The dim yellow light of old bulbs barely passed at illuminating the dusty barn. Hay and rain mixed nicely to freshen up the sense of smell. Brice, Kevin, and Sammy, the only three Yoshis in their city that they knew of, crept in with the softest steps that their large boot-shoes could muster. Crickets chirped in the distance, likely gossiping over the three dino boys who entered the red and white building in the dead of night. 

"Yo, Kevin, you sure this is alright to be out here like this? I don't need your pops to pop my head off with a shotgun or nothin'." "Sammy, for the thousandth time, yes." Kevin says with the slightest raise in his voice to not be a total whisper, yet he did want to maintain some form of sneaky element just to be safe. "I know I haven't been here in ages, but dad's getting old. He's always been a heavy sleeper, and that was in his prime." Kevin hadn't been to this place in almost two decades, but the old dark wood in the barn looked the exact same as it had when he was young. He loved coming out here at night to talk with the cows or with himself about various things, things that either affected him or about whatever silly thought was in his mind. Brice and Sammy, however, were cut from a different cloth in the heart of the city. They were Bridle Isle Street born and raised, friends from the beginning, and accepting towards Kevin for the past two years while they all agreed to share the costs and labor in maintaining a joint living standard. At least, this was Kevin's mindset until recently when he decided they needed a little bonding time together, something deeper than a night out for bowling or the occasional lewd fantasy of the same sex.

Brice ran his blue hand over the surprisingly soft wood of an upright pitchfork and looked back to Sammy. "Besides, if someone DOES come out with a shotgun, I promise I'll use you as effectively as I can as a meat shield." Sammy, unamused and now more paranoid than ever, snorted from his big nostrils as the steam from his breath went right down to the hay-covered floor below and kicked up a few loose strands a foot or so away. "Oh, 'ha ha'." "Guys, chill, papa's out like a light. Just trust me on this one, okay?" They respectfully went quiet, save for a few snickers. Empty rows of stalls harkened back to better days for Kevin, when there was life within them. He knew his dad was getting older which made it harder and harder in maintaining this place, but it did little to comfort the reality he once lived. Seeing big black and white bovines sleeping or eating at the multitudes of hay was now nothing more than a bitter-sweet memory of better times. 

"Hey, is this what you insisted we come here for?" Brice's voice broke the nearly minute long silence during their investigation. Kevin, now smiling and in the moment with his two best friends and roommates, nodded in affirmation. "Yep! Those are the things we used on the cows every day and night." Sammy and Brice blink while they inspect what they see. Kevin knew this to be a milking machine, a good one that his dad installed for the whole barn when Kevin was around ten or so. Each pen had one, a metallic control panel with easy to follow instructions, four teat cups on a milking claw, or "cluster" as he knew it, and hosing that led from the ceiling to a back room. That quiet barn would come to a thrumming, chugging mess of noise and life whenever the whole assortment was doing its job. It was a happy memory, and a small escape to a better time in his life, for Kevin. Now, it was being fiddled with by two other Yoshis who would be more than likely to think cows milked themselves. 

Clattering sounds from the metal teat cups are heard as they hit together from Sammy and Brice's fiddling. Their meaty fingers poked inside a cup of their choosing and writhed around to get the best feel for the odd extensions as they could. "Yo, it's kinda soft in mine." "Yeah, same with mine. I guess this keeps the cow's tit kinda warm from the metal, or something?" Brice asks while they both look to Kevin, who now shakes his head and takes the compilation into his hand. He opens the metal lid that keeps the control panel from being damaged and pushes a few buttons that create satisfying clicks, both to the ears and to the impact felt against the finger of the one who is lucky enough to push them. Brice and Sammy both look at each other and shrug. Before they can say anything snarky about their hunch and Kevin's silence, a loud Voooom sounds from the next room. The motor, which hasn't been used in who knows how long, fires up to life in a total disregard to time. A loud hiss is also heard from the cups, to which Kevin points and smirks with an air of smugness. "Put your fingers in them now, boys." Obediently, they put their fingers back inside a teat cup, and their faces become white as ghosts. "A-ah! Get this damn thing off!" "D-dude, the fuck!?" Kevin laughs at their sudden, intense reaction to the milking machine's suction around their fingers as it latches and creates a prominent pressure inside their digits. "Hey, hey, chill! Wait a sec." "My finger's gonna fuckin' explode man! How-" In mid speech, the suction reached its pinnacle and the soft lining that Brice and Sammy once felt now began to squeeze and release at a rapid, one to two second pace. An audible and admittedly noisy ticking could be heard, a ticking that was caused by a built-in pulsator.

