You glance up from the book you were reading to see Gleaming standing in the doorway, an urgent look on her face. You cock an eyebrow, giving her a blank look. She usually never asks for help. She was furiously independent. Being one of the few high-ranking female members of the Guard, as well as the fact she had her sights set on being Captain, she didn’t want to give any stallions the chance to say she had help getting where she was.
This usually wasn’t a problem, except for when she was really, really stupid about it. Like that one time she broke her ankle and instead of allowing you to carry her to the hospital, she walked five miles on it. You walked with her just in case, but every time you moved to help, she just slapped you with her magic.
So, if she was asking for your help, it meant one of two things. One, she had finally gotten over her independent streak—not likely—or two, it was something that she physically could not do herself.
Placing a ribbon in the book to mark your place, you close it and put it aside before returning your attention to Gleaming. Standing, you ask, “What’s the matter?”
Gleaming enters your room and you immediately notice that she has her armor on, but it’s not fastened; the metal plates hanging loosely by her sides. Walking up to you, she turns around and spreads her legs, flicking her tail to the side as she does so. Not enough to expose anything… private, but just enough to allow you to see that her teats are swollen, almost painfully so.
“I need you to get some of the milk out of these,” she say as if what she’s asking is a perfectly normal request. She shakes her rump at you, her breasts swaying back and forth.
“W-what? Why?” you stammer, your brain trying to process the request.
“I can’t get my armor on,” she whines. “They keep getting in the way, and the metal pinches them. I need your help making them smaller.”
You try to look away, you really do, but you can’t tear your eyes from the sight before you. You continue to stare at the white mounds, your face heating up. You’ve been in Equestria for nearly five years, so you’re no stranger to how relaxed ponies are about their nudity. It came as a shock for you when you first saw a stallion walking around in public with an erection, and everybody acting like it wasn’t there.
However, this was a new one, even for you.
“Come on, Anon. Be a stallion and help me out, will ya?” Gleaming asks, slowly beginning to back up.
You try to respond, but you can’t look away from the swinging breasts.
“Hurry up, will you?” she grumbles. “I have inspection in twenty minutes, and if I’m late again, I have to do laps around the castle!”
You say nothing, your gaze fixated on her mounds, hypnotized by their swaying glory.
“Anon, are you even listening to me?” Gleaming huffs, flicking her tail out and smacking you in the stomach with it.
That’s enough to knock you out of your stupor. “I… uh, w-what?”
“Suck. My. Teats,” she says firmly, glaring at you from over her shoulder. You hesitate for too long, your brain still trying to process what is happening before you. This has to be some kind of weird dream, and you’re going to wake up soon, only for Luna to pop in and laugh at you like she does every time you have a weird-ass dream.
Stupid Moonbutt. Sometimes you think she does it on purpose, just to fuck with you. Seriously, all you did was tell her that her moon was bigger than the one back home. It’s not like you called her fat or anything.
Not appreciating your hesitation, Gleaming growls, her horn beginning to glow. Immediately, something knocks your legs out from beneath you, and you collapse onto your back with a ‘thud’. Before you have time to recover, she’s straddling you, her breasts dangling inches above your face.
“I don’t have time for this,” she mutters from above you. You hear the sound of magic being used again, and your jaw is suddenly pried open by her rosy aura. You’re too dazed to even try and fight back.
Gleaming crouches down, lowering one of her swollen nubs into your open mouth. Once it was in position, she closes your mouth again, your lips forming a seal over the nipple.
You just lay there, nipple in mouth, shocked and unable to comprehend what is happening. This day started out so normal too. You woke up, had breakfast, avoided Celestia’s attempts to get into your pants for your “banana”, went back to your room to read, and now you have your best friend's tit in your mouth. Seriously, what the fuck happened?
“Suck," Gleaming orders, pushing a forehoof into your chest. Still too stunned to respond, you just stare at her underbelly, a dumb look on your face. “God damn it, Anon,” she growls. “If you don’t start sucking right now, I’m going to plant my hoof someplace where Celestia’s sun don’t shine!”
Well, that’s enough incentive for you!
Giving yourself a mental slap, you get your brain started again. The first thing you notice is that her breasts are different than that of a woman’s. The breast is smaller, the nipple longer. Even so, they’re close enough to have an affect on you. You just hope Gleaming doesn’t notice the growing tent in your pants.
