Forget About the Morning Wood...
“I hope you beautiful young mares have a wonderful evening,” Zephyr began, barging into his sister’s room without so much as a knock. Resting one elbow on the door frame, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his muzzle, his gaze inevitably swept to the prismatic maned mare resting on the floor. “I would hang around to chat, but I’ve got a busy morning ahead. Have fun with your little sleepover, Rainbows.”
“Sleep well, Zeph,” Fluttershy murmured, waving to the retreating stallion.
Unlike her friend-made-host, Dash petulantly scrunched her snout and kept her lips sealed. It was awkward enough that she’d been invited to Fluttershy’s house to stay the night, for old times’ sake, but the inclusion of the insufferable stallion was one factor she’d failed to account for. It wasn’t like she minded having a good old fashioned sleepover with one of her best buddies, but having Zephyr around really soured the mood.
Flapping her wings and getting to her feet, she stomped over to the exit, slammed the door shut, and turned the lock. Even if he claimed to be going to bed, she wasn’t going to risk another unwanted intrusion from him. Going so far as to try the knob, ensuring that they wouldn’t have any further interruptions, she turned around and stomped back to her spot before the television.
“He’s not that bad,” Fluttershy demurely stated, reclining and flipping open the romance novel she’d been reading, “and he has been working at the hair salon in Manehattan for the better part of a year.”
Snatching up the controller of the ancient Joy-Boy console, Dash turned her attention back to the softly glowing screen. “Well he’s still annoying…”
The afternoon had actually been pleasant, save for the periodic appearances of the aquamarine menace. She and Fluttershy had been treated to a nice, home cooked meal, courtesy of Posey Shy, and they’d spent almost the evening playing games or just chatting. With the sun having set some time ago, and the television bathing the room in soft hues, she stifled a yawn.
Under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn’t be tired so early - regrettably, the circumstances weren’t quite ordinary. Knowing she’d be spending most of the day with her friend, she’d gotten up extra early to run errands, pick up snacks, and attend the earliest Wonderbolt practice that was scheduled. While she’d gotten everything on her docket completed in a timely manner, the early start and packed schedule had left her feeling more than a little drained.
Grinding through stage after stage of Super Mare-io Sisters, she paused the game to give herself a stretch. Though she hated to admit it, she really wouldn’t mind hitting the sack - a fact that she felt certain Fluttershy wouldn’t be opposed to. Twisting around, seeing the buttery-yellow pegasus lounging on the bed, she pushed herself up.
“I think I’m gonna hop in the shower,” she stated, fanning her t-shirt. “You - uh - wouldn’t mind if I borrow something to wear, would you?”
“Oh - um - hang on,” Fluttershy murmured, swinging her feet from the bed. Trotting to her closet, surveying a number of clothes hanging therein, she plucked a pair of pajama pants and matching top from the rack. “These should fit.”
Dash inspected the garment, biting her tongue all the while. Of course the outfit would fit, she wasn’t nearly as well endowed as her friend was. Compared to Fluttershy, who sported an almost absurdly large rack and very plush ass, she almost resembled a rail - sure, her modest c-cup bosoms and sporty rear were attractive enough, but she always felt outclassed in the looks department around her friend. Walking over and taking the garments, she hitched a thumb towards the door.
“You mind if I use one of your towels?” she inquired.
“Of course not,” the timid pegasus responded, dismissively batting a wing. “As those southern ponies say, ‘Mi casa es su casa.’”
“Thanks,” Dash hummed, spinning around and moving towards the exit.
Given that nearly an hour had passed since Zephyr had butted in, and he had mentioned that he was going to sleep, she should be in the clear. Fortunately for her, even if he was still up, the chances of running into him were relatively slim. With the bathroom being only two doors down, past Mr. and Mrs. Shy’s bedroom, it wasn’t like she had to go through the house to reach her destination.
Without so much as a second thought, she reached for the door, turned the handle, and let herself inside. The first thing to strike her as odd was the soft sound of pattering water, though the humid warmth swiftly caught her attention. As she lifted her head, momentarily confused by what was going on, she went rigid. Standing not but a few feet in front of her, within the basin of the tub, was none other than Zephyr Breeze.
