> Three's a Party
>  by Some Leech
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> Chapter 1
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“Wait here,” Tempest smoothly intoned, peering behind herself as she approached the front door of her home, “and don’t come in until I call for you.”

Stepping inside and stopping in the foyer, she scanned the interior. The house was just as she’d left it. A lot had changed over the past few months, yet one of the more rewarding things she’d gained was having a home - a true home to call her own. Setting her keys atop a small table at the entryway, she pressed onward and cleared her throat.

“Babe?” she called, glancing into the kitchen.

“Yeah?” a voice replied, prompting her ear to swivel to the living room.

She turned, wandered to the den, and smiled when she saw the reclined stallion upon the sofa. “There’s my big stallion…”

Despite having heard the complement more times than he could count, Zephyr blushed. “Oh stop,” he chuckled, dismissively batting a hoof at her. “Everything go smoothly with those errands?”

“Smoothly enough,” she responded, drifting over to him. “I did have an interesting experience while I was out.”

He peaked a brow and gave her his full attention. “Oh?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed. “So you know how our condition has made things a bit complicated?”

As he looked from her face to her taut, swollen belly, a series of conflicting thoughts assailed him. She was seemingly getting bigger by the day, growing heavy with their foal, although her pregnancy was a bit of a double-edged sword. On one hoof, both of them still had a very healthy libido - on the other, since neither of them wished to do anything that could remotely injure their little filly or colt, they’d been unable to fully scratch the itch they harbored.

Seeing her shift, he hastily met her gaze. “Complicated might be a bit harsh, but I know what you mean.”

“What if I told you that I may have a solution for us, something that could help us and somepony else out,” she purred.

“Help somepony else out?” he parroted in confusion. “With what? I mean, I thought you were talking about - you know…”

Seeing him glance to his crotch, she snickered and shook her head. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a big, strong, virile stallion, so it’s only right that you get the relief you truly deserve. Until I bring our little colt -”

“Or filly,” he interjected.

“Or filly into the world, I thought we could occasionally indulge a third,” she continued.

He instantly rocked back in his seat, stunned by her assertion. “I would never do anything without you! Sweetheart, you’re the only mare I’d ever want. You’re more than enough to keep me happy!”

“I know, I know,” she purred, rolling her eyes while grinning from ear to ear. “But this would involve me. If you think I wouldn’t enjoy watching you rut another mare’s brains out, you’re dead wrong - besides, as I mentioned, you’d be helping them a favor.”

Growing increasingly curious, he leaned forward and lifted a hoof. “I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind - still, it might be weird if you’re just watching me - um - plow somepony.”

“Oh it’s not just somepony,” she tittered, wheeling away and giving him a look at her backside. “Hey, you can come in now!”

Hearing the front door open, he looked to the foyer and went slack-jawed. “R…Rainbows?!?”

Dash stopped and kept her eyes on the floor, unwilling to look up at him. “Hey…”

“Go on,” Tempest urged. “Like I told you, you’re going to have to fess-up if you were serious about what you wanted…”

Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, Dash screwed her eyes shut. “Tempest said you would -”

“Ah ah,” Tempest tutted, cutting the pegasus off. “I said he might.”

“Tempest said you might be willing to - uh - to do that with me,” Dash murmured.

While she’d done a lot of difficult things in her life, from confronting world-ending villains to finally becoming a member of the Wonderbolts, nothing could hold a candle to asking Zephyr Breeze, a stallion she’d brushed off for years, to do anything even remotely intimate with her. She was embarrassed, she was ashamed, and she was more than a little upset that Tempest had demanded she be forthcoming with the tall, lanky stud, but she was desperate. Hanging her head, she shifted uncomfortably.

She couldn’t control the biological cycle of her estrus, that was true, although her heat was only one part of the problem. After finding out that Tempest and Zephyr were an item, she’d shamefully done a bit of snooping - snooping which involved peeping into their bedroom to see if they were actually a couple. To say she was shocked to see the pair having sex would be an understatement, yet she’d been transfixed by the sight.

To her abject astonishment, Zephyr was an absolute stud. His immense endowment would have been incredible enough in and of itself, but the way he wielded his stallionhood, bringing Tempest from one climax to the next, was nothing short of astounding! She tried to tell herself that the unicorn was faking it, wailing and putting on a show to make him feel better, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Being theatrical in bed was one thing, but a mare couldn’t pretend to squirt or cum so hard that they literally lose consciousness.

The saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ proved all too true for her. One bout of surreptitious voyeurism was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was regularly spying on the couple. What started as disbelief gradually metamorphosed into envy - envy which grew by an order of magnitude when she went into heat. She would have suffered in silence alone, fucking herself with a dildo to get by, had it not been for one thing - her stealthy missions hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Darned if she knew when or how Tempest had first noticed her spying on them, but the battle-hardened mare had found out what she’d been up to. After receiving a terse letter about her clandestine activities, she’d begrudgingly met with the unicorn to profusely apologize and beg not to tell anypony about what she’d done. The good news was that she was let off the hook - the bad news was that, much to her bewilderment, the former villain asked for something in return.

“Help you with what, Dash?” Tempest pressed, snapping her from her thoughts. “Come now, don’t be so coy.”

“Help me with my heat…” she breathed.

Lifting a forehoof to her ear, Tempest scrunched her snout. “What was that? You’ll have to speak up if -”

“Help me with my heat,” she blared. “Are you happy now?”

Staring over at her, Zephyr blinked. “Wait wait wait,” he began, pinching the bridge of his snout with a wing while waving a hoof. “This is a joke ~ right?”

Whipping around and presenting her rear, she flung her tail to the side. “Does this look like a joke to you?!”

Zephyr opened his mouth to reply, yet not a sound escaped him. The sight of Dash’s rosy, winking, utterly sopping wet marehood left little room for doubt. If this was some sort of a prank, his old crush and his lover had gone to great, nigh-unimaginable lengths to pull it off. Glancing over to Tempest, he watched as his mate trotted over and brazenly caressed the pegasus’ flank.

“Oh it’s no joke, Zeph,” Tempest mused. “Dash, explain to him why you’re this worked up.”

“Like I said, I’m in heat,” Dash growled.

“And…?” Tempest muttered.

“And because I spied on you two doing it,” Dash grumbled.

Her heart raced, her marehood ached, and the humiliation of admitting to her misdeeds somehow elevated her arousal. On the rare occasion she had succumbed to her urges in the past, she’d only ever slept with random stallions, ponies she knew she’d never see again, which made her predicament all the more mortifying. Zephyr was the brother of one of her best friends, Tempest was a former foe turned ally, and now she was showing herself off like a wanton, needy whore before the both of them!

“That’s a good mare,” Tempest cooed, leaning in and breathing hotly upon her nethers. “Now then, Zephyr, would you be willing to indulge this poor, desperate filly?”

Zephyr’s mouth went dry, making it nearly impossible to speak, and he swallowed hard. Sweet, merciful Celestia - was this actually happening? He’d spent years fantasizing about having sex with Rainbow Dash, finally moved on when he found the love of his life, and now he was being asked to rut her in front of his marefriend and impending mother of his foal? He’d been through some crazy stuff before, not the least of which being his whirlwind romance with Tempest, but this was on an entirely different level.

Feeling his stallionhood slipping from its sheath, he unseated himself. “So you’re ok with this?”

“Very ok with it,” Tempest noted.

“And you’re serious about me wanting to - uh…” He didn’t finish - couldn’t finish, as he looked over and met Dash’s eye.

Shifting slightly, Dash leered back at him. “If you’re going to do it, do it. I don’t want to stand around all day.”

Stepping back and bringing a hoof under the pegasus’ chin, Tempest lifted her guest’s face. “That’s no way to treat your host. Consider asking him nicely…”

“Ugh - fine,” she relented. “Would you please fuck me. I don’t need you to be romantic or to do anything fancy, just rut me.”

“I…” Zephyr faltered, looking between the two mares.

The look on Tempest’s face was one of barely restrained lust, doing nothing to hinder his carnal desires. He would never have done anything behind her back, being more than content with everything she had to offer, yet the prospect of plowing Dash stoked passionate flames he’d thought were long dead. As he locked eyes with his lover, seeing her gnaw her lip and nod, his reservations crumbled away.

“This way,” he blurted, briskly trotting past the two and toward the bedroom. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

“You heard the stud,” Tempest giggled, smacking their visitor’s flank as she followed her mate. “Giddy-up.”

Dash straightened up and watched the couple disappear down a corridor. She should have felt relieved, happy that she’d finally bring one of her deepest, most suppressed fantasies to fruition, yet her anxiety clawed at her. Was she really about to do this? Was Zephyr about to sink his big, meaty cock into her and give her what she craved? Her excitement gradually waxed in strength, eclipsing her apprehension and leading her to take a small, reluctant step forward.

She would never admit it to anypony - heck, she hated admitting it to herself, but she’d gotten off on multiple occasions while watching Zephyr and Tempest in action. If she’d had any possible way of knowing he would turn out to be an unparalleled lover and all-around great stallion, working hard and doing everything he could to keep his marefriend happy, she may have given him a chance ages ago - sadly for her, she couldn’t change the past. Trotting after the duo, into the hallway and deeper into the home, she slowed when she approached their bedchamber.

“Don’t be nervous,” Tempest beckoningly called to her, “he doesn’t bite - that is unless you ask him to…”

“Tempest…” he groaned.

“What? Am I wrong?” the unicorn playfully countered.

With his cheeks darkening, Zephyr spotted Dash slowly, almost hesitantly appear just outside the doorway. “If it m…makes you feel any better, I’m a little n…nervous too.”

“Acting like you both haven’t thought about this,” Tempest clucked, ruefully smirking at each of them. “I’m sure you’ll both be enjoying yourselves in no time.”

He whipped around and looked at her, hearing her comment. “So you’re just going to stand there the whole time?”

“I may become involved, but I think I’ll spectate for the time being,” she softly remarked. “Just pretend I’m not here…”

Shifting his focus over to Dash, he apprehensively licked his lips. “H…how about you lay down and let me warm you up.”

“Warm me up?” she blurted, balking. “The last thing I want is for you to -”

“Trust me on this,” Tempest smoothly interrupted, “he knows what he’s doing. Even if you’re leaking like a broken faucet down there, you’ll want to be relaxed when it comes time for you to take that fat mare-breaker of his.”

Dash paused and weighed her options. She’d only planned on being invited in, getting plowed, and leaving with any dignity she had remaining, although she’d be lying if she said the thought of having her carpet munched didn’t pique her interest. Though there wasn’t a stallion on the planet who’d oppose getting his dick sucked, the same couldn’t be said when it came to them reciprocating oral affection. Sensing her marehood angrily seize upon itself, almost like it was begging her to take Zephyr up on the offer, she relented.

“Fine,” she halfheartedly groused, placing one forehoof on the foot of the bed, “but I don’t want you doing or saying anything weird.”

“He won’t,” Tempest quietly before quietly looking over at him.

Lifting and drawing a forehoof across his lips, Zephyr gave a small nod. He’d been truthful when he’d said he wanted to warm her up, remembering how awkward his first time with Tempest had been, but there was another, slightly more self-serving reason he wanted to drive his face between Dash’s meaty, muscular thighs. Once his guest had fully stepped onto the bed and eased herself down, he shifted his attention to her loins.

