Milk, Mammaries, And The Milky Way (SmutAnon)


                                            A story by olde SmutAnon, which i decided to archive here because his work seems to only exist online in a mediafire link buried in an archive of a dead tumblr and nobody else seems to have saved them anywhere public.


                                            >Milk is all over the street

                                            >A stunned silence falls over the scene

                                            >Shards of glass litter the area

                                            >You're speechless, almost shaking from your spot on the ground

                                            >Seriously, she had come out of nowhere! This wasn't your fault!

                                            >"Oooohh..."

                                            >The vanilla-coated pony you'd collided with was in a similar position, rubbing her forehead in pain

                                            >You open your mouth to say something, but the words clump up in your throat

                                            >'I'm sorry,' you want to say

                                            >'I hope you're okay.'

                                            >All you can do is stare and try to contemplate the consequences of your absent-mindedness

                                            >Would she have to pay for this? Would her boss?

                                            >Would she lose her job because of you?

                                            >I'd be a terrible shame for such a cute pony to be run out due to an idiot's lapse of concentration

                                            "Uhhhhh-hi?"

                                            >You almost facepalm at your own awkward greeting

                                            >At least it's better than the silence


                                            >Onlookers have started to move by, now, leaving the two of you to your own problems

                                            >You're thankful for that

                                            >The mare you'd run into is eyeing you through the headache you'd given her

                                            >Your greeting had gotten her attention

                                            >"Hi there. I'm so sorry about this, I know I let my mind wander sometimes..."

                                            >There's no way you can let her take the blame for this

                                            "No, no, no, this was all me. I should have been watching where I was going."

                                            >"You're so sweet, but really, it's my fault."

                                            >You struggle to your feet, mindful of the broken glass around you

                                            "It's really the gentleman's job to take the fall for things like this. I'd hate for you to lose your job because of me."

                                            >You hope your flimsy excuse wins her over

                                            >"I wouldn't worry about it, I'm my own boss."

                                            >Walking over to her, you lean down and offer your hand

                                            >She sees it and looks between your hand and your face, confused at first

                                            >Realization dawns on her and she grasps your hand with a forehoof, allowing you to help her up

                                            >While you're getting her up, your gaze flashes over her rear legs

                                            >Or, specifically, what lies beneath them

                                            >Two massive teats, ones that rivaled the human breasts you were more familiar with

                                            >You feel sweat start to form on your forehead


                                            >You quickly divert your gaze for fear of this milk pony noticing your staring

                                            >She gives no indication that she had

                                            >Once on her hooves, she brushes herself off

                                            >"Thank you, Mr. Gentleman."

                                            "Heh, thanks."

                                            >A short awkward pause passes between the two of you

                                            "It's Anon, actually."

                                            >"I-I'm Milky W-Way."

                                            >Blushing, she pretends to busy herself with examining her milkmare uniform

                                            >You're pretty sure she was just as nervous as you

                                            "It's a pleasure. Quite a way to meet, eh?"

                                            >You follow your statement up with a forced laugh, but she seems receptive and offers a giggle of her own

                                            >It dawns upon you that you're actually talking with a mare and she hasn't run off yet

                                            >The realization just makes you more anxious

                                            >Your attention shifts to the mess

                                            "So... need any help with this? It is kinda my fault, anyways."

                                            >"Oh, I'd hate to bother you. It'd take a little while to collect all of this glass, and dangerous as well. I'm sure you have somewhere important to be."


                                            >No dice, ma'am. Anon is a goddamn gentleman

                                            >"I insist."

                                            >Before giving her time to protest further, you remove your shirt and start collecting the glass with it

                                            >"Thanks."

                                            >She starting fumbling with the glass, but her hooves prove inefficient at the task

                                            >You steal a look at her occasionally while going about your work

                                            >Once, you catch her glancing back at you

                                            >You quickly look away to hide a blush

                                            >Did she blush as well?

                                            >This seemed so silly—you'd just met her, only exchanged a few words, but there was something about her

                                            >The way she handled herself, the unabashed shyness, and the modesty

                                            >Especially with those... melons between her hindlegs!

                                            >You can't help but imagine what it'd be like....

