That was one hell of a night, wasn’t it?

When you stepped off that train, and into the town of Trottingham, the last thing that you planned on happening, was encountering an Earth Pony with large mammaries over her nether regions that lactate frequently. Wait, that wasn’t on your mind at all. It wasn’t even a sliver of an idea. But that’s what happened.

Milky Way, the pony in question, was in need of some assistance, and being the good Samaritan that you are, helped her to her home. That was when you discovered her…assets. She unexpectedly asked you to milk her; those engorged teats were the source of her pain, and needed to be emptied. Despite everything that was going through your head, you did. Spending a couple hours with her, getting to know her a little bit, you found that she was a nice pony; very cute too. Easy on the eyes, even with her incredibly strange gift. It might have been her looks that made you so susceptible to her charms, so when she made her admittedly abrupt move on you, you did nothing to stop it.

You could barely contain yourself in this night of passion, if you can call it that. It was more like a night of unchained graphic fornication. As much as you enjoyed yourself, the thought did cross your mind at how fast everything went.

It’s not as if you regretted what happened, but the fact of the matter was, you just met her, and now the two of you have become lovers. An odd development, indeed.

You two didn’t go to bed after you were done with the wild act, instead, you both slept on the couch, with you behind her, arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, like a living body pillow. You didn’t bother putting your clothes back on; feeling her yellow coat against your skin was a comfortable sensation. It was because of that sensation that going to sleep was rather easy for you.

The morning came, and you woke up first. You always wake up rather early, thanks to sleeping in a spot for the sun to hit your eyes. It happens wherever you go; you don’t intentionally sleep in such a spot for the sun to easily hit your eyes, but it comes to pass one way or another. Not even the attractively shapely body of the mare you just spent a crazy night with could shield you from the morning rays.

As your eyes adjust, you let out a massive yawn. The sound of you yawning causes Milky to shift in her sleep, and her eyes slowly open. She lets out a yawn too, only more feminine, and adorable.

“Good morning…” she softly says, as she rubs a hoof along your arm, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. I slept pretty good. How about you?”

“It was amazing.” You can gather she wasn’t talking about the sleep. You respond with a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She giggles at your touch.

“When do you need to be milked?” you ask, the subject was going to come at some point.

“Not for another hour.” she looks down, “Um…” she chuckles, “Your hand is…”

You look down to see your right hand clamped onto one of her teats. You didn’t even realize it until she pointed it out to you. It can be easily surmised that you are…appreciative of her talents. You let go of her, and rest that offending hand on her shoulder. The two of you share a smile.

“Sorry.” you say, blushing.

“It’s okay. I kinda liked it, actually.”

“So…” you change the topic, “Is it okay that I stay here?”

“Of course. Hotels are expensive. Save your money for elsewhere.”

“Do you do this for all the weary travelers that come here?” you smirk.

“Only the ones that are willing to milk me, along with…other pleasures.” she emphasizes those last two words with an air of seduction. You smile at her tone.

The phone in your pants, which are currently on the floor, vibrate. It’s loud enough for the both of you to hear it. Carefully, you reach over her, and grab your pants by the belt, bringing it up to you. Taking the cellphone out, you cannot help but sigh when you see the name on the caller ID.

It’s your Mother.

Seriously, you don’t live with your parents anymore, and they still incessantly call you.

“Shit.” you whisper, before looking at Milky, “Don’t say anything.” She nods her head. You told her the abridged version of your parents thoughts on Human and Pony relationships, so she knows not to cause any trouble. You answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Where have you been?” your Mother snips into your ear. A pleasant wake up call, to be sure. “We’ve been calling your phone for hours!”

“Sorry.” you say, “I was a little…distracted.” you smile at Milky. “The train was running late, and booking the hotel was a pain. When it was all said and done, I just collapsed into bed and fell asleep.”

“That doesn’t sound very tiring.” she says. If only she knew the real story.

“Believe me, Mom. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”

“Well…okayyy…” she trails. She doesn’t quite believe you, but she’s going to have to. “How is Trottingham?”

“It’s very nice. Very rural and peaceful. The folk here are very…welcoming.” You softly kiss Milky on the mane, which she smiles at. “I think I might stay here for a couple weeks, to get a better lay of the land.”

“You aren’t thinking of living there, are you?” she sounds almost judgmental.

“I don’t know. It seems like a nice place.”

“I did some reading on that, and I saw that there is a concentration of Human and Pony relationships going on there.”

