It was just a little past 8 when the door to the darkened house opened up, a little creek being heard. Its owner had returned, a chubby Charmander, all tired and achy from his duties. A soft sigh could be heard while his thick glowing tail glided about with each and every move he made, lighting the nearly dark and carpeted tunnel of the hallway. He blinked and stretched, trying to adjust and stay awake now that his brain knew it would be time to relax. A paw gripped the side of the door to guide it into place, clicks and slides being heard in his cranium in tandem with his dinky digits fiddling with the locks. He was nice and safe, and ready to unwind.

*Thump thump thump* went his feet, big, meaty feets for his small size. They pounded and pressed on the plush carpet under him, making invisible imprints in the fabric. Only when he began to turn a few lights on from the lamps did he notice, and get a good look at his familar home once again, even though the lighting was dim. With every moment of being inside he could relax more and more, but with relaxation came heavy eyelids. He wanted to remain awake but he knew he it would be futile; he'd just gotten off of work from a long week of mind bending stress and his body was ready for. What he needed was something no other Charmander had in the area for miles... probably hundreds and hundreds of miles. He needed a good, proper masturbatory session to ring in the weekend, to properly unload. But not just any kind, his would be quite the special one. The very thought excited him to the point of accidentally knocking a small lamp off of a desk with his tail. Thankfully there was not a shard out of place, and it was easily placed back, albeit with a sigh of aggrivation and a slap to the natural flame whip he carried. 

Moments later and his place had signs of life again. Some random music playing on a radio for ambience in the dining room, the glow of a flat screen flashing weakly, and a male stomping about to the living room with a snack in his hand. It was simple, but satisfying. But of course, the main attraction had yet to join him. With a smile he would place the snack, some kind of meat, down on a coffee table. Upstairs is where he needed to go for this special session of his, and upstairs he went, loud creeky and squeaky steps signalling where he headed. It would not be long either before he came back down with... something metallic, and box shaped. He'd place it casually down next to the chair he'd be sitting in too, before again, going right back up. It seemed he had more work to do before his relaxation could begin, but after a few more trips he managed to sit his chubby butt down. *POMF* sounded the soft, pillowy texture of the chair, air puffing against his backside nicely and tickling his black, sweaty hole. With snack at his reach and a good drink to go with it, he leaned over to the side of his chair and began to fiddle with what he'd brought down.

Little *dings* and *tings* would sound from whatever he was tinkering with, along with an occasional cute grunt and whine every now and then from himself. His body knew what it was getting in for, and it showed without shame. The flesh between his legs began to puff out and swell, expanding and widening from the inside out like a pair of pussy lips, only until "it" came out. A thick, black horse cock emerged proudly at full mast, along with a pair of baseball-sized nuts. His cock looked like it was on the verge of climaxing already, veins throbbing visibly while it spasmed, and his sac looked full... almost painfully so. Finally, he had what he was fiddling with, bringing it to light. It was a teat cup for a dairy cow, cold to the touch, only to be warmed slowly by the heat of a living thing touching it's stainless steel shell. It had a black ring around one end of it that looked quite large, but it actually had a fairly small opening, properly fit for a middle finger. The other end had a thick black hose that went on just a little, before it joined with some kind of plastic container, half circled and see through. Other teat cups were attached too, and they dangled and clanked together, but their openings were all plugged up. The container had another thick black hose at the end which led to the thing next to the Charmander's chair, the actual stainless steel container. It had small square shaped piece of metal on the top of it. And it was all connected to a clear hose opposite of the black on the container, leading a few inches away to the box shaped device, a motor complete with pressure gauge and adjustment nubbin. The cup in his paw looked stained, its shine not as bright as it should have been, a signal for the lizard having many a fun time with this device. He admired it and the whole machine in general, it was his pride and joy, one of the first things he'd gotten when he got a job.

