Milk of The Sun II (Celestia)

>You're anon
>After having quite the 'adult' party with Pinkie, you've came home to Canterlot Castle.
>You were drunk, and would have the mother of all hangovers in the morning, so ti balance, you asked the chefs as best as you could for a 'beaycan saywhich'
>They knew what you meant but they still giggled.
>After your small detour to the kitchens, you walked (very clumsy) to your bedroom.
>You pushed will all your might to open the doors, then you realized it was a wall, and the doors were left of it.
>Hoping no one saw that. you push the doors open and collapsed on your silk bed.
>You just laid in  their embraced by the warmth of the covers which was making your eyes heavy.
>Putting your effort in you tried to stay awake so you could brush your teeth but it was no use, you feel into sleep.

>Be Princess Celestia, and even in your age you felt discomfort.
>You were lactating badly, and bra after bra was being ruined by your milk.
>It was getting serious now, for the past year many a Court meeting had to be called of due to you filling the front of your dress with warm milk.
>This could wait though, there was more pressing issues.
>None of the guards have seen your resident world traveler anonymous enter the castle, and it was getting past his curfew.
>You needed to find him, and if he wasn't in the castle, he was a Ponyville.
>You used your endless supply of magic, and teleported to his room.
>He was there, that was TOO convenient. This wasn't him, there was noway, you all ways had to pull him back to the castle.
>Walking up to whoever this was, you pull his shirt up, and look, there was the same invisible mark you gave him to make sure it was your anonymous.
>It was there, the invisible sun on his abdomen, reassured you pulled down his shirt and smiled.
>Using your magic again, you levitated him up, pulled his covers across and put him in, pulling the covers back over him.
>'Huh, he didn't wake up?'
>His breathing was deep but slow, and it looked like sleep had overpowered him, in due part to the alcohol you could smell.
>He'd have a bad hangover in the morning.
>Then it happened, a leak.
>You felt the front of your dress go warm, as milk flowed out.
>This time, it went on Anonymous's bed.
>You backed away, it was no good, he bed was covered in your breast milk.
>A very naughty thought walked with the wind in your mind.
>What if you fed Anonymous? It wouldn't harm anyone, in fact it would help him by filling his belly.
>You decided against better judgment to act out this fantasy.
>Moving your hands around the back, you removed your whit gown by undoing the clasps, until the dress wasn't secure.
>You pushed the dress front of and pulled down in a smooth motion until it hit the floor, then you lifted your legs out of it.
>Now all you were in was your soft cotton panties, and bra, both with a purple hue.
>Your bra was ruined, and was sopping with the milk, so doing the same as the dress, you unclasped the back and pulled it out, releasing your firm double Ds from their enclosure.
>You climbed slowly on the bed, as to avoid more spillage, until you were next to anon.
>Using your strength here, you pulled him onto your lap, and laid
>Anonymous looked so content here, you made a mental note of that.
>Putting your hand on his face, you guided his open mouth to your right nipple, and gently pushed his face onto it.
>A moan escaped your lips, as Anon's nature kicked in and he suckled.
>You felt a jet of warm chalky milk flow into his mouth, then saw him swallow it into his stomach.
>Bliss was what you could feel, Anon was draining the heavy milk from your breast, and hitting every never along the ay setting your teat on fire.
>Through your half-lidded eyes you could see him, suckling more milk, he was nearly done with his breast but there was a problem.
>His stomach was pushed out, bursting with your liquid inside of him, this wouldn't do, there was still another breast.
>You put your hands on his stomach and began to rub in a circular motion, curdling your milk inside of him.
>It works and his belly shrinks pack down.
>You push your left nipple onto his face, and the cycle stars over again.
>He suckles from you.
>He was truly yours now.
>Full of your life giving milk.
>His body would use your DAN to build up his muscles and bone, and your calcium would lone his innards.
>Another wetness in the front of your panties caused you to loose attention,
>You placed your free hand down into your panties, and started to move your finger about down there
>Pushing them down into your waiting hole.
>You start to explore down there, causing little shivers of pleasure to shoot up your spine.
>Moving a little bit faster, you push in and out, while keeping Anon chained to your teat.
>Letting out moans, you can already see th end, and pick up pace even more, drilling your figure into your pussy.
>More figures go in, first one, then two, then three
>The soon enough you had your whole hand in, fisting yourself.
>Your panties were absolutely soaked. and you were close.
>Anonymous was still filling up with your milk.
>He was still asleep, and his stomach was heavily bloated, you could see it clearly as he rested on your lap.
>Faster and faster, you pushed yourself over the limit.
>More and more your panties were stained with your juices.
>A thick jet of milk was forced into anonymous pushing his stomach out as he emptied your teat.
>You begin to rest, hugging Anon as he lies with you asleep.
>He was your milker now, no more ruined dresses, he would take all the milk you could make.
>Rubbing faster you felt the milk move, and his stomach ruble with fullness, he had drunk at least two gallons of your creamy warm milk.

>Opening your eyes, you burst into conciseness.
>There's a warmth down below, and you open you feel your stomach.
>Is is bloated as hell, and is visibly pushing up against the covers.
'What the fuck?'
>Pushing up with your hands, you felt sloshing inside, it was liquid, and it felt warm, and comforting, it spread around your body.
>Deciding to get up, you walk to the bathroom, only to notice a pair of purple panties, a dress and a milk stained bra.
>Now things were getting creepy.