Gleaming's Shields

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Romance
Length: 5552

General Gleaming Shield is tired of being ogled for her chest, instead of respected for her strength. A playful Cadance helps her wife properly appreciate her endowments, even while praising her brawn.

General Gleaming Shield is tired of being ogled for her chest, instead of respected for her strength. A playful Cadance helps her wife properly appreciate her endowments, even while praising her brawn.

Contains: R63, breast expansion, hyper breasts, lactation, and some muscle worship.

Coverart by kevinsano, found at Derpibooru ID 962601. Editing by Troublesome Beast. A Patreon-voted story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-06 16:20:02 UTC

Gleaming's Shields

"Ugh!"

Cadance peeked up over the top of her book as her wife's grunt echoed through her ears. She didn't so much as flinch when the door to their bedroom—their royal bedroom, four-poster bed and all—slammed behind Gleaming's back, the mare herself scowling fiercely enough to boil a thunderstorm.

"Hey, cutie," Cadance said. She nodded in Gleaming's direction. Stretched out on their bed like this, she had an indisputably good view of the rest of their chambers, from the balcony looking out over the Crystal Empire to Gleaming's favorite chair. The view of Gleaming was good, too; but what Cadance saw was a bit worrisome.

Gleaming didn't sit in her chair; she didn't relax at all. She stormed right past it, huffing loudly, and plopped down on the edge of the bed. Her long, cerulean-streaked mane fell across her face, and she grunted again before shoving it away. Her body seemed to half-melt forward in defeat, but the gorgeously sculpted lines of Gleaming's corded muscles tensed as though she was waiting to pounce on someone.

Cadance frowned. She'd always been the more diplomatic one of their duo. Puns and practical jokes might come easier to Gleaming than to a mare who'd been born "Mi Amore di Cadenza," but once Gleaming Shield got steamed up...

Setting her book aside with a sigh, Cadance got onto her hands and knees and crawled her way over to her wife's side. The luxurious quilts depressed invitingly beneath her knuckles, but Cadance didn't stop until she was able to slip right beside Gleaming's larger figure.

Fixing a sympathetic smile on her face, Cadance leaned against her taller wife's shoulder and gave her thigh a small squeeze. "Hey," she said gently, glancing up into Gleaming's eyes. "What happened, Gleamy?"

Gleaming grunted. She crossed her arms over her chest—pushing, an eternally-interested corner of Cadance's mind noted, her well-sized bosom a good inch forward and up. Cadance might have been the softer one in their relationship, rounded with enough curves to make a Manehattan filly jealous, but Gleaming's padding seemed to concentrate deliciously for her own curves At her sculpted, six-foot-four frame, too, Gleaming's relatively amazonian figure only made her F-cup breasts all the more noticeable, her well-shaped biceps wonderfully framing them whenever her arms or forearms so much as squished against the sides. Even so, Gleaming's hard, toned muscle left even bodybuilding stallions struggle to pin her to a wrestling mat

Built like a tank, and stacked like a showmare, Gleaming could only huff again, trying—and failing—to blow a strand of mane from her cheek before glowering forward at the wall. Cadance resisted the urge to smooth it away—or to groom it back with more intimate licks.

"Training drills," Gleaming muttered. "Wanted to put the Guard through their paces—see what they could do."

Cadance nodded. Idly, she turned to nuzzle her cheek against Gleaming's broad shoulder. "And?"

"They did...fine," Gleaming said, only somewhat disgruntledly. She sighed, balled her fists up in her lap, her sturdy legs tensing and her potent arms almost shaking with suppressed frustration. "But they kept on getting distracted."

Oh, dear. Mentally, Cadance switched roles from "peacemaker" to "damage control." "By what?" she asked.

Gleaming said nothing. Instead, she just scowled down at her bust.

Ah. Now that... Well, Cadance decided, she really should have been able to see this coming. She still remembered the terrors that Gleaming had had to put her command through just to get them to stop ogling her tits instead of watching their spears. It'd wound up with half of the troop moaning in pain on the wrestling-mat floor...but they'd learned, all right.