As you begin to suck tentatively on her teat, you are surprised when, almost immediately, milk begins to flow into your mouth. It was shockingly sweet, as well as thick. Nothing at all like the milk you put on your cereal this morning.
...you wouldn’t mind putting this on breakfast instead.
As you continue to suck, Gleaming squirms above you, moaning softly.
“It’s about damn time,” she signs, her tail brushing the top of your head as it flicks back and forth.
You continue to suck, losing yourself in the sensation. You’re so caught up in the taste of her milk, you weren’t paying attention to what you were doing until—
“Ouch,” she yelps, lifting a back hoof instinctively. She glares down at you from between her front legs. “Watch the teeth, Anon.”
You mumble out an apology from around her tit, the vibrations causing her to moan. Her back legs begin to tremble slightly, and her tail lifts itself higher into the air.
“It’s fine,” she says, sounding out of breath. “J-just… just hurry up, will ya?”
You oblige, and too soon, you’ve sucked the teat dry. Reluctantly, you open your mouth and release the nipple, giving it one last lick for good measure. You move to slide yourself out from beneath her, but are stopped by a hoof being placed on your stomach.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Gleaming coos, shaking her head. “Where do you think you’re going? You still have one more to go, Anon~”
“W-what?”
“Come on, Anon,” she huffs, clearly annoyed. “You did one already, now do the second one!” Not giving you any time to respond, she stomps your stomach with her hoof. You gasp, and she uses the opportunity to force the second teat into your open mouth.
“Hurry up,” she commands, grinding her breasts into your face. “There’s only ten minutes left until inspection!”
Shrugging mentally, you proceed to begin to empty the second teat of it’s milk. You suck hard on the nipple, trying to get as much milk out as possible with each pull.
“C-careful, Anon,” Gleaming stutters, flinching. “Not too hard, that hurts!”
You reprimand yourself as you slow down. suckling at a more conserved pace, you take time to enjoy each mouthful. This causes Gleaming to moan and hang her head. By now, your arousal is obvious; Lil’ Anon straining to burst free from the prison that was your pants. From where her head is, there is no way that she can’t see it.
Blushing heavily in embarrassment, you try to ignore how close her muzzle is getting to the straining bulge. You continue to suck, the breast visibly reducing in size as you drain the milk from it. Gleaming’s muzzle is now pressed into your crotch, her nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply.
As you continue to work on the teat, you begin to pick up a certain scent.
A certain, musky scent.
Suddenly, a drop of liquid lands on your head, causing you to glance up in confusion. Your eyes widen at what you see.
Gleaming is clearly aroused as well, her marehood glistening with moisture. Every few seconds or so, she would wink, the action causing fluids to gather near the bottom of her loins, where it would then drip onto your forehead.
You stare up at it, so shocked that you stopped sucking for a moment. Gleaming takes notice and groans unhappily, rolling her hips in an incentive to get you to start again. You do so, all the while not taking your eyes of of her folds. Your eyes narrow, and you fight the smirk that is threatening to spread across your face. Let’s see if we can make this even more interesting, you think to yourself.
You move your arms up slowly, trying not to tip her off as to your intent. Bringing them up to your head, you snake them around her hind legs, careful to not touch her. Thankfully, her tail is flagging high enough that you don’t have to deal with it. Unable to see very well from your position, however, one of your wrists accidentally bumps into her flank.
Freezing, you hold your breath as you glance down your nose to see if you’ve been caught.
Gleaming has her muzzle pressed firmly into your groin, breathing deeply. She is so distracted that she didn’t even notice the bump, let alone what you’re doing.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you continue on with your plan. Your hands sneak into view, and you carefully creep towards her glistening marehood. You’re basically sucking on autopilot now, too caught up in concentrating on what your hands are doing. You can feel the heat coming off of her folds now, your hands inches from their destination. You’re so preoccupied that you don’t even realize that there is no more milk coming from the nipple in your mouth.
Gleaming notices, however.
Just as you were about to touch your fingertips to her slit, she suddenly pulls her teat from your mouth. Scrambling, she climbs off of you, buckling her armor quickly. It fits perfectly, sliding over her shrunken breasts without any trouble.
