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Emily wasn't accustomed to making decisions while angry. She'd pushed so much frustration and stress down she'd practically forgotten what it felt like to *be* angry. Now she wished she'd let it out much sooner. It was...freeing, just to see the look of speechless shock on their faces when she'd cussed the lot of them out, packed the bag now stored above her, and just left. For all she knew they were still sitting there, trying to grasp what had just happened as four foals had the run of the house.

Emily, on the other hand, was getting to see sky scrapers for the first time.

Ok, and traffic. She didn't even know this many cars existed much less that they could lead to this much noise. Inside the bus she could see them rushing to and fro, on and off the highway, rushing to fill any little gap in bumper to bumper lanes as if that would help, already wondering if she'd need to get one just to travel around. Exactly how freaking big was this place?! Yeah, they called it the 'big city' but when you've spent your whole life on a farm where your nearest neighbor was a mile away and your parents were too ashamed you existed to bring you to the dinky town at the end of the road more than once a fortnight, you lack quite a bit of context.

She'd heard so many stories from the cowgirls she grew up around. Some had spent time in this very place, filling her then young head with stories of wonder and warning to while away the hours spent attached to pumps. In just a few hours she'd get to see how the city lit up the night, drowning out the stars with a multitude of artificial suns. Back on the farm once you stepped out of the house or the barn it was naught but you, the moon, and the sparkles in the sky.

Everything was concrete. It covered all but token trees once past the suburbs, miles upon miles of it both towards the horizon and to the heavens. The drivers and pedestrians she saw barely looked around, using the man made stone as a means to get from place to place without a thought of how unbelievable it really was. Few greeted one another, many on phones or other weird devices chatting away, in their own little worlds and then gone again as the lights changed or the road curved.

Now she was starting to question her decision. Not that she wasn't still angry. Oh, no, she was quite livid. But would that carry her far here? Her savings wouldn't last forever. She'd need a job, a permanent place to stay, food, transportation... "Ugh, dammit, one thin' at a tahm." Fretting didn't help either. The bus would reach its destination soon and she'd be able to sort out the most pressing issue: She forgot to eat before storming out hours ago...

When at last the long ride came to a close, pack slung over her shoulder, Emily took her first steps in her new home. Her hooves clattered against the cobblestone of the sidewalk, realizing quickly just how much she stood out here. The tallest of the milling horde around her barely reached her chest, the mare's clear view soured by the sudden knowledge that her most annoying and distinguishable asset was quite literally perfect height to show off even if she didn't want to. Years of shunning had left her with a bit of a complex about her breasts, and the now keen awareness that the strap of her pack was sinking into her cleavage made it all the worse.

"Dammit..." With a huff she set off, trying not to think about it. A mare with 'proper cow tits' even for her frame stuck out like a sore thumb, the busty Clydesdale catching more than a few furs staring at their rebellious jiggle. "Note t'self. Get a bra..." The frustrated mutter followed her as she made her way along the streets, the baggy shirts the twin giant nuisances forced her to don doing nothing to arrest their motion. Years of being a milk mare far, FAR outstripping anything resembling a reasonable bust size had seen her parents ultimately give up since she was "never going to use the damn things anyway." Now the weight of what little she owned had the fabric stretched tight over her nipples, thick from how often they were drained...drained! "Ah fuck."

Glancing down she confirmed her worry, the fabric already growing wet. The motion and pressure had her rapidly leaking, her morning milking long since compensated for by her production. The now translucent material did a better job showing her off than what it was supposed to do. She had a pump in her pack, but it did her no good without a private place to use it. "Grrrr, this is why you don't travel mad." With little other choice she shifted her pack, holding it up in front of her and getting a number of awwwww's, before the busty leaking mare stomped off. Where to go, where to go... The cowgirls had told her about things like this...

Turning a corner, she caught sight of a storefront. Yes! Places like that had private bathrooms, or something of the sort! "Fratello's" huh? Sounded vaguely familiar, maybe? She shook her head, long auburn hair spilling about. Now wasn't the time. Glancing around as she stepped inside, momentarily awestruck by the automatic door, she didn't mind her greater height in this case. The sign for what she sought popped out before she made a beeline, trying to avoid any and all contact in her compromised state until- "'Please see a sales representative fer a key.' Oh ye've got ta be..."

