“Hey, I need your help.”

You glance up from the book you were reading to see Gleaming standing in the doorway, an urgent look on her face. You cock an eyebrow, giving her a blank look. She usually never asks for help. She was furiously independent. Being one of the few high-ranking female members of the Guard, as well as the fact she had her sights set on being Captain, she didn’t want to give any stallions the chance to say she had help getting where she was.

This usually wasn’t a problem, except for when she was really, really stupid about it. Like that one time she broke her ankle and instead of allowing you to carry her to the hospital, she walked five miles on it. You walked with her just in case, but every time you moved to help, she just slapped you with her magic.

So, if she was asking for your help, it meant one of two things. One, she had finally gotten over her independent streak—not likely—or two, it was something that she physically could not do herself.

Placing a ribbon in the book to mark your place, you close it and put it aside before returning your attention to Gleaming. Standing, you ask, “What’s the matter?”

Gleaming enters your room and you immediately notice that she has her armor on, but it’s not fastened; the metal plates hanging loosely by her sides. Walking up to you, she turns around and spreads her legs, flicking her tail to the side as she does so. Not enough to expose anything… private, but just enough to allow you to see that her teats are swollen, almost painfully so.

“I need you to get some of the milk out of these,” she say as if what she’s asking is a perfectly normal request. She shakes her rump at you, her breasts swaying back and forth.

“W-what? Why?” you stammer, your brain trying to process the request.

“I can’t get my armor on,” she whines. “They keep getting in the way, and the metal pinches them. I need your help making them smaller.”

You try to look away, you really do, but you can’t tear your eyes from the sight before you. You continue to stare at the white mounds, your face heating up. You’ve been in Equestria for nearly five years, so you’re no stranger to how relaxed ponies are about their nudity. It came as a shock for you when you first saw a stallion walking around in public with an erection, and everybody acting like it wasn’t there.

However, this was a new one, even for you.

“Come on, Anon. Be a stallion and help me out, will ya?” Gleaming asks, slowly beginning to back up.

You try to respond, but you can’t look away from the swinging breasts.

“Hurry up, will you?” she grumbles. “I have inspection in twenty minutes, and if I’m late again, I have to do laps around the castle!”

You say nothing, your gaze fixated on her mounds, 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 shoulder. You hesitate for too long, your brain still trying to process what is happening before you. This has to be some kind of weird dream, and you’re going to wake up soon, only for Luna to pop in and laugh at you like she does every time you have a weird-ass dream.

Stupid Moonbutt. Sometimes you think she does it on purpose, just to fuck with you. Seriously, all you did was tell her that her moon was bigger than the one back home. It’s not like you called her fat or anything.

Not appreciating your hesitation, Gleaming growls, her horn beginning to glow. Immediately, something knocks your legs out from beneath you, and you collapse onto your back with a ‘thud’. Before you have time to recover, she’s straddling you, her breasts dangling inches above your face.

“I don’t have time for this,” she mutters from above you. You hear the sound of magic being used again, and your jaw is suddenly pried open by her rosy aura. You’re too dazed to even try and fight back.

Gleaming crouches down, lowering one of her swollen nubs into your open mouth. Once it was in position, she closes your mouth again, your lips forming a seal over the nipple.

You just lay there, nipple in mouth, shocked and unable to comprehend what is happening. This day started out so normal too. You woke up, had breakfast, avoided Celestia’s attempts to get into your pants for your “banana”, went back to your room to read, and now you have your best friend's tit in your mouth. Seriously, what the fuck happened?

“Suck," Gleaming orders, pushing a forehoof into your chest. Still too stunned to respond, you just stare at her underbelly, a dumb look on your face. “God damn it, Anon,” she growls. “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!

Giving yourself a mental slap, you get your brain started again. The first thing you notice is that her breasts are different than that of a woman’s. The breast is smaller, the nipple longer. Even so, they’re close enough to have an affect on you. You just hope Gleaming doesn’t notice the growing tent in your pants.

As you begin to suck tentatively on her teat, you are surprised when, almost immediately, milk begins to flow into your mouth. It was shockingly 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.

As you continue to suck, Gleaming squirms above you, moaning softly.

“It’s about damn time,” she signs, her tail brushing the top of your head as it flicks 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,” she 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 vibrations causing her to moan. Her back legs begin to tremble slightly, and her tail lifts itself higher into the air.

“It’s fine,” she says, sounding out of breath. “J-just… just hurry up, will ya?”

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 slide yourself out from beneath her, but are stopped by a hoof being placed on your stomach.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Gleaming coos, shaking her head. “Where do you think you’re going? You still have one more to go, Anon~”

“W-what?”

“Come on, Anon,” she huffs, clearly annoyed. “You did one already, now do the second one!” Not giving you any time to respond, she stomps your stomach with her hoof. You gasp, and she uses the opportunity to force the second teat into your open mouth.

“Hurry up,” she commands, grinding her breasts into your face. “There’s only ten minutes left until inspection!”

Shrugging mentally, you proceed to begin to empty the second teat of it’s 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!”

You reprimand yourself as you slow down. suckling at a more conserved pace, you take time to enjoy each mouthful. This causes Gleaming to moan and hang her head. By now, your arousal is obvious; Lil’ Anon straining to burst free from the prison that was your pants. From where her head is, there is no way that she can’t see it.

Blushing heavily in embarrassment, you try to ignore how close her muzzle is getting to the straining bulge. You continue to suck, the breast visibly reducing in size as you drain the milk from it. Gleaming’s muzzle is now pressed into your crotch, her nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply.

As you continue to 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 as well, her marehood glistening with moisture. Every few seconds or so, she would wink, the action causing 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 of 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 think to yourself.

You move your arms up slowly, trying not to 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, however, 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 on with your plan. Your hands sneak into view, and you carefully creep towards her glistening marehood. You’re basically sucking on autopilot now, too caught up in concentrating on what your hands are doing. You can feel the heat coming off of her folds now, your hands inches from their destination. You’re so preoccupied that you don’t even realize that there is no more milk coming from the nipple in your mouth.

Gleaming notices, however.

Just as you were about to touch your fingertips to her slit, she suddenly pulls her teat from your mouth. Scrambling, she climbs off of you, buckling her armor quickly. It fits perfectly, sliding over her shrunken breasts without any trouble.

“Thanks, Anon,” she shouts as she dashes to the door, adjusting 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 look 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 finally speaking, “What… the fuck?”

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You spend the rest of the day in your room, refusing to leave. After the ‘meal’ you had, you weren’t hungry anyways.

Gleaming Shield never came back, and you later learned from a passing guard that she had arrived five minutes late for inspection, smelling of sweat and arousal, and had been forced to do two hundred laps around the castle.

Serves her right, stupid cock-teasing pony.

Night had fallen, and the moon was beginning to rise. It truly was bigger than the moon back on Earth. Back home, you could cover it with the tip of your pinkie finger. Here, it took your thumb, and even then the edges still poked around the digit.

You were thinking of just going to bed; it was clear that you weren’t going to do anything productive with the rest of your day.

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 move to the door and, unlocking it, pull it open.

“Hello, Can I help you—" you begin, but the words die on your lips when you see who is standing on the other side of the door.

A dozen or so batponies were milling about your door, staring up at you with large eyes that seemed to glow in the gloom. 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—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.

Author's Note

If you see any tense-shifts, please feel free to let me know. I normally write in first-person & third-person past tense, and this is my first try at second-person present.