As he stared longingly at her marehood and the dampened fur of her inner thighs, his mouth began to water. He’d dreamed about getting frisky with Dash for ages, ever since he’d been in school with her, but he’d given up on actually getting her into his bed! Quickly peeking up at her face and finding her glowering down at him, he dipped his head and turned toward her. As long as he didn’t do anything weird, whatever that meant, he should be fine.

Gently grabbing her fetlocks and pulling her closer, he leaned forward and brought his snout to her groin. His nose hadn’t even passed her knee when the powerful, musky aroma of her marehood hit him. The only mare he’d ever gone down on - no, the only mare he’d ever done anything sexual with in his life had been Tempest, making this a new experience for him in a number of ways. Having taken a moment to appreciate her bouquet, not wanting to provoke her further, he closed his eyes and continued onward.

Balmy heat radiated across his face, the fragrance of her arousal sung a siren’s song to his stallionhood, and his endowment grew so hard that it was uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to mindlessly ravish her, to succumb to his urges and all the wanton fantasies he’d had about her since he was a colt, yet he abstained. Tempest had taught him a great many things, but temperance and how to please a mare were two he held particularly dear.

Pressing his snout to her entrance, he extended his tongue and drew it up between her lower lips. Her flavor was incredible, powerful and almost animalistic, and it tested his mettle. He needed to pace himself, to make this as much about her instead of himself, so he did just that. With his eyes clamped shut, he ran his wings up her hind legs and fully committed himself to the task at hand.

It took everything Dash had to remain still. Every lick of his tongue sent a wave of bliss crashing through her, making her hair stand on end and compelling her to moan. Whether or not his oral skills had always been this impressive or if Tempest had trained him with carnal affairs, she couldn’t say - regardless, she was immediately thankful that she hadn’t rejected the opening act.

With every second that passed, her annoyance with him faced. She wanted to be upset, almost hoping he’d give her a reason to berate him, yet his every move, from the way he caressed her hips to how he quietly groaned into her, was beyond reproach. Gazing down at him, sensing herself gradually being pushed closer and closer to the edge, she started when she felt the bed shift beside her.

“Nice view, isn’t it?” Tempest tranquilly inquired. 

She nodded, suddenly unable to find her voice, and kept her eyes on him. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could swear he looked less unbecoming than he used to. She nearly looked away when he opened his eyes and peered up at her, but she was mesmerized. Holding her gaze, he lifted his head ever so slightly and gently, almost lovingly suckled on her clit.

“Oh buck,” she grunted, throwing her head back and slamming her legs to either side of his head. 

It was one thing to see him having sex with Tempest - it was quite another to experience the full, unimaginable brunt of his carnal prowess. Squirming atop the sheets, trying and failing to contain herself, her hips reflexively bucked. There was only so much her body could endure before it rebelled, and it had slipped well past that point.

Her estrus, her long-suppressed desire to sample what Tempest experienced on an almost daily basis, and the prolonged dry-spell she’d endured wrought havoc upon her. The sound of her rapturous mewling echoed off the walls and rang in her ears; she could scarcely believe she was making such noises, never having done so under any circumstances in the past, yet she paid them little heed. For the time being, all she did was chase her impending climax.

Though he hadn’t wished to provoke her, the temptation to look up at her, to see whether or not she was truly enjoying herself, proved too strong. Her expression was one of unfettered bliss, with her eyelids fluttering and a bead of drool having crept out of the corner of her mouth, and it thrilled him to no end. Emboldened, he brought the tips of his wings to her bosoms and gingerly twisted her nipples.

She choked out an incoherent howl and trembled at his touch. It was always rewarding to know he was doing a good job, although this was in a league all its own. The mare he’d been smitten with for most of his life was wrapped around his hoof, practically putty in his grasp, and it was intoxicatingly empowering.

Feeling her thighs quake against his cheeks, realizing she had to be on the cusp of release, he found himself at an impasse. He had little doubt that he could have finished her off easily, fixating on the most sensitive parts of her body until she was a gushing, whimpering mess, yet he was inclined to draw out the moment. Considering she’d snubbed him time and time again, acting like his mere presence offended her, it was only right that he kept her teetering on a razor’s edge.

Hearing the breath hitch in her throat, he slowed and sank his tongue into her. Amongst other things, Tempest had instructed him on the wondrous torment of edging. If one, be they a mare or a stallion, was brought to their limit before being wrenched back from the brink, the combination of pleasure and desire could and often would break them on a fundamental level. His lover had done it to him on many occasions, teasing him until he was on the verge of tears while begging her, and now he’d wield that very same weapon against somepony else.

He altered technique time and again, changing only when her getting close to a climax. A part of him felt bad for taunting her so, by dangling overwhelming ecstasy just out of her reach, although there was no real harm. The longer one was edged, the more desperate they’d become - the more desperate they’d become, the more potent their eventual orgasm would be.

Seemingly out of the blue, Dash pushed herself up, grabbed the back of his head, and held him to her snatch - a mistake he’d been hoping she’d make. Batting her foreleg away, he shot back and gave her a pained look. While he wasn’t actually angry, being given an excuse to stop entirely worked well in his favor.

“J…just keep going,” she pleaded.

Coolly removing the scrunchie from his mane, he allowed his golden locks to flow over his shoulders. “If you ask nicely, I might -”

“Please!” she brayed. “For buck’s sake, I’m so close.”

He glanced over to Tempest and saw her nod a mute blessing. He was doing all the work while his lover spectated, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t the one pulling the strings; all of this had been her idea, she’d orchestrated it completely behind his back, so it only felt right that she have some say on what he did - not that he minded in the slightest. Bringing his wings back to her bust, he shot forward and unleashed his full potential on the unwitting pegasus.

Dash crashed back and locked her hind legs around his head when he picked up where he’d left off. She couldn’t say if he’d been screwing with her or not, but every time she’d gotten even close to cumming he’d stopped - that was until now. Like a starved beast, he feasted upon her with renewed vigor. Within the blink of an eye, she was staring into the precipice of sweet relief - a precipice that Zephyr flung her into with his exquisite lips and tongue.

As a wave of unimaginable rapture consumed her, her eyes and mouth flew open. Climaxes were nothing new to her, she’d had more than she could count both by herself and with the small number of partners she’d had in the past, yet the bliss which consumed her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced - no, endured. Spots danced across her vision, her limbs quaked and refused to obey her, and a rope of saliva dangled past her lips and down her face. This wasn’t an orgasm, this was a taste of the divine.

Zephyr should have stopped and let her ride out her ecstasy, yet that was the last thing on his mind. It was rare, but he’d been able to make Tempest climax two or even three times through oral alone, so he sought to do just that with Dash. His old crush had worked up the courage to come and ask him for the experience of a lifetime, so it was his duty to oblige her.

Her first orgasm had yielded a small stream of nectar from her quivering depths, but that was a mere portent of what was to come. Focusing all of his effort on her clit and nipples, he used every sinful technique he had up his nonexistent sleeves. It didn’t take long for his lecherous labors to bear fruit, seeing her abruptly arch her back while wailing out in glee before baptizing his face with her nearly scalding nectar.

Her climactic spray was gratifying to a fault. He’d made her cum twice in short order, she was howling to the heavens, and he was utterly slathered in her marish juices, yet he wasn’t satisfied - in fact, he was anything but satisfied. Lifting and wrapping one foreleg around her thigh, he held her firmly and continued his amorous assault.

At his core, he was a loving, kindhearted pony, yet he was utterly merciless in that moment. Spurred by his desires for her and spurned by her rejections, he delivered a cathartic onslaught of ecstasy unto her. Had Tempest not demurely cleared her throat and caught his ear, he would have been happy to continue vengeance-laden bliss to the convulsing pegasus.

As he gradually stopped and withdrew, Tempest coyly smirked and shook her head. “And I thought I was supposed to be the bad pony in the room.”

Her comment made him chuckle while he mopped cooling nectar away from his eyes. “To be fair, she did ask for it…”

Rising to his full height, he surveyed Dash. The mare was an absolute mess, twitching and heaving air into her chest as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. He’d brought his lover to such a pitiable state only once before, after they’d had a bit too much wine to drink shortly before she’d ended up with a bun in her oven - even then, she hadn’t been as bad off as their guest.

“Zephyr,” Tempest began, prompting him to look over at her, “would you be a dear and go wash your face off. I want my big, sexy coltfriend looking his best for the main event.”

He shifted his weight and did as he’d been asked without questioning her. While he wasn’t bothered by the impromptu shower he’d just gotten, giving Dash a bit of time to recuperate would probably be for the best. Giving his lover and their visitor a final glance, he trotted into the restroom to freshen up.

“Hey,” Tempest grunted, softly patting the pegasus’ cheek, “you still in there?”

“I…wha…” Dash mumbled unintelligibly. 

As her senses and higher functions steadily came back to her, she shot up and gasped. What in the hay just happened? She remembered cumming once, but then it was like everything went to Tartarus in a handbasket. Hastily looking herself over and noticing the foot of the bed and a large patch on the floor were drenched, she knit her brow.

“Did somepony spill - wait a second. Where’s Zephyr?” she asked, scanning the room.

Tempest patted her thigh and giggled. “He wanted to give you a little break - as for that,” she noted, nodding at the soaked carpet and sheets, “the somepony who spilled something was you.”

Batting a wing, Dash chuckled. “Yeah right. First of all, I’m pretty sure I’d know if I did that - secondly, I’m not a squirter.”

“You are now,” the unicorn mirthfully insisted. “But really, are you feeling ok?”

She stretched her wings and kicked her hind legs out, testing herself. “I think so…”

Wriggling from the mattress and to the floor, she quickly proved herself wrong. Her legs felt like jello, wobbling like a newborn fawn under her, and the room spun around her. She’d taken wallopings from villains that hadn’t left feeling so bad - well, no, she didn’t feel bad, she just felt lightheaded and euphoric. Taking several deep breaths, she began trotting in place to get her blood flowing to her extremities.

“Can’t say you’ll be able to do that once he’s finished, but I’m impressed all the same,” Tempest hummed.

“Hah -” Dash guffawed, “you wanna bet on it?”

“Bet on you being able to walk out after he ruts you?” the unicorn inquired, looking somewhat shocked. “Dash, I really don’t think you know what you’re doing - that said, if you want to waste a few bits for a heaping helping of humble pie, sure. Ten bits say you won’t be able to stand, much less trot later.”

“Twenty,” Dash countered, extending a foreleg to the mare.

Shaking the proffered hoof, Tempest shook her head. “I’ll make it twenty if you do what I say…”

With her ear turned to her host, listening to the whispered request, Dash smirked. One of two things was about to happen: she was either going to make an easy twenty bits and leave satisfied or she was going to be more disgraced than ever. Tamping down her concern and leaning heavily upon the bravado that had carried her through most of her life, she nodded and excitedly flapped her wings.

Zephyr patted his face dry, lifted his head, and wearily smiled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He hadn’t mentioned anything earlier, but he was a bit disappointed with the brief intermission. After what he’d done with Dash, he’d been ready to get some relief himself - sadly, he’d done too good of a job with getting her off. As much as he’d wanted to get his dick wet, plowing a comatose mare wasn’t something on his to-do list.