"Ma'am?" Emily spun around, regretting her reaction immediately as she came face to face with a much smaller cowgirl while suddenly dripping milk from behind her makeshift cover. The soft gray and white furred bovine caught on quickly as she spied the trickle and embarrassed frustration, merely nodding and brandishing a key. "Let me get that for you." Relieved, Emily stepped aside for the similarly busty woman, trying not to stare at how this new face carried a rack equivalent in size on a body half as big, before being quickly ushered inside with her. "Thank ya" was all she could manage before she rushed into a stall, fishing out her pump and getting to work. The familiar *shhhip* of suction starting up had her quite relieved, milk flowing quickly through the cups and pressure starting to drop as she heard the stall next to her open up. "I hope you don't mind. I was on my way to do the same."

The sound of buttons popping and rustling fabric joined the soft hum of the compressor, the overly milky mare silent for a few beats. "N-no, not at all. Been a long ride, an e'en longer since ah missed a milkin'. Ah fergot 'bout the mess ah kin make." A soft, knowing laugh from the other stall put a smile on the stressed mare's lips despite the situation. "Don't I know it. Had to start wearing absorbent pads on busy days when I've no one to cover these breaks. Most people just don't get that the girls have a mind of their own, am I right?" Emily chuckled despite herself, both in relief and incredulity. Was she really so lucky to find a kindred spirit so quickly? "Lucky ah packed th' pump. Nearly fergot the dern thin'. Um...ah'm Emily, bah the way." The familiar splash of milk in the container joined her own, the busty bovine taking care of her own needs. "Susu. Nice to meet you."

What had been an otherwise typically dull night had turned rather interesting with Emily's arrival. Their brief chat while milking made more than clear the mare had little to no idea what to do with herself, and despite her half-hearted protests was plenty grateful to have been talked into exchanging numbers and bought a sandwich. Susu hadn't exactly been especially knowledgeable when she first left the family farm, but compared her the poor dear was practically sheltered!

The apartment block Emily had found turned out to be a short walk from Susu's own, the cowgirl enjoying the morning breeze as she waited for her new friend on the sidewalk. It was going to be a nice sunny early summer day, the bovine's sun dress flowing around her hooves and inevitably tightening around her hips, little to be done about showing off the curve of a body made to breed. It was likewise more loose around her arms, but with a bust most people did double takes for it was a miracle she found anything cute to fit over them much less have room. Earlier the stares would have bothered her, the flustered tripping or distracted bumping into others making her seek cover, but now it hardly warranted notice. Emily's self-consciousness would hopefully fade as well with time. She had nothing to hide, after all~ With how exhausted the mare had been once they'd gotten everything in order her sparse belongings were a bit of a blessing, but if she intended to live here for any stretch she needed real accommodations. What better way to get to know her better and help her out than with a girls' day on the town?

The clop of hooves got her attention as the main door creaked open, Emily having to duck to get through the frame designed for one at least a foot shorter. Her wardrobe wasn't what one might call fashionable, her practical mindset on full display...as was her cleavage as she leaned down. Susu made mental note of that for when they went shopping for something more fun. Emily already had a bit of a complex about her girls, no need to make it worse with unintentionally displaying them to everyone. A pair of jeans that hung almost ridiculously loose over her hooves just to be able to fit over those huge thighs and hips hugged Emily's lower half. A likewise ill-fitting shirt that hid the curve of her stomach but stretched tight over her chest adorned her top. With no bra Emily'd taken her suggestion to wear a second layer, giving her more support and modesty, but before long they'd have to get her measured. By the look of things the two of them might be able to borrow each other's... "Y'really don' need t'-" Susu quickly shushed her new friend, grabbing her hand and leading her along. "Maybe not, but I want to. Don't worry so much about it."

Simply walking down the street gave her a better understanding of how Emily could be so unnerved despite her size and obvious power. Susu herself got plenty of looks thanks to her rather exceptionally curvy form, a perpetual curse of being a cowgirl made worse by her heritage, but she could lose herself in a crowd while Emily stuck out like a sore thumb. Very few horses, and fewer still that one had to crane their neck to properly look in the eyes. Compared to her more average 5'8" Emily was some amazon out of myth at easily 8 ½', the bovines long ears barely to her friend's bust. "They stare at what they're not used to. Don't pay them any mind, hun." Emily defensively placed an arm around her chest, glaring at nearby gawker as Susu pondered what they could do to get her more confident.

