> This Night'll be a Breeze
>  by gingerninja666
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> Chapter 1. [No explicit clop. Some self-adoration.]
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Zecora settled onto a small rug in the corner of her hut. Muscles scorched with fatigue dropped her down with perhaps more force than she intended. The rug's rough woven fibres made it a less than comfortable sit for most everypony else in Equestria, but the zebra had long since grown accustomed to its coarse texture digging slightly into her backside. After a long night spent gathering ingredients and materials for her various pursuits, including some items that only appeared under the light of the full moon or in the fresh scales of nocturnal creatures, she even dared enjoy their company, and quickly slipped into the contented trance of meditation.

Thick canvas sheets blocked the daylight outside, leaving only the otherworldly glow of her cauldron to illuminate the roof of her hut in a green hue. Nothing could distract her from her leisure, and the aches and soreness of her trek faded away into the shadows around her, leaving her floating in a sea of absolute peace.

A gust of wind threw open the door, blowing off one of its hinges, and tainted her space with the glare of the midday sun. A beam caught Zecora right between the eyes, and she heard herself screech like a startled fruit bat, pawing at the air to try and get it away from her. Though, she stopped as soon as she realized how foolish she looked. The fatigue in her limbs came back with a vengeance, almost like the light itself had dragged it out of the dark and into sharper relief. Standing was a chore.

“I am one fates like to tease,” Zecora grumbled, dragging her heavy feeling legs across the hut. “Why else send an obnoxious breeze?”

“Why, oh why, indeed?” crooned a smooth voice. Zecora stiffened, it wasn't a voice she recognized. A figure dropped into the archway.

Zecora tilted her head at the stallion standing in front of her. He might have been considered handsome were it not for his tragic mane bun and unkempt facial fuzz. He was tall, lean, not quite gangly, with a tealish coat, blonde mane, and the most cheesy grin she'd seen in recent memory. His hands were stuffed into a pair of ripped jeans and his purple jumper looked especially uncomfortable in the afternoon sun. A pair of sunglasses hid his eyes, but his head looked up and down her body appreciatively. Zecora was tempted to think she was reminded of Rainbow Dash, but the creature in front of her was far more... Pathetic.

“Well, well, well. Sis was right, you look positively exotic, Miss... Zecora?” he said, grinning.

“That much is true,” Zecora said slowly. “But, who are you?”

The stallion rolled his hand in a theatrical circle and placed it across his chest.“Why, a breeze that's just blown his way into your life, of course. Zephyr Breeze!” He paused, clearly waiting for a reaction. Zecora only stared at him. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, as tired as she felt. Zephyr's smile crashed like a lead weight, dragging his posture with it until he looked like a crooked line. “Wait. Sis never mentioned me?”

“No. I have been warned of you by your 'sis',” Zecora beckoned Zephyr to follow and dragged herself towards a desk stocked with tea leaves, herbs, and a tiny stove. “I just need some tea before I am ready for this,”

“Warned?! Aw, come on. I'm not that bad, am I?” Zephyr huffed, looking around the hut.

“You broke my front door. Annoying, I won't lie. Now, why am I face to face with the brother of Fluttershy?”

Zephyr tipped his glasses enough to look at her directly. “You know, I just realized you're doing this weird rhyming thing,”

Zecora fought not to grind her teeth. She struck two glittering stones together. Supernaturally large sparks leapt from the rocks and set the tiny stove alight. She placed a pot of water onto it. “Me, rhyme? Perhaps you misheard?” She rasped dryly. “Why would I do something so completely absurd?”

“No, see, you did it again right there. Not that I mind, of course. I have been known to dabble in a bit of poetry of my own from time to time,” he grinned playfully. “Naturally, that was before I focused on my mane therapy work full time.”

“You have a full time profession, yet your time seems so free. Again, why have you come looking for me?”

“Well, the Shys are having a get together with the Dashes tomorrow night, and a son needs a gift for his mother. Not to mention, a brother needs another for the other in his family that he smothers cuz he loves her. Heh! I still got it. Kinda.”

Zecora sighed. “You need a gift for Fluttershy, and your mother?”

“And I've got bits, so any price I can cover! See, got to that rhyme before you did! Heh. But yeah, I need something those two will appreciate. I was big into herbal bath salts and stuff back when I was meditating. Never quite found inner peace, fancy that, maybe I missed something somewhere, but Flutters said you were a one stop shop for tonics, lotions, all that jazz. Got anything you can recommend to a brother in need?”

Zecora didn't respond. The pot of water had finished boiling. Zecora poured it into a cup filled with crushed leaves and granules. The smell from the mixture was as bracing as it was pleasant. Zephyr said some more things, but she tuned him them out while she enjoyed her cup of tea. The stimulative effects of the leaves of the Dynamo plant would keep her going enough to get him out of her hut. Barely. Already, she had an idea, as the mist of fatigue retreated slightly from her mind.

She spun in place and reached out to the still talking Zephyr.

“Course, that's just what I told Rainbows. Even mom knows she's head over heels about-” Zeph tried to continue speaking, but was cut off by Zecora gripping his lips closed.

“I can help you, of course, my dear sweet young Zephyr,” Zecora said, smiling knowingly. “Tonics? Perhaps, but I can do you one better,”

“Sweet! What is it? How much do I owe ya?”

Zecora gestured to her front door. “My door needs some fixing, otherwise it's a steal. Just give me your mane of blonde and coat of teal. With the brew I'll create, their affections you'll reel. They will all know exactly how about them you feel,”

***

“I was talking about this with the girls at work. I never would've guessed how snugly that Wonderbolt outfit fits on you, Dashie,” chirped an excitable blue pegasus. Her massive grin threatened to split her face in half. “We all bet you've found yourself a mess of admirers already, looking as sexy as you do up there!”

“Mooooom!” whined Rainbow Dash, sinking into her armchair and masking her blush with her dainty cup of tea.

Windy Whistles gasped. “Oh! Sorry, hunny," The middle aged mare looked genuinely apologetic, and took in a calm, measured breath before continuing. Her tone didn't completely lose its mild sense of awe, but that was who her mother was, Dash supposed. “I only meant to say you looked fetching. The girls at work and I felt a little... Jealous,” she giggled softly.

“The suits aren't about fashion or attractiveness,” Rainbow Dash lied. She totally looked like the shit being hugged by all that lycra, but her mom didn't need to know that. “It's all about the aerodynamics. Stuff I know nopony here cares about,” she gestured to her company.

Both the Dashes and the Shys were gathered around a cute little mahogany coffee table. All the furniture Mr and Mrs Shy had in their lounge had been arranged in a circle to allow everypony access to the table's modest spread of finger foods and sides. Rainbow's Dad may have been looking on in rapt attention next to his wife, but Fluttershy and her parents sitting opposite, all stared into their tea cups, mortified and trying politely to ignore the topic. When Windy noticed, she yelped.

“Please, forgive me! It's a habit at this point. We see our little Dashie and the words just start tumbling out," Windy averted her eyes and scratched the back of her head.

“We don't mind,” whispered Mrs Shy. “You've been doing it for years already.”

“Ever since Rainbow Dash was born, come to think of it… But we're used to it,” added Mr Shy, smiling comfortingly. He looked at Dash. A gaze of absolute warmth shone from his watery eyes. "You have a daughter worth gushing over. We couldn't bring ourselves to stop you when you're both so passionate."

Bow Hot Hoof leaned forward and emphatically placed his cup down. “Yeah? Well, no longer. We're not going to embarrass anypony with our antics anymore. We promised Dash.”

Rainbow Dash sighed. “You know I'm not expecting any miracles from you guys. Just... Try.”

“'No miracles, just effort.' Got it,” repeated Hoof with a determined grin.

“Ooooh, you should put that on a t-shirt, Mr Dash.” Fluttershy giggled.

“Fluttershy! Dash told us all about your new animal sanctuary. Sounds exciiiitiiiiing!” Windy sang. “She always said you had it in you! Have things been running smoothly?”

Shy opened her mouth to reply, but just then the front door of the house nearly smashed from it's hinges, and a teal blur skidded into the lounge.

“Guess who isn't late?!” Zephyr cried.

“Everyone who isn't you?” Rainbow said lowly.

Zephyr wagged his finger. “Wrong, my little Rainbow Cake. You... Were all here early. No party truly begins until moi arrives.”

“And where were you exactly?” said Fluttershy, peering at her brother suspiciously.

Zephyr raised a wooden box above his head triumphantly. “Getting the perfect gift for mother and yourself, of course. I had a chat with your zebra friend,”

Mrs Shy flushed. “You didn't need to get us anything, dear. Just seeing you is enough,”

“Zecora?” Fluttershy tilted her head. “But... She said she'd be busy harvesting in the Everfree forest for the next few nights. You didn't bother her while she was sleeping, did you?”

Zephyr's eyes bulged. “M-me? Of course not. She was a bright eyed and bushy tailed little thing when I met her,” Zephyr said as he looked around for a seat. He eventually decided to perch himself on the arm of Rainbow Dash's chair. Rainbow instinctively flinched away from him. “Anyway, she gave me this potion,” he said, rattling the box. Clinking glass could be heard within.

“Oooooh. What's it do?” Fluttershy asked.

“Heh. This baby lets you feel my emotions. Apparently. Just the once, I'd like you both to know, truly, how much I love you. Ah, hell. Dad, you should have a go as well...” Zephyr paused. He regarded Dash out of the corner of his eye. His gaze smoldered. “You too, Dash. If you want.”

“You're insane,”

“That wasn't a no...”

Rainbow shot a pleading look at Fluttershy. She could only throw a helpless gaze back. Well, if Fluttershy was going to give it a go, she might as well suffer with her. Zecora wouldn't have given him something dangerous, would she?

“No, it wasn't a no,” Rainbow glared at him for a second, then huffed “Just get it over with,”

“Niiice,” Zephyr threw open the wooden box and yanked out a pair of vials. The liquid in both shimmered the same shade of green as the contents of Zecora's cauldron. “I'll just sprinkle a little of this in your teas and viola.”

Zephyr started administering the drops. Dash's parents looked on eagerly. The Shys looked at them apologetically, muttering for them to excuse their son.

Bow raised his cup. “Hit us up,”

“Huh?” grunted Zephyr.

“You heard him. Give us that stuff too!” Windy beamed.

“Uh... I don't even know you two,”

“Dashie told us all about Zecora,” said Windy.

“And we wanna try out something made by the zebra with the Rainbow Dash seal of approval,” Bow winked at Dash. Dash blinked. Her parents were giving her matching sympathetic looks. They must've caught on to her silent exchange with Fluttershy, and were trying to support her by joining in.

‘You guys…’ Rainbow Dash thought affectionately.

In the end, Zephyr shrugged and gave their cups a drop as well. Everyone at the table now held a spiked drink in their hands.

“Okay then. Everypony drink up!” Zephyr cried.

The Dashes were the first ones to bite, or slurp, as it were. They downed their drinks in a single gulp and high fived each other. Rainbow and Fluttershy followed suit. The drink didn't taste any different to Dash, and Fluttershy burped slightly when she was done. She covered her mouth and muttered a tiny apology. Her parents drank last, hastily gulping it down. Zephyr positively glowed in anticipation.

“Ok. Now.... We wait,” Zephyr smirked.

“We... Wait?” Fluttershy asked.

“More specifically, I wait,” Zephyr said.

After letting that hang for a few seconds, Zephyr unceremoniously ambled over to the staircase and started to climb.

“And where in Equestria are you going?” Rainbow snapped.

“To bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow,” Zephyr shot them a smile. Rainbow couldn't tell if it was smug or genuine. “I hope the rest is therapeutic,”

“But... We're not tir-” Mrs Shy started, then abruptly slumped over sideways and landed in her husband's lap, fast asleep and snoring tiny snoring squeaks. Just as instantly, everyone else at the table keeled over into someone else's embrace, except for Dash, who settled into her chair. Her last thought was a curse for Zephyr, and a curse for Zecora too for good measure. What had she been thinking?!

***

Rainbow's eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. Cold sweat tickled her spine. The Shy house in nearly complete darkness. Only the tiniest hint of orange lamplight from outside made it through the shutters. It was enough to make out her friend and families, still lying in various heaps. Rainbow hopped up to check on them. They were all breathing and appeared to be comfortable.

“Shy? You ok?” Rainbow asked softly, poking her friend in the side. There was no response. Rainbow clicked her fingers an inch away from Shy's ear. Again, there was nothing.

Rainbow's gaze shifted to the staircase. Anger flushed away the cold feeling in her face, and she started stalking towards it. Zephyr was a dead stallion. Her knuckles clenched so hard they popped.

Then, something flickered out of the corner of Dash's eyes, and she froze mid-stride. She turned, and her own face turned to look back at her. Only a mirror. The reflection had simply startled her. She was about to turn away, when her head refused to move. Something was pulling at her. Her eyes didn't want to leave her reflection for some reason. Dash took a few steps closer and gasped. All her anger towards Zephyr nearly buckled under what she saw.

Rainbow didn't understand why, but all of a sudden she looked... Good. Incredibly good. Like, she hadn't physically changed at all, but Dash couldn't ignore the mounting thrill in her guts as she continued to stare. Her wide eyes, her soft lips, her prominent cheekbones. It was like all her eyes could comprehend was how awesome she looked. She could almost drown in it. Overwhelmed, she bit her lip. Instead of looking awkward, she thought even that looked absolutely adorable. Her mane held just the slightest hint of frazzle from her nap, and a lock of red threatened to cover her eyes. The collarbones at the bottom of her long, slender neck stood out every time she breathed, and she felt them beg for attention. She absently raised her hand to feel them. Her calloused fingers barely brushed herself, when a feeling like an electric shock almost made her squeal, causing her to grip the collar of her shirt. The muscles in her arm flexed when she clenched down, and she whispered a moan as she watched the firm, wiry shapes bulge enticingly against the silky softness of her coat. The cold sweat from before dripped almost scorchingly warm now. The moisture bled deeply into her shirt, and brought the faintest outline of her chest into relief; two tiny, and yet also perfectly sized, mounds. The fabric started clinging to her hips as well, their slight flare just barely too wide and girly to belong on most boys.

Rainbow breathed, it sounded ragged and deep, and used her other hand to lift the shirt over her belly. Her abs looked even more solid than she remembered, puffing out from her otherwise flat gut. She ran a finger over them, drawn to the contours and crevices between them. They tingled with heightened sensitivity. She felt like a fucking beast. Two sets of warmth kindled in her body. The familiar one blazed needily between her legs. The other...

It was in her stomach, she noted. An unnatural warmth that travelled up past her chest and caressed her brain. The thoughts of how wonderful she was came from that heat. Dash recoiled from her image. Other thoughts were there too, nagging innocently behind the lust she felt for herself. A strong affection for Fluttershy and her parents seeped through. Thick familial love that pulsed steady and strong.

‘This is how Zephyr feels.’ Rainbow realized. The potion worked... ‘Dammit!’ She looked back at herself. She looked so fuckable and strong. This was how Zephyr looked at her? Rainbow wanted to feel disgusted... But, her hand hovered over the waist of her jogging bottoms, waiting for the go ahead from her brain to dive in. She wanted to. So badly.

Before she gave in, Rainbow couldn't help but wonder how the others would handle this, and how long it would last...

Her fingers slipped inside her bottoms, and Dashie hissed.
> A Breeze on the Wind [M/F]
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     Zephyr Breeze stretched in the soft darkness of his room, and grumbled irritably. For the third time, he’d woken to find it was still night time. It was maddening, like he was waiting for Hearthswarming or something. There was that same impatient sense of anticipation that made chests tighten and limbs fidget, that he normally only felt when anticipating a gift of some kind. This time, he had given the gift, and the ridiculous thought that it might go unappreciated was making him slightly anxious.

     Zephyr settled deeper into his quilt. He wanted to see everyone’s reactions to his potion, Zecora’s potion, so badly. Had it worked? Would they like it? Did his love shine as brightly as he thought it did? Had he forgotten anything?

     That last question gave Zephyr pause. Had he… forgotten anything? Why was he thinking that? He’d followed Zecora’s instructions to the letter, he was sure. In a few hours they’d all wake, and a little thing of heat the potion had placed inside their stomachs would send whatever emotions he was feeling up into their heads. He loved his family, so they would feel his love. Was there anything else? That was just the problem; Zephyr was sure there was something else, but he couldn’t place it. The stallion tossed and turned for minutes, needlessly fretting, before he started settling down into a nice comfy sleep…

     He almost didn’t hear the soft little knock at his door. He would’ve dismissed it as a trick of his ears, but then the knob began to turn, which caused him to perk up.

     The door opened slowly, making absolutely no sound - his parents found squeaky doors intolerably scary, so they always kept the house impeccably well maintained - and the shadowy figure of a head popped in. Zephyr couldn’t make out any features in the darkness, and he was too nervous to move. The figure stepped fully into the room, and started fumbling around, Zephyr assumed, for a light of some kind.

     “Who-who’s there?” Zephyr stammered, finding his voice.

     The figure stopped and turned towards the bed. Zephyr knew his eyes were bulging like he was a startled deer. Cursed be the timid blood in his veins!