“Thanks, Anon,” she shouts as she dashes to the door, adjusting her armor as she ran. “You’re the best!”
The door slams behind her, leaving you alone in the room. You stare up at the ceiling, a blank look on your face as a few drops of milk roll down your cheek. Lil’ Anon is straining in your pants, screaming in frustration at the lack of attention.
You blink once before finally speaking, “What… the fuck?”
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You spend the rest of the day in your room, refusing to leave. After the ‘meal’ you had, you weren’t hungry anyways.
Gleaming Shield never came back, and you later learned from a passing guard that she had arrived five minutes late for inspection, smelling of sweat and arousal, and had been forced to do two hundred laps around the castle.
Serves her right, stupid cock-teasing pony.
Night had fallen, and the moon was beginning to rise. It truly was bigger than the moon back on Earth. Back home, you could cover it with the tip of your pinkie finger. Here, it took your thumb, and even then the edges still poked around the digit.
You were thinking of just going to bed; it was clear that you weren’t going to do anything productive with the rest of your day.
You had just slipped into your pajamas and were in the process of getting into bed when there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping on your door. Confused, you move to the door and, unlocking it, pull it open.
“Hello, Can I help you—" you begin, but the words die on your lips when you see who is standing on the other side of the door.
A dozen or so batponies were milling about your door, staring up at you with large eyes that seemed to glow in the gloom. They were all dressed in Lunar Guard armor, which, you noticed, none of them had fastened. You quickly realize that all of them were mares. You also notice another—well, another two things—hanging swollen between their hind legs.
“Hi, Anon~” they all say at once, giving you large, fang-filled smiles. They suddenly swarm you, pushing you back into your room. The door closes behind them, and the lock slides into place.
You stare down at Gleaming, head tilted to the side and mouth hanging open. She looks back up at you, ears flattening against her head. Slowly, you lift a hand up and dig a finger in your ear, trying to clean it out.
“Can you repeat that?” you ask.
She scuffs a hoof against the ground, lowering her head. Mumbling something, she looks away, her cheeks reddening.
“I’m sorry, what?” you ask, leaning forward and placing a hand to your ear.
“I said, ‘can you help me out again?’,” she mutters, not looking you in the face.
Straightening back up, you cross your arms over your chest, your face expressionless as you look down at her. She chances a glance up at you, a hopeful look in her eyes.
“No.”
She reels back, a look of shock on her face.
“B-but why?” she cries. “You’ve done it before!”
You look down at her, your arms remaining crossed. “Ever since you revealed why you were late to inspection, I’ve had all of the mares in the guard asking for my assistance!”
“What’s so bad about that?” Gleaming asks, returning the glare. “You’re a male, aren’t you? You should be enjoying all the attention! Any of the stallions in the guard would jump at the chance!”
“Do you even know how many females are in the guard?” you asked.
Gleaming opens her mouth to answer—“Both Solar AND Lunar?”—only to close it again with a 'click'. She lowers her head, an ashamed look on her face.
“Look,” she says, rubbing her foreleg. “I know I put you in an awkward position here, but I need your help. I’ve been putting off doing this for a while now because I knew you’d be mad at me, but they’re beginning to hurt.”
You continue to stare down at her, but your gaze begins to soften.
“Why can’t you get one of the stallions to do it?” you ask.
“Because they’re all idiots,” she huffs, looking away from you. You cock an eyebrow, but other than that, you do nothing else. She fidgets under your gaze for a few seconds before sighing and lowering her head. “...and because I want you to do it,” she grumbles, ears splaying backwards.
You sigh heavily before uncrossing your arms and opening the door to your room wide.
“Fine,” you grouse, rolling your eyes. Gleaming ‘squees’ happily as she rushes by you, nearly taking out your legs in the process. You close the door, making sure to lock it tight. Don’t want anymore of those blasted batponies sneaking in. You’ve woken up with them standing over you too many times to count within the past week.
They also tend to bite when you’re… “helping” them. The bandages all over your thighs are proof enough to that.
Turning around, you blink, a bemused look crossing your face. Gleaming is sitting on your bed, bouncing like an overeager foal. She looks at you, and gives you a wide smile. Due to her position, you can see her breasts fairly well. They're horribly swollen, and appear to be already leaking milk slightly.
