Helping Foals Growby Milky DreamsChaptersDesperationA New HopeThe Inner ItchDesperationYou hold the pregnancy test in your hooves. Negative. Again. A single tear rolls down your cheek and your hooves start to shake as you continue to stare at the test, hoping that it miraculously changes to "positive" - but to no avail. For several years you tried to get pregnant, waiting for your estrus and making preparations, finding a mate beforehoof and receiving several "fillings" of your mate's seed and keeping it in you as long as possible. But it doesn't seem to work. What am I doing wrong? You stare out of the window, the sun illuminating the world outside of your house. You see children playing outside, their parents chatting with each other, smiling. Another tear rolls down your cheek, bigger than the first. You turn your head and look in the mirror. All you see is your saddened expression. You massage your belly and think to yourself. I always thought that it's the stallion's fault, that... that all of them have been... impotent or incompatible with me. But... I still have no... child. Your legs don't want to carry you anymore, your body dropping to the floor, your head meeting the ground with an audible smack. You can't take it anymore, you start to cry and scream. "Why? WHY?!" The floor gets pounded by your forehooves as you continue to scream. "It's not fair! I just want a child!" You curl yourself together, holding your tail against your chest, caressing it as you would caress the mane of a child. Your child, your own. You fall asleep as you continue to cry into your tail. A week has passed since you first visited the hospital to get a checkup. They took several blood samples and today is the day they want to talk with you about the results and perform other diagnostic procedures. You sit in an examination room which is relatively small and packed with apparatuses you can only imagine their purposes. The door creeks open and Nurse Redheart enters the room. She looks at her clipboard that she holds in her magic aura and closes the door. She looks up to you and smiles. "Hello dear, how are you feeling?" she asks in her caring voice. You look down and caress your belly, then back up to her. "Empty." The nurse's smile fades. "Oh dear... I wish I could say that I understand." She closes up to you and embraces you in a tight hug. All you can do is sniffle as a tear rolls down your cheek. Not because you feel empty, but because somepony cares about you. You don't mind that she cares because she's a professional, the hug feels too good to mind. Too good to hold back your feelings. She breaks the hug and looks at you in a warm manner. "I have good news for you. The blood tests didn't return any results that are alarming. But..." once again the warm smile fades and a look of worry takes place in Redheart's face. "We still don't know what is wrong." She hands you the clipboard which you grab with your hooves. Your eyes wander over the document, but all you can understand is your name and your birthday, since everything else are medical terms and values you don't understand. You give the clipboard back to Nurse Redheart who places it on a counter. "I'm going to perform some diagnostic spells on you, are you okay with that?" You simply nod in return. "This might tingle a bit. if it gets too intense just tell me and I will stop." She lowers her head and points her horn to your abdomen. Her horn starts to glow as a small beam finds its way to your belly. You gasp at the sudden tingling intrusion. First it's just your skin that is hit by the beam that tingles, then it gets deeper, tingling its way into your core. You start to shiver as the tingling experience gets to your ovaries - at least you think that it reached your ovaries. You can feel the beam exploring your inner depths and soon you find that your whole nether organs are tingling. Suddenly the feeling changes to a feeling that could be best described as massaging. You suppress a moan but your face blushes softly as the nurse explores every bit of your nether organs with her beam. "Oh... dear..." she quietly says as she stops her spell and looks up to you. "Do you go into estrus from time to time?" You still pant slightly as you look at her, your head tilted slightly. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" The nurse looks away, a worried expression decorating her face. "Well... you shouldn't." You blink several times, trying to comprehend what she just said. Before you can say something she continues, looking back at you. "What you experience is a false estrus. You just do what other mares do without you knowing about it. I hate to break it to you, but..." She closes her eyes and lowers her head. "You are infertile." Your mind races. Infertile. That word. Your world collapses around you. You realize you'll never get pregnant. You'll never be able to hold your foal, your own foal. You'll never see it grow, see it say it's first words and steps... This realization hits you. Your legs give out and you fall from your chair onto the floor, a blank expression on your now tear streaked face. You just lie there, just breathing and crying as you feel a hoof on your side. "I'm... I'm sorry... I can only imagine how hard that must be... Your ovaries are just... not working, I don't know why... but maybe there's something you may be happy with." You look up to her, frowning. "I don't want to adopt a foal that isn't mine!" The nurse flinches slightly. She hoped you take one of the children from the orphanage. Estrus leaves a lot of unwanted children. "There's still another way." You look up to her, still frowning. "You would help foals who don't have a mother by nursing them." You open your maw to protest, but Redheart cuts you off. "Listen before you reject this offer." Since angering the nurse is a bad idea you simply nod. "You'd nurse the foals, either by milking via a machine or by directly nursing them, whatever you are comfortable with. The hospital pays you for your work and you get to help children in need." She caresses your mane to comfort you and silly as it seems - it works. Your breath slows down to a normal rate and you stop crying. With hope in her eyes she looks at you. "So, what do you say?" You look into her eyes, the pleading look nearly forcing you to agree. "What's the catch?" She starts to smile warmly again as she realizes that you don't deny directly. "The only downside is that your teats will swell - obviously. But we have trained masseuses who will help you with that." Nurse Redheart stands up and opens a cabinet, holding a small tube in her magical aura. "If you should agree to this, this will help