     “Zephyr?” whispered a voice he didn’t recognize. He reached over and tapped the firebug lantern he kept at his bedside. The critters inside were stirred to life and filled the room with a soft glow.

     It was Dash’s mom?

     Zephyr didn’t really know anything about Dash’s family, but now that he was properly looking at one, her mother was… fine. The non-accentuated version of the word fine, to be precise. The definition of fine that meant merely ‘adequate’, ‘passable’, or ‘middle of the road’. It was almost underwhelming after looking at her daughter, a sculpted beauty forged of rainbows, taut muscles and reasonable proportions, to a mare who’s kindly face still couldn’t hide her age. The base for Dashie was definitely there. Their faces were shaped similarly, particularly her wide, inviting eyes, and their coats were a near identical shade of cyan. However, the critic in Zephyr couldn’t help but see the slight fat filling out her freckled cheeks, or the slight bags under her eyes, or  the closely cropped, dull orange mane.

     A blush came over her face, and she withered under Zephyr’s appraising gaze. “Oh gee. Dashie really is special to you, isn’t she?” she finished with a sigh.

     “Excuse me?” Zephyr asked.

     “I just felt how you thought of me, compared to her. The difference is incredible,” Windy looked back, and a massive grin split her face. “And amazing!”

Zephyr sat up straighter in bed. His belly felt like it had wings. “The potion worked?!”

     “You bet it did, buster,” Dash’s mom said proudly. She raced over and plopped herself down on Zephyr’s bed hard enough to send the springs a squeaking. “I got up just a few minutes ago,” she paused and started rubbing her tummy in circles, giggling.

     “And everypony… they’re okay, right?”

     “Dashie and I are the only ones awake, but we seem to be fine,” Dash’s mom tilted her neck and Zephyr heard an uncomfortable sounding ‘pop’. “Though I wish you’d told us about that part. Hubby’s lap isn’t the best place for a nap.”

     Zephyr let out a sigh of relief, before allowing a grin to spread across his face. “Heh. Sorry. I just wanted to make it a little more dramatic for y’all. Where’s Dash?”

     “She went to get something from her bags. But seeing her was when I noticed I had all these new thoughts inside me now. You’re a mommy’s boy at heart, Zephyr but, oooh, that’s not all I noticed,” she looked deep into Zephyr’s eyes as her own were positively glowing. “I’d never looked at my daughter like that before. You wanna take my baby girl in all the naughtiest ways, don’t you?”

     Now, It was Zephyr’s turn to blush. His previous worries echoed through his head with a vengeance. Have I forgotten anything? he’d wondered. Of course he had! He hadn’t even considered that Dash would have affected anything. “I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Dash Mom.”

     “Windy Whistles,” she smiled, and continued in the brightest voice he’d ever heard. “I mean, you wanna hold my Dashie down and rut her deep in her perky rump until your balls are empty and all you can pant is each other’s names, right?”

     Zephyr felt a stirring in his loins, but confusion everywhere else. “And you’re not… mad about any of that?”

     “Why would I be mad that any stallion adores my Dashie as much as I do?” Windy said, a bit softer.

     “I don’t pretend to know much about parenting,” Or anything, Zephyr finished in his head. “But I don’t think most parents would want somepony, even if they’re as dashing as moi, thinking about their daughter in that way. The fact that I’m even the one saying this feels a bit weird actually,”

     Windy giggled; It was a bubbly sound. “Zephyr Breeze, you’re being a silly. I don’t know anything about potions, but I can feel you, remember? I can feel that you’d never hurt her. Never make her cry. Never force her. All I feel is your need, and the messy, gooey way any warm blooded stallion’s mind wanders. I’d expect my Dashie to inspire no less. It just so happens you want to shove her face in a pillow and be milked by her pussy.”

     The words sent a shiver through his body. Milked? The thought of being crushed down by the muscles in Rainbow’s thighs and forced to surrender his load flashed through his mind for a second.

     Windy shifted up the bed. Just an inch. “That’s why I came up. To say thank you,”

     “T-to say… what now?” Zephyr confusedly tilted his head.

     “Thank you,” she said again, voice slightly lower.

     Zephyr’s heart started to quicken. “Listen, don’t go imagining that I’m being unappreciative here, because I’m not, but I did kinda just wake up. I don’t think I’m all there quite yet. You know, mentally? Dash’s mom is in my bedroom. I happen to sleep nude, and I’m a little nervous right now. Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow with the others? When I’m more properly awake, you know?”

     Windy mulled it over, but eventually smiled warmly and rose. “Sure thing,” She adjusted the hem of her jeans and her wrinkled orange jumper. She looked at him for an extra second, there was something slightly sad in her eyes, then she started heading for the door. Zephyr watched her leave, then immediately rolled towards the far wall, his thoughts racing.

     Something definitely went wrong. A weak voice in his head squeaked. The voice made him sound closer to his sister or parents. High, soft, and timid.

     Just relax, brah. A louder, harsher voice replied. The voice was smooth as silk… if the silk was being dragged over gravel, and then doused in affected, brittle confidence. You did everything Zecora said.

      B-but Flutters said Zecora was tired. Maybe she messed up the potion. And then we gave it to-

      Then it’s the Rhyme’s crime. Not ours.

      Shut up… you know it’s our fault. A voice that sounded more like his own cut in. And now everypony knows exactly how we feel about Rainbows.

      It’s not like we were subtle about that… The timid voice muttered.

      But now they’re all eye fucking her along with me! That thought led right into another. What was going on in Dash’s mind right now?! What had she gone to get? Why had he been such a idiot?

     If you’re so shook up, rasped the harsh voice. Then, pray tell, why is your cock so hard right now?

     Zephyr cringed into his blanket. It was awful because It was true. Down past his slim waist, the needy ache of his cock cried to him. His hips shifted, almost by themselves, to cause even the tiniest bit of friction between his swollen glans and the cool sheets. To create that feeling of pleasure that pumped sweetly like honey through his member. Zephyr reached out with a shaking hand and gripped himself. Inadequacy spiked as he remembered he was only 8 inches long, tiny for a full grown stallion, but his fantasies soon drowned that out.

     Zephyr would lay on his bed, his arms held at his sides by rope, and Rainbow’s ass would smash mercilessly into his waist. Her cunt swallowing his pathetic cock over and over like it was nothing to her, stopping only to drink whatever milk she could wring out of his girth and into her womb, then she’d resume, knowing her juicy snatch was enough to keep him hard and ready as she fucked him into the ground. She didn’t moan, or twitch. She wouldn’t even face him. He would just be a cock to be fucked, and he wouldn’t begrudge her for it.

     That’s where Windy had been wrong. He may adore Dash, but he didn’t think in his wildest dreams that he could rut her. Maybe if he could service her, bring her to the heights of pleasure he could only dream of, she would one day forgive him for being such a colossal idiot, not to mention a titanic tool.

     “You’re way too harsh on yourself, Breezy.” whispered Windy from behind.

     Zephyr didn’t scream, but he completely seized up, stiff like the cock he kept clenched between his fingers. A weight settled down on his bed, right next to his chest.

     “You don’t have to stop...” she said. “What were you thinking about?”

     “I-is it your business?” Zephyr stammered.

     “I guess not but…” Windy made an odd little breathy noise. It was cute. “It feels really nice though,”

     Zephyr rolled to see Windy. She looked really really warm. Her once faint blush covered almost all of her face.He figured it out. His horniness was affecting her. Celestia, what could he do? He noticed she had a hand on her chest, her fingers curved ever so slightly inwards, sinking into the breast beneath her jumper. Windy noticed him staring. Her other arm fidgeted.

     “Do you… wanna see?” she offered. Her excitable voice sounded unsure for the first time.

     Zephyr’s whole body started to tremble. “N-no. Heh… I’m good,”

     “You’re sure?” Windy paused. Her face raced with a bunch of different emotions. Shame swam in her eyes, almost swallowed several times by a glazed over lust, and her cheeks curved her mouth into a small smile. Not a smoldering sex fueled smirk, but a smile of quiet support. When her mouth opened, she had to try a few times before the words came out right. “These are the teats Dashie drank from to grow up big and strong,” she said softly, and waited.

     Zephyr’s cock swelled against his palm. The medial ring engorged and part of it slid between two his fingers.  Windy gasped in perfect unison, as if she’d felt the flesh of his cock herself. Zephyr swallowed. Maybe she had? In a way. He ran his fingers up his length a single time, and was rewarded with the sight of Windy’s fabric coated thighs pressing even tighter together.

     He opened his mouth to insist that he was ok, but the words never made it. He just watched,  helplessly intrigued.

     He wasn’t sure whether it was his look or his emotions that tipped her off, but Windy took Zephyr’s silence as a go ahead. She tugged the cuddly looking jumper over her head. Zephyr partly noticed the small reserve of pudge starting to fill out her gut, and a couple of heavily faded stretch marks,but that was immediately forgotten when his eyes locked onto the twin peaks of her mammaries.

     Much of her chest still lay inside the generous cups of her plain white bra. Nestled comfortably like something tender and precious. Something that needed to be handled with care. The thick line of her cleavage was plain for any to see though, even with Windy’s fur starting to mat from sweat, it called out for any with eyes to stare at them. Stare Zephyr did.

     Windy reached behind her back and grasped at what Zephyr guessed were her straps. With a snap, the bra loosened around her babies, and when it finally fell away, he was greeted with an unfettered look at the tits of Rainbow’s mommy.

     Without her bra squishing them closer together, Zeph was mildly sad to see her cleavage fade slightly. But it was only slight, and each of her round, heavy looking breasts still naturally pressed against each other. Dark, puffy looking nipples, twice as big and thrice as thick as his own, regarded him from the summit of both mounds. Zephyr stared almost mindlessly. Windy’s chest rose and fell, making her boobs sway just slightly. Windy murmured. It was only then Zephyr noticed how close he’d gotten, and he exhaled a breath he’d been holding directly onto Windy’s chest. Windy started to squirm. Then her hands gripped the sheets. Each massive nipple, at first, grew goose bumpy around the edges, then their centres stiffened and grew outwards. He imagined it was her body reaching for his lips. So, Dashie had drunk from these babies as a baby… Zephyr had never really seen breasts before. Only those he’d snuck a glance at in pictures. He’d just sort of assumed that most were these big, doughy blobs compared to Dash’s perfectly perky and efficient pair. Big enough to be feminine, but small enough not to hinder her. He wasn’t exactly wrong, looking at Windy, and yet… the way they’d rippled when her bra had been pried off. The slight wobble every time she breathed deeply. Their size and hardness of her nipples. He… liked it. He really really liked it.

     He heard Windy gasp. Her hand gripped the back of his head with sudden urgency, and forced his muzzle to sink into one of her tits. He instinctively wrapped his lips around the nipple being offered and started to suckle. At first he knew he was being tentative, but as he let his body do as it wanted, he felt his tongue eagerly grinding against her teat in no time. There wasn’t much to taste, but the action of doing it was calming, almost meditative, and deeply nostalgic, tickling memories from when he was a little child. No milk rose to coat his tongue this time, but he got to drink in Windy’s stunned cooing instead. Her body wriggled in place, no doubt trying to get used to the feeling an unknown boy nursing her. Her hand ran affectionately through his mane...

     “Oh Celestia!” she squealed, which made Zephyr cast his eyes up. Windy wore a great big toothy grin.  “It’s never this nice when hubby does it. You’re unbelievable!” That fresh note of pride made his tongue lash at her fat nipple like it was the tastiest lolly in the world. Very quickly, Windy’s smile upgraded to an open mouthed pant.

     Beneath the sheets, Zephyr’s hand moved to resume jerking off. It’s not like he had anything else to lose, and he was growing so hard it almost hurt. On his way, he met another hand, one that took his own and placed it to the side. He looked up at Windy. He didn’t have to imagine how much desperate lust she would be able to see in his eyes. It was probably a near mirror image of what was shining in Windy’s own. She just smiled that supportive smile, and a hand so soft he could hardly keep from biting down closed around his cock.

     A single deep stroke that caressed him from base to tip revealed his length to her. His eyes lowered sadly. Her fingers only gripped him tighter.. “You have nothing to feel inadequate about, Zephy. You could easily make Dashie act like a bitch in heat with this bad boy.”

     Hope, warm like the sun, brightened Zephyr’s heart, and his lips reluctantly left Windy’s breast. “You’re just saying that,”

     Windy shot him a mock scowl, and pulled his blanket off. Finally freed, his masculine scent hit both their noises with full force. Zephyr cringed, he hated his strong musk. Windy’s eyes widened appreciatively. She bounced down the bed, her belly and chest rippling merrily every hop of the way, and plopped herself between his legs. “Windy only whistles the truth, hun. The man makes the cock, and I can feel first hand that you are an excellent man,” Windy started to pump his cock up and down in earnest. Zephyr tried to argue, but he only heard a groan leave his throat. Windy giggled. “Hubby loves my handjobs. So you just lie there and listen.”

     Zephyr nodded meekly and spent a few seconds humping into Windy’s palm. It was hard to comprehend anything else.

     “That’s it,” she said soothingly. Her ministrations eased up slightly, enough to return his thoughts to him, but still continued insistently, clearly telling him that she could quicken the pace again at any time. “I came up to thank you for seeing so much in our baby, but there’s something else. Our family believes that everypony should get to be happy and confident. Lately, Dashie’s told us that, maybe, it’s a thing we go a teensy bit overboard with. We’re… slightly annoying,”

     Zephyr raised his eyebrow. This adorable mare? Annoying?

     “I’m really trying to be better, but it’s so hard.” Windy continued. Her tongue tripped ever so slightly over the word ‘hard’, and Zephyr felt her fingers knead his length almost absently. “Especially when I see somepony who doesn’t believe in themselves. Somepony… like you,”

     Zephyr tried to laugh. “I believe in myself plenty, Dash mom,”

     Windy just pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then why don’t I feel it?”

     Zephyr’s breath hitched. Zecora's potion had really been something else. A near total stranger had read him effortlessly like an open book. Not even one of those wordy smart people books. An open book for elementary school students!

     Windy looked at him, and something else arose in his mind. A pain, one he logically knew existed only in his head, cut through his chest, a distressing contrast with the euphoria rising in his cock. Despite feeling so ridiculously horny - if his own twitching hips were any indication - Windy Whistles could also feel his insecurities, his fears, his longing for the clouds to open up and swallow him. Those fears were surely her fears now. As surely as his lust was making her body hunger for a good hard fuck.

     Zephyr couldn’t believe how much of a mistake the potion had been. He hadn’t meant to taint anypony else with his bullshit. He had to get out and fix this. Maybe Zecora could…why did his cock suddenly feel so warm?

     His looked down just in time to see his member vanish into Windy’s mouth with a loud slurp.

     “Fuck!” Zephyr arched his back and screamed, slamming his head into the pillow. Windy’s eyes sparkled with a playfully mocking glint. One that sent a clear message: ‘You brought this on yourself.’ She let her eyes drift shut, and her focus turned to languidly bobbing into his lap.

     Zephyr tried to keep his thoughts in order, but it was hopeless. His senses each took a turn at screaming every step of Windy’s way along his cock. The feeling of her strong tongue tasting his flared cockhead, lathering every inch she could touch with warm, sticky saliva, her lips slowly running over his flesh, the sight of his own cock glistening wetly in the lamplight, and the sound of Windy’s little suckling noises when she bobbed down and her cheeks bulged with his meat again. His poor little virgin mind wasn’t primed for anything Windy was doing. He yelped again when his balls surrendered a few globs of musky pre. Windy’s tongue stopped to trace the slit of his cock, savouring the taste like she’d been waiting for it, before Windy greedily gulped it down.

     He felt more than he heard Windy moaning around his cock. His entire body shivered at the delicious vibration. He saw her body lurch forward, leaving her thick rear stuck in the air, and  her face cramming every inch of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Zephyr brightened. He was actually big enough to breach a girl’s throat? He’d always feared he would be too small for that.

     Windy opened one eye. The grin in her gaze was plain to see, even with her mouth preoccupied. Her lips clung to the absolute base of his pole, while her throat started to rhythmically squeeze and constrict around the throbbing inches that had become lodged past the end of her mouth. Zephyr could feel the tight seal caressing his flared head, until more pre was pumped directly from his balls and into her belly.  He heard thick, messy, guttural sounds, like controlled gags, bubbling from her throat.

     On top of Zephyr’s mountainous throne of pleasure, a single musing managed to survive the rout Windy’s mouth was causing to his brain.

     Dash. Windy. At this rate… Zeph loved this fucking family.

     Familiar pressure started brewing inside his cock before long. Zephyr rolled his hips and lifted them off the bed. Just to force feed Windy that little bit more before he came. She didn’t seem to care. Her other eye opened and stared at him proudly. Without stopping, one of her hands trailed down her body, sketching around the curve of her tits, over her belly, and grasped the waist of her jeans. She slid them down, and her rounded rump cheeks popped up into the air. They looked so much bigger with nothing covering them, but her hand continued on and buried into her cunt, no less than three fingers being lost to her folds. Instantly, Windy’s face clouded over, no doubt overwhelmed by the sensations wracking her loins. She still stared into his eyes. Her gaze had grown desperate, but the haze of lust couldn’t dampen her sweetness. She still looked at him like he was the best person she’d ever met.

