Milk-A-Mare

You stare at the door in front of you in trepidation, your mouth suddenly dry. Of all the places those blasted batponies could have taken your machine, it had to be here.

The double doors loom in front of you, the darkened oak appearing almost black. A large crescent moon was etched into the wood, glowing a silvery-white. Silver trim ran along the edges of the wood. Fog was slowly seeping through the crack beneath the door, swirling ominously through the air.

Twin unicorn guards stand on either side of the doors, their lavender armor glinting in the torchlight. They stare at you, their golden eyes hard and cold. Despite the fact that their faces were at the same level as your crotch, you still feel small in their presence; their tough demeanor intimidating you.

Of all the places those blasted batponies could have taken your mare-lovin’ machine, it had to be straight to Moonbutt.

Welp, no sense in putting it off any longer. Swallowing thickly, you step forward and bang your fist against the door. For the longest time, nothing happens, and you just stand there, sweating under the guards’ gaze.

You were just about to back out and figure out a different means of getting your machine back when a grinding noise reaches your ears. The doors swings open slowly, revealing a darkened room on the other side.

You glance sideways at one of the guards. He just ignores you, staring stoically ahead, his face blank. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you steel yourself for what needs to be done. Quickly saying a small prayer, you step into the dark depths within.

As soon as you cross the threshold, the doors swing shut behind you, closing with an echoing ‘boom’. The darkness isn’t as bad as it appeared from outside; you can clearly make out the objects in the room with little difficulty. There’s a bookshelf, a dresser, a desk that had several rocks and a map folded into the shape of a hat upon it, several racks of some kind, a telescope, an astral globe, as well as a large, four poster bed. Thick curtains hang in front of the windows, allowing very little light in.

No sign of your machine, though. She must be keeping it hidden somewhere.

Your breath mists in front of you as you look around, and you're pretty sure there is a layer of frost across the floor. Pulling your suit a little tighter around yourself, you creep further into the room.

Moving as silently as possible, you begin to search through Moonbutt’s room. You check in her closet, but find just a pile of discarded clothing, some rope, and something that looks suspiciously like a pony skeleton chained to the back wall. You investigate further, only to stop when you realize that the skeleton’s hips appear to have been pulverized into dust.

Some things are probably best left to the unknown.

Closing the closet door, you turn your attention to her bed instead. You get down on your hands and knees, pulling the dust ruffle up to glance underneath. The only thing you find is several dust bunnies. No sign of your machine anywhere.

Sighing, you drop the ruffle and stand back up. You begin to dust yourself off before pausing, your eyes going wide. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing on end, and the already frosty temperature in the room seems to have dropped several more degrees. One thought slowly drifts to the front of your mind and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed sooner. Where was Moonbutt?

You had knocked on the doors, and they had opened, which means that she had to have been in the room when you arrived. However, she wasn’t present when you had entered. So, where did she—

A burst of air suddenly washes across the back of your neck, causing you to freeze, your body stiffening. You suddenly become aware of a presence standing right behind you, breathing down your back.

Turning slowly, you glance over your shoulder with trepidation.

Luna is standing right behind you, her cyan eyes glowing as they glare at you through the gloom. She isn’t wearing her usual royal attire, which would explain how she was able to sneak up on you. Her mane flows around her head like an interstellar cloud, stars flashing within its depths. While Celestia may be taller than you, Luna is just about the same height. This doesn’t matter though, because she still terrifies you. Seriously, you made one comment on the size of her moon, and she almost tore your head off. If it wasn’t for the fact that Celestia had been present at the time, you probably wouldn’t have survived.

You take a step back, giving Luna a large, strained smile.

“H-hey, Luna,” you say, trying and failing to keep the fear out of your voice.

Luna responds by tilting her head to the side, her glare remaining firm.

“What art thou doing in our room?” she asks, her voice cold.

“Um, well, you see,” you begin lamely, taking another step back. “Your… ah, your batponies kinda… took something that belongs to me and I—”

“Ah, yes,” she cuts you off, her horn lighting up. You flinch back, raising your arms to protect yourself. All that happens though is your machine appears beside her in a flash of magic.