Trotting out and back into the bedroom, he tossed the hoof towel he’d used behind himself. “Is she feeling any…”

He trailed off as he lifted his gaze. Dash stood by the foot of the bed, her chest pressed to the floor with her hind legs braced and spread. While he would have been happy to see her up and talking, trotting in on her presenting herself instantly rekindled his passionate desires. His stallionhood jerked up and smacked against his belly, as if it had a mind of its own, while he peered over at the pegasus’ winking marehood.

“She’s all yours, champ,” Tempest mused from the bedside.

He’d nearly forgotten about his lover’s presence - nevertheless, her encouragement was like a starting pistol. All but cantering over and rearing onto his hind legs, he locked his forehooves over Dash’s hips. Even with all the experience he’d gotten with Tempest, he was still a stallion - a stallion who was about to make one of his longest fantasies a reality. The moment his cock-head kissed her entrance, he drove his hips forward and forced his length into her.

His self-control and composure splintered under the mind-boggling sensations accosting him. Not only was Dash literally hotter than Tempest, but her sweltering depths were an order of magnitude more snug. Driving inch after girthy inch of his length into her, he only stopped with the tip of his shaft bumped against what had to be her womb.

“You good?” Tempest nonchalantly called.

“Yup,” he responded.

“Not you,” his lover clucked. “Dash, are you good?”

Struggling to breathe, finding herself more full than she’d ever been in her life, Dash falteringly nodded. She’d known that Zephyr was packing some serious heat, but seeing his endowment hadn’t done it any real justice. Sharply inhaling through her nose, she rested her head against her folded forelegs and gave a slight nod.

No sooner did she give the green-light than Zephyr started to move. She was immeasurably thankful that he hadn’t started recklessly pounding into her, though she was still given perilously little time to adjust to the immense intrusion. Grunting as he draped himself over her back, feeling his breath on her ear, she lurched forward when he gave her a true thrust.

Though she couldn’t say how she’d never paid more attention to his package before he’d hooked up with Tempest, his equipment was incredible in every way. Some stallions had length, some had girth - Zephyr was one of the lucky studs to be incredibly gifted with both. Clenching around his backstroke, relishing every vein and ridge along his dick, she held herself steady.

His second plunge was just as heavenly - no, more heavenly than the first. Whether it was due to his warm-up session, her estrus, or the fact that Tempest was lounging on the bed watching her, but what little discomfort she’d felt when he’d plunged into her faded away. As he rolled his hips back and went to pull out, she bucked back against him.

He snorted sharply and hastened his pace, each stroke of his cock coming harder and faster. While she could have just stood there and taken it, letting him do all of the work, she did anything but. She was Rainbow Dash, the Rainbow Dash, and she’d be darned if she was going to take a passive role in anything.

It took her a second to get his rhythm down, but she quickly started swinging her hips back to meet his thrusts. His girthy medial ring ground against her g-spot, her cervix was beaten against with every plunge of his cock, and his fat, weighty balls slapped against her clit, sending her skyrocketing toward release. She would have bet everything she owned that he’d make her cum again, although she failed to comprehend just how extraordinary he was.

Resting his head over her shoulder, he wrapped his wings around her and once again went for her teats. She’d never been all that big of a fan of getting her breasts played with, but the additional stimulation of his pinions against her nipples felt amazing - so much so that it became increasingly difficult to control herself. Falling out of synch with him, she fiercely gripped and milked his pistoning length.

Zephyr had told himself that he’d take it slow, that he’d let both Dash and himself savor the experience - unfortunately, that intention quickly went out the window. She felt good, she smelled good, her hushed whimpers sounded good - for buck’s sake, she was everything he’d hoped she’d be and more! Hearing a quiet moan beside him, he glanced over and discovered his lover was doing more than simply observing.

Laying on her side atop the bed, Tempest languidly rubbed her succulent nethers while watching him. Maternity had suited her well, far better than he would have predicted, and her curvaceous form never failed to please him. From the bit of extra weight she’d put on to her heavy, swollen bosoms, she was like a warrior goddess of fertility - his warrior goddess of fertility, and her presence was enough to tear away at his restraint.

‘Harder,’ Tempest mouthed, shooting him a wink.

The mute order sent him into a frenzy. He often took it easy on Tempest in the bedroom, especially now that she was carrying their foal, but the same couldn’t be said for Dash. Since the cocky pegasus had asked him for the rutting of a lifetime, he was going to give her the rutting of a lifetime - it was that simple. Steadying himself, he snorted and unleashed his full potential.

Dash’s shrill, blissful wail was like a symphony that accompanied the drumbeat of their colliding bodies and the rhythmic groans and grunts from the two of them. They may have both been civilized ponies and friends - or acquaintances at the very least, but those were things of the past; in that moment, with their passions burning brightly, they were little more than a pair of beasts seeking to satisfy themselves.

Like when she’d been getting eaten out but far more intense, Dash’s climax struck her seemingly from nowhere. Hot juices flowed from her stuffed confines, pattering to the floor and over his pendulous nuts, while her efforts to keep up with him faltered. Try as she might to reciprocate, to give as good as she got, it was a fool’s errand. In what couldn’t have been more than a hoofful of minutes, he broke her.

Her mind reeled, her cheek grew slick with the never ending flow of drool escaping her maw, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head under his assault. It was unbelievable to think that Tempest could weather such pleasure on a regular basis, but that was a mystery for another time - for now, rebounding from one orgasm to another, her only desire was to get absolutely ruined by the stallion she’d rebuffed for most of her life.

Plowing her would have been phenomenal in and of itself, but the fact that he was making her cum over and over and over again made Zephyr feel like a demigod. Tempest had been quite outspoken with his lovemaking prowess, doing wonders to bolster his confidence, yet getting an outsider’s opinion, even if the opinion consisted of blissful screaming, put him on cloud nine. Sensing the first telltale signs of his impending release, he paced himself as best he could.

Dash weaved in and out of consciousness, having lost track of how long she’d been getting railed, until a singular sensation snapped her back to the present. Since she knew her marehood couldn’t magically get any smaller, the feeling of his stallionhood growing and throbbing meant only one thing - he was about to blow. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she forced herself to move in tune with him.

He tried to step back, to pull himself free from her before it was too late, but she followed him and clamped her marehood upon his cock. “Inside!”

“B…but…” he sputtered.

“Inside!” she insisted, overcome entirely by the inescapable need to feel his seed being sown.

With his jaw set and eyes screwed shut, he gave one final, unstoppable plunge and flared against her womb. An incredible heat blossomed in her deepest depths while his shaft pulsed with his thundering heart. She’d never let anypony claim her before, always insisting they pull out, making Zephyr the first and possibly last stud to get such an honor.

She came a split second after he did, but this time was different. Some magical combination of his thick cum being pumped into her and his weight on her back broke her on a fundamental level. She didn’t cry out, nor did she collapse - she simply simply slipped into the black, silent void of ecstasy.

Having fallen still, Zephyr breathed heavily and fought to collect himself. Even if Dash hadn’t been in heat, he’d had no intentions of giving her a creampie! Fearing the worst, that he may have upset his marefriend, he flinched when he heard Tempest finish herself off. He looked over and watched the unicorn kneading her marehood as her heavily-lidded eyes rested on his face.

“Just so you know,” she whispered, smoothly twisting and getting up, “that was super hot…”

“R…really?” he wheezed.

Tempest nodded, hopped off the bed, and trotted up to his side. “Really, but we’ve got a problem.”

“A prob - oh,” he murmured, looking down and realizing that Dash had given up the ghost. “You think she’ll be ok?”

“She’ll be fine,” his lover chuckled. “Once you’re done, let’s bring her to the guest room so she can sleep this off.”

“Sounds like a - wait ~ where are you going?” he chirped, seeing her leave.

Peeking over her shoulder at him, she disappeared into the hallway. “I’m thirsty and I have a craving for some pickled eggs. You want anything from the kitchen?”

“A Dragonade would be nice,” he called out.

Peering down at his slumbering visitor, he noted her blissful expression and smiled. Dash had gotten what she came for, Tempest was in good spirits, and he’d just lived out a fantasy, so things couldn’t be better for anypony involved. It would have been impossible for him to know if this was the first and last time he and his lover would invite a third into their bedroom, but he was sure of one thing - he was the luckiest stallion on the planet…
> Chapter 2
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Stretching his forelegs over his head, Zephyr sharply inhaled as he was roused from his slumber. He’d been having the most incredible dream, one revolving around a passionate night with his beloved at some picturesque, beachside bungalow, and he quickly figured out why. Though it was the dead of night, far too dark for him to see much of anything, he felt something warm and wet being drawn up his hardening length.

It wasn’t that uncommon for Tempest to wake him up in the hopes of getting some lovin’, especially as her pregnancy had progressed, but this may have been a first. Every other time she’d been stricken by amorous inspiration, she’d waited until dawn to disturb him, though that wasn’t the case in this instance. As his eyes steadily adjusted, allowing him to see a wriggling swell beneath the sheets near his groin, he smiled.

“Somepony’s feeling frisky,” he sleepily chuckled, reaching out and stroking what had to be her head.

A contented hum from under the covers made him grin all the wider. Tempest was an absolute gift and he still struggled to fully comprehend what he’d done to deserve her. His mate was powerful, foreboding, and a tactical genius, and for some reason she’d chosen to be with him over any other stallion on the planet. Shifting slightly and spreading his hind legs, he made himself comfortable while allowing her to more easily access his package.

Though it was well before dawn, showing no hint of the sun out his window, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - sure, he may be a little tired throughout his shift tomorrow, but that was a small price to pay for a late night blowjob. He suppressed a giggle as the silhouette of her hips rocked gently from side to side. She may have been a hoofful at times, but he wouldn’t trade her for the world.

Imagining her distended belly and leaking teats, he licked his lips. “Hope you know I’m going to have to get you back for this…”

She paused and brought her ministrations to a halt. She may have been exquisitely gravid, in the home stretch of her pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make sure she was left unsatisfied. It was hard to explain, mostly because he’d never lewdly dwelled on gravid mares before, but there was something profoundly sexy about an impending mother.

The added bit of weight, clear display of fertility, and the engorged teats were provocative as all get-out, but those were only the tip of the iceberg. Aside from how gorgeous an expecting mare was, they had a subtle smell that drove him wild. Feeling her lips wrap around the tip of his length, he bit his bottom lip and fought not to buck his hips.

Having a little filly with Tempest had been one heck of a wild ride, having a number of ups and downs, but one of the most phenomenal revelations he’d made was that her hormones had amplified her libido by an order of magnitude. There’d been times over the last two months when she’d go from casually chatting with him to making a very forward advance. While being set upon by a horny, pregnant mare never failed to get him excited, it was less than ideal to be fondled or flirted with in a public setting.

Pushing himself up on his wings, he reached back and fluffed his pillow. “Hey ~ you want to mix things up a little?” he inquired, prompting her to slow. “How about you get up, turn around, and park that big, juicy flank on my face? I know you said you were worried about my neck, but I’m in the mood for having some breakfast in bed.”

