Futa Rarity Milks Herself
By Game-BeatX14
It had been several days since the highly productive milking session with Thunderlane, and Rarity couldn’t take her mind off it. The poor stallion had been utterly exhausted, still a bit shaky even as he walked out the door to return home that night. She had begun to feel bad for the guy, putting him through that for her own selfish entertainment. So naturally, it came as a surprise to her when Thunderlane showed up to Carousel Boutique the next day with an embarrassed grin, offering her a nice sum of bits and requesting to be milked senseless again... Oh dear, the horny stallion had secretly been having the time of his life, even though he was reluctant to admit it.
And so it happened; one eager pegasus visiting Carousel Boutique late at night every Friday, allowing the mare to tie him down and suck him dry until he wished to stop. It gave them a chance to experiment with some new setups too, eventually leading to a lowered table that was more comfortable to lay back on, rather than being strapped to the vertical wall. Rarity promised to keep it a secret, and for a while the late night milking sessions became a regular occurrence for them.
However, after watching Thunderlane enjoy himself so much, curiosity was starting to get the better of her. Rarity was tired of missing out on the fun, and she thought about what it would feel like to be in Thunderlane’s place, restricted and forced to orgasm repeatedly into an emotionless machine. From an outside perspective, the process looked rather degrading, in fact downright humiliating. But the machine’s ability to induce constant pleasure in its lucky subject was undeniable.
She thought back to one night when she popped a question to Thunderlane, after a particularly intense bout of orgasms.
“Can you... describe it to me, a bit?”
Thunderlane agreed to reveal how it felt, in a very insightful amount of detail. The more he talked, the more Rarity yearned to experience it for herself. Words could only convey so much. The next night, Rarity made up her mind, staying up late and studying the finer points of male anatomy from a book she had borrowed from Twilight. It would be crucial to make sure the spell worked correctly.
“Time to gift myself with some stallion equipment...”
Rarity stood on her hind legs in her bathroom, looking over her body carefully. The room was silent, save for the low hum of the ceiling lights.
“Okay Rarity, you’ve got this...”
Her horn lit up as she gathered her magic together. It would take a decent amount of effort to form her new appendage, and if it wasn’t absolutely perfect the results could be excruciatingly painful, or just downright awkward and uncomfortable depending on the severity of the error. A book sat on the counter next to the mirror, open to a particular page.
Chapter 6: Stallion Anatomy
A comprehensive review of male reproductive organs
Rarity carefully looked over the full page diagram of a stallion’s penis and testicles for the tenth time, taking careful mental notes of the chemical composition. While Rarity was no amateur to magic, intimate organs were something she had never actually attempted to create before, mostly because she was too embarrassed to ask Twilight for advice the few times the idea had come to mind. She figured if Twilight could learn anything from a book, she could too.
Cautiously, Rarity lit up her horn and shot out a blue tendril of magic, directing it to swoop down and permeate into her lower regions.
“Eeeek!”
Rarity flinched as the intimate magic seeped into her body, adding a slew of new hormones and chemicals to her bloodstream as she felt something stirring deep within her. She watched with a nervous expression as her new thick, white phallus began to form and the testicles that would accompany it slowly expanded behind it. It felt incredibly weird and tingly, and she briefly contemplated halting the spell out of sheer discomfort.
However, she trudged along, keeping her focus and pouring more magic into her lower body until her slick gleaming penis reached its full intended size. Rarity gasped in exhaustion, the mental effort having taken its toll.
Her magic died down, and she was left with a perfect stallion’s appendage dangling between her legs. It was no meager one... Rarity had decided to go just a little larger than Thunderlane’s size. She could feel it, but without the proper stimulation yet it remained flaccid.
“Well, this is... interesting...”
