Mornings in Fluttershy’s cottage were always so peaceful. The roosters would crow just as the sunlight would work it’s way onto the sleeping pegasus’s face. The morning blossoms gave such a sweet yet faint aroma, they would beg Fluttershy to visit them as she did her beloved woodland creatures. The clouds themselves would seem to part just to keep the rhythm of this divine wake-up-call every morning. The transition made the heavenly comfort of her bed transient, even with her quilted blankets, feather down pillows, and dakimakura resting beside her.
Wait a minute… Fluttershy thought, waking. I never ordered that dakimakura. In a frantic realization, she swept off her blanket to reveal the sleeping stallion next to her.
“Ooh, it’s cold! Give it back.” Zephyr Breeze mumbled.
“Zephyr!” Fluttershy protested. “Why are you in my house? And my bed?”
“The rabbit wouldn’t share the couch,” Zephyr half-answered. He tried to faine dozing, but he was afraid he might get a hoof to the back of his head if he did not answer her completely. “... and my marefriend threw me out of her place. You know, I think most people would give their spouse a two-week warning or something before kicking them out. How was I supposed to find another place in just ten days?” He turned around to look at Fluttershy who was still not looking happy. It was clear he had to recontextualize this for her. “It’s not like I was being pushy to have everything how I wanted. I stayed out of her space. And I offered to pay rent, really I did. I make the denaro for it now, you know. I can pay my own expenses.”
“But do you ever?” Fluttershy asked, skeptically.
“I know I didn’t mention it, but I already left some rent with the rabbit. I’ll be wanting it back, if you ask me to leave.”
Something about his voice started to sound sincere to Fluttershy, and she looked around to see angel sleeping on top of a bag of gold bits. Zeph was not kidding; he could pay rent. Not only that, but he had been so hoofs-off about her decor and living arrangements that she almost did not notice he was there. Either Zeph was a changed horse, or he was really upset. Maybe both? “Then why did she kick you out?” Fluttershy asked, more sincerely this time.
“Oh, you can’t understand what it’s like being in a relationship, Fluttershy. Young flames can blow out at the most petty provocation.”
Fluttershy really did not understand much on this topic, it was true, but she really did want to know. She felt responsible for her little brothers success since he graduated from Mane Therapy Training, and she wanted him to be on the right track, even if that meant she had to nudge him every so often. All she could do was try to make a little joke. “Her little flame couldn’t handle your Breeze, huh?” Their family always called Zephyrs unique spirit his “Breeze.” Somehow, though, it seemed like Zeph took it another way.
He looked really frustrated as he said, “I wish I could say that my Breeze was too strong for her, that’s a nice sounding problem to have. Horse apples! I wish I could say my Breeze wasn’t strong enough. That’s embarrassing, but it’s common, workable. It’s just that Breeze wouldn’t come at all! You can imagine how disappointing that is. Like you’re stuck in a little sailboat in the middle of an ocean, and you just have to row yourself to shore because the Breeze just never came.”
“I think I understand,” said Fluttershy, taken aback and confused, “but I would appreciate it if you spoke frankly. At least, without all this euphemism, okay? Like you said, I don’t know much about this to begin with, so it would be better if I didn’t misunderstand you at all.”
“Making me get serious already? I had hoped we would at least have tea first.”
Fluttershy yawned, and decided she had to agree. “Wonderful. Mutual small-talk during tea is so stressful. It will be much more relaxing to talk about something serious and one-sided.” She said this as she was getting up and leaving toward her kitchen, but Zephyr would not get out of bed. “Come on now, you’re not dying are you? Get up out of bed, and lets have some tea.”
“You wanted me to stop talking euphemistically, right?” Zephyr asked.
“Yes.”
“Well… I have an erection. ‘Morning wood’ as it’s called.”
“You know, tea in bed actually sounds like a great idea. I’ll sit out this time, but you go ahead. Bed rest is the best remedy for a broken heart, after all.” She continued speaking to Zephyr while making an effort to be one room apart and not looking at him. “I think I have some tea trays that someone left here. Probably Twilight. If Twilight asks, don’t tell her that I have her tea trays and haven’t given them back, okay. I’m sure she won’t but if she does…” She paused thoughtfully. “Do you want me to leave and do some chores for a while so you can take care of that?”
“Take care how?” Zephyr said, teasing.
“Right, no euphemisms.” Fluttershy reminded herself. “Do you want me to give you some time alone so you can- oh dear- masturbate?”