     Was he? Was he really a good boy? Could he be a good boy if he busted a nut inside Dash’s mom? It was so hard to judge himself when a mare like Windy was staring at him so proudly. When her throat hugged his cock and cheered it on towards explosion. Yes. He was a good boy. A good boy who felt good and was about to feed this sexy mommy a good, creamy load.

     The sudden squeal Windy loosed around his cock was almost enough to tip him over the edge.

     Then, Windy pried herself from his cock and lunged forward. Her weight crushed him down into the mattress. Her heavy tits squished against his chest, and her rock hard nipples ground pleasantly into Zephyr’s own.

     “Oh wow, sweetie,” Windy growled hungrily. “I can feel you starting to love yourself! It's so good in my tummy! I don’t really know what’s happening, but It’s like it’s making you more and more sexy to look at. I can’t stop staring! I can't stop-!” She cut off with a breathy squeak. She took her still slick fingers from her pussy and rubbed the fluids into her stomach. The feminine smell made Zephyr throb. “I love it, Zephy! I love what Zecora's made! ”

     Zephyr hadn’t even processed her words, when Windy gripped the young stallion in her soft, fluffy arms, and smacked their lips together. A kiss both wet and fierce, Windy's tongue wrestled his as it forced its way between his teeth. He could taste his own musky pre inside her mouth. It tasted good, and he kissed back just as hard as Windy did, much to her fevered, groaning delight. His cock burned from being denied release, but he’d felt Windy’s ass cozying up to his member as she straddled him, and his hips started to thrust up deeply into her cheeks. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough to bring him back to the edge. She smiled her supportive smile again, only now her eyes were half lidded, and the sweetness was openly mixed with her lust, twisting a sincere expression into something sexy and perverse. She slid back slightly, capturing his cock between her pudgy buns. She no longer needed to hold back, he realized. He was good enough now to cut loose with. He felt his ego swell.

     “Hubby needs to see how you look now,” she said. She touched their noses together and panted. “I bet he’d love this. He could make us both scream like filthy sluts.”

     Zephyr had no idea what she was talking about, but he knew he wanted it, whatever it was. All doubts that anything could feel less than perfect were long extinguished from his mind.

     This potion was the best idea ever! He thought, as pre squirted between Windy’s soft, jiggly cheeks.
> Dashie and Dads (M/M, Incest, M/F)
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     “Wonderbolt outfits are the fucking sex,” Rainbow whispered to herself as she slowly spread her legs in front of the full length dress mirror.

     She’d always appreciated the way her lycra uniform clung to every inch of her body. The Wonderbolts were cool, and what better thing to be embraced by in every way than the symbol, the essence, of that coolness? She stared at the puffy mound of her pussy, its every line clearly drawn by the pressure of the fabric, and the fresh moisture dripping out of her that it was drinking up. Her inner thighs tingled and twitched, wanting to hide her vulnerable flower behind their thick muscle. Dash forced them to stay apart, which brought forth new trickles of arousal to stain her suit.  ‘Embraced’ was really the key word for her current feelings. If her outfit usually felt like the tight hug of an awesome friend, then currently it was more like the teasing caress of a fuckbuddy, who knew exactly where to touch to make her pussy all warm and juicy. Fabric tickled the hood of her clit, pinched her nipples, and hugged her ass as it flexed hotly.

     She wanted to resent how needy she was feeling. Resent the blistering emptiness that ached for a filling of some kind to stretch her walls. Resent the loathsome tint fastened across her eyes that twisted her humble self image into lustful obsession. But feelings not her own pulsed from the unnatural gurgle in her gut. Tendrils of Zecora’s magic  incessantly coiled around her brain and tickled her lobes. They told her she was feeling good..

     Each magical tentacle spewed a thick, gripping heat across her brain, a heat meaty enough to boil her mind alive. A part of her clung desperately to normal thoughts, like how Fluttershy was feeling that morning, or when Spitfire had announced more bolts practice would be taking place, but each moment melted as she tried to keep a grip on them. They were soft to the touch. Quick to lose their shape and slough through her fingers like goo under the heat of the hormonal miasma. All of it slopped into a puddle smelling only of liquid sex. She could almost feel it bubbling between her fingers. She looked down, and found her fingers were absently petting her cunt. She tried to stop them, but her powerful thighs closed around them like she was a fucking venus fly trap and forced her hand deeper into her folds. Her hips pushed forward for more.

     The induced horniness had been infecting her head for ages. Stupid Zephyr! Stupid colts always thinking with dicks.

     Their big… meaty… tasty dicks, Rainbow thought, assaulted by mental images that definitely weren’t hers. Her fingers could only sink so far into her hot box before her uniform pulled  taught and said ‘nope’ to her trembling fingers. Rainbow’s breath shuddered and she relocated her fingers to her clit. The sweet friction against her nub was addicting.

     A tendril of Zecora’s magic started to stir, something Rainbow was all too acutely aware of. She flinched as she sensed its approach to the edges of her brain, but nothing could stop it. She flinched again when it teased the membrane surrounding her thoughts. The invisible barrier that separated her private beliefs from the world, unless they traveled out to it via her mouth. With slimy ease, the force pierced her head and hilted itself deep inside her mind. With it’s wet, slithering texture, it should’ve felt cold, but a comforting heat ebbed off of the magic, soothing Dashie’s head while it was penetrated deeper and deeper. Dashie cooed nervously.

The magic bobbed around, searching for something. A thought, an idea, a want. Something it could unload into with something of Zephyr’s.

     As if responding to her thought, the magic found what it was aiming for. It burrowed deeper until it sided right up to Rainbow’s mental image of Zephyr Breeze. That he was a pathetic, often creepy, and charmlessly homely deadbeet. One nonetheless with a good heart even if he still had a long way to go before he became a functioning member of society. Zecora’s magic started to undulate, and something thick squeezed into her brain. It rippled all the way along the magic’s length, flexing against her penetrated walls, and squirted onto the image in sticky globs. With each shot, the image in her mind’s eye blurred, and refocused into something else. She’d first tried to resist when this happened, but by now it was clear; her brain was merely a canvas to be used as the magic willed. What she wanted was for it to decide. A drop of drool escaped Dash’s smiling mouth. At first, the process had just felt detachedly pleasant. This time, with her hand dancing atop her clit and her mind swimming in arousal, it felt perverted and wonderful. Her mind was being fucked, and she spread herself brain cunt wide to accept it.


     Squirt. Zephyr looked slightly different now that Dash looked closer. Maybe Zeph wasn’t that bad looking. If he shaved the five o’clock shadow and did something about his mane...

     Squirt. Actually… the five o’clock shadow looked kinda rugged and manly. His whole body kinda had this pleasant softness to it that she’d never noticed before. He wouldn’t be the worst person to cuddle. If only he wasn’t so desperate.

     Squirt. Desperate? No... he was a fucking man. How had she missed the way confidence practically dripped off of him? That he’d chosen to give his affections to her was an honour. She wanted it. She wanted him to tell her he loved her. Over and over. SHe wanted to be close to him. To protect him with her strength and feel the warmth of his gentle arms.

     Squirt. Squirt. She wanted to tear his pants off and bury his cock inside her! Right now! She wanted him to mate her until her body broke, and feel his gooey load swimming inside her every night.

     Dashie’s head thumped the floor. She could see the ceiling.Her entire body had spread eagled itself against the ground and her hand felt like a blur, assaulting her poor little pleasure button even without her thighs to hold it in place. She couldn’t believe her own thoughts. She… wanted Zephyr. She wanted him to be inside her. Why did he suddenly look so good? She didn’t want to imagine what she’d do if he walked in on her like this. Her hips started trembling. Her rump left the ground. Spittle flaked her cheeks. She was close. So close.

     The bedroom door slammed open and two figures staggered into the room. Rainbow rolled sideways and sank behind the bed, fear and shame overriding her arousal for a brief moment. Her eyes widened when she saw who had interrupted her.

“You can feel it too, right?” smirked the larger of the two. “You must be proud,”

     Rainbow watched as her daddy pulled the person in front of him into a playful bearhug. He ran one of his large, calloused hands over their stomach, and Mr Shy gasped timidly.

     “Is ‘proud’ really the right word?” Mr Shy sighed. Rainbow’s eyes upgraded to full on saucers as she watched the middle aged pegasus reach out with a trembling hand and grasp her dad’s, pushing it a little bit more into the pudge of his stomach. Just below, Dash thought she saw a bulge tenting his trousers. “When I want to… you know…”

     “Fuck your son?” Bow offered, nodding.

     “Don’t just say it.” Mr Shy squeaked.

     Bow chuckled warmly. “But who wouldn’t want to fuck him, right?”

     “They’d be liars,” Shy whispered absently. His eyes looked very far away. “Bow…” he leant his head back and actually nuzzled into Rainbow’s father. “I c-can’t take this,”

     Bow leaned in closer, smiling wide. His mouth opened and he closed his teeth around the tip of Mr Shy’s perfectly curled pink moustache. He tugged once.

     Blood rushed to Mr Shy’s face. His knees buckled and he sank in Bow’s arms with a mewling sound. Dash’s dad kept him upright through brute force, and continued suckling the soft, almost cotton candy facial hair. He made the shorter stallion look surprisingly light.

     “Still so sensitive,” Bow said earnestly. “Your wife must love you,”

     Mr Shy didn’t answer. He bit his lips to keep his voice restricted to high pitched grunts.

     Bow Hot Hoof lowered his hand to the hem of Shy’s trousers. There could be no mistake, Fluttershy’s dad was packing something rock hard down there. Dash shivered as her fingers found her warm clit again.

     “I know we did this for a bit in college,” Bow said in a low voice. “But can I? We are married now…”

     Again, Mr Shy didn’t say anything. His eyes stared ahead, but his hand, so soft and small next to Bow’s, reached out and pushed the larger stallion’s down, closer towards his cock. Bow smiled, relieved, and started to grind his palm into Mr Shy’s trousers.

     “Hehe, I always loved how fat this guy is,” Bow grinned, squeezing his crotch thoughtfully. “Hmmm. Who do you reckon would scream more taking it: The missus, or Zephyr?”

     Mr Shy’s eyes scrunched closed and he whimpered. “You’re such a meanie, Hoofhead.”

     “Why don’t you sit down and show him to me,” Bow whispered.

     Gently, like Mr Shy was made out of glass, he was placed down on the edge of the bed. His back was facing Rainbow, so she couldn’t see what was going on. Bow lowered to his knees and out of Dash’s eyesight. Metal clinked. The sound of a zipper descending in shaky, unsteady spurts, and Bow sighed happily.

     Dashie threw up a gloved hand to keep from gasping at the following sound. She heard her dad’s voice start to moan… and it sounded like his mouth was full. Mr Shy added pants of his own immediately after. High and breathy compared to her daddy’s deep groans. She heard more sounds. Smacks and slurps, like something wet sliding along juicy meat. Dash hated that her fingers started to move faster. Her other hand tweaked her nipple. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. That was the only reason…

     Bow’s hands also didn’t remain idle either. One of them reached around and seized a massive handful of Mr Shy’s butt. He used it to drag Mr Shy’s hips forward, and the recieving pegasus squeaked. Rainbow marveled at how deep his fingers sunk into it. Mr Shy had no small amount of chub across his body. He was soft… like Zephyr.

     “Bowie…” he breathed. “How can you still do this so well? “

     There was a loud slurp followed by a wet pop, and Bow Hot Hoof’s rich laughter filled Dashie’s ears. His fingers continued to grope Shy’s butt. “Trade secret, friend.”

     Bow made a greedy sound. Something like a “nom” and Mr Shy squealed at the top of his voice. Even so, Dash doubted the tiny sound would’ve made it down the stairs. Mr Shy’s hands moved to his lap. If Dashie were to guess, they were currently tangled in her daddy’s hair...

     Curiosity blazed inside Rainbow’s brain. Some sane part of her wanted to stay away from whatever lewd stuff her dad was doing, but that part was shriveling up smaller and smaller, like each rub along her clit was eroding what remained of her decency bit by bit. She tried moving around, but she couldn’t find a good angle to see what was going on. She found herself pouting. She wanted to see!

     Carefully, Dash lowered herself, making sure not to let her uniform squeak any louder than Mr Shy was already, until she lay flat on her belly. The carpet was soft, and her hips absently rose up and down into it. An aching pleasure traveled through her pussy.

     Dash shook herself out of it and looked under the bed. The Shy’s clearly didn’t keep much underneath their bed, and she saw a clear path to the other side. Where her dad would be kneeling. Rainbow gnawed at her lip, then started crawling under the bed. There was plenty of room to move, the air only slightly dusty, but she was slow, she needed to ensure her rear didn’t bump off the mattress above. Her uniform ground away insistently. Her nipples had never felt so hard. It was so good.

     Above, she heard rustling. The bed springs squeaked and the mattress sagged noticeably all around her. Dash froze. She was so close to the other side. Mr Shy still mewled, though he was greatly muffled by the mattress. She thought he sounded entranced. Content. Chancing the final  few inches, Dash poked her muzzle, then her head, out from under the bed.

     Her daddy’s cock was there to greet her.

     Sliding through the grip of one large hand, Bow’s member was… big. Easily the biggest cock Rainbow had ever seen, outshining even Soarin’s. The bulging mammoth of dark, equine meat barely fit between his sizable fingers. Long, thick and streaked with tasty looking veins, Rainbow couldn’t tear her eyes away, even when her hips started to fuck the carpet again. She didn’t stop them. Smooth balls, sloshing about with unspent cum, dangled heavily below

     Then there was the smell. A heady and virile scent crashed against her boiling brain, and Dash’s mouth opened wide, not caring about the drool dripping to the floor beneath. She inhaled deep, and it was like the aroma carried a heat that swam from her  snuffling snout down to the tips of her toes and back up into the pulsing bulge of her clit. Hunger growled within her.

     Every time the cock retreated into his palm, Dashie found her body leaning out further and further into the open. Every time the cock slid back forwards she had inched closer and closer to it. The inviting wideness of its flared head slowly consumed her entire vision, until she swore it was all she could see.

     A voice in her head, about as weak as Mr Shy’s voice now, whispered that she was staring at her dad. That this was wrong.

     I-I’m not gonna suck it or nothing! She thought back at the voice. That would be g-gross. I just wanna… look at it. A line of saliva trickled into a small puddle on the ground.

     Bow’s moans suddenly became harsher, and she watched his knees begin to wobble. He stumbled, lurching forward a few inches. More than enough to leave his cock draped like a meaty blanket across Rainbow’s unsuspecting face. Bow froze immediately.

     For the first time, Rainbow chanced a look up. She shuddered.

     Her dad did indeed have his face stuffed with Mr Shy’s cock. Its bulging outline filled his throat and tented the unshaved fuzz around his throat, and Mr Shy had a hand lazily wrapped around one of Bow’s rainbow locks. Bow’s eyes opened and looked down, wide and confused, right into Dash’s own. Dash tried to chuckle, but her throat was suddenly dry. She also couldn’t move.

     Bow started to withdraw, making wet gurgling sounds while the inches reluctantly left him. Shy gasped appreciatively. Dash was too distracted by the cock on her face and her dad’s eyes to pay much attention to it, but it looked like Shy had a sizable member as well. Then again, Rainbow had only seen one or two before tonight. Celestia protect her horny brain if the thing pulsing against her cheek was only “average”.

     With a pop, the cock was gone from Bow’s mouth, and he must’ve been using the delayed detachment to gather his thoughts, because a warm smile spread across his face. A smile that looked only the slightest bit strained. His voice was similar. “Hey there, Dash… w-when did you get here?”

     Mr Shy yelped and his entire body retreated back onto the bed and out of view. “Rainbow’s here?” She heard him whisper, mortified.

     “Uh, yeah. She’s just kinda...” Bow scratched the back of his head. “... nevermind.” He addressed Rainbow. “Do you wanna come out?”

     Rainbow nodded dumbly and let the cock slide off her face. She avoided eye contact with either of them as she wriggled out from under the bed. She wondered if they were looking at her butt, and she felt her cheeks flush. She hopped to her legs. They felt watery, and not just because her arousal had been trickling down them for eons.

     “Wow,” said her dad’s voice. He sounded distracted. “Your boy really wants her, doesn’t he?”

     “Yeah,” she barely heard Mr Shy. “I'm so sorry about this. But that outfit…”

"She's a sexy young woman. Stare away, man. Winners like her enjoy it,"

     Rainbow looked over. Her dad was sitting on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t making much of an effort to cover his cock. It was too big to be contained by his hands anyway, and so he let it stand proudly. He was still rock hard. Behind him, Mr Shy had curled up with a pillow, using it to cover his crotch and most of his face. His giant, guilty eyes peered over the top, looking at every part of Dash that was covered in wonderbolt lycra. Bow Hot Hoof noticed, and let out a good natured laugh.

