A week has gone by, since you became a temporary resident of Trottingham, living with the mare known as Milky Way. Being that you only packed for a weekend trip, you had to go out to the market to buy some extra shirts, socks, and underwear for the rest of your stay. You’re still enjoying the sights and sounds of the town, going to new places, and trying new foods, as you spend quality time with the Milkmare.

As for Milky herself, she has been as good a friend as ever, as good as a friend with benefits can be. You still aren’t sure if you want to tell her how you really feel about her; you hoped that extra time with her would decrease your ultimate feelings for her, but it has only made them stronger. Deep down, you feel that you were meant to meet her, that she would be the one to give you the courage to tell your parents to shove their beliefs up their snide asses, and spend your days with her. However, she seems content with just being your buddy, never really giving you any sort of romantic gestures, such as gifts, hugs, and the classic bedroom eyes. You catch her giving you an oddly sentimental look every now and again, but she breaks eye contact with you quickly, and looks at something else.

Maybe there’s still some shred of hope.

Sex with her has been mostly on the casual side, just wanting it when you two are in the mood, and going through with it. You try to give her subtle hints, like being gentle with her, or playing with her erogenous zones. Nibbling her ears and rubbing her stomach have proved to be the most fruitful in getting a pleasured reaction out of her, aside from the whole intercourse part of it. However, most of the time, she had dispensed with the foreplay, and gone to the main event almost immediately. It’s a shame too; you still wonder what it would be like making love with her, rather than just full on fucking.

Those pictures you sent to your parents proved to be successful…to a point. In your distraction in Milky preparing to show you the glory that was the moon rising, you did accidentally send a pic featuring Milky photobombing your attempt at taking a photo of a really nice chandelier. Luckily for you, her…assets weren’t in the picture, giving you a small moment of relief, but your Father still called you, asking who she was, in that not-so-loveable condescending tone of his. You told him that Milky was a friend you made in town, nothing more; something that still didn’t calm your Father down, but he at least wasn’t yelling at you with his bible thumping antics, telling you the evils of a physical relationship. While he’s right in suspecting you, it feels like you can’t have any sort of Pony friends.

Really though, can’t you ever just have a NICE conversation with your parents once in awhile? That would be pretty sweet.

It’s Sunday morning, and you are up early. Just to do something nice for Milky, you decide to make breakfast for her. She loved those pancakes over at ITROT, so you might as well give a shot at making them…and costing less money too. You prepare with the necessary ingredients, thanks to the internet on your phone, when you realize that you don’t have enough eggs, fruit, or flour. But you do have enough milk and butter, that should be a given.

Milky comes out of the hallway, but something appears off about her. She’s breathing a little heavier, and sounds more strained. This catches your attention immediately.

“Milky? Are you alright?” you ask.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” she trembles.

You don’t believe her. You’ve never seen her like this in the mornings. She stumbles around every now and again, but that’s likely out of grogginess more than anything. Plus, the way she is looking at you right now, seems to suggest that she wants to do something with you…or to you.

“Are you sure?” you keep questioning her, “You look rather…frazzled today.”

“I-It’s okay. I’ll be alright.”

“Okay…” you raise an eyebrow, “I’m going to go down to the store for a quick second.”

“H-How come?”

“I want to make you breakfast, but I need to get some ingredients.”

“O-Oh…” she blushes rather heavily, “Y-You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to. I feel like doing something nice for you.” you grab your coat. “I’ll see you in five minutes, tops. I’ll be back in time for the milking, don’t worry.”

You approach her, wondering just what to do when saying goodbye to her. Do you kiss her? She ain’t your wife. Do you hug her? No, too awkward. You settle on it; you pop a kiss on her forehead, which emits a soft moan from her, which makes you pause for a second, before walking out the door.

One of the many great things about Trottingham is that the market always has what you want. The stores back where you live were more of a 50/50 shot, but here, no matter how busy it got, the items you need go back in stock the instant they disappear. You grab the necessary items, pay for them, and it’s back to Milky’s you go. Checking your watch, you were only out for a little over five minutes. Milky’s milking isn’t for another fifteen minutes, so you have plenty of time to spare, when you get home.