"Mm." Cadance squished her weight a little tighter against Gleaming's side. Her wife, big and hard as she was, was always warm, an inner heat always burning at her core that never failed to take some of the edge off of Cadance's own thoughts. Massaging a knot behind Gleaming's shoulder gently, she looked up sympathetically at her wife and said, "They haven't learned yet, huh?"

Gleaming's scowl twisted. "No," she muttered. She looked so adorable pouting like that—Cadance had to refrain from smiling at the sight of it. "I just thought that I wouldn't have to go through this again." The pattern repeated: Gleaming slumped forward, yet her muscles tensed even more.

"Go through what?" Cadance moved her one-handed massage down from Gleaming's shoulder. With how much her wife moved around, it was a rare night when she didn't come home from the barracks' office knotted with tension. Gleaming took a deep breath, her impressive lat muscles flexing as her chest pushed forward, and exhaled. Cadance whimsically thought of them as little wings of Gleaming's own, spreading with the power in her amazonian frame.

"Getting them to look at me as more than just a piece of meat," Gleaming muttered. She fixed her gaze on her offendingly oversized breasts and huffed. "No thanks to these two."

"Oh, sweetie." Cadance's hand slipped lovingly down around Gleaming's waist, and she pulled herself a little closer. Her breathing slowing, she leaned her head onto Gleaming's shoulder and moved her hand over the other mare's taut tummy. Tracing her finger in tight, lazy circles around Gleaming's navel, Cadance breathed out and said, "I know they respect you. You're Gleaming Shield—their princess! Their savior, the streets say."

Gleaming could only snort. Typical, Cadance thought, with only an inward roll of her eyes: focusing on the negative.

"Yeah," Gleaming said. She gave her plump breasts a squeeze, and then rolled her own eyes when she released them, sending her hefty jugs jiggling down against her chest. "But it'd be a whole lot more helpful if they didn't catch an eyeful of these girls every time I so much as moved. Let alone ran," she added, "or fought, or wrestled."

Cadance pursed her lips. Truth be told—and she had made it a habit to be very honest with herself where her wife was concerned—Gleaming's "shields" were certainly...jumbo-sized. They were firm, perky, yet round and supple enough to fill out any bra you cared to offer. Even with support, they always seemed to have minds of their own, bouncing and swaying in time to a beat that only they could hear. Just looking at them, she felt her own thick thighs rubbing appreciatively together. That familiar dark corner of her mind stirred lavisciously, already egging her hands on to grab a hold of one of those juicy, snow-white orbs and squeeze...

But it wouldn't do to make Gleaming self-conscious. Not yet. But Cadance was getting an intriguing idea...

She settled for merely moving her patient massage to Gleaming's chiseled lower back, and waiting quietly.

Finally, Gleaming sighed. Her powerful figure flexed, fists clenching...and then relaxed in apparent resignation. "They're just too damn big," she said mournfully. She cupped her hands around them, and frowned when she saw just how much they overflowed her fingers by. "Wish I wasn't so much of a mare."

Now that was a thought Cadance couldn't abide. "Gleaming Shield," she said sharply, "you are a beautiful mare—my beautiful mare, and I won't let the wandering eyes of a few new recruits stop you from seeing that!"

Gleaming grunted. She tossed her mane back, clearing her face of any wayward strands. If there was one thing Cadance had ever been jealous of Gleaming for, it was her uncanny ability to keep her mane, well...gleaming. Even stuck with sticks and twigs, matted with mud and debris, it still seemed to maintain a glowing shine that defied all reason or, indeed, physics. Softly, Cadance moved to tenderly intertwine her fingers with Gleaming's hair, pulling her own knees up onto the bed and curling up at Gleaming's side as she stroked her wife's mane gently.

"I dunno," Gleaming muttered, finally. She tore her gaze aside, not quite meeting Cadance's lower eyes. "Dunno what I'm supposed to even do with them." As if for emphasis, she gave her chest a little shake, and winced when her well-padded bust jiggled along.

