From 4chan, http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/28099179#p28142601
 
La Chevache qui Rit
 
Milkmanonymous 1/2
 
>day 2% milkfat in Equestria
>you're visiting Raricow today
>giving her a helping hand
>or two
>literally
>Raricow is temporarily stuck as a cow, you see
>one of Purpledrank's magical experiments went a bit wrong
>it's supposed to wear off in another day
>but in the meantime...
>"Oh, Anonymous, darling! I'm so glad to see you!"
>"I know It's not ladylike to complain, but my udders are so full that they're starting to hurt again!"
>"And you're such a gentleman about it, too"
>you sit on a comically tiny stool while you milk her into a bucket
>she's looking back over her shoulder at you, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded
>"Mmm, such a gentlecolt. And you warmed up your hands before touching me. You're so polite!"
>it occurs to you that with her telekinesis she is almost certainly capable of milking herself
>"Don't stop now! Don't you dare!"
>her moans sound distinctly sexual
>you try to concentrate on the task at hand
>you visit her to milk her three times a day, and every time she produces two or two and a half gallons of milk
>about eight gallons a day
>some of your family were dairy farmers back home
>Holstein cows that weigh three quarters of a ton are often hard pressed to give eight gallons of milk a day, and that's eating a hundred pounds of protein-enriched dairy cow feed
>Rarity weighs half than you do, this should not be remotely possible
>but the first thing you learned when you ended up here is that pony magic is reality-h4x bullshit and common sense no longer applies
>so Rarity is moaning like she's about to drop her rocks
>given that you are basically fondling her teats to get the milk out, she probably is
>it bothers you that she's asked you to come in here to do this for her
>but it bothers you more that you see Sweetie Belle watching from the staircase
>at least that kills your incipient boner
>...and, here it comes, just like yesterday
>"Hold me, Darling! Hold me!" and you hug her around the neck while she convulses
 
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Milkmanonymous 2/2
 
>and, let's see...
>from beneath her tail, SPLOOSH
>you suspect she could drown a toddler in her panties--if she wore panties
>she sighs in your arms, panting, exhausted
>and gives you a goofy smile
>"Just think, after tomorrow, this won't be necessary any more."
"Will you need me to come back in about eight hours?"
>"Of course, Darling. And perhaps I'll have something special for you."
>that'd be nice, you suppose
>"In the meantime, please be a dear leave a quart in the refrigerator and take the rest to Applejack."
>Applejack will make it into butter, or cheese, or something
>or maybe just resell it to the grocer in town
>you wonder whether the other ponies in town know exactly what they're been putting on their cornflakes every morning this week
"Shall I help you clean that up?" you say, gesturing to the steaming puddle of cow vagina mucus she just ejected onto the floor
>"Oh, dear. Yes, please."
>and Sweetie Belle is still watching as you mop up
>you think you'd best get going, because you don't even want to hear this awkward conversation
>you carry the galvanized steel milk buckets down the street
>a grinning mint green unicorn is following you again
>she hasn't been brave enough to talk
>yet
>"Oh, uh. Hi there. My name's Lyra."
"Hello."
>"Are you the human?"
>you briefly ponder saying "No, I'm a dancing bear."
>"Because I hear you can do really amazing things with your hands."
>you stare at her
>"Like, uh." she stumbles. "Really amazing."
>just when the day couldn't get any more awkward
>while she chatters at you, you wonder idly whether the cheese in the local market is going to have Rarity's face on the label
>You hate your life.
>"What's the matter," asks the green pony
>"Aren't you into ponies? That's okay. I could be a cow for you."
>she didn't just say that
>you stare at her. She looks earnest. Painfully so.
>you hate your life even more than you did thirty seconds ago
>it was a low-fat dairy products day