Another wild night, another groggy morning.

It’s safe to say that the date with Milky went pretty well. You got to catch up with old friends, and you serenaded the Milkmare with a song from one of your favorite movies. That, of course, naturally led to where you’re at right now. Stark naked, and cuddling with the mare that you have been pining for, for so long.

The alarm clock behind you beeps. The sound traveling through your eardrums, as you awaken in a rather foul mood. Nothing would make you happier, than to keep on sleeping, but the feeling that it’s late goes into your mind. You turn to see that it’s nine o’clock in the morning; the exact time of Milky’s milking. You put a hand on her shoulder, and gently shake her until she opens her eyes.

“Mmmmm what is it?” she asks in a sleepy voice.

“It’s time for your milking.” you whisper into her ear, “I’ll get the bucket.”

You leave the room, and come back, bucket in hand. Milky had sat up, but her eyes are still heavy; fighting the urge to fall asleep. You set the bucket down, and immediately get to milking her. Milky yawns, trying to stay awake.

“Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” Milky asks, smiling, as if knowing your answer to the question.

“Oh yeah. It was a blast.” you indulge her, “Especially what we did when we got home.”

“That was my favorite part too.” she snickers, “It was nice seeing Daisy and Ryan, though.”

“Yeah. They surprisingly haven’t changed…too much anyway. I never really thought of Ryan as a connoisseur of purely vegetable sandwiches.”

“Was he fat, when you last saw him?”

“Not really. I just remember his lunches at school to consist of pizza or cheeseburgers.” you laugh, “It’s no big deal. He’s happy and healthy, and I don’t have to worry about him having a heart attack.” The last spurt of milk goes into the bucket. “All done, and before you ask…” you pick up a small cup that you brought with you, “I’ll give it a taste.” You do so...still good. “Yeah.” you nod, “Checks out perfectly.”

“Thanks.” Milky rubs her eyes, “I suppose we could use a shower. Want to clean me off?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two of you spend a good while in the shower together, cleaning one another off of the sweat and fornication of last night. When you two were done, you both smelled of freshly picked apples; a very alluring scent for you.

Once you got dressed, you made a quick breakfast for her, since the two of you were behind schedule, and work starts in a matter of minutes. A healthy helping of fruits should do the trick. A couple apples for you, and strawberries and grapes for Milky. You both rush through the meal, not being able to savor the taste of the fruit in your mouths. No matter; once work is done, you plan on taking her out for a nice brunch to make up for the rushed meal.

Unbeknownst to her, you plan on telling her your true feelings for her at that brunch. Today is the day. No more pussyfooting around it. You’re going to take her hooves, and tell her right then and there, that you are madly in love with her. All this time avoiding it, or rewording your thoughts has gotten annoying. Take last night for example, ‘I LIKE you…like you’? Very poor choice of words. THIS time, you have the courage to say what is on your mind, and nothing is going to stop you.

At work, you’ve gotten used to your system of moderation. Every couple of customers would recognize you from last night, telling you what a good job you did at karaoke. You yourself didn’t personally think you did that great of a job; that one mare that sang earlier in the night could sing circles around you. Nevertheless, you did appreciate the compliment, responding with a nod and a ‘thanks’. Really, it only mattered if Milky liked it, and judging by what happened when the two of you left the restaurant, she REALLY liked it.

Halfway through the shift, the phone in your pocket vibrates. You take it out to see the caller ID. You fully expected it to be your parents; you haven’t spoken to them in days. However, you are surprised to see that it is not them calling you, but Daisy. You gave your phone number to her and Ryan last night, just in case they wanted to catch up or hang out again someday. You honestly didn’t expect them to call so soon.

You answer the phone.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Hi!” Daisy says with enthusiasm, “How are you?”

“I’m good. Just at work with Milky. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you would like to come over?”

“Come over?” you wonder. You look over at Milky, who has taken her eyes off the customers and onto you, upon hearing those last two words. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Ryan and I would just like to catch up some more. You think you are available, today?”

You turn back to Milky, holding the phone to your chest.

“Milky? Is it okay if I duck out to visit Ryan and Daisy?”

