Milk-A-Mare

Your mouth is agape as you stare up at her. Inside your head, your brain is beginning to overheat as it attempted to catch up with what’s going on. It’s a hopeless operation, but one your brain does loyally.

All the guards present have the same stunned expression you do. Like someone had just slapped them with a lead-filled glove. Several of them look close to passing out, their eyes crossing slightly.

Celestia just sits upon her throne, her warm, motherly smile never changing. That just makes the situation even more awkward. She should at least have a blush or something.

Swallowing, you blink before shaking your head, trying to clear the smoke that’s slowly been accumulating within as your brain burns away. You dig a finger into your ear, trying to clean it out. Surely you heard wrong.

Wiping your finger on the helm of your pants, you glance up at her again.

“I… I’m sorry. C-could you repeat that again?” you stutter.

Celestia’s smile doesn’t change. If anything, it grows bigger.

“Certainly, my little human,” she hums. “I have heard through the grapevine of your exploits with my guards, and I was wondering if you might assist me in a similar manner. I’ve heard good things, especially from Ms. Gleaming Shield.” Her eye glimmers with mirth. “I figured with your… expertise, you might be able to help me with my little… issue.” She says that last word with a light giggle.

“That’s what I thought you said,” you say, your face completely blank. You’re not one-hundred percent sure, but it appears the guard beside the Princess is having a stroke. Celestia doesn’t seem to notice though. She just keeps looking at you expectantly.

Taking a deep breath, you bring a hand up and rub your temple, trying to brain. It was one thing to help the guards with their problem. You usually just got the job done and got out of there before any of them could get too frisky. As of right now, Gleaming’s the only one who you’ve actually done stuff with, and that was only because she was your only close friend.

Milking your friend was one thing. However, this was Celestia. Goddess of the Sun, Princess of Day, Co-ruler of Equestria. She was supposedly a deity, pure and untainted, standing upon a pedestal of virginal virtue. She was the All Mother, the Law, the Hope of the Free World…

...and here she was, asking you to suck all the milk out of her swollen teats.

Mind reeling, you try and compose yourself as best you could. Smoothing out the wrinkles of your suit, you clear your throat and try to look professional.

“You, uh... do realize I charge per milking session?” you ask the Avatar of the Sun with as straight a face as possible. Stone face, Anon. Stone face. Show no weakness.

“Of course,” Celestia says with a small nod. “I would never think of denying you your pay. I believe the going rate is thirty-five bits per mare, correct?”

“Actually,” you correct with a wince, “it’s currently sixty-five bits a session.” You had to bump up the price recently, all because some of those blasted batponies kept coming back for seconds even though they didn’t have any milk. The vacuum would overheat, and repairs are expensive.

And awkward.

“Sixty-five? Goodness me. Could we perhaps negotiate a lower price?” she asks, tilting her head to the side. Her smile never falters though. “Maybe, say… fifty bits? For royalty that is.”

Dear god, you were haggling with the Princess over the amount of bits she was going to pay you to play with her breasts. You were either the luckiest bastard alive, or ol’ Moonbutt was getting a boot up the ass for this tease of a dream.

Trying to keep your face emotionless, you counter, “Fifty-five bits.”

Celestia remains firm. “Fifty bits.” She pauses before giving you a curious look. “If I might ask, Anon, you live in the palace and the crown pays for your necessities. What could you possibly need the bits for?”

“Repairs,” you reply bluntly. “The batponies wear the machine down to the point where I have to replace parts on a regular basis. It’s expensive, but I luckily get a discount at the local hardware store. I bring them a gallon of milk, they give me the parts half-off. Fifty-five bits is the lowest I’m willing to go.”

Celestia nods thoughtfully and her smile returns.

“Very well, you’ve convinced me,” she hums. “Fifty-five bits it is. I shall pay you once we are finished here. Is that... satisfactory?”

You nod your head in agreement. That was fine with you.

“Splendid!” she chirps. Standing from the throne, she descends the steps of her dais with grace and poise. Her horn glows, and her golden peytral levitates off of her chest. She places it beside the throne, her crown and horseshoes following suit soon afterwards.

She stands before you completely bare. A sight, you can say with certainty, that you’ve never seen before. Same is true for the guards, if the wide-eyed stares are anything to go by.

Ignoring them, Celestia turns her gaze to you and her smile becomes eager. “Shall we get started then?”

You chew your lip and glance around.

“I… don’t think I can work…” you stutter. Lamely, you point around at the guards currently in the room, all whom were now watching intently. It was bad enough when you had mares watching you while they waited in line. You didn’t need stallions observing and getting hard from this. You may make a living milking ponies, but you still had your dignity. Well, most of it… some of it… maybe a little…

...oh, who were you kidding? You milked magical talking ponies for a living. The minute you bought this machine, any dignity you had dried up faster than a mare’s vagina around Blueblood.

