Author's Notes:

Part 2 of Love Tap's little story. To reiterate, this chapter 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

"We're here!" High Score finally announced after what felt like an eternity of being carried up and down stairs. Love tap wasn't even sure where she was anymore. She had tried to keep track of the twists and turns but she quickly lost her way beyond the grand stairwell leading down to the dungeon levels. Love Tap blinked her eyes blearily as her blindfold was gently untied. She looked about, ears twitching curiously as she tried to take in her new surroundings.

It was a warm hexagonal room. The walls and ceiling were simple and clinical, but in that sleek modern way that made it look like one of those sophisticated space ship interiors she saw in the more newfangled video games. The lighting was easy on the eyes, not overly dim like most of the dungeons but not as harsh as CTRL's laboratories. A mysterious rig sat at its centre, surrounded by equipment trays and machinery. Half of it she recognized - it was her own milking machine custom made for her by CTRL. But her usual stockade and spreader bar were nowhere to be seen. In its place was a padded metal bench shaped almost like a hug-pillow, with support for a pony's entire upper torso, neck and head.

She was certain of one thing, however. This was not the milking chambers. She could not hear the rhythmic throbbing of the milking pumps, neither did she hear any on her way in. This was somewhere entirely new, a part of the dungeon she had never been before. She felt a tingle of fear at the thought. But before it could take root, she felt her stallion lift her off his back and into his forehooves, cradling her in a protective princess-carry. She curled up, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck, allowing his reassuring scent to lull her into a sense of profound calm.

He carried her over to the new bench. She braced herself for the touch of cold padding as he lowered her onto it. To her surprise the bench was warm. She quickly slid into place resting on her front, the bench's curves and angles fitting her so snugly she had no trouble finding how she was meant to fit into the alien device. It was as if it was made just for her....except for the jarringly large space it left for her belly. 'I might not be the slimmest mare, but I'm not that fat,' she thought, hotly.

She felt a tingle run down her spine at his firm touch manipulating her into place, strapping her hips and chest down onto the bench. She squeaked softly as he grasped her legs and spread them wide apart to either side, almost into the birthing position, before he anchored her rearhoof straps into recesses built into the bench legs. "Give me your forehooves," he ordered. She offered them to him between her legs, allowing him to strap them to her spread thighs.

Just as she was wondering what he was up to next, she felt his lips roughly kiss her left nipple. She gave a long, drawn out moan as he sank his teeth into the tender roots, suckling the rest of her engorged flesh into his merciless tongue-lashing. She cried out as she felt the tingle of his magic envelope her other nipple, ruthlessly tugging and stretching them. A wonderful warmth bloomed in her as she felt her body surrender its first squirt of milk into her stallion's hungry maw. She sighed with pure contentment at his growl of greedy appreciation, her creamy buttery taste only encouraging him to suck on her even rougher. "Yes, the excellent consistency of a well-used milk mare, a full refined taste rich with the thickest cream, its freshness a testament to her routine milking, perfect quality slave milk," he said, like a connoisseur appraising fine wine. She felt a fierce glow at his praise. "It flows well, production is good as it is, but I'll need to train you to produce even more for what I'm going to need," he said, cryptically. "But first, I'm going to make them mine," he said. She trembled at the fierce possessiveness in his voice. "Who do these belong to, toy?" He growled through his teeth into her abused nipple.

"T-they're yours, M-Master!" Love Tap cried as he spanked the soft mounds of her breasts, marking them as his with tender red hoofmarks. "Ah! Aahhn! M-Master!" She moaned as he laid claim to his property with smack after hard smack. "Mmmnhhh, M-Master!" She groaned as she felt him blow softly on her tender, swollen flesh, testing her for sensitivity. Seemingly satisfied that her tenderized breasts and nipples were sufficiently marked and oversensitive, she heard him turn to her milking machine. She hazily heard the familiar whir and click of the pump's nipple clamp priming, ready to imprison its target. She weakly pulled her restrained forehooves as far as their bonds would let them, using her hooves to knead and gather the mounds of her breasts together, squeezing them and offering her nipples up to her Master. "P-please, M-Master," she pleaded.

