Applejack walked through the barn with Twilight and the head cow on the farm, Lillie. “Ah can’t believe ya built all this, Twilight.”
“Yeah,” Lillie said. “This’ll make milking much easier for us.”
Twilight smiled widely. “It sure will! It’s a fully automated self-service system! There’s a panel in Applejack’s room that has a password, so only Applejack can view your more ‘private’ information. She’ll be able to calculate your milk output, monitor your lactation and estrus, and divide up the profits all at once!”
“Ya told me there were twelve stalls, but ah only see ten,” Applejack observed.
“Oh, yes there are ten self-service stalls and two quarantine stalls. The sick bay will administer medicine, then release the cow back to the herd.”
“Is it possible to get stuck in one? What if the power goes out?” Lillie asked.
Twilight chuckled. “Don’t worry about that, I thought of everything! It’ll respond to voice commands while you’re inside the stall. Plus, Applejack can see on the monitor which stalls are occupied and which cow is in it.”
“Sounds great, Twilight, when can we start?” Applejack asked.
“Right now. Would you care to do the honors, Lillie?” Twilight asked.
She glanced around nervously. “Well, I suppose if it’s just you girls watching.”
Lillie stepped into the the stall marked number seven. A privacy screen rose out of the ground behind her, pushing the thin layer of hay on the ground out of the way.
Applejack noticed the floors were made of brown tile, and with the hay it almost looked like a normal barn. However, it’d be much easier to clean. The metal sides of the stall had been painted to look like an open field of grass.
There was a padded bar in front of Lillie for her to rest her head on while milking. As soon as her head sat down on it, the machine whirred to life.
Twilight smiled as they watched the machine at work. Lillie had begun to moan softly so the two ponies decided to take their leave.
“Come on, AJ, I’ll show you how to use the computer in your room.”
After Twilight had explained the computer to Applejack, the two ponies parted ways. Twilight had to organize the library, and that was a never ending task for her. Applejack had chores to do and needed to work on the south orchard.
Six hours later, Applejack had finished her duties and taken a shower. She set her stetson down on the nightstand next to her bed, then crawled under the covers. She yawned, eager to get a well-earned rest.
Before she could fall asleep, a beeping woke her up. She rolled over and tried to ignore it until it went away. Unfortunately, it was the computer that Twilight had installed earlier. it continued to beep, leaving Applejack no choice but to address it.
With a loud sigh, she rolled over and got out of bed. She walked over to the computer and saw a flashing red light. Applejack punched in her code on the pony-sized keypad, and began to navigate using the touchscreen.
A display appeared showing an overhead view of the barn. On the right side was miscellaneous farm equipment, cleaning supplies for the stalls, and a few mats for cows to sit on while waiting to be milked.
Applejack glanced along the left side of the barn, where ten stalls were lined up. Each stall allowed a cow to walk in and be milked, pumping it to storage bins where it could be homogenized, refrigerated, and sold. Each stall had it’s own vat, allowing an amazing opportunity to sell milk by the cow, allowing ponies to pay extra for their favorite ‘batch’ of milk.
Beyond the ten stalls, sandwiched in the corners of the barn far from prying eyes, were the sickbays. There was a flashing red light in the middle of stall number seven. It was the one Lillie had tested earlier.
Applejack tapped the stall on the screen. Twilight had checked everything after Lillie was finished. There had been no errors, and tomorrow they were set to begin full operation. Over sixty cows were scheduled to be milked, and they had waited all week long for the opportunity.
A small readout was brought up, displaying the status of stall number seven.
Stall number six: Empty. Ready.
Stall number seven: Occupied. Cow name:502 error
Stall number eight: Empty. Ready.
She searched and searched for some option to stop the incessant beeping. There would be no sleeping with the milk machine constantly screeching and flashing that blasted red light.
Groaning, Applejack hit the button to logout of the machine. Lillie had been the only cow in that stall and she had gone home. Applejack grabbed her stetson and put on her saddlebags. She headed downstairs quietly so nopony was disturbed. Once outside, she headed over to the stall to see if a cow had snuck in, determined to see if she could make the error message stop beeping.
She closed the barn door behind her and listened to the soft click clack of her hooves on the tile floor. There was a red light flashing from inside of stall seven, illuminating the barn every few seconds.
Applejack walked up and looked inside the stall. It was empty, with no sign of having been recently used. “What in tarnation?”
“Command not recognized,” Twilight's voice said from a small speaker in the stall. “Please say ‘system help’ for a list of options.”
“Oh right, what’d Twilight say it was?” Applejack cleared her throat. “Stall seven, die’naustic”
“Command not recognized. Please say ‘system help’ for a list of options.”
Applejack grunted, cursing her southern accent. With measured control, she spoke slowly and clearly. “I said, stall seven di-ag-nostic.”
“Command accepted. Running query. Standby.”
She stood there, nearly drifting off to sleep as something inside the machine steadily whirred and hummed.
“Error located: Connection number five-zero-two has disconnected. Please re-attach stall to mainframe.”
“Mainframe? What the hay does that mean?”
“Command not recognized. Please say ‘system help’ for a list of options.”
Applejack spat on the ground. “Ah’m gonna have to have her delete that line from the machine. It’s gettin’ annoyin’ as heck.”
“Command not recognized. Please say ‘system help’ for a list of options.”
“System, shut up.”
“Confirm disabling voice interface?”
“Yes!” Applejack shouted. Static filled the speaker for a second before the wonderful sound of silence met her ears. “Now, where’s that wire?”
She stepped inside the stall, looking around for the wire. The silent machine loomed around her, casting eerie shades of crimson along the painted mural. Applejack noticed a drain on the floor, as well as several markings along the mural. They appeared to be drawers where the tools were kept at.
Towards the back, Applejack finally spotted it. There was a loose wire behind the machine, twined thickly and ending in a black connector. A few inches away was the other end of the connector.
“Gotcha!” Applejack said. She set down her saddlebags, pulling out her trusty roll of duct tape. Applejack tore a piece of duct tape off with her teeth, and put the roll back. She leaned over the privacy screen, using the neck rest to support her weight. Using both hooves, she clicked the two connectors together, then wrapped them in duct tape.
“Hah! Won’t come loose again, will ya?”
The stall reconnected with the mainframe, updating its status to ‘ready for use’. Were the voice alerts enabled, the stall would have stated this out loud. Instead, it turned off the flashing light and prepared itself for use.
Applejack heard something click behind her as she took her hooves off the neck rest and placed them on the ground. Something soft pushed down on the back of her neck, trapping it against the neck rest.
“What’s going on?” She tugged backward but couldn’t get her head out of the padded bars. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact it was part of helping the cow relax. It forced them to look forward at the mural in front of them as soothing nature sounds played.
Inside the mainframe, thousands of lines of code written entirely by Twilight were being run. As soon as stall seven had been reconnected, it sensed the weight of a cow on the activation trigger: the neck rest. Immediately it had lowered the bar that would prevent the cow from ‘bucking’ in shock, or ‘thrashing’ as the very delicate machinery extended to milk them.
“Gah! Let go! System, let me out!” Applejack shouted. She kicked backwards, banging against the back wall of the stall. She thrashed around for a little bit, then heard the whirring of machinery in motion.
Ignoring her shouting, the machine extended the suction cups to get a sample of her milk. It had determined she was a new cow and began creating a profile for her. The four suckers were pressed up against her stomach where her udder should be. Air was sucked from the system, causing them to latch onto her soft belly.
AJ yelped in pain as the suckers attached. Two of them had landed on her teats, and there was a painful burning as they attempted to pull milk out of them. The other two had landed below her rib cage, attaching to flesh where there were no nipples.
Upon discovering there was no milk output, the machine extended a new arm. On the end of it was a needle and syringe. A second arm with a clamp grabbed Applejack’s foreleg like a vice, holding it still. The first arm, guided by the computer, located a vein and stuck the needle in. It drew up a vial of blood, then retreated back into the machine.
“Ouch!” Applejack shouted. “Ya stop that right now! System, stop! I’m commandin’ ya!”
Thanks to a typo in the program code Twilight wrote, it failed to identify her as a pony. Instead, it began searching a list of all known illnesses to ‘cure’ her. With a milk production of zero, and a blood sample that didn’t match the ‘healthy’ sample of DNA, it came to a conclusion: The cow in stall seven was severely malnourished, with an unknown pathogen affecting their DNA.
Inside the stall, crystals continued scanning Applejack’s magical signature. The next step was to determine the extent of her illness.
