Pegasus Milking
By Game-BeatX14
Knock knock knock
Thunderlane tapped on the door to Carousel Boutique, shifting nervously as he waited for a response. Rarity had invited him over for some private time together, and he happily accepted. The past few days she had been acting a little too friendly, but admittedly he liked the attention. Judging by her recent flirtatious advances, he knew the night could end in sex if all went well. However, he promised himself he would stay relaxed and casual until the situation was right.
He snapped himself out of thought mode when Rarity opened the door.
“Why hello, darling!” Her cheery voice rang out.
“Hey there, Rarity.”
“My, you look positively striking, Thunder!”
Thunderlane blushed at her compliment. Although he had been with plenty of mares, and had long since shaken off the awkwardness of being around them, she still held a certain warm charm that put his usual confidence to the test every time she spoke.
“Come in, and let’s have a chat on the sofa.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Rarity turned around and trotted inside, wiggling her tail flirtatiously. Thunderlane followed suite, walking over to the large sofa in the main room where she sat down. She patted the spot next to her, coaxing him to sit close. Once they were both seated, Rarity turned to face him and immediately broke the ice.
“So Thunderlane, what would you like to do tonight?”
He was caught off guard and had to stop and think, unsure of how to answer without sounding crass. After all, he had come over with high hopes that there would be some sexy time between them. He got a slight stiffy just thinking about it.
“I, uh-... Maybe we could, uh...”
Rarity giggled, interrupting his babbling.
“Oh Thunder, I know what you’re thinking, and that’s ok. I am irresistible, after all.” She announced, eyes glistening as she proudly put a hoof to her chest.
Thunderlane was slightly put off by her gloating.
“Um, yeah... You are pretty beautiful, heh.”
Her cute, innocent smile immediately melted any doubts he had about her personality. He assured himself it had been tongue-in-cheek.
This is the one, he thought. This is the mare I want to be with. His mind began to drift to the future, but her voice snapped him out of his momentary daydream.
“Darling, let’s not beat around the bush tonight.”
“Whaa-”
Without warning, Rarity reached her hoof down towards his crotch and stroked it against his semi-erect shaft, making him curl back in embarrassment.
“Whoa Rarity, you’re going a little too fast here...”
“Don’t you like it though? You seem eagerly horny tonight.”
“Well yeah, but...”
“Sit still, darling.”
Rarity reached back down, this time with both hooves, and started dragging up and down against his shaft, which was quickly lengthening. Within a few moments, Thunderlane was at full mast, his erection pulsing slightly as a drop of pre-cum leaked from his tip. Her hooves were so soft and warm; it felt better than any mare he had ever been with. His feelings of unease quickly turned to pleasure.
“Mmmm, keep doing that. Your hooves are like silk.”
He put his own hoof behind her head and rubbed affectionately, stroking her mane and neck. Rarity looked up from his crotch, smiling widely. Thunderlane smiled back. Suddenly, her horn started to pulse a dull blue. Thunderlane assumed it was some sort of natural response to arousal. It dawned on him that he had never been intimate with a unicorn before.
As she continued stroking, the intensity of her horn light increased until thin strands of magic unraveled from it, snaking towards him. Thunderlane shivered slightly as they touched him, starting to grow at a faster pace. The thin blue tendrils felt strange, almost giving him a numb feeling where they touched.
“Uh, Rarity? Is your horn acting up?”
She smirked, her eyes flickering vibrantly. Thunderlane was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“No dear, it’s working juuuuust fine.”
She poured more energy into her horn, and the tendrils expanded into thick blue glowing waves that wrapped around his body. He struggled as the tightening magical grip locked him up.
“Rarity, what the hell?!”
“Don’t you worry yourself, everything will be fine.”
He was confused by her vague reassurance; it didn’t make him feel any better. She levitated him into the air and carried him up the stairs towards her bedroom, whistling casually. The ascent to her room was quick and hassle free.
She opened the door and carried him in. Thunderlane winced as he saw an array of kinky looking objects and props scattered around. Most noticeable was a large, padded section of wall near the back, and a blanket covering an unknown object in the middle of the room.
