The Milk Machine

by BlueFin

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Slice of Life, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Original Character
Length: 3273

Obsidian figures out a way to make his wife Pixel more comfortable during her breastmilk pumping sessions.

Being a mother was something Pixel Bit always wanted in her youth, and now that she is one, the joy that she feels is unlike any other. Unfortunately, breastfeeding and pumping milk are a couple of the things that she does not like to do. Luckily, her husband Obsidian comes up with an idea that'll make things a little bit easier. Contains: M/F, Use of Machinery, Lactation

Published 2018-10-06 01:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-06 01:30:01 UTC

Drip

In the early hours of the morning, a tiny cry echoed through the halls of an otherwise quiet home. Pixel groaned exhaustedly as the sound woke her, stirring from her peaceful slumber. Rolling over onto her side, she gently shook the larger form that was laying beside her. “Obsidian, honey. Nebula's crying again. Can you go see what's wrong please?”

The navy blue earth pony slowly opened his eyes, a tired sigh escaping him as he sat up in the bed, letting his back rest against the headboard as he rubbed them. His voice was low and raspy as he mumbled, “Again? That's the fourth time tonight. What time is it?”

The unicorn's gaze snapped to the clock that was hanging above their bedroom door. Its face read 3:30, far too early for either of them to be awake, especially on a work day. “Three thirty,” was her answer, sitting up as well.

Obsidian sighed again, shifting himself to let his hooves touch the cold hardwood. He wasn't one for slippers, but at this time he wished he had a pair. He could borrow Pixel's, but getting down on the ground and feeling around for them in the dark was too much of a hassle. Instead he fought the zips of pain that were traveling up his spine with every step, slowly starting to cross the five foot chasm that was the distance between the bed and the door. His ears swiveled to hear his partner scoff.

“You could have told me to open the door for you. Watching you shuffle around is quite a sight.”

“Oh, hush you. I'll be back in a sec.” His fingers felt out the air before finally landing on the door handle, turning it to pull the white slab of wood open, entering the dimly lit hallway. His baby’s cries were now louder, guiding him to the small room that she was in. Upon reaching her crib, the stallion peered down at her tear streaked face, gingerly lifting her up into his strong yet gentle arms. “Shh, shh. It's ok, princess. Daddy's here. What's got you so worked up, huh?” Feeling underneath her, he quickly confirmed that she didn't need a diaper change. When he lightly laid his hand onto her stomach, a loud growl rumbled against it. “Ah, there's the problem. Mama doesn't have the bottles filled up yet, Nebbie. Let's go say hi to her, ok?” The fussy tan coated earth pony foal quickly calmed down as her father gently nuzzled her fuzzy round cheeks while heading back down the hall, earning him a sloppy kiss on his muzzle, causing him to smile. “Love you too, sweetheart. Wish you didn't have to make us wake up so early though.” Nebula giggled, her tail wagging when she was handed over to her mother. The pastel blue unicorn cradled her in her arms.

“Hey there, gumdrop! Happy to see Mama, are you?” She glanced up to look at her husband. “She's calmed down a bit. What was wrong?”

“The gal’s hungry, is all. Wants her bottle before you start pumping.”

“Is that so? Guess I better get the princess what she requires.” Horn shimmering, she lifted the sheet that covered her frame, pulling her grey tank top up to release one of her milk laden breasts that rested heavily against her chest. The foal eagerly latched onto the perked nipple as soon as she was brought to it, sucking hard as if the nutrient filled liquid would dry up at any second. Pixel let out a strained sigh, closing her eyes. Being able to become a mother was something she had always wanted in her youth, and now that that dream had become a reality, she couldn’t be happier. There was one small set back to taking care of something that was half of herself and half of her partner, though: breastfeeding. Her nipples were pretty sensitive as is, so adding the fact of having the child pulling and clamping down on them to feed made things rather uncomfortable for her. Pumping milk was a more reasonable alternative, yet even that could be a struggle at times, as the suction cup to the pump would be squeezing too tight or miss the nipple entirely, forcing her to constantly adjust it. Obsidian's eyebrows dipped as he looked at his wife with concern, noticing her pained expression.

