>Day Jchallo made me write in Equestria.
>"Just do it, man," JC said with his cool shades and wearing his black leather jacket and flipping a shiny half dollar in the air.
>You on the other hand, are sitting at your computer and just downright can't seem to brain.
"But JC, I can't brain."
>"Tsh, then write things that don't brain."
"..."
>Fuck it, you're doing it.
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>The warm sun coated your face, waking you slowly.
>It would’ve been relaxing if you didn’t have a pounding headache.
>Opening your eyes, you wince and stare directly at the sun by accident, then screw them shut
>Warm summer air fluttered around, but you don’t remember leaving a window open
>You hadn’t drank at all last night either. This headache made no damn sense
>Pushing through the pain, you open your eyes
>You ceiling doesn’t greet you. Neither does Fluttershy’s floral patterned one. That’s good
>You were lying face down a few feet off the ground, rope holding you securely but comfortably
>Your clothes were absent, as per usual, but thankfully the blood had gone to your head, sparing morning wood from the routine and making the inevitable rape more difficult
>You were hanging in a stall, and if you craned your neck you could just barely peak over the wall to see the rest of the barn
>It looked oddly familiar, and you were trying to place where you’d seen it when the barn door slid open
>You caught a glimpse of blue skies, fluffy white clouds, and what looked like a bunch of apple trees…
>Shit. The Apple Family Rapists
>Thankfully it was only Applejack who wanted the D, but the entire family decided to pitch in to help her whenever she got the craving
>You were usually able to defend your manhood from them long enough for her urges to pass, but this was the first time she had succeeded
>You begin to fidget with the ropes as the apple family rapist approaches the stall door
>It slides open, and Big Mac steps in quietly, a tool box on his back
>You admit, it’s odd that he’s here instead of AJ, but maybe he was just here to give you breakfast before the inevitable rape
>”Mornin’ Anon,” he says staring upwards, neutral as always.
“Uh…hi Big Mac. What…what’re you doin’ here?”
>He chuckles and moves to your side and begins to fiddle with the box
>”Ahm here for you Anon.”
>You swallow loudly
“I thought your sister was into this thing more than you.”
>He begins to pull out a series of hoses and begins to plug them into the wall behind you
>”Fraid’ not Anon.”
>You watch as he flick open a hidden panel and begins to fiddle with nobs and buttons, before moving back to you
>He strokes your side lightly and you cringe away as much as you can
“Uh, Big Mac, you should know that I’m not into stallions.”
>He laughs again, then reaches beneath you and begins to stroke your flaccid member hanging below you
>”Doesn’t much matter to me Anon. It ain’t the sex I’m after, it’s what comes after.”
>His ministrations had not gone unnoticed by your body, and your cock had slowly hardened under his ministrations
“I d-don’t understand…”
>He leaves your side and reaches into his box, before pulling out a metal tube and attaching it to the hose
>Flicking a switch on the wall, it begins to suck air loudly like a vacuum, and you begin to squirm more vigorously
“Big Mac, whatever you’re doing, I’d like to leave now!”
>Turning the device off, he gets beneath you and stares into your eyes
>”Don’t much care what a cow thinks. I’m just here to milk it.”
>He slips the tube over your little soldier, the velvety insides conforming to your dick perfectly
>You gasp at the feeling, and it rejuvenates your member to make it hard as diamond
>He goes back and flicks the switch on the panel, and your member put in a vacuum, the pumping massaging your cock
>You shuddered and clench your legs together.
>The machine pumped rhythmically, drawing every ounce of blood into his hungry cock.
>There are no words to describe this automated cock sock as it milks you for everything you have
>Everything Big Mac had said clicked into place in your mind, but was quickly shattered away by the sucking on your cock
>The machine was relentless and you were in ecstasy, and you could feel your orgasm plowing forward
>The milker didn’t stop, had no mercy, and as you pumped it full of cum, ears ringing, it pulled it through the hose
>You were a panting writhing mess, and the milker kept sucking even after you had finished
>Big Mac sat staring at you, unmoving, and you stutter out to him
“S-stop…the machine…please…”
>He grins and pecks you on the lips before closing the panel and walking to the door
>The suction hadn’t stopped, and your over sensitive member was being mercilessly sucked on for the last remainder of your orgasm
>”Sorry Anon, gotta get enough milk for breakfast.”
>He shuts the door and leaves you, tied up and sore
>The fun will never end or some shit
>Fuggit
>Uninspired end