A Complicated Relationship

Final mostly hung from her wrists, only the tips of her hooves being able to touch the floor. She tried her best to balance on them and put her weight on her legs instead of her arms, which were held up by chains attached to the ceiling. While the she could provide some relief to her arms, there was no relief for the ache in her pussy. As best as she could from her position, she rubbed her thighs together, which did nothing but graze against the cold metal covering her privates.

Starfruit had outfitted her mother with a steel chastity belt as punishment for poor performance. The belt clasped around the unicorn’s hips, a metal plate going down the middle, through her legs, and up the back connecting back to the waist. It covered her lower lips and dulled any touch. Some form of ratcheting mechanism in the back tightened the belt to her body and was secured with a small padlock, making it impossible for her to get anything past the plate. The belt had a padded interior to prevent chaffing, but that was it. The closest Final could get to any sort of stimulation was putting pressure on the outside of the plate to press it against her cunt. That only served to aggravate her lust rather than soothe it. The belt did come with attachments, primarily inserts for the vaginal and anal cavities. But Starfruit didn’t want any from of vaginal stimulation, so the pussy plug was left out and thus left Final with a frustrating emptiness. There was also no anal plug inserted, though that section of the belt was left open, ensuring Final’s only way of getting fucked with either through her mouth or through her ass.

She had only been wearing the chastity belt for a few days, which ordinarily wouldn’t be big deal. A couple of days without sex was hardly stressful to her. Or at least it would have been, if not for the constant pumping of an aphrodisiac fruit into her system driving her sex drive up the wall. While she participated in sex acts begrudgingly at the start, she found herself becoming more depraved each passing day. The need for release had long since overshadowed her shame. Starfruit and Ruby had been more than accommodating, but had backed off recently, both as a punishment and because Starfruit said it was better for “production.”

The breast pumps attached to her boobs were collecting the latest batch of milk from her. The daily, sometimes hourly, application of passion fruit had done its work. Her breasts had noticeably engorged in size over the past week and were now ready for harvesting. Final should have been disgusted by this treatment, but honestly the pumping was relieving to her. It reduced the swelling and there was something soothing about how the pumping machine massaged her sore breasts.

The milk went from the pumps on her breasts through the machine sitting on a table in front of her and into bottles that slowly filled. This was the second bottle she filled today. Starfruit had stuffed the first in a fridge somewhere in the corner of the dungeon. Apparently, the pegasus had a craving for breast milk, and added a mini-fridge to the dungeon specifically for this purpose. She was currently eyeing the bottle being filled up with her mother’s precious nectar like a filly with her birthday presents. The bottle stopped filling about three quarters of the way. The breast machine kept pumping, but nothing more came out. Starfruit sighed and turned off the machine. Like the previous day’s milking, there wasn’t much to get out of Final.

“Guess you’re still not all the way there yet,” Starfruit grumbled. “Might be another week or two before we get a good yield.”

Final huffed in frustration. She hoped this didn’t mean the accursed belt would stay on for that long. The pegasus capped the bottle and walked away, presumably to put it in the fridge. She returned carrying two more bottles, one in each hand. They looked chilled, so Final assumed they were the bottles from the previous two days of milking. She placed one bottle on the table and uncapped the one left in her hand.

“Let’s do a taste test.”

Starfruit took a swig from the bottle. Her eyes were closed, and she swirled the drink around in her mouth to get a good feel. Final was unamused by all of this. Saying nothing, she simply glared at her daughter in annoyance. Starfruit opened her eyes and caught Final’s glare. She smirked.

“Oh, I see. Pet wants a taste, too.”

Starfruit took the bottle up to Final’s frowning muzzle.

“Does Pet want to drink?”

Final knew she had no choice. Starfruit was playing her games again, and refusal would just result in the unicorn getting force-fed the milk while suffering another punishment.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The bottle tipped, and Final gulped down her own milk, swallowing quickly to get it over with. She winced as it hit her tongue. It was cold from the fridge and tasted sweet, but the sweetness didn’t matter. The thought of drinking her own milk disgusted her.

“So, on a scale of one to twenty, how would you rate yourself?”

Final figured this was another game, but wasn’t sure how to respond. It felt like a one to her, as this entire experience was unpleasant, but she decided to play it safe with a middle-of-the-road answer.

“Ten, Mistress.”

“Only ten?” Starfruit responded with faux surprise. She took a sip from the bottle. “Hm, maybe you’re right. It could use some improvement…”

CRACK! Starfruit’s whip struck Final’ left breast.

“Aaaahhh!” Final screamed at the unexpected lashing.

“That’s one. With the ten you gave, we’ll need nine more to make it to twenty.”

CRACK! This time, the whip struck the right breast.

“Two!”

Final screamed again. “Auugh! Please, Mistress!”

CRACK!

“What? I’m balancing things out.”

CRACK! Another scream.

“If you’re not producing twenty out of twenty milk, I need to provide some incentive.”