Living in the town of Ponyville where everybody practically walked around naked, she was used to the sight of them. Heck, she had felt them rammed inside her during sex for Celestia’s sake! However, seeing it attached to her own body, just feeling it through her own nervous system was incredibly awkward. It was far from unpleasant, though not quite what she had expected. The six inch cock wasn’t distracting, it was just... there. The organ was wired into her body as much as her own marehood.
“Alright, time to make sure this baby works properly.”
Rarity reached a hoof down nervously and poked it a few times. It was quite sensitive, as to be expected. After a few more touches she advanced into more stimulating territory, placing both hooves against it and stroking back and forth.
“Ooohhh...”
She watched in the mirror as her cock started to rise up, lengthening during the process. After ten or fifteen seconds of jerking, her cock stood straight out a full eight inches, firm and full.
“Dear Celestia, this is what stallions feel when they’re erect?”
She found herself enjoying the sensation more than she anticipated. She could already tell that the milking machine was going to be quite a ride.
Rarity hobbled into her bedroom, stroking herself and moaning as she kept herself at full length. She looked up with an eager grin. The machine was mounted to the ceiling (part of her previous re-arrangement), and the long rubber hose dangled all the way to the padded restriction table, with the monstrous pumping mechanism already attached and lying flat on the surface. She eyed the device and table, her heart rate starting to rise. She cast a quick spell on the pump, recharging its magic storage which would serve to rejuvenate her hormone levels after every load.
Rarity knew this was probably not a very smart idea to do this by herself. What would happen if she somehow couldn’t shut the pump off? What if the hoof latches holding her to the table got jammed? Would she be stuck there until somepony else could free her? The scenario of being trapped and found by others in such a position wasn’t a very pleasant thought.
Then again, I am unicorn. Stopping it and releasing myself shouldn’t be a problem with my magic, she assured herself.
Rarity climbed onto the table eagerly, moving her limbs into the outlined positions. Her erection was growing out of sheer anticipation.
“Eehehehe! This is going to be the Best. Possible. Thing!”
Rarity ignited her horn, and thick metal latches popped up from the table, snatching her hooves down and locking her into place. She used her magic to turn on the vacuum motor, and the room was filled with the drone of high powered suction.
She quickly levitated the fleshlight device and turned on the pumping mechanism, switching it straight to “Cum Chugger” mode. Eagerly, she guided it over her erect shaft and held it inches from its target. She lowered it down until the sucking entrance touched her pre-cum coated tip.
SHLUCKORP.
“WaAOUHH!”
Rarity let out a yelp as the device sucked down on her thick cock and slammed into her body. The inner walls of the pump cylinder were steamy and moist, contracting and hugging her shaft tightly as it thumped up and down.
Phush-thwup Phush-thwup Phush-thwup.
“S-so th-this is what-t it feels like for s-st-stallions...”
The sensation was far more intense than she had prepared for; she spasmed each time it dragged up and down on her rock-hard erection. Rarity’s heart rate skyrocketed as she was drowned in a wave of dopamine. Her penis felt like it was on fire, the sensitive organ bombarding her with a storm of incredible new feelings. Within a minute, her muscles clenched as her body neared its release point. The pre-orgasm feeling was similar to what she experienced as a mare, sending a wave of pleasure through every facet of her body.
“Gah! *Huff* Eeeeeeppp!”
Rarity squealed as she experienced her first male orgasm, shooting out a thick stream of cum which was deftly sucked up and away by the machine. A tear rolled down her cheek, the pleasure was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
“Dear goddess, this is amazing!”
The machine kept its mechanical pace the entire length of her ejaculation, forcing every last drop out of her shaft and then some.
“That’s right, keep s-sucking!”
Ding.
The orgasm counter engaged, displaying the count on the small orange LCD panel. Suddenly, the magic imbued in the device rushed into her dick, making her stiff again as her balls magically refilled in seconds.
“Ack...”
