Milky Way starts her cycle, and while she can deal with the heat, there's another problem that become a little unbearable
Humanity has been gradually settling into Equestrian life, and for one mare it couldn't have come sooner. She's got a bra, a friend to help her put it on and a problem that only hands could handle.
From there, a date, then maybe another. How far will the interspecies relationship go, only Milky knows.
"Oh great.... Joel?!" Milky cried, causing me to shoot upright in my chair. "Joel, I need your help!" She yelled, her soft voice seeking me through the halls. "Joel? You there?" Her voice was soft, but with the slightest hint of a mixed British accent. "Joel...I need your help, soon."
I let out a soft sigh and stopped with my model. "Sure, on ma way." I said, my accent bothering even myself. "Friggin...Scotch Canadian...." I hissed to myself, cursing my own voice. "Bloody...ya sound so British, ooo." I grunted angrily as I cornered the hall, spotting my house mate standing with a hoof on her stomach. "You al- oh god!" I felt my spine snap straight as I spotted something bleeding through her bra. "Are you alright!?"
Milky looked down under her legs. "I'm fine...just, Joel...I need your help."
I covered my mouth, breathing into my fingers to try and warm up. "Um...alright, with what?"
Milky rolled her eyes, the beautiful green orbs bright and strong. "I think you can figure it you."
I leaned my arms back, slapping them together, "You're lactating, aren't you?"
"I am." She answered, nodding sternly. "And my pump is in the shop. So...I mean, I understand if you don't want to, but it's rather dire." She ran her hoof over her chest. "Joel...I need ya here."
I coughed into my fist. "Uh, Milky...isn't this- aren't you dating someone?"
Milky let out a strong sigh. "Axel? He was nice and all, but he's a griffon, and he's not really the settling down type. Fun while it lasted, but--"
"I meant about the milking." I clarified, rubbing the back of my neck. I snuck my hands into my collar, the cold starting to bite. "Couldn't he do it still?"
"No!" She yelped, going bolt stiff, "No...his talons aren't.... Just no, Joel. Like getting fondled by a cactus."
I clutched my chest, "Jesus, that bad?"
Milky frowned hard. "I know it sounds harsh, and it's nothing against him, but griffon talons are sharp!" Milky sat down, her hooves clicking against the ground. "Look, I can find someone else to do it, I just thought you could help a friend out."
I took a deep breath. "Um, about that." I leaned back on my heels. "I was thinking, did you...would you, let me take you out some time? Like, dinner or something." I looked back towards the window, looking out into the soft winter wilderness that separated us from Vanhoover. "Nothing too big."
Milky looked up at me, her nipples bleeding through her bra. "Is now the best time?"
I stretched my arms. "I suppose not. But I meant what I said, I'd like to take you out some time."
Milky smiled softly at me. "That's sweet and all, but you're gonna have to wait. I just bought something for this heat, and I'd like to, try it out." She said, popping air quotes with her hooves. "Nice little number from some Canterlot company. Girls gotta take care of things themselves."
I coughed softly, "Aye, I suppose. Just that we've been living together for a while--"
"A few months, yeah?"
"Aye." I stated, stretching my leg. "But we never really talk. I'm either at work, or you're in town. Ya seem sweet and I'd like to actually sit down and talk with you for fun."
Milky looked up at me with a smile. "That really is sweet, but again, not really the time." She leaned back on her haunches and poked her breasts, "Maybe we sort this out, then we talk about a date."
I felt my cheeks burn as I cracked a smile. "Well...it's a bit like a date if I'm gonna be touching ya."
Milky looked at me with a mild glare. "Joel, seriously, this is just to help me not explode." She looked down at her breasts. "You have no idea how much they ache, and my back is just killing me. That's half the reason you never see me, I'm usually getting my back worked on."
I tapped my toes on the floor. "Well, maybe this weekend we can go and find you a better bra, something to--"
Milky held her hooves up. "Whoa whoa whoa, better bra? There are more than just a bra?"
I stared at her, my stomach still as could be. "Milky...there are tons of bras. You probably need a tighter fit, to help reign those bastards in.... Sorry, didn't mean to say bastards, but they are some monsters."
Milky frowned hard, her hooves resting against her breasts. "I know...they're so heavy, every time I try to walk it's like one and a half stone resting on my spine."
I covered my mouth, my finger resting against my nose. "...That's like, nine kilograms! Holy hell in a hand basket, that's nuts."
"You're telling me! But...you- there's different bras?"
I nodded, "You probably need a sports bra or something. Something to suck those bastards in!" I pressed on my pecs. "Uh shite, sorry, said bastard again. Uhh--"
"It's fine, not as bad as some of you." She laughed, her breasts jiggling in the supportive bra. "Humans are weird, either you swear a lot, or you're afraid to swear. I think you're somewhere in between."
I shrugged. "I'll knock a tooth out if someone starts spouting off, but it's not good etiquette to swear in front of a lady."
Milky laughed softly, "I'm a lady now? I don't think I've ever been called a lady by someone I knew."
I smiled, "Would you prefer something else? I'll leave it up to you."
Milky frowned roughly, looking down at her breasts without moving her head. "Well, right now I'd prefer if you just called me by my name. And maybe you could get a bucket or...something, I guess we could do this in the tub."
