He was about to be milked by sentient robots, and that fact was going to make the incoming experience much more unique...That phrase best summarised the excitement that was running in the lombax-cow’s head, as he watched the preparations for his third milking session while wearing his body-fitting latex outfit: laying on a metal table in a relaxed manner, he watched as a female version Foxy and Mangle, two well-known animatronic robots that had gathered quite a bit of experience in milking male volunteers, set up a couple of machines around him, such as a green cylinder with a mask attached to it by an accordion-like tube and a black tank connected to a milker. The two were very excited to give Ratchet a lovely milking for two simple reasons: firstly, because they’d heard good things about him from Rivet and Fox, the previous two individuals to have milked the lombax-cow, and, secondly, because it was going to be the first milking session for two of the animatronics’ friends: Roxanne, a wolfess, and Glamrock Chica, a chicken. While the two robots prepared the milking equipment, ensuring everything was in order with the various machines, Mangle explained, with her robotic voice, what was about to happen to Ratchet: “So, two of our friends will be visiting very soon and we will teach them how a proper milking is done: be sure to be a good cow and to make this easy for them, but I’m certain there won’t be any issues~ You got that, Ratchet? ”“Y-Yes, ma’am... M-Moooooo~” Ratchet replied soon after, excitement visible on his furry body as he tried his best to remain immobile, already imagining the pistons milking him dry... But his penis still didn’t rise, since there was still a bit of tension due to the unknown nature of the two female robots that would milk him. A tension that, however, disappeared as soon as the punk wolfess animatronic and the Glamrock chicken animatronic showed up, with their revealing “outfits” and “fit” bodies that had been built over their endoskeletons. “Whoa...” Ratchet muttered to himself, as he looked at the wonderful animatronics that had just entered the room: with his whole body relaxing, the simple fact he was going to be milked by such good-looking (albeit artificial) made him believe that the milking was going to be 10 times hotter than he originally thought. “You like what you see?” Roxanne broke the silence in the room, posing naturally as she watched the lombax-cow melt in front of her. “I’d say that’s a yes~” Glamrock Chica added, before Foxy and Mangle approached the two female animatronics. “Roxanne, Chica, there you are.” Foxy smiled, as she stood besides the wolfess. “Are you ready to learn about the wonders of milking? “She then asked, winking with her right eye. Both Roxanne and Chica nodded, while continuing to look towards Ratchet. “If we are milking that handsome lombax-cow, then absolutely~” The wolfess replied, with Chica keeping her smile on her beak. “You’re in luck, girls, because that’s exactly who you’re going to milk today.” Mangle happily announced, as she then moved a bit closer to Ratchet and looked at him. “Ratchet, these are the two girls that are going to learn how to milk, with you as their subject: say “Hi” to them.” She smiled as much as her robotic mouth allowed. “H-Hi...” Ratchet waved his right hand shyly towards the girls, a blush forming on his cheeks: they really looked like wonderful animatronics, so much so that he was really grateful he was going to be milked by them. And that was proven by his penis, which was slowly growing, the lombax-cow not even realizing that. “Hello, lombax-cow~” The two girls waved at the same time, with hints of lust coming from their robotic voices. “We can easily tell you’re more than happy to see us: the feeling is mutual. Glamrock Chica revealed, her words being genuine. “And you’ll definitely make the job for us easier: good cow.” Roxanne added. “Y-Yes... Mooooooooo~” Ratchet responded, obtaining a satisfied “Good” from the girls. Harmony seemed to blossom already between Ratchet and the two soon-to-be milkers and both Foxy and Mangle were pleased to see that, as they went to position the milking machine and gasmask required for the session right next to table. Once that was done, Foxy gently handed Chica the “love mask” and Mangle gave Roxanne the milker itself. “I’d better explain how this works, so you can give this cow the most love.” Foxy began, placing herself right alongside Chica and pointing with her right hand at the various components of the black mask, which resembled a leather muzzle made specifically for Ratchet. “You see, there are two holes here to ensure he breathes properly, whereas these two little holes beneath them are the ones from which the gas will be constantly released. At first, the gas is neutral and has no effects, but, to give the gas its horny flavour...” She interrupted herself for a