Chapter 1
Anonymous Milking Twilight Sparkle
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Twilight moaned under her breath, rolling over and resting her head on your chest. The warm bed surrounding the pair of you was a sacred temple, and neither of you wanted to leave. You'd slowly watched the tiny sliver of sunlight trace along the wall streaming through the minuscule crack in the pulled shut curtains for the past half hour or so as it made its lazy journey towards Twilight, inevitably waking her up, and ruining the perfect serenity.
"Ugh, what time is it?" Twilight asked in a low, bitter drawl, keeping her eyes rebelliously shut and resting a hoof over your body. It was about 10, but it was a Saturday, and Twilight's to-do list had nothing urgent. You'd checked the night before - the lazy days in were your favourite times, if only both of you weren't so busy all the time. That wasn't now, though. Today, neither of you had a single thing that needed doing, and that was fantastic.
Twilight sighed just a little, hugging a little closer to you and snuggling under the covers. The days when you could lazily slip into bed well after sunset and proudly announce "I have achieved absolutely nothing today" were a rare and precious gift to her - not least because it meant she'd managed to squash a week's worth of work into 5 or 6 days, impressive by any measure.
A few minutes of silence passed, with your bodies doing all the talking as you lay side by side, resting against one another, until the silence was broken. The uncomfortable, irritating noise of a hungry stomach filled the room - as good an idea as staying in bed all day was, the body had needs. One of those was breakfast. You asked Twilight what she wanted with a quiet whisper, neither of you opening your eyes or moving a muscle more than absolutely necessary.
"I'm not hungry", Twilight whispered back - she skipped breakfast often. Too often, you worried about her, she'd waste away if she didn't eat. Admittedly her body was by no means in need of improvement, but that never stopped you thinking about her.
"Maybe we could help each other out, though", she suggested, opening her eyes and shifting her head to look at you, "I'm feeling a little full down there again." She punctuated the sentence with a nod downwards. You knew what you'd find under the covers - a pair of engorged teats. Big, round, purple mounds of flesh, most probably with tiny beads of milk already dripping out and rolling into her coat.
One of the things nopony had told you about living with Twilight is just how much magical experimentation she really did. You'd known she spent a lot of time doing it, but she was good at hiding just how deep it went. Not too long ago, she'd decided that she wanted to learn some physiological spells, and this was one of them. Cast at different strengths, it could do anything from simply enlarging a mare's breasts to turning her into a veritable milk factory, capable of producing enough to quench the thirst of a small town entirely single hoofedly. Twilight was closer to the first, and she seemed to be enjoying the new challenges it posed. She certainly enjoyed being milked.
Your knowledge of pony biology was limited to your own hands-on experimentation, so you were unsure whether all pony milk was delicious, or whether it was part of the spell. In either case, Twilight tasted fantastic, like a smoothie made from assorted fruits, with the main flavour being blueberry. It was also quite filling, especially in the quantities she'd been producing lately, and would more than solve your breakfast woes.
That was the main problem solved, then - but it posed new issues. Twilight was warm, and you wanted her. The bed was warm, and you wanted it. Outside of the bed was like stepping into a frozen wasteland, where life was impossible and happiness was a fairy tale taught to foals to stop them drowning themselves. You didn't want that. The best solution, you decided, was to wriggle around and invert yourself. Several long, awkward moments later, filled with giggles as Twilight softly laughed at the lengths you were going to simply to avoid getting out of bed, you found yourself facing your breakfast, the only light being that bleeding through the duvet above you. Twilight had, apparently without breaking her sequence of giggles, wriggled down with you, ensuring that you could get into position without exposing too much of yourself to the elements. Now that's love.
Breathing deeply, you began your meal, teasingly tracing the tip of your tongue along the very edge of one of her teats, collecting the spilled droplets that had escaped during the night. The taste you'd longed for was tantalisingly close, you just needed a little more at once. Twilight liked taking it slow, though, and you didn't want to disappoint - you weren't sure what the most accurate translation of "Don't bite the hand that feeds you" would be here, especially given that you very much planned to bite the teat that fed you, but making Twilight happy was a reward in and of itself.
Twilight's body was hot, you could feel the heat radiating off of her even under the warm covering, making pressing slowly against it with the flat of your tongue, scraping it slowly along the side of her teat, completely comfortable. For you, at least - though your tongue was warm, compared to the passionate and anticipating heat of Twilight's body, it may as well have been an icicle. The moment your tongue's surface pressed down onto Twilight's soft, giving flesh, she gasped above you, sharply drawing breath between her teeth.