Her thoughts went haywire, as she locked eyes with him. The door hadn’t been locked, and he’d said he was going to sleep, though his sea-green coat, blonde mane, and cerise eyes were unmistakable. Taken wholly off guard by the sight of him, beyond startled, she looked him up and down in disbelief - that was, until she noticed it.
Hanging from his groin, nearly reaching half-way to his knee, was a vascular teal length of flesh. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, as comprehension dawned on her. As unbelievable as it was, drying any sense of reason, Zephyr Breeze had the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. Frozen like a deer in the headlights, unable to move and barely able to think, she stared in open awe at his profound package.
A number of questions assailed her, from the logistics of how he walked around with something so big to how huge his endowment was when fully erect, but one clawed its way to the top of the list - how in the hay had she never noticed his junk?! It wasn’t like he ever wore anything overly baggy or loose, so the imprint of his equipment should have been easily visible before now! For buck’s sake, she’d seen him wearing skinny jeans from time to time, yet even those clinging garments hadn’t given any hints about the monster he was packing.
Watching his length swell and grow, she instinctively took a timid step back. The damn thing looked like it was at least as long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist, evoking a primal sense of fear and excitement within her. As if in a trance, finding herself unable to look away, it took actually hearing someone to break the spell.
“Hey,” a smooth, lilting voice caught her ear, bringing her eyes off the imposing stallionhood, “my eyes are up here…”
Peering over at Zephyr’s face, seeing his luscious locks draped over his neck and chest, her knees buckled. She could only ever recall seeing him with his hair up, barring one or two rare occasions, so the sight of his handsome face, wreathed in the gold of his hair, nearly did her in. While he may not have been the most well-built or muscular stallion, the one-two punch of his immense package, dulcet tone, and strong jaw set her heart hammering.
“Come on in, Rainbows, I’ll make room for you...” he added, stepping back and making room for her.
The utterance of his pet name for her triggered something akin to a fight or flight response, sundering whatever enchantment she’d fallen under in the blink of an eye. Sailing back, with a single beat of her wings, she escaped from the cramped confines and rushed back to the sanctuary of Fluttershy’s chamber. Though it took her less than a second to reach her refuge, and only two more to lock and barricade the door with a chair, the damage was done.
Wide eyed with panic, feeling her heart thundering within her chest, she heaved air into her lungs. She’d faced dragons, cosmic beings of unfathomable power, shapeshifting tyrants, and all manner of nightmarish creatures, yet nothing could compare to the sight of Zephyr’s naked body - not because it was overtly terrifying, but because of how alarmingly angelic he looked. Though it sickened her to admit it, lurking within a deep, dark corner of her psyche, a part of her had liked what she’d seen.
“Dash?” Fluttershy asked.
While it took her a moment, feeling as though her mouth was drier than the Badlands, Dash eventually found her voice. “Yeah?”
“Are you - um - alright?” the meek pegasi inquired, knitting her brow.
Dash nervously nodded, checking the barred door a second time. “Oh yeah, I’m totally fine.”
Squinting up at her friend, Fluttershy didn’t appear all that convinced. “So you’re not going to take a shower?”
“What? Nah,” the anxious, visibly jittery mare shot back. “Someone used up all the hot water, so I’ll just take one in the morning after I get up.”
“Oh, that’s fine. Zephyr does tend to take long showers, but it’s not his fault -” Fluttershy hummed, marking and closing her novel, “after all, he does have more mane than anyone else in the house.”
Dash’s subconscious surreptitiously reminded her that he had more than just a huge mane, spurring her to pinch the bridge of her snout. Trudging back to the television, she flopped down, unpaused her game, and continued to play. Excusing herself and leaving would be extremely rude, and flying home at night would be a trial, so the only reasonable option was to buckle down and distract herself until she got tired.
Unfortunately for her, preoccupying herself proved to be more of a challenge than she’d first thought. With only two old video games to play, and having beaten them in less than an hour, she found herself with little to do. Reading was boring, there was nothing interesting on television to watch, and Fluttershy had conked out less than an hour after her incident, she was left with the worst possible thing - her thoughts.