“You alright, Pixel? I can go make her a bottle of formula if you want to stop.”

“No, no. It's okay. She's... almost done.” When the foal slowed her pace, the unicorn gently pulled her off, moving the little one to her shoulder in order to burp her. A few light taps to her back did the trick, as the gas pockets were quietly released from her stomach. “Good girl,” her mother praised, waiting a few minutes before giving her back to the stallion. “Do you mind walking around with her a bit before you put her back in her crib? I don't want her to dirty herself.”

He nodded, pressing the child against his chest while slowly rocking her back and forth. Watching the mare settle back into bed, his mind raced as he tried to come up with ways to make sure that her relationship with her daughter stayed as strong as it was with him, including the feeding process. As he wandered up and down the hall to get his baby to fall asleep, his eyes flashed as something came to mind, a sly smile creeping onto his face. It was... different than the normal means, but it could work. He just needed a bit of help.

Ember groggily traversed down the stairs as the doorbell to his home rang every minute or so, wondering who would ever be so interested in saying hello at this particular hour of the morning. He slumped against the door frame while the door was weakly pulled open. His red eyes lit up in surprise upon seeing his son standing before him, quickly waving in greeting. “Well I’ll be. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you around here, Obsidian. But may I ask why now of all times did you decide to drop by?”

The younger stallion rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “I, uh...just wanted to ask you for a favor, that’s all.”

The red earth pony’s ears perked in interest. “I’m listening.”

“So, you know how your good at building things, right?”

Ember scoffed, rolling his eyes. “As far as I know, yes.”

“Yeah...do you think you could build something and get it into my workout room by...next week?”

The elder raised an eyebrow. “And this ‘something’ is?”

Obsidian gulped, avoiding his father’s curious gaze as his cheeks went warm. “Er...a machine of sorts...that…” he cleared his throat before continuing, “pumps milk during a certain...process that would occur.”

Ember tilted his head in confusion, then put the two together, flashing a wide smile. “Ah, I see what your getting at. This has to do with Pixel, doesn’t it?” Seeing his son slowly nod, he beamed a little brighter. “Figured. My boy’s being so considerate of his loved ones...your mother would be proud if she was awake.” Taking a moment to think on it, he gave the other a sly smirk. “Think you can get me some blueprints in by tomorrow? I’ll see what I can do.”

The youth’s eyes sparkled in excitement and his tail wagged before he regained his stiff composure and a short smile crossed his lips. “Thanks, Dad.”

The taller stallion ruffled his mane, patting his shoulder before sending him off. “Anytime, kiddo.”

The pastel blue coated unicorn was rather confused as she was slowly led to her husband’s workout room, eyes covered by his hand and wearing nothing but a fuzzy pink robe. The teasing and playful tone that lingered in his voice whenever she asked what was going on certainly didn’t help matters, bringing up more questions than answers. “Sid, c’mon babe. I have to get the bottles ready before Nebula wakes up from her nap,” she whined in slight annoyance.

Obsidian chuckled lowly, flicking on the light switch by the door as they entered the dark room. “And you will, don’t worry. I’ll make this as quick as I can.” He lifted his hand, and Pixel blinked to adjust to the sudden flood of light in her eyes. Her head tilted as she took in the new contraption that sat in front of her. At first glance, it looked like a normal piece of workout machinery, what with a blue padded cushion to lay on and numerous straps and tubes dangling on hooks beside it. However, on closer inspection she realized that some of the tubes connected to two small cups on one end and to a larger clear collection tank on the other. Her gaze shifted to the stallion now standing beside her as he cleared his throat, dramatically bowing towards her. “I am pleased to introduce you to...the Milk Machine 1000.”

The mare couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Pfft...did you pick that name out yourself?”

