Author'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..."