“I…” she hesitates. The stutter in her voice almost makes you decline the offer, thinking that work is probably more important. Until… "Y-Yeah, sure.” she smiles, “That’s fine. There’s not a lot of customers left anyway.”

You nod, bringing the phone back to your ear. “Okay. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Great! See you then!” she hangs up.

Putting the phone back, you walk up to Milky, who has gone back to dealing with the customers.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asks, “I’m not your Mom. You really don’t need my permission.”

“Still, I thought I would ask. I wasn’t sure if you had any other plans with me today.”

“Not that I’m aware of.” she looks up to you, nudging you with a hoof, before going back to looking at the register. “Go on, I got this.”

The thought to stay with her is tempting. You did promise to go out to a big lunch with her, to make up for the lackluster breakfast you had this morning. An idea pops in that head of yours.

“Hey. After your shift, how about you come over to the house?”

“Huh?” she looks back, “You want me to come over?”

“Why not?” you shrug your shoulders, “I’m sure Ryan and Daisy would be happy to see you again. Besides, I owe you a lunch.”

“You do? Since when?”

“Since this morning. Look, come over after the shift, and me and you will go out when we’re done. There’s something I want to discuss with you, anyway.”

“What about?”

“You’ll find out.” you lean down and kiss her on the forehead, “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay…bye.” She watches you walk out the door, before going back to helping out the customers.

You walk on over to Daisy’s house with little difficulty. She sent you the address through a text, and a quick run through of the map program on your phone gave you sufficient directions to the house. She and Ryan lived in the more suburban part of Trottingham, where every house looked the same from one another with slight differences. The kind of houses you’d expect those who are well off to be living in.

Walking up to the front door, you make sure your hair is okay, before knocking on the door. A series of galloping steps are heard, before the door opens up to reveal Daisy, all smiles. She gives you a welcoming hug.

“So glad you made it!” she says, “I hope finding the place wasn’t too hard.”

“Fell through some manholes on the way over, but I survived.” you joke. She laughs in response.

“You always were a funny one.” she smiles, “Come in. Have a seat.”

You walk into the house, fully expecting to see Ryan waiting in the living room, or waving to you from the kitchen or something. The thing is though, he’s not there. Your eyebrow rises.

“Where’s Ryan?” you ask, “Is he in the bathroom?”

“He…got called into work while you were heading over here. He says he’s really sorry.” Something seemed really suspicious about her tone of voice, but you don’t think too much about it, as you just nod, and keep on walking into the living room.

You look at the row of pictures that grace the walls. Aside from landscape paintings, there are also pictures of models, most of them ponies wearing some appealing dresses. You make your way to a row of pictures with ponies in lingerie. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t slightly weirded out. You turn to Daisy, who was looking right at you already.

“You like it?” Daisy asks you.

“It’s very…interesting.” was all you could say, “Where did you get all these pictures?”

“They’re Ryan’s. He had them framed, and put on the wall.”

“Does that bother you at all?”

“Never. It’s part of his job.”

“What does he do?”

“He’s a photographer. Works for a Fashion Magazine called Rarity’s Secret.”

“Really?” you look back at the picture, “Wow. I never thought he would have a career like that.”

“Me neither, but he has a good eye. That’s why he’s my personal photographer.”

“Personal Photographer?” you wonder. Slowly, it dawns on you. “You’re a model too?”

“Of course! You’ve never seen my work?”

“No. I honestly had no idea you were a model.”

“Geez, you really were out of the loop in what I was doing. Sit down.” She leads you to the living room couch. “Would you like anything to drink? Some cider, or maybe some wine perhaps?”

“Water would be fine, thank you.” you reply.

As she leaves, you begin to wonder just what is going on. You’re all alone in the house with her, Ryan having coincidentally left before you arrived, and the two beverages Daisy brings up for you to drink are alcoholic. Maybe you’re over-thinking things…maybe you’re not. You can only pray Milky shows up soon, before anything strange happens. You could just leave, but no, that would be rude.

Daisy returns with a glass of water for you, and a glass of wine for her.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Daisy sets the drinks down, trotting off to parts unknown. She returns a few seconds later with a large book, hanging from her mouth by its straps. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“What is this?” you wonder as you take a sip of water.