When Applejack began thrashing, the machine called up the protocol for controlling a combative cow. Four metal bars extended, pushing themselves against her legs. One bar went in front of each knee, and one behind each ankle. The way they were set up, she could no longer bend her legs.
The bars pressed against her until confident she could no longer kick and damage the machinery. Applejack could still shift her weight and lift the hooves an inch or so, but was otherwise fully immobilized.
“Damn technology! Ah knew this was a bad idea. Big Mac!” Applejack shouted.
There was another metal click, and the moonlight that had previously been entering the barn was blocked off. Applejack couldn’t see that behind her, the privacy screen had lowered the other half, completely blocking her off from the outside world.
A strange tingling passed through Applejack as the machine activated. The floor vibrated as it seemed to lurch forward. The mural in front of her split in two, and she began to move through it.
Applejack saw rails along the floor as the bottom of her stall was rolled forward towards the sickbay. She was turned to the side, and heard something else roll into place behind her. Stall seven had slid an empty carriage in to replace the one now holding Applejack.
At the end of the rails was the sickbay. Applejack was getting rather scared at this point, unsure what was going on, or whether she’d be able to command the system to stop. So far, it seemed to be on auto-pilot with her at it’s mercy.
“Quit this right now! Help!” she shouted, while still in the open.
She struggled with all her might, rocking the stall on the tracks. The stall banged against the wall of the sickbay, causing the system to halt her forward progress. The mainframe detected that the cow had become even more violent, posing a threat to its own health.
Unknown to Applejack, and unable to be detected by the machine, another connector had been knocked loose by her struggling. She entered the sickbay and heard a door close behind her. There was a ‘woosh’ of air as the sickbay’s climate control activated, ensuring no airborne contagions escaped the sickbay to infect other cows.
“Stop this! I said stop!” Applejack kept shouting stop, knowing that the voice system should always recognize that command. She began to stomp her hooves as best she could and thrash about. Her stetson fell off, landing on the floor next to her saddlebags.
The system sensed her thrashing, activating restraint protocol for her own safety.
Applejack felt something reach out and grab her legs. With one gasp, she felt four locks click into place around her hooves. Two of the bars had converted themselves into spreader bars, locking her hooves a comfortable distance apart and completely ceasing her attempts to kick or lash out.
Another two bars rose, pressing into her belly just behind her teats and at the front of her chest. These two would support her weight so she didn’t fall over. The other unnecessary bars retracted.
“Y’all are kiddin’ me! Stop this at once!” Applejack was well and truly scared now. At first, it had been an annoyance: a computer that couldn’t understand her accent and kept repeating that damn phrase.
Now, it had whisked her into an isolation stall, and was no longer responding to verbal commands, let alone explaining what it was doing to her. She felt sweat start to drip off her brow, and her heart was racing in fear.
Once the sick bay, now containing stall seven, had restrained her legs, it began the next step.
Applejack heard jingling above her and looked up. Two arms were lowering a set of chains, with some thick fabric straps, and a curved metal rod. The machine continued its work, unaware of the ponies protests due to her request to deactivate the voice commands.
She gasped in shock, realizing what it was. Meanwhile, the machine took advantage of her open mouth and pulled the bit into place. The metal bar pressed back near her molars, forcing her lips open, and pushing her tongue down.
Applejack thrashed her head back and forth, causing the two arms to strain to control her. She heard the chains click into place, and the straps tighten around her. A final click—a thick lock—trapped her inside the bit and bridle. Two blinders were then lowered, cutting off her peripheral vision. She could no longer move her head side to side, and could only stare forward at yet another mural.
To her side, she felt some heat and heard arms working. She couldn’t tell what they were doing. A pit began to grow in her stomach and she cried out for help. With the bit gag in place, she wasn’t saying anything understandable. The manacles on her hooves and the bit and bridle tightened, holding her perfectly still.
Her pupils were wide in fear, and soon her entire eyes grew to join them. A red hot ring was maneuvered in front of her eyes. Applejack recognized it immediately: a bull ring.
They were most common as jewelry, with larger bulls having larger rings. They were also used when a bull needed to be ‘controlled’, be it for mating without hurting their partner, or psychiatric issues.
Not many cows favored the rings as jewelry, and rarely did a pony wear one. Applejack thought back to all her struggling and how the stall had systematically restrained her. She squirmed backwards, trying to escape the advancing ring, but could not.
She was held perfectly still, eyes watering, as the red-hot pointed ends of the ring approached her nose. Applejack closed her eyes, biting the bit in her mouth hard.
A flash of searing hot pain assaulted her, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. The sensitive flesh triggered a cascade of fluid from her eyes, and snot to run out of her nose.
The ring clicked shut, piercing the septum of her nose. The machine began tightening it until it was as solid as an unbroken ring.
Applejack’s knees gave out as she whimpered and cried. She could smell the burned flesh and feel the bars digging into her underside, supporting her. It was a nightmare she could not wake from.
After giving the cow time to recover, the machine loosened the bit and bridle, as well as the shackles, allowing her a minimum amount of movement. It attached the new bull ring to a chain, fastening it to the floor. Applejack would no longer struggle, because to do so would cause the ring to painfully yank on the tender tissue inside her nose.
The machine had finished preparing vaccines and medicines from within the small cooling unit near the sickbay. One by one, it began to extend needles aimed at the muscles in each of Applejack’s legs.
She felt the first prick and jumped, resulting in her nose getting pulled down sharply. Her eyes kept watering as a burning fluid was injected into her right flank. There was another prick, then another, until she had counted ten shots. They had been spread around her legs. Some burned, some cut like they were liquid glass shards, and others were painless.
A knot was forming in her left back leg from the shot, and her skin felt warm and flush. The machine had injected the proper mix of bovine hormones into Applejack.
The next step was to feed the malnourished calf. An arm with a tube and a nipple on the end was extended, until it curved under to Applejack’s lips. The fluid would be gravity-fed into her stomach.
Applejack was able to move her head around within the confines of the cell, and saw the nipple. She recalled Twilight telling her how it could nurse any sick cow back to health. Applejack also recalled that it was supposed to respond to verbal commands, and started mumbling.
Nothing happened.
The nipple pushed up against her mouth. With the bit in place, she couldn’t fully close her lips anyway. The invader began to slowly ooze the nutrient mixture into her mouth. Applejack wasn’t in the mood to eat, much less from this beast of a machine.
Sensing that the calf was refusing to eat, the machine searched for a solution. Finally, it grabbed the chain attached to her nose ring, unattached it from the floor, and attached it to the ceiling. Applejack’s head was now trapped staring straight up.
The nipple pushed its way back into her mouth and began oozing the fluid. Gravity caused it to start dripping down her throat. Applejack coughed, but the fluid started to flow faster.
Swallowing to clear the excess fluid, she felt the warm mixture travel down to her throat. It wasn’t that bad tasting, reminding her of milk, only sweeter. It was thicker too, and between the bit and the painful nose ring, she couldn’t manage to cough it all out. Applejack’s tongue couldn’t push it out fast enough either.
She felt the food dribbling down her chin and neck. For each mouthful she managed to avoid, she winded up swallowing four more just to ensure she could breathe.
Applejack continued in this cycle for what felt like hours. The machine kept pumping the food into her mouth. She felt the trail of cold, crusty food that had dribbled from her mouth, down her neck and shoulders, to her hooves.
When the machine finally stopped, her belly felt like it had stretched large enough to fit a pony inside of it. Each time she burped, a blob of the food would climb halfway up her throat before sinking back down.
The nose ring was adjusted and the chain attached back to the floor. The four suction cups re-appeared, sucking and attaching themselves to her underside. She felt a wet fluid on the suction cups this time—a glue that would hold them in place for the remainder of the time in the med bay. Applejack cursed under her breath, and waited for somepony to come find her.
When Twilight stopped by in the morning to watch the first batch of cows go through the milker, she found Big Mac standing outside the barn.
“Hey, Mac, where’s AJ?” Twilight said.
“No idea, Twilight. She wasn’t here when I woke up, I figured she was with you girls,” Big Mac replied.
“Hmm, did you check her room?”
“Eeyup.”
“Find anything?”
“Nope.”
Twilight pondered it for a moment. She recalled Applejack running off to Dodge Junction once. Still, that was the exception to the rule. She decided to go search for Applejack as soon as she opened up the barn for the cows.
“Big Mac, I’ll make sure the system is working then I’ll go find Applejack. I know how much you need the revenue from the milk to supplement your income between apple seasons.”