Despite your initial reluctance, you can already feel yourself beginning to become aroused at the sight. Lil' Anon is perking up, clearly sensing something that he likes. Don't get your hopes up, little buddy, you tell him. It's probably just gonna be another dine and dash.
”We gonna do this, Anon, or what?” Gleaming asks, her smile fading slightly. ”You aren't getting cold hooves on me, are you?” she asks, glaring at you.
Truthfully, you are. Lil’ Anon’s sudden awakening made you remember what happened last time, and you weren't overly eager to get blueballed again.
As if sensing your hesitation, Gleaming's eyes narrow. Her horn lights up, and you are instantly surrounded by a rosy glow. You yelp in surprise as she drags you across the room, until the both of you were nose to nose.
”They hurt, Anon,” she growls. “I can't walk down the hall without them rubbing against each other.” She pushes her muzzle harder against your nose. ”Fix. Them.”
She releases you, and you drop, your face ending up inches from her swollen teats. This close, you can smell the sweet scent of her milk. There was also the underlying smell of her own scent: a mix of sweat, musk, and a touch of lilacs. She clearly didn't shower after her last training session.
Not that Lil' Anon minds.
Placing her hooves on your head, she pushes your face closer to her teats.
”Hurry up,” she orders.
You growl up at her. “Pushy, much?” Regardless, you reach up and place your hands on her thighs, spreading them wider to allow you better access. She moans softly, a trickle of milk escaping one of the teats. It rolls down her breast and drips onto your bed sheet. Your mouth waters at the sight. She nudges your head with a hoof, whimpering softly. That's all the incentive you need.
Leaning forward, you latch onto one of her breasts, lips locking around the nipple. It's so full that milk squirts onto your tongue just from the force of your mouth closing around it. The sweet taste fills your mouth, and you blink in surprise. Over the past week, you've probably done this with dozens of mares, to the point where the taste no longer held any excitement for you. In fact, it got to the point where you were eating your cereal dry in the morning, just because you were getting sick of milk.
However, even after all of that, you found yourself enjoying it; Gleaming's milk noticeably sweeter than any of the others. You had forgotten how good it tasted.
Gleaming moans happily as you suck, her legs twitching beneath your hands.
”Oh, baby, yes!” she groans. “I need this.” Unable to answer due to a mouthful of maremilk, you just hum in response. This causes her to giggle, rocking her hips. ”Most parents tell their foals not to talk with their mouths full, but in your case, I'd say go for it,” she purrs.
You grunt and, ignoring her, focus instead on the task at hand. The flow of milk from the teat was constant and steady, almost like a tap. You drink mouthful after mouthful, glad for once in your life that you didn't have lunch yet.
Feeling a little playful, you nip at the teat with your teeth, causing Gleaming to gasp.
”Careful, Anon,” she coos, her tail wrapping around your neck, pulling your face closer. You can smell the growing scent of musk in the air; she's clearly enjoying this. Lil' Anon twitches, happy with the way things were going. The poor thing doesn’t know that nothing is going to happen, just like last time.
The breast you are currently working on has shrunk substantially. The stream of milk has died down to a mere trickle, and you know that it was going to be empty soon. Then, you'd have to move to the second breast and start all over again.
You paused for a brief second, an idea entering your mind. You quickly resume drinking, trying to hide the small smirk that was now on your face. Silly, Gleaming. Revenge will be ours! you cackle internally.
Soon enough, the milk stops flowing; the breast now empty. Gleaming sighs happily, closing her eyes.
”Ah, that's better already,” she says. “Now for the other one.”
You release the teat, a trail of drool linking it to your bottom lip. Licking your lips clean, you lean back, but don't move to the second breast. Instead, you stand up, Gleaming's tail sliding from around your neck.
She looks up at you, confusion clear on her face.
”What are you...” she asks, trailing off as she cocks her head to the side.
Giving her a shit-eating grin, you point towards the door. “Just remembered, I have something I need to get to.”
”What?!” she cries, eyes widening. “B-but, you can't leave me like this!”
You just chuckle. “Sorry, but I don't want to be late. We'll finish this later.” Smiling at the dumbstruck expression on her face, you turn and head towards the door.