Oh boy, here she goes. Mom is once again shoving that religious bullshit down your throat. Best be nonchalant about it.

“I didn’t know that. That’s very interesting.”

“No, it’s not!” She snaps, “That kind of coupling is a slight against god! We were not put on this earth to mate with something of a different species!”

“Yeah…” you rub your eyes in frustration. You have heard this song and dance too many times. “I know, Mom. I get it.”

“Obviously you don’t! I can’t believe you’re being so calm about this! You know what happened when…”

“Okay!” you yell. “You don’t need to bring that up. I remember it all too well.”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling. I’m just…” you sigh, “Look, I had a long night, and I really don’t want to talk about this right now, okay? I’m fine. I’m safe, and I have no intention of sleeping with a pony.” You use all of your will to say that with a straight face, as you wink at Milky.

“Alright. We’re just worried, that’s all.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Listen, I got to get going. I arranged to go on a sightseeing tour, and I can’t be late.”

“Sounds like fun. Take pictures.”

“I will, Mom. And say hi to Dad for me.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You hang up, tossing the phone in annoyance at the rumpled pants, and go back to laying with Milky.

“I take it that didn’t go well?” Milky asks.

“My Mother was trying to tell me the evils of having a relationship with a pony.”

“Suppose it’s out of the question to mention this, huh?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I see.” She sounded disappointed. “Hey, how about after my milking, we go out to breakfast? My treat.”

“That sounds great, but you don’t have to pay for everything.”

“Nonsense, you’re my guest.”

“It’s okay, Milky. I’ll pay for the breakfast. As a…thank you…for letting me stay here for the next couple of weeks.” You take a quick whiff of your armpit, realizing that you hadn’t taken a shower since a couple days ago. You’re even extra smelly now, after last night's…activities. “Do you mind if I take a bath?”

“Of course not. The bathroom is down the hall to the left. You can use my soap, if you hadn’t brought any, yourself.”

“Not to worry, I brought my own. They’re in the suitcase.” you smile.

As much as you liked holding onto Milky, you had to let go at some point. You remove your arms from her, and sit up. As you maneuver around her to get off the couch, you hear a loud gasp coming from her.

There’s something you forgot to hide.

“Oh my, your back…” She sees it, multiple scars on your back. It’s a wound you wish you didn’t have, but fate is a pretty evil bastard at times. She leans up, guiding a hoof on each of your scars, in wonderment about their origins. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

You almost don’t want to tell her the story. She won’t believe it if you did. However, she asked, so you might as well tell her. You take a deep breath, before saying…

“My Dad.”

Another gasp is elected from her. Yeah, that was the reaction you were expecting.

“But…how? Why?”

“It was…over ten years ago…” you turn to her, “I was in middle school at the time. It was one of those schools that allowed both human and pony students. My parents didn’t want me at that school, for obvious reasons, but it was the nearest one in our city. It was a pretty fun school.” you smirk, thinking of the various positive memories you had of that place, “I did well in class, and I had quite a few friends, human and pony alike.”

“Sounds like a good time.” she says, “What happened?”

You grimace, hating this part of the tale.

“There was a girl…actually…there was a mare. Same age as me, very pretty. We were good friends; we hung out a lot during recess, played games, whatnot. Then one day…we kissed by the bleachers. Someone saw us, and told the teacher, who subsequently told our parents. I imagine she got talked to by her parents about the birds and the bees, and all that junk.”

“Why do you only imagine it?”

“Because, I never saw her again. My parents took me out of the school, and enrolled me in a human only school. Of course…” you glance at your back, “That wasn’t all that happened to me. Being an uber-religious house, they saw my actions as a punishable offense. Dad took a metal ruler, and planned to strike me on the back. What he didn’t realize, was that those edges were sharper than a knife. So each hit cut deep into my back. He didn’t fully realize what he had done, until the required ten lashes were finished. By then, the blood rushed out of my back, and I was screaming my head off. We had to lie at the hospital, and say that I fell on a broken mirror on the way home.”

“That’s horrible.” she sympathizes.

“Nothing was really the same with me. They tried to play it off, like it was some kind of bad dream, but I never forgot.”

“You must hate your parents, huh?”