But it was time to put it into action. His cheeks puffed up a bit, and a thick wad of spit flew out onto his throbbing meat; another paw gliding across in gentle strokes from tip to base. He could feel his nuts tense, and soon a powerful pulsating surge went from his left buttcheek through his length. A white dollop formed on the tip, just staying there. It looked thick, almost chunky, so it was no surprise to him that it made him huff in relief to have it out of his body. There was far more to empty though, and it was time to begin his weekend. He would lean to the side and flick a switch to the motor with his claw, a loud *BRRROOOM* being heard, followed by a low *Whrrrrr* that filled the room with near calming noise. The teat cup also chimed in, giving off an airing *TSHHHH* as it sucked in air. This always got him turned on, to hear the functions of the machinery going and doing their job, all while he would get to rest from his. Slowly, almost teasingly so, he would lower the cold black silicone to his black equine meat. Suddenly... *FOOMPH!* it latched, and he clenched his whole body. 

The suction was seemingly cut off completely, the loud hissing silenced itself to nothing more than a pressurized whisper; the lizard's cute little whines being the only thing that sounded next to the motor. And suddenly, another sound began. *Ticka... ticka... ticka, ticka, ticka, ticka....* It was from that little metallic piece on the top of the container, a pulsator, the piece to work magic in milkers. Its twin sliding pistons worked away with delight, cutting off the suction when needed, but only for moments at a time to make the silicone liner inside contract and tug at whatever was inside. He could feel every bit of it, especially on the plump, already swollen head; the sensation so overwhelmingly satisfying that he had to will himself not to pull it off. The cup only managed to take about half of his cock inside of it, stopping just before the plump ring of his member, but it was enough to enjoy.  It also made its own sounds, like a compressor being turned on and off, or like a "huffing" and "puffing" sound. He could hear the ticking and soft whirr get interrupted by a loud *SHLLP* sound, remembering that his wad of chunky pre now being pumped helplessly down the unknown of the thick hose. It was all such a delight, and completely handsfree, allowing him to grab his snack with ease while watching what was on the television on mute. 

Minutes passed, his tummy filling as he savored his meat and milk snack, fitting for the act being done; the orchestra given by the machinery satisfying auditory stimuli. He felt like a king. And then, he clenched again, this time with more intensity. His paw gripped the metal cup and his eyes shut tight, his teeth bared down in his mouth, and his other hand clawed at his chair. "MMmmmngh!!" he'd groan out, almost sounding as if he was in pain. Indeed, a painfully blissful release of his sperm. A pulse surged through his body from head to toe, and his penis expanded before spitting out a thick wad of the chunky gunk. But the machine could have cared less, it was designed for one job: extract milk. Regardless if it was a bit chunky in consistency, the machine did just that; the sounds not halting or losing tone at all. It easily took in the load and pumped it into the plastic piece, fogging it up as it sloshed around and stained all sides with broken off ropes before disappearing with undulations down the hose, and splashing audibly into the tank that had been slightly filled from prior use. After the second wad, his orgasm was in full effect, pumping out his seed with efficiency and glee that caused the pieces to wobble and undulate with each shot; the lizard at every point in this process trying his best not to pull out. It was so intense. He had a dreamy, lazy lidded expression on his face, more so than the one before when he was exhausted. After about a full minute of an eternity of pleasure, his load slowly came down to nothing more than contractions; the suckling of the cup now far too much for him to handle. Quickly, in one fell swoop, he pulled the cup off of his cock, his saliva and cum coating the walls inside enough to make it come off with ease and a loud *POP.* "Ahhhhhh..." he huffed in relief, a male's call of pure bliss. He sat there, admiring the cup like one would a lover, his eyes glancing at the stained plastic and trailing down to the steel tank. His little digit wiggled about over the edge of his chair to find the switch, filcking it off, the pressurized hiss dying off to nothing. After putting the cups neatly together on top of the tank, he gave it a light pat as if to say "Good job", and promptly fell asleep in his chair.