Home Sweet Shy

By AppleCiderJack

In the wide cosmic yarnball that is the Multiverse, lies long worlds that differ from each other, one variable at a time. Starting out from a singular world known only as Equestria, inhabited by intelligent quadrupedal equines, it takes only a few steps to the left to find the same world again. Only that its inhabitants and world have taken on a slightly more anthropomorphic structure, walking on two hooved legs, but manipulating the world with fine dexterous hands and fingers. Not to mention other more humanoid anatomy, upon which this story focuses on...

On this day in the year 988 ANM, an explosion occurred in the Wind Production Wing of the Weather Factory in Cloudsdale, taking with it the lives of three brave weatherponies, who fought with the breach in order to keep it from spreading to the rest of the cloudcrete city. Experts report that the aftereffects of this disaster will be felt throughout Equestria, for years to come.

This paper honors the heroic sacrifice of the three pegasi who gave their lives today. Cinnamon Streusel, who is survived by her grandparents. Firefly Strike, who is survived by her husband and daughter. And Cumulus Shy, who is survived by his wife, daughter, and infant son. Our prayers are with these families, as they mourn and honor their lost loved ones, and we wish them swift recovery, for the days that lie ahead will be tumultus indeed, as already rogue wind currents have been reported around the nation...

"O-oh my goodness, oh my goodness!"

Fluttershy was beside herself. Not in a literal sense, but it was very close. The Breezies had taken over her home, and even though she had been doing her best to take care of them, time was starting to run short.

And none of them were as painfully aware of this fact as Seabreeze. She glanced again over at the window, where he was peering outside wistfully, fidgeting in place. She half-expected for him to leap out the window any moment now, to try and finish the journey by himself.

The Breezies... delicate and small faerie-like ponies, who were slim of build and truly small in stature. A single one standing up straight came to about 4 to 5 inches tall, and could be held in her hand. Possessing of long curled antennae, and large transparent wings, they were only capable of sustained flight when in the embrace of the gentlest of breezes, hence the name.

And here she had like... 30, 40? There were so many of them she was having trouble keeping count. They swarmed her woodland home, and were looking as if they might settle in for good. An event that could only be prevented, if they could calm the winds down enough for them to take flight again.

And the sudden noise of a crash outside her home did not set her any more at her ease.

The Breezies all inside her home jumped at the sound. From the window, Seabreeze let out a particularly potent string of syllables, taking to his wings and turning to their host. "Thee mare o' breeze calmin', she be eatin' the dirt!"

"Oh dear," Shy gasped. "Flitter!"

Quickly she made her way to the door, dodging about the obstacle course comprised of faeries. She felt one alighting on her shoulder, and with a glance, confirmed that it was Seabreeze. Together, they stepped out onto her front porch.

A couple yards away, right outside her house, a pony was indeed planted face-first, butt-up, in the ground. Dashing over to her, she helped the poor mare up. "Oh my goodness, Flitter, are you okay?"

"Nngh... I've been better." the petite pegasus replied in her twangy voice, face caked with sod. "I'm shorry Fluttershy. The breeze jusht isn't wantin' to cooperate. A right big gusht just popped up, an' blew me all the way over here!"

The faerie stallion let out a despairing groan. Fidgeting in place, Shy helped the mare to her feet. "I'd thought the random gusts were almost gone by now... a-are you sure you're going to be able to get it calmed down in time?"

"Well, I'm willing to keep tryin'." Flitter replied, wiping her face and then looking up, spreading her wings... and then letting out a cry of pain as her left wing froze halfway.

Again the yellow pony was at her side, holding her arm and supporting her. Her face was screwed tight as the wing jerked back and forth, before finally folding back up again. "Augh... I think I've shprained it. Ah, goddessh, it hurtsh..."

Shy's eyes widened. Flitter was their soft wind expert, the only pony in town who could tame the winds to the levels needed for the Breezies to migrate. And if she couldn't fly...

The blue pony shook her head and stepped away from Shy, face full of determination. "Lemmee try again." she stated resolutely, before leaping into the air and spreading her wings once more... and again, giving a yelp as that wing seized up uselessly in the air. Falling back, Fluttershy barely had enough wits to catch her, the back of the smaller pegasus' head pillowing into the softness of her bosom.

"Ahhhhowowowow... I'm shorry, Fluttershy." The bowed pony looked up at her upside down. "It hurtsh too much. I... I can't fly like thish..."