second, showing a pair of buttons located right on the upper part of the mask, above the breathing holes. “You simply press the button on the left: the amount of gas that’ll be released has already been predetermined based on our data on him, and I will be the one to start the gas, so giving it flavours is all you’ll have to do. However, you can still regulate the quantity by rotating the button (clockwise for more and anticlockwise for less), even though I recommend not doing anything. And inserting this is a piece of cake: just put it like you’d put a muzzle, ensuring the two holes are where his nostrils are.” She concluded his explanation, before asking “You got that?” Glamrock Chica quickly nodded. “Got it.” It wasn’t that hard, she thought, as she held the mask and felt its consistency. In the meantime, Mangle was explaining to Roxanne how the milker itself worked, using her head to point at the various pieces of equipment. “So, the pistons behind the resistant glass are what actually stroke the male: by moving up and down, they hit his penis’ nerves, with the effects you’d expect on him.” She began. “Obviously, be sure to lubricate the milker a little bit with something, so that it slides more easily onto the penis: nonetheless, do so without too much strength, or you may cause abrasions.” She continued with her explanation, before moving to the rubber tube itself. “Now, this tube will send the extracted milk to the container located behind the table, thanks to a series of mechanisms running along it. However, you have to be extremely careful with inserting the end of the tube inside, since you have to put it very slightly in the lombax-cow’s urethral hole, so that as little sperm as possible is lost. Remember, very slightly.” Mangle explained, underlining that last point. “Finally, to control the milking machine, I will be the one using the workstation located behind me.” She concluded, pointing back with her head to a control panel, where each button and lever was properly labelled. “Got it?”“You can count on that~” Roxanne replied. “Wonderful: you may start once Ratchet gives the go ahead.” Mangle announced. And it wasn’t long before the excited lombax-cow firmly said the word: “Ready. “As soon as the two newbies heard Ratchet’s order, they quickly rushed to the positions they were expected to be in: Glamrock Chica to the right of Ratchet’s head, and Roxanne to the left of his genitals. The robotic chicken was the first to act, holding the mask and getting ready to slowly bring it down on the lombax-cow’s lower face, ensuring to do so with care. “I can’t wait to learn how to milk cuties like you~” Her beak smiled, looking at Ratchet from above as she lowered the mask on him with one hand, while she used her other to keep Ratchet’s chin up. Following that, she moved her eyes as close to the lombax-cow’s nose as possible, looking for his nostrils: once she found them, she placed the mask properly, giving Ratchet all the necessary space to breathe, without any hinders. “You can breathe properly, can’t you?” The Glamrock animatronic asked, really wanting to have her first experience with milking go as smoothly as possible. The male on the table nodded, taking deep breaths to confirm there were no problems with his breathing. “Yes, moooooo~” he replied, his voice a bit muzzled by the mask over him, but still understandable and audible. “Great~ Now let me just~” Chica interrupted herself, satisfied, as she went on to lock the strap behind his head. To do so, though, she required Ratchet to raise his head slightly from the table, something that the lombax did without receiving any order, since he was smart enough to understand he would speed up the process and feel the deserved pleasure sooner than later. However, to his surprise, he started hearing something before Chica would lock the strap. Indeed, Foxy had just turned on the gas, and Ratchet could hear the sound of a small, revving engine coming from the little holes that the robotic fox had indicated as the ones from where the gas would be released. However, that was just noise, since the gas wasn’t having any effect on the lombax, only a bit of colder air blowing onto his mouth and nose. “W-What is this...?” Ratchet asked, having forgotten what Foxy had told Chica earlier. Foxy intervened, loudly explaining: “This was me just turning the gas on, which is harmless: once Chica presses the button, the gas will turn into a pleasant aphrodisiac.” She clarified. “Oh, OK” Ratchet nodded, while the strap was locked behind his head by the robotic chicken, who then gently placed his head back down and caressed his hair gently. “Are you ready to feel Heaven~?” She asked tenderly, placing her finger right over the button that would turn the neutral gas into an aphrodisiac. Ratchet nodded slightly, too excited by the idea of so much arousal ready to hit him. And that would be