Home Sweet Shy

The fire crackled with a bit of extra flare, as the remains of the Shambler's core fueled the light that bathed their camp in a warm glow.

The sun had finally begun to settle, and so they had dug themselves in. Progress had been made towards their final destination, and once more, Shy had enlisted the help of her charges to scout above the tree line at their surroundings. Seabreeze confirmed that yes, they were indeed going in the right direction.

Now, there was the subject of dinner. Alone in the woods, the pegasus had no need to fear of prying eyes as she laid out her sleeping bag, and then stripped herself bare. Digging into her bags, she found her apples and sandwiches, and invited the breezies within her to come on out and dine once more.

The scene currently had half a dozen of the faeries milling about on her sleeping bag, apple slices in-hand, some of them even splitting and sharing between them. Around them, Fluttershy had extended her wings to form a sort of wind guard for them, the wall of feathers setting the spritely ponies further at their ease.

Once again, Seabreeze was seated at his usual spot on the pegasus's shoulder. Joining them was Flaffi, and the yellow breezie whom had finally introduced herself as Lemon Frost.

"So tell me..." Fluttershy was saying. "About this wall of wind, at Highwind Lake."

The blue pixie pinned his antennae back. "Weell... eet's what keeps th' Breezies safe froom thee rest of thee world. And ees alsoo whaat keeps uus sepeerateed froom eet."

"Beeg weend, coveers whooooole lake." Flaffi chimed in. "Nuu Breezie een, nuu breezie oot. Highweend Lake, eiken Breezie's eentyre woorld."

"Eenside th' shoore, lies our whoole woorld." Lemon clarified. "Eenside, air ees safe, and theere's loots an' loots o' room. Oour entyre ceevilization leeves theere een peeace."

The pegasus made a face. "But if there's no way in or out, how do you leave to get the pollen?"

"Th' Gate." was the flock leader's reply to that. "Theere ees an enchaanteed hole een th' rock, that oopens oop once a yeear. Eet's been theere soo loong that wee've nuu heestory oof whoo mayde eet."

"Deettoh foor th' weend waall." the yellow pixie added. "Maanee geeneratioons aave paassed seence. Noo, wee juust try tuu woork aroound eet all."

Fluttershy hummed. "So, a magic hole in the rock... and a huge wall of wind..." she sat there in thought, before her eyes widened. "... which way do you have gastheers go for?"

"Ooh th' Gate, foor soore." Seabreeze replied. "Eef wee geet there in tyme, aye meean. Wheech shoouldn't bee a proobleem."

"W-what if it is a problem?"

"Weell..." He tilted his head, an unsure expression on his face. "Een th' paast, wheenever a Gastheer meessed th' Gate... een oorder tuu fulfeel their duuty, theey woould braave th' weends oof Higheend Lake eetself."

She paled. That was exactly what she was afraid of. A pony like her who barely glided even on a good day, having to brave what was sounding like, a stationary hurricane? "I-I don't know if I could do that." she confided to them. "A-at least, do it and stay in one piece..."

"Theen leet's hoope eet's steel oopen theen." the blue pixie responded, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "Nuu need t' goo stressin' yoourseelf aneemoore than yuu need tuu."

She hrmmed at that, looking down at herself and at the rest of the Breezies clambering over her body and blanket. A few were perched on her legs in groups, calmly chatting as they ate, while increasingly, she spotted more and more of them breaking off into pairs to whisper to each other. Like before, some who had finished eating, were now retreating back into her body, triggering others to leave the safety of her flesh for their own turn at dinner.

A chance bit of movement to her left caught her eye, and she looked to see Flaffi trading words with Lemon, the mare now resting a hand on her tum. The pegasus wasn't certain, but she thought she saw a slight curve in the yellow fairy's belly...

The thought directed her back down towards her balls, which were resting solidly on the sleeping bag, heavy and dense. A few Breezies were in fact clustered around them, and she felt herself blushing yet again as they pressed their antennae to the stretched skin of her sac, trading conversation with the many mothers that were inside.