As they walked the cowgirl pointed out a few choice locations, trying to acquaint the mare with the local layout and place her more at ease. Corner stores she liked, a bank branch or two, refreshing where Fratello's was with a wink and a nudge to ease some of the tension. While Susu had some specific locations in mind for the mare's limited budget, they weren't the only places in town. One clothing store they passed by she suggested for when Emily was more secure. "Couple of ladies like us work there. They get the troubles we have." Emily's tail twitched, swishing nervously as they walked by. "Least there's that. Th'only place mom'd take me growin' up had this ol' lecher. Always took 'im several tries t'git a measurement fer some reas'n 'r other."

And that was perhaps their biggest difference. While her mother was somewhat overbearing and liked to plan things out for those around her, especially her children, Emily's seemed ashamed. To Susu her time here was to find out what she wanted to do with her life without her mother's strong personality warping decisions. Emily was fleeing. "Then you just stick with me, hear? No need to repeat the mistakes I or others made." Next step would definitely be familiarizing Emily with what she could do to those who felt her curves where theirs to sample.

The place they eventually stopped in looked more like a warehouse than a clothing store, but it didn't need to look great. On and off brand stuff that didn't sell, second hand clothing, things people wore once and got bored with, they had to go somewhere. Most people just never looked. "Welcome to Around the Curve!" An older woman at the register waved to them, the busty vulpine definitely fitting the theme of the place as Susu waved back. Emily seemed rather distracted, blinking as she scanned the racks and shelves before her. "'ow many clothes d'city folk need?!" Sheltered indeed. "I felt the same way, until I got used to just how many furs there are here. You're like to meet more in a day here than you've met in your life on a farm. Takes time to adjust."

Leading the slowly processing mare through the aisles to their 'tall and curvy' section, the busty moo started rifling through the stock and holding up various items to check against Emily's pelt. The chestnut and cream pelt wasn't quite as easy to match as her own gray, but with browns being fairly common in furs they were definitely not left wanting.

"A-are y'sure this ain't too many?" Emily just stared at the pile Susu'd made of anything she felt was cute, her expression one that spoke volumes about how much had been 'hers' up to this point. "Hon, this is just step one. Gotta try them on. See if they fit and are comfy. You're in the city now. 'This or nothing' isn't the rule anymore, even for gifted girls like us. I think you'll enjoy it." Gathering up a big armful and shooing the huge mare into the changing room, Susu hummed to herself as she waited, remembering the delight of 'this is mine' that came with each milestone of striking out on her own.

"Oh, Miss Munifico! Haven't seen you in a while." Basket in arm, the motherly otter smiled brightly as Susu looked up before glancing at the closed door. "New friend?" With a nod and a brush of one long ear back, Susu returned the smile. "That she is, Nelle. Want to help me convince her she has the right to look good?" Those cute little round ears perked up at the suggestion, the busty woman nodding eagerly. "My unbiased eye is ready to critique~" The cowgirl rolled her eyes playfully at that. With a rather bountifully curved herm mate the ottress was most definitely not unbiased when it came to appreciating the feminine form, but it definitely wouldn't hurt to have Emily get some positive feedback. "How's it going in there, hun?"

There was a long mostly-silence to follow, a nervous nicker followed by a half whispered something. "Can't hear you, Emily. If you don't like it try another!" The latch clicked open to reveal the mare's oversized frame to the surprised otter, a light blouse sitting slightly awkwardly on her shoulders but otherwise hugging the swell of her chest and the flare of her hips. Nelle gave a cute little squee and clapped her paws at the sight, Emily's ears reddening as she nervously rubbed her arm. "It's kinda fancy, ain't it?"