"That's a good toy," she couldn't help but flush brightly at the pride in his voice. She whimpered as the nipple clamps snapped shut around her over-sensitized teats, sending an electric tingle up her belly and into her chest. The rubber seals of the suction cups came next, their high-power vacuums quickly drawing the rest of her poor tenderized breasts into their maws, eliciting a sharp cry from her. That was where the similarities to Sugar Belle's milking machine ended. Her custom machine had massage roller-balls built into their rubber seals that tightened around the base of her breasts, ready to knead and churn more milk out of her very depths. The suction cup's exterior also deployed anchor clamps like a blooming flower consuming her mounds, each rubber pincer pinching tight into her soft flesh.

Sugar Belle is good. But she has never tried hard mode.

High Score was the gloating, chatty sort of dom. So it came as a surprise to Love Tap when he simply flipped the switch without any fanfare. She gave a loud cry as the machine came to life. The nipple-clamp pistons firmly tugged and thrusted on her sensitive flesh, pumping the first squirts of milk out. The roller balls followed through with a powerful push from the base of her breast all the way up, thrusting more milk out. Then the magical shockwave came from the clamps, pulsing and rippling down to meet their customized electrodes in her circle of anchor clamps, setting her strained milk glands into overdrive.

High Score was obviously impatient. Even as she cried out with every pump forcing more milk out of her, she hazily wondered what it was driving her stallion. She felt a touch of excitement at the unknown. She quickly found him trotting into her field of vision, his horn glowing bright, his magic levitating a glob of amorphous silver material in the air. It didn't take her long to recognize what it was - Arcanoplasteel, a highly malleable material able to be magically moulded into any form, shape and function, no matter how mechanically intricate. It was CTRL's (or, to be exact, Velvet's) latest invention, a material so expensive its price was measured per milligram. To use it effectively required a mind that could imagine an object down to its most minute schematic detail, every moving part, every interlocking machinery, every magic circuit. Otherwise it was no more than a very expensive play dough.

What scared Love Tap the most was the knowledge that her stallion had the exact kind of mind capable of making perfect use of arcanoplasteel.

"I thought you might want to start getting to know your new fellow toy as soon as possible," Love Tap shivered at his smile. The material began to elongate, forming a monster of a phallus. Deep ribs began to spiral along its surface, each covered with thick rounded protrusions like blunt spikes. Love Tap began to pant as she watched the phallus' main spine curve wickedly, allowing the ribs to spin around its central firm core. But what struck her the most was its tip. It wasn't tapered, neither was it a flare. It was a thick, rounded concavity like a clawed suction cup, its recess filled with rounded ribs like an orange squeezer. At the centre, much like an orange squeezer, was thick rounded protrusion. There was a click as the concavity curled together like the petals of a flower into bullet-like faring.

Love Tap's eyes widened with horror as she realized what it was meant for. High Score smiled at the realization dawning in her eyes. "This is something I learned from some company friends who frequent Clocktower Neighpon Oatsaka," he explained, "Neighpon has a bit of a population problem, you see. So their branch of CTRL is further along than ours at fertility enhancement methods. One of their favourite toys is this. It prepares a willing mare's womb for penetration. The willingness bit is important because the slightest shift will dislodge the device from its target, making it utterly useless." He lowered himself to look her in the eye. "Tell me, are you a willing mare, toy?"

She trembled from head to hooftip at the thought of having that monster inside her. Her pussy winked madly, her juices flowing down and staining her milking cups. She slowly craned her head up and gave the monster a tremulous kiss, sealing her fate. "P-please, p-prepare my w-womb, M-Master," she squeaked, trembling with both fear and excitement.