     “Shy here is a helpless little perv, Dashie.” He winked. “I’m betting all of them are. Especially that Zephyr,”

     Zephyr. Dash clutched her belly. “That jerk’s driving me crazy,” she murmured. The arousal wasn’t abating at all. It still pulsed steadily, dragging her eyes kicking and screaming to constantly steal glances at her own dad’s cock. She still wanted Zephyr’s, but she knew her body would settle for a substitute. Anything to tickle the itch. Or pulverize it into a jibbering mess.

     “He’s doing it to all of us,” Bow closed his eyes and murmured. Dash noticed his cock throb, and a droplet of pre threatened to bead at the tip. “I think we’ll need to have a word with Zecora later. Sort this.”

     Yeah…” Dash said, barely registering what her dad had said. Her eyes were shackled to that droplet of murky fluid.

     “But until then we’re hopeless,”

     Yeah…”

     “Probably until it wears off…”

     “Yeah…”

     “Which could be hours from now…”

     “Yeah…”

     “Hey, slugger?”

     “Yeah…”

     “You look like you need to get off?”

     “Yeah… huh?” Dashie looked up.

     Her dad gripped her in a strong hug and tossed her onto the bed with a load squeak of springs. He loomed on top of her and gripped her wrists. Her arms, which she had spent years of her life streaking with cords of toned muscle, couldn’t muster the strength to stop him from pinning them above her head. Her legs harboured no such weakness, but rather than kicking her lustful father away, they snapped shut around his hips, and she forced his cock down into her cunt. It was so big that he carried on past her pussy, sliding into a deep groove between the firmness of her lycra coated abs. His blood pumped hot against the muscles, like he was violating her abs, and it was like her midsection morphed into a fresh new erogenous zone, awash with unfamiliar nerves all being riddled with pleasure for the first time. She suddenly loathed her outfit. It had become a taunting barrier coming between her body and what it needed. She hissed and wriggled, trying in vain to rid herself of it.

     “Shh shh shh. Calm down,” her dad said soothingly. He pressed in closer, holding her tight. “I know you want it… I do too, but aren’t we forgetting a certain somepony?”

     Rainbow’s heart raced. “Zephyr?” She wondered if his cock would be as big and warm as her dad’s.

     “Noo, I think Windy’s giving him a hand,” Bow wiggled his eyebrows. Rainbow tried not to, but thoughts of her mother being pounded by Zephyr tickled her imagination. She was so jealous. “Heh. Yeah, It’s no wonder the kid’s so worked up. But no, we  got someone else in need right here.” Bow looked to the side.

     Mr Shy was rocking his hips back and forth into his pillow. His eyes were stapled to the scene sprawled out in front of him.

     “Lose the pillow, man!” Bow said kindly. “Let Dashie see.”

     Mr Shy spluttered nervously, but the arousal painted on his face continued to burn and he finally nodded. He swallowed, and let the pillow fall away.

     “Awesome…” Dash said very very softly.

     Her dad had described Mr Shy as ‘fat’, and it really was the perfect word. It wasn’t nearly as long as her father’s (who’s tip she could feel leaking against her belly button), but it had girth. A wonderful, bulging, meaty thickness almost as wide as her  arm, especially with his medial ring bulging around the midpoint, that looked designed for filling tight holes. His balls were bigger and softer than her dad’s. They looked so full and sensitive. Like they’d been denied their purpose for a long time.

     “Come ‘ere,” Bow encouraged, like he was trying to comfort a startled rabbit. Mr Shy silently crawled across the bed. “Now, do you want to fuck Dashie’s throat?”

     Rainbow tensed up. Even moreso when Shy actually nodded.

     “Knew you would. Okay, but here’s the deal. You need to give my Dashie the time of her life too. You got it?” He waited until Shy nodded again. He appeared far too cowed to fire back with even half hearted words of his own. Bow leaned towards him and continued in a theatrical whisper. “You don’t need to worry though. My little girl’s got a bit of a hair trigger,”

     Every speck of her body not covered by her wonderbolt uniform suddenly glowed a bright red. “Daaaaaad” she tried to whine. Bow’s cock fucked her abs and her voice melted into a needy whimper. “I d-do not have a hair trigger!”

     Her dad patted her mane consolingly. His masculine hands gripped her legs, and he easily pried them from around his waist and he hopped off of her lap. The lack of a cock in her possession made Dash tremble, but it was swiftly replaced when Mr Shy hovered over her prone body, his girthy member dangling upside down above her face. Mr Shy couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact, but he shimmied forward until his cock was aimed square at her mouth, bobbing enticingly. His sweet musk cast its hooks deep inside her nose, purging all thoughts of retreat from her head, but blind concern still struck Dashie.  She wondered would he even fit? He was so big. She looked to her daddy unconsciously. She realized she was hoping for some support.

     Bow Hot Hoof looked at her. His eyes shone sympathetically, but he gave her a naughty grin, and he got to his knees next to the both of them. She watched, horny and confused, as his hands darted out playfully. One touched down on her chest, circling the tip of her nipple, the other snaked inside and down the back of Mr Shy’s trousers, pushing them down his legs. My Shy and Dash both quietly gasped at the feelings, but they didn't move. They couldn't.

     “Okay,” Bow said firmly. He looked at Dash. “You, open,” he gripped her nipple through her uniform and twisted. Wonderfully bracing pain shattered like a speartip against her chest and wrenched her mouth open in a wide mouthed scream. Bow looked at Mr Shy. “And you, thrust! He curled his finger and slipped it between Shy’s curvy butcheeks. The digit sank right into his hole. His cheeks clenched around it in surprise, but, like an override button had been pressed, Mr Shy humped forward, right towards Rainbow’s vulnerable lips.

     The head just barely cleared them, cutting off her scream. The rest pushed into her, making a sticky, slippery sound as it snaked past her tongue, trapping it against the floor of her mouth.  Dash's eyes widened for a moment, her heart pounded in fear that her jaw would lock up. The entire sensation was like a desperate fever dream of hot, pulsing meat, just waiting for all of it to sink inevitably into the depths of her unpracticed maw. The sheer mass of the thing clogged her cheeks, but her spittle did all it could to lubricate the cock and aid it on its way down. Her panic faded when she finally comprehended the taste. He was sweaty, but oh Celestia, he was oh so moreish. She felt her throat forced wide open to allow the inches more room to stuff themselves. Her body tried in vain to activate its gag reflex, but there was little it could do against the invading pillar of flesh even if she wanted to. Her throat tried to squeeze around the tasty meat and hold it back for a few moments. Mr Shy made a strangled noise, sounding breathy and pleased, and as if in response his cock throbbed at least half an inch wider in its thickness, a completely involuntary display of dominance, and Dash felt her resistance die immediately. Her throat recoiled its grip like a scolded puppy, and  accepted the inches still to come with wide open arms and moist, gurgling groans. Giving in to the monster in her throat made Dashie tingle inside. It was so good. Her throat was soon completely sealed from the air, and when she tried breathing through her nose, she felt the silky curve of Shy's balls slap against her nostrils. Every gulp of much needed air was laced with the pungent ardor of his stench, that forced fresh heat into the inferno deep inside her cunt.

      She felt him settle  on top of her, slowly humping up and down, her throat being used like a passive sex toy.  He was heavy, but she felt strangely comfortable with him squishing her down into the mat. His entire body was soft thanks to his conservative pudginess. Even the hard cock subsuming her throat had a pleasant, almost pliable give to it that let it rest in her mouth easier, despite its unrelenting thickness. She felt his cheek against her inner thighs. Then his tongue. He had to press hard to be felt through the outfit, but she could feel it kissing and caressing its way down towards her slit. Moving with a slowness that could easily be him teasing but that she bet was just shyness. A shaky kiss didn’t quite reach the edge of her lower lips, and she started panting, which only brought more musk to her nose and made her pant even harder.

     A shadow crossed over her eyes, and she saw her dad looming above her. His hands gripped My Shy’s rear and spread his cheeks apart. He bent down with a smile and gave Shy’s hole a single, long wet lick. Mr Shy stopped in his tracks. The heat of his breath rolled hard over her crotch. The flare lodged deep inside her throat throbbed. Bow knelt behind  his friend and lined his cock with the married man’s rump. He crawled over both of them, and Mr Shy squished between the two Dashes and their harder, hotter frames.

     “Just hang in there, Dash,” she heard her father call. His voice dipped to something dripping with desire. “I’m gonna make this dad remember how much of a buttslut he was.”

     Below him, Mr Shy squeaked into Dash’s cunt. Bow growled a laugh and started to sink, through gritted teeth, into Mr Shy’s ass. The sound was slick, and he slipped inside easily enough, but the pegasus’ whole body shivered, with his cock exploding into a series of panicked throbs and twitches. Rainbow hummed and suckled comfortingly. Not too hard, but a gentle to and fro bobbing to ease Shy into opening up. His trembling limbs calmed down, and his breath sweetened into a timid moan. Bow hilted himself inside Mr Shy with the quiet thwap of their hips touching. He pushed down a bit harder, which forced the pegasi’s cock deeper into Rainbow. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she clenched them shut. No one would see her cry, especially when the fat thing in her throat felt so fucking incredible.

     “That’s a good boy,” Bow said soothingly. “But don’t leave my Dashie out now.”

     Mr Shy made a tiny, comprehending noise, and a wet pair of lips closed around Dashie’s clit.

     Rainbow’s mind popped into whiteness and her legs instantly wrapped around Mr Shy’s head. Her muscles tightened like a coiled spring, a delicious match to the feeling of pressure growing in her crotch. She humped up, forcing his face down into her. The pegasus kept nursing obediently, seemingly taking his own trapped head as little more than encouragement to work harder. His tongue lashed at her button desperately, eager to please. His mouth slurped noisily and drew out the juices soaked into her uniform, gulping down entire mouthfuls of Rainbow’s arousal.

     Bow sighed proudly at Shy’s efforts, and finally started to fuck him at an even pace. Louder thwaps accompanied when their crotches started to hump together. Shy’s pudgy cheeks rippled like warm jelly around Bow’s cock, and his weak voice let out shameful moans that vibrated into Dashie’s clit. Each time Bow withdrew to thrust again, Shy’s hips tried to follow, tried to keep himself filled, pulling him most of the way out of Rainbow’s throat in the process. Being impaled again and again jammed his hips back down to the mat, where the hips of a bitch belonged, repeatedly filling Dashie to gagging point. Rainbow’s noggin was too fried by Shy’s tongue to savour every fat inch, so all her violated throat could do was act as a tight little fuck tunnel. Balls bounced against her nose.

     “Good, you two,” Bow hissed while thrusting. He put his hand in Shy’s pale mane and pushed his head down. “Make Dashie scream, you…” Bow’s voice trailed off, lost in the feeling of Mr Shy’s ass. He laid on top of the stallion, nuzzling affectionately into the tangle of Dash’s legs and Shy’s head. He rolled his hips in a circle, spiralling down into Shy’s walls with a drunken sounding murmur. “You… fuck… you s-shlut,”

     Shy mumbled an affirmative and swirled his tongue in a matching spiral around Dash’s clit using tight, practiced motions. His tongue easily stimulated every nerve lurking beneath the tight fabric, only stopping so he could sway his hips against Bow’s cock or partake in the torrent of fluids dripping out of Dashie.

     Rainbow felt herself getting close.  Her body threatened to detonate in a wave shooting from her crotch. Her stomach, not the magic in it infecting her brain, hungered for a load of thick cum (even though she’d never even tasted it before!) and she started wringing Mr Shy’s meat with all her might. Bow’s pumping hips made it hard, forcing Shy and herself further down into the mattress with powerful rump filling thrusts. Orgasm drew closer and closer to being inflicted on her, and her hands grasped around on their own until they found Mr Shy’s balls. She squeezed the ripe things firmly, like she was trying to churn the liquid inside up into his cock.

     Shy’s soft body abruptly clenched from his toes to his jaw. His rear squeezed tight, his flare bulged excitedly, and his teeth inadvertently grazed the tip of Dash’s clit. The slightest of tender bites. It was enough to make Dashie’s body explode with a raspy, muffled squeal. Her hips writhed and fucked into his face, working against his muzzle in search of a cock that wasn’t there. Fluids launched from her in jets, only to be caught by her stupid outfit, soaking bone deep into her thighs. Mid-release she was made aware of the constriction of Shy’s balls, a rippling sensation up the cock in her mouth, and a sense of warm fullness emptied right inside her belly with squirt after precious squirt. A breathless sigh of relief oozed out of Mr Shy’s trapped head. She couldn’t taste anything, his tip reached partway to her tummy already, but the edge of the craving in her mind died down.

     She heard her Daddy cry out too, and his hips smashed her into the bed. His hands made firm use of Mr Shy’s love handles as his clenching rear pumped in a series of short, shuddering thrusts. His breaths rang ragged and shallow into Shy’s tousled mane, and she knew Mr Shy was enjoying a thick belly full of cream inside him too. Dashie herself was starting to feel like she’d been gorging on a large, three course meal. Her tummy bulged with liquid that wouldn’t stop cumming.

     Her dad leaned back, loathe to remove his cock from a warm home clearly, but he did it. White goo caked the hard, manly inches that squelched into view. They looked in need of a good cleaning. Dash’s jaw ached, but she salivated shamelessly at the thought of doing just that.

     Bow smiled down at her and ran a finger up his cock as it throbbed back to full mast. Dashie found her cunt glowing hot in anticipation, especially when Shy got back to work with his tongue. His cock had finally stopped oozing its creamy nourishment, and he was quickly back to slipping in and out of her throat, cock rock solid and straining against her cheeks. Rainbow got back to suckling. She could totally handle another course painting her inner gut..

     A distant echo of a voice that sounded much like her own wondered how they could possibly remain so hard? How she could still feel so hungry? That something was wrong. How could anyone in Equestria possibly care about any of that though?

     At least, that’s what the far louder voice drifting out from Zecora’s magic was telling her, as it simmered and baked her brain with it’s luscious, loving heat.                                                
> The Timidest Incest [F/F, Incest.]
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     Fluttershy woke in heat and darkness. She screamed. Liquid flame burned through her veins, carried deeper and faster by her racing, terrified heart. It jolted her awake, her skin growing intensely warm. If she dared to rest, there was a real fear she might erupt into flames. The darkness in the living room blinded her, and she could feel sweat was leaking out from her... everywhere! Beneath that, her blood boiled, and her mind was assaulted by pain.

    A rumbling in her gut caught her mind’s eye. She felt like a kiln inside, or a furnace. Some container of dangerously high levels of heat. She knew it was Zecora’s magic doing this to her, and the thought brought about a cold shudder that was immediately obliterated by the heat. Had something gone wrong? Why would her zebra friend do this? A piece of the magic rose from her tummy, like a squid’s tentacle, and raised itself up into her brain. The protuberance probed the wrinkles of her mind, then buried itself between its folds. Pain stabbed at her, and her hand tried to grab it, but the entire thing was going on inside her, and all she got was a handful of fine pink hairs. The tentacle undulated, and what she could only imagine as a fluid started dripping down into her mind. A thick fluid full of images and feelings.

     Flutters gasped. Through the icky, pulsing feeling, she felt love. Strong, wonderful shimmering love. Love towards herself, and her family. It ran into her own to create an overflowing pool of affection that doused the fire in her blood ever so slightly. Tears threatened to come to her eyes. She was feeling Zephyr’s love. He cared about her so much. He wanted her to be happy and successful in anything she could dream of. The feeling wasn’t articulated. No specific words or feelings came with it, but it ran deep and shone like an uncut gem, or the flower on a wild, unkempt plant. Clearly, his mind wasn’t always focused on expressing it, but it remained far down inside his heart, where nothing could touch it. Same with her mother, and her father.

     Certain other emotions grew into focus that made her blush. The pain gave way to something else. Images of things… naughty things… were trickling into her brain. The feeling of love bled into images of a cyan mare. Rainbow Dash. Affection lingered for her too, but it was soaked in a vat of sensations that made Flutters bite her lip. In her mind she was naked (Fluttershy tried to avert her eyes, but the image followed) and smirking a smug, satisfied smile that looked so comfortable on her. She spread her legs, and her strong thighs framed a delicate flower glistening with nectar. Fluttershy stared at it, begging RD to close her legs. Begging RD not to, like a bad girl. Beneath Fluttershy’s rough woven jumper, beneath her flower print bra, she could feel her nipples tingling. Blood swam through them, and they engorged into swollen, rock hard nubs. More sweat poured from her… and something that was definitely not sweat poured between her legs. Fluttershy screamed again. She screamed as she quickly threw her top over her shoulders. She howled as she heard her bra strap snap between her fingers. She hissed when her fingers sank into her puffy tits. The slightly cool air brushed them as the bra fell away. It felt like a dozen fingers were groping her. Her chest was always so sensitive. They were large, round, and impossible to ignore even when she hoped so badly that other ponies would. Bigger than any of her friends, she felt them jiggle with her every breath.

     Thoughts of Zephyr came next. She had assumed it would be images of self loathing, the fact that was her assumption alone made her feel sad, but he looked good. He looked, dare she admit it, not unsexy.