Laying atop her sleeping bag, keeping her eyes glued shut, she twisted and turned in place. Try as she might, in spite of all her mute begging to the heavens, she simply couldn’t get to sleep - heck, she was more awake than she’d been all day! It would have been bad enough to suffer through a bout of insomnia, but this was far, far worse than any usual sort of restlessness; it wasn’t that her bedding was uncomfortable, or that there was anything overtly wrong, but because the image of Zephyr’s absolute behemoth of a cock haunted her.
For the life of her, she simply couldn’t wrap her head around how he could possibly have a dick that big. Zephyr wasn’t exactly a huge guy, being relatively slim and having only the slightest bit of muscle tone, which made his monstrous dick almost look comedic on his slender frame. Trying and failing to find any reasonable explanation for what she’d seen, her sleep deprived mind came to a single, reasonable conclusion - maybe she’d imagined it.
The bathroom had been a bit steamy, and there’d been maybe five or six feet between them, so there was a chance she’d simply imagined seeing a gargantuan cock hanging from his groin. It wasn’t like she’d actually touched it or looked at him for more than a second, even though it had certainly felt like a small infinity, and she grew increasingly perplexed as to how in the world he could have hidden something so large from her for so long. Pursing her lips, glancing over at her snoozing friend, she stealthily pushed herself up and crept towards the exit.
The way she saw it, she had two options - she could either blindly accept the idea that she’d somehow hallucinated a giant dong on Fluttershy’s brother, or she could find out what he was really packing. After silently dismantling the barricade, she tiptoed down the hall and rounded the corner. While she’d never had any inclination of visiting Zephyr’s room, for any reason, she had to quell her gnawing thoughts and give herself some peace of mind, one way or another.
As she approached his door, she slowed to a snail’s pace. It wasn’t like she had any issues sneaking into his room, considering she’d been putting up with his shit for years, but being caught would be less than ideal. Holding her breath, stopping just outside the threshold, she intently listened for any signs of life.
Seconds passed, then a minute or two, until she summoned the courage to proceed. It definitely didn’t sound like Zephyr was awake, or possibly in his chamber at all, which suited her purposes just fine. Silently trying the knob and finding it unlocked, she cautiously opened the door, crouched down, and peeked within.
Sure enough, she could just make out a form on the mattress beneath the sheets. Lying completely motionless, with only the top of his head visible, the stallion softly dozed. Seeing him laying there gave her a moment for pause, as her morality and revulsion warred with her curiosity and doubt at what she’d seen in the bathroom, but only for a moment. Pulling the door closed behind herself, she kept a close eye on the still stallion.
Normally speaking, she would never have done something so brazen and intrusive as to slip into someone’s room, while they were asleep, to surreptitiously get a glimpse of their junk, but desperate times for desperate measures. She simply couldn’t accept that the most annoying braggart she’d ever met was as well hung as some sort of a zoo animal - at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Even if he was packing a massive schlong, she had to know, for her own sanity’s sake.
As quiet as a field mouse, she moved to his bedside and gazed down on him. He actually looked rather peaceful, with a strand of drool creeping down his cheek, although that was no guarantee how heavy of a sleeper he was. Hoping he was going commando, she stooped down, grasped the edge of his blanket, and gently uncovered him. While the sight of his bare chest gave her a bit of hope, her plans for an easy appraisal were dashed when she spotted a pair of boxers covering his nethers.
Leaning over the slumbering stud, she carefully began pulling his underwear; sadly, the affair proved both daunting and time consuming one. As the fabric slipped downward and revealed the base of his impossibly thick cock, she slowed. She could have fled, seeing that hadn’t imagined the sheer size of his unit, but there was a problem - she couldn’t leave until she got a look of everything he was packing.
Every exposed inch of his length caused her eyes to widen and heart to beat faster, until the behemoth was laid fully bare. Though she hadn’t brought a tape measure, she could already tell that he was pushing a foot long and upwards of two inches wide. Marveling at the colossal log of flesh, taking note of the ripe, fuzzy nuts beneath his shaft, she licked her lips. Even though she’d accomplished her goal, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Lowering her head, bringing her muzzle to within a few inches of his groin, she glowered at his package and drew a breath - a breath which nearly sent her reeling. Despite having showered just a short time ago, the subtle aroma of his virile musk assailed her. A thrilled shiver shot up her spine, her marehood seized upon itself, and her nipples grew erect, as her traitorous body rebelled against her higher functions.