You walk through the door, bags in hand, ready to go to the kitchen.

“Milky? I’m home.”

No answer. Instead, you hear her moan coming from the kitchen. Worried something is wrong, you put down your bags, and run to the kitchen. You find her hunched on the floor, shaking like she is freezing cold. You kneel down to her, putting a caring hand on her shoulder. She flinches at your touch.

“Milky? What’s wrong?”

She looks up at you; her eyes sparkle in the light on the ceiling fan. She opens her mouth, like she wants to say something, but all that comes out is incomprehensible gasps for air.

“Did I miss your milking? I’m sorry; I thought I wasn’t out there for that long.”

She shakes her head. You are getting increasingly lost here. Just what is the matter with her?

“I…I need….” she pants.

“What? What do you need?”

“I…I….”

“Milky. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Saying that suddenly flips a switch in her head, as she grabs onto you, and drives her tongue into your mouth, making out with you like nopony’s business. You are shocked, wide eyed, and digging the hell out of it. You move you hand from her shoulder down her still wondrously delectable body, onto her waist. You pull her in, pressing her and her mammaries against you.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask. Though you love it, the thought does cross your mind.

“Put me on the table.” she demands of you. You lift her up, and place her on the table. “On my back.” she demands again. You do so. She spreads her legs in front of you, showing in all her glory, her dripping wet and slightly swollen marehood. Your mouth nearly falls from your jaw as you look at it; she is primed and ready to go.

“Milky…are you…”

“Do it!” she says, again belting out an aggressive tone.

“I don’t know about this. You’re so close to your milking…”

“I don’t care!” she yells, “I’m about to lose my mind!”

Not one to leave her to insanity, you unbuckle your pants, and drop them and your trousers to the floor. Truly, you were ready to go the moment she had her tongue invading your mouth. You guide your shaft to her hungry slit, pressing the tip against her entrance. Already, she is running wild by the mere touch on your length, biting down on her hoof in ecstasy. At this moment, you can take a guess as to what is happening to her.

“DO IT!” she yells again.

Looks like your plans at gently making love to her are going to have to wait.

You thrust hard into her marehood, and she screams with joy and pleasure. You, on the other hand are in total shock. Milky has always been a tight fit, but now, in her current condition, she is tighter than ever, clamping down on you like a vice. A small burst of milk shoots from her left breast, splattering on your shirt, and catching you off guard.

“Your milk…” you begin to say.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” she shouts.

You try your normal thrusts, like you always do, but it is difficult. You are getting by, but if she doesn’t loosen up, you’re going to finish long before she does. As for her, she’s in heaven; her breasts heaving back and forth as you plow into her, her moaning uncontrollable and loud. Watching her move and moan is driving you crazy, making the pressure within you start to rear its ugly head. You have to get your mind off her sexy gyrating body, looking up at the ceiling as you pound away.

It works, but only for a little bit. Her pleasured screams flow into your ears, and you find yourself being drawn back to her body, and bouncing teats. You are trying your best not to finish.

“Milky…” you gasp, “I…I’m getting close.”

“No!” she leans up, putting a hoof around your neck. She bounces up and down on your shaft, looking deep into your eyes. “Not yet…I’m almost there….” she whispers.

“You’re…too…tight…” you grit your teeth. Her glistening, sensual eyes are making you even harder than you already are.

“Fight it.” she says, “Fight through it! Don’t you dare finish before me!” You aren’t sure what to think of this more aggressive Milky Way, but none of the thoughts entering your head are anything close to bad.

She leans her head back, as she moans towards the ceiling, continuing to ride you. The table shakes hard, the bowl you placed there in the morning falls to the floor, shattering. The bottle of milk, and small tub of butter follow suit, with the bottle also breaking upon impact to the floor.

Your valiant attempts to not cum are becoming more and more futile. Then, you hear it; the magic words.

“I’m gonna cum!” she shouts.