Cadance scoffed—not loudly; she didn't want to put Gleaming on the defensive, but…

To put it simply, hearing her wife talk herself down like that was very disheartening.

“Do?” Cadance asked. She curled her knees in tighter, snuggled up against Gleaming’s side until she could feel the steady thub-thump of the larger mare's heart against her chest. “All you have to do is be the strongest, sexiest mare I've ever seen.”

“But I don't want to be sexy,” Gleaming said. A moment later, under Cadance's reproachful stare, she winced and hastily recanted. “Okay—for you, maybe. I don't need to be for them”

“Princess Gleaming Shield,” Cadance said, making sure to only scold her lightly. She curled Gleaming’s mane in her fingers, then hugged her other arm tight beneath her big wife’s bigger bosom as she felt the gentle rise and fall of Gleaming’s lungs. “You are a big, beautiful mare, and you need to own that.”

“I—“ Gleaming began—but Cadance want about to stop there.

“You,” she said, almost surprising herself with her own ferocity, “are an amazing mare who shouldn't have to hide anything at all.” Grinning, Cadance moved her back hand lower, starting to massage at Gleaming’s large, toned ass. Gleaming grunted softly, her broad shoulders relaxing as Cadance's skilled, slender fingers went to work kneading her steely buns.

“So some recruits can't keep their eyes off your chest?” Cadance teased. She slipped her front hand up until it was smooshing against the underside of Gleaming’s chest, then spread her fingers to cup the far sphere of the big mare's bra-busting bust. "Let them stare. You and I both know that you've got enough of a whipcrack to your drill-sergeant voice that you can send them all scurrying with their tails between their legs."

Gleaming grunted again, except this time, the sound had a bit more of a helpless, moaning quality to it. A soft blush spread across her face, and Cadance couldn't help but smile at her wife's growing self-awareness. "Cady—"

"Do you know?" Cadance purred, nuzzling up against Gleaming's ear like a cat, "that every moment I see you, I have to struggle not to—mm, just rip that feisty little sports bra off of you?" Admittedly, she added silently, said sports bra was much less little than “oversized,” and even it barely managed to contain Gleaming’s copious cleavage—but that didn’t really need to be said aloud. Cadance’s voice lowered, almost to a growl, and she let herself dip into her magical pool. Her horn sparked, flared, its tip grinding against the base Gleaming's horn as Cadance's arms began to slowly knead Gleaming's breast. If Gleaming needed a pick-me-up, a confidence booster, then she'd get one...if not entirely one she'd expected.

Gleaming shifted her hips, her not-inconsiderable weight causing their king-sized bed to creak beneath her bulk. "Cady," she began again—but Cadance was having precisely none of it.

"Should a soldier ever second-guess their orders?" she asked. Her thumb flicked up to tenderly massage Gleaming's perking nipple. Just barely hidden by her thick, padded bra, Cadance could still feel its imprint pressing up against the flesh of her thumb, its stiff, eager warmth like icing on top of the inches of cleavage straining above Gleaming's neckline. "Should a general ever second-guess the orders they give?"

Gleaming squirmed, though not unpleasantly. She wasn't not enjoying this, at least—especially with the way her toned, sculpted rear was flexing pleasantly against Cadance's lowered hand, and the way her lips were struggling not to curl into a smile. "W-well," she began—but Cadance had already whipped around to take Gleaming's chin in her hand and pointed directly downward.

"Well?" Cadance said sweetly.

"Well," Gleaming said, hesitating—"No." She coughed, blushing slightly.

"Precisely," Cadance said. She winked at her wife, and pulled her down for a fierce kiss. Before their lips met, she let her cheek brush against Gleaming's, and whispered into Gleaming's ear: "It's not that you're too big, Gleaming dear—it's that you're still too small."

She felt her own toes curl delightedly as their lips pressed together, Gleaming's thick tongue protruding instinctively against her own. Cadance let it inside, allowed their muzzles to lock together as she tasted Gleaming, sampled her wife's flavor. Somewhere along the line, she'd slung her far leg over Gleaming's sculpted thigh, letting her crotch grind not-so-subtly against Gleaming's quads as her more modest, double-D-cup breasts smooshed enthusiastically against Gleaming's larger ones.