You didn't stop, slowly drawing your tongue around in a crescent path, tracing the curve of her skin and leaving a thin trail of saliva behind you, relishing in the continued gasp coming from the gorgeous purple mare. Every inch of purple breast you covered slowly brought you closer to the centre, and the source of your promised meal. Every inch of that vast lavender field your tongue was running through brought you new auditory bliss as your beautiful companion's gasps turned to heavy breaths, and you spied the greater rising and falling of her chest from the corner of your eye.
Too quickly you felt the edge of your tongue brush against Twilight's engorged nipple, a tiny spurt of milk shooting out and splattering against your neck. Twilight's quiet moan and the fruity smell that now filled the air was enough to overpower any resistance you may have had, and you quickly found your mouth clamped tight over the tip of her teat, letting the thin spurts your light touch prompted dribble down onto your waiting tongue. She tasted lovely, like the sweetest of nectars. The sort of flavour that could cause a man to fall in love, were he not already.
The flow speed quickly proved inadequate for both of you, so you tempted it further, sending your tongue out to give the very tip sharp lashings, lightly stimulating it and catching the results, letting the droplets slide down your throat and begin the long task of filling your stomach. Still the slow dropping was lacking, Twilight's low moans dying out as she grew used to the sensation, but you took it in your stride and began stronger measures.
Some light sucking, combined with starting to slowly scrape your tongue over her flesh once more, quickly brought the flow up to your standards, turning the light dribble into a slow flow, and the tiny pinpricks of flavour into a continual assault on your tastebuds, filling your mind with the flavour and scent of what can only be described as true love. The effect was more remarkable on your food source, turning her slightly-bored gasps into a quickly stifled moan as each purposeful lick brushed against her sensitive nipple, and each timed suck stretched her skin and deformed her breast, pulling it out slightly before you released, and let it plop back to its natural lumpy shape.
You knew Twilight would be more than content with remaining in this state until she'd been drunk dry, but you were hungry. Much as you liked the idea of keeping her in this state of absent-minded ecstasy for the many minutes it would take to drain her, your own body had needs too. Your body had its secret weapons ready to take this trickle to a torrent - your powerful, sensitive, flexible hands.
Twilight squeaked as your cold fingers impacted on the boiling surface of her sensitive skin, waking her mind up just enough that she knew what to expect next. That didn't mean she was any more prepared for the experience of your hand slowly starting to massage around her, squeezing and kneading, pushing and rubbing, teasing out an ever faster flow of liquid for your greedy throat to gulp down, being careful not to squeeze too hard and produce more milk than you could drink - every drop was sacred. Every drop sped over your tongue, exciting your taste buds. The sensations of the flavour sped upwards to your mind even as the sensation of feeling her warm, silky-smooth milk flow down your throat sped downwards.
The disadvantage of drinking so quickly and greedily was, of course, that the well grew dry all too quickly. The last few spurts were given the reverence the deserved as your tongue caught them, savouring the last of it. Your lips unlocked with a satisfying pop, and you watched her teat wiggle in front of you for a moment, noticeably smaller from its exhaustion. It was a good breakfast. The best breakfast.
Of course, it wasn't over - there was another, just above, just waiting. You had other issues right now, though - milking Twilight too quickly had consequences. Twilight liked being milked slowly. She *loved* being milked quickly. She didn't have to say anything, you could smell it - your head was close enough to her crotch that you could even feel the heat boiling off of it. You could hear it in her breath, it'd switched from the heavy breathing of exertion to the heavy breathing of arousal. You could sense it in the air - that spark of passion that only came before one thing. The feeling of pure anticipation that could only precede the complete satisfaction of that beautiful, lovable pony.
The realisation of just how excited she was managed to be even more arousing than that time she'd ambushed you with a large pillow and a book of erotic poetry, you quickly felt yourself reciprocating, your heartbeat increasing and the blood rushing into your penis, enlarging it and sending it on its journey outwards. Almost instantly, you felt it begin to push against something soft, warm, and silky. You were lying very close to Twilight. She was about the same length as your torso. Your penis was pushing into her chin. You knew that wouldn't last.
You continued your servicing of her, pushing your lips into her teat as if to meet it in a kiss, parting them slightly to let her nipple between your lips, before squeezing it tight. You ran your lips over her soft flesh, sending sparks of rough pleasure shooting though her skin. Your tongue found a job wrapping around her nipple, flopping and twisting against her, changing direction often and becoming soaked in the stream of fresh, gorgeous milk.