With her snout hovering just above his groin, breathing heavier than ever, an inexplicable compulsion struck her. Since she’d gone so far as to sneak into his room and gawk at his junk, what harm would there be if she pushed the envelope? As crazy and out of character as it was, inspired by the amazing sight and scent of him, she wondered what other sensory delights he may hold.
Quickly scanning his face, making sure that he hadn’t woken up, she lowered her muzzle. On the off chance that he woke up, she could easily deny that she’d done anything reprehensible. Her friends, Mr. and Mrs. Shy, and half of Ponyville knew how badly he lusted after her, so any accusation that she would do something so scandalous to him would be dismissed outright. As the corners of her lips turned up, exceedingly pleased with her emergency fallback plan, she drew her tongue up his length.
The faint, earthy flavor of his skin was almost sweet, so pleasant that she had to stifle a moan. Her first impulsive lick was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was lavishing him with her tongue. Some part of her knew something was amiss, reminding her of how obnoxious he was, but her id wasn’t having it. Between his adonic beauty and stunning cock, her primal, marish urges never stood a chance.
As the mental haze of lust grew thicker, her motions grew more heated and bold. Though she still had the wherewithal to periodically check that he was sound asleep, pausing to peek up at him, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She told herself it was for curiosity’s sake, needing to see how large he’d get when hard, but that was only a half truth; the reality was that she took some licentious joy from the shameful act, growing more and more excited by the second.
Little by little, heartbeat by heartbeat, her ministrations bore fruit. Though it took what felt like a small eternity of amorous and amoral attention, his stallionhood finally grew fully erect. Feeling his velvety flesh against her tongue, having had to alter the angle of her head to accommodate his titanic pillar of a dick, she withdrew and marveled at him.
He’d been impressive enough while flaccid, but his turgid length was a wonder to behold. Standing tall and proud, like an obelisk of old, his stallionhood was astounding beyond words. As she reared back to her full height and stared down at his saliva-streaked shaft, fully aware of her aching, moistened nethers, her thoughts wandered into inconceivable waters. If he looked good, smelled better, and tasted downright amazing, how would he feel filling her throbbing marehood?
Pushed past the point of reason, she wriggled out of her pajama bottoms. She felt certain that his divine package was chaste, unsullied by any mare, which tinged her lecherous desires with an element of conquest. Even if she didn’t particularly like him, being the first in Equestria to despoil his gargantuan tool would be a feat in and of itself - that and claiming the bragging rights for fucking something so massive would be a perk. Lightly stepping up and onto the bed, she swung one leg over his waist and steadily sank into a deep squat.
Her every move was calculated and slow, both to keep him from waking and to make certain her positioning was right. Craning her head and peering down her chest, attempting to align herself, she scowled. Her top, though comfortable, made looking past her bosoms an insurmountable task. Deftly unbuttoning and discarding her shirt, flinging it atop her pants, she nodded to herself and proceeded.
Looking between her freed breasts, watching her slavering loins approaching the tip of his length, she gnawed her bottom lip. The entire setup was like some debaucherous heist scene, with her doing her level best not to get caught. Gradually lowering her hips, kissing her entrance to the immense, blunt head of his cock, she shuddered. She still had time to sneak away and pretend like none of this had ever happened - then again, she’d already come so far.
Steeling herself, she bore her weight on him and did what she could to stay relaxed. She could have sworn that a fist was jammed to her cunt, had she not known better, but that wasn’t the case. As the pressure against her snatch slowly mounted, so too did her frustration. While she was by no means a harlot, having bedded only a handful of ponies in her day, she was not about to throw in the towel to Zephyr’s monster dong, even if it meant chancing fate.
