Home Sweet Shy

The young yellow pony sat on her bed, skirt pulled away from her belly as she looked at herself down there, remembering the words of her phys ed instructor, after the event where that appendage had fallen out in the middle of the girl's locker room.

A gentle knock upon her bedroom door, and she let the skirt snap back in place, straightening up. "Y-yes?"

The door opened, and the mustachioed face of her father peeked in. "Hey, princess. Are you doing okay?"

She nodded gently, though she brought her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I-I think so... I'm just, uhm... w-well..."

"Confused?" offered the voice of her mother, who was right behind the stallion. The door opened wider so the both of them could enter, her father taking a seat upon her bed. "We heard from the school. You... had a slip, didn't you?"

The filly nodded as she blushed, eyes cast downward. "Miss Deltoid, she said that... that I wasn't a pure girl, s'long as I have... h-have, uhm..." her eyes narrowed, cheeks becoming rosier as she steeled herself to ask. "... is it true, that only girls have vaginas, and only boys have penises?"

Her parents looked at each other, before her father finally nodded. "For the most part... yes, it's true. Your mother, a mare, has one, and I, a stallion, have the other. But you, Fluttershy... you have both at the same time."

"You come by it honestly though." her mother added. "From my side of the family. My grandmother, she was born with both at once too. It didn't slow her down any."

The little pony looked up at her. "Did... d-did she ever get called names, or screamed at?"

"That happened?!" The green stallion placed a hand on her shoulder, massaging it a bit. "That wasn't very nice of them!"

She could only shake her head, before a small smile emerged at the corner of her mouth. "Rainbow Dash stood up for me though. Told Miss Deltoid that if they didn't want a scene, they shouldn't have put my locker right in the middle of the room."

The older pegasi gave each other knowing glances, before turning to her again. "I-if the school's not a friendly place for you... we could pull you out, and homeschool you instead."

Fluttershy considered that, before shaking her head. "It's not that bad. Especially while Rainbow is there. I've... been thinking a lot though."

"What about?" her mother asked, now coming over to sit on the opposite side of her bed.

"Well... if colts and fillies have two different things, but I've got both... A-am I actually a filly? I mean... you both," she gestured to each of them "always called me a filly. Is that... really what I am?"

Her father bit his lip, before heaving a breath and facing her. "Okay, bit of a story time... When you were born, you had both colt, and filly parts. The doctors offered to... make you either one, or the other, but that would have made it really hard to feed everypony right after. They also told us that your body might... absorb your colt parts, when you got older. They told us a lot of different things. In the end though, your mother and I both decided to raise you, as our dear daughter."

"And you are dear to us." her mother chimed in, reaching a hand over to rest it on the filly's knee. "Boy or girl, it doesn't matter to us. You're our foal, Fluttershy, and we love you no matter what."

She blushed again, but there was a smile that accompanied it this time. "Th-thank you, Momma, Poppa... I-is that everything that happened, though? I-I mean, what... what do colt and filly parts do anyway?"

"Well..." The stallion looked helplessly at his wife, before getting a nod from her. "I suppose this was going to happen eventually anyway... they're what allow ponies to have foals in the first place. A vagina, allows you to become a mother... much like your mother, in fact! While a penis, means that you become a father, who can make a mare into a mother, planting a foal inside them. You remember when your mother was pregnant, right?"

She nodded again, looking over at her mother. "Zephyr grew in your tummy, didn't he?"

"He sure did. And... w-well, there are other details about how it works, and those can be... sordid. But the point is, yes, it was your father, who helped put him in there in the first place."

Young Fluttershy only had the barest clue of what her mother was insinuating at, but that was minor, compared to the burning question that had suddenly surfaced in her own mind. "When I grow up... which should I be? A Momma, or a Poppa?"

This was met with silence right at first... before her father finally answered. "Fluttershy... that choice is entirely up to you. We raised you as our daughter, our little filly... but if some day you decide you're a colt instead, well, we won't stop you. You'll be our son then, and Zephyr will have a brother, instead of a sister. We'll call you 'him', or 'her', whichever you prefer. Maybe some other gender we can't even imagine. It won't matter, because we love you, hon, and nothing will ever, ever change that."

