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Cowpony

By awf
Created: 2020-12-04 21:05:02
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  1. > She had just put her foal to bed when there was an inequine hammering on her front door. Patches began to heave an exasperated sigh, but bit it back just in time.
  2. > By a miracle of miracles the young one hadn't woken up and she wanted to keep it that way. It was ten in the morning and she hadn't gotten more than two hours' sleep the whole night.
  3. > Being a mother was fantastic, but if anypony had told her just how tiring it would be she might have said no.
  4. "Who in blazes is it this time?!"
  5. > She shut the bedroom door, but then froze and opened it a crack. She needed to hear if her filly woke up.
  6. > Perhaps her stomping through the foyer was a bit on the forceful side, but with the week she'd had since they released her from the hospital, Patches felt a little bit entitled to losing her temper.
  7. > She yanked the door open and threw a glare at whomever had the audacity to come bother her. Her glare met a pair of clothed hips. She had to crane her neck up to see the face.
  8. "Anon. Come back tomorrow."
  9. > Patches would have closed the door in his face, but the pesky alien had stuck his foot in the crack and was giving her one of his most disarming smiles.
  10. > Curse him and his kind for being so adorable, all furless and tall and with those tiny eyes! Patches groaned and simply let the door go as she trod back into her home.
  11. > Of course the human couldn't take the hint and followed her. It was official. He was in her home, which made him her problem and called for a certain protocol.
  12. "Tea?" she all but barked.
  13. > "Yes, please!"
  14. > Patches noted that the man was carrying an empty glass bottle, which got a curious look. Whatever he wanted, it was probably strange. Come to think of it, most of his requests since he found himself among the ponies have been strange.
  15. > First he asked Rarity to make him a ton of clothes. Like way more clothes than anypony could go through in a year of fancy events.
  16. > Then he got that griffin messenger, Gobby, whatever her name was, to bring him dead flesh on a regular basis.
  17. > Meat, he called it!
  18. > Sometimes Patches wondered what he was doing with it, but her mind reeled at the images she conjured up and she didn't dare ask.
  19. > The most recent one was that bungee jumping craze. Luckily the Cutie Mark Crusaders had some experience and managed to keep him from killing himself.
  20. > It looked like it was her turn to be the target of one of his inane, crazy desires.
  21. > She came back to the living room while the water boiled and found Anon already sitting in her favorite chair. She took the couch at the coffee table and looked at him in question.
  22. "Well?"
  23. > "Uh," he began, then blushed and looked down at the bottle he was clutching in his hands.
  24. > Patches followed his gaze, trying to imagine how those things worked. Or, more importantly, what a massage from them would feel like. They were unlike any appendage she'd seen so far.
  25. > "It's a bit embarrassing, actually. Um, it's about my diet."
  26. > Patches watched him in blank incomprehension while he squirmed. "I need some milk."
  27. "So? Go to the market."
  28. > "Heh," he forced a chuckle and lifted up the bottle to his chest, as if using it as a shield. "It's not quite that simple."
  29. "Isn't it? Well, I have half a bottle in my fridge, you can have-"
  30. > "It has to be mare milk," he burst out, then flushed deep red and refused to meet her gaze.
  31. > Her mind had come to a screeching halt and for the first few seconds all Patches could do was stare.
  32. "What?!"
  33. > He began to babble in earnest, trying to explain before she tossed him out on his rump, which he richly deserved.
  34. > "Y'see, it's something about protein, I don't understand it myself, but, uh, humans- you see, we kinda need mare milk. Specifically."
  35. > Her eyes narrowed and Patches scrunched up her muzzle. She glanced briefly at the bottle and suddenly understood why he'd brought it.
  36. "And this hasn't been a problem until now?"
  37. > "Ah. Ha ha, yes," Anon squeaked, his fingers going white around the bottle. "We- uh, we only need it, like, occasionally. Once- once a ye- every couple of months is enough."
  38. > It sounded like a load of manure and his shifty expression and halting words weren't doing him any favors.
