After a hard sleep Spike awoke with a loud, near obnoxious yawn. He could tell he overslept since the room was so bright. It had to be late morning if not early afternoon at least. He didn't have too much to deal with yesterday with the twins, but his sessions in between really took a lot of his energy. Now he heard a knock at the door as it opened.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." Twilight said with a sigh, looking like she had gotten little sleep if any when she took charge of watching the foals for the night. "Mrs. Cake came back early but she needs you again for another day. She said she'll be back tonight, she's just feeding the twins now." "Nnnnnghhhh... that's fine, I'll be- wait... feeding?" His eyes widened when he got a vivid memory of putting the bottle of milk that he used for his pumping sessions back into the fridge. He completely forgot to empty it.

Before Twilight could respond to his question with something smart about the need for mares to feed their young with milk, Spike had darted out of his basket bed and began running to Sugar Cube corner. The mare just blinked and shrugged, promptly taking the chance to lie in her comfy bed for some rest.

On his way to the bakery, Pinkie Pie bounced his way, almost running into the sprinting little dragon. "Heya Spikey ol' pal! Whatcha-" "Can't talk right now Pinkie I'm late, BYE!" Their transaction of words was in a completely slurried and hurried mess. Pinkie just kept bouncing forwards to where he ran from but her expression turned into one of perplexity.

Finally he arrived to the bakery. Panting and still trying to get his body to function properly he walked inside. Mrs. Cake wasn't at the counter. Gulping, he snuck into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Multiple bottles were still there, but the one that had a slightly different tint of white either wasn't there or his eyes weren't adjusted yet. With a little whine he went up to the Twins room where Mrs. Cake was seen standing on her hind legs against the crib with Pound held close and the bottle's nipple in his mouth. The mare's large crotchtits stuck out lewdly.

"Oh hello dear! Thank you so much for looking after my two cutie pies yesterday, I really appreciate it." She'd smile kindly as the nervous little dragon smiled and put his hand on his hip. "W-well it wasn't a problem Mrs. Cake, really." He'd grin and force a giggle, his eyes looking to the foals, the bottle, and a sneaky check at the breast pump on the table. His heart skipped a beat suddenly. He could see stains on the breast shield he used compared to the other pristinely clean one next to it. The mother just continued smiling, though her eyes drooped a bit. "I... did want to ask though, were you playing with that yesterday?" Spike's tail shot up straight and he shifted around nervously, obviously not good with hiding his emotions. 

"W-well I... I..." "Hehe it's ok Spike! No need to get bent out of shape over it, just be careful with it and yourself; the suction's quite strong if you put it up too high. It didn't hurt you did it?" He couldn't tell if she knew what he used it for or if she just thought he tried it on his belly and chest like he did at first. "U-uh... nope, not at all! I just turned it on to pass the time but I was still very close to the twins." She cooed. "That's so nice of you..." she'd pause a moment and just stare at him while he looked in various directions, obviously embarrassed. She didn't help matters by spreading her legs a little more to let him get a better look of her dark areola and nipples if he so wished. "Well if you like, I ordered a new one before I left and Twilight helped me set it up before I fed little Pound here; maybe you could test it out for me and recommend this mother if she should try it too." She'd have a slight seductive tone to the way she talked now, her eyes keeping a strong lock-on to the dragon's face which turned a slightly darker purple in a heavy blush at the offer and at the good view she gave him. "O-ok... is it stronger than the other one?" With that she handed Pound to Spike along with the bottle. "Much stronger, so be careful dear." With a little kiss of thanks on his head she walked out to the hallway. "I'll be back tonight Spike, just do what you did yesterday until then!" 

