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If it’s not one thing it’s another, it always is. That knock at your door is, no doubt, Pinkie come to drag you away for another day’s exhausting escapades couched under the banner of ’fun’. Worse again with her rationalising that since you work so hard on the Apple homestead you must need some time and some way to kick back and have fun. As if the idea of a quiet night in was like an impenetrable mystery for her.

The only small consolation is the late hour which means if you are grabbed it’ll probably be for one of the more tolerable night time get togethers. You’re more sure of that as the knocking grows more insistent but it’s not accompanied by any of her usual exuberant exhortations for you to exit.

"Alright, alright, keep your horseshoes on- Pinkie?"

In the dim light you can barely make out a set of hooves poking out from under a long cloak, obscuring teh entirety of whoever stands on your doorstep. They almost look white but there aren’t that many white-coated ponies in town, certainly none you can think of that would have any reason to call by.

"I’m… *Ahem* I’m afraid not." The pony pulls back the hood, just enough for you to see a white coated face and purple mane. You’d say it’s rarity but she if it is, she has one hell of a bruise across her left eye. "M-May I come in?"

You nearly fall over yourself, trying to step aside to let the obviously wounded pony move past you. That would certainly explain the cloak she’s wearing but not why she’s in the state she is, nor why it’s you she’s come to. Certainly, Rarity had expressed surprise about your size in the past; maybe she thinks you have the best hope of protecting her.

Rather than the usual routine of pressing on into your living room and spending the next few minutes critiquing your, apparently, poor choice of décor, Rarity simply stands awkwardly, not looking up to you. When you reach down a comforting hand to her back she jumps, letting out a muted cry of shock and continues to pull away as you lower yourself.

"Rarity, what happened?"

This close you can pick out the sound of her sobbing lightly and it’s quickly accompanied by a hoof rubbing in under her hood.

"It was… it was a mistake, all some stupid mistake!"

Walked into a door? Fell down the stairs? Maybe even said something she shouldn’t have or was too critical.

"Alright, just tell me who did this and we can go from there."

She sniffles again, finally moving away from shying from you. A few deep, calming breaths, a blue eye glimmering in the light of your kitchen barely visible and then she casts back her hood. It’s worse than you thought – almost the entire left side of her face is black. Not just black and blue as you might expect from bad bruising but completely black.

"It really was my fault. Oh I suppose Twilight played a hoof, too but I was the one who volunteered."

Coupled with the lack of any swelling, this is starting to sound more than a little off. Volunteered? And Twilight would never do something to hurt her friends, least of all striking one of them.

More to give yourself time to think on this, you lead Rarity into the living room and sit her down on the couch. She does so carefully, careful to keep herself covered by her cloak, paying particular attention to the area between her hind legs.

"Maybe you should start from t-e beginning?"

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Two cups of tea later and you’re sitting there staring at her, barely able to believe it all.

As she told it, Rainbow Dash had become taken up with Fluttershy talking to her critters and wanted to find out from Twilight if there as a spell that’d give her the same ability. Which there wasn’t, at least not directly but Twilight, being the ever-diligent student, was more than ready to piece together parts of others to create one that would have the desired effect.

Of course, without actually testing it, there was no way to know if it actually worked. Oh it would be harmless, that much she’d stressed and with little enough magic behind it so that any untoward side-effects should be temporary. Then there’d been the question of what species to pick and, after some deliberation, they’d settled on cows. Most already had the ability to speak Equestrian but for those that couldn't, the spell should have proved useful even in its limited state to allow communication.

Naturally, Rarity had been the one to step forward, more than happy to both help Twilight in her studies and Rainbow Dash with such a noble goal. And it had all been going according to plan but then… something went wrong, or perhaps the spell had been miscalculated. Whatever the cause, the result was the same – instead of simply allowing Rarity to commune with cows, it hard partially turned her into one. Something about an aspect from the polymorphism spell Twilight had pulled parts from.

"And so you see, I had to come to you now, when nopony else could see me." As luck would have it, her horn was still functional and she sits levitating her still steaming cup to herself, sipping lightly.