The three Yoshis stood still around the device, listening intently, processing. "See," Kevin began with  a little waggle of his tail, "the suction stops at a point. I mean, it continues but it doesn't get any stronger. But the real kicker is that liner inside because that's the thing that milks the cow's tit. It squeezes it in rhythm, kinda like a hand squeezing, tugging, and releasing. So, yeah, what do you guys think? Not too bad, right?" Brice and Sammy appear confused by the machine. Surely Kevin didn't bring them out here just for this. Sammy grips his cup and tugs his finger free, albeit with some difficulty. The ticking stops once Brice also pulls his finger out, and the loud hiss returns. "Uhh, well dude, it's interesting. I dunno about it being thirty-three miles worth of gas interesting, but yeah." He says while inspecting the hickey he now had over the finger that just got a relentless and, admittedly, satisfying massage from the tip to the base of his now slightly-swollen digit. Sammy held his finger as if it would fall off. "Yeah man, like, what the hell did you bring us here for anyway? This tech lesson isn't what I call a guy's night out, not compared to Dine n' Dash or anything else we could have done." 

Kevin smirked and wrapped his thumb and finger around the zipper of his loose-fitting jeans. He wanted them to understand that he had no intention of bringing them all the way to his home just to feel a milker on their fingers. He had far greater ideas. "Well, there's only so much fun we can have at Dine n' Dash you know." Slowly, he glided the black rim of the teat cup along the crotch of his pants while shooting them a look that could not be mistaken as a massive hint. Immediately they knew what this country pervert was up to after what they just experienced. "Ohh, you devious bastard." They all laughed, then covered their mouths just to make sure they kept their voices to a minimum. All of them were more than erect by now, their bulges shifting, flexing under the tight confines of dark blue jeans while their shirtless tops began to perspire ever so slightly. Their nostrils flared visibly like bulls ready to fuck one thing at the same time. Never had they felt so stuck-up as to keep their arousal hidden from one another, but this was going to be a first for them on various levels. It was time for Kevin to lead them into the moment.

"Now, watch." Kevin says with a little smile while Brice and Sammy nod. They were too stunned by the implication that they thought this must have been a twisted joke. It wasn't, not by a long shot. Slowly, Kevin began to lower the zipper as he spread his legs. That familiar, safe tearing and separation of fabric seemed more crisp and clear than it ever had in the past. A sudden white bulge poked out from the tight confines, but his penis needed further relief, it needed to greet its surroundings. Brice couldn't help himself. Before Kevin could go any further, he walked over and put his hands down on the bulge and slid his plump hand to the form that was Kevin's testicles. "Here, lemmie help with that dude." Kevin just let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, knowing what would come next. Brice, along with Sammy, began to free his cock and balls from the underwear he wore. A hefty eight inch cock flopped free to life, it's sweaty musk almost borderline nauseating to snouts such as theirs, but neither of them cared in the slightest. Their own cocks ached and twitched in their fabric confines which led to their thighs grinding away at the soreness that begged to be let out too. Sammy bit his lip and drooped his eyes while his yellow hand caressed those farm-raised nuts with such tender care that one would think he had a motherly instinct held deep inside him. "Fuck dude..." He coos all while gently kneading, rolling, and pressing just firmly enough against those swollen, sperm-filled balls that it causes the slightest amount of pain with a heap of pleasure. Already Kevin began to leak precum in thick wads, which Brice made sure to steal with his long tongue before it hit the floor. Unlike Sammy, who was too busy tending to the slightly-smaller-than-mellon-sized testicles, Brice grabbed one of the cold metal teat cups that continued to fill their spot with deep hissing. The other three clattered and thunked against each other and the floor until he held them up by the bulbous center where they all joined, on the claw itself. It was surprisingly hefty to balance in one hand. He took the cup he held with his other hand and rubbed it against the bulge in his jeans, feeling excitement rush over him in anticipation from the pressure of hard metal against his hard meat, but he had something else in mind for the moment. He had a cow right in front of him that needed milking, and it wouldn't be fair to tend to his own teat without this one getting relief first.