Gleaming groaned into the kiss, nearly growling. Flustered or not, Cadance could already feel the heat rising to her wife's cheeks; with one hand massaging the space under Gleaming's shirt between her teats and belly, she could feel the seed of desire and aggression squirming there, driving Gleaming's tongue deeper toward her throat. Cadance moaned back, her toes wriggling delightedly as she took a big, chunky handful of Gleaming's perfect ass and squeezed.

So, too, did her magic squeeze, her horn shimmering for a radiant moment as the spell shaped itself—and then flaring outward, the warmth of magic sparking from Cadance's horn to Gleaming's as the spell reasserted its hold over reality. Gleaming moaned, a bit louder, her hard obliques shifting against Cadance's side as the kiss seemed to press tighter, their breaths growing shorter with each passing second.

With a sound resembling a sigh, Cadance finally let her muzzle slip away, their lips parting to let the cool air fill the vacuum. Gleaming's mouth worked restlessly for a few moments more, her tongue curled as if frustrated at the disappearance of its partner. When Gleaming opened her eyes again, grunting under her breath, Cadance only smiled innocently down at her from her perch atop Gleaming's lap. Cadance's own plump, heart-shaped rump smooshed pleasantly over the hard musculature of Gleaming's thigh, the side of her perky breasts squishing against Gleaming's as Cadance kept herself in place with a hand around Gleaming's broad shoulders.

Gleaming blinked, her eyes squinting for a moment. It was almost as if she saw the world rushing back into existence around her, as if she'd forgotten it had existed and was only just now waking up to reality. "W-wait," she mumbled. "What did you—you mean? About 'too small'?"

Cadance just smiled at her, though a decidedly feline glitter tinted her eyes. She had to stifle a giggle as she leaned in to plant a kiss on Gleaming's red-flushed cheek. "Well," she said, savoring the word. "Isn't it obvious? You're no Captain anymore—you're a General! A Princess! And somepony of that stature..."

She walked her right hand's fingers up the side of Gleaming's waist until they reached the her generous bust. Smirking, Cadance spread her fingers wide—and then clamped down on Gleaming's sensitive melon  with a "honk" motion, letting the strong, supple titflesh squish beneath her grab-happy fingertips.

"...deserves a certain kind of gravitas," she said, licking her lips. "Don't you think?"

Gleaming—well, she didn’t quite frown at her, but there was confusion in those big eyes. “Cadance,” she said, warningly.

“Truth be told,” Cadance teased, “I’ve always fantasized about you having a larger figure.” She leaned in close, until her muzzle was almost pressing against Gleaming’s. She grinned lewdly, and winked. “They’re already so big and plump—but imagining them spilling out around your pitifully-small shirts? Bursting out of the seams while your big, powerful arms flex right out of the fabric?” Her smile swelled, and she nuzzled lovingly against Gleaming’s cheek. “Perhaps rubbing against the sides of doorways, mm?”

“Um,” Gleaming said.

“And think of the public possibilities!” Cadance crowed. She winked down at Gleaming, her lips pulling back into a half-crazed smile of delight. “Oh, you’re big enough now—but think how much bigger you could get with such a pair of mega-mammaries for nourishment! You’re already towering over so many of your privates—just think of how few would dare ignore you when just one mighty breast could crush them beneath its weight?”

“Um,” Gleaming said, quite firmly. “I do not think—ooh…”

Gleaming let out a soft little moan, her shoulder shivering as if suddenly dunked in a tank of cold water. "Cadance," she mumbled, quivering as Cadance played with her delectably erect nipple. "Sto-op that."

"No," Cadance said sweetly. She leaned in closer to Gleaming's cheek, nuzzling it as she inhaled her wife's ardent scent. Gleaming's nipple felt fat and heavy pinched between her thumb and forefinger...and yet already she could feel its shape widening. The part of Cadance's bust that had been smooshed against Gleaming's found itself squished further back, Cadance's chest losing the fight for air as, moment by moment, heartbeat by heartbeat, Gleaming's enchanted tits casually took up more and more space.

