Colin bent down next to Sally's writhing form. Through teary eyes she could see him licking his lips and lowering his head down to her udder. He placed his mouth around one of her dripping teats and Sally felt a rush of relief as milk shot down his throat. More rushes followed, one after another, finally granting Sally sweet pleasure and slowly relaxing the tight rubber that made up her unnatural organ. She used her arms to hold Colin's head closer, and he sucked faster. He moved from nipple to nipple, eventually draining it of most of its fluid.
Though her breasts were still greatly swollen, the relief from her udder had calmed Sally down somewhat. Her rational mind was returning, and she slowed her panting enough to talk.
"You're a bastard."
"I know," Colin said. "But that was good, wasn't it?"
Sally didn't want to give him satisfaction by telling the truth, but she did sort of enjoy the experience. There was a lot of pain, of course, but somehow the mere thought of having sensations she'd never before encountered was enjoyable, not to mention alluring. Her mind returned to her leaking breasts and their eight teats.
"You're not full, are you?" she wheezed.
"Yeah, but let's get you to the sink." Colin helped Sally onto her hooves and they staggered to the kitchen area of the main room. There, he milked her breasts into the sink as Sally shivered in pleasure.
"I'm not sure, but I think I sort of like this," Sally said. "Weird, you know? But it's interesting."
When they were finished, Colin helped Sally to the couch. Then he got paper towels to clean up the milk on the floor. "So the party's still on tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
"For now," Sally sighed. She ran a hoof up and down her udder, which still had a fair amount of milk in it but nowhere near enough to cause painful stretching. The rubber was looking a bit limp and ugly at the moment, and Sally was trying to reason why she actually wanted to fill it with milk again. She didn't want too much, but just enough to make it look like a whole udder again. She laughed, realizing that she was starting to think of it as a real part of her body.
But why not? It was attached to her for the next twenty or so hours. And since she could feel sensations from it, it may as well be a part of her. And she wanted it to look fit and proper.
She clopped back to the floor and walked to the gun. Again, she wanted to hit herself for forgetting she had her hands in the hoof gloves. "Um, could you take one of these off me now?" she asked Colin, who had finished mopping up all the milk.