ROYAL REWARD: The Collector: Pokémilk (Milk Station TF, Pokémon)

With a yawn, Shushuka snatched her cup from the coffeemaker and took a long, deep sip. Closing her eyes, she sighed in relief. Ahhhh~. She felt more awake already! There was only one thing that could make it better…

Hugging it to her chest, enjoying the warmth of the cup against her breasts, she ambled over to the fridge and wrenched it open. When she peered inside, however, she couldn’t find her target. Where was it? They had to have some, didn’t they? How could–? How could they not have any?! 

“Fabia!” she cried, whirling away from the fridge so fast she sprayed coffee across every surface in the kitchen. “Where’s the milk, nya? Why don’t we have any milk?” 

Her obedient maidbot, Fabia, hung by the doorway, looking about as smug as it was possible for an emotionless robot to look. “I’m afraid we do not have any milk, Mistress. While I informed you of the lack several times, you neglected to purchase any.” 

Shushuka scowled. “I don’t remember you informing me about anything.” 

Fabia’s eyes flashed. “I informed you of the shortage at the following instances: Monday, 06:30; Monday, 12:15; Monday, 16:42; Tuesday, 06:15; Tuesday, 09:30; Tuesday, 15:10, Tuesday, 17:20; Wednesday, 07:00; Wednesday, 09:02; Wednesday, 10:09; Wednesday 15:10; Wednesday, 17:08; Thursday, twelve minutes ago–”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” said Shushuka, slumping back into her chair. “Urgh, how am I supposed to take my coffee without milk, nya? I want it like I like my women! Full of cream!” She rubbed her crotch, which was already bulging. How was she supposed to start her day without a nice cup of coffee and an even nicer masturbation session? Life was so unfair! 

With a snarl, she flung her mug into the dishwasher and marched off in the direction of the door, stamping her feet like a child in a tantrum. 

Halfway there, she came to an abrupt stop. “Wait!” she cried, whirling on the spot for the second time in as many minutes. “I know a way we can get milk, nya… Fufufu… Fabia, do nyou remember those prey we picked up from the world full of weird animals?” 

Fabia, who had a literally photographic memory, nodded slowly. 

“Have them sent to the processing room, nya. I have the purrfect idea for them.” She rubbed her penis with a smirk. “I’m going to get some milk and deal with my morning wood, nya. Fufufufu…” 

*

May screamed as she shot from the pipe, slung straight down into what looked like a long strip of sticky, see-through tape. With a squeal, she slammed into it chestfirst and immediately shot back up, rebounded. Instead of flying free of it, however, she came to an abrupt stop, stuck like a fly in a trap, and promptly shot back down as the tape snapped back into shape again. A moment later, it jerked forward, freeing up a space for Dawn to land behind her. She hit the belt butt first, making it ripple even harder.

Her heart pounding, May struggled to sit up and looked around, but her boobs were glued to the belt, and this made it somewhat difficult. What she could see told enough of a story on its own: a gigantic factory of belts and conveyors and enormous, boxy machines, all made of smooth pink plastic. Even the belt they were on resembled it, though it was a little more gummy.

Trembling, May struggled to fit this into her understanding of events. One moment, the two of them had been training their Pokemon together, and the next they’d been sucked up by a kind of giant UFO. Inside, they’d been dropped in a kind of glassy cage, where they’d been left alone for several hours and then, just as they thought they might have been forgotten about, they’d been sucked up and deposited here. What was going to happen to them now? 

“Wh-where are we?” cried Dawn. 

“Oh, I can answer that!” cried a new voice. May snapped her head to the right and found herself staring at a young woman in a tight fitting catsuit. Appropriately enough, she had a cat’s ears and tail and, less appropriately: a gigantic bulge. May could only stare at it in horror. 

“Wh-who are you?” cried Dawn. “Why did you bring us here? Let us go!” 

The catgirl cocked her head with a frown. “Why did I bring nyou here, nya… Hmmm… How to explain…? Let’s see… Do nyou take nyour coffee with milk or without?” 

The two of them stared at her. “What?” said May.

She shrugged. “Eh, it’s probably easier just to show nyou, nya.” And with a snap of her fingers, the belt beneath them flew forward, thrusting them both towards the mouth of one of the many boxy machines. May squealed in terror as it swallowed her like a Gulpin. Wh-what was–? What was–? 

With a shunk, the door snapped shut behind her, cutting her off from Dawn and throwing her into darkness. For several seconds, she simply knelt there in terror, struggling to figure out what was going on.

Just as she thought she’d never find the answer: a light snapped on with a click. A second later, another followed it, and then another and another and another and another, till she was surrounded by a whole false starscape of twinkling pink pinpricks. Their thin beams surrounded her like a million strings, working all over her, but only as her clothes fell from her body did she realize what they were doing. 

Squealing, May struggled to cover herself, but she could barely even tear her arms from the belt, let alone actually conceal anything. Finally, her bra burst with a snap, and her panties slid from hips in two separate pieces, joining the rest of her clothes in tatters on the conveyor. A vacuum snapped on and sucked them away with a whirr, and with that, they were gone–she was naked. 