Her brows furrowed, before she turned to Seabreeze again. "You said that there had been male Gastheers in the past, right?"

He jumped at first, but then recomposed himself. "Y-yees, thaat's right."

"But you said that this..." she motioned at her overly-full testes with a hand. "Had never happened before? I mean, I'm assuming that's where male hosts usually carry their breezies. But if that's so, then surely, having mares becoming mothers while in their host's testicles must have happened before?"

Seabreeze sighed, running a hand down his face in an obviously display of frustration. "I doon't knoo. Maybee eet's becauuse yuu're a hermaphroodyte? Aye mean, aye reaad a loot aboot th' eens an' oots oof Gastheers, but aye doon't reemember reaading aneething oon a breezie beeing mayde a motheer by oone, oor thee otheer waay aroound. Eef eet haas happeened beefoore, maybee eet waas graades beesydes bonnie keldas-"

Shy held up a hand to interrupt him. "That's the third time I've heard that term. What is a 'Bonnie Kelda'?"

"Eet meeans 'Great Motheer'." Lemon Frost replied, leaning forward. "Ees anotheer theeng aboot Breezies. Sometymes a motheer weel onlee haave twoo or three foals at a tyme. An' other tymes, shee caan have aas manee as ten, or eeven tweentee."

She found her breath catching in her throat. "Twenty foals, all at once? Oh my goddess..." A hand stretched down to gently stroke the top of her sac, feeling the swell of pregnant bellies within. She even thought she could feel the motion of tiny, tiny movement pressing from within those bellies, through her own skin, as tightly packed as they were. "So if a breezie carrying that many is a 'bonnie kelda', and all the ones in my testicles are keldas... th-that's..." she found herself gulping. "Th-that's a lot of babies..."

"Ees common doe baack hoome." Flaffi piped up. "Allmoost always one bonnie kelda somewheere. Caa't moove good wheen almoost due doe. Smalleer kiinds steel happeen."

Fluttershy found herself looking back up at the pair, before finally deciding to say it. "And do you know which kind you are, Lemon, Flaffi?"

Both breezie's faces lit up in blushes, their antennae going straight. Seabreeze leveled a look at them from the opposite shoulder, expectantly. With stares from both their flock leader and their host, the two pixies eventually drooped their heads, the purple stallion wrapping an arm around the yellow mare protectively. "W-wee... wee theenk three." he stammered, his accent thick on his tongue. "E-eet happeened... w-weel..."

"Eef aye waas a Kelda, aye'd bee bloowin' up lyke a balloon." Lemon spoke up, rescuing her floundering mate. Now she leaned back, fully presenting the curve of her belly. "Wee alreadee mayde plaans, Seabreeze. Flaffi an' aye weel bee heetching oop oonce wee geet back hoome. Wee need a meenisteer afteer all."

The blue stallion crossed his arms. "Aye'm th' flock leeader. Whoo's too saay aye can't marree yoo twoo ryght heere an' noo?"

The couple giggled, before rubbing the backs of their heads, obviously with things in their minds to say. Seabreeze sighed and shook his head, a weary smile on his face. "Mayde plaans, aye knoo. Riings an' whyte lace an' th' woorks, theere's sometheeng too be saaid foor those~" He ended that with a singsong note to his voice.

Fluttershy was entranced by the miniature drama happening right in front of her. A drama that could have happened inside her. Holding back a giggle of her own, she looked over at the pair again, this time giving them a warm smile. "Congratulations, you two."

They beamed at her in turn, snuggling up against each other. "Thaank yuu Fluttershy."

"We're going to have to find a nice place for us all." Flaffi lapsed back into his native tongue as he turned to his mate. "With just five of us, it shouldn't be too hard."

"Good thing I'm not a bonnie kelda, huh?" Lemon replied in kind. "If I was, well..." she paused, before leaning down to pat Fluttershy's shoulder. "I couldn't think of any better house than this one right here~"

The pegasus was speechless. They... would want to live inside me?! An entire family of breezies, and me as their home sweet home... she tried to picture it, of the yellow faerie coming to term, and then giving birth inside her body. Of baby breezies playing inside and outside of herself, the entire family snuggled up tightly in her warm flesh at night. Of the foals growing up, moving to call other parts of her body their own. Maybe finding their own mates and starting even more families within her...

