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                         Raramilk                          
                     -by Theorangefox-                     
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                          Thirst                           
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Thirst
Farmer Jack wiped another pool of sweat from his brow as he leaned against the sturdy, splintered fencepost. The overbearing sun bore down rich goodness upon his ever-ripening tomato crops. When he’d heard of the heatwave, he knew he was in luck and just in time, as the many crops of his farm began to bare fruit. His tail swished about, keeping away the irritating tiny flies that hovered around his sweat-dotted back. After giving the crops a good inspecting, Jack decided to mosey back to his farmhouse.
Adjusting his blue slacks, the 6’2” broad-shouldered stallion decided first to check on the dairy house. His worn-out shoes kicked up dust along the dry, cracked, muddy trail which lead to a faded blue and white barn. Outside, old flakes of paint barely clung to the wood, felled easily by the slightest breeze. Jack pushed his heavy arms against the well-weathered doors, which had survived storm after storm, and still gave the slightly ear-deafening creaks of old age. No matter how much these doors were oiled, they were back to making their squeaky orchestra within days due to the weather conditions they often endured.
The atmosphere was much cooler in the dairy house compared to the bombarding heat of the outdoors, except inside it was rather noisy, from the racket being made by the livestock down to the hum of the milking machines. Rays of golden, silky sunlight forced entry through the assorted gaps between the well-aged wooden walls. Unlike the outside, the walls weren’t painted, left instead to their natural, bare look. Jack’s eyes scanned over the row of healthy, productive cows to his left and right, each one looking as clean and pristine as the next. Each cow was hooked up to it’s own milking machine, powered by solar electricity. The charge would last long enough through the night, to constantly produce Jack’s signature milk. A row of awards hanging proudly off the wall to his left paid homage to his success as a farmer in this part of Ponyville.
Satisfied with the level of production going down with his cattle, Jack turned and headed back to his house. He’d forgotten just how humid it was outside, and shielded his eyes from the sun which was reflecting light off his golden-brown, long-furred coat. His messy, reddish-brown mane fell short from his straw hat, handed down to him from his grandfather. The corn-coloured hat had served him well against the battering heat through the months of summer year after year. Jack whistled a tune loudly to himself until he approached the red door of his slightly run-down home. Almost in the same condition as the barn - mostly the paint job - it stood strong against the sheer, icy, wet winters. Summer was no problem for the house though, it was well-ventilated - despite being a slight mess- and rather big to accommodate for a tall stallion such as Jack.
After grabbing a few of his homemade wheat snacks from the kitchen, as well as grabbing the local newspaper, Jack settled down to go over his stock reports. Thanks to the good weather he was up on profit, and production. It would’ve been perfect, were it not for the recent fox attacks on his hen house; somehow the barbed wire fencing didn’t falter their determination for chicken meat. Jack flipped to the next page when he heard a sudden, sharp series of knocks at the door. Putting his papers down and swallowing the half-bitten wheat biscuit in his mouth, he stepped cautiously to the door before opening it.
“Delivery special!” A very loud Derpy Hooves yelled too close to Jack’s face, surprising him. “Oops, uh I meant special delivery. W-Well, it’s not so special anymore since I ruined that part.” The cross-eyed, grey mare tilted her head, handing over a document for Jack to sign. Like a wary customer about to sign into a contract, Jack read over the fine black print. The section in italics was what caught his eye.
You have been anonymously nominated for the Stable Science House project codenamed: Raracow. Along with the enclosed certificate of ownership is our very own experimental being. Please take good care of her, and document your findings of this genetically modified cow. We shall be in contact with you shortly to check on progress. Best of luck! T. Witherspoon.
“G-genetically modified? Nu-uh, I don’t want any of that nonsense on my farm!” Jack spoke sternly. “I grows me the finest natural produce you’ll ever find. I’m not about to turn over to silly science!” Derpy just stood with her head tilted still.
“Sorry, sir! But I can’t return her. It was already bad enough getting her here!” Derpy chirped.
“Where is this cow anyway?” Jack enquired. Derpy gestured for him to come outside, and he came face-to-face with a rather tall, oblong crate, quite a few inches shorter than him, it was rather wide, too. “There’s a cow in there?” Jack questioned, “I expected the crate to be more box-shaped than this one.” There was the sound of a slight shuffle coming from the crate. Jack tried to peer in through the air holes, but it was far too dark inside.
“Just sign here, please!” Derpy stabbed her pen through the header of the document. Jack took the pen from her, and signed on the line at the bottom of the document.