you." She sets the tube down into your hooves. "This creme will soften the skin of your teats, making the stretching less painful." The nurse walks to the door and opens it, looking back at you. "Apply this for a week, twice a day, and come by again then. We will discuss everything else after that, okay dear?" You look at the tube and then at the nurse. Nodding with a smile you respond "Will do." Maybe it's not as bad as I think. Nursing foals is probably the nearest motherly feeling I'll get, so why not. I'll give it a try. Author's Note Yay, first chapter done! "Billy, where the hell is our clop?!" Probably not in chapter 1, silly. In due time, most likely in the next chapter - even though it will contain just plain milking and masturbation. So, yea. Comments, thoughts, criticism? A New HopeAuthor's Note If you wonder why I chose not to mention a pony race, fur, mane and eye color is that I hope that you, as the reader, have an easier time to see through our protagonist's eyes. I'd love to write some feather- or hornplay, but for the sake of this reason I won't. Just so you know. Enjoy! A New Hope Once again you sit in the examination room, caressing your teats. The skin around it turned soft since you started to apply the creme Redheart gave you. Every square centimeter of your skin around your teats was so soft. You really have a hard time keeping your hooves off it. New sensations have always been a really nice thing to you. That reminds you of your time as you got your cutie mark - you couldn't stop touching it after you got it. The electric tingling you feel of touching it... Lost in this thought your right forehoof caresses your teats as your left hoof finds its way to your cutiemark. The softness of your teats and this wonderful feeling of your cutiemark force you to shiver and moan. Your eyes snap open. You look down to your hooves and blush in embarrassment, placing your hooves before you to get back in a normal sitting posture. You sigh in relief as you realize that you didn't turn yourself on enough to get wet. I should stop that in public places. I'll take care of that at home. You take a look at some medical posters that hang on the wall: a first aid poster, showing how to resuscitate; two anatomy posters of a mare and a stallion; two more for their genitals; and a painting of a small house at a lake that is surrounded by a thick forest, the sky clear and the sun shining. You look back to the anatomy poster of the stallion's genitals. The size of the shaft is amazing, it could stuff you completely and not be fully inserted. You shiver at that thought and your face flushes warm. You close your eyes lost in thoughts, imagining the medial ring enter you, forcing your puffy nether lips to part wider, just to be able to fit that beast in you. You slowly open your eyes again, looking at that poster with lust in your eyes. That... flare... You moan softly as you lick your lips. You'd do anything to get your time with that stallion. Just one night, being rutted by this well endowed stallion, his meat stuffing you from both ends - most preferably at the same time. You begin to pant slightly, your tongue hanging out as you close your eyes again. You can feel it, you can feel his cock entering both your nether and upper lips, digging their ways through their respective tunnels. In your daydream you don't gag as he enters your throat, you also don't feel pain as the other shaft bumps against your cervix. No. All you can do is moan and gasp in delight. You can even smell the musk of those stallions. Mhh.. that smell... they smell like... Your eyes shoot open once again as your brain successfully linked the smell to a memory. "They smell like me!" you shout. Your panicked eyes look down to your nether area, the chair you are sitting on being drenched in your lustful secretion. "Shit shit shit!" you run over to a sink and grab a towel that hangs there with your snout, cleaning of the chair's surface with it. The smell hits your nostrils, and leaves you even more aroused. Body, stop it! It's embarrassing! But your body doesn't listen. Your clitoris joyfully winks, showing everypony how ready to be rutted you are. Luck is, for once, on your side as nopony is in here... yet. The chair is cleaned and you think about what to do about your arousal. I could dry myself with the towel... or masturbate quickly... or I could be honest with the doctor... and ask him to fuck me, to fill me, to~ Your winking clitoris pulls you out of your thoughts. You slap yourself with your right forehoof, clearing your mind of any unwanted thoughts. For now your mind is clear, but your arousal is still high, your musk slowly filling the room. You rush to a window and pull it open. You breath in the fresh air through your nostrils as it slowly clears your mind even more. You let your mind wander, imaging being at that place the painting showed, sitting on a bench in front of that house, your hair flowing with the wind as you feel a hoof touching your withers. "Miss?" You get pulled out of your daydream, turn around and look at the pony that pulled you back to reality. To your mind's relaxation but to your body's frustration, the doctor is a mare. With a beautiful soft brown coat, a blonde mane and deep blue eyes. Luck is once again on your side as her nostrils are filled with cotton pads. You tilt your head and looked at her in a worried manner. "What.. What happened to you?" She looks surprised at your worry for a few moments as she suddenly smiles softly. "Ah, it's nothing to worry about." She waves it off with her right forehoof. "It was just a patient smacking his hoof onto my snout in panic." You gasp externally and cheer in your inside. She isn't able to smell anything! Yay! The doctor turns her attention back to the topic at hoof. "I'm Doctor Ray and I'm happy you decided to take this course of action." She lifts her right forehoof and rests it against your withers. "I truly am happy that you'll help foals in need, but until then it's a long way. Of course you'll get your payment from today on, if that's important to you." You shake your head. "No, I just want to have motherly feelings. Money is just a nice side effect to me." The doctor smiles again. "You will have them in due time. Do you have any questions before we start?" You rub your chin with your forehoof. "Hmm... Ah! Yes. Do I have to... get milked in the hospital? Or... how does the whole thing work?" Doctor Ray nods and answers. "For the first week we want you to get to the hospital every day, to see how your teats are developing and if everything develops as planned. You'll also get a milking machine today for your home. After