Gleaming Shield's Teats, part 2

>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 into your ear
“Could you repeat that?”
>She scuffs a hoof against the ground, lowering her head.
>Mumbling something, she looks away, her cheeks reddening
“Im sorry, what?”
>You lean forward, 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 you arms over your chest, your face expressionless as you looked down at her.
>She chances a glance up at you, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“No.”

>She reels, 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 I 'helped' you, 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?”
>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, but I need your help. I've been putting off doing this for a while 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?”
>”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...”
>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 batponies sneaking in. You've woken up with them standing over you too many times within the past week.
>They also tend to bite when you're... 'helping' them. The bandages on your legs 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 child.
>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 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. 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 were. 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 didn't know that nothing was 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!

>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 his 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 nibble.
>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.

>Her mouth feels amazing, the wet and warm texture sending you 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 nursing foal, 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.”
>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.






>Your eyes suddenly snap open 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.
>”Anon~!”