"Fluttershy?"

She blinked, realizing that she had zoned out. Ears burning, she turned her head to the one who'd been calling her attention, that being Seabreeze. "Y-yes?"

"Fluttershy, eet's geetin' late. An' aye theenk everybreezie's feenished."

A quick glance at the flock about her legs confirmed his words. Some of the small ponies appeared to be dozing off upon her legs, and she realized with a start that one was in the process of clambering inside her right nipple. She had become so used to the sensation of being entered by now that she hadn't even noticed.

What she did notice however, was that her wings were getting stiff. Clearing her throat, she proceeded to address the group at large. "Y-yeah, I think you're right. If everypony's done, then I think we should start getting ready for bed."

This time she remained still and relaxed as the flock of pixies moved to enter her body once more. They filed inside, calmly and orderly, prompting the mare to give a sigh of contentment, even as she watched her curves increase bit by bit once again, taking in a very quiet thrill at the sight of her belly swelling up and out, filling up with passengers. It also touched her to see a pair of breezies gathering up emptied wrappers and baggies, cleaning up and depositing them in her purse before they too retreated inside of her.

Flaffi stood and helped Lemon up, the pair strolling over the yellow expanse that was her breast, before thanking her and wishing her goodnight, each one slipping into the stretched duct in her teat. Seabreeze being the last one, lingered behind a bit, his face a study of worry. At length he looked up at his host, and asked the question on his mind.

"Whaat eef eet happeens ageen?"

She bit her lip. "I can't exactly control my dreams... all I can say is, if it does happen again, I'll want to be cleaned out again. You understand?"

He gave a sigh, before nodding. "Aye doo. Aye juust weesh wee deedn't mayke suuch a beeg mess oof eet th' first tyme."

"Well..." Shy found herself tilting her head. "It wasn't all bad. Flaffi and Lemon wouldn't be starting a family otherwise."

"Mmm, thaat's truue." he replied, before taking wing and hovering back down to her left nipple again. "Eet's onlee foor oone moore day at leeast. Thees tyme tomorrroow, yuu'll bee doone weeth us, an' wee should all bee saafe an' snug back hoome."

She smiled. "I'll get you there, Seabreeze. I promise."

He returned the smile, before it was interrupted rudely by an expansive yawn. Rubbing his eyes, he grinned sheepishly, before alighting upon her nipple, gently pressing a hand inside. "Goodniight Fluttershy. See yuu een dee morniing."

"Goodnight, Seabreeze. Sleep tight, and sweet dreams~"

With that, he fully dived in, wriggling just a little before his motions disappeared into the rest of the activity within her mammaries. She breathed another sigh before folding up her wings, and tidying up the campsite for the night. When she finally folded herself into her sleeping bag, the motions of all her occupants had more or less ceased, a minute vibration here and there giving her the impression that one breezie or another was snoring rather loudly.

I'm a living house. she reminded herself as she got snug, a hand going down to idly trace the curvature of her belly and bosom, feeling the dozens of tiny lives within them. There's been lots of surprises, but... they're not bad ponies. If this were to happen again in the future... if Seabreeze or some other flock gets stranded again near Ponyville... I would be up for doing this again. Now that I know what I'm doing, at least.

There was still the matter of the young mothers still within her jewels, but for that, she needed to be able to talk with them. And that was hard to do, as of present. She would have to wait until they had reached their destination.

Until then, she tried to put that matter out ofher mind. There was still what Lemon had said earlier, about houses. Herself, as a family home...

Sleep tugging on her eyes, her mind couldn't help but ponder as she drifted away into dreamland. Have there been Gastheers... who have kept their breezies?...

High above the world, among the clouds she floated, like a majestic ship at sea.

Fluttershy leaned her head back in the breeze, a warm smile upon her face. The air was alive. She was alive. Her body, bared and naked, was alive. So alive...