She lets go of you, putting her back on the table, as you thrust harder and faster into her, the inner walls becoming slicker, yet tighter. You are deep into her, putting your entire length inside of her. You are just seconds away from bursting inside of her, you can hardly take it much longer.

“Milky…” you grab her legs, using them to thrust yourself even further into her. "I..."

Before you can say anything else, she slams her head down on the table shouting your name to the heavens, in a wave of sexual energy. She freezes in place, and her moist inner walls practically crush your shaft.

In that instant, you let out one final moan, shooting your multiple strands of seed inside of her, as her fluids cover every inch of your length with satisfaction, pouring out of her, and dripping onto the floor.

That’s not all that happened, though.

As the two of you cum, a massive jet of milk shoots out of her teats, making you, the floor, and a couple of the walls soaked in her dairy goodness. You don’t move, you barely even breathe, still filling her up with your hot seed, allowing her milk to bathe your shirt, your hair, and your pants to the point of absolute milky wetness.

Within what felt like minutes, the both of you are able to breathe again, panting hard with such satisfaction. If either of you took up smoking, this would be the part where you take out two cigarettes, light them both up, and hand one to her. Though abruptly starting, and ending with your clothes soaked in milk, this really was the best you’ve had; second to the first time you became…intimate with her.

Milky breathes heavily, putting a foreleg over her eyes, basking in the glory and exhaustion that was the sex you two just had. You pull out of her, letting your seed and her fluids leak out, and drip onto the pool of milk beneath you. You lick your lips, lapping up any milk that you can taste. Sure enough, it’s still good.

“Thank you…” she says, “Thank you…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?” you ask. You figured it out the moment you saw her marehood. You’ve taken a sex education class back in school. You even had to watch a video on the so called miracle of child/foalbirth. You and everyone else in the class were horrified.

Back to the topic at hand, though…

“I…” she thinks, “I didn’t know what to say.”

“All you had to say was ‘Hey, I’m in heat, let’s fuck.’” you say with such frankness, she giggles, and soon bursts with laughter. You laugh along with her. “I mean, is that so hard?”

“When you put it like that, yeah! I don’t say stuff like that! It would be weird!”

“Give it a try.”

She sighs, but allows herself to give it a try.

“I’m in heat, let’s…..fuck?”

“It’s not a question. You have to demand it of me.”

“I’m in heat. Let’s fuck!” she says with more conviction.

“There we go.” you hear her chuckle underneath her foreleg. “Now, about this milk situation.”

“Milk situation? What…” She uncovers her eyes, and gasps in shock, horror, and a little amusement, as she sees you, the walls, and the floor covered in her milk. “SWEET CELESTIA!” she yells, “I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” you assure her, “I’m fine.”

“Okay?!” she leans up, “You’re covered in my milk!”

“I could be covered in worse things, right now.”

She looks around the room, before asking “Is any of it salvageable?”

“Well, considering the broken glass, and our…*ahem*…fluids….I’ll have to say no on that one.”

“Oh…” she covers her face with her hooves, “This is so embarrassing. Your clothes, they’re a mess!”

“That’s why I have new ones. And that’s why there are laundromats in town.” you chuckle. “I guess breakfast is ruined. No matter. After we get these clothes cleaned up, I’ll take you to a nice big lunch.”

“Most guys wouldn’t say that after they’ve been covered in milk.”

“Most guys aren’t me.” You see her cheeks flushed with red. She begins to get up, but you pick her up off the table, setting her down on a clean part of the floor. “Careful, there’s glass. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Thank you.” she looks up to you with a smile. That look that you catch her doing every once in a while is right in front of you, staring at you like you’re the best guy ever. “I’ll…get a shower ready.”

“Don’t go in without me.”

“Okay.” she trots away.

Once you take off your pants, and moving them off to the side, you get to cleaning the floor. You brush up the broken bottle and bowl, and throw them in the garbage, as you then clean up the floor with a combination of water, spray, and a hell of a lot of paper towels, you manage to clean it up to the point where the floor now looks presentable.