"Fancy nothing. You wear it well." Susu fussed a little bit with it till it set more naturally, nodding in approval. "I know it's scary to try new things, but you'll feel *much* better when you do." Lowering her voice a bit she leaned in so only the three of them could hear. "And trust me, the buttoned ones like this make the pressure breaks much easier to deal with than t-shirts and things you'd have to pull up or down. Just watch how the buttons set before committing." Nelle nodded quickly for emphasis, Emily giving a long sigh after a moment. "All raht, all raht. Ah'll give it a try."

As if trying to get used to the idea of them being a new kind of normal Emily picked out several more blouses from the pile, setting a few aside for not fitting right or exposing her cleavage and one for mysteriously missing the first three buttons. After a bit she gave a rather surprised nicker, more rustling of clothing before the door opened again. Nelle's blushing gasp seemed to capture Emily's thoughts on the outfit, Susu coughing in embarrassment. "Ah, sorry Emily. Must've put that one in the wrong pile." Still, none could deny how it looked on her. It seemed like some mix of a bikini and dancer outfit, or maybe something patterned after an old harem outfit. The fabric hugged the mare's generous chest, each swell cupped and held aloft with an increasingly thin piece wrapping around the back of her neck before joining the other side, her shoulders and upper back exposed with the rest clasped around her mid back by the cross wrap halter top. A cute belly paunch sat fully exposed until the short skirt started, her hips accentuated, waist hugged, and the opening for her tail leaving the long brush hiding just enough to tantalize.

"Do they have one in my size?" Nelle broke the blushing quiet with that simple question, the look in her eyes telling the curvy moo she was imagining showing off for her hubby in it. "Don't tell me you were gonna skip out on that. Just look at her! She's gorgeous!" Emily stood stiffly before slowly closing the door at that, the sounds that of the outfit quickly coming off. Nelle seemed utterly confused, Susu putting an arm over her shoulder and turning her away from the room. "You may be the first one to ever say that to her." Her mouth hung open in shock, glancing back at the closed door then back at Susu. "...how?"

The moo gave her a 'there's a story there' look before turning back. "Remember, hun, no pressure. If you don't like it, don't get it." The door opened again with a significantly more chaste set of curvy fit jeans and button up shirt, the mare still flushed from the risqué mistake. Still, it seems she didn't hate it completely. A quick glance behind her showed that, while it wasn't in the 'keep' pile it hadn't been discarded either. Susu couldn't help but muse to herself as she gave Emily some tips to keep buttons from pulling taut and leaving the valley of cleavage exposed for all to see. For someone that spent the last several years at least as a milking girl she's rather neurotic about her sexuality...

That errant thought was left to the side as they went through the remainder of the pile. By the time all was said and done she had a proper wardrobe sans undergarments, even agreeing to a few camisoles (for night ware, she said) and even a pair of cute strappy shirts that would provide a highly generous amount of side boob when she got more comfortable with her body. Dresses were quickly ruled out, the mare clearly having some hang up on them as well, and even with warmer weather on the way shorts were a definite no. Most anything that suggested she was overly feminine, though more than that it seemed anything that suggested she was sexy, seemed almost to terrify her even if she played along and got a few token pieces. Once she settled down and got her bearings maybe she'd share enough to work past it.

The sole exception seemed to be that outfit. As Susu was folding up what Emily'd picked up Nelle took the chance to apologize, emphasizing that she'd really meant it. The mare muttered a few 'thank yous', but was otherwise quiet. The otter's parting suggestion of "even if you never wear it, you could spend years looking for something that looks that good on you if you change your mind" seemed to finally get her to decide, the outfit in the purchase pile...hidden under other things.

Between her build and species the day wasn't even close to physically exhausting for Emily, but mentally she felt like she'd been through the wringer. It took her until they were checking out to get the pun behind the furniture store they'd gone to. "Live Stock" indeed. After clothes shopping Susu'd treated her to lunch at this lovely little place. A 'café' she called it. Having someone else cook food for you and paying them for it was...weird. Then again if all days in the city were like this she could see why. When out and about you had nowhere to cook, and when you got home you were too tired to make food yourself half the time.