“I don’t think it would help for just you to be gone. I mean, are you ever really alone in this place?”
“Oh, well, the animals are good company. They’re sweet, and cuddly, and they never judge you or call you names.” She was happily listing off the best traits of her critter friends just as she was happily discovering the tea trays she knew she had somewhere.
“Do you masturbate in front of your animals?” The tea trays fell with an oaky clunk to the floor.
“Celestia…” she cursed. “I said no euphemisms because I want you to be able to talk to me about your problems, not so you can tease me and call me clumsy.”
“Sorry…” Zephyr said, “Miss Clumsy. I promise it wasn’t on purpose. I really wanted to know. I mean, do they even register it? I know a lot of people with pets, I’ve just always wondered how they get away with sex when the little devils are around.”
Fluttershy covered her face with her hair, even though she was still in the kitchen out of her brothers site. “If you have to know,” she said, “I do. I didn’t used to. The animals seemed so innocent at first, so pure. I couldn’t muddy their eyes or ears with that kind of a show. I would only masturbate when I was away from them. When I started spending more time with them, though, I noticed they would do that to themselves. It didn’t make any sense for me to hold back if they were still going to do it, after all. Every creature has needs. Every creature masturbates.”
“Except sea sponges, right?” Zephyr pointed out.
“Right. But other animals, even the little ones, do.” Fluttershy parted her hair and tried to remember the course of the conversation that led her there. “So do you want to?”
“What?”
“Masturbate? That’s what I was asking to start with. Since you said you have morning wood.”
“Not really. I’m kind of in labido Limbo right now. I’m too sad to pleasure myself, too comfortable to lose the erection. But, hey, how about that tea, huh?”
“Right. I’ll start setting up the kettle.” Finally, Fluttershy returned to her bedroom and sat on the bed beside her prone brother, careful not to look at him as she did so. “So, about your trouble with this mare, what are you saying was the problem?”
“Where do I begin?” Zephyr dramatically flourished.
“Just start the first place you can think of and work around that,” Fluttershy said.
“We were living together for about a month,” Zeph began, “ever since I got kicked out of my other coworkers place. He got custody of his daughter and needed my room. I told you about that, right? Anyways, at first it was the same kind of thing, I just needed a place to stay, and she was a friend there to help out. After a while, though, it was clear she was interested in me for something else. We never really dated, but she started treating me like her boyfriend, and I just sort of went along with it. I’ve dealt with her type before: cosmetology mares, the kind that think of a colt as a living doll, an accessory for their precious doll houses. I wasn’t going to argue.
“She’s a beautiful mare, honestly. She was one of the first I asked to crash with for that very reason. I thought I had a one-in-a-million chance of it leading somewhere (to sex, no euphemisms) so I took one of those chances that stallions do so often, not thinking anything of it. When it turned out that she actually wanted my body, I was thrilled. It’s like one of those fantasies you never expect to come true was happening to me. She didn’t want to date me, she didn’t want me to romance her or woo her, all she wanted was a roomie for sex, and that’s great! It awakened every bestial instinct inside of me, like I was part of a stampede, like I was a hungry pony-eating manticore. Every cell in my body was yelling ‘fuck her Zephyr, give her the stiff Breeze!’ at the top of their little cell-lungs!
“I hoped this would mean I wouldn’t have the same problem I had before. Now I’m going back a ways. With other mares, I could rationalize that my emotional attachment to them was lacking somehow, and, with the attitude I had before, you know, I would just give up in fear that there was nothing I could do to fix it. I kept trying a little, though, just hoping. I knew that a lot of people used to think I was gay because of the way I talk and my interests, so I even gave that a try, but that went even worse. None of them gave me anything close to that strong animal drive, you know, so I thought it would have to be different.
“I’m guessing you can tell where this ends up by now. All of that desire I had for her, lusting after her day-after-day at work, fantasizing about our hooking up, her leading me on, teasing me, flirting with me, groping me, flashing me, finally begging for me to give it to her and show her which way the Breeze was blowing, I mean, no euphemisms, really fuck her silly, I just…”
“You couldn’t get it up?” concluded Fluttershy.
Zephyr covered his face and nodded. “I made the excuse the first couple of nights that I just wanted to go down on her and taste her cooch so badly, and I made sure she had nothing to complain about, believe me. After that, though, she started questioning whether I was attracted to her, and no matter how much I told her the truth, that she was a fantasy come true, that I wanted her more than any pony I ever dated, she couldn’t believe me. She needed me to fuck her to prove that I cared at all for her, and I just… We even compromised! She said if she could just watch me masturbate to her, if I could just cum with her in the same room, she could work with that. I still just couldn’t!”