Cadance's hungry lips found Gleaming's again. "A princess—" she gasped, stifling moans between kisses as the two of them sucked in air. "—should have the best figure of her people. A general—" Their fervent tongues curled together, Gleaming's saliva sweet and honeylike on her lips. "—should make her troops do more than stare. She should make them—"

Cadance's fingers broadened, searching askance on Gleaming's generous bust. Her thumb still on Gleaming's protruding nipple, the bump of it growing steadily more obvious through the fabric of her shirt, Cadance gave Gleaming's heavy breast another greedy squeeze. Titflesh in abundance—certainly more than there'd been a minute ago—overflowed her fingers, warm, supple flesh squishing pleasantly beneath Cadance's touch. Gleaming groaned, her wide hips shifting against Cadance's as her rippling thighs twitched and flexed.

“—submit,” Cadance finished, shivering with electric delight.

"Caddy," Gleaming groaned. "Goddess, you're horny—" Cadance kept on kneading Gleaming's soft tit, kept on kissing her. Unrestrained in her ardor, Cadance kept on grinding the space between her legs against Gleaming's sculpted quads, the hard, striated muscle better than any toy as the fabric of her panties steadily moistened.

"Maybe just a little," Cadance murmured, her face flushed. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were bright. She met Gleaming's eyes and smiled, her grin stretching up to her dimples with a mischievous little flicker. "But can you really say you aren't?"

She gave Gleaming's overflowing breast another squeeze. Bereft of her bra for support, Gleaming's two generous boobs had found themselves held in only by the fabric of her tunic—an obstacle which was steadily stretching outward with each inch they widened. Cadance stifled a giggle as she felt the weight in her hand swell, more and more of Gleaming's jugs overflowing her grip. They had to be at least three pounds heavier by now!

But she was just getting started.

On and on their kiss went, Cadance's other hand curling in to knead at her wife's sopping cunt. The space between both their legs were drenched in juices of arousal, sweet lust staining Gleaming's thighs as her heavy, sensitive breasts grew increasingly more so.

Each one was approaching the size of a watermelon now, nearly a six inches cleavage poking out from Gleaming's neckline. Seemingly unaware of her frontal changes, Gleaming squirmed against Cadance, their tongues dueling—and their mutual lust only pushed Gleaming's big body further. The fabric of her blouse strained, the seams of her buttons groaning as her mighty knockers pushed them into considerable discomfort.

Cadance could feel the fabric of Gleaming's strained shirt beginning to ride up to reveal her midriff, letting Cadance's playful fingers knead and prod at her wife's cute, toned tummy. Steely-hard abs brushed against Cadance's knuckles as Gleaming's enlarging breasts demanded more and more fabric to cover them, their considerable weight pressing hard against Cadance's chest as Gleaming grunted and moaned into their kiss.

Something squeaked—then popped. Gasping for breath, Gleaming pulled away just as Cadance felt something small and hard smack against her lower chest. A little, "Eep!" of sting and pleasure, not unlike the results some of their raunchier games, escaped Cadance's lips. Eyes opening wide, Gleaming glanced down at what had surely felt like a sudden breath of freedom in the midst of a tightening vise of pressure—and gaped.

"Cadance," she said. "What. Did. You. Do?"

A sizable patch of thin-hided alabaster titflesh was now poking through enough to show a little of the pink of Gleaming's areolae. Not nearly enough, in Cadance's opinion. She was rewarded when, another moment later, a second button popped off to follow the first. Gleaming groaned, the pressure at her prodigious chest momentarily relieving itself as her breast shelf smooshed out to try and fill its new space. It didn't stop there, even, her unstoppable breasts pushing closer to freedom with each spurt of growth.

"Well," Cadance said innocently. She tapped her chin with a slender, manicured finger, unable to quite keep the grin off her face. "I may have placed a teensy little spell on you...just to see if I could get some sexy results." She winked. Then she made a long, lustful lick of her fingertip.