“This is my modeling book.” she says with a grin, “I wanna see what you think.”

“Well, if it already ended up in the magazine, I’m sure it’s…” she opens up the book, and the first thing you see is a picture of her wearing a high school cheerleader outfit, her plot in full view for you to see. “…fine.”

“This is the first picture I ever did with Ryan.” Daisy giggled. She flipped the pages, showing her in more seductive poses, as the uniform is slowly stripped off of her. “It was a very hot day on the field.”

“I’ll bet.” you say, your heart racing. You don’t want to be here, now. You know her too well; she’s intentionally trying to get a rise out of you…in more ways than one.

“This is my first professional photo-shoot.” she says, turning the page to her in a see through negligee. “This was a fun day. Ryan spent hours taking photos of me. When we were done, wow, you should have seen the look in his eyes.”

“Yeah. That would have been funny.” a bead of sweat drops down your head. As she keeps turning the pages, her poses become more and risque. You are increasingly getting nervous at this, before finally having enough, and putting a hand on the book, preventing her from continuing.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I’m sorry, aren’t these poses a little…I don’t know…inappropriate? I don’t mean to sound like a prude, but this is just a fashion magazine, right?”

“Of course it is. These are just some of the unused photos.”

“Unused photos? Then why are you showing me these?”

“I think you know why.” she licks her lips, getting closer to you. “I’ve grown up, haven’t I?”

“Yeah…you’ve grown into a fine young mare.” you inch away from her, but she follows, “Ryan’s lucky to have you.”

“I don’t want to talk about Ryan, right now.” she practically crawls her way towards you. The end of the couch is reached, and she gets right on top of you.

“Daisy? What are you doing? This is…” you are silenced by a hoof on your mouth.

“No more talking.” She then leans down, pressing her lips against yours. You feel her tongue trying to break into your mouth. Moans exit her mouth, as her kisses become a bit more aggressive.

It doesn’t take long for you to push her off, onto her back. She gasps in shock as you stand from the couch, looking at her in disbelief. You bring out brief chuckles, as your mind races, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. Daisy continues to look at you with sultry and seductive eyes.

“What the hell is going on, here?” you ask forcefully.

“What does it look like? I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much. Now that you’re here, we can be together.”

“That time has come and gone, Daisy.” you say with a sense of finality, “You’re with Ryan, and I’m with Milky.”

“Ryan?” she cocks an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Ryan. Remember him? He’s your husband?”

“He’s so booooring.” she whines like a spoiled rich kid, “Yeah, he’s nice, but he’s….too nice. Plus, he doesn’t have much in the way of stamina, if you know what I mean.”

“Then why did you marry him?”

“Why not? He’s rich, he got me this job, and he was there for me when you left. But, I never forgot about you. Not for one second.”

“I don’t believe this.” You shake your head, turning to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to Milky, where I belong.”

“Milky?!” Daisy suddenly laughs out loud, “You don’t seriously love her, do you?”

You turn back around, asking, “Why do you say it like that?”

“She didn’t tell you about her last relationship?”

“She said the last guy was verbally abusive.”

“Oh, that Milky. Always lying.” she giggles, “He was more than that to her. Face it, she’s damaged goods. Just a pretty little flower that's been thoroughly plucked.”

You turn back around; ready to head for the door. Suddenly, you hear the sound of Daisy jumping onto the floor, and galloping towards you.

“Don’t you turn your back on me!”

You look to see her leaping towards you! She clamps onto you, wrapping her hooves around your body, and forcefully kissing you. You grab at her body, trying to push her off of you. You don’t want this. You haven’t wanted this for a long, long time.

“Get off me!” you shout. She takes a hoof, and shoves it into your pants, trying to get at your unwilling member. “Stop it!”

“You love me! I know it!”

“Daisy, stop!”

Just before you can fully push her off, the front door swings open. A loud gasp is heard. You know exactly who that gasp belongs to.

You turn your head to see the shocked eyes of Milky, staring at the two of you in the worst position possible. Her eyes begin to water, anger over takes her shock, and she turns to leave.

“Milky, wait!” you scream. Daisy still won’t budge. “Get off of me!”