Zephyr was crying at this point. Fluttershy signaled to her animal friends to get the usual tissues and ice cream, before quickly changing the order to sans-ice-cream, since they would be having tea pretty soon. She realized she never actually put the kettle on the fire after pouring the water, so she told them to go do that. She was very effective at communicating this without words while Zephyr was sobbing into her coat.
Fluttershy’s curiosity finally got the better of her. She looked down between Zephyrs legs to notice that he was still at full mast from before he started the story. Him remembering some of this must have been arousing, as well as horribly embarrassing. She wanted to be sure, though, that this was a normal healthy erection. A physiological problem, after all, could be easily explained, treated, maybe even healed by someone with more medical training than she had. It would mean a quick fix to this housing crisis. “I’m sorry to ask right at this moment,” she said, “but do you mind if I checked that out for you. Maybe I could see what the problem is.”
“Really?” Zephyr asked.
Fluttershy nodded. “It’s no big deal right? I’m family, and I know a little bit about medicine. Mostly veterinary, but...”
“Alright,” agreed Zephyr, “if you think it will help. You want me to spread my legs or anything?”
“No, just lay back so you’re comfortable.” Zephyr rolled over, revealing his full erection. Fluttershy was used to treating problems with animal genitals, and rarely at that, so she was not totally sure where to start with a pony cock. She had not had enough casual or recreational experience with the penises of her own species to feel officiated with them. Her mind being at ends with the examination, she was left to simply stare in wonder at her own brothers cock on display for her. Though they had lived together for years, Fluttershy had never gotten to see her brothers penis, only…
“So, what do you think, Dr. Fluttershy? Notice anything unhealthy looking? Not right?” Zephyr asked.
“I still need to do a brief manual examination. You’ve been to the doctor before; just turn your head and cough.” Fluttershy began to lightly fondle Zephyrs scrotum, checking for problems like cancers or hernias generally unrelated to her brothers erectile dysfunction. Though she was learning a lot for her own purpose, she realizes that she had more questions to ask that might shed light on the problem than the physical examination would. She asked, “So, you have erections normally?”
“Yes.”
“You masturbate normally.”
“Yes, Dr. Fluttershy.”
“How many times a day?”
“Does it matter?”
“It might.”
“I guess I would say, on average, around twice a day.”
“Alright then.”
“Wait, is that normal?”
“Well, it’s not abnormal. There’s a wide range. When do you usually masturbate?”
“Mostly before I go to bed or after I wake up, like right now.”
“Do you get erections from visual stimuli, or just at certain times of day?”
“I get erections from mares.”
“Right, yes. But you’ve never been able to penetrate a mare.”
“I have never. No stallions either.”
“Never been in sexual contact with a mare?”
“I’ve given cunnalingus, got pretty good at it too, but-”
“Never ejaculated from any sexual congress with a mare?”
“Yeah, I’ve never have.”
“Never masturbated when a mare was watching?”
“Not successfully, no I haven’t.”
“Never masturbated to climax when a mare was in the room?”
“Nope, I’ve never.”
“Not even when we used to share a room together?”
“Wait, what?”
“I remember you masturbating when we used to share a room. Did you never climax?”
“In my own room, of course I masturbated, what-”
“So you have masturbated with a mare in the room.”
“Hold on a second,” Zephyr halted the discourse. “You knew I was maturbating?”
“When I told that story before, about how I knew it was okay to maturbate in front of the animals, I left out one tiny detail: I had the same experience with you. I never touched myself in the same room as you, even when I was a teenager and my hormones made it hard to control, because I thought that you were too pure to be exposed to sex. When you started masturbating, I started to feel free to too.”
“Fluttershy…”
“The important thing I’m wondering is: why is it that you could cum when you were masturbating in the bed across the room from me, and not when you are in front of a beautiful main-therapist mare? You knew I was there. It’s not that you need perfect privacy to cum. I mean, I was right there, and it wasn’t exactly a big room. It has to be something that differentiates me from them.”
“Well,” Zephyr said, “you’re my sister, for one thing. And also my doctor, apparently.” Even as he said this, Fluttershy had not stopped the physical examination. She had moved on from fondling the testicles to examining the head of the penis with her hoofs.