“Thanks, Twilight.” Big Mac continued to stand there, staring at the barn door. Inside his head, he was trying to figure out exactly how the whole machine worked.
Twilight wasted no time heading upstairs to Applejack’s room. When she got in there it was empty as Big Mac had said. Her stetson was gone, and she never went anywhere without it. There were also no saddlebags on the hook in the wall.
Heading over to the computer, she found it had frozen. Some hexadecimal messages were flashing on the blue screen.
“Heh, Winmare 8. I knew I should have stuck to version seven,” Twilight said. She pushed the reset button, rebooting the system. Tapping a hoof impatiently, it eventually came back to life.
Loading BIOS. . .
Checking ram. . .
Verifying integrity of cache. . .
Launching Winmare 8™. . .
Winmare 8™ Agricultural Edition
Running self-diagnostics. . .
System operational.
Voice commands: active
Power level: 99%
Stall one: empty.
Stall two: empty.
Stall three: empty.
Stall four: empty.
Stall five: empty.
Stall six: empty.
Stall seven: empty.
Stall eight: empty.
Stall nine: empty.
Stall ten: empty.
Sickbay eleven: empty.
Sickbay twelve: empty.
Begin daily operation? (Y/N) _
Twilight activated the barn for normal use. She then tried to bring up the control panel and check to see if anything had been damaged or lost when the computer froze.
Enter password: _
She keyed the password she had given Applejack, hoping she hadn’t changed it.
Incorrect password. 2 tries remaining.
Enter password: _
Twilight groaned, then recalled the backdoor she had installed in the software. All she had to do was put in Spike’s birthday!
Incorrect password. 1 try remaining.
Enter password: _
“Crap!” Twilight blushed, and keyed in the correct birthday for Spike.
Password accepted.
She pulled up the history to see all activity in the barn. There was only a single entry. Stall number seven had been activated by Lillie. She produced four gallons of milk. After that, there had been a brief interruption to the power grid, causing the computer to crash.
Twilight ran a memory check, and found no other errors. She logged out and went down to let Big Mac know he could start milking the cows.
Applejack had a headache and a sore stomach. It had been a long night without any sleep. She felt something jab her in the flank and inject hormones, barely noticing the needle. Unknown to her, there were cows only a few feet away happily chatting and being milked in their stalls.
The machine continued to monitor Applejack’s condition. It continued to send updates to the mainframe on its progress, however the disconnected cable meant that none of that information actually made it to the mainframe. The mainframe then had no information to send to the control panel in Applejack’s room.
The feeding device pushed itself into Applejack’s lips. She whined and her stomach grumbled. Her nose was incredibly sore from yesterday, and her legs were locking up a little from not moving around enough.
Applejack saw an arm reaching down for the chain attached to her bull ring. Her eyes went wide in horror, not wanting to spend an hour in pain as her neck was forced back, ring taut against her nose.
She did her best to lick her lips then squeezed the nipple, suckling on it. Applejack drew in long gulps of the fluid, swallowing most of it but a little still dripped out due to the bit. The arm reaching for her bull ring stopped, then receded.
Sighing in relief, she slowed down a little but continued to drink the fluid. Applejack was glad that the machine wouldn’t force her to drink if she chose to. Besides, Twilight would be here any minute to let her out.
Applejack realized she had another problem. Her bowels felt full and she needed to pee. The restraints were holding her still and there was no telling how long it would be until she got out of the stall. Recalling the drain, she closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing.
Like a wild, uncivilized animal, she felt her tail flick to the side as her bowels emptied themselves behind her. She felt relieved and ashamed at how easily she had just done that. Applejack then relieved her bladder, feeling a thick stream spray down towards the floor.
Had Applejack not knocked a connection loose, the stall would have washed her waste down the drain. The odor had begun to reach her nose and she realized that she’d now have to stand in her filth until somepony found her.
A part of her was so embarrassed, picturing Big Mac or Apple Bloom finding her here. She’d have a large pile of poo sitting behind her. Her lovely hair would be matted from her own filth. And the nose ring—Applejack didn’t know how she’d ever explain that to ponies around town.
The flow of nutrients stopped and she continued to suckle absentmindedly. A fan whirred on inside her sick bay, circulating fresh air in for her.
Applejack’s lack of sleep caught up with her. She found the neck rest oddly comfortable and warm, like a soft pillow. The way she was supported by the machine allowed her to relax her sore muscles. Yawning widely, she wiggled into a nice spot for a nap, and fell asleep.
She woke up to her lips being prodded by the nipple feeder. Applejack opened her eyes and awoke from a pleasant dream about suckling on Lillie. A gentle blue light illuminated the mural in front of her. The lights in her stall matched the day and night cycle outside the barn. Applejack realized she must have slept all day when she saw this.
The nipple prodded again, and an arm jingled the chain to her nose ring. Applejack closed her lips around the nipple and sucked, her mind wandering as she fed. She wondered why Twilight hadn’t found her, or why Big Mac hadn’t panicked when she vanished.
Applejack felt something squirt, pausing her eating for a moment. It had felt like a pinch, perhaps a shot, but it had pulled fluid out of her. She felt it again, as something vibrated gently against her teat and sucked.
She closed her eyes and waited for it again. This time it was on the other tit. Applejack had begun producing milk—a pitiful quantity, but milk nonetheless. The hormones being pumped into her had stimulated her body, tricking it into thinking she had delivered a baby.
The machine hadn’t stopped there. It had been searching its database and mixing the exact vitamins, hormones, and medicines necessary to ease the calf in the sickbay back to full health. It’s first hurdle was stimulating lactation, and it analyzed the sample. The quantity needed to be improved, and the quality was still sorely lacking. It prepared another injection, which would help repair the damaged DNA in Applejack.
There was another pinch, this time a shot, and a few more squirts of milk escaped Applejack. The suction cups under her ribcage were trying and failing to collect her fluids. Applejack sighed, struggling for a minute out of a desire to feel like she was doing something to escape. However, she was beginning to believe it impossible to get out of this stall from the inside.
The feeding tube poked against her teeth, and she resumed feeding. Her belly was starting to protest again, ballooning up as she ate her meal. The machine seemed to be over-feeding her, but there was little she could do about it. Applejack wondered how much weight she would gain before her friends found her here.
She barely batted an eye when her bladder filled up and she emptied it out on the floor. It would have been too much hassle to use a toilet anyway, and it’s just piss.
Over the coming days she lost all sense of time. Sure, Applejack could tell if it was night or day outside. However, after the fourth day she had lost count. Now she knew it was more than four but less than ten. She took a wild guess, deciding to call it a week. Applejack drank down the sweet nutrient slushy the machine fed her, and mentally celebrated her time in this living hell.
Behind her a large pile of her own filth had been slowly piling up and spreading across the floor. She could feel it against her hooves, the bars and shackles forcing her to stand in the muck.
Applejack could feel itching all over her skin, but couldn’t scratch it. That had been the worst part of her ordeal so far. Large patches of skin would start to itch, only ceasing a day later. The machine never made any acknowledgement of her plight, silently operating to the sides where the blinders attached to her head prevented her from seeing.
A moan escaped her lips as she felt a familiar tingling in her groin. Her marehood winked, shocking her, as she felt heat creep up her flanks. The suction cups on her teats had begun milking. Applejack was producing enough now for a foal, and felt like she was producing more each day. For some odd reason, the feeling of being milked was becoming highly erotic.
Now, her marehood dripped during the milking process. The feeling of relief as the tits were massaged and suckled by the mindless machine built up excitement inside her.
Excitement that she couldn’t relieve, due to her imprisonment.
Day after day the pleasurable milking process left her feeling unfulfilled. She would slide herself along the bar supporting her weight, even tug at the nose ring. Anything she tried to make that elusive orgasm arrive failed miserably.
The milking finally stopped, sending the samples off for testing in the machine, and disposal if it did not meet the requirements for cow milk. Applejack grunted in frustration as her pussy lips trembled. It would take a few hours for her arousal to completely fade. Until then, she had no choice but to finish her meal in silence.
From time to time she wondered about her friends. Why hadn’t they found her? Did they think she was dead? Were they off in Dodge Junction, expecting her to be picking cherries again?
Applejack clicked the bit in her mouth against her teeth. Click click click. She was so bored that her bit had become a prized toy. She could click up to a thousand, then do it again counting only evens. Applejack had practiced her prime numbers, multiplication, and eventually made a game out of seeing how fast she could click.
