Pink Milking Centre

I had built the Milking Center and established it, under the assumption that it is fun and exciting. I had been right, this far. From what I had gathered from Doctor Timeturner Whooves, who wasn’t saying too much; but both his expressions and what he had said told me that he had enjoyed it.

How could I market my business and the products I have, if I had not tried them out for myself? Even if I know I can only try out so much of what I had to offer. Or I would have to ask Twilight Sparkle to make me a Stallion overnight, just for the purpose of testing the process. maybe I should ask her if she could and would, just for the same of testing it; in which case I would have to make her follow me in, and try it for herself; erm, himself as well. As if I did not have to invite her to try the Mare side of this game anyway.

This may be a foolish and foalish attempt; but I wanted to have the full package, and I wanted to have it at once right now.

I knew the process, but I have not yet tested it for myself. Now is the time. They can spare me for an hour, or even a full day; unless it goes awry like the spell Twilight Sparkle had tried out, when her first attempt to become an Alicorn had failed and twisted our fates by swapping all our marks, leaving her alone to manage to correct her initial mistake. The entire village of Ponyville had gotten of kilter and every Pony was furious, by the time she had managed to get me back to whom and what I had been supposed to be.

Now I just need to be back, before I am sourly missed. If something does go awry, I hope Twilight Sparkle can fix it for me, before it is upsetting the village and the villagers.

I had left one key on the nightstand in my room, and given one to Twilight Sparkle; just in case worst comes to worst, you need one to be there for you if it did not work out as intended.

Once I had locked the gate and the outer door to the center; I trotted into the last room, where I expected to be left alone to enjoy the treat as it had been intended. I want to have a full hour to myself and undisturbed. I don’t know for how long it will last me, or how much I can enjoy it; yet I am bent on trying it out in order to learn all the fun I can have.

I open the door and step right in, approaching the table on which I am about to be milking myself.

Stepping up, onto the table is easy, from there I slip in the tube into my orchid, feeling the clear rubber cover the petals of my orchid exactly, just as intended. I feel the tube filling up the channel, just as it is covering the petals; which means that it is prepared to extract the juices, as I grow excited throughout the process.

Now I slip in the rear plug, feeling it slide in as if by its own volition. Once I had pressed it up at the end of the valley and feel it slide in I can’t stop it as it slips into place and make me contract around it.

At this point, I place the right and left cup over my right and left cherry respectively; feeling the suction build as the vacuum starts to build at the instant it made contact with my skin. A moment later, it is holding on firmly.

Once I had managed to attach the cups over my cherries and confirmed the grip, I pick up the face mask, press it over the muzzle and feel the gag slip into my mouth. As the first inch had entered, I can feel it slowly start to pull itself in all the way to its full length. I guess this could be scary if you have a change of heart and realize you can’t pull it right back out at the instant. Once the gag is all the way in, the mask is also covering my face and held in place by vacuum. The gag is filling up my mouth entirely, I can’t make a single little noise for the duration.

With everything in place, I feel secure in initiating the final step before I am starting. Placing my right and left, hind and fore legs into place in turn. I feel how the rubber is tightening around my hooves and slowly gaining a grip. As the grip is firm, the preparations had been completed.

Attempting to lift my hooves in turn, right and left, fore and hind; only to feel the tug of rubber holding my hooves firmly in place. I move up the test and try to pull my face back and open my mouth, but to no avail.

A minute after I had placed my hooves on their respective spot, I feel the initiation; as the cups on my cherries give me the initial tentative teasing vibration. There is a gurgling noise as the clear lube is pumped in and sucked out.

Just as the lube had covered my cherries, I feel my body reacting on the stimulation; the next moment I feel the milk slowly start to flow through the tube, first a squirt and then growing into a steady flow. There is a teasingly warm tingle over my cherries that slowly turn into a generally warm and pleasant sensation.

As much as a shock as the next sensation should have been if I had not known of it and expected what was to come, but it is still a surprise as I feel the flow of lube entering and then exiting my orchid and returning out of me through the tube.

What is the true shock is the lube flowing in through the muzzle gag and coating my face and inside my mouth, slowly increasing the elasticity and slipperiness of the skin it came into contact with.

If pleasant and fun is compared, the excitement is mainly induced via my cherries. Yet the main out-pour of excitement is hitting me as I came for the first time in the process. Coming once, coming twice and coming thrice. Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. Of course I am wet, and not just from the slippery lube coating the interior as well as the exterior of my orchid.

An image of Twilly came for my eyes, as if she had been standing right beside me; writing note on a pad and explaining the process to Spike as he would take additional notes along the way. I see her with growing excitement on her face as she is taking continuous notes and running an inner monologue on the side.

Within an otherwise empty room with no windows, my only references to the time and the world at large is my heart-rate, my breathing and now coming. Just that I do know full-well that my heart-rate is increasing and climbing towards the peak.

With closed eyes, I ignore the rest of the world and push out everything that is not contained within my very own skin.

I am panting hard and fast, my heart thumping like crazy. I have been coming for what may seem like forever, or it could have been mere minutes but that is irrelevant; I don’t care, there is no point to it. Time can come back to me later, as it pleases; or not.

Had I been screaming, before I had started to breathe too hard to have air to spare? I have no idea, and no care. I had experienced and explored, what I had set out to explore; and I had enjoyed it royally, now I am prepared to express the interest to my fellow Pony.

The cups on my cherries had apparently let go and had retracted. Then the tube in my orchid slipped out and retracted. From there I realize that the mask over my face is falling off of my face and back into its original place.

I rest for a moment, still panting as if I had been galloping all the way from Canterlot or the Crystal Empire at breakneck speed. A crazy idea, even for me; or so you would have told me, and I know you probably would have been right as well.

Moments passing by as I breath slower and more comfortable. I feel the rubber around my hooves letting go; releasing me to go where I please, when I please.

After several minutes, with my hooves free; I had stepped off of the table, breathing fairly slowly. Now I walk to the door and open it, closing it behind myself as I trotted out of the room.