Milky Thread Short Stories

>Day Super Tits in Equestria

>Be Milky the Milk Mare.

>Be delivering milk to eerybody in Trottingham

>You'd be done by now if you didn't have a certain pest bothering you.

>A certain pest by the name of Discord.

>You don't know how it happened or why, but he came to you and he won't leave.

>The worst part, you desperately need to finish your route so you can go home and relieve your sensitive breasts.

>But Discord keeps slowing you down by either making ponies avoid you, or by poking your now lactating teats as you walk.

>It's not enough that your day is ruined, HE has to make you leak too!

"Discord, for the tenth time, stop it."

>Discord slithers around until he's in front of you.

>He has a look of innocence that you know is faker than Red Light's breast implants.

>"Stop what? This?"

>He snaps his claws and you swear your babies are being handled quite roughly.

>In your state its quite painful, especially now that he's switched from groping, to letting them slap against each other.

>And now... they won't stop. The force exerted from one breast is enough to make the other one move.

>They now swing from side to side, they don't stop until you finally set down your baskets and push them on the ground.

"Discord, please, I can't take it anymore!"

>"Okay, okay fine, I'll stop."

>You look up to him hopefully.

"Really?"

>"Ha, nope." he snaps his talons again, and you feel something stick themselves into the sides of your breasts.

>You look to find that he's stuck two hoses into them, you look back to the Draconequus and see he's got two bicycle pumps in his claws.

>You give him what you hope to be an angry glare.

"Discord, don't you dare..."

>He cackles madly in response before rapidly pumping the pumps as fast as he can.

>You gasp as you feel you breasts start to expand in size, all too soon you feel your hooves leave the ground.

"What's happening?!" you shriek as you start to rise further from the ground.

>"Chaos, my dear! Wonderful Chaos!" he shouts, his hands now blurred from how fast he's putting air into your breasts.

>By now your tits have grown to an epicly disproportionate size.

>Finally, after a few minutes, he stops pumping.

>Unfortunately, your breasts are so large they could probably crush Canterlot Castle.

>How your haven't exploded from this expansion is beyond your understanding.

>Needless to say, you're freaking out. If you so happen to roll you'll be crushed.

"S-Somebody, anybody, HEEEEEEEEELP!" your cries fall on deaf ears, you're too high up.

>You're actually starting to get a little cold...

>Meanwhile, Discord is busy laughing his ass off at his latest prank, but he isn't done yet.

>"Time for the MANE event! hehehe!" And with that he floats over to your now erect nipples... and flicks them.

>That starts a chain reaction in your breasts. You can feel the now lake sized portions of milk rumble within.

"N-no, no no no no" you start repeating the word over and over again. You know what's coming...

>Suddenly milk fires from your nipples so strongly you're able to obtain lift off.

>No one can hear you scream as your rocket into the sky, covering Trottingham in gallons upon gallons of milk.

>You fly higher and higher into the sky, and eventually you break through the atmosphere.

>Thankfully Discord provides you with a space suit of sorts... but he leaves your nipples exposed.

>Now screaming into your helmet, you're forced to go wherever your rocket tits take you

>Which... is around the entire planet.... Equus now has multiple milk rings surrounding it.

>Any asteroid that gets to close dissolves in the milky substance.

>You have no idea when your tits will finally cease their torrent...

>Today was a "God damn it Discord" kind of day.

 

 

>"Milky! We need those jars filled on the double!" A Unicorn stallion sits nearby, sweating nervously while shifting his gaze from side to side.

>He should be acting cautious considering he lost hundreds of ponies their hard earned Milk.

>The CEO of First National Milky desperately needs a bailout from your breasts.

>Unfortunately seven thousand jars of milk is quite a feat even for your engorged teats.

>Discord is doing the best he can filling each jar and putting them onto a nearby conveyor belt.

>He regrets making your breasts as big as he did, apparently ponies started to worship your tits to the point of creating a nation dedicated to them.

>It was even Discord's idea to go with it, he said he'd be your VP.

>Now, judging by the sweat pouring from his brow, he's starting to hate his job.

