Immediately after her check-up, Bonbon invites you to come straight home. The two of you walk through Ponyville, being greeted by everyone you meet, either because they're eager to get to know you or they're already a friend of Bonbon's. About two blocks from your hostess's home, the crowds Peter out, allowing you both some time to chat uninterrupted.
"So, what did Nurse Redheart say about you? My exam was pretty normal, but..." You say, absentmindedly drawing your eyes toward her belly.
Bonbon giggles, "Oh, the usual. 'Hun you need to slim down for the baby.' 'Sweetie you have to watch your fats and salts.' I don't know what Redheart's so worried about, the little darling must have the coziest room for miles with all that extra-mommy to keep 'em warm!"
You share a laugh, and in just a bit you're on Bonbon's doorstep. She coyly rings her own doorbell, just so her darling Lyra can open the door for you. She never actually mentioned what her lover looks like, so it's a bit of a pleasant surprise to meet her. Lyra's a mint green unicorn, slender, especially when you see her standing beside her much portlier wife Bonbon.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Orange," Lyra says, "I'm so glad I had time to redo the guest room, you're going to love it here."
You exchange a quick hoofshake, before Bonbon pushes herself between you two and says, "I'd love to chat, but I'd prefer to do it over a steaming hot dish of your shepherd's pie, Lee."
Lyra smiles, and leads you through the kitchen, to the dining room, where you can see Lyra has already set a place for you around a dish of hot veggies, steamed and drenched in gravy, then covered in hot mashed potatoes. You can't believe they'd be so hospitable to a pony they just met. The three of you take a seat, and Lyra serves Bonbon first, a very hearty helping.
"So," Lyra says, while passing you the dish, "Bonbon mentioned you were expecting. Are you headed home to deliver or...?"
You place a modest portion on your plate, "Oh, no, I don't really have a place to go. I travel a bit and well the father, I didn't expect this so, we didn't... Keep in touch."
"Awful, I'm glad we could help." Lyra says, serving herself last, "Right darling?"
Bonbon didn't hear her, she's got her face dug deep into her plate. She goes on like this for the rest of the night, through dessert too, so you end up speaking exclusively to Lyra. She's nice, if a bit doting, sort of like those mothers and wives you see on TV. Though she's terribly sweet, always checking to see if you're comfortable. Eventually you grow too tired to talk anymore, so Lyra shows you to your room, and manages to leave you a glass of milk while you're not looking.
"Thank you again, Lyra, for everything." You say, snuggling yourself into your blanket. Very warm, as if someone had just washed and dried the sheets today.
"It's the least I could do, sweetie." she says, before turning and closing your door just a crack.
You lean over, and sip a bit of the milk before laying your head down to sleep. But, you can't exactly fall asleep, something's stuck in your head. An odd thought. You take another sip of the milk, thinking maybe that would assuage your mind. Still though, you can't get that odd feeling out of your head, like you're missing something important. You reach a hoof down to the bedside, but no, that can't be it, you've got your bags right here. You smack your lips, another gulp of milk would help you think.
Huh, this milk is... Different. Not bad, but certainly not regular bovine milk. Very tasty, actually, and you end up drinking it much faster than you expected to. You should be courteous, though, and bring your glass to the kitchen. Or, you know, snatch up a bit more of that milk. In any event, you toss you blanket aside and grab the glass in your mouth, making for the kitchen.
"Nng. Careful with those nozzles."
What in Celestia? Are they doing something over there? One of the doors is open just a crack, you figure that must be their bedroom. Feeling a bit, naughty, you bring your eye up to the crack, just to get a glimpse at whatever they're doing.
"All hooked up, ready to go?" You hear Lyra say.
You nearly drop your glass when you drop your jaw. You can't see much, but Bonbon is laying, sprawled out on her bed, and Lyra is casually hooking her up to what you assume is a small milking machine, with a large glass chamber. You trace the nozzle with your eyes, it's actually hooked to her swollen teats. You suddenly realize why that milk was so delicious.
"You know if you keep draining me there won't be any left for the baby..."
"Shh," Lyra says, her hoof resting on the switch, "With our guest around we're going to need a lot more, for ice cream and pie and just for her cereal."
The machine whirrs, and Bonbon lets out a soft gasp. You can her it steadily pump her, but you can't see her tests push and squish against the pumps. You sort of wish you could see it. Every little suck from the machine eeks out a soft moan from Bonbon. She starts to buck her hips a little, biting her lower lip.
"Mm, white gold," Lyra runs a hoof along the container, which is nearly full of mare's milk. She turns a spigot on one side, and a bit of the milk drips it onto her hoof. She samples it, then drips a bit more, and rubs it on her own mammaries. You can't stop staring now, the sight is strangely erotic. The machine picks up it's pace, and Bonbon yelps, bucking forward.
You can't help it, you're to involved now, you...
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