reveal one of the most beautiful mares you’ve ever seen, yet regretfully she is not the reason you’ve arrived.

                                            > You’re actually looking forward to your job today since you get along well with Button Mash. You’ve ended up bonding with him as a sort of parental or older brother figure.

                                            > In any case, the mare before you is looking up at your face with a slight blush on her face.


                                            > She’s actually looking a bit frazzled compared to her usual calm and motherly demeanor, breathing a bit too heavy and just barely biting her lip. The apron she commonly wears has a few spots of flour on the front, something that makes her even more endearing and attractive.

                                            “Good evening Cream Heart! I hope you haven’t been too busy lately. What’ve you got planned for tonight?”

                                            > She lets out few a cute little horsey snorts of hot breath before answering.

                                            > “Oh yes, of course. I… well you’ll have to forgive me; it slipped my mind that you were scheduled to watch Button today. He’s actually staying at a friend’s for tonight, so I’m afraid your services won’t be needed.”

                                            > Your face falls before you can catch your composure, but you try to recover quickly.

                                            “Oh, well that’s, uh, that’s fine! I’ll… find something else to do I suppose.”

                                            > You were doing well on bits, but you did feel a bit sad that you weren’t going to hang out with Button.

                                            > Now you had to figure out what you were going to do tonight. In a world without the internet, you had to rekindle your interests in ‘real’ activities. While this was a healthy change for you overall it typically took more planning than just firing up your machine for some shitposting.

                                            > Cream Heart is still standing in front of you, now nibbling her lip nervously as eyes you up and down. She’s also shifting weight between her back hooves, lifting them up and down as if something is bothering her.

                                            > After waiting more than a few seconds for a reply, you decide to make your leave.

                                            “Well, I’ll see you-”

                                            > “Wait!”

                                            > Stopping mid-turn, you see her looking around as if for anypony else watching the two of you, before she focuses on you again.

                                            > “Don’t go just yet, I actually need your help. I’ve got a… leak which needs attention.”

                                            > Ahh, that must be why she’s looking a bit feverish. You give her a confident smile.

                                            “Oh, of course! I’ll have to go get my tools but I should be able to fix that right up for you!”


                                            > “You don’t need to go anywhere. You’ve got all the tools you need already.”

                                            > Your confused glance at her eyeing your hands prompts her to explain.

                                            > “I-I mean I’ve got some tools here, it should be what’s needed. Come in, I’ll show you where the, ah, leak is.”

                                            > As she turns you notice her tail twitch, subtle shudders at her dock magnifying as they ripple down her supple, healthy tail.

                                            > She walks inside and your eyes are immediately drawn to her backside as it sways side to side, bouncing up and down with the motion of her hips.

                                            > The jiggle of her butt just barely masks the strong earth pony gluteal muscles underneath, and as your breath hitches in your throat you have to shake yourself back to reality.

                                            > You shouldn’t be eyeing her like that, she’s a mother and you’ve got a job to do, though you do tuck away the mental images for later.

                                            > As you follow her inside you take notice of her overall walk and it does seem like she’s swaying more than you remember, though she’s probably just tired. Now is not the time to be reading into the body language of another species which you’re not entirely familiar with.

                                            > The view from the back also lets you see the apron straps on her back, along with another set of straps you don’t remember her wearing before.

                                            > Then your mind wanders, curious how she could have tied those straps behind her back at all.

                                            > “The leak is actually in my bedroom here,” she says before nudging the door open.

                                            > Crossing through the doorway you begin to walk toward the attached bathroom to assess the leak and determine the tools you need, but you’re cut short by the sound of the door closing behind you.

                                            > Turning around you see her facing you with her butt pressed up against the door.

                                            > She’s locked eyes with you and as she approaches you can almost see the steam rising from her huffs and snorts. She’s channeling that horsey animalistic nature and it’s prompting your body to respond in kind.


                                            > She trots forward coming to an abrupt stop just in front of you as she cranes her neck upward to maintain eye contact, before seemingly losing steam and blushing shyly.

                                            > She never looks away though.

                                            > “I will show you where my leak is, but I need your help first. Would you kindly undo my apron straps?”

                                            > Wordlessly you are drawn closer to her, maintaining that eye contact even as you reach for the straps.

                                            > Your hands feel that they’ve got some sort of Velcro analogue, likely easier for an earth pony to secure than tying them.