“Leave her! She’s no good!”

“Shut up!” you shout, getting the strength to push her off your body. She lands on the floor, looking up at you with hate in her eyes. You do not care. “You stay away from me.” you point at her, shaking you head, “I don’t want to see you again.”

“You leave now, and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.”

It takes all of you not to go off on her, but you have bigger problems. You assume she is making empty threats, as you race out the door, chasing Milky, as she gallops as far away from the house as she could. She’s a fast runner, but you catch up to her. Reaching out an arm, you grab onto her shoulder, effectively stopping her.

“Milky…”

“Let go of me!” she tearfully yells. She looks at you with contempt.

“It’s not what it looks like…” you begin to say.

“OH REALLY?!” she bursts out laughing through the tears, “That’s what you’re going to say to me?”

“I’m serious! I just went over there to talk! I thought Ryan would be there, but he wasn’t. And then…”

“One thing led to another, right?” she interrupts, “I can’t believe you! I thought…” she chokes up, “I thought…”

“Milky, please!” you kneel to her, “I would NEVER do that! Just let me explain…”

“Go.” she says with venom in her voice.

“Go?” you pause, trying to decipher that two letter word, “W-what exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying go!” she yells, “Leave me! Get your things, get on the train and go back to where you came from! I don’t want to see you again!”

The irises in your eyes go small, and your heart sinks to the pits of your stomach. You almost collapse at the very instant she gets to those last seven terrible words.

“No…” now you’re the one tearing up. You don’t want to leave her. What she said is breaking your very soul. “No, don’t say that. You don’t mean that, Milky.” You put your hands on her cheeks, caressing them lovingly, trying to get her to remember the good times you shared with her. “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, with you. You’re everything to me.”

“Don’t say that!” she breaks away from you, crying her eyes out. “Don’t you dare say that to me, after what you did!”

“I didn’t do anything!” you shout, “If I wanted to cheat on you, why would I have invited you over after your shift?!” That’s a good question; you can see it in her eyes. “I wanted you to come over, so we can leave together, and have a nice lunch somewhere, so that I could tell you how I felt about you!”

Her attention piques at those words. Her ears flutter at what you’re about to say next.

“I NEVER wanted to cheat on you! Why would I cheat on such a sweet, beautiful, innocent mare such as yourself?! You talk to me like I wanted to hurt you! Like I wanted you to walk into that house, and see what you saw! I would NEVER hurt you! Hurting you is the last thing I ever would have done! And if I ever did that, I would throw myself off a cliff for being so stupid! You know why? You know why I would never hurt you?” She shakes her head.

Then you say it. Nay, you shout it.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” you practically scream to the heavens.

There was no more hiding it. You had to tell her. It was the only card you had in your hand to get her to not force you to leave. She does nothing but stare at you. Her eyes glisten with tears…but also a subtle hint of what appears to be relief or happiness. When she blinks, her eyes turn to confusion.

“W-what?” she says, “What did you say?”

“I love you, Milky.” you repeat, only with a softer tone.

She thinks for what felt like ages, occasionally glancing back at the ground below. The tension could be cut with a knife.

“I…I have to go.” she says quietly, “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

She walks away slowly. Well, she didn’t tell you to leave and never come back.

You walk back to the house a couple hours later, giving her time to be alone. It was nice outside; you traveled up a hill to look at the countryside. I was really quite lovely, seeing all the cows prance around the fields, eating hay. When the sun began its descent to the mountains, you decide that it’s time to go back to the house.

It was when the sun was halfway down the mountain, that you came home. The door was unlocked. That’s a good sign. It’s dark in the house. Milky didn’t turn on any of the lights…save for one. Her bedroom light bleeds through the cracks in the closed door.

You walk to her door, grabbing onto the handle. It’s locked. You sigh in sadness and disappointment. She doesn’t want to talk to you…not just yet. You place a hand on the door, pressing your ear against it. Silence. She might be asleep, or she’s just really quiet in there.

“Milky? It’s me.” you hear shuffling on the bed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk right now. I’m just telling you that I’m home now. When you do want to talk, I’ll be on the couch in the living room.” No answer. “Okay…I’ll just…leave you to it, then.”

