Fuzzy. That was the perfect word to describe it. Twilight Sparkle felt fuzzy. In fact, everything was fuzzy. Her memory, her magic, and her senses. All of them felt suppressed, or, more accurately she was sure, chemically subdued. With a heavy head and a numbed tongue, the little purple unicorn tried to take in her surroundings.

The room was cold and metallic, sporting steel walls with segmented plates and bolts. Polished surfaces and shiny floors with the hints of alcohol in the air made her think of sterilization like in a hospital. Or a laboratory.

A laboratory. The thought was frightening and persistent, gnawing at the edges of her mind as she took in the room. Beakers and vials littered the tabletops, with spiraling tubes that reminded her of crazy straws. Numerous books stacked atop one after another after another, and long forgotten stools resting lazily underneath counters. And lastly, Twilight herself laying on her back on the cool, steel surface of a table. Like a specimen. She realized with a terrible shudder.

She already knew her arms were restrained before she tried to lift one of them; securely fastened to the side of the table with leather straps- just like her legs were. Something had been placed around her horn that felt smooth and warm, and without seeing it, she knew what that was too. An inhibitor to keep her from casting spells, which meant the concept of teleportation was out- let alone any other spells she could use to free herself.

With an annoyed sigh, she glanced around the room again, trying to keep calm, and figure out the most likely reason this was happening. Captured certainly. Changelings? Not likely. An interrogation of sorts? Maybe. Whoever had taken her certainly wanted her alive, which, for the moment, meant her continued safety. A ransom for the princess? Unlikely, but possible. But why here? Why a laboratory? Why would they-

Her thoughts melted away when the sound of something mechanical came whirling up from the floor. From the limited vision she had, looking down across the swell of her purple tummy, an object had risen up and came to a stop near her hind legs. From what Twilight could see it was pink with a smooth texture to it. An odd number of bumps and ridges coated it, but its exact size and shape eluded Twilight. Still, she didn't like it. She had a feeling it was going to hurt. Some sort of laser, perhaps? A surgical cutter designed to-

The object moved again, jutting forward with a hiss of pressurized steam and pressed flush against her crotch. Cold and slick with something wet, Twilight no longer had to try and guess the use of this device. Even if she couldn't see it clearly, she knew what it was.

"No! Nonononono wait! Listen! Whoever is in charge, You don't need to do thi-"

Her plea was cut short as the mechanical dildo thrust forward gently, spearing past the tender little purple folds of the girl's privates. It wasn't a particularly hard thrust, just enough to send the tip of the object into her, sliding past her defenses and forcing out a whimpered squeak from Twilight.

It was slow, but insistent, pressing into her vulva firmly and forcing its way into her tender tunnel. Twilight squirmed and bucked on the table as it intruded itself into her.

"GAH! Stop! STOP!! You don't need to do this! Please stop! I don't want this! Just tell me what you want?!" Twilight screamed, perking her ears for any sort of response. Clearly someone was controlling this. They had to be; why else would it have started only after she woke up? No reply came however, and the machine drove itself in again before it was comfortably snuggled into Twilight's sex. And then it pulled itself out, only to force its way right back in.

Twilight whimpered quietly, writhing in the leather straps as the machine ruthlessly dominated her body. It was slow and horrifically gentle as if the inanimate device knew just how to pleasure her, and push every one of her private buttons. She arched her hips helplessly, watching as the machine continued its mechanical rhythmic thrusting. It plunged in with a robotic whirl of activity, slowly driving into the depths of her pussy, before pulling back out just the same. The ridges and bumps along the rubbery surface didn't help matters in the slightest and each thrust managed to stimulate her in ways her own two hooves could have never achieved. She wiggled her bum, doing her best to try and dislodge the machine that so casually claimed her sex. She didn't want to admit to it, but if this kept up she was going to orgasm. She was going to have a very embarrassing climax from the perverted machine defiling her and the absolute worst part was she couldn't help herself. Oh, there were cold nights where Twilight imagined herself with a lover. Some warm, loving pony that caressed her in all the right ways and whispered she was beautiful. There were nights where Twilight needed her hooves and magic more than a book to read, but never was she desperate enough to accept any kind of pleasure from some strange mechanical device! And yet here she was; her body reacting to every wicked little thrust, like it needed to be filled far more than Twilight wanted to believe.

She tried to flex her hips and maybe slip into an angle that the machine's penetrations wouldn't be quite so sinfully fulfilling, but alas, there was no hope for Twilight. Every way she turned and twisted, the machine followed suit, continuing with that slow, methodical thrusting, working Twilight's tender little pussy into a point of her focus. She couldn't think of anything now, other than how good it felt and she hated it. She didn't want to get taken by a machine! She didn't want to find herself lost to lust by an unfeeling, ruthless, uncaring device! But regardless of how much she tried to resist, her body was giving into the thrusting demands.