the last rational thought he would have for a while. That was because the Glamrock animatronic had pressed the fateful button she’d been instructed to press, and it didn’t take long for the neutral air to become a strongly arousing one: a scent of a female in heat, mixed with the natural scents usually present in a forest. The effect on the lucky lombax was almost instantaneous, with his penis standing up, reaching its maximum length and stiffening as much as it could, while Ratchet’s mouth let out pleased moans. In the meantime, Roxanne had just returned from a warehouse not far from the room, where she’d acquired the necessary lube to smoothen Ratchet’s penis and make the insertion of the milker easier. With a grin on her robotic face, she opened the bottle of lube and decided to pour it over the male’s erection for around a second, the liquid causing the lombax to let out a quick moan and have his penis twitch in the air a couple of times: he really was a horny lombax-cow. That horniness was increased by the wolfess’ following move, which was to collect some of the lube on Ratchet’s crotch area to rub it on his fully erect penis. She decided to do so seductively, slowly collecting what had fallen on Ratchet’s suit and moving her hand up the lombax-cow’s penis, feeling its stiffness, before moving back down the same path once she reached the tip. Such a slow stroking caused Ratchet to wiggle on the table, moans of pure pleasure coming out of his mask. That was accompanied by teasing words from the wolfess, such as “And I thought I was more excited for this experience~” and “Be a good cow and warm up a bit, since this is nothing compared to what is about to come~”. Such playful teasing, though, could not last forever: she had a job to do, and she needed to go forward with it. Consequently, after a couple of slow strokes, which had succeeded in raising the lombax-cow’s horniness, she grabbed the milker and looked at Ratchet straight in the eyes. “You ready to moo like you’ve never moo’d before~?” She smoothly asked. “Y-Yes, mooooooooo~” Ratchet replied, showing who he really wanted to be. “Good cow~” Roxanne smiled, bending forward to give a gentle caress to Ratchet’s head, before preparing the milker: with a precision common to robots like her, she carefully aligned the milker above Ratchet’s penis, moving it around with millimetrical precision, as proven by the very little movements her robotic parts were doing. Once she calculated the position to be perfect, she slowly lowered the milker onto the lombax-cow’s penis, hoping that she wouldn’t scrape that sensitive part of his or damage it. Her carefulness turned out to be the right approach, since the pistons slid against his penis very gently, not causing any damage; in addition, gentle wiggles helped in pushing the milker a bit deeper whenever it would run into a small bump caused by the erection. Once the milker itself was put into place, it was time to insert the tube on the tip of the penis, by far the most delicate part of the operation: if the tube was misplaced, either a remarkable quantity of milk would be lost or Ratchet’s penis would be in pain. She had to be perfect if she wanted to give the lombax-cow the maximum amount of pleasure she could give. Consequently, she didn’t say aword during that precise part, while Ratchet’s muscles tensed up in order to limit his movements to a bare minimum: despite the horniness running through him, he still had enough space for a few rational thoughts. With the tension between the two extremely high, Roxanne used all her robotic precision to place that tube where it belonged, focusing on every millimetre as it entered the round, open circle located at the top of the milker, before going down the very little space between the round hole and Ratchet’s penis. It moved, moved, until... contact was made with the urethral hole. At that point, Roxanne moved the tube just a tiny bit more, before stopping and waiting for Ratchet’s reaction. No pain seemed to come out of Ratchet’s eyes or moaning sounds, so Roxanne imagined she’d done everything correctly. Of course, the definitive proof would come once Mangle would turn on the milking machine, and she was on it. Soon, Ratchet would feel the most amount of pleasure he could ever feel from a milking. Indeed, when the milking machine came to life, the lombax-cow realized that it was a very new and well-oiled machine, which had never been used in the past: in fact, its movements were smooth and regular, creating nice friction along his hard penis and causing Ratchet to moan almost as the machine was turned on. “M-M-Moooooooh~” The lombax-cow attempted to moo, but the animal call sounded more like a horny moan that wanted more. That was the message the female animatronics understood, judging by the comments that followed: “You love it, don’t you, you horny cow~? That’s good, because