Now, you can go take that shower. You’re starting to smell.

You walk into the bathroom, as you see Milky step inside, letting the water soak her up. You take off your remaining clothes, and step inside with her.

“I’m so glad this tub supports the both of us.”

“Me too.” she giggles. She reaches a hoof out, taking a loofah located towards the side of the tub. She brings it up to you. “You want to?”

“Of course.” You take the loofah from her, pouring soap on it, before getting down and beginning to scrub her coat. You’ve never done anything like this before; cleaning another in the shower, let alone cleaning a pony. As you scrub, moving your hands to her backside, you watch her mane become wetter by the water, the curls descending into straight lines, and resting on the bottom of the tub. She turns her head to look at you, and a blush graces your face.

“Wow…you look great.” you say to her.

“It’s just water…” she says.

“No…you look really pretty with your hair down. I mean…you’re pretty already, I’m just saying that…”

“I know. No need to get nervous. After all we’ve been through, it would be strange to see you get nervous around me, now.”

The two of you smile. She turns to face you, putting a hoof on the loofah.

“You don’t need this, anymore.” she whispers, “You can use your hands, if you like.”

You take the bottle of soap, putting a nice amount onto your hand. She turns back around, revealing her backside to you. You put your hands on her, and run your fingers through her coat, slathering it in soap. It’s almost like you’re giving her a form of sensual massage. You can hear her softly moan, as you put the soap all over her body, not letting any inch of her go untouched. Her shoulders, her hooves, her rump, and her teats are thoroughly rubbed down and washed.

She turns back to you, allowing you to take care of the last thing; her mane. You wash her mane gently, her eyes remain closed the entire time, as the water and the soap combine, and flow through her mane, making what once was frazzled from the mindless rutting, into a nice soft sheen. You lean in closer to her, as her mouth opens out of comfort. You want to kiss her again, like you did that night on the hill, when you saw the moonrise. Once again, doubt takes hold of you. She’s not used to kisses like that. She likes them wild, but you have a more gentle approach on the mind. You stop yourself just seconds before you take the risk, letting the last suds of soap leave her mane.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” you say.

She opens them slowly, and looks straight at you, grinning.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect.” you whisper.

“Good.” she picks the loofah back up. “Now, it’s my turn.”

You walk into the Laundromat with Milky, holding a basket full of your dirty clothes, which include the pants and shirt that have been milked to high heaven. With that, your clothes really start to stink up the place. As you put the necessary bits in the machine, you get a few looks from other patrons, and the smell your dirty clothes emanate, as the stench of milk and sex waft the air.

A particular pony next to you, gives you a look, and an eyebrow raised, just wondering what happened to your laundry. You were honest with him…sort of.

“Milk related accident.” you say with a smile. Milky gives the pony an awkward grin, as he nods his head, seemingly understanding of the situation, before gathering his clothes, and walking away.

The two of you watch the clothes tumble about in the machine, thinking back on what you just did, making a few glances at each other, responding with a chuckle, and looking away.

“So…” you say.

“So…” she mimics.

“I take it we’re not going to do that again.”

“Which part? The sex? Or the sex with the milk blast ending?”

“I’m going to assume the latter.”

“Yeah, definitely not going to do it again.”

“Well, to be fair, you WERE in heat, so that kind of sort of gives you an excuse.”

“True, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that your clothes STINK.”

“You got me there.” As the washing winds down, a thought crosses you. “How did you get through the days when you were in heat, and no one was around?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“I…uh…” she looks around for eavesdroppers, before leaning in to your ear, “I have a few toys in the closet.”

“No shit?”

“No.” she shakes her head, “They would get me by, but nothing compares to the real thing.”

“Wow. You know, if this doesn’t become a thing, and we decide to remain friends, you can just call me up back home, and I’ll help you out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” she giggles, “Thanks for the offer.”

The machine ceases with the washing, and commences with the drying cycle. You look back at Milky with a devilish grin, and playfully push her with your shoulder.

“You enjoyed it, though. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah…I kind of did.” she laughs, you do the same.