You only manage to take a few steps before your entire body is surrounded in a rosy glow. You yelp as you're lifted suddenly into the air, only to be flung onto your back. As you lie there, dazed, Gleaming's face appears above yours, glaring down at you.
”Oh no,” she growls, shaking her head. “You aren't going to leave me like this, Anon. I am not walking around the rest of the day with my breasts being different sizes. You are going to finish what you started, so help me Celestia!”
She moves to stand over you, and your eyes widen when you realize what she's about to do. Placing her hoof on your stomach, she pushes down hard, causing you to gasp in pain. As soon as your jaw is open, she lowers her rear down quickly, jamming the swollen teat into your mouth. Milk squirts from the nipple due to the pressure, and you nearly choke on it.
”Now, suck,” Gleaming growls, her hoof digging harder into your stomach. You start to try and protest, but one look at her expression causes you to pussy out. Sighing in defeat, you begin to tend to the nipple in your mouth, a little more forcefully than was probably necessary.
Despite your bitterness at the situation, you can't help but find it slightly hot; being force to drain Gleaming's breasts of their payload. Lil' Anon is practically pounding on the inside of your pants now, screaming to be set free.
Regardless of the fact you didn't want to be blueballed, you didn't want Gleaming to see the bulge in your pants either. She'd probably start to tease you, only making the situation worse. If you could just drain her before she noticed it, then you'd be able to take care of it in private. Again.
Sucking harder on the nipple in your mouth, you gulped down great mouthfuls of her milk like a starving foal. From the looks of it, you were about halfway done. You just needed to finish of the second half before—
”Oooh, what have we here~?” Gleaming giggles suddenly. You feel something press against the tent in your pants, rubbing it gently.
God damn it.
”Oh, Anon,” Gleaming coos, continuing to rub at the bulge in your pants. “I didn't know you found this so... exciting, you naughty human, you.” An involuntary shiver runs down your back at the tone of her voice. This is exactly what you were hoping to avoid. Although, Lil' Anon doesn't seem to mind the attention he’s getting. Stupid fool.
Sorry, little guy. I'll try and make this up to you later—
”I'm still mad at you for trying to leave me hanging,” Gleaming smirks, “but I guess I can give you a... reward for your services.”
...what? You stop you ministrations of her breast, staring up at her underbelly in shock, unsure that you had heard her correctly.
She giggles, apparently amused at your stupor.
”That is, only if you continue,” she purrs.
Slowly, you begin to suck again, pulling milk from the teat, unsure if she was being serious or not. A few seconds later, you got the answer as the button to your pants suddenly came undone. Unzipping them, Gleaming tugs them down with her magic. You can feel her hot breath on your member through your underwear.
”You and your clothing fetish,” she grumbles, trying to get a hoof underneath the elastic band. She struggles for a moment before succeeding. Lil' Anon springs free as she pulls your underwear down.
You try and focus on the milk still flowing into your mouth, but you are becoming distracted by what's happening below. Gleaming places her hoof at the base of your member, earning a groan from you and a twitch.
”Remember, Anon,” she says, glancing at you from between her forelegs. “You suck, I suck. Got it?”
You nodded with some difficulty, not releasing your grip on her nipple. She smirks before returning her attention to your twitching dick. There is a brief moment when nothing happens, before she leans forward suddenly and your member is engulfed within her maw.
You flinch, your eyes widening at the sudden pleasure. Her mouth feels amazing, the wet and warm texture sending your mind reeling. You're so dazed that you forget what you're suppose to be doing for a second, but a quick thrust from Gleaming's hips soon reminds you. Trying to clear your mind, you start sucking on her teat again. There was still a considerable amount of milk within.
As you drink, Gleaming tends to Lil' Anon. Suckling upon your member like a foal nursing upon a nipple, she laps at the underside with her tongue. The rough organ causes you to shiver, your dick twitching in her mouth.
You notice quickly that the harder you suck, the faster she goes. Overeager to get her to finish you, you take a long draw on her nipple. Milk floods your mouth, and Gleaming moans around your member, sending vibrations down its length. You misjudge, however, and nearly choke, gagging slightly as the sweet liquid flows into your stomach. After that, you decide to go at a more conserved pace.