Hesitating for just a moment, likely considering his offer, she continued sucking him off. Thoroughly knocked up or not, she was and would likely always be pretty headstrong. As she forced her head down, driving him into her throat, his eyelids fluttered. It may have been his imagination, but her gullet felt slightly more snug than usual.

Bobbing and torquing her head from side to side, periodically altering her technique, she gagged lightly around his shaft. It was enchanting to think that she still struggled to throat him, even though they’d been together for the better part of a year, but he wasn’t about to stop her. While he may not have been able to see her, he wasn’t about to try and keep her from having her way.

Seconds dragged into minutes and longer still as he inched closer and closer to the brink. While he certainly wasn’t opposed to letting her suck him off until he’d blown his load, his urge to take a more active part grew stronger and stronger. It was bad enough that he’d been more gentle with her lately, not wanting to harm her or their unborn foal, although that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something to make her feel good.

Summoning his courage, he lifted the blanket and peered down at her. “Do you…”

He fell silent as he stared into a pair of twinking cyan eyes. Though he couldn’t see all that much, he knew in an instant that something was amiss. As he threw the covers off the side of the bed, on the verge of panic, he scrambled back and gasped. Who he’d presumed was Tempest, the love of his life, was anypony but.

“F…F…F…F…” he sputtered, unable to speak her name.

Pushing herself up, Fluttershy withdrew from his saliva streaked length with a soft Pop. “H…hey, Zeph…”

Actually hearing her speak snapped him from his stricken stupor. Leaping up and flying away, he crashed into the wall and fell to the floor. What in the wide world of Equestria was happening?! He could see Rainbow Dash pulling a stunt like that, especially since he’d done the deed with her twice in the last two weeks, but not his sister!

Awkwardly righting himself, he peered over at her in disbelief. Fluttershy was the most reserved, timid mare he’d ever met, and he’d like to think he knew her better than practically anypony, which made her actions all the more inconceivable. She wasn’t the type to seize the initiative with anypony, much less her own sibling, so he couldn’t fathom what was happening - unless…

“Come on, Zephyr” he grunted, slapping his face with a wing, “wake up.”

A dream was the only plausible explanation for what was going on, though he shuddered to think why his subconscious was tormenting him with something so taboo. He loved his sister with all his heart, but he’d never once thought of her in a sexual light - well maybe one time when he was a teenager and he caught her trying on a somewhat revealing bikini, but that had been ages ago. Smacking himself a second time, using his hoof to give the strike a bit more oomph, he blinked rapidly when she sailed over to him.

“Zephyr, please stop,” she murmured, grabbing his foreleg.

“This isn’t real,” he insisted, struggling against her, “there’s no way this could be - no,” he croaked, pulling his leg free and rushing to the opposite side of the room. “You’re a changeling ~ aren’t you? You snuck in here to steal my love!”

“Zephyr,” she whispered, shaking her head and slowly approaching the door. Instead of excusing herself, she reached up with a wing and flicked the light switch. “It’s me, Zeph, I promise…”

He squinted over at her and drank in her features. The pink mane, brilliant blue eyes, and buttery-colored coat, as well as the trio of butterflies for a cutie mark, sure looked like they belonged to his sister, but appearances could be deceiving. Queen Chrysalis had nearly duped Shining Armor into marrying her, seamlessly depicting herself as Princess Cadance, so it wasn’t impossible that some dastardly shapeshifter was doing the same to him - that or Discord may have been doing this as a joke.

Composing himself slightly, he brushed himself off and leveled a forehoof at her. “Who was our math teacher in middle school?”

“Mrs. Crabapple,” she smoothly replied, “but then she retired and we had that older stallion for the second semester; I think his name was Mr. Quadratic?”

“Quadric,” he corrected. Immediately regretting giving her the correct answer, he knit his brow. “What did dad get you on your tenth birthday?”

Smiling broadly, she blushed and averted her gaze. “He got me a butterfly net. It was a nice gift, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it might hurt the little things,” she explained, glancing over at him. “I’m still thankful that you told him for me…”

His jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes shot wide, and his heart skipped a beat. No way - there was no possible way anypony but his sister could know something so minute and personal. With his mouth going dry, he inched over to his nightstand and took a shaking sip from the glass of water he kept by his bed.

“Did you - um - like it?” she softly inquired, drawing his attention back to herself.

Swallowing, he peaked a brow. “Like what?” he countered, helping himself to a second drink.

Unwilling or unable to meet his gaze, she absently brushed a lock of mane from her face. “The blowjob. I -”

“Pfffft,” he spat, breaking into a coughing fit as he inhaled the entire mouthful of water.

Blowjob? Blowjob?! Did his sister, the very sister who he’d never heard swear in his entire life, actually ask him if he’d enjoyed the blowjob? Beating his chest and trying to clear his lungs, he flew back and promptly tripped over his hooves when something soft brushed against his shoulder.

Looking down at him with a concerned expression, she offered a forehoof. “Are you ok? S…should I call a doctor?”

The pain from his fall, the stinging in his cheeks, and his aching shoulder told him he definitely wasn’t sleeping, but that only raised further questions. If he really was facing Fluttershy, something that was almost too insane to consider, what in the heck had driven her to slip into his room and start sucking him off in the middle of the night? It would be one doozy of a stretch, but he could see her maybe - just maybe getting desperate enough to approach some stallion she fancied for a roll in the hay, but definitely not him of all ponies!

Leering over at her, unsure of what to think, he grew increasingly frustrated. “Would you please tell me what the hay is going on?”

Closing her eyes, Fluttershy slowly exhaled through her pursed lips. It had taken her weeks to work up the nerve to do something so audacious, and the hardest part of her trial hadn’t even started yet. She’d crossed a line with her brother, the only sibling she had, and now it was time for her to explain herself.

“I - uh…” she faltered. “I wanted to keep you company…?”

“Really?” he scoffed. “You snuck in here and did that because you wanted to keep me company?”

She bashfully smiled, feeling her face go a brilliant crimson. “Well - oh jeez - I kind of wanted some special company - you know, the kind of company you give Tempest and Rainbow Dash…”

Askance, he shook his head, clamped his eyes shut, and rubbed his temple. “Great, Rainbows spilled the beans about us -”

“Oh, no, I didn’t hear about it from Dash,” she hastily interjected. “It was Tempest who told me about you and Dash.”

He lifted a hoof, looking like he was about to argue, but quickly closed his mouth and stroked his chin. “You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised - still, why’d she tell you?”

The question he’d asked was warranted, yet she’d dreaded hearing it from him for days. “Maybe it’s because I was the one who started talking to her about it…”

“It?” he chirped. “What exactly is it?”

“About…” she trailed off, feeling like her heart was about to pound out of her chest. “About what it’s like to be with you…”

Peeking over at him, seeing his confusion replaced with what she could only describe as shocked comprehension, she took a small step closer to him. “Zephyr, you know I love you. You’re my brother and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you, but…”

Visibly sweating, he stiffened. “B…but…?”

“But I’ve always wanted you,” she bashfully admitted. “There were so many times when you hugged me or gave me a little kiss on the cheek when I wished you’d done more, but then you found your special somepony…”

She may have been the Element of Kindness, but she needed to be honest. Though her confession hurt, spilling her guts about something that had gnawed at her for years, it was true. It had been bittersweet to see him start dating Tempest, though she’d endured it. He deserved love as much as anypony - no, more than anypony, although finding out he’d had a roll in the hay with Rainbow Dash had been too much to endure.

It had been hard enough to know he was giving some lucky mare the affection she’d longed for for most of her life, yet the revelation that he’d rutted one of her closest friends, a friend who’d acted like she hated him, broke her. The frustration and envy that had boiled inside her had left her ashamed of herself, yet that isn’t what ultimately did her in. It wasn’t until Tempest approached her that her ordinarily robust resolve crumbled to ash.

Putting on the bravest face she could, she definitely looked over at him and stomped her hoof. “Zephyr Breeze, it’s not fair.”

He flinched - actually flinched, and locked eyes with her. “W…what’s not fair?”

“I can excuse you making love to Tempest, since you two care for each other, but Dash ~ really?” she pouted. “If you were that desperate to stick that big, fat mare-breaker of a stallionhood into somepony, you c…could have asked me!”

Before he could offer a rebuttal, she turned in place and flagged her tail. The unabashed display of her winking, drooling marehood was something she thought she’d never do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d had sex with his lover, he’d ended up having a tryst with his old crush, and now it was time for his dear sister to get a turn. Staring over her shoulder at him, fearlessly holding his gaze, she braced her hind legs and snorted.

“You come over here right now and take care of this, mister!” she demanded. “This is your fault, and now you’re going to take care of it like the b…big colt you are!”

Peering at her loins, Zephyr found himself with a new problem. Though his mouth had felt like the San Palomino Desert moments prior, it began to water uncontrollably. The rosy, hairless flesh of her marehood glistened in the cool light, she was so wet that the fur of her inner thighs had grown damp, and the fleeting glimpses of her succulent, pink interior sent blood surging to his semi-rigid endowment. Sister or not, the obscene display she was putting on, paired with her stern tone, was more than he could bear.

He inched forward then immediately shied away, caught at what felt like an insurmountable impasse. It was as plain as day that she wanted him - how could she not? She’d crept into his room, slipped under the blankets of his bed, and eagerly sucked him off without the slightest bit of restraint. With his arousal locked in combat against his sensibilities, an idea dawned on him.

Moving to the foot of his bed, he seated himself and leaned back. “So let me get this straight - you did all this and it’s somehow my fault?”

Trying and failing not to eye his stallionhood, she nodded. “Y…yes…”

He bit back a smirk and motioned to his gradually hardening cock. “You know what I think?” he mused, flexing his groin and sending blood surging into his length. “I think this is actually your fault.”

“M…my fault?” she stammered, taken aback.

“See this?” he continued, reaching down with a wing and lifting his tool. “You did this, so it’s only right that you come over here, take responsibility, and explain why you got me all worked up.”

Unable to tear her eyes off his package, Fluttershy gulped. She’d seen his goods more times than she could count over the years, but this was the first time she’d gotten a full, unfettered view of his equipment. She took a step closer to him, then a second and a third, while ignoring her aching depths. Celestia forgive her - she’d hoped that he’d be horny enough to mount her without any trouble, but it seemed as though she’d been wrong.

Burying her snout in the thick folds of flesh between his gargantuan stallionhood and ripe, heavy balls, she inhaled through her sinuses and trembled with glee. His musk was to die for, she’d known that for ages. On the occasions when he was away from the house, she’d snuck into his room to smell his bed or his school buckball jersey when they’d been younger, although getting to smell his loins directly was so, so much better than she could have hoped.

“Well?” he urged. “Why’d you do it?”

“I c…couldn’t help it,” she slurred, licking his nuts and the girthy root of his shaft. “I tried to behave, I really did, but when Tempest told me about all the things you did with her - to her, I felt like I was going to go insane.”

Hearing Tempest’s name, he was hit with a wave of reluctance. “Did you tell her you were going to -”

“Yes,” she interrupted, “of course I told her - actually, this was her idea.”