Once you two were done with laundry, you keep your word, and take her out for a nice big lunch. The restaurant is a popular Mexicolt food joint, which you remember back home having a killer nacho plate. Piled on with beans, cheese, tomatoes, guacamole and sour cream, just thinking about it made your mouth water. Milky was excited to try them out, after you hyped them up for her. The look on her face when she took that first bite, you wished you had your camera phone ready for that, it was fantastic. Being such a big meal, the two of you didn’t order anything else, except for drinks.

“Okay…” Milky says, as she takes a bite out of a nacho, “What is it about us?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a human, and you were raised to believe that having a relationship with us is bad. So…what is it about us that made you not believe that?”

“When you’re told for so long that something is bad, you start to become a little curious.” you smirk, “Did your parents ever do anything like that?”

You watch as Milky’s eyes transform from curious, to sad. The question unlocked something inside her head. A painful memory, hidden away for a long time.

“I wouldn’t know. They…weren’t exactly around, when I was getting older.”

“Oh my god, Milky.” you stammer, trying to salvage the situation. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, it’s fine.” She puts on her bravest smile, but you can see the pain in her eyes. “They…died, when I was in high school. They had a wagon accident on the way home. It was...it was tough, I’ll tell you that much. Since then, I lived with my Grandmother for a while, before she eventually passed a few years ago, just a couple months after I opened the shop. The house I’m in now belonged to my Grandmother. My parents' old house is a little ways outside of town, but I chose to stay here, because it was close to the shop.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up such a painful memory. I apologize.”

“Like I said; it’s fine. Don’t worry so much. I’m a big girl.”

“Still. I shouldn’t complain so much to you. Now that I know…”

Milky leans over, shutting you up with a peck on the cheek, before leaning back into her seat, smiling at you.

“All you know…is simply a little bit more about me. Nothing more.” She is trying to make you feel better about bring such a topic up. In your mind, it’s working. “Besides, you currently owe me an answer to my question.” She breaks the mood with her friendly tone of voice.

“I do, huh? Okay...” you shake yourself out of that small bout of depression, hunkering down for the answer to her query, taking another bite of the nachos, “Ask anyone here about why they’re attracted to ponies, and what do you think they’ll say?”

“I don’t know. The fact that we happen to be sapient and can talk? Unlike other animals.”

“That’s a good guess, but if that was my answer, why don’t I go have a relationship with a cow, or a sheep? They can talk too.”

“I don’t know.” she shrugs, “I guess you like our bodies, then.”

“I admit, that’s a plus. Your bodies are firm, shapely, have a feminine quality to them, to the point where the lack of hands, feet, and to a lesser extent, breasts, are pretty much not a problem to an open minded individual such as myself. But, that’s not what attracts me to your kind more than any human I’ve seen or met.”

She leans in, asking “I’ll bite. What is it, then?”

“It’s…” you lean in too, “Your eyes.” you point at her gorgeous green eyes.

“Really?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Yep. Drives me absolutely nuts, when I see a pony with perfect eyes.”

“So, my eyes are perfect then?” she says with a playful slyness.

“Hell yeah, they’re perfect!” your enthusiasm makes her laugh, “I’m serious! You have perfect eyes!”

“Stop it…” she says, face reddened, “You’re making me blush.”

“What? Really?” you reach out, putting a hand on her hoof, “You said it yourself, after all we’ve done, there’s no reason to get all nervous around one another.”

“I know, but…” she looks in your eyes, “This is different.”

“How so?”

“It’s just that…you…”

Before she can finish, you hear somepony call your name out. The voice sounds familiar, causing you to be broken from Milky’s gaze, but you don’t see anypony around.

“Did you hear something?” you ask.

“Yeah.” she responds, “Almost sounds like…”

You hear the voice again. You do recognize it; it’s hard to forget that particular voice; you’ve heard it a little over twelve years ago. You look over at Milky, who gives this unseen pony a wide smile.

“Daisy! Hi!” Milky says, waving a free hoof.

