When Fluttershy has a problem, neither she nor Twilight have any idea what to do, until a risqué new establishment is brought to their attention in Manehattan.
When Fluttershy has a problem, neither she nor Twilight have any idea what to do, until a risqué new establishment is brought to their attention in Manehattan. But what's going to happen when they do their job a little too well?
Disclaimer: Rated P for PLOT
This is a (slightly) plotful clop. World-building and adventurism may ensue. If you’re reading for a fic with a fast fuck, then this may not be the story for you.
Reader’s discretion advised.
Warnings: This story maywill contain incest, light (and heavy) petting, light bondage, stallion on mare oral, stallion on mare vaginal, penetration, mare on mare, sleep sex, questionable consent, and straight missionary sex between a loving couple for the sole purpose of procreation ( ).
Thine body hath been warned.
Written for the Incest is Wincest writing challenge of April 2019
Fluttershy felt her body. It was taught, everything about her felt stiff. She struggled to breath, every gasp coming in desperate short pants. Her insides twisted and coiled, like an over-tight spring, screaming at her for their eventual, needful, blissful release.
There was nothing. Nothing else mattered to her, but what her body wanted. It was screaming at her—begging her—lusting for nothing more than the loving touch of a stallion, and for him to fill her, quench her thirst with the hot, soothing, touch of his creamy white bliss.
She could feel her wings stretching out over her back. Almost painful to the touch, they twitched in the cool air of Twilight’s personal study, shuddering with each convulsion that trailed all the way up her spine, through her neck, and right to the tips of her mane and tail.
Her lips were parted ever so slightly from the probing long object, revealing her sensitive insides to the cool air of Twilight’s study. She bit her lip, and her voice came out in a low, wanton, needy moan, like the sound an animal would make when they, too, were in need of her special attention.
“Ooooh... P-please, Twilight—” She bucked her hips back—the first involuntary, the second intentional as she felt her puss lips kiss the shaft, pressing deeper by barely an inch before Twilight’s firm hooves stopped she.
“Sh-ssssh...” There was the slight tingling, that caused Fluttershy’s breath to catch, and her hips to hike up a notch as Twilight trailed both hooves over her flank, stroking them in a soothing, gentle, stroking motion—one she hoped would help—but to Fluttershy she only felt her need growing. “Just relax, Fluttershy. It’s okay, it’s almost over,” she cooed.
She could only respond with a gentle whimper.
Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship and all around too good of a friend—at least if you asked her—leaned away from her friend’s nethers to finish her inspection. She removed her goggles, wiping the sticky secretions off with a wet towel, and made a mental note to take a shower, a long, hot shower—perhaps with friends—as she did a final pass over her notes.
“Okay.” Twilight squeaked with a definitive tap of her hoof. With her other, she tapped her chin and nibbled at the end of the thermometer she’d just removed from Fluttershy’s... undercarriage. All things considered, the taste was quite sweet, more so than Rainbow Dash, at least. “And you tell me that the cooler didn’t work?”
Fluttershy hesitated. Her face flushed a slightly deeper tinge of red as her ears pinned back. “N-n-no...” She eventually said. Her voice was barely a whisper. Although they were together in Twilight’s personal study, she was still at least a little weary about coming out with her situation.
It took all of Angel’s convincing, and a swift kick to boot, to just get her to leave her cottage to come over her.
Fluttershy gulped, and eventually added: “I-I tried everything, Twilight, th-the burning just won’t stop.” She tentatively lowed her behind, stifling a gasp as the cool crystal floor came into contact with her wet and sensitive—uh—sensitive bits. “I—ah—” she gasped, “I-I think I broke your dildo, too...”
Glancing over to Twilight, the Princess didn’t seem to have noticed the last bit. She was still frowning as she pored over her notes. “I see... I see...” She nodded, her frown deepening as her eyes trailed further and further down the long list of symptoms. Her eyes didn’t leave the page, instead her voice following perfectly, unwavering from the scientific method. “And did you try anything else?”
“Well, um...” Fluttershy’s face burned anew, as her memories shot back to that morning, of how she’d first ridden the dildo to its limits, exhausted the supply of fake cum, lube, and then her special ‘mayonnaise’ stash. She couldn’t well said she’d tried anything less than everything. “W-Well... I asked Zecora first, but her hoof wouldn’t fit...”
Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, and by all accounts too good of a friend for her own good, did not bat an eyelid. It did twitch though. “I see.” She dropped her clipboard, and before it could hit the ground, a flash of magenta magic sent it on a one-way trip to the garbage room for incineration—by the gods, Spike had better not read it when he does. “Fluttershy,” said, with utter conviction as she turned to look ‘Shy in the eye. “I can say, with absolute certainty, that your estrus, right now, is possibly the single worst case of heat that I have ever encountered, and possibly ever will encounter.”
“Eep,” Fluttershy let out a tiny squeal—one that quickly turned into a needy whine as her heat reinforced its will upon her body. “B-But—I can’t be that bad!” she cried, “Isn’t there anything you can do? Any spell? Something!?”
Sadly, Twilight shook her head. “You are leaking on my floor.” Twilight gestured, Fluttershy blushed and paddled a few inches to the lift—an act that only seemed to make the problem worse as she trailed a puddle of slime all the way. The worst part is she couldn’t even ask Spike to clean it up, not again after the situation with Rarity. She had to clean it up herself and just the thought of it made her migraines come back.
“You are beyond science.
“You are beyond magic, Fluttershy, I didn’t even believe it was physically possible for a mare to edge this fucking long. If there was an Olympics for not cumming on time you would have every fucking medal on the roster.”
Tears welled in the corners of Fluttershy’s eyes. She gasped, her pussy clenched, sucking in and clamping down on the imaginary stallionhood that the floor did not have. “But there has to be something, Twilight!” she begged. Fluttershy threw herself at Twilight’s hooves, clasping at them like a foal to her mother crying for that dear candy in the supermarket. “Pleeeeaaaaase! I’m dying from this heat. I’d do anything!”
Twilight was knocked off balance, and she wobbled in places as she struggled to extricate herself from Fluttershy’s choke-hold without looking directly in her—Oh Celestia. Her eyes grazed over Fluttershy, and she caught the shortest glimpse of her dear buttery friend, eyes watery, lip quivering, ears folded back like a vulnerable puppy. It was like a stab to the heart, and it took all of her trained conviction not to give in. “You know how mares in heat are, Fluttershy, you have to wait and it will run its cour—“
“Pleeeeassssssss...!”
Fluttershy’s stare hit like a ton of bricks, a piano, potted plant, and an anvil, in that order. Twilight could feel her faculties breaking down by the millisecond—her poly-dimensional calculus was already slipping away through the tips of her hooves. “I—Uh—A—There is one thing, but I don’t really think it’s a very scientif—“
“TELL ME”
Twilight cast out a ray of her magic. She scanned the multiple bookshelves around her for the object she desired. A tendril of her essence snaked past every tome, scanned the corridors of her castle, before a single newspaper cut-out appeared in a flash from the bottom of a cardboard box beneath Spike’s bed—if anyone found it, she had her scapegoat—“The-This—“ She levitated the scrap of paper out in front her in a wavering magical glow.
Fluttershy snatched it out of the air and began poring over the words voraciously. It was all in Unicornic, but Twilight very helpfully offered her explanation.
“M-Manehattan has this new facility. They offer ‘special treatment’ to mares with your type of affliction, no records and no questions asked. As a Princess of Friendship—ponies have kind of assumed I’m the Princess of ‘Relationships’”—her air-quotes practically dripped with contempt—“I’m required to visit them sometime this month to ensure they are safe for operation, but I could t—”
“Take me.” Fluttershy whispered.
“—Take you with, yes.” Twilight nodded. “If you can manage just a few more days I can make t—“
“Now.”
Twilight gulped. She forced a grin on her face as she pulled herself away from Fluttershy, stuttering as she went. “... I-I’ll go pack my bags then!”
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A furious clomp, clomp, clomp, and a slap, slap, slap, then a loud slam, smash, and crash, announced the arrival of the deafening slam, as the aging dark oak wooded door of apartment 8B was blasted halfway out of its hinges, and through that door stepped—I say stepped, but it was more of a tactical retreat under the hellfire of a woman’s rage—a tall, pale-yellow pegasus with a smug-ish smirk, ratty disgusting man-bun of a mane, and the off-kilter topping of a broken lampshade.
Zephyr Breeze stumbled backwards, flailing over his own hooves as he ducked to avoid the flying shrapnel. An electric toothbrush just grazed his ears, leaving a visible red mark as it buzzed along its trajectory. A pillow—laden with bricks—left its indention in the back wall and the neighbours’ apartment. “Baby, baby, Flutterbutter, my deary Sherry Squeeze, honeybear!” He truly spared her no expense. “Please just let me expl—” He was cut off as a heavy-set leather Minotaurian suitcase flew out of the apartment and slammed directly into his face, flooring Zephyr instantly.
“Get you of my sight!” A mare’s voice screamed, and a petite Pegasus mare—pink coat with a soft lavender mane, and glare that could cut through hardened steel. “I want you out of my sight” she screamed. “I don’t want you coming anywhere near me, my family, or out kids ever again!”
“But baby!” With a heavy and a groan, Zephyr managed to dislodge the suitcase from his face long enough to flop onto his back. With practiced precision, he assumed the position—hoof to chest, one knee on the ground, and the other reaching out to his beloved Clementine to ask her forgiveness. With the addition of the puppy dog eyes and a pouting lip, his act was complete. Zephyr reached for her hoof. “How was I supposed to know she wasn’t actually eighteen!?”
Clementines’ face contorted into a display of absolute disgust. Her gasp was near imperceptible under the volatile frothing of her imminent rage. “FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE”
She slammed the door.
In his face.
There was the led clatter of metal as several locks were slid into place, then the angry clomp, clomp, clomp, and the screeching as something was dragged across the wooden floors inside. Finally the door swung open with a creek. A large chest was deposited outside in the passage, along with several magazines, hairstyling products, and sprays—cans that clattered and rattled loudly across the floor—and then the door was shut and locked once more, for the final time.
The lantern outside was flicked off. Darkness descended on the apartment block as Zephyr was left standing out in the open, alone, with nothing but his eight-pound trunk, and several thousand bits worth of hair care products.
Oh, and the adult magazines. At least he had those.
Zephyr took a moment to take in the situation. Sure, it seemed bad, it always did. He turned down to inspect his scattered belonging, choosing first to pick up the old—now slightly dented but still okay—Minotaurian suitcase. The shop keepers told him it was made from real minotaur skin, though now it was becoming clear that wasn’t true judging by how easily his teeth had cut through the supposedly ‘indestructible’ leather hide.
He righted the suitcase beside the trunk and began gathering up the magazines, beginning with all the smut and then moving on to the more casual vanilla anal stories.
Sure, she was mad. Sure, she had reason to be. Sure, he miiiight be on a few government watch lists, but what was a silly little felon between soulmate?
He set down the anal stories beside the smut and began picking up the incest fiction, by far the largest books among the lot. It took both hooves, and a great deal of grunting just to get the first one not to stick to the floor.
And she did say she was eighteen, just...she’d missed her grown spurt, and the school uniform was just a— Zephyr facehoofed. “...I totally messed up, didn’t I?”
Yes, nopony in particular replied.
His ears pricked to the low, echoing creak of another door slamming shut further up the hall. In the distance, ponies’ voices were heard whispering from within their own little cubicles, and a television thrust to life through the ceiling above.
Zephyr took a deep breath, held it in, and let out a long, pained, groan. “Uuuuuhhhh...” He slumped against his chest, dislodging the stacks of smut, and pushed his head between his hooves as he pushed out the longest, most pathetic moan in his life.
This was the low point. “Ffffuuuu...” His voice trailed off, as Zephyr recovered his composure, though only slightly. His ears flicked back and then forward as he turned to his old friends—the magazine. “Nooo problem,” his voice only slightly higher than he would be comfortable with other ponies hearing. “I’ve been through this before.” He breathed, and turned to the first page of the porn mag. “Last time I had dear older sis’ to help me, but this time I’m my own stallion now!
All I need to do was find a new job—” He mentally scribbled ‘bone the secretary...s daughter’ off the list of things to do, and promptly added a big old NOT at the top of that list.
Zephyr stuck his nose in between the musty old pages, scanning every word—which was, surprisingly, very little—so instead he diverted his attention to the adverts on the back of the cover. “No...” Her hummed to himself, “What is there that I can do with a Doctorate in—” he whipped his scrubby mane, dislodging the lamp shade in the progress—“Fabulous mane styles?”
The obvious choice was to cut ponies’ hair, though it was unfortunate that they had to ban him from every barber shot, stylist, and boutique in the northern hemisphere. Apparently ponies don’t like being told what their mane looks like.
Teaching was also out of consideration, for obvious reasons.
Thus that left only a few options.
He flipped the page over to check the wanted ads, grazing past the ones that were simply for ‘bone buddies’ and ‘cuddle cuthulus’ and instead focused on the established names: Stallionley Wells, Assly Maredison, Pornbarn and... He shivered. Equestria Daily.
That last one was way out of his league, which means only one thing...
“Welp.” Zephyr slammed the book shut and took a stand. “Looks like I’m going t’ be a porn star!”
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The building was tall and foreboding. With tall black walls and pointed dark archways the likes of which even King Sombra would get his rocks on to behold, it was nothing short of a spectacle to behold, a blight against the landscape of Manehattan, and an affront to the pharmacy and children’s hospital that saddled it on both sides—left and right respectively.
There were no visible windows—at least as far as Twilight could tell, there weren’t—and any signs otherwise had been so thoroughly painted over she could have sworn whoever must have done it must have just taken a hose to the walls and called that the day.
But that wasn’t what had her attention—well, it did for a bit, but something else had so thoroughly drawn her eye that it was practically impossible not to notice the building, and utterly incomprehensible of how anypony could have even approved of this abomination.
She checked the address on her notes, double-checked it, and even asked a passing stallion on the way, and everything seemed to point to this same location.
Even still, she was having a hard time grasping the concept. That this. No, this. This building, the one with black walls, red curtains, and the undeniable smell of something wafting from the doorframe—the one that she could described as the utter, unfiltered, visual-audio assault of her senses could possibly be a ‘Mare ‘Till Health Institute’.
It just wasn’t possible. No clinic look like this, and no clinic would ever have its name emblazoned in burning yellow-and-gold neon lettering across its façade like a common whorse house. And it certainly didn’t need the incandescent blue stallion cock flaring from the top of the ‘Y’ in ‘Assley Maredison’ to stretch all the way to kiss the bottom of the last ‘n’ at the farthest corner of the building.
At the very least, they could have made it anatomically accurate—maybe more detail on the flared head, she didn’t know, it was a bucking neon dick on the wall for Celestia’s sake!
Every two the front door inside would revolve and a new stallion would come trotting out with a box of various objects balanced precariously on his back. Some of them were sporting moustaches and some particularly handsome sets of leather chaps, others had cowboy hats, and at one point a stallion covered head to toe in loin cloths trotted directly between herself and Fluttershy like it was a perfectly normal thing to do.
They both waited for the last stallion to be out of earshot before Twilight finally spoke up.
“...well,” she said. Twilight smacked her lips. She continued staring at the sign—seriously, the shape of that thing is not even close. A kindergartener could draw a better prick than that. “This is... Not quite what I expected.”
She eventually tore her eyes from the sign. There was no reason to every look at it ever again. There was no reason to. It was burned into her retinas. She will see that dick for the rest of her life, every time she closed her eyes, or even blinked. It might even haunt her in her nightmares.
Twilight blinked.
A shiver ran up her spine as she retched at the memory of the image.
“I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I honestly thought this was going to be a more legitimate establishment.”