“I’ll take the cow, but her milk ain’t gonna leave this farm. I suppose they just want me to test it, I’ll sue if I start growing extra arms, or hair on my tongue!” Derpy giggled childishly at his cautious prediction, and wheeled the crate into his house before leaving. The door slammed shut and Jack stood facing the wide crate in his hallway. On the front of the crate were some numbers printed in bold, and below that were some papers held inside a sleeve stapled to the wood. Jack sighed and approached the crate carefully. He knew that the term ‘genetically modified’ could mean this cow could look like anything. Jack prepared himself, wondering if it’d have 3 eyes, or some other freakish mutation.
He pulled the lock to the side, and the panel swung open like a door. Jack caught a pair of bright, blue eyes but they were rather high. He stepped back as something walked out on two legs, and what Jack saw next had him freeze on the spot. Standing before him, was a 5’7” white unicorn mare with a purple, curly mane and tail. Her body was dotted with black splotches giving her similar resemblance to a cow, and she also had 3 diamonds in a formation on either side of her hips. What really caught Jack, however, was the sheer size of her body.
Her plump, round, large figure made Jack feel even skinnier, but that wasn’t the only thing that surprised him. This mare was completely naked, and her breasts were massive. They hung naturally, bulging from her chest, and were both dotted with large, bumpy areolae, and even bigger, thick pink nipples. She didn’t seem to mind that they were just hanging out, but Jack was bewildered; surely one of them was bigger than his head. The mare seemed to stand there, looking up at Jack curiously. A red collar around her neck held up a cow bell, and she had a yellow tag pierced to her ear.
Jack tried not to stare at her large boobs, but every feature of her was big, especially her round tummy, and perfectly curved thighs. Jack already knew he was blushing, but the mare didn’t seem to mind. He checked the name on her tag, and it read, “GM EXPERIMENT 2212. CODENAME: RARACOW.”
“Well,” Jack shrugged. “Guess I’ll call you Raracow, then. Odd name.” Raracow responded to her name being called, her ears perking up as she looked up silently at Jack. He ignored her gaze for a second, and slipped out the papers that were attached at the front of the crate.
“Hmm, experimental phase one. Feeding, test complete. Experimental phase 2, habitat, test complete. Experimental phase 3, behaviour, results.” Jack paused and read on. “Very sensitive to physical stimulation. High sexual activity, and causing arousal in males.” Jack flashed another gaze in Raracow’s direction. She was still just standing there unmoving.
“Experimental phase 4, milking, results incomplete.” Jack stopped again and his heart almost did the same. Jack heard a slight whimper coming from Raracow, it was as if she’d responded to hearing him say ‘milking’. He focused on her again, and she put both her pudgy arms under her heavy breasts and lifted them up. They sloped to the side a little, and Jack noticed her nipples were leaking slightly. Her boobs appeared much rounder as she held them up, and her face suggested she was in slight pain. Jack knew that look, but his face flushed red again.
He got the message and decided to head to the shed in the garden to deal with this.
“Well, come along, then.” Jack gently grabbed Raracow by her soft, warm arm. More milk spilled on the floor, making a slight puddle, but Jack ignored it and hurried her to the shed where he stored buckets, and many other tools. Jack managed to usher Raracow inside the large shed almost as big as his room, and sat her down on a bench which creaked slightly. It was well lit inside, and cooler than the rest of the garden. “This is so weird, but I can’t just leave her out there. I’ve never seen this kind of cow before. It’s almost like a, crossbreed.”
Jack set a bucket up in front of Raracow and knelt down beside her. Taking a deep breath he warmed up his hands, and managed to get his arm around her back, but it meant he had to learn against her slightly. Her butt hung over the bench slightly, ever so dangerously close to his waist. Jack tried to take both of Raracow’s breasts in each hand, but they were bigger than he anticipated. He squeezed down on one, trying to get a grip, but he was barely holding it. Jack sighed and moved his other hand over. Using his manual milking technique, he gently squeezed down on her large tit. A sound like a moan came from Raracow’s lips, and a jet of milk surged from her nipple, completely missing the bucket in the process and spraying the floor in white. The pressure was almost like a fire hose, Jack had never seen that much milk gush out before.
“Jeez, girl, how much do you have stored up in there?” Raracow didn’t answer; she sat there and shivered a little as Jack’s large hands moved over her tit again. “Gently does it now. Gosh, this feels so weird.” His hands squashed down gently on Raracow’s breast, and he managed to aim the nipple so the milk would land in the bucket. Within 3 bursts the bucket was already full.