Her eyes were wide, as the words of that speech echoed in her ears. "... promise?"

"Promise."

"Promise."

An odd thrill overtook her then. Looking over her strong and gentle father. She really could decide to be a colt. She could put away her dresses, wear long pants, cut her mane short. And then maybe some day in the far-off future, find a beautiful mare to take for a wife, and put foals inside her, having many, many children...

... and then she looked over at her mother, her soft and loving momma. She remembered her pregnancy, at how her mother's belly swelled bigger and bigger, her baby brother inside, till one day they came home from the hospital with the most adorable baby colt she'd ever seen, her new favorite baby brother. Carrying that new life inside of her tummy, for nine months...

At length, the yellow foal uncurled, allowing her legs to dangle as she leaned back a little, and placed a hand on her own tummy, rubbing it a little. At length, she looked back up at her folks. "... I think... someday, I wanna be... a Momma. So... I think, for now, I'm gonna keep being a filly."

The two pegasi came together to hug her between themselves, two kisses planted upon her forehead. "If that's what you want, Fluttershy, then that's what you'll be." her mother affirmed, softly stroking a hand over her pink mane.

"And I'm sure, you're gonna make a great momma someday." her father added, squeezing her shoulder. "You'll always be our foal, princess. And we'll always love you, no matter what. Now, and forever."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Those words rang in Fluttershy's mind that next morning, as she leaned against the cramped confines of the train cabin's little shower. They were some of the last words she had ever heard her father speak, before that fateful tragedy at the weather factory where he worked.

She was still laden with her passengers, their activity nearly nil, as they had apparently used up all their energy late last night. Her balls hung heavily from her crotch, their weight seeming to have become even greater. Maybe they had grown just a little more, after she finally passed out the night before.

I'm a father.

This was what she was dwelling on at the moment. After stating her goal of becoming a mother, after having decided she was a mare for the rest of her life... fate had conspired against her, to saddle her with something she had never sought at all.

I'm in the same lot as Seabreeze, now. Eight mares, each one pregnant with my own foals. I'm responsible for them. I'm duty-bound to take Seabreeze, and the rest of the Breezies home, to reunite with their families. But at the same time... when those eight mothers leave me to rejoin the rest... will their foals grow up, without ever knowing me? Will they ever wonder, if their father abandoned them? That they were n-never...

There was a gentle jiggle from her left breast. She looked down at it lazily, staring. The jiggling happened again after a few minutes, and it was then that she realized she's been sitting motionless in the shower for at least twenty minutes.

"I'm not moving."

This provoked a reaction. She felt more jiggling from both breasts now, and from within her belly too. She withstood it for close to thirty seconds, before she spoke again, firmly.

"I am not moving until every breezie, and I mean each and every breezie, has come out and had a shower. You all woke me up last night. You all mated inside me last night. In my body. It's my body, and I won't tolerate that kind of behavior inside it. I refuse to go one step further, until the entire lot of you have come out and washed the filth off of yourselves."

Her inhabited parts were motionless for a long minute. Then slowly, sluggishly, she began to feel their forms rallying, migrating towards her nipples and cervix. She remained in place, and kept her breathing calm as her teats began to part way for one breezie or another to poke their head through, climb out, and then flutter down to the shower floor. She reached a hand over and turned the water on at last, allowing a fine drizzle to fall upon the growing flock.

She kept count too. The last one to emerge at number thirty was Seabreeze, who still appeared to be naked. He took one look at her humorless face, and then grimaced guiltily, before descending to join his fellows.

A bit of activity in her balls told her that the mares down there were attempting to comply, but their newly baby-filled bellies were giving them trouble. She allowed her expression to soften just a little, before reaching a hand down their to gently cup her jewels as a whole. "You girls were on your best behavior last night. You're exempt from showering. But... there is a lot that needs to be talked about later on... a whole lot."

Beyond her testes, the rest of her body was finally completely empty. She gathered her breasts into her hands, and massaged them, kneading them a bit more roughly than she had while they were occupied, lathering them up in the shower's spray. They were back to simply being the size of her head, and after having them so stretched and full for so long, the attention given to them felt good.