     A scandalous image from her past came to mind. Years ago, she had once walked in on Zephyr in his room to call him down for dinner. It had been… alone time for him. The sight of her brother caressing his most private area and panting up a storm had forever been burned into her brain. She even remembered how sticky it looked, and the slick sound of his fingers sliding up and down it. She’d been embarrassed and disgusted at the time. She still was, she told herself. She was also disgusted that she suddenly wanted to see it again. To watch it grow from a shy little thing into the dominant monster she had one time seen before her bulging, doeish eyes. Zephyr had a very high opinion of himself now, it seemed.

     It suits him… Fluttershy thought to herself. She covered her nipples with her fingers. The sensation was… nice. Her lips clenched together.

     “Zephyr,” a quiet voice whispered. Fluttershy looked towards it quickly. The dark outline of a person lay on the couch next to her. Her dad had gone somewhere, but she recognized the bun-like shapes of her mother’s mane, even if her sleep had left them askew and frayed. “Dearie...” she continued to mumble. Her voice was a bit stronger… and more strained. “Please,”

     Fluttershy realized with a start what she was seeing. Her mother had drank the tea as well…

     “Mom,” she whispered, shaking her mother’s shoulder. The shadowy mare stirred with a tiny yelp.

     “Fluttershy?” her mother’s miniscule voice croaked out. She sounded almost out of breath.

     “I’m here. Just lie down. I’ll get us something nice and cold to drink,” Fluttershy tried to stand, but her mother’s hand shot to hers and held on. Her grip wasn’t tight, but it was insistent enough to keep Fluttershy seated.

     “What’s happening?” her mother asked, confused.

     Fluttershy flushed, aware of the thoughts still being injected into her head. “Zephyr’s tea. We’re kinda feeling exactly what he feels… I think.”

     “O-oh…” was all she could say. Flutters sympathized. “Where’s your dad?”

     A very faint noise sounded from above them. Fluttershy strained your ears. Her stomach boiled and the heat under her skin flared. She could swear it was the sound of a bed squeaking. “N-no idea,” she said. “Are you feeling ok?”

     “I’ll be fine. It’s just… our little Zephy…” her mom stammered. The grip on Fluttershy’s shoulder trembled.

     “He’s grown…” Fluttershy finished softly. A bottomless Zephyr popped into her mind.

     “So much,”  said her mother in matching cotton tones. “This is Zephyr? Is this all colts think about?”

     Fluttershy twitched. Was she really about to get into a discussion about this? With her mom? “It might be,”

     “Your dad would sometimes give me these looks… I h-had no idea,”

     Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut. “Mom, please,”

     “I’m sorry,” she said very sheepishly. “It’s just so hot.” She abruptly squeaked. “I mean I’m so hot,”

     “Me too. Just stay here. I’ll get us something,” Flutters tried to move, but her mother’s weak grip still felt like a lead weight. Her chest wobbled as she flopped back down on the sofa.

     “Are you… topless?” her mother said. She sounded scandalized, and shame skittered across her brain.

     Fluttershy felt her body collapse in on itself, trying to take up as little space as possible. Her arms crossed over her chest. The soft flesh tried to spill over them. “Uh huh. It’s warm,” was all managed to say.

     “Oh… I could never dream of doing that.”

     “I wasn’t thinking...” Fluttershy said quietly. She was aware of her mother squirming next to her. A long moment passed where neither mare could think of what to say. Fluttershy’s nipples pulsed against her arm and her lower areas shivered from jolts of pleasure. She wondered if Zephyr would like them. He normally seemed to prefer flatter chests, but images of rounder, fluffier tits started to squirt inside her head as well. As did unignorable desires. A want to nuzzle and suckle and grope at boobs like… her mom's.

     The weight of eyes suddenly fell on her, and she caught her mom’s shadow out of the corner of her eye. Their chests rose and fell in matching pants, and the lewd urges continued to flood her brain. Even in the darkness, the curve of her mother’s chest was noticeable. Even hidden away behind a looser sweater than even Shy liked to wear, it swelled out larger than her own. The stupid thoughts of a hopelessly horny brother battered at her will, and words squeaked from her throat before she even realized she’d said them: “But If you’re f-f-feeling h-hot, you can't-take yours off too,”

      Her words registered seconds later, and Fluttershy started to stammer an apology. Her mother’s soft voice cut in: “I’m too nervous,”

     Words again left in an automatic rush, something she hoped would stop soon. “I can do it,”

     Her mother considered and, quicker than Shy expected, the mare leaned back and opened herself, resting her arms at her sides. Fluttershy tried to stop, but she instead leant over and took the hem of the jumper between her fingers. Very slowly she raised the garment, and the lightly coloured belly underneath gradually came into view. It slid over a shapely pair of hips, proudly flared and  impressively wide. They were true mother’s hips, and Shy was aware that her own were only slightly narrower.

     Up and up her top traveled, until it was almost caught on the swell of her mounds. Shy tugged once, fabric rustled, and the large cups of a bra popped into view, causing her mother to throw a hand across her own eyes. Fluttershy’s secret garden pulsed with fresh morning dew. and the desire to see what was obscured by darkness made her ache.

     “Feel better?” Flutters tried to ask reassuringly. Her mother jittered and couldn’t seem to decide between shaking or nodding her head. Fluttershy’s throat felt dry, but she heard herself speak again. “M-maybe losing the bra will help,”

     “Really?” A lost and, surprisingly only slightly confused voice said back.

     “Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy hesitated on moving her hands towards the bra. “I need light...”

     She was met with silence.

     Fluttershy leaned over and tapped the lamp on the table next to the coach. Warm, orange light fell upon their curves, casting thick shadows, and the two mares finally saw each other. Mrs Shy initially squirmed in place, her pretty face frozen in a mask of fearful lust. Her daughter’s weight kept her lightly pinned while she writhed. Their manes were in total disarray, not that either one cared. Mrs Shy’s panicked eyes quickly found comfort on her daughter’s breasts. The effect was like falling into a spider’s web, and she found herself helplessly staring at them. Fear melted away into fascination and the mounds’ calming effects carried on through the rest of her body.

     “Honey… you’re big,” her mother said finally.

     Self conscious fear shot Fluttershy’s hands to her chest, but a nasty little twinge of pride burrowed in her brain, and they stopped short. Her middle finger just barely brushed against a nipple. The hyper sensitive bud pulsed and she let out a breathy groan for her mother to hear,  and her fingers closed around her nipples instead, tugging them enough to make her grit her teeth. The feeling was electric, naughty. Especially with her mother looking on, a blush filling her cheeks. A wet patch was growing noticeable where Fluttershy sat.

     Fluttershy focused on the frilly beige trim of her mother’s bra. Mammaries once swollen with milk squished together before her eyes. She could almost see the heart beneath, pounding up against its ribcage, creating a tiny rhythmic jiggle. Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut and worked her hands around her mother’s back, needing to lean her head closer and closer towards her chest to do so. Silky strands of hair fell into and tickled her mom’s cleavage, bringing out very quiet gasps until she covered her own mouth. Flutters’ hands shook, but the clasp finally parted between her fingers, and she cast the bra off and to the side.

     Her eyes widened at the doughy pair of tits that settled in front of her. Not quite as perky as her own, their size was nearly an entire cup larger. Double d’s, perhaps even larger, and topped with thick teats. They stiffened instantly under her gaze, much to her mother’s whimpering dismay.

     “I can’t. Please,” she said into her palm. Flutters wasn’t sure who her mother was talking to, but she moved further up her body and gave her the tightest hug she could. Their chests squished together as they sank against each other. Fluttershy’s nipples vanished into the vast trap of warm flesh, a pillowy heaven, and she felt her lips curl into a giddy smile. She wasn’t used to feeling so small next to another mare. Her mother’s hands grasped her waist tightly, and for several delicious moments their tits embraced. Then she whispered again. “I’ve never done this before,”

     Fluttershy paused and stared. Her mother looked back. Nipples throbbed almost timidly against tender skin. “Mom?”

     “Yes?” Mrs Shy gnawed on her lip.

     “What haven’t you done before?”

      Her eyes lowered and she tried to force a smile.“Oh! Uh, n-nothing. Just, um, talking to myself, dear,”

     “Mom,” Fluttershy said firmly. The mare visibly wilted under her assertive voice.

     “I-I… I, h-haven’t e-e-ever…”

     “Let it come,” Fluttershy said gently. Her hands rubbed her mother’s shoulders.

     “Ohhhh, I haven’t ever had sex!” her mother gasped in a rush.

     Fluttershy stared. Her ears swiveled to make sure they were still working. “Huh-?”

     “I’ve never had sex,” She said, covering her eyes again.

     Fluttershy had to stop her hand from rooting around inside her ear, in an attempt to try and unclog it.“But… Zephyr and me…”

     “You’re ours,” Mrs Shy said quickly.

     “Um… Mom. Do you know what sex is?”

     “I’m not dumb, Fluttershy,” there was the slightest ghost of a snap beneath the fear in her voice, barely audible. “Years ago, it was on our honeymoon, and your father and I both knew we wanted a child. We wanted… you. We both knew what we needed to do, but then we sat there for h-hours before your father made the first move. He showed me his… thing,” she gulped. “This massive, meaty thing. I just lay there, cowering under the covers, watching it grow harder and harder… and thicker. He came so close to me, wearing the same beautiful smile he always does, and told me it was because of me that it was getting so big. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Off his scary thing. I just couldn’t. I s-seized up, and your father, bless him so much, he said it was ok. He never brought it up again, and I eventually went to the doctor’s to magically inseminate myself.” Her expression drooped. “Your poor father. He’s probably wanted to do it with me so much…”

     Fluttershy drew a deep breath and straightened as she collected herself. “It’s not too late,”

     “But I just can’t,” her mother squirmed.

     Fluttershy raised an eyebrow and looked around at their current predicament, naked, sweaty tits on proud display, and girly juices flowing out from both of their skirts.

     Mrs Shy caught the look and tried to shrink away into the coach’s folds. “This is your brother’s fault,” she squeaked.

    “I know,” Flutters replied. “But thinking of dad’s thing doesn’t feel so scary anymore, does it?”

    “I… don’t… n-no. No, it doesn’t.”

     Fluttershy reached behind her and started to peel off their skirts and panties. Her mother didn’t resist. She even raised her considerable hips into the air to help her panties slide away. The fuzz around her slit looked well maintained and tidily short. Fluttershy’s bunched into a furry crown. Like a lion’s mane, Fluttershy liked to call it. Said mane was visibly drenched in her juices, and her mother’s was no different.

     “It’s n-natural to feel this way, Mom,” she whispered, and lowered a single finger. The soft appendage slowly traced the side of her mother’s pussy, a single fat lip. The older mare started panting long  before it flicked her waiting clit, and her body started seeking out her daughter’s hand with deep rolls of her hips. Fluttershy watched her mother’s instincts take over, and obliged the needy mound by petting her clit firmly, rubbing it back and forth. Each stroke brought her finger closer and closer to sinking into the squishy folds below. Warm juices soaked her hand, and her voice poured out in a thick, distracted tone. “We’re animals. We were built to feel like this. Even shy mares like us can’t help it.” Her finger curled, and sank deep inside the honeypot.

     Her mother mewled like a tiny puppy. A puppy feeling its first heat. Its first time being flooded by the craving to be held down and rutted.

     The tone of her own distant words hit Shy’s brain like a cinder block, and it was as if the lewd thoughts that had been holding back her sheepishness were scattered. Guilt showered down on her. Pink hair swayed back and forth while she tried to cast the treacherous thoughts from her head. Her hand left her mother’s crotch like it was suddenly made of molten lava. The heat throbbing off of it wasn’t far off that mark, all things considered.

     “I’m so sorry, mommy,” she said quickly. “My mind went off on its own or something,”

     “No!” her mother cut her off, her voice ladened with a desperate need almost nearer to a  physical pain. Instantly, her features vanished into her own hands again, as if she couldn’t bare to let her daughter see the look on her face, and her muffled voice continued: “D-don’t stop!” Her thick legs spread apart and she presented herself as absolutely as she could, her cunt spread wide. The tender pinkness within twitched rapidly.

     The sound rocked Fluttershy’s ears, then her brain. She looked down on her horny mess of a mother, smelled her womanly scent, and what fear she’d been feeling vanished into a haze of attraction. Her mother looked so sexy it wasn’t fair, and for a brief moment she pitied that they had no cock with them. She wanted to see who’s tits could milk a thick load over them the fastest, and who could make the sexiest sounds slurping the gooey mess off the other’s chest.

     ‘No! That’s what Zephyr wants.’ An exasperated voice inside her sighed. It was a struggle to separate his thoughts from her own.

     There was no ignoring what her body wanted though, and the couch cushions ruffled noisily as she lay down next to her mother, cuddling up to the cowering mare. She petted her mother’s mane buns, finally causing them to unravel, and her mom’s gorgeously silky mane to fall out of shape. It collapsed into a messy, curvy cascade that reached her shoulders. Fluttershy’s other fingers returned to her mother’s wet and welcoming embrace. One of them slipped inside her tunnel, still surprisingly tight for the two time mother. She held her mother close to her chest when the whimpering began, and closed her eyes, humping her finger in and out of her mother with a gentle firmness. She smiled when her mother’s groin started rising to meet her thrusts, and the tunnel hugged desperately to Fluttershy’s fingers.

     Her own pussy wanted attention. She pushed closer to her mom, throwing her leg around hers, and her clitty found the pronounced curve of her mother’s hip to grind against. Her mother’s twitchy humps made it rub up and down her child’s juicy slit. It was enough to make her thighs clench down and soak even more of her mother’s coat, but she ached for more. Her cunt wanted her brother, and Celestia take pity on her for wanting such a disgusting, naughty, wonderful thing.

     Her mother made confused, almost childish, sounds, as a warmness wrapped around one of Shy’s nipples. She looked down with a gasp to find her mother, hair fallen over her eyes, her thick lips wrapped around one of her daughters teats, suckling slowly. A contented hum filled Mrs Shy’s throat, and her weak hand held onto the soft fur of Flutters’ stomach. Fluttershy could feel every unpracticed lick, every instinctual puckering of her mom’s lips, and the warmth inside only burned deeper.

     “M-mom,” she struggled to say.

      Her mother looked up, and the eyes Fluttershy saw were no longer a mother’s eyes, at least not at that moment. She saw the wide, comprehending eyes of a child who knew she was doing something naughty, but wasn’t sure how she could make it right. Her loving mother with eyes filled with countless stories of years passed, untold experiences, and she was still a child when it came to having her cunny filled and her mind bulging with pleasure.The entire sensation of being nursed so carefully gave Shy dangerous maternal pangs, and she briefly felt a very real regret at not being able to create milk for her mommy to drink. The wrongness of that vivid thought only made Flutters want it more, and her fingers grabbed more of her mother’s locks. The mare only made slobbering, hungry noises, until her eyes shut tight with a sweet moan when Shy sank another finger into her virgin honeybox. Her hips rose higher, trying to swallow more of the fingers plumbing her depths. Her developed body knew what to do, even if her mind was a mess.

     Fluttershy knew the stereotype that her friends liked to throw around. ‘It’s always the quiet ones who are the kinkiest.’ they would say with knowing smirks, never meaning harm, but always being sure to mention it during sleepovers when the subject inevitably drifted to such matters in all their childish lewdness. Shy had always taken a petty pride in subverting that. She only ever masturbated when alone and mostly only using her pillow, like any healthy mare. She wasn’t a shy wimp when it came to sex, but she wasn’t a perverted demon either.

     Now, lying in her parent’s home, naked as the day she was born, nursing her own mother, while fucking her cunny hard on that same mother’s foal bearing hips and wishing for her brother’s cock to take her right there, she could all but see the validated looks on her friends’ faces. She was also aware that her hips were starting to pick up the pace just thinking about it. She trembled, and she let out a guilty, but satisfied sigh. She was close.

     Her mother’s teeth were starting to play around her bulging nipples, nibbling them softly. It was what Flutters needed to throw her over the edge completely. Her toes clenched so hard they hurt, and she instinctively sank her fingers deep into her mother’s cunt. Liquid squelched messily around her knuckles, and the walls started to convulse. Perhaps for the first time ever. Flutters felt oddly proud as her own hips started to buck.

     Mrs Shy snapped her head up and tried to scream, her body falling under the thrall of her virgin release and tensing. Her hands grabbed large handfuls of her chest, mindlessly trying to squeeze as much fresh pleasure out of her body as possible. Fluttershy rammed her head back into her cleavage, and they rode out the orgasm as one, both squealing and squirting what felt like jets of arousal that made a mess of their coats and the coach beneath them. They came down in a panting heap. Her mother clung on tight, her tongue finding its way to her daughter’s puffy breasts again, and Shy’s free hand comforted her in turn. Her mane was as soft as Shy’s legs were feeling, as the fire in her mercilessly welled anew.

    ‘Good girl’, Fluttershy thought. She wasn’t sure if she’d said it out loud. She hoped not, it was too wrong how right it felt...

     
> A Climax [F/F, Incest, M/F]
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     “Come on, honey! Ha! Just a bit more. Make a mess of mommy’s back!” Windy Whistles chirped.