"My tits!" Gleaming stared down at them as her monumental breasts slowly grew heftier, expanding with each breath she took. She cupped them with both hands, squeezed them as if applying more pressure would somehow stop their growth. That proved fruitless, though, as a third button popped off—and then a fourth, leaving more than enough room to keep her hands struggling to hold it all in. "You crazy mare!" Gleaming's voice was half-shocked, half-laughing, and all stunned.  "They're fucking gigantic!"

"I know," Cadance said happily. "Aren't they gorgeous?"

"They're—guh!" Gleaming's hands slipped; just as Cadance swept gracefully onto the bed beside Gleaming, her enhanced and enhancing tits grew just big enough to explode out of her shirt completely. Gleaming moaned, a raw whimper coming through her voice as the last of her buttons gave out. A pair of fat mammaries the size of helium-pumped balloons—albeit obviously much heavier—smacked against her belly, their plump, pert mass more than enough to stretch down to her navel. She groaned, her trembling hands cupping ineffectually around their radii as another growth spurt brought them hanging down nearly to her lap, plump, rounded spheres jiggling and bouncing without a seeming care in the world. "How am I supposed to walk with these?"

"Assertively, I expect," Cadance said cheerfully. She leaned over and nuzzled her wife's strong shoulder as one hand snuck out to start kneading at Gleaming's hefty tit. Gleaming couldn't stifle the moan that came as Cadance's thumb found her fat, turgid nipple and began rubbing it, massaging it from side to side as the rest of her fingers dug into Gleaming's thick, squishy areola.

Almost purring with delight, Cadance pushed her chin up just enough to near-whisper in Gleaming's ear. "After all," she murmured, "a big, strong mare like you should be more than enough to carry tits twice the size of these around."

Her left hand curled possessively around Gleaming's broad, muscled back to start kneading her far underboob, the pliant, supple flesh warm and pulsing beneath her touch. Thick thighs grinding together in arousal, Cadance let her other hand slip down to start rubbing against Gleaming's drenched jeans. Meanwhile, Gleaming's magnificent melons had grown large enough to press gently against her lap, having grown so large and heavy that they rolled out to cover her sculpted quads, her throbbing nipples slowly pushing forward toward the edge of her knees.

Gleaming gaped. "Oh, really?" she said. She grabbed a hold of each of her gargantuan breasts and hefted them into the air. At doubtlessly more than twenty pounds each, that was no mean feet by this point. No doubt it was meant to look intimidating, but the overall impression was completely ridiculous, like a pair of too-big water balloons wobbling between the pinch of her fingers. "No back problems, I'm sure. Goddess, and if the stares were bad before—"

"Let them stare," Cadance growled, her tail flagging behind her. She cuddled in closer, one finger tracing sinuously across Gleaming's lap as her lush boobs jiggled in sudden gelatinous chorus. "All I see is the sexiest, most beautiful mare I've ever seen."

Something...shifted in Gleaming's expression. Where before she'd looked panicked, she now looked...sharper. Focused. Her gaze twinkled with a sudden, deeper hunger, and her lip curled upward.

Confidence had its perks. Inspiring it had others.

"Then," Gleaming growled, "I'll make sure that's all you see." And she tackled Cadance to the bed.

Cadance squealed, her arms trying to push back. But Gleaming was too strong. Twenty-eight-inch biceps bulged as Gleaming held her to the mattress, a back wide enough to fit two of her wife inside flexing mightily as her lats swelled with definitions. Gleaming's muzzle pulled up into an evil grin as her mega-mammaries pressed down against Cadance's smaller, yet still plush chest and panting pink face, their weight only growing with each inch in radius they gained.

"Big boobs, huh?" Gleaming growled playfully, her smirk twitching. Her dimples reddened on her face, and she kneaded the sides of her burgeoning bust as her magic unbuttoned her lust-drenched pants. "You like 'em this much? How're you liking this?"