Now she was trying to process the changes going on in her life while half zoned out on the couch of someone she'd met only yesterday. Susu was a delight. It wasn't just that she was a cowgirl, the ones back on her family's farm were who she found she missed the most, but that the busty bovine knew what she was going through. It'd have taken her days to get this much done on her own, and likely at several times the price and far more times the harassment. The cat calls, wolf whistles, and crude comments she still couldn't believe were tossed about so casually were more bearable in Susu's presence. In a small town where everyone knew you such things were more obscured, the mare only picking up on them as she matured. The number of surreptitious gropes and lecherous sneak peeks she'd had to quietly ignore were easier to avoid...

Shaking her head she chased away such thoughts, looking about the main room. The couch she currently sat on was rather bigger than the one back home, perhaps big enough for her to sleep on with her head on one armrest and hooves on the other. Quite comfy, too. If she wasn't as hungry as she was she might have just nodded off there. The carpet didn't encompass the whole floor, though between it and the tile covering the rest it was pretty standard apartment fare. Save for a few bits and pieces, a normal place from what she'd seen in their search, save for one rather prominent piece of equipment she knew well. The milking pump was a professional model similar to the ones she'd used in her time, more powerful than the dinky handheld pump she carried for what were once emergencies. She'd definitely have to get one for herself unless she planned to burn the poor thing out in a week. Maybe she should ask to...no.

To distract herself once again she began wandering slowly, taking a look at some of the sentimental items and pictures scattered about. They seemed to reinforce the rather large scale of the cowgirl's family given by the stories she'd shared, pictures of what seemed to be aunts and cousins everywhere. A large family picture showed her with what she suspected were her siblings, arranged oldest to youngest. Two bulls, nine cows. For a species like Susu's it was crazy big! Emily's own family seemed big enough with two older brothers, but this was something else entirely. Maybe a rabbit couple or squirrel mates, but not cows. Both males were huge compared to their sisters, the bulls definitely more akin to the mare's size than the normal fur, but the growth went elsewhere for the females. Every one of them was at least as stacked as Susu save for the youngest, and she was little more than a calf. Adorable little thing~ Several of the older ones, on the other hand, were so overdeveloped she wondered if their mates feared drowning in cleavage. From the angle it was hard to tell but...did they have udders, too? Didn't only ferals have those?

Nearby were the proud parents. Emily definitely saw the resemblance to Susu with the mother, even if she put every single one of her daughters to shame. A woman like that could practically feed an army all on her own. In a way it helped put her own troublesome twins in perspective. For a mare they were huge, yes. Far and away bigger than any she'd seen on others. Yet when compared to the matron of that family? Flat as a board. "No wonder Susu gets me..." As the delightful aroma of some form of bean casserole caught her nose, a family recipe according to her host, she took a look at the man that her bovine friend had practically gushed about. She was definitely daddy's girl, Susu looking up to the massive bull Emily saw pictured as what she seemed to think was ideal 'manliness'. From what she could make of scale, the bull had to break ten feet with ease. Probably more. He'd have been able to look down at her own father!

"I told you, didn't I?" Emily started as Susu piped up, her focused attention leaving her to miss the bovine's approach. "Sorry hun, just wanted to tell you it's almost ready." The small apartment kitchen didn't leave enough room for the both of them to move around in easily, and Susu'd all but commanded her to relax and let a moo serve her dinner. She'd never been a guest before, at least not that she could remember. Maybe when she was little, but since her...indiscretion the very idea was absurd. Now here she was getting a plate of something hot, cheese and tomatoes and some odd pasta she'd never seen joining the beans in something that tasted like nothing she'd had before.

Thoughts of home. Of what she barely remembered and what it'd become. Nights at the table turning to ones in the barn faster than she could blink. How the cowgirls treated her with kindness and caring when her own parents couldn't bear to look at her half the time. "You ok, Emily?" The plate was quickly set down as the mare found herself sniffling like some filly, half aware she was apologizing to the bovine now hugging her. "Go ahead. No one's here to judge you."

The sun had fully set by the time she managed to return to some form of coherent, long bottled up emotions spilling out unhindered and largely unvoiced. Things she'd pushed away and then forgotten, things she should have said to her family but never seemed to be able to, she let out for a woman she barely knew. By the time she wound down she found herself hungrier than ever, the cooled but still delicious dish a welcome reprieve and reason to not talk. From time to time Susu would rub her back or brush fingers through her mane, seemingly content to stay in silence for as long as was needed. When food was gone, Emily sat her dish down with a half voiced "thank you."