“Wow, that was fast.” Jack gasped. Soon he realised he’d need a bigger bucket, or better yet, a trough. He got up, and pulled a large metal one over, replacing the puny bucket with it. Jack got back to work and squeezed down again, watching the powerful jet of milk sail into the trough. Raracow bit on her lip, and she started to blush. The feeling of hands squeezing her large breasts was starting to take effect. She shuffled on the bench a little as another whimper passed her lips. “It’s okay.” Jack spoke softly trying to comfort her; even though she was just an experiment, she almost felt like one of his own farm animals, or maybe even closer.
As another stream of creamy, white milk was added to the growing level inside the trough, Raracow squirmed again, her body starting to get hot noticeably hot. Jack found himself getting rather into it; the softness of her breasts in his hands felt inexplicably alluring, along with the size of them, not to mention Raracow’s physical reaction to his touch. Jack took turns milking one breast after the other, and soon enough the trough was almost nearly full. He looked down at the results of his hard work noticing how creamy the milk was, and he wiped his brow. It was then that Jack began to feel a growing dryness in his throat. He looked to the trough, then back at Raracow’s breasts, then down to the trough again.
Jack shifted himself and knelt down in front of Raracow. He’d never noticed before, but her face looked extremely pretty. He found it strange that she was wearing purple eyeshadow, but it only accentuated her beauty. Her boobs hung in front his face, and Jack felt his throat tighten from the dryness within. It was then that he latched his mouth onto her thick nipple, and started to suck. Another low moan passed Raracow’s lips, and she watched with a reddened face as Jack started to suckle off her huge breast. “Holy Celestia, this is delicious!” Jack thought as the creamy substance tantalised his tastebuds. Immediately he found himself sucking harder, making Raracow’s nipple go hard as more milk flowed through.
Jack gulped Raracow’s milk down like a greedy baby, and continued moaning in response. He pulled her erect nipple slightly between his teeth before letting it go, watching it bounce as her breast jiggled back to its natural form. Jack licked his lips, and immediately resumed sucking again. As Jack drunk more his mind started to turn, and he could feel a growth occurring in his pants. He looked up to Raracow, and could see the desperation on her flushed, pretty face as she moaned louder. Jack pushed his face into her big boob, the warm flesh smothering his muzzle as he drank more and more, becoming addicted to the flavour.
He soon found himself hugging her waist, and moved closer to her body. His erect shaft was bulging through his pants as Raracow reacted to her nipple being licked. Jack’s muzzle was wet with milk, and it dribbled down his chin as he felt himself getting hotter and sweatier. Raracow continued to moan, and suddenly her body began to rock back and forth. Jack finally pulled away from her swollen nipple, and in that instance Raracow threw her head back.
“Mooo!~”
Clear fluids came gushing from between her thick thighs, and both her teats suddenly spilled more milk onto the floor. Eventually she calmed down and caught her breath as Jack came close to her. Raracow looked back at him with a sultry smile on her face.
“Moo~.” She spoke again. It seemed to be the only word she could muster and the tone sounded almost arousing to Jack; whatever he’d done to her helped to make her feel like a million bits. Jack came close to Raracow again with the tent still pitched in his pants, and his mouth lined with milk. Jack hugged Raracow tightly, feeling his hands sink into her soft, thick flesh. His mind could only focus on one thing right now, and it was her plump body. Raracow still had that sexy smile on her face, and Jack leaned in closer towards her thick, glistening lips. He pressed his own against hers for a second and moved back. Jack kissed her again, and again, and again, hugging her tighter as the milk in his system overrode his hormones.
This time, Raracow hugged him back, and Jack smothered his wet lips across hers. Surprisingly, Raracow shoved her tongue into his mouth, and started licking his as if she’d done this before. Jack closed his eyes, and as Jack’s chest pressed up against Raracow’s breasts, the milk that adorned them stained his top, but that didn’t matter to him: He was enjoying the kiss far too much to care. It was almost as if he was making out with a mare. Finally releasing each other from their breathless kiss, Jack opened his eyes, staring back at the beauty before him.
“Mooo~.” Raracow hummed as a smile spread across Jack’s face.