The revelation was stunning. Having his lover encourage Dash to be a third was understandable - odd, but understandable, although inviting his sister to have a fling with him was a level of kinky he didn’t think possible. Watching Fluttershy reach under herself, he balked when she started masturbating purely from having her face in his junk.

As bizarre as the perverse circumstances were, he actually felt bad for her. She was his only sibling, he cherished her as much or more than anypony, and to see her in such a desperate state plucked at his heartstrings - yeah, she may have revealed she had a very fetishistic variety of love for him, but that didn’t change how he felt about her. Waving her away with a wing, he hopped from the bed and landed beside her.

“Alright, I think that’s enough,” he muttered.

The defeated look on her face was painful, heartbreaking even, as her shoulders wilted. “It’s…it’s ok. I understand that -”

“Face down, ass up,” he huffed.

Her ears perked up, her tail flicked to one side, and she did a double take. “W…what?”

“Face down, ass up,” he repeated, softer and slower this time. “If you worked up the courage to come here just for me, the least I can do is give you the full experience.”

Spinning so quickly that she stumbled, Fluttershy presented her backside to him in an all but literal flash. “L…like this?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, fixating on her tush. “Yeah, just like that.”

Breathing heavily, it took everything she had not to move. She initially thought that he was going to mount her straight away, stretching her open with his colossal dick, but she’d been mistaken. Feeling his hot breath on her marehood, unable to fully see him, she stifled a whimper when he drew his tongue between her lower lips and to her entrance.

Her list of sexual accomplishments was perilously short, a mere hoofful of one-night stands when a sex-toy wouldn’t suffice, although this was the first time she’d experienced oral from anypony. Fighting the urge to buck back against his face, she bit on a forehoof and kept herself steady. She couldn’t believe it, she was being eaten out by her very own brother, the same stallion she’d fantasized about since she was a filly, and it wouldn’t be long until he…he…

“Nnnnnnnaaaaaaahhh!” she squeaked, trembling from her hooves to the top of her head.

She’d been riding a hair trigger ever since she’d stepped hoof into his room, but that was for a number of reasons. Making one of her oldest, most depraved dreams a reality, having gone through a prolonged abstinence of anything sexual, and having the opportunity to venerate a stud of Zephyr’s caliber would have been enough to make any mare lose her mind - for all that though, there was one other element at play. Riding out the high of her spontaneous climax, she wrestled her treacherous body under control.

Seeing him straighten up and wipe the nectar from his face, she anxiously smiled. “S…sorry about that. I guess you -”

Sniffing the air, he smacked his lips and stared directly into her eyes. “Are you in heat?”

She flinched, rocked to her core that he’d somehow been able to figure it out. “H…H…how d…did y…you…”

He tapped his nose and confidently grinned, ignoring and undisturbed by the impromptu shower of her marish juices. “Come on, Flutters, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

Though she gave no reply, turning her head in shame or possibly embarrassment, her reaction affirmed his suspicions. He’d had no doubt that some mares would go to great lengths to satisfy themselves through estrus - heck, Tempest had basically kept him as a living, breathing sex-toy when she’d last been in heat, so it only made sense that she’d been compelled by her biological urges. Watching a strand of creamy mare-cum dangle from her bulging clit, he came to a crossroads.

Any ordinary stallion could have - would have claimed her right then and there, but he wasn’t any ordinary stallion. His time with Tempest and the hoofful of occasions when he’d indulged Dash had nurtured a joy of pleasuring mares within him, and ensuring his sister had a memorable experience was simply too good to pass up. Was it wrong to do something so lecherous with his sibling? Possibly. Would he regret spending a passionate evening with her? Perhaps. Was he about to turn her away and forsake a once in a lifetime opportunity? Absolutely not.

Dipping his head, he feasted on her marehood with renewed vigor. Having her climax so quickly hadn’t done a thing to deter him - if anything, discovering she was a quick-shot proved wildly inspirational. Relishing the sound of trying to muffle herself, basking in the sublime heat radiating from her sex, he bathed his taste buds in the sweet, cloying flavor of her juices.

Fluttershy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, the breath hitched in her throat, and her hind legs buckled and threatened to give out, as wave after phenomenal wave of pleasure washed over her. Tempest had told her that his tongue was to die for, enough to make any mare weak in the knees, yet suffering the full, heavenly brunt of his oral skills left her at a loss for words. Though she’d just cum minutes prior, still riding the euphoric high of her orgasm, she was already skyrocketing to a second climax.

In spite of his command to press her chest to the floor, she unsteadily pushed herself up and lowered her head. She couldn’t see much, peeking back at him between her legs, but what she saw was absolutely beautiful. His stallionhood excitedly bobbed beneath him, leaking pre-cum to the floor, while a steady dribble of her nectar dripped from his chin.

The mere sight of his endowment was enough to push her over the edge a second time. Wracked with ecstasy, she eagerly pushed back against his face and gave a low, throaty groan. Trying to stay quiet was both useless and absurd, so she abandoned any efforts to silence herself.

“S…sorry,” she mewled, slathering his face with her juices.

Dismissively waving a wing at her, he dipped his head and smiled up at her. “You don’t have to apologize. As far as I’m concerned, you squirting means I’m doing something right.”

“You l…like it?” she wheezed, nonplussed.

“Flutters, I love it,” he snickered.

Abruptly ending the conversation, he continued vehemently eating her out. She’d heard he was a lover beyond peer, able to make both Tempest and Rainbow Dash cum without any apparent effort, yet she’d been unprepared for just how capable of a lover he was. Rolling her hips up and down, smearing her essence on him, she felt her sensibilities slipping away. While it may have been true that she’d never breathe a word of this incestuous exchange to a living soul, she had every intention of committing the sinful details of the exchange with Zephyr to memory.

She threw her head back and howled as he suckled on her clit. “Yes, right there!!!”

When Tempest had offered to let her borrow him for a night, she’d almost turned the formidable mare down - almost, but she’d ultimately relented. She’d wanted to question the unicorn, initially suspecting some trickery from Discord, yet she’d simply done as she’d instructed and followed her co-conspirator’s instructions to the letter. She’d have to thank the former villain and soon to be mother of her niece or nephew for erotic night with her sibling, but that could wait until after she’d gotten her fill - speaking of which…

It was only with an extreme exertion of will that she stumbled forward and away from Zephyr. Though a part of her yearned to stay where she’d been, to let him feast upon her until he’d had his fill, her aspirations lay beyond foreplay. Throwing her wings back, she grabbed the soft, doughy mounds of her rear and spread her cheeks.

“D…do it, Zeph,” she faintly whispered. “I…I can’t wait anymore.”

Flexing his hind legs, seconds from rearing back and thrusting himself upon her, he grimaced and forced himself to remain still. Mounting her, while a pleasurable position for all parties involved, simply didn’t feel right. She’d worked hard for this, enduring untold ages of her desires in silence, so she deserved - no, she’d earned something a bit more personal.

He nodded to the bed before giving her a sympathetic smile. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you lay down on your back for me…”

“B…but I -” she cut herself off when he lifted a forehoof.

“I want this to be special, Flutters,” he intoned. “Please…”

Glancing over to the bed, torn with indecision, she shifted in place. There was only one reason he’d want her on the bed, and on her back no less, and it would force her to look at him. Being claimed from behind was what she’d been after, concerned that seeing his face may upset one or possibly both of them, although that would be impossible if she did as he’d asked.

Feeling overwhelmed, she took a moment to collect herself. There weren’t many things she wanted more than for him to make love to her, the ultimate show of their unbreakable bond, yet being able to look at his face while they did the deed would be a level of intimacy she wasn’t sure she could handle. Peeking out at his face, seeing the warm, affectionate look in his eyes, she shuffled over and placed a forehoof on the mattress.

As she stepped onto the bed, eased herself down, and rolled onto her back, her thoughts began to race. “So - um - is this a favorite position of yours?”

“Yeah,” he responded, “but there’s another reason I wanted it.”

Having trotted over to her, he gingerly grabbed her fetlocks and slid her tush to the very edge of the bed. She flinched at his touch and peered down at him, somehow appearing excited and nervous. It was only after she was in position did he rear onto his hind legs, step forward, and place his forehooves to either side of her chest.

Glancing down and back at himself, he inched closer to her and touched the head of his cock to her entrance. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

“O…okay,” she softly responded.

“I want you to breathe in, hold it for a second, then slowly breathe out ~ can you do that?” he inquired.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, filled her lungs, and then steadily exhaled. If she hadn’t known better, she could have sworn that a hoof was pressed against her marehood - a big, somewhat soft, hot hoof, but a hoof nonetheless. As the pressure on her sex gradually increased, her nervousness and anticipation mounted. Just as she was starting to fear he wouldn’t fit, second guessing herself for doing something so foolish, his stallionhood forced its way into her.

Words failed to describe the feeling of fullness he afforded. She gasped and her eyes flew open, awestruck by the wondrous, unfamiliar sensation of accommodating something so huge. Their eyes met, she slowed, and she came to a stunning realization. Out of all the ponies in the world, he was one of the few who loved her unconditionally.

“Just breathe,” he faintly urged.

Steadily acclimating to the monumental intrusion, she gazed into his eyes and lifted her head. What little discomfort she felt steadily faded, but that wasn’t what enthralled her - no, that honor went to something all the more divine. As she extended her hind legs and resting her fetlocks on his hips, her wings reached up and caressed his sides.

“Zeph,” she whispered, lifting her head toward him.

He lowered his face and knit his brow. “Is it ok? Should I - Mmmph?!”

Locking lips with him, she silenced him with a kiss. Her soft, pillowy lips, her pleased hum, and her sweet embrace wore away at his reservations. Though he was concerned about hurting her, knowing how intense the experience could be for any mare he bedded, her impassioned kiss was a mute petition for him to continue.

Driving his tongue into her muzzle, he steadied himself and started to move. His motions were glacial, each thrust of his hips driving his stallionhood incrementally deeper into her, but it was a herculean trial. The bestial portions of his id screamed at him to rut her, to conquer her like he’d done with Tempest and Dash, while his sensibilities compelled him to use restraint.

Holding him tightly, she slipped her head to the side and brought her snout to his ear. “It’s s…so big…”

They’d only just begun, yet she could already sense herself rebounding to another climax. His stallionhood was perfection made flesh, hitting all the most sensitive areas of her depths, and every plunge brought him closer and closer to her defenseless, fertile womb. Impulsively flexing her hind legs, causing him to give a particularly hard thrust, she moaned and gently bit his ear.

Sensing him slow, she shook her head. “No, d…don’t stop.”

He obeyed and hastened his pace. She’d always suspected that her marehood was more accommodating than most, having been hilted with ease by the small number of partners she’d had in the past, but now she was sure of it. Her sibling’s endowment was massive and beyond reproach, her sex was yielding on the roomy side - in short, they were made for one another.

Getting his rhythm down, she bucked up to meet his plunges while succumbing to her bliss. His neck and jaw were peppered by her kisses, her sweet sighs and whimpers crept to his ears, and her forehooves firmly clutched his upper back. This was more than sex, more than just a biological need - this was the purest form of love.

