Author's Notes:

Please read the content warnings carefully.

Starring : Button’s mom, Love Tap
Also featuring : Button’s dad, High Score and Sugar Belle
Contains : Lactation, milking, sex machines, cum inflation, impregnation, womb penetration (while this is obviously harmful for humans, it is actually physiologically normal for equines and required for them to achieve successful breeding), and womb fucking (I have no idea if this is physiological for equines or not, but I'm going to go ahead and fetishize it anyway because I can)

So Clocktower Society's bigger than just Twilight's little escapade, obviously. There's stuff going on all over the place, lots of little stories to tell. 'Clocktower Scenes' will explore the little nooks and crannies of Clocktower Society, pick up on scenes that won't be covered in the main story, essentially provide more facets to the whole.

Or, y'know, it's just an excuse to write shameless fetish clop. Shameless MILF milking fetish clop.

This is part 1. Part 2 will follow in a few hours once I've finished going over it.

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There is a certain rhythm to the Milking Chamber's background noise. There is always the gentle hum and thick throbbing of the many milking and fucking machines, the sloshing of fresh milk and marecum, and of course the happy moans and cries of its livestock. It was all familiar to Love Tap. And by Celestia, she was in desperate need of familiarity.

She felt her milk maid tug on her bridle, urging her forwards. She felt the usual little flutter as she allowed herself to be led down the rows of milking stalls. She idly eyed a young cerise unicorn mare in one of the maximum-intensity milking stalls, one of the regulars, Sugar Belle. She wore a crystal badge, marking her out to be one of the Milk Mares' record-holders for max-intensity milking. And it certainly showed. The young mare's tight little body was secured in a padded iron stockade built for comfort in endurance exercises. Her rear hooves were spread impossibly wide, her twitching and curling hooftips strapped to an adjustable spreader bar set to maximum. This allowed space for her highly intricate milk and marecum milking machine, one custom-built by CTRL just for her, a privilege afforded only for regulars.

High-energy suction cups were strapped around her thin waist, their rubber seals engulfing her boobs. Inside the glass cups, her poor tender teats were gripped tightly by a pistoning metal claw. Each thrust of the claw stretched her nipples taut, forcing out her milk in torrents that was quickly sucked up by the cup's powerful vacuum. A powerful magical discharge crackled from the claw, running through the nipples down the teats and into the arcane electrodes in the seal of the cups, forcibly shocking her abused glands into producing even more milk.

In between the suction cups was a large glass vacuum seal that engulfed her pussy. Within the seal her pussy lips, puffy and engorged with all the vacuuming, were pulled wide open by elastic clamps secured to the vacuum's seal ring. It was necessary, as there was no other way she'd accommodate the beast inside the vacuum, a monster of rubber, with thick vicious ribs spiraling along its side like a drill bit. The heavy industrial milking machine spun the cruelly tapered dildo as it penetrated deep and firm into her leaking pussy, stretching her obscenely with each thrust. Every tug and spin milked her drenched cunt of its precious marecum.

"Well done, pet," Sugar Belle's assigned milk maid gave the slave an encouraging caress on her cheek as she cried into her abused bit gag, her body tensing in another marecum-producing climax. The machine's pussy-milker whined as it went into overdrive on detecting the fresh wave of marecum, drawing out the poor slave's orgasm like the cruel heartless machine it was. A magical crystal display next to the machine ticked her orgasm counter from 19 to 20. Her marecum flow per minute rose exponentially as her milk pumping rate chugged along at a steady pace. Urine contamination read 0.

"I think it's time for feeding again," the milk maid said, removing the saliva-drenched gag from poor mare's panting mouth, letting it hang around her neck. It was quickly replaced by realistic rubber horsecock mounted on a device that looked much like a water dispenser, if water dispensers had cocks instead of taps and a bottle labelled 'CTRL Milk Mare Feed Formula 9 - for richer, creamier milk' instead of water. Sugar Belle moaned hungrily, opening her mouth eagerly for her feeding. "Eat up, pet," the maid ordered, easing the cock into her mouth. Sugar Belle lapped up the cock between her lips, suckling eagerly all the while. The maid turned a dial on the machine, warming the feed to a temperature just above pony body temperature to make it as hot as the real thing, before turning on the flow. Sugar Belle moaned pleasurably as her tongue was flooded with the thick, rich feed she so craved.