Celestia’s horn glows and in a flash of light, you and Celestia become the only creatures in the room. All the guards are gone, and you assumed that the magical glow around the doors meant that they were now locked. You are now alone with Sunbutt, who is steadily inching closer to you. Her eager smile grows with each step.

You tap your fingers together, chuckling weakly.

“I, uh… I also need my machine—” There’s another flash and your milking machine is suddenly sitting beside you, all set and ready to go.

“Anything else?” Celestia asks, although not unkindly. When you shake your head, she actually ‘squees’, tapping her hooves together excitedly. “Shall we get started then? I’m eager to see what this entails.”

Swallowing, you begin to untangle the hoses, which you had wrapped around the machine for storage. Double checking to make sure there are no cracks or kinks in the system, you are pleased to see that the machine is in perfect working order. Just one last thing to test. Flipping on the vacuum pump, you smile as it whirs to life. It appears that the bats have yet to find your new hiding spot.

Picking up the teat cups, you pause and glance over at Celestia. How did she know where…?

As if sensing your accusation, she just gives you a warm smile, tilting her head to the side.

“Is something wrong?” she asks innocently. This mare. You swear she could get away with murder if she wanted to. Come to think of it, she probably has...

“Oh no, nothing at all,” you reply, making a mental note to change your machine’s hiding spot... again. Maybe you could hide it under Moonbutt’s bed this time. No one ever goes into her room.

Bringing the cups up to your lips, you blow on them in attempt try and heat them up. You’ve learned from past experience that ponies don't generally react well when something cold grabbing their nipples.

Once the cups were a decent temperature, you face Celestia and hold them up. She turns quickly and presents her hindquarters to you. Her tail flicks eagerly to the side, allowing you to see what you are doing.

You flick a switch and the machine springs to life with a low hum. Bending down to attach the teat cups to her breasts, you pause and blink in surprise. What the…?

Noticing your hesitation, Celestia glances over her shoulder, a concerned look on her face. “Is something wrong?”

“You have no tits,” you say bluntly, a bemused look on your face. It was true. Her underbelly was completely smooth, running uninterrupted from her barrel all the way up to her marehood. No lumps, no bumps, no breasts. Nothing to hook the pumps onto.

She giggles, raising a hoof to her mouth.

“Whoops! Pardon me, I forgot,” she titters. Her horn glows, and you jump back as the area around her lower stomach begins to shimmer. A soft chiming noise reaches your ears. Your eyes widen as her illusion spell drops, revealing the mother lode of all tits.

“Oh, sweet Saint Brigid of Kildare,” you mutter in awe.

The pure white mounds hang low, nearly reaching the middle of her thighs. They are swollen to the point where they are pushing up against her legs, the pressure causing them to squish together slightly. You could see a vein just beneath the skin pulsing in time with her heartbeat. A drop of milk beads up on the tip of one of the nipples.

If you had to compare them to something, they were closer to cow udders than horses’ teats. How she was walking with them, let alone sitting comfortably, you didn’t know.

“As you can see,” Celestia speaks up, breaking you out of your daze, “they are getting quite out of hand. I would normally take care of them with a spell, but it’s been a busy week and I haven’t had time. I was going to attend to them tonight, but Ms. Shield spoke so highly of you that I decided to give your service a try.”

Damn it, Gleaming, you think to yourself as you stare at the monster tits in front of you. I don’t know whether to kiss you or hit you. Giving praise to your patron saint again, you bring the pumps up towards her teats, only to pause.

Giving her a question look, you ask, “Um… may I?”

“Yes, please,” she says breathlessly.

Taking a deep breath, you proceed to slip the pumps over her dripping nibbles. The cups immediately latch onto the teats, beginning to pull and massage them in an attempt to coax the milk forth. Celestia tenses up, her breath catching in her throat as the pumps begin their work. After a few seconds, milk begins to flow steadily down the clear tubs, heading for the receptacle.

“Oh… oh my,” Celestia breathes. “This certainly is more pleasurable than my spell.” You smirk at that, trying to hold back your laughter.

You haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.

The stream of milk grows, the entire vacuum tube now completely white. Celestia’s legs tremble slightly as her wings flex by her sides. You peek around her glorious flank, noting that her face has become flush. She has a far-off look in her eyes, and one of her back hooves begins to tap against the ground.

You wait, keeping a practiced eye locked on her hindquarters. A month of milking mares has allowed you to turn this almost into a science. You know precisely what needs to happen when in order to get the largest quality of milk for the most pleasure.

When the Princess’s tail begins to flag, you spring into action. Turning a dial on your machine’s control panel, you crank up the suction. The pumps begin to pull harder, tugging on the teats at an increased pace.

This causes Celestia to jump at the sudden increase of simulation. She yelps in surprise, only for it to quickly turn into a moan of pleasure. Her wings unfurl as she slowly becomes more and more aroused. Her marehood is glistening now, and every few seconds she would wink, her pink clitoris poking out of white folds. Dear God...