that we expect a visit once a week, again for checkups. A delivery pony will collect your milk and deliver that to us, where we will examine it. We have to know if the milk contains any unwanted bacteria or diseases." You look shocked. "But you tested my blood before? Why do you~" She cuts you of. "We know, and right now you are fit as can be. But maybe you'll catch a flu? You'll never know." You nod as you understand. "When the milk is clean we give it to the orphanage. You'll also receive a bonus for the amount of milk you give and your monthly payment will be raised if you get other mares to join our program - we really need milk." Once again you open your snout. "But... why not take milk from cows?" "Well, you see, the milk given by cows is meant for calves ad therefore contains specific nutrition and fat that is needed for calve that need to grow and gain fat. Foals however don't need that much fat. Also milk given by ponies contains higher background magic for the development of the magic abilities of earth-, pegasus- and unicornponies alike." "Ah, that makes sense." You say as you look to the side. From the corner of your eyes you see the stallion anatomy poster and decide to look at her and think of something unpleasant. "So, what's next?" There's a sparkle in the doctor's eyes. "First I'll give you an introduction on the milking machine and then I'll cast a lactation inducing spell on you." You nod softly. "All right! This..." She walk to a small table and points her forehoof to a machine. "is out standard milking device. It has two suction cups that are connected to a small jug where the milk will be stored." She glances to you. You nod and she continues. "This gem powers the device, creating the vacuum that is needed to milk you." You have no idea about magic gems, so you just nod - again. "The application is pretty easy. You sit down on your haunches, hold the cups against your teats and push that button." She pushes said button down and the machine starts. It whirrs softly but suddenly stops after a few moments. "Why did it stop?" "The machine detected no teats to milk." Wow... that machine is smarter than some farmers. "And how do I stop it?" "You don't need to. When you have no more milk to give it will stop. But if you need to stop it, just push the button again. It's that simple." She looks back at you. "Anymore questions?" You stare at the machine in awe. "Uhh..." you turn to the doctor and close your snout, just to open it again to speak. "No, not yet." Doctor Ray smiles again and clops her hooves together in excitement. "Great! So, let's get started then, okay? Please lie down on the bench." You turn to the bench and hop on it. "On my back?" "Yes, please." The bench is wide enough, so you lie down on your stomach and turn around, your underside fully exposed. Your faces flushes in a bright red. Please don't look... please don't look... Your clitoris hasn't stopped winking to potential mates. The doctor stands by your side and looks at your teats, then back at you. "I want to thank you yet again. Are you still up to it?" You nod eagerly, you just want to leave this room and want to take care of your problem. "Okay. Your teats may feel warm and tingly, so don't be alarmed." Her head turns once again to your teats. Her horn glows softly as she points it to your nether region. Her aura leaves her horn and settles down on your teats. You can see it seeping in and you can feel how they get warmer. The warm feeling spreads to the flesh beneath it, which is soon followed by a tingling sensation. You moan softly as it feels more pleasurable as you thought. Your flesh beneath your teats expands slightly and your teats grow erect, but the feelings don't stop. You throw your head back and close your eyes, you moan sharper than before. "Oh... sweet Celestia... that feels... sooo good..." You purr those words in bliss, and before you know it the warm, tingling feeling leaves you. The only thing that feels hot is your face and your swollen nether lips. You look to Doctor Ray, her own face flushed red. You turn to look at your teats: They are slightly swollen. it's the same size you saw on other mares who nurse their foals. Doctor Ray clears her throat. "We are finished for today. Please milk yourself before you visit me again tomorrow. You should head home and..." She looks to her left. "Take care of... that problem." You know what she is referring to. In a panic you jump down from the bench, your legs carrying you with a slight wobble as your body has been teased and not pleasured. You groan in frustration as you try to run out of the room. You just want to go home... fast. "Wait!" Doctor Ray shouts to you, but you don't care, you are too embarrassed to stop. Ray looks over to the machine and shakes her head. "Now I have to send our intern to deliver the machine..." The Inner ItchYou made your way back to your home, but you were able to feel the burning gazes of other residents as they stare at your flank. You tried to hide your winking clitoris with your tail, but your instincts prevented you, leaving your tail swishing from side to side, exposing your sensitive nub for everypony to see. You slam the door shut behind you, your face a burning red and you pant from exhaustion, the run definitely took a toll on you. You lean against the door, resting and thinking about your next steps. I need to get rid of my arousal... maybe a cold shower will help? You look towards your staircase, leading to the bathroom and your bedroom. It has to help... Your whole body shivers as your clitoris leaves your sensitive folds once again. You move upstairs on shaky legs, enter your bathroom and quickly hop into the shower. With a quick motion you close the shower doors behind you and turn back around to the two valves for the shower head. You place your left hoof on the valve for the cold water. Just turn it around and get it over with... You look at the valve and don't find the courage to let the cold water pour over you. Okay, okay. I'll count down. That should do the trick. Once again you look at the valve. You nod and close your eyes. Five, four, three, two... one... You grit your teeth before opening the valve, but you do open it a moment later. Ice cold water falls down on your coat a few moments later. Even though you expect the cold hit, you still scream in surprise. Your body tenses up as the water reaches your delicate skin. Your scream reaches a higher tone. If somepony would listen they'd think somepony is hurting you really bad. After the short exposure you close the valve and jump out of the shower, opening the doors in the process with a loud thud. You grab the