I chuckled, "Um, yeah. I'm not a dairy farmer, I don't--"
"I'll show you what to do, but it works better with a unicorn or a human. Can't really get the tugging motion without digits."
I locked up, "Milky...maybe you want someone else to do this. I've got an erection already, and it's just going to get worse." I stuffed my hands in my pockets, "And my hands are cold."
Milky smiled softly, "Joel, I'm asking you as a friend. I'll ignore it best I can, if you're getting excited you can step out, but I need you to try. It really hurts, and I'd appreciate the help."
I looked up, letting out an angry snarl. "I'm really not comfortable with this. But damn, you're good at guilting people." I clenched my teeth, exaggerating my already thick accent. "The shite I put up with, I swear."
Milky cocked her head, still wearing a smile. "So you're going to help?"
"In the tub, I'll sit on the outside and run some water to keep you warm." I walked past her, getting behind her and lifting her backside up. "Jesus, your arse really is heavy."
Milky stretched her back legs. "I know. I was actually thinking about getting them reduced--"
"Don't--don't do that." I felt my cheeks start to burn. "Crime against nature that would be." I walked down the halls, towards our bathroom. "Bloody...absolute travesty, takin' those blessed things to get shrunk."
Milky lumbered after me. "Hmm? I can barely understand you some times."
I shook my head. "The accent right? It's like I'm breathing through my teeth all the time, soft vowels and all that." I turned towards the bathroom, pulling up my sleeves as I walked. "I blame my father. That's a man you really couldn't understand. Oi, fookin put that shite down ya little bashturd!" I huffed angrily, "Bitter old man...but, he lightened up in the end. I turned and started walking backwards, "Milky, what about you?"
Milky's hooves clopped loudly against the wood floor. "What about me?"
I rolled my neck. "Your accent, you said you were from Trottingham, but I could barely tell."
Milky ran her hoof up and down the bathroom door as I started up the shower, a burst of cold water greeting my fingers. "My father had a thin accent, my mother had a modest one, and I moved from Trottingham young." She frowned hard and bopped the doorknob with her hoof, "Bunch of racists in that town, real xenophobic types."
I shrugged. "I probably wouldn't mind. I'd probably just throw it back at them."
Milky pawed at her back, trying to get the strap of her bra. "They'd call you a monkey, or something like that."
I walked over, wiping off cold water on her flank before undoing the strap. Her breasts fell free with a heavy drop, "Jesus Milky...that can't be good for you."
"It's really not." She stepped forward, leaving me with the disturbingly warm bra. "Also, you're gonna milk me in the shower?"
I tossed the bra aside. Flexing my hands to get rid of the feeling. "If I don't have the water running it's just going to sit in the porcelain and stain it."
Milky smiled back at me, her backside pressed against the lip of the bath. "You want to see me with my mane down, don't you?"
I froze, my hands grabbing my collar. "Um, that's a loaded question. This outcome wasn't completely intentional...but you're not wrong." I rung my hands together, "I'd imagine it'd frame your face nicely. It's thick, and your freckles are really cute on their own, but with the--"
"Joel, knock it off." Milky pawed at the tub. "I'm a little tender, you mind?"
I walked behind her, picking her up by her waist and carefully helping her into the bath. "Up and over, come on then." I set her down, the mare's beautiful blue mane taking on water like a sinking ship. The thick mess fell heavily against her withers, the blue streaks going straight as the water doused her. "Holy hell in Bermuda...you really are pretty." I cooed, coughing roughly after I spoke. "Sorry, that came out louder than I wanted it to."
Milky ignored it, settling her back against the short wall of the tub. "Whenever you're ready, but please, don't take too long. Water bill is going to go mental if we take too long."
I took a deep breath, clapping my hands and swaying left to right. "Should I wear gloves or something? I mean, it's up to you, this is going to be kinda awkward either way."
Milky sighed loudly. "Whatever makes you feel better. And, if it's too weird just tell me. I'm probably going to, make noises." She clarified, looking back, green eyes still burning into my skull. "I'm really tender, and I get sensitive in heat."
I coughed, "And you're not hitting on me?"
Milky's brow fell flat. "I'm just warning you. If you don't feel right, now would be the time to back out."
I rubbed my hands together, "Hang out with you, get a little intimate and help a friend out, or...go back to making some stupid spaceship model. The choice is easy, but I've never done this before."
Milky turned to the wall of the bath. "Squeeze high on the nipple, pull down, or forward. This is kind of an odd angle."
I flexed my hands. "I'll figure it out." I pulled a rug over to the edge of the bath, kneeling down and resting my hands on the edges of the tub. "So, would you- you move my hands where you want them. I'm not going to grope you without--" I felt a pair of warm hooves grip my right hand, slowly guiding me down, she pulled my arm around her withers, around her neck, and finally against her breast.
"There, better?" She asked, letting out a sharp yelp as I cupped her soft breast. "Gods above and below, your hands are freezing!"
I tensed my hand, cupping her fatty breasts and finding her hardened nipple with my fingers. I took a deep breath, my erection forced into place by my jeans. "Sorry." I moved my other hand down, replicating the movements and accidentally pressing her nipple into her super soft body. Milky let out a sharp moan, her left hoof finding it's place on the back of my hand. "Soory...again." I looked off to the side, watching the water pour down over Milky and my arms. "Went full Canadian."
