Wingnut stood, in the middle of the audience, watching The Great and Powerful Trixie perform. The show, by any account, was awful. The crowd was mostly silent. There was no applause. Yet Trixie continued, labouring under the delusion that somehow, this was her best show ever.

“Boo!” Wingnut shouted to the showmare.

He was given a dirty look for his trouble, which caused her current spell to fizzle and pop. The crowd snickered and laughed, not at the showmare, but at her misfortune.

“Hey Trixie!” Wingnut shouted. “You should go back to magical kindergarten!”

The crowd howled with laughter, causing Trixie to become very flustered. She puffed out her cheeks, blushed angrily, and gave Wingnut the stinkeye.

“Hey Trixie!” Wingnut yelled over the laughter. “Teats or get the fuck out!”

“ENOUGH!” Trixie shouted. “So you want teats or you want Trixie to get out eh?” Trixie said, her horn glowing. “Try these on for size!”

Her horn blazed, filling the room with light, and a beam of magic struck Wingnut. He felt an odd tingle, and there was nothing else.

“Ha!” Wingnut shouted. “Nothing happened! Loser! Teats or get the fuck out!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Trixie said, a smug look on her features.

There was a nervous laugh from somewhere behind Wingnut. He paused, then lowered his head and looked down between his front legs. Something nagged at his mind. Something didn’t feel right.

He stared back towards his own balls and it dawned upon him that something was terribly wrong back there.

Teats.

Not just little swollen nipples like a nursing mare, but enormous floppy teats the size of cantaloupe melons dangled down on each side of his colt bits.

“How do you like your teats?!” Trixie crowed. She cackled maniacally and then vanished from the stage in a puff of rainbow coloured smoke.

The crowd was starting to laugh now. Not at Trixie, but at Wingnut.

He ran.

He took off running, feeling his new flesh slapping around together, banging into his hind legs, and smacking up against his balls. Wingnut muttered as he ran, his wings fluttering but held in to his sides, trying to escape the crowd.

The crowd was howling.

His teats hung down almost to his knees. They were swollen and painful. Running hurt. He felt wet back there. He stopped for a moment, looking back behind him, and realised there was a trail of milk on the floor. He gasped.

Wingnut felt his face suddenly go aflame. He was leaking milk everywhere, and he could feel even more pressure building up back there. Painful pressure, a feeling that he had never known. He took off running again, but was forced to slow down. The bouncing and jiggling was simply too painful.

He cleared the door and gingerly trotted away into the night, his new teats banging together and sloshing milk as he ran down the road, the pain and pressure becoming exquisite.

After several blocks, he could run no longer. He stopped, breathless, in pain, dribbling a puddle between his hind legs.

He heard a mare giggling at him. She was standing on the street corner.

“You could make good money with those sugar!” She shouted.

Wingnut bit down on his lip to keep from crying out in frustration. He heard more laughter.

He heard hoofsteps behind him and felt something brush up against a teat. He whirled, seeing a stallion with a lewd grin.

“Twenty five bits if you let me suck on those a while while everypony watches.” The lewd stallion said with a wink.

“No!” Wingnut cried, spreading his wings. He flew away, rather clumsily, having a hard time flying. He looked down and saw the perverted stallion standing, mouth open, tongue out, trying to catch dribbles of milk that rained down.

This night just couldn’t get any worse.

Wingnut flew, splay legged, his teats banging together painfully, sending rivulets of milk cascading down below. A gust hit him, causing him to bank slightly, and he felt his balls being crushed between the two enormous mammary glands that suddenly slapped together. He very nearly dropped from the sky.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed, his balls aching, sending flaring pain up and down his backside and through his guts.

And then the pain exploded through his teats. They were sore. Sensitive. Full of milk. His nipples blazed, feeling like the surface temperature of the sun. His teats collided together as he flew, slapping together painfully.

“Ow ow ow oh fuck!” He shouted. “Stupid bitch Trixie!”

He crashed into the roof of his apartment building, coming to a skidding halt on his hooves, causing his teats to slap together painfully. He kicked the door open with a slam, and then carefully made his way down the stairs, going down several floors, until he reached the floor with his apartment. He opened his front door, entered, and slammed it shut behind him.

“Fucking bitch!” He shouted in frustration.

He laid down upon his couch, on his back, and then looked down there to try and assess the situation.

Big ol’ teaties.

That was all he could think. They flopped over his stomach, his own nipples staring up at him accusingly, dribbling milk at him, soaking into his coat. He gently touched one with a hoof, causing it to squirt.

He bit his lip and hissed.

He gently squeezed them together, causing milk to flood his stomach, soaking him, trickling down his sides, into his wings, and down into his couch.

Oh… He thought to himself. That felt kinda good…

He gave himself another squeeze, causing more milk to dribble.

He felt a stirring in his sheath, a faint tug.

On top of everything else, he was making himself hard. What a great way to end the night.

Something peeked up at him, protruding out from between his teats.

Experimentally, he rubbed his teats along the sides of his little buddy, causing a moan to escape from his lips.

He squeezed, a little roughly, causing himself some pain. Milk dribbled out. His teats felt slick, warm, and wet.

He gave a few thrusts, just to see what it felt like, sliding himself between his own teats.

Self teatie fucking… The thought was more than a little arousing. A new ache settled into his balls.

No way to stop now, he thought to himself, picking up the pace.

Each thrust caused pressure to rise in his throbbing cock, but seemed to ease the pressure in his teats as more milk was squeezed out. He squeezed his teats together, crushing them almost between his two hooves, sliding back and forth between them, all new sensations of pleasure causing his body to shiver.

He now understood what a good teatie fuck felt like from both sides of the experience. The thought was nearly too much, he nearly blew his load right then and there.

He squeezed down upon himself, reveling in the friction, perhaps squeezing a little too hard. Milk spattered upon his lips. He licked, tasting his own milk. It was sweet and creamy, thick, with an odd sweet scent.

The thought was too much for him as something else spurted into his face. He felt it, hot wet and sticky, mingling with the milk that he was still licking.

He gagged, tasting his own semen mixed with milk. It was salty and bitter, it made the milk taste sour.

He lay on the couch, breathless, going soft, spitting out his own spunk, soaked with milk. He gently rubbed his own balls, feeling the pressure die down, that painful aching need. Semen began to dry and crust along his belly and his chest.

As he lay there, he realised that he was going to have to find a way to get this cured. He had no idea what to do next.

Author's Note

I don't know what I was thinking, sorry.