Despite this, she was still focused on talking to him about his problem. “Right. Well, as far as I can tell, your penis is very good and healthy. That means the problem has to be, well, psychosomatic. I know I’m not your therapist, but I’ve trained in giving therapy to some of my more troubled pets before, and I think I know you well enough to say what the problem is. Something in your head is causing your willy to go soft at just the wrong moment, so that it seems like you’ll never have sex.
“Sometimes, ponies have self-fulfilling prophecies; they think something bad is going to happen, so their bodies and minds seize up, and end up becoming the problem they were afraid of. It’s something that happens with deers a lot. They’ll see a train coming, but they are so terrified that they can’t move out of the way, so the train conductor has to be very careful to stop before they accidently run it over.”
Zephyr considered this. “So I’m afraid I’ll go soft and won’t be able to cum, so it happens? How am I supposed to counteract that?”
“It’s not just cumming that’s scaring you,” Fluttershy argued, “even if it’s all that’s happening. You’ve only just got over your fear of failure when it comes to your career. You’ve learned a lot from that, but you still think like that sometimes, self-defeating. When it comes to relationships, you’ve only ever thought you were going to end up failing the other pony somehow, so you preemptively cut things off right before consummation. Or, in Rainbow Dash’s case, long before you ever get a chance.”
“Hey, I do that because it’s funny,” Zephyr pointed out.
“But you see what I’m saying, right?”
“Yeah, Fluttershy, I do, but I still don’t see what I can do about that. I’m afraid of failure, maybe in ways I don’t even realize, and that keeps me, and apparently my penis, paralyzed like a deer in the headlights. Not paralyzed in a good way either. But what can I do about that?”
“Well, how did you deal with it before, when you got over your fear of failing at work?’ Fluttershy guided him.
“Let’s see. I would say the main thing is that I got a confidence boost from you and Dash.” Zeph considered this and became concerned. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about singing an inspirational song addressed to my penis.”
“Confidence is what you need to get started,” Fluttershy agreed, “but what you really need are some baby steps. That’s how you really worked through your training. It’s also how I got over a lot of my shyness, actually, so I know it can work. If you can get some manageable goals to work toward, the sky’s the limit.”
“I don’t know if you remember me saying this, but I mentioned that I did try masturbating in front of people and it didn’t work. I’m pretty sure that’s the most baby-like step possible to take in anticipation of sex. What else can I do to make it easier on myself?”
“It’s not just what you do, Zeph,” Fluttershy explained. “It’s who you do it with. You’ve masturbated in front of me before, for instance, so you should be able to do it again.”
Zephyr found himself again at his limit, and said “Hold on a second, hold the phone, are you saying that you want me to masturbate with you watching?”
“If that’s what you want, and you’re okay with it,” Fluttershy responded, timidly. She moved away from her position of examining his penis, as an invitation to either take over for her, or refuse the exercise. “I mean, I think it makes sense, right? You don’t need to impress me, so there’s really no chance of failure. It’s just practice. It’s not like I’m going to break up with you. You’re my baby brother forever, rain or shine. I’ll just be here to let a little of my confidence rub off on you. Maybe cheer you on a little, just not as bad as singing a song to your penis.”
Zephyr would have thought long and hard about it, if something else long and hard hadn’t been doing the thinking for him. His cock had just gone through a long talky session of being teased, and it was in the mood to be pleased. Whether it would work or not, he could not refuse the offer to jerk off in his sister’s bed while staring at his sister’s… “Hold on, so, is it just you looking at me, or is it also me looking at you.”
“Um…” Fluttershy began to blush red. She had not considered that the view would be two way. Then again, she knew that it was Zephyr who was putting himself in a really embarrassing position, and the least that she could do was let him… wait, “Do you want to look at me while you masturbate?”
It was clear to Zephyr that these questions that they were asking each other were becoming more and more unruly, crossing over into some really incestuous territory. He knew he was seeing Fluttershy differently than he usually would, for even considering to use her as masturbation material. He was digging his own grave. At the same time, he was pitching a sizeable tent. Even if he did give into temptation, he had to admit, Fluttershy had some pretty good justification for it, some that he could use to his own advantage. “Sure! I mean, like you said, I need practice, right? I can’t just be jerking it to a porn magazine and pretending you’re not here. How will that prepare me for the real thing?”
“Oh, I guess that’s true,” Fluttershy admitted. For a moment she had to take inventory to think about how Zephyr had woken up in her bed, told her some sob-story, and gotten her to pose for him while he jerks himself off. Was she just as gullible as her parents?