nearest towel and dry yourself off quickly, only for your clitoris to brush against the towel as you dry your rump. "Ugh, come on! That isn't fair!" you groan with a frown. The whole ordeal of a cold shower for nothing. After you have finished getting yourself dry you walk over to your bedroom and open the bottom drawer of your nightstand. In it you find your most intimate possessions: dildos in different sizes and colors. One even is transparent and has been modeled after an anonymous stallion - that one is the biggest in your drawer. Every one of your toys have a suction cup, much to your delight. You look over every one of your precious toys, but decide to take a medium sized one. You grab it with your right hoof, lick at the suction cup and place it on the floor. You grab the tube of lube and squirt a decent amount of it on your hoof. You apply the lube softly on the fake orange shaft until it glistens like your own aroused nether lips. Your whole body shivers in anticipation. You change your position so that the fake, rubbery shaft is below your nether lips. You lower your lips until the flare touches your sensitive folds. Biting on your lower lip you push down softly, letting it push through your soft flesh. You suppress any moans that could escape your delicate lips as you push it deeper and deeper, until your rump touches the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You rest in that position as the feeling of fulness overwhelms you. You let your hips move forward and backwards and let soft gasps escape your throat as you enjoy the feeling that most stallions are not aware of how good that feels to a mare. With your left hoof you caress your cutiemark, sending a shiver down your spine. You feel your orgasm nearing the peak so you decide to switch to a circular movement. Your inner walls press against the shaft that rests inside you which pleasures you even more. Driven by your lustful moans you move your left hoof to your teats, massaging them. Because of your needy state you reach your climax faster than usual which causes your body to tense up as a throaty moan escapes your lips. Your whole body shivers as you rest in that position. "Hello?" calls a male voice from your front door, followed by three hoof taps on the door. "You left your milking machine at the hospital, miss." "Fuck!" You curse to yourself. "Why does he have to arrive now?" You turn your head to the hallway to shout. "Leave it at the door." "I'm sorry miss, but Doc wants me to give it to you personally, to show you how it works." You growl in frustration. "Give me a minute!" You get up from the false phallus and run over to the bathroom, drying your rump off from any bodily fluids that have been caused by your intimacy with said toy. You swing the towel back on its stand and walk towards the front door. A few deep breaths later you open the door, revealing a grey unicorn stallion with a chocolate like brown mane. He offers you a smile. "Hi! I'm that intern that does the hospital deliveries. But some ponies call me Cubic." You shift your gaze upon his flank and wonder if they call him cubic because of his rump. Then you spot his cutie mark: A three dimensional cube in a diagram. I wonder what his talent is... But sweet Celestia, look at that flank... He tilts his head. "Everything all right, miss?" You blink a few times and look back into the stallion's eyes. "Yes... yes." "Good! Then let's get started, shall we?" He says with a smile to which you nod in agreement. "I'd say we go to your bedroom to set~" Your eyes snap open as you realize that your "toy" is still erect in your bedroom. With a blurt you interrupt him. "No! We can't!" He tilts his head yet again and looks rather confused at you. "Oookay. How about your living room?" Your face blushes deeply as you come to realize that you blurted at him. I need to apologize myself for that behaviour. But doing that know feels awkward. I'll do that later. You nod in response to his question. He takes a few steps and then stops to look at you again. "Uhm... where is your living room?" "Follow me." You walk towards the living room, Cubic following behind you. Your thoughts flash back to the flank of that handsome stallion behind you, leaving your tail to swish from side to side, giving the stallion behind you a good look and smell of your nether region. After all you only dried your nether region, but didn't clean it. Cubic, however, seems to enjoy both the smell and the looks, walking closer to you to get more detail of the beautiful landscape in front of him. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils and shudders slightly in delight. Both of you arrive in the living room, a room with a nice sky blue carpet and wooden walls. It contains two couches and a coffee table and various picture frames, showing your relatives and friends. "Please lie down on the couch." The grey stallion says, his hoof pointing at one of the two couches. You hop on it and lie down on your stomach. Cubic tilts his head and frowns. "You need to lie on your back." You look at him and frown yourself. "Why?" "Because... well... your teats are on your underside." he scratches his neck with his right forehoof. This situation is clearly awkward for him. You decide to switch into a sitting position: Your rump on the couch cushion and your back against the backrest of the couch. Your tail hangs down and flicks nervously, trying to hide your assets that are in plain sight for Cubic to stare at. You clear your throat, causing Cubic to look up into your eyes, blushing furiously. "Uhmm... yes... uh... milking..." He turns around and lifts the machine on the couch, detaching the cups from the machine. "First we need to hold the cups against your teats, and then we~" You interrupt him with a gasp and a kick against his snout out of reflex, as the cold cup brushes against your soft flesh. Both of you lift their forehooves to your and his snout: you out of surprise and Cubic because his snout hurts like Tartarus. "Ah! FUCK! And Doc told me to preheat the cups with my breath! Ugh.... should have seen that coming." "I'm sorry, you startled me with those cups and~" He cuts you off with a wave of his hoof. "It's okay... it's my fault." He looks at his hooves to check if his nose bleeds, but sees that it doesn't. With a sigh he picks up the cups again and breathes softly against them, warming them. You observe the unicorn stallion, his horn glowing slightly to hold the cups. As he finishes with both cups he looks up to you, the cups hovering above your teats. "Are you ready?" Author's Note The character "Cubic" is from @Internetianer from Twitter. I could also use some OCs! 