Gleaming Shield's Teats

>"Anon! I need your help!"
"What's the matter?"
>Gleaming turns around and spreads her hind legs
>Her teats are clearly swollen, almost painfully so
>"I need you to get some of the milk out of these," she says, shaking her rump at you
"W-what? Why?"
>"I can't get my armor on. They keep getting in the way," she whines.
>You continue to stare at the white mounds, your face heating up.
>"Come on, Anon. Be a stallion and help me out, will ya?" she asks, beginning to back up towards you.
>You can't look away from the swinging breasts
>"Hurry up, will you? I have inspection in twenty minutes, and if I'm late again, I have to do laps!"

>You continue to stare at her mounds, almost 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 shoulders.
>You hesitate for too long, your brain trying to process what is happening before you
>Growling, Gleaming's horn begins to glow
>Immediately something knocks your legs out from beneath you and you collapse onto your back
>Before you have time to recover, she straddles you, her breasts hovering inches above your face
>"I don't have time for this," she growls from above you.
>You hear the sound of magic being used again, and your jaw is suddenly pried open by a rosy aura.
>Gleaming crouches down, lowering one of her swollen nubs into your open mouth.
>Once it was in position, she closed your mouth again, your lips forming a seal over the nipple
>You just lay there, shocked, unable to comprehend what's happening.
>"Suck," Gleaming orders, pushing a forehoof into your chest.
>Still to stunned to respond, you just stare up at her underbelly, a dumb look on your face.
>"God damn it, Anon," Gleaming growled. "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!
>You notice that it's different than that of a woman's. The breast is smaller, the nipple longer.
>Hoping that Gleaming doesn't notice the growing tent in your pants, you begin to suck tentatively on her teat
>You are surprise when almost immediately, milk begins to flow into your mouth.
>It was surprisingly 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, actually.

>As you continue to suck, Gleaming squirms above you, moaning softly.
>"Its about damn time," she sighs, her tail brushing the top of your head as it flicked 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," Gleaming 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 vibration caused her to moan
>Her back legs begin to tremble, and her tail lifts itself higher into the air
>"It's fine," she says, sounding out of breath. "J-just... just hurry up."
>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 slid out from beneath her, but are stopped by a hoof being placed on your stomach.
>"Ah, ah, ah," Gleaming coos. "You still have one more to go, Anon~"

"W-what?"
>"Come on, Anon," Gleaming huffs, annoyed. "You did one already, now do the second one!"
>Not giving you any time to respond, she stomps on your stomach with a hoof.
>You gasp, and she uses that opportunity to force the second teat into your open mouth.
>"Hurry up," she commands, grinding her breasts into your face. "There's ten minutes left until inspection!"
>Shrugging mentally, you proceed to begin to empty the second teat of its 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!"
>Reprimanding yourself, you slow down.
>Suckling at a more conserved pace, you take time to enjoy each mouthful.

>Gleaming moans again, hanging her head.
>By now, your arousal is obvious; Lil' Anon straining to burst free from the prison that was your pants.
>There is no way that she couldn't see it.
>Blushing heavily in embarrassment, you tried to ignore how close her muzzle was getting to the straining bulge.

>You continue to suck, the breast visibly reducing in size as you drink the milk from it.
>Gleaming's muzzle is now pressed into your crotch, her nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply.
>As you 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, her marehood glistening with moisture.
>Every few seconds or so, she would wink.
>The action causes 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 off 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 move your arms slowly, as to not 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, 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 with your plan.

>Your hands sneak into your view, and you creep towards her glistening marehood carefully.
>You're basically sucking on autopilot now, to caught up in concentrating on what your hands are doing.
>You can feel the heating coming off of her folds now, your hands inches from their destination.
>You don't even realize that there is no more milk coming from the nipple in your mouth.

>Gleaming notices, however.

>You were just about to touch your fingertips to her slit when she suddenly pulls her teat from your mouth.
>Scrambling, she climbs off of you, grabbing her armor in her magic.
>"Thanks, Anon," she shouted back towards you as she dashed to the door, putting on 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 expression 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 speaking
"What... the fuck?"

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>You spend the rest of the day in your room.
>Gleaming Shield never came back, and you later learned that she had arrived five minutes late for inspection and had been forced to do laps around the training area.
>Serves her right, stupid cock-teasing pony.

>Night had fallen, and the moon was beginning to rise.
>You were thinking of just going to bed; it was clear you weren't going to do anything productive with your time
>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 moved to the door and, unlocking it, swung it open.
"Hello? Can I help you—"
>The words die on your lips as you see who is standing on the other side of the door.

>A dozen or so batponies stood there, staring up at you.
>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 thing—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.

>In your head, you're screaming in terror
>In your pants, Lil' Anon is crying with joy

The End