Pink Milking Centre

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Doctor Whooves, Main 6, Cheese Sandwich, Comedy, Trenderhoof, Equestria Girls, Sex, Fetish, Science Fiction, Random, Pinkie Pie
Length: 2914

Milking is fun and productive, or it is in Pinkie Pie’s eyes. She needs every Pony to have fun and being productive, which leads her to the natural conclusion, all needs to have the chance of enjoying the latest trend.

If milking is fun, it is not just reserved to the fortunate few; not if Pinkie Pie has a word in it. The milking is far too much fun and enjoyable for her to leave it open for debate.

Of course, milking isn’t mere fun, or mare fun. It is just as much in the productive joy as in the ecstatic fun of it, and now it will be open to all.

With a small farm on the outskirts of town, and a few contraptions of hers set up; what could possibly go wrong, or be any better than this?

Published 2016-01-09 20:50:10 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-31 09:37:54 UTC

Setting up Shop is an Episode of Prologue: 1

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

An Episode, and a Once over: 2

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.