we love it just as much~” were the words that came out of Glamrock Chica’s mouth; “I think we should crank it up to the maximum, I want to hear his moaning moos~” Roxanne proposed, holding the milker down as it continued with its movements, uninterested on what was happening around it, while the animatronic wolfess was also taking the opportunity to play with Ratchet’s pent-up balls, gently fondling them and squeezing them lightly with her robotic fingers. “I’m sure there are heavy loads of milk waiting to be extracted from here~” She teased, feeling the orbs curling up like an anti-stress ball in her free hand. “And I’m sure the milking machine will create an orgasm you’ll never forget if Mangle puts it at the highest setting~” She added, looking towards the white and pink animatronic, as if to ask her to increase the strength of the milker. The fox animatronic picked up Roxanne’s sign language and replied with a question: “Are you sure? You’ll have to hold the milker tightly, since it’ll flail around due to the strength.” She thenwarned.“100% sure.” Roxanne replied, nodding in order to strengthen her claim. “As you wish~” Mangle was convinced, her hesitation gone as she rolled the wheel that placed the milker at its highest possible setting: Ratchet was about to get run over by an incredible wave of pleasure, with his penis on the verge of being stroked at a superhuman speed. In fact, the sheer speed of the rapid stroking took the lombax-cow by surprise: it was something he’d never even dreamed of feeling, despite the various milking sessions he’d already taken part in. Holding himself tightly to the sides of the metal table he was laying on, he bent his head back as much as he could, while his penis was ravaged by the extremely rapid and arousing 4strokes/second the transparent cone was giving. To say the milking machine was a strong and formidable mechanical piece was an understatement, especially considering the fact Roxanne was using all her strength to hold the milker in place, as if she was trying to hold a shaking washing machine in her robotic hand. It’d become clear to her why Mangle had warned her on utilizing that setting, but she wanted to show she was worthy of milking a lovely lombax-cow like Ratchet, so, despite her light grunts, she maintained her grip on the wild milker, while still playing with Ratchet’s balls. “J-Just for you~” She managed to say, looking at Ratchet, while biting her robotic lips due to the strain. Glamrock Chica, on the other hand, was extremely relaxed, considering all she had to do was to look over the lombax-cow, standing behind his head to check that nothing was going wrong. Judging by Ratchet’s facial expressions and increased breathing, though, the animatronic chicken could easily assume that everything was working properly: they had the lombax-cow nice and hornyon the table, being milked as hard as possible, with his eyes half-closed and sweat shining on his furry head. As a matter of fact, she was so satisfied with the job she and Roxanne were doing, she decided to give Ratchet some words of encouragement. “Look at you, you’re the best and most proficient cow I’ve ever seen, you really are a fantastic boy: I’m certain your milk will be loved by everyone, so keep up the great work, you cutie cow~” She genuinely smiled, excited like a fangirl while saying such words. The two girls’ good work was later confirmed by Foxy, who’d abandoned her post to have a look at the ongoing milking. “I have to admit, I’m really pleased with your work, so far: I can tell from here that he’s being inebriated by the love you’re giving him, you’ve placed him in a Heaven I’d never thought you’d be able to bring him to.” She complimented, smiling throughout her speech while having a closer look at the horny lombax-cow: he was panting loudly beneath the mask due to the workout his penis was receiving from the ruthless milking machine, while not even looking at it, instead looking up towards the animatronic chicken above him. For that reason, Ratchet could not foresee Foxy’s next move, which would send Ratchet even deeper in the horny Heaven he’d found himself in. All of a sudden, the lombax-cow felt something similar to a claw creating a circle-shaped hole in his latex cow suit, right between his lower abs: if he wasn’t busy with enjoying the sensations of the milker strapped to his penis, he would’ve been disappointed by having his precious latex suit damaged by it. Thankfully for him, though, the cut part was tiny and that was done for a reason he’d soon become aware of: having easy and unlimited access to his bellybutton. Unbeknownst to him, Foxy had set her eyes on that target, knowing that Ratchet, after the initial surprise, would find incredible pleasure from the teasing of his navel between his abs. That was her secret weapon and what made her stand out from other animatronics that offered