No, as Zephyr began stroking his shaft in with both hooves on his cock and both eyes on her, she had to admit that she was the one who pushed for this. This would be better than to just let him stagnate in miserable lovelessness forever, or at least unfulfilling celibacy. She wanted to do this for him, to let her baby brother take the baby steps he needed to grow.
The more she thought about it, though… how many baby steps would they have to take together? Would he be able to hook up with his previous girlfriend after this, or would she lose patience with him before he could develop? If all they did was masturbation, she would have no way of making sure that he made it all the way to coiutus without giving up or being given up on. For her to be sure that this all was not in vain, she would have to…
And there she caught herself justifying the possibility of fucking her brother. She knew, if she let her brain take over, that it was silly. How could incest do anything good for her kid brother? Then again, she had already agreed to go so far.
Her brother was asking her to turn around for a better view. She realized, as she turned around, that she had been looking at the mesmerizing display of her brother pleasuring himself for a while now. She had to remind herself again why she was doing this. Watching him touch himself, posing for him, even letting the tea kettle whistle on without attendance in the background, it was all to help solve his problem. If she got any pleasure out of this, it was unjustifiable, unforgivable, incestuous. Kind of like the feeling of your brothers semen pouring down your vaginal slit.
“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry!” Zephyr said instantly. His ejaculate had squirmed right past the tissue in his hoof and hit Fluttershy on her exposed rear end. Most of it was harmlessly decorating her ass cheeks, but a disastrous trickle could also be spotted flowing through her cunt lips. “No, no, no, no, no!” he chanted, pulling out tissue after tissue to try and clean the mess.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Fluttershy consoled him. “It’s just a little bit on the outside. I’m not in heat or anything right now, so it should be okay.”
“It is a big deal!” argued Zephyr. “It would be so bad if I got you pregnant!” As he was doing another thorough wipe with a fresh tissue, using his teeth to dab it all across her twat and ass, Zephyr came to a sort of mad realization: there were surely sperm that had already begun swimming their way into his sister’s uterus! There was no time to debate…
Fluttershy felt her brothers hooves grasp on to either side of her flank. “Zeph, what are you- Oh!” Zephyr had just buried his muzzle into his sister’s crotch, drinking in the moisture to try and remove whatever sperm was left from the deepest part of her cunt he could reach. If she had any doubts when he said he was good at cunnilingus, they were as good as shattered now, along with her fragile composure. She arched her back, raised herself up on the tip of her hooves, whatever she could do to give Zephyr complete access to her pussy, and began to pant violently.
After a minute or two of this, Zephyr was sure that he had sufficiently sifted the last remains of his ill aimed ejaculation from the sweetness of his sisters depths. That was until she rolled over onto the bed and said “You know, I think you could get deeper into it from this angle.” Suddenly, he was not so sure. Either way, it was imperative that he get deep as he could, to find and destroy the strongest, most prospective sperm that he could, and protect them both from the horrors of incestuous parenthood. As he did so, Fluttershy rocked and riled on her bed, holding Zephyrs head to her crotch by his man-bun. Say what she might about how it looked (no euphemisms, lame), it came in handy for cushioning her hooves as they pulled on her brother’s head with force enough to crack a bears spine.
After some time had passed like this, Fluttershy reminded her brother “You know, huh, you did pretty good back there. We were trying to see if you could get off to a mare and, well, you got off on a mare. Your aim could use some work, yeah -yeah!- but you sure are good at- aha- cleaning up after yourself.” She comforted him further, “You know, if you can get a mare off like you’re doing right now, you really have nothing to worry about when it comes to sex. Even if you come really quickly, the mare won’t mind. Aha! She might even take it as a compliment. You know from first hand experience how much it hurts a mare’s feelings if you can’t cum. Sex is about people connecting and reaching mutual satisfaction. We’re definitely reaching the point of -ugh- mutual satisfaction. But we should still keep working on connection. I’ll be quiet, ugh, you just focus on making me cum, umf, and then, huh, I’ll give you oral too. We’ll see how you do with that. And after that... Ooh! Baby steps…”
Moments later, Fluttershy collapsed, releasing her hold on Zephyr. Zephyr pulled his head away from the opening and took a deep breath, followed by several short pants. Besides oxygen, he had Fluttershy’s proposal to take in and process. Fluttershy being overcome with afterglow, he took it upon himself to take that annoying kettle off of the stovetop. He poured the contents out and found that it was now only just enough for two cups of tea. He collected all of the steam that had been lost in the overboiling of the flame and passion, and made a little rain storm over the top of the kettle to return the water. Realizing that that would put everything back at more-or-less pre-boiling temperature, he returned the kettle to over the flame, with a little additional water.
