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The day is finally at an end, I am tired. Maybe I should have been expecting it, but I have also been enjoying the day and myself. These girls are my sisters now. Apparently, we are named after the gems with the colour of our eyes.
I manage to bounce up the stairs towards our rooms, despite shaky legs. Should I have complained? Why?
“I think you need a little treat, Sapphire!” Amethyst suggests, leading me towards the empty room at the end of the hall.
There is a mattress on the floor, but otherwise the room is desolate. Oh, I forgot to mention the pink rubber sheet on the mattress. It did not seem to be of consequence; but I may be proven wrong, so I make sure to add it here.
“First off; you need to relax, so I will give you a treat!” Amethyst points out.
“You will need to lie on your belly, for this to work!” Ruby points out.
I notice Ruby standing on the right side of the door, while Emerald is standing on the left side of the now closed door.
I slowly walk up and climb down onto the mattress. It is much more soft and comfortable than I could have been expecting. Maybe it is my upbringing, I have to fault for this? Either way, I soon lie down on my belly with my arms by my sides, just as I had been told.
“Exactly what is a giraffe good at, I do not know!” I ponder.
“She does have horns, but what are they good at?” I continue.
While I see nothing of what is going on behind my back right now, I still hear what happens; the top is slipping down, before she is teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers. Clear gel coating the tips of her fingers; she is permitting the top slide back into place as she is lifting her hands up and caressing the tips of her horns with the lubricating gel.
My back is mostly bare, exposed to what she has in mind for me; while I am left to wonder, exactly what the plans for me would be. The waiting only lasts so long, before she is presenting her intent. Of course, my sister had known this all along; since they had already seen her in action.
I feel her hands depressing the mattress, as she is leaning down over me; before the tips of her horns make contact with the skin on the small of my back. The cool, wet touch, causing a chock, just as the jolt is transferred. She is caressing my back, in the way none other ever could. Maybe an earth-pony could devise a means to imitate it?
She is making small, diminutive circles up and down my entire back. Initially following the length of my back, from the base of my skull, all the way down to my tail. She is feeling the core of my cramping, knotted muscles and pulling the knots right out. I feel each muscle slacken and relax, as she is working her way up and down my back.
After a few minutes, she continues to take my shoulders, right and left; forcing me to relax and relinquish control completely.
I feel the tips of her horns sliding down my right arm, pushing forth, ever forwards over the entire arm and over my hand. As she finished with my right arm, she starts anew at the base of my left shoulder and is repeating the process.
Once she had finished my left hand, I feel my skirt being pulled up along my thighs. She continues her work down my leg; from the top of my thigh and down, over the knee and all the way down to the cervine hoof.
Starting anew, from the top of my left thigh; moving down as she had worked my right leg.
At this point, I find myself utterly and completely relaxed. I do not want to even try to move a single muscle. Why? This new-found relaxation feels far too good to chance breaking the spell under which I had found myself.
The depressions in the mattress on which I am lying, slowly retract as Amethyst is raising to her hooves. Now Ruby and Sappire are approaching from the right and left, respectively. I feel my gloves being pulled off of my arms, other than that nothing is actually happening.
Once my gloves had been puled clean off of my hands; they promptly turn me over to lie on my back. I find this surprisingly comfortable. Maybe, due to the work Amethyst just performed upon me and my entire body. I do neither dare nor care to bother consider or ponder at this moment.
The girls are sliding my arms apart, before pushing the palms of my hands down onto the floor under the mattress. I feel a strange sensation, as the effects of the new suction-cups are taking effect; as I find my hands firmly stuck on the floor under me.
Had I tried, my hands would not come off of the floor. Right now, I am too relaxed to attempt to make the effort; which may be for the better, considering what that would make to me. They need no rope or fixture to hold me in place.
Amethyst steps forth, once more; while Ruby and Emerald steps back, into the background. She is pushing down the tip of her top and caresses the tips of her nipples. Now I can see it clearly. The tips of her fingers glistering, from the clear gel she had produced.
She is licking her lips as she is bending forwards. She is reaching for me, my nipples. I feel her pushing the tip of my top down and caresses my entire ad now larger nipples, as she is coating my nipples with the gel.
Ruby is standing back, but I see the red orb on the tip of her horn growing and intensifying. The light then flows down the entire length of her horn and she is reaching out for me. The light is caressing my nipples for a good long minute.
A pair of cups fly through the air under the power of Ruby’s magic. I feel the cups land squarely on my nipples and slip all the way down. The cups are connected to clear rubber tubes leading to the milking-machine I had not previously seen.
There is a whirring noise coming from the engine of the milking-machine. The whirring from the device is increasing, as the vacuum is created and suction is inciting lactation. I feel small jolts of electric stimulation, all over my nipples; teasing and pleasing, as it is slowly initiating the process of the desired lactation to start and continue.
I had been expecting a white liquid, to flow through the tube; chocked into silence by the semi-clear, light blue liquid flowing in its place. Blue is after all the colour of a Sapphire and intense heat.
There are no bubbles in the liquid, produced by forcing me to lactate. Yet, I can clearly see the liquid flow down the entire length of the tube; all the way down to the tank, where it is slowly pooling. Inch by inch, the blue liquid is gathered up; as the tank is filling up.
The whirring noise soon turns into a pleasant humming, as I lie on my back, perfectly relaxed and comfortable in my position. Why do I have to move? They are not urging me to do anything, right now. Am I given this perfect moment of bliss, an instant of beauty?