Milky's started to whimper as I tried to keep from playing with her, the hard bits moving perfectly about her breasts like a set of joysticks. "Joel...focus- mm."
I realized what I was doing and stopped moving. "Sorry, really, really--"
"It's fine, just don't make a habit out of it. Like I said, sensitive." She took a deep breath, her warm breasts lifted up then settled heavily into my hands. "You going to start?"
I steadied myself, my breathing nasally and thick from a cold I was coming off of. "Pinch, and pull." I pressed my thumbs and index fingers deep into her soft body, causing Milky to grind her hooves against my hands. Her whimpers were soft, involuntary. I pinched hard, causing her to tighten up even further, her voice peaking at a small moan. "And pull...." I squeezed down, sliding from the ultra soft texture of her breasts to her rock hard nubs.
Milky moaned loudly as I slid my fingers across her nipples, something warm dripping over my knuckles and joining the water. Her hooves started to cut into my flesh, then went completely limp as I reached the tips of her nipples. "Ooooh, thank Celestia." She mumbled, lowering her head, "That feels so good."
I felt my heart jump. "So...keep going?"
"Keep going until I say stop." She stated, her hooves still resting against the back of my hand. "I'll let you know when."
I took a deep breath, Milky's mane smelled of fresh sweetened cream. "Milky...this isn't weird for you?" I asked as I took another pull across her nipple, my other fingers digging into her breasts, the heavy flesh trying to squeeze through my fingers. The weight was immense, my arms hurting slightly from the behind position I was in. "So what's it feel like?"
Milky's hooves rested calmly against the backs of my hands as I milked her, the constant switch from super soft to super hard to super warm was driving me nuts, but I kept it in alright. "It feels like...popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. Like uncapping a soda, that pleasing hiss. It's a pinch, then a blissful release. Your hands warmed up too."
I continued to squeeze and pinch. "Milky, how often does this happen?"
Milky let out an extremely pleased sigh as I squeezed a large amount of milk from her nipples. "Oooo- hmm? Oh, about once a month. Heat tends to make things worse, but I can usually handle it. But I told you, my pump broke, and I'm starting to swell."
I flinched at the word swell. "Sounds-" I shifted my knees, my cock nearly ripping in two from my zipper, "-painful."
Things went quiet, the sound of the water raining down on us the loudest thing in the room. Milky's whimpers and coos never ended, but became part of the experience. I had no idea how far I might be able to go with her, and this truly was a selfless act, but I loved her. I couldn't tell her, I never had the time between our work and social lives we kept, but I hoped this would be a step.
Milky's breasts slowly grew lighter, if only by a fraction. Her hooves were limp, barely wrapped around my hands. "Joel...where we gonna go?" She asked, resting her sopping wet head against the edge of the bath. "We'll get lunch first, then you can help me pick out a bra."
I felt my heart flutter, my fingers still pressed against her breast, her nipples rigid as could be. "Uh, Vanhoover mall?"
Milky opened her eyes, looking up at me. "They don't have a lot of food for non ponies. You sure?"
I scratched my cheek. "I'm a vegetarian. Uh...that's actually not completely true, I eat fish, but no red meat."
Milky smiled up at me. "Perfect. I know a place then." She moved her hooves back to my hands. "I think that's good--"
"One more?" I asked, lifting her breasts up. "Please?"
Milky sighed. "Dirty...go ahead."
I moved my hands back, squeezing her breasts between my fingers, moving from her supple body, down her breasts, over her squishy areola and finally over her hardened nipple. Milk dripped and dribbled out, Milky's hooves digging deep against my skin. "Easy- easy...."
I pulled my hand back, sticking the milky tip of my thumb into my mouth. The smooth texture of her milk was tremendous, and the sweet flavor warmed me to the core. "God in heaven...."
Milky coughed curtly, looking up at me. "Really?"
I felt bile start to rise in my throat. "Uh...curiosity would have killed me." I laughed, slowly getting to my feet. "Leave the water running. I've gotta take care of something after this."
Milky started to snicker as she stepped out, met with the thickest, fluffiest towel I could find. "Oh jeez." She laughed, turning around and letting me wrap her up. "A bit dirty, don't you think?" She looked down at the towel, "Isn't this yours?"
"Yeah, but it's cold you, you can use it." I carefully turned her around, tucking her into a quick hug. "And I've actually gotta clean off the tub."
"Oh!" Milky laughed, standing back down on two hooves, her head about level with my shoulders. "That makes--"
"Then I'm going to masturbate...." I added, moving my hands behind my back and ringing them together. "Just...being completely honest."
Milky snickered, "Well then I don't have to feel so bad. That dildo I bought, squirts sticky lube when you press a button. So...gonna be in my room a while."
I stood ramrod stiff, "That's...phew, I uh--yeah, awesome." I chuckled, trying to keep from exploding in my pants. "This weekend good for you?"
Milky nodded, "Sure, lunch first, remember."
"Of course, now can you leave? I really, really need to take care of that thing I mentioned."