You go back to the living room, and slump down on the couch, turning on the television to watch whatever is on. You can’t focus on any of the programs, though. All you can think about is what to say to Milky when she comes out of that room to face you. You already told her that you love her; does she feel the same? You do not know.

Night has fallen, and the moon has risen. You are getting pretty tired. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk tonight. Tomorrow is sounding like a better option. You did leave your clothes and stuff in the bedroom, but you don’t need it. You’ve spent nights sleeping with your regular clothes. Hell, recently you’ve spent nights with no clothes at all, but you don’t have a blanket with you, so sleeping with your clothes on is the best idea.

As you begin the lie down on the couch, the front door knocks. Who could that be? You get up from your position and look out the window. It’s Ryan. What’s he doing here?

You go to the door, and open it up.

“Ryan? What are…”

You don’t get another word out, as Ryan decks you hard in the jaw. You grab onto the spot he hit, shutting your eyes tightly in pain.

“What the hell?!” you yell at him.

“How dare you?!” he looks at you angrily.

He punches you again, this time in the gut. He’s a lot stronger than you are. You make attempts to defend yourself, but the man is powered by rage.

“Ryan! Please! Whatever Daisy told you, it’s not…”

You are punched again.

“Shut up!” he growls.

He grabs you by the throat, and slams you into the kitchen table, breaking the front legs, and sending you down to the floor. You can’t get up, as his grip on your neck is tightening. Any attempt to explain things to him will not work, as you can barely breathe. His grip tightens, until…

“HEY!” you hear the voice of Milky.

Suddenly, Milky comes to your aid, and pushes Ryan off of you. Finally, you can breathe again.

“Milky?!” Ryan looks at her with confusion. “What are you doing?!”

“Get…out…” she seethes with anger.

“Why? This little fucker tried to sleep with my wife!”

“And that gives you the right to kill him in my house?!”

“I wasn’t going to kill him!”

“Bullshit!” you manage to get out, before coughing. Any further, and you would have started walking into the light leading to the pearly gates.

“Milky, come on! You can't seriously be defending this guy, after what he did!”

“He didn’t do anything! It was your wife that did it!” she jumps to your defense, which is rather surprising. “I saw it, Ryan! Her hoof was down his pants!”

Silence. Ryan doesn’t know what to say. By all accounts, most guys wouldn’t believe a story like that. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Whatever is going on in his head, it’s taking over him. He looks over at you, then back at Milky.

“Milky, I’m sorry I…”

“Get out of my house…now.” she demands.

He pauses for a few extra seconds, before adhering to her command. He doesn’t apologize to you. You suppose he’s still wary of you. You don’t blame him; being told that your wife instigated the seduction would be hard to believe. He’s only leaving to not incur the wrath of Milky. You roll over off your back, holding onto your bleeding jaw. He hit you good in the eye as well; the eyelid is swelling up fast.

Milky goes to your side.

“Are you okay?” she asks you in a caring tone.

“I…I’m sorry.” you don’t pay attention to your injuries, as you pick up one of the broken tables legs. “I broke your table. Do you have any wood glue, or screws? I think I can fix this, I…” your attempts to not think about the pain have failed. It hurts to simply talk.

Milky puts a hoof around your head, and brings you down against her chest. She caresses your hair, allowing you to relax.

“It’s okay…” she whispers, “I’ll take care of you.”

You put a hand around her shoulder, bringing her close to you. She is literally the most comfortable thing you are up against right now. It’s a shame you’re kind of bleeding on her though.

Milky brings you to the bathroom. It’s hard to see, with your right eyelid feeling like it’s gone through the ringer, making it pretty much blind. You sit down on the toilet, as she gets close to you. She is inspecting your wounds.

“Your eyelid is swelling.”

“I was wondering why my depth perception was off.” you smirk, still trying to get your mind off the pain.

Milky goes to the cabinet under the sink, and gets a first aid kit. She opens it up, revealing some bandages, and some antiseptic. She looks back at your swollen eyelid.

“Wait here.” She says, exiting the bathroom. Where else are you planning on going? She comes back after a few seconds; holding a plastic bag full of ice cubes. She sets it down on your lap.