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DesperationYou hold the pregnancy test in your hooves. Negative. Again. A single tear rolls down your cheek and your hooves start to shake as you continue to stare at the test, hoping that it miraculously changes to "positive" - but to no avail. For several years you tried to get pregnant, waiting for your estrus and making preparations, finding a mate beforehoof and receiving several "fillings" of your mate's seed and keeping it in you as long as possible. But it doesn't seem to work. What am I doing wrong? You stare out of the window, the sun illuminating the world outside of your house. You see children playing outside, their parents chatting with each other, smiling. Another tear rolls down your cheek, bigger than the first. You turn your head and look in the mirror. All you see is your saddened expression. You massage your belly and think to yourself. I always thought that it's the stallion's fault, that... that all of them have been... impotent or incompatible with me. But... I still have no... child. Your legs don't want to carry you anymore, your body dropping to the floor, your head meeting the ground with an audible smack. You can't take it anymore, you start to cry and scream. "Why? WHY?!" The floor gets pounded by your forehooves as you continue to scream. "It's not fair! I just want a child!" You curl yourself together, holding your tail against your chest, caressing it as you would caress the mane of a child. Your child, your own. You fall asleep as you continue to cry into your tail. A week has passed since you first visited the hospital to get a checkup. They took several blood samples and today is the day they want to talk with you about the results and perform other diagnostic procedures. You sit in an examination room which is relatively small and packed with apparatuses you can only imagine their purposes. The door creeks open and Nurse Redheart enters the room. She looks at her clipboard that she holds in her magic aura and closes the door. She looks up to you and smiles. "Hello dear, how are you feeling?" she asks in her caring voice. You look down and caress your belly, then back up to her. "Empty." The nurse's smile fades. "Oh dear... I wish I could say that I understand." She closes up to you and embraces you in a tight hug. All you can do is sniffle as a tear rolls down your cheek. Not because you feel empty, but because somepony cares about you. You don't mind that she cares because she's a professional, the hug feels too good to mind. Too good to hold back your feelings. She breaks the hug and looks at you in a warm manner. "I have good news for you. The blood tests didn't return any results that are alarming. But..." once again the warm smile fades and a look of worry takes place in Redheart's face. "We still don't know what is wrong." She hands you the clipboard which you grab with your hooves. Your eyes wander over the document, but all you can understand is your name and your birthday, since everything else are medical terms and values you don't understand. You give the clipboard back to Nurse Redheart who places it on a counter. "I'm going to perform some diagnostic spells on you, are you okay with that?" You simply nod in return. "This might tingle a bit. if it gets too intense just tell me and I will stop." She lowers her head and points her horn to your abdomen. Her horn starts to glow as a small beam finds its way to your belly. You gasp at the sudden tingling intrusion. First it's just your skin that is hit by the beam that tingles, then it gets deeper, tingling its way into your core. You start to shiver as the tingling experience gets to your ovaries - at least you think that it reached your ovaries. You can feel the beam exploring your inner depths and soon you find that your whole nether organs are tingling. Suddenly the feeling changes to a feeling that could be best described as massaging. You suppress a moan but your face blushes softly as the nurse explores every bit of your nether organs with her beam. "Oh... dear..." she quietly says as she stops her spell and looks up to you. "Do you go into estrus from time to time?" You still pant slightly as you look at her, your head tilted slightly. "Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" The nurse looks away, a worried expression decorating her face. "Well... you shouldn't." You blink several times, trying to comprehend what she just said. Before you can say something she continues, looking back at you. "What you experience is a false estrus. You just do what other mares do without you knowing about it. I hate to break it to you, but..." She closes her eyes and lowers her head. "You are infertile." Your mind races. Infertile. That word. Your world collapses around you. You realize you'll never get pregnant. You'll never be able to hold your foal, your own foal. You'll never see it grow, see it say it's first words and steps... This realization hits you. Your legs give out and you fall from your chair onto the floor, a blank expression on your now tear streaked face. You just lie there, just breathing and crying as you feel a hoof on your side. "I'm... I'm sorry... I can only imagine how hard that must be... Your ovaries are just... not working, I don't know why... but maybe there's something you may be happy with." You look up to her, frowning. "I don't want to adopt a foal that isn't mine!" The nurse flinches slightly. She hoped you take one of the children from the orphanage. Estrus leaves a lot of unwanted children. "There's still another way." You look up to her, still frowning. "You would help foals who don't have a mother by nursing them." You open your maw to protest, but Redheart cuts you off. "Listen before you reject this offer." Since angering the nurse is a bad idea you simply nod. "You'd nurse the foals, either by milking via a machine or by directly nursing them, whatever you are comfortable with. The hospital pays you for your work and you get to help children in need." She caresses your mane to comfort you and silly as it seems - it works. Your breath slows down to a normal rate and you stop crying. With hope in her eyes she looks at you. "So, what do you say?" You look into her eyes, the pleading look nearly forcing you to agree. "What's the catch?" She starts to smile warmly again as she realizes that you don't deny directly. "The only downside is that your teats will swell - obviously. But we have trained masseuses who will help you with that." Nurse Redheart stands up and opens a cabinet, holding a small tube in her magical aura. "If you should agree to this, this will help you." She sets the tube down into your hooves. "This creme will soften the skin of your teats, making the stretching less painful." The nurse walks to the door and opens it, looking back at you. "Apply this for a week, twice a day, and come by again then. We will discuss everything else after that, okay dear?" You look at the tube and then at the nurse. Nodding with a smile you respond "Will do." Maybe it's not as bad as I think. Nursing foals is probably the nearest motherly feeling I'll get, so why not. I'll give it a try. Author's Note Yay, first chapter done! "Billy, where the hell is our clop?!" Probably not in chapter 1, silly. In due time, most likely in the next chapter - even though it will contain just plain milking and masturbation. So, yea. Comments, thoughts, criticism?