     Air leapt out of Zephyr in deep pants. His tongue swayed in a breeze of boiling breath. Sweat moistened his coat. He knew his mane was a mess. His narrow hips ached and burned, but still they pumped back and forth, all to keep his cock sliding in and out of Windy’s doughy rear cheeks. His fingers dug into her coat and each cheek was wrapped tightly around him, soaking him in gentle warmth. Windy lay on her knees, face pressed into the quilt, and she had her fingers plunged between her legs. From the sounds of her high pitched pants, she was a mare who knew exactly what got her going. Her rear involuntarily clenched and twitched in a way that kneaded Zephyr’s length. He felt pre flow from his tip in a tingling stream, making his thrusts slippery and creating lovely squelchy sounds that relaxed his ears. Now and then he caught himself trying to line up his cock with her hole. Her ring would always threaten to suck him inside, but every time the mare would smirk, wiggle her hips, and Zeph would find his cock sliding back away from it.

     “Nuh uh,” she had said with the largest smile he had ever seen. “Your first time should be with someone special, hun. Nevermind an old mare like me,”

     Her rounded buns clenched very hard, crushing his cock and moulding to its shape, making a long squirt of pre shot across Windy’s back. Zephyr felt like he’d lost his legs, and almost fell forward across her back. Zephyr stopped himself and smiled. She’s right, he thought. Just focus on feeling good, man.

     He opened his mouth, forcing his voice to steady confidence. “How about I take your daughter someday instead. Think she could handle me…” Zephyr hesitated just a second before continuing the fantasy. “... stepmom?”

     Windy Whistles giggled. The sound melted into a purr as her fingers danced over one of her sweet spots. “You know what a mother wants to hear,”

     Zephyr grinned. “You mean I know what a slutrageous mom who wants to watch her daughter get fucked wants to hear,”

     “I can’t help if my baby’s a sexy mare!” Windy whined with a smile.

     Zephyr humped very slowly. “You can’t help that you want to hear her raspy voice cracking either, right? Her gorgeous cheeks spreading as she’s skewered by a big. Stallion. Cock,”

     A tremor wobbled through Windy’s rear. “Like yours?”

     “Like mine,” His voice lowered to a whisper. “You can feel it can’t you. You know I’ll do it,”

      Windy’s voice broke down into hungry squeaks, and the mare’s body collapsed, reduced into a mess of trembling limbs and flowing juices. Her scent stained deep into his mattress. Zephyr felt himself getting close too. He grit his teeth until his jaw ached, and readied to spew a thick load over the satisfied whore of a mother. He fucked her buns as fast as he could, and felt himself just about to crest the wave...

     Then Windy sat up, full of implausible energy. Her sudden rise tossed Zephyr back and off his bed completely. He landed in a heavy heap with his legs up and over his head. He looked up and saw his bulging cock, its head threatening to flare, aimed directly at his face. His orgasm churned menacingly, but without stimulation the feeling of release began to recede. A tense dribble of pre was all that dripped into Zephyr’s mouth, which he had opened very wide at some point without him noticing.The salty taste wasn’t very good, but for some reason he felt disappointed there wasn’t more.

     “Ooopsie,” Windy’s outline popped over the edge of the bed. Her eyes shone with worry until she saw Zephyr’s gaping mouth, then her features fell into a pout. It was far too young an expression for her older features. Her bouncy tits swayed gently beneath her as she studied him.

     Zephyr tried to ignore his position, and his cock. “Your face looks so long, rainbow mom. Did something happen?”

     Her pout deepened. “I just came, Zephy,”

     Zephyr’s heart stopped beating for a second, then lurched forward at a rapid tick. He’d actually made a girl cum?! That was near the top of his bucket list! Still, he kept his face cool. “Congratulations?”

     “And I still want it,” Windy said, a shiver running through her voice.Her eyes had slid to Zephyr’s cock. It looked like she was using every ounce of her willpower to hold herself back. “I just squirted all over your sheets, but it feels like I never came at all,” She groaned as she buried finger after finger into her cunt again, frigging herself faster. Her whimpers sounded almost pained. “I wanna cum, Zephy!”

     Zephyr stared, unsure of what to say. He swayed his hips from one side to the other. Windy’s eyes followed the bobbing motion of his cock with wide, desperate eyes. “Um, you did say I should save myself for somepony special, right?”

     Windy chewed on her lower lip. With what was clearly a great deal of willpower she snapped her eyes away from Zephyr’s dick and locked onto his eyes. A fire behind them blazed intensely, and Zephyr felt a submissive chill rush through his body. His cock twitched.

     Windy spent a few moments starring, fingering, and thinking. Her expression hinted that each process was warring for attention from her mind. Finally, she nodded. “Yeah… that’s why we’re finding Dashie,” Windy said, and hopped off the bed. She brimmed with a hyped up energy that sent her soft body jiggling.

     “W-wait, we’re what now?” Zephyr asked?

     Windy was already halfway out the door. Streams of juice leaked down her legs. She looked over her shoulder and stopped. He saw her blush kissed cheeks raise into a childlike smile. “You’re going to fuck my little girl right now. Then you’re mine,” she said, as if it were obvious.

     Zephyr swallowed, but his cock sure liked the sound of that, as a powerful tremor ran through his meaty organ.


***


     Dash barely noticed anything between her screams. She barely noticed the warm, white globs spewing onto her face. She barely noticed that droplets of her dad’s creamy spunk were trickling into her open mouth. She barely noticed her tongue shudder at her own family’s taste. She barely noticed her fingers punishing her swollen little clit for what felt like the dozenth time. She barely noticed her body thrashing in the grip of two horny stallions, soaking her ruined outfit in yet more juice.

     All she knew was frustration. No matter how many releases she felt, how many were inflicted on her, the urge to fuck wouldn’t leave her brain. The hunger for his cock wouldn’t leave her brain, and if anything the substitutes on either side were only making the desire grow and grow..

     A whimper across from her dad made her turn, right into another blast from Mr Shy’s thick cock. Boiling cum plastered her eyes and gunked up her mane. She leaned forward to make sure the next shot was a mouthful. Her scream tapered off into a gargle. Her tongue couldn’t decide who’s seed she preferred. Maybe the next load would be the decider. Both dads were good and throbbing for it.

     The bedroom door swung open, but Dash couldn’t see who it was. Her dad and Mr Shy  tensed against her at the new arrival, prompting her to wipe the musky cum from her eyes. She rubbed it into her chest.

     Zephyr was standing there. His eyes stared widely at her, one hand covering his mouth, his other trying in vain to cover his bare crotch. His dick proudly pushed his slender hand aside, twitching hard. Her mother was next to him, gazing at the whole scene like a fascinated child. Both were naked, with achingly erect looking wings. Bow scratched the back of his head sheepishly, unable to do much but smile guiltily at his wife. Mr Shy’s eyes lingered just a second too long on his own son, but was otherwise trying to hide himself behind Dash’s much slender body. Zephyr’s eyes were all for her.

     Magic borne images pumped into her brain. Dash all but saw herself through those eyes: A squirming cum  drenched slut lying in the arms of two virile stallions. Her eyes were half closed, but her stunningly girly lashes fluttered as they beckoned to him. She was all he wanted.

     “Rainbows?” Zephyr whispered. “You’re looking… fine. Like, fine fine, you know?

     “No kidding? How else would I look, idiot?” The insult rolled off her tongue effortlessly. No matter what nonsense she was being filled with, it still felt somehow right to call Zephyr that. His beautiful eyes devoured her, and Rainbow could almost feel it. Heat rolled off her cunt. With a frown Rainbow realized she was holding her legs open. Waiting.

     Zephyr started to inch forward, but Windy grabbed him from behind. His cock fell between her fingers and she gripped, halting his progress. Rainbow’s eyes widened into green saucers of envy.

     “Mooooom,” her cracking voice whined. She grabbed her father’s cock in retaliation, bringing a gruff hiss from her unsuspecting dad, and she glared warningly at her mother. She didn’t know what she was doing, but seeing a hand around Zephyr’s cock like that was making her feel uneasy. Windy tried to glare back, but the expression very quickly grew strained. Her lip quivered, and she broke into a sugary, very slightly shrill, laugh. Annoying but also lovely. Her bountiful titties rubbed up and down Zephyr’s back while the older mare laughed. Zephyr grinned, and Rainbow groaned as her brain fell beneath more of Zecora’s mental fucking. Her jealousy was smothered by a ghostly desire to want those big, girly tits rubbing against her sweaty body too. The want only became stronger the more Zephyr rolled his narrow shoulders against her mother.

     “Nuh uh uh, you two,” Windy smiled. “It’d be rude to leave your fathers hanging, wouldn’t it?”

     “You’re awesome, hun,” Bow said under his breath. Windy giggled.

     “So be a wonderboltiful girl and you finish those two off, Dashie. Then you can have Zephy for dessert.”

     “Dessert?” Zephyr and Dash asked incredulously.

     Windy leant up on her toes and gave the taller boy a quick but sloppy kiss on the lips. His hips trembled and sent his meat pumping through her fingers. “Cuz you’re so sweet!” Windy noticed that Mr Shy couldn’t bare to look at them. “It’s ok. Nopony will judge you,” she said sweetly.

     “My wife might…” Mr Shy sighed.

     “It’s not just that though, hun,” Bow put in. “Dash has been milking us like a trooper for ages now.” He patted Dash on the head, then moved his hand down to rub her tummy. The fabric was very slightly distended, and Dash moaned at the tight feeling in her gut, knowing she was full of thick warm cream. “Our cocks just aren’t going down.”

     Windy gasped. “The Same!”

     Out of nowhere, a pained squeal echoed from downstairs. Everyone turned towards it, but Mr Shy all but leapt to his feet.

     “Dear?” he whispered fearfully and made for the door. Bow and Windy looked at each other.

     “Let’s go,” Bow suggested, pulling his cock from Rainbow’s grip. Rainbow could hear her voice start to whine as the warm meat slipped from her fingers, but a second scream jolted her to her feet.

     “Fluttershy!” Rainbow yelled, overtaking Mr Shy in an instant, and bolting down the stairs.


***


     “Honey… please…,” Mrs Shy’s said as her daughter slowly raised her leg up and over her shoulder. “I’m not l-like this,

     Fluttershy looked down at her. Her eyes glimmered with kind authority, a perfect fit for her motherly chest and mature face. Mrs Shy hadn’t felt like her parent for a long time. Not since the fire between her legs had blazed into being and scorched her with desires she had never felt before, burning to ash any confidence she had felt in herself. Her daughter had felt the same confusing heat, but she had handled its inferno like a real woman, even guiding her mother to a scary and wondrous explosion of a sensation several times, and Mrs Shy felt every inch the child in her soft embrace. Her eyes slid down to the sizable mounds and rose coloured nubs of her child’s mammaries. In the lamplight they still glistened with moisture. Moisture she had placed there with her mindless suckling. Each bullet hard nub stood proud, basking in the growing cold of the moisture in the night air. Lower, Shy had intertwined their sweaty legs, and shifted her hips until their slits lay only a finger’s width away from each other. Mrs Shy saw her own thighs trembling, shuddering eagerly. She was confused as to what was about to happen, but impatiently awaited whatever it was. Fear had her heart pounding. Fear of what was coming, and what it might might do to her.
     “I wasn’t like this either,” Fluttershy said, averting her eyes for a brief moment. “We should stop…”

     A cold pit opened up in Mrs Shy’s stomach, and she realized she was feeling panic and disappointment. She gripped the sheets harder. How in Equestria had this happened to her? She actually wanted it. She wanted it so bad her messy loins were starting to ache, and the liquid that poured from her cunt spoke her thoughts better than her weak little voice ever could. Her daughter rubbed a yellow cheek against the leg still  propped against her shoulder.

     “We should stop… but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Mrs Shy gulped as she tried to form words. All she managed was a faint murmur. Her daughter gazed at her patiently, and she tried again. Again and again the syllables devolved into a series of formless mumbles as they passed her lips, until she eventually gave up, and settled for a tiny, infinitesimal nod.

     “Good girl…” Fluttershy whispered at her mother, soft and heavy between her breaths.

    Mrs Shy looked down in time to watch her daughter’s flower push forwards. Their hips slapped together, and their glistening petals embraced in a sloppy kiss. Warm flesh swallowed her poor underused clit. The mare heard herself scream and her wide hips bucked deeply. Mrs Shy could feel shameful, swelling hunger in the motion that she didn’t know her body was capable of. She watched her crotch rise and grind in a circle, lewdly trying to trace every inch of her labia across her child’s cunt, and the sudden force teased her daughter into arching her back and letting out a scream of her own. Fluttershy’s nipples darkened a shade in raw arousal, and her wings sprung out to either side and throbbed to erection. Her hips asserted themselves over her mother’s, and both slits settled into a rhythm, squelching noisily amidst their juices, while her silhouette loomed over Mrs Shy’s body. Soft hands sank deep into her wobbling tits for purchase, and Mrs Shy’s mind became hazy when her daughter’s pussy pounded straight down. Wet thwaps pumped in her ears.

     “Fluttershy?!” cried Rainbow Dash’s voice, and both mares’ eyes snapped to the side.

     They looked over and found Rainbow Dash in a truly disheveled state, her Wonderbolt outfit dripping with sweat and thick white fluid. For all that, her posture was alert and sharp, like she was ready to pounce on anything with all the force a trained Bolt could bring to bare. Her magenta eyes quickly came to comprehend the scene before her, however, and they saw the energy drain out of her frame, until her readiness withered, and a familiar hunger flared in her eyes. Mrs Shy had to turn away from the lustful gaze. She saw Fluttershy do the same, after the slightest pause. Tiny whimpers sounded from both of them as they realized their hips were still moving.. To Mrs Shy It felt like that whole area of her body was detached from her brain, and replaced by a never ending injection of raw pleasure that was gradually turning her whole body into a mess of tingles.

     “Dear?” said a second voice. Mrs Shy recognized instantly the voice that was like gentle summer clouds; the kindest, softest voice she’d ever known, and tears welled in her eyes despite the wondrous pleasure. She couldn’t bare to be seen like this by the stallion she loved. She had so easily been reduced to helplessly humping her own daughter just to sate the cravings of her slutty body, and a husband she had never bothered to please was looking on. She tried to move her hips away from Fluttershy. Instead, the thought of her husband’s face caused her rear to leave the bed completely in another buck. She felt every nerve in her clit kiss her daughter’s mound, and the corners of her mouth tried to quirk in an indulgent smile that she barely stopped. How could he even bare to look at her? She turned to try and blubber a heartfelt apology.

     Through the haze of tears, she could see that every other guest in the house was on the staircase.  Her eyes fell upon a trio of cocks among them, and the apology died.

     Thick, fat, light coloured and fleshy. Her husband’s member was how she remembered it. He was trying to hide it by squeezing his pudgy thighs together. It wasn’t enough, and what she could see was still the intimidating beast she’d seen on their honeymoon. Her eyes drifted to the incredible length and wide head of Bow Hot Hoof. A dark, firm pole jutted proudly from between his legs, reaching almost to his knee. Windy Whistle’s hand gently stroked it back and forth, each touch sending a little shudder through it. Mrs Shy’s eyes moved on one more time, where her focus was swallowed whole by Zephyr. His dick was comparatively small, though the thought of where it was designed to go still intimidated her. The flesh appeared light coloured and tender looking like his father, but hard as a steel bar. Her insides churned as Zecora’s tea inseminated her brain with more and more thoughts; she wanted him to come close.  To take a closer look at how much her little boy had grown. His nervous eyes lingered over her curves, and his approval of what he saw forced an intoxicating confidence into her veins. Every pair of eyes in the room followed his lead to drink in her body, as her endless humping sent it jiggling for all to see. One set of eyes was her own, she realized, watching her tits sway back and forth with each motion of her hips. As a teen, she had almost resented how puberty had forced her to grow so full and voluptuous. It was a mortifying development, one that only left her even more withdrawn from those around her, from their eyeballs that had started to fall on her like hungry animals. Even so, the view before her was so good. It was so… natural for her body to be like this, that her corrupted brain almost understood it. No wonder stallions always snuck into changing rooms, or peeked on mares in the shower, if the result was watching orbs like hers shake and quiver. Zephyr’s desires wormed their way into her mind. His imagination seemed to burn over reality, and she suddenly knew everything he wished to do with her body in that moment. Her hips trembled, and a ripple passed through everyone else as those same thoughts became theirs.

     Bow reached out an arm and wrapped it around Mr Shy’s shoulder. “Yeah… you needed to get your dick in this mare like yesterday, bud,” he said bluntly. Mr Shy sputtered and offered a wordless rebuttal that no one paid heed to, likely not even himself, as he didn’t resist when the larger stallion started to nudge him closer and closer to the two entangled mares. Their cocks bobbed as they slowly inched forward. Mrs Shy knew she was fidgeting, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the motion. They grew bigger and bigger, or perhaps just closer, then one of the cocks sank out of view, and her husband’s face was suddenly at eye level with her. Her blank stare of lust filled with shame when she saw his crooked, embarrassed smile. Bow Hot Hoof had a hand on the kneeling stallion’s head, tousling his mane affectionately. It looked… cute.