“Hate is a bit of a strong word. They still took care of me, put a roof over my head; gave me food, clothes, money. Supported me when I got a job, moved out, and lived in my very own apartment. But, every time they bring up their religious beliefs, it always reminds me what they did to me. No, I don’t hate them…but I don’t love them, either.” You look back into Milky’s concerned eyes. You conclude the story with a light chuckle, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound like a deadbeat downer, over here.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“You regret asking me?”

“No. Now, I know a little more about you.” she grins, “Go take your bath.”

You nod your head, and go into the hallway. It’s nice to see more of the house, as you are only familiar with the kitchen and living room. Pictures adorn the walls of the way to the bathroom. They are old pictures; dating back to when Milky was only a filly. You looked closely at a few of them, noticing them showing her in happier times with her parents. The pictures stopped when she was a teen, when she started…developing. No images of her in the present with her parents. You feel compelled to ask, but the fear sets in that you might unlock some kind of bad memory. Then again, maybe there are more pictures elsewhere in the house, you don’t know.

The bathroom is pretty standard. A sink, a mirror, a toilet, and a bathtub with a shower-head on the top. It’s nothing spectacular, but bathrooms aren’t meant to be spectacular, they’re meant for getting clean, and dumping your excrement. A shower sounds nice, but you always wanted to try a bath for the longest time. Your bathtub in your apartment was too small for baths, but Milky’s was perfect; you can fit two people in that thing! It’s probably so sizable, because it was specially made for ponies.

You turn on the bathwater, which becomes hot immediately, followed by the soap. It’s all nice an bubbly now, and you step in. You’ve been naked this entire time, so there weren't any pesky clothes getting in the way between the water and you.

The feeling of hot water on your skin is fantastic. You sigh out of relaxation, feeling your eyes become heavy. Nothing wrong with closing them for a quick second…

Knock knock.

You are startled for a spell, looking at the door.

“Come in.” you say, as you collect yourself.

Milky enters the bathroom, holding a towel in her mouth. She looks at you with a giggle, before placing the towel on the toilet.

“Thought you might need a towel, since there’s only one in here, and that’s mine.”

"Oh. Thanks, Milky. I was beginning to doze off there; afraid that I missed your milking.”

“That’s not for another forty-five minutes. Besides, if I needed that, I would have burst in and yelled at you.”

“Really?”

“Nah.” she chuckles, “Well, I won’t bother you any further.” she heads back to the door.

“Milky…?” you call out. She turns. Something is on your mind; something that has been on your mind since you woke up this morning. “If I ask you a personal question, will you get offended?”

“It depends on the question.” she replies.

“Do you...do you like me?”

“Of course I like you.” she seemed surprised by the question, “What an interesting question. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.” you nod with a smirk, “However, that was the warm up question.” She looks at you, preparing herself for the next one. “What is this, exactly?”

“What is what?” she raises an eyebrow.

“What is…” you point to yourself, then to her, “...this?” She still pauses; you aren’t sure if she gets it or not. “Is this a…thing?”

“Is that what they call it nowadays? A thing?” She gets it.

“I wasn’t sure how to word it.”

“Just ask it like it is…’are we a couple?’”

“Okay…are we a couple?”

“I…” she thinks for a moment, “I don’t know, yet. We just met each other, so calling ourselves a couple would be jumping the gun a little bit, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Plus, you’re only going to be here for a couple weeks, so we can’t be a thing, unless we’re officially living together... or dating.”

“You have a point.” your say, eyes lingering down the floor.

“However, I have a question for you, Mister.” You look back up to her. “Do you want to be?”

Now you’re the one that is pausing. You aren’t sure yourself. On the one hand, she’s right. The two of you just met each other. One night of passion isn’t just going to immediately make you two a couple, even if you’re going to be living with her for a bit. On the other…

“Maybe.” you reply, she looks at you with great interest.

“I see. So, you’re willing to risk your life for me?”

“Who’s saying that I’m risking my life?”

“Well, if your parents hit you for kissing a pony, how do you think they’re going to react when they find out you’ve been sleeping with one?”

“They don’t have to know.”

“So we’ll be keeping a secret?”

“For me…yes. Not for you though; you can parade me around town as much as you like. I don’t know anyone, or anypony here. Besides, I’m in my twenties, the worst my parents can do at this point, is look at me with disdain.”

Milky gives a devilish smile; she’s very much liking that idea.

“Hmmm…your proposal is tempting. I always did wonder what having a boyfriend would be like.”

“It probably won’t be much different than having a coltfriend.”

“I already had one of those, wasn’t too great.”

You reach a hand out, and caress Milky’s mane, she coos at the touch.