"Oh no..." was what she said, but the words in of themselves felt insufficient to convey the level of despair that had fallen on her. "Oh... oh dear. What will we do now?"

Seabreeze voiced his opinion, but only in his native tongue. His words did not make her feel any better. In addition to that, a rustle of feathers in the distance spoke of more ponies arriving. That pony turned out to be Flitter's teammate, Thunderclap, breathing heavily as he alighted in front of them. "There you are! Flitter, you okay? When the gust blew you off, it then tried to send me flying too, but I-..." he paused and trailed off as he spied the slightly compromising position the two mares were in.

The both of them blushing brightly, Flitter quickly sat back up. "I-I'm okay! Jusht... shprained my wing ish all. I-I, uhm-"

"She can't fly." the yellow one finished. "She tried to, just now."

"Oh... oh cripes, bummer." the stallion rubbed the back of his head. "That's gonna put a kink in things, majorly. Well... I won't lie, I'm not as good at this as you are, Flits. I mean... I'll keep on trying. Maybe you can give me some pointers?"

The periwinkle pony gave a sigh, but nodded and got back to her feet. Turning, she then addressed both Shy and Seabreeze. "We'll shee what we can do. Fluttershy. Don't give up hope jusht yet!"

All she got in turn was a muted nod. The pair got up to turn and leave, Thunderclap making his way down the hill, as Flitter followed after, calling over her shoulder. "If we don't come back in like, say shunset, then you'll know we're toast. But till then, jusht wait a little longer, 'kay? Oh, and I'll tell CiCi you said hi!" This was said with a wink, before the mare finally took off to catch up with her friend on hoof.

Shy blushed deeply at that, speechless as the two departed. At length, the yellow one rose to her feet as well, and began a slow, dispirited walk back to her doorstep.

"... So, is that eet? Noot only th' weeklings be goofin' off, but ye also short one pegasus t' slow th' weend doon?" The little blue figure on her shoulder was not taking the news well. "At thees rate, we'll nevar geet back home in time!"

She was already imagining the worst case scenario in her head, staring straight ahead. "I'll have to arrange more land... I'll have to request a sanctuary license... I'll have to help over thirty breezies establish a new home, start a new life..."

Seabreeze stared at her with an expression of horror, before narrowing his eyebrows and hardening his resolve. With a single beat of his wings, he leapt off of her shoulder and begin flying away. "Noh! Ah can't be acceptin' of this fate! Ah'll go by maselve if I have to!"

She yelped, and spun in place, her own wings spreading wide. "W-wait! It's too dangerous for you to be out by yourself!"

"Ah doon't care!" he yelled back, climbing higher. "Ah doon't care if th' pollen never gets there, ah doon't care if none o' those breezies ever want to leave! I've got to go! I've got a-"

His monologue was interrupted by another sudden gust of wind, which sent him tumbling head over hooves. Now practiced at this, Fluttershy took to her wings, and positioned herself right into his trajectory. Once again, she caught the breezie, within the voluminous softness of her bust.

The small stallion looked none the worse for wear, but held a resentful expression upon his face as she closed her arms around him. "Ees not fair... ees just not fair!" he wailed, tears at last springing to the corners of his eyes. "Wee'll be too late! I'll never get to see them again! My Seacoral! My poor little Seastar... she'll grow up without evah knowin' her papa... without evah..."

He paused again, as he sighted the shocked expression that had appeared on Shy's face. Very very quietly, she leaned her head forward and asked him. "You... y-you have a family?"

His ears pinned back, and he looked away, obviously uncomfortable with sharing this information. But at length, he nodded quietly.

The pegasus was still for only a few seconds more, before looking around herself. "We... we really need to get inside, with the weather acting up again. I'll make us both something hot. And then... please, Seabreeze, I need to know. Tell me everything."

"Eet wasn't like eet was an accident... wee've been wanting a foal for a veery long time." Seabreeze was now perched cross-legged on a bedpost in Shy's bedroom, sipping a thimble of hot tea. "Breezies don't reproduce often, but when we do, we usually have lots of cheeldren... but for some reason, Seacoral and I just simply could naught conceive... though we tried one last time, beefore I left to gatheer the pollen with my comrades."

Fluttershy was seated in a desk chair, sipping her own mug of tea. "And that time, you succeeded?"