"Well, uh… That all does make sense but, and please don’t take this the wrong way, why did you come to me?"

The cup falters in her magical grasp, a few drops of tea spilling over before Rarity can regain control and it shakily levitates back to the table. Where before she’d sat quietly, slowly going over the day’s events, now Rarity fidgets with her hooves against her lap.

"Yes, well… you see… You’re the only friend I can call upon to… urgh… assist me." At her insistent gaze you merely cock an eyebrow, which earns you another frustrated groan. "You’re the only male friend I can speak to about this!"

Rarity nods downwards on that last word, shifting her hooves apart. Obviously she’s indicating… oh. Oh! Were her lady parts affected by this ordeal too? Discoloured? Changed into a cow’s? Did she want reassurance about that? How in the hell would you even begin?

Without waiting for you to speak, Rarity shuffles her cloak upwards, pulling it off herself. Just as she said, the discolouration runs along her hind legs too, so obviously it is across her body. Outwardly, she’s still the same pony except for that and the long, black and white mottled penis that rests between her-

If you’d been holding your own cup it’d be on the floor by now. You were prepared for the awkwardness of quickly turning aside from her genitals but this? This is so far beyond anything you could have anticipated the only thing you can do is sit and stare.

"See?" She spits accusingly, finally pulling your eyes to hers. "I’m hideous now!" Eyes that start to water along with a burgeoning quaver in her voice. "Wh-What kind of s-stallion would ever want me after this!"

Before you even know what you’re doing you’re off your seat and over next to her, wrapping an arm around her and letting her turn to bury her head in your chest. You still can’t take your eyes off that… thing, though; flared out at the tip and glistening with what can only be precum, it looks about half-mast.

"Twilight… T-Twilight said it was because my p-pony body couldn't create teats like a cow. This was the closest thing." Her hind legs rub together, her penis throbbing lightly as they touch against it. "A-And that it’s like this because… because I need to be… milked!" She scooches in closer, pulling her hind legs up until she’s pressed in against your side, gazing up with still moistened eyes. "I didn’t know who else to turn to, I’m sorry, I couldn't get it to go down."

She may not be bawling hysterically, caught in one of her melodramas but that only makes the way she leans in to you cloud your decision. Obviously Twilight’s the best one to deal with this, having caused the problem in the first place but at the same time, she does know about this and obviously hasn’t offered to help. Maybe she can’t, lacking hands and all.

Whoah now, where did that come from? What’s wrong with just rubbing… it with hooves? More to the point, what’s stopping Rarity from doing that?

"Rarity, please don’t take- Rarity, it’s okay." You extend an arm around her, letting her rest against the crook of it before looking up to you and pulling her sobbing under control somewhat. "I’m not here to judge you, alright? But why couldn’t you just, um… you know, use your hooves?"

The mare sniffles, blue eyes looking your face over but betraying no hint of whatever’s going on behind them. Her hind legs shuffle against you, her member undulating between them until it’s resting across one of her thighs, against your leg. Your immediate thought is to pull away but bearing in mind just who you’re dealing with, you rein that impulse in sharply.

"Use my… hooves? Whatever do you mean?"

She’d never presented herself as the innocent type and it’s more than a little embarrassing to have to introduce her to what stallions the nation over must be doing. Still, your draw your arm back around and clench your fists, one under the other while fighting against a blush as you start making slow jerking motions.

Rarity watches carefully for a moment, studying everything you do before her face turns as red as a beet and she begins spluttering, putting her hooves over her new genitalia.

"Yeah, if you need to be milked then-"

"Oh! Oh heavens, no! No, I thought that… being a stallion you might have some trick to… well, to force it down!"

"What, you’ve never masturbated before?"

"Whu- Hah! I- Of all the nerve, how dare you suggest I-"

"Rarity, this isn’t the time to be embarrassed about it."

Hooves still firmly set upon her lap, Rarity scrunches up her face and avoids looking at you, muttering under her breath.

"Fine."

Sighing heavily, you can only put your arm back around her and move her in close to you again. It’s not her fault she’s trying to cope with this situation as best she can.