“So? What do you say?” you ask.

“Ah…” she breathes out, still transfixed by your touch. “I think we can work something out.” She gets closer to you, “I like the way you touch my mane.”

“Do you, now?”

“Yeah…” she glances at the bathtub, “I’m a bit dirty, myself. You think there’s room for one more?”

“I think there is.” you smile.

Milky climbs into the tub. The added body causes the water to rise, spilling over onto the floor. Neither you nor Milky care too much about that. She moves her way to you, straddling you, with her hooves on your chest. Her teats rest on your stomach, bobbing a little in the water. Her intentions are all too noticeable.

“Again?” you ask her, “Aren’t you worried that you might miss your milking?”

“I’ll be quick. Best you do the same.”

“That’s not going to be much of a problem.” you chuckle.

She leans down, kissing you on the neck, and then the lips. It doesn’t take long for your erection to come out to play; you had been fighting it since she came into the room. She gasps, feeling your length brush against her leg.

“That was fast.” she says.

“What can I say? I think you’re attractive.”

Milky doesn’t delay things any further. She lifts herself up a bit, and you put your hands on her hips. Slowly, you bring her down, your shaft making a smooth entrance into her. She moans once it’s fully inside. Gradually, she goes up and down, riding you gently, as the water moves around, splashing out of the tub. The water makes for a fairly decent lubricant, and her breasts bounce up and down, hitting your stomach.

There are no words between you two. This isn’t one of those sessions where you talk dirty, or do any foreplay, this is a quickie, and that’s not a bad thing. She smiles, as her grinding becomes faster, the water becomes waves, and the tension inside you is beginning to grow. So much water is on the floor now, you are certain half the bath has been emptied by your vigorous motions.

You grab onto her rump, squeezing the cheeks and thrust up into her, making the lovemaking rougher and harder. She lifts her head to the ceiling, electing pleasured moans from her mouth. Her inner walls tighten around your shaft, making your thrusts difficult to manage, and the pressure builds even further.

Her yells of ecstasy get even louder, as she suddenly freezes in place, and her walls reach their maximum tightness. She doesn't tell you, but the feeling is familiar. She’s cumming, and with a couple extra thrusts, you cum soon after. You watch her do a few bounces, taking in your seed, and once you are finished, she leans back down, and kisses you again.

“You know…” you say, “This might have been counterproductive to the whole ‘getting cleaned’ thing.” The two of you share a laugh.

“You’re right, but it was worth it.”

Time passes, and the two of you are cleaned up, with you being fully dressed. You also use the last few minutes to dry up the bathroom. It wasn't easy getting out of the tub. The soapy water didn't do any favors for the floor, causing a couple close calls. The clock hits the hour where she needed to be milked, and you grab the bucket from the kitchen, ready to go. The milking this time is less frenzied than the last one, since she wasn’t collapsed in pain. Actually, it was quite pleasant…as pleasant as milking a milkmare can be. You make occasional glances to her, and see her smiling down on you as you finish up.

“How does it taste?” she asks.

You grab a small cup, and taste a sample. It’s just as good as it was last night.

“It’s great.” you say with a milk mustache. She laughs at the sight, using a hoof to wipe the mustache away. She licks the milk from her hoof, doing her own taste test.

“You're right, that is good. Put a lid on it, and place it in the fridge. I’ll bring it to my dairy later, after breakfast.”

“Done and done." You go into the kitchen, where the lids are under the silverware. You put the lid on, and put it in the refrigerator, where other buckets of milks are waiting. "So, Milky. Where would you like to go to eat?”

“Only my favorite place in all of Equestria.”

You sit at a table in the restaurant known as ITROT, which you are told has the best pancakes Equestria has to offer. You’ve heard of this place, but you’ve never eaten there, much less be sitting inside one. It’s a nice place, lots of ponies and humans alike, chowing down on pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Milky comes cantering out of the bathroom, and sits down across from you. She looks down at her menu.

“What looks good to you?”

“I don’t know. What do you usually have?”

“I usually have three buttermilk pancakes, with a side of oatmeal and scrambled eggs.”

“Sounds pretty good.” you look down at the menu, “I see they serve bacon and sausage here.”

“Yeah, that’s mainly for you humans. We ponies don’t normally enjoy the taste of meat, but hey, as long as you’re not eating us, that’s fine by me.”

“Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of eating you.”