Looking to Fluttershy, the mare seemed to be frozen in shock. Her face was flushed red, and she hadn’t moved a muscle since they’d come around the corner. The mare was like a statue, the only sound to be heard was her panicked breathing, and the sound of her pupils constructing into tiny pinpricks was almost deafening to her ears.
Twilight reached across, continuing as she began to usher Fluttershy away. “I’m really, really, sorry this didn’t work out the way it was supposed to”—At first Fluttershy didn’t seem to move. Her right hoof lifted but she was hesitant—“I promise, as soon as we get back to Ponyville I’ll start looking through my books again to—”
Fluttershy jolted back to attention. She blinked and her ears splayed back. She pushed against Twilight, shoving a hoof in her face as she cried. “Wait!” She squealed, then quickly recoiled back using her mane as cover to regain her usual unsure self. She blushed deeply beneath the pink locks as she quietly whispered. “I... I—I-K-Kind of want to go inside,” she said.
“Y-You do?” Starlight stared incredulously. She blinked, and the cock quickly flashed across her face in ultraviolet. “Aahhh!” She buried her face in her hooves to hide from the monstrosity, which only seemed to exasperate the problem, so she was forced to ignore it and put on a half smile as she turned back to Fluttershy. “I mean—” she coughed “Seriously!?”
Fluttershy nodded. “Y-Yeah—” Her face was starting to look like an over-ripened tomato, to the point that Twilight could have sworn she saw the stem—or maybe it was sweat, it was hard to tell with the amount of fidgeting the pegasus seemed to be doing. “I mean, y-You have to review it, right?” As-As a princess?”
“...”
Twilight dared one more look at the building, and they both stepped aside to let a mare past. Twilight bit her lip as several stacked layers of latex fabric passed between their eyes, and then a tall, nervous-looking stallion trotted after draped in a thick black shower curtain. Fluttershy’s eyes followed after him as he passed.
“It’s not that type of facility, Fluttershy,” Twilight said.
They both trotted aside where nopony else was likely to interrupt them, and Twilight leaned in closer next to Fluttershy so they both could whisper without being overhead. “Seriously, I don’t think I’m needed here. There’s nothing for me to ‘approve’ here. Brothels are permitted under the freedom of sex act, and I’m sure they’ve already gotten their license.”
“Oh, come on, Twilight,” Fluttershy pushed back, slightly more insistent. She leaned into the huddle, closing off the outside world as she put on the sad eyes. “Won’t you do it for me? Please?”
An added flutter saw Twilight’s heart begin to melt.
“I’m sorry, Fluttershy,” She squeezed her eyes shut—but quickly opened them again for previously discussed reasons. Now that is a pain worse than death. She just had to put up with the leser of two pains. It was either that, or this. “—but this place is not the kind of—“
As she shook her head, Fluttershy doubled down on the assault, biting her lip asn looking at Twilight with blurry eyes like she was ready to cry.
“No, no, no, no!” Twilight doubled down on her stance. She stamped her hoof as she recited her mantra. “No, no, no. I’m not falling for that again, Fluttershy. We are not going into a brothel just so you can sate your heated desires.” Fluttershy’s stare intensified. “A-And need I remind you that you’re in heat? If something goes wrong, I’m not going to be responsible for—“
Fluttershy added a little whine, lowering her ears as she let the tears shimmer and shake. Her bit lip began to tremble.
“—whatever happens to you.”
“Oh...” ‘Shy let up on the stare long enough to glance to her own hooves. Her face softened, and her eyes were hidden again behind her pink locks as she breather a long sigh f resignation. She scuffed at the ground and whispered, “I—I guess you’re right...”
Twilight let out a long breath, her back and muscles relaxing as the tension slowly left her. She hadn’t even realised she’d been holding her breath, and even now she could feel her heart palpitations acting up at the memory of Fluttershy’s cuteness onslaught. Any long, she assumed, and Equestria might just be down one princess. “Gooood...”
She dragged out the word, taking a moment to recollect herself. She set a hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder, steadying the mare’s shivers as she began to usher her away from this horrible place; this horrible place and that horrible—Twilight blinked. EUGHTtHTTEFNOIG
“I’m glad you could see it my way, Fluttershy. Now let’s go home and we caaann— “
Fluttershy suddenly dropped out from under her hoof. She tumbled to the ground, tripping Twilight as she clasped her hooves. “Oh, please-please-please-please, please, pleeeeasse take me, Twilight!” Fluttershy’s voice reverberated across the square as she cried out, screaming with pleading agony as he looked up at Twilight, tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks were red and her ears were splayed back as her massive blurry eyes tore into her soul.
“Fl-Fl-Fluttershy!?” Twilight blurted out. Her voice cracked and she instinctually ran a scan across the surroundings, her face burning bright red with embarrassment. Stallions and mares had just stopped to stare, and she could already make out the circle of ponies forming at the edges of her vision.
All this while, Fluttershy still continued to sob and cry at her hocks, as scene only made worse by the rising scent of a mare’s arousal wafting from her dear friend. “Twiiiiilight,” she whined between sobs.
Some of the stallions turned to their significant others and whispered into their ears, flashing a mischievous grin towards herself and Fluttershy. Some pumped their hooves in the air, and others gave the thumbs up gesture, all of which only served to make Twilight’s face turned an ever deeper shade of crimson. She couldn’t even close her eyes to hide away from the embarrassment, lest she face IT again.
“I-I—” She started backwards, dragging the slobbering mare along with her. She glanced left, then right, then left again, the panic only rising by every second she refused—“Ok—Okay, fine, fine!” Her defences crumbled like a castle of shortbread in the wake of an oncoming hurricane. She held out her hooves to placate the poor thing at her hooves. “I’ll do it, Fluttershy, you can stop now, please, please stop crying!”
Fluttershy’s sobs continued for a second, and then slowly diminished as her ears perked back up. Her back stiffened and, with hesitation, Fluttershy look back up to lock eyes with Twilight’s. She sniffled. “R-Really?”
A thin smile spread across her features. The tears still welled below her shimmering eyes, but the slow ebbed to a gentle trickle as Twilight gently nodded. “Y-Yes. We’ll do it—”
Fluttershy’s face lit up at the words and she leapt off the ground to pull Twilight into a massive hug.
“But!” Twilight held her off with a hoof. “We’re doing this for medical reasons. We go in, we go out. We’re not staying for any reason, and as soon as your estrus is resolved, we’re going back to Ponyville. Capiché?”
Fluttershy nodded. “Capt-Cumpth—Y-Yes, Twilight.”
Twilight kept her face stern for a moment. She looked Fluttershy up and down, then, eventually, she relaxed, letting out her own sigh of resignation. “Okay...” She turned around, waving for Fluttershy to follow her inside. “Fluttershy, you really need to stop hanging out with Rarity in those spa dates. She’s starting to rub off on you...”
‘Shy hummed her agreement as she followed behind. “Y-Yes Twilight...”
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The heat.
Oh the heat. Celestia, it was so unbearable. If anypony had told her it could get worse she would never have believed them.
Somehow the insides of Assley Maredison had this distinctive smell of a stallion’s musk. It wasn’t overtly noticeable, but enough to send her sense—and other anatomy—into a whole new wave of fervour. Whenever her care books had told her how bad it was when her animals would go into heat, how they would go so far as to hump nearly anything, including the sofa and her own legs, she’d questioned the legitimacy of the book.
I mean, how bad could it be?
The answer: Pretty fucking bad.
Right now if she saw anything—and if she could trust her nose because it was pretty dark in this place—anypony roughly phallic-shaped she’d hump the bit out of that thing and ask questions last.
It didn’t even help that she was currently stuck in a particularly precarious scenario: jammed into the middle of the swivelling entrance, shivering with her hooves clamped to the edges of the doorframe, her head inside, and her marehood on full display to the world on the other.
She felt herself wink, a rivulet of fluids splattering across her dock and flanks, and her insides a somersault. They twisted in on themselves, forming tight, hot, fiery like the depths of Tartarus that screamed at her for some kind of release. Any release.
At the same time the butterflies in her stomach were staging a haiku. Not a coupe, a haiku. Apparently they were already finish with the hostile takeover and were just cleaning up the spoils.
Her stomach wretched. “I—I—I don’t know about this, Twilight.” She swallowed the butterflies and squeezed her eyes shut, trying all her best to ignore the scent of several stallions—and sound of moaning in the distance, and that gently thump, thump, thump coming through the wall. “I-I changed my mind, I don’t want to—“Eeep!”
Something brushed against her flank, causing her entire body to stiffen. Fluttershy’s eyes shot open, and she looked all around her. The lobby, luckily was mostly empty, through the dim lights were making it hard to be certain. She blushed all the same.
“Uh-T-Twilight?”
Another motion and a soft tingling accompanied the tickling sensation of somepony moving her tail.
“Twilight!?” she repeated again, louder this time. “Is that you?”
The motions stopped for a second, then quickly resumed.
Fluttershy swallowed. Surely it had to be Twilight. What kind of pervert would come to accost a mare who’d gotten stuck in a revolving entrance? Certainly not the type to regularly visit a brothel, right—
A sharp poke and a shot of electricity ran up Fluttershy’s spine, causing her to squeal as she was forced through the entrance. She practically flew—for about an inch before Fluttershy face-planted directly into the plush carpet below.
“Sorry about that, Fluttershy...”
Twilight’s voice all out over her, and shy caught a glimpse of two purple legs straddle her on both sides as her face sunk deeper into the comforting embrace of the, admittedly sticky, welcome mat. She was hauled back to her hooves and made to stand beside a smiling Twilight—the princess levitating a bottle of lubricant paste in her magic as she looked Fluttershy up and down.
“I had to go get some gel from the convenience store, and when that didn’t work, well...” Her cheeks turned red and Fluttershy felt her own blush returning as she followed Twilight’s gaze up to her horn. Twilight licked a hoof and extinguished the last sparks of her spell, then did a quick once-over of her friend. “So...” She waved a hoof, and ‘Shy retracted behind her mane as she felt Twilight’s eyes scan over her body. “...What did you say earlier?”
“Um, uh...” The floor suddenly became very interesting—soft, red carpet with a slight speckle to it, with a slight spring to it that gave way beneath her frogs. It was nice, certainly a perfect fit for bedroom, or her grand-mare’s living room. Really, it could almost be put anywhere, except the bathroom. That was out of the question no doubt. “N-Nothing,” she squeaked, “Let’s just... get this over with.”
Fluttershy pushed back her mane, tentatively giving Twilight a smile as she began to inspect her surroundings. The reception area wasn’t large, quite the opposite, her cottage living room had more room than this.
There were couches and potted plants dotting the corners, with the incandescent haze of several blue and red glass gems that hang over them. One of them flickered and buzzed loudly, adding a shimmer of blue light to its surroundings.
The carpet, of course, led the way, parting off down two directions: a passage to the left, leading off... somewhere. The end of the passage was too dark to make out past the first few doors, though the sound of ponies’ moans and mare’s groans was more than enough to placate her curiosity—a tickle her interests.
Swallowing, Fluttershy steadied her breath and put her back to that passage, instead joining Twilight as they did their rounds, trotting down the soft carpets.
They both arrived together at the reception desk—a large phallic object that looked more at home in a shoebox under the bed than on public display, it practically commanded for any mare’s attention. From its mottled veins and its flared head that sunk into the soft carpet, to the stack of papers and potted plant that wobbled precariously atop the misshapen balls, the only words that could make their way through Fluttershy’s head—and her mouth, was. “...Wow.”
Twilight gave her that smirk—the one as if to say ‘I know, right?’ and she wiggled her eyebrows. Fluttershy almost gasped and she quickly covered her mouth to stifle the giggles as Twilight reach out and gave the bell three quick chimes.
Ting, ting, ting
Nothing at first.
She frowned and rung it again.
Ting-ting-ting
Still nothing.
Fluttershy licked her lips. “Um...” she squeaked. “Are we sure they’re—
“Yes, welcome!” A young mare popped up from behind the desk, sporting an unnaturally welcoming grin and a—Fluttershy could almost swear it was a slightly psychotic look in her eye. She almost jumped out of her skin, squealing as the mare leaned over the desk to greet both of them. “Sorry I’m so-so-so, so I’m late,” she said. With her left hoof, she began shuffling through the papers, using the other to straighten out her mane. She squinted and her muzzle scrunched up as she began reading from her page. “Welcome to Assley Maredison! Speciality in Sass, Ass, Crass, and Grass, where the mare’s dreams become more than a reality!”
She slammed the page down with a definitive slap against her dick desk, making the whole thing wobble and lurch. The other papers slid to the floor and the pot plant—Fluttershy watched it closely, still struggling to catch her breath and keep from having a heart attack—wobbled with a weighty threat.
The receptionist didn’t seem hardly as concerned as she hampered the desk’s movement with her upper weight and leaned across the desk. “How may I help you miss...” For the first time in the few second’s they’d been together, the mare laid eyes on her customers and immediately cut herself off with a gaps. “Princess Twilight Sparkle!” She faltered, almost falling off the dick. “Oh my Celest—” she gasped again, slapping her hooves over her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean t—”
She shook her head, further knocking more papers off the desk. “Y-You must be here for the inspection! I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, I-It’s my first day and...”
“Actually...” Twilight leaned back, albeit just enough to keep their noses from touching. For the rest of the way, she pushed the receptionist back into her own side of the desk with a hoof to the chest. She flicked an eye to Fluttershy, and the receptionist’s gaze followed—attention from both setting square on her. “...We’re here for her...”
The receptionist gasped oh. “Oh.” She blinked, then gave Fluttershy another, closer looked, and her ears lowered slightly—that’s not a good sign.
Fluttershy took as her queue to say something. “E-E-Eeeee—” She cowered behind her mane under the combined scrutiny.
The receptionist nodded, her face becoming deathly serious. “I see,” she said, and produced a stack of papers, a quill, and an inkwell from beneath the phallus—no idea where she keeps this stuff. “You can take care of the paperwork later. She’d going to need immediate attention—“ she said this with a wink to Fluttershy’s corner—“This is possible the worst case of hyper-sensitive estrologynocholysis I have ever seen.”
“You can tell that just by looking at her?”
“Princess,” she said, flatly. She levelled Twilight in her gaze and pressed the hoof with the quill into her chest as she said, “With all due respect, I can tell that just by smelling her. I’m quite surprised you hadn’t noticed.”
“Well,” Twilight’s eyes shot to Fluttershy for a split second, and then back to the receptionist. “She does work with animals...”
“No, no, no... Not that smell, the other smell. She’s stinking up the whole whore house, the entire building is practically reeking of sex!”
Fluttershy looked between the two mares. She leaned in close and reared up on the desk, whispering in her most urgent of. “Um, girls?”
“How are you even able to make such an assessment? You’re not even a physician!”
“I am too!” the receptionist shouted back. She crossed her hooves and gave a proud nod in Twilight’s direction, pointing to the wall of plaques hanging behind the dick—counter. Dick-counter. “We are an accredited institution.”
“And a horse house,” Twilight shot in jest.
“Um, girls?” Fluttershy interjected. She was promptly ignored as the receptionist nodded.
“And a horse house,” she said. “It’s on the sign.”
Twilight opened her mouth to object, but then the receptionist’s words sunk in giving her pause. She frowned in thought, rather choosing to proceed with a little more tact. She cautiously continued. “Uuuh... What sign?”
“The one out front. It’s underneath the dick. Did you seriously not see it?”
Twilight blinked. A shiver of revulsion ran all the way up her spine and she cringed. She also resigned her defeat. “...oh.”
“Twilight!” Fluttershy shouted, giving both mares a jolt. She caught Twilight’s eye, and the mare flinched.