>"Oi, the milker is working as fast as it can, it can't take much more!" You adjust your position on your giant tits to look at your VP.

>"Discord, twist those tops faster! I need you to start kneading my breasts!"

>At this point the poor Draconequus is crying.

>"I'm doing the best I can stop yelling at me!" It isn't until that time do you realize you need to give Discord a little pep talk.

>On your orders the production of your delicious liquid has been stopped temporarily.

>"Discord?" He sniffles before wiping the tears from his eyes.

>"Y-Yes?" You beckon for him to come closer.

>He does so, he floats all the way to eye level with you.

>"W-what is it Ms. Presid-" you don't let him finish. You strike him across the face with a hoof.

>"You did this to me you poor excuse of a villain! Now get down there and MILK ME DAMN IT!'

>Fearful of your wrath he salutes before starting to cry yet again.

>You'd be concerned if production of milk jars didn't triple from you slapping him.

>Sure he's a bit rough, but he's getting the job done.

>Today was a government bailout kind of day.

 

 

>"Discord..." you search your house for the soon to be dead Draconequus.

>"Hehehehe," his incessant giggling is getting on your last nerves, as is his latest prank.

>"If you don't come out your punishment is gonna be worse," you warn.

>You check under each chair, in each drawer, and all around your property.

>No little prankster to be found anywhere in your house, but you can certainly hear him laughing.

>You probably would be too, if he did it to a pony like Red Light or something.

>But instead he chose you to be his target yet again.

>You don't know what he did, but for some reason your tits haven't stopped jiggling.

>When you had to hop a little to reach something on the top shelf of a cupboard they jiggled.

>That was two hours ago... AND THEY HAVEN'T STOPPED!

>"Discord get down here and FIX MY TITS!" you scream at the top of your lungs.

>Unfortunately you don't notice the amount of ponies staring, until you turn around.

>Dozens of Trottingham's denizens were walking by your home...

>And now they heard about your problem, and they can see it.

>Colts becoming stallions stare at you wide eyed... and with erections...

>Stallions cover their children's ears and eyes. Others run away as far and as fast as they can.

>All the while you just stand there in your front yard, your face beet red with embarrassment.

>"Oh my goodness that's rich!" Discord cries before looking out one of your windows.

>When you turn to face him your embarrassment switches to an unending fury in less than a second.

>Unleashing an angry roar you run back into your house.

>Discord quickly sticks his head back inside to try and hide again, but it's too late.

>You've got him cornered in your pantry, with each menacing step he starts to freak out a little more.

>"P-please don't hurt me, I-I only gave you breast physics!" he cries.

>"What kind of physics are these?!" you shout before standing on your hind hooves.

>One breast jiggles clockwise while the other is bouncing counter-clockwise.

 

>"I got them out of a video game!"

>"What's a video game?!"

>"I don't know!" he bellows before curling up into a little ball.

>Yeah, he's dead. You take a few more steps before you're forced to stop again.

>This time, it's because you feel an uncomfortable pressure building in your breasts.

>You need to drain yourself, but with them moving that's an impossibility.

>Discord notices your uncomfortable fidgeting, and he gets an idea.

>A wonderful, horrible, awful idea. He smiles widely before taking to the air.

>He overs over to you and he holds his talons up.

>"You know, I can help with this right?" You glare up at him.

>"Discord... don't you," he snaps his talons, "...dare..."

>You rear back on your hind legs... and the horror begins.

>Milk sprays from your tits in a torrent.

>Not knowing what to do you end up screaming and running out of your pantry.

>You leave that room covered in a new coat of white paint.

>Poor Discord wasn't spared the wrath of your ever bouncing boobs.

>Eventually, your running to your milking machine proves futile.

>Before you can get to the room the excess milk causes you to slip... then slide....

>A nearby window seems to be your destination, and with no way to stop yourself you shut your eyes and prepare for the inevitable...

 

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>"Bran, what are we doing here again?" Cookie looks up to her friend as they walk about town.

>"Everyp0ny's saying something's wrong with Milky, we're gonna see what they're talking about." He smiles when her house comes into view.