“Mmm. Let’s experiment, shall we~?” Jack removed his slacks and stripped fully naked in front of her within seconds. “Whoa!” He gazed down at his thick pony cock. He knew he’d be as big as ever, but he didn’t expect it to be this big: It was longer, thicker and throbbing hard. His veins were boldly snaking around it, and he could also see and feel below that his balls were filled to the brim, presumably with cum. A long slick of precum dribbled from the tip of the thickened head.
“Interesting.” Jack spoke feeling buzzed. It was as if his hormones had hit overdrive, and he constantly felt a warm, teasing tingle in his groin. “It must be the milk: It’s making me want to fuck her brains out! And from the looks of it, she wants me to.” Raracow kept her gaze fixed on Jack’s large dick as he moved his hand between her thighs, scooping up some of her slimy marecum and lathering his cock in it.
Jack approached Raracow, and proceeded to lay her flat on the bench. Her tits flopped to her sides, but she held them together with her hands, gazing lustfully into his eyes, inviting his cock between her fat mounds of soft, round flesh. Jack stood over her and straddled her chest. He slid his slick cock in between her boobs and immediately started pumping away. Jack was greeted with a warm, pleasuring sensation travelling down his member as his shaft slid between Raracow’s huge, lactating tits. He watched his dark red meat disappear between her bosom, and precum dribbled down her chest mixed with her milk.
“Holy Celestia, it feels amazing!” Jack gasped. His tip played peek-a-boo before Raracow’s eyes, dribbling more precum on her soft flesh. He squeezed her tits more, causing more milk to leak everywhere. He moved his waist closer to her boobs, and started thrusting faster. The tingling sensations down his huge cock were intensifying with every thrust. Raracow’s warm, soft mammaries continued to massage Jack’s dick as he fucked her makeshift pussy. He took over and squeezed her tits closer around his shaft, pumping away harder until his body gave in. Almost without warning, he started shooting jets of cum that soared just above Raracow’s face.
Jack hugged Raracow’s tits around his convulsing dick, as he spunked heavily on the floor. A stream landed on Raracow’s face, and he watched as she moved her hand to taste it.
“I’m still hard, and she looks wetter than ever!” Jack became more excited as he moved to position Raracow on the bench, on her back, with her legs spread. Jack eyed her soft, glistening cushion of fat around her pussy, and he could feel his heart racing. He lubed up his dick some more, and slowly penetrated Raracow’s fat, wet cunt. Jack shivered as he felt a million sensations at once as he slid deeper inside her, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Raracow moaned and felt the same, staring deep into Jack’s eyes as he went balls-deep, pressing his waist into her cushion.
At once, Jack started thrusting away deep into Raracow’s nethers. She was so tight, to the point where it felt like his thick cock was being sucked down into her warm, moist pussy. Jack become more and more turned on, unable to stop fucking her as the milk he’d ingested made his hormones go haywire. Raracow seemed to love having her fat cunt filled with Jack’s thick, long, pony cock. Clear juices oozed from her snatch as Jack pumped deeper and harder. His tongue lolled from his mouth as his waist smacked loudly against hers, slightly muffled by her thick thighs. The sheer wetness of her saturated pussy allowed Jack to slide in and out of her with ease.
He looked down, watching her huge tits jiggle up and down, leaking more milk onto her plump body. Jack leaned in, grabbing both of her breasts and began suckling hard on one. More rich, creamy, flavoursome milk raced down his throat as he guzzled down every drop. Raracow hugged him close to her body, feeling his back rise and fall as he thrusted hard into her. Jack licked her nipple clean, giving one last hard sucking before putting his concentration back into pounding between her thunder thighs.
“Her pussy feels so good, this experiment’s amazing! I’m keeping you for sure!” Jack grinned and winced as another intensifying wave of pleasure rippled down his dick. Raracow’s moist, pink walls clamped tighter around his pulsing cock, and she mooed hornily, enjoying Jack’s hard hip work. Jack buried his face between Raracow’s huge boobs, using them as pillows. Their warmth gave him a pleasing, comfortable feeling as he continued working his shaft deep inside her. Jack could feel it press into her cervix when he pushed real hard.
He began drinking away again, feeling his cock throb even harder.
“Ungh, I’m going to cum again.” Jack moaned with a mouthful of milk. It dribbled down his chin as he lost control of his body. His lower half went into spasm again as he began filling Raracow’s tight cavity with his thick cum. If he could see it, he’d see his dick lurching up and down as it ejected stream after stream into her. Soon cum was leaking from her plugged-up pussy as Jack gave his last few spurts and pulled out, watching his thick baby batter spill on the floor.