"Then why not just do it?"

Hooves moving apart, eyes still not meeting your own, you’re greeted with just why she’d been covering herself – the thing between her legs has turned much stiffer, to the point where it springs up when free of her grasp and bobs lightly.

"I’ve never… touched a stallion in that way before. It always seemed so… so crude! Using my bare hooves to pleasure him, for his own benefit, using me like a mere device for his own perverse gratification-"

"You’re not with a stallion now!" That certainly shuts her up and vents a little of your frustration. It quickly morphs into a mix of unease and intrigue, watching that stiff thing bobbing freely. "If Twilight was right then you’re basically stuck this way until you get off. Your only options are either to put those hooves to work—on yourself, remember—or find someone who’ll help you."

Bad choice of words.

Upon hearing you, Rarity finally looks up. One of those hooves strays to your hand, gently taking it but making you shudder at the warm, wet sensation. She could at least have wiped them clean…And you can see it already, the question that lies hanging between you two, that’s been danced around ever since she revealed her problem.

"Oh c’mon!"

"You’re the only one I can trust! Please! I don’t want Sweetie Belle to see me like this!"

"Then lock your room and tell her whatever it is whenever you’re masturbating!"

"But… what if it gets everywhere? How do I explain that?"

She’s sitting up on her haunches, looking down at you from that angle and with both hooves on your shoulders. The position leaves her member precariously pointing in your direction and you suddenly lose your voice, concerned that inciting her further might simply push her so far as to let loose over you.

"Please. Just tonight, just until I can make other arrangements." Her hooves slip closer to your neck, then onto your chest and her face comes in close to your own, a black and white picture of supplication. "I hate asking this of you, really I do but I don’t have any other friends I can trust to handle this."

Friends. How many times had she declined payment or discounted it, just because you were her friend? How much had she given to help you make a home for yourself here? If it was any other pony you’d just offer them the place for the night and maybe to get help yourself but this is Rarity – generosity personified. If you were in her position would she turn you away?

"Just… promise me this stays between us."

"Yes, yes absolutely!" As if the sun had suddenly shone on her, Rarity lights up and leaps towards you, wrapping her hooves about your chest. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, ever so much!"

But you’re a little taken up, not with her thanks but the stiff member that pokes and grinds against your stomach. It draws up strange and frighteningly exciting feelings. Rarity had always been an attractive sort. And now you’re going to pleasure her. Maybe not in the way that other ponies might have fantasised but this should feel good all the same, right?

Speaking of which, if what Twilight told her was right then you’ll need to account for any kind of mess. Applejack’s cows could easily give you a couple of pails of milk but with Rarity’s smaller size it shouldn’t be quite so much of an issue. Still, no harm in taking every precaution you can.

"No… no problem. Okay, you just wait there, I need to… get something."

You had one outside, kept for collecting rainwater to use for some of the herbs. It’s a shame to have to throw it all to waste but you’ve got it in your mind to do this for Rarity, no sense faffing about and wasting time. Of course, that does beg the question of just what you’re going to do with this once you’re finished.

But that’s pushed aside in the face of seeing her seated on your couch, hind legs together but doing utterly nothing to conceal the thick, veinous member that rises from her lap. Rarity watches your every move as you approach, eyeing the bucket up and then carefully examining your hands.

You, meanwhile, deliberate upon the best position for this. Standing her over the bucket would be too awkward for both of you, at least if she stands on the couch or the floor. You can’t leave her seated like that, it’ll just spray everywhere like a fountain. Sitting her down in the bath tub is one option but then she’d probably have to sit in your lap and again, there’s no telling just what kind of force is going to be behind her… ejaculation.

It’s the best option open to you, at least until you’ve seen what’s going to happen and can plan for it. If you’re lucky it’ll be no more than a stallion’s and if not…

"Come with me."

There’s a feeling like vertigo, or almost watching yourself do this and you ignore Rarity’s questioning. The bucket swings limply in your grip, brought along in the feeble hope that maybe if you angle things just right, you can catch most of her fluids.