“That’s so clever,” Fluttershy commended, coming into the kitchen from the bedroom. “You really are a changed pony from what you were before.”
“Just seemed like the obvious thing to do.”
“Spending all this time in Earth Pony country makes me forget how much you can do with clouds.” She lifted the readied teacup to her mouth. “Ooh, hot!”
“Thanks, sweetie. You’re not bad yourself,” Zephyr joked.
Fluttershy giggled. “I take it if you’re flirting with me, that you want to keep practicing?”
“We really shouldn’t, you know. I shouldn’t have eaten you out just then. Something just came over me, and on the flimsiest logic I-”
“Was it that ‘animal desire’ you were talking about before?” Fluttershy interrupted.
“It seems like it,” Zephyr postulated “but I’ve only ever felt that about getting myself off. Maybe since you’re my flesh and blood, or because we used to masturbate together, kind of, I must have some kind of bond with you that makes me crazy for getting you off.”
“I feel the same way,” Fluttershy chimed in. “Being watched while you got off was so exciting, and not just mortifying like I thought it would be. It was like being stalked by a tiger: something so dangerous it could kill you, but somehow you almost hope it does, just so you can catch a glimpse of it.”
“It’s pretty amazing,” Zeph admitted, “but we’ve got to try to move past it, right? That’s the whole point of this practice. I need to try and feel that way about other mares. Mares that aren’t the hot but related-to-me Fluttershy.”
“Aw! Alright, I get it,” Fluttershy rationalized. “Even if we’ve gone past incest now, we’ve got to try and set you up for a normal sex life. And me too, I guess. So, if you’re ready, why don’t we try and move on to the next baby step?”
“By ‘ready,’ do you mean ‘horny’?” Zephyr asked.
“Well, that’s part of it.” Fluttershy fired back. “I also just mean, would you want to if I was about to (no euphemisms) perform fellatio on you?” Zephyr pushed his chair from Fluttershy’s kitchen table, displaying a once-again erect cock to his sister, low down to the ground and ready for sucking. Somehow it was not what Fluttershy had in mind. “That’s all good and everything, but I don’t think that’s going to get us anywhere.”
Fluttershy pushed the chair back in, hiding the boner under the table and forcing Zephyr to use correct posture that he was not accustomed to. “What else do I have to do?”
“Nothing, at all,” Fluttershy harmoniously whispered in his ear. “Just sit back and let Dr. Fluttershy do this for you, while you think about someone else.” Fluttershy ducked under the table, ready to go down. She came face to face with it again, and once again fondled it, this time without hesitation or shame. “Giving me cunnalingus really got you hard, huh?”
“Yeah. You’ve got a pretty cute orgam face, sis,” he confessed. “It’s too bad I can’t see it right now.”
“I won’t be able to see yours either this time,” Fluttershy said, “but that’s the point. This table is a part of the illusion. If you can imagine you’re getting this blowjob from someone else, it should prepare you for the real thing.” Following these instructions, Fluttershy began licking the shaft up to the glans, sending a rush of sensation up Zephyrs body.
“I’m not really sure...” Zeph admitted. “Who do I even think about?”
“Your marefriend?” Fluttershy suggested in between licks.
“Too soon, Flutter Butter”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Fluttershy said. “You could think of a celebrity or something. What do you usually do when you jerk off?”
“Well, this is different. It has to be believable for me to be in practice-mode here.”
“Well, in that case-” she suddenly got a very familiar suspicion. “Zephyr, are you really gonna make me come up with a sexual fantasy for you?”
“I’m being lazy again, aren’t I? Hmm. Hey, would it be cool if I thought about one of your friends?”
“I’d really rather if you didn’t tell me about it, if you were going to.”
“Then again, your friends are kind of like celebrities, too. Especially Princess Twilight. People in my work will casually mention miss Rarity sometimes, too.”
“Could you try and focus?”
“Right. I should be deciding on one to fantasise about.”
“That’s not really-”
“Obviously, there’s Rainbow Dash. Even if she never responds to my flirting positively, it’s always really cute the way she does. It would be really satisfying seeing her in your position.”
“Zephyr-”
“No, you’re right, she’s too familiar, almost like another sister, it’s hardly an improvement over incest. Then there’s her friend Apples. She’s not my usual type, but she’s good looking. Might just be enough to make a cultured stallion like me go native.”