Beneath her chin, her breasts jutted way out in front of her, bigger than ever before, like a pair of beanbags. Below them, her belly was an enormous ovoid balloon that supported them, her belly button beyond the reach of her arms. And hanging between her legs, her jewels hung, heaving and huge, dipping below her knees.

And across the surfaces of all these spheres, was the flurry of activity, her body playing host to well over a hundred breezies. She could feel them deep inside, the humming of those that kept her afloat, the play of those enjoying life inside her, the warmth and glow of families gathering together, even the flurry of some running place to place, not just trading among themselves, but tending to her on the inside, taking care of her, just as she took care of them.

Faeries entered and left her body almost constantly, and the air shimmered with the wings of her charges. Her own wings gently flapped, moving them all along upon the currents of the cloud layer, her expanded form and the denizens within her hidden from the eyes of the world. She wasn't just a mobile house. She was a living, breathing city.

And that thought, to her surprise, brought a glow to her mind and soul.

A Breezie flew up to her face. She couldn't focus on the pixie's features, but she still felt them lean down to deliver a kiss to her lips. The resulting tingling caused her to smile even wider, before returning the smooch to the little pony. And then, she opened her mouth wide, allowing them to climb inside. Her smile remained, even as her throat bulged, as they traveled down her esophagus, deeper inside her. She didn't know how she knew, but she had a feeling, that no harm would come to them.

In the clouds surrounding them, the breeze billowed. Far off in the distance, emerging from a shallow bank of vapor, came a shape. As she drifted closer, it slowly resolved, revealing itself to be very round.

It was another pegasus mare like herself. She was pink, with long, flowing locks of gold streaming from her mane and tail. And she too, seemed to possess an enormous bust, coupled with a heaving, overly-gravid belly. Even at this distance, she could see something else... a telltale shimmering in the air surrounding the stranger...

The shimmering of breezie wings.

Her heart leapt in her throat. Another like her! Another Gastheer!

Her wings kicked into gear, and the flying city-ship that was her body began cruising towards the newcomer, her fellow host, excitement running through her being, and through the population of breezies within her. Closer she drew to them, seeing that the pink pony had seen her as well, and was moving to meet them halfway...

And then, mere yards away from each other, Shy had to pause, as she felt a flurry of activity within her... and then, she arched her back, tossing her head back as hundreds of breezies proceeded to pour out of her body, from her nipples, her cock, her vagina, a spray of shimmering life taking to the air.

And as she managed to glance, she spied that the other pegasus, her own head rolled back, was experiencing a similar outpour of faeries herself, the two flocks proceeding to collide in the air.

In the mass of color and silver, breezies met, friendships were made, romance blossomed, two different cities of breezies, meeting and mixing and making merry with one another. And it was oh so wonderful, feeling the joy and excitement of her flock, like if her own breezies were an extension of herself, even as they were outside of her.

And then, before she knew it, she was side-by-side with the other Gastheer. She couldn't focus on her face, but they were at once, new, and familiar. They both reached out a hand, and their fingers grazed past each other, the touch of someone who knew what joy they shared...

Like ships in the night...

And then she was gone, the pink form vanished, and the cloud of breezies now retreating to enter her body again. This time, all the breezies fled inside her, and as they entered, she suddenly became aware of a difference, in her flock.

Her population had changed. Some of her breezies, had left with the other Gastheer. But in turn, some of that Gastheer's breezies, had stayed behind, now taking up residence within her.

An influx of fresh blood, within herself, her city...

The air empty now, she stared down at herself, before she began feeling it. That pumping, pulsing, rhythmic sensation of newfound couples consummating their love, deep within her flesh, her curves writhing and undulating with passion... and then...

She let out a groan, as her breasts began to swell. Bigger and bigger they stretched, as below them her belly reacted in kind, jutting upwards and outwards as it expanded more and more. Within her, breezies were born, experienced childhood, made friends, reached adulthood, fell in love, became pregnant, birthed even more breezies... all within the blink of an eye...

