Eri hears the sound of knuckles cracking and a slight chuckle from nowhere and everywhere at once. She only has time to ask herself what the heck knuckles are before she feels a twinge of sensation centered on her small, unnoticeable pony teats. The sound of the keys rapidly clacking on a keyboard fills the air, as the sensation in her teats becomes warm and quickly intensifies. Eri swoons a little as her knees grow wobbly from the feeling as it causes her sex to drip with arousal. However her body’s fall is halted as the scenery around her melts away to reveal the inside of a barnyard stall, and a harness manifests around her torso, strapped tight against her. Cables form in mid air and clip onto various places on the harness, keeping the lust fogged pony suspended as gravity reasserts itself. Eri would probably be more concerned about the continuous clacking sounds and the very fabric of reality warping around her, but the warmth in her teats just went from “pussy dripping,” to “forget logic I fucking need to get off,” levels of arousal. She started to try and reach back and get some manual relief, but her hoof stopped short as it, and her other three were strapped to cables anchoring each hoof to one corner of the stall, her continued arousal makes pit patter sounds as it dripped onto the straw covered dirt floor. Eri moaned deeply as the sensation altered slightly, pressure surging in her teats, quickly filling them to their normal capacity. Still the pressure continued unrelentingly, forcing each teat to start expanding, adding weight beneath the bound mare. Two extra points, only inches further up her torso started to surge with pressure, before expanding off Eri’s body as well. The four teated mare’s moan came out as a strangled moo before a ring gag found it’s way inside her mouth, forcing it open, a strand of drool starting to slide down her muzzle. Eri’s eyes looked around frantically before her moos start back up as the pleasure overwhelms her temporary shock. Eri’s four teats continue to expand, jostling each other for room between the her hind legs, the pressure of each increasing as they all push against each other. Something seems to give way as the four teats seem to merge into one large cow udder. It hangs halfway down her legs, sloshing with milk, and still growing. Eri’s moos take on a pained sounding tone as the pressure becomes increasingly uncomfortable. It’s not until Eri’s massive udder is hanging as far down as her hooves, the long cow teats practically scraping against the straw that things change. Eri moos in surprise as she feels four cold somethings slip over her massive teats and a hum of machinery suddenly starts competing with the clacking noise in the barn. Each cup immediately starts sucking against Eri’s groaning udder, quickly drawing spurts of milk from Eri’s udder, starting to compete with the ever present pressure inside her. Eri’s mouth was suddenly filled as a tube clicked into place against the ring gag holding it open. Not long after a slow but continuous stream of feed began sliding directly into Eri’s udder dominated belly, replacing the nutrients being used to maintain the constant supply of milk the machine was pumping out of her.
The clacking sound slowly faded away, replaced by the sound of a resident ranch hand showing his boss the latest addition to the dairy portion of the farm’s revenue. The dairy business certainly did become so much more profitable ever since they figured out how to increase milk production in cows to be equal to the rate they could pump it out…
(Writer Note: Milking is one of my major fetishes! This is a good ask, I highly approve!
Also on a separate note. Does anyone want me to link a list of my kinks? Might be easier to motivate me to do your ask if it’s got kinks I like.)