                                            > You pull them apart and she breaks eye contact to allow the apron to slide off her neck, but she’s still got another set of straps just before her hips.

                                            > “Those straps too, if you please dear.”

                                            > Instinctively you know you’re on the precipice of a fundamental change in your life, but you push down your trepidation and reach forward, kneeling at her side to grasp the new set of straps and pull them apart too.

                                            > She lets out a breathy, almost pained moan as you feel gravity yank the straps out of your hands and something land underneath her with a wet splash.

                                            > She looks back at you with one eye closed and biting her bottom lip as she breathes heavily.

                                            > “Haaah, ooooh. Please, I need your help.”

                                            > Looking down at her belly as it transitions between her legs, you see them.

                                            > Two engorged teats, with dark areolas and long nipples are seated there.

                                            > Whoa.

                                            > They sure are leaking.

                                            > Oh gosh this is really lewd.

                                            > The “bra” she had on is soaked as it continued to receive the milky rain on the ground.

                                            > The steady drips of white are actually accelerating and before your eyes one teat, then the other are simply streaming out mare milk.

                                            > A full, uninterrupted stream of creamy liquid now flows from each nipple. It almost reminds you of a showerhead.

                                            > “I wouldn’t just ask this of anyone, I trust you and I really do need your help. Would you please, ooooh, please… milk me?”


                                            > You look back at her face and are met with eyes full of desire and longing as well as a good helping of desperation.

                                            > “I can see you’re more than open to the idea, and yes you may use your mouth. Just be gentle dearie.”

                                            > You hadn’t realized it but your mouth was open and you were salivating.

                                            > Turning your attention back to the streaming mare teats, you begin to lean in toward her.

                                            > She lets out a few snorts and moans as she lifts up her leg to give you better access, and it’s now that you’re fully hit with the calming and pleasant aroma of her mare milk.

                                            > It’s intoxicating.

                                            > In the span of a few breaths you find yourself latched onto her nipple.

                                            > The incredibly rich flavor of cream floods your senses. Hints of sugar and notes of vanilla dance across your tongue as the life giving liquid rushes forward into your mouth, driven by the pressure in those swollen teats.

                                            > In fact her essence is streaming into your mouth so fast it’s all you can do to swallow and keep up with the flow.

                                            > You gulp and gulp and gulp, all the while the mare above you lets out lewd moans and breaths.

                                            > “Ohhhhh yes Anon, yes please I, unnnnnnghh… ooooh mmmmmm haahh hahh, yes honey just ahhhhh just keep drinking down mommy’s milk, yeeeessssss.”

                                            > Your swallowing is naturally inducing just a bit of suction as you keep your lips clamped onto that wonderful nipple and it’s clearly providing her with relief.

                                            > The last bits of your conscious mind take note of how much pressure her other teat is probably under so you reach over with your hand to give that one a gentle squeeze.

                                            > With the barest of grasps, you feel the divinely soft flesh of her breast squish under your hand and hear her let out a prolonged moan as her nipple lets out a pressurized stream of milk.

                                            > Almost a scream, really.

                                            > “AHHHHHHHHHH YES OH THAT’S IT BABY YOU LOVE MOMMY’S MILK DON’T YOU COLT, OOHH YES YES YES OH OHHHH!!!


                                            > Her whole body stiffens, then quivers and shakes as her tail hikes up and you dimly hear even more splashing join the lewd symphony you are both creating. With each twitch of her dock she lets out little squeaks and gasps desperately for air.

                                            > You continue to suckle from her as she rides it out. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to, her warm milk has basically hypnotized you and dulled your senses to only what’s important right now.

                                            > Her.

                                            > She envelops your whole world, as you truly fall deep into the trance of her creamy tasty milk.

                                            > You continue to suckle her and bask in the ambience of her cutely lewd noises and the heat from her body.

                                            > Dimly a part of you realizes you’re throbbing with need, but at the same time you’re receiving pleasure just from pleasing her. The erotic and intimate nature of everything happening is actually satisfying you.

                                            > She shuffles her weight and steps to the side to loom over you a bit more, prompting you to switch your hungry lips to her other desperate nipple.

                                            > You swiftly place your hand on the nipple you just came from to continue to milk it manually and she voices her appreciation of your skilled hands with her continued moans and gasps.

                                            > The fresh milk spouting from the new nipple reinvigorates your hunger and you suckle her with vigor, intensifying her pleasure and relief.