>Cookie grumbles before looking away, "Why can't you look excited to see me?" she whispers.

>"What was that?"

>"Nothing at all."

>"If you say so... do you hear screaming?" When your two friends get to your yard they listen in.

>It's at that time you come sliding through your second floor window.

 

>Still screaming, you go flying out of your window. Luckily the glass doesn't cut you.

>Poor Bran and Cookie are forced to catch you in order to keep you from breaking your neck.

>"Oh Celestia, Milky what's wrong with your tits?" Cookie exclaims.

>"Discord did this to me," you answer as they help you to your hooves.

>With you finally finding your balance you turn to them and show off what he did.

>Both stare wide eyed as your ever moving tits spray milk like wild fire hoses.

>Bran's eye starts to twitch from the site as he and Cookie are covered in your milk.

>"Can either of you help me?" You look to the two of them with a hopeful smile.

>"I-I don't know what I can do. What about you Bran?" You and Cookie turn to find him giving your tits a thousand yard stare.

>"I-is he okay?" Cookie shakes her head before backing away.

>"Oh dear..." Cookie pulls out a football helmet from Celestia knows where.

>She places it upon her head before ducking and covering.

>"What's going on?" You look between the two before Bran's body starts to shake.

>"INCOMING SPAGHETTI!" Cookie cries at the top of her lungs.

>Every p0ny within hearing distance run to their homes.

>Pegasi take to the skies in hopes of clearing town while unicorns teleport away.

>"Oh ho this is gonna be good." Discord whispers from the safety of Milky's home.

>He puts on a pair of 3d glasses and summons a bucket of popcorn before reclining back to watch the show...

 

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>The ponies that managed to flee the town turn back to watch the events unfold.

>Seconds later a mushroom cloud of pasta sauce erupts from somewhere in Trottingham.

>Milk spews in a geyser a few seconds later, giving the town an extra coating with the sauce.

>Trottingham now has an excess of both pasta and milk.

>Today was an okay day.

 

 

>Day Breast Caner in Trottingham

>Bran is currently sitting on your couch, he shifts nervously while looking around your living room.

>He always seems to get like this when you're alone, but you can never figure out why.

>All the while you're pacing around in front of him, trying to find the right way to tell him your problem.

>But that's not what's important, what is, is the reason you brought him over.

>You found a lump on one of your breasts this morning, and that scared you.

>It's something you've never experienced before, you think Discord may be to blame.

>Having you around all that chaotic magic must have done something to your body.

>With no one to turn to, you thought Bran would be your best option.

>After all, he's one of your best friends, he'll do anything he can to help.

>Another moment of silence passes before Bran finally speaks.

>"S-so, Milky, what's goin on? Is everything alright?" He wipes his brow of sweat.

>"No, everything is not alright Bran." You sigh before sitting on the couch next to him.

>He seems to scoot away and you ignore the gesture.

>"What's the problem?"

>"I... I have a lump on my left breast." Bran's otherwise nervous demeanor seems to disappear when he hears that.

>"H-how? When did you get it, have you gone to a doctor?" he asks. You turn to look and find him eyeing you frantically.

>"W-well, I'm not entirely sure if it's cause for worry or not." You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you continue. "I-I wanted to get a second opinion."

>The deathly silence fills the room yet again.

>You swear you can smell spaghetti, but it couldn't possibly be coming from Bran, he's too busy sweating up a storm.

>"A second opinion?" You nod, "Well, what do you want me to do?" You sigh before getting off the couch, getting on your hind legs, and revealing your breasts to him.

>"I want you to feel and see if you can find anything else wrong with them."

 

>Again, more silence fills the air. Bran is fixated upon your tits.

>He stares, his mouth hanging open in shock all the while.

>Maybe he's already found something wrong...

>"B-Bran? Is everything okay?" you reach out and grab his hoof with yours.

>The poor stallion is shaking like a leaf, and it's only getting worse.

>"H-here, if you don't know h-how to check, let me show you." you trail off before guiding his hoof to your teats.

>You bite down on your lip in order to stifle a whimper.