“Take this. It’ll help.” She says. You’re not going to disobey her. You take the ice bag, and put it on your swollen eye lid. The cold contact causes you to flinch, but you keep it there, knowing that it will bring down the swelling eventually.

She gets to work on the rest of your face. There’s a cut on your cheek; she puts some disinfectant on it, before putting a large bandage over it. The cut was small, so the size of the bandage felt like a bit of an overkill.

“Sorry…” she says, “I only have band aids for ponies.”

“It’s okay. It makes me look like a badass.”

She giggles at your words. A good sign. She inspects your lips. There’s a small cut on the bottom lip. She dabs some disinfectant on a piece of cloth, and puts it on your lip. You flinch at the stinging sensation. She chuckles.

“Don’t be such a filly.” she smiles, continuing her work. “So…you love me, huh?” You nod in response. “Were you going to tell me at lunch?”

“Yeah.” you reply, “I had the whole day planned in my head. I was going to tell you everything, including where I wanted the relationship to go.”

“And where exactly did you want this relationship to go?” she queries.

“I…I wanted to live with you. Call some movers, and bring my stuff down from Applewood. That is…if you said yes.” You watch her, as she continues cleaning your wounds, moving on from your lip, and onto the bruise on your other cheek. “Listen…about Daisy…”

“Forget about it.” she tries to wave it off.

“No.” you reach up, holding the hoof that was healing you, stopping what she was doing. Her full attention is on you. “I hurt you. But believe me when I say that I only came by to talk; nothing more.”

“I…” she pauses, “I know. I’m sorry I doubted you. I thought…being that you two were an item…”

“It’s all in the past now. I currently have my sights on another pony.” you smile. She looks deeper into your expression. You lean in for a kiss, but she backs away. “Milky?”

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” she looks away from you, “I can’t do this.”

“What’s the matter?”

“You’re better off with some other pony. I’m no good.”

“No good? What are you talking about? Milky, you’re wonderful. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Don’t…don’t do that. Don’t say things like that. I don’t deserve those kinds of words.”

“Milky…” you put a hand on her foreleg, “What’s the matter?”

She looks down at your hand. She sighs, before looking back at you.

“I haven’t been honest with you.” she says with shame, “My last coltfriend…he…he hurt me.”

You gave her foreleg a slight squeeze. You had been preparing yourself for this, since Daisy told you.

“What did he do?” you ask. Deep down, you are already getting angry.

“On the nights he would come home after drinking, he’d say things, I would try to calm him down, tell him to rest. But then, he would hit me. I would try to get away.” Her eyes travel past you, reminiscing about painful events. “He would scream at me, telling me how I was good for nothing. How I ruined his life. He would hold me down...and….” Her eyes shut, as tears flow from them. You hold her tight, bringing her in close to you. "The pain was excruciating."

“Where is he now?” you say, with rage in your voice, “Where is he? I’ll kill him.”

“He’s long gone. I made sure of it.”

“Did you…”

“No. I called the police…after the numerous times he…”

“Numerous?!”

“I didn’t know what to do! I was so scared! I was afraid of what he would do to me if I told anyone or anypony!” She pulls herself away from you. “I’ve been scared ever since. I tried to get into another relationship, but I kept getting cold hooves. Afraid that they would end up like him. But then…you came along. You were so kind…”

“All I did was milk you.” you give a gentle smile.

“You did more than that. You stayed with me. You comforted me. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted…you…so bad.”

“It’s not often I have that effect on ponies.” you chuckle, so does she.

“But, then I got scared again. Not because I was afraid you would hurt me, but that I was afraid I would hurt you. That I would drive you away.”

“Then don’t drive me away. Let me stay with you.”

“You’ve gone through so much already. You don’t need somepony like me to bring you down.”

“Milky…” you drop the bag of ice, and put your hands on her cheeks, “Haven’t you’ve heard a word I’ve been saying? I love you. You stuck by me, after I told you about myself, and I’m going to do the same. Nothing you say is ever going to get me to leave you, and I mean that in the least creepy way possible.”