"My pleasure. You've seemed so tense, I thought you might end up doing that all alone at some point." Scooting over to her, Susu's thigh pressing to Emily's equally thick one, the cow gave her another hug and a gentle arm rub. "If you want to talk about it, say so. I won't ask. Not my place. But you do have someone to talk to. Now, while I'm cleaning up, I think you need to borrow something of mine for a bit." Confused, Emily followed Susu's nod, looking down to find her shirt was once again soaking through, the hugs and random motions in her babbling outburst getting her girls to let down of their own accord. "Come on, you can use mine." When the mare finally caught on, she shook her head a bit harder than she probably should have. "N-no, I can just use mine. It's fine!"

Susu gave her the frown she would whenever Emily was being unreasonable with not wanting to impose. "Emily, it's not fine. Have you ever gone this long without a proper deep milking? We both know those little ones aren't for the real deal. They're for taking the edge off. You're at *least* three cup sizes bigger than when you left the stall back at work. You're going to make a mess at this rate even if you don't hurt yourself. I insist. There's nothing you have that I haven't seen dozens of times a day for 12 years."

With a sigh and a slump of her shoulders, Emily conceded. With it brought to her attention every second she felt more and more how right Susu was, an uncomfortable pressure turning into a dull and deep ache as her twins produced with little outlet save the small leaking staining her shirt. Without making any more fuss Susu led her over and, after a quick moment to point out where everything was just in case, went about cleaning up their dinner despite probably needing a round herself.

The plight of her chest was made clearer as she struggled with the first half of the buttons, suddenly worried they might simply snap off. Sucking in as best she could, the twins sprung free with enough force to smack her in the chin and speckle the tile and pump with more of her excess. A sigh of relief was followed by attaching the cups, the whirr and *slurp* quite familiar even if the relief bordering on pleasure was new. Her hoof clopped against the tile in surprise, though she managed to keep herself from moaning and straight up bursting into flame from embarrassment. Milk quickly began to fill the cups, spirited away to the container with more following close behind. Her well trained tits seemed to grasp that their need was being met after nearly two days of neglect, the suction cups soon nearly overflowing as they relaxed and let down fully.

The resulting gasp she couldn't hide, though the cowgirl so close by made no mention of it. Since gaining these troublemakers milking had always felt good, and as she grew into them...mostly...the cowgirls had introduced her to ways she could actually enjoy her sensitivity and the heats that came with it. The thought of even trying anything remotely like that made her blush deeply, her hands straying briefly up or down from time to time before she quashed the urge. When she got her hands on one of her own, sure. Here was *definitely* not appropriate!

The simple sounds of the milker running had Susu's own chest reacting sympathetically. With each dish washed she could pretend the wetness she felt was splashed water a little less, and in those brief moments Emily's guard dropped and she voiced her delight the busty moo could only bite her lip. When the last plate was done, counter wiped, sink drained, the muffled *sup* *pshhh* of the pump was all she was left with alongside Emily's self-denial and the ache in her chest. A glance over at the mare trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying herself had Nelle's impulsive praise ringing in her head. She really was gorgeous. If only she had a bit more down- "Not to interrupt, but..." Emily turned her head, ears red and looking like she might have been caught. "I was thinking. My family's got lots of tricks to help milking go smoother, especially after those times we've had to be sparing. I could...show you. I mean, just enough to do it yourself."

As the words came out of her mouth she wanted to take them back, worried she might be being too forward. A few days, a week, a month later might have been better. No, this wasn't the time to doubt. She really did mean well, even if it wasn't entirely selfless for once. "If you're not ok, just say so," her tone belying a clear hope she wouldn't as she forced a more assured expression to the surface. Emily seemed to catch the not-so-hidden blotches on her friend's top, the white fur of her cheeks turning pink as the subtext grew clearer and, after a few seconds of silence, she nodded gently. "We can *mmmph* try it." The curvy bovine let out a soft relieved 'moo' as she realized she'd been holding her breath, fingers working on the buttons to her sun dress as she let herself drink up the mare's curvaceous beauty. While she had a lot to work through over her sexuality and intimacy, Susu was quite glad to be born the exact species that could apparently slip past all that at this moment.