As Gleaming continues to slurp away at your cock, you notice with some disappointment that her breast was nearly empty. Your eyes slowly drift to the unattended nipple, and you hum thoughtfully, something Gleaming seems to like, judging by her moans. Reaching your hand up, you gently grab ahold of her other breast, rolling the nipple around between your fingers.
Gleaming gasps, her body stiffening in surprise. She relaxes quickly, groaning around your member as you continue to play with both nipples: one with your hand, and one with your mouth.
She lays down suddenly, trapping you beneath her with her body weight. She clenches your head between her thighs, rolling her hips as she groans lightly. Your hand is trapped beside your head, her nipple still between your fingers. Wrapping your free arm around her back, you hug her close as you continue working away at her mounds. This causes her to work harder on your shaft, and in one swift movement, she swallows your entire length.
You buck your hips uselessly, her weight keeping you pinned. The feeling of the head of your member resting in the back of her mouth is amazing. You can feel her throat tug on it every time she swallows, the pulling sensation bringing you closer and closer to sweet release.
Her breast is now completely empty, no more milk flowing forth as you suck. That doesn't stop you however, and you run your tongue over the sensitive nipple, causing her to shiver.
You groan, your hips twitching sporadically now as you near your climax. Sensing that your reaching your peak, Gleaming doubles her efforts, pulling your entire length out of her mouth, only to engulf it all a second later. You can only take a few seconds of her deepthroating before it becomes too much.
You push your hips forward as far as they could go, releasing your seed deep into her muzzle. She hums happily as your spunk floods her mouth, and begins to swallow it greedily. You provide her with several more bursts of cum before you run dry.
Breathing heavily, you release her nipple from your mouth with an audible 'pop'. Gleaming pulls her mouth from your member, making sure to clean up any fluids left behind.
She giggles, licking her lips. ”Not bad, Anon. Not bad at all.”
“Sorry, can't brain. Think not working,” you reply in a daze.
She giggles again before getting up off of you. Turning around, she leans down and plants a quick kiss on your cheek.
“Thanks for the help, Anon,” she says, leaning back. You just groan, unable to articulate clearly yet. A smile touches her lips, and she lights up her horn. You feel yourself being lifted into the air as she maneuvers you over to your bed. Not bothering to fix your pants, she slides you into bed and pulls the covers up to your chest.
”Thanks again for the help, Anon,” she chirps happily as she trots to the door. “I feel a lot better now.” She pauses at the door, glancing back at you with a small smirk on her face. ”See you next week, big boy.” With that, she unlocks the door, opens it, and steps out into the hall. The door closes behind her, and you hear your lock engage.
You can only lay there, too shocked and exhausted to do anything but stare at the ceiling. Lil' Anon, having already done his duty to society, is calling it a night. You have to agree with him on that. You eyes slowly close, and you begin to drift off to sleep...
...only to have your eyes snap open again as your bed shifts slightly, something crawling out from beneath it.
Turning your head to the side, your stare at the edge of your bed in trepidation. Your eyes widen in horror as, slowly, a pair of yellow, cat-like eyes peer over the edge of the bed, tufted ears twitching excitedly.
You can hear her coming; she’s practically skipping down the hall towards your room. You can’t help the smirk that works its way across your face. You were ready for her this time. If Gleaming thought you were sucking her teats today, she was in for a little surprise.
Not that you mind “helping” her out. There was something about her milk that made it so it never got old. You could spend hours drinking it with no fuss. And Lil’ Anon was sure enjoying the attention he was getting now too. Gone was the pain of being teased and blueballed.
The only downside was now you had to fight off the other mares trying to get into your pants. Which caused the stallion guards to dislike you because you were getting more action than they were.
But all that aside, today you would have the upper hand.
The door to your room bursts open, and Gleaming trots in, a big grin on her face.
”Hello, Anon~!” she chirps. “Are you ready for—” She pauses, blinking in surprise when she catches sight of what’s sitting beside you. ”What is that?” she asks curiously, tilting her head to the side.
You smile and pat the device beside you. “This… is a milking machine!”
Gleaming stares up at you, a blank look on her face.
”A milking machine? What’s that for…” She trails off, her eyes widening as she puts two and two together. ”Oh, no,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m not letting that anywhere near me.” Taking a step back, she winces as her swollen breasts rub together.
You were banking on this; she likes coming to you with them painfully full. She enjoys the feeling of pain turning to pleasure as you drain the stretched breasts of their fluid.
