Chapter 0
It was a sunny morning in Cloudsdale, what with the clouds being the ground rather than high up in the sky. Hearts and Hooves Day was just kicking into gear, many happy couples already roaming the streets and staring at each other all lovey-dovey-like. Not all was sunshine and rainbows, though.
The door of the Shy residence slams open to the sound of a stallion sobbing. Mr. and Mrs. Shy turn to look at the commotion, and see their son, Zephyr Breeze, having already sat at their front table. He's well on his way to making a sizeable puddle of tears, having dropped his head onto his forehooves. Each of his eyes runs a near-uninterrupted stream down his fur.
Mr. Shy's moustache bends down with a frown, and Mrs. Shy sighs as her eyes soften. They move to sit down beside their son, father on the left and mother on the right. Mr. Shy places his forehooves together on the table in front of him, thoughts of having adorable grandfoals to dote on swirling within his thoughts.
Mrs. Shy, meanwhile, places her left hoof over Zephyr's back to hold him while gently stroking his mane with her right hoof. Both simply wait for him to speak, unwilling to interrupt him. They know he'll talk when he's ready.
A minute or two of empathetic presence later, Zephyr Breeze raises his head and smiles weakly as his mother pulls back from his mane.
"H-Hey mom, dad. What's up?"
Unlike his normal brash tone, he's nearly as quiet as his parents are at their full volume. Mr. Shy speaks up first.
"Don't you what's up me, son. You know we can always tell when you're upset. Now, tell us what's wrong."
Zephyr sighs. "I just thought I'd feel better if I visited my parents today. Don't worry about me, I'll me fine."
Mrs. Shy frowns for the first time today, and says, "We know there's more to it than that. Maybe we can help."
"There's no hiding anything from you. I don't think you can help, but..."
Another sob wracks Zephyr's body, and Mrs. Shy pats his back gently.
"It's about Rainbow Dash. Yesterday, she said she didn't want to see me anywhere today, and when I went to ask again, I saw her—"
His voice hitches, and Mr. Shy prompts him to continue, saying "She what, son?"
"She was kissing another stallion! One who isn't me!"
At this, his head returns to his forehooves, the only sound coming from him being frequent sniffles. His mother and father look at each other, and nod simultaneously. While they weren't truly telepathic, they each knew they were both thinking the same thing: Execute Order 69.
Mrs. Shy pats Zephyr Breeze one more time, then stands. "You let mommy take care of this. Don't worry about a thing, sweetie."
Mr. Shy stands, too, saying "We'll hoofle it, son. Give us half an hour."
Zephyr watches in confusion as his parents walk into their bedroom and close the door. Are they secretly time travelers, going back to unkiss Rainbow Dash? Maybe they're actually government spooks, and they'll hypnotize her into marrying me. He says nothing out loud, though, keeping his thoughts to himself.
A short time later, Zephyr hears his parents's bedroom door opening. He looks up, and gasps, jaw dropping in shock. Mrs. Shy parades out dressed rather intimately.
Mr. Shy explains, "This is the sexiest outfit we could find in our closet. Go on, have a look. I don't mind."
She has a tall white sock on each hoof, the two on her rear coming up to the bottom of her cutie mark. Over her back, she has a piece of plain white fabric that drapes over each side, and her rear socks are each fastened to it by a strap at the top. The piece also has a collar, somewhat like a loose-fitting shirt, and the front covers her chest fluff. Notably, there is absolutely no covering at all over her rear holes, although she does have a white bra strapped over her crotchtiddies.
She smiles at her son, and says, "Well, honey, why don't you take me out so we can show all the other mares out there what they're missing?"
Now sporting a massive blush, Zephyr Breeze can barely stammer out "Y-Yes mom.", as he wonders to himself if this is weird.
Mother and son trot downtown, neither being in the mood to fly today. Although Zephyr isn't wearing anything himself, his mother's outfit draws plenty of looks, and the two hear gasps and muttered "Oh my"s everywhere they go.
Mrs. Shy looks to her son and says, "So, Zephyr, did you have anywhere in particular you wanted to go?"
He responds after only a few seconds of delay, saying "I had been hoping to take Rainbow Dash to the Wonderbolts Memorial Park, because I know how much she loves the Wonderbolts. But, do you want to go there?"
"This might surprise you to hear, honey, but I actually did think about joining the Wonderbolts when I was younger. I didn't make it in, though, but I don't regret how things turned out."
Thoroughly surprised, Zephyr asks, "How badly did you fail the entrance test?"
Mrs. Shy giggles over a raised forehoof, and responds, "Oh, I didn't fail the simple test they give to curious prospective members. In fact, I didn't take it at all. Seeing them spinning other hopeful young ponies on some terrifying contraption—the Dizzitron, I think Rainbow Dash called it—scared me straight. I realized that I'm just not cut out for that kind of lifestyle."
Not paying attention to anything around him, Zephyr Breeze looks deep in thought, and says only "Huh..." before his mother continues.
"As a matter of fact, I'm lucky I didn't try out, and so are you, because I met your father on my way home."
