Gleaming Shield's Teats, part 3

>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.
>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.

>Smiling, you just hold up one of the teat cups
>”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!”
>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?”
>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.”
>She 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, 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 whirling to life.
>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 snuggly 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.
>Gleaming 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.”
>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, 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.
>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.
>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 could feel the vibration from the pumps on her nipples through her folds, her entire body turning into one, giant, 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.

>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 horrible.
>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?”
>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.”

>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.
>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!
I know what I’m putting on my cereal tomorrow!
>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.

>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!”

>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 turn to glare at you.
>That’s to be expected. After all, word has gotten around about what you’ve been doing with 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 your lapels, you clear your throat.
“Gentlemen…”
>The glares intensify, some becoming borderline snarls.
>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.
“...have I got a deal for you!”

End