Smiling, you just hold up one of the teat cups, wiggling it around in front of her face.
”B-but, this…” She paws at the ground, her ears splaying backwards. “I don’t want a machine. I want you to do it… personally.” She adds that last part in a whisper, her face turning a lovely shade of pink.
You wiggle the cup in her face.
“Come on, you’ll love it~! I had it custom made!” you say.
She opens her mouth to protest some more, but stops and gives you an incredulous look. ”Custom made?”
You nod your head, still smiling.
”Where did you get the money for it?” she asks.
You roll your eyes. “What do you think I do with all the bits Celestia gives me? It’s not like I have any bills to pay.”
Gleaming nibbles on her lip, staring at the cup in your hand with a mixture of nervousness and concern. You replace your smirk with a warm smile.
“Come on, just give it a try. If you really don’t like it, I’ll get rid of the machine. Deal?”
She stares at the cup for a few more seconds before lowering her head and sighing. ”Fine.”
You stand up, waving her over. She approaches slowly, eyeing the machine with some trepidation. It does look slightly intimidating, what with all the tubes and pumps, but you’re sure she’ll like it once you get started. Especially the “special feature” you had installed, just for her.
Gleaming stands beside you, shifting nervously on her hooves. Placing a hand on her back, you can feel her trembling slightly. That surprises you; she’s usual strong and confident whenever she’s asking for your help. You hazard that she doesn’t like not being in control. You’ll just have to make sure she enjoys this even more then.
You turn on the machine, the vacuum whirring to life. It’s not as loud as you thought it was going to be, but still noticeable. Gleaming flinches back, her ears pressing firmly against her head, the whites of her eyes visible. She looks about ready to bolt. You quickly scratch behind her ears, murmuring gently to try and calm her down.
Taking the cups in your hands, you slowly crouch down. You can see her breasts, swollen to the point where milk is leaking from them.
”I think I’ve change my mind…” she begins. You cut her off by moving forward and slipping the teat cups snugly around her nipples. Her body freezes as the pumps begin to pull at her teats. You can see the milk flowing down the clear tubes towards the receptacle almost instantly. It actually looks kinda hot. Lil’ Anon certainly agrees with you.
Gleaming suddenly shivers, her entire body trembling as her legs threaten to buckle beneath her. She moans, her tail flagging high as the pumps continue to suckle upon her teats.
”Okay,” she says breathlessly. “This isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
This causes you to smirk. “Told you.”
You watch her milk flow through the tubes for a few more seconds before standing. It was time to give Lil’ Anon some lovin’. You move to stand behind Gleaming, careful to avoid tripping over the vacuum tubes. She watches you over her shoulder, a curious look on her flushed face.
”What are you…” She trails off, her eyes widening when you drop your pants, Lil’ Anon now free from his infernal prison. She stares at your member for a few seconds before her eyes narrow, and she smirks. Moving her tail to the side, she wiggled her hips at you alluringly. She winks, clearly excited.
“What, my mouth not good enough for you anymore?” she teases.
“This helps out the milking process,” you reply, nodding sagely. The effect is lost, seeing as you currently have your dick in your hand.
She snorts, clearly not buying your horrible lie. Regardless, she lifts her rump higher, enticing you with her glistening sex. Neither you, nor Lil’ Anon, need another invitation.
Lining yourself up with her folds, you push forward, sinking into her heated depths. You grit your teeth, enjoying the sensation of her snug walls tugging on your member. Gleaming moans as you push deeper into her. A large burst of milk spurts down the tube. You dimly note that the container is nearly half-full.
Bottoming out inside of her, you pause for a moment, your member twitching. She winks, her sex squeezing at you. You can feel her juices already dripping down your legs.
Leaning down, you wrap your arms around her barrel before beginning to thrust. You pound steadily into her marehood, using quick, even strokes. She pushes back against you with each thrust, grunting as your member fills her. Her tongue is lolling from her mouth, drool slowly dripping down her chin.
You can feel yourself slowly beginning to near your peak already, but you keep a constant pace. By now, Gleaming is humping against you with increased vigor, tiny squeaks and moans escaping her mouth. Her marehood is spasming rapidly, working your shaft as you continue to plunge into her. With her earlier trepidation gone, she appears to really be enjoying the milking machine. You smirk, your eyes drifting to the machine’s control panel. Well, wait until she sees the custom feature.