Twilight’s ears pricked back as she locked eyes on a very much peeved Fluttershy and sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Oh, oh—” Her attention darted to the receptionist, to Fluttershy, and then back to the receptionist. ‘Shy began rapping her hooves against the misshapen counted. “Right, right,” she nodded, “H-How much is this going to take? To, um”—She swallowed—“To help my friend?”
“For you?” the receptionist’s eyebrows rose. She nibbled the end of her quill in thought. “Mmm... Nothing.” She then pointed to Fluttershy with the other end of the feather, sending a splattering of ink all the way across her stack of papers. “For her: it’s about an afternoon. You can leave her with us and pick her up in an hour.” She quickly scribbled a few details down on top page from her stack, and shifted it across the phallic table, rotating it as she did so to let Twilight read over the details of the contract. As she did so, she fluttered her eyes, musing with a sultry smirk. “That’s juusst enough time to consider us for approval as a medical institute.” With the other hoof, she slid a stack of bits across the desk to rest beside the page, just close enough to be within the Princess’ field of view.
Twilight remained expressionless, watching with bemusement as the money pushed well past her side of the desk. She lifted the page in her magic, just moving it out of the way as the bits slid down the slope, teetered, clattered, and rolled to the ground at her hooves, where she promptly ignored them. “...I’ll consider it,” she said. Twilight promptly scribbled her signature on the page and handed it across the desk—sans any royal decrees, and turned to her friend. “Fluttershy!”
“Yes!” Fluttershy jumped to attention, letting out a startled eep as she toppled backwards onto her haunches. Her lips grazed against the soft carpet, sending a tingle up her spine that only served to worsen the matters—adding an extra tremor to her normal shaking demeanour. Curse this place and their good taste in rugs!
“Since you’re going to be a while, I might as well go run some errands—Rarity mentioned to me a few days ago that her boutique was on fire, and I’m supposed to go put it out. I trust you can stay here and get everything sorted out.” She turned to the receptionist and inclined her head. “Thank you, miss, um...”
“Device.” She bowed behind the desk. “Plot Device, Princess. And think nothing of it. It’s an honour to assist the acquaintances of Royalty.”
Twilight fidgeted her wings. “Yes, well...” She puffed out her cheeks and turned to leave. “I’ll be back in an hour then...”
With Twilight gone, Fluttershy returned to sitting on her haunches looking around the room feeling more or less like a lost puppy. She swallowed, glancing back at the desk. “Um, where do I—“
Plot Device gestured to the hall to the left—the same one that made Fluttershy’s stomach turn. “First door on the right, our assistants will get you sorted, and the doctor will be with you shortly.”
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“Oooooh...” The moan was drawn from her lips with a hearty breath, like all of the stress and tension leaving her body in one, pent up, agonizingly long, heaving sigh of relief. Her body was like butter, soft and malleable, melting in the deserts of the sun’s baking heat. Every aching bone, every sore muscle, tendon, and spine, were like putty to be shaped and moulded by the expert touch of her master masseuse.
She was at their complete mercy, and their mercy was good. “Good, Mrs. Shy.” A mare’s voice, thick with a Perinian accent, wafted over her back dancing across the air on the current of jasmine rocket that just tickled the senses. She whispered soothingly, careful not to break the blissful tranquillity that enveloped them, with a melodic lull as worked her silken frogs into the crux of Fluttershy’s back.
Every motion alone elicited a tiny, tingling jolt of excitement that tickled every nerve right from their core to their tips. “Let it aaaall out,” she whispered.
“Ooooo...” Fluttershy responded in kind, with a long heated moan as a shiver ran up her spine. “Oh...” Her back arched involuntarily. The joints in her back jostled and loosened, jostled apart by the steady, rhythmic thrumming of the vibrating bed. Its sculpted surface shaped itself to her form. It fit perfectly to her body, caressing it in a gentle embrace as the gentle shakes shook her to the core, putting just the right amount of pressure on just right spots.
Another moan escaped her lips before she bit it off, into the soft and squishy mat.
All she could do now was ride it out, lie there and bask in the warmth and the comfort, the absolute bliss of being waited on hock and hoof. Unclenching her teeth, ‘Shy let go of the mattress and allowed her tongue to drape out over her open maw, panting with hot and tired breaths
Tartarus itself could rip itself open—Equestria could be drenched in flames and misery, her friends defeated and enslaved, and none of it would—None of it could interrupt her from this one perfect moment, or even stand to attempt to sour this sweet cozy glow.
The edge of the bench tilted and decompressed, the springs ringing their protest as the other mare moved from her own position. Her hooves—that blissful touch, parted from ‘Shy for but a moment, causing her lip to quiver, a gentle whimper as she craved for her gentle embrace for just one second longer.
The vibrations kicked up a notch, pushing a torrent of fresh sensations through her lower body and abdomen. Fluttershy’s breath got trapped in the back of her throat as the vibrations drilled deep into new recesses she hadn’t even known existed, and then her breathing hiked up in response and ending in a low, agitated groan as the vibrations slowly peaked and descended back to their original state.
Her masseuse—she didn’t know her name, but Celestia she was a genius—leaned in beside the bench. Her lips grazed the sensitive hairs beside Fluttershy’s ear and she could hear her smack her lips, almost invitingly so. “Before we begin...” she said.
A moment of pause as the bed’s vibrating went through another rise, mound, and descent. Fluttershy’s own panting and the gentle humming of the bench filled her room, and again the mare continued. “Would you like to be with the blindfold?” She smacked her lips, breathing directly across Fluttershy’s ears, causing them to twitch. “Many of our special ‘clients’ have expressed an interest in being deprived of their senses. They... enjoy the sense of—how you say?—The sense of helplessness that comes with.”
N-Not to mention the excitement of—Fluttershy felt her blush return in full force, her marehood aching against the vibrating bed at just the thought, of the implications—of not even knowing who it was that would be dominating her.
The room around her gradually grew warmer, and Fluttershy became aware of a motion against her back—a stiffening in her muscles as her wings began to unfurl of their own accord. It was, admittedly, once a nightmare she’d had: one where she’d wake up tied down, helpless and blind, whilst somepony went around touching her body, stroking it, teasing it, doing whatever they wanted whilst she was helpless to even move to stop it or event cry out for help.
Those nights she would wake up crying in her sleep, but her cheeks would be hot and her wings were stiff as card. She had no idea why, but she always went back to sleep hoping she would have that dream again. It wasn’t until much, much later in her life that it started to make sense. After her second and third heat, only then did she realise what it actually mean, but it was never something she could ever consider as more than just a dream, a nightmare of a dream, a fantasy.
“Y-yes, please.” Fluttershy quickly jerked her head, squeaking out the words as quickly as she could, before any form of common sense could kick in ant tell her how bad of an idea this could be—she’d be putting herself out there at the mercy of a complete stranger.
The mare returned with a satisfied hum, her voice turning coy as her breath tickled across Fluttershy’s sensitive right ear.”Oh, you’ll be in for a treat...” She could imagine the mare’s smirk, even as she disappeared away from her for a second.
There was the dim glow of magic, and a ribbon of black fabric flittered past the corners of her vision, then everything went black—not even the barest signs if light could be made out through the pitch black abyss. The last remnants of light were quickly snuffed out around her as the knot was tightened behind her ears and the corners of the blindfold laid flat over her cheeks.
Now, with nothing else to see, all other senses were heightened. The buzzing of the bench against her barrel, etching away at her insides and drilling home little rivulets of pleasure to her very core, the constant humming turned then thum, thrum, thrum as the mechanism of the bed worked away underneath her, and the gentle clip-clop of hooves against the floor as a mare trotted circles around her unseen.
“Mhm. Good.” A door creaked in the background. Another slammed, and somewhere far away another mare moaned through the walls. Another pair of hooves joined the first not far behind. The bench tilted, and the mare’s breath was again by her side. “Now that we are ready, the procedure may begin...” She paused, the door creaked behind them. “...Doctor Breeze will see you now.”
Somepony gasped, and Fluttershy’s ears pricked to the sound, locking on and swivelling to the source behind her as best they could. Her mouth folded into a frown, then a sly smile as she arched her back. Her hooves were preoccupied beneath the bench, but that didn’t stop her squirming to raise her tail, flash her flank high, freeing her clit just long enough to shoot out and kiss the cool fresh air.
She breathed out, humming in one long breath. “Oh, that voice sounds...”
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...Familiar.
Something was familiar, very familiar; too familiar. Zephyr Breeze has frozen on the spot as soon as he stepped into the room. He’d almost dropped the clipboard when he set eyes on her—the only thing stopping it from falling now was his shaking, stiffened, grip that was threatening to crush the delicate plywood card in his hooves.
He swallowed again, and closed his mouth. “Oh, that voice sounds familiar...” Fluttershy cooed, giddy almost, as she lifted her tail and wiggled her but, flashing Zephyr with the last thing he ever thought her would see—her clitoris was bright and engorged, like a puffed out bead of pink flesh. Her wings were stiff, throbbing almost whilst the rest of her yellow form was laid out prone against the form of the massaging table.
A second mare, a pale, washed-out pink with an almost white mane, flashed him a wink from her position against the side of the bed. She waved to Zephyr, and her felt himself slowly drawn further into the room. “She is ready to see you now,” Aloe Blossom said, smiling coyly as she trotted past. The tips of her tail flicked past Zephyr’s nose, giving him a quick peck on the chin as she passed. “We will leave you two alone,” she sultrily growled.
The door softly clicked shut behind them, followed with the faint click of a lock.
Zephyr was let alone—well, not alone—he was left starting, wide-eyed, at what he could have sworn was his own sister, splayed out against a massaging bed with her pussy on proud display, ready and willing for any stallion that came along to take her right then and there.
Even if that stallion was her brother.
He gulped.
It was loud enough that the mare’s ears pricked. Her whole body stiffened, and chains below the bed rattled as her hooves reflexively pulled against their restraints. “H-Hello?” Oh lords, even her voice sounded the same.
Zephyr’s hooves were like putty below him—The ground pitched and heaved below his. His head was swimming, and the room began to spin as his heart beat higher and higher into his chest. Her coat was yellow, her mane was pink, flowing even, with that cute little curl that he always wondered what it felt like to touch.
Her ears perked and twitched with every motion, her entire body stiff and tense, as if waiting for something. Slowly, Zephyr made his way to the bench. Her was forced to lean against it—his mouth dry and his legs unable to work as his eyes slowly took in what he was seeing in front of him.
This couldn’t be. It’s just—It couldn’t. She couldn’t—He looked at the clipboard.
It didn’t mention anything about a name. There were no identifying features clearly made out. Whoever had filled it in had chosen the ‘non disclosure’ clause on almost everything, with a quickly-scribbled signature at the bottom in pale blue ink.
A cursory glance back to the mare had Zephyr’s heart racing. The curves of her body looked... alien, almost. To see her in this position, to see her here and so vulnerable, so... lewd... The only other time he’d even seen Fluttershy in anywhere close to this condition was the time he’d accidentally caught a glimpse of her sleeping in her room, and even that was just a few seconds. As soon as he’d realised she was having another of those wet dreams, he’d run away blushing deeper than ‘Shy at her play recital—a colour one could only imagine let alone describe.
“Mhmmm...” She groaned, and Flutter—No, not Fluttershy. This was some other mare. It had to be a coincidence. She groaned, agitated and impatient, as she lifted her backside higher into the air. Her wings were stiff as they could possibly be, spread out and shaking as if crying for relief.
The buzzing of the table snapped Zephyr back to the moment, to his task at hoof. He was a doctor, kind of, and he had a patient to take care of, kind of... It didn’t matter if she looked like his sister, or even h—h-had the same cutie mark.
“Oh sh—” He gasped, and slapped a hoof over his mouth. A shiver ran up his spine as the realisation dawned on him. The pieces came together and they were all pointing to the same conclusion, not one her particularly liked. This could be his sister. It was very likely that she was, but at the same time—aren’t there several ponies with wheels as cutie marks?
If there were other ponies with wheels for cutie marks, then it stood to reason that there had to be other ponies with pink butterflies who just so happened to be also good with animals. And maybe they also had pink tails with pert behinds.
After all, maybe this was all just another one of those crazy coincidences.
Yes, it had to be. He silently nodded to himself. She whined insistently, and Zephyr’s eyes were glued to her behind as she arched her back, spreading her legs out ever so slightly to give him another quick view of her dripping wet marehood.
Her heat was bad, possibly the worst he’d ever seen. Fluttershy wasn’t the kind to go into heat like this—at least not that he’d ever seen. If she did, she was too much of a wallflower to dare leaving the house in that condition let alone coming to a hoarshouse-slash-physical health clinic to get it taken care of.
No. She’d have her own remedies. She’d know how to take care of it herself, like the big sister she was. She wouldn’t come here, and this definitely wasn’t Fluttershy... which left only one thing.
Zephyr unclenched his eyes. His grip on the edge of the bench loosened and her slowly pushed himself up, and to the side, aligning his gaze more directly with the back of the mare’s behind. She was in need, he thought, and there was only one stallion that could get the job done.
“Celestia, save my soul...” He silently whispered under his breath and then, biting his lip, Zephyr lifted his head and whispered just loud enough for the mare to hear. “Ma’aa—” Her bit his tongue. Ma’am wasn’t good enough. He was supposed to be sexy, more intimate, the interviewer told him—a phrase he’d heard far too many times in the context of a marriage counsellor.
“My dear...” he began again, voice low and sultry. She couldn’t see him, but he added the patented Breeze Eye Wiggle and Shit-Eating Grin™. The success rate was... Objectionable. It worked perfectly in clubs, and anywhere else? They always either ran away screaming, or whipped out the bear mace, sometimes both. After the fifth time it stopped burning, so who can complain? He cooed, “My dear little Flutterbutter”—A twang of regret cut through his heart, and Zephyr silently cursed himself for not coming up with any pet names that weren’t a play on his own sister’s name.
Slowly, he reached out to grasp both sides of the mare’s flank, squeezing her cutie marks between his hooves. “Please relax,” he breathed. Her body tensed for a moment, but the vibrations of the table worked quickly and she was soon again putty under his hooves. Her pert behind was soft, her fur warm and prickly. Little tremors rippled through her muscles under his touch, energy shimmering through her body as he slowly lowed himself down behind her. “Let ooooold Ze—Doctor Breeze take care of you”—As he dropped to his knees, her behind rose up to come in line with his face.
Still arched and ready, her tail was flicked aside to give an unobstructed view of her perfect behind, and oh what a behind it was.
If this were anywhere else—in their house, or a picture somepony was showing him and they told him this was his sister, he would have no doubt believed them. It was that perfect a match. Her yellow, soft, fur thinned and gave way to the delicate pink folds of her feminine flower. Her anus was twitching, clenching and tightening in perfect rhythm with the ripples and pulses that passed over her engorged lips.
He counted. One, two, three—Wink—one, two, three—wink. It was like a perfectly times clock. Every three pulses, her clitoris would pop out, kiss the air, and then suck back in between her folds. One, two—Wink—One, two—Wink. The pace increased as he tightened his grip, a too did the clenching of her anus change from a beating pulse to a constant, flat-line tension.
Zephyr licked his lips, and took a deep breath, letting the musk scent of a mare’s heat envelop him, cloud his mind, and wash over him with the thoughts of thrusting deep into her fertile depths.
He let his tongue poke out form between his lips, and pushed all other thoughts out of his mind. This wasn’t what he thought it was, he wasn’t about to pleasure his sister, he wasn’t about to make her scream with pleasure as her thrust his tongue deep into her pussy and massaged her inner depths.
This was a complete stranger, a mare he didn’t know, with absolutely no relation what-so-ever and there was no way he could possibly have a raging hard-on at the thought of ploughing this mare—a mare that resembled in every way possible his older sister—into this bed until she screamed his name.
There was just no way.