Kevin's eyes were almost closed as he stared straight ahead at a dark corner of the barn. It seemed he nearly forgot about why they were here, which Brice began to remind him when he put the teat cup right over the swollen head of his drippy penis. The harsh hissing began to die off as it latched onto the meat-teat with a FOOP, and Kevin's eyes shot wide open. "A-ah! W-wait man!" He pleaded. Both Yoshi's snickered and snorted, the breath of which blasted harshly against the needy male's junk which caused it to flex in delight. Brice wagged a finger teasingly up to Kevin's now trembling body. "Nuh-uh dude, you want us to get milked without showing us how it's done? That's not gonna happen." "N-no, I mean, a cock needs to be lubed up first..." He said with a groaning discomfort in his voice. He only ever felt this sensation once, way back when he first tried a milking machine out. That firm pressure from the suction and the tight dry wall of the cup made him cringe. Sammy and Brice both noticed he wasn't kidding, and Brice quickly took the teat cup off with a loud POOF as the hissing returned. Sammy, now clutching the base of Kevin's cock, quickly took half of his meat into his saliva-drenched maw. Instantly that borderline rug-burn sensation left the swollen head's tender flesh. That fat, yellow nose drew back and then towards Kevin's groin multiple times while Sammy got into the moment. "S-Sammy..." Kevin groaned. He didn't want it to stop, evidenced by his breathy huffs and a thick wad of pre that was now swallowed with gusto. He was more than lubed up now, but the process showed no signs of stopping. "Sammy?" Brice says while comically looking at the lemon-colored dinosaur who's eyes now widened. "Remember this?" He holds up the teat cup to remind him of the whole reason he was sucking cock. "Ah, right, sorry!" He chuckles in embarrassment. Just before he pulls away, he gives eight firm suckles on the rose-colored head, chlk chlk chlk chlk..., which almost causes Kevin to nut right there. Many climaxes had been spent on that very same method of head that he gave.

It was finally time to see what all the fuss was about. Kevin was almost struggling to stand by their unbridled attention to his cock and balls. His knees bent to prepare himself for what he remembered as one of the best feelings this world had to offer. Casually, Brice grabbed Kevin's cock at the base with a slightly firm grip to let the fat flesh plump up a little more. He holds the dairy milker right in front of the plump, swollen cock-head that seems to beg for mercy after being bullied by Sammy's expertly powerful maw, and pushes the cup over it along with a little less than half of Kevin's length. The hissing dies down like it had before, and Kevin's body grows stiff in anticipation. The pulsator begins to kick in now that there's a good, firm latch, and the sounds that it creates fill the barn with life. The motor continues a steady Rrmmm of a hum in the background while the harsh suction is subsided by the K-tchk k-tchk k-tchk of the pulsator that puffs out excess pressure and breaks the otherwise damaging power of the suction itself. The two males watch in awe as the cup seems to pull its way up his meat with each cycle of suck, pulse, release, yet it never goes further than the three or so inches it was latched onto. The walls inside smoosh his thick rod into a tight space between the walls of silicone, then release and allow the blood pooled in his erection to flow once more. It's a quick, seamless, and rhythmic process perfected for pumping dairy cows every single day across the world.

Within less than a minute, after not having cum for the past two days and being blown by a friend, Kevin clenched his fists and grit his teeth. The veins in his cock and balls pulsed visibly, as did his erection when began to shoot its load. Immediately the bulbous center of the milking claw turned opaque, and Brice could feel the once cold plastic turning warm. Semen, with the occasional concentrated sperm cell globules that were as thick as chicken and dumplings and the source of soreness he usually felt inside his balls, was pumped into the collector and quickly whisked away into the black pipeline that led to the ceiling. The puffing ticks of the pulsating walls died down slightly and were joined by the firm, strong sounds of K-dook that took the load away. Other machines could be heard starting up in the next room where the pipe went. High quality processing equipment began to start up, from pasteurizers to homogenizers and anything in between. They were ready, and already working, to turn Kevin's batch of potential Yoshi offspring into the next Grade A beverage. There was no chance of hearing the little pitter pattering steps of Kevin Jrs from this load, only the promise of being treated like the milk from a dairy cow's swollen udder. Brice chuckled in disbelief and amazement while Sammy began weighing Kevin's throbbing testicles. "Yo...how's it feel?" Kevin could hardly think. "A-amazing... it's... taking it and... and... ummm..." He mumbles as the black hose to the ceiling gently sways with each rush of semen that gets pumped up its length. Brice watched the flowing fluid inside the claw, catching glimpses of grey globules and thicker-than-usual strings of semen that seemed to swirl for a moment before being swiftly taken into the twitching, nearly pitch-black tube to his right. Sammy began to fondle those sperm filled orbs again, kneading them with the utmost care. With a free hand he makes a fist and gently presses it over and over again into his friend's sac to encourage a full, healthy climax. "U-uuughh...!"