Spike just stood there next to the crib with Pound while Pumpkin gave a wave to her mommy, soon yawning and falling asleep in her crib. The little dragon couldn't believe how she handled the situation. His legs were trembling both in worry and from the sight of her udders almost touching the floor while she walked. He could feel the bottle pulling back and forth with each strong suckle that Pound gave on the thick nipple, Spike now realizing why he came back in such a rush. He looked at the bottle to see if the fluid inside was as white as the ones in the fridge and how much was left, only a quarter at most. "Aww fuck..." the boy whined in a defeated groan, biting his lower lip and squinting his eyes. The fluid definitely had off-white tones and some clumps in it that floated inside. He wanted to pull the bottle away but he knew that'd make him fuss and upset Pumpkin too, besides, Pound already drank most of the fluid. The dragon couldn't help but blush at the thought and sight of his own mix being gobbled up so eagerly. His cock began sliding from its sheath and quickly rose to a full erection while he continued letting Pound eat his meal, some clumps visibly sticking to the bottle and sliding down with the last bits of fluid into the depths of the contracting nipple. He finally pulled the wet nipple away with a loud pop from Pound's lips when he heard the last wet swallow.

"Mh, did you like my pumped nut milk buddy? Did it taste as nasty as it looked?" Pound just cooed and wriggled about while Spike burped the small foal. It was a good thing he had arrived in time before Mrs. Cake noticed the congealed pieces in the milk. He couldn't help from giving a thrust into the air from both the thought of what he allowed and in excitement to try out the new stronger pump. Once the foal had given a few cute grunts and burps he laid him down gently next to his sister and took the bottle downstairs to the sink. "This is what you should have done yesterday you dumb dragon... ugh..." he'd chastise himself, feeling pretty guilty at not either hiding the bottle better among the others or just emptying it in the first place. 

Once he finished scrubbing the bottle inside and left it to dry he went back to the twin's room, eyeing the pump on the table next to the chair he sat in yesterday. Grinning, he closed the door and sat in the chair along with the bottle of lotion he got before. He grabbed both cups, both attached with bottles already and set up to work like Mrs. Cake mentioned. He could see the pump's logo on the bottles. " 'TinaFoal' huh? Nice..." This pump definitely looked different from the bright pink color of the other one, now having a bright white finish to the plastic coverings. The controls and screen were not on the tops of the coverings either, instead being found on a small blue and white square-shaped motor that sat neatly on the table next to him. He looked at the manual and noticed there were quite a few settings compared to the other, even finding a way to remove the second cup for single pumping. 

After taking time to remove the other cup and ready the pump for solo use he lubed himself up and slid the tip inside the wide opening. With a deep breath to prepare himself he pressed the power button. Nothing happened. "What the heck?" He'd flip through the pages of the manual with a free hand while his other held the back of the pump like the last one to keep it steady. " 'Press and HOLD the powerbutton to turn the pump on.' Oh..." With a shrug, he did as instructed.

*Whoompa whoompa whoompa whoompa* The boy dragon grunted and clenched his toes cutely while he got used to the initial rapid sucks. A small light on the screen showed him this was a massage mode and the manual claimed it would encourage milk flow. Three other slots were unlit for now. While keeping the manual close to read on the settings and what each one did he got comfortable in the chair, taking a glance at the sleeping foals to remind himself not to yell out like last time. He turned the suction up by pressing the lit symbol, a number on screen switching from one to two, then to three and four. "Ngh... yeah that's pretty strong..." he'd grunt while watching the tip and some length being stretched forward at longer intervals, almost touching the plastic at the end of the funnel. "Let's see... 'let down mode' huh?" He clicked the symbol shown on the manual and the motor.

*Whoooom, whoooom, whoooom* "Ooo wow..." He could feel his cock tense as he flexed in the funnel, fattening the base up while pre was squeezed from his tip. The new setting reset the number back to one but he quickly cycled through the settings; five was where he stopped. There were four settings higher than that. With each increase in setting the pump whirred louder and the suck cycle lasted milliseconds more each time along with increased strength. He clenched his toes tighter as he could feel his orgasm approaching quickly, his body scrambling to the edge of his seat while he angled the cup and his cock down. "Hmph hmph hmph!" He'd pant through his nostrils and grit his teeth, trying so hard not to make noise. At the first spurt of cum he whimpered and his tail slapped against the fabric of the chair. It only made the foals shuffle slightly. Spike's entire cock undulated from base to tip as it expanded to let out the thick wads of cum. The flexible flange below had slight difficulty taking the first shot but the rest were shot down into the once pristine bottle below, the bottom already completely filled with his off-white fluid.