"Good toy." He whispered, giving her a quick peck on the forehead before disappearing behind her again. She heard the familiar click of the device being mounted on her pussy-milking machine. There was the nerve-wracking whir of the machine's telescopic arm approaching her pussy. She moaned softly as she used her bound forehooves to help spread her nether folds apart to accept her soon-to-be pussy wrecker. She gave a sharp cry as the pump's vacuum ring's pussy-spreaders were clamped onto her swollen labia lips, stretching her wide apart as the vacuum's seal ring secured itself over her cute little mound. There was the familiar whir of the servos driving the phallus' spin, the hiss of the pneumatics driving it into her. She felt a shiver as the ribs and rounded nubs pushed into her, stretching her already spread pussy lips. It pumped in a circular dance, grinding itself into her, thrusting deeper with each cycle, spreading her wider and wider around each spinning rib.

Her mewling quickly turned into ragged panting as the machine worked its way into her. She barely managed to hear her Master speak over her own laboured gasps. "Test your bell, toy," he said, making it clear he was about to use her mouth for something. She shivered with anticipation at the thought of her stallion having his way with her mouth as she obediently rang her tail bell. "Good," he said, satisfied, "Now let's feed you. You're going to need lots of feeding for what's ahead." She began to drool at the thought of being fed directly by her Master, a luxury she hasn't been able to indulge in forever. She gave a longing mewl as he re-emerged in front of her, his mighty stallionhood hanging low and hard out of its sheath. She felt a touch of pride at how hard she could make her stallion without even touching him. She parted her mouth as she felt the tickle of his magic pressing an extra-large soft rubber ring-gag against her lips, allowing him to spread her maw wide. The gag's strap snapped snugly into her halter, turning her mouth into his helpless cock sleeve.

She watched him mount a series of steps built into the front of the bench, obviously designed to allow easy feeding. She gulped hungrily as his mighty flare rose to eye-level. "Mmmh~" She moaned ravenously through her gag. She wasn't able to wait a moment longer. She stuck her tongue out through her ring gag, eager to lap up his cock into her maw. "Mmh~" She shivered as her tongue brushed the first drop of pre.

"You must be really hungry," he chuckled, reaching down with one forehoof to cup her chin, steadying her face, making it perfectly clear he was about to make love to her throat. "Go on, take it, all of it," he growled, thrusting his flare past the cock ring, gliding along her tongue straight towards the tight ring of her throat. His cock slowly grinded itself into the back of her mouth, a squeeze from the forehoof on her chin ordering her to prepare herself. She took a deep breath before giving him a flick of both ears, signalling her readiness. He gave a pleasurable cry as he pushed his flare into the impossibly tight and hot sleeve of her throat. She moaned pleasurably around his cock, massaging him with her tight throat as he began to thrust deeply and firmly. "Ahah! YeeEEeeEEsss! Hmmm!" She couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at how his dom face would always falter when he was really enjoying himself. She felt a fierce sense of pride and joy that her Master enjoyed using her throat so, a bliss deeper than the physical pleasure of having her throat stretched wide with cock. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

A twitch from her ears signalled him she was reaching the limit. "Oooh, buck, yes, you are the absolute best," he crowed, curling his other forehoof around her mane, effectively hugging her head with both front hooves as he eased back. She suckled and licked his tip, not allowing him to drop out of her mouth even as she panted around his cock for air. Regaining her breath, she gave him three flicks of both ears. "You are the best cock sleeve in all seven plains," he growled, seeing her signal begging him to fuck her throat like a pussy. He lowered the headrest, putting her neck in line with the rest of her body as he climbed further up the hoofsteps on the bench, placing his weight on her back, fully reverse-mounting her. She moaned at the feeling of her stallion covering her little body completely, feeling ever so safe and secure under his reassuring weight.

