Big Milkintosh

by Game-BeatX14

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fetish, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2208

Sexually deprived and desperately searching for relief, Big Mac finds himself a rather convenient alternative use for the farm's cow milking machines.

Sexually deprived and desperately searching for relief, Big Mac finds himself a rather convenient alternative use for the farm's cow milking machines.

Published 2014-05-07 16:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-07 16:00:04 UTC

Milking Isn't Just For Cows

Big Milkintosh
By Game-BeatX14

The sun was setting over the freshly plowed fields of Sweet Apple Acres. Big Macintosh was alone, trotting tiredly across the property after a strenuous day of plowing. Property taxes were coming due soon, and the Apple family was still short by almost a thousand dollars. Applejack was out making last minute deliveries to Canterlot, which had left Mac alone for the day to complete his tasks.

He didn’t mind the physical exhaustion. In fact it had become so routine that it didn’t faze him; but something else had been bothering him, nearly all day. Mac had been single for months now; and with the busy days in the fields this week it left him with almost no time to take care of his personal needs. The arduous, testosterone pumping work had taken its toll on him, and it couldn’t be ignored any longer. Unfortunately for him, it was nearing sundown, and the cows still needed to be ushered to their stalls for their evening milking session.

He stomped angstily into the dairy barn. His dedication to work had worn itself thin after nearly ten straight hours of field plowing, and for the first time in a long while he had little patience remaining for his duties.

Mac cycled through the stalls one by one, attaching the milking pump to each cow’s udder and turning the machine on. Each time he grew more irritated. The barn was large and housed nearly two dozen cows. It took over fifteen minutes to make sure they were all hooked up properly.

Stupid cows, just sitting here mooing while I have to do all this work for them. Why can’t they milk themselves?!”

He reached the final stall, only to find that it was vacant. A piece of paper was taped to the inner wall, with Applejack’s hoofwriting.

Daisy Joe became ill this afternoon, so Granny and I took her to the vet. We’ll have to stay there overnight while they run some tests on her. Please make sure the other cows are hooked up; we’ll be back in the morning to bottle and ship the milk.

There was no signature, and no closing statement like her usual notes. She must have been in a real hurry to write that and get going. It wouldn’t surprise him with how hectic things had been around here lately.

His stomach tensed up; the horniness was still nipping at his mind. Big Mac couldn’t take it anymore, and threw his hoof between his legs, rubbing shamelessly. Thankfully, the stall walls kept him out of view of the other cows.

Eventually, he glanced around the unoccupied stall, eyeing the only object around. His stroking slowed down and a sly grin formed on his face. Four large teat cup cylinders lay on the floor spread out in front of him. They were made of stainless steel, with rubber lining down the inside and a soft endcap. Long black hoses attached them to the center module of the milking pump and collection unit mounted on the far wall.

Eeeenope. Ah can’t do that. Wouldn’t want any other stuff to get mixed in with the milk or it could ruin the whole batch. Applejack would never let me hear the end of it.

To his guilty pleasure, he remembered that each machine stored the milk separately; it was not joint storage. This one had been unused, and thus was clean and empty, ready to be filled by its next user.

Well... Ah guess it can be emptied when I’m done, so there’s no harm in tryin’. I am alone, after all. Applejack surely would never know.

His mental dilemma quickly came to an abrupt end, as his dick was already lengthening even more from the frighteningly close fantasy. He flicked the switch labeled ‘Standby Power’ on the machine, and a subtle electrical buzzing filled the stall as the lights and buttons on the control panel lit up. The pumps were controlled by a separate power switch and needed to be activated independently from the main unit.

Would I even fit, though? My dick is a little above average...

He quickly took notice that this machine had larger pumps than the standard models. Daisy Jo was an exceptionally large and productive cow, who required bigger attachments than the others. Big Mac picked up and studied one of the milking cylinders, turning it over in his hooves. The inner shaft was nearly two and a half inches in diameter and ten inches deep; hopefully big enough to fit his well-endowed member inside comfortably.

Well who would’ve thought; it actually is big enough for me...

His dick tingled upon the realization, and his hormones amped up instinctually. He decided to test it with the motor off just to make sure. He eagerly aligned his erection with the milker, pushing all the way inside to make sure it was wide enough for his growing organ. It was a snug fit, but deep enough to contain him all the way. The inner lining was soft, and squeezed against his hardening shaft.

“Aaaaa, that already feels good.”

Mac glazed over the control panel mounted on the main unit. There were three dials: One for pulse speed, one for vibration, and the last was for suction power. How convenient. The switches had been left on default medium settings, so he lowered them all a bit to about one fourth. There were also four buttons with a small green light corresponding to each individual pump.

Well, ah’ve only got one teat, now do I.

Mac pressed the three extra buttons to deactivate the extraneous hoses.

Everything was ready and waiting. Hesitantly, he eyed motor power switch on the right side of the panel. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it would still be too harsh on his sensitive organ. They were designed to milk soft cow teats after all, not raging hard stallion boners.

Unfortunately, his horny body couldn’t resist any longer and wouldn’t allow him to dwell on it. Working up his confidence, he reached forward slowly and flipped the power switch. He flinched as the machine whirred to life, and his dick was yanked firmly as it instantly began working up and down his shaft.

PHUSH PHUSH PHUSH

“AaaAHh, aaugh-” He shuddered and clenched his legs together. Despite his mental preparation, the experience overwhelmed him. It took him a good minute to get accompanied with the constant pulsing suction and relax. The machine pumped rhythmically, drawing every ounce of red juice in his arteries down into his blood hungry cock. Meanwhile the vibrator hummed quietly in the background, rattling his penis and stimulating him further.