I stepped into my room, a beer tucked under my arm, a pair of caps in my left hand. "Jesus, long damn day." I groaned, digging my heel into the floor and tossing the caps into a drawer. "Come on, stupid things." I yanked my boots off, the sticky soled shoes landed heavily near the door. I carried on, looking over my tightly packed room. Something felt off, my desk set was fine, still tucked into the corner. My closet was just a smidge open, as I'd always left it. My bed and my couch were fine, sheets and blankets bunched up and tossed. But something felt off, and the growing collection of bottle caps in the drawers I kept by the door was my only indicator.
"Hello?" I asked, sliding across the wall towards the closet. "Anyone there?" I met my side wall, pulling open the sliding door to my closet and reaching for my hockey stick. "Hello?" I bit my lip, the beer in my hand starting to freeze my fingers. "Come out, we can talk nicely. I swear, you come out now I won't belt ya one!"
Something shifted on my bed, the covers and sheets rustling loudly. "...Milky?" I asked, stuffing the neck of my beer into my pocket. "That you?"
Milky's blue mane popped out of the sheets, the wavy mass a bit frazzled. "Oh...morning Joel." She let out a ripping yawn as she stood. She bore one of my jackets, the blankets and pillows building a fort around her. "Sorry, I should have told you." She looked me over, eventually spotting my hockey stick. "What's that?"
I realized I was wielding my stick of my head. "Uh-" I tossed it back into the closet, "-nothing." I hurriedly slammed the closet door shut. "...Not into sports."
Milky cocked her head. "Sports?" She scratched her head, "Who said sports?"
I shook my head hard. "Nothing, not that Canadian...have some family in Wisconsin...and Scotland.... Not just Canada." I made sure the closet was shut tight. "Cheeseburger." I looked towards my door. "Had to say something American. Anyways, why are you in my bed?"
"Oh...uh--"
"Not that Canadian...." I stated, wedging it in with the grace of a tractor. "Equestrian if anything now."
Milky cocked an eyebrow, her robe falling off her withers. "Sure. Um, it was cold, and I know you brought a lot more blankets. I was gonna just borrow them, but you said you wanted to date, and your bed is a lot softer than mine so I just kinda...curled up. Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in here the whole night."
I scratched my head, my fingers catching under the straps of my eye patch. "Potion factory got out early, there was a bottling malfunction and love potion spilled everywhere." I looked towards the window, walking over and pulling the curtains open. "Entire place smelled like cherries and sex." I shivered harshly, "Like a stripper orgy."
Milky leaned her head towards me. "Oh...what time is it?"
I pulled my sleeve up. "About, ten or so." I started to pull my over shirt off. "And it's fine if you want to borrow my stuff. Especially if you're cold at night. God knows I don't need it half as much as you do."
Milky snuggled back into the pile of fur blankets. "What's that supposed to mean?"
I let out a sharp sigh as I unbuttoned my shirt. "It means I wear a rug, and lived in a freezer half my life." I opened up my shirt, "Chest like a racoon's ass."
Milky covered her mouth, the frilly bits of her robe coming up over her hooves. "Oh dear Celestia, I thought humans were supposed to be peachy and smooth!"
I closed my shirt up. "Nope. Well, depends. If they tried to wax my chest there'd be blood. And not mine."
Milky continued to chuckle as I fixed my shirt. "Oh...I kinda,"- she lifted up her back hooves, a pair of my socks ripped and stretched over her hooves, -"ripped them."
I frowned roughly. "I liked those socks." I rubbed my chin. "Is it really that cold? You're wearing my shirt, a robe, socks, blankets everywhere." I looked at the thermometer I pasted to my window. "It's barely negative three!"
I scoffed, "Yeah, but that means it's probably above freezing inside!" I turned the the second themometer I kept hanging from the overhead light. "Yeah, see! It's like three degrees!"
Milky pouted, her face snapping my scolding in two. "I'm sorry I'm not a polar bear."
I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "Uh...sorry about that. Maybe got a little too excited."
Milky nodded, "Just a little."
I leaned back and forth on my heels. "So, we still going out tomorrow?"
Milky nestled back into the covers. "Yes, why?"
I shook my head. "Just a little nervous. Don't want to offend you if I can avoid it."
Milky smiled softly, "Joel, you're one of the nicest humans I've met. Most are kinda...mean, or, just odd."
I rubbed my cheeks. "Don't be too rough on em." I walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her. "Thing most people don't know is, not many normal people came to Equestria."
Milky scooted next to me. "What? You're normal, I've seen normal humans."
I nodded, "Aye, but the vast majority had some sort of reason for coming here. A lot of veterans, foreigners, people running away from something. Or ya get the domestics, looking for something. Some folk are looking for a new life, some a chance, some love, some work. I got lucky, I waited, came here a little later and found a job real quick. Others, people who came here first, they'll adapt slower, they'll fit in slower. They came running, for something or from something, and that's not going to make a healthy person right away."
Milky stared at me, "I suppose. But you don't seem like you're looking for something. Are you running?"
I took a deep breath. "No, not running. I'm definitely trying to get away from home, but it's more of an adventure for me." I rubbed my forehead. "I had a nice life back home, but I thought I could make another great life over here. I went from good to great, most humans I've met are going from bad to good, and they'll just need time to adjust."
Milky frowned softly, "They seem to swear a lot too. But you don't."
