Cowlestia
Mooooo!
By Game-BeatX14
Throughout her whole life, Princess Celestia had always been viewed as a strong and authoritative figure by her peers. The expectation was not only due to her decisive personality, but also accentuated by her highly productive and motherly body. Those soft, enormous breasts exuded confidence and were the envy of every mare and stallion around her. While some would kill for the level of attention that she normally received from them, the constant ogling didn’t mean much to the goddess. She had no attachment to her bothersome bosom. In fact, she felt great excitement when there was an opportunity to sap them dry in private.
Wanting to avoid prying eyes, she quietly snuck into her room and locked the door. Her heart started beating faster, and her stomach tingled. This was her favorite part of the day, and required the utmost privacy. Feeling excited, she ripped open the closet door and shuffled a few items around before pulling out her most prized possession. It was not an heirloom, or anything particularly valuable. Her favorite object was an industrial strength dairy cow milking pump. However, it wasn’t just any old model. While most similar machines were designed to collect roughly a quart per minute, this one was much more powerful. Each individual teat cup could suck down one whole gallon per minute, creating an intense but thoroughly enjoyable draining process.
Anxiously, she grabbed the tank handle and hauled it over to the opposite end of the room, then plugged it in along the wall underneath a suspended metal bar that rested at chest level. The installation served as her support during intense milking sessions. When asked about its purpose, she had told Luna and the guards that it was a pull up bar for routine exercising. Luckily, they all believed her fib without suspicion. With the setup completed, all that was left was to remove her shirt and bra, which she promptly discarded on the floor.
Holding the teat cups in both hands, she rested her chin on the horizontal metal piece and let her huge, productive tits hang down like jiggly udders. The sloshing of milk was audible, and the weight was palpable. It made her wince a bit from the lack of support underneath. Fortunately, it wouldn’t be much longer until those free-hanging squishy jugs were reduced to lightweight petite mounds. Using her right leg, she kicked out and bumped the power switch on top of the apparatus. The metal cylinders started hissing while thrashing back and forth in her hands, aching for a nice big teat to grab onto. With jumbo nozzles that were three inches wide, it was enough to bring any mare to her knees. She took a deep breath, carefully aligned them with her erect nipples and let them loose.
SHLOOP! The pumps slammed forward and tightly latched onto her chest, eliciting a shaky flinch. They stretched and sucked a sizeable portion of her breasts several inches deep inside the wide cups. The suction was extremely powerful and unforgiving, simply incomparable to what any pony could provide with their mouth. The initial shock and feelings of submission were always her favorite part of being milked. She pulled her arms up and let them rest on the crossbar, her mouth curling into a blissful smile. Now it was simply time to relax and enjoy herself while the thirsty machine performed its duty.
Thwup whup. Thwup whup. Thwup whup. The continuous sounds of squishing and compressing tit flesh were like music to her ears. While her milk factories were a formidable size, the high-powered machine had no trouble extracting every drop and shrinking them down. Gulp after gulp of motherly liquid was forcibly siphoned from her chest and slurped through the hose, making her drool in ecstasy. Her legs quivered, while an immense pressure strained on her breasts, causing them to crease and cave inwards. It felt like they were slowly deflating, violently ejecting all their stored milk in pressurized squirts down into the vacuum tubes.
The sensations continued for well over a minute, as the pumps rhythmically thrusted and pummeled her sensitive melons without falter. By now, her chest was starting to feel significantly lighter. The hoses undulated with several ounces of milk in every swinging motion, creating a consistent gulping pattern that rippled through the clear tubing. She wished it could go on forever, but even her mighty tits were starting to reach their limits. As her boobs shrunk, the cups tightened even more, mercilessly pulling at what remained of her shrunken udders. It began to sting and hurt, but Celestia couldn’t turn it off just yet… She wanted it to finish draining them completely.
Her tits were practically imploding from the unending force, struggling to provide any more reward for the insatiable device. After another exhaustive minute, her breasts inevitably ran dry. Sensors detected the lack of milk flow and automatically powered off. The pumps clung to her chest for another few seconds while the pressure equalized, and the mechanical hum of the motor winded down. Finally, the metal cups popped off her aching body and landed on the carpet with a soft thud.
“Guaah! Whew…” Celestia exhaled loudly, allowing herself to stumble back from the bar. She quickly looked down to survey the damage. Her breasts were barely a third of the size they once were, shrunken and shriveled down to deflated husks of their former glory. While most mares would be abhorred to see their boobs utterly depleted, Celestia simply grinned in relief. The cumbersome and back-breaking weights that normally held her down were gone, replaced with small mounds that were light as feathers. She reached down and opened the latch on top of the tank to remove the lid and see how much was inside.
She gawked at the sheer amount of milk it had siphoned. There must have been over three gallons pooled up within the reservoir. She replaced the lid again, and hugged the machine passionately. It had taken every drop without slowing down or overflowing, something the smaller models could never do. It was comforting to know that no matter how big or full her breasts got, she could always count on this beast of machine to chug them down.
Her cuddling was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Sister, are you in there? Come quick, we have an important meeting to attend.” Luna directed.
Celestia smiled as she put on a loose shirt and jacket, then used magic to quickly rejuvenate her bust back to its original size. The spell only took a few moments to work, before the familiar sloshing weight returned. She didn’t want to be caught flat-chested, or risk ponies challenging her authority. A massive pair of knockers always seemed to command respect no matter what the circumstances were.
“I’m coming, sister...”