The rest of the high intensity stalls had mares in varying states of being drained of milk and marecum. Love Tap glanced at one earth pony mare being mounted by her farmer. The mare cried into her gag, her orgasm counter ticking and cum flow rate spiking as the stallion thrusted into her plot in one firm thrust. The other mares being fed from troughs looked up to watch briefly before returning to lapping up their feed. Love Tap felt a touch of longing at the sight of a pegasus mare being fed straight from the tap by her farmer. The mare gurgled and suckled greedily as her farmer thrusted his member deep inside her throat. The farmer gave a triumphant growl as he clasped his forehooves around her mane, holding her in place as he fed her directly into her stomach.

"Good girl. You did well today," Love Tap's milk maid said as she led the slave into an adjoining room containing the milk mare cages, "I expect you'll be top of the charts again. Now, get some rest for an hour before dinner. The head farmer's booked a breast and pussy massage for you for after. I'm sure you're going to need it." She opened up a cage labelled with her slave serial number, LT-0101. Love Tap allowed her halter and bit gag to be removed by her milk maid before obediently crawling into her cage. She slid under her blanket and curled up on the familiar pile of cushions. She let out a little sigh as her milk maid's hoofsteps disappeared in the distance.

"That was a long sigh," a voice said from the cage next to her's.

Love Tap's ears perked up. She lifted her head from her forehooves to look around at her neighbouring cage, one that had been empty since forever. "Velvet?" She felt a little smile play across her lips at the sight of her friend, Twilight Velvet. "What's a CTRL test subject doing here? Did you roll a critical fail on your navigation check?"

"Geek," the beautiful white unicorn slave giggled from where she lay tied up with her rearhooves spread and secured to the upper corners of her cage.

"Pot talking smack about kettle," Love Tap blew a raspberry.

"If you must know, I'm testing Master's new feed formula aimed at increasing milking production," Velvet said.

"Is it working?"

"I dunno. It's a double blind trial so I'm probably receiving placebo feed. Likely Master's own cum put through a replicator vat. He probably thinks I couldn't tell his cum apart from everypony else's." Velvet shrugged as much as she could with her forehooves secured above her head. "Now, what's troubling you, kid?" Velvet frowned at the silence from her fellow mare. "You've been coming here more often. In fact, I hear you've been staying here for five days straight. I mean, I can smell you're in heat, but you've never done this even when the heat's hitting you bad, not since you had Button."

Love Tap grimaced as she realized why Velvet was there in the cage next to hers at all when she hadn't visited the milking chambers in over a year. The busybody mare must have come to check up on her friend. Unfortunately Twilight Velvet, while caring, had all the tactful subtlety of a rampaging hydra. "I'm alright, Velvet," Love Tap forced a little smile. It came out as a watery grimace.

"I'm about as likely to buy that as I am to buy anything from Upper Crust," Velvet said, flatly, "Something's eating you, girl friend. It's something at home isn't it? Is it your Master? Tell me and I'll go feed him to the lab's tentacle plants."

"N-no, i-it's not Master. P-please don't feed him to the tentacle plants," Love Tap squeaked.

"Fine. I didn't want the plants to get sick anyway," Velvet huffed, "You're not off the hook though. Neither is your Master. I don't care if he's away on business half the year, Neighpon's not too far away for me to go whoop his flank."

"There's no getting away from you, is there, Velvet?" Love Tap sighed.

"Well, no, you're in a cage," Velvet pointed out the obvious.

"Haha, funny," Love Tap giggled all the same at the lame joke, "It's Button. He received a scholarship to Crystal Prep." Her giggles faded away into a soft sniffle.

"Oh, the tragedy," Velvet said, sympathetically, "Let me guess, he left for school five days ago?"

"H-he's only 12. It's too soon," Love Tap bit her lip as a single tear dripped to the floor.

"Hun, what you got is grade A empty nest syndrome," Velvet said, smiling understandingly, "I've been there, twice. It's hard, looking at their empty rooms."

"H-He didn't even bring his Captain Equestria t-towel!" Love Tap sobbed, "O-oh Button..."

"Hey, you'll be alright, Lovey. You're a strong mare. Besides, now that you have time, why don't you join me at CTRL? I have some fun projects going on that could use some help. We could make a date of it! Or we could just fuck. I'm not picky." Velvet cajoled.