Pulling up another stool, Susu positioned herself behind the overly busty mare. "First let's get this all the way off so it isn't in the way." Gently, slowly, she ran her hands along Emily's sides to slip to the still locked buttons. Her still mostly covered breasts pressed to the mare's back as she popped each one, dropping lower to find the next and feeling the small shivers in her new friend with each round of suction. As the final one came undone she took a moment to caress the soft curve of her friend's belly as she began pulling the garment back, the softened hide reminding her more of her sisters or mother when they'd had calves and making her wonder, before moving upwards to next brush along the outer curve of those burdened orbs before pulling back, Emily's shoulders dropping to let the wet shirt fall away.

The mix of the kind of softness one might find on a new mother with muscles better suited to some construction worker was perhaps Emily's most defining trait save for her impressive bust. By all accounts Emily seemed ready and waiting to breed a herd and move on to the next task. Perhaps in time she'd open up enough to say why such things were so hard for her. For now it was enough to be trusted this far. "Just relax. Deep breaths. Try not to tense up." Again she deftly slipped around Emily's large frame, fully pressing against breasts that laughed at most any attempt to be held by anything smaller than some feral dragon. Her suspicions were justified when she moved to massage, the full milky flesh practically firm from the pressure inside even after half an hour of pumping and Emily more overtly shuddering as the cups complained from the volume.

"You really weren't kidding, hun. Even after all that you still feel full up..." Susu's dexterous fingers rubbed across the underside of Emily's hefty expanse, her relatively small palms still finding the right spots after years of practice with her own and getting a nervously pleasured nicker from the larger female before her. She felt before she heard the moment the huge mare's tits relaxes just a bit more, the warm fluid within shifting before the wet splash of milk in the cups was cut off by the volume filling them completely. Knowing the delight, the simple relief of getting such a deep persistent pressure to release, the buxom bovine couldn't help but squirm as Emily shuddered, her own leaking chest starting to soak the mare's back. "How much time did you spend in the stalls~?"

Emily dared not speak for almost a minute under such attention, biting her lip and trying not to make noises she felt ashamed she needed to. Susu's insistent urgings to relax made it harder, a soft moan slipping out as she felt the cups adjusted and held tight to prevent their escape. When Susu went back to her milking motions Emily found her back arching on its own, a loud whinny filling the room as she drooped into the comforting arms of the bovine beauty, panting from the sudden bolt of pleasure as she was praised for being honest. "No need to be ashamed. This is old hat to me and mine. You've a real cowgirl's instincts in this body of yours~ This is all part of it. Holding back is just going to make the next one more sudden~"

Huffing and shivering as her nerves were set aflame, the sensations in Emily's chest were as powerful and pleasurable as any that came from further down when she relieved her needs. Susu knew just what to do and as the cowgirl got more into it, more openly lustful in her motions, Emily found herself more and more glad she'd agreed to such attentions. Just those magical hands had her nearly screaming in orgasm with each stroke, every squirt of milk from her hardened teats toying with the sensitive nerve bundles in each, playing off the pure sense of relief suffusing her chest as the pressure she had ignored dropped slowly but surely. "Gods...s-some of them would get really into it together, but I never knew...nnnnnggg... Should've asked to join in~"

*P-POP*

The release of pressure and sudden splash of wetness against the tile startled both females as the cups could take no more, Emily nickering in sudden release. The tank had nearly filled up in their distraction, and even the slight drop in suction had let Emily's gushing nipples win out. Her chest wasn't about to quit after finally being allowed to drain, the cooler air merely making her teats stand out as they continued to rain white gold upon her legs, the pump, and the tile. Susu quickly set Emily back upright, moving to straddle the larger female's lap as she sought to stem the tide. The gushing and still twitching mare sucked in a surprised breath as she felt warm lips and a wet tongue on one nipple, a gentle pinch between forefinger and thumb on the other. As her eyes refocused she found Susu licking milk from her lips, more of it soaking her face and bountiful chest as she switched nipples. "Wh-wha...?" Stunned but not wanting it to stop, Emily savored the hungry suckle on her teats, a more measured and sensual pull for milk than what'd come from the over eager foals she'd birthed only weeks ago. When the chubby bovine gave up on switching and simply squished both together and suckled both streams Emily saw white, only the smack of her rump on the wet tile as she slipped off the stool ruining the indescribable bliss of feeding another.