  39. "Look, Anon, I haven't slept properly in a week, my husband runs away to the pub every chance he gets and I'm having these hormonal ups and downs basically every five minutes. I can't deal with this right now."
  40. > He gave her that kicked-puppy look he was so good at. Patches cursed whichever pony told him how well it worked. She heaved a forlorn sigh.
  41. "What is this really about, Anon?"
  42. > She hadn't thought it was possible, but the man turned even more red and his deathly grin threatened to split his face in half. Rictus, that was a better word for it.
  43. > "Um... well, you're..."
  44. > He swallowed and held up his hands. "Look, I don't wanna come on, alright? I wouldn't do that, but- um..."
  45. "Well?!"
  46. > The mare was tired of waiting for him to fumble his way through the sentence and her sharp demand made Anon flinch. His next few words came out in a mumble.
  47. > "Ithinkyou'rereallyhot."
  48. > It took Patches a few seconds to decipher that and then she blinked. Her eyes strayed down to her forelegs, almost without her conscious control.
  49. > Her... unique coloring had caused her no end of heartache at the hooves of merciless bullies.
  50. > Cowpoke, they'd called her. Moo-cow, was another, if less imaginative one. Some of her older classmates insinuated things between her mother and some of the nearby bovine population.
  51. > It got Patches in no end of trouble because of her temper. She simply couldn't take anypony saying she was half-cow.
  52. > So her coat was white with brown patches. It wasn't unheard of, even if it was rare among ponies. So her ears were a bit rounder than a normal pony's, so what?! It didn't give them any right.
  53. > She suddenly realized that Anon had his hand on her hoof and was giving it a gentle squeeze.
  54. > "Hey, I think you're adorable. It really looks nice on you."
  55. > It wasn't a compliment Patches heard often, at least not from anyone who wasn't her husband. She glanced at her coat once more, tracing the familiar, irregular brown spot which covered most of her left foreleg. She knew there was another patch right across her muzzle and half her face.
  56. > She'd stared at that one often enough in the mirror, wishing it would go away. It had taken her friends and family ages to get her to accept it as a part of her.
  57. "Y-You really think so?"
  58. > Anon nodded enthusiastically. She'd ask him more about it, but the kettle began to whistle and she hurried in the kitchen to get the tea ready.
  59. > The small ritual took a few minutes, but pretty soon Patches had the tray on the coffee table. They were waiting for the leaves to steep when she remembered Anon's real purpose.
  60. "So you want some of- some..." she swallowed, eyes going wide in shock. "Some of my milk?!"
  61. > "Look, I know it's weird, but... um-"
  62. > He couldn't finish the sentence, of course. What could he even say at that.
  63. > Patches ought to have tossed him out on his rump for even suggesting it, but something about the idea fascinated her. She was disgusted by herself, true, but still fascinated.
  64. > Her eyes slipped down to Anon's fingers. He'd put the bottle down beside his seat and had his hands... kind of 'embraced'. The fingers were intertwined with one another.
  65. > Patches had seen some of the things the tall alien could do with his hands and sometimes wondered what it would feel like to get a massage from him.
  66. > Of course she loved her husband and was faithful to him, which was why she had never acted on those thoughts, but the curiosity was there.
  67. > She couldn't really go ahead with this, could she?
  68. > Patches swallowed a lump she hadn't felt building up in her throat. Luckily she could make her hooves busy with the tea so Anon didn't see how they shook.
  69. > Pretty soon they both had the cups, hers liberally full of sugar and Anon's plain and bitter. Oh yeah, that was another thing she'd overheard when Pinkie Pie and Rarity were talking.
  70. > The man drank his tea entirely without sugar! Her tongue curled up just thinking about it!
  71. > "Um, so," the man began after he'd taken a polite sip. "I know it's an unusual request, but I'd really appreciate it. I'll, uh, understand if you say no."
  72. > She opened her mouth to say no, but her eyes strayed to his hands again and Peaches paused.
  73. "H-How would you-" she began, but the next few words made her blush and hide her face in her cup.
  74. > Taking a deep breath, she tried again.
  75. "How would we- um- you know?"