It felt amazing. She had to admit that. Each gentle, teasing thrust into her glistening cunny drew out an embarrassed moan from the unicorn. It wasn't violent, or battering. Not brutal or fierce. Just a soft, slow thrust like she might feel from a lover taking their time to please her. More of her juices trickled down around the device and Twilight squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could. The machine continued, ignoring her writhing squirms and desperate gasps of pleasure. It didn't seem to care at all how close it was pushing Twilight to the brink of her climax, or how embarrassed the pony felt being handled in such a way by a machine. It was endless and tireless in its infinite stamina, thrusting slowly until somepony came by and turned it off. The thought rattled Twilight to her core. What if no one came by? What if she was stuck here for hours, or even days?! Forced to suffer the machine's terrible thrusting without end?! She shuddered helplessly.

A new sound emerged from underneath her, wrenching her away from her thoughts. the table shifting slightly as if reading her mind. Hidden, secretive thoughts she dared not admit to herself. Her legs were forcefully pulled apart, and the lower portion of the table fell away disappearing into the floor, leaving her rump hanging in the air, while her knees were slowly raised up to either side. More exposed, more vulnerable, more access. The little unicorn whimpered in embarrassment at being forcefully placed into a further compromising position, but the machine didn't notice, or simply didn't care. Instead it eagerly continued its invasive thrusting; only with an added gusto. As if someone had noticed the switch had been set to five, when it was supposed to be set to seven.

Twilight wriggled helplessly as the cold device made its slow, mind shattering thrusts. Pumping in and out, ridges and bumps helping to stimulate her further, and just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the device plunging in and out of her sex began to vibrate. Very gently, and very softly, but she could feel it. Every little tremble the hidden motor made forced a shudder through her body. It was almost as if the machine itself knew just how hard Twilight was trying to hold onto her dignity, and it tried just as hard to rob her from it.

It wasn't hurting her. No that wasn't the point and Twilight was well aware of this, even through the fog of hopeless arousal that engulfed her. The machine was designed to do this; designed with physical pleasure in mind at the base of its operation and now it was doing its job. It might have been easier if it were a pony, she decided. Some desperate drunk who cornered her in a bar or something and forced himself onto her. She could fight back, if that were the case. Put a face to the situation to direct her anger towards. But here? Now? The way the machine lovingly thrust into her, again and again and again, taking its sweet time? There was no one she could blame but herself for loving it as much as she did. It was so gentle, and responsive, and satisfying, it's all she might have ever wanted as far as a lover was concerned. Filling her depths and pushing her buttons, it was as if the machine was reading her psyche profile while it whirled away. Caressing her inner walls with its delicate, perfect strokes, while at the same time, rotating and vibrating.

Her orgasm came in slow, starting with just a tingle in her tummy and radiating outward. She didn't even realize it at first; the overwhelming pleasure of the machines rhythmic stroking overshadowing her senses, but as it grew stronger and stronger still, Twilight started to squeal. She'd never been so wonderfully and fulfillingly fucked the way this machine took her. Still, she felt remarkably disturbed by the tubes leading away from the device. She could see bursts of fluid (Her private unicorn juices, she realized) traveling along the clear tubing and into the floor. That's what it had been doing. It had been trying to arouse her, taking her as slow and sensually as possible, building up towards a climax, all so she would yield a 'plentiful bounty.' She was being drained, milked lewdly for her fluids. The machine was good at it too. Even now, it continued to whirl away and tease, stroking in and out, vibrating, coaxing her orgasm to continue as long as possible. Her hips buckled, and she thrust her pelvis as hard as she could into the careless dildo. She couldn't help herself any longer, and the bursts of pleasure the machine was giving her was satisfying in a way she hadn't experienced in quite some time.

Slowly, the machine came to a grinding halt, the thrusting stopped and the light pink dildo like object disappeared into the floor, swallowed up by steel plating. This left Twilight alone and panting, tired from the climax she'd had and still slightly dizzy from the effects of whatever it was in her system that put her here in the first place. Still, tired as she was, the hissing sound of steam filling the room caused Twilight to panic. Her ears perked, and her nose flared at the odd smell.

"No! Hey?! SOMEPONY?! HELLO!?" She called out and like before, there was no answer, and soon Twilight was out before she knew it.

Author's Note

Written at 12:45 am. I don't know why, but I've read lots and lots of stories about the mane 6 getting milked, but they're always futa stories. Of course Lady Rarity sees nothing wrong with Futa, but you know, why not 'milk a mare' instead of following the crowd?

Well...here we go, then.