"Yees. I was already halfway to the fields when I got word, that my dear love was finally pregnant, albeet with a single foal. We decided to name her Seastar..." He turned to look wistfully out the window, before wiping his eye. "I've meesed her entire pregnancy... eet doesn't take long, for a breezie... and now, I 'ave a daughter, that I've never even met..."

The pegasus's expression turned serious. "And won't ever meet, unless we get you home on-time... is that it?"

He nodded miserably. The miniature stallion was the very picture of hopelessness, almost completely resigned to his fate. He stared long and hard into his cup, expression haggard, shoulders dipping, as he murmured to himself. "Ah want t' see her face... just once, ah swear... I don't want eer t' grow up, wonderin'..."

"Where's daddy?" a gangly yellow filly asked her distraught mother, her expression sad. She didn't understand the letter in her hand, only that it had made her mother cry, like her baby brother. And her father had been gone for days. She knew he could fix this, if he would only show up. Which lead to her fearful question.

"Why did he leave? Does... does he not love us, anymore...?"

Her fingers clenched the handle of her tea mug, the memory gone as soon as it came, the pain still raw and remaining. A tear sprang unbidden to her eye, and she reached up to wipe it away. "That's not the way a foal should grow up... nopony else should have to deal with that doubt... I... I-I can't let that happen!"

Seabreeze looked up, a fair bit surprised at the mare's sudden outburst. "But theere's noothing else that can be done."

"No... no, there's got to be a way. Another way. Somehow!" She lifted herself out of her chair, setting her mug down, with a look of resolution upon her face. "Seabreeze, I can't let you miss out on seeing your daughter. I... I'll do anything, to help you make it! To help the others make it! W-why, I'll even even carry you all there myself!"

This made him sit upright, his antennae sticking up straight in the air, eyes wide. "... Fluttershy, don't guu tryin' t' do things ye can't handle..." His tone was warning, but his expression was curious.

"I'm serious." she declared, stepping forward towards him. "Seabreeze, I... I know how difficult it can be, when families are torn apart. And with Celestia as my witness, I swear to you, I won't see your family separated like that! I'll do anything that it takes! I'll devote my body, and my soul to it!"

Seabreeze stood very, very still as she said those words, his eyes now looking her over... looking her over in a way that he'd never done before, as if considering her in a completely new light. Even as determination burned in her, she began feeling herself rather self-conscious under his gaze.

She was what many, many ponies would describe as 'Beautiful', 'bountiful', and 'A smoking hot babe'. She was a few inches taller than her friends, but beyond that, she was cursed, or blessed, with amazing curves. Her body type was one many would have labeled as 'motherly', despite having never had a foal before.

Her hips were thick and wide, 'birthing hips' as many had called them. And though she was a pegasus, her lifestyle allowed for a slight amount of padding to have built up about her belly. Ask any pony in Ponyville though, and the one thing that was most memorable about Fluttershy, they all would agree, were her breasts.

Massive, jutting, and heavy, she was an M-cup through and through, the enormous globes each easily bigger than her head. They got in the way constantly, even when bound up in multiples layers of clothing. There was no dressing them down. Even now. her green sweater clung tight to every inch of their plush surfaces, her only other visible clothing being a knee-length lime green skirt.

At length, she began to fidget under his gaze. She hesitantly opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he chose that exact moment to finally speak. "Fluttershy... When you say that, devotin' yoor body t' seeing us home... duu you reely mean that?"

She blinked and stared for a second, before opening her arms emphatically. "Yes!"

The Breezie was still for a few more seconds... before resolutely getting to his feet. "If yer sure, Fluttershy... there ees a way. We hardly eva use eet anymore, cause it's such a strain on a beegjob..." He took to his wings, still grasping the thimble in both hands. "But yuu, yuu look like yuu could doo it. If yuu're sure aboot this... if yer serious aboot carryin' us all th' way from here to home-"

"I'll do it." She cut him off, arms folding beneath her bust. "Whatever it is, I'll do it, no objections."

"... I'll be wantin' that in writing later. But first." He tossed his head back and emptied the rest of his drink down his gullet, before wiping his lips on a sleeve. "I need tuu talk to th' rest of the Breezies."

Shy nodded, and led him out of the bedroom, down the stairs. Downstairs itself was quickly turning into a minefield of chaos, groups of breezies here and there joined into impromptu parties and dancing of various kinds. The music created a din loud enough that she had work to make herself heard. "Uhm, excuse me? Er, if you can-... wait just-... excuse me? Hello? Everypony can I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?!"