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She was poised and ready. Her body worked on autopilot, back straining ever further—tail flagged and winking clit exposed to the world. Everything about her screaming rut me, rut me now and yet nothing was happening.
Her back was bent almost to the point of being painful, she could barely feel her wings, they were so stiff—practically throbbing against her back with every pulse of her heart, and yet the stallion didn’t seem have made any move since he approached the bench.
The worst part is she couldn’t even find out what he had in mind. The chains allowed precious little movement, and the blindfold forced her senses to hone in on even the slightest little details—the sounds of her own ragged breaths, the sensations of the vibrating bed beneath her was now a gentle, soothing hum. She could hear his breathing, and she could feel her whole body aching, screaming out for some kind of relief.
And she would have ask for it, too, but then, before she had her mouth fully open—or rather her tongue back inside it—something changed.
Two hooves griped down on her cutie marks, sinking into her flanks and spreading them. The sudden touch sent a shockwave of tremors through her entire body, and a lightning bolt of terror to arc through her. Fluttershy gasp. “Ah—” She swallowed, and let out her breath as the wave of pleasure washed over her. “Ahhh...” Somepony’s tongue had just danced across her lips. Not enough of a touch to do anything much, she wasn’t sure if they had even parted her labia, but it was just enough for her to notice, to leave her wanting more...
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Zephyr’s eyes were screwed shut as her dragged his tongue along the mare’s hood, lapping up the thick dribbling of arousal that was dripping from her entrance. It was strangely sweet, with the faintest hint of pineapple, far nicer than Rainbow Dash’s, to be certain.
But there was also something familiar about it, something he’d tasted before but couldn’t put a handle on exactly where it was.
He licked again, this time delving slightly deeper. Zephyr gently parted her lips using his grip on her flanks as leverage to give him pass. They resisted for a moment, the subtle flesh pushing back against the soft tip of his tongue, almost kissing it as her lips clenched around the intruding invader.
He sucked in a deep lung-ful of air and held his breath, pushing on deeper past the outer lips and down through the soft, tight confines of Fl-this mare’s innermost sanctum. They pulsed and flexed around his muscled, slowly tightening and loosening, gradually adjusting to his presence and moulding itself around Zephyr’s tongue.
More fluids dribbled forth. A small trickle of sparkling nectar dabbed against the bristling hair of his chin. Her pussy lips tightened, the clitoral hood flinched, and the bulb of her clitoris shot out, nuzzling against the underside of his chin, before retracting back slick with her juices.
Fluttershy’s whole body shook. Her pussy tightened, spaying a fresh layer of her cum across Zephyr’s nose as she moaned. “Ooh—Oooh...”It was a little squeak, like candy, that tickled Zephyr’s ears as his tongue explored her interior.
Everything was soft and velvety, smooth and slick. It was hard to find anything that resisted his advances and what little did, trembled and retreated, away deeper down into her depths. Zephyr instinctively felt himself being drawn in, pressing his face all the way into her flank—his chin grinding against her crotch as he began to eat her out proper.
Fluttershy’s wings were twitching and shaking, her legs trembling and tense as her voice squeaked with heavy, sharp, pants. Every time he’d reach that hard nub, he’d give it a quick flick with the tip of his tongue. Her pussy would tremble, and it would snake away, further out of his reach.
He adjusted his position, his own breath picking up as he pulled his body in closer against the bed. Somewhere below, he could feel his own arousal calling to himself—something long and hard, urging him to rut this mare into oblivious. The end of his cockhead bumped against the underside of the bed, ready and dripping with arousal as Zephyr worked his tongue over her.
“Mhmmm...” He moaned. His eyes drifted shut, all his attention on the task at hoof. Several images passed through his mind, of different mares—some he’d known, other’s he’d wished he’d known, but no matter what, he always came back to the same image, that of Fluttershy, tied over this bed and begging him for release.
He pulled back, gasped for breath—she whimpered with disappointment, a sound that quickly turned into a scream as Zephyr returned in full force. Her drove his tongue deep into her crevice, bumping his chin against her clit just as it came out to meet him, and then as he draw out again, he caught the end of its wink between his lips and gave it a good long suck, drawing out every bit of pleasure there was to take.
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Fluttershy was in utter bliss. Nothing could possibly compare to what she was feeling right now. Her eyes were covered, but her mind was awash with bright images, of sensations and stallions, of pleasure coursing through her body like no other she could have ever experienced.
Her body was sense, despite the bed’s best efforts, and the chains were beginning to dig into her hocks. Her head leaned back as she moaned out in another guttural squeal.
He was good, he was damn fucking good, and there she was going to ever let him stop. Her stomach clenched down against the invader, trying with all of its might to milk the stallion of all of his life-giving seed. It didn’t matter if it was a tongue, or a mouth, or even a hoof. Her body didn’t care. It wanted this. It needed it. There was nothing else more important in this world right now than the urge to have a foal pumped deep inside her.
The heat was rising—it had been growing non-stop since the first moment his tongue had touched her, and had only been building faster with every added movement. It was like the rising edge of a skyscraper, an oncoming cliff-edge just beyond her reach.
It was close. So close. Too close.
She attempted to rotate her hips, to egg him on just a little more, but the stallion held her firm under his strong hold. She was at the mercy of his tongue—that magnificent tongue and his mouth as it gently and roughly grazed against the sensitive flesh of her pussy’s lips.
She couldn’t help but whimper when he withdrew from behind her. That sensation of fullness was quickly overtaken by a helpless longing, and emptiness that nopony could hope to fill. “Mmmmhmm...” She groaned, pushing back in hopes he would return, but the chains and his hooves held strong. “Please...” she whispered with her ears splayed back. “D-Doctor Breeze, pl-please, I need yooouuuu-OOOOOOHHH”
His tongue slammed back into her pussy, stretching it full and grinding against her insides like a pleasure rod crafted by Princess of Lust herself. Something hard and rough grazed against her clit, adding a shock of hardened pleasure to the jolts that ran through her body, rocking her to her very core.
The skyscraper crumbled. The cliff-face rushed over her and slapped her across the face, and orgasm washed over her destroying everything in its wake as Fluttershy moaned out at the very tops of her lungs. “AAAAHHHH...” She squealed, her voice cracking, “Z-Zephyr Breeeze...”
The quakes subsided and the world shook around her as the throes of pleasure turned into a torrent of endorphins and lethargic bliss.
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Zephyr held his face against her crotch, his lips clenched around Fluttershy’s love bud and his hooves tightened around her flanks as she violently rode out through the force of her orgasm. The mare shuddered and shook against the bed, and her fluids spurted out across his nose, painting it white with a glistening coating of clear liquid.
As her panting subsided, and her trembling lessened, Zephyr slowly extracted himself from the mound of trembling yellow fur and feathers.
He pushed away from the bench and stood to his full height. His wings were stretched to their limits and his face—dripping wet and sticky—was also glowing with a bright red sheen. His eyes were wide, staring, as he looked over the state of the mare with a mixture of pride and horror.
She looked like Fluttershy; his dear elder sister. She couldn’t be, he’d convinced himself it wasn’t, but there was no denying that the resemblance was uncanny, scary, almost. If anypony else were to look at her now, they’d say it was one and the same pony. His sister.
And he’d just brought her to the best orgasm of her life.
That night Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle were sitting around the dinner table. An awkward silence enshrouded around them, hanging like an oppressive mist that cut between any attempts at small-talk either mare had made. The only sound was that of their chewing, the occasional flip of a page, and the under-breath curses from Twilight’s side of the table every time she blinked and was reminded if IT.
Following their visit to Assley Maredison, both mare’s had quickly agreed to never speak of that encounter again. It had also quickly become evident that they weren’t going to be in time for the last train out of Manehattan, certainly not one that wouldn’t have Fluttershy scared out her wits because, and she quotes: ‘An empty, dark train at night, with nopony but yourself, the shady-looking foreman and the conductor, at night, is a murder-train-mystery novel waiting to happen,’ and that wasn’t an issue of Shorn Hock she had any interest in debuting in any time soon.
Thus, they were both here, in a cramped little apartment barely large enough to hold one pony, let alone a mare and a Princess, for one night. Dented lamp shade swayed over the table, casting a dim-yet earnest, light across the spoils of their war—about half a dozen take-away boxes from the local Chineighs restaurant.
The living room had several suitcases, trunks, and bags, piled atop the coffee table, whilst the couch had been shifted and tilted to form a make-shift, princess-sized bed that the owners had so graciously provided for them upon arrival. Twilight still regretted they couldn’t get the Queen Suite at Withering Heights, but apparently somepony had flooded their bathrooms.
All thirty nine of them.
At the same time.
‘Shy gingerly worked the chopsticks in between her primaries, using the ends of her feathers like appendages to lift her noodles to her muzzle. They’d reach almost half-way, and something would happen—either her feathers would shake, unused to holding this as delicate as this, or she would sneeze, or the noodles were just slippery—and they’d slither between her grip and back to the plate below, resulting in an arduous sigh from Fluttershy’s part.
She was just about to try again, for the fifth time, when Twilight broke the silence with a snort. “Snrk—” She nickered and slurped down her generous helping of Chow Mane, all the while forcing back the urge to snort and guffaw out of control. “Ha—” Get this. She unpeeled her eyes from her light reading—an atlas on the differing types of magical hypersensitivity disorders, their causes, and metal-physical effects on ponies living in close vicinity to each other, as categorised by Professor Inches of Prail, Maressachusetts. You know, light stuff. A casual afternoon read. His scientific reasoning was good, but his methodology was oft times laughable.
She lifted the book to begin reading from the passage in question. “’The meteorological effects of a stallion and mare living in close living quarters [see sec. 3, p54 on familial relations]”—She skimmed the citation, even pronouncing the square brackets—“upon the subjects among a test group of sixy-nine part—Are you even listening?”
“Hm?” Fluttershy snapped out of her stupor, her ears snapping back to the front as the fogs were momentarily cleared from her mind. “Y-Yes, of course!” She nodded. “Wh-What were we talking about?”
Twilight deadpanned. She set the book aside—offsetting the balance of the entire table, and leaned her attention fully to Fluttershy, a look of concern painted across her face. “If everything okay?” she asked, “You haven’t said a word since we got back from As—” She shivered as the image of IT flashed through her mind. “That place, a-and you haven’t even touched your food.
At the mere mention of the noodles, Fluttershy’s gaze shot directly to the plate in front of her. It was true, she hadn’t touched it, though not for lack of trying. She never had a knack at lifting things with her wings, like Rainbow Dash, and these stupid, stupid—she let the chopsticks drop useless to food below—Sticks were utterly impossible to work with.
“Is there something wrong?” Twilight leaned across the table, her own food forgotten for the time being. She looked to Fluttershy with a look of genuine concern. “You can tell me anything, you know that?”
“N-No—I mean yes, I mean—” Shy scrambled for the right words, eventually settling back into her seat, whispering a quietened “I-I know, Twilight...” She sighed. “It’s just—it’s embarrassing, and well—”
“We did get rid of your heat, didn’t we?” Twilight raised an eyebrow, through her concern didn’t come off any less. Rather, it seemed only the worse as the lines of worry started to etch their way into the corner so her eyes.
Fluttershy noticed this, and her face quickly flushed red. “Oh-Oh no. No.” She forced a smile, her attempt at placating the princess, at least for now. She sat back up in her seat and patted down the tablecloth in search of the fork. “N-n-No, I’m fine. I’m all better. I see much better”—Her smile waivered, wobbled, as she switched to turning over the empty Chineighs boxes in search of her chosen implement. “I feel great, even”—it wasn’t a lie, she hadn’t felt this good in absolutely ages—“It’s just...”
“It’s what?” Twilight pressured her.
Fluttershy pushed back.
It wasn’t enough. It was the best thing she had ever felt. It was amazing, scary, exciting, exhilarating, and terrifying, all wrapped into a bundle with a bow attached. Though she didn’t know who exactly the stallion was, she had a faintest clue. His voice was one she’d heard before, somewhere.
The question ate into her like mind twister that never let go, a song that, no matter how much you tried, you could never stop singing it every time you were alone in the shower. She knew who it was, yet she didn’t, and it was infuriating.
On top of all of that, the fact that this mystery stallion had left her with the best feeling she had had in her life for a long time only aggravated her further.
She was satisfied. But she wasn’t satisfied.
Fluttershy slumped in her chair, breathing out in resignation. There were no forks, not that she could find, and it would take nothing short of a forklift to make her get up and fetch one from the kitchen. “I-It’s nothing.”She sighed, and lied. “Let’s just forget about it.
Fluttershy reached across the table. She hooked the serving bowl of red chilli peppers under her hoof, and dragged them to her side of the table. “We’ll finish dinner, and I’ll—”
“What are you doing!?” Twilight’s pupils shrunk, her wings flared, and she practically threw herself across the table as she screamed. “Don’t eat that!” The table shook, knocking both of their meals and almost spilling chillies all over the tablecloth as she yanked the pot out of Fluttershy’s reach. Twilight was virtually fuming. “Are you CRAZY!? You just had your heat! You can’t eat chillies now!”
“Wh-Wh-Why?” Fluttershy squeaked.
“If you do, you risk starting it all over again, and then we’d have to go visit Ass—ass”—Twilight’s eyelid twitched as she struggled to pronounce the dreaded word—“Assley Maredison again!”
Something inside her clicked, and Fluttershy froze, her cheeks heating up. Did she just? “W-We’d have to go again?” It took all of her self-control to keep from breaking out into the widest of wide grins. It took even more to keep her wings from fluffing up against the back of the seat—luckily this wasn’t a pegasus hotel otherwise they’d have gone right through the chair. Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes!” Twilight seemed adamant. She set the pot down on her side, keeping it far, far, away from Fluttershy’s prying hooves. “If you’ve been in heat at any point within the last twenty-four hours, just one bite of any kind of spicy food could cause it to flare up again, maybe even worse than it was before!”
Even worse.
Fluttershy’s eyes almost bulged from her sockets. “O-Oh my.”
Twilight, by Fluttershy’s luck, misconstrued the gasp as shock. “Yes,” she nodded, “so as you can see, we can’t have you eating this right at this moment.” ‘Shy swallowed, barely containing her excitement behind a veil of fau-concern. “Oh, I see...” She lowered her eyes, letting the bangs do their thing and hide her blush. She had to change the subject, and fast. Luckily, the perfect topic was just at the forefront of her mind. “So-Wh-What was your day like, then? Twilight?” she asked. Then, again, the follow-up question came: “Did you end up figuring out what was wrong at Rarity’s boutique.”
That tactic seemed to work, as Twilight’s expression changed to a thoughtful one. She tapped her chin, with the other hoof still clamped down over the top of the chillies. “Well...” Twilight thought for a moment. “Not really,” she admitted, “I asked a few ponies around, and they all pointed my in the direction of the boutique, but I never actually found the boutique.”
“Do you know what could have happened to it?”
“I don’t.” She shook her head, then shrugged it off. “But I’m sure it’s just fine, we can always ask Rarity again when we get back home...”
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The muffled thump, thump, thump of hooves against hardened oak wood echoed through the narrow passageways, along with the hushed mumblings of a stallion in distress. The floorboards screaked, one snapped and the trundling gave way to the not-so-muffled creak and slam of the door.
A befuddled Zephyr Breeze stumbled through doorway into his one-horse sized apartment, dropping the keys as he stumbled over the threshold. “Gah—” He gasped for breath, clutching as his heart, and wheezing after the lengthy trek up the steps to the forty-fifth floor of his loft apartment. “—aaah—“ His voice was horse, his mouth was dry, and his face was wet from the now drying juices of at least a dozen mares—the spoils of ‘working’ tirelessly for almost the entire day.