In a risky, impetuous move, flying against her stealthy actions thus far, she raised her waist and threw her weight downward; in a grand bit of irony, her gambit paid off a bit too well. Though her efforts did pay off, she was impaled by almost the entirety of his shaft in the blink of an eye. Her nerves went haywire, her mind went blank, and a cascade of her climactic nectar flooded from her stuffed, quivering confines.
The sensation of having something so massive stretching her depths was the definition of insanity. Intense and overwhelming, yet blissful to a fault, he filled her beyond what should have been possible. Her overloaded brain struggled to comprehend what had happened, while she panted and gazed into the ether, only eventually remembering that he was supposed to be asleep.
As gazed down at his face, seeing his tranquil expression and closed eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief and tried to gather her thoughts. She’d been penetrated, yet she’d cum harder and faster than she ever had in her entire life! Experimentally clenching around him, feeling his tip pressed against her cervix, she considered her options.
Though there was a strong argument to be made for leaving, lest she unintentionally awaken him and deal with the shit-show that would follow, the temptation of actually fucking him was too strong. Easing herself into a kneeling position, kicking her feet out behind herself, she rested her hands on her knees and acclimated to the enormous intrusion. While she did take some small solace that she’d managed to accommodate almost all of his length within herself, that didn’t mean that riding the beast would be easy.
Raising her torso and unsheathing herself from his stallionhood, she shuddered. Merely feeling the ridged head and veins along his shaft was incredible, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her, and she’d only just started. Sensing his medial ring slip free, stretching her lower lips on its way out of her canal, she broadened her stance and started bouncing.
Screwing herself on something so large would be a challenge by itself, but doing so quietly proved to be a herculean affair. Every descent nearly made her whimper, while every ascent almost evoked a moan. To say it felt heavenly would be an understatement, yet there was something she could do to elevate the experience.
Extending her wings and curling them around her chest, she teased and brushed her sensitive nipples with the feathered appendages. She wasn’t normally one to have her tits played with, but the additional stimulation helped her to stay relaxed and made the affair particularly enjoyable. Eyeing his naked chest, secretly wishing she could plaster herself against his unimpressive pecs, she subconsciously increased her pace - at least she tried, until a loud creak brought her to a screeching halt.
Twisting her head and surveying the room, looking for the source of the noise, she waited a minute before reluctantly continuing to ride him. Sure enough, after regaining her rhythm, the sound struck again, yet she was savvy or quick enough to comprehend what it was the second time. The twin sized bed they were on clearly hadn’t been built to hold two full-sized ponies, much less two full-sized ponies screwing, which meant she’d need to alter her tactics.
Knowing she couldn’t go as quickly as she wanted, but far from willing to throw in the towel, she set to fucking herself on him once again, albeit at a more relaxed pace. As badly as she would have liked to buck on him until the bed frame broke, waking him up or being caught would be a disaster - as such, she’d have to be a bit careful. Savoring the sensation of his medial ring popping in and out of her entrance, she reached for her groin.
Seeing as how he apparently slept like a brick, to the point where he was practically balls-deep in a mare without knowing it, she saw no harm in getting herself off. Furiously kneading her clit, while simultaneously twisting and pulling one nipple, her eyelids fluttered. Though she’d nearly cum her brains out a few minutes prior, she could already feel herself skyrocketing towards a second release.
On and on she went, wantonly bouncing on his dick, until a thought occurred. While she couldn’t go as fast or as hard as she would have liked, she could capitalize on his inaction. Leaning back and propping herself on one arm, situating the fat ring on his cock right on her g-spot, she transitioned from long, deep strokes to frenziedly bucking her hips.
The change in tactic was staggering and almost enough to make her howl out in bliss - almost. Abandoning her rack, she bit down on her thumb and rhythmically pistoned herself atop him. Sweet, merciful Celestia - if he was this good as a living dildo, she couldn’t imagine how insane he’d be while bending her over and railing her out from behind! Musing on all the what-ifs, with her ill-will towards him weakening with each impact of her ass on his thighs, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Teetering on the brink, she was woefully ignorant to the effects of her lovemaking on her dormant paramour. Zephyr winced and turned his head, as his cock began to violently pulse and swell. Sleeping or not, there was only so much affection a stallion could endure before they reached their limit. Flaring against her womb, as his balls snuggled up to his groin, a cascade of seed surged through his shaft and into his mate.