  76. > The question made Anon blush heavily as well. Maybe it helped that he wasn't glib about his request. He knew how weird his plea was.
  77. > "Well, I thought I could..."
  78. > He lifted up a hand, fingers curled into a kind of funnel, and squeezed. Patches leaned her head to one side as she tried to understand the gesture, but then she did and the realization made her squeak.
  79. > Her forehooves crept in front of her belly, as if she needed protection.
  80. > She couldn't let him do that.
  81. > Could she?
  82. > Maybe she'd feel what those fingers were like. Just- get it over with and then she wouldn't have to wonder anymore?
  83. > Her husband was working and she didn't expect any visitors. It would be over really quickly.
  84. > Somehow, on some level, Patches knew she'd already lost the battle against herself. There was something undeniably sexy about the thought of being... groped by the alien.
  85. > Milked. At least she could tell herself what it really was.
  86. > This way she could even prove to herself that she was comfortable with looking slightly like a cow.
  87. > She swallowed again and reached for the tea cup to give herself some time. Anon was looking at her expectantly, not saying anything, but he was flexing his fingers.
  88. > The sight of how dexterous he was with those hands of his was making Patches alternatively sweat and shiver.
  89. > She didn't look at his face and concentrated on the floor between them. Her ears lay back against her head, completely hidden by her mane.
  90. "Nopony finds out..." she growled.
  91. > Anon brightened up and held out a hand to her, stopping just short of touching her. "Oh, absolutely! I swear, Patches. It's just between you and me, promise!"
  92. > It was out of her hooves. She'd agreed and now she had to see it through. At least that was how Patches rationalized it to herself.
  93. > She was just curious. It was just milk. Besides, he said he needed it to survive. What kind of a neighbor would she be if she denied him something that important?
  94. > What kind of pony?
  95. "Uh, s-so where do I- h-how do you want to..."
  96. > She spread her forelegs in question.
  97. > Anon slid from his chair and grabbed his bottle. "Just, um, scooch forward a bit. Yeah, that's good. Just sit and, uh t-try to relax."
  98. > He shuffled closer on his knees. She was sitting a bit taller than him in this position, which helped her anxiety a little.
  99. > Patches only had eyes for his hands and the bottle. She swallowed again and dug her hooves in the couch cushions to keep them steady.
  100. > He was so close that she could smell the faint aroma of his washing detergent in his clothes. She also smelled his shampoo and the scent under it which was just Anon.
  101. > She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, committing it to memory.
  102. > When she looked once more, Anon was looking a question at her. He wanted to make sure she was okay with it.
  103. > Patches nodded and forced a small smile.
  104. > She tensed up as Anon reached for her engorged teats. Having just given birth a couple of weeks ago, she was full of milk. Every couple of hours the pressure became intolerable and she had to feed her filly.
  105. > At least Anon would help her with that particular discomfort.
  106. > His hand touched her flesh and Patches trembled. It was warm, warmer than she had expected.
  107. > The fingers felt in a circle around the nipple and pressed in. His precision was incredible and the gentleness of his touch breathtaking. It caused a twinge of warmth deep in her belly.
  108. > A few moments later Anon leaned the wide-necked bottle against her flesh, causing a slight intake of her breath for the cold. He grinned in apology. "Sorry!"
  109. "It's ok- okay!"
  110. > His hand cupped her teat, covering it completely, encircling it. Patches had to bite her lower lip to stifle a moan.
  111. > Her husband was *so* getting it when he came home!
  112. > The pressure built up slowly and left the mare marvelling at the amount of control Anon had in his hands. He squeezed and pulled, the tightness inside her udder increasing until it burst forth and splashed into the bottle.
  113. "Mmmmmm-gh!"
  114. > Anon glanced up at her to make sure he wasn't hurting her. His lips were slightly parted and already there was a sheen of sweat on his face. Their eyes met and he gave her a smile.
  115. "G-Go on..."
  116. > He obeyed and shifted his hand back up. Another squeeze and another spurt of milk. By now Patches was breathing deeply and her tail was trying to tug upwards.
  117. > It was a good thing she was sitting on it, both to prevent herself from raising it like a common hussy and to hold in the damp she was producing.