     “Hey dear,” he said softly.

     “H-hello,” she said weakly. Her limbs felt too heavy to even try covering herself up. Little bolts of excitement nibbled her whenever she noticed his eyes starting to wander.

      “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he said sincerely, and Mrs Shy almost choked. Most stallions would’ve been ironic in a situation like this. But not her darling husband.

     “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know,” Her voice cut off as her hips stretched in a rolling thrust. She begged her body to stop, but she only heard pleased murmuring from Fluttershy in response. She must have lucked into one of the mare’s sweet spots “I didn’t know it would feel like this. A-all these years and I’ve never...”

     She was stopped by a gentle hand resting on her cheek. Her husband looked into her face with those wonderfully large eyes of his. She felt she could almost swim in them. “It’s ok, dear. Trust me, it’s ok.”

     “But how often have you wanted to do it all this time?”

     Mr Shy’s already existing blush deepened. He tried to recover with a shaky little laugh. She realized that he was probably looking so intently at her as an attempt to block out everyone else around them. “It didn’t r-really matter as long as you were happy, We still had two b-beautiful kids” His eyes flickered along her body… and Fluttershy’s. She thought she heard his breath hitch and he adjusted his seating. He continued slowly. “No matter what I think, it’ll only be worth it if you want it. Really want it,” His eyes were earnest, but after a lifetime of loving a pony too nervous to even speak to the mailpony, she could see the desperate unspoken question meandering behind his eyes: ‘It’ll only be worth it if you want it...do you want it?’

     She wanted to smile, to give an answer, but just gazing into his eyes she could hear her chest starting to pant, and her hips moved faster and faster against her will. She looked away and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as another climax was thrust upon her. She felt his hand, unmistakably soft and warm, link with hers, and she clenched hard. Pressure built rapidly, like a cloud charging with lightning, and the inevitable bolt of euphoria flushed through her body like a wave, washing away all shame.  She heard her daughter reach the same plateau, felt her slit twitching against hers, and felt her hips force Mrs Shy’s back to the couch.Delicate hands seized Mrs Shy’s mane and Fluttershy lowered on top of her. She dared not look, but her muzzle became buried in her child’s hot, sweaty cleavage again, and held there while they both rode it out. Her child’s mouth cooed and moaned in time with the desperate thrusts of their mounds.Juices from both mares flowed down Mrs’ Shy’s thighs and rump like mini lakes.

     Mr Shy held onto her stoically until their bodies calmed. Like every climax Mrs Shy had felt that night, she always come within a hair’s breadth of knowing satisfaction, but then a frustrating warmth chased out whatever tiredness she had been feeling, and left her wanting even more.

     Above her, Fluttershy gasped, and her hips and body were pulled away from Mrs Shy into the air. Mrs Shy glanced a peak, and gripped her husband even tighter.

     Bow Hot Hoof’s purplish blue hands were locked around Fluttershy’s hips, and he had tugged her back into his waist. An inch of dark stallion cock peeked out from between Shy’s bubbly butter coloured cheeks. Her face and body remained motionless, more out of surprise than fear, but she slowly eased back into motion when she realized she wasn’t in danger.

     “Dad, no.” Rainbow Dash protested weakly. “What would mom thin-”

     “YEAH! FUCK HER HARD, BABY!” Windy cheered, causing dash to facepalm.

     Bow couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned his sizable frame over Fluttershy’s back and leaned in close to one of her ears. His breath caused her ear to swivel and twitch. “Am I imposing?

     Fluttershy didn’t respond. Mrs Shy could see her breaths were shallow.

     “Wanna show your mom how this works?”

     “How what works?” She asked in an innocent tone.

     Bow smirked and dropped his voice to a whisper. Mrs Shy still heard it. “Mating,”

     “Please... d-don’t call it that,” Mrs Shy put in meekly. She didn’t know she could blush any harder, but there was something about that word that lingered in her mind. Bow turned his attention to her.

     “What would you rather call it? Fucking? Sex? Piledrivering?”

     “That last one just sounds violent,” Mr Shy said, his hand still offering support to his traumatized wife.

     “No. M-mating sounds fine. That is what it is… a-after all, I mean,” Fluttershy said. She looked Mrs Shy square in the eye. There was that same commanding gaze shining clearly through her nervousness. “Mom. Watch carefully. There’s nothing to be scared of,”  she looked around at everyone in the room with them and cleared her throat. Her last words came out very small. “It’s just really embarrassing with so many people,”

     Bow smiled warmly. With that the stallion moved back, and smoothly slipped inside Fluttershy’s shelter. The sound was meaty and wet. There appeared to be no resistance, and he immediately started humping in and out. Every motion looked second nature to him.

     Mrs Shy’s heart leapt into her throat watching Fluttershy’s face. Shock widened her eyes during the initial filling. She clenched her teeth in what seemed to be pain or effort, which led to a panicked jittering in her cheeks. Both almost instantly gave way to a confused frown and a foggy glaze over her stare. Her rear moved up and down experimentally. A deep blush sprung up under her fur and she closed her eyes in shame. With only three more thrusts even that was gone, replaced with only a growing smile of contentment. Her eyes half opened back up and looked at her mother, suddenly without a care in the world. Her smiling lips parted to let her pant like a dog. Her body slowly started to thrust against her mate, causing Bow to groan with a sound of absolute glee. In the span of but a few seconds it was like her daughter had fallen under some kind of spell.

     Zephyr’s potion once again made its presence known. His horny delight becoming her own was the only reason Mrs Shy could admit she was still watching. His disturbing curiosity was being pumped inside her head mercilessly. Her eyes felt like they were bolted to the display.

     Bow used Shy’s hips to fuck her even faster, dragging her onto his dick and keeping himself fully sheathed as much as he could. He looked like a man deprived of water finally drowning himself at the end of a ten mile trek.That kind of desperation was probably what her husband was always feeling. Mrs Shy remembered how his cock had looked, fat and meaty and longing just for her,  and something deep down inside her pulsed with a wonderful achy feeling. Deeper than Fluttershy’s fingers had ever reached. It was her womb, she realized. Oh Celestia, it was like it was hungry. In need of something her brain still tried to insist was just icky. Fluttershy’s pants started sounding more and more like squeaks the rougher Bow became. Her limbs trembled, ready to give way, then at the last moment braced against the couch and pushed back deeper into his thrusts. Her tits wobbled and bounced without shame, and liquid poured from between their legs, but neither seemed to notice. All that mattered was the breathing, the groans, and the desperate, slapping flesh. She looked icky. And it looked like heaven

     She looked over at Mr Shy. He had somehow resisted the feelings of their son and was staring right at her. All Mrs Shy had to do was ask for it. Fluttershy whined happily and started groping her breasts. Mr Shy smiled slightly at the sound. That could be you. It seemed to say. Or maybe that was only her imagination.

     Mrs Shy fought the sensory overload of it all and focused on what her body really wanted. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.


***


     A few hours ago Zephyr would’ve found the sight before him deeply uncomfortable. After all,  what son wants to see his family naked? His raging erection was making him feel quite the fool in that moment.

     Bow Hot Hoof was skewering his older sister like a stallion possessed, nickering and snorting more like an animal than a pony. Fluttershy returned the favour with enthusiasm. Even across the room he could hear her cunt sucking and clenching as it swallowed the older pony’s cock. Her hips threatened to outpace Bow’s very quickly, with her buns rippling as they slammed his further and further into the couch cushions. He kept a hold of her sides and was barely maintaining his lead for now. Neither party seemed to care for who was in charge. They were just racing to satisfy themselves. Such a needy expression on his sister was… alluring. His mother was also a particularly scrumptious mare in her own right when availed of her baggy choice of outfit; curvy in all the right places, with a mane of gorgeously wavy curls. As a mane stylist, it seemed a crime that he’d only ever seen it in this disheveled state. Begrudgingly, he was looking at the soft roundness of his father’s rump more than he cared to as well. So perfectly plump and squishy. He kept trying to think of it as a girl’s butt, but no girl had balls like his resting just below it.

     There was no warning when both his parents lunged at each other and embraced with a kiss. It was a kiss like he’d never seen before from either of them. Normally a chaste, momentary touch of the lips sufficed for those two, but this time he could hear slurping noises, his mom opened her mouth to let his Dad’s tongue snake right in. For a moment she seemed to regret her decision, then groaned quietly and eased herself into the stallion’s arms, holding tight to his narrow shoulders and rounded waist. From his dad Zephyr heard a sigh. A happy sound as he breathed into his wife for what may have been the first time ever. It was a sigh that carried with it such relief that Zephyr felt his own shoulders sink in sympathy. It was as if the weight of the world was at once gone from the moment Mrs Shy accepted his tongue, and he could at last relax against the gorgeous features of this mare he had chosen to spend his life with, and trade with her all the intimate things so many took for granted: their saliva, their breath, the heat of their bodies.

His dick was also really really hard. The hands of both seemed to shuffle uneasily, mutually unsure of whether to touch it or take things slow.

     “Ah, Young love,” Windy said dreamily, looking at the shy, middle aged ponies ply their tongues together. She didn’t sound like she was being ironic either. Zephyr supposed it wasn’t too unreasonable. Two teen virgins would probably look more confident kissing than those two were. The contrast between them and Bow’s rutting of Flutters was, frankly, adorable The potion must have given Wind some signal to his thoughts, because she looked at him and smirked. “I don’t just mean them,” She gestured to Zephyr’s other side with her eyes.

     Rainbow Dash was staring at him exactly as she had upstairs: needily The power and majesty of her wonderbolt outfit had long been tarnished by sticky white seed. Her feminine scent called to him as soon as he turned into it. He felt light in the head. Unlike his cockhead that throbbed heavily. Rainbow looked at it hungrily. Zephyr swallowed. Was he really about to do this?

This isn’t right. Said the weak willed voice in his head. She’s under the zebra’s magical juju. That’s, like, wrong, isn’t it?

Dash looks like she needs it bad, man. His more obnoxious side retorted  Go on, rip that thing off her. Dash mom gave us the green light, didn’t she?

      “Nooo...” Rainbow whined weakly. “Don’t think about that so hard!” she cried.

     “Think about what so hard, Rainbows?” Zephyr asked, genuinely confused.

Dash’s fingers moved up her body, tracing the contours of her outer thighs as they flared into hips. They fluttered up her abs and toned waist,  then over the faintly feminine bumps that were her miniscule breasts, and took a hold of the lycra around her chest area. Her breathing raced. She suddenly seemed to be overheating, wriggling for air inside her second skin.
     “Doing this!” she said through grit teeth, and Zephyr heard the fabric start to tear.

     Grunting with exertion, Rainbow’s arms began to rip the ruined wonderbolt garb from her body. A tiny tear revealed her chest first. Her twin mounds popped into view, each one was topped by a rock hard pinkish nub. Rainbow Dash winced with every awful sound, but kept pulling her outfit apart. Her back arched and it made her skin appear to push against the fabric, eager to burst free of the outfit. The parting next exposed her abs, her belly was very slightly pudgy from swallowing so much daddy jizz, but they were still defined and solid. Then her waist, it was there he noticed that every bit of her coat was sticky with sweat and matted to high heaven. With one last tug her pussy bared itself in all its slippery, puffy glory, and she collapsed to the carpet, panting. He just stared while Dash caught her breath, her eyes surveying what she had done to herself. Her pussy glowed red like a target.

     Zephyr looked over his shoulder. Windy was leaning forward, looking very interestedly at her daughter’s assets. She was also giving Zephyr two massive thumbs up. A promising sign for someone at least.

     “Hey, Rainbow. Are you, like, still with us?” he tried to ask casually.

     “You owe me a new outfit, asshole,” she said

     “Me?! Pull up some print tests. I never touched you, blue,” he said back, relieved to hear something of her old tone in her voice.

     “You were thinking about it… very obnoxiously,”

     Zephyr chanced a smile. “Not my fault you have no self control around me,”

     Quicker than he thought possible, Rainbow swept his legs out from under him and sat up. She grabbed a large handful of Zephyr’s mane and glared right into him. “Did you actually just say that, runt?” Fires of hate or passion or both burned in her eyes. Zephyr felt like intensity could roast him away to nothing. It was awesome.

     Rainbow’s grip faltered and she groaned. One hand rubbed her temple. “Jeez. Why does everything have to turn you on?!”

     “Cuz you’re a sexy mare, duh.”

     “That seemed to take her off guard, which gave him the chance to cozy on up to her midsection.

     “H-hey! What are you doing?!” she whined.

     “These abs are sexy. This belly button is sexy. These are sexy like nothing I have ever seen.” he said, grinning at her breasts.

     “Nice t-try, jerk. I know you were staring at Mom’s over mine.”

     They both looked up, only to see that Windy was gone. She had at some point migrated over to where Mr and Mrs Shy had settled down together on the couch, and both pegasi were apparently making up for a whole marriages worth of lost making out. They still sucked and smacked at each other’s faces like it was all either could think of. Even when they parted for air their tongues could still be seen twisting together like a living knot, and then their lips would rejoin with a pair of adorable moans.

     In an almost unbelievably chaste sight, the two had their hands linked together, leaving their loins to throb and drip alone. Windy tsked at the image and slowly clasped one of Mrs Shy’s hands. The mare looked over at Windy, vaguely confused, but didn’t resist as her hand was lowered all the way her husband’s flat tipped member. Her palm squished into its head, and she shivered in surprise at how hot it was, this thing that had scared her for so long, and her fingers closed instinctively around the flare, squeezing it  with each digit in awed curiosity. Pre bubbled up from it almost instantly, rising between her fingers and making Mr Shy’s hips shudder. Windy then took the Mr Shy’s hand and similarly moved it down his wife’s  crotch. Likewise, his fingers moved on their own as soon as they met the drooling slit of flesh, and started idly stroking it in soft soft circles. Saliva trickled out the corner of Mrs Shy’s mouth. Her timid gasps were sounding more and more needy. Using her pre soaked hand she stroked up and down the shaft. No longer afraid, she took her time to feel how it throbbed to life in her palm, and the ways each touch made Mr Shy groan that little bit differently.

     Windy admired her work and grinned. “There, just let it happen, you two,”

     Fluttershy and Bow were still fucking away, but by now the tempo had slowed considerably, and they had settled into an agonizingly slow rhythm of comfortable pounding. Each time Bow slid home it was deep and deliberate. Shy had given up on trying to fuck back, and had lowered down onto her belly, giving Bow free reign to pump her cunt at his leisure. His heavy balls slapped her slit with authority, making a deep commanding sound.

     “Yeah, he does that,” Windy beamed like a kid explaining the obvious.

     Fluttershy looked up. She had a lock of her mane in her mouth, gnawing on it every time Bow slapped against her.

     “I try to keep up with him every time we fuck, but he’s like a monster. His stamina never lets up, and he always ends up slowing down to fill little me nice and deep over and over until I’m his personal cock sleeve. It’s amazing, right?!”

     “Uh huh…” Shy mumbled around a mouthful of mane. She probably wasn’t listening. Windy ruffled her feathers like she was petting a beloved dog.

     “How does she feel, hun?” Windy called to Bow needlessly loudly considering he was only a few feet away.”

     “She feels like you when you were younger. It’s incredible,”

     “I beg your pardon?!” Windy scoffed with mock offence then giggled. “So she’s a perfect breeding mare, you say? You hear that, Fluttershy? Hubby wants to bake another Rainbow Dash in you, Isn’t that exciting?”

     Fluttershy only laid her head down and basked in the cock burying itself in her body.

     “Heh, Poor girl,” Bow said between groans. He looked at his wife and raised an eyebrow. “Give her the Dashception?”

     “Give her the Dashception!” Windy all but hollered, sending her chest jiggling.

     Bow bent down and grabbed Fluttershy around the middle. With a heave he hoisted her up and sat back against the couch with her in his lap. Flutters whimpered in confusion, then shrieked as he dragged her straight down onto his dick,

     “Wha-… ha… ha… ha… is this?” Shy managed to squeak between thrusts that left her impaled deeper still than she imagined.

     “Dash’s inception. Dashception you silly,” Windy smiled. “It was how we were doing it before I found I was pregnant with our Dashie. Afterwards we would do it like this in front of a mirror every week. We would watch and feel as my belly got bigger and rounder and riper,” Bow demonstrated by grabbing Shy’s tummy with a hand, gripping and massaging what little fat she had there with reverence. “And my breasties grew and swelled up with warm, creamy milk.” Bow closed a massive hand around Shy’s breast and squeezed for emphasis, making Shy double over where she sat. She couldn’t escape his fingers toying with her puffy nipple. “It was amazing. To watch myself grow naughtier and naughtier, turning into a cradle for Dashie’s every need. You wanna be like that too one day?”

     Shy squirmed in place, legs twitching and clenching, helplessly stranded on a pillar of rock hard meat that she was still swallowing somehow, while having her most womanly parts toyed with so deliciously. She looked up into Windy’s eyes, biting her lip, and managed to squeak out. “Yes…”

     Zephyr looked at Dash, who had buried her blushing face into both her hands, and couldn’t help but flatly remark. “Your folks are actually crazy, right?”