“Not yet. I’m still hard, I want more of you!” Jack grinned with a lustful edge, and a dick standing at full attention. Jack decided to get productive, and located one of his prototype portable milking machines. He lifted the heavy unit towards Raracow, and switched it on. Jack attached one suction cup to her left breast, and it latched on straight away as the pump began extracting milk from her tit into one of the tanks on the left of the unit. Jack attached the other, and Raracow seemed to giggle as they began pumping away at her milky mammaries. Soon the milk was gushing down the tubes and into the large tanks behind her.
Jack came close and stood Raracow up. He sat her down on a row of sturdy boxes, and spread her legs bringing his waist between them. Jack moved in and kissed Raracow again. She reacted and started licking his tongue all over with hers. Their tongues slathered over each other as the milking machine continued its duty. Jack pulled away, and could see her nipples were getting bigger from the suction. Jack squeezed Rarity’s waist, and his cock rubbed between her thick pussy lips. He slid the tip between them, penetrating her slowly. More juices dribbled down his dick as Raracow became aroused again.
“She’s almost as horny as me!” Jack gasped as her hungry pussy squeezed around his dick again. Jack buried his lower horn deep between Raracow’s tight, soaked walls, pressing his waist into her and thrusting like mad again. More arousing moos passed between Raracow’s lips as Jack resumed fucking her. Her big tits bounced in his face, giving up more milk for the machine. “All this milk, and she’s still gushing, this is crazy!” Jack winced again from Raracow’s consistent tightness below. Jack’s cock slid out with a loud pop, soaked in pussy juice. He heard the loud squelching as he squeezed it back inside Raracow’s horny, hot twat.
Jack buried his face again in Raracow’s soft bosom. The scent of milk filled his nose, and fueled his sex drive all the more.
“Just imagine if I sell this stuff! Ponyville will become overpopulated!” Jack imagined. Raracow enjoyed the feeling of being milked by the machine. Her nipples continued sliding back and forth between the cups as they filled with milk. The machine was already nearly full, but Jack wasn’t paying attention. He shared another kiss with Raracow, enjoying her pony-like characteristics and how she handled the kiss like she was familiar with it. She hugged Jack again, staring hard and lovingly at him, licking her lips slowly and smiling seductively. “They weren’t lying about you. You’re one horny cow!” Jack felt his cock pulsing again as the next orgasm came close.
“This feels so amazing.” Jack moaned in ecstasy. Raracow could feel her pussy convulsing slightly, the signs of her own orgasm approaching. Jack slowed down a little, enjoying the feel of every inch of his dick sliding inside Raracow’s thick, warm cunt. As he pulled out, he could see her clit, having become red and swollen, itself. “F-fuck. I’m cumming again!” His body sped up against his will, and Raracow mooed with delight as her pussy began contorting out of control. She climaxed immediately, and Jack felt his cock being sucked into her again as her walls constricted tightly around his dick like a vice as he pumped away.
Jack’s cock snuggled deep inside Raracow’s twitching pussy as more warm streams of cum came gushing from his tip. His body shook vigorously and his dick slipped out, spraying Raracow’s pussy lips with cum.
“Ahh, amazing!” Jack sighed as the orgasm prolonged itself. Raracow squirted a little on Jack’s coat, and floods of milk gushed from her tits. The tanks overflowed and milk collected up in the tubes and cups. Through her orgasm, the suction cups slipped off after the sealing got wet and failed. Milk came gushing from Raracow’s huge tits, spraying everywhere as Jack ended up coated in her milk. Eventually, Raracow’s streams of milk subsided from her boobs and the shed was a milky mess. Jack came down from his high, and collapsed into Raracow’s soft, thick figure. Already Jack was licking away at her milk-coated body.
“Fine mess we got ourselves into, eh girl?” Jack chuckled, giving her a loving squeeze. “I’m keeping you, you’re going to be a great asset to this farm.”
“Moo.” Raracow replied with a warm smile as Jack licked her breasts clean. His cock finally went flaccid, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before the milk made his hormones kick in again. He stood snug between Raracow’s thighs licking more milk off her body, but eventually he felt his eyelids going heavy.
“I guess drowsiness is another side-effect.” Jack yawned as he rested his head against Raracow’s bosom. “Mmm, we’ll experiment more later, girl.” With that, Jack switched off the milking machine, and went back to cuddle with his experiment, falling asleep shortly after, with the world’s most comfortable pillows in hand.