>As soon as his hoof made contact with your already sensitive breasts you couldn't help but react.

>"J-Just m-move your..." you try to continue, but he's shaking so badly he's causing your breast to jiggle.

>So you look back up to him through half lidded eyes, and red cheeks and ask.

>"I-is there something wrong with my breasts?"

>Bran's eyes shrink to the size of pinpricks, his hoof starts to grab and you in turn squirm under his grip.

>"B-Bran, what you doing that feels weird," you whine. The smell of pasta sauce grows ever noticeable the longer his hoof is on your tit....

 

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>While you deal with your problem, a tour guide is leading a dozen ponies through Trottingham.

>"And if you look to your right you'll see--" the tour guide is cut off when a mushroom cloud of pasta rises from a nearby building.

>When it dissipates the tour guide clears his throat before picking up where he left off.

>"You'll see Bran the Trottingham Spaghetti Factory. It's quite remarkable as it produces pasta faster than any other establishment in the nation."

 

>End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>"If I can't have Brann's seed, then I'll steal it from his son!"

>cue evil laughter.

>Some time later....

 

>"Hi Flakey! Your mom and dad are gone for the day, so I'll watch you."

>"Don't be silly, I know you're getting to be a big colt. But, your mom and dad worry about you ya know?"

>"Do you want something to drink, here hold on..."

>"O-oh my goodness, silly me, my hoof must have slipped, I'll clean it up."

>"There we go all better... Flakey are you okay? Your face is really red..."

>"Oh my, you really are a stallion aren't you?"

>"Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural!"

>"D-Don't worry Flakey, Auntie Milky is gonna take good care of you~"

>"Y-you want me to use my breasts? Oh I get it. Here~"

>"It's so warm Flakey, d-don't be too rough now."

>"Mmmmnnn, I can feel it throbbing~"

>"Auntie's breasts feel good huh?"

>"I can't believe you're pounding them so fiercely you animal~"

>"A-Are you getting close? Try to hold on Flakey~"

>"You can't stand it can you? It's okay, cum in Auntie's tits!"

>....

>"W-wow Flakey, that's a lot..."

>"Hehehe~ you made my breasts all sticky."

>"Aww, don't apologize, I kinda like it~"

>"Here let me clean you up."

>"Mmmph, it's so thick Flakey, let Auntie taste a little more okay?"

>"It's a little salty, are you eating right? I worry about you too..."

>"I think you need to try healthier things... get on your back sweetie."

>"I know you're not drinking enough milk."

>"How about I give you some straight from the tap~"

>"O-oh don't latch on so fast~ Auntie's nipples are sensitive..."

>You can nibble a little, I don't mind."

>"Y-yes just like that Flakey, oh why didn't I use you instead of that old machine?"

>"Look at who's getting hard again. Well you are young~"

>"H-here comes your milk, be sure to drink every drop."

>"MMmmmmmnnn~ you really are a little colt aren't you?"

>"And you didn't spill any? Auntie's so proud of her little nephew~"

>"I know Cookie can't give it to you like I can~"

>"D-do you want to go again?"

>"Here let me help you... oh yes that's it."

>"You're spreading Auntie so much... it's so big~"

>"D-don't thrust in so suddenly! Poor Auntie can't take it~"

>"I-it's been a while Flakey, please try to be gentle~"

>"There you go... just like that.... just like that...."

>"You're hitting all the right spots. Keep going~"

>"You can go a little faster if you wa- Unf!~"

>"Hnng, right there!"

>"Auntie feels so goooood~"

>"J-just a little more... a-are you about to..."

>"Nononono inside, inside!"

>"Anh~ Yessssssss it's so... hot~"

>"You made auntie cum sweetie, I'm so proud of you."

>"Muah. D-don't tell mommy and daddy what we did or we'll have to stop."

>"Aw, don't be sad Flakey, if you visit me we can do it again~"

>"I know I live a little far, but I'll make it worth the trip~"

>"Here let's take a shower Flakey...."

>"Auntie loves you too sweetie, let's do this again sometime~"

 

>End