I shrugged, "All depends on where you're from. City folk tend to swear more in my observations. But, military folks top them. Military city boys, oh geez...don't even get me started." I chuckled softly, "But if they can find some calm here, after a time, even if they're pricks when the come here, give them time and they'll find their place."
Milky looked down at her hooves. "You just seem oddly comfortable, like you should have lived here your whole life."
I took a deep breath. "Milky...do you know how I lost my eye?" I asked, turning to her. The left side of her face was covered up by my blind spot. "I won't tell you the story unless you ask."
Milky looked me in the face. "I wasn't going to."
"I'd prefer if you did." I stated, folding my hands neatly on my lap. "It's nothing too terrible, I assure ya."
Milky looked me up and down, eventually placing a hoof on my thigh. "Joel, what did happen?"
I bit my lip, "When I got here, about a year and a half ago, I got my job real quick. I was helping mix potions and such, when the factory was still working out of a garage. One of the ponies I was working with added too much nickle, and boom." I slapped the bed, "Bottle exploded."
Milky pulled her hoof off my thigh. "Oh. And that's--"
"I got the worst of it. Tore up my face something bad, but that's all fixed." I rubbed my covered eye. "Even my eye is in one piece, but it just doesn't work." I turned to the wall, the beige monster bare and lonely. "Point is, I spent about four months off work. I was in therapy, physical and emotional, and while I was there ya know what I did?"
Milky carefully placed a hoof on my arm. "What happened?"
I held my arms out. "I got used to living here." I let my arms flop to my sides. "I got over you all being ponies. I got over the magic, I got over my eye, I just moved on. I think, if I hadn't of lost my eye, if I hadn't gone through the therapy, I wouldn't be as settled in as I am. I'd be a little angry, bitter, I'd have the stigma of you being a pony. And let me tell you, say it's not there all you want, it's there. You can see it, even with couples. Humans get bugged about being with a pony."
Milky let her hoof trace down my arm. "But it doesn't bother you?"
I lowered my head. "I've had a lot of free time to get over it. And I've met a lot of good people. I get pangs, moments of clarity where I wonder what I'm doing. But I always think about the people, ponies, everyone and everything I have here, and it's all worth it."
Milky leaned against my arm. "And me?" She looked up at me, chin resting against my shoulder. "You get the pangs when you look at me?"
I stared down at the beautiful mare. "I do." I stated clear as day. "But each time they get weaker." I placed my free hand on her hoof. "You're the first pony I've actually dated, or tried to date. It's a bit odd, but you're beautiful, you're kind, and you're helping me push past the bad feelings."
Milky lowered her chin, clutching my right arm tight. "That's sweet."
I rubbed my cheeks. "I suppose it is." I carefully took my eye patch off. "Now, you can stay in here, use my bed, if you want."
Milky refused to let my arm go. "And what about you?"
I rubbed my throat, "I'll sleep on the couch. And don't try and pull me into bed, I just want to take this slow. We rush this, there's more chance things will go wrong."
Milky nodded, rubbing my shoulder with her chin. "Alright." She looked up at me, her vision shifted to the right. "Your eye...it's--"
"A lot of colors, I know." I covered it with my palm. "The potion that exploded was a hell of a deal."
Milky smiled at me. "It's pretty."
My heart warmed up, the cold of the room seeming completely inconsequential. "Thanks Milky. You're pretty too." I shifted uncomfortably, the bottle in my pocket having since numbed my leg. "Milky...you want some beer?"
I stood on the main floor of the factory. Ponies and a few other races were scattered around, mopping up after the spill. "I'm really sorry Milky, I didn't think--"
Milky shifted in her seat. "Huh? Sorry?"
I nodded, my mask slipping off my nose. "I said I'd take you out, and they called me in, I just--"
Milky laughed softly, "This is actually really neat." She looked around the main floor. "It's really clean for a factory."
I continued to mop up the strong smelling mess. "This is the production floor too. You should see where I work." I pulled my mask back over my nose. "R and D is spotless. Bottling is pretty sparkling too."
Milky slumped into the side of her chair. "Am I gonna see it?"
I pushed the thick mass of potion towards the drain. "Uh, why not! It might not be spectacular, but I'll get somepony to order lunch for us all."
Milky smiled, resting on her side. "Hey...what is this stuff?" She pointed a hoof towards the cherry red puddles. "And what exactly happened?"
I shook my head. "There was a leak in the still piping. Love Potion Number Four got everywhere." I turned towards the other ponies, "Frantic, how'd this happen?"
A pony with a bright red mane turned to me, "Screw you!"
"I'm not the one who exploded the pipes!" I shot back, continuing to clean. "Honest accident, but still a pain in the ass."
Milky rubbed her nose. "It's a bit, pungent." She shifted about in her seat. "Good thing I'm wearing panties today."
I pointed to my mask. "Smelling the stuff is one thing, but you actually drink it and man...it's- it's rough." I turned and continued to mop. "Like aphrodisiac and Viagra...and something else that I don't know how to describe."
Milky cocked her head. "What do you mean?"
I stopped mopping, "Uh-" I leaned against my mop, "-it makes your cum thicker, makes you cum more, and cha- it's basically a good time in bed." I scratched under my mask. "We've got other stuff to. Stuff to turn ponies into griffons, griffons into humans, all sorts of things. Things for memory, for gender changes, basically anything you want you can buy here." I looked towards the large windows that overlooked the floor. "I think there's actually an outlet in the mall."
