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I had just enjoyed my lunch, together with my sisters. I enjoy their company, they are such nice girls; even if we are just mere pets, working for a pony named Pinkamena Diane Pie. Though she is known as Pinkie Pie and called Pinkie, most of the time.
“Maybe you should have your first lactation, now?” Ruby incites me.
“If it does not hurt, I don’t lose anything by trying!” I ponder.
“Why not?” I respond.
I open the door to my room and steps right in. She is pulling the device out, from under my bed, as she is stepping into the rather small room. Even if it may be small, only for pony standards. For a human girl, just having a room of her own had been a luxury unheard of. I am after all a pet, I should never expect much of anything.
“Lie down, on the floor; I will aid and guide you through the entire process!” she explains.
“Going by the hue of her hooves, she does love the polish; I think I should make this a little bit more interesting, for her while I am at it!” Ruby considers, quietly.
“If your nipples are too small, for you; or the cups are too large, I could help you correcting the issue right away!” she points out.
“Thanks!” I mumble.
“If you spread your legs, maybe you could relax and enjoy this even more!” she suggests.
“Oh, okay!” I respond; “Like this?” I continue, leaving my legs comfortably wide apart.
“One small detail; while you pick up the cups and place them onto your nipples!” she points out.
She is lifting up my right and left knee in turn, leaving my hooves resting evenly and smoothly on the smooth floor under me.
“Feel free to pres down your hooves, as much as you like; while I am starting up the process for you!” she points out.
“Oh, okay!” I respond, tentatively pressing down my hooves onto the floor.
There is a whirring sound, as she activates the machine. The whirring noise is slowly turning to a vibrant hum as the machine is revving up. I feel the tingling of the electro-stimulation in my nipples. A vacuum is building up and creating a growing suction in the cups on my right and left nipple.
“This does actually feel pretty good! You did never explain about the stimulation in the cups on my nipples!” I point out.
“I left the best as a surprise; you did not want me to spoil it, did you?” she inquire.
The sound of the machine and the vibration that causes it is fairly comforting to me; almost as if it had been intended as massage. While I lie down, with my hooves firmly pressed down onto the floor, the effect of the vibration massage is mainly hitting my back. Even if I guess it is affecting the back of my head, just a little bit.
“Oh, oh; oh, oh!” my voice is vibrating, as I open my mouth, in response.
While my hooves are far too hard and adamant, to pick up the vibration of the floor; I still do feel a slight hint of a teasing tingle, under the soul of my hooves, nonetheless. For now, I merely ignore the curious sensation.
Once the suction had reached the required power, the white, creamy liquid starts flowing up the length of the tube. I can see the thick, white line follow the tubes to the connector; then following the tube towards the tank.
“Cream, delicious!” Ruby exclaims, pointing out why the milk was flowing so slowly.
“Cream?” I merely inquire, in curious disbelief.
“It is a variant of milk! You did choose the equine hooves; whether by accident or by choice!” Ruby points out, now giggling.
“Oh, yeah; I guess I did choose the equine hooves, before I knew of the hooves and the effect it would have upon me and my life!” I respond.
I look down, at my still pink hooves; trying to lift my right and left one in turn, only getting a squeak for the effort. I give my hooves a few more tentative tugs, but to no avail; my hooves are sticking to the floor. Suction-cup hooves, I had applied the polish thrice, thus strengthening the effect considerably. While I had not known of it, back then; yet, I am stuck on the floor and bound by the consequences of the actions I performed in my past.
“Uh?” I exclaim.
“I was expecting as much!” she merely points out.
“How did I find myself in this situation?” I ponder; “Could you explain, how I enjoy this so much?” I inquire.
“Such a peculiar manner, in which to find oneself in such a precarious situation!” she utter; “The spell I cast on you; amplifies your natural lactation and enhances the sensitivity in your nipples! Lactation is now pleasurable, far more than otherwise expected!” she continues to explain.
“Just don’t tell me; you cast this on yourself, and all our sisters too?” I put forth.
“Oh, but of course I did; you are but the latest of us to enjoy this effect! Naturally, I was the first; since I am the unicorn required, for the spell to work!” she adds, still grinning widely.
“So these spells require a unicorn, to be cast?” I inquire.
“That is how ponies’ magic work!” she explains.
“You mean to say; that our initial choices placed us right here, where you could cast this spell on me?” I inquire.
“Just like you, I chose the equine hooves that are making me into the pony, and with the horn a unicorn; at least, as far as our place in this game is concerned! Of course, we are still the very same girls; under these uniforms, as we were born!” she points out.
“I could have chosen to be a deer or a giraffe, like our sisters did?” I inquire.
“Yes, you could, as could I; but then we would not have been who we are!” she points out.
“No, I guess not!” I respond; “But, who would I have been; had I chosen differently, not being the pony I chose to be?” I ponder; “Are you telling me; that I could take of what I am wearing and change into something and someone else?” I finally inquire.