As he set his jaw, Zephyr’s concentration crumbled away. She was far looser than either Tempest or Dash had been, but that was far from a bad thing. In contrast to his two other lovers, Fluttershy’s silken, sweltering depths were like a paramour’s embrace, stimulating him in new, unimaginable ways, and he hoped - prayed she was enjoying herself as much as he was. With a soft snort, having felt his medial ring rhythmically bumping against her entrance, he hilted her in one smooth, nearly effortless plunge.

The second the tip of his length contacted her cervix, she arched her back and came with all the force of a tsunami. Scalding nectar erupted over his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs, but that wasn’t enough to stop him - on the contrary, knowing he’d made her cum again, he dialed up the intensity. He’d been starting to think that there wasn’t a mare in Equestria who was made for him, naturally compatible with his stallionhood, though he’d been wrong.

“H…harder,” she mewled. “I want all of you…”

Hearing her bed moments after her climax made something click within his mind. She’d been with him for his entire life, there since the day he’d been born, and he’d somehow failed to realize just what she meant to him. Pulling back and looking down at her, he shot forward and drove his tongue into her mouth. They’d loved one another for years, throughout hardships and bickering and disagreements alike, and now it was time for them to truly express their affection for one another.

This was their moment, something they’d gone without for their entire existence, and nopony could take that from them. Harder and harder, faster and faster, they moved in tune with each other while fiercely making out. They may have been close growing up and into adulthood, but now they’d truly become one.

Zephyr slowed each time she came, altering his technique and giving her a slight reprieve to recuperate, though he was merciless. So help him, he was going to make sure she remembered this night for the rest of her life. Knowing he was gradually approaching his limit, he continued rutting her with everything he had.

Having lost track of how many orgasms she’d weathered, Fluttershy groaned around his tongue. She could barely think straight, it felt like her limbs weighed a ton, and she was absolutely covered in a cocktail of their sweat, but she forced herself to stay conscious. Until he’d bred her, claimed her, she would persevere.

The sensation of his flaring, throbbing stallionhood battering her inner gates filled her with glee. He went to withdraw, possibly to warn her that he was getting close, yet she secured her grip and kept him from retreating. Even if he’d only been going to speak, nothing needed to be said. She surrendered herself to him and now it was time for him to claim her.

Sensing her resolve, he hilted her, stiffened, and granted her wish. As his thick, virile seed surged into her, painting her interior like nopony ever had, she howled into his muzzle. In tandem, they crossed the threshold of nirvana itself and lost themselves to the blinding light of ecstasy. Their bodies grew still, they heaved air into their chests, and their rapture gradually faded into a comforting euphoria, yet their embrace endured.

It was only after what felt like a small eternity did Zephyr pull back and look down at her. Tears streamed down her face, juxtaposed by a broad smile on her muzzle. Wiping her face, he felt a sense of dread welling up within him. Had he done something wrong? Was she in pain? Did she regret what they’d done? Mercifully for him, she assuaged his fears.

“I’m - Sniff - I’m fine,” she sighed, touching a wing to his cheek. “I love you, Zeph. I love you and I don’t ever want to lose you.”

Pecking her cheek, he beamed. “I love you too, Flutters. Heh - you had me worried for a second. I thought that -”

“Oh buck yes…”

His head whipped toward the closet, in the direction of the slatternly, guttural cry he’d just heard. He couldn’t have - no, there was no way in Tartarus she’d do something like that. Not wanting to shatter the serenity but needing to see if his hunch was right, he stepped back, dragged his softening length from her, and crept across the room.

The closet opened seconds before he reached it, revealing none other than Tempest awkwardly sprawled out within. Languidly rubbing her marehood and laying on her back, she trembled atop a pool of what could only be her cooling, climactic juices. As her heavily-lidded eyes met his, he hung and shook his head.

“Really,” he halfheartedly grumbled.

Tempest shrugged and dismissively waved a forehoof at him. “Just pretend I’m not here, hot stuff.”

Looking over his shoulder to Fluttershy, Zephyr peaked a brow. His sister had gone an even brighter shade of red, betraying what had really happened. Though he couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure until he’d sat them both down and had a little chat, he’d bet his bottom bit that Tempest had played a hoof in the evening’s erotic activities. Trotting over to the bed, he scooped up his sibling, tossed her over his shoulder, and marched into the bathroom.

“Would it be too much to ask for you to change the sheets?” he called out.

Staying where she was, Tempest continued to nonchalantly masturbate. “I’ll change them after you give me some of what she just had…”

Though he rolled his eyes, he smiled. There was going to be a long night ahead of him, especially once the gravitas of everything started to settle in, but he had an incredible sister and an equally amazing lover to spend it with. Turning and kissing Fluttershy’s cheek, earning himself a filly-like giggle from her, he kicked the restroom door behind himself as he wondered if this would be the first and last time he and his sister bonded in such a unique way…
> Chapter 3
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Stepping into the foyer of his home, Zephyr kicked the door closed behind himself and sighed. His day, in a word, had been tiring. From the second he’d set up his station at the salon, a procession of mares and foals, each wanting to get their mane styled, had kept him on his hooves. Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, finding the house eerily silent, he cleared his throat.

“Babe?” he called.

Tempest appeared moments later, peeking out from the kitchen while holding a forehoof to her lips. The mere sight of her was enough to bring a smile to his face and stave off his exhaustion - if only to a small degree. After removing his smock and brushing himself off, he crossed to her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

As much of a femme fatale as ever, she wore her maternity well - almost too well. Her curves had softened slightly, her engorged bosoms were larger than they’d ever been, yet she was just as formidable as ever. If ever there was a mother in all of Equestria who could protect her family, it was her.

A lot had changed over the last two months and he was still trying to wrap his head around it all. First and foremost, he’d left his job with the royal guard and started working at one of the many salons in Canterlot. Soldiery really wasn’t for him, despite it being responsible for him meeting the love of his life, and his passion had always lay elsewhere. With a bit of encouragement from Tempest and just a pinch of nepotism from Fluttershy and Rarity, both of whom agreed that he should pursue a line of work that suited him, he’d landed a gig as a mane stylist several weeks prior.

“Long day?” she whispered, caressing her neck against him.

Nodding and folding a wing around her, he closed his eyes. “Yeah. Is she asleep?”

“I wouldn’t be whispering if she wasn’t,” Tempest softly giggled.

He should have gone into the kitchen to help her, or possibly gone off to take a shower, yet the temptation to check on his newest family member proved too strong. Releasing her, he shifted and peered down the hallway leading from the den. Buck it - even if she was asleep, giving himself a little peek couldn’t hurt anything.

Tempest lightly slapped his rump as he turned away from him and trotted back into the kitchen. “I’ll finish up dinner if you want to see her.”

Smiling broadly over his shoulder, he crept down the corridor. “Thanks, babe.”

“If you want to thank me, do the dishes later,” she purred, shooting him a wink.

He slowed and watched her depart, just as captivated by her as the day they’d first crossed paths. There were a number of incredible mares in his life, from Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony to the Princesses he served, though Tempest was a cut above the rest. Not only had the formidable unicorn nearly toppled an empire single-hoofedly, but she’d captured his heart and made an honest stallion out of him - well a mostly honest stallion out of him. Leaving his lover in his wake, he silently moved to a cracked door and pushed it open.

Though the room was dimly lit, its overhead light switched off and the curtain over the window drawn, its interior was just bright enough to let him make out details that never failed to make his heart swell. The walls were painted pastel pink, a number of stuffed animals littered the floor, and a crib rested off in one corner. Of all the things he’d ever hoped for, ever dreamed to have, there was nothing that had given him more purpose than this.

Holding his breath as he entered, he crossed to the crib and peered inside. Swaddled in a blanket rested a foal, his foal, and seeing her sleeping softly filled him with a sense of pride and happiness like he’d never known. Her name was Gale and she was the culmination of the love between himself and Tempest.

She yawned and cracked an eye up at him, seemingly sensing his presence. With a platinum mane and tail, eyes like rubies, and a garnet coat, the little unicorn was the most beautiful foal he’d ever seen. With the utmost care and reverence, he reached down and caressed her cheek. She, much like her mother, had given his life meaning, a reason for being, and he would do everything in his power to ensure she got all the care and affection she needed to flourish.

“I can already tell that she’s gonna be a daddy’s filly,” Tempest quietly teased from behind him.

Without looking back, he snickered. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he whispered, turning to face her. 

Gazing deeply into her eyes, seeing them sparkle in the dim light, he was stricken by her beauty. He’d tried to tell her to take it easy after the delivery, to give herself at least a few weeks or time to recover, but she’d refused and was just as active as ever - sure, she may have been slightly slower than usual, being understandably sore in some places, but that hadn’t stopped her from doing as she pleased. As he drifted closer, succumbing to his passion, he locked lips with her.

Without her in his life, there was a darn good chance he’d be aimlessly bouncing from job to job while drifting through life - without her, he wouldn’t have found true happiness. Deepening the kiss, he lifted a foreleg and wrapped it around her neck. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her and the family she’d started with him - so much so that doing his best to better himself and providing for them felt like little more than a token gesture.

Withdrawing when she moaned into his snout, he embraced her. “Thank you…”

She patted his shoulder and shook her head. “As if the feeling isn’t mutual…”

“No, I mean it,” he continued, rearing back with his expression hardening. “You’re the best - shoot.”

Turning to the crib, drawn by the sound of a cry, he grimaced. There were two things he’d learned since Gale had come into the world: foals had a very sporadic sleep schedule and they were more than happy to let anypony and everypony know when they were hungry. Extending his wings into the bassinet, he delicately lifted the little filly and brought her to his chest.

“Ssssssssh,” he tenderly hissed, rocking her back and forth. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…”

Moving to his side, Tempest smirked. “She’s been asleep for the last two hours, so it’s not your fault.”

He lifted the foal and sweetly smiled up at her. “You hungry?”

Gale’s cry intensified as she looked over to her mother. Foals were interesting to say the least, being unable to speak or care for themselves - fortunately for him, he had some of the best help in the world. Still uncertain about what had his daughter out of sorts, he peeked over his shoulder when he heard hoofsteps behind him.

“She - um - she’s a little cranky because she hasn’t eaten since lunch,” Fluttershy softly noted.

“Well I can take care of that,” Tempest hummed.

He didn’t flinch as Gale was taken from his wings, too enraptured by the sight of his sister to do anything else. With a slightly distended belly, an enormous bust, and succulent flanks, her pregnancy, a pregnancy that he was responsible for, was a thing of awe. Whether it was because he’d watched her grow heavy with foal since their impulsive tryst, the way she’d confessed her forbidden attraction to him, or some combination of the two, he found her almost as irresistible as Tempest - almost.

He wasn’t sure what was crazier: the fact that his family and their respective friends had accepted her taking him as a lover or that she’d moved in with him and Tempest - regardless, he was happy as heck to have her around. Remaining just inside the room, her eyes wandered from the now cooing foal to his backside. As with Tempest, her hormones had gone absolutely wild since she’d been knocked up - that or her sexual urges, now fully unleashed, had always been exceptionally strong.

Inching closer and quickly backing away, she lifted a forehoof. “Do you - uh - want some help with that?”

Following her gaze, only then realizing his stallionhood had slipped from its sheath and was hanging beneath him, he blushed. “W…well I was g…gonna -”

“Can you four please keep it down!” a voice protested.

Barging in and past Fluttershy, Dash grimaced. Sleek, athletic, and with her trademark devil-may-care attitude, there wasn’t a thing that had changed about her aside from the small bump in her belly. Had somepony told him that she’d become a mother, he would have laughed it off - if somepony had told her that she’d become the mother of his foal, he would have thought they’d gone insane - nevertheless, that’s precisely what had happened. Just like with Tempest and Fluttershy, his seed had taken root in the rambunctious Wonderbolt.

Watching Tempest seat herself and bring Gale to her breasts, she knit her brow. “What’s the matter? Is she hungry? Sleepy? Hungry and sleepy?”

“According to Flutters, she’s just hungry,” Zeph replied.

“Well she’s not the only one! I’m starving,” Dash lamented.

Extending a wing and patting her fellow pegasus’ back, Fluttershy giggled. “Well you are eating for two now, Dash.”

Dash petulantly stomped a hoof and instantly winced. “Nopony told me having a bun in the oven would be this bad!”

Slowly turning to face her, Zephyr smirked. “Come on, it can’t be that bad! Tempest didn’t complain at all, and Flutters is doing just fine!”

“Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy affirmed, trotting around and pressing herself to his side.

“Well my hooves ache,” Dash groaned, examining her forehoof, “and I’m constantly hungry for weird stuff like mustard on ice cream or pickles, and…”

Waiting a moment for her to continue, he cocked his head. “And…?”

“And I’m horny -” the Wonderbolt loudly bemoaned, “like super horny all the bucking time! All I want to do is lay around, eat, and get my brains plowed out!” Whipping around and shamelessly displaying her backside, she showed off her rosy, positively drenched marehood. “I was trying to rub one out before I took a nap, but somepony had to come home and stir things up!”

“Dash, don’t be so grumpy,” Fluttershy tutted as she wiggled her hips against him. “It’s not Zephyr’s fault he’s such a s…stud! He didn’t ask to have such a big, j…juicy -”

He practically leapt to the side as she dipped her head and began bringing her muzzle under him. “Ok, mares, that’s enough of that for now.”

“Is it? Is it, Zephyr?” Dash countered, broadening her stance and lowering her chest to the floor. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but I’m leaking like a faucet over here! If I don’t get something big crammed in me, I’m going to go insane!”

“I - um - I don’t think I’ll go insane, but I could really use a bit of stress relief myself,” Fluttershy added. Drifting over to Dash, she flipped her flag tail to the side and showed off her plump, moist nethers. “See?”

With two needy, supremely aroused mares practically begging him to be dicked-down, and a third nursing his foal only a few feet away, Zephyr gulped. His routine would have been hectic enough with a lover and a little filly to take care of, but that would have been simple compared to what he had. With a veritable harem of amorous mares to tend to, having to split his carnal energy between them, he felt like he was in some sort of lewd juggling act - not that that was a bad thing most of the time.

Turning his head, he looked over at Tempest. He certainly didn’t mind giving Fluttershy and Dash what they craved, but his allegiance is, was, and always would hinge upon his mate. With an impish smirk splitting her snout, she gave him a wink.

“Go ahead,” she demurely urged, “I’ve got my hooves full right now anyways.”

“Thanks,” he sighed. “We’ll try to keep it down and - Gah?!”

“Oh no we won’t keep it down,” Dash insisted, hauling on his foreleg and leading him to the exit. “I’ve waited all day for this, and I am not about to be quiet while you’re rutting me into a coma!”

Quickly scampering along behind him, Fluttershy blushed. “I’ll try to be quiet, but I c…can’t make any promises.”

“Yeah right,” Dash laughed, dragging him along as though he were a sack of potatoes. “Fluttershy, I think everypony on the block knows when you get your special time with Zephyr. ‘Buck me harder, Zeph! Put another foal in me, Zeph!’”

Glowing up at the cocky pegasus, Fluttershy scrunched her snout. “I’m n…not that loud!”

“Can we please not - Oomph,” he grunted, slamming into the door-frame leading into his room. “Can we please not argue about this!”

“You’re right,” Dash huffed, “we have more important stuff to argue about - like which of us you’re going to mount first.”

With her feathers literally ruffled, Fluttershy stepped forward. “I’m his sister, so I think I s…should get first dibs.”

“Well he knocked me up before he knocked you up!” Dash loudly objected, holding a forehoof proudly to her bosom. “And I didn’t sneak into his room to do it either!”

“Z…Zephyr Breeze, you wouldn’t neglect your baby sister ~ would you?” Fluttershy pouted, affixing him with a puppy dog look that dealt his heart a blow.

“Come on, Zeph, you know you want a piece of this,” Dash jeered, invitingly swaying her tush at him. “Don’t tell me you weren’t clopping off to the thought of this for years.”

Finding himself at a crossroads, Zephyr’s thoughts raced. Having sex with either one of them could and likely would upset the other, but what was he supposed to do? With only a single stallionhood to use, he could only rut a single mare at a time! Seeing the vacant bed, realizing there may be a way to kill two birds with one stone, he grinned.

“Before we do anything,” he began, hopping onto and reclining on the mattress, “how about you mares warm me up…”

Despite their wildly varying personalities, Dash and Fluttershy scrambled over to either side of him. He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have a mare eager to satisfy him, much less a trio of enthusiastic, nigh insatiable lovers, though all the attention came at a cost. It was rare for him to get a full night’s sleep, he’d suffered several bouts of dehydration, and there’d been rare occasions when he’d had to tap out to give himself a break - nevertheless, he liked to think he did a good job at keeping everypony happy.

With his head resting on a pillow, giving him a perfect view of the action, he peered down his chest. In typical fashion, Dash went straight for his balls, while Fluttershy drew her tongue up his hardening length. Though it was only by a very slim margin, he had the fortitude, endurance, and endowment to split three ways.

“Mmmph nf MMMPH nff pfffph,” Dash incoherently groaned into his hefty coin purse.

Fighting back a chuckle, he lifted a wing to his ear. “What was that?”

Throwing herself back, she glared past his towering stallionhood to his face. “I said I love the way you smell ~ alright?!”

“And the taste,” Fluttershy murmured, shivering as she reached the head of his cock. “One of these days, I want you to go for a long, hard flight before you let me lick you clean.”

It was still wild to see and hear his sister acting in such an overtly depraved way, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a massive turn-on. No matter if she was out and about, with friends, or by herself at her animal sanctuary, Fluttershy was one of the most soft-spoken and reserved mares around - that was until she was in his private company. Once the doors were closed and the curtains drawn, away from prying eyes, she took on a distinctly lascivious air in his presence.

Blinding by his balls, Dash contentedly lapped at his taint. According to her, Fluttershy, and even Tempest, his stallionly aroma was one of the most enticing things about him. If the trio were right about him, and that was a big if, he was left to assume one reason he hadn’t been lucky enough to get a special somepony for himself was that he’d never been given the opportunity to get close to a mare for any decent length of time.

His eyes darted between the two, unsure of which sight was more compelling. Standing at his side, with her lips wrapped around the fist few inches of his length, Fluttershy bobbed her head and sucked him off while Dash wantonly masturbated and lavished his nuts with affection. He couldn’t say how things would change after the pair had given birth to their foals, genuinely uncertain of how he’d keep his sanity while looking after six different ponies, but that was a bridge he’d cross when he got to it - for the time being, his welling arousal took precedence.

Within a matter of minutes, under the combined onslaught of two Elements of Harmony, he was rock hard and ready to go - even so, he bode his time. Selecting one of them to rut would present problems - problems he’d rather avoid, so he’d rather wait and let them settle that issue themselves. Not to his surprise, having whipped herself into a frenzy, Dash eventually reared back, smacked her lips, and pushed Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“Pregnant or not, I need some of that dick,” she growled, attempting to step over his legs and straddle him.

Fluttershy didn’t take the slight lightly, shoving her friend. “I thought we agreed that I’d go first?”

Realizing their libido couldn’t or wouldn’t allow them to come to an amicable solution, Zephyr extended his wing to the side and plucked a single bit from his nightstand. “You know the drill, call it.”

“Heads!” Dash bleated as he flipped the coin into the air.

Downright crestfallen, Fluttershy hung her head. “I was gonna call heads…”

He watched as the coin flipped and fell to the mattress beside him. “Well I guess you’re lucky you didn’t. Alright, Dash, fair’s fair.”

“That was rigged!” Dash seethed.

Giving a small shrug, he shook his head. “I don’t know what to tell you, unless you want to say Discord pulled a fast one on you.”

Dash rolled her eyes and grit her teeth, though she begrudgingly backed away and gave her friend room. “Fine, but you’re gonna eat me out while your sister rides you, pervert.”

There’d been a time when he’d been embarrassed to embrace his incestuous inclinations, though that felt like a lifetime ago. As Fluttershy stood up and swung a hind leg over his waist, bringing herself into position, a smile graced his lips. In a way, there wasn’t much that had changed between himself and his little sister - yeah, they fucked like rabbits when they had the time, but they still loved and cherished one another unconditionally. 

Shaken from his thoughts by a sudden movement at his side, he looked over and was greeted by the sight of Dash leaping into the air. Any reasonable mare would have simply straddled his face and eased herself down, but that was the problem - the feisty flier was rarely if ever reasonable. Gnawing his lip as Fluttershy gradually impaled herself, stricken by her balmy, silken depths embracing the tip of his length, he was given no time to prepare when a pair of sculpted, blue glutes descended from above and drove his head into the pillow.

The first thing to hit him, aside from Dash’s slavering marehood, was her scent. Nearly as strong as Tempests, and far more potent than Fluttershy’s, the Wonderbolt’s natural bouquet was better than any perfume. Closing his eyes as she rubbed her snatch up and down his snout, whetting his face with her juices, he reached up with his wings, clutched her waist, and ran his tongue between her lower lips and to her clit.

She trembled above him and gave a throaty moan. “Buck yes. This is what - hey! Give me some room, Fluttershy!”

“I…I’m s…sorry,” Fluttershy stammered, lazily screwing herself upon the supine stallion. “Are you ok down there, Zephyr?”

Extending a wing and giving a thumbs up with his pinions, he gave a wordless reply. There was a chance, a slim chance that he could leave both the mares satiated, but it wasn’t going to be easy. As he braced his hind legs and thrust into his sister, earning a guttural, completely whorish groan for his efforts, he suckled on Dash’s clit.

It wasn’t the first time he’d endured a combined assault from the mares, and he’d wager everything he had that it wouldn’t be the last - despite that, a part of him was glad to accept the challenge. Nearly a year ago, back when Tempest had essentially robbed him of his virginity, he’d been an amateur with sexual affairs in the truest sense of the word, but that was a long, long time ago. Tried and tested, tempered by the three mares, each with slightly different amorous preferences, he’d adapted to his role as a stud.

As he moaned into Dash and plowed into Fluttershy, he couldn’t help but imagine the scene from an outsider’s perspective. There he was with one mare sitting on his face and a second bouncing on his dick, and he was managing to give them both what they so desperately craved. Though he’d never actually do it, not for the least of which reasons being his reputation and the fact that he had one daughter and two other offspring on the way, it was amusing to think that he could have made a profession out of exhibitionistic shows.

Composing herself enough to move, Dash rocked back against his lips. Her sweet, tangy nectar washed over his palate and down his throat while she winked around his tongue and against his lips. She’d initially been reluctant to let him eat her out, claiming the activity was ‘gross’, although it hadn’t been long before she’d changed her tune. She may not have admitted it, too prideful to actually say how she felt about it, but he could tell she loved it when he put his oral skills to use on her.

“Aaaaaaahn,” Fluttershy whimpered, readjusting herself.

He couldn’t see a darn thing aside from the blue cheeks beating against his face, but he could tell what his sibling had done. The sensation of her wings against his knees, the subtle difference in the way her depths caressed him, and how she was getting louder and louder with every plunge of his stallionhood told him she’d leaned back to make the most out of his endowment. The sheer size of his cock was enough to stretch her in ways few studs could, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an ideal position to hit all her weak spots.

Altering the angle of his thrusts, scraping his medial ring against her g-spot while his cock-head beat against her womb, he was rewarded by a howl of delight from Fluttershy. Every time they shared his bed, he became more comfortable with the carnal direction their relationship had taken - in fact, he welcomed it! For what was probably the first time in his life, he was able to give her something she wanted - something she craved.

His only complaint about the situation, if somepony were to twist his wing and make him name one, was that pleasuring two mares in tandem could be herculean. The physical pleasure of having his stallionhood milked by the soft, snug, loving confines of a mare in her prime was countered or possibly even eclipsed by the staggering gratification of just how lucky he was. He had a veritable harem at his disposal, he was a father of what would soon be a trio of foals, and he was apparently a sexual tyrannosaurus - in short, he could see why other stallions could be jealous of him.

Inspired and emboldened, he pounded into Fluttershy from below as he redoubled his efforts to get Dash off. To Tartarus with it - even if the pair bickered from time to time, he’d ensure their marish needs were fulfilled. As the sounds of the mares’ delight grew louder, combining into a symphony of depravity, he turned the tables on them and gained the upperhoof.

Alternating between sinking his tongue into Dash’s depths and teasing her clit, he edged her to the breaking point. Her defiance was her weakness, too stubborn to let herself climax unless she was taunted with the promise of an orgasm, and he used her hubris against her. As soon as her thighs would start to tremble and the pitch of her voice raise an octave, he’d relent and switch tactics. If she wanted him to finish her off with his tongue, she was going to have to ask for it.

Almost diametrically opposed to Dash, Fluttershy had no reservations about cumming as quickly and as intensely as his other lovers. Slipping into a rut-lust, panting and mewling and more than likely drooling over herself, she wantonly cast herself over the edge and into a sea of rapture. All but seizing above him, fully seating herself, she howled in ecstasy as a tsunami of her orgasmic nectar gushed from her spasming marehood.

With one mare down and one to go, Zephyr fixated on Dash - at least he tried to. Mere moments after Fluttershy came, she bolted to her hooves and leapt off of him. There was only one thing that could evoke such a strong reaction from her, even if it was still currently in use. As he wiped off his face and opened his eyes, she loudly cleared her throat.

“Now that you’re - Nnnph - finished, let me get my turn,” she grunted, attempting to dislodge Fluttershy.

In a dreamline state, likely gripped by her euphoria, Fluttershy smiled over at the pushy pegasus. “J…just give me a - Cough - second…”

“You’ve had a second - heck, you’ve had at least ten minutes’ worth!” Dash groused. “It’s my turn!”

“Fluttershy,” Zephyr whispered, drawing his sister’s eye, “be a dear and get up.”

While she’d been prepared to give Dash a hard time, Fluttershy obliged his request. Throwing herself forward and getting her hooves under herself, she unsteadily stood and unsheathed his rigid length. Even if it was only a temporary solution, her itch had been scratched and she was satiated.

He watched his sibling take two woozy steps and collapse beside him, before he turned his focus back to Dash. “So did you want to -”

“Mount me,” she demanded, bracing her hind legs in preparation. “And don’t go easy on me either - trust me, I’ll know. I want you to rut me until I can’t stand up!”

Snickering and shaking his head, he rolled over and stood. Given that she was still early in her pregnancy, had willed herself not to climax from his tongue lashing, and was more energetic than usual, he saw no reason not to give her what she’d asked for. Rearing back and locking his forelegs over her hips, he shuffled forward, kissed the tip of his length to her entrance, and sank nearly half his stallionhood into her.

“Sweet Celestia - I needed this,” she sighed, clenching around his tool.

He could have drawn things out, continuing to sinfully torment her until she begged, though there would’ve been little point in it. Securing his grip and slowly hilting himself, only stopping when his balls came to rest against her clit, he draped himself over her back and breathed hotly in her ear. Since she’d been brazen and foolhardy enough to demand he rut her until she couldn’t stand up, that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Utterly lacking any build-up or escalation, forsaking tender caresses or loving kisses, he pulled out all the stops and plowed her with all his might. She stiffened under his assault, every muscle about her frame tensing in unison, until her brain caught up with what was happening. Her chest and face fell to the blanket, effectively going limp from the waist up, while she brayed incoherently in bliss.

Seeing a mare break and succumb to her wants was something he didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of. Dash was one of the most outspoken, audacious mares on the face of the planet, completely full of herself at basically all times, yet he’d seen through the veneer of her impudence. All it had taken was a single experience with him, that magical moment when she’d asked him to give her some relief, for her to get hooked on him.

Tighter and marginally warmer than Fluttershy, her marehood was like an untamed animal. She fought his backstrokes with ferocity, clamping around him when he withdrew, before loosening and allowing him to plunge as deeply as possible. A day may come when she’d be more affectionate with him, but that day, if it ever came to pass, would be long in the future.

His wings crept around her sides and to her abdomen as he delicately nibbled on her ear. Like so many other things he couldn’t have predicted, he’d developed a bit of an endearing sadistic streak with her. Fluttershy was usually happy with a single climax, able to go hours or even days without having another round with him, but not Dash. Feeling her nipples against his feathers, he heaped another layer of blissful stimulation on her and hammered the final nail in her coffin.

Her desperation, the oral from minutes before, and the ruthless way he screwed her was far more than she could endure. With a wail that pierced the heavens and echoed off the walls, she met her climactic end. Scalding nectar erupted from her quivering confines, coating his balls, thighs, and the sheets under them, yet his thrusts didn’t slow - rather they became more ruthless.

He quickly impelled her first orgasm to second, then a third, while she screamed in ecstasy. The feeling of her marehood squirting and convulsing chipped away at his endurance and his resolve to last as long as he could. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, struggling to maintain his breakneck pace, he came to an abrupt stop when a lilting, pleased moan sailed to his ear.

Looking over, he froze. Standing just outside the room, shrouded in shadow, stood Tempest. The look of longing in her eyes and the way she balanced on three legs, using a forehoof to reach between her bosoms to rub her snatch, caused his stallionhood to twitch with anticipation. He cared for Dash, he loved Fluttershy, but his heart belonged to her. She glanced to the semi-comatose mares panting on the mattress near him, peered up to his face, and smirked.

“Quite the performance,” she cooed, withdrawing her slickened forehoof and licking it clean. “Saving yourself for me?”

Turning and slipping his wings under Dash, he lifted and repositioned the groggy mare over to Fluttershy. “I was hoping you’d join us.”

“Now that your little warm up is done, I expect nothing but the best from you,” she chuckled, trotting over and jumping onto the mattress. Rolling onto her back and situating her hindquarters at the very foot of the bed, she nodded down at herself. “You ready for this, stud?”

Flitting over her, he landed on the floor and placed his forehooves to either side of her head. She was the embodiment of terrifying beauty, an amazonian Princess capable of crushing empires, and he thanked the heavens every day for having her. As he leaned in and locked lips with her, he sank his length into her.

Though she was on the receiving end of things, her tenacity knew no bounds. Her hind legs snapped around his waist and drew him in while she drove her tongue into his snout. He could devote the rest of his life to the carnal arts, learning every conceivable way to please a mare in the bedroom, yet he doubted he’d ever truly be a match for her. Bending a metaphorical knee to her prowess and domineering spirit, he lovingly bucked his hips and made passionate love to her.

Her depths were as supremely well trained as the rest of her intimidating physique, coaxing him deeper and squeezing him like a vice. It still baffled him - she could have had any stallion she chose, anypony on the planet, and yet she’d chosen him. Be it from fate or pure, dumb luck, he’d wound up with the mare of his dreams.

Slipping her head to the side, she snickered in his ear. “So when are you going to pump another foal into me…?”

Though he’d wished to take his time, to relish the intimacy with her, her mention of being bred tickled the most primal portions of his id. No sooner did he sheath his length than he withdrew and gave a second, even more powerful thrust. He’d once held himself back with her, fearing that being too hard may harm her, but months and months of being with her, of fucking her in more ways than he’d thought possible, had taught him she couldn’t just handle the full fury of his passion - she pined for it.

As his stallionhood beat against her cum-starved womb, he shifted his head and deeply kissed her. They’d learned to please one another physically, mentally, and spiritually, and such heated exchanges were only one of the ways their love was made manifest. Vying for dominance, attempting to overwhelm her with rapture, he whimpered when she bucked up to meet his plunges.

Their moves were synchronized perfectly, complementing one another while they consummated their affection. Everything about her was addictive, from her velvety depths to the taste of her fresh sweat, and he couldn’t imagine living without her - that said, she’d mirrored the sentiment about him. Hastening his pace and going all out, he snorted.

She was divinity incarnate, perfection made manifest, and bedding her after railing Dash and Fluttershy was his undoing. Even under the best circumstances, he couldn’t last long when he was with her - now, having been with two mares before her, he was put at a substantial disadvantage. Using his stallionhood, wings, and tongue, every tool in his arsenal to get her off, he became a blur of motion.

On and on he went, battling against the growing tide of his bliss for as long as he could. With his hope gradually fading, realizing she would outlast him, she trembled and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. The dying embers of his hope flared, renewed by her sign of weakness, and it gave him the strength to continue on for just a bit longer.

As a tremor crept into her thighs, he pushed himself past the breaking point. It was a race to the finish, they were neck and neck, and it wasn’t a matter of if they were going to cum but when. His cock-head flared, his stallionhood throbbed, and it felt like his heart was about to explode, but his self-restraint paid off.

Tempest’s eyes rolled back and her depths quaked around him as she climaxed a heartbeat as his seed gushed into her. Making out throughout their rapture, they slowed to a halt and basked in their ecstasy. Minutes passed before they broke their kiss, locked eyes, and smiled. He’d always heard that opposites attract, yet he’d never given the saying any credence until he’d met her.

“I love you,” he hummed, unable to keep himself from giving her another peck on the cheek.

Hugging him and holding him close, she rubbed his back. “I love you too…”

Their lives would get more complicated with a pair of new foals in the household, the inclusion of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in their relationship came with a number of ups and downs, and they would eventually need a bigger house, though none of those things troubled him. His family meant everything to him and he knew Tempest felt the same way. Resting himself on her, relishing the warmth and comfort she afforded, he closed his eyes and dreamt of what the future held for them…