  118. > Why was this so sexual?! What was Anon doing to her?!
  119. > It was too late to back out, so Patches grit her teeth and tried to ignore the feelings.
  120. > Now that he knew what to expect Anon picked up his pace. His hand moved up and down with increasing confidence, squeezing more and more milk out of her. Already there was a sizeable amount in the bottle.
  121. > Each touch, each grope, each *squeeze* was making Patches more bothered. She found herself thinking about simply falling backwards and exposing her most private parts to Anon.
  122. > Perhaps he'd take the invitation and put his fingers *in there*. How would that feel?!
  123. "Mmmmphphmh," she moaned, trying vainly to plug her mouth with a hoof.
  124. > She bit down to keep herself quiet, but it wasn't working all that well. Grunts and small moans escaped her.
  125. > The only blessing was that Anon wasn't pushing his luck. He focused on the act of milking her to exclusion of all else. He must have heard the noises she was making, but he didn't act on them or even acknowledge them.
  126. > Soon, too soon, there was no more milk to be gained from her teat. Patches almost relaxed, but then Anon shifted the bottle to her other nipple and she realized they were only halfway done.
  127. "Oh, Celestia..."
  128. > "You okay? We can stop," Anon said, his voice tight with concern.
  129. "N-No! Keep going!"
  130. > She was shifting her hips, grinding her marehood into the cushion, eager for every extra bit of stimulation.
  131. > Now that it had began, she needed it. She wanted to get close, drive herself nearly to the peak. Then she'd throw Anon out and finish the job with a few strokes of her hoof.
  132. > Celestia knew she needed it. The last few weeks of pregnancy and the birth had been hard on her and her stallion had refused to pleasure her, even with his mouth, for fear of hurting the foal.
  133. > Patches needed to feel like a mare again.
  134. > She mentally replaced Anon's hand with her husband's mouth as he milked her teat. She heard the spurts and dribbles of milk in the bottle, which only drove her more wild.
  135. > Her groans were rising in volume and pitch and her clit was winking out, brushing against her tail.
  136. > The cushion was probably already wet, but the mare didn't mind. She could clean it later.
  137. "Ung- mmmmmm!"
  138. > By now Anon had gotten quite adept at massaging her milk out of her teat and his fingers were dancing on her flesh. So soft. So gentle. So warm!
  139. > When it ended Patches jerked her hips a few more times out of sheer momentum. She opened her eyes and ground to a halt. Anon was holding up a bottle and it was nearly half-full.
  140. > She hadn't realized she'd had that much in her!
  141. > "Wow. That's- um, that was..."
  142. "Incredible," she breathed out.
  143. > Anon nodded, a slight smile returning. He straightened up and Patches immediately noticed a bulge in his pants.
  144. > So he had been affected as well! For some reason that made her feel better. What kind of a mare would she be if she couldn't make a colt rise just by moaning?
  145. > She was teetering on the edge and hurriedly motioned her hoof.
  146. "Go. Get out! Don't tell anypony! Just- go!"
  147. > Anon caught the note of urgency in her voice and he nodded. In two steps he was at the door and had his free hand on the handle.
  148. > He clasped the bottle tightly to himself and turned back to give Patches a grateful smile.
  149. > "Thanks! Really! I won't tell anyone, I promise! I owe you one. Like, if you ever need a favor or anything, don't hesitate to-"
  150. "GO!"
  151. > He nodded and slipped out without further delay. As soon as the door slammed shut Patches fell on her back.
  152. > She was still winking. She closed her eyes and brought the memory of Anon's hands on her teats to mind.
  153. > Her hoof strayed down to her dripping slit.
  154. > The request had been weird and very inappropriate, but it had given her this. This moment to be a mare, not just a mother or a wife.
  155. > She hadn't even realized how much she needed it.
  156. > Of course, this was just the appetizer. The main course would come as soon as her stallion came back from work.
  157. > He wouldn't be spending his evening in the pub this time, not if she had any say in it.
  158. > Those thoughts vanished like a puff of smoke as Patches began to rub.

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