The chaos stopped, and over 30 heads rotated to look over at Shy. She blushed minutely, before clearing her throat. "Eh-hem... Seabreeze has something important that he wants to say."

Many breezies rolled their eyes, and made mouthing motions with their hands, while yet others sat up and listened attentively. In either case, nobreezie there missed the next words that rolled out of his mouth, in their own tongue.

"Eikee Breezie! We hab ben nu een gargarandeede many-er gain teroog nair hois..." He then motioned to Fluttershy herself, arms open in her direction, as if presenting her. "...Oom dat Miss Fluttershy heer, heeft ingestem'd, toot onzee Gastheer!"

Every breezie there gasped, and then suddenly went into a chitter at those words, excitedly talking among themselves. Whereas they had been simply content to stay in place before, now they were suddenly excited at the prospect of moving out again. Fluttershy had to shake her head at the phenomenon.

She also pondered about Seabreeze's choice of words... especially in the description of her role. Whereas she thought she'd be transporting the breezies in some secure and padded punctured box, the word that he had used... 'Gastheer'...

If she remembered her Northlandic dialect correctly, that word was synonymous with 'Host'.

The Breezies did not waste any time. They had gathered their belongings, and were packing them into a spare purse of Fluttershy's. In one other box, each breezie was delicately taking off their saddle-baskets full of pollen, and gingerly setting them inside.

Seabreeze was working with another breezie, the cap-wearing mare that had identified herself as 'Toadstool', to write up a document, the both of them grasping and manipulating an ink pen that was way too large for any one faerie. Even as occupied as he was, he still looked over and watched the others like a hawk, every now and then pausing to point and call out orders. In her head, Fluttershy translated his words, and could tell who was in trouble. "Fleecetail! Do not shed your cares so wantonly, we will still need every ounce of pollen we have!"

Fluttershy herself, was in the process of gathering her traveling items together. A coat, hat, a coinpurse full of bits, and a bird call were all nestled into a suitcase alongside various changes of clothes, and at least 5 sandwiches and apples, for herself and her breezie friends.

Seabreeze had given the best directions he could, and they had both agreed that the area would be best reached via train. It would be an overnight trip, and then after that, a walk in the woods to their final destination. If she were to be honest with herself, this was actually shaping up to be quite an exciting adventure!

A gleam of gold from her chest of drawers caught her eye, and she looked over. A small device, like a pocketwatch, sat there. She remembered Twilight having given it to her, saying to her only use it if she were in trouble. She didn't expect to find trouble during this trip... "But it wouldn't hurt to be prepared." she mused to herself, reaching over and picking up the device, and then slipping it into her suitcase as well, closing the luggage afterwards with a petite 'click'.

A cheer from the group of pixies prompted her to turn around, seeing that they had sealed the box full of pollen, and were now loading that into the purse. From the table, the blue stallion waved her over, signalling her needed attention.

"Fluttershy." he stated, as she stepped up to the desk. "Wee have wreeten up thees paper for yuu. If'n yuu are serious aboot this steel, then all yuu need t' do is sign on th' dotted lyne."

The pegasus nodded, as she leaned forward, bust looming over the two as she did so. Pulling the paper closer, she took her time as she read it over.

You who agreed to see us home, do you pledge
your body and self, to keep us safe within your being, and
to follow our direction, till we are returned to our distant
land? If so, sign your name below, and know that once signed,
you cannot refuse the duty that you have accepted.
'____________'

"Well, it looks in order." she replied, a hand reaching and picking up the pen. "Why though? I already gave you my word that I would help you all in whatever way I can."

"Yuu'd be s'purised how often beegjobs back out of beein' the Gastheer." Seabreeze replied, arms crossed. "I'm nuut doubtin' you Fluttershy, but dees ees important. Ye have t' do as we ask, or else there is beein' nuu point."

That word again. Well, she'd been playing host to a whole gaggle of the fairy ponies already. She didn't know what else could be worse than that.

And so with confidence, she placed the pen tip to the paper, and scribbled her name in her soft cursive in the empty field. Fluttershy.

A second cheer went up from the breezies surrounding her. They were now bunching up around her, some hovering, others perching on their friend's heads, getting close, all eyes on her. The chittering among themselves was excited, hyped. Almost as if they were going to be getting on an amusement park ride or something.