Along the way you pull off your sweater and roll up the sleeves of your shirt, there’s no sense in letting your clothes get ruined in the process. When you reach the bathroom, Rarity is biting her lip and stepping from one hoof to another. You don’t need to look under her to imagine just how hard she must be.

Shoes and socks off, you sit down on the edge of the bath and motion her towards you.

With a ginger spring in her step, Rarity near enough bounds into your arms and doesn’t protest when you turn her around. Legs splayed over yours, you’ve got a clear view over her shoulders, down across her chest and stomach to the throbbing organ that’s been giving her so much trouble.

"Please," she whispers, turning about to face you, "m-milk me."

From that thing protruding from between her legs, your eyes wander to the bucket near the plughole. It’s not like you haven’t been pent up in the past and that kind of pressure naturally leads to a… forceful outburst. Between her quiet whimpering and the way her cock continually twitches it can’t be anything less for Rarity. And it’s that which leaves you still a little on edge.

One step at a time, though, starting with a hand on her thigh, stroking along the velvety soft hair of her coat. Rarity grunts, bucking her hips into your grip, horn narrowly missing your head as she tosses her own back and looks up at you with blue eyes that beseech you for relief. It’s for her, you’re doing this for her – hand on her chest, make a slow descent over her stomach and… Your fingers curl about the turgid member which immediately throbs in your grip.

Rarity lets out a strangled little cry, clamping her mouth shut tight but you hear enough to get a feel for how bad this is. And it’s just as well you have one hand on her thigh, holding her steady; you still can’t tear your thoughts from what’s in your other hand, though. Hot flesh that itself begs for attention, smooth and just as pleasant to the touch as any inch of her coat. If you had more presence of mind you might chide yourself for teasing her so, drawing your hand so slowly up the shaft but this is unexpectedly good.

You pass over the little bump that forms the medial ring of her penis, a white spot on the black flesh going from one side to the other. Rarity kicks her free leg out, holding onto your other hand with a hoof while biting down on hers. You’re so close to the head, it has to be unbearable for her. It’s made all the worse when you slide your thumb up and then hold it there, right against the edge and swing it from side to side. The already thickened head of Rarity’s penis starts to distend further, flaring out as you go on teasing her – if she’s going to have this thing then you may as well make the experience as memorable as possible.

"Nnghf dff ff flff!"

Even through her bitten hoof she struggles to say something and you decide to see how far you can push this. Your other hand slides in from off Rarity’s thigh, gripping the base of her cock tightly until she starts to shiver and her muffled, garbled words become even less intelligible. It all sort of trails off into lusty groans as you mercifully slip one hand over onto the head of her cock, thumb and fingers pressing, squeezing and stroking that most sensitive part. Warm wetness courses over your fingers, lost to your concentration on stroking up and down with the other hand.

"Oh more, moo-re please!"

It’s a constant struggle to hold on against the increasingly intense throbbing of her penis, the thick black-and-white member straining against your grip as your thumb swirls in long, slow circles across the head. Each one is accompanied by another buck of her hips, eager to drive it home into something. Maybe you should give her what she wants, in that case – one hand off, onto her chest and the other one slipped around to grip her member later and you give a sharp, hard tug.

Rarity choked loudly, straining her body against your hand, angling to force more into your grip futilely. Every vein pulses, every breath she takes leaves her heart beating frantically – you can feel it as much in her member as her chest. And there, across the bath is the first indication of what’s ahead of you – a long line of precum glistening in the light. It stretches as far as the bucket, easily.

As if possessed, you nip Rarity’s ear lightly, drawing a cry of mixed pleasure and pain from the mare.

"What a naughty little cow you are, getting my bath dirty." The shivers running through her intensify as you drag your hand back up, keeping your grip just as tight. "If you miss the bucket again there’ll be consequences."

Her gaze darts between your hand and your face and in a hushed, strained whisper she asks, "what… what kind of… consequences?"

Another tug on her cock, this time you pause at the medial ring to squeeze and the string of pre that ejaculates from her lands safely in the bucket but draws a shrill cry from her.