Generation after generation of faeries were being born inside her, her population booming, her hundreds becoming thousands, becoming ten thousands. Her belly, her breasts, even her balls expanded bigger and bigger, her skin stretching to make room, to hold all of her inhabitants, even as their numbers continued climbing, doubling...

So much life

Fluttershy was awash with bliss, all from the overwhelming amounts of activity within her being, the stretching of her surfaces, and from the knowledge that she wasn't just a city anymore. Her writhing breasts and belly were now jutting out yards in front of her, her form becoming increasingly dirigible-like among the clouds. And they were still increasing in size, ever larger and larger.

She was a metropolis now. A living, breathing metropolis of Breezies, more bustling with life than Manehattan, even more than Canterlot. Even more than that... with every passing second, more lives were created inside her, her population numbers skyrocketing. She could have been a living county.

A living state.

Her body, herself, an entire living, breathing nation...

She awoke with a gasp, her face flushed red, as she suddenly realized several things at once.

One, it was still quite late in night, the fire having died down to a dull glow, casting a gentle light upon the entire campsite.

Two, she was sporting a very firm erection, feeling the appendage tenting her sleeping bag like a water tower. Shifting around made her realize that it was currently rather coated in something moist.

And third, she realized that her breasts and belly were all very, very active.

Hurridly, Fluttershy unzipped the bag, before throwing the covers off. Once again, the skin of her massive mounds was dancing and writhing, as inside she felt that now-familiar sensation of pumping and pounding, of her charges having been stimulated by her body. Her charges that were now working off that stimulation in the only way they knew how.

By having sex, while still inside her body.

She let out a groan as she felt her tits stand themselves up, swaying to and forth of their own volition upon her ribcage. Her hands flew to her belly, where she felt the roiling mass of activity causing her stomach to undulate, dozens of bumps rising and falling through her skin. Then the mass of life as a whole bunched up, and pushed her belly upward and outward, elicting a more pointed and alarmed gasp from their host.

"O-oh goddess! P-please, not so rough everypony!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, all activity in her body appeared to freeze. They'd woken their host up again, and it now felt like they were waiting for her to unleash a tongue-lashing upon them.

The pegasus however, used the quiet to catch her breath and reorient herself. The dream that she had just had was still fresh in her mind, the sensations of having been so full of life. Like she was now. Looking down at herself, past her bust and her belly, she could see the end of her cock standing at full mast, proudly arching up and over the sphere of her midsection, the tip dripping a steady flow of pre.

They're having sex inside me again.

... more babies are being made tonight...

The next few words that left her mouth was "... how many of you are pregnant? I want to know... All the mothers, please, tell me..."

She waited in silence for a few seconds. And then, she felt a glow, from within her left breast. A Breezie's kiss, upon her inner flesh. This was followed by a second glow, from her right breast, and then a pair of glows from her belly, another in her right, two more from her left...

By the time they stopped, Fluttershy felt like she was a Hearthswarming tree. No less than nine beacons had answered her from within her body, and she knew one of them to be Lemon Frost. And then as if delayed on purpose, she felt eight more glows, from within her testes. She was hosting seventeen pregnant breezies, within herself. Seventeen potential families...

It struck her. There were more breezies inside her now than there had been when she started.

She groaned again as her cock throbbed, bringing an even larger helping of pre up her shaft, the fluid spilling to coat the entire head. Her face flushed brightly, though she was unable to hold herself back. The thought had actually aroused her.

Slowly, hesitantly, cautiously, the thumping and pulsing motions began to resume in the depths of her flesh, dozens of pent-up pixies still with unfinished buisness to complete. The pegasus didn't panic this time, her eyes instead closing as she felt the heat of arousal work its way through her body again, stirring her occupants back into an orgy. Even in her balls, she could feel a gentle shifting, as the mothers down there were not immune to the influx of hormones coursing through her.

Her mind returned to the contents of her dream. The activity of a population inside her. The consummation of passions. Meeting another host like herself. All high in the sky above the world, floating without a care on the breeze...