During her explanation, Mrs. Shy had led her son toward the Wonderbolts Memorial Park, him following her like a lost puppy, and seeing the entrance sign snapped him out of his trance.
"I might not have ever had it in me to be a Wonderbolt, but I still think about it sometimes."
Putting a wing over his back, the two enter the park. For the most part, it's a normal park, with well-kept trees and bushes and flowers—all specially adapted for healthy growth in cloud-soil, of course.
Scattered around are statues of famous Wonderbolts members, in various awe-inspiring poses. Each has a placard underneath with a blurb about the member's career and a few details about how they joined the team.
Mrs. Shy and Zephyr Breeze spend a few minutes walking between the statues, enjoying the floral displays around each one, before suddenly hearing a confused mare's voice behind them.
"What the hay‽"
They turn to see Rainbow Dash gaping at them, her date beside her giving her a questioning look.
"Is this really what it looks like? Are you on a date with your own mother?"
Mrs. Shy pulls him close with her wing, still draped over him, and says, "So what if he is?"
Rainbow Dash sighs in irritation, pinching her nose.
"Dude, I already knew you were lame, but—"
Mrs. Shy frowns her largest-yet frown of the day, and interrupts the mare who turned down her hoofsome son. "Just because you're too scared to have a loving relationship with your parents doesn't mean Zephyr Breeze can't. Trust me, he's twice the stallion you'll ever be. Come, dear, let's find somewhere less noisy to enjoy the day together."
She turns, her firm wing grip forcing Zephyr Breeze to turn with her lest he lose the comfort of her feathers, and the two trot off together.
Rainbow Dash's date looks to her and says, "What's her problem? That's weird, right? It's not just me?"
Rainbow Dash just shakes her head. "I don't get it, either. Fluttershy is one of my best friends, but I gotta say, that entire family is weird."
Mrs. Shy and Zephyr Breeze walk a little longer, before coming across a spot with several bushes and trees that obscure anypony who might be behind them. She walks them through the foliage, and he asks, "What are we doing going through all these scritchly plants? They're going to mess up my fur!"
Mrs. Shy turns toward the young stallion with a look he's never seen on her face before. Rather than her usual demure appearance, her look now feels smoldering, and the blush he had earlier quickly returns.
"W-What are we gonna do behind the bushes, mom?"
"Your mother. Hush now, quiet now, it's time to blow your leaking head."
She gives a pointed look toward his underside, where his stallionhood is proudly fully extended and idly slapping against his belly. True to her words, precum is already leaking out, much to his embarrassment. He hadn't noticed until she pointed it out, but now that he's aware, he feels intense desire awakening in his nether regions, akin to what he felt the first time he laid eyes on Rainbow Dash.
Deciding It's only weird if you make it weird., he lays back on the grass, ready to experience a mare's embrace for the first time in his life. Sure, it's not the one he wanted for so long, but that ship has sailed. And, he now realizes, it never left port in the first place.
Mrs. Shy nestles herself into the grass between her son's rear legs, and spreads them apart with her forehooves. Not having any need to encourage him out of his sheath, she proudly grasps his rod, admiring its length. Unlike some stallions she's aware of, it's not too girthy, while also not being a pathetic chode. Rainbow Dash doesn't know what she's missing!
Eager to feel his precum, she holds him steady with her left hoof and swirls her right underhoof around his tip, causing him to groan and buck his hips upward. Not wanting him to finish too soon, she keeps her touch light, just enough to tease more precum out of him and slicken her entire underhoof with it.
At a particularly loud moan, she feels a small spurt of precum against her hoof, and judges by the pressure that it would've achieved perhaps an inch or two of height if she hadn't been in the way. She eases off, then reaches her tongue in to lick between his leaking stud-hole and her frog. He tastes virile, and something about the scent tells her that he's likely to give her healthy foals.
She moves her right hoof down to steady his meat-spire with both hooves, then presses her tongue down as hard as she can and gives him a proper lick. He bucks again, hard enough that he pops right into her mouth. Having experienced the same from her husband, she's not surprised, and responds by swirling her tongue all around the sides of his cock's head.
Zephyr Breeze moans again. "Oohhh, mommyyy—!"
Mrs. Shy feels him flaring inside her mouth, and greedily clamps her lips down as tightly as she can. As the first of his jizz spurts out, she lowers herself farther onto his pony meat and presses the tip against the back of her throat. She could almost feel herself gagging, if she hadn't trained that reflex away years ago.
Zephyr's cum-tube contracts repeatedly, and Mrs. Shy swallows it as fast as she can, while the tip of her tongue presses firmly into his flare and wiggles back and forth. If there were a competition for sucking dick, she thinks, I'd cum in first place.
Sadly, such moments can't last forever, and Zephyr Breeze comes down from his ejaculation. He glances down, and sees Mrs. Shy giving him a look of unfiltered love. Yeah baby, am I rad or what? I lasted nearly an entire minute with a mare!
