Teats Or GTFO!

Wingnut awoke, his pelt crusty from his own spunk, and reeking of somewhat soured milk. His couch was stiff and crusty feeling from the milk that had soaked in. His teats ached horribly, swollen with milk.

Teats. Boobs. Crotch tits. Funbags. Melons. Some mares had glandular growth issues that caused oversized mammaries. Usually, teats swelled only slightly from milk production, at least in equines. Minotaurs grew enormous tits on their chests.

Wingnut suddenly had a new appreciation for the female form. Everything down there was sore, aching, he realised that he needed to be milked.

He rolled off the couch and took a shower, hoping to clear his head.

The hot water felt wonderful. He sat, sprawled out, legs splayed, in the bottom of the shower, hot water running on his teats. He thought about last night and felt a clench in his nethers, just below his dock. Milk dribbled from his nipples as the hot water beat down upon his swollen teats. He gently pressed down with a hoof, causing a teat to be mashed against the shower floor. Milk flooded out, swirling with the water and running down the drain.

Some of the pressure eased away. Wingnut spent the next half an hour trying to milk himself, not knowing how, desperate to make the ache go away.

He needed to find a cure. And maybe a bra. He needed to find Trixie and make her fix this. He doubted that she would be willing, but he would try.

When he hot water ran out, he got out of the shower, dried himself off with a shake, and went to go fix himself something to eat.

In the kitchen, he sat, eating toast and drinking coffee. He had been out of cream, so he had squirted a dollop of his own milk into his coffee cup. He would never admit it, but he liked his own brand better. It was sweeter and creamier in his coffee.

He sat, sipping, nibbling on toast. It was almost sundown. Time to leave the house and then figure out what to do. He was already beginning to ache, milk dribbled. It was going to be difficult to walk or fly. Or even leave the house.

He had no idea what to do next. Perhaps a hospital might be a good idea, as embarrassing as it might be to explain this to somepony. He squirted more milk into his half full coffee cup. At least they were useful. Maybe he could get a steady job giving milk. He wondered if his milk could be used to make cheese.

He snorted, and finished the last of his toast.

He carefully stuck his head out of the door, looking down the hallway, first one side, and then the other. Nopony around. Good. He made his way to the roof, carefully emerging from the top exit, feeling sore and tight back there. The sun was setting, and the first stars were already visible.

He sat down on the roof, carefully, trying to not sit on his own teats. Tricky business. They flopped onto the warm soft tar of the roof and he could feel the heat of the day flooding his teats. It felt soothing and warm.

He sat there for a long while, enjoying the breeze, when he heard the flap of wings. He looked around, seeing nothing, and felt slightly alarmed.

“There he is.” A voice said. “The one we got a tip about last night. Grab him!”

Wingnut spread his wings, ready to take off, but all he did was crash into the rooftop, drooling, fading into blackness.

He awoke, feeling groggy. Something was in his mouth. Something rubbery. He was blindfolded. He felt ropes on each of his legs. He was on a bed. He realised with some alarm that it was a ball gag in his mouth.

He kicked and squirmed, trying to get free, his teats aching and milk spurting from his efforts.

“What a delightful surprise!” A voice said as a door opened. “This night shall last forever!” A female voice said.

Wingnut panicked. He doubled his efforts, trying to squirm free.

“Such a rare opportunity. Usually when I indulge, it is with oversized mares. But a stallion! With such fine teats!” The voice said, full of excitement.

Wingnut felt warmth near his teats. Something was on the bed with him. It moved, carefully, drawing close. He could feel her warmth. He felt a tongue tease his nipple.

He froze, completely still, his spine suddenly ablaze.

There was another lick.

“So sweet and creamy.” The voice said, before taking another lick.

The strange mare, whomever she was, began to suckle. Wingnut felt the pressure in one teat began to ease off. A gagged moan rose from his throat.

He felt a painful nip and jerked, pulling against his ropes. Another nip.

He let out a wordless cry that was muffled by the ballgag.

He delighted in the suckling, feeling the sweet gentle suction, but remained tense, fearing another nip.

Nip.