CRACK! Another scream.

“I’ve gotta whip those breasts into shape!” Starfruit laughed at her own pun.

CRACK!

“I think that’s five. Do you know if it’s five, Pet?”

CRACK!

“AAAHH! No, Mistress! It was six! The one you just did was seven, Mistress!”

CRACK!

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“No, Mistress! We’re at eight!”

CRACK!

“Hey, you think if we use this batch of breast milk for dairy, we could name it Literally Whipped Cream?” Starfruit chuckled.

Final would have groaned at the terrible puns if she wasn’t busy screaming in pain.

CRACK!

“And ten! There we go, the next batch should be twenty out of twenty next time, won’t it, Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress…” Final whimpered.

Starfruit smiled and kissed her cheek, then grabbed the second bottle off the table and uncapped it. She brought it to Final’s lips.

“Let’s see what you think about this batch. And no fibbing.”

As Final took the liquid in her mouth, Starfruit pressed a hand up to her neck.

“No swallowing until I say so, Pet,” she ordered. “I want you to take it all in.”

Final did as she was told and held the milk in her mouth. It was still cold, though the taste hit different this time. Maybe it was because she was more prepared for the taste having tried it before. Maybe the whipping flipped a switch in her brain to make her like it. For whatever reason, the sweetness was actually pleasant this time. The lusciousness of the beverage offset the pain in her breasts. It was comforting.

Starfruit must have noticed the difference in reaction. “There’s a good girl. You may swallow now.”

Final gulped the swig down and gave an alleviated sigh.

“So, how was it?” the pegasus asked in earnest.

Final paused. She was afraid of answering. Anything less than twenty would likely result in more whipping. Could she lie and say twenty, or would Mistr—Starfruit be able to tell? What would be the punishment then? Then again, was twenty really a lie? She had enjoyed this batch. Of all the drinks she had in her life, that simple swig of milk had been heavenly, if only for the relief it provided. Final decided that she couldn’t lie, she did enjoy it, but she also wouldn’t exaggerate.

“Eighteen, Mistress,” Final stated, her body bracing for more torture.

“Eighteen?” Starfruit replied, elated. “My, my, someone’s a charitable critic!”

Starfruit began to massage her mother’s aching breasts as she spoke. Final moaned in relief.

“Tell me, Pet, what did you like most about it?” the grinning pegasus asked.

“I…” Final gathered her thoughts. “It was sweet, Mistress. Comforting. It made me feel safe after… punishment.”

“You really enjoyed it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Starfruit brought her head up to Final’s right ear, still kneading her mother’s breasts. “It’s mine.”

Final’s eyes widened a bit.

“I take passion fruit too. Not as much as you, but still. I got a small production going myself. I thought it was only fair that we get to share each other’s essence. I’m glad you enjoy my taste.”

Final was too bewildered to respond. Learning she had just drank her own daughter’s milk was… arousing. She felt a wet trail slide down her leg. Her arousal was leaking from the chastity belt. Starfruit bent down slightly to put her face in her mother’s breasts. She dragged her tongue along the sides of each. Then, holding up the left breast underhanded, she traced the tip of her tongue around the nipple. She gave it a few lollipop-style licks before pressing her mouth against it and sucking. There wasn’t much milk left after the machine had done it’s job, but Starfruit’s eagerness managed to pull a few drops onto her tongue.

Removing her mouth, she said, “These feel like twenty out of twenty to me. Maybe it’s better when it’s from the tap.” The pegasus chuckled.

She switched to the right nipple, performing the same ritual. While all this was happening, Final was busy rubbing her thighs together, trying to quell her growing arousal. The tickle of Starfruit’s tongue on her breasts, the intimacy of her sucking, the taste of her daughter still on her lips, it was all driving her tense. There was a sudden sharp pain in her right breast. Starfruit had bitten down moderately hard on the nipple. Final’s pussy clenched.

“One.” Starfruit said.

Starfruit grabbed the other breast and bit down. Starfruit gave a small wince, but the pain was more bearable this time.

“Two,” Starfruit rubbed both nipples with her thumb, Final responding with a relaxed sigh. “Now we’re at twenty.”

Starfruit took notice of her mother’s arousal and bent down to her pussy, her fingers sliding across the slick metal surface of the belt. Looking down at her, Final saw the gleam of a key in the domme’s hand.

“Does Pet want to cum?” Final asked, grinning.

“Yes, Mistress,” Final moaned.

Starfruit’s hands reached around the back of the belt. Final felt the key being pushed into the padlock.

“Beg me for it, Pet,” Starfruit ordered.

“Please, Mistress! I want to cum!” Final yelled.

Click.

Final felt the belt loosen before being pulled off. The warm air of the dungeon felt comparatively cool against the hotness in her cunt, finally exposed after what had felt like months of neglect. The belt clanged onto the floor. Starfruit smiled before pressing her mouth up against her mother’s folds, stroking up and down with her tongue. Final’s cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the dungeon.