She found their enthusiasm strange, but nevertheless, she offered them a smile, as she stood up straight again. "There. I'm committed, and ready. Now. are we all packed up?"

There was a chorus of affirmatives. "Excellent! Then all we need to do is get something to carry you all in. Th-they might not be the most comfortable, but I have some carriers in the back-"

The noise that rose from the assembled group was lackluster, disappointed, even disbelieving. Seabreeze himself waved a hand at them to calm down, before flying up to her face, the document now rolled up and secure under an arm.

"Mees Fluttershy, nou that yuu've signed th' agreement, you are honor-bound tuu follow our directions. Ah knuu you're only theenkin' the best for us, but we Breezies knoo what werks. An' it's nuu set of animal cages."

The faeries gathered behind him buzzed their agreement. The pegasus, at something of a loss, opened her hands to them. "Well... okay then. If not pet carriers, then what? What do you need me to do?"

He took a breath, before speaking. "Th' first thing we be needin' ye to do, Fluttershy... is strip."

Silence reigned for a few seconds. At length, she finally found the nerve to speak. "I-I'm sorry, I... I must have heard you wrong. You didn't actually just... ask me to strip, did you?"

"Aye." the blue one replied, arms crossed. "We be needin' yuu t' strip."

Her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed red. "Y-You... y-you can't be expecting me to make the trip naked, are you?"

"What? Nuu nuu nuu, yuu'll need yer clothes fer that, we knoo. No, we just need yuu to strip, right here, right nou."

The throng of breezies were of one mind on this, their heads nodding, staring at her expectantly. Startled, she took a half-step back. "B-but... I-I don't understand. H-how can this possibly help you get back home?!"

Seabreeze groaned, and shook his head. "Jus' lyke a beegjob. Fluttershy, leesten." He hovered forward again and alighted upon her shelf of a bosom, looking her in the eye. "Yuu promised tuu keep us safe. Thees, ees the best way of keepin' th' Breezies safe. Eet's part an' parcel o' bein' the Gastheer!"

"Y-you keep using that word..." Fluttershy replied, becoming acutely aware of the swarm of breezies now gathering around her feet, some hovering closer, many too close for comfort. "I-In Equestrian, it means 'Host'... haven't I been playing the host for you in my house? What exactly do you mean?"

"The 'Host', as you say..." he began, taking to his wings again, getting minute-nose to regular-nose with her. "... is th' one who has devoted their body tuu keepin' a flock of Breezies safe within theer own being, teel the day they return them back to theer homelands. Long ago, Breezies found out, that th' best way of being protected by a beegjob, was to make themselves as if the beegjob had to protect theer very own body..."

A very minute picture had begun to form in the yellow mare's head. Her eyes shrunk, as she began feeling the gentle grasping of tiny hands upon her hooves, a few breezies proceeding to climb up her legs, while a dozen more hovered behind Seabreeze, their eyes fixated... upon her immense bust.

"You said it yoorself, Fluttershy. That yuu would geeve yoor very body, to helpin' th' Breezies make their way home. That ees exactly what wee're askin' of yuu now. The safest way to carry us back home, as the tradition of the Host dictates, is for you to carry all of us, within your body. Inside YOU!"

That seemed to be a signal, as the pegasus had to shriek as suddenly, twelve pairs of small hands snatched up the bottom hem of her sweater, and with a single coordinated motion, pulled the garment up and off, revealing her massive breasts to the open air, supported by a white lacy garment that was obviously straining. She barely had time to catch her balance again, before another set of hands grasped at that way-too-tight bra, pulling it down and away. She let out a gasp, as her thick, darkened nipples were exposed for everyone to see.

Breezies clambered up her legs, and over her skirt, in the process of tearing it down and away from her hips. Assaulted by a cacophony of senses, Shy could only try and maintain her balance, as well as her mind, as numerous small hands now proceeded to dance and caress the exposed surfaces of her giant globes. The breezies who weren't flying, had folded their wings up, retracting them somewhat, to better clamber over her skin. She raised an arm to swat feebly at them, but Seabreeze himself wrapped his limbs around her hand, and veered it away.

"W-what..." she gasped. "W-what are you doing?! Couldn't we have talked about this?!"

"Wee deed talk aboot it already!" was his reply. "Especially when yuu pledged yoor body to us! We have yer wreetten consent, Fluttershy! Yuu can't refuse us!"