You make sure to maintain your thrusting speed as you remove one of your arms from around her barrel. Reaching towards the machine’s control panel, you flip one of the switches, the bright red one, into the ‘on’ position.
Instantly, the teat cups attached to her nipples begin to vibrate.
Gleaming’s entire body tenses up, her marehood gripping you almost painfully tight, forcing you to stop. She throws her head back, a cracked cry escaping her lips as a look of pure bliss washes across her face. Her eyes became unfocused and slowly rolled into the back of her head. Suddenly, your crotch is drenched in a warm liquid, as her lips begin to spasm uncontrollably. You smirk as you realize what had just happened: Gleaming just peaked.
As she remains lost in the throes of euphoria, you resume your thrusting. You can feel the vibration from the pumps on her nipples through her folds, her entire body turning into one, giant, heated, vibrating, cocksleeve. That, combined with her marehood squeezing and milking your member, pushes you quickly over the edge.
Snarling, you slam deep into her as you erupt, your seed flooding her womb. Gleaming squeals, her hips bucking with each twitch and jerk of your member as it paints her insides. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation as your orgasm washes over you, the vibration of her folds sending you to a new level of pleasure. You could easily become addicted to this feeling.
Slumping across her back, you fumble weakly with the milking machine. The vibrations stop, as does the vacuum, and silence fills the room, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing. Gleaming’s entire body is shaking, her legs tremble horribly. With a groan, she keels over sideways, taking you with her. Your member slides out from between her lips, a trickle of your essence slowly seeping from her folds. You both appear to be quite content with just lying there, basking in the afterglow.
After a few minutes, you work up enough energy to move.
“So… still want me to get rid of the machine?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
Gleaming laughs, still out of breath. ”If you do… I’ll never speak to you again…”
You smirk, mentally patting yourself on the back.
“I told you you’d like it,” you say before wrapping your arm around her and pulling her closer to you.
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It didn’t take you as long as you thought it would to clean up the machine. All you had to do was flush out the tubes with warm water, and make sure the pumps were wiped down properly. Of course, Gleaming had left the minute she had recovered enough to move. The memory of her staggering down the hall, her hind legs splayed wide, still made you giggle quietly to yourself.
You place the bottles of her milk into your fridge, barely holding back on doing a little jig. She had managed to fill three whole bottles with the white gold!
I know what I’m putting on my cereal tomorrow, you think with a giggle. Closing the fridge door, you place the receptacle back into the machine just as someone knocks on your door. Your smile turns into a devilish smirk as you turn towards the door. You know what’s on the other side. Without fail, they always show up after you and Gleaming finish. It’s like clockwork, really.
Sure enough, you only had to wait a few seconds before your door handle turns, and the door swings open. Suddenly, your room is full of chattering batponies.
”Hi, Anon~” one of them chirps from within the mass of fur and armor. “We heard you had a new toy to play with!” You snort, rolling your eyes. More likely, one or more of them was spying and happened to see what was going on and informed the others. You doubt Gleaming has had enough time to brag to anyone else since she left.
Keeping your expression as neutral as possible, you reach down behind the machine and slowly pick up a sign you had prepared. You place it in front of the machine, in clear view of all the mares present. Their smiles vanish, and several of them let out quiet ‘aaaaawww’s’ of disappointment.
You don’t care. After all, the sign is just telling it as it is.
~~MILKING: 35 BITS PER MARE~~
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You enter the male barracks with a swagger in your step. The guards all stop what they are doing and turn to glare at you. If looks could kill, you’d be nothing more than a stain on the rug.
That’s to be expected, though. After all, word has gotten around about what you’ve been doing with all the female guards for the past month. Needless to say, the stallions aren’t too happy. Jealous bunch of twats.
Stopping in the center of the room, you look around at all the angry expressions, a smirk on your face. Grabbing the lapels of your jacket, you clear your throat. “Gentlemen…”
The glares intensify, some becoming borderline snarls. Several appear to be reaching for their spears. It doesn’t matter, though; you have something to fix that.
Reaching into your pocket, you slowly—dramatically—pull out a glass bottle of milk.