Milky leaned against the arm of the chair. "There's a store here? Where?"
I let out a deep sigh. "Holly, can you come here?" I called out, watching as a griffon peeked up over the crowd. "Holly--"
The tanned beast hopped over the crowd, slamming down next to me. "What?"
I pointed to Milky, "Can you go show her the shop? I'll take your work, you do me this solid."
Holly nodded, "You want me to take your c--"
"Right-right." I pulled my wallet out, grabbing my ID and taking it over to Milky. "I get a discount, you know how it goes."
Milky stuffed the card into her mane. "Alright, I guess I'll be there until you're done." The pair of Equestrians left me, hurrying down the hall towards the shop. I took my time, continuing to mop the white concrete down. The smell of cherries was still powerful, but the baser stench of bodily fluids had dried out. My mind wandered to what Milky would buy, my card pushing her money to the most efficient level it could.
I had to imagine she'd fill up a cart with everything she would get, and I dared imagine some uses. "She'd look really cute as a human...." I mumbled, looking down at the mop, "Freckles and all...." I obviously tried to avoid thinking about her endowments, but they presented something rather noticeable. "... I wonder if she'd have freckles on her chest too...." I stopped mopping, pressing the handle between my legs. "... God I hope so."
I went back to mopping. The floor was slowly cleaned off, the smell swirling down a drain in the canter of the room. The silvery stills and equipment would have to be hand cleaned, and I was just called in to help with the grunt work. Of all the workers in R and D I was one of two called in, and one of three people in the department that could use a mop without falling over.
"Hey Joel." A perky minty blue pony bumped my flank. "How's the brew?"
I looked back at my coworker, "Which one? Silver Streak is coming along well, no side effects besides the hair color thing, and I think that's a selling point if we spin it right."
Spearmint shook her head. "No...the real brew, the one you're keeping secret from the boss."
I scratched between my eyebrows. "Oh...the beer." I moved my hand down to my neck. "Had some last night. Better than the gnats' piss they sell in town."
Spear scoffed, "Well that's not hard. Besides it's all imported, from American and junk."
I shook my head. "You'd think they'd get some good Canadian brew, but no, the go with the worst nation at beer." I shook my head in disgust. "Can't even spell light right, how the hell they think they can brew?"
Spear shrugged, standing on two hooves. "I don't know man, I tried it and it wasn't too bad."
"Yeah, but you're a mare. Shouldn't you be drinking schnapps or some crap like that, wine, girl drinks."
Spear glared at me, her chest heaving as she balanced herself upright with the mop. "Friend, I will drink you under the table--"
I shook my head, "We had this fight, remember?" I walked over to the wall, setting my mop down. "Of course you can't, because you were blackout drunk."
Spear started to speak, snapping her maw shut half way. "Uh.... What did--"
I dug into my pocket. "I took a picture." I found my wallet. I popped it open and pulled the picture, "Want to see what you look like after a bottle of Jack?"
Spear went a bit pale. "No, and screw you. You're not supposed to take pictures of me!" Spear grabbed the picture with her magic, falling back to four hooves as she looked at it. "Oh...aw...that's cute."
I took the picture back, leading Spear to the locker room. "Passed out, belly up on my lap. You called me your dad."
Spear puffed out her cheeks as I took a hard left down another white hall. "Was I flirting, or- like...was it weird?"
I pushed into the locker room. "It was to funny to be weird. Carrie and Skinny were there, we all just started laughing."
Spear shivered, following me slowly towards my locker. "Your liver must look like crap. I mean, how much--"
"Sweetheart, you can't handle your booze." I changed out my jacket for a fresh one, the metal door of my locker pasted with picture of Milky. "It was like, two doubles and you were out."
Spear reared up, holding her hooves out. "Wait-wait-wait, was this that night I woke up on your couch?"
I nodded, zipping up my jacket and closing up my locker. "Yeah, I didn't want to risk you getting raped or tossed about, or kidnapped, or something like that." I started off towards the front of the factory, my boots squeaking against the smooth concrete floor. "Besides, it's not weird is it?"
Spear coughed softly, "Um...a little." She kicked a bottle cap down the hall, "You're with that mare you brought in, right?"
I stopped in the hall. "Uh, is there something you want to tell me?" I turned on my heel, facing the short mare. "Crush?"
Spearmint grew a bit pink. "Just a little one. I mean, we talked a lot in rehab, remember?"
I rubbed my arm. "Yeah, but you never really pushed. I'd heard mares in Equestria were supposed to take the first step."
Spear popped her mouth open, "Ah, I read human men are supposed to take the first step! Dude, I would have asked you out a long time back if I'd known!"
I scratched under the straps on my eyepatch. "Bummer. But I probably would have said no anyways."
"Oh wo--"
I shook my head, nearly lifting off my patch. "No, not like that. But if we dated, it wouldn't go anywhere. I like you too much as a friend to complicate things like that." I stretched my arms, "I'm not going to lose you just because things didn't work out romantically."
Spear smiled softly, "Yeah, to be honest I wasn't all that hyped to be with a human. I mean, you're a sweet guy, but I'm honestly not that into your people."
"Totally understandable." I stated, "To be honest I just talked with Milky about it."