The intensity provided with the sensitivity that his cock felt, Spike pulled the cup off with a loud wet pop from the lube and turned the pump off; giving his still erect member a quick stroke. An extra wad of cum shot out and hit him on the chin. "Gross!" He'd grunt and whine while wiping it off with a tissue. He needed a break which he gladly took advantage of by going to the bathroom to urinate and clear his thoughts. Once that time had passed he was back in the chair and gawking at his produce in the bottle. He particularly liked the weight it added, surely part from the obvious thick clumps that riddled parts of the fluid. It was time to resume his pumping session.

Minutes passed of various whirrs in different tones and lengths of sound, the little dragon playing with the device as curiosity and fascination were just as important as the pleasure provided. Spike had tried every option except one. With a smile he put his digit on the button. *Whoomp whoomp whoomp WhooOOOOOMPH* "U-uhn..." he'd grunt and huff from the surprising setting. This one had become his favorite with only one cycle. With a glance to the manual he noticed this was a setting to provide relief for clogged ducts or a stronger let down. He could definitely feel that. It was still only on the first setting too, but it was enough to bring about another orgasm deep from his groin. He quickly shuffled again to the edge of his seat and tried to relax, finding it almost impossible to do so with that intense power. A cute grunt and a strained expression was the sign that he began cumming again, this time more than before. 

Cum flowed down into the bottle and splashed slightly as the pump shot his load inside without care. "F-fuck!" He'd grunt under his breath as he squirmed against the chair. A second orgasm quickly followed the one he just had right after his cock finished spurting the last wad out. He could feel his groin buttcheeks tighten and clench from overwhelming pleasure wracking his tired body which moved backwards against the seat as if to move away from the suction. The little dragon just shivered, his breathing stopping at long intervals as he focused on getting through another climax. He could hear the cum squirting into the bottle and splashing with the impact of fluid already pumped inside as if he was getting a cup of water. His tip began to itch slightly while semen felt like it was being pulled out of his cock before the contractions could force it out. It was an oddly pleasant sensation that would have been better if his cock and groin weren't so sensitive from prior orgasms. 

Exhausted, Spike quickly turned off the pump again and pulled the cup off his cock, stroking the final wad out which shot onto his snout. Rolling his eyes he wiped it off with the tissue from before. He sat there in his afterglow for minutes, trying to regain himself. He could feel the weight of the cup and bottle in his hand as he raised it up to look. He was astonished; the bottle was half full at just a little over seven ounces. The fluid was slightly see-through but the amount and clumps made it hard to see anything past a shadowy form on the other side. "Wow... I never thought I made this much~" He'd say with a giggle, quite proud of himself. 

Once he had gathered his thoughts and the strength to move again he unscrewed the bottle and put the cup on the table. It was just as messy as the one that he used yesterday, full of lotion and some cum that riddled the funnel. Unlike before he wouldn't make the mistake again and cleaned it out with some tissues, though it had a visible smear that he was unware how to remove. He had no clue that the parts could be removed and washed. Suddenly he began to hear fussing, the twins waking from their small nap. "H-hold on guys, I'm coming! ...Heh... I already came~" He'd smirk with pride while looking at the bottle in the sunlight that crept through the window. He needed to put the bottle somewhere so he could tend to the foals before they really began throwing a fit. Without thinking he grabbed one of the nipples for the bottle on the table and screwed it on, taking it back downstairs to the fridge. This time he was determined he wouldn't forget to remove it later but he had to act fast. He grabbed two more full bottles of Mrs. Cake's milk and put them on the table, getting a little cheeky idea to help him remember as he grabbed a removable marker that was left on the counter and wrote "Spike's milk, EMPTY!" on the bottle that he filled along with a crude little doodle of his face before putting it in the fridge. "Heh, alright Spike... don't forget it this time." With determination and an attempt at focus he walked upstairs with the bottles of milk, just in time for them to begin crying.