She heard the telltale tinkling of his magic and click of a switch. She gasped around his cock as she felt the pussy-milker's tip bloom inside her, spreading her innermost reaches wide around it. She whimpered out, her tight little body tensing up as the device grinded itself into the neck of her womb. She felt the device's cup grasp the entrance to her womb like a clawed plunger, tugging and stretching the exquisitely sensitive flesh with each thrust of the machine. Every tug and stretch forced the little mound to swell and soften more and more. She cried out as slowly the rounded protrusion at its centre began to knead itself into her puckered hole, teasing it apart.

She panted laboriously as she felt his cock wait impatiently at the back of her tongue. Her submissive instinct to serve her Master kicked in as she suckled him deep inside her. He met her efforts with his own, thrusting into the tight ring of her throat. "Ooooh, yyyyeeeEEeeeEEEeeEES filly!" He barked as he fucked her mouth and throat with deep, powerful thrusts. She was already on the edge with the milking, the pussy-pumping and the stretching of her womb opening. The first firm spreading of her throat, his cry of pleasure, was all she needed to lose herself in the earth-shattering bliss of being used by her Master. Her orgasmic scream milked his cock for all it was worth. "Oh Celestia, yes! This is beautiful! You're beautiful!" he fucked her pleasure sleeve with wild abandon like the sex toy she was. "Ah! LooOOooVE TAaaAAP!" He roared triumphantly as he painted her throat white with his sticky hot seed. Her own peak stretched out to an infinity of pleasure at the feeling of her belly being filled with his precious load. He withdrew just as her tummy was growing tense with the churning baby batter, coating her tongue with his seed. She moaned hard through her own orgasm, cupping her tongue and mouth as best as she could into a fitting dish for his precious seed.

He gave a loud, pleasurable moan as he finally withdrew his cock. His horn glowed as he wasted no time unclasping her ring gag from her tired maw. "Show me," he panted, climbing back down onto the floor in front of her to cup her chin in his forehoof once more. She moaned throatily, opening her mouth to show him the pool of seed she had collected, bathing her tongue with his rich masculine musk. "Oooh, good fillyyyy," he shuddered at the sight, aiming his cock back at her mouth to release the extra orgasmic echo she gave him with her saucy show. She moaned happily as the extra dollops of stallion cum filled her mouth, proud at her impressive feat of prolonging her stallion's orgasm without even touching him. "You may swallow it now," he ordered, massaging her neck encouragingly. She saw his receding cock twitch with excitement at her gulp.

"Th-thank you for f-feeding me, Master," she just about managed to rasp before she was suddenly silenced by a long, deep, loving kiss.

"Mmmh~" She spasmed against her bonds. The feel of her Master kissing her alone drew another hard orgasm from her tortured body. He held her mane and neck in a tight embrace, holding her lips to his all through her happiest orgasm yet. It felt like an eternity of bliss before they finally parted, leaving a little glistening rope of saliva joining their lips.

Her stallion smiled fondly at her, caressing her ears and mane gently. "Clockface," he suddenly invoked his safeword, much to her surprise. She gasped as she heard the emergency stop switches on her milk and pussy milking equipment clicking, freezing the devices in place. Then slowly, torturously, they receded and detached from her, leaving her to whimper as each piece of equipment disengaged. She was most surprised to feel him freeing her forehoof straps.

"A-Are you alright, hon?" Love Tap asked, looking up at her husband worriedly.

"Oh, I'm on top of the world, player 1!" High Score declared jovially, hugging her so tight he drew a muffled pony squee from his wife. "I want to tell you about something that happened three days ago. It's hidden-boss important, end-game important, finisher move important." he touched his forehead against hers, pressing the tips of their noses together tenderly as he gazed into her eyes with those youthful, boyish eyes of his. "This is totally random, like, platinum Ponymon card under the carpet random, but hear me out." He took a slow deep breath, "Dear, I won the lottery."

Love Tap gaped. That was nice and all, obviously, but to interrupt the best fuck she's had in forever for this?!