You take a mental picture of that and quickly file it away for later. After all, you’re probably the only creature alive to have seen the sight that is before you, and you plan on using it later for your… alone time. Lil’ Anon approves of this plan, already straining at your pants.

Still, you wait,watching for the next sign. When her arousal begins to drip down her leg, that’s when you make your final move. Flipping the cover up on a toggle switch, you flick the switch into the ‘on’ position.

Immediately, the mechanisms in the teat cups whir to life, and they begin to vibrate.

Celestia tenses instantly, her eyes widening in shock before they roll back into her head. She moans loudly as a tremor rolls down her back. Her large wings rise to their full height, throbbing with arousal. She shudders once, her marehood winking fervently. This continues for several seconds until her back suddenly arches and she peaks.

Liquid rolls down her vulva as she cums, trailing over his breasts and down her legs. Her hips buck weakly as her folds clench desperately around an imaginary dick.

With her orgasm comes a surge of milk. It floods down the tubes, causing the plastic to bulge. When the milk reaches the receptacle, the top of the container pops off due to the pressure, and excess milk begins to spill out onto the floor in pints.

Your eyes widen in alarm, and you glance back at Celestia’s teats. They still have milk in them, having only shrunken to about three-fourths from their original size. As you watch, her marehood convulses again, causing another surge of milk to rush down the tubes. This in turn causes more of the precious liquid to spurt onto the floor.

There’s nothing you can do but sit back and wait for the flood to end.

It takes almost a minute for the machine to drain the last of the milk from her breasts, all of the excess accumulating on the floor. As Celestia slowly comes down from her orgasm, you switch the machine off. Crouching down, you examine the puddle of milk curiously. Surprisingly, the milk was steaming and upon dragging a finger through it, you discovered that it was warm.

Well, warmer than usual.

From your experience, all mares have a slightly unique tastes, and bringing your milk-soaked finger up to your lips, you suck upon it. The minute the warm liquid touched your lips, your eyes widen. It was some of the sweetest milk you have ever tasted, almost tying with Gleaming’s. There was also a hint of banana to it.

You suck on your finger until a groan caused you to glance around. Celestia was standing there, her wings and head hung low. Her legs were tremble slightly, and she looked ready to collapse. Her breaths were coming in deep gulps, her chest expanding with each intake of air. There was a tired smile on her face, her eyes hooded.

“Oh… my goodness,” she breaths. “That was… wonderful, if somewhat unexpected.” She tries to straighten up, her legs struggling to support her weight. This causes her to laugh weakly. “That… oh goodness. That could easily become addicting. Mercyme. You certainly don’t disappoint, Anon,” she says, looking at you. “You may consider me a loyal customer for the foreseeable future.” She walks shakily over to you and glances down at the puddle of mare dairy. She eyes it curiously before dipping her head down and giving it a tentative lick.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. Lil’ Anon, who has been slowly relaxing, suddenly springs back up at attention.

Celestia hums thoughtfully, rolling the taste around her mouth. Her eyes suddenly light up, and she smiles before leaning down and lapping at the puddle like a cat. There goes another mental picture into the filing cabinet for later. Now, if only she’d roll around in it...

Lifting her head, she smacks her lips, licking off the milk that was slowly dripping from her chin.

“I must say, I like the taste,” she says, her motherly tone returning. “I do believe I can work with this. Yes, this will work nicely.” Her horn glows softly, and the cap to the milk receptacle is screwed back on. Lifting the full container of milk into the air, she levitates it beside her as she heads for the door.

“Oh!” She blinks, pausing mid-step. Turning, her horn glows brighter and suddenly a large bag of bits appears in front of you. You quickly scramble to catch it before it lands in the puddle of milk.

Weighing the bags in your hands, you give it a calculating look before glancing up. “Um, there’s more than fifty-five bits in here.”

“Why, yes there is. I doubled your payment,” she calls back over her shoulder as she continues towards the doors. She shoots you a sultry glance as she does so. “Consider it thanks for the... happy ending.” A shiver runs down your back with how she says that. “Now, if you excuse—” she holds up the container of her milk “—I have a cake to commission. That will be all, Anon.” With that she exited the throne room, leaving you to yourself.

As the throne room doors close, you toss the bag of bits into the air, catching deftly in your hands. Chuckling to yourself, you turn to around to wipe down your machine. Celestia has managed to make quite a mess. You stare at it, wondering the best way to start cleaning.

You are just about to start when a faint noise reaches your ears.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Suddenly, a swarm of batponies descend upon your machine like a plague of locusts, shrieking happily. In a flurry of fur and fangs, they vanish as fast as they appeared, taking your machine with them.

You stare at the spot where it had stood just seconds ago, your mouth hanging open in shock. The bitbag falls from your hands, landing in the milk with splash. Your legs begin to tremble, and you feel light headed.

Falling to your knees, you throw your hands in the air and cry out your pain to the heavens.

“Nooooooooooooooo!”