Opposite her bust was her belly, which was now simply soft again. She rested a hand atop it, and this time felt a tad bit melancholy at feeling how empty it was. Briefly she wondered if it was possible to relocate all the Breezies into her womb instead... but she quickly pushed the thought away, instead focusing on the fact that she finally had the majority of her own body to herself again.

And on the dilemma of what to do next. I'm on a train in the middle of its trip, Breezies have had sex inside of me, and on top of it all, I've impregnated eight Breezie mares. I thought I had it all in hand... but this is quickly getting out of control. I don't know what to do next...

... Twilight might know. she remembered, her mind picturing the gold pocketwatch device, still nestled away in her suitcase. I could use it, and call her. Give her the whole story, and ask for her advice. Ask what she would do, in this situation...

The faeries were being unusually quiet, no doubt sensing the mood of their Host. Still, they did as they were asked, and showered themselves in the falling drops, washing themselves clean. Out of the corner of her eyes, the pegasus could see that some breezies had begun pairing up even, clinging closely to each other. One particular pair being the lavender colt known as Flaffi, sticking close to that lemon yellow mare who had fetched the cherry pit from her throat. From here, it appears that he was helping wash her down... paying particular attention to her belly...

... is she pregnant too? Is he the father? Did that happen last night, inside me? I wonder if any of the other Breezies are as well...

She bit her lip, before turning back away and closing her eyes, focusing again on cleaning herself. Several minutes were spent in silence in this way, the uneasy peace at last broken by a single voice, asking. "Fluttershy?"

She opened her eyes, and looked. Seabreeze was perched on the soap dish mounted on the shower wall, looking contrite like he never had before. "How... a-are yee feeling?"

Fluttershy chose her words carefully. "I'm feeling betrayed, Seabreeze. The first incident was a misunderstanding, and I know that. But the whole lot of you, doing that nasty business inside me, after you saying you'd keep me clean... I feel violated, pure and simple. That's how I'm feeling."

Seabreeze's antennae drooped, and she found a small measure of satisfaction to see that the rest of the Breezies sagged at those words as well. She allowed the moment of guilt to stretch for a good ten seconds, before heaving another sigh. "You said you were reacting to my body, while I was dreaming. Is that really true?"

She got a fair few nods from that. "Eevree tyme yuu got all flooshed, yer bluud gettin' hot... wee Breezies starteed feelin' eet th' same way." Seabreeze explained. "Some o' us jeest... coouldn't hoold back. Wee acted withoot theenkin'. Fer that... wee're sorry, Fluttershy."

A likewise muttering rose from the assembled flock in the floor, their heads all bowed. She took a moment to look them over, noting that yes, some of them were holding their bellies. If they're pregnant too... they're going to be even more fragile than before...

The blue stallion lifted his head. "Ees there anee way wee can mayke it up too yuu?"

Shy was quiet for a few seconds more before looking at him again. "I don't feel clean, after that... taking a shower only takes care of my skin and mane. You said that you would keep me clean, inside... I want you to make good on that. You, and a few others. Clean me, on the inside, now."

He opened his mouth as if to protest, before closing it, and giving a single nod. Looking back at the rest of his flock below, he jabbed his finger a few times, singling out Breezies to assist him. They took to their wings with no complaint, and soon, Fluttershy had six breezies alighting on her skin, before pressing their way into her. She closed her eyes as two entered each breast, and another two entered her vagina.

What happened next was an interesting experience. Due to there being only two in each area, she could actually concentrate and feel them, as they moved around in her flesh. They never stood still, and though they were only faeries, they weren't exactly gentle, their activity driven with real purpose. Her hands grasped the shower railing as she felt them push their way through each and every duct in her mammaries, the inner surface of her womb being rubbed down vigorously. They were doing exactly as she'd asked, cleaning the areas where they'd been living in her, for almost a full day now.

I just had no idea that it'd be this... intense. she mused to herself, biting her lip again as she felt a breezie exit her cervix, and begin scrubbing down her vaginal walls.

She withstood the motions of the hard-working pixies for a solid minute, before they began migrating back to her openings. She kept her eyes shut as she felt her nipples stretch around their exiting forms, lower lips parting to allow the last two out. When she finally opened them, it was to the sight of six panting breezies, making a beeline for the shower's spray once more. There were bits of cloth in their hands, and for a brief second, she wondered if any of them had to sacrifice a scarf or two, to complete their task.