     “Weren’t you saying how much you loved my tits or something? She deflected.

     “Indeed I was!” Snapped back to attention, he casually reached out and squeezed what little fat he could fit in his palms. Dash gasped in timid frustration, but Zephyr’s fingers were gentle.Despite herself, pleasant tingles sprang from her mini mammaries.

     “Your mom, Flutters, their chests are great too. But there’s something obvious about them. They’re big and loud. Like moi. Yours remind me of our family, actually; Small, cute, unassuming, looking like they’re trying to hide,” Zephyr leaned in very close. His hot breath rolled over her chest and the nipples stiffened before his eyes. “But you know what’s really hot about them?”

     It took all of Rainbow’s will to not stammer her reply like a needy idiot. “What?”

     “I bet they’re so sensitive you’ll be begging for a dick before my mom does,” He nodded at his parents. Mrs Shy had stopped kissing and was openly staring at her hand sliding up and down Mr Shy’s cock,  gazing in wonder at every droplet of pre that stickied her fingers. While distracted, Dash didn’t notice Zephyr hunching down until one of her tits vanished into his mouth.

     Rainbow hated it when Zeph was right. At the first suckle she felt the strength leave her back,  dropping her completely on the ground. She was just lucky the Shys kept everything so clean. Zephyr followed and settled himself on top of her, still lathering her teat with kisses and licks. It felt like he weighed ten thousand pounds, almost like her breast was a direct tap into her strength. The more pleasure his swirling tongue wrapped her in, the more strength he siphoned up into himself. He looked at her and waggled his eyebrows knowingly, then changed nipples. Dash hissed when she felt his teeth barely graze her. She clenched her thighs in the hopes he wouldn’t see how much she just squirted.

     “The other best part,” he said, rising slightly to knead both breasts. Dash couldn’t do anything but grit her teeth and listen. “Is these actually do jiggle, just slightly. But a pony has to be worthy enough to see ‘em up close. Like I am,” With fingers on each side he flicked her chest, and she shuddered as it jiggled almost obediently for his pleasure. Why couldn’t puberty have ignored her completely, darn it? He returned to suckling, transferring with  hickey-leaving pops every few seconds to make sure both sides were revered evenly. Both her nipples burned amazingly. The want inside of her kindled and swelled.

     The potion let her feel the confidence brimming in every motion Zephyr made. It glowed all around her gut like a golden light. A childlike wonder that he was managing so well. That he was making her feel this way. For so long he had wanted to impress her, but it wasn’t until now that he could hear the sweetness in her moans or feel her body react under his touch. He was finally someone who could make her feel the same way he dreamed of making her feel in his most perverted, desperate of dreams. Even if it was thanks to a potion, Zeph couldn’t help but feel happy. Having every single note of such simple, stupid, boyish joy pumped into her head was all too much for Dash's brain.

     “Just fuck me, Zeph,” she said, spreading her thighs wide.

     Zephyr blushed around her breast and his eyebrows shot into the sky. “Really?!” he mumbled directly into the mound, teasing a moan out of Rainbow’s throat. She forced a nod and he quickly detached himself. He crawled up her body, all but thrumming with giddy anticipation, until they were eye level with each other. She couldn’t see it, but his cock dragged along her inner thigh, leaving a trail of pre in its wake, until it was right between her legs. His hips slowly shifted until they were lined up properly.

     You do know…” Rainbow managed with what felt like the last of her sanity. “As soon as this potion wears off, I’m going to kill you,”

     Surprisingly, acceptance rolled off of the connection. His cock throbbed into her clit. “So I should stop is what you’re saying?”

     All at once Rainbow’s strength was back, and she used it to wrap her legs around his ass, trapping him between powerful ropes of coiled muscle. A sharp tug forced his dick inside her warm tunnel. She shivered as he slid right in like a dream, and grunted when their hips met with a wet smack. Zephyr froze as sudden white hot pride thundered through their link. Only a second had passed, and his virginity was gone. Rainbow pulled him down for a quick kiss, sucking his tongue right out of his stunned mouth. It tasted sweet. Her hips twisted one way, then rolled the other, savouring the achingly solid rod that was finally filling her. He wasn’t very big, but she didn’t need a big one to scratch the itch boiling within. Her walls pumped him like a sopping, fleshy vice. Every time his length twitched it seemed to tickle another one of her velvety sweet spots, sending almost painfully sweet pleasure fanning out from her tunnel. She quickly longed for more. Needed more. Thankfully, Zephyr caught on fast. His hands ran through her mess of a mane and pulled her head to one side, his lips peppered her exposed collar bone with wet kisses, and his hips started bucking into her. Dash let herself moan like a whore to make sure Zephyr knew: It was so good to fuck again.


***


     Over on the couch, the feeling of being surrounded by so many rutting ponies, including her own children, finally broke little Mrs Shy. She clambered on top of her husband, moving his cock to her cunt with her messy pre-soaked hand. She only stopped when he reached up and cupped her cheeks, easing her into looking at him.

     “You could hurt yourself,” he said slowly. She abruptly stopped herself. He was right. She had somehow forgotten how thick his cock was. Her fingers could barely close around the thing. He smiled when she noticed. “Just take it slowly, ok?”

     Mrs Shy nodded, and very carefully she began to sit down. His head touched her slit and that alone was enough to make her shake. It was warm.

     Mr Shy closed his eyes and sighed. “Easy now. E-easy.

     She applied more pressure. The monster pressed up and she could feel herself begin to part. Her hole widened and widened, forcing a tense sigh from her lips, until it suddenly swallowed her husband’s cockhead with a sticky sounding slurp. She jumped, her mouth barely able take in air. Mr Shy held her hips to keep her steady, she didn’t know he could grip that hard, and they both began to slide her down.

     His inches steadily began to sink inside. She felt as if she was being stuffed. Her body squeezed around the intruder, but only managed to pull more of it in with an inviting, squelchy sound. He vanished into her with shockingly little resistance. She blushed and squirmed, contemplating just how much lubrication she was making to help him manage that. She couldn’t believe there was no pain whatsoever. Her cunt wrapped around him like a custom made glove, always stretched to the edge of comfort, but like it was built specifically to cling to him. She was aware of every part of him inside.There was this eternal, gentle feeling to his cock, even in his engorged state, that was almost cozy, and every inch made her throb with a sense of… satisfaction. He finally hilted inside her, and his heavy balls touched her butt.

That’s where Flutters and Zephy came from. She thought sadly. To think she could’ve made her children this way all along. Being one with her beloved husband.

     “Dear… you’re crying,” Mr Shy said, his tone trembling.

     Mr Shy looked down to see tears leaving droplets on her massive chest. Her vision blurred as even more liquid sprang up and she wrapped her lover in a body crushing hug. His body squished and melted into her. “It’s just… good,” she blubbered, rocking on his cock to let her know what she meant. “It’s so… so good, and I’m sorry,”

     He didn’t speak at first. Her husband was never a good talker. Instead, he answered the only way he needed to. He returned the hug with a gentle, tender smile. They enjoyed the feelings of their crotches embracing for several long moments, soaking in each other's warmth and the sounds of their children fucking before he finally spoke.

     “It gets better,” he whispered before thrusting his hips into her. His head nudged her deep inside, making her yelp and cling tighter. Again there was no pain. It was more like a surprisingly hot kiss to a place she didn’t know she had. She let her body relax on the next thrust. Her body jiggled and slid up, almost leaving his cock. Her cunt howled in despair, feeling impossibly empty already. She battled her timidness and shame for a split second, but she needed another taste, and sat down as hard as she could. Just stretching around his girth again made her squeal in indulgent delight. Already her body was becoming a slave to the comfort of his wonderfully fat cock. His thick medial ring bulged in excitement, groping her walls and making her explode into whimpering twitches of joy. His balls churned against her, and her womb screamed knowing it had a lot of lost breeding to make up for. A breathless routine of bouncing up and down formed almost immediately. She moved as fast as she could to keep the amount of time she spent without his cock as low as possible. Soon, she could time each bounce with the adorable squeaks her husband was making. Pain finally came from just how fast her titties were soon bobbing. Not that she cared. Mr Shy was looking at her, was filling her to bursting, and so she felt like the sexiest, bravest mare who ever lived.


***


     Windy was feeling especially left out right now. Every mare had a good cock inside them but her. Her cunt scowled at her and she could only shrug helplessly at it.

     “What do you want me to do? Everyone else deserves their turns too,”

     “Honey…” said Bow in a tight voice. He wasn’t angry, he was just breeding the hell out of a tight young mare. Who wouldn’t be strained? “You’re talking to your pussy again,”

     Windy looked up. So she was! Fluttershy had reached the part of any Bow fuck where words and even thoughts couldn’t be formed anymore. You became little more than a juicy, mare shaped cocksock for him. It sucked looking at Fluttershy’s vacant look of paradise, knowing that it would normally be herself being rutted into senselessness. However, Windy had to remain steadfast…

     That was her last thought before grabbing Shy’s mane and forcing it into her crotch. The mare was, of course, unresponsive. She shot a desperate look at her hubby, who rolled his eyes and gave Fluttershy a spank on her ass.

     “Make her cum or I stop,” he said. It was the biggest lie Windy ever heard, but it was a sign of unshakeable love that he sounded so convincing.

     His words must have reached the butter coloured pegasus because her tongue completely vanished inside Windy’s pussy, and her muzzle latched on to suck the entire area like a vampire bat draining juice from a fruit. It wasn’t a cock, but it was the next best thing for her lonely cunt. Windy made sure she was loud. Bow loved it when she screamed. With how sensitive she was feeling, it didn’t take Fluttershy’s work long to whip her into a frenzy as she fucked the young mare’s face and drenched her in mare-cum.


***


     “M-more, Zeph… dammit…”

.     The sound made Zephyr redouble his efforts. Hearing Rainbows’ raspy voice shudder hotly in his ear dispelled all the aches and pains that had been growing in his hips and he jackhammered her harder and harder into the carpet. Rainbow answered with happy little sounds that sounded dangerously close to squeaks. Her mane smelled sweaty and feminine and like Zap-apple shampoo and he loved it. He loved everything. He loved her nails digging angry red marks down his back. He loved how her tits and pussy and lips were all so soft while the rest of her could crush him in seconds like the wimp he was. He loved how his little cock was dragging this powerful mare towards a climax and there was nothing either pony could do to stop themselves.

     “Rainbows… I’m close,” he said into her ear.

     Rainbow glared at him. Affection, panic, and maybe something closer to love and hatred all danced in her beautiful stare, and she kissed him deep. Her pussy constricted urgently, milking him from base to tip as desperately as she could.

     “F-fuck. Someone’s got a need,” Zephyr grinned. He lasted a few extra seconds then let his release roll over him. His whole body seized against her, and thick globs of seed pulsed from his cock to be gobbled up by the depths cumming mare.

     “That’s the shit,” Rainbow hissed with a toothy, shark like smile. Her hips felt like they were rhythmically draining him for every last drop he could make. Zephyr could vaguely tell the same was happening all around him.

     Mr Shy grabbed huge handfuls of his wife’s rear and pulled her down tight, sealing his cock inside while his balls started to empty an immense load into her. Mrs Shy panted and wiggled and gripped her lover's back as her once pristine insides were plastered with ropey jets of cream for the first time. The warmth boiled her brain and throbbed all up her tunnel. It was unbelievably good. She mumbled incoherently,  her pussy constricting on its own to slurp the deliciously thick seed right up into her womb. Where it belongs. she thought with an obscene smile. She gasped and rubbed her tummy protectively every time his massive cock pumped a hot new batch into her. Only a few little drops managed to escape, trickling down Mr Shy's balls to stain the carpet, a constant reminder of the couple’s first ever fuck. 

     Windy was happy just to get a release, pounding the couch in delight and laughing uproariously while she drenched Shy’s broken little face. Bow pulled out and dumped his batter in messy spurts all up Shy’s back and mane, marking her with boiling streaks of white while her own cunt clenched and spasmed around a cock that was no longer there, drooling endless fluid onto the couch beneath.

     Everyone fell in exhaustion at the same time Zephyr did, falling on their partners, Zeph and his dad still sheathed inside their lovers even as they slowly softened. It seemed that everyone’s satiation had been tied to Zephyr’s own. No one would have stopped feeling horny until he did. Well, he hoped at least they could all feel nice and content now, since Zeph had never felt that good in his life. The various other voices in Zephyr’s head were distantly screaming out warnings and suggesting he start penning their his last will and testament, even warning him that if he fell asleep in that moment he might never wake back up, but Zephyr didn’t care. Rainbow’s arms were so inviting. He felt safe and at peace being wrapped in their strength. Her legs still kept their hips pressed together. Maybe she was taking some comfort from him too.

Zephyr chose to focus on the positives, even as he fell into a deep, happy sleep.


***


     Zecora opened her eyes and stretched. She felt slightly thirsty, but a comfortable feeling of laziness was keeping her glued to her bedroll, and she decided that tea could wait for now. She would’ve been content just lying there for the hours yet to come, but as she looked to the side and saw the first rays of daylight peeking in through the windows, and knew that even so, she couldn’t just lay there. Thankfully her internal clock was back to normal after her nocturnal haunt of a few nights prior. It was complacency more than actual tiredness that kept her longing for the quit so tightly wrapped around her body. Yes, complacency. For she had completed her tasks masterfully, and had no loose ends to tie up. Yes, her tea could wait. She looked over at her kettle, and the mortar and pestle she kept just beside it. A single pink flower hung over the edge of her workbench. A Carnal Carnation to be precise.

     Then a nagging feeling pressed in the back of her mind. The Carnal Carnation was a flower used in countless tonics; from erectile dysfunction cures to fertility supplements. Why in Equestria would it’s presence bother her so? She looked over at the door. It still hung at a slightly odd angle. She recalled the braggart who had broken it like a bad dream resurfacing. Zephyr Breeze. She wondered if his family had at least appreciated her-

     Zecora sat straight up in bed.

      That Carnation, I get the picture. Perhaps… did I leave it out of the mixture? She thought in a panic. When prepared for that specific potion, the essence of Carnal Carnation acted as an absorptive buffer to keep the more... lewd feelings of the flesh from being transmitted along with more pure emotions. If she had, by some small chance, left it out of her preparations by accident then…

    She scrambled out of bed, not bothering to throw anything around her naked body. She dove her face and hands into a clay storage pot and fished out a vial of silvery liquid. She was probably worrying about nothing, but just in case.

      I was too tired, that fool is to blame. I should not feel one iota of shame. She rationalized. She heard distant thunder. No, she heard a sonic boom.

     Just then her door slammed open again. This time the door left its damaged hinges completely. It cartwheeled through the air and almost decapitated the zebra before smashing into the far wall, scattering potion ingredients to the four winds. Zecora blinked once against an explosion of wind, and Rainbow Dash was suddenly standing in front of her.

     “‘Sup, Z,” Rainbow said casually. The mare wasn’t smiling. Zecora’s blood ran cold.

     “Rainbow Dash, what a pleasant surprise. It’s been too long and you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Zecora tried to say genially. Dash didn’t respond.

    Rainbow started to walk forwards. Something about her posture and blank expression screamed at Zecora to back away from her, but the pegasus kept coming.

     “Is something the matter? How do you feel? Is it something that perhaps I can heal?” Zecora asked. At first she thought she wasn’t going to get an answer again, then Dash spoke.

     “I was just at Fluttershy’s parents’ house,” she said flatly.

     That didn’t sound good. Zecora opened her mouth but Rainbow talked over her.

     “Zeph was really happy with how his gift turned out, by the way”

     “Truly?”

     “I dunno. He’s still unconscious,” Rainbow shrugged and cracked her neck to one side. The ugly sound echoed inside the hut. “He said the gift came from you,”

     “Now, Rainbow Dash. It’s not what you think,” Zecora spluttered and held the vial of potion in front of her. “If you fear pregnancy then this you should drink,”

     “Oh hey, thanks.” Quicker than thought, Rainbow snatched the potion from Zecora’s fingers and pocketed it without breaking stride. She walked ever forwards. Her steps as methodically slow as her pet tortoise, but forwards all the same.

      “Again my friend, I know that you’re mad,” Zecora felt her back touch the far end of her cabin. There was nowhere left to go. “Surely though, it wasn’t all that-” Zecora bit her tongue to stop herself. She jumped as Rainbow slammed a hand into the wall next to her head.

     The more fiery shades of Dash’s mane hung over her eyes. Yellow and orange and red. “Finish the rhyme,” she said with a tone like cold fire.

     Zecora worked her mouth several times to build up saliva before she could talk. “It wasn’t all that…. bad?”

     Deathly silence fell, and Rainbow smiled. She had a fond expression on her face, like someone remembering a pleasant memory. For a second Zecora thought she was safe, before she caught a glimpse of the eyes behind Dash’s fringe. They were a pair of poisonous pits.

     “You know, Z. I wonder something,” Rainbow said as she leaned in close. “Zebras. Do you think they scream in rhyme too?”