She looks at you for what felt like ages. You can see the cogs in her head turning, as she takes in what you have said to her. You anticipate her telling you to go. If she did, there was nothing more you could do.

But then, she smiles, as she then says your name, with an air of love and affection in her voice. She leans in closer to you.

“Then, there’s something else I want to tell you.” she whispers.

“What is it?”

“I…” she licks her lips, “I love you….and I want you to stay with me.”

“Consider it done.” you go in, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. You continue to be gentle with her, and she doesn’t seem to mind. Slowly, she gets up on your lap, straddling you, as your romantic kiss continues. You pick her up, and bring her out of the bathroom.

You carry her into the bedroom, and bring her down onto the bed. You get on top of her, as you keep on kissing her. She then tries to get rougher, getting at your shirt, trying to take it off quickly. You put your hands on her hooves, stopping her.

“What?” she wonders.

“There’s something I want to try. It’s risky, but I think it will work.” You lean down to her ear. Taking the chance, you nibble on it sensually. She gasps, as she puts a hoof on your chest, caressing it. “I want to make love to you.” you whisper.

She is silent. You loom over her, wondering if she wants you to undertake this task. Soon, she nods, allowing you to continue.

Slowly, you take off your shirt, followed by your socks, pants, and underwear, as you go back on top of her. You kiss her on the lips, followed by her cheek, then her neck, then every single inch of her on the way down to her marehood. Her breathing has become heavy, as you feel her body carefully, behaving like you are touching her for the first time. You take in the sweet scent that her sex is producing, as you get closer to it.

You extend your tongue out, and give it a lick. She gasps again. You insert your fingers inside, carefully inspecting her, while still giving her pleasure. You lick her clitoris slowly, letting her taste take hold of you.

She says your name again, as her slit becomes wetter with anticipation.

“No more…” she says with bated breaths, “Stop teasing me.”

You keep teasing her, wrapping your mouth around one of her teats, tasting her warm delicious milk. You then lick her nipple, before biting down on it, producing a slight yelp from her. You look back, making sure that you didn’t go too far, but she smiles down upon you, letting you know that she liked it.

Gradually, you begin making your way back up top, kissing her stomach, and giving it a slight rub. You tried this once, which made her giggle and moan, before telling you to stop, but that was when she wanted you to be rough with her. Now, she allows you to go through with it, and you do so with a great deal of affection. You love exploring her body, and this was something you always wanted to do. You can tell from the look on her face, that your very touch is driving her wild. She bites her lip seductively, as you travel back to her, kissing every part of her, ending on her soft and wanting lips.

“I always wanted to do that.” you say to her.

“I could tell.” she puts a hoof on your cheek, “Don’t stop.”

You stare into her loving eyes, are you guide your erect member to her entrance. She opens her mouth slightly, as she can feel you slowly entering her body. You are all the way in, and she closes her eyes, feeling every inch of you.

“That’s it…” she whispers.

You push in and out of her at a gradual pace. You can tell she has never done this before, and it dawns on you why. Her coltfriend never made love to her; he was rough with her, he hurt her. It was all she knew. That’s why she was so hesitant at the act, it was foreign to her. You imagine the times she spent with that abusive colt, imagining him hurting her. The thoughts begin to choke you up. You couldn’t bear to imagine her like that. A tear comes out of your left eye, and it drops on her cheek. She opens her eyes, looking up at you. She puts a hoof on your face, caressing it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks you.

“Nothing.” you smile, foregoing any more negative thoughts, “Nothing at all.”

She smiles at your words, as she closes her eyes yet again, feeling your every move inside of her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close to you, as you continue to make love to her gently. Her soft and perfect body pressed up against you during the act, is more comforting than you ever imagine. You close your eyes too, as the feeling of being one with her washes over you.

“Promise me…” she says, “Promise that you will never leave me.”

“I promise.” you reply. You mean it too. She is everything to you now, and you are going to do whatever possible to keep this relationship alive.

You feel her wrap her back legs around your waist, pushing you into her further. You kiss her on the neck, as she lets out a pleasured moan. Her heavy breathing returns, as she grinds upwards on your shaft. She then kisses your shoulder and neck, caressing your back, and the scars that it holds. Then, you can feel her tears pouring onto your shoulder. You open your eyes up, and look back at her.

