Building a barn is hard work, but if you raise it the Apple way it is a breeze, and plenty of fun. I guess I do owe them a tanks and a year’s worth of gratitude here.

I ended up making a few small adjustments to the original plans. The easiest way is to build two outhouses, on the right and left of the building respectively. These are where the mares and stallions are to try out; in order to see how they are fairing, and if they truly are enjoying it the way I had intended for them.

In the mares’ wing, I had installed a regular milking machine, just modified for the Equine size and numbers. I only have two, where the Cows like Moo-Ella has six; no point in keeping these extras hanging around. Besides, mine are not quite the size of her large teats in any event.

There is a different problem for the stallions’ wing, but they had to have theirs adjusted even further, not just do to having just the one, but it is also larger than the original. I managed to order the extra and highly adjusted items in from a delivery in Manehattan. In the big city, they are more accustomed, not to ask the customer unwarranted questions that merely leads to them losing the order in the first place.

Up front, I have placed the lobby, through which all the regular customers are passing. The receptionist will instruct them where they are to go and pass out a few other items on their way.

Lubricants, gels, pills and several other items will also be available in their respective booth, with plugs in their individual size, for the personal hygiene and comfort.

Each booth has room for the one customer, Mare or Stallion respectively. The Stallions to on the bottom floor, while the Mares are on the second floor. All supplies are stored above the second floor for easy access, by the workers who are intended to aid the customers.

In the back, there are two doors, marked as off limits to all the customers. The door to the right is to the workers’ area in the basement. This is where the workers have their meals, hang out and relax on their breaks.

There is a second door to the left, this is where only Pinkie Pie is permitted to go; here it leads to, no Pony knows but Pinkie Pie; but it sure isn’t to the back of this building. There are no Ponies on the other side, at least none you recognize as a Pony, even if you may recognize them all the same.

How convenient? Just as the final installments and adjustments had been completed, I could see Dr. Whooves coming by. If he was merely curious, or of he had intended to ask me something; yet I chose to invite him in and sample the newly founded establishment.

“Hiya, my good Doctor!” I exclaimed; as I saw the brown stallion with a darker mane and tail, coming towards me.

“Hiya, Pinkie. You always are up and about, on the next exciting and fun exploit!” he greeted me in return.

“Yeah, I have to. I can’t leave them high and dry, feeling down and all blue; now could I?” I responded.

“No, of course you couldn’t. From recent experience, I have seen where that could end up!” he responded; shuddering seriously, on the mere thought of the event, not too far back in time.

“I can see how you caught on, the point I was making. With that said, how about you try out the latest in Pink entertainment; it is said to be fun and enjoyable!” I incited eagerly, with a big grin floating out over my face.

“Oh, okay; I guess I could see how it works and make up my mind, after you have explained it?” he inquired.

“That’s the spirit, my dear Doctor!” I exclaimed, as I lead him into the Stallions’ wing.

“There is a silhouette of a Stallion on the door!” he observed, on his way in.

“To the point, and easy to recognize. Isn’t it?” I responded with a grin.

“That it is, I must concede. So this is where I, as a Stallion try out; what it is like?” he responded.

“Just step right up on the table and slide into place. Then you can attach this and you should be on your way. Don’t worry, it is fully automated; there is even an easy to reach auto shut-down and quick release, just in case!” I explained.

“This sounds almost too simple, but that last detail make it sound much more enjoyable and secure. If I don’t need to worry about getting out of it!” he prompted.

“Then I guess I should leave you to the fun, so you can enjoy it fully in the privacy of your very own corner?” I suggested.

“Since you have explained all I need to know, I guess that would be the prudent thing to do; this is a bit intimate to share with you at this point!” he responded.

“Have fun, and please let me know how it was?” I prompted, as I left him to enjoy his private Stallion time alone; there is after all no other Stallions around, with him being the first to try it out for me.

He stepped up on the table; feeling expectant and excited, with a slight twinge of worry and unease, as he is the first to try it out and is less than certain as to how it will feel and how it will work.

Hoof by hoof, he took his place and rests his belly on the top of the table; finding it soft, yet supportive enough to be comfortable on him.

Just as he had gotten into place, he feels his hooves held in place and a tube pressed up on the rim of his sheath and vacuum applied. As she permits himself to slip into the tube, he feels an initial tightness before it is adjusted to his size.

Once he had managed to fill it up, he feels the stimulation slowly tease him into excitement. The slippery rubber tube is just right and holds him firmly in place. Good thing his hooves are secured, or he could have injured himself by slipping out of line in the excitement that is sure to come.

Moment by moment, the intensity is slowly mounting; until it peaks and he could hold it no longer. The squirt shoots forth, collected in the tight, smooth rubber and channeled off to be collected for examination, analysis and stored for later use.

While his hooves are still held firmly in place as he regain himself, the tube is slipping off of him. Only once he is calm and collected, does the table release him and he steps down.

The tube, the hose and the table will all be cleaned up; before they can be used by the next Stallion in line.

Timeturner is looking around for a moment, composing himself. Once he is feeling certain and secure; he trots towards the exit, where I am waiting to hear of his exploits and how it came out.

“How did it go, how did it go?” I exclaimed, as I saw his face; once he was clear of the building.

“That is no Mare, but it certainly managed to do what you promised me; I can tell you!” he responded, now flushing slightly.

“Sorry, I couldn’t have a full Mare as part of the game. Neither living in the flesh, or a replica; still wouldn’t be the same or the point, it would merely serve as a distraction and take away from the fun!” I pointed out.

“That sounds about right. As fun as it is, it still leaves you hungry!” he expressed.

“In that case, could I offer a muffin, tea and a moment with me?” I inquired eagerly.

“A muffin and a cup of tea would be great, and your company is as good as any; I accept!” he responded.

“Right this way, and I’ll make you company by a table for two!” I suggested.

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV