Gleaming Shield slumped back on her bed, her unfamiliarly heavy chest heaving as the sweat began to cool on her body. The bed creaked and moved just a little as Cadance crawled up from between Gleaming's legs and lay down next to her.

Cadance luxuriantly licked her sodden fingers clean. “So, dear, how was your very first time as a mare?”

When Cadance had said they might try a few new things in bed during their trip to Canterlot, Gleaming – Shining at the time – had thought she might be talking about a new position, or maybe some scented candles or something. Gleaming still couldn't breathe quite as well as she wanted to after that mind-shattering orgasm she'd just gotten from her wife's tongue, but she had to spare the breath to say, “I... I can't believe I let you do that to me...”

Grinning at Gleaming wryly, Cadance traced her fingers up her wife's smooth-furred belly, up and over her impressive white tits. “I can believe it. You are a bit of a slut sometimes, you know.”

The sound of that word made Gleaming's breath pause for a fraction of a second ... which Cadance must have felt through her fingers.

She'd always been very good at reading Gleaming's emotions. Cadance wasn't the Princess of Love for nothing. She pinched one of Gleaming's nipples playfully. “If I didn't know any better, I might think you liked it just then, when I called you my little ... slut.”

Gleaming tried to hide it, but she knew the slight twitch that ran through her body must have betrayed her to her perceptive wife.

Cadance smiled and licked her lips. “I'll just have to save that little tidbit away for later.” She came in closer and whispered in Gleaming's ear, “Who knows when information like that might come in handy?”

Already far beyond her comfort zone, Gleaming decided that she needed to change the subject and soon ... before her wife came up with any more ideas. “So, are you excited for the start of the big summit with the other three princesses tomorrow? I know I'm looking forward to meeting some of my old guard buddies – I haven't seen them since we moved to the Crystal Empire.”

“The summit? Sure, it will be nice to catch up with my aunties for a little while, but it's mostly just an excuse to come here to Canterlot and meet with Twilight for a few days.”

Mostly recovered from her first female orgasm now, Gleaming sat up a little bit. “Twilight...? Couldn't we have just gone to Ponyville? Or, she'd be welcome to come stay in the Crystal Palace anytime.”

“It's not for anything that we'd want ponies guessing about. If ponies knew that either of us had traveled so far just to speak to the other, it might lead to the kind of speculation that would end up being scandalous.”

Gleaming thought for a moment. “I know there aren't any scandal-worthy intrigues between the Crystal Empire and the town of Ponyville ... so she must be coming for personal advice ... and you are the Princess of Love, so...”

Cadance shushed her with a finger against her lips. The finger still carried a bit of flavor from Gleaming's pussy, but Cadance held it there nonetheless. “If you ever want me to reverse the spell and make you a stallion again, you won't finish that sentence. State secrets are at stake.”

Looking in her eye, Gleaming saw that she was entirely serious... Too serious. She laughed a little, and Cadance burst out into a fit of giggles as well.

“So,” gleaming finally managed to get out, “our little bookworm is finally seeking out romance from somewhere other than a cheap novel... And she came to you for help?”

Cadance ran her fingers through her mane. “Of course. I'm the foremost expert on matters of love, aren't I?”

“But this is Twilight we're talking about...” Just for the hell of it, because nopony could stop her, Gleaming reached out and fondled one of her own breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Cadance's, and having them touched felt very interesting ... but she couldn’t get too distracted with that. “It was only a few years ago that Twiley managed to make any real friends... Do you really think you'll be able to get through to her?”

A quite un-princess-like snort came from Cadance's muzzle, where it rested against the crook of Gleaming's neck. “When I first met you, you never would have looked at a mare twice unless she'd been issued to you by your guard unit.” She kissed Gleaming on the cheek. “I got through to you, didn't I?”

Gleaming shrugged, then looked down across her own body. It was fun to look at ... but as she looked down between her legs, she couldn’t help but feel that something very crucial was very much absent. Maybe it was just from the unfamiliarity, but every time she looked down there and didn't see what she was expecting, it sent a little shiver through her. “Speaking of things that were issued to me,” she said, “could we maybe reverse the spell now?”

“Aw, is my little slut tired already?”

Something inside Gleaming's lower belly tingled when she heard her wife say that ... but she was ready to change back, temptation or no temptation. “I would just be more comfortable, you know, for sleeping.” She touched her own boobs again, as if to point out how awkward they'd be to sleep with ... but really, she just wanted to touch them, one last time, before they went away.

The look Cadance gave her made it clear that she wasn't buying that explanation in the slightest, but she didn't argue. “Alright,” she said, getting up on her knees on the bed, looming over Gleaming. Her body was truly amazing, and worth taking a moment to gawk at as she prepared. “One gender reversing spell reversal, coming right up.” Her horn glowed brightly, the tendrils of magic arcing down toward Gleaming's body...

Where they bounced right off of her, flinging themselves back into Cadance's horn. The magical impact knocked Cadance flat onto her back.

Gleaming rushed over to her. “Are you okay?”

Shaking the stars out of her eyes, Cadance propped herself up, then waved away Gleaming's helping hands. “I'm fine, I'm fine... But it looks like reversing the spell isn't as simple as just casting it a second time... I may have to figure out something different.”

“Figure out something different?” Gleaming stumbled backward and fell back onto the bed. “W-what's that supposed to mean? Change me back!”

Cadance sighed as she propped herself back up on the bed, rubbing her forehead near the base of her horn. “Take it easy on me, okay? It's my first time with this. I'm sure I'll figure it out soon.”

As Gleaming Shield got up and began pacing worriedly around the guest bedroom with her arms crossed in front of her bountiful chest, Cadance went back to the spell book she'd borrowed from Twilight, almost burying her nose in it to avoid her spouse's distracting pacing back and forth across the room.

Gleaming herself was thankful that her wife was taking this seriously enough to not even bother getting dressed before searching for a solution. Sadly, she was a bit too distracted with worries about her own body to take any enjoyment from seeing Cadance sitting there in the nude.

Eventually, though, Cadance looked up from her book. Gleaming stopped pacing immediately and faced her. “Did you find something?”

“I did ... but you're not going to like it.”

“Tell me!”

Cadance sighed. “Okay. It looks like the spell can't be reversed by any outside force ... it has to keep going until it runs out of energy and reverses all on its own.”

“And how long does that take?”

Looking back into her book, Cadance ran her finger down along the pertinent section of the page. “Well, it depends on your age and weight, the phase of the moon and how many days there are until the next equinox, and then I have to account for the fact that I'm an alicorn, not a unicorn like this book was written for, so the initial energy of the spell would have been higher...”

“How long?” Gleaming took a desperate step forward, coming closer to Cadance, even though she had no idea what she'd do if she got there.

“Just a moment, dear. Calm down.” Cadance tapped her fingers together and stared off into space, mentally calculating.

'Calm down'? Gleaming's legs twitched, and she would have paced again if she could have done so without looking away from Cadance for even a moment. Come on! How was she supposed to be calm in a situation like this?

“About two days and six hours,” Cadance finally said, closing the book and setting it aside.

“Two days?” Gleaming's mouth gaped open, her eyes cringing in disbelief.

Cadance nodded slowly. “And six hours.”

“Ugh!” Gleaming threw herself down onto the bed, face first. “I can't do this! I can't stay cooped up in this room for two whole days with nothing to do!” Her voice was muffled by the sheets, but clear enough to understand.

Though she did take a moment to admire the view of Gleaming's taut little ass, Cadance was by her wife's side in no time, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “Well,” she said, “maybe you don't have to stay in here.”

Gleaming twisted her neck around and shot Cadance a baleful look. “I can't show myself in public like this! I'll never be able to live it down!”

“Don't be ridiculous. All you need is some work on your mane and a little makeup, and nopony would ever recognize you. Think about it. If you saw some mare around town that looked vaguely like one of your friends in the guard, you wouldn't assume it was him, turned into a mare, now would you? At most, you'd assume that she was his sister or something.”

For a long moment, Gleaming looked up at Cadance, deep in thought. “Maybe...” She glanced away, then looked back. “I could take a little 'vacation' back to my old guard unit ... as a new recruit. That might be interesting.”

Cadance smiled and shook her head. “Oh you... You have such a weird idea of what a 'vacation' is. But I don't see why that wouldn’t work, if that's what you want to do. Any new recruit with a letter of recommendation from the Princess of the Crystal Empire and the former Captain of the Royal Guard should have no problem getting placement with the Canterlot Palace unit. Everypony knows that they're mostly just ceremonial.”

“Hey!” Gleaming pouted.

“Oh, shush. You know it's true.”

Gleaming rolled her eyes. “How am I going to get a letter of recommendation from my former self, anyway?”

Giving her a playful slap on the rump, Cadance laughed a little. “Getting turned into a mare didn't change your handwriting, did it? Are you going to tell me that you can't replicate that special flair on your signature without holding your penis in your other hand?”

“Oh.” Gleaming blinked at her. “Right.”

Getting up from the bed, Cadance pulled Gleaming along by the hand behind her. “Come on. It's time to give you a makeover!”

* * *

Gleaming stood in front of the full-body mirror in the suite's bathroom, still quite nude. The first thing Cadance had done was to primp Gleaming's mane into a completely different style. Gone were the spiky ruffles Shining Armor had once sported. Now, Gleaming Shield had a flowingly smooth manestyle that, while still fairly short for a mare, actually did look really nice.

Just now, Cadance was down on her knees beside Gleaming's right flank, putting the finishing touches on Gleaming's new cutie mark with deft strokes of her waterproof makeup brushes. On her left flank, Gleaming already had the finished design: a black beetle that utilized the shield design as the bug's shell and the stars above it as the bug's eyes. It really was quite skillful, though Gleaming wasn't sure she liked the idea of having a beetle for a cutie mark. And maybe it wasn't necessary to disguise her cutie mark at all, since her new guard uniform ought to cover it up anyway ... but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Letting her flank get so much detailed attention from Cadance was nothing to complain about, either. The skilful little brush strokes reminded gleaming of the way Cadance's fingers had stroked her needy little mare pussy...

“There,” Cadance said abruptly. “All done!”

Gleaming looked down, and indeed, the beetle on the right side now matched the one on the left perfectly. No small feat for freehand artwork done on fur! It was too bad Cadance would have to stop touching her flank now, though...

Cadance appraised Gleaming's body and tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Now all we need is some clothes for you...” She grinned. “I know just the thing!”

Gleaming didn't much care for the look on Cadance's face, but she couldn’t argue – she did need clothes, clothes that would fit her as a mare.

The first thing Cadance pulled out after dragging Gleaming back into the bedroom with her was a lacy red bra. She held it out to Gleaming with a self-satisfied smile.

Gleaming had seen Cadance wearing this one in the past, and knew that the red looked really good on her, but she still wasn't sure about it herself. “You're sure I really need one?” she asked.

With a roll of her eyes, Cadance pointed to Gleaming's chest with her free hand. “With a bust like that? Yes, you definitely need one. Here, take it.”

Though she did take it when offered, Gleaming ended up just holding it there in front of her. She was actually not terribly sure what was the right way to put it on, and she wished she'd paid more attention to other mares – especially her wife – when they put their bras back on. She looked up at Cadance with a bit of a pleading expression. “A little help?”

“No, dear. You'll need to figure out how to do it for yourself if you're going to live as a mare for a couple days. Go on, give it a try. It isn't complicated.”

It seemed plenty complicated to Gleaming. She fumbled with the straps, trying to worm her arms through them; she held the cups up to her breasts, then started over again and again because the cups would fall off before she could get the straps on; and she cursed at the infernal contraption when she somehow popped one of the shoulder straps completely off ... but she did finally get it in place. Her breasts bulged out between the cups – hers were a bit bigger than Cadance's, apparently, and they didn't quite fit this bra. But the biggest problem Gleaming had was with the clasps in the back. No matter what she tried, nothing seemed to work.

When Cadance giggled at her, she looked over at the pink alicorn dourly. “Oh come on. You know it's my first time with this ... and I'm more used to taking these off ... how the heck does anypony ever get them on?”

Thankfully for her, Cadance took mercy on her and snapped the clasps behind Gleaming's back with a bit of her magic. But then she held up the next bit: a tiny, lace-embellished red thong.

Gleaming stared at it. “Really?”

“I just want to see how sexy you'll look in it.” Cadance gave her a quick kiss. “And besides, it will be covered up by your guard uniform the whole time, so nopony else will see it. Go ahead.”

With a sigh, Gleaming took the tiny lace panties from Cadance's hand. She recognized these, too. They had played a part in quite a few of her idle fantasies back when she'd been male, back when her wife had been the one wearing them, back when things were a lot less confusing.

Once she had those on, Cadance gratuitously grabbed her ass. “Mmm,” she moaned into Gleaming's ear. “Oh yes, that's very nice.”

Despite herself, Gleaming felt her body responding to the attention ... and her wife's still-nude body in front of her was quite the temptation. And there was no real reason she shouldn't indulge again. One nice benefit of this female body was the lack of refractory time.

But, no... The two of them couldn’t spend all day here in the bedroom. Well, Gleaming might be able to get away with it, but Cadance had public appearances to make, private meetings with Twilight Sparkle to arrange...

So it was all for the best when Cadance decided she was done groping and instead fired up her horn, teleporting in a female guard uniform from ... who knew where. Gleaming hoped that her wife hadn't left some poor guardspony mare suddenly naked in the hallway somewhere.

The guard uniform turned out to be a bit too small for Gleaming. No matter how much she tugged on it, prodded it, adjusted its laces, she still worried about the way it pushed up on her breasts, showing off more cleavage than necessary. And the plated skirt was just a little bit too short for her comfort.

Cadance paced around her, checking her out with a critical – but quite appreciative – eye. “You should probably avoid bending over, if you can.”

With a slight wince, Gleaming brushed down the edges of the lightly armored skirt again.

“Or do bend over,” Cadance whispered closely into her ear, “as long as I can see you when you do it.” She gave Gleaming a quick little grope under the skirt, squeezing her thong-clad ass cheek.

Gleaming held her legs tightly together and stood nervously straight as her wife moved back to see her from a different angle. She'd never quite realized just how revealing the female guard uniforms were. She felt entirely exposed ... and while even the male version of the armor didn't provide all that much protection, she surely hoped that no combat situations arose while she was wearing this. Even if she somehow managed to avoid any injuries, there was no way she'd be able to stop everyone nearby from getting an eyeful.

“Oh don't look so dour.” Cadance laughed, then came in close to give Gleaming a playful kiss on the cheek. “There's nothing to worry about. Just go out in Canterlot and have some fun, okay?”

Little did either of them know at the time, but Gleaming was going to have quite a bit more 'fun' in Canterlot than anyone anticipated.

* * *

First Lieutenant Steel Sabre frowned a little as he perused Gleaming Shield's application paperwork, laid neatly out on the large wooden desk in front of him. “This is all highly irregular.”

Gleaming stood rigidly at attention in front of the desk. The Lieutenant had never given the 'at ease' command. So she barely dared move a muscle. “My apologies, Sir. But everything should be in order.”

“Yes, yes...” He glanced over the paperwork again, his eyes coming to rest on the letter of recommendation and its shiny royal seal. “It seems we will have to make a small exception to our normal routines.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

His frown deepened at this show of enthusiasm. Gleaming knew that it was just short of what could be written up as breaking military bearing. When the Lieutenant spoke again, it was with a hint of venomous pleasure: “Luckily, the female guards' morning training regimen is just now beginning. I do think Captain Everwatch will appreciate the opportunity to put you through your paces and see what you have to offer the Royal Guard. Of course, you'll need to hurry. I hear she's particularly harsh on fresh recruits who show up late.” He grinned evilly. “Be sure to stop by Supply and pick up a training uniform. But don't take too long!”

* * *

Gleaming had rushed her brand new uniform vouchers to the supply desk, in a hurry to get to training on time. She had no desire to be that recruit – showing up late and unannounced. She sure knew how she would treat a fresh recruit back in her days as Guard Captain.

Unfortunately, the rush had meant she didn't check the sizes of what she'd been issued. And she really should have.

She stood and stared at it now – a simple white T-shirt and a pair of running shorts that would be skimpy enough even if they were the right size. But as it was now, they were at least two sizes too small. Could she even fit in these?

Glancing up at the clock on the locker room wall, she knew she didn't have time to go back to supply and argue about getting different sizes. She had to try.

It still felt weird being in the mares' locker room. She'd opened the door and nearly walked into the stallion's room automatically before stopping herself at the last moment. Luckily, nopony had been there to see that screw-up. And it helped that there was no one else in the mare's locker room, either. They must all be forming up for training already. It meant that Gleaming was probably already late ... but at least nopony was watching as she began to undress.

She carefully stowed her guard uniform in an empty locker; she just had to trust that none of the other guards would take it, since she didn't have a lock yet. She also didn't have any kind of sports bra like she'd usually seen the female guards wearing on exercises in the past. The lacy red number Cadance had given her would have to suffice ... hopefully it wouldn't show too easily through the white T-shirt.

Unfortunately, it did. When she finally managed to stretch the thin, breathable fabric over her chest, she could easily see the slanted red cups of the bra, and even a hint of the lacy fringe around it ... but it would have to do. At least it was better than the alternative – her nipples showing through. The shorts were an even tighter fit; Gleaming had to struggle and strain to get them up over her now-wider hips. And when they were in place, she was actually glad she was wearing a tiny thong ... because anything that covered more might have actually ended up slipping out from under the shorts' skimpy coverage. As it was, nearly half of her painted-on cutie mark was visible on either flank, where the shorts had slight cuts on either side.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked more like a porn parody of a guardspony than an actual guard recruit. But it would have to do. She had so little time!

* * *

Gleaming skidded to a stop at the tail of the exercise formation just in time to be quite obviously, seriously late.

“Halt!” Captain Everwatch yelled out. “It looks like we'll have to do the warm-ups over again because somepony had better things to do until now.” She marched down the line of sweating mares as they all slightly groaned at the idea of having to do their workouts over again. When she came up next to Gleaming, she paused for a moment, looking scornfully.

As Gleaming felt the Captain's gaze go up and down her, she trembled slightly, sure that her lacy red bra was easy to see underneath.

The Captain shook her head slowly, her tight-cut black mane not moving an inch. “You see? This is why I don't like taking recruits from the other princesses' guard cadres.” She sneered. “No discipline.”

Now Gleaming also felt the eyes of her fellow guardsponies on her back. It was almost enough to get her breaking into a sweat. She wasn't a bad guard! She'd been the best! That's why she'd become Captain herself, back in the days before she married Cadance ... back before she'd even been a she. Things seemed so much less confusing back then.

“What's your name, Private?”

“Shi—” Gleaming caught herself just in time. “Gleaming Shield, Ma'am.”

“And who was your previous commanding officer, Private Shy Gleaming Shield? I'd like to have a talk with them – about the quality of their troops. You're supposedly the best they had to offer, aren't you? That's awfully pathetic, if you ask me. So who'd you report to in the Crystal Empire? Topaz Lance? Obsidian? Old Diamond Slice? He'd be the kind to have such lax troops, I'm sure.”

Gleaming hesitated for just a moment. She hadn't prepared that much backstory, actually ... and she wasn't sure she was familiar enough with any of those to satisfy any further questions the Captain had. If she said something wrong, it might blow her cover. She needed a commanding officer she knew well enough to pass. Of course! Someone she knew better than anyone! “I reported directly to Shining Armor, Ma'am.”

That actually got the Captain to take a surprised step back. “A private, reporting directly to Prince Shining Armor? What kind of command structure is that? What games are they playing in the Empire? Don't answer that.” She executed a perfect turn on her heels, beginning to stroll back up to the head of the formation. “Private Gleaming Shield, I'll expect you an hour early for tomorrow's training exercises, where I'll be giving you a personal workout, to make up for the time you've lost today. Someone under Shining Armor's command should have no problem keeping up with our most intense workouts.” She reached the head of the formation and turned to face them. “For now, the rest of you lot have been slacking off for long enough. Back to the start – a hundred jumping jacks, on my count. One! Two! Three! ...”

Gleaming let herself be carried along by the familiar routine of the workout. Well, as much as she could, anyway. While she might have wanted to let herself drift off into the routine of it all, there were a few new distractions...

The first thing she noticed, before the Captain even reached the count of five, was that the view had changed substantially. Instead of watching a bunch of sweaty, stinky stallions, she was looking at the backsides of dozens of sweaty, sexy mares. All of them were highly trained guards, muscular and firm ... but there was still a substantial amount of jiggle to see every time they did jumping jacks in unison. And while most of their shorts weren't as tight-fitting as Gleaming's own ... they still didn't leave much to the imagination.

But more than that, Gleaming's own body was betraying her. Everything was just so sensitive. Was it because she'd been magically changed into this body, with hardly any time to get used to it? Or did mares just always feel like this? She felt the bra rubbing ever so slightly against her hardening nipples with every move, the rippling heft of her own breasts with every bounce, the bunching and sliding of her lace-covered silk panties every time she opened and closed her legs.

Was she...? With the next few jumping jacks – “Forty-two! Forty-three! Forty-four!” – she felt a slight wetness in her panties as they moved against her.

Oh Goddess, she was getting turned on from this. No! She had to stop it! She felt sure the other mares would know. They'd see a flush on her face, see a wet spot begin to seep through between her legs ... they'd see something. And then they'd know that their new recruit was some kind of pervert or something. She had to stop it!

But she just couldn't. Even though she knew she shouldn't be looking at mares other than her wife, she couldn’t help but see all the well-toned guardsponies in front of her, bouncing up and down. And she just couldn’t get used to the way her own body kept reminding her of sex – practically begging her to touch herself – at every movement. It was like she was under Cadance's love spell somehow ... but the pony she'd been magically attracted to was her own new body.

She moaned slightly – so quietly she was sure nopony else would hear – as the count reached “Sixty-eight!” This was going to be a long exercise session ... and if she couldn't figure out how to reign in her own arousal, tomorrow's personal session with Captain Everwatch was going to be unbearably taxing.

* * *

Once Gleaming had followed the crowd of sweaty mares back into the locker room and found her uniform again – thankfully untouched – she nearly just whipped her clothes off by habit, she was so exhausted. Having to do workouts was one thing ... but having to do workouts with these two big things on her chest and while so unbearably turned on ... it was a much bigger strain than she was accustomed to for an ordinary morning.

Before she pulled her shirt all the way up, though, she caught sight of another guard mare – a deep grey unicorn mare with an electric blue mane – doing the same: casually pulling her shirt over her head. With one practiced motion, she'd pulled her tight sports bra off at the same time, exposing her comparatively modest bust to Gleaming as if it were nothing at all, then leaning down to peel off her shorts.

It took Gleaming a moment to realize that it was nothing special. Another pair of guardsponies walked past her, absolutely naked except for towels hung over their shoulders, casually chatting about some noble they'd been getting annoyed by on their last shift and hoping that he wouldn't come back for this shift. The mares were simply undressing and heading to the showers ... just as she had so many times back with the stallions, back when she had been just one of the guys.

But now that she was aware of it, she hesitated to pull her shirt the rest of the way up and over her head. What if the other ponies saw her?

Focus, she told herself. It doesn't mean anything. We're all mares here, and most of them probably don't even want to look ... no more than I wanted to look at other stallions back when I was one. It's okay to get undressed. And there's nothing sexual about it, she admonished her unruly body. So don't get all wet and horny!

With her resolution made, she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, and then the shorts as well. She was just about to reach for the clasp of her bra when a hand slapped her gently on the back. “Hey, nice bra, newbie!” A few mares around this section of lockers laughed.

“It's because, well, um...” Gleaming could feel her cheeks heating ... she knew she must have been blushing hard.

The mare who'd touched her back still had her hand there ... the skin-on-skin contact tingled slightly in a way that Gleaming couldn't ignore. But the mare didn't seem to think anything of it. She laughed along with the others. “Hey, don't sweat it. Nopony's going to blame you for showing up late – the Captain usually finds some excuse to screw around with us anyway. We've all been there. Let me guess: long night on the town with some studly guy, then you end up in bed with him all the way until sunrise. Then all the sudden, you have to rush and get dressed and show up bright and early for guard duty! So you throw on whatever you had lying around for your big date night.” She reached down and pulled one of the straps of Gleaming's thong, letting it snap back with an audible pop. “Am I right?”

Gleaming hugged her arms against herself, as if by hiding just a small part of her body, she could completely disappear. “Um ... something like that, sure.”

She laughed again. “Well come on, then. Last one in gets a cold shower!”

Huh. That was a recurring joke in the stallions' locker room, too. And it was no joke or challenge, rather a running criticism of the locker room's chronically inadequate water heater. It was interesting to see that even after all this time since she'd climbed her way up the ranks, even after all the times the castle staff said they were going to upgrade it ... there still wasn't enough hot water to go around.

At least a cold shower would give her a valid excuse for her hardened nipples jutting out so profoundly.

Still, there was no point in delaying things. After taking a deep breath, she unclasped her bra and shrugged it off, pulled her panties down, and stuffed everything into her locker. She was grateful to pick up a towel from the bin and wrap it around at least some of her body... Because no matter how she tried to rationalize it to herself, no matter the unwritten rule of locker rooms being 'thou shalt not stare', no matter how casual everypony else seemed to be about it, she was sure she could still feel everypony's eyes on her as she briskly walked toward the showers. She had to stop herself from running. That would only attract more attention.

When she reached the showers and hung her towel on one of the many hooks, she couldn’t help but stare. This was a utilitarian guardspony shower, just like in the stallions' locker room. And that meant the showers were just a bunch of shower heads sticking out at intervals from the wall in a huge tiled room. And that room was currently full of alluringly fit mares rubbing their own bodies with suds, rinsing themselves off in the hot cascading water, or just chatting with each other as they waited for a shower head to open up.

Gleaming had to wait along with the others who hadn't been able to get in yet. There were only about a dozen shower heads and at least forty mares in this group, so of course some of them would have to wait ... and she'd hardly been the fastest to get here.

So all she could do was watch ... while trying to pretend she wasn't watching. How could she not look at this plethora of sexy, toned mares bathing themselves? It would take more self-control than she could muster. The best she could do was to try and not be too obvious about it ... and try to keep her fingers away from her own slit as it began to drip slightly, begging to be massaged into orgasm as she watched all the beautiful bodies in front of her.

Author's Note

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