A New HopeAuthor's Note If you wonder why I chose not to mention a pony race, fur, mane and eye color is that I hope that you, as the reader, have an easier time to see through our protagonist's eyes. I'd love to write some feather- or hornplay, but for the sake of this reason I won't. Just so you know. Enjoy! A New Hope Once again you sit in the examination room, caressing your teats. The skin around it turned soft since you started to apply the creme Redheart gave you. Every square centimeter of your skin around your teats was so soft. You really have a hard time keeping your hooves off it. New sensations have always been a really nice thing to you. That reminds you of your time as you got your cutie mark - you couldn't stop touching it after you got it. The electric tingling you feel of touching it... Lost in this thought your right forehoof caresses your teats as your left hoof finds its way to your cutiemark. The softness of your teats and this wonderful feeling of your cutiemark force you to shiver and moan. Your eyes snap open. You look down to your hooves and blush in embarrassment, placing your hooves before you to get back in a normal sitting posture. You sigh in relief as you realize that you didn't turn yourself on enough to get wet. I should stop that in public places. I'll take care of that at home. You take a look at some medical posters that hang on the wall: a first aid poster, showing how to resuscitate; two anatomy posters of a mare and a stallion; two more for their genitals; and a painting of a small house at a lake that is surrounded by a thick forest, the sky clear and the sun shining. You look back to the anatomy poster of the stallion's genitals. The size of the shaft is amazing, it could stuff you completely and not be fully inserted. You shiver at that thought and your face flushes warm. You close your eyes lost in thoughts, imagining the medial ring enter you, forcing your puffy nether lips to part wider, just to be able to fit that beast in you. You slowly open your eyes again, looking at that poster with lust in your eyes. That... flare... You moan softly as you lick your lips. You'd do anything to get your time with that stallion. Just one night, being rutted by this well endowed stallion, his meat stuffing you from both ends - most preferably at the same time. You begin to pant slightly, your tongue hanging out as you close your eyes again. You can feel it, you can feel his cock entering both your nether and upper lips, digging their ways through their respective tunnels. In your daydream you don't gag as he enters your throat, you also don't feel pain as the other shaft bumps against your cervix. No. All you can do is moan and gasp in delight. You can even smell the musk of those stallions. Mhh.. that smell... they smell like... Your eyes shoot open once again as your brain successfully linked the smell to a memory. "They smell like me!" you shout. Your panicked eyes look down to your nether area, the chair you are sitting on being drenched in your lustful secretion. "Shit shit shit!" you run over to a sink and grab a towel that hangs there with your snout, cleaning of the chair's surface with it. The smell hits your nostrils, and leaves you even more aroused. Body, stop it! It's embarrassing! But your body doesn't listen. Your clitoris joyfully winks, showing everypony how ready to be rutted you are. Luck is, for once, on your side as nopony is in here... yet. The chair is cleaned and you think about what to do about your arousal. I could dry myself with the towel... or masturbate quickly... or I could be honest with the doctor... and ask him to fuck me, to fill me, to~ Your winking clitoris pulls you out of your thoughts. You slap yourself with your right forehoof, clearing your mind of any unwanted thoughts. For now your mind is clear, but your arousal is still high, your musk slowly filling the room. You rush to a window and pull it open. You breath in the fresh air through your nostrils as it slowly clears your mind even more. You let your mind wander, imaging being at that place the painting showed, sitting on a bench in front of that house, your hair flowing with the wind as you feel a hoof touching your withers. "Miss?" You get pulled out of your daydream, turn around and look at the pony that pulled you back to reality. To your mind's relaxation but to your body's frustration, the doctor is a mare. With a beautiful soft brown coat, a blonde mane and deep blue eyes. Luck is once again on your side as her nostrils are filled with cotton pads. You tilt your head and looked at her in a worried manner. "What.. What happened to you?" She looks surprised at your worry for a few moments as she suddenly smiles softly. "Ah, it's nothing to worry about." She waves it off with her right forehoof. "It was just a patient smacking his hoof onto my snout in panic." You gasp externally and cheer in your inside. She isn't able to smell anything! Yay! The doctor turns her attention back to the topic at hoof. "I'm Doctor Ray and I'm happy you decided to take this course of action." She lifts her right forehoof and rests it against your withers. "I truly am happy that you'll help foals in need, but until then it's a long way. Of course you'll get your payment from today on, if that's important to you." You shake your head. "No, I just want to have motherly feelings. Money is just a nice side effect to me." The doctor smiles again. "You will have them in due time. Do you have any questions before we start?" You rub your chin with your forehoof. "Hmm... Ah! Yes. Do I have to... get milked in the hospital? Or... how does the whole thing work?" Doctor Ray nods and answers. "For the first week we want you to get to the hospital every day, to see how your teats are developing and if everything develops as planned. You'll also get a milking machine today for your home. After that we expect a