“Oh. You don’t want to eat me, huh?” she says with a sly tone, obviously pulling a double entendre. You catch on quickly, and give her a smirk.

“Isn’t this a family place?”

“Nopony heard me.” she assures you, “It’s all a good bit of fun.”

The human Waitress comes by. Liking to know who is serving you, you take a quick look at her name tag. Her name tag says Jill.

“Good morning, Milky Way." Jill greets, happy to see Milky, "How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great Jill, thanks. How are the kids?”

“Oh, little devils are causing trouble at school again.”

“Boys will be boys, I guess.”

Jill looks over at you, and seems surprised and intrigued by your presence.

“And who is this fellow, Milky?”

You formally introduce yourself, and so does she. You politely shake her hand. She looks back at Milky.

“Milky Way, you find yourself a boyfriend?”

Milky blushes, looking straight at you with a smile.

“Maybe. He just came into town yesterday, and I’m letting him stay at the house.”

“I see…” she looks to you, “And just how did you come to meet little miss Milky Way, here?”

“I, uh…was walking into town, when I saw that she was in pain.”

“I missed the deadline for my milking.”

“Milky!” she sounds disappointed in her, “Now, you know better than to go outside without doing your scheduled milking first!”

“I thought I had time. Luckily, this human here took me back to my place, and helped me out. One thing led to another and…”

“Milky!” you interrupt her, before she went too far in her description of the events.

“What? You said I can parade you around, if I wanted to.”

She’s right, but you still blush in embarrassment. Jill notices the red on your face and smiles.

“Aww…well ain’t that sweet? I like him, Milky. Much better than that jerk of a stallion those years back.”

“What?” your interest piqued.

“Jill…not right now, okay?” Milky seemed to actively avoid that topic. You can see the worry in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” she gets her notepad out for the order, “What would you two like?”

“I’m still deciding, so I just want a glass of water.” she says.

“I’ll have an ice tea.” you tell her
.

“Okay, one water and ice tea, coming up.” Jill walks away.

You continue to look at Milky. That topic of this mysterious stallion has gotten your attention. Milky looks up, noticing you looking at her; She glances around the restaurant, before shrugging her shoulders in confusion.

“What?”

“Tell me a little about this 'jerk stallion.'”

“Can we not talk about this?” she sounds annoyed by your request.

“Hey, I told you about my parents. I don't tell anyone about my parents.”

Milky puts down the menu, sighing in reluctance. It takes her a bit to compose herself for the story. The drinks arrived, and still neither of you knew what you two wanted to eat, so Jill left again.

“I had a coltfriend a couple years ago, and he was a jerk to me, okay?”

“That seriously can’t be it. You paused for that two second story?”

“Fine.” She seemed annoyed, “He started off as a nice stallion. Very nice actually, said that he would always be there for me. He moved into my place, and things were pretty steady. Then, he got sick of the routine. Felt that spending time milking me was too much of a hassle; wanted to hang out with his friends more. He started to ignore me, and then he started drinking. Then came the nights when he…” she pauses, “when he hurt me…”

“Milky…” you say softly, putting a hand on her hoof, “He hit you?”

“No, nothing like that. Celestia knows he tried, but I was a good dodger, even though I don’t look it. But, he said things, hurtful things. I’d rather not repeat those. So, I kicked him out of the house, and I never saw him again.” Once the story was out in the open, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Still, he was the only pony who showed any interest in me. Tried to get back into dating again, but there weren’t any takers.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Well, I don’t have to worry about that, for the time being.” she looks down at your caring hand, “You can let me go, now.” she smirks.

“Sorry.” you let go, bringing the hand back to your menu.

“It’s okay. Hadn’t seen you so concerned, though. It’s cute.”

“I don’t like imagining ponies getting hurt.”

“Aren’t you a big softie?”

“Don’t tease.” you chortle, “A cutie like you, getting beat up? That would make my blood boil!”

“Good to know, next time some stallion or human tries to harass me at the shop.”

“Does it happen often?”

“Not as often as you’d think, but there are some that like to ogle my behind, or offer me bits so they can ‘drink from the tap’, if you know what I mean.” Very crude, but you both still chuckle at that thought. “You being there certainly would help. Anybody or anypony get out of line, and you can kick their flanks out.”

“Consider it done.”

The two of you look upon one another with a bit of admiration. Your heart flutters at her smiling face. You two then clear your throats, before going back to the menu.

“You decided on what you want, yet?” she asks.

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”