Spear scratched her jaw, "Trouble in paradise?"
I laughed, starting off down the hall again. "Quite the opposite I think. Things go well today gonna sleep together."
Spear frowned, cocking her head hard. "That soon? I mean, I know she's an earth pony, but--"
"No, just sleep." I fixed my jacket. "It's cold out, and she's only been living in Van Hoover about as long as me. Not used to the cold, so sharing a bed is for warmth's sake."
Spear chuckled, pinching my cheek as she walked past. "That's adorable. But, here's my question," she flicked her tail against the wall. "You gonna be big spoon, or you gonna be a bitch and be little spoon?"
I suppressed a laugh. "Little spoon--"
"Laaame!"
I bumped Spear with my hip as I walked on. "I know. But I just want things to go slow. A slow simmer is all the better when things finally boil over."
Spear rolled her eyes. "Or, you could not bring up our job. It's like milking a stallion, gotta go slow, let it build up, then finally when everything's right, boom, cum everywhere."
I stared at the short mare, her horn sparking lightly. "You weren't wearing your mask in the main floor, were you?"
Spearmint chuckled loudly, her laugh slowly petering out. "Ha- haaaa, no I was not. But you said you weren't interested, so I'm gonna be as weird as possible!"
I smiled, "Half the staff is gonna be pregnant by the weekend."
Spearmint giggled, "The Great Potion Spill of Four Years After Luna's Return! May it be remembered as the conception of an entire generation!" She leaned against my leg. "Oh Celestia, my vagina is so hot...."
I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. "Jesus- me and Milky were going to go shopping, you want us to drop you off at the Bad Dragon outlet?"
"So, what'd ya get?" I asked, stepping out of the factory with Milky in tow. "Sounds like a six pack in there. All that clinking--"
Milky shifted herself to the right, looking back at me with a grin. "Don't worry about it. Also, don't let me forget to pick up firewood."
I looked around the mall, bustling northern ponies pushing about with only the occasional human to mix things up. "In a mall?" I looked at the rather proper looking shops. "Shog that, I'll just hack down a tree, go full Sasquatch."
Milky spun around, walking backwards down the cobblestone street. "Cut down a tree? We can just buy--"
I walked past her, leading her towards the shop I knew of. The cold day starting to warm up as the sun crested over the buildings. "Yeah, we could just buy some. But I like doing stuff." I swung back around, boots grinding against the ground and salt. "Besides, gonna buy from here right? Don't want to spend too much right now."
Milky rolled her eyes and sauntered towards the feminine looking store. "It's not that big a deal. I mean honestly, it's fine."
I leaned to the side, spotting her breasts slipping out of her bra. I walked around behind her, grabbing the straps of her bra and hoisting them up as discreetly as I could. "Seems like a bigger problem than you make it out to be." I hugged my hips against her flank and gave her other side a soft tap. I rubbed her cutiemark softly. "Cold out, right?"
Milky looked up at me, mouth scrunched up slightly. "Not in public...." Her voice was soft, less angry and more annoyed.
I walked to the door, standing off to the side and waiting for Milky to take the lead. "You were dipping out. Better to fix it than--"
"Ponies don't wear clothes, remember?" She smiled at me, brushing me with her tail as she walked inside. "Before humans, it was generally just letting things hang loose." She bumped me with her flank, singling me to follow her inside the fruity smelling shop. "Nice of ya'll to make em match." She flicked her tail at me, her panties only a single glint compared to her coat. "Can't even tell, can you?"
"Well I can, but they're riding up on you." I snickered, following Milky past a perky shopmare.
"What?!" Milky tried to look behind her, spinning around in place. "Is that why--"
"The bottles on your flank are giving you a wedgie." I laughed, watching Milky walk in a circle. "Come on, let me take the bags." I extended a hand to her, offering to scoop up the saddlebags. "I promise I won't look."
Milky stopped turning and stared at me. "You're a bad Liar Joel, look in your eye says you're gonna look." She turned to me and bumped her flank up. "Look if you really want. Just don't go showing it off."
I took the leather bound bags from her, hoisting the clanking mess over my shoulders. "Personal stuff? I think that's all I need to know." I laughed gently watching Milky's tail swish angrily. "You gonna be alright in here?"
Milky spun around. "What, you're not going to help me?" She cocked her head, a soft frown on her face. "You're just leaving me here?"
I scratched my head, my fingers catching along the back of my eye-patch. "I'm doubtful they'd want me ducking into a changing room with you. Might think something dirty."
Milky pouted sharply. "Well maybe I want them to."
I felt my guts heat up. "Well maybe I don't." I ducked down. "Maybe I'd sneak in."
Milked walked up to me, keeping her head low. "Maybe I'd like that...."
I felt myself start to heat up rather heavily. I took a deep breath, feeling someone watch me. "Don't take long." I stood up and adjusted the bottle ladened sack over my shoulder. "Get something strong, I'll be waiting at home."
Milky reached out, rubbing my knee with her hoof. "Are you sure?"
I dug my hand into my pocket, pulling out my coins. "Yes." I dropped two-hundred bits into her hoof. "Get something lacy--"
"I'll find something sexy." She stated, taking the coins from me.