He pulled against his restraints, unable to stop what was happening. A tongue circled around his stiff nipple, teasing, lips pulling, sucking, little tugs, pulling and stretching the skin, sometimes punctuated with another painful nip.

As the mare pressed against his side, getting a better angle to work him over, he felt feathers. She had wings. He could feel the milk being drained from him.

Finally, after many tortuous minutes, she eased off the teat with a wet slurp and went to work on the other one, teasing, tugging, suckling, and nipping.

It was too much to bear. He felt himself growing hard.

“Watch it!” She warned. “You nearly stuck me in the eye!” She bit down savagely upon a nipple, causing Wingnut to thrash against his restraints.

After what felt like forever, she stopped.

“I wonder what else you have to offer.” She purred.

He felt hot breath going lower, down the base of his erect cock, near his balls, and then down even lower…

Wingnut could barely draw breath when he felt hot breath on his pucker. There was a faint touch from a teasing tongue. And then pressure, a firm lick, pressing in, getting traction, pulling him apart slightly, tugging and stretching.

Another lick.

And then another.

Finally, the tongue pressed against his pucker, demanding entrance, friction building, tiny circling licks trying to force his pucker open, the tip pushing in slightly.

He clenched and squeezed, trying to stop the probing tongue.

“We have a fighter.” The voice said as the assault paused for a moment, and then resumed.

He felt more licks, broad licks now, going in wide circles, slicking him up, soaking him, relaxing him. He felt the tongue drag along the tender place between his dock and his pucker, the tip offering a teasing wiggle.

Teeth savagely clamped down upon the tender skin at the base of his dock, causing his whole body to stiffen wildly, pulling against his restraints. The strange mare pinched the skin, pulling and tugging, causing explosive pain through his nethers,

When she finally let go, he found that he couldn’t clench up down there. The tongue began its slow entry, first the tip wiggling inward, and then a little more, licking, sliding in and out.

He shivered, He couldn’t help it.

He was hard now. Too hard. Over stimulated, throbbing, the curious tongue reaching deep inside now, he felt a load being readied for action deep within his balls.

As she worked him over, he felt a horn brush against his teat. A horn?

No. It couldn’t be...

He didn’t get much of a chance to think about it. The tongue was gone, leaving him slick and slippery. Something else knocked at his backdoor.

He felt a hoof edge spreading his pucker.

No no no no no…

He still couldn’t clinch, not without explosive pain coming from where he had been bit on the base of his dock. He was powerless to stop the probing hoof. He felt himself stretching, his pucker falling open, welcoming the probing hoof.

No no no no no…

And then it was inside, pressing deeper, twisting slightly, and then pressing into something that filled his whole backside with pressure,

He blew his load explosively all over his own chest, some of it splashing up onto his face.

“You rotten little spoilsport!” The voice shouted. “You’ve ruined our fun. How dare you make a mess while I enjoy myself!”

He felt something lash against his cutie mark. First one lash, then a second, he felt welts rising on his skin. Another lash with some kind of corded whip.

He felt a lash over one of his teats. He cried out, choking against the gag, squealing and kicking, trying to work himself free. His teat was on fire from the stinging blow. The hoof up his backside twisted painfully, driving deeper as the lashes continued to fall.

What had once been somewhat pleasurable was now pure torture.

He felt something clamp down on a nipple, and then the other. They were cold, metallic, the chill causing a painful sting. Something else metallic clamped around his balls, squeezing painfully.

With a gagged scream he realised a thin metal rod was being inserted down his urethra, sliding down his half erect cock, with no lubrication, it tugged and pulled at the skin inside painfully, causing him to struggle violently, to no avail.

The hoof was pulled free and he heard the jingle of metal. Odd sounds. Like a harness being cinched.

The voice was silent, He felt two hooves, one on each side of his hips, and a body pressing down on top of him somewhat, angled against him, and he felt something cold and rubbery pressing against his pucker.

A strap on he realised…

The enormous phallus was rammed deep inside on the first stroke, and the rod inserted down his cock began to slide in and out rhythmically, the fluid release from his crushed prostate offering a miniscule amount of lubrication.

The voice kept its promise. The night felt like it would last forever…