Disclaimer: This story contains anthropomorphic characters and, unlike the rest of literotica, NO cheating wives, generic black guys or cuckolding, so if you don't like that, scram, you sadistic loser.
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"He should be here any moment, now. Just a little longer, girls..." Under normal circumstances, the panda, Penny, would never talk to herself -- unless scrutinizing over calculations and algorithms in the middle of developing some tool or machine --, much less to her bust. But at the moment, the latter's needs were slightly more important than the former's desire to keep up sanity.
There are a few things one needs to know about this large, heavy-figured panda, one of them being simultaneously two things: her considerable bust, which was quite large even compared to her voluptuously hourglass figure (with the right amount pudge to her to give her that big, cuddly shape most pandas have), and the equally considerable amount of milk they produce by the day. Because of this, she's always in the need of a daily milking after a long night of tinkering and inventing.
This leads us to her current situation. Despite being a genius inventor, Penny was currently struggling with her latest project; a proper nursing machine to help 'relieve' her breasts of the aching that comes from their over-production of motherly cream. While her inventions on previous milking machine were in no way a failure by any means (she in fact sold blueprints of those designs to other companies with resounding success in the farms), there was one small detail she could not get to her personal satisfactory level. Each milker was a bit too rough on her sensitive bosom, making the process a painful chore than a relaxing, pleasurable relief.
That's where "he" came in. After a bit of brainstorming, she decided to modify her next milking device to simulate breasts feeding, like a child softly nursing from a mother for their sweet nectar. From there, she'll update it with more effective and faster milking methods until she find the right spot between sensational pleasure and productive practicality. But for now, the first step was the sensation of soft sucking, the type of physical contact she wasn't too familiar with.
Don't get her wrong; she's had her fair share of fooling around, but never had anyone suck on her breasts before. The guest coming over was the one she was going to have help her remedy that, although the witty panda may have told a white lie to bring him over. He thinks he is getting paid for his help with the milking process, which was true, but he won't be milking any cows, unlike what he was told...
A knock on the door brought a light blush to her smile. Trying out new things always excited her, and the fact that what was about to transpire was going to help milk her girls is always a good thing. Having a little innocent fun with an unsuspecting quest was just a cherry on top.
When she opened the door to her workshop, Penny was greeted with the presence of her guest; a cute and shy looking white unicorn with long, royal blue hair tied in a ponytail. His bright blue eyes were in turn treated to an eyeful of her massive cleavage covered by armor, due to her height towering over his quite a bit. The shock some males get when someone as busty as her is something she's used to by now, but he snapped out of his pretty quickly (probably trying to act like a gentleman), and looks up at the panda's warm, smiling face.
"U-um...Ms.Patty?" The horse stammered, trying so very hard not to look at the big bear's huge, heavy breasts.
She giggles in response. "Wrong panda. Penny. But it's nice to meet another fan of her show!" brushing back a bit of her auburn hair, she extends the other one to the flustered male.
"Pleased to finally have you over!"
"I'm Lanif, Ms.Penny.", the unicorn says, taking her hand to gently shake it, only to feel the cold grip of a bronze gauntlet. It gives him a bit of surprise, though the engineer pays his reaction no mind.
"Please, just Penny. And don't mind that, I'm always busy working on things. Come on in, and we'll get started with the milking process~" She walks on ahead of him to the living room, knowing full well the subtle sway of her hips and shifting of her large, round rump catches the attention of that cute little stud, who can't help but watch that juicy rear and adorable little tail as he follows. Each cheek looks like it would be more than a handful for Lanif, and they were still small in comparison to the top heaviness of her breasts. It will be tough for the poor pony to try prevent a natural bulge of arousal around such a full figured woman, and Penny is going to have as much fun teasing him with that knowledge.
"U-um, speaking of which, Penny..." The young stud stammers as he looked around the workshop beyond the living room they walked past. "I noticed that...well...there's no farm here."
"That's right!" Penny responds innocently, knowing where this was going. She takes a seat next to a table, where she was working on some armor for a rather well-endowed female customer moments before Lanif arrived. She crosses one leg over the other, keeping her expression as innocent and cute as possible, while having her body positioned in such a provocative way to send the right messages that anyone could pick up, just for that extra mile of mental torture to the obviously horny horsie.
"Well, w-where are the cows?" Lanif's eyes go back down to that massive canyon of cleavage Penny's armor was so generously giving. He gulps nervously and fighting back the urge to bury his face between them for a warm, sexy snuggle. "Cows?" She pretends to be confused, even cocking her head slightly for the fun of acting. "I don't own any cows, dear!"
"No...goats?"
"Hmmm..." The places a finger on her chin, feigning any actual thinking process. Her arms squishing against the side of her breasts, making more of that jiggly, soft fur just push out for the poor, teased stud get flustered over. "Absolutely none!"
"W-wait...then...what am I supposed to be milking?"
"It's more of a matter of 'Whom', in this context..." Penny hints at, looking to the side, blushing slightly, a genuine feeling this time. She slowly trails a finger up and down her soft, juicy tits...