                                            >Shaking your head, you return to the job at hand

                                            >There was nothing happening between you two

                                            >As soon as this mess was gone, you'd part ways, and that'd be that


                                            >After dumping the broken glass in a nearby bin, you approach Milky Way, shirt still in hand

                                            "Well, it looks like that's everything. Sorry again for bumping into you."

                                            >You turn to leave but are stopped by a vanilla hoof

                                            >"And where do you think you're going like that?"

                                            >Like what? You look down at yourself

                                            >Although you hadn't felt anything, your right thumb is bleeding from a gash

                                            >Crap

                                            >"I can't let you just walk off with a cut like that. At least let me bandage you up."

                                            >The uneasiness returns as you fidget in place

                                            >You hated to impose on her, but that cut wasn't just going to heal itself, and you lived nowhere near here

                                            "Well, I guess."

                                            >"I live just a block down this road. Come on!"

                                            >She practically drags you along, a lot more chipper than you'd expect from a mare coming out of the situation you two'd been stuck in

                                            >Rolling your eyes, you allow her to lead you along

                                            >It's cute in its own way

                                            >She was just so eager to help you out, despite your the fact your clumsiness had led to the accident in the first place


                                            >As you both approach her door, she pauses and releases your hand, fidgeting with her hooves

                                            >"Ummm... I guess you should probably come in."

                                            >It's a modest house, just enough for a single pony you'd imagine

                                            >You remain silent, only watching her as she undecisively turned back and forth between you and the door

                                            >There were probably some words that would have fit, but really, you had no idea what they were

                                            >"Yeah!"

                                            >She opens the door quickly and walks you inside, then closes the door behind you

                                            >When she takes your hand to guide you further in, you say

                                            "It's just a cut, you know. I can still walk."

                                            >Instantly, you cringe inside, knowing that was a stupid thing to say

                                            >"I-I know that."

                                            >She doesn't release your hand

                                            >You're not complaining

                                            >After walking down a hallway, you find yourself in a small kitchen, pots and pans hanging on the walls and a thin marble covering on the counters

                                            >Milky releases you to rummage through some cabinets under the sink and then lays a few bandages out on the center island

                                            >"Come here, please."


                                            >You walk over and offer your thumb, still bleeding a little from the cut

                                            >It was deeper than you'd thought

                                            >"Oh, dear."

                                            >Milky grabs a cloth and dampens it before dabbing it on your cut

                                            >The cloth proves ineffective, however.

                                            >"Drat. Come closer, over to the sink."

                                            >You walk over next to her and she takes your hand, holding it under the faucet

                                            >She turns on the hot water

                                            >"Hold it there for a sec."

                                            >She starts unravelling a bandage as you hold your hand under the soothing water

                                            >The atmosphere had gotten exponentially more tense since entering her house and you wanted to say something, but she seemed so intent on fixing you up you didn't want to disturb her

                                            >Instead, you watch her work with the bandage

                                            >At least, that was your intention

                                            >Your eyes wander south and land on those massive mammaries

                                            >It just dawned on you that maybe they had something to do with her job

                                            >Her cutie mark backed up your suspicion

                                            "So, uh, you've been a milkmare long?"


                                            >She turns and grabs your cut hand and begins drying it off while answering your question

                                            >"Yes, I've been working in Trottingham for quite a while, now. It's my talent."

                                            >Attention still on your hand, she shifts her flanks to show you her cutie mark

                                            >You don't admit you'd already seen it.

                                            >After cleaning the wound, she starts wrapping it with a bandage

                                            >"It's a great job, really. The cows and I work very well together and my customers are always a pleasure to speak with!"

                                            >Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out

                                            "Just the cows?"

                                            >She stops wrapping your cut

                                            >"Y-you noticed, then?"

                                            >You nod, you face flushing from embarrassment at your brash comment

                                            >"I was hoping my uniform would hide them, but I suppose it's silly of me to think that."

                                            >Looking up at you, she offers a timid smile

                                            >"I mean, c'mon, they're huge."

                                            >The two of you stare at each other, silent for just a moment

                                            >Then burst into laughter


                                            >She almost drops the bandage, she's laughing so hard

                                            >You're gasping for breath by the time you've gotten it all out of you

                                            >The tension finally dispelled, Milky releases a long, heavy sigh

                                            >"Oh, I was so worried you'd be disgusted by them. Some ponies really take issue."

                                            >Disgusted? No, that wasn't the word you'd use...