His mane-bun had long since fallen apart, after being gripped for the fifth time between some mare’s trembling thighs. By the end of the day he was just so completely drained he couldn’t spare the extra work to remake it, at least not after the last time it had been pulled apart, and thus the hairs hung across his vision, dripping and sticky with sweat, obscuring his face as he stumbled into the room proper.
In one fell swoop, Zephyr passed directly through the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, and then the bedroom has he face-planted into the rotten mattress that was the bed.
Inches behind him, the front door swung closed and clicked shut with the rattling clang-kluck of a rusted broken hinge. The walls shuddered, and somewhere overhead a shelf collapsed, dumping his trunk of belongings on the floor, smashing the dining table and all the old crockery it held under the ker-crunck of collapsing cardboard.
Plus one to the carpenter pony
“Uuuuuhh...” Zephyr groaned out with every last ounce of his strength, screaming into the pillow. Somepony knocked against the ceiling and a feminine, cranky, mare’s voice shouted down over the sound of rock music from below for him to keep it down. “What is my life...”
He rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. Cracks and the discolorations of age-old water damage stared him right back and he patted down his face to dislodge the stains of dried mare-cum from his cheeks—along with wipe the acrid taste from his mouth.
The last pony of the day was a screamer.
And a squirter.
And an earth pony.
Management had warned him about those kinds of mares. They told him he would have to hold his breath and ‘ride it out’ but they failed to go into detail about exactly why, or how long. The migraine from the skull crushing he’d just received was nothing less than unprincessly. Even just thinking about—the PTSD was already setting in—It made him wonder if there really was such a thing as ‘too much sex’, if such a thing were even possible.
Though, even through this, Zephyr still had to hold strong. It always got worse before it got better, the motivational speakers as his college would say, and the words of his sister still rung in the back of his mind: “You can do it,” he recited under his breath, adding a tiny hoof pump into the air above him, just the way Fluttershy was apt to do. “You’re a grown, independent stallion. Don’t be a wimp.” That was paraphrasing, of course. He’d quickly begun to lose interest beyond the first few words, but it certainly sounded like something Fluttershy would say, even if it wasn’t totally accurate.
He rolled t the side, looking to the wall adjacent to the bathroom and the kitchen, where a pin-up of this year’s Wonderbolts™ calendar stared him back; a full spread of Rainbow Dasgh in her Cadet’s uniform lay spread across an extra fluffy-looking cloud. She was winking to the camera, her eyes glossed over whilst she caressed a cherry lollypop under her tongue.
Her wings and thighs were perfectly-toned, as the W.Bs tended to be, though her wings were especially interesting. They looked perfectly at home as they bent around the stick of the pop.
“Oh Rainbow...” His little shiney was just peeking out between his legs when he looked to the side. Directly beside it, a photo of Fluttershy taken on his last visit showed her smiling into the camera. The words ‘never give up’ were scribbled across the image in permanent marker as the photo hung askew, taped against the wall. “... Big sis’...”
A twang of regret pricked between his ears. Meanwhile another little prick twanged somewhere else as his mind automatically switched to the events of earlier that day.
He’d by lying if he said he didn’t enjoy what he did. However bad it felt, she was still sweeter than any other mare he’d tasted that afternoon—it was one of the best memories her could glean from the entire experience. Her flanks were just the right thickness. They were soft and pudgy, with just the right amount of fat to hold onto.
Every other pegasus was lean, with weather-hardened fur. Even the unicorns, had a little something of a scratch to their coat due to the weather, but she—her fur was soft and silky, the type that could only come from a life close to the ground, safe and sound inside a warm hut with hot cocoa and cute little critters to cuddle by the fire.
His shaft slowly rose, poking past the end of the sheath to stiffen at the outside air. Zephyr could imagine himself with that mare, with her and her cute little animals, all huddled in the warmth with a blanket, and a little something to read.
His sex wasted no time in making itself known. After the long day of pleasuring—and being pleasured by—mares, of teasing and being teased all without any release, it wasn’t a surprise that it took little more than nothing to get a rise from his loins. The end of twitched and pulsed in the dim light, engorging itself and growing to it full, throbbing, glory as his hooves went to absent-mindedly stroking the shaft.
Up, and down.
They would exchange nothings. She’d giggled. They’d kiss. Then the kissing would deepen, spread. One thing would lead to another, and then...
Zephyr’s eyes wandered back to the poster. His breath was short as he gave the picture one more cursory glance, and then back to the memories of the yellow mare. Her pink locks, her perfect yellow flank, how much she looked, sounded, smelled like Fluttershy. It was wrong. Everything about it felt wrong, so gut-wrenchingly sordid, but some carnal part of him deep down hoped, wondered—
What if—What if that was her?
The end of his cockhead flared and strained, harder and more erect. His hoof, in response, increased its pace. It dipped lower, squeezed a little tighter, gripping the shaft in the way he imagined his sister would.
His eyes drifted to the old photograph. Fluttershy’s eyes—those deep, shining green pools of light—stared back into his soul, so happy, so filled with love. Zephyr bit his lip. “Oh big sis’... what have you done to me?”
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Fluttershy lay awake in her bed that night. She was on her back, wide awake and staring into the darkness that surrounded her as she silently awaited dream’s sweet embrace. Yet, however long she tried, however she tossed and turned and tried as the might to put her mind at rest, sleep was proving to be a wily mistress to catch.
Every time she felt like she was slipping away, drifting into Luna’s ream of rest, her mind had her thrust back to the land of the living with a fresh memory, or a tingling through of the stallion from the day before. She could still distinctly remember him, the sound of his voice, his strong, firm touch against her flank—her wings were stiff against the mattress under her back, pinned where they were barely able to move, yearning for their release. She shifted her position, causing the sheets to clump around her tussling form.
The sun had long since set, leaving her with nothing but the checker pattern of the moon’s light as it streaming through the open window, cut to ribbons by the gently parted curtains fluttering in the breeze. A dim glow was cast across the surroundings, and her eyes drifted lazily over the ceiling as she turned her head, and bit her lip.
She could remember the sensations of his chin pressing against her underside, and the rough texture of his unkempt facial hair. It pricked and tingled as they glided and meshed with the sensitive hairs of her fur, sending tiny pinpricks of electricity through her nerves with every touch.
She could remember his voice, however few his words were, and there was something familiar about them, something she couldn’t place. It was like there was some deep-seeded, detached memory buried in her subconscious. It was there, knowing at her, just beyond her reach, but she couldn’t quite place a hoof on from where it came. Something from long ago, that she knew well, that was yearning to come out, but cowered away as if afraid it would crumble if it met the light of day.
Her heat was gone, that was certain, but even still she could feel herself starting to breath slightly heavier. Her breath was warm. The cold night air was less chilling, more soothing as the blood started to radiate through her body, warming her extremities and the bedding around.
Through the fogs, her mind wandered to Twilight’s words:
“Just one bite of any kind of spicy food...” she thought out aloud.
Just one bite.
It was a gamble, of course. There were no guarantees that it was going to work, and even if it did, and Twilight decided to let her go for a second visit, how was she supposed to know that she’d get the same stallion again? Assley Maredison had likely employed of dozens, if not hundreds of stallions and mares. They wouldn’t give her the same pony, doubtless it was unlikely they would give her another stallion. The next time she went she’d just as well end up being eaten out by another mare—her wings gave an affirmative throb at the prospect, pushing back against the soft padding of the bed.
The chances were miniscule, but were they really worth it? Was it worth putting her friendship with Twilight to the test just for the chance that she could meet that stallion again? Just for the smallest possibility of putting her mind at rest, of finding her answers to the question of just who was that yesterday?
Her resolve settled. Fluttershy’s eyes flicked open and they drifted across the room one more time, taking in her surroundings proper. The shapes of various furnishings came into view, the darkened shadows of a chair, and dresser. The mirror reflected the moon’s light and the bright green eyes of a determined mare looked back at her—staring from her position sat up in the middle of the bed, pink bangs tied into a cute little bun as she gave Fluttershy the affirmative, a nod.
The common area was just as dark when she entered. Fluttershy crept slowly down the small passage, stepping as lightly as she possible could—even with the soft, squishy carpeting compressing and muffling her hoof-steps, she felt like every motion was a veritable earthquake of a terrific thunder.
Her head peaked around the corner into the living room. The kitchen was on the left, with the couches and coffee table on the right. The one couch facing with its back away gave a mumbled with a gentle snort, and a mare’s voice grumbled from the mound nestled in the middle of it.
Fluttershy slowly snuck into the adjacent living room to check on Twilight: The princess was curled up in her spot on the makeshift bed. “... Ooooh my, Long Division,” she muttered, smacking her lips as she tussled and turned under the spare blanket. “Your proof of the”—she snored—“squares of the roots of the adjacent sides in the...”—another snort and Twilight twisted onto her side. Her wings unfurled to full mast against the back of the couch. “...in the hyperbolic plane is so hhh...”
She was having a wet dream, or at least what qualified as one in the Twilight Zone. Stifling a giggle, Fluttershy retreated back into the kitchen space, rather deciding to leave Twilight to her dreams. She had better business to deal with, regardless, and made a beeline for the dining table.
The dining table—or more like a coffee table now that it wasn’t covered in plates and dishes appeared much the same as it was a few hours prior. The dishes had long since been cleared away and put into the sink whilst Twilight’s book was nowhere to be seen—likely taken with for more ‘light reading’ before bed. A cursory glanced over the island confirmed Fluttershy’s suspicions. The massive tomb was set on mantle, carefully positioned just near the edge facing Twilight’s sleeping arrangements, adjacent to the old reading lamp huddled in the corner.
She’d likely been reading that before going to bed, which played nicely into Mr. ‘Long Division’. ‘Shy giggled, this time a little louder from her position in the kitchen. She decided to file that little tid-bit away for her next spa trip with Rarity, and instead turned to focus her mind on the task at hoof.
Her little... sordid adventure, so to speak.
Fluttershy leaned in and started sorting through the little pyramid of cardboard boxes—it was a shame to tear it down, especially after Twilight had spent so long alphabetising them, but some sacrifices had to be made for the better good. Her hooves fumbled with one of the boxes as the pile tumbled down across the table, scattering little cubes to the floor below.
Fluttershy froze, gritting her teeth, ready for the inevitable ‘What are you doing!?’ to come after from Twilight’s bed, but the silence persisted and her ears strained to the darkness as Twilight’s breathing resumed, unchanged. She snorted and whispered something about her brother before rolling back over and returning to her dreams.
‘Shy le her breath out and relaxed. That was a close one.
She bent down to retrieve the missing items, and as she did, a glint of something in the moonlight caught her eyes. She leaned back up on top of the table with the missing fork and the cardboard box, and then set them both down in front of her place setting at the table.
Everything was there—sans plates—except for one glaring omission. “Where are they!?” Fluttershy whispered, her eyes squinting as she glanced frantically over the table one more time. She turned over each box, looking inside for the missing bowls of condiments. She remembered specifically a bowl of chillies, mayonnaise, some green mustard, among other things when they were eating, none of which seemed to be here now.
She huffed, and glanced up to look across to the living room, where the princess was still soundly sleeping. They’d obviously been moved, but where?
Well, what would Twilight do?
Foods go in the fridge.
Fluttershy, very quietly, facehoofed. She did an about-face and trotted into the kitchen, flung open the fridge door, and flinched at the wash of yellow light as the little lamp flicked on inside. She hurriedly turned to inspecting the rows of items in the fridge door, ignoring the ‘complementary’ beverages that had been stocked in there before, and instead going straight for the last bowl on the right.
She slumped to her flanks as she held the little bowl between her forelegs. The little red and green peppers lay motionless, innocently, chilling in the bottom of the bowl. They seemed to normal, so unassuming. Their skin was shiny with a hint of sweat from sitting in the fridge so long, and her breath came up in little puffs of mist from the cool air leaking out past the opened fridge door.
She had them. This was it.
Her wing reached in and dabbed at the bowl. It was chilled, but no strange sensations came, naturally, to her unfeeling primaries. They simply dabbed against the surface of the chilly and came back up unaltered. Even a cursory lick and she tasted nothing. It was like they have never been there in the first place. Not even the faintest hint of a burning, itching, or even a tingly wanting. Just nothing.
‘Shy took a deep breath. Slowly, she shifted the weight of the bowl to her wings and reached in with her right hoof, pulling out one of the vegetables by the stem. It was bulbous, almost cone shaped, as any pepper would be. It didn’t move and it didn’t burn her hooves. It just hung there utterly unaware of what she was thinking of doing with it.
She was sure, if she could talk to plants, she would attempt to tell them her plan, ask them how they felt about being eaten. But they were plants, and she was a pony. Ponies couldn’t talk to plants, and plants couldn’t talk back, so she just chomped it and gobbled it down whole.
The change was immediate. The pepper burst with a surge of flavour within her mouth, a sensation that quickly turned to tingling, and then burning, and then—“Ah-aha-ah—” Fluttershy fumbled with the bowl. She quickly shoved it back into the fridge and slammed it shut—quietly—all the while waving her wings to work up a breeze against her dear, poor, injured tongue.
She dashed to the sink and shoved her head under the tap, gulping down mouthfuls of cooling, refreshing water until the heated sensation was finally washed from her mouth, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“...Aaaahhh...”
Never again.
With the immediate crises sorted, she turned to inspecting her own body. Fluttershy trotted out of the kitchen and stepped into the moonlight where she could properly see. She flexed her wing muscles, arching her back fully expectant to feel a difference.
Nothing felt out of the ordinary. Other than the latent burning of her gums, she still felt perfectly normal. She quickly counted through her symptoms: shortness of breath, heavy breathing, itching and burning between her legs, she even attempted to arch her back to see past her tail to check whether she’d given any initial winking.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She’d eaten a chilly and burned her gums, embarrassed herself and made herself out like a fool for absolutely fuck all. Her cheeks burned with the embarrassment despite nopony to watch.
“Mmfff—quack-quack—” Twilight mumbled from her position on the couch. She tossed and turned, and as Fluttershy made a turn around the bed to watch, she caught the end of Twilight’s blanked beginning to slide off and pulled it back up over the mare.
The princess was shaking, and when the warmth of the yak-fur covering was returned to her, she relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief, and smiled in her sleep as she held onto the warm blanket.
Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile at the sight. They said that ponies were always the cutest in their sleep, and Twilight was no exception. For all her bookworm tendencies, she was really a beautiful mare, even more so now that she was growing to a stature meeting her status. Fluttershy always envied her confidence, and now she did too her looks.
Twilight’s mumbling resumed, giving out a low, sultry purr. Her wings spread out from beneath the covers as she rolled onto her back, spreading her hind legs off the edge of the couch, almost sliding off the edge as she moaned. “Oooo... Long Division...” she said.
Fluttershy’s cheeks flushed, and her wings began to peek. The display gave her an idea, a naughty idea, but it certainly wasn’t something she was ever going to try, not unless it was an emergency—“Aaaagh, and your wife too—“ Twilight groaned. She started grinding her rump into the hard upholstery. “I-C-Cadance, aren’t you supposed to be on-g-garrison duty with my brother?”
Her wings were at full mast, both of theirs were, and throbbing. The temptation etched into Fluttershy’s mind. Twilight was grinding herself against the couch right in front of her, to a wet-wet dream. Not some math homework from her school days, this was real, proper lewd bucking as Twilight struggled in her dreams.
Fluttershy couldn’t take her eyes off f her friend, watching as Twilight bucked her hips to the rhythm of some imaginary stallion—Mr Long Division. All the while, her mind flashed back to her memory of earlier that day, and later that night. She’d momentarily considered the thought of doing it with another mare. It was... wrong, but somehow exciting.
Twilight was asleep, she wouldn’t know. She’d think it was the bad dream anyway and wouldn’t even remember what had happened. And in all regards, it was her right to ensure her friends slep well, right?