"I want to float." she suddenly found herself saying, voice more than a little heated. "I need to float. I need it. Please."

The breezies within her seemed more than willing to accomodate. Barely a second passed before she began to feel that familiar hum within herself, amongst all the other rhythmic vibrations. Gently, her breasts, her belly, and her balls all began to lift upwards, their surfaces pulling at the rest of her body, the force ramping up slowly, increasing...

Shy let out yet another groan, as she finally felt herself being lifted off the surface of her sleeping bag, wings draping beneath her as she was lifted up into the night air, the locks of her mane and tail swaying in the breeze. Unable to resist any longer, she reached down to grasp her cock in both hands, fingers wrapping around the stiff shaft, proceeding to rub the length in self-admittedly familiar ways. She still considered herself a mare. But she couldn't deny pleasuring her stallionhood felt rather good.

"This was my dream." she spoke again, to the population within her. "Floating, with all of you, more of you, inside me. I wasn't just a mobile house..." her grip tightened upon her member. "I'm not just a mobile house anymore... you're all making me into a living village!"

Another wave of heat overtook her, bringing with it another spurt of pre, and the motions of her inhabitants working up into a frenzy. Her breasts were a mass of activity, a wall of flexing, restless flesh right below her muzzle, the faeries within humming and pounding and maturbating and pleasuring each other, all underneath her own skin. Amongst all the activity, the yellow mare imagined she could see them expanding as well, filling up with even more of their kind. In her mind's eye, the bellies of breezie mothers swelled, pushing against her own flesh, stretching her wider as the motions of life within them further stimulated her senses...

"M-more..." she whispered, her head dropping backwards as she ascended higher into the air, now a good couple of yards off the ground. A hand left her cock to caress her massive and bustling bust, arm coming up to wrap around as much of them as possible, feeling their motions more directly. As their movements became more frenzied, so did her own pumping, her shaft trembling under her touch, the shifting in her balls joined now with a slight fizzing sensation. She was close.

"I'm a village... I'm a village... a colony. A Gastheer." she repeated to herself, her mind fully fixed upon her body's fullness and the passionate activity within. "Oh goddess, everypony... I love you all!!"

And then suddenly, in response to her words, her body lit up like a chandilier, as she felt the bright, tingling kisses of Breezies all within her, dozens upon dozens of bright spots all across her body, as they fully returned her sentiment in the best way they knew how. The sensation of so much light within her, coursing through her flesh, becoming whole and coherent...

Her hand flew back to her cock, and squeezed hard, before the underside of that dark appendage began bulging, traveling up the length of her shaft. With a strangled cry, Fluttershy came, a streamer of white leaping free of her flared tip to fly in the air breifly, before raining back down upon her body and the campsite below her. Again and again, her cock erupted, showering herself and the immediate area around her with the flecks of her seed, the activity within her jewels doubtlessly helping to drive her orgasm along.

When the waves of ectasy finally receeded from her brain, she not only found herself speckled with her own cum, but also the activity of horny breezies rapidly dropping off. The breif thought that they had all come alongside her floated across her mind, causing a self-satisfied smile to break out upon her face.

The humming of wind magic was beginning to die down too, and she felt her body slowly descending to the earth once again, slow and soft like a feather. She let out a sigh as she alighted onto her sleeping bag once more, allowing a hand to roam across the landscape of her body's curvature, and of the shapes and forms of tired but satisfied breezies all curled up within her. After this... there's going to be even more breezies inside me. she mused sleepily, and then bit her lip as her cock, despite now having become flacid, twitched a little at the thought.

Gently and softly, she raised her arms up to cradle her inhabited breasts, lifting them up so she could press her cheeks against the sides of her own cleavage, feeling the snoozing forms cuddled within them. With tender affection, she pressed a kiss to each mammary, before leaning her head back, allowing a hand to now rub the swell of her belly in circles, her eyes falling closed again as the afterglow mixed with the kissing glow of her charges.

"... that wasn't so bad..."

Combined with the exaustion from that little joy-ride, it didn't take long for Fluttershy to fall back into a heavy, and contented slumber.