                                            >Best not tell her, though

                                            "It's just part of your body, right? How can ponies be disgusted by it?"

                                            >She pauses to smile at you before answering

                                            >"You know, I have no idea. I guess I'm just different."

                                            "And ponies are afraid of what's different."

                                            >Nodding, she returns to wrapping your thumb

                                            >"Yeah."

                                            >The silence threatens to fall again, but Milky speaks up

                                            >"I suppose you would know about 'different'? Being the only one of your kind and all."

                                            >You give a resigned nod

                                            "I get a lot of stares, but sometimes ponies go as far as running or hiding."

                                            >"You feel like you don't belong, even though you live here."

                                            >Her grip tightens on your hand, but you don't notice

                                            "And you wonder if tomorrow is just gonna be the same..."

                                            "...or maybe you'll meet somepony who notices what you share instead of what you don't."


                                            >The two of you hold eye contact, find that same hope in the others' eyes

                                            >Then break away, blushing

                                            >"Yeah, it's kinda like that."

                                            >She takes a few steps back, releasing your hand

                                            >"Uh, all fixed up!"

                                            >Inspecting the bandage job, you nod

                                            "Thanks a bunch. And sorry again."

                                            >"No, please, it was my fault too."

                                            >You open your mouth, but reconsider

                                            >It was kind of a silly thing to argue about, anyways

                                            "Well, I guess..."

                                            >Your hand absentmindedly goes to the back of your neck

                                            >"Uh..."

                                            >C'mon, Anon, say something!

                                            >You don't want to walk out empty-handed, do you?

                                            "Maybe I—"

                                            >"Wanna stay for a bit? If you're not busy, that is."


                                            "Sure," you respond instantly.

                                            >"I've got a couch in the other room. Why don't you take a seat while I clean this up?"

                                            "Okay."

                                            >You take sit down on the soft, comfy couch and inspect the room

                                            >Milky seems to be quite the reader; there are two fairly large bookshelves next to each other, filled with all sorts of literature

                                            >Mystery novels take up the brute of her collection, though

                                            >You'd indulged once, but mystery wasn't quite your passion

                                            >Truth be told, you'd actually spent more time with the racier flavor of books

                                            >On the opposite side of the room, next to a fireplace, is a contraption you'd never seen before

                                            >It stood just as tall as the bookshelves and featured an orange crank wheel, two large, glass containers and two smaller glass tubes

                                            >You were just about to ask what it was when Milky entered the room

                                            >"Oh, you've found my milk pump."

                                            >Turning, you find she's blushing furiously

                                            >"It's not exactly easy to, er, empty myself with just hooves. That thing has been very helpful over the years."

                                            >Slowly, she walks over to the couch and plops herself down next to you


                                            >"I just wish I had some better way of going about it. That machine has been a little unreliable lately, and let me tell you, it is not pleasant walking around with two very full—"

                                            >She cuts off, her face now completely red, like she'd been holding her breath

                                            >"You're probably not interested in that anyways."

                                            "I dunno, Milky, that's kind of what makes you different. And I like different."

                                            >"A-are you sure?"

                                            "If you're really not comfortable talking about it, I suppose I shouldn't press you further."

                                            >Her eyes dart back and forth around the room, occasionally landing on you

                                            >Best change the subject before she got even more uncomfortable

                                            >It was starting to rub off on you

                                            "I see you have a lot of books."

                                            >She jumps at the opportunity to change subjects

                                            >"Oh yes! I love a good mystery. Keeps me on the edge of my seat. How about you?"

                                            "Well..."

                                            >The two of you make smalltalk for a while, going from books to hobbies to quirks about Trottingham

                                            >Milky was much more open about subjects other than her lactation


                                            >She had a fairly regular schedule with delivering milk in the mornings and shopping in the afternoon and evenings

                                            >Days when she had nothing to buy, she'd spend her time curled up with a book, taking a nap, or trying out new recipes at home

                                            >She also admitted to indulging in... less-than-healthy treats perhaps a bit more often than she knew should

                                            >That statement brought a laugh out of you

                                            >You knew exactly how she felt

                                            >Of course, once you'd run her through the gambit, she pressed back, quizzing you on your life

                                            >You were a bit reluctant at first, but in the end, it was only fair to satiate her curiosity

                                            >Besides, you were starting to like her

                                            >An independent, yet sometimes self-conscious mare

                                            >Good at her job and enjoyed what she did for a living, but still battling with the demons of necessity

                                            >She was asking you about how came to Equestria when the conversation came to an abrupt halt

                                            >"Oh dear."