“Technically, you could; but, I do not think that is such a wise choice, for you anymore!” she responds; “You have made up your mind, chosen to stick to what you chose to be; as it were, and it may be very painful and confusing for you if you were to try to change now!” she explains.
“While I do enjoy to be what I am, and like who I am now; but, how do you mean? How am I stuck as a pony? Painful and confusing?”I inquire.
“With each layer of lacquer one is applying, to once hooves; the more one is painting oneself into a corner, making it painful to pull these stockings of that gave you your hooves! The change would be confuing, because you are adapting to being what you are and learning how to be the pony you chose to be!” she points out.
“Guess I am stuck, as the pony I chose to be; but, how does this affect anything else, of what I chose for myself?” I add.
“Being a pony isn’t everything you are, or I really do hope it is not!” she points out; “She would have been a very grey and dull pony, if that had been the case!” she ponders; “The result of the lactation, of a pony like you and me is milk; in your case the thick and luxury cream, we see in the tube and the tank!” she points out.
“How will this affect me, when these stockings and the hooves that came with them are a part of me?” I ponder, without voicing the question.
Why do I need to worry, about taking the uniform of; when it is binding me to who I am, and the one mare whom I believe is actually taking care of me for who I am? While I had never been born as a pony and a pegasus, but she is caring more for me, than any and all the owners I could possibly have had in the past.
Maybe the worry, is born out of being told, it will be difficult and painful? I am made to question myself and the choices I made. Is this supposed to come easy?
Of course, the tank could only hold so much, of my cream; just as I could only produce so much, in a single session of glorious bliss and enjoyable time. No friend, or sister; could possibly change this, even if she has the magic of a unicorn. Even her magic, and the effect of it has to run out as the effect is running its course. She could make me able to, and make me lactate even with joy; but how far could she push me and how much could she make me produce? Even if it is for the better of Ponyville, in the name of Pinkie Pie?
While the stimulation still is just as pleasurable and the lactation itself is feeling just as good; I am starting to feel soar in my breasts, after the prolonged exposure and labour. It may be a labour of love and joy; but a labour, nonetheless.
I am running dry and the cream slowly stop flowing through the tube; then I see the white line move towards the tank, followed by clear and emptiness. The suction is ebbing out, as the stimulation is weakening to a complete stop. Now the cups are falling off of my nipples.
I push up the top to cover my nipples, all the way; once more, just the way it had been designed to.
“That was intense!” I exclaim.
“Yes, it certainly was; I know that feeling, all too well!” she points out.
“Thanks for sharing the moment, and explaining to me!” I continue.
“By the way, I think it is time you pull your hooves free of the floor!” she points out, teasing me to perform another futile attempt.
As much as I may try, there is no way my hooves are pulled clear of the floor. As a matter of fact; the more I pull, the harder the built up suction is holding my hooves in place. Almost as if the hooves had been glued into place, or if they had physically fused to the floor. The later should be quite impossible, but who knows.
“Oh, sorry about that; I did not think you could pull your hooves free, so I am just puling your leg, as it were!” she points out, incapable of holding in a trace of a giggle.
“You, you; you little tease!” I exclaim, only in part in anger.
“Maybe, just maybe I had enjoyed it and myself too much; for me to actually be angry with her now! Or, is it in the afterglow of the lactation, I simply could not make myself to be angry at my sister?” I ponder for but a moment, before the thought slips out on that proverbial banana peel.
I see her reaching for my right hoof, with her right hand; holding it tightly, as she is extending the index finger of her left finger and slipping it in from behind, under the hoof. As the suction under my hoof is evaporating, my hoof is once more free; she is repeating the process, for my left hoof.
Ruby may have put me in the awkward and precarious situation; yet, she had never taken advantage of it, but rather explained a few things and made me comforting company. She had helped me, to enjoy the process of my first actual lactation.
“I bet you will enjoy this, many times now; just as I imagine you will be polishing your hooves, again!” she points out, now giggling openly with a wide grin on her face.
“Of course, there is more polish in the bottle; I could as well make good use of it!” I ponder.
“This was far too good, not to do it again!” I then add, returning her giggle.
“No banana for me, today; this is far too much pleasure and fun! Even if I do not have a sister to share it with!” Ruby ponders, covering up a smirk, as she is walking out of my room again.
Just as she had suggested; I am polishing my hooves once again. I am repeating the process; right and left, once, twice and thrice, just for the feeling of doing it. My hooves does look good, after I polished them.
No thought of repercussions, or the fact that the bottle is bound to run dry soon, when I keep polishing my hooves.
I can’t help but notice the tiny shift in hue, each time I apply the polish; just as I notice how the squeaks of my hooves are changing each time as well. I do not particularly mind it. Would I have, if I had known of consequences to me?
Of course, each hoof is cured, before I finish polishing the next. As I cap the bottle and put it back on the night stand; the lacquer is perfectly dry and cured true and through.
I raise to my hooves and walk out of my room. I could bottle the cream later.
“My cream is not for lubrication!” I ponder, as I walk towards the flight of stairs down to the cafe.