milking opportunities: she really hoped that, by showing how it was done, Roxanne and Chica would inherit such knowledge to continue attracting volunteers such as Ratchet. Consequently, after retracting her robotic claw, she expertly dug her index into the lombax-cow’s bellybutton, gently rotating it like a drill, knowing where to find the nerves that would trigger Ratchet’s pleasure. While doing so, the two Glamrock animatronics admired the red and cream robotic fox’s movements with awe: they didn’t know that such a technique to give more pleasure to the milked individual existed and, judging by the increased moans and moos coming from the lombax-cow, Foxy was working her magic. All of them seemed to be having a great time, especially the milked Ratchet. In particular, the horny lombax-cow was huffing very rapidly in the mask placed on his muzzle, which was causing him to inhale more and more aphrodisiac, creating a cycle that would send him into an explosive orgasm very soon: all his muscles were tensing up under the latex suit, especially the ones around his crotch and his lower chest areas, due to the constant stimuli they were receiving from the milking machine and Foxy’s robotic fingers, respectively. His fur was also soaking in sweat and his penis was already leaking transparent pre into the tube. It would be just a matter of seconds before Ratchet would shoot out that rare, sought-after lombax milk into the animatronics’ container: that happened when Roxanne squeezed the male’s balls in a slightly different way compared to earlier, which hit the nerves in the lombax-cow’s genitals in a truly arousing way. As a matter of fact, the squeeze was so well done and so perfectly calibrated, the orgasm from Ratchet was almost immediate: with a loud grunt that was followed by a moo, he firmly grabbed the sides of the metal table, bent himself up slightly, bit his lips hard, and held his eyes shut, trying to hold it in as much as possible while the girls held him down. But holding it in was impossible. “M-M-MOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Ratchet let out one of the loudest moans that had ever come out of his mouth, trying his best to maintain his lombax-cow personality as he humped his hips up and bent his head back, just like his eyes: the strength of the orgasm was unbelievable, considering just how violently his urethra was contracting to shoot his load into the tube of the milker; as a matter of fact, it was almost burning due to the strength, all the pleasure built up within him being enough for6 strong contractions, before the rest of the milk flowed into the transparent pipe. It was easy to say that, if the rubber tube hadn’t been there, Ratchet’s milk would’ve been shot out at quite the distance and lost by splattering against either the surrounding walls or the floor beneath. Thankfully for the animatronics, none of that precious milk had been lost in the orgasm and all of it made its way to the milk containers located nearby. The milker had successfully done its job, and it automatically slowed down to a halt after the orgasm. As Ratchet shivered on the table, gentle grunts coming out of his mouth following the intense milking experience, the four animatronic girls smiled together, very pleased with the sexual pleasure they’d given to the lombax-cow. The smiles, in particular, seemed to be wider on the two Glamrock animatronics’ mouths, since they’d done a fantastic job on their first real milking session, or at least they thought, judging by how strong that orgasm had been. Their idea was soon confirmed by the two fox animatronics, who clapped in the direction of Roxanne and Glamrock Chica. “I have to say, I’m really impressed with how quickly you two have learned the magic powers of milking: look at that cow, he’s still very horny after that perfect orgasm.” Mangle began speaking, smiling and pointing with her head towards Ratchet’s head as she spoke. “For that reason, you two deserve a prize: you can play with the cow as much as you wish, since I’m certain he’s still got energy left in that body~” Foxy then continued, expecting the two other girls’ reactions. As she expected, Roxanne and Chica were delighted to hear that, while Ratchet just blushed beneath the mask, horny breaths being slightly audible beneath it. However, she quickly had to contain the girls’ excitement, since she still wanted to do something before the lombax-cow would be the two girls’ playboy. “Before I get started, though, let me just fix this lovely suit, since I feel ashamed for breaking it for that bellybutton~” She revealed, holding a tiny piece of latex in her fingers: the small part she’d cut from Ratchet’s suit earlier. “Mangle, would you please go get some of the equipment necessary for stitching latex?” She kindly asked her fellow fox. Mangle immediately satisfied Foxy’s request, handing over the