The unforeseen sensation of something hot and thick pouring into her signaled Dash’s depraved death knell. Her second climax was even stronger and more overwhelming than the first, taking her completely off guard. Gushing her nectar over his abdomen and chest, all but painting his body with her syrupy goodness, she only stopped when her limbs refused to obey her. Shuddering on him, wheezing around her thumb, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
It was as if the world had gone mad. There she was, impaled on a stallion who she downright detested, yet she’d cum with the full, uncontested force of a dying star. Rolling her head forward, she peered down at him. Somehow, unthinkable though it was, the repugnant pony had redeemed himself in one small, sinful capacity.
While she had no intention of breathing a word of the hedonistic tryst to another living soul, she was rocked to the core by the experience. To think Zephyr Breeze, the loathsome blowhard of a stallion, was capable of delivering such monumental heights of ecstasy was mind boggling. There was no way in Tartarus she’d ever breathe a word of it to him, lest he redouble his attempts to woo her, which made the circumstances all the more frustrating.
Waiting a few minutes to recuperate her strength, she shudderingly dismounted. No sooner had the softening tip of his shaft slipped free than a small deluge of his essence flooded from her confines. Like a burst dam, a cocktail of his spunk and her essence bathed his crotch, upper thighs, and the sheets below. Looking down, seeing the mess she’d made, she gulped and soared for the door, scooping up her discarded garments in a panic.
Unable to think clearly, acting off instinct, she hurried into the vacant bathroom and closed the door behind herself. A trail of jizz crept down her legs, she’d likely left a trail of cum in the hallway, and she’d left Zephyr in a wholly unbecoming state, but none of that was ignominious as the fact that he’d blown a massive load directly into her foal-factory. Tossing her attire into a pile, praying a shower would wash away the cooling seed and the disgrace threatening to overtake her, she scoured herself until the water ran cold.
It was only as she started drying herself off was she stricken by an almost preternatural lethargy. The excitement of her perverse and tumultuous evening faded, replaced by an exhaustion which, to her mercy, eclipsed her disgrace. Languidly dressing herself and shuffling back to Fluttershy’s room, having washed away the sticky remnants of her fling down the drain, she collapsed onto her sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.
As the warm embrace of slumber settled upon her, she sighed. While she wasn’t exactly proud of what she’d done, at least she’d discovered one quality of Zephyr which she found palatable. Her eyes drifted closed, her muscles grew relaxed, and her once racing heart slowed - that was, until she noticed a cyan eye peeking down at her from on the nearby bed.
“I decided to take that shower -” she murmured, contently wriggling on her bedding, “didn’t want to go to sleep feeling grimy.”
On any other occasion, she would have simply wished her friend good night and promptly passed out, but something about noticing that her companion was still awake piqued her curiosity. Perhaps it was due to her physical and mental fatigue, or maybe it was due to the mind-bending orgasms she’d had shortly ago - either way, a question nagged at her. Sluggishly rolling to her side to face the buttery pegasus, feeling her sore, battered marehood between her thighs, she adjusted herself and cleared her throat.
“Fluttershy,” she began, attempting to put on a disinterested tone, “how long is Zephyr going to be staying?”
“Zephyr? He’ll -” Fluttershy trailed off, yawning and covering her mouth, “he’ll be here until next week, why?”
Forcing herself to frown, in spite of the butterflies forming in her stomach, she dismissively shrugged. “I was gonna ask if I could crash here tomorrow night - you know, since today was so much fun…”
“Of course you can,” the weary looking pegasus softly intoned, looking as though she may pass out at any second, “you know you’re free to stay whenever you want.”
“Thanks, Fluttershy, you’re the best,” Dash hummed, flipping over and facing away from her companion. “Sleep well.”
Having another day to pal around with her friend would be fun, but that wasn’t the reason she’d inquired about the tall, annoying, big-dicked stallion. Another night in the Shy household, with Zephyr at home, meant another opportunity to sate herself on him. Listlessly rubbing her snatch, wondering how she could best savor another encounter with her newly claimed, personal fuck-toy, she drifted off to sleep…