They washed themselves once more as she stood back up, cupping her hefty bosom with an arm, her free hand going down to rub her belly. They felt tender... but that tenderness was accompanied with a sensation of... well, she wasn't certain if 'cleanliness' as a term could actually be applied, but she undoubtedly felt a lot better now, than she had earlier that morning.

She turned to face the flock again, and caught Seabreeze's eyes. Finally, she allowed a smile to surface her face. "Thank you... I feel much, much better now."

They all breathed a sigh of relief. "Wee're glaad tuu heear eet."

The pegasus nodded, before her face turned serious again. "If this happens again... If I start having a... a good dream, like last night... I want you all to climb out of me, before doing anything. Otherwise, I'm going to want you to wash and clean me out again in the morning. Do you all understand?"

Every breezie nodded and hummed their agreement. The small stallion himself gave a salute. "Wee heear, Gastheer. Anytheeng you yuu say goos. Wee weel endeevor naught too duu eet ageen."

I'm sure you wouldn't mean to do it again, at least. came the words in her head. She left them un-aired though, as she finally nodded one last time. "I'm going to hold you to that... and if you hold up your end, then I'll hold up mine."

A chorus of agreement sounded from the assembled pixies. With that now over with, Fluttershy gave a sigh, putting her earlier thoughts about contacting Twilight out of her mind, before bracing herself. "Okay then... well, if we're all clean now... go ahead, and climb back on board." She very gently arched her back, presenting her bust and belly once more to the flock. "Our stop should be coming up very soon."

Freshly bathed, and full of breezies, Fluttershy opened the door to her cabin and stepped out, once again fully clad in her traveling wear, the clothing straining once again to keep her inhabited curves from being exposed. She had her purse and suitcase in-tow, with it fully in her mind to join the dining car for breakfast for herself. The Breezies within her had feasted on the last of the cherries before she had gotten dressed, and so she planned on indulging just a little.

The scenery outside was still whipping by at speed, though she could tell that the area they were passing through now had become more wooded, tall spruces zooming by on the track. Highwind Lake has a forest on one side, and a gully on the other, Seabreeze said. And then he also mentioned a wall... I wonder what the area is really like?

She had made it halfway down the narrow hallway, when the door in front of her opened, revealing a young couple stepping out, obviously on their way back to their own rooms. They were laughing, in the middle of some conversation, the mare asking her friend "So, how many of them are there anyway?"

"Four, if the buzz is to be believed." the stallion replied. "One in the Smokey Woods, of course, another somewhere up around Rainbow Falls, a third hidden in the moors around Trottingham, and if rumor is to be believed, the fourth somewhere in far-off Foenum."

"All the way over there? Do you know if they all know about each other, or-"

The pair of ponies both finally caught sight of Fluttershy, and her rather bountiful form, pausing in the doorway. "O-oh! Sorry, we were just heading back."

She nodded. "N-no problem, let me just..." she turned so her back pressed up against the wall. But even then, as narrow as the passageway was, there was no helping that her bust jutted out halfway into the middle of the space.

The stallion bit his lip, before pressing his own back to the opposite wall, and shuffling on past her. His partner did the same, though a blush leapt to both mare's faces, as their respective bosoms pressed into one another, squeezing up against each other from the lack of space, the pegasus's own monsterous mamms dwarfing the other mare's own. In the back of her mind, she prayed that her occupants would keep still.

Thankfully they passed each other without further incident, both ponies letting out a breath as they stood back up. Before turning to go, the mare turned to her and asked, tone curious. "When are you due?"

"Ah!... uhm, sooner than later, hopefully." Shy smiled back, hands again going to her belly.

The young couple smiled back, and then waved their farewells, before turning to continue on "So, yeah, do these faerie-pony colonies actually talk to each other?..."

The last words made the pegasus pause in her steps, as she turned to look at the door they had just left through. It was only then that she began feeling the shifting of the faeries within her breasts. Stroking the side of her bust with one hand, she whispered. "Is everyone okay?"

She got a positive vibration in turn. Nodding, she recomposed herself, before looking to the door again. Were they just... talking about Breezies?