                                            >You sit up, a bit alarmed at her interjection

                                            "What is it? Something wrong?"

                                            >"Heh, no, not really. It is that time of day for me, actually. I should have expected this."

                                            "What? What should you have expected?"

                                            >"I need to, uhh, empty the twins."

                                            >Oh


                                            >She daintily walks over to the milk pump and starts to set herself up

                                            >Pausing, she turns to you

                                            >"This is usually a more... private thing. Could you...?"

                                            >Your eyes widen

                                            "Oh! Yes, sure."

                                            >"Thank you."

                                            >You stumble out of the room and into the kitchen, pacing around the area while listening to Milky fiddle with the milk pump

                                            >Curiosity gets the better of you and you put your ear up against the wall separating the you and Milky

                                            >At first, all you hear is clinking and mumbling, nothing interesting

                                            >You're startled when the pump starts with a rumble

                                            >It sounds well-used, like a weathered car

                                            >Vibrations run up and down the wall

                                            >That's all you hear for a few moments, then

                                            >"C'mon you stupid thing!"

                                            >It must not be doing it's job, because Milky sounds awfully frustrated

                                            >A thud echoes throughout the hallway. She must've hit it

                                            >"I just fixed you yesterday!"

                                            >The pump sputters and coughs, then dies completely

                                            >"Bullocks."

                                            >You'd offer to help, but you were no good with machinery


                                            >If that thing was broke, there was no way—

                                            >...

                                            >Well, there was one way you could help

                                            >You walk over to the doorway and look inside

                                            >Milky is sitting dejected next to the machine, looking at the floor

                                            >A couple of glass tubes lay discarded next to her

                                            "Hey, uh, Milky?"

                                            >She turns around slowly, eyes still on the floor

                                            "If you need some help, I'm no good with fixing things, but I could, y'know..."

                                            >She bites her lower lip and looks back between you and the milk pump

                                            >You thought it was a total shot in the dark, but she's actually seriously considering your offer!

                                            >It doesn't look like an easy decision, though

                                            >Her face is twisted in conflict

                                            >She's obviously quite shy about milking, but having two full teats of that size must be more uncomfortable than you'd thought

                                            "It's the least I could do for all your help with the bandage."

                                            >That seems to have done the trick

                                            >"O-okay. There's a bucket in the kitchen. I use it sometimes for... emergencies."

                                            >You nod and retrieve the bucket, then set it down in front of Milky

                                            >She slowly and cautiously walks over the bucket, positioning her teats directly above it


                                            >Her face as red as a tomato, she looks to you

                                            >"Just be gentle. I'm not really used to having somepony else do this."

                                            >You nod reassuringly and take up position kneeling down near her flank

                                            "Of course."

                                            >Her eyes are forward and you can hear her teeth chattering

                                            >Anxiously, you reach underneath her, trying to get in a good position before finally seizing her teats

                                            >"Ah!"

                                            >She jolts at the contact but regains her posture

                                            "Too sudden?"

                                            >"No, no, just—" She glances back at you. "Keep going, I'm think I'm going to burst if I have to wait any longer!"

                                            >You turn back to your task and gradually start squeezing

                                            >After a couple cycles of tightening and releasing, nothing has happened

                                            >You pausing and look to Milky, who turns to you

                                            >"Y-you have to pull downward, t-too."

                                            "Got it."

                                            >Taking a deep breath, you get back to it

                                            >You can still hardly get over how large her tits are

                                            >Almost too large for you to get a good grip on them


                                            >But Milky is relying on you, so you grab up as much of the massive mammaries as you can and start squeezing and pulling

                                            >Her body responds instantly, spurting thick, powerful streams of milk into the bucket

                                            >"Oooohhh, Celestia, yes."

                                            >Shocked by her sudden expression of relief, you pause and look at her face

                                            >She doesn't turn around, but you can see the blush still red as a rose on her cheeks

                                            >"Sorry, sorry. It's just... don't stop."