“A very interesting contraption,” she says with a bored tone of voice, levitating the machine in front of her. She eyes it with mild curiosity as it slowly rotates in midair. “There was no such device around before our banishment. Pray tell, what does it do exactly?” While she seemed to remain uninterested, there was something in her tone that caused you to shiver.

“It… um, m-milks things,” you stammer out lamely.

Luna’s eyes narrow, and she snorts. “What kind of things, whelp?”

“M-mares,” you mutter, not meeting Luna’s eyes.

Her gaze softens slightly, but still remains cold. She goes back to examining the machine, her head cocking to the size as she studies the teat cups closely.

“We see,” she says. “Thou use this machine to help mares extract milk from their mammaries, yes? To help reduce size?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly, your throat suddenly very dry.

“Doest thou use this often?” she asks nonchalantly.

“Well, n-not regularly—”

Your machine slams into the ground with a bang, causing you to jump. Luna’s suddenly in your face, her muzzle pressed against your nose. Her pupils are mere pinpricks as she glares at you.

“Do not lie to us,” she snarls, her teeth bared. “We know about your activities with this machine. The mares in the guard dream of it on a regular basis, and we hath heard the rumors traveling throughout our castle.

“We are also aware of what thou did to our sister this morning,” she growls. Her nostrils flare, snorting hot air into your face. “Thou helped to relieve her burden, and we have seen how happy she was afterwards. Thou will now show us the same!”

You blink, leaning back to try and get some breathing room between you and Luna. “What?”

“Thou heard us,” she sneers. “We require the same service as our sister.”

You stare at her, your mouth hanging open in shock. Luna was asking you to milk her. Luna was asking you to milk her. Luna hates you, yet she had just asked you to milk her like you did her sister.

Maybe you tripped on your way to her room and were now in a coma. There was no way that Moonbutt would ever ask you for help.

As you stare at her dazedly, Luna takes several steps back, regaining her composure. Lifting a hoof to her mouth, she clears her throat softly.

“Do so, and we shall give thy machine back to thee,” she says.

You blink, shaking your head to clear it. Trying to regain some of your professionalism, you straighten the labels of your jacket.

“Well, the thing is… you see…” you begin before trailing off. Rubbing the back of your neck, you try to think of the best way to tell her that you charge bits per milking. Seeing as she almost broke your machine a few seconds ago, you certainly weren’t going to do this for free—

“Why doest thou hesitate? Is there something wrong?” Luna asks suddenly. A demented smile slowly begins to spread across her face. “Are we not pretty enough for thee? Is that it?” she asks, a manic look in her eyes. “Dost thou find our sister more appealing than us? Is she prettier? Is that it? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT WE DON’T HAVE?!” Her voice steadily rises to a scream, and her right eye begins to twitch.

—on second thought, you’d take getting your machine back as payment enough.

“No, no, that’s not it!” you say quickly, waving your arms in front of you, trying to calm her down. “I’ll do it. I just need to get it set up first!”

Luna’s crazed expression instantly shifts into one of barely concealed joy.

“Huzzah!” she cries, her wings flaring. “Then let us start immediately!” She quickly trots past you and hops up onto her bed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you move to your machine and run an eye over it, trying see if anything has been broken. It appears to have be scuffed slightly, but other than that, it’s in decent shape. The vacuum looks a little worn, but you’d be able to replace that when you get it back to your room.

Unlooping the hoses from around the machine’s body, you pick up the teat cups before turning to face Luna. You pause, your eyes widening in shock.

She’s lying on her back, her flank resting on the edge of the bed. Her wings are flared by her sides, keeping her from tipping over. Hind legs spread wide, tail hanging down to the floor, she is completely exposed.

And what exposure it was. While her teats were indeed smaller than Celestia’s, they were still a considerable size. Definitely the second largest pair you have seen. They were swollen, milk beading up at the tips of the nipples. The breasts hung down over the top of her marehood, hiding it from view.

After a few seconds you realize that you have been standing there, staring with an open mouth. Luna’s giving you a pointed look, huffing irritably.

“What?” she asks. “Is this not the proper position? This is how we had to lay to be serviced before our banishment.”

“I-it’s fine,” you mutter out, trying to fight the blush spreading across your face. You might be scared of Luna, but damn! She had a lovely pair.

You flick on the vacuum pump and approach Luna cautiously. Holding the teat cups above her breasts, you pause and glance up at her.