“Am I hurting you?” you ask.

“No…” she says softly, “This is…” she lets out another moan, “…perfect.”

You move your hands onto the headboard, as you raise yourself up a little, to look upon her with the expression of sexual nirvana. Seeing her in this state brings a smile on your face. She continues to gasp, moan, and breathe heavily, as her inner walls begin to tighten.

“Ah…I’m almost…there…” she says in between moans.

You are getting close yourself, but not as soon as you usually were, during your more rough and tumble bouts with her. You lean down, and give her a romantic kiss, playing with her tongue briefly, before separating your mouth from hers. She almost leans up after you, not ready to break away from the lip lock.

“I love you, Milky.”

She opens her eyes, revealing those beautiful green pearls in the moonlight bleeding into the room. She smiles, as your words travel through her ears and thoughts.

“I love you too.” she says with as much affection as she can conjure.

You go back down, hands still on the headboard, as you push into her just a little faster, but not rougher. Her walls have gotten tighter, as she bites down on your shoulder, continuing to moan with ecstasy.

“I…I’m going to…ah…” she doesn’t complete it, but you know what she’s going to say. You’ve heard it enough times to know.

You still have a few more thrusts to go, so you keep on going, as her heavy breathing becomes squeals of delight. She says your name multiple times, and holds onto you as tight as possible, as she reaches her impending climax.

Finally, her walls clench down on you, as she has a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal juices soaking up your length, as you thrust into her. You don’t even hear her breathe during her moment of sexual pleasure, seeing her mouth agape, and her fluids pouring out of her. The sensation becomes too strong for you, when not a few seconds after she had completed her climax, you release your seed inside of her, filling her up with your warm essence.

As you cum, she commences breathing again, as she feels your semen flow into her stomach. She caresses your trembling body, calming you down. Your sweat glistens off your body, and falls onto hers. She kisses your shoulder, then your cheek, and finally your lips. You open your eyes too look upon her gentle face. It is the look of absolute satisfaction.

“That was…incredible.” She says. There is truth in her voice. This makes you happy to hear.

“Good. I was getting a little worried there.” you jest. “Do you…do you really want me to stay?”

“Yes. I want you to stay with me…for as long as you want me.”

“That won’t be too hard.” you chuckle, “I’ll always want you.” You lean down for another kiss.

“What about your parents?”

“I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to relax with you.”

“That might be difficult.” She has a devilish grin.

“Why is that?”

“Because, I want you to go again.”

“Milky, I still have to recover from getting my ass kicked.” you chuckle.

“Okay.” She then forces you onto your back, rolling over on top of you. She giggles, as she can see the surprised look on your face. “I suppose I’ll give this making love thing a try, now.”

“That sounds like a plan.” you smirk.

The two of you stand in the Dairy, helping out the customers. You make the occasional glance at one another, smiling at the unforgettable night you just shared. It had only been two weeks’ time, but Milky Way has become the most valuable thing in your life right now, probably ever. When this shift is over, all you want to do is take her to a nice romantic dinner, followed by another night of lovemaking. Or taking a bit of a break, and watch a flick, either way works.

You do wonder what happened between Ryan and Daisy, though. You almost want to follow up on what happened, but honestly, your thoughts are so far away from them right now, that it’s the last thing on your list of things to do in Trottingham.

The thought about what to say to your parent’s crosses your mind, however. You haven’t spoken to them in days, nor have you received any texts from them. You hope that they have finally left you alone, allowing you to live your life as you saw fit. Then again, they weren’t the type of people to do that.

“Let in the next five.” Milky tells you.

“Yes Ma’am.” you say with a smirk. You open the door, and let the next five customers in. “Welcome to Milky’s….” your voice trails off as you see the last two people in front of you. They are the last two people you ever expected in this town to stand before you. They look at you with shocked and judgmental eyes. Sweat drops from your head at the mere sight of them.

They are your parents.

“Hello, Son.” your Father says.

“Dad? Mom?”

Oh shit.

Author's Notes:

Enjoy that love scene. It's the last one I'm writing for this story.