Time continues to pass and the tank is filing up as I watch. I am not staring at the machine, but each time I look, the tank is visibly more full than it had been before.
Feeling the electro-stimulation, while the suction is guiding the milk from my nipples and all the way to the tank on the other side of the tube. I feel it, enjoy it; and it is there, simply.
“What did Ruby do to my nipples and breast?” I ponder; permitting the thought run its course, then evaporate as it is reaching the end of the logical conclusion. I see the effect, but know nothing of what it did actually do.
“Is the effect permanent, or will that end up as an optical illusion by tomorrow?” I ponder.
My breasts continues to produce the milk, they are not going to run dry; for as long as I am stimulated, to continue to lactate. Why is it a problem? I do enjoy the sensations induced by the process. I am not being harmed, and it certainly does not hurt. Why should this hurt, again?
Since it is late, I am starting to feel tired and sleepy. Lactating and the pleasure that comes with it keeps me alert, for a while. I close my eyes. I still do keep up my lactation, of course.
Somewhere along the lines, I fall asleep and the lactation is discontinued. The cups are removed from my nipples and I am relieved. It is no duty or burden, but at some point it just had to stop.
“Am I by any means drained, or is the magic inducing the substance from somewhere else?” I would consider, but too tired and sleepy to draw conclusions now.
Since I had fallen asleep and do no longer lactate; the reason to hold me down is evaporated. Amethyst is licking the highly sensitive touch-pads, one at the time; from the thumb of my right finger and continues all the way to my pinkie finger, before she continues with my left hand. Somehow, my hands had been released from the floor; before Amethyst is lapping at the suction cup of my right and left hand in turn.
Now Ruby is lifting up my gloves and is putting them on me, once more. I am fully dressed as me, and I am back to myself. She carries me into my room and places me on my bed. The quilt had been folded to the side.
While I am lying on my bed, resting on my back; Ruby pulls my stockings off of me. My legs are revealed and bare; I am exposed, but not quite myself. Why did she do this? Did she really have to put me through, what I am about to experience next?
Ruby and Amethyst walk out of the room and Ruby closes the door behind herself. Emerald is left alone with my sleeping body. For some reason, she is kissing me right on the lips, the tip of my muzzle, and laps at my lips for a few minutes. She then scratches my head, for a long while; without ruffling my hair in the least.
Once she is done, she is folding back the quilt over me, where I am lying still on the top of my bed. This is of course my new bed. Pinkie Pie had arranged for the delivery while I was working the previous day. My first day at the Pink Balloon Cafe, owned by pinkie Pie herself.
While I sleep, I have these weird dreams; where I am trotting around like a deer, and the other me is walking by the side of the deer. The context, setting and perspective is changing between each dream, leaving me utterly confused. I have no idea, as to who or what I am. Of course, in the end, I wake up in my bed, where they had left me.
“Don’t forget, to lactate regularly!” the girl is telling the deer me in the last dream, from which I wake up abruptly.
“Oh, dear deer; that feels good! How could I pass it up?” I respond, while I am in fact puled out of my slumber.
“How much of that did I say within the dream, and how much of it could be heard in my room?” I ponder, in stark realization.
I fold my quilt up, then slide my bare, white feet out into the air beside the bed; ready to raise to my feet. Of course, I know I have cervine hooves; so the sensation of the floor under my outstretched toes hit me like an anvil from the roof of a very tall building. My feet do not bend back to permit me to stand like a girl on her entire feet. I find myself standing on the tips of my toes; as if had been standing on hooves. Cervine, equine or otherwise, but hooves nonetheless.
My legs and feet are not hurting; because Sapphire had given me her massage, and because I had been asleep for several hours. This made me fail to connect the polish with the effect it is having on me.
Since my stockings are lying on the floor before me, I soon found them and pick them up, before I had the time to consider. I slip my feet into the stockings and my legs return to what I am considering normality.
Before I do anything else; I pick up the bottle of lacquer from the night stand and uncaps the bottle. Sitting on my bed, I once more polish my hooves, enjoying the moment I have for myself. Just as the day before, this is curing within a mere minute; I am ready to walk out of my room.
I just slip the bottle aside, after I had capped it securely. Then I do recall that deer in my dream. She had told me something. I am eager to follow the instruction she gave me. Who cares how long the process would take me.
Thankfully, the tank had been empties, and the content bottled safely. All the milk I had produced safely stored. I lie down on my bed, before I put the cups onto my nipple and push the tips of my top down in the same move.
I close my eyes, as I put the cups onto my nipples, relax and feel the stimulation, while I hear the noises of the pump creating the suction. I feel the milk flowing through the tubes to the tank, while the cups are teasing me with their insistent electric tingling sensations.
Once the suction is close to full force; I could not have pulled the cups off of my nipples, if I had wanted to and tried. I just lie back with closed eyes, relaxing as I am enjoying the process in the moment. In my experience, this is just a short moment; even if it may have lasted as long as an hour or more.
Once I open my eyes, the tank is almost full and the suction had evaporated; like dew under the sun in the blazing dessert.
I slip the cups of, feeling them barely even lying on my nipples anymore. I take the time to bottle the milk, to the very last drop; bottle by bottle and carry it out to the fridge in out kitchen. The kitchen is empty, so I walk to the stairs and bounce all the way back down to the ground hue. Had this happened overnight? I had affirmed and strengthened this process and effect, y applying the third layer.
“I am famished!” I realize, as I continue into the kitchen behind the cafe.