She opened her mouth to argue further, but it froze into the shape of a silent scream, as she felt those tiny hands concentrate around her nipples. On her left breast, she could feel one of those soft, pin-sized digits find a pore in the center of the teat. That finger pushed in deeper, widening the opening, stretching it out. The finger quickly becoming a hand, which then quickly became an arm, which then soon became a Breezie's head... all of it pushing deeper and deeper, tunneling downwards into the duct, into her breast.

"Divide yourselves up!" Seabreeze was now speaking to his comrades again, in his own native tongue. "She looks like she can hold ten easily in each one. The rest, will have to take shelter in her womb. Help her to the bed!"

"W-wait!" she pleaded. "Th-there's something that-"

She was cut off again, as a second digging sensation issued from the other breast. Looking down, she could barely keep a shriek from tearing out of her throat, as she spied the lower legs of a pair of breezies each sticking out of her nipples.

The breezies grouped around her legs shoved gently, forcing her to step backwards and to the left, guiding her towards her bed. Preoccupied with the sight of fairies forcing their way inside her mammaries, Shy was unprepared for the event, yelping as the backs of her legs pressed up against the mattress. As one, the breezies tending to her immense chest shoved at them, the combined efforts forcing her to topple over, laying backwards onto her bedspread with another cry.

And with the motion, the miniature equines proceeded to climb in under her skirt. Toadstool herself in the lead, groping about in the darkness. It wasn't long before Fluttershy let out yet another yelp, cheeks flushing red as those hands touched upon her one big worry. From within, Toadstool let out an exclamation of her own. "Meegan Ferdinand!!"

The outburst was enough to make the swarm stop in their tracks. Curious, a pair of the pixies finally found the clasp to the skirt, and quickly undid it, pulling the garment away finally to reveal just what the capped breezie had found.

A pair of white frilly panties, bulging obscenely around a bulky package that belonged more on a stallion than a mare.

Seabreeze threw his hands up. "Okay so apparently, she's a hermaphrodite now. Fluttershy, why didn't you say something earlier?"

"I-I usually don't... d-don't tell ponies on a regular basis." she replied, her face red as a tomato. "I'm a mare, really. J-just because I was born with something extra, d-doesn't mean that I-... A-Ah!"

This was in response to Toadstool having grasped the hem of those panties, and pulling them down to fully unveil the monster within. Freed of their confines, a darkened, limp member, as thick as a soda can, fell forward into the open air, resting softly upon a sac, stretched tightly over a pair of testes the size of grapefruits. The petite mare could not help but stare, wide-eyed, at that enormous stallionhood, almost hypnotized. The head of that thick cock was even bigger than the cap upon her noggin, the opening to the urethra just wide enough...

Shy got up onto her elbows and looked down herself, past her bust and the breezies still worming their way into her nipples. Doing so, she spied the small blue mare staring at her stallionhood with an apparent dazed smile. "T-Toadstool! Pl-please, no, you... you d-don't want to-..."

But Toadstool did want to. Looking up at Fluttershy's face just briefly, she then looked back to that gaping opening... and then, took her mushroom cap off, inspected it, and tossed it behind her. It flew and landed with almost pinpoint-accuracy inside the carrying purse. Not that she had seen it do so though. she was too busy getting to her knees and then stuffing her arms down into the urethra of that immense cock, her head plunging in not long afterward, causing the yellow pony to cry out yet again.

Feet finally disappeared down into her nipples, but yet more sprites were lining up atop her globes, themselves also shoving their hands into her darkened teats and pushing deeper inside. A number of breezies gathered around her member, lining up to travel down its length, the sensations of beings crawling down yet-untouched tunnels wreaking havoc upon her mind...

And that was before she finally felt the tiny hands touch upon those puffy folds hidden beneath her immense jewels. At long last finding the passage to her womb, the remainder of the Breezies clustered around her, and she found herself letting out a ragged moan, as one pressed on through to climb up and into her vagina proper, quickly being followed by another, and another. A train of pixies climbing in and through some of her most sensitive areas, at last meeting with her cervix. Even in there, she could feel tiny fingers exploring the resistant wall, prying and then finding that minute opening, a hand breaching through and entering her womb proper...

Breezies burrowing into her nipples. Breezies crawling down her cock. Breezies climbing into her vagina, one by one, a neverending stream of feathery, minute, active and alien sensations...

It was all too much. With a last scream as her womb was fully entered, she passed out.