Once it was over, Kevin sat down on his plump ass as did his friends. The opaque fluid in the orb was now riddled with stringy strands of semen that sluggishly moved towards the dark exit hole at the end of the claw that led to the pipeline, but it likely would not reach the dark tunnel and just be a reminder of Kevins' cock snot. He pulled the cup off to give his cock a well deserved breather, the slick meat stick looking just fine, albeit slightly red from the amazing hickey it received. Brice and Sammy were more than convinced that this was worth the road trip and already began to unzip their own jeans. Despite being the same species, they were slightly smaller than Kevin was at around six inches. Their balls, however, were just as big as his, and were set free from the confines of their open flies like a pair of breasts that jiggled and bulged against the tight space of their pants. It felt good to let them hang and press against something. With delight, they both took a free, untainted teat cup in their hands. "Wait," Kevin says while scooting up to them both on his knees, "allow me..." He makes sure to lube both of them up just like Sammy did for him, slurping strongly down to their base, and even using his tongue to caress their salty balls. Each one felt Kevin's nostrils puffing warm, yet cooler than what their body temperatures were, breaths from his big nostrils onto their groins and bellies. Once he's done, Brice and Sammy are panting and wagging their tails in bliss. "You are SO fucking good at that..." Brice says with a giggle as if he had been intoxicated. It was now their turn to try out the machine that gave Kevin so many fond memories of this place.

Smiling, Kevin took a teat cup in each hand and slid one over Sammy's cock, then Brice's. The suction was strong and the pressure built up like it had on their fingers. They began to panic slightly from the odd sensation, but like it had before it began to pulsate. The base of their cocks could be seen plumping up slightly and shrinking with each cycle that the milker went through, drawing the flesh in deep, squeezing it firmly, and pushing it all back into position. Sammy's eyes go wide to catch every detail of the machine taking his rod, while Brice is standing as still as possible with the dumbest grin plastered on his face. Kevin chuckles, glad to know that they are enjoying the sensation as much, if not more, than he has. "Feel nice?" He asks while rubbing both of their sweaty scrotums and using the tips of his fingers to press against the flesh of the testicles inside, each one easily taking up the full space of his palm. "Mmmmhmmmm..." "Oooh yeah." The smell of musk is impossible to ignore, as is the flaring of Kevin's nostrils that take it all in. Doing this put a smile on his face. He remembered how he would milk cows early in the morning with these milkers, how they'd moo and chew away at their cud without a care in the world. It was comforting, satisfying, and incredibly arousing to know that his friends were being treated just like the cows that he knew as his friends before.

"A-ahhh!" "Auugh shiiiit!" Kevin blinked from his daydream as he felt both scrotums drawing up slightly and the testicles inside beginning to twitch. He quickly looked to the orb that collected his spunk and saw it turn white with the semen of his friends. The familiar K-dook sound that took his away now began for Brice and Sammy as their tongues hung low in absolute bliss. Their cocks were relentlessly and methodically squeezed and sucked to encourage a proper, full draining of the thick fluid that surged from within their bodies. The amount of semen that was taken was far greater than Kevin's alone, and fat undulations could be seen traveling up the dark hose as the machine chugged away to take as much as it could per cycle. There was a slight build up of cum in the cups, but nothing overflowed.

K-dook, k-dook, k-dook, k-dook, k-dook...

"That's it guys, breathe... breathe. There ya go dudes, don't force it, just pump it out and let it all go." Kevin encouraged while he felt their balls twitch, tense, pulse, and thump in his hands. He couldn't help but begin to hum a little tune that he used to hum to cows those many years ago. It wasn't anything special, but he liked to think that it helped with the milk production. From what he could feel, it also helped with the cum flow too as the amount began to increase slightly. It was safe to say his friends would be forever grateful for this opportunity and that they wouldn't let this be the last time they were invited to Kevin's farm.