"Mmff, mmff!" was all Cadance could say, muffled as she was beneath the hefty, swelling mass of Gleaming's titanic tits. "Yes, please!" she would have squealed out, for all the good that it would have done her current situation. Now nearing the size of volleyballs, each one was a powerful padded pillow in its own right, more than enough to keep the slender Princess of Love pinned to her bed. Gleaming's grin widened, and she shifted a little bit of the pressure to Cadance's as her white thighs bristled in the warm air of their bedroom, her pants discarded and her sopping, simple black panties shining through. Gleaming's tail didn't flag; it wriggled, as aggressive as its owner.

"Best not to play with fire, cutie!" Gleaming purred. She squeezed her big breasts together and moaned, her back arching as an undoubtedly magnificent pulse of pleasure swept through her. Her sensitive tits spilled across Cadance's chest and belly, her nipples easily thrice the size and girth of Cadance's own. Cadance took the chance to seize a greedy breath of air, her chest inflating as she inhaled precious, vital oxygen—at least before Gleaming's spine arched forward once more, smooshing her beneath her ever-growing breasts.

Now she could inhale precious, vital boobs instead. It was a good part of a balanced alicorn's intake, Cadance decided blearily—or something.

"After all," Gleaming growled. “You did ask for this.” She twisted her strong hips, lowering her crushing weight against one of Cadance's luscious thighs. Cadance moaned, her own hips trying—and failing—to buck upward as she felt Gleaming's well-dampened clit begin to grind against her leg. But Gleaming's long legs were just too big, too powerful, either one easily muscled enough to keep her victim pinned in place.

Cadance's wriggling hands pushed up past and around Gleaming's bust, felt the soft flesh of her wife's underboob depress beneath her touch. She scrambled for leverage, Gleaming's amazing tits far too large and supple to get a meaningful grip. Squirming as her face was covered in titflesh, Cadance's fingers twitched and squeezed every inch of bust she could reach, until finally she found something fat, tall, and rigid.

Gleaming’s eyes opened wide, and she whimpered with sudden need. Cadance’s muzzle slipped into a smile, and she tightened the grip she had around her wife’s sensitive nipple. Now easily big enough to fill her palm, its taut, rubbery surface was throbbing with obvious arousal. Idly, Cadance wondered if it might grow long enough to fit inside of her—and then noticed, with glee, that a thick, creamy liquid was dribbling between her fingers.

She wasted no time in shifting the vast breast’s weight above her, fingers curling around Gleaming’s oversensitive mountain of a nip as Cadance tugged it up to her open mouth. Gleaming’s moan sent her entire bust wobbling and jiggling in time with the reverberation of her deep-timbred voice, even as Cadance’s lips worked lovingly around their mistress’ new toy. Cadance suckled eagerly on Gleaming’s supple tit like a newborn foal—and was delighted to be rewarded with a heavy stream of fresh, nutritious milk.

“You did—you did not,” Gleaming gasped, “make me lactate. Oh gods Cady—“

Cadance’s rough tongue rasped against the tip of her palm-filling nipple, and Gleaming groaned uncontrollably. The weight against Cadance’s face lessened as her wife’s back arched above her, Gleaming’s powerful thighs clasping tightly around Cadance’s luscious booty.

“—f-fuck.” Gleaming’s gasping breaths made Cadance’s gut burn with delighted pleasure. The big mare moaned softly every time Cadance suckled on her breast, twisting and flexing whenever a fresh spurt of cream gushed down Cadance’s welcoming throat. Every one of Cadance’s gulps brought a new shipment of milk into her greedy belly; her gut, sloshing with Gleaming’s produce, was already starting to round and bloat.

How much had she drunk? Cadance thought groggily, chugging down mouthful after mouthful of cream. Her ears twitched above her mane. She wondered if that was a full gallon of milk sitting in her distended stomach, its volume expanding by the swallow as Gleaming’s three-gallon tits swelled up with more and more milk by the second. They were still growing, after all—and a growing mare like her always had more to give.