"We’ll have to keep milking you until you get it right." You don’t even care, now, that you mean every word of that.

Rarity can only whimper, melting in against your body amidst another tug from you. Her fat, throbbing cock threatens to leap free of your hand and so you bring the other down to intensify your grip. The poor mare’s lost it, such a far cry from her ever-composed self, to simply babble about how you can’t stop, you can’t! Oh if she’d known how good this felt she would have gotten one far sooner and sought you out immediately!

Angled as it is, precum bubbles from her cock and flows liberally across the shaft, coating it and your hands. It only makes your strokes easier, smoother and when you regularly squeeze the base, another glob emerges from the tip to coat it.

You’re loathe to speed up, to take this to a point where you even have to admit it has to end but there’s only so much teasing you can heap on her, especially with how Rarity’s starting to dig her hooves into your legs to find some leverage. So you increase your pace gradually, moving from slow strokes to a steady pumping motion, moving one hand down to cup her heavy balls.

"You’re gonna give me lots of milk, aren’t you?"

Rarity nods frantically, barely able to keep her eyes open and utterly unable to control her voice. You’ve taken to stroking from just below her flared head to the base but every so often slipping over it, drawing a gasp or a whine from her. More again if you pause and twist your fist on the slicked up head, loving how she rubs her hind legs together.

"Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m so close! Mmph!"

Her whole body is arched out from yours, hips thrust forward into your grip. You’re not even stroking her any more, you’re back to thumbing the head of her cock, making her squirm and moan against you. At another time you might say it sounds like lowing but right now it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, beyond the wet grinding of fingers on flesh.

This isn’t how it’s going to end, though, you’d never let that happen. You return to those slow, deep strokes but build up speed right from the get-go. Rarity paws at your hand with her hooves, shifting her weight from side to side as she starts to lose her breath. Any second now, she’s gotta blow…

"Ha! Ha! Don’t stop!"

Her cock throbs with such force that you lose your grip and it snaps back to slap against her stomach. The upshot is the thick glob of cum that lands on your face before you can grab hold of her member and direct it down roughly aimed at the bucket, keeping up some fast stroking. Rarity heaves, grunting and groaning as you continue to pump her ’milk’ clean of her.

Line after hot line is ejaculated, slowly filling the bucket until each string of semen lands in a fast rising pool. On impulse your hand flashes over her cock, your palm catching a spurt of cum and simultaneously making her thrust forward. The head is far too thick to stroke over at this stage and you’re sure Rarity’s too far gone to really care anyway, still caught in the throes of her orgasm.

As the bucket is filled and lines of semen roll down over it into the bath, the mare sags against you, still going. Your arm burns from exertion but as long as she’s giving the goods you’re going to give her a good time. And so you go on, until it’s clear that you should’ve brought a second bucket and you’ll possibly wind up with a clogged drain from this.

Finally, though, the flow of semen starts to slow down, Rarity’s groans die down to soft murmurs as your own stroking peters out and you let her cock limply twitch as it expels the last few lines of cum.

One hand back on her chest, holding her steady, a shaky hoof meets it and Rarity lays her head against your shoulder. The smile she wears says it all and despite whatever misgivings you may have had earlier, knowing that you’ve helped her out is more than worth it. Which isn’t to say this might not happen again, you certainly hope you’ll get another chance to-

"Hello? Anypony home?" That voice… you know it. "No wait! Don’t answer, this is just like hide-and-go-seek!"

A deathly silence falls over the room as you and Rarity hold your breaths, listening for the sound of hooves that clop about downstairs before quickly moving up. Doors are opened, false cries of victory uttered and threats of being found uttered while you keep yourselves still.

"You can’t hide in the bathroom, that’s cheating!"

Without so much as waiting for an objection, Pinkie pushes the—unfortunately unlocked—door open and stands there dumbfounded upon seeing you. You and Rarity sitting in your tub with a bucket of semen and her still softening cock in your hand.

"Whu-bu-… Huh?"

It’s clichéd, painfully guilty and guaranteed not to get you out of this situation but it’s all you’ve got – "I can explain!"