Your hand found a completely different job, tracing a finger between her two teats, flowing down her body tantalisingly, slowly moving inch by inch to its eventual target. The source of her heady musk, the thin pink slit that contrasted so well against her dark purple coat. The thing that, as you traced your finger down every inch of it, soaking the tip with a completely different juice, caused her husky breaths to drop into a quiet groan, vibrating the air around you and filling your ears with "You're doing it right".
As you began to tease harder, slipping just the edge of a finger inside of her, Twilight's greed overcame her, and you felt her warm, hard hoof push your penis down, squashing it against Twilight's cheek until she pulled her head back, letting it wobble in front of her. You couldn't see it, but she was greedily eyeing it and licking her lips.
"Actually", she whispered between deep breaths, "I think I will have breakfast."
Her tongue reached out, its hot wetness slowly pushing against your head, instantly distracting you from your task. As it slowly made its way around, keeping contact with you all the way, your eyes slid closed and you moaned into her breast as the slow stream of milk built up in your otherwise-occupied mouth.
Feeling the first drop dribble out of the corner of your mouth, rolling down your distant face and onto your neck, awoke you to the travesty you were allowing to occur - her milk was going to waste. Steeling yourself against her tricks, you quickly gulped down her ambrosia, trying your best to enjoy every drop as much as you had the first. Your hand returned to its important task, each tiny thrust inserting itself slightly deeper within her, her arousal making the entrance almost frictionless. Your attentions quickly fled downwards, however, as your actions caused Twilight to moan and arch forward, accidentally pushing her head onto your shaft. Her lips, only slightly parted in the quiet animalistic sound, pressed against your shaft and deformed to let it past, rubbing over every inch of it as she lurched inwards, her tongue pressing down against you.
She took it in her stride, as if she'd meant to do it all along, and quickly closed her lips around you, slowly pulling back up with her tongue rolling and surrounding your length, teasing every inch of it. Your response escalated in turn, a second finger joining the first, both of them penetrating as far as they could go. Your mouth certainly couldn't be accused of standing by idly, taking its task of "Don't you dare spill even a single drop" with enthusiasm as it suckled against her, your tongue eagerly and enthusiastically lapping against her and greedily swallowing every mouthful of gorgeous liquid, only pausing to allow an infrequent moan to escape your determined lips.
Twilight's pumping grew stronger as she shifted back and forward, using her tongue as best she could (She'd read several books, and a magazine, on how best to do it. She could recite most of it from memory, and liked to whisper chapters into your ear while the two of you were outside. She liked it when you barely remembered to close the library door before getting down to business.), and your fingers grew steadier and more aggressive, thrusting in and out, even adding a third member to the group as you thrust in and out, using the changing volume of Twilight's now near constant moan to determine the spots that felt best.
Even given your enthusiasm, and passion for the subject, you were no match to Twilight's learned skills, and you felt the unmistakable feeling of an oncoming orgasm start to build up in your body. Your senses heightened in a few places, and you became even more distinctly aware of the way Twilight's breath felt as it blew onto your exposed shaft, or the way her tongue felt as it took another impassioned lick, or perhaps most importantly, the way it felt for the very end to strike the back of Twilight's throat as she realised what was about to happen.
Her prediction proving correct, your hands and mouth fell dormant as your attentions focussed on baser things, your penis shooting solid streams of sticky semen against Twilight's throat, Twilight gagging slightly as it flowed down her throat, each gulp taking down a little more as her tongue continued working to milk you dry.
Again, your body couldn't match hers, and your supply fell to nothing far faster than hers had. She pulled her head back, letting your penis flop out of her mouth with another satisfying pop, and sighed a "Mmm, lovely", resting her head against her pillow, waiting for you to continue.
You did, continuing to suck and lap at her teat for the little amount of remaining milk, licking up the last of it and putting the rest of your effort into your continued fingering, keeping a steady rhythm and trying not to lose your grip as Twilight's body began to rock and shake beside you. Once again, Twilight's groans grew in volume as her body began to reach the peak of pleasure, each new thrust sending shockwaves through her, to the tip of each hoof and the top of her horn.
Finally, the waves of pleasure assaulting her mind grew too strong, and she was overwhelmed, submitting to a much-wanted orgasm and arching back into your body, pushing against you as her mouth lay open and her eyes rolled up, eyelids struggling to stay closed as they, along with every other part of her body, gave one last spasm.
That was breakfast. When's lunch?