                                            >You oblige, though she keeps silent this time, only letting out a long sigh

                                            >You focus on the job, on her teats, drawing them up and down one at a time

                                            >Something you just noticed upon actually feeling them: her coat covers little more than the base

                                            >Mostly of the teat is skin, feeling exactly like a woman's breast

                                            >Smooth, almost delicate, and just a touch weighty with milk

                                            >As you continue to milk her, you wonder if this is at all demeaning

                                            >You're treating her like nothing more than a cow

                                            >Pumping each tit, over and over, drawing seemingly endless streams of milk from Milky

                                            >The longer you worked, the more her body shook

                                            >Her legs looked like they were about to collapse


                                            >A couple minutes passed, and the milk volume was starting to stagnate

                                            >You gave Milky's teats an extra good squeeze, but that proved too much for her

                                            >Her hind legs gave out and she fell with a shriek, knocking the bucket over on the way down

                                            >Milk splashed all over her coat and teats, though you somehow came out mostly dry

                                            >She rolled over onto her back, moaning

                                            >"Oh, no. I'm so sorry, I just couldn't handle it. Those hands of yours are just so... sooo..."

                                            >The words caught in her throat and she looked down at the mess

                                            >"Drat, I'm soaking now. Could you get a towel from the kitchen?"

                                            >You start to get up, but then smile and turn back to Milky, positioning yourself over her marvelous tits

                                            >"Uhh, Anon, what are yo—oh, my!"

                                            >Keeping your eyes locked on hers, you slowly descend onto a teat with your mouth and begin sucking

                                            >"A-anon, rr-really, that isn't n-necesssaaarrrooohh!"

                                            >A shiver runs through her body and you massage the nipple with your tongue, assaulting with a constant swell of suction at the same time

                                            >Your tongue swirls in circles, turning the already-sensitive nipple to a raw center of pleasure

                                            >It stiffens in response to your workings, though that's not all it does

                                            >"Sweet Celestia!"


                                            >Milky spurts a gush of milk into your waiting mouth, which you greedily swallow then immediately return to your work

                                            >Before long, Milky moans again, releasing another salvo of milk into your waiting mouth

                                            >You down it without missing a beat

                                            >The milk from her other teat spurts wildly, dampening her coat and your shirt further, though you're both past caring

                                            >Relentlessly, you continue your assault, eventually drawing the last of Milky's milk from her tits

                                            >You back off, breathing heavily, and find Milky doing the same

                                            >As soon as she realizes you're done, though, she lifts up her head and looks at you funny

                                            >"Y-you're done?" she stutters

                                            >Holy crap, she wants more?

                                            >You're happy to keep going and smile widely to show it

                                            "I didn't know how far you wanted me to go."

                                            >The blush returns and she blurts out at you,

                                            >"We're a LITTLE past the point of modesty, don't you think? And if your hands are as good to the rest of me as they were to the twins..."

                                            >She looks away, too embarrassed to finish the sentence

                                            >Well, okay, you can totally do this


                                            >You quickly remove your damp pants

                                            >Milky watches with curiosity, her breath quickening in anticipation

                                            >When you remove your underwear, her mouth shapes into a small "O"

                                            "What were you expecting?"

                                            >Her eyes dart back and forth, flustered to be caught staring

                                            >"It really is a lot like a stallion's. Not too terribly different."

                                            "So you're familiar with stallions like that?" you tease

                                            >A cute little frown appears on her face

                                            >"Hmph," she pouts

                                            >Okay, looks like she doesn't really appreciate the teasing

                                            >Even after all you'd done, she'd held onto whatever modesty she could

                                            >While she's looking away, you position your member between her breasts and thrust

                                            >"Eeep!" she yelps, immediately turning her attention back to you

                                            >"Y-you really like them, don't you?"

                                            "Yeah, they're very attractive, to be honest."

                                            >"Well, if you like them that much..."


                                            >She reaches downward and grabs each tit in a hoof, then begins rubbing them all over your shaft

                                            >The pleasure hits you like a truck

                                            >Her silky skin runs effortlessly across the top and sides of your shaft, while her soft coat massages the bottom

                                            >Before long, she's able to build a steady rhythm, shifting between alternating the movements of her teats or rolling them over your member together

                                            >"Milking somepony else is kinda fun!"