A thought came to mind for her to catch up to them. Tell them her own interest in the subject. Maybe even reveal the truth about her precious cargo. A brief thrill ran though her body at the idea... Her stomach had other ideas though, as it protested at her, reminding her that even though her passengers were fed, she had yet to treat herself.

The yellow pony gave a sigh, and then picked up her bags again, finally heading into the dining car proper, the scene and the thought that accompanied it put completely behind her.

Breakfast itself passed without much fuss. The dining car was indeed as nice a setup as it had seemed when she'd first passed through it. For a few moments, Fluttershy was able to completely forget her troubles. It's hard to keep any worries close when a stack of Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream is calling your name.

As good as it was, she nearly missed it, her head down and savoring the last bite, when a conductor stuck his head inside the car, and called out "NEXT STOP, HIGHWIND LAKE. PLEASE HAVE YOUR TICKETS AND LUGGAGE READY!"

It took a second for the words to sink in, before her passengers began to jump up and down inside her. Not even pausing to calm them, she stood up, gulped down the rest of her tea, snagged both bags, and tore down the aisle as fast as a laden pegasus could, feeling the momentum of the train beginning to slow beneath her hooves.

By the time she reached the car her original seat was in, there were a fair number of ponies all on their feet, getting into line for the nearest exit. The train was becoming increasingly slower, and she could see out the windows, the sight of an old wooden-plank building, serving as a train station.

With a final shudder and CLANK, the train came to a complete halt. Everyone on their feet swayed, many grabbing for purchase in the process. Fluttershy herself thought that she was steady, but once again, her sense of balance betrayed her, and she found herself jostled back and forth, feeling herself falling backwards-...

... and again, feeling her back and wings pressing up into the strong chest of another pony behind her. "Whoosh! Steady there, Miss. We've really got to stop meeting like this!" came the grey stallion's voice once more, his hands grasping her shoulders as he helped her stand back up.

A blush colored her face, but a smile was upon her lips as she turned and looked up at him. "Y-yeah, we really should. Thank you again. I'm sorry that I've been such a burden on this trip."

He tut-tutted, and shook his head. "No apologies necessary, Miss Shy. It's all part and parcel to the job, and a pleasure besides. Can I help you with your bags?" He gestured to the suitcase in her hands.

She nodded and handed it to him, and the two of them waited in line, as ponies slowly streamed out of the car. When it finally came their turn, they were the last ones off, the stallion getting the luggage on the platform as Fluttershy took the opportunity to open her wings and stretch them wide after so long in cramped confines.

"Highwind Lake, at long last." she breathed, looking around her. There was a footpath that left the station, meandering into the woods, where she assumed the actual town that shared the lake's name laid hidden. Beyond that, there were nothing but towering pines for miles around, the forest indeed becoming lost for all the trees.

"You gonna be okay from this point, miss?" he asked, looking around himself. "I could probably call a coach for you, to take you into town."

She shook her head as she turned to smile at him. "I'm fine, really. I need to hoof it from here. But thank you for the offer." Looking the grey pegasus up and down, she then reached and took his hand in both of hers, beaming at him. "Thank you, so very, very much, for everything you've done. I-If I may ask... what's your name?"

His expression shifted just a bit, before he grinned at her again. "I'm nopony of importance, ma'am, just another colt who lives on the currents of life, where ever they take me. I've got my own path. And I think you've got yours, don't you?"

She nodded, letting go of his hand and picking her bags up. "I do. But I hope that our paths cross once again!"

He seemed to pause, and then opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by the train's whistle, and the cry of the conductor "ALL ABOOOOOAAAARD!!"

"That's my cue." he said hastily, dancing back towards the car door. He tipped his hat to her one last time, leaping up on the steps of the door as she waved her farewell to him, turning away to work her way off the platform-...

"Please, stay safe, princess."

She froze in her steps, the words sinking in, before whirling around. But the car door had already slid shut, a click from its latch the only thing left in the air, as the mighty engine at the front of the stack howled once more. With chug, chug, chug, the train began to move, gliding down the rails and picking up speed as it left the station behind.

Left Fluttershy behind, her eyes wide like she'd just seen a ghost, as she suddenly realized just why that grey stallion had seemed so familiar, so friendly, so warm... realized it just a second too late.

"... P-Poppa...?"