“May I?” you ask. You wanted her permission before you started, that way if something stupid happens, you could say truthfully that she asked for it.

“Thou may proceed,” Luna said, her tone snobbish. Despite that, she was watching you eagerly, her tail flicking back and forth.

Swallowing, you lower the pumps and place them over Luna’s teats. The suction immediately kicks in, pulling the nipples into the pumps. Luna gasps, her head falling back onto the bed as her eyes widen. Milk begins to flow down the tubes, heading for the tank, as the pumps continue to suck.

“By the moon,” Luna breaths. “It feels like we are being serviced by two Royal Milkers at once!” Her hips begin to roll in small circles as she hums happily to herself. “This is most pleasurable.”

You remain silent, focusing diligently at the task at hand. You want this to go as smoothly as possible. The last thing you need is for Luna to have more reason to hate you. Fiddling with the dials on the machine, you increase and decrease the amount of suction in steady increments. This causes Luna’s hips to buck with increased vigor.

Her marehood is beginning to glisten, and you try your best to ignore it. You still haven’t managed to… relieve yourself after your session with Celestia, and Lil’ Anon is getting rather pent up. Hopefully, you could finish this up quickly, get your machine to your room, and then have a date with Rosie Palm and her five sisters.

...you really needed to find a girlfriend. Marefriend? Fillyfriend? Whatever.

Cranking the suction up all the way, you notice that the milk receptacle is getting close to full already, and by the look of Luna’s teats, she still has more to give. You’d have to remember to get bigger tanks in the future, if she and her sister were going to become regular customers.

You eye the shrinking free space with some trepidation. You didn’t really want a repeat of what happened with Celestia. Your machine was already covered in a dry layer of her milk, and it would take you at least an hour to clean it properly. The last thing you needed was Luna’s getting all over it as well. You couldn’t stop though. If Gleaming was anything to go off of, mares didn’t like it when you left them half-full. It was either all or nothing.

With space quickly running out, and no plan to be had, it looked like there was nothing you could do to prevent the coming mess. That is, until you catch sight of her winking vulva. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you eye the quivering folds. You suddenly know exactly what to do.

Reaching up, you grab ahold of the tubes through which the milk was currently flowing. The plastic is surprisingly cold, and a thin layer of precipitation has already formed on the outside. Pinching off the ends near the machine, you stop the stream of milk. The pumps immediately kick into overdrive, trying to push the dairy through the blocked passage. This causes the suction to increase even more, which in turn causes Luna to buck her hips happily.

Moving quickly so that the vacuum didn’t burn itself out, you crouch down in front of Luna. Her eyes are closed; she has no idea what is about to happen. Lining the tubes up properly, you wait for the next wink before pushing them forward and sliding them deep into her marehood.

She yelps in shock, her eyes flying open and she glares at you. “What doest thou think thou are do—” You release your grip on the tubes, allowing the backed up milk to flood into her depths. Her eyes widen before becoming unfocused, a weak moan escaping her lips. A small trickle of dairy dribbles from her folds, but other than that, the rest remains inside of her.

You lean back, smiling happily. You have a full tank of milk, your machine is clean… well, for the most part, and the pumps were still pulling the rest of Luna’s milk from her breasts and pushing it into its new receptacle. A win-win in your opinion.

You watch Luna squirm around on the bed for a few seconds before your smile fades and your eyes widen in shock. The pumps are sucking milk from her teats, drawing it down the tubes, and pushing it into her folds where it is slowly accumulating. The muscles of her marehood are clenched tight around the intruders, not allowing any liquid to escape. Her belly was slowly beginning to expand outwards as more and more of her milk was forced into her confines.

The sight alone has you rock hard, but it’s the noises she is making—the squeaks and moans—that push you over the edge. Grabbing your pants, you pull them and your underwear down and discard them. You are pent up and are going to take care of it now.

Stepping up to her, you are careful to not get tangled up in the hoses currently pumping milk into her depths. Her marehood may be preoccupied, but you had another idea in mind. You reach out and grab ahold of her breasts, making sure to not upset the pumps currently sucking on her nipples.

As your hands wrap around her teats, her eyes snap open. She glances down at you with a glare and snarls, “How dare thee touch—” She freezes, her eyes widening as you start to massage her breasts. Her head falls back, and she moans loudly, hips bucking weakly. More milk flows down the tubes, causing her stomach to grow even bigger.