I felt my groin heat up, radiating out into my stomach. "Right...I'll start a fire." I backed up, walking a bit stiff. "Bye." I waved her goodbye, hurrying out into the cold open air mall. She stood there, waiting in the pricy shop, money laden and safe. I hurried through the busy plaza, holding myself tight with my coat. "Better hurry."
I tore down the market. Each step grinding against the salted bricks. The sun felt warm against my back as I hurried towards a small catering shop. I was slowly concocting a magical plan for the night. It was going to be special, it had to be. I stepped into the shop, throwing the doors open with a soft jingle of the door bell. "Oi, I need something!" I shouted into the empty front. "Hello?"
A bored looking pegasus popped his eyes open and waved me down. "Aye, what ya want?"
I looked around the plain burgundy shop. It was quiet, simple, but with a strange essence of Breton France in it. "I need dinner for a mare. A special mare." I walked up to the pale wood counter. "Delivered," I slapped a pair of coins down, ",money isn't an issue."
The pony behind the counter nodded. "Alright. That's- oh...that kind of special." The pony chuckled as he looked at the coins. "I'll see what we can do for you."
I stood out in the cold with a unicorn by my side. "Right, you know the deal, right?" I asked, swinging my axe into a sizable spruce tree.
The unicorn nodded. "You said, right, twice, but yeah. Dry the wood, I get a cut."
I nodded and adjusted the wedge along the tree's new cut. "Aye. Bloody magical you--"
"By the way, you didn't tell her how we do this right?" My neighbor scratched at the snow covered ground with a single hoof. "Because I could get in a lot of trouble if people found out I was doing this."
I stopped chopping and looked over to him. "What? Ya can get in trouble for drying wood with your magic?"
The unicorn bit his tongue and cocked his head. "It's technically pyromancy, and that is super illegal."
I scratched my head, my coat rustling loudly as I stepped away from the tree. "Pyromancy is illegal?" I pushed the tree, causing it to tip over and snap. It landed with a soft piney thud. I swung my axe into it a few times until it was split up into several different lengths and stepped back. "How long?"
"Thousands of years man, since Equestria has been around, at least." My neighbor tapped the wood with his hoof, the logs smoking for a few seconds before crunching up loudly. The smell of smoke drifted up to my nose, thick and warm. "That good?"
I shrugged. "Probably shoulda cut it to size before you did that, but I'll make it work." I grabbed the log, hot to the touch even through my gloves. "It really is fire magic, ain't it?"
My neighbor bit his tongue. "I heat it up until the water is pushed out and its dried by heat alone."
I shrugged. "Well, I'll be sure to send you some wood after this evening, alright." I stuffed a few bits of wood into my arms and turned to my house. "Got a date--"
"With the milk mare? Lucky you." He scratched at the snow. "Does she know you're rich?"
I shook my head. "She knows about the potion factory. I think that's enough--"
My neighbor followed me to the door. "But she doesn't know you own it? Or the whole, I helped stabilize the business with the Zebras."
I shook my head again and kicked the door open. "It's not a big deal. Zebras knew this stuff for a while, I'm just breaking it down to science instead of skill."
"Science, and skill." He smiled and nodded. "I mean, being modest is good, but you brought it to everypony. Back when it was just zebras it was low quality stuff from back alley deals. And no zebra could do the stuff you do, they couldn't bring that quality of stuff to the table."
I leaned back, letting the wood rest against my chest. "I got taught by a zebra, she just didn't seem to want to be all crazy about it. Simple lady, simple needs, I just added to what she taught me."
My neighbor nodded again. "Sure, but why aren't you telling her?" He frowned softly and stepped back into the snowy plot of land me and Milky shared. "Afraid she'll go after your money?"
I stretched my neck. "Not exactly.... I'm afraid it'll change how she sees me. She seemed like she- I mean.... I don't think her and I are really the question, I can see things going well regardless of the money or not, I just don't want her to change how she acts around me." I Scratched my ear. "Least, that's what it feels like. I could just be scared."
My neighbor shrugged. "Well, I think you should tell her, but it's up to you man." He turned to the woods that surrounded us. "Later, and good luck!"
I backed into my home. "I don't need luck. I'm charmed, charming, and invested." I swung myself into my warm home and carried the wood into the den. The smell of smoke was still steaming off the freshly flash dried pine. I needed to saw them down to something more manageable and get the catering in order. Tonight had to be good, I'd promised, and I wasn't about to be made a fool.
I scratched at my eyepatch. "Pissy thing." I lifted it up and blinked a few times. "Itchy...." I rubbed my eye with my pinky. A damp feeling clung to my finger as I pulled away. A scratchy red was speckled over my finger. "...Blood?" I touched my eye again. Deeper red smeared across my skin. "That's blood...."
I flipped my eyepatch down and took a deep breath. "Alright...make it through the night." I rubbed my chest, digging my hand under my coats to get to my skin. "Easy...you're young, you'll heal." I pressed against my eye with my wrist.
I had to saw, I had a date, I had ponies to direct, dinner to have, mare pussy to eat as well. I wasn't about to let some rainbow hued eye bleed all over the night I had planned. I'd scoop the thing out with a spoon before I let it get in the way. I hurried and set the logs down on the stone floor near the fireplace. I could push any sawdust into the fire pit, but I needed to hurry, I didn't want to die without at least letting her enjoy dinner first.