Their naked clits rubbed slickly together, their warmth driving tendrils of sensual pleasure writhing up Cadance’s spine. Cadance’s feverish hands worked their way around Gleaming’s vast bust, one set of fingers delving deftly up the chasm of her wife’s titanic cleavage while the other squished and squeezed the ample handfuls of breastflesh hanging over her shoulder. Cadance’s core tensed and flexed in time with her breaths, which in turn echoed the powerful, hungry groans of the mare above her. Gleaming grunted, and thrust her weight forward as a fresh geyser of milk rushed down Cadance’s gulping esophagus.

With a cry, the two mares came together. Cadance’s slender waist twisted, and her hands groped Gleaming’s tits with a hunger yet unmatched. Gleaming cried out, her every muscle clenching around her core as Cadance’s lips clamped down harder around her cream-gushing nipple. Cadance moaned, her voice muffled, as their juices mixed and spurted across the sweat-stained sheets, ever-more milk rushing down to fill her bloating belly as the nutritious stuff filled her orgasm with energy and heat.

Finally spent, Gleaming collapsed on top of her, her breasts all but pinning Cadance to the bed. It was only with a not-so-grudging grunt and a half-hearted thrust from Gleaming’s bulging bicep that Cadance was able to breathe in again, her own respectable chest inflating as her cheeks rushed to welcome in the oxygen they’d long been deprived. The two mares lay beside one another, panting, as Gleaming’s ballooned tits bounced and wobbled gently in the air above them.

Exhaling, Cadance moved to worm an arm beneath Gleaming’s shoulder blade. Her wife’s broad back relaxed, letting Cadance’s knuckles brush against Gleaming’s taut, muscle-sculpted hide. Gleaming groaned softly as Cadance curled up against her, her magnificent breasts jiggling gently as Cadance’s cheek brushed against them.

“Wow,” Gleaming mumbled, after a moment.

Cadance snorted. “Wow?” she said. “That’s it?” Typical, ridiculous Gleamy. If it wasn't so adorable...

Gleaming grinned dorkily at her. Given her status—not to mention the mountainous pair of gazongas sticking out of her well-muscled chest at the moment—it was a wonder that she still managed to look so...goofish. “Well,” she drawled, “I seem to have grown a pair of tits that go all the way down to my waist. I think that’s pretty ‘wow’-worthy.”

Cadance elbowed her—right in the breast. Gleaming play-winced, and then chuckled, watching as it wobbled like jello. “Careful, grasshopper,” Gleaming intoned, her voice pitching lower. “You have gifted me a weapon much more powerful than you can hope to combat.”

Cadance just snuggled closer against her wife’s side, a smug smile on her lips. “Now that’s a battle I wouldn’t mind losing,” she teased back. “Especially to such an accredited military officer.”

“It’s a pity that this military officer,” Gleaming said, “is going to have trouble showing up to drills tomorrow.” She sighed, then looked hopefully down at Cadance. “Unless you have a counterspell…?”

“May-ay-aybe,” Cadance said. “But I think it’d do your soldiers good to get whacked around as well as I have tonight.” She wrapped a hand across her bloated, milk-filled belly and licked her lips. “Though your cream is all mine, babe.”

Gleaming’s nostrils flared as she snorted. “Darned horny royals,” she grunted. Still, she didn’t seem upset, or even tense as her wonderfully strong arms wrapped protectively around Cadance’s shoulders, the smaller mare’s frame seeming fragile in their grip. Cadance exhaled gently, her eyes drifting shut as taut, corded muscle embraced her. “Guess this is a problem I’m gonna have to solve the hard way, huh?”

“No, the better way—ah.” Cadance yawned, then cuddled up to Gleaming’s bust. So soft, she thought drowsily...just like a pillow. The sloshing of the milk still inside even reminded her of the ocean, the tide washing gently against the shores. “Just got to…” She yawned again. “Put your problems at the forefront if you...mm...want to face them.”

“My wife,” Gleaming sighed, fondly, “the boob therapist.” She kissed Cadance on the forehead, though it took some maneuvering around her new endowments. “Good night, you tit-loving deviant.”

Cadance smiled with contentment. She could feel Gleaming’s heartbeat pulsing against her cheek. It was warm, steady, and strong.

“Good night, my busty beauty,” she whispered.