With Luna lost in bliss, you move forward and slip your member between her breasts. They are slightly chilled, but the feeling of her fur against your length makes up for it. Pressing her breasts together, you begin to thrust, sliding your dick between the furry milk pillows. The feeling was indescribable, and, with how pent up you are, you can feel your peak hurtling towards you.

As you humped, more milk is pushed down the tubes, pulsing with each thrust. Luna is panting heavily now, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. You give her breasts another firm squeeze, and she tenses up. Her hind legs clench shut, pressing her breasts together. A burst of milk squirts from between the tubes in her marehood as she climaxes, soaking your legs.

You gasp at the sudden pressure as her breasts squeeze against your member. Grabbing a hold of her legs, you redouble your efforts. A few good strokes and you grunt, pushing your hips hard against the quivering mare. Grinding into her, you tip over the edge. Your cock jerks once before you peak, ropes of your hot seed splattering across her belly, white strands standing out against her dark fur.

Breathing heavily, you pull your member from between her breasts. You twitch as the sensitive head drags across her fur.

Luna’s legs relax, falling limply to the bed. She pants, staring blankly up at the canopy of her bed, a small smile on her face. The pumps continue to suck at the now empty teats. You can see milk inside of the tube, unable to drain because of the amount already inside her.

“Yes,” she breathes suddenly. “Yes, we can see the appeal now.” She pauses to lick her lips, before glancing at you. “Thou hast done a wonderf… a satisfactory job,” she says. “We shall call on thee again in a week’s time.”

You pause, one leg around back in your pants.

“Pardon?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Thou shall tend to us again,” she says, still out of breath. “After all, thou art the Royal Milker, no? Why else would Tia call on your services herself? Though, we did not know she has allowed the Milker the privilege of relieving themselves upon the royal flesh.”

You laugh weakly, giving her a nervous look.

“Now, take thy machine and leave,” she growls. “We wish to enjoy this sensation.”

You nod before quickly pulling your pants on and buckling them. Reaching over, you turn off the vacuum, silencing the machine. The pumps stop pulling at Luna’s teats, and she sighs happily.

You reach down to remove the tubes from her marehood, but stop upon seeing her swollen belly. She doesn’t look pregnant, but it did look like she has been pigging out at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Chuckling softly, you poke her belly with a finger.

“Geez, Luna. You really let yourself go,” you joke. “You’re about as big as your moon now!”

Luna’s warm smile vanishes instantly, replaced instead by a cold, blank look. Your brain realizes what your mouth just said a few seconds after it’s happened. While brain is tearing mouth a new one, your eyes widen in horror.

Slowly, Luna lifts her head, glaring at you from between her splayed hind legs. The sight would have looked hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that the look on her face could make an Ursa Major turn tail and run.

“What,” she growls, and the temperature in the room drops to near freezing, “did thou just say to us, peasant?” You open your mouth, but no words come out. Luna’s eyes narrow, and she pushes herself into a seated position. The pressure on her stomach forces the tubes out of her relaxed marehood. Immediately, a stream of milk spills forth from her lips, soaking her bed and the floor below. Her stomach visibly shrinks as pint after pint of milk pours from her.

You both stare down at the flow of white, blank looks on your faces as you watch the stream slowly die down. The silence is thick in the air as milk drips from her folds onto the soggy sheets below.

Your mouth, having obviously not learned its lesson the first time, decides to speak up again. “Wow, that’s the fastest weight loss program I’ve ever seen!”

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Luna’s bedroom door slams open, knocking the two guards standing beside them onto their flanks. You sprint out into the hall, your bare feet skidding on the marble surface. A beam of magic flies over your head, scorching the opposite wall.

Scrambling, you shriek in terror as you sprint off down the hall. Seconds later, Luna bursts from her room, her eyes alight with unbridled fury.

“We are going to rip off thy phallus and use it to beat thee to death!” she screams, her voice causing the walls and floor to shake. With that, she takes off down the hall after you. Apparently not all the milk had drained from her, because it splatters on the floor behind her as she gives chase.

You round the corner, still shrieking like a little girl as you run for your life.

In your pants, Lil’ Anon was silently screaming for you to run faster.