The stallion pouted, ears drooping and wagging tail slowing to a halt. “No...maybe…”

Pixel shook her head fondly, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “Alright, you’ve got me interested. What does it do?”

“I am glad you asked, dear spouse of mine!” He pulled the smaller cups off of their hooks, holding them in front of his chest. “These suction cups exhibit just the right amount of pressure to one’s breasts to allow for a more comfortable milk pumping experience.” Slinging them over his shoulder, he then pointed towards the tank. “And this tank can hold up to one gallon of milk, eliminating the need for having to fill bottles every few days.”

The unicorn raised an eyebrow, impressed to say the least. “Ok, Mr. Salesman. Tell me this, if you can. What’s in it for you? I doubt that you lugged this thing in here just for the sole purpose of making me comfortable, though I appreciate it.”

Obsidian smirked, reaching underneath the cushion to pull out yet another rubber like tube, this one connected to a black silicone sleeve, large enough to slide over a certain appendage. “Good question, love. I will be your personal machine operator. This sleeve controls the pressure put on the cups, which in turn controls the amount of milk being extracted.”

The female’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait…”

The stallion nodded once, closing his eyes matter of factly. “Yes, Pixel. We need to make love -or fuck, if you want to be more simplistic- in order for this to work. Of course, if you want to stick with things the old fashioned way....” He paused when he felt her hands rest on his chest, the soft robe gliding down her bare shoulders and pooling onto the wooden floor. She gave him a soft yet seductive smile when he looked at her, eyes aglow with anticipation.

“I never said that I wouldn’t try it out, and I am quite curious. I’d be pleased to be your test subject, Operator.”

The pair, both naked, were now positioned on top of the cushion; Pixel on her hands and knees while Obsidian hovered behind her, adjusting the tubing on his cock sleeve so any pressure applied to it would be sent directly to the mare’s suction cups, which snugly clung to her hanging breasts. She flicked her tail in mock annoyance as her eyes were covered yet again, this time by a blindfold. “Is this payback for last time? I said I was sorry.”

The stallion chuckled, shaking his head. “No, but I can make it that if you want to.”

The mental image of being spanked while being milked simlutaniously flashed in Pixel’s head, and she shivered, a few drops already dripping freely from her contained nipples. “I’ll pass today.”

“If you say so. Are you ready?”

She nodded once, parting her legs a bit wider to grant him better access. A sharp gasp left her as she felt him push all of himself into her at once, causing her back to arc and tail to shoot straight up. Her walls clenched around him tightly, in turn making the suction cups suddenly squeeze at her tits, forcing a small spurt of milk to fire into the tubes. Each throb and contraction made the pressure increase, and the cups pressed harder. The unicorn’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning loudly as her sense of touch went into overdrive, goosebumps spreading down her shoulders and her breath coming in quick puffs as she tried to get herself to relax and enjoy the experience.

It was when she was coming down from her high that she realized that her lover had already begun to move, his fingers digging into her hips as he continued thrusting in and out of the warm confines of her soft post pregnancy body in almost a primitive manner, leaning down to grip her ear in between his teeth, pulling it back roughly so their bodies were in closer contact with each other. Skin met with skin, the two locked against one another like a puzzle. Pixel whined as her legs trembled and threatened to give way, forcing her to have to reposition herself. “S-Sid...mmm...please slow down…,” she breathed desperately.

He let out a low grunt of his own as his movements slowed, shivering in bliss as she moved so that she was in a raised child’s pose position, going in even deeper as her rear pressed against his hips. “That better?” he questioned while he caught his breath.

“Y-yes, thank you.”

“Anything for you, love.” He started pushing forward once again, rigid cock twitching when he glanced up briefly to look at the tank. It was a quarter way full already, and still the warm milk was being pumped into it. Feeling that he was starting to get close, he decided to turn things up a notch, delving into a territory that he’d only been in a few times before. His chest dipped to rest onto her back, and he slowed himself down noticeably, causing Pixel to whimper. His breath tickled her ear as his lips brushed against it, murmuring softly, “You miss this, don’t you Pixel? You miss having your big boy’s hard cock buried so deep inside you?”