“A-And if the chillies aren’t working...” she whispered under her breath. Fluttershy gingerly stepped over to the side of the couch, lowering herself carefully beside Twilight’s form. “...it could prove beneficial,” she continued, “for both of us.”
She slowly lifted herself up to straddle the sleeping mare, careful not to wake her or do anything too sudden as to wake her. Twilight’s motions slowed. Her brow, once furrowed, un-creased as she relaxed under the weight of another.
Her breathing was fast, short panting hat they both mimicked in time.
And then Fluttershy started moving.
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BREEE-BREEE-BREEEE-BREEEEE
Zephyr Breeze was awoken with a start. His forehead slammed into the shelf directly above his bead, and the stallion tumbled to the floor beside with a groan.
Fluttershy was awoken from her slumber with a gentle sigh. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was greeted with a new yet familiar sensation between her legs. She had no proper recollection of being returned to bed, and yet here she was staring at the same ceiling now with the bright sunlight of a new morning streaming in from the street outside.
Something inside her coiled, and a warm burning immediately began to radiate form her core, a wanton need that shook her to her very bone, an urging that caused her face to flush and her breathing to increase into short, wanton, panting.
Zephyr Breeze tumbled through the detritus littering his tiny one-room apartment, trudging through the kitchen to reach the bathroom sink. His eyes were heavy and caked with sleep, and his mouth was itching and course, the flakes of mare pussy still sticking to his dirty coat as a reminder that, indeed, this was real life.
He just barely reached the sink and thrust the medicine cabinet open, retrieving a tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush. As the door closed, he cringed at the unkempt stallion that stared back. Untied man-bun, dirty, matted fur, eye-bags that could rival an elephant’s trunk. It was going to be a long morning.
Fluttershy breezed through her morning routine, an air of giddy anticipation hanging around her as she brushed her teeth, combed her mane, did her business and took care of her other business for good measure. Her heat was slowly rising, getting stronger and more intense with every completed task, and it had her—again—almost giddy with anticipation.
Twilight was unusually perky when she arrived at the breakfast table. The purple mare was chewing on a mouth-full of Boop-o-Roops. What was unfortunately the only breakfast this hotel had to offer, was spoon full of cholesterol and a sugar-induced heart attack waiting to happen. Literal asbestos couldn’t have been worse—which is what Twilight had said the day before.
Today she was perfectly happy showing down on it without a care in the world. Her wings were fluffed and her mane was perfectly combed, save for the occasional split end that she diligently worked against with the brush hanging in her aura. Her eyes hovered over the ingredients list of the cereal box, and her face lit up momentarily as Fluttershy strutted into the room, then they dropped and her ears flattened with disappointment, followed by alarm and then horror as Fluttershy demonstrated the situation.
Zephyr skipped breakfast—he was already an hour late for work and wasted no time in getting out the door and down the stairs. At the first step, he promptly tripped and fell, trolling head and flank first over every single step between his loft, one-mare, apartment and the ground floor.
Twilight Sparkle, newly invigorated Princess of Equestria, and all around nice mare when around friends, but an absolute nightmare when ripped off—or worse, having her friends ripped off—stormed through the revolving entranceway to Assley Maredison. She practically blasted the doors off their hinges, and obliterated the moustached stallion that had just so happened to be on the other side of the doorway when she entered. She didn’t pay any mind to his burn marks, or the singing of the carpet, or even for common manners as she stormed up to the head dick of Assley Maredison and the desk she was standing behind.
“What kind of half-cocked institution are you running here!?” She slammed both hooves against the desk. The cock, now under the earth pony-esque strength of a princess of Equestria, particularly powered by caffeine and rage, threatened to split itself in two.
Fluttershy cowered behind her, attempting as she might, to dissuade Twilight’s rage. “T-Twilight,” she whispered. “It’s okay, it’s not their f—“
Twilight ignored her, instead drilling into the receptionist—Correction Plot Device’s soul with her eyes. She hoped beyond all hope that heat vision was among the powers bestowed with Alicorn magic. “Explanations. Now.”
“I-I-uh,” Plot Device stammered, sweat dripping from her brow as she forced a trembling smile upon her face. She pulled up the paperwork from last time, sorting through them as she stumbled through her reply. “W-Well, we did—I mean, this is highly unusual. We’ve always had a hundred-percent success rate...”
“Well, clearly”—Twilight rolled her eyes—“your methods are not quite satisfactory.” She paused, glowering at the mare across the dick from her. “In fact,” she added, “It’s downright dishonest. The fact that you would offer a mare relief, and it would only last one day is completely inexcusable.” She slammed a hoof against the mare’s dick. The giant phallus trembled under the force, and then ruptured in two. “I demand a refund”—
“You didn’t pay anything!”
“and complete remuneration for the time spent, wasted, at this whores house, or Celestia so help me I’m going to—”
“Twilight!” Fluttershy tugged at her mane, pulling her aside. “Please, you don’t have to do this.” She begged. She looked Twilight in the eye and smiled, giving her the most softest, pleadingest, cutest Fluttershy stare she could bare.
Fluttershy pushed the pink locks out of her face, throwing the full force of the puppy dog eyes in Twilight’s face, and her rage simmered to a boil almost instantly. “But, Fluttershy—” She started, then leaning closer to whisper again. “Fluttershy, I don’t trust these ponies. What they did before clearly didn’t work, and I don’t want you going through another session with them to get temporary relief just to have to come back again.”
‘Shy shook her head. She bit her lip and simply said, “I-It’s not quite like that...”
Twilight leaned in closer, her brow creasing into a frown. “...what do you mean?”
This caused Fluttershy to squeal, and she quickly piped up as Twilight’s gaze narrowed on her, scrutinizing her. She was about to say it was all her fault, that she’d eaten the chillies that made her... hot, again, but then now, suddenly under Twilight’s overbearing eye, her voice died in her throat.
She took a step back, feigning confidence as she plastered on a smile. “N-No, no, it’s...”
It’s certainly not because I ate chillies to come back to this place, but then because they didn’t work I decided to grind myself on your sleeping form until they did. That would have been crazy
“It’s...” She swallowed. “I-I have this feeling she’s telling the truth, Twilight. Can’t we just—G-Give them another chance?” Her smile widened as she directed the attention back to Plot Device.
Plot Device jolted to attention, almost slipping into the crack between the two halves of her fractured dick. “Y-Yes!” She flashed a nervous smile, and grasped for the scattered papers around the mottled surface, stacking and straightening them in her hooves. “A—A—Aaaas I was saying, this is highly unusual. Every other patron since opening has reported one hundred percent satisfaction. They haven’t come back with another estrus attack for at least another four weeks after, which is—”
“Perfectly in line with their normal schedule,” Twilight recited. She rolled her eyes. The lessons from school were still fresh into her mind—etched almost as deep so as that phallic, neon, glowing sign. “I know!”
Mrs Device flinched away from Twilight’s raised hoof and she quickly through better of it, and set all four legs back on the ground. She continued, in a slightly more calm tone. “Okay”—she breathed, recited Cadenza’s exercises under her breath, and exhaled. “Perhaps I was a little harsh. We’ll try it again”—Fluttershy silently pumped her hoof into the air, giving her most subtle of ‘woohoos’—
“But” Twilight set a few bits on the dick, training her eyes levelled at the receptionist. “This time we’re doing this right. I’ll dictate the diagnosis and treatment, and you will give her the deluxe package.”
Zephyr arrived at work to a blown-in front entrance and a commotion inside. He decided to take the back entrance this morning.
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Fluttershy was ushered quickly to the same room as before, or rather, a very similar room to before. It had much of the same features. It was down the same hall on the left, with the same massaging bed, the same wall design, and the same ponies waiting to get her more ‘comfortable’. What was different, though, was the size. This one was almost a full foot larger in each direction, with the addition of various sofas, scatter cushions, and candles to give the room a little extra... mood.
Her cheeks were tinted red and she could feel her heart beat racing, and breath quickening as the ponies were a flurry of motions around her. They wasted no time in getting her splayed out atop the bed and her hooves bound once again, on her back this time with the bed on its lowest settings.
The nearly imperceptible vibrations were hard to noticed, and they quickly had Fluttershy’s wings straining to full mast against the soft mattress—a feat none too difficult considering she was watching them, eagerly, as they worked to tie back her tail and exposed her red hot pussy lips for the world to see.
One of them gave Fluttershy a gentle stroking to get her started whilst Fluttershy and Plot Device feigned to oversee the whole endeavour. The latter was standing near the base of the bed, just far enough so as to be out of the way of her working ponies, but not so far either that she couldn’t afford herself a thorough inspection of the patient’s assets.
Both of them were poring over a clipboard levitated between them, Twilight with her horn aglow as she offered ‘corrections’ to the checklist of items to mark off. Fluttershy couldn’t make out what either was saying but by the looks of how they stared at her, and giggled, it wasn’t going to be something good.
Aloe clamped the last of the bindings into place. She pulled the straps taught and soft woollen cufflinks tightened around Fluttershy’s fetlocks, locking her hooves to the table at her side. They had, for some reason, decided to leave her hind legs free to move, though with her on her back and her wings pinned, it didn’t seem at all necessary. She was already thoroughly immobile.
The final, finishing touch, was a rubber ball gag fastened tightly into her mouth, stifling any sounds that Fluttershy might make during the course of her ‘treatment’—with a passing flick to her ear as the spa pony turned away to complete her business.
“The subject is ready,” she cooed as she passed, trailing the soft frogs of her hoof over Fluttershy’s chest and stomach as she passed. Aloe paid special attention to her teats, giving them a gentle rub and squeezed on their final contact.
The touch itself sent shivers up Fluttershy’s spine, making her moan out against the gag. Her whole body tensed and shook and the jangling of the shackles were a muffled thump, along with her voice but a stifled whimper. “Mmmfmf...”
Twilight and Mrs. Device took instant notice. Their ears perked and both of them looked up from the clipboard to give Fluttershy an once-over. Twilight’s face when immediately flush whilst Mrs Plot, if she’d had a reaction, she wasn’t showing it at all. Her face was a modicum of absolute and complete professionalism; the picture of self-control. “Mm...yes.” She nodded her approval and checked off an item on the list, though ‘Shy couldn’t for the life of her see what it was.
Fluttershy responded with a grunt. Her nostrils flared, the hot breath leaving her in a hoarse huff. The ball gag offered her precious little in the way of conversation.
Twilight nodded as well, her eyes never leaving her friend’s exposed behind. “Uuuh... huh,” she said. Twilight’s wings—now half-extended—fluttered against her back. They stretched to relieve the tension as she turned to leave with Mrs. Device.
Fluttershy snorted and shook her head, shaking the bed as she kicked and bucked her restraints. Wait! “Mmmffmfmf!”
Both mares paused. Twilight’s horn glowed, and a warm tingling passed through Twilight’s nostrils and over her cheeks. The ball gag lifted itself out of her mouth as Twilight leaned back over the bed, brining her ear too as she asked. “Hm...?”
“—Wait!” ‘Shy froze. Her eyes dilated at the sudden outburst, scared by her own voice. She shied back, and was suddenly found missing her mane as a means to hide behind. “I mean...” she said again, in a softer whisper.
It felt wrong to add an extra request. A part of her wanted to discard it, as a dirty little fetish. Pointless, even, but she still remembered how exciting her short stint with it had been before.
“C-Can you ...” Her voice became a squeak as she said, “B-Blind fold me again, please?”
Twilight and Mrs. Device shared a look, their raised eyebrows mirroring each other as they mentally arbitrated the decision. Plot Device looked over her back. She glanced at the checklist, and then nodded to Twilight, pulling out a black piece of fabric from the ‘box-o-dirty-secrets’ sitting just outside the door.
The fold was secured tightly over her eyes, plunging Fluttershy back into the realm of darkness she so loved. She breathed a sigh of relief and felt herself relax, properly, for the first time since yesterday. The only sounds was of her own heartbeat, and the calming thum-thum-thumm of the massaging bed below her.
Her marehood—her pussy lips, ached for release, even more intensely now that she had nothing else to distract her mind. She could feel it clenching and twisting, the tiny nub trembling just beneath her entrance, enticed by the idea of maybe meeting him again.
It was going to be a long, long thirty minutes.
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Zephyr hurried though the darkened passage with nary a moment to spare. He almost tripped over his own hooves as her went, stumbling across the softened carpet—it was more a tripping hazard than anything else—scanning the signs next to each room for his destination.
The dark lighting didn’t help in the slightest, either. Zephyr was forced to squint as he prattled off each and every sign he saw. “2, 3, 4, A4, A29, C, 7, 0, 69%...” The numbers didn’t make much sense, but then again, his vision wasn’t exactly on the best level. All he needed to know was that he was looking for the door with ‘A3’ next to it—the luxury lounge.
One of the doors cracked open, flooding the passage with an incandescent yellow light and two mares trotted out giggling like school fillies. They both started the other way, leaving the door to swing shut behind them.
In the narrowing light, Zephyr’s eyes caught the shape of an ‘A’ on the sign next to the door, followed shortly after by a ‘3’. She breathed in and made a lunge for the door. “Oh, no-no, no-” It slammed shut, with a definite crunch.
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The door’s swing ended in a deafening crunch, so loud that Fluttershy felt her hairs stand on end. Almost the entire table jumped as she squeaked with fright, and she instinctively called out into the darkness beyond. “H-Hello?”
A stallion grumbled in the background, some slurs that made Fluttershy’s ears drop and her cheeks flush all the worse.
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Zephyr Breeze stepped into the room with a visible limp and a pained wheeze. He was sporting a fresh ice-pack and a throbbing new migraine from his encounter with the door. The lights in the room were comparatively bright—too bright, and it took a moment for his eyes to fully adjust.
He took a deep breath. The task was simple. This was a special request case, but it worked exactly the same as all the others—or so the instructors had told him.
Come to think of it, it was strange that they would be sending the junior member to handle such a customer on their second day, but what was he to mess with fate? Maybe old Zeph’ was just destined to be the object of attraction to any female that walks and breathes—and some that might not, though that was a memory he’d rather leave hidden. He retched. “I-I’ll never look at rainbow cookies the same ever again...”
His vision started to clear and the rough shape of a pony strapped to the table came into focus. She was on her back, her legs spread out to either side with what he could only guess was her pussy pointing directly at him—it was hard to tell until he could get closer.
As Zephyr approached the table, considering what the options were. His briefing was specific: fuck her, fuck her silly, try not to cum inside, and get back out. It was that simple. So simple even a kinder—No, no, he was already in enough with the law as it was. It was simple, let’s put it like that.
The colours returned to his vision, adding a slash of yellows and pinks to the display. The mare also whimpered, though muffled, in a voice that was eerily similar. The form coalesced, finally, clarifying into a perfect image—the spitting image of Fluttershy, and Zephyr’s heart stopped.
No.
Oh, no, no ,no
He backed up an inch. It was her. Again. Here. Now. Why now!?
He’d already clopped to her the night before. He’d convinced himself that it was a dream, that the mare he saw wasn’t Fluttershy, but a mare that looked a lot like her. Sounded like her, had the same cutie mark—or one that was just about the same.
But now, in the new position, he was afforded a view he hadn’t had before. Her teats and belly were played out in front of him, a lewd display of every part of his sister he had never imagined seeing—not ever, not especially whilst she was... winking. At him.
His mouth was dry. It felt like sandpaper to swallow. He could tell himself this was another coincidence... that it was another mare that looked like her or a dream, maybe it was a dream?
Zephyr’s heart was pounding. Her made to call out to Luna, but quickly stopped himself. That couldn’t be true, though. Dreams didn’t have pain. His entire day had been nothing but pain, unless the last knock was enough to kicking him all the way out of Equestria and into heaven—or hell, under these circumstances.