You turn your head, and you see her. Daisy Charm, the mare you knew back in middle school, all grown up, and looking as gorgeous as ever. Magenta eyes, a red coat, and a silver colored mane. Absolutely stunning.

By her side was one of your human friends back in school, named Ryan, looking rather built, compared to his wiry frame all those years ago. You feel a little intimidated, but it’s not like you’re any slouch yourself. Ryan has his hand wrapped around her shoulder, lovingly caressing it with a thumb, as she looks at both you and Milky. The two walk over to your table, with Daisy looking straight at you.

“I can’t believe it! It’s really you!” Daisy says with wide-eyed surprise. She gets closer, and gives you a hug. You nervously pat her on the back, still in total bewilderment.

“You know him, Daisy?” Milky asks.

“Of course!” Daisy breaks from the hug, “We were in middle school together, right Ryan?” she looks up at her beau. “Had a bit of a fling, before he went off and disappeared on us, right?” she taps your shoulder.

“Right. I…disappeared.” you say with practically a whisper. She never knew what really happened to you.

“It’s been a long time, buddy! Good to see you!” Ryan gives you his own shoulder tap.

“Uh…yeah…totally!” you continue to try and recompose yourself after that bombshell.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Daisy.” Milky says, with a curious tone of voice.

“Actually, I did…I just didn’t tell you her name.”

Daisy looks at you, then at Milky. She pieces together that the two of you are out on a date. She claps her hooves together with glee. Yep, still as happy as can be, just how you remembered her. She was always filled with energy.

“Is this just adorable?” Daisy smiles. She sits down next to Milky, as Ryan sits next to you. “I didn’t know you were in town.” she says to you.

“Neither did I.” you respond.

“Oh, we live here, silly! Just got back from a trip to Manehattan! Such a lovely place.”

“Yeah, you’d like it there.” Ryan tells you.

You’ve been there before. It really is a nice place. Best not mention it to them, however. You’re not in the mood to talk stories, yet.

“So…” Daisy turns her attention to Milky, “You didn’t tell me you found yourself a boyfriend, and he happened to be someone we knew!”

“We’re just friends, Daisy. And I didn’t know that he knew you.”

“Well, we MUST catch up on old times. I’m sure there is LOTS to talk about.” She thinks for a moment, before gasping, like an imaginary light bulb in her head went off. “I know! Let’s have a double date! I know the perfect spot! You’ll love it! It’s got delicious food, and it’s karaoke night! Oooh, it’s so fun!” Daisy practically dances in her seat with excitement, “How does Wednesday sound to you two?”

You and Milky look at one another, both not knowing what to say. One of you has to speak…might as well be you.

“Sure.” You say, “I think we can hang out then.”

“Fantastic!’ Daisy squeals, “Anyways, we have to get to our table. We’ll see you then. Ta-ta!”

She and Ryan get up from the seats, and walk on over to their booth. You and Milky sit there in silence, both wondering your next moves.

“Did I just agree to a double date?” you ask.

“Sure looks that way.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked for your opinion. If you don’t want to go, I’ll cancel it.”

“No. It’s okay.” she assures you, “I’m perfectly fine with it.”

“I should have told you her name. Would have made things a little less awkward.”

“Nah, it still would have been awkward.” she chuckles, “It must be nice, though. Being able to see her again and all.”

“I suppose it is.”

Silence. The two of you sit there. Making the frequent glance at each other, up at the ceiling, and over at Daisy and Ryan. Whenever you make eye contact with Milky, you assure her with a smile, but deep down, you are nervous as all hell. Daisy has come back into your life, and that scares you just a little bit. It’s not that you feel as though you want to have Daisy back as a marefriend, no, nothing could be further from the truth. You have eyes on Milky now, but something in the pit of your gut tells you that there’s something wrong here.

You could just be thinking negatively, though. Maybe things will be okay. It’s only a few more days until you tell Milky where you want this relationship to go. How hard could it be?

The waiter comes by. You look up at him.

“Check, please.”

Author's Notes:

Special thanks to Shard Hunter for coming up with the name Mexicolt.