The magic became stronger. Thunderlane tried to fight it, but Rarity’s magic was too powerful for his pegasus body. It gripped every inch of his skin, freezing his muscles and keeping him in check as she levitated him towards the black padded wall and extended his limbs like a snow angel. He flinched in terror as small metal hatches opened next to his hooves, and four metal restraints were unleashed. They immediately pinned his limbs in place, before tightening and pulling his hooves firmly against the padding. He was now helplessly immobile, unable to move any part of his body freely except his head.
“Rarity, what the f-fuck are you doing!?” He squawked, clearly anxious and beginning to hyperventilate slightly.
“I suggest you change your tone, mister. Because tonight, you are my test subject.”
Thunderlane snorted and looked at her with a mixture of anger and confusion.
“I can’t believe you brought me here to torture me...”
Rarity stopped smiling, and her demeanor suddenly changed. “What makes you think that? Thunderlane, I’m not that sadistic. In fact, I think you will find tonight to be quite pleasurable.”
Thunderlane seemed confused, taking note of her lighthearted tone.
“So what are going to do to me?”
“I’m happy you asked.”
Rarity whipped the cover off the unknown object in the center of the room, revealing some sort of strange machine. It was a large black cylinder with a hose sticking out the front, which was wrapped around and housed in a metal holster. Above the main unit sat a large, clear container made of plexiglass. Thunderlane estimated it could store several gallons in volume, at least. Next to the setup was an extra part, though he couldn’t tell what it was for yet.
“Let’s just say you’re going to be cumming tonight. Lots, and lots of cum. And it will happen whether you like it or not.”
“What is that?” He cringed, staring at the intimidating looking machine. Truthfully, he knew exactly what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Rarity giggled.
“Oh, come on, take a guess. Surely you know what this is.”
Thunderlane squeaked. “A m-milking machine?”
“Mmm hmmmm.” She nodded her head lightly. “And do you know what I am going to do with it?”
Thunderlane didn’t utter a word.
“Ahem. I asked you a question, deary.”
She wiggled the hose mockingly right in front of his muzzle, grinning lecherously. He answered reluctantly, not wanting to push her buttons.
“M-milk my cock until I c-cum...?”
“Righty-o, my dear!”
She picked up the extra part with her magic, and Thunderlane gasped in horror. He realized it was a giant, mechanical fleshlight attachment. Because apparently, a normal milking hose just didn’t cut it for her. She turned it sideways, and he saw a name emblazoned on the side in purple font.
Sparkle Industries
Thunderlane’s mouth hung open.
“Wait, Twilight Sparkle built this!?”
“Why yes, I asked her to assist in its design and assembly. I simply didn’t possess the knowledge to build this all by myself. She was skeptical due to its intended use, but for a generous payment she was happy to oblige. That mare will do anything for some book money.”
Rarity plugged the hose into the scary looking attachment. Thunderlane noticed that the middle segment was see-through... Not the most comforting sign, considering there’s where his dick was meant to go. It had rubber pads on the end, and a small emblem of Rarity’s cutie mark engraved near the mouth of the hose. A small LCD panel was affixed to the top. Overall, it amounted to a strangely high-tech and intricate piece of equipment for something designed to jack off stallions.
Rarity was now fiddling with a large dial on the back.
“Now, which setting would you prefer? Cock caresser, meat massager, sperm swallower, or cum chugger?”
Thunderlane blanched.
“Um...”
“Cum chugger it is, then!” She clicked the dial all the way to the right.
Dear Celestia, help me...
Her horn lit up bright blue as she magically flicked the power switch on the main machine unit. A loud, powerful hum filled the room as the vacuum motor whirred to life. Next, she flicked the power switch on the fleshlight attachment and it began pumping steadily, drawing power from what he assumed were integrated batteries. As much as Thunderlane didn’t want to admit it, he was curious how it would feel. But the uncomfortableness of the situation overrode his curiosity.
“This might be overwhelming at first, but I’m sure you’ll learn to love it, deary.”
With that, she guided the device forward until it made contact with his penis, and released it. The monstrosity grabbed a hold of his cock and sucked all the way down, slamming into his crotch with a stinging force as it began pumping. Thunderlane gasped as the sensation purged his senses of the world around him; the fiery pleasure in his hard dick became all he could feel. The suction was absurdly strong and the inside was heated, making the pleasure unbearable.
Rarity leaned her head against his leg, getting a close up view of the milker ravaging his dick. It made her legs quiver in arousal.
“Guahhh... Rarity...” He moaned.