But there was only one way to find out. If this was the mare with which they’d been to school together, taken cloud-carving together, occasionally shared a raincloud whenever the water supply was low, then she would know him. She helped him before, she gave him the encouragement he needed to change his life—whether for better or not—and she’d gotten him ‘back on track’ at his lowest point.
That last one left a pang of guilt run through his heart. ‘Lowest Point’ Celestia’s ass, here he was, debating whether or not to fuck his sister and just rooming with her was considered the ‘lowest point’.
Regardless, if this was really Fluttershy, she’d know what to do. She’d help him, and if she needed him, she’d sure as hell be there for her.
But first.
“F-Fluttershy?”
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Fluttershy flinched at the sound of his voice. It was louder, sterner, and almost convicted but also... disturbed. There was something familiar about that voice, something she still couldn’t place into context. It was from somewhere.
“Mmf—”The ball was yanked from her mouth, left to dangle freely under her chin. She stretched her lips, letting the harsh taste of rubber leave her system. “Y—Yes?” she said meekly. Was it possible he’d know her name? She didn’t think so. Neither of them had put her real name down o the papers, mostly leaving the details blank to keep these ‘excursions’ private.
“Um, uh... is it...” He gulped.
There was a moment of silence where all she could hear was the sound of his hooves fumbling against the tiled floor, and the shuffling of his limbs. The muscles of her stomach gave another clench, tightening her pussy lips and causing her clit to pop out for one more wink. Her juices trailed a fresh dribble all the way down her lips, ticking her fur as it went.
She could still hear him, in silence, his breathing quickening. Was he watching her? W-was he, really, getting horny just by looking at her? It wasn’t clear, but the way he fumbled with his words, the way he shuffled his hooves, it was all so familiar.
It was cute and endearing, just like a certain other colt she knew, though they hadn’t met since flight camp, when she’d left to live on the ground. It was all the exact same way young Z—
Everything stopped. Fluttershy felt like her stomach had dropped. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into position, one by one, slowly forming a picture that had a deep swelling of dread bubble up inside her.
“Zephyr?” she whispered, barely audible over the humming of the chair.
No response. Total silence.
She tried again. “Zephyr Breeze?”
More silence. Could this r-really be her brother? It all made sense. The voice, the way he spoke, the stubble on his chin, the way he knew how to push her buttons, it was all perfect. But why? How!?
The thought was everything at once, scary and enticing, exciting, arousing. A new heat started to grow from her loins. It was like the bed had been turned up to eleven and somepony had set a fire under her belly. She felt the gentle trickle of moisture from her folds grow into a torrential splattering, her gentle nub winking faster as her heartbeat rose and panting deepened.
Her heat was back, and it was furious, and it was all her shame that she was feeling this for her brother, of all ponies.
She probed again—she was distinctly aware of his presence, though he did nothing to sate her desire. “L-Little brother?” she whined. The bed was still on its lowest setting, though it still chipped away at her nerves, piece by piece. She had to say something, something more. “Brother, I—“
“Why did you come here?”
“I-I wanted to see you.” It was true, to some extent. Applejack would have probably been spitting at her now, but it was the closest she could come to an excuse. She still regretted the words all that much. It was like breaking some ancient vow, to love—to love her brother.
She whined again, now more needful. “P-Please, I need you...” She bucked her hips.
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Zephyr didn’t know what to do. Every modicum of common sense and decency had long since left his body, thrown out the window with every last shred of self-doubt. There was no denying it now, and he couldn’t help but hate himself for growing this raging erection at the thought of Fluttershy, at the image of her bucking and moaning for him in front of his very eyes.
This was his sister for Celestia’s sake!
But little shiny didn’t seem to care. He got up all the same, signalling to Zephyr’s mind that he had work to do. Which was, admittedly, technically correct.
He had promised to help her if she needed him. N matter what. So maybe this was okay? Just this once?
His body worked almost on auto-pilot, the blood lost from his head for another. Hey had both decided together, in silence, that he would do this. They could figure this out later, when he wasn’t throbbing for release.
Zephyr dipped under the table long enough to retrieve the designated equipment. The customer’s instructions and company policy were very explicit. The cooler had straps perfectly suited to the wearer, with some small adjustments to fit over any stallion’s existing arrangement, though this one was a little more difficult to fit than usual.
Normally it was meant for a flaccid dick, but his erect goliath did little to cooperate with the straps and leads, resulting in the awkward manoeuvre of hanging to sling the false phallus below his growing erection. The straps were enchanted to tighten around her perineum and flanks, giving a solid, almost natural, snug fit around her balls.
It was like having two dicks, which meant all the awkward that came with one, multiplied by double. Zephyr moved awkwardly as he carefully mounted the bench behind his sister, setting the end of the dildo straight, angled towards her wet lips. His own stallionhood flopped uselessly on top, serving as more of an obstruction than aid as it yearned to squeeze into its own tight space, instead forced upwards and over Fluttershy’s body to grind between her teats instead.
She gasped and he cooed. “Shhh... It—It’s okay.” He didn’t know if he believed his own words, but he said them anyway, using his free hoof to press down on her thigh to stay her trembled
Fluttershy moaned; more of a tiny squeak than a throaty hoarse mare. She was so cute when she did that—No—No! Zephyr shook himself. This was for her.
Even despite that, he felt his head flare as it was squeezed between the subtle mounds of his flesh. He’d already started to absent-mindedly grind against her, the tip of the dildo just barely grazing her already sopping wet entrance.
He just had to push.
Just a little further. And he’d be in penetrating her. Fluttershy. His sister.
“I—” he swallowed. She did the same, as if anticipating his words. He changed his mind and switched to a softer voice, leaning with his body over her to hold her gently, like a good loving stallion would. She deserved the best. This was the luxury treatment, after all. “I—I’m going to p-push into you,” he whispered, “O-Okay?”
She nodded a jerky motion. “O-Okay.”
Zephyr gently pressed forward. It was the slowest, gentlest, motion her could muster. Her felt like if he went any further, he could breaker—or worse, hurt her. If he hurt dear Fluttershy now, he could never forgive himself. “T-Tell me if it hurts...”
His hips were shaky. It was the weirdest sensation he could ever imagine. He could feel himself pressing down on her, slowly gliding deeper, penetrating his sister with the flat tip of the strapon whilst his own dick grazed her soft fur, straining forward between her mounds. He could clearly see it in front of him, and yet he felt like he was buried deep, deep inside her pussy.
“Oh—f—fuck.”
That wasn’t him.
His eyes darted back to his sister. Her blindfold was still holding steady, though she was biting her lips, as if straining against something. Oh fuck, she was so hot—Sister, damn it!
Zephyr pressed again, slightly harder this time. The dildo slipped further into her. There was no need of lube, or anything. Her pussy was so slick, so wet and needy; it was like gliding over silken cloth into the gates of heaven itself. It was bliss incarnate, and he wasn’t even doing it with his own dick.
Another thrust, this time quicker, and her breathing picked up, breaking into pants every time her felt his balls press against the back of the dildo. Her winking clit pushed back, grinding her precious nub against the top of the dildo—evidently also caught between the cooler and his real dick. It sent shivers through his spine.
“Oh—oh—ooh, Zephyr...” He’d heard her say it before, last time. It was surprising he hadn’t caught it back then, but Fluttershy was whispering his name as she came, whether she knew it or not. Gentle droplets of mare cum splattered against the base of the dildo, lubricating it further and spreading to the base of his dick as he fucked into her with increasing ferocity.
“Hnng...” Zephyr had to grit his teeth. He pressed harder, faster. The vibrations of her pussy clamping down on the dildo translated to a buzz against his balls, up his shaft, to accentuate the tight confines of her teats stroking up and down with every downwards stroke.
Her legs lifted on instinct, and Zephyr pressed into them, pulling Fluttershy’s closer to his own as she enveloped him into a full-body hug. The bindings of the massaging bed kept her in place, as she was bucked against the chains, only able to hold on by her fetlocks wrapped around Zephyr’s back.
She whispered. “Oh, Zephyr... I—I’m getting close...”
Again!? Zephyr pushed down harder, increasing his own rising plateau. It was weird. It was so, so weird. All the parts of his brain were firing in the wrong directions—parts telling him this was gross, others asking what their parents would think—but the dominant one of the bunch, the loudest voice above the rest screamed. “C-C-c-cumming!”
Zephyr’s breath left this body. His muscled locked up and the sensible parts of his mind congratulated him for not putting it inside her, because there was no way he was going to pull away from that. Fluttershy responded much the same, her body locking and tightening. Her pussy clenched around the fake shaft whilst her clenching muscled massaged Zephyrs’ shaft between their tits.
They both moaned out in using.
“I—I—I love you little brother!”
“Sister!” Zephyr groaned, his cock throbbing and straining. With one final thrust, her pressed the cooler deep into his sister’s folds, and his dick fired off ropes of his cum across her stomach and chest.
Little jets rocketed out between them they rolled through their orgasms together, just enjoying the blissful relaxation that washed over their bodies. Zephyr collapsed against the table, pressing his erupting dick between himself and his sister—the extra pressure lengthened his orgasm, pushing it to new heights as the lights shorted and sparked through his mind.
They were a heaving, panting, mound, no longer brother and sister but simply existing as lovers. Fluttershy was the first to come-to, her eyes fluttered open. Though she had nothing to see, she could recognise the shape her lover’s face—of dear little Zephyr—lying mere inches from her own muzzle.
Without a word, she leaned forward and their lips touched. He pressed back, welcoming the contact without a single thought.
The gentle trickle of flowing water turned into a gush as the pipes sounded their concern through the cloud walls above Fluttershy’s head. Through her closed eyes, she could see the creeping light of the new morning, a burning yellow as the sun crept over the tops of the Cloudsdale Heights.
Somepony knocked at her door, and a gentle voice whispered, muffled, through the thin halls. “Fluttershy, dear,” It was mom. “It’s time to get up,” she sung.
Fluttershy groaned. Today, why did it have to be today? She rolled onto her side, putting her back to the door as she pulled the sheets higher to shield her face from that wretched. She knew they were both starting flight school today, but why ever did they have to get up so early? “J-Just a five more minutes, mom...” she groused.
The door creaked open and head poked into the room. She could feel the mare’s presence as she approached the bas of the bed, and put a hoof down at her side. “Come on, dear,” she said. “You don’t want to be late. Zephyr has already started the raincloud, and you know how much trouble that’s going to be if you miss your turn...”
It was true. Ever since moving here from Pegiapolis, they’d constantly had to deal with a shortage of water—which was odd. She always thought they would have lots of water! Isn’t that why they lived in clouds!?
“Ugh...” Fluttershy groaned again. She really didn’t want to get up now, but it wasn’t her position to argue. It was a special day and she’d already spent all her fighting energy on staying up late the previous night—despite some ponies’ advice. She gentle pushed her book—the Daring Adventures of Mrs Doo—under her pillow and rolled over, then put a tired smile on her face as she shoved the sheets aside. “F-Fine...” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eye.
Mrs. Shy smiled and stood from her position beside the bed. She dusted her hocks and trotted back to the door, shouting behind her as she went. “Breakfast will be in fifteen,” she said.
Fluttershy sat up straight on the bed, watching until her mother was well out of sight. Once the door had crept shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief and rolled back under the sheets. “Juuuust five more minutes...” She closed her eyes with the sound of rain falling a few rooms over to rock her back to a short sleep
Five minutes later, Fluttershy was standing in the passageway with her towel slung over her back and loofah hanging from the strap around her wrist. She’d vacated her room shortly after father had ‘convinced’ her to wake up, and was now standing outside the only bathroom with a frown as she waited for Zephyr to finish washing up.
There was already a rising commotion down the hall, where pots and pan worked together to craft their breakfast and she could hear the flurry of feathers and hooves as they scuttled back and forth to get the table set.
And yet, here she was, waiting for the bathroom. Again.
She knocked.
FWAP, FWAP, FWAP
Evidently clouds were not very good for knocking. She tried again, putting a little of her own magic into the tough.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
“Zephyr, hurry up!” she shouted, “We’re going to be late!”
There wasn’t any immediate response. She certainly didn’t hear the classic ‘keep your feathers on, sis!’ that Zephyr would always come back with, or even the nicest snide remark about her being the only one in the house who hadn’t taken off yet.
Instead, there was just the continued pitter-patter of the raincloud as it dumped its hot contents out. Her hot contents. “Zephyr!” she shouted again, knocking repeatedly, “Hurry up! You’re going to use all the hot water again!”
On the last beating, the door lurched and cracked ajar, letting out a soft moan. It wasn’t much, just the cut-off end of a word, she assumed, but a word all the same. This caused Fluttershy’s ears to prick, and her attention to peak. “Uh, Zephyr?” she asked.
She leaned an ear to the door.
The water was still there, now a drumming din as the sound beat through the walls and the doors at the same time. She could also hear what sounded like splashing. He could possibly be taking a bath? That was cheating!
“Hey!” She pushed the door, cracking it an inch further. “Zephyr, you better not be—” She froze in her tracks, her cheeks blushing bright red as her eyes aligned with the narrow slat.
As the door crept slightly further, she caught a glimpsed of her brother. He was leaned against the wall of the tip. His head was down, and his hooves were on... something. They were moving up and down in a pistoning motion as the young colt gasped and shook, his breath in short pants interspersed by cute little moans.
His wings had just started to come in, and they were arching spread-eagle upon his back, all while the hot water continued running over him adding a mist of rising steam between him and herself. She’d seen him before, of course. It was hard not to catch a glimpse every now and then, but she’d never before seen him... aroused. It was strange to think of her brother like that, but all the same, now that she could see it—him, she couldn’t resist.
He was so preoccupied in his own task that he hadn’t noticed the door crack ajar—a bout of luck Fluttershy silently thanked the goddesses for not being caught. She tentatively pushed the door futher, affording a slightly better angle. She could see his balls, and jus the tiniest bit of something dark hanging just out of science behind his tale.
Fluttershy bit her lip. Her lungs were beginning to burn and she quickly let out her breath, fully forgotten how to breath. She could feel herself getting hotter from the warm air blowing rom inside the bathroom, and it was starting to affect her in other places.
She adjusted her stance, instinctively letting her tail move more freely as the warmth began to glow. A niggle of a thought struck her, something she’d heard of other ponies doing, but never tried herself. She reached a foreleg back, to gently touch her own—
“Fluttershy!” A mare’s voice scolded her and she was tugged, roughly, away from the bathroom door by her mother’s rough hooves. “What have we told you about snooping? It’s rude! Let your brother finish!”
Fluttershy awoke with a start to the faintest plink of a window latch being set shut. Her heart was racing and she was covered in a clammy cold sweat. The bed felt cold around her, and s shiver ran up her back reminding her that this was the real world. She’d momentarily felt like there was a presence beside her, like somepony had been watching her in her dreams, but now as she looked around, she found herself alone, in the dark, in her own bedroom.
No, not her own bedroom, but a bedroom. It was missing a lot of the familiar sensations, the smells of her cottage at home and the... sense, as it were of being at home.
She loosened her grip slightly, letting the covers slide back from over her shoulder as she rolled onto her back and transitioned to a sitting upright position. The thin rays of the morning sun were creeping into the room, casting a swatch of broken blocks of light across the lower part of the bed. Some of the moon’s light was still visible, though fading now as Luna yielded the night to her sister.
If she were to guess, it must have been about 5 or 6 AM, too early to get up, but also too late to justify going back to bed. So instead she leaned back against the pillow and turned her attention outwards, gazing across the room to take stock of her surroundings.
There was dresser in the back corner, barely illuminated in the sun’s light, with an equally startled-looking Fluttershy staring back at her from an equally as unfamiliar place. Several bags, backed and stacked, in the background behind her counterpart hinted at the first clue: they were still in the hotel.