                                            >All you can offer is a grunt as she continues to run them up and down your shaft, shattering your mind with pleasure

                                            >You're so hard it hurts

                                            >Now squinting, you do your best to hold out under her workings

                                            >Your hips subconsciously start thrusting between her glorious mounds, catching her off-guard, though she hardly more than flinches in response

                                            >"You must really like them to do that."

                                            >You nod the affirmative, caring about nothing other than the shifting tits on your member

                                            >Tensing up, you feel an orgasm starting to build


                                            >The closer you get, the more massive her teats seem to become

                                            >By the time you're on the edge, they feel like they're practically crushing you, landing you in a valley of rapture

                                            >Milky's eyes are narrowed with determination

                                            >She knows you're close, speeding up her motions

                                            >The pressure in your manhood has built beyond your control

                                            >With a grunt, you release yourself, the orgasm ripping through your body like lightning

                                            >You discharge all over Milky's stomach, some of it even reaching her neck

                                            >The exhaustion crashes over you, forcing you to lean over on your hands, putting your face dangerously close to Milky's

                                            >After catching your breath, you meet Milky's gaze

                                            >You both quickly realize you'd been staring into each other's eyes

                                            >She turns to the side and you jerk back up, your member settling back into its place between her tits

                                            >Eager to move forward before the moment got any uncomfortable, Milky speaks up

                                            >"D-do you want me to keep milking you? It kind of is my job, anyways."

                                            >She hardly hesitates before drawing her teats across your shaft with equal—no, increased intensity since your first orgasm

                                            >In what seems like seconds, you're hard as a rock again


                                            >There's got to be some kind of magic in those mammaries

                                            "Wait," you manage to say between breaths

                                            >She immediately freezes up, worry plain on her face

                                            >"Did I mess up?"

                                            >You vehemently shake your head

                                            "Not at all. It just wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to leave the mare unattended."

                                            >With that, you remove your member from the heaven of her tits and position it near her sex

                                            >Seeing your intention, her blush intensifies, covering her entire face

                                            "Is this... okay with you?"

                                            >Still staring at your waiting member, she nods rapidly a few times

                                            >"Just don't go too fast."

                                            >You acknowledge her request with a nod, then grasp her firm flanks for leverage

                                            >She squeaks in surprise, biting her lip even harder

                                            >Holding her steady, you enter her gently

                                            >A gasp escapes her lips, but she doesn't object

                                            >You gradually push deeper, her sex grasping you, tightening with every inch you go


                                            >Her walls practically pulse around your member, blanking your mind with pleasure

                                            >After a short pause, you withdraw, then plunge back in, at bit more fervently this time

                                            >With each thrust, you shove deeper and deeper inside of her, sending new waves of pleasure through your body and bringing higher-pitched moans from Milky

                                            >Her hind legs instinctively wrap around your waist, allowing her hips to work in sync with yours

                                            >Finally, you're able to submerge your entire shaft in her, sending you both to peak sensitivity

                                            >As her walls clamp down on you, you realize she's getting close

                                            >You're about ready to cum again as well

                                            >Unable to hold your position any more, you support your upper body by moving your hands from her flanks to the floor on either side of neck

                                            >Again, you two are face to face, but neither one of you look away this time

                                            >Your face is blank, drained by the effort you're exerting slamming into her

                                            >Her cheeks are still red, though you're not sure that's just modesty any more

                                            >You shift your head to keep the sweat from dropping onto her

                                            >When you try to turn away, however, she grabs your face and holds it in place so she can stare at it

                                            >You attempt a smile, but it comes out rather crooked and lazy


                                            >A few more thrusts and you're at your limit

                                            >With a cry and one last plunge into her heat, you yell and release into her

                                            >This sends her over the edge as well, and she gives into the pleasure with a long, drawn-out moan, her body shuddering as her juices flow freely from her marehood

                                            >Spent, you collapse over to the side, pulling out as you fall

                                            >The two of you lie next to each other, panting, wet with sweat and milk

                                            >Before the afterglow fades, however, she grabs your shoulders and pulls herself closer, letting her now-drained teats rest on your hips

                                            >A moment of silence passes between you, broken when Milky finally speaks up

                                            >"It was... a pleasure to milk you, Anon."

                                            "Same to you, Milky."

                                            >The smile she's wearing is soft, yet suggestive

                                            >"Come back if you ever want to be milked again."