Mrs. Shy releases her son's slender cock with a thicc pop, having suctioned onto it all the way out so she wouldn't lose even a single drop of cum stuck to it.
While Zephyr lays back, still panting with exhaustion, Mrs. Shy notices his willy going flaccid. Oh, that won't do.
Luckily for the both of them, she learned long ago how to fix a limp-noodled cock. Jerking along it, while it's still at least a semi-chub, she says, "Don't go soft yet, sweetie. Mommy still needs you to fill her fertile womb with your foal-injector and knock her up~."
(This is pretty much exactly what she says to Mr. Shy, the kinky motherbucker, not that Zephyr Breeze needs to know that.)
He looks back up at her, and she winks, then turns around and winks from her other end, too. With a juicy squish noise, he witnesses a globule of her marecum leave her moist mare pussy and land straight on his belly. No straight-blooded stallion could ignore such an invitation, not even from his own mother, and his stallion-spire immediately stands proud once again.
He groans, almost wanting to fall asleep on the grass, but forces himself to turn over and get up so he can mount that mare! She holds her tail clear, leaving no impediment to imminent incestuous penetration.
He might've taken the time to give her winking pussy a taste first, but her display riled up Zephyr Junior too much, and he can wait no longer. He rears up, and lands right on top of her back, shoving his Equestrian baguette all the way up to her cervix in one smooth motion.
He pulls back, and slams into her a second time. "Oh!" she exclaims. Mr. Shy hasn't bucked her this hard in years, and she hadn't realized how much she had been missing it. She can feel her precum oozing into her foal hole, and the thought of having a third child excites her to no end.
Although Zephyr doesn't know the thoughts running through his mom's head, he can feel the results. Her clit winks right against his family jewels, giving them a warm and wet kiss for nearly an entire second.
Zephyr plaps his mom again, and again, and soon gets into a rhythm that lets him feel her clit winking against him as he plap-plap-plaps her. As rad as he may be, though, his mom is a pro at playing the beef whistle, and her walls squeezing around him won't let him hold in his baby batter for much longer.
Zephyr grunts and groans in pleasure, slamming into her one final time, balls-deep, and both his and his mother's wings flare out at the same time as her mare muff squirts her slick sex juice all over his dangly bits.
He flares, even harder than he did in her mouth, and Mrs. Shy moans deep and long when she feels her son's special sauce penetrating through her cervix and into her womb. I hope I get pregnant... get pregnant... get pregnant...
Zephyr Breeze falls back onto the grass behind Mrs. Shy, and although she's no longer bearing his weight on top of her, she finally collapses herself, not even mustering the strength to ponyloaf.
The two pant in exhaustion and afterglow, unaware of time passing. Suddenly, they hear a disgusted mare's voice. They turn their heads to see Rainbow Dash poking her head though their side of the bushes.
"Dude, really? You actually fucked your mom?"
Zephyr raises a hoof to give her the finger, before realizing he doesn't have fingers and he has no idea what he's trying to do. Instead of pondering it any further, he lowers his hoof and says, "You jelly? That could've been you, you know. If you want my foal cream now, though, you'll have to pay for it."
Rainbow Dash's snoot scrunches, and she backs away without saying any more.
Zephyr looks toward his mom, and sees she's still resting, although in proper ponyloaf form now. He notices the slick juice drizzled down her pussy, and surprisingly enough, she winks at him, again! Not one to turn a mare down (even when she wants to be), he inches forward, tongue extended to taste the entrance to his mom's love tunnel.
Mrs. Shy's only reaction is to "Mmmmm~" appreciatively. Zephyr laps up everything he can find, not stopping for a single instant even when his own spunk oozes onto his tongue. He greedily swallows everything he can, and when there isn't enough, he sticks his tongue inside to pull it out, like a dehydrated cat drinking from a bowl of milk.
A glob of his stud sauce lands on his tongue, and he enjoys his own flavor mixed with that of his mom's leftover lubricant. He swallows, and the feeling of it going down his throat only encourages him to get more. He grips his mom's ass with both hooves, pulling her onto his face as hard as he can. When that isn't enough, though, he gets an idea.
Zephyr flips onto his back, then lifts his mother's rear up above his head. He scooches right underneath, then lets go. Her satisfied yet somehow still winking pussy lands right on his muzzle, letting his tongue get even deeper than he could by simply pressing his face into her.
When he runs out of things to drink out of his mom's pussy, he lifts her off again and flops over to stand up. She stands, too, and turns to face him. They stare into each others's eyes, and know no more words need to be said. They tilt their heads and kiss, prenching feverishly.
They run out of breath, and pull away, a strand of saliva remaining between them for a few seconds before snapping.
Zephyr leans in for a hug, saying "I love you, mommy. You're my favorite mother."
Mrs. Shy squints in confusion. "I'm your only mother, sweetie. But, I love you too. Let's go home now, okay? Your father will want to hear all about our day, and I want to tell him while it's still fresh in my mind."
Son nods at mother, and the two walk back together, neither noticing that they look and smell like they clearly just had sex and that there's dirt and grass all over Mrs. Shy's clothing.