"Hey, hey, hey, don't give me that look," he chuckled, "Like, please, don't. It's scaring the hit points out of me. Uh, see, this went so much better in my head. Right, the deal is..." he trailed off into a soft squeak, "Love Tap, I'm quitting my job, moving back home with you to set up my own game firm and I want to have lots and lots and lots of foals with you!" He blurted out all in one breath.

Love Tap gaped. That was nice. That was beyond nice. Her lips moved, trying to form words, but she had no words for these. Her cheeks felt wet. She was crying. She cried like she had never cried before.

"L-Love Tap? Wa-was it something I said? I-I mean, i-it d-doesn't have to be lots of foals. I-I mean, I don't think th-that many f-foals would be able to share the joyboy anyway. M-maybe j-just one or mmhf mmhhff mhhf mhh....mmmmmmm..." His rambling was cut short by a sudden deep, passionate and tearful kiss.

"Lots," Love Tap paused the kiss just long enough to say before diving back in on his lips. "Lots and lots!" She said while pausing for air before kissing her stallion once more. "I want to give you lots and lots of foals!" She gasped with unbridled joy.

That morning she didn't know what it was she wanted. She thought the best part of her life was over, that all that was left were long and lonely days staring at her son's bedroom. It was old age. It was a long wait for the end.

But now...

Now she had everything! No, she wasn't replacing Button, not in the slightest. But she was adding more, and goodness knows her life still had plenty more room for more.

High Score hugged her wife tightly, pressing their muzzles together once more. "I swear you are the cheat codes to my life, player 1. Being this happy is hax," he panted, sharing in her tears of happiness. "Can I...can I start now? Right now? Have our foal, I mean?" He suddenly asked, sheepishly.

"Yes!" Love Tap didn't even hesitate as she squeaked with joy. "Yes, yes, High Score! Please!"

"Clockface." High Score's smile curled into a mischievous grin.

"C-Clockf-face." Love Tap echoed, shivering with excitement.

"I can smell you're in heat, toy," he whispered, quickly falling back into his roleplay, his horn lighting up. He floated over a potion vial containing a thick clear fluid. Love Tap quickly recognized it as her usual contraceptive potion. "But you won't be needing this," he said with undisguised glee as he unscrewed the vial and emptied its contents to the floor. Every drop sent Love Tap's heart beating faster and faster. "Because from now on, I'm making you my broodmare," he intoned as he pulled her forehooves down into the recesses built for them, strapping them in. Love Tap's very heart shivered at the sight of the master phaser he floated over to them. It already had a spark ready, shaped into the unmistakable form of a breeding mare's mark - A heart contained in a circle with his cutie-mark and her own at its centre, a single tally mark between them symbolizing their first foal. There was plenty, plenty of space for more. He held her tightly by her mane, gazing into her eyes as he floated the master phaser over to her right rump. "Look at me as I mark you as my own personal foalhole," he ordered, his grip on her mane not allowing her otherwise. She gazed up at him, willing him to see the sense of joy and belonging she felt. "You are going to bear me so many gorgeous foals, you beautiful little breeding bitch," he growled. She gave a loud cry as she felt the fierce glow of the phaser's spark sting her rump, making it clear to the world that she was his happily-bred mare.

He disappeared behind her once more. She moaned happily, shivering as she felt him kiss her fresh new brand lovingly. "By the way," he said as she suddenly felt him climb up behind her, "...I ordered this bench be custom made just for you just three days ago. That research lab mouse friend of yours got it built in record time. "It's a breeding rack, made just for you." She gasped as she realized what the large circular recess around her belly was for. It was to allow him space to fill her up with foals. "You will only have breaks for sleep, exercise and feeding. I will be feeding you lots and lots to get you ready for your foal." Love Tap's eyes wandered over to the equipment trays by the bench, her eyes widening as she realized their cabinets were stuffed full of special super-nutritious feed formula for breeding mares. "Other than that, you will spend every single day of your heat strapped to this breeding rack while I breed you again and again and again. You'll be bred with my cock most of the time. But we'll also have you use your mouth to milk a supply of my seed so we can reverse the polarity on the milking machine and have it pump you full of my foal batter when I'm taking breaks." She shivered as he planted his powerful hooves on the hoofrests to either side of her head. "And once you're well and truly bred with my foals, I'm still going to use this rack to feed you and remind you just who you're carrying those foals for." She felt his full weight engulf her back, his chin resting on her soft silky mane as he curled his forehooves around her own, his rearhooves straddling her soon-to-be inflated belly. She had never felt so thoroughly hugged, so safe and protected, than that very moment. "Are you ready for your insemination, foalhole?" He whispered in her ear.