“Ooohhhh, so goooood.”

His erect dick was thick and hard, more than any stallion in Ponyville, but the metal cylinder was still harder. Even after he had reached his full engorging length, he felt a powerlessness within him as it kept pulling, tugging and sucking unwaveringly at his prideful organ. He thrust his hips back and forth in tandem with the pulsing; it dragged back and forth on his shaft with a slurping pull. Craving more, he adjusted the vibrator, pump and suction to medium. The control panel beeped and lit up in compliance, and he was met with a mind melting wave of pleasure.

“Aaaaaahh, that’s more like it. Ohhhhh, yesssss!”

He spread his legs apart into a submissive stance and swung his hips in a circular motion, bumping to the beat of the stiff pumping cylinder. Each rotation around, he thrust his dick forward and flicked it up. His body swayed, and his tail stiffened behind his shaking rump. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at this moment; his cooperative dance with the thirsty milker hose filled every facet of his mind. The droning hum and smacking of the cylinder against the skin of his crotch was music to his ears.

PHUSH PHUSH PHUSH PHUSH. He gasped in bliss and his tongue drooped out of his mouth; saliva running down his cheeks as he continued his wiggling movements. It felt incredible; he hoped it would never end. His enormous balls were starting to fill, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He held out, wanting to extenuate the amazing pleasure for as long as possible, but it was becoming more difficult by the second. His calf muscles tensed up, and his pelvic thrusts became slower and punchier as his orgasm drew closer.

“Uagghh... HMMPPFF.”

He knew it wouldn’t be long. For a brief moment in time, he was not a stallion anymore, but a helpless quavering body, with no purpose but to satisfy the greed of the machine. His erection grew painfully harder, threatening to match the solid metal it was enclosed within. His penis launched up and down, lifting the hose with it up to his belly and smacking against his underside.

In a euphoric stupor, he clambered forward and slammed the dials into their maximum positions. The sudden increase in force pushed him over the edge, and he kneeled down in front of the machine, legs parted in submission. It took every ounce of strength he could summon to keep his quaking legs from collapsing beneath him as he prepared to unleash the flood.

“Oh baby, take it from me!”

His normally strong and sturdy body rumbled, as orgasmic release ripped through his muscles. His dick went wild, splurging a thick stream of white cream straight into the hose. He kept shooting out; worrying there would be a hang-up, a struggle to take in his enormous load. There was none. The harder his thrashing dick became, the more constricting and unforgiving the milker felt. It thumped away at his balls, pumping and pulling every inch of his throbbing dick as it chugged away his expulsions. His heart pounded inside; his whole body burning up while a storm of sweat ravaged his fur.

He stood up and stumbled forward, scrambling and clawing at the dials helplessly, unable to concentrate enough to turn them. His limbs faltered and leaned on the wall as his mind went blank. Anything still remaining was siphoned from his testicles. He fired off several smaller loads, body shaking as it kept sucking.

Empty of all semen, he finally managed to collect himself and throw the power switch into the off position. After a few heaving breaths, his legs gave out and he collapsed chest first onto the bed of straw beneath him with the hose still attached to himself, panting and sweating in defeat.

The milker had taken everything from him, and it felt so right. Being the biggest stallion around town, he was always expected to fulfill a dominant role; to be the mare-pleasing rutting machine on top. But in the milking barn, in the unrelenting grips of the vacuum pumper, he was free from the dignity of having to be the pleaser.

The shame didn’t matter to him. He had enjoyed the feeling of submission. He was infatuated with the mindless nature of the milking device; a cum thirsty robotic pump that didn’t care how big or hard he was. It had cleansed him, taking every drop he could produce. He lay peacefully for a few minutes, allowing himself to relax before finally withdrawing his flaccid dick from the cylinder.

“Feels good, don’t it?”

“Wha?”

One of the cows spoke to him from the next stall over.

“You were being pretty loud, Mac. I take it you enjoyed your little milking session?”

“I, uh-... um...”

“Oh Mac, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Big Macintosh blushed silently.

“I’m sure one day you’ll find a good, dominating mare so you won’t need that silly thing anymore.”

“Ah hope so.”

“In the meantime, you can come back any time and use my stall if you want. Mine even has a heater built in, so it would feel more... you know. I won’t tell anybody, promise.”

“Really?”

“Mac, you bust your ass for the farm and us every day. Everybody deserves some relief, especially a hard worker like you. If it makes you feel any better, Breaburn and Soarin come here all the time so there’s no need to feel awkward about it.”

“Heh, I thought I heard something strange out here the other night.”

“Yeah, your cousin Brea has quite the endurance.”

“And Soarin?”

“Poor thing can’t last a minute; for such a tough athlete he squirms like a worm in these stalls. It’s strange seeing him out of his element like that. Maybe you two could talk about it with each other? Seems like he’s in the same boat as you. He keeps squealing about some mare named ‘Spitfire’ and lays on his back the whole time while he’s being milked.”

“Woah, really? I always had a feelin’ that stallion was uptight about something...”

“Maybe you two could share the experience next time? I mean these do have four hoses each.”

“Umm, yeah... I don’t think so. But I mighty appreciate all the help, cow.”

“You’re welcome, horse. Now go empty the container and get some sleep, it looks like you need it.”

“Will do. But first, just one more round quick. All this talk has gotten me going again...”