"I don't want to be fed to the tentacle plants..." Velvet sniffled, softly.

"Hmmm...." Velvet frowned, "Yes I know exactly what you need, kid!" She suddenly broke into a smile, freeing her hooves from her chains with ease that would make Hoofdini green with envy. She tapped her collar, snapping the quick-release catch open. She whipped a mask out of Luna-knows-where and slipped it on as she unlatched her cage and crawled out. "Rest well tonight. You're gonna need it."

Love Tap didn't even get to get a word in as the masked mare disappeared into the distance. "Um...." she finally managed, "I really don't want the tentacle plants...." she said.

The next day....

Love Tap sat back on the pony pillow in front of her dresser as she finished drying off her freshly-showered mane and fur. While she quite enjoyed being pampered at the slave spa, she felt like she needed some time alone. She had tapped out and returned to her husband's private room in Clocktower's upper palace shortly after breakfast that morning before proceeding to hide in her room for the rest of the afternoon.

She idly wondered why she didn't simply go home, when she was quickly reminded of why. She felt a soft sob well up. "E-easy, Love Tap, you look ugly crying," she chided herself, grimacing at the vanity mirror in front of her. A sad, lonely earth pony mare stared morosely back at her. She shivered as she drew her fluffy bathrobe tighter about herself, as if seeking some sort of embrace from it. "Celestia, I look old," she sighed, stretching her cheeks experimentally, "I guess I am old. Kid boy's left for school. Life moving on....and...and the husband..." She hiccupped. Every word she uttered made her feel uglier, unwanted, undesired. Is this what it was like to grow old? Your children move away? Your husband's never home. When he does return all he'd find is this old lonely hag that was staring right back at her....

"This video game has a shit story!" She wailed.

"That's why you play multiplayer, player 1," a voice said.

Her heart leapt. She spun around in her seat. There, standing at her door, was a large sign that said 'Co-Op'. There also happened to be a gigantic bouquet of flowers that was about her size, but that was nothing compared to who was standing behind it. "Mind a new challenge-...oooof!" The flowers and sign went flying along with the dark gray unicorn stallion. "Aaaaarrgh! Gyaaargh! M-my sideeees! Agh! No, not the ribs! Not the ribs! Ow, that's a rib! Argh! That's a rib too! Aaaaargh! Blaaaaaaaaargh! Critical hit! Critical hit!" he gasped for breath as he struggled to pry off the earth pony grip threatening to crush him. "Aaaaagh-....oh, hello, Beautiful+20," he paused mid-scream, seemingly noticing her for the first time.

"H-High Score, y-you're back!" Love Tap screeched into his chest, "You dumb dumb! You idiot! Scrub! Noob!" She punctuated every word with a soft thump of her forehooves on his chest.

"Ow! Ah! It hurts! It HURTS! THE AGONY! THE SUFFERING! LoOooOoove TaaAAaaaAp!" He cried exaggeratedly under the pillowy pummeling of her marshmallowy hooves, "Not the collarbone! Totally not the faaAAaace! AaAAaah! My face! My face is made of PAIN! MY FACE IS PAIN!"

"G-get wrecked, f-filthy casual!" Love Tap panted, her pummeling slowly trailing off into weak booping before she allowed herself to collapse on top of him, feeling utterly drained. She sobbed, rubbing her tears into his chest.

He remained silent, wrapping running his forehooves through her mane comfortingly instead. Too tired to protest, she allowed him to gently lull her tears away in that special way only he could do. "H-how?" she finally sniffled, peering up at him with her muzzle still buried in his fur.

"Heheh, well, I wanted to be home on time to see Button off but the new game decided to glitch at launch," he rolled his eyes, "Just sorted it out late last night, at spear point from the boss. I was planning on taking the first airship back from Neighpon this afternoon, but Velvet got me the green light from the big boss to smuggle me back here through the teleportation hub at Clocktower Neighpon Oatsaka." He winced painfully at the memory. "I had to hide in a feed container. It wasn't empty. I think Velvet hates me. I wonder if it's because I kissed Night Light that one time we were having a foursome. I mean, he liked it. He tasted like blueberries. Or was that your cum in his mouth? Or maybe it was Velvet's cum in mine? Oh, I like your bathrobe, it reminds me of Princess Neigha's robes in Pone Wars."