She’d spent a lot of the night before, much to her own begrudging, packing her things at Twilight’s direction. The mare insisted that they had to get back to Ponyville this morning.
Fluttershy sighed in defeat. She rolled back into the bed and pulled the covers up over her form, holding them tight. She made to flex her wings beneath her, tucking them in comfortably at her sides, just in the crutch between her back and the mattress and let the calm of the early morning overtake her.
Her eyes drifted closed, and the images of her dreams flashed though her mind. She was back home—not Ponyville home, but her home home. They place she’d grown up alongside Zephyr with. She could still remember the finer details of her bedroom though they were starting fade and blur as the waking world took her.
What stuck the longest, though, were the emotions, the sensations. She remembered being frustrated at her mother—a common occurrence of her youth—and she remembered being flustered. A small tingling started at the base of her tail and went through her body like a tiny shockwave of pleasure.
She remembered going to the bathroom—no, outside the bathroom, and she saw—
Her eyes shot open and went straight ahead, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
The bed was wet.
A deep blush started around her cheeks and slowly spread from there as she silently mouthed to the room.
“It was just a dream? Wasn’t?”
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“No.”
“No, it couldn’t be.” Zephyr was lying on his back staring at the cracks in the ceiling above his bed. He didn’t know for sure what time it was—it felt like he hadn’t slept at all that night. His mind just kept whirling, running over the same things again and again. His mouth was dry as the dread wracked his system. Somewhere, somewhere out in that city, Fluttershy was sleeping in her own bed, likely not even thinking about him after what had happened, but he couldn’t forget.
First the photo, and now this, the sensations of fucking his own sister, having her there, holding her, loving her, making love to her, it wracked his brain. It felt disgusting, he felt disgusting, but at the same time it made him feel... good?
It was like he’d acted on some secret desire, some taboo attraction he’d never wanted to admit to himself. She was the only mare who understood him. All the others either came to date Zephyr Breeze for his rugged good looks and his dazzling charisma, but she? She liked him for who he was, she knew him at his lowest and still accepted him.
It was his duty to do everything he could to make it up to her, to help her in the only ways a brother knew how, like how she took care of him in his time of need. And to help her get over her... troubled, it felt right.
But at the same time, it was Fluttershy.
The monotonous thump, thump, thump of Vinyl’s base started up again through the floor below. It was joined by a beating of drums and the sounds of ponies dancing and hollering in ecstatic bliss. They must have gotten a new shipment of acid, he through to himself.
Zephyr rolled onto his side. Her pulled the blankets over his head and counted. “Five, four, three, two...”
An alarm sounded in the apartment next door on the left, joined in synchronous with the crying of a foal to the right. Somepony slammed their broomstick—Zephyr liked to imagine it was an actual witch—against the floor above, knocking pieces of plaster from the ceiling.
As shrapnel showered down atop Zephyr and his bed, he heard the cranky croak of an old mare screaming down at him. “Keep down that racket, body, or aye don’t want t’ have‘t raise your rent!”
Zephyr groaned. Another start to another day, he thought, and pushed the covers off of his bed. He lurched off the side, momentarily missing a second, large, chunk of plaster as it slammed down right where his head was going to be. He made a point of avoiding the—now broken—shelf above his bed, and side-stepped his nightstand to reach the bathroom.
He unlatched the medicine cabinet. A very tired, and befuddled, Zephyr Breeze stared back at him through the mirror, bags under his eyes and his usual charismatic physic a thing o the past. He practically felt himself growing less attractive. Before long he’d be no less a chick magnet than that asshole in the porn mag’s. What was his name? Prance Bloodblue?
Whoever he was, Zephyr could at least be grateful he wasn’t that guy.
He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezed out a little bead, and set to work cleaning his teeth. The crying turned into a whaling sqruaaaach as other ponies began their days. The pipes cried out and groaned in agony as the water was forcefully extruded from their rusting interiors, creating a cacophony of ear-splitting horrors the likes of which only Princess Luna could sleep through.
He spat out the toothpaste and washed his face, turning up to the mirror with a little less of a tired look, but more of a smug, jock-like exhaustion. At least the bags were gone. If he grinned hard enough, ponies might not even be able to tell he’d had little to now sleep in the past three days.
“I really need to move out of this dump.”
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The sun had slowly started to brighten. With every waking moment, Fluttershy could feel the day coming nearer. It had started with the soft light of the sun pushing away the moon, then came the birds chirping and the chattering of ponies outside.
Chariots trundled through the cobbled streets outside as the roads of Manehattan slowly began to come alive; all the while she remained here awake in her bed, staring into space as if in deep thought.
On multiple occasions she spied the rump of a pegasus flying by her window, or the wings of a robin flit through the branches of a tree. She felt the moments drag on agonisingly as she awaited the inevitable.
Any minute now, Twilight’s alarm was about to sound and the mad rush would begin. She’d be sent out of her bed, scrambling to gather all of her things and be ready to go. Twilight had already set their checkout time for eight, to catch the train to Ponyville fifteen minutes after.
It was perfectly-timed to be out of here as fast as possible, and yet, Fluttershy felt like she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to leave, at least not yet.
The moist spot in the bed had long since begun to dry, and Fluttershy swished her tail beneath the covers feeling for where it had been. That dream she’d had, was different. She could feel it.
After everything that had happened, between herself and Zephyr, she couldn’t just leave that behind. She loved him—such a thing was par and part of the course between siblings, but this somehow felt different, as strange as that sounds. Fluttershy loved her brother.
But did he love her? Did he, in the same way?
He’d had every opportunity to turn her away. He could have said ‘no’ at any time. Did that mean he loved her back? Or was he too ashamed to tell her no?
There was no way she could tell, not without seeing him for at least one last time.
Fluttershy pushed herself out of the bed. She cast one last look at herself in the mirror—the mare that looked back had a deep blush on her cheeks, but also a convicted glint in her eye. She was a mare on a mission.
She unfurled her wings and flicked the latch on the bedroom door, allowing it to swing open as she stepped out into the corridor beyond. Out here, the rest of the apartment was still dark, as if some parts of Luna’s night still remained, just barely hanging onto reality by a thread.
The dim light increased as she tip-toed towards the living room, where Twilight was still curled up in her position on the couch. The Princess had her hooves draped off the edges with only her mane and wings visible in a disorganised messed from Fluttershy’s angle.
The curtains were drawn, giving the entire space it’s dim, diffuse look as Fluttershy carefully crept across the space towards the kitchen area. She unfurled her wings and glided the final distance, before setting down in front of the fridge.
As she cracked the fridge ajar and retrieved the bowl of chillies, there was a loud creak, and the fumbling of blankets from over her back. “F-Fluttershy?” Came a bewildered voice, Twilight’s.
Fluttershy froze in her position. She swallowed, and her stomach began to drop as she slowly turned around to meet eyes with a very tired-looking Twilight Sparkle. The princess had a bad case of the bed-mane and was rubbing her one eye as she squinted over the back of the couch. “What are...” She yawned, and then blinked. “...doing?”
‘Shy gulped, this time more visibly. She felt the blood running from her face as she attempted to hide the bowl behind the back. “N-Nothing...” she lied.
Twilight’s eye narrowed. She lifted herself up over the back of the couch, resting both hooves over the edge as she squinted in Fluttershy’s direction. Through her drowsy daze, she mumbled. “... Is that... the—“
“Nope!” Fluttershy cut her off, if not too abruptly. She started slowly sliding herself sideways towards the exit, keeping eye-contact with Twilight as she plastered an innocent grin across her face. “N-Nope, nothing here! Y-You’re just dreaming...” Fluttershy cooed, “Go to sleeeep, little princessss, and Fl-Flutt...”
Twilight’s ears pricked forward. She blinked for a moment, and her face suddenly went pale. She stood up straight against the back of the couch, wings flared. “Ch-Ch-Chillies!” she screamed, pointing a hoof directly at ‘Shy. “What are you doing with the chillies!?”
Three more steps and Fluttershy was almost to the door. She shook her head, attempting a shrug whilst keeping the bowl out of Twilight’s sight. “Chillies? What are you—” Twilight leapt from her perch on the couch and too flight. Fluttershy squealed. She tipped the entire bowl into her mouth, then dropped it and began chewing. “So sorry I really have to go bye!” Fluttershy shouted after her as made a beeline for the door, mumbling and sweating as the burning hot vegetables began to take their toll.
She slammed the door behind her. There was a slam, and the wall shuddered as somepony—very likely a princess-shaped pony—collided with the far side. Several curses and shouted came muffled through the keyhole as Fluttershy made her escape, shying under the glances of several other curious tenants.
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Fluttershy was already starting to regret her decision. Her mouth and lips were burning hot and itching all over and her loins had reignited with a renewed vigour. She could feel the butterflies building up in her stomach as she exited to the open street. It was like she’d eaten a hoof full of her own cutie marks for breakfast and she was starting to feel queasy.
“Fluuttersssshy!”
Twilight’s voice screamed out over the heavens, causing Fluttershy to stop and pause. She glanced up along the side of the building, spotting a smudge of purple hanging from out one of the balconies, visibly fuming.
Speckles of nose-bleed speckled the pavement in front of her and Fluttershy back up onto the street.
“Get back in here right bucking now!”
“Um, ma’am,” The bellhop—a strapping young stallion in a suit, set aside one of his briefcases to look up at the crazed me. He gestured to Twilight whilst looking at Fluttershy. “You don’t happen to know this ‘Flutter’ pony, do you?”
Fluttershy’s ears lowered slightly, and she fought back the urge to hide under her mane. She backed away from him, slowly turning as she put on a wobbling smile. “N-Nope. Not at all, mister.” She felt her tail beginning to flag as she made for the street, pinning her tail and wings down against her body to hide her shame as she tried with all her might not to look suspicious.
There was a small alleyway across the street from the hotel—she remembered passing it on multiple occasions on the way to Assley Maredison. It cut right across the neighbouring theatre into the combination red-light and medical district of Manehattan. It also had the benefit of being hidden from view of any windows in the hotel.
She hurried down the way, panting and heaving, as she dodged the trash cans and dumpsters. She glanced behind her; just spotting Twilight vanished back into their hotel room before the building was lost between the red and sandstone bricks of the theatre.
She’d bought herself some time, maybe a few minutes. It was unlikely Twilight could have seen her duck in this way, and even is she did guess her destination, the Princess would be taking the longer rough down Mane Road.
Still, she made hasted. There was always the possibility Twilight, with her damned magic, could just scry her location. And if she did that, her plans were up for naught before they could even begin.
Fluttershy was half out of breath by the time she made it to the other side, and a part of her had to kick her for not remembering to fly. She took off and glided the rest of the distance, her aching hooves just grazing the hardened cobble steps of the town park.
Down the last step, and she arrived at her destination, almost. The neon bright light of the Assley Maredison sigh cast an eerily green and blue hue over the storefront, even in the stark light of the sun. The giant dick hung like a teasing symbol of her wants, and Fluttershy couldn’t help but bite her lip as she alighted in front of the entrance.
She approached it slowly. There weren’t any ponies around—not now, at this time of day, and it was quickly obvious why. The revolving front door had been latched shut, with an equally as gaudy, glowing neon sign hung crooked out front reading with the words ‘CLOSED’.
A stallion’s phallus was even etched into the plaque encompassing each letter from the balls around the ‘C’ to the flared head forming the ‘D’. This only served to remind Fluttershy further of her growing desire, and her wanton need.
She had to find another way inside, some staff entrance, or something.
“FLUUUTTTERSSHYYYY!” Twilight screeched over the rooftops, causing her mane and coat to stand on end.
Fluttershy dashed around the side of the building, darting down the little alleyway. She glanced back, around the corner, just in time to see the princess dart past in a blur as she scanned the store-fronts.
She’d have to make this quick.
“Fluttershy?”
Zephyr’s voice spoke up behind her, and Fluttershy froze. Her eyes widened and the butterlies in her stomach did a somersault. He’s here. “Z-Z-Zephyr...” she sighed, turning around slowly.
The stallion was there, a tote bag slung over his back with a key in his hoof ready to open the side-entrance to Assley Maredison. His wings were flared and his face was tinged slightly red at the appearance of his sister.
“Zephyr...” Fluttershy repeated, her breath gone from her as she panted, slowly approaching her brother—no, her lover. She stood before him, a deep blush spreading across her features as they both looked into each other’s eyes. A frown came across Zephyr’s features, and Fluttershy set a hoof on his cheek. “Zephyr,” she said, “I need you. Kiss me.”
His muscles tightened visibly, but her made no move to get away. Slowly, Fluttershy leaned forward. Their lips touched, but for a second, as Zephyr pulled away with a wince. “Ah—“
“Oh,” Fluttershy pulled back, tears welling in her eyes. She covered her mouth ready to apologise. This was a mistake, she knew it, he couldn’t have—“I’m so so—“
“No.” He calmed her with a hoof to the shoulder, athen leaned in closer, looking Fluttershy in the eye—a look of compassion, not of hate or regret. It was soft and endearing. “Your mouth tastes like hot peppers,” he said.
“I-” She blushed. “It’s a long s—“
He smiled. “I like it.” Zephyr leaned in and stole another kiss, this one longer, more heated, as their mouths finally met each other and made contact, both siblings embracing each other. The moment could have lasted forever. Their mouths opened Fluttershy felt her brother’s tongue graze but for a briefly against her own. She welcomed him, but then just as quickly had it ended.
They oparted slowly, staring into each other’s eyes with a glazed-over longing. A thing strand of saliva attached both their lips, and gently pulled, then snapped, breaking their connection at last. “You’re flaring.” Zephyr said, breaking the silence too.
Fluttershy giggled. “So are you,” she said, noting the set of wings protruding from against her brother’s back. She averted her eyes. The giggle died in her throat as a solemn feeling came over her. “Zephyr,” she said, barely a whisper. No more than a whisper was needed. “I loved you. D-Do you love me too?”
He held her close. Zephyr had long since dropped to his haunches, the tote bag gone and forgotten. He stared into Fluttershy’s and said, without a heartbeat of hesitation. “Yes. Of course I do, I’m no your brother.”
“No.” Fluttershy shook her head. She couldn’t stop the tears from forming in her eyes, not ones f sadness, but of... “I love you, Zephyr Breeze. Not as a brother, but as...”
He went silent. The whole world around them seemed to have stopped. The only sound was of Fluttershy’s one breathing, and her heart thumping against the inside of her chest. This was it. Was he going to accept it?
Zephyr looked her over with wide eyes, his breath held. It was agonising to wait as the seconds dragged into hours, eons.
“Yes.”
Again, her pulled Fluttershy into a deep, longing kiss. They could both feel the heat rising between them, and the pressure of Zephyr’s arousal pressed between their bodies as they drew ever together.
Fluttershy pulled away, her breath gone. Her mane draped over her eyes and she made a point of pushing it back, so she could look into her brother’s eyes, and see all of him. “I want you to come back to Ponyville with me.”
“What will our parents think?”
“They don’t have to know.”
“You know they’ll find out.”
“Then we’ll tell them when they’re ready...”
Wings swooped over the building above as Princess Twilight Sparkle, accompanied by the Royal Guard, ran their next sweet of the area. Fluttershy held onto her brother for just a little longer. They shared another kiss, just a short peck, as she memorised the sensations of his body against hers. She could felt their hearts beating in unison. They were one, in blood and soul.
She pushed him away, separating them with no little bit of hesitation. Fluttershy put a few steps between herself and her brother. Zephyr simply stared, like a deer in the headlights at Fluttershy’s flagging marehood. She was hot and needy, but not in a bad way as she turned an eye back to him.
She blew him a kiss. “I’ll see you then,” she whispered, and then added before she left. “And remember: This is our little... Hidden desire.”
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