Susu's outfit was soaked in cream, she'd likely have to shampoo the carpet, and her own tits were growing rather demanding of release, but she didn't mind. Hearing Emily squeal and moan, feeling her shiver, feeling her relax, as she gave up this sweet rich cream made it worth it. It was a delightful taste, different than cow's milk, somehow heartier and rolling down her throat so easily. Somehow she felt as if she'd tasted this before, but that was a mystery for later. Now she wanted more. Finding Emily's hands amid the mare's twitching and flailing, Susu brought them to that huge bust and encouraged her to keep going. Soon her cheeks were bulging with each spray, one or both nipples slipping from her lips a moment to soak her fur, as her own hands moved to first finish freeing her own chest from its increasingly tight confines then to find the other pleasure center tickling her nose.

As the last button popped free, her front clasp releasing the now very leaky girls, she took a deep breath before the next gusher. She'd gotten hints of the mare's potent scent, heard gossip about how stallions could send women into heat from musk alone, but it just didn't do her justice. Were either of them properly equipped Susu wasn't sure she'd have been able to stop from pouncing the randy mare right here and now, leaving one of them full of busty cute hybrids. Gods if only it were possible! Once the button on Emily's pants was undone the path was quick, wet and warm slickness leading her questing fingers on until she brushed across the quite pronounced buzzer, Emily neighing wildly and all but tossing her clear off from the sudden spasms!

Coughing from milk going down the wrong pipe, Susu made the mistake of placing the now soaked hand across her mouth. The pheromone rich honey practically knocked her on her back, her other hand gravitating southward without conscious input for that last little bit of stimulation she needed...until it was supplied instead by a set of lips on her tits, the hungry mare she'd been servicing apparently deciding to return the favor. Powerful muscles had her dress off and tossed away as Emily crawled atop her, thick thighs grinding against her leg and quickly soaking it down as the now mostly nude mare took a taste of the cowgirl's bounty. What Emily lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm, her chestnut fur growing darker from the milk squirting across her, her fingers slipping inside the bovine's sopping box and finding the spots she liked rather quickly. Emily's lungs squished her still leaking chest to Susu's belly with each breath, leaving the gray fur stained dark as her sprawl of auburn hair matted to her face and neck from the rich cream leaving the both of them a milky mess.

Emily's size advantage meant the Amazonian mare practically smothered the smaller cow, a shift in position leaving her mouth to pop free of those thick teats before finding the moaning lips of her new friend. Twin mountains of motherly bounty mooshed together between them, mixed cream gushing from between them to leave Susu even more of a soaked mess. Fine, soft fur brushed along sensitive teats as they rolled against each other, squeezing out quarts at a time between the weight and snogging pressure. Emily's thumb found the bovine milkmaid's clit as her fingers pushed deep, Susu breaking the kiss to arch her back in a shameless moo. Her legs wrapped around Emily's waist, trapping the equine's arm along her belly as she shivered in release, the thought of her new friend being somewhat differently equipped sending dirty rushes through her quivering form as they slipped into a delightful rut.

For much of the next hour they traded places, feeding off each other, exploring their quirks and triggers, a haze of pleasure and pure rut mixed with their constant need for milking leaving the milking area a terrible mess by the time neither could keep it up. Emily lay on her back, basking in a glow she'd never known, as Susu cuddled up along her side with one of those massive mammaries to her lips. They'd have to clean up eventually, but that could wait. She'd dealt with worse, and with far less fun lead-ups. For now she just savored the unique flavor on her tongue, one leg drooped over Emily's more muscled one, her fingers in a wide arch and running up and down the thickset mare's lower belly. Just a bit more to her and perhaps... Her mother had a bull lined up for her to marry, but what if she didn't want a bull? Maybe an equally studly and virile mate could be found with more curve and plenty of milk for her. Maybe she could find Emily's herm doppelganger... The thought of just how big such a mare would be, how deep it would reach, how heavy it would leave her every night as she swelled with calves... "Moo~" Well, at least she'd found a good friend and, if tonight said anything, a new lover~