required objects to bring back the lombax-cow’s suit to its original integrity. Following that, Foxy bent over Ratchet’s belly and started to carefully reattach the detached part back to where it belonged: on that shiny, latex suit. Soon enough, the cow latex suit was as good as new, the stitches required to fix the bellybutton not even visible to the naked eye: no one would’ve ever been able to tell what Foxy had done to that suit. “There we go, you’re now ready to enjoy your prize~” Foxy stood back up with a satisfied smile on her robotic muzzle. “Feel free to get personal with the cow, and be sure he gets as much pleasure as you do~” She reminded, stretching her robotic body. The rewarded animatronics nodded, looking down at the lombax-cow: if they wanted to get the maximum pleasure from him and give him the maximum pleasure by having their bodies touch, they needed to take the machines off of Ratchet’s face and penis. That was done by the two girls with ease: Roxanne pulled out the milker, which was easier to do due to all the sticky and slick substances that had stored themselves on the tip and sides of the penis, while Glamrock Chica unbuckled the mask from the lombax-cow’s face and tossed it aside, leaving it hanging in the air while it released aphrodisiac in the room. That revealed Ratchet’s smile: despite having just undergone one of the most intense milking sessions he’d ever done, there still seemed to be some horny energy left within the lombax-cow. He may have been drained of the majority of his milk, he may have been sweating profusely beneath the hot suit, he may have been feeling a bit sore after all the attention Roxanne had given to his genitals... But the idea of sharing some fun times with the two girls prevailed and kept Ratchet on edge, the lombax already imagining what the girls had in store for him with that horny smile on his face. A smile, though, that would end up being covered by Glamrock Chica just a few seconds later: indeed, the robotic chicken decided she was going to smother the lucky male in her metal butt-cheeks by sitting on his face. In less than a quarter of a minute, she climbed on the table, held herself up, aligned her butt over Ratchet’s eager face, and lowered herself on it, ensuring that the lombax would still breathe normally. Her sitting was a success, since she could feel Ratchet’s mouth right beneath her pussy, the Glamrock robot hoping that his horniness would drive him to lick it. Roxanne’s sitting had also been a success, but that didn’t happen on the lombax’s face: instead, she sat on his fully erect penis, lowering herself down on the wet member and letting it slide in her with ease, the insertion itself causing both the wolfess and the lombax-cow to moan almost in unison. Once she had the lombax’s penis inside, horniness ran through her robotic body, causing her to place her robotic hands on Ratchet’s chest and start hopping her upper body up and down, feeling that penis grind against the sides of her genital system. That movements from the female wolfess started a chain reaction where horniness ruled supreme: with his genitals receiving the best possible attention, Ratchet did a similar thing with Glamrock Chica’s genitals, taking advantage of his tongue to start licking her metallic vagina, relying solely on his sense of taste due to the blindfold-like effect the chicken’s butt was having on his eyes. With the licking hitting her pussy, Glamrock Chica also became as feisty as the other two, teasingly rubbing her vagina on Ratchet’s mouth, as if she wanted to have his tongue chase after it. And, asshe expected, the tongue did not give in in its mission to give that worthy chicken the pleasure she deserved after a satisfying performance. While all that was happening, Foxy and Mangle admired from nearby, relishing the scene and how the three exchanged pleasure with one another: both the Glamrock robots and Ratchet were moaning at an increasing rate, just like the speed of their movements. It wouldn’t be long before all three would cum and create a mess on that metallic table. To everyone’s surprise, though, Roxanne, Ratchet and Chica  came  almost  simultaneously, exchanging their sexual liquids with one another: the female wolfess released her own onto the lombax below her, staining his crotch and small parts of the latex suit with her juices. In exchange, Ratchet sent his milk right into the female wolfess with a few, strong shots, imagining how it was sticking to her vagina inside. An imagination that, however, wasn’t 100% lucid due to the other juices that his mouth was tasting, turning his moans into gagged ones as he took in the pleasure of Glamrock Chica. An extremely successful milking for all parts involved: all sweaty and huffing in pleasure, the three could agree that it was one of the best milking sessions they’d ever had and would ever have in along time.