No, the problem was her giant fucking penis kept getting in the way. Soft, it reached the ground easily. Erect and it was bigger than she was. Puberty had hit, and she had very quickly resigned herself to not doing any kind of work that required running. Luckily for her, that wasn’t hard for a chocobo of her calibre to find. She had great genes and was very fertile, so she quickly settled into being a Professional Cum Factory. An award winning Professional Cum Factory too, much to her chagrin.
Vicky generally aimed for two shifts a day, on a good day. One in the morning, right after waking up, so she didn’t have to spend the day with full tanks. One in the evening, right before bed, because otherwise she’d be too horny to sleep. That was the ideal, but today wasn’t a good day. Most days weren’t good days, if she was honest, because all her friends and family were assholes. This would be her eighth time today, with no end in sight. Oh well, at least it meant she’d get paid. She slipped her face into the bridle, which was specifically designed to be possible at all for her to do without hands. It helped to keep her upright, though really the milking machine did most of the work in that regard.
Speaking of which, that was the next step. It was, much like the bit and bridle, designed with wings in mind. Just slide your massive fucking chococock into the big tube and then let the suction do the rest. She always hated this part. It didn’t feel bad. That was the problem, actually. It felt too good. Vicky clenched her teeth as it got to work, squeezing and groping and undulating around her shaft, slowly at first, but the pace picked up faster than she expected. It always picked up faster than she expected.
Vicky’s shaft was already so hard it hurt, but somehow it managed to get even harder. Thoughts of Behemoth Cock and Burmecian Ass and Moogle Tits filled her head unbidden as it throbbed and oozed thick precum, and the machine took that as a cue to pick up the pace. That made sense – it wasn’t designed for pleasure, and it certainly wasn’t designed with edging in mind. It had one purpose and one purpose only, and that purpose was to make her cum. Efficiently and copiously.
“K-kwehhhhhhhhh!!!!!![/b]”
Very, very copiously. The sheer force of her orgasm was enough that she slid back several feet, taking the milking machine along with her. Thankfully it was designed with that in mind, wheels and a track and everything. It was an industrial grade mother fucker, build to take massive cumshot after massive cumshot without breaking, which made the creaking and groaning noises it made all the more worrisome. “F-fuck, you piece of shit don’t you dare break you cost so much fucking money to replace,” Vicky muttered, barely coherent. The tubes stretched and distended, barely able to keep up with Vicky’s output of chococum – and the wires holding it to the ceiling actually literally just didn’t hold up, one of them snapping under the weight of gallons upon gallons upon gallons of premium breeding material. God dammit that was going to be a bitch to fix. Maybe it was outright time to invest in a new one. That was a galling realization, considering how expensive it was to buy and install, but it wasn’t like she was broke. Chocobo cum was, it turned out, a lucrative industry. Besides, she didn’t want to break it while she was using it. That ran the risk of injury, and as much as she resented it sometimes, Vicky really didn’t relish the idea of injuring her penis. She was pretty sure she could see some cracks forming near the head, and it had definitely gotten tighter since she’d gotten it. She couldn’t help being a growing ‘bo.
“... I’ll discuss it with that Dreamer cunt later,” she muttered to herself as her orgasm finally began to peter out, about twenty minutes after it began Her balls were noticeably lighter, though that wasn’t gonna last for long. Unfortunately. Hopefully the stupid thing could hold out until they got the replacement.
And, meanwhile, somewhere across time and space, a certain sheep found herself blushing furiously for no apparent reason. She’d been doing that a lot lately. “Why the fuck do I keep thinking about Final Fantasy?”
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