>"C'mon, Anon, just a little more."
>The orange earth pony looks at you with a frown.
>"I know you're tired, but we've barely got half a bucket here, and we need to stock up for the reunion."
>Her rough forehooves continue the same up-and-down motion they've been following since the mare set the bucket under your crotch this morning.
>Hours ago.
>You think.
>It's difficult to tell how much time passes during your "milkings", as she calls them.
>As you consider this, the rhythmic motion of her hooves along your shaft finally stirs your flaccid member to life.
>You groan through your bit as you feel the familiar ache of your dick hardening once again.
>The bit seemed pretty superfluous, you thought.
>Ostensibly, it was there to prevent chatter from "the livestock".
>As if you'd be able to form coherent sentences after hours of this.
>You suspected she just liked seeing it on you.
>"Oh, don't be such a baby, Anon," the workhorse whinnies.
>"You've gone longer than this plenty of times."
>As the pressure continues to build, and the ache becomes more painful, she begins to speed up her strokes, and starts squeezing tighter on her down-stroke.
>"There we go, boy, just this last bit. That's it."
>You grunt into the bit and pull at the restraints on your legs.
>Your cock shudders in her hooves as it spurts out one, two, three weak ropes of cum.
>The mare sighs.
>"Oh well, that's even less than I was hoping for, but it'll do for today."
>She removes her hooves from your once-again soft penis and steps around near your face.
>She undoes the bit with her teeth, removing the setup from your face, and places it in the tack box outside your stall.
>You'd say something about how horrible she is, but right now you're a little busy catching your breath and reeling from your numerous orgasms.
>She walks back over to you, and leans down to the bucket centered beneath your crotch, filled about halfway with your semen.
>As she's leaned down, you feel her tongue wipe up a bead of cum left on the end of your dick, eliciting a short gasp.
>She picks up the bucket with her mouth by its handle, and begins to carry it towards the door.
>Before she leaves, she sets down the bucket, walks outside the barn, and comes back a moment later dragging your meal for the day.
>A basket of apples.
>"Your taste's getting better, Anon, but this's gonna be for the reunion, so we need to make it even better. Increasing the amount of fruit in your diet should help with that."
"Bu-"
>In the weak voice you can muster, you begin to point out that your diet is already almost entirely fruit, but the glare she gives as soon as you open your mouth shuts you up.
>She returns to smiling.
>"And I know you did the best you could today, but we're still behind on how much of your "milk" we're gonna need to be ready in time, so I'm gonna come in early tomorrow to try to make up the difference."
>"See you soon."