visit once a week, again for checkups. A delivery pony will collect your milk and deliver that to us, where we will examine it. We have to know if the milk contains any unwanted bacteria or diseases." You look shocked. "But you tested my blood before? Why do you~" She cuts you of. "We know, and right now you are fit as can be. But maybe you'll catch a flu? You'll never know." You nod as you understand. "When the milk is clean we give it to the orphanage. You'll also receive a bonus for the amount of milk you give and your monthly payment will be raised if you get other mares to join our program - we really need milk." Once again you open your snout. "But... why not take milk from cows?" "Well, you see, the milk given by cows is meant for calves ad therefore contains specific nutrition and fat that is needed for calve that need to grow and gain fat. Foals however don't need that much fat. Also milk given by ponies contains higher background magic for the development of the magic abilities of earth-, pegasus- and unicornponies alike." "Ah, that makes sense." You say as you look to the side. From the corner of your eyes you see the stallion anatomy poster and decide to look at her and think of something unpleasant. "So, what's next?" There's a sparkle in the doctor's eyes. "First I'll give you an introduction on the milking machine and then I'll cast a lactation inducing spell on you." You nod softly. "All right! This..." She walk to a small table and points her forehoof to a machine. "is out standard milking device. It has two suction cups that are connected to a small jug where the milk will be stored." She glances to you. You nod and she continues. "This gem powers the device, creating the vacuum that is needed to milk you." You have no idea about magic gems, so you just nod - again. "The application is pretty easy. You sit down on your haunches, hold the cups against your teats and push that button." She pushes said button down and the machine starts. It whirrs softly but suddenly stops after a few moments. "Why did it stop?" "The machine detected no teats to milk." Wow... that machine is smarter than some farmers. "And how do I stop it?" "You don't need to. When you have no more milk to give it will stop. But if you need to stop it, just push the button again. It's that simple." She looks back at you. "Anymore questions?" You stare at the machine in awe. "Uhh..." you turn to the doctor and close your snout, just to open it again to speak. "No, not yet." Doctor Ray smiles again and clops her hooves together in excitement. "Great! So, let's get started then, okay? Please lie down on the bench." You turn to the bench and hop on it. "On my back?" "Yes, please." The bench is wide enough, so you lie down on your stomach and turn around, your underside fully exposed. Your faces flushes in a bright red. Please don't look... please don't look... Your clitoris hasn't stopped winking to potential mates. The doctor stands by your side and looks at your teats, then back at you. "I want to thank you yet again. Are you still up to it?" You nod eagerly, you just want to leave this room and want to take care of your problem. "Okay. Your teats may feel warm and tingly, so don't be alarmed." Her head turns once again to your teats. Her horn glows softly as she points it to your nether region. Her aura leaves her horn and settles down on your teats. You can see it seeping in and you can feel how they get warmer. The warm feeling spreads to the flesh beneath it, which is soon followed by a tingling sensation. You moan softly as it feels more pleasurable as you thought. Your flesh beneath your teats expands slightly and your teats grow erect, but the feelings don't stop. You throw your head back and close your eyes, you moan sharper than before. "Oh... sweet Celestia... that feels... sooo good..." You purr those words in bliss, and before you know it the warm, tingling feeling leaves you. The only thing that feels hot is your face and your swollen nether lips. You look to Doctor Ray, her own face flushed red. You turn to look at your teats: They are slightly swollen. it's the same size you saw on other mares who nurse their foals. Doctor Ray clears her throat. "We are finished for today. Please milk yourself before you visit me again tomorrow. You should head home and..." She looks to her left. "Take care of... that problem." You know what she is referring to. In a panic you jump down from the bench, your legs carrying you with a slight wobble as your body has been teased and not pleasured. You groan in frustration as you try to run out of the room. You just want to go home... fast. "Wait!" Doctor Ray shouts to you, but you don't care, you are too embarrassed to stop. Ray looks over to the machine and shakes her head. "Now I have to send our intern to deliver the machine..."
The Inner ItchYou made your way back to your home, but you were able to feel the burning gazes of other residents as they stare at your flank. You tried to hide your winking clitoris with your tail, but your instincts prevented you, leaving your tail swishing from side to side, exposing your sensitive nub for everypony to see. You slam the door shut behind you, your face a burning red and you pant from exhaustion, the run definitely took a toll on you. You lean against the door, resting and thinking about your next steps. I need to get rid of my arousal... maybe a cold shower will help? You look towards your staircase, leading to the bathroom and your bedroom. It has to help... Your whole body shivers as your clitoris leaves your sensitive folds once again. You move upstairs on shaky legs, enter your bathroom and quickly hop into the shower. With a quick motion you close the shower doors behind you and turn back around to the two valves for the shower head. You place your left hoof on the valve for the cold water. Just turn it around and get it over with... You look at the valve and don't find the courage to let the cold water pour over you. Okay, okay. I'll count down. That should do the trick. Once again you look at the valve. You nod and close your eyes. Five, four, three, two... one... You grit your teeth before opening the valve, but you do open it a moment later. Ice cold water falls down on your coat a few moments later. Even though you expect the cold hit, you still scream in surprise. Your body tenses up as the water reaches your delicate skin. Your scream reaches a higher tone. If somepony would listen they'd think somepony is hurting you really bad. After the short exposure you close the valve and jump out of the shower, opening the doors in the process with a loud thud. You grab the nearest towel and dry