“Grr!” Fluttershy had begun puckering her lips on the head of the penis while she was stroking it, but at this point, she was waiting for him to be finished making her mad before she could move on to really sucking.
“Course we wouldn’t have much to talk about, except how that hat’s going to ruin her mane. Then there’s that other Earth Pony babe, Pie. She’s cute, fun, social, energetic. It would be easy to pretend she’s doing this too, since your voices sound almost exactly the same.”
“Okay,” Fluttershy interrupted, “first of all, her and I sound nothing alike.”
“Yeah, sure you don’t.”
“Second, can you please stop talking about my friends while I’m trying to do this for you?”
“Why? What difference does it make?”
“It’s making me,” she thought hard about the last word, “upset!”
“Do you mean ‘jealous’?”
“Ugh, shut up,” Fluttershy said. “It’s just unfair cause I can’t tease you about your friends.”
“That’s what you get for having a brother who’s hard to be friends with, especially for guys. Also, for never taking a vicarious interest in my life like I passingly do with yours.”
“I live vicariously through my friends sometimes,” she considered, “or, at least I make friends through their friends.” Then she got an idea. “Some of them also have brothers. Hunky brothers. Maybe while I’m doing this, I should think about them. You’ve heard of Prince Shining Armor, right? He’s the tough, brave, soldier type, but he’s also a real sweetheart to his little sister. I’m sure he would never tease me if I offered to fellate him.”
“True, but if you did give him head,” Zephyr said, “his wife could have yours cut off.”
“Then there’s Applejack’s brother. You’ve met him, right? They call him ‘Big’ Mac. You know, because he’s big and strong. He’d be handy to have around. A hard worker with strength, stamina, size. And he’s a big softy too, kind of like my bear. He’s really shy and cute. He’d make me forget all about you if I let him have me.”
“Oh absolutely. I can imagine the conversations you two would have,” Zeph joked. “Priceless.”
“If I’m gonna suck your dick, the least you could do is try to seem a little jealous that I’m thinking about other colts.” Fluttershy huffed.
“Isn’t the point not to?” Zephyr reminded her.
“Yeah,” admitted Fluttershy, “but it still isn’t fair.”
“Well, you’ve got to think outside the box a little, big sis.” Zephyr said. “Sure, either of those two would probably be down, maybe, but so would hundreds of colts you don’t know yet. You’re kind of a celebrity, too. Don’t you remember your modeling career?”
“It’s not exactly happy memories,” Fluttershy admitted.
“I remember mom and dad got phone calls from suitors for months after you started working for Photo Finish. You were a hot ticket! If you wanted to, you could have practically any colt eating out of the palm of your hoof. Or eating out something else,” Zeph said. Fluttershy noticed he was indirectly offering her compliments, which she knew was probably the closest thing to directly offering an apology that she was going to get, so she tentatively began sucking again. “The worst part is, you would got them to love you by just being yourself. In those pictures, you were timid, flighty, sometimes almost entirely out of frame, and everybody loved you for it! Every mare I’ve ever been with (if you could call it that) were with me because I act confident, when you know that’s really the farthest thing from the truth. If I was really sincere with them about my fears, my problems, like I am with you, they wouldn’t stick around. Nobody has ever loved me for me. Nobody except you.”
“Zephyr, please,” Fluttershy said, “you can’t really believe that.”
“Well, mom and dad too, I guess,” Zephyr corrected himself. “Not like this, though.”
“Zephyr,” Fluttershy protested, “you have a lot of great qualities plenty of mares would want. You’re handsome, you’re passionate, you’re into a lot of the same girly things that they’re into, and your confidence in what you do is growing all the time. You can find a mare who loves you for you. All you have to do is be yourself.”
“I don’t know about that,” Zephyr said, “but I do have one thing that’s boosting my confidence: my hot big sister calling me handsome.”
“He he he,” Fluttershy giggled. “Well, why don’t we get back to boosting your confidence the way we talked about, huh?” Fluttershy pursed her lips at the head of his wet dong again, waiting for him to give the okay. Instead of verbal confirmation, though, Zephyr reached under the table and guided her head down onto his cock. Well, there’’s something to be said for confidence alright. Thankfully for Fluttershy’s throat, Zeph was gentle and brought the head down only so far as it would go comfortably before he loosened his grip to let Fluttershy take over.