Love Tap wasn't sure whether she wanted to kiss Velvet or toss her to her own pet tentacle plant. Then again, Velvet would probably enjoy both.

Love Tap gazed up at her beloved. Those confident eyes, that irksome grin, all the things he gave their son. "H-high Score, o-our baby, h-he's..." she sniffled before breaking down in tears.

"I know, I know." He sighed, petting her behind the ears comfortingly, "He's off on an epic quest of his own. Probably already scored a cute crystal pony filly on his first day. Hay, he's probably already forming a whole herd of crystal fillies. Just imagine them, sitting together under a tree, playing Hydra Hunter Four together...." High Score sighed, "Celestia, hope none of them steal the last hit from him. He'd go sprite-shit-crazy." He blanched at the thought.

Love Tap giggled through her tears. High Score always knew what to say to make her laugh, even when she was at her worst.

"Hay, honey, I'm sorry I wasn't there when he left. I'm proud of him, sure. But you know who I'm proud of most?" He asked, beaming brightly at her, "You, player 1. You raised him, got him there, stayed by his side when I couldn't." Her heart fluttered as he kissed her on her forehead. "And most of all? You stayed with me, even with my lousy job taking me to the end of the world." She soared as he kissed her nose. "No matter how hard this mode gets, you're always my continue button, player 1." He kissed her deeply on the lips. "<My very soul loves you to the ends of time and space>" he said in a low, guttural alien language only ever spoken in the deepest, darkest reaches of PonStation-con.

She should probably have sobbed, cried, shouted, even screamed at him. But she couldn't, not at him, not when he'd always put all her missing pieces back where they belonged when it mattered. "<I love you too, my eternal soul mate.>" she replied in his tongue.

"Hay, do you want to go home?" He suddenly asked, petting her softly.

Love Tap's heart chilled once more with dread at the thought. She slowly shook her head. No, anything but go back to that empty place.

High Score hummed softly, petting her gently all the while. "Then tell me," he softly whispered in her ear, "What do you desire? Name it, and it's yours,"

Love Tap bit her lip. There was one thing she wanted more than anything. But it was silly, selfish, so...

"Go on, be selfish," he whispered, as if reading her thoughts, "Let me spoil you."

'How does he always know what to say?' She sighed inwardly. She gave in, allowing herself a little selfishness, to want to be wanted, to desire to be desired, to belong to belonging. High Score always knew best. She rolled over to rest her neck on her special collaring block - his broad, powerful thigh.

"Hmm," High Score hummed, slowly sitting up. Love Tap shivered as she felt his warm hoof run over her bare neck. "That's a good playtoy, remembering her place," he whispered, huskily, putting on his steamy dom face. His horn glowed, floating over her adamantite crystal eternity collar from its silk pillow. Love Tap gave a contented whine as the soft silk padding curled around her neck, fitting snugly against her fur. The padlock, emblazoned with a crowned musical note, hung against her chest with its familiar, reassuring weight.

She felt him roll her over fully onto her back on the floor. She lay there, reveling in the feeling of being completely at the mercy of the mighty stallion looming over her. He reached out, peeling back her bathrobe. She felt his eyes upon her bare fur, tracing the wide curves of her soft chest, her wide child-bearing hips down to her powerful earth pony thighs. She could see the desire in his eyes. His lustful gaze made her feel beautiful. His hungry touch made her feel desired. His sudden, deep kiss made her feel loved.

He continued mashing his lips against hers as he practically tore the bathrobe off her shoulders and tossed it aside, making it clear that she was going to remain bare for the rest of the night. She moaned as their lips finally parted to make way for her halter. She felt the familiar tingle of his magic tickle her face as as her halter fastened itself about her muzzle. Something soft wrapped itself snugly about her eyes. She closed her eyes, bowing her head obediently to allow him to secure both the halter and blindfold. His approving hum sent her heart aflutter once more. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I know I asked if you wanted to go home, but I want this too. In fact, I prepared a little surprise for you." Before she could reply, she felt his warm magic envelope her entire body, lifting her up bodily into the air. Straps curled and locked about her hooves, binding her legs together as she was laid across the familiar broadness of his back like a sack. "Now relax. I want you to save your strength for what I have prepared," He chuckled, "You're going to need it."

She couldn't help but feel a shiver of thrill run down her spine as he bore her helpless form on his powerful back with effortless ease downwards towards the dungeons.