The stall was full of shit, now four inches deep. The restraints didn’t leave her much room to move, not that she wanted to look at that anyway. Her odor had long since vanished, her nose blocking it out. Applejack rolled the bit along her tongue and stared at the feeding tube, wondering when her next meal would come.
It had been weeks, maybe months, since she got trapped in this stall. Completely cut off from the outside world, she had no idea if her friends were looking for her or had held a funeral and moved on with their lives.
Applejack smiled as the familiar tugging on her nipples signaled the beginning of another session with the machine. Where she had once found the arousal maddening, it was far more pleasant now. It still left her yearning for a large bull to mount her and fill her with his seed, but was more like a pleasant massage now that she didn’t fight it.
There was a burning and stinging pain under her ribs. Applejack panicked, struggling in her restraints. It had been several cycles of the machine since she had received injections. After focusing for a moment, she located the source of discomfort.
Fluid was leaking out from just under her ribs, where the third and fourth suction cup were attached. Applejack had no tits there when she entered the stall. Now she felt the familiar pains of a newly formed teat being milked for the first time. The hormones seemed to have grown two new nipples.
Drop by drop, she felt the first batch of fluid escape her new nipples. They were very sore and tender, and quickly dried up. Applejack focused back on her full udders between her hind legs.
While she enjoyed the milking, she realized what this meant. The machine wasn’t just trying to cure her of some illness or disease, it was literally turning her into a cow. Applejack tensed up her muscles against the restraint, before quickly plopping back down to rest. Trying to resist the transformation was useless. Applejack is dead now, nopony cares about me. I’m stuck here in my own filth being milked, forever. I’ve failed. . .
When Applejack next awoke she had another headache, though different somehow. Something was stretching the skin of her forehead. It felt like she had been hit in the head, and had two large bumps on her skull. She also noticed her jaw and nose felt different. They felt longer and narrower.
She shifted in her stall, feeling the rolls of fat along her belly and sides jiggle. Smiling, Applejack enjoyed the warmth of her stall. Her new larger size allowed her to produce more milk. In turn, she got to enjoy each milking more and more.
Today her third and fourth udders felt wonderful. She had worried for a while they would never get better. Now her nipples had grown to be a couple inches long, and each time the milker applied suction a long stream squirt out.
Applejack moaned as she was milked. The large sacs under her stomach had filled up, and being relieved of that pressure felt better than normal. The pump alternated on her tits diagonally, drawing down her milk with expert precision.
She wiggled around, feeling her udder swing beneath her. She felt fluid leaking down her legs, and Applejack realized she was more than just horny. She felt the long-forgotten feeling of a building orgasm—and not just the feeling of being teased.
Applejack closed her mouth and eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure in her udder. She moaned with each pull and tug, willing the building warmth inside her to spread. Her marehood winked as her clitoris peeked out, and pulled itself back in. Applejack rubbed her inner thighs together, moistening them up. The stimulation wasn’t much, and she found herself focusing on her udder which felt so much better.
She found herself panting, her tits jiggling beneath her. The pressure and warmth built in her stomach and marehood. With little warning, she crossed a new threshold, feeling her first orgasm from being milked.
Applejack’s vision blurred as she went limp and started shivering. The milking continued, creating a constant stimulation on her udder. She felt wave after wave of pleasure with no end. Drool dripped down her bit to the floor. It wasn’t until the milk stopped flowing that she started to recover.
Sweating and exhausted from her enjoyable milking, Applejack closed her eyes to sleep. She felt a nipple push itself against her lips and drank without thinking.
Applejack yawned, shifting anxiously while waiting to be milked. She didn’t think often about her well-being as a pony. Instead, she thought about her little sister, her farm, family and friends. Applejack was happy being milked each day, but was worried there would be a whole town out there that had written her off for dead.
The machine analyzed Applejack, taking a quick blood sample to verify that she was healthy. Her milk output had reached double what the other cows output every day. Her DNA now matched that on profile for a cow, falling within the limits for deviation from the sample. Furthermore, she had shown no signs of violence or tendency towards injuring herself.
Applejack’s udder was full and she wondered why the machine hadn’t milked her yet. She had eaten her dinner and was tired, only waiting to be milked before going to sleep.
A sudden clicking was followed by a chain landing on the tile floor. Her nose ring had been released. Moments later, the bit, bridle, and blinders were removed from her head. Applejack began to look around, shocked at her unexpected release.
The manacles around her ankles released. It took her a moment to realize this fact, due to the muck caked around her legs. The bars supporting her new, larger frame withdrew. At the same time the bar holding her head against the neck rest lifted up.
Applejack wasn’t prepared to support her own weight, having grown used to the machine aiding her. Her legs buckled and gave out, and she landed in the muck. It was thick and deep, and she nearly gagged upon realizing what it was she had landed in.
The door to the stall opened, allowing in the crisp, cool air. She pushed herself up until she was standing on her shaking legs. They had not been used to do more than shift her weight from side to side for such a long time.
Backing out of the stall she found herself in the small hallway to the sickbays. There was another door swinging open to allow her to leave the stalls and return home. As she stumbled forward out of the bays, she realized her belly and left side were covered in muck. Her fur stank of sweat, and her mane and tail were matted against her sides.
There was a small shower in the corner of the barn for the cows to use, and Applejack stumbled over towards it. Once she made it inside, she turned the knob for the hot water and shivered as the shower began to heat up. She stood off to the side until the air started to warm, then Applejack stepped under the showerhead.
The hot water hit her and pierced through the aching muscles. Her entire body trembled as she sighed, all her stress melting away. Large blobs of the muck fell off her and were washed down the drain.
Applejack stood there and let it pour down her sides, making her feel like a pony again. By the time she reached over to find one of the bottles of shampoo, nearly all the filth had been washed off due to how long she had stood there, enjoying the shower.
As she rubbed her body with the shampoo, she got a good look at her sides. They were covered in dark brown splotches of color, interrupting her normally bright orange fur. Her mane and tail were brown, and she sported four nipples that looked like miniature cucumbers, dangling from her udder.
As she scrubbed her hair, it began to regain its normal blonde coloring. The spots on her side proved more stubborn, and she eventually gave up. Applejack cleaned her udder, causing some milk to squirt out. As her hooves rubbed the nipples, her legs buckled and she fell onto her side in the shower. She moaned and continued to poke at them for a minute, before remembering there was a milking machine just across the barn!
Applejack got up and turned the water off, then went to a nearby cabinet to find a towel. She dried herself off and looked in the mirror of the cabinet. The brown spots on her side looked like the spots on a cow. Applejack glanced at both flanks, marveling at the way they blended in with her orange pony coat of hair. She suddenly realized her brown cow spots went over the area where her cutie marks usually were. She squinted in the dim light and tried to see if her cutie mark was visable underneath, but she couldn't see anything in this light.
The dripping nipples below her and the pressure in her belly made her focus on the matters at hoof. Applejack walked across and glanced at one of the stalls. She was standing in front of stall number seven. A little creeped out, she went all the way down to stall number one to get milked.
As she stepped inside, she heard a familiar voice.
“Good evening! Welcome to the Apple family milking center. Please step in and state your name,” the recording of Twilight’s voice said.
Applejack stepped inside, glancing around nervously. “Um, I am Applejack,” she said. Pausing for a moment, she moved her jaw around and wondered what happened to her accent.
“Welcome, Applejack! A new account has been created. Please step forward and the proceeds of your milk will be available in seven days.”
“Is it safe?” Applejack asked.
“Of course! You can access a list of commands by saying ‘system help’, or state your query in the form of a question,” the machine said.
“Pfft, Twilight should have updated you sooner.”
“Searching. . . The last update was performed two days ago when Maresoft released a security update for Winmare 8™.”
Applejack’s udder protested her delay, aching slightly. “Whatever, milk me.”
“Command accepted. Enjoy your stay!”
Groaning, she stepped forward and rest her head on the neck rest. A padded bar lowered, holding her head still. She flinched back, feeling a dreadful deja vu.
The bar above her head loosened. “Please relax, Applejack,” the machine said using a recording of Applejack saying her own name moments earlier. “The head rest is for your comfort and to ensure the equipment isn’t damaged.”
As she relaxed, she felt the most wonderful thing she could recall: four plastic suction devices attaching themselves over her nipples, and pulling themselves against her udder. No sooner had the suction started, Applejack had gone limp in pleasure.
The machine caught her, supporting her weight on two bars. Applejack suddenly realized why the machine had to ‘hold’ the cows. Being milked felt amazing.
