*BAM!* Went a nearby bolt of lightening, nearly striking the little Charmander around his tiny cave, a downpour soon starting outside. He thought he'd be ok inside his home, as he normally was, though this time, through years of ware and tear from storms like this on the strong yet weakening rocks, leaking began. He let out a little squeak as he felt some of the water touch his body, so cold to the touch for him that it seemed to sink deep into the skin and go right to his bones, though luckily, he did have a large leaf stored in the back of his den for a possible problem like this, mainly used when he'd have to grab something quickly in a regular rain, but it had yet to be used in something like this. He knew he'd have to get out as the drips turned into streams, and with a determined snort, he dashed to grab it and bolted out, holding the leaf over his head and his tail in his mouth. Luckily for him, unlike most Charmanders, his tail flame was only warm to the touch, not something to harm. 

After what seemed like hours of running through the small forest he lived in, seeming to dodge lightening strikes and muddy puddles, he eventually made his way out and continued on another few minutes in a mad dash with that protective leaf over his head, before heading to cover in an old but very sturdy barn. The poor thing was soaked, even though he had that leaf to keep the majority off his body, which now shivered and trembled from nearly freezing. With the ability to rest though, he'd be just fine, and he knew it as he turned his attention to the barn, his eyes never having witnessed one before. Everything from the hay stacks to the beams interested him as he ran a paw over each thing, touching and even tasting them, most of which he found tasted....bad at best. 

One thing really caught his eye though, and he couldn't help but go to it, a fairly old yet very well kept milking machine sat in a corner of the barn, still plugged into an outlet.  That chubby paw ran over it, feeling the ice cold steel and poking his tiny digits into the suction cups, curious on what they were, what would happen... and what they felt like. Walking over to the motor and touching it just like he did with the milker, he accidentally pushed a green "on" button, making the gas powered device chug loudly to life, vibrating before his eyes as he let out a gasp in surprise. He could smell the fumes from it, getting a very deep, uneasy feeling of letting out any fire at all near this thing, though it wasn't intended so long as it didn't try to bite his face off. 

He could hear a soft hissing from the milker this time, and of course, he just had to check it out. Gently, timidly, he put another digit inside the suction cup, and squeaked as it sucked on him, the fire type jumping back to get away, though it was latched on good and tight as he watched in shock at the sight. After a few good tugs, he managed to get it off, and as it fell to the ground, he noticed his rod was out of its sheath, apparently the idea of suction stimulated him enough to arouse. Once again, he picked up the suction cup, cocking his head curiously as he pondered what to do with it, but now this time he was going to try another part of his body, a more meaty, throbbing part.

His paw slowly brought it over to his rod, holding the slightly weighty metal piece as he thought to himself silently, thick tail wagging back and forth, wondering if he was really doing this, if it was safe... but before he knew it, the machine suctioned onto his cock with a loud *FWOOMP*, making him stiffen up as his mouth opened in shock and bliss. *Click.... click... click, click, click, click...* went the suction cup as the walls inside pulsed, milking his cock up and down while continuing a gentle, yet strong enough to stay on paws free, feeling familiar yet totally new to him. He never felt anything like this before, he thought his paw with spit was more than enough for him to engage in extreme pleasure, but this was on a whole new level. His legs and chubby body shook as he tried to stay still, his cock throbbing hard inside the cup as it got the best attention so far, and the sounds, though cold and forign, sent a rush unlike any other through his body as well. 

Overall, it was far too much for him to handle, and with a loud squeak, he came, with no more than 3 minutes worth of pleasure. Spurt after spurt, twitch after twitch his cock spat out thick, chunky globs of cum, which got sucked right down the thick, black hose that shook around from the suction and tugging it gave. The little Charmander nearly fainted from the overwhelming pleasure that took him over, feeling every chunk sucked right out before it even fully left his cock hole, and after a minute long orgasm, he blasted the floor with two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, watching it waft as his afterglow  gently hugged him, the machine still sucking away without a single bit of slowdown, his cum now stored in the steel container for whoever came by to see it. With a small groan, when pleasure began to turn into discomfort, he went over to fiddle with the motor, his paw lightly poking the machine until it found the red "off" switch, and with a sigh of relief, he took the teat cup off and let it fall on the floor.

Something else caught his eye though this time after he looked around the barn again, a large golden bull ring hanging on a hook near the barn doors. He had to see what this was about, and after smacking the wall a few times, which made it shake, it fell to the floor, the Charmander now examining it curiously as he did with the machine, admiring the weight. It nearly weighed 2 pounds, and luckily for him, it had a clamp to it, which he found after tugging and pulling it around, thicking it housed something inside for him due to the weight. It would take moment though before he'd get the idea to put it inside his nostrils, nearly half the day actually, and it was all due to curiosity... followed by a light yelp of pain as it clipped through the skin of his nose, and hang there through both nostrils, protruding them lightly as he admired the sensation once the pain had finally gone. He was quite the satisfied fire type, and very greatful for that horrible storm, which he decided to sleep through inside that cozy barn, next to his new friend, the milking machine.