It was stifling, having it happen so quickly after her first orgasm, but she quickly recovered. The concentrated pleasure returned to her penis, enrapturing her body once again. She stretched her head against the pillow, closing her eyes and surrendering herself to the powerful sucking, pumping and vibrating, letting the machine do its work. Every ejaculation felt better than the last; Rarity moaned and jizzed her heart out every time.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
After another three orgasms, Rarity was sweating profusely, drooling onto herself. A feeling of numbness clouded her mind, purging her brain of everything but the powerful milker gripping and pulling on her dick.
“J-just a f-few more!”
She blasted ounce after ounce of thick, creamy cum, her dick never losing its firmness or sensitivity.
“Eeaagahhh! *Huff* Eeennnggg!”
Eventually, the successive orgasms started to overwhelm her body. Every ejaculation carried with it a bit of her alertness, her senses. Her muscles started to ache from the restraints, and she panted. It still felt amazing, but it was simply too much to handle. A little moderation would be needed.
“Okay, I think that’s e-enough for n-now...”
She tried to ignite her magic to shut it off, but her aura fizzled and sparked erratically.
Fizzap.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Oh b-buck me...”
Rarity tried again, and was faced with the same results. Her numbed state of mind couldn’t sustain her magic! She tried a third time. Then a fourth. With every attempt, she grew more scared, worried that she had made a grave mistake doing this alone.
“C-come on, oh b-buck...” She squealed. “Dear C-celestiaaAA!-”
She cried as the machine sucked another orgasm out of her, slurping away several more ounces of her thick cum through the hose.
“NO! P-please stop!”
The mindless machine plowed ahead, feasting upon her creamy load.
Rarity took the downtime before her next orgasm to try and concentrate as much as she could. Even a single moment or two would be enough to turn it off. To her horror, even that was impossible with the current state of her body. She shifted her focus to the metal latches, but they required more magical strength to pry open than she was able to collect.
Fizzzp. Fizzep. Bfzzap.
Panic surged through her mind.
“Help! I can’t turn it off!” She screamed.
Phush-thwup Phush-thwup Phush-thwup.
“Somepony, please! Aghh-”
She bucked her hips involuntarily and her body tremored as the orgasm counter reach fourteen. The hormone recharging spell was designed to last for dozens of refractory cycles. Sweetie Belle was sleeping over at Applebloom’s. She was alone, immobile and powerless. The weight of her mistake bore down on her painfully.
“P-please, somepony h-help, I can’t-...” She started to heave and whimper, a few tears rolling down her eyes.
Phush-thwup Phush-thwup Phush-thwup.
“Aaghh...” She choked softly, slowly losing all hope of escape. The world started to spin around her, and she became increasingly lightheaded. There really was no way out of this.
Rarity begrudgingly accepted her fate and surrendered herself, going limp as she became nothing but a helpless body.
Tonight was going to be a long night.
Ding.
Rarity couldn’t remember how long it had been before she finally passed out. By the time she finally woke up and came to her senses, the hormone magic had been depleted and the battery of the pumping mechanism was dead. All that was left was the hiss of the vacuum tugging on her limp, sapped organ.
The pleasure was completely gone, and she was shrouded in a wave of weariness. But alas, she could finally concentrate enough to control her magic and shut off the vacuum, then release her hooves from the latches. She slipped her rod out of the moist cylinder, gasping in relief.
The orgasm counter had died along with the battery. At least she would be spared the humiliation of having to see how many times her unconscious body had been jacked off. Rarity climbed off the table and stumbled over to the mirror mounted above her desk, feeling ashamed of what she saw.
The mare in the mirror was a ruined shell of her normal self. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her purple mane was frazzled. The tufts of fuzz on her chest were wet with drool. Rarity wanted nothing more than to take a nice warm shower, and wash away the sticky film of sweat that matted her fur.
She took a deep breath, glancing at the small digital clock on the desk. She groaned tiredly. It had been roughly an hour since she passed out.
“I think that’s enough orgasms for tonight...”