Chills shot up her spine and her entire udder tingled. As the milk was drawn out of her, she began to feel giddy. The act of being milked was stoking a fire inside of her in a way no stallion ever had.
She felt herself winking and shaking on her hooves. The suction increased in power and frequency, drawing out all of her milk. Applejack screamed in pleasure as an orgasm rocked her. She swayed side to side and writhed as the milking machine continued its work.
Finally she could take no more, passing out as the last of the milk was collected.
Big Mac had woken up and gone through his normal morning routine. He’d gotten Apple Bloom ready for school, let Winona out, and headed outside to begin his chores.
First up was unlocking the barn with the milking machine and allowing the cows to begin using it. They usually showed up in about an hour as the sun rose a little higher. The income was okay, keeping the family afloat after Applejack vanished.
As part of his regular routine, he’d head over to the room just outside the barn where the freshly collected milk was stored. Big Mac had grown rather fond of the fresh milk, as opposed to the milk from the town grocery store. It tasted much better this way.
He walked inside and saw that the storage unit for stall one was completely full. He got a cup and poured himself a glass of milk. Judging by how much was in there, it had been the product of three or four cows yesterday. It had passed through Twilight’s system, ensuring the milk was safe to consume.
Big Mac took a sip and his eyes went wide. It was heavenly! Big Mac gulped down the rest, and poured himself another cup. In the time since Applejack vanished he’d drank milk every single morning, but it’d never tasted this great.
After a few more glasses, he set his cup down and went out front. He unlocked the barn, swinging the doors wide open to allow a good breeze inside. Big Mac went in to make sure the machines were ready for the day.
In the first stall there was a flashing yellow light. He sighed, knowing this meant a cow had snuck in to be milked and fallen asleep. It’d happened a few times, usually with the younger cows, so he’d been forced to start locking the barn at night.
Big Mac tapped a button and the privacy screen lowered, revealing a curvy orange rump with brown spots and a familiar blonde tail. “Wake up, missy,” Big Mac said. He poked her in the flank, causing her to yelp and start to get to her hooves.
As soon as he saw her mane—something cows don’t have—everything clicked into place.
“AJ?” Big Mac’s eyes went wide in shock as she turned to face him, and her emerald eyes lit up.
“Mac! Oh thank Celestia.” Applejack ran out of the stall and leapt on him, hugging him.
To her surprise, he fell backwards under her weight. She felt her udder squish between them and squirt out a little milk.
“Sis! We thought ya were dead!”
“No, I got stuck in the milk machine, there was some sort of error code. How long has it been?”
“Two months.”
Applejack stood up, shocked, allowing Big Mac to recover.
“Wow, you really do look like a cow—no offense,” Mac explained.
“Yeah, I reckon we need to get Twilight over here. I must have fallen asleep milking last night.”
“Wait, that was your milk from stall one? You filled an entire barrel’s worth!” Big mac licked his lips.
“You drank my milk?!” Applejack shouted.
“What? It was delicious! Besides, ah didn’t know it was yours!”
Her udders began to ache, already nearly full since the last milking. She glanced back at the machine, eager to get serviced. “Look, you go get Twilight while I take care of something.”
“Huh?” Big Mac asked.
“Milked you dummy! Come on, Big Mac, it’s embarrassing enough but until Twilight fixes this mess I have to act like a cow!”
“Oh, right! Just stay right here, sis! Twilight will never believe this!”
Applejack turned around and tried to go into stall one. A red light flashed the letters ‘full’ across the front of the stall. She turned and went into stall two.
“Good evening! Welcome to the Apple family milking center. Please step in and state your name.”
Applejack stepped inside. “Applejack.”
“Welcome, Applejack! Please step forward and the proceeds of your milk will be available in seven days.”
She rested her head in the familiar cradle and felt the suction cups attach themselves. Closing her eyes, Applejack went straight to Nirvana as her teats were fondled and suckled. She imagined four little calves eagerly licking up her offering. Juices flowed down her hind legs as she became more aroused.
Applejack started moaning and shouting out in pleasure, riding the waves of her orgasm before settling down.
“New here honey?” a cow said.
She jumped, startled, and turned left to face the voice. A few other cows had wandered inside and were being milked. Lillie was in the stall next to hers, smiling. “Lillie?”
“Oh, you’ve heard of me? I’m the lead heifer in our happy bovine community. We live in the housing tract east of the farm. Did you just move here?”
“No, I’m Applejack,” she said dryly.
“Heh, well you do have a cunning resemblance to her, honey, but that mare went missing two months ago. Best not antagonize the Apple family, or you won’t get to enjoy being milked anymore.” Lillie winked, nodding at a cow next to her who was biting onto a rubber bit to muffle her moaning.
“Wait, you orgasm from being milked too?”
“Not all of us, and I’ve never heard one who sounded like they enjoyed it as much as you do. Usually it’s the younger cows, especially when in heat.”
“Oh.” Applejack blushed, biting her lip as the milking continued to pleasure her.
“I still find it hard to believe this isn’t some kind of prank,” Twilight said. She followed Big Mac up to the side of the barn where the milk was stored in large cylinders.
“Ah know it’s unnatural, but she was stuck in the stall the whole time!”
“The computer showed all the stalls empty the morning she left! And the machine ran without a hiccup since then.”
“Well, look! See this vat?” Big Mac pointed to the full vat labeled number one. “That was AJ, from one trip to the machine! And this one is her right now.”
Twilight took a closer look at the second vat, which was half full and steadily filling. “Even if she was a cow, she’s putting out at least triple what another cow puts out in a day. It’s not possible!”
“Not only that, it tastes better than cow’s milk,” Big Mac explained. He started to fill up a glass with Applejack’s milk. “It got a hint of apples.”
“Heh, how cliche. I’m not sure I’m comfortable drinking this but. . . for science?” Twilight lifted the glass up in her levitation and sipped it. “Hmm, tastes more like blueberries to me.”
“Hey everypony! What’s goin’ on?” Pinkie asked. She had appeared, as if out of nowhere, behind them.
“Pinkie?! What are you doing here?” Twilight asked.
“Pinkie sense. That, and I sorta saw you two walking here from the library talking about Applecow. I thought it was some kinda awesome prank and didn’t want to ruin it!”
“Ugh, for the last time, not a prank.” As if to accentuate Big Mac’s point, they heard a familiar voice screaming in joy from inside the barn.
“Pinkie, taste this milk for me,” Twilight said.
“Okie dokie loki!” She lifted up Twilight’s cup of milk and sipped it. Her eyes went wide and she became giddy. “Wow! Chocolate milk! And it’s white instead of brown! This is the best stuff ever! Mind if I have some more?”
“Knock yourself out,” Big Mac said. “Me and Twilight have business to attend.” He gestured to her, and they walked out of the storage room.
“Fascinating, it’s almost like her milk takes on the favorite taste of whoever drinks it. Why, we could be ushering in a new discovery in food nutrition!”
Big Mac walked up to the second stall, and gestured inside. “Hey sis, ya got a visitor.”
Twilight froze, staring at a familiar orange tush that looked like it had been inflated fifty-percent larger. “Applejack?!”
There was a jingling as she lifted her head and started to back up. The machine withdrew the suction cups.
“Thank you! Come again!” the machine said.
Applejack backed out of the stall and turned around. “Howdy Twilight! I guess you heard about my little accident, huh? Why didn’t you let me out!”
“I uh—this isn’t possible! The system was fine the day you vanished!” Twilight began looking around frantically as if there would be a clue on a sticky note somewhere nearby.
“Well, it is, and I’d appreciate being changed back.”
Twilight lit up her horn, scanning Applejack for a minute. “I don’t know what to say. I’ll do some research, but I can’t tell the difference between you and a normal cow!”
“Ugh, what am I supposed to do until then? I just got done chatting with a couple of the cows while I was being milked and convinced them my name is Betsy and I’m from Apploosa.”
“Hmm, hey Big Mac can she live in the barn for a little while? I’ll look into this and I don’t want to panic anypony yet.”
“Sure. Ya think her milk is safe to sell?” Big Mac asked.
“What?! You’re gonna sell my milk?” Applejack said.
“Hmm, it did taste delicious, and she’s nearly filled two vats in twenty-four hours. Plus, the machine wouldn’t have sent it for storage if it detected any contamination.”
Applejack raised an eyebrow. “You’re not serious?”