The mare stiffened at the last question, quickly realizing what was happening, face flushing red. In truth, though she tended to be the more dominant one of the pair, she craved for whenever her husband got bold enough to take the reins and give her the rough treatment that she desired, as was the case today. Her clit broke into a flurry of winks when she felt him stop, pushing herself back to possibly get him to continue. When nothing happened, her eyebrows furrowed when she came to the conclusion that he was doing this on purpose, the sneaky lil devil. Her ears slicked back to hear what else he had to say while he pressed light kisses down the side her neck.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Too horny to let your master stop for a second? Aren’t you a needy little girl.” He smirked while grabbing a fistful of her mane, roughly yanking it back so their faces were as level with each other as possible. “Well too bad, you’re going to have to wait.”

She whined lowly yet again, desperate to look at him though her eyes were still covered. Settling for the next best thing, she gently nuzzled his cheek, taking in the heavy yet warm feeling of the stallion’s weight on her, the quick drumming of his heart against her spine as blood coursed through his veins, the occasional throb or twitch of his stallionhood as it was lightly squeezed by her tight walls. She was his, and he was hers, no matter how hard they played. Her voice was soft as she whispered, “Please, Obsidian… I need you.”

The male was taken aback by the sincerity of her words, deeply touched by the fact that she was so willing to drop her usual resistant demeanor so he could take her completely. The rough and blunt character he was playing as was quickly dropped, dipping back into his regular mindset. There were times where he could be as gruff and careless as he wanted, but now… now he just wanted to make his beloved as content as he could. He rose back to his previous position, gently gliding his fingers over her cutie mark before lightly taking ahold of her hips, slowly working up to a steady pace. A smile upturned his lips when his ears picked the soft yet oh so alluring sound of her calling his name blissfully, voice laced with pleasure. His movements soon increased in speed, the unicorn letting out a rather undignified squeak as her legs clamped together, the pressure from the suction cups on her breasts plus the indescribable feeling from within her becoming too much, and her horn sparked as she finally came undone, riding out her orgasm with a tired yet pleased sigh, warmth flowing freely out of both ends.

Her head slumped against the cushion beneath her, relishing in its cool touch, as her body felt as if it were burning from within by the hottest of fires. Obsidian quickly followed suit, unable to hold himself up for long after he emptied his long awaited load into her, pulling back once the flow slowed to a trickle. His legs wobbled as he attempted to stand after a few minutes of catching his breath, carefully freeing himself of the sleeve and loosening the grips that the well used cups had on Pixel. The small amount of milk that remained within them sloshed out, spilling onto the floor, further emphasizing the impact that the previous actions had on the mare. He smiled fondly when he turned to look at her, finding that she was quite tuckered out, curled up on the cushion with no intent to move whatsoever. His fingers wove into her damp mane, affectionately rubbing at her scalp to get her to rise. “C’mon, sleepyhead. Our little one is going to be calling for you any minute now.” Right on cue, their ears perked up to hear the faintest of cries coming from above them.

Pixel groaned, yet she managed to roll over onto her back, reaching out to him so he could help her sit up. Her eyes drifted to the tank when she took off her blindfold, surprised to see that it was over halfway full, the white liquid calmly moving up and down in waves before becoming still. “Wow...I was really into it, huh?”

Obsidian chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her stand, picking up his shirt and her robe off of the floor, taking his time to clothe her with them, planting kisses on her face when he finished. After pulling his boxers and pants up his legs, he lightly placed a warm hand onto her lower back, guiding her out of the room at a leisurely pace. Looking back at the machine, a content grin lit up his features as thoughts of what other exciting experiences that could be had with it filled his mind. Knowing his wife, it wouldn’t be long before they would be in here again. It was just a matter of how soon.

Author's Note

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