yourself off quickly, only for your clitoris to brush against the towel as you dry your rump. "Ugh, come on! That isn't fair!" you groan with a frown. The whole ordeal of a cold shower for nothing. After you have finished getting yourself dry you walk over to your bedroom and open the bottom drawer of your nightstand. In it you find your most intimate possessions: dildos in different sizes and colors. One even is transparent and has been modeled after an anonymous stallion - that one is the biggest in your drawer. Every one of your toys have a suction cup, much to your delight. You look over every one of your precious toys, but decide to take a medium sized one. You grab it with your right hoof, lick at the suction cup and place it on the floor. You grab the tube of lube and squirt a decent amount of it on your hoof. You apply the lube softly on the fake orange shaft until it glistens like your own aroused nether lips. Your whole body shivers in anticipation. You change your position so that the fake, rubbery shaft is below your nether lips. You lower your lips until the flare touches your sensitive folds. Biting on your lower lip you push down softly, letting it push through your soft flesh. You suppress any moans that could escape your delicate lips as you push it deeper and deeper, until your rump touches the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You rest in that position as the feeling of fulness overwhelms you. You let your hips move forward and backwards and let soft gasps escape your throat as you enjoy the feeling that most stallions are not aware of how good that feels to a mare. With your left hoof you caress your cutiemark, sending a shiver down your spine. You feel your orgasm nearing the peak so you decide to switch to a circular movement. Your inner walls press against the shaft that rests inside you which pleasures you even more. Driven by your lustful moans you move your left hoof to your teats, massaging them. Because of your needy state you reach your climax faster than usual which causes your body to tense up as a throaty moan escapes your lips. Your whole body shivers as you rest in that position. "Hello?" calls a male voice from your front door, followed by three hoof taps on the door. "You left your milking machine at the hospital, miss." "Fuck!" You curse to yourself. "Why does he have to arrive now?" You turn your head to the hallway to shout. "Leave it at the door." "I'm sorry miss, but Doc wants me to give it to you personally, to show you how it works." You growl in frustration. "Give me a minute!" You get up from the false phallus and run over to the bathroom, drying your rump off from any bodily fluids that have been caused by your intimacy with said toy. You swing the towel back on its stand and walk towards the front door. A few deep breaths later you open the door, revealing a grey unicorn stallion with a chocolate like brown mane. He offers you a smile. "Hi! I'm that intern that does the hospital deliveries. But some ponies call me Cubic." You shift your gaze upon his flank and wonder if they call him cubic because of his rump. Then you spot his cutie mark: A three dimensional cube in a diagram. I wonder what his talent is... But sweet Celestia, look at that flank... He tilts his head. "Everything all right, miss?" You blink a few times and look back into the stallion's eyes. "Yes... yes." "Good! Then let's get started, shall we?" He says with a smile to which you nod in agreement. "I'd say we go to your bedroom to set~" Your eyes snap open as you realize that your "toy" is still erect in your bedroom. With a blurt you interrupt him. "No! We can't!" He tilts his head yet again and looks rather confused at you. "Oookay. How about your living room?" Your face blushes deeply as you come to realize that you blurted at him. I need to apologize myself for that behaviour. But doing that know feels awkward. I'll do that later. You nod in response to his question. He takes a few steps and then stops to look at you again. "Uhm... where is your living room?" "Follow me." You walk towards the living room, Cubic following behind you. Your thoughts flash back to the flank of that handsome stallion behind you, leaving your tail to swish from side to side, giving the stallion behind you a good look and smell of your nether region. After all you only dried your nether region, but didn't clean it. Cubic, however, seems to enjoy both the smell and the looks, walking closer to you to get more detail of the beautiful landscape in front of him. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils and shudders slightly in delight. Both of you arrive in the living room, a room with a nice sky blue carpet and wooden walls. It contains two couches and a coffee table and various picture frames, showing your relatives and friends. "Please lie down on the couch." The grey stallion says, his hoof pointing at one of the two couches. You hop on it and lie down on your stomach. Cubic tilts his head and frowns. "You need to lie on your back." You look at him and frown yourself. "Why?" "Because... well... your teats are on your underside." he scratches his neck with his right forehoof. This situation is clearly awkward for him. You decide to switch into a sitting position: Your rump on the couch cushion and your back against the backrest of the couch. Your tail hangs down and flicks nervously, trying to hide your assets that are in plain sight for Cubic to stare at. You clear your throat, causing Cubic to look up into your eyes, blushing furiously. "Uhmm... yes... uh... milking..." He turns around and lifts the machine on the couch, detaching the cups from the machine. "First we need to hold the cups against your teats, and then we~" You interrupt him with a gasp and a kick against his snout out of reflex, as the cold cup brushes against your soft flesh. Both of you lift their forehooves to your and his snout: you out of surprise and Cubic because his snout hurts like Tartarus. "Ah! FUCK! And Doc told me to preheat the cups with my breath! Ugh.... should have seen that coming." "I'm sorry, you startled me with those cups and~" He cuts you off with a wave of his hoof. "It's okay... it's my fault." He looks at his hooves to check if his nose bleeds, but sees that it doesn't. With a sigh he picks up the cups again and breathes softly against them, warming them. You observe the unicorn stallion, his horn glowing slightly to hold the cups. As he finishes with both cups he looks up to you, the cups hovering above your teats. "Are you ready?" Author's Note The character "Cubic" is from @Internetianer from Twitter. I could also use some OCs! Send me your OC :)