“Sis,” Big Mac said, drawing her gaze. “Money’s been tight, and you’ve produced in one milking what takes about four cows to do! Ah’ve at least got to sell what we make until Twilight fixes this to cover the debt we got into since ya left. Had to pay for a funeral and everything.”
That last bit sobered her up, and Applejack remembered her little sister. “Oh no, you had a funeral? How’d Apple Bloom take it?”
“Not well, but ah can have her drop by once ah think of something to tell her,” Big Mac offered.
“I’d like that.”
“Then it’s settled, just hang out here for a while.” Twilight trotted outside to head back to her lab. First she wanted to collect a sample of the milk to test.
Inside the storage room, Pinkie was laying on her back and moaning in pain. Her belly had ballooned up to nearly twice her previous width. A few drops of Applejack’s milk were all that was left in the second vat.
“Ugh, Twilight! I think I drank too much!” Pinkie exclaimed.
“Pinkie! That was like, two hundred bits worth of milk! You know Big Mac coulda used the money!”
“I couldn’t help it. It tasted so good,” Pinkie whined. “Can I have some more?”
“No! Once your tummy settles I want you to head home. Maybe if you help Big Mac sell her next batch of milk, he’ll set some aside for you.”
Pinkie’s tummy growled. “Alright, but I think I need a nap.”
Big Mac had shown Applejack out the back doors of the barn. There was a metal fenced in area with fresh grass, hay, and alfalfa. He explained to her how they had increased security on the farm after she had vanished.
A chain link perimeter fence now circled the farm. The cow’s lived in a gated community just east of the farm. Together a thriving community had sprung up as cows looking to make more profit for their milk started moving in. In turn, Big Mac had to control access to the farm and make sure there were no break ins.
He had installed the locks on the barn doors, as well as this yard behind the barn for grazing. It also included an old-fashioned lean-too against the side with fresh straw for cows to sleep on. When a new cow traveled to Ponyville with no place to stay, they would live here in the yard for a day or two until they found a place to rent.
Then Big Mac had left to finish his chores. The day had been rather uneventful since then. Applejack had eaten grass, taken a nap, eaten some more grass, and relieved herself in the barn’s bathroom.
As the sun set on her first night, Big Mac had locked the barn door to keep other cows out. As a side effect, he had locked Applejack in. She was frustrated to see Apple Bloom heading home from school, yet too far away to shout out and get her attention.
Defeated, she hung her head over the fence and watched the sun go down.
“Hey, hey you! New cow!” Dash flew down and landed in the grass beside Applejack. “Wow, you remind me a lot of a friend of mine.”
She turned to face the pegasus, and chuckled. “I imagine so, Dash. It’s almost like Applejack got trapped in the machine and turned into a cow.”
Dash cocked her head to the side, then the recognition hit her. “Yeah! It is like that!”
Applejack groaned and slapped her forehead with a hoof. “I swear, Dash, you’re thicker than a lead brick in wet cement.”
With a loud gasp, Dash finally put two and two together correctly. “Applejack?! What the hay! We thought you were dead!”
“Dash, I just told you I was trapped in the machine!”
“Really? Wow, I totally called it. I was like ‘hey Twilight, if you build a giant machine won’t it take over the world like in Daring Do? Are you okay? Is it permenant?”
“I don’t know, Dash, I only just got out today.”
Dash circled around her. “Hmm, tiny horns, lots of spots, no cutie mark, and you’ve gained some weigh—”
“Hey! Who are you callin’ fat!” Applejack shouted.
“Whoa nelly! I didn’t mean it like that, but you did sorta add a few dozen pounds.” Dash chuckled, flying up into the air to avoid Applejack’s wrath.
“Get down here you no good vermin!”
Dash chuckled, then spotted the udder. “Hey wait, does that thing work?”
“You mean this?” Applejack raised a hoof to her udder. “Yeah, and it feels better than any toy or stallion I ever stuck in my folds.”
“Really? Do you uh. . . think I could try some?” Dash asked.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to go into the milker before I go to bed, I could make you some,” Applejack offered.
Dash blushed, landing in the grass next to her. “Oh, well actually I was thinking of something a little more. . . fun, for both of us.”
“I’m not sure I like where you’re headed, Dash.”
“Hear me out! You said being milked was like sex, and I’ve always sorta had this fetish. . . Plus what have we got to lose? I’ve always wanted to experiment a little with you, see if we could be more. It really hit close to home when I thought you’d just up and left Ponyville for good.”
Applejack blinked and stepped closer to Dash. “Are you. . . crying?”
“What?” Dash wiped her eyes. “No way! It’s my allergies acting up.”
Chuckling softly, she glanced around. “Well, if it means that much to you, and since we are alone. . .” Applejack looked at the small ‘room’ for her to sleep at. Then she remembered the soft padded blankets in the makeshift lounge of the barn. “Come on, Dashie.”
She trot inside and Dash’s jaw dropped. Applejacks ample bosom was rocking side to side as she trotted into the barn. Her udder swung back and forth in a tantalizing manner. Dash followed quietly until they were both inside.
“So, Dash, you said you had some sort of fetish. Mind telling me how I can make you enjoy this more? After all, I’m fairly certain I’ll enjoy being milked, so it’s only fair you do too.”
Dash gulped and glanced back at the open barn door. She trotted over and closed it, then came back. “Promise not to tell anypony. I uh. . . well. . .”
“Spit it out. This ain’t the time to get cold hooves, I feel ready to burst.”
“Could you talk to me like a baby and pat my belly and give me a little tongue once I’m full?” Dash stated rapidly.
“What?” Applejack looked at her in surprise, and saw Dash frown, as if she were about to actually pout. “No, wait, I mean I’ll do it. You just caught me off guard, is all.”
“Oh, whew. You had me worried. So, let’s do some roleplaying then!”
Applejack laughed, going over and laying down on one of the thick blankets. “In a million years, I never thought we’d hook up like this.”
“Like this? So, you have thought about us hooking up.”
“Hush, or mommy won’t give you any milk.”
Dash moaned and smiled. “Yes, mommy.”
Applejack laid on her side, exposing her udder and four nipples to Dash. “Come on, you need mommy’s milk to grow up strong.”
Dash nodded. “You’re doing great.” She smiled, then knelt down and crawled up to her udder. Laying on her side, Dash inhaled and smelled her udder. It had the scent of fresh rain. Eager to begin, she sealed her lips around the closest nipple.
A small bit of milk squirted out, tasting of cinnamon with a hint of grape and apple. Dash suckled the engorged teat, causing a larger stream to squirt out.
“Nice,” Applejack moaned. “Like that, Dashiepoo.”
Dash moaned her approval as she bit the tit gently and sucked harder. She found a rhythm and was soon swallowing mouthful after mouthful of milk. With each swallow she felt more and more content and sleepy.
Something poked Dash in the eye, and she felt fluid dribble down her nose. Pulling back, she saw that the other three tits had expanded, their nipples growing longer as they too begged for attention.
She took the next tit in her mouth and sucked the milk out. Applejack was moaning loudly and her body began to shake. “Y-yes, such a good little filly.”
“Mmm hmm,” Dash said with a mouth full of milk. She felt herself wink at Applejack, and flicked her tail out of the way.
AJ smelt the familiar scent of an aroused mare, and opened her eyes. A few inches in front of her was Dash’s glistening marehood. “Time to r-reward mommy’s g-good little filly.”
Dash gasped, letting the milk spill out of her mouth as a warm, wide tongue licked her slit from top to bottom. It then ran up the length again, causing her to quiver in delight. “Yes, mommy, I’m a g-good filly!”
She saw the two lowest teats begging for attention. They had expanded to nearly four inches long as Applejack grew aroused. Dash used a hoof to help guide them both into her mouth at once.
When she suckled, Dash was rewarded with two streams of the liquid ambrosia. Her hooves slid up to Applejack’s two unused teats, and she began to knead them like a cat.
Applejack had to stop her licking for a moment as the quadruple stimulation caused her to have a small orgasm. Instead of fading, it seemed to reach a dull roar and stay there. She returned the thanks by sticking her tongue into the wet tunnel in front of her. After a moment she found Dash’s clit, causing Dash to cease her suckling as her mind blanked from the pleasure.
Two can play that game, Dash thought. She started taking longer draws on the twin nipples in her mouth. With her hooves, she grasped the base of a tit and squeezed, spraying milk out across her mane.
The warm fluid flowed down Dash’s hairs to the floor, and felt amazing. She grasped the other teat, tugging down on it. Milk splashed against her eyes just as she closed them, and ran down her muzzle. Dash moaned, imagining the sight of herself drenched in Applejack’s milk.