"Y-yes, Master," she squeaked, "P-please, breed this slave! M-make me your broodmare!"

"Good filly," he growled. She cried as her sensitized pussy was abruptly forced apart by his mighty flare. He thrusted his stallionhood deep on the first thrust, ramming her right into the bench, testing its resilience. She was still screaming from the beastly mating when he pulled back and rammed her even deeper, rocking her along with the whole bench. She came around his cock, her tight cunny muscles tightening hard around their intruder. He cared not for her orgasm, pushing his length straight through her rippling muscles, working her right through her orgasm. "Aaahn! Aaaahhn! AAAAAHN!" The room was filled with her helpless cries, her body stretched taut by forced orgasm after forced orgasm. And still he pushed deeper until he struck the neck of her womb. He took his sweet time, grinding his flare against the already swollen and softened flesh, teasing apart the over-sensitized flesh. He ignored her fresh wave of orgasms as he pounded her final barrier with his spear. Then, with one powerful thrust, he spread her innermost sanctuary around his cock.

He panted as he finally slowed down his brutal pounding, his body turning still atop the twitching, spasming little body trapped beneath her. The powerful muscles of her womb pulsed about his cock in an orgasmic effort to convey non-existent seed to her waiting ovaries. It was almost too tight to move, but he managed. He moved slowly, carefully, tenderly, as he filled her womb with his flare. "Love Tap," he called her by name, "Kiss me."

Love Tap barely heard him in her pleasure and pain addled delirium. She weakly raised her head, curling it around to press her lips to his, coming and moaning softly into his mouth all the while. He held her in place as he made slow, firm love to her womb, moulding its tight confines to his cock. She came with each rhythmic thrust against the exquisitely sensitive walls of her womb. He took his time forging her womb into a receptacle for his cock and seed, all while kissing and whispering words of encouragement in her ears. Love Tap had already lost track of where one orgasm began and another ended. Her mind and heart were full of bliss and him, the two sometimes blurring together.

When he finally came, filling her tight womb with his hot precious seed, she lost herself in pure bliss, a happiness beyond physical pleasure, a joy beyond orgasms, knowing that she was marked, owned, loved. She lay there limply in paradise, her stallion reaching down to kiss her as he continued to pound her through his climax, filling her with more and more of his love. She vaguely registered her belly stretching around her filling womb, her fur tugging taut as her tummy fitted snugly into the breeding rack's inflation recess. Her stallion went on and on, filling her more and more until it became too much for the tight seal of her pussy around his stallionhood. The dam broke, allowing his seed to spurt out around his pounding cock. Only then when she was so well and truly filled she couldn't fit another drop did he finally relent. Slowly he pulled his mighty length out, allowing her womb finally close up to seal his gift deep inside her, at least until next time he or the machine bred her silly. She faintly registered the tingling of his magic on her pussy lips as he clamped her folds closed with what was no doubt a sealing clamp attached to a breeding mare's chastity belt, designed to keep all his cum trapped inside to ensure a successful breeding.

She faintly felt her restraints released, allowing her hooves to hang limply on the rack. With the barest hold on consciousness, she felt him pull her entire body against his into a tight embrace. "You're gonna be a great mom, again," He whispered, stroking her full belly, "And this time, you're going to teach me to be a good dad." She smiled at the thought as she finally slipped away into absolute bliss. "Good night, player 1."