                                            > She tenses up again as you really increase the suction while squeezing and pulling on her other teat, streaming the milk everywhere.

                                            > “Ohhhh again!? Ohh ahh haaaa~ yeesss that’s it baby yes yes yes! YES HAAANNNNGGGGG oh oh oh OH!~”

                                            > This time her body’s reaction is so powerful she is forced to curl inward even as her tail flags.

                                            > The strong earth pony mare presses you into her teats with her front legs, while her back legs bend to force her hips down.

                                            > You feel your own pleasure peak in response as you keep on suckling, moaning right into her teat.


                                            > You find yourself trapped between her thighs as she squeezes down, a heavy yet gentle pressure surrounding you.

                                            > The heat of her milk and body in addition to the softness of her coat and the pressure of her thighs finally force you to unlatch from her nipple with a pop.

                                            > As she continues to ride her orgasm you lay back on the floor feeling full and more content than you ever have before.

                                            > With each contraction of her body her teats spray out another stream and you can only lay back and enjoy the shower.

                                            > You lovingly rub your hands on the inside of her legs and over her belly while she gradually relaxes.

                                            > Her muscular contractions start to slow down until she’s left panting from the exertion.

                                            > Then with a tired sigh her legs give out and those big mare teats you’ve been staring at come crashing down right on your face.

                                            > They are so soft it’s like there was no impact at all, only the sudden presence of a perfectly pleasant weight.

                                            > “Oops, I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to do that! Though it looks like you don’t mind do you?”

                                            > She giggles breathily as she starts to gently grind her teats back and forth across your face.

                                            > You can’t help but groan from the sensory overload.

                                            > “Hmmmm yes, I think I like it too.”

                                            > You’re so relaxed and calm you can’t do anything but lay back and enjoy the motherly mare drag her still large teats over your face.

                                            > You had known Equestria to basically be heaven for you since you arrived, but this right here was your own personal slice of it.

                                            > You lose yourself in the myriad of sensations and find yourself drifting from all the warmth and nice mare smells.

                                            > Yet just before you doze off she lifts her beautiful teats away from your face with a chuckle.

                                            > “I see somepony’s having fun down there, hehehe~”

                                            > That wondrous voice is the sweetest music as it tickles your eardrums, sending goosebumps rippling down from your head to your toes.


                                            > As you sit up you become aware that you’re wet. Your shirt is thoroughly soaked in mare milk and your pants…

                                            > Oh, well now that’s just a bit embarrassing.

                                            > You feel a blush burning your skin as you look away from her with a small amount of shame.

                                            > She sees the wet spot that clearly came from inside your pants and teases you lightly.

                                            > “Awwww, you loved mommy so much you just couldn’t contain yourself, could you?”

                                            > Noticing your blush however, she quickly lifts your head to look her in the eyes.

                                            > “Now dear that is nothing to be ashamed about, in fact it’s quite flattering to a mare like me – able to satisfy her new stud with her teats? What a compliment!”

                                            > “It also shows just how much you love me, that you’d be able to achieve release just by giving me pleasure. I think that’s a wonderful thing we were able to share.”

                                            > With that she gives you a passionate kiss on the lips, followed by a sweetly chaste smooch on your cheek.

                                            > “Mommy loves you too sweetie~”


                                            > Then she hugs you close, whispering “Thank you for indulging me to let me be your ‘mommy’ and for relieving this pressure, it has been quite painful and distracting.”

                                            > You hug her back, at a loss for words but still trying to communicate how grateful you are and how much you enjoyed helping her.

                                            > This was a special mare indeed to make you feel the way you felt now, and you would greatly enjoy being together with her moving forward.

                                            > You gently whisper these sweet intentions in her ear, earning you a healthy blush and some giggling. Seems she likes you.

                                            > “I will need more help to relieve the pressure in my milky teats again soon. You could even help me collect some and I could bake some treats with it for you, would you like that sweetheart?”

                                            > You nod with your own blush in return as she nuzzles her neck into yours.

                                            > She pulls away from the hug and looks over you again.

                                            > “Now, follow me dear and let’s get you clean. Perhaps we will also be able to fully enjoy each other as well this time?”

                                            > As she trots over into her bathroom, she intentionally lifts her tail to show you her swollen, winking marehood.

                                            > Looks like you found another leak to help her with!