Whimpering, she slammed her thighs together and managed to peel her arms from the belt so she could cover her exposed chest. What were they planning to do to her? 

With a click, something moved in the darkness. May had just enough time to flinch in shock before it shot out and grabbed her: a pair of mechanical arms, each latched to one of her wrists. Tightening, they wrenched her arms apart, freeing her chest to bounce in the open. “H-hey! L-let me go!” 

Ignoring her, the machine held her in place as something else uncoiled from the darkness. At first, May thought it was another pair of mechanical arms, but as they approached she realized it was something even more sinister. Suction cups, each containing a sharp, needle stinger. 

Squealing, she tried to draw back, but before she had a chance, they caught: suckering to her breasts, they latched tight, refusing to release her, and as she screamed in terror, their giant needles extended, glinting in the light, and slammed straight into her nipples. 

May screamed. There was no pain, but the sensation she felt was even worse: it was like they were pumping something into her. She could feel it as it poured into her breasts, and with it came an intense sense of fullness and tingling, which left her biting her lip and whimpering, wanting to moan in lust. It should have hurt, but instead it felt so good. 

Before her eyes, her boobs started to swell, skin squeaking with the strain. She screamed again, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Reducing to whimpers, May could only watch in terror as another batch of arms unfolded from the wall. This round were tipped in sprayers, and for a moment she thought they were going to paint her: instead, they produced a thick cloud of pink gas, which made her squeal as it filled her eyes, choking and struggling to keep breathing. The gas coated her all over, and as the arms finally withdrew and it began to fade, she found herself as sparkling and slick as if she’d been varnished. 

More arms, each with more insidious appendages. Some of them had needles for tips, and these slammed into her thighs and her buttcheeks, making her squeal as they fattened like her boobs before them. The other arms had even stranger attachments: one, which slammed into her stomach, was halfway between a personal heater and a clamp, and as it tightened, she could only whine and squeak as its terrible warmth spread through her. 

Four new arms approached her. These were tipped with cylindrical clamps, and as they tightened on her limbs, she squeaked, struggling feebly to pull out of them. Soon her arms and legs were tingling just as intensely as the rest of her body, and as she tried to pull them free, they collapsed in on themselves, shriveling like plants in the desert sun. By the time the clamps pulled away, her arms had been left as little more than stickers on her front, and her legs had been fattened up and folded. Her fingers and toes were gone, replaced by hooves.

Finally, three last arms slammed into her, two into her head and one into her tailbone. Stabbing at her and pinching her, they heated her and drew back, teasing her flesh like hot metal in the pliers and sculpting it as they tugged till it was a different shape entirely. By the time they released her, she had a cow’s ears and tail, just waiting to be recolored. 

Under the tender care of the machine, she continued to grow, larger and larger, her skin slicker and slicker, squeaking with the strain of holding in her new contents. She felt so full, so impossibly full she wanted to burst, and by the time the machine finally released her, she was almost certain she would. 

At last, with a clack, the arms let go, and she dropped to the belt with a squeak and lay there squirming and flat on her bloated boobs and swollen udder, leaking milk all over the conveyor. 

With a schunk, the door opened, and May found herself shuttled back outside into the open, where the catgirl with the tight clothes and the penis was standing waiting for her, rubbing her hands together greedily. 

“Oooo, nyou came out so purrfectly, nya! Just look at nyou!” Grabbing May’s sides, she ripped her off the belt and squeezed her tight, making May squeal inside as the pressure forced milk out of both sets of her teats. “So big and squishy and milky, nya!” 

Giggling, the catgirl hauled her over to a dress, where a couple of cups of steaming coffee were waiting. Holding her over it, she wrapped her fingers around one of May’s giant teats and, squeezing tight, forced a thick stream of milk out of it. Internally, May screamed in delight.

Slinging her aside like a sackful of trash, the catgirl picked up her coffee, sipped it, and grinned. “Nyot bad, nya. A little plain though.”

May could only whimper.

From the machine came a ding, and with a schunk, out shot Dawn, or what had once been here. With her swollen, rubbery body and enormous udder, she looked less like a human being and more like a Miltank. 

Giggling, the catgirl ripped her off the belt, hauled her across the room, and squirted some of her milk into the other cup of coffee. Unlike May’s, it was a light blue, and when she sipped it, she cocked her head, frowning in thought. “Blueberry, huh? That’s weird, but I’m nyot complaining, nya. Actually, I kinda like it.” 

Taking another big chug of coffee, she slammed her cup onto the table and turned back to face them. “Nyow that I’ve had my coffee, I guess there’s only one thing left to do, nya.” 

She grabbed her catsuit and ripped it open, freeing her twelve-inch cannon of a penis to spring out into the air. Riddled with veins, it was already dripping precum, and when the catgirl took it in her hand, it thrashed like a violent animal.

May could only squeal as it entered her.