“What’s the hang-up, deary? A little too close for you?” She nuzzled even closer, basking in the heat radiating from his upper legs.
Thunderlane felt his leg muscles tighten up as his orgasm neared dangerously close. The ravenous milker was bringing him to the edge incredibly fast. In an instant, his body flushed hotly and he jizzed, shooting ropes of thick creamy cum down the throat of the insatiable device. His tightly bound body had no wiggle room, which amplified the sensation. Rarity continued watching until he was done squirting.
Ding. There was a sound effect as an orgasm counter appeared on the small LCD panel. Thunderlane panted as the machine slowed down, switching to a vibrating idle mode with light suction to keep him mildly hard.
“Aww, spent already? But we weren’t done yet...”
Her horn lit up, and his balls and junk became swollen with aura as she magically rejuvenated him. The powerful aura embedded itself in the milking tube, ensuring he would stay perpetually aroused until it wore off. Thunderlane felt his dick return to a rock-hard state, his balls aching from the sudden growth. The machine sensed his erection and kicked back into high gear.
“Neat spell, huh? No more waiting for refractory periods. That should be enough for a few dozen more delicious ejaculations.”
Thunderlane was sweating now. The slick fleshlight pumped his shaft, coaxing him towards another orgasm. He couldn’t resist it, the thick fleshy interior gobbling up any ounce of pride he had and turning him into a shivering mess.
Rarity moved across the room to a cozy looking chair next to the motor unit, watching the machine suck another orgasm out of the nerve-wracked stallion. She levitated a cup over to the container which had just collected his second load of spooge. Pressing down on a small tap handle, she filled the cup with a few ounces of cum and took a hearty sip. It was thick and sour, with an overwhelming aftertaste. However, she took another sip, and quickly grew addicted to the raw, hormone saturated flavor.
Thunderlane couldn’t believe his eyes. Here he was, bound and being milked to death like a worthless cow and Rarity was drinking his cum like it was a smoothie. He had never felt so powerless in his life. His eyes started to water, chest heaving as he unleashed a third load into the suction hose to be whisked away. Ding. Three. Rarity was pleased with the successful operation, and continued to watch with interest.
For Thunderlane, the next fifteen minutes felt like an entire day. He had utterly given up any hope after his fifth orgasm. He simply closed his eyes, letting the machine do its work and chug down his jizz again and again. His urethra stung from the force and volume of the ejaculations, and he was starting to feel an overwhelming wave of exhaustion work its way to every inch of his body. His entire body stung and burned, the lack of any movement coupled with the forced orgasms starting to take its toll on his muscles and mind.
The orgasm count had reached several dozen, and nearly half a gallon of cum had been collected into the storage unit. Rarity had stopped drinking, as it became too much for one sitting and she preferred to save it. She loved the effects that the milking session had on Thunderlane. His eyes were glazed over, and the spark of life in his pupils had dissolved, leaving him with a lifeless, wide-eyed expression. Stray tears matted the fur of his cheeks and muzzle. Drool hung and dripped from the corner of his mouth, plopping onto the floor every so often. His neatly combed mane was fraying, leaving him disheveled. She watched as the machine continued pumping, drawing another load of cum out of his limp body. The machine had subdued the normally strong stallion into a tremoring cum cow.
“Uggggghhhh... P-please, make it stop...” He wheezed, with what little breath he could muster. Thunderlane felt incredibly lightheaded now. Most of the blood in his body was feeding his enormous, endless erection and he was on the verge of passing out.
Rarity listened to his plea, noticing his condition. Not wanting to physically harm the poor stallion, she determined it was time to stop. She turned off the vacuum pump first, then used her horn to shut off the fleshlight mechanism. Thunderlane breathed a guttural sigh of relief. All five metal latches retracted into the wall simultaneously.
THUMP.
Thunderlane fell forward limply on his belly to the floor, limbs still outstretched and cock dribbling ejaculate. The broken stallion panted deeply, barely able to move after the unforgiving session.
“Excellent work, Thunder. You have exceeded my expectations.”
“Auugghhh...” He moaned dizzily, drool still dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“You feeling okay? Was that too much?”
Thunderlane was exhausted to the core, unable to form a coherent sentence as he laid motionless, trying to recover.
Note to self: Reduce length of the milking sessions to ten minutes next time.