AJ felt the squirts of fluid leaving her and paused to glance upward. She shuddered as she saw spray after spray of her milk soaking into Dash’s fur, turning the cyan mare a frothy-white. She did her best to resume pleasuring her marefriend while panting for breath. The machine had nothing on the beautiful pegasus currently beside her.
Dash was approaching her orgasm and could barely focus. She moved her hooves further up the udder, and repositioned herself to glance at it. Picking out the largest nipple, she took the entirety of it in her mouth.
Applejack felt Dash latch on completely to that single tit. Her teeth were around the base of it against the udder, and her lips were sealed above that. Dash’s hooves squeezed the base of her udder nearest her ribs, forcing all the milk downward.
Dash breathed through her nose and fought the urge to gag until it passed. The engorged nipple in her mouth was tickling the back of her throat, and she sucked as hard as she could. Entire mouthfuls of milk were being sprayed into the back of her throat and swallowed as fast as she could, racing against Applejack to make her cum first.
Inside Dash’s snatch, Applejack had begun tormenting her clit again. With her udder lit on fire with pleasure, Applejack had only seconds left to make Dash cum first and lose their unofficial race. She started suckling, tempting Dash’s clit out further. If she could just get her muzzle in deep enough to nibble on it. . .
The two mares exploded in orgasm together. Dash’s legs clamped down on Applejack’s head, burying her muzzle in her squirting pussy. Meanwhile, Dash inhaled hard, sucking nearly half of Applejack’s udder in before Dash couldn’t breathe. She held that position, fighting to keep Applejack from pulling the beautiful teat out of her mouth.
The two lost track of time as they squirmed on the blanket together, enjoying their embrace. When it finally came to an end, Dash let go and yawned.
“Oh, is mommy’s baby tired?” Applejack asked.
Dash nodded. “Mmmhmm.”
She chuckled, gesturing to the bed next to them. “Come on, baby, let’s get some dry blankets.
Slowly Dash got to her hooves and walked onto the pile of clean blankets next to them. “Wasn’t expecting—so good. Sleep?”
Applejack chuckled as Dash collapsed on the blankets. “Yes, baby, nap time.” She placed a blanket over Dash and then laid down next to her. She pulled Dash in close, laying her head on Dash’s flank.
From this position, similiar to the sixty-nine they had just been in, Dash felt a nipple in front of her. Much more casually and slowly, her lips instinctually closed around it and suckled.
AJ pulled her friend in a little closer, sharing their warmth, and sighing in contentment. Something about nursing a pony felt so right, like she was meant to do it.
Dash, barely awake, was beginning to dream of the Wonderbolts. With peace of mind and a full tummy, she fell asleep. Occassionally, she’d suckle a little more milk out of the tit in her mouth.
Applejack laid there and enjoyed the sensations a little longer, before joining Dash in sleep.
Apple Bloom was headed out to school when she saw Dash fly out of the barn. Curious, she went over and squeezed under the fence, then walked inside the unlocked back door of the barn.
She gasped as she saw a large orange pony that reminded her of her sister.
“Apple Bloom?” AJ asked.
She recognized that voice. “S-sis?” She tilted her head to the side, looking for Applejack’s cutie mark but finding only her brown spots.
“Oh I’m so glad to see you.” Applejack walked over and hugged her, only to feel her crying. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing. We just had a funeral when you died and now—you’re a cow! I mean, you look okay and all.”
“I got stuck inside this infernal contraption, Apple Bloom. It turned me into a cow.”
Apple Bloom looked up at her. “Well, maybe it’s not all bad! You can live life as a cow and still be my sister. After all, it’d be weird for you to be a pony again after we went and buried an empty casket for you.”
“I’m not sure I’d want to remain Betsy, though. Why don’t you run along to school and we can talk about it later,” Applejack said. “Just don’t tell anypony I’m a cow, I don’t know what I’d do if they came over and started gawking.
She nodded, then left.
It had been a long week for Applejack. She’d been cooped up in the milking barn, with only her night time visits from Dash to relieve her stress. The other cows had taken to calling her Betsy all the time. Dash had heard this, and started calling her Betsy in private, prefering AJ in public. Even Apple Bloom, who had always called her sister, had told her what a cute name it was.
Outside of the barn, Twilight and Mac were preparing to break the bad news to Applejack.
“I’m sure, Mac, there’s no way to change her back. It seems to have used up the magic that made her an Earth pony when it turned her to a cow. Even if I made the exact opposite—a pony milking machine—it wouldn’t be able to ‘revert’ her to a pony. This was a freak accident,” Twilight explained.
“Could other ponies be turned into cows?” Big Mac asked.
“I checked all the connections, they won’t come loose anymore. So there’s no way it’ll happen again.” Twilight gestured to her saddlebags. “The best thing we can do is help her accept and adjust to life as a normal cow.”
“It’s for the best, ah guess.”
“Yeah, the Element of Honesty was already passed down to Apple Bloom. And we can’t have a cow running all over the place thinking she’s a pony,” Twilight said. “Come on, let’s go tell her.”
They unlocked the barn door and went inside. Applejack was just coming out of a stall from having been milked, and saw them. “Great, I was wondering how much longer it’d be until you came to fix this, Twilight.”
“I have some bad news,” Twilight began. “I’ve tried everything I could think of, but there’s no way I know of to reverse this. I also asked Celestia for help. She couldn’t think of a way to turn a cow back to a pony either, though she absolutely loved your milk!”
“I can’t ever go back?” Applejack sat down in shock.
“No, but you have an entire new life to live now! I’ve rented you an apartment in the cow’s gated community. From now on, you’ll be known as Betsy. I even got you this.” Twilight opened her saddlebag and levitated her gift out.
Applejack’s eyes went wide as she saw a cow bell and a collar. There was a small name tag that said ‘Betsy’ on it. “You’re serious?!”
Big Mac walked up to her. “App—I mean, Betsy, ya have made four times as many bits as a cow as ya ever did as a farmer. The family needs the money from this.”
“What about you, or Apple Bloom?” Applejack asked.
“We can still visit and be your friends,” Mac replied.
“And you’re still free to visit Ponyville, just like any cow!” Twilight paused to attach the collar to Applejack. The bell rang as she shifted her shoulders and moved the collar to a more comfortable position. “You just have to get this silly notion that you’re a real pony out of your head or it’ll be bad for your mental health, Betsy.”
“But I. . .”
“What about me?” Dash asked.
Twilight looked behind Applejack, seeing Dash standing at the far end of the barn. “Dash, we’re busy with this new cow here.”
“I know, Twilight. Betsy is Applejack. I don’t care, I just want her to tell me if what we had this week means anything to her,” Dash said.
Applejack felt a few tears roll down her cheeks. “Of course it does, Dashie. I love you.”
“Then why would you want to change? Why can’t we be happy the way we are now? You could never feel this close to me as a pony.”
Choking back further tears, Applejack nodded. “I guess I at least owe it to you to try and be a normal cow.”
Dash smiled, walking over to nuzzle against her side. “Thank you, Applejack.”
“Your welcome, Dashiepoo.”
Twilight chuckled. “Well, I guess it’s settled. You can move in with the cows and we’ll get your new life started!”
It had been a long month after her agreement to try life as a cow. True to his word, Mac had been making four times as many bits off Betsy as any other cow. In turn, her cut of the profit was large enough to rent a house instead of a single apartment room.
The cow’s gated community was rather nice. It featured a well-maintained set of grass streets. The houses were all one story, expertly crafted by Minotaurs to cater specifically for a cow’s needs. Bulls and Minotaurs would stop by every so often, usually to find a mate in heat to have their calves.
Betsy also felt safe inside the walled compound. No predators would threaten them, nor would they have to worry about ponies wandering in and gawking as her udders leaked milk in the middle of a stroll.
Today was a special day for Betsy, and she headed over to Sweet Apple Acres to get milked before the festivities started.
Inside the barn, she saw Twilight working on one of the stalls. Half a dozen other cows were in there right now being milked.
“Hey, Twilight, I’ve been meaning to ask about the Summer Sun celebration,” Betsy said.
Twilight shook her head. “Hey, Lillie! Betsy here has a question for you.”
“Twi, why can’t you—”
Twilight glanced over at the cow. “That’s Princess, and I’m too busy to make time for every cow that wants to chat.”
Applejack’s jaw fell in shock. “But I—”
“What is it, Betsy?” Lillie said. She walked out of her stall to face her.
“I was trying to ask Twilight about the summer sun celebration,” Betsy explained.
“She’s busy, honey, we shouldn’t bother her.”
“But I’m her friend, Applejack!” Betsy said.
Lillie chuckled. “Come now, honey, let’s talk about this while you get milked.” She ushered her into a stall and walked into the stall next to her to keep her company.
The machinery whirred to life. “Why do her and some of the other ponies treat me so different?”
“It’s our place, honey,” Lillie explained. “We’re cows and they’re ponies. We rely on their magic and weather control. We owe it to them to behave and provide milk for their young.”
“She could at least pretend I’m still her friend,” Betsy complained.
“Applejack died, Betsy. All we have now is a lovely cow with the cutest orange fur I’ve ever seen. You can’t keep dredging up those memories and hurting the ones you love.”
Besty sighed loudly. “I guess you’re right.” She bit her lip, muffling her moaning. Betsy had become very skilled at controlling herself when the milk machine brought her to frequent orgasm.
“So you’re going to Apple Bloom’s cutecenera?” Lillie asked.
“Yeah, wish I’d been there to see her get it,” Betsy said.
“At least you’re still being included in their lives. A lot of ponies just don’t feel comfortable having cows around them all the time. Still a little bit of prejudice and all.”
“You think she’ll be glad to see me?”
“Of course she will! You may not be her sister, but the way I hear it Apple Bloom is always bragging about her Auntie Betsy to her friends. Thinks you’re the nicest, sweetest cow she’s ever met and I hear at breakfast she chooses to drink nothing aside from your milk.”
“Heh, imagine that. Maybe she’ll like to have a sleepover at my house,” Betsy said.
“Ponies aren’t usually allowed to stay overnight in our housing tract, but I’m sure for you the homeowner’s association will gladly allow it,” Lillie stated. “You’ve become an unofficial ambassador of sorts between us and the ponies.”
“Well, feels like I’m done for now,” Betsy said. “Best head to the party.” She backed out of the stall, glancing over at Twilight. “Bye, Twi, thanks for the hard work.”
“Your welcome, Betsy,” she said, not bothering to crawl out from under the stall she was working on.
It didn’t take Betsy long to get to Apple Bloom’s cutecenera. Pinkie Pie was throwing it in the south field, where there was plenty of grass, fresh air, and sunshine.
“Hey Betsy!” Pinkie shouted. “I’m so glad to see you! I didn’t know when to throw you a month-a-versry then I remembered it’s been a month since you were ‘born’ so how about tomorrow?”
Betsy smiled. “Thanks, Pinkie, I’d love to have you and the girls over at my house to celebrate.”
Pinkie tilted her head to the side. “Uh, you sure that’s okay with the cows to have us all visit the housing tract?”
“I don’t see why not. Hey, is that Apple Bloom?”
“Yeah.” Pinkie pointed to her cutie mark. “You ever think she’d get that as a cutie mark?”
“Can’t say I did. She sure has grown.”
Betsy started to walk over towards Apple Bloom, only to get stopped by Dash. “Psst, Betsy,” Rainbow whispered.
She turned to face her. “Yeah, Dash?”
Rainbow smiled sheepishly. She had been visiting Betsy almost every single night to nurse and have sex. The two had grown nearly inseparable. “I uh—can I come by tonight for the usual?”
Betsy smiled, glad that at least one pony was still treating her the same. “Of course, Dash. I may have Apple Bloom over to spend the night, so tap on my window after sunset.”
“Thanks, Betsy,” Dash cooed. She rubbed against her side, flicking her with her tail. It drew a few glances from ponies who weren’t used to inter-species relationships.
Betsy sighed inwardly, sad to hear Dash call her that. Sure, Betsy and Dashiepoo were their pet names when in bed together. However, Rainbow had continued to call her Applejack longer than anypony else, only recently accepting her new role as Betsy in public.
“Apple Bloom, how’s it going?” Betsy asked, sure that her sister would cheer her up.
“Betsy, I’m glad you could make it!” Apple Bloom ran over and hugged her.
She felt a lump in her throat and managed not to cry. Even her sister, Apple Bloom, had grown used to treating her like a cow. Betsy managed a small smile. “I uh, wanted to celebrate and invite you over to my place tonight. We can hang out, like old times.”
“Oh, I uh. . . I’d like that, Betsy,” Apple Bloom said. “I’m supposed to have a Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover tonight, though.”
“You can all have it at my house! It’s plenty big enough, and I’m dying to hear you three recount the story of how you got that cutie mark!” Betsy kneeled down in front of her. “Please, Apple Bloom. I’ve missed you so badly.”
She smiled. “Okay, sis.”
Betsy smiled widely, feeling great joy inside at having her relationship with Apple Bloom acknowledged.
“And uh, the crusaders and I have all tried your milk, you know that, right, Betsy?”
“I think the whole town has by now,” Betsy said.
“We’d really like to try it from the source, if you know what I mean.” Apple Bloom gave her a mischievous smirk.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with three fillies I know nursing on me,” Betsy said.
“Please!” Apple Bloom pouted.
“Aww, all right.”
“Yay!” Apple Bloom ran off to see her friends and tell them the good news. Scootaloo in particular had seemed interested in earning her own cutie mark in the milking business. The fact Dash spent so much time with Betsy only further encouraged her.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders had finally tracked Dash down, and lead her back to Betsy’s house. When they had arrived for their sleepover, they had found Betsy locked in her room, crying. They hoped Dash, who the town all knew was her secret lover, could sort it out.
Dash knocked on the door loudly. “G-go away, A-Apple Bloom,” Betsy shouted.
“Betsy, it’s me,” Dash said.
“Dashiepoo?” Betsy asked.
With a nervous smile, she replied, “yes, mommy.”
Hoofsteps echoed on the floor as Betsy walked over. The CMC shot each other curious glances at how Dash was acting. Finally the door was unlocked, and Dash pushed it open.
Applejack was trotting back to her large bed and climbed on it, resuming her crying.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You invited all of your friends over and now you’re crying, Betsy,” Dash said.
“I miss it, I miss being a pony so much, Dash! Ponies won’t even call me Applejack anymore!” Betsy whined.
Dash climbed on the bed. “Hey now, you’re way sexier as a cow and I love you with all my heart, Betsy. So what if other ponies don’t remember you as fondly as I do? Or Apple Bloom? We know who you were, and we love you for who you still are.”
Betsy looked up, wiping some tears from her face. “You mean it? Because I feel so worthless sometimes without a cutie mark, and this big old udder swinging back and forth when I walk through town.”
“Of course we mean it, sis,” Apple Bloom said. She jumped up onto the bed. “Just ‘cuz your a cow doesn’t mean I don’t love you either. You’re just Betsy now too.”
She continued to sob on her pillow. Dash looked over at the other CMC who were peeking at Betsy’s udder. “Hey, girls, you all wanted to try some of Betsy’s fresh milk, right?”
“Yeah, Dash!” Scootaloo cheered. Sweetie just nodded.
“What are you up to?” Betsy said.
“Shh, Betsy. Let us show you why being a cow is better than a pony. Come on girls,” Dash instructed.
Betsy watched as all four of them got up on the bed and made themselves comfortable. Before she could inquire about their odd behavior, she felt two mouths on her udder. Then three, then four.
Dash and the CMC had begun suckling on her teats, each one taking long sips on them. Milk began to flow and Betsy felt peace wash over her.
Each pony was suckling at a different speed, stimulating her in four different ways at once. Apple Bloom started off a little timid, whereas Dash and Scootaloo took long, hard gulps of her milk. Sweetie was using her magic to tease the udder and squeeze the milk into her mouth instead of sucking it out.
Betsy began moaning and felt her snatch dripping on the bed. She covered it with her tail in embarrassment, then focused on the warmth inside her. She had never imagined how good it would feel to nurse more than one pony at a time.
She quickly began writhing under their tongues as they played with her engoraged teats. The first orgasm rocked her hard enough that the nursing ponies had to latch back onto her. After that, the orgasms kept coming non-stop until she was too spent to move. With nothing else to do, she let out one final moan and fell asleep.
At the other end of the bed, the four nursing ponies began to fall asleep on top of each other one at a time. Dash was the last to fall asleep, patting her gurgling belly and smiling.
Big Mac snuck into the barn late that night, and disconnected the connectors from stall number seven and the sick bay. Disabling voice commands, he then headed back outside to get his date. “Come on in here, Lyra. Ya can get in stall seven, and see what it’s like ta be milked.”