She worried at first that she would be no good at it, since she had no experience going down on ponies, unlike her surprisingly talented baby brother. As she pushed her head down again for another envelopment of the schlong, she felt her brother quake with pleasure, and she was reminded of the fact that this must have been the first blowjob that her brother had ever received (or, at least, been receptive to). That took the pressure off. What’s more, the exclusivity of this experience gave her a thrill. She was the only one who had ever given Zeph head. Any time he experienced a blowjob from there on out, he would have to look back and compare it to this blowjob. It really was an important step in his road to development that she got to be a part of, like witnessing his real first baby-steps.
But none of it could really be exclusive. Even if she had his first time, she would never be his special somepony. They were born into the same family, and that meant that they would have to break apart and make their own families eventually. No matter what they did, they had to move toward that goal. He could never be exclusive to her, nor her to him.
Maybe she could not do this forever, but she could at least make the most of this moment. She could make it memorable if she gave it her all and compensated for a lack of experience with enthusiasm. She took in her brother’s natural taste and smell, both of which were kept palatably mild by her brothers intensive grooming standards, and allowed herself to grow fond of them. She listened to her brother moan and pant as she went lovingly down on him, losing herself in the rhythm of his sexual gratification. It validated the work she was doing, especially once she started listening closer. “Huh, huh, flu, huh.” He was stopping himself from saying “Fluttershy.” She would not have been so sure, except that he would also moan “ooh, ah, si-” and he would stop himself, just before he could say “sis.” Even after all the teasing and everything they talked about, he was still thinking about her.
As the kettle went off a second time, it broke her mediation, and she realized her hypocrisy: she was thinking about him this whole time! Worse yet, she was thinking about the two of them together. Even if her brother was thinking about her ass or mane or something, those were just visuals. There was nothing of the taboo of incest in that: an ass was an ass, hair was hair, it could belong to anyone. Thinking about what the sex act meant to them, about the emotions involved, that was incestuous. Kind of like…
Zephyr was definitely going to cum pretty soon. Would he tell her when he was about to? She could just ask, but she did not want to stop when he was so close and have to start over. It could hurt his chances of being able to cum at all if things ended up getting irritating and awkward because of that. She had never felt a stallion cum in her mouth before, and she was hoping she could just take it on the face. Uncomfortable as that would be, at least she was confident she would not choke on anything.
Her perverted prayers were answered when her brother cried out “I’m so close! Oh fuck I’m cumming! Cumming!” That was just what she was waiting for. She quickly pulled her head off the cock and began to lightly stroke it past the point of no return. There was less cum this time, considering that he spent so much of it on her ass before, but the projectile force was still impressive. The hot sticky cum hit her on the right side of her face, causing one of her eyes to wink, with a large portion sprayed into her hair.
“Oh Celestia!” Zephyr exclaimed. “That was incredible. Even better than I thought it would be. You’re okay down there, right Fluttershy. Let me just move this table a little-”
“No, it’s fine,” Fluttershy said, moving out from under the table to a seat next to him.
“Is that me all over your face?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m surprised there was still that much.”
“Yup, me too.” Fluttershy said, trying to blow some of it out of mouth to speak freely. She would have gone to the sink to clean that gunk off of her face if she had both of her eyes to work with getting there.
“And you got some in your mane!” Zephyr dramatized. “That can’t be good for it. You should really wash that out, asap.”
“Well,” Fluttershy joked, “you better get licking then. Just like last time, right?”
“He,” Zeph responded, “that time was a real emergency.”
“Sure it was,” Fluttershy teased. “Seriously, though, do you think you could lead me over to the sink?”
“Oh, right, sure.” Zeph took her by the hoof and led her over to her sink. “You know, you really should wash that out with shampoo and warm water. I don’t think the tap is going to cut it.”
“Well then,” Fluttershy pointed out, “it’s good we have steaming hot water here. You don’t mind skipping out on a second cup of tea, do you?”
“No, I think I’m plenty wired as it is,” said Zephyr. “Please, allow me. Maybe I can show you some of my training.” Zephyr took the kettle off of the flame and poured the contents in a nearby pot, along with some regular tap water to bring the temperature down from scolding to pleasantly hot. He then proceeded to gently shower Fluttershy’s face and hair until all of the semen was washed away. He took a bottle of shampoo near the sink and began to rub it gently into Fluttershy’s mane. Some trickled down into Fluttershy’s face, allowing her to scrub away any remaining trace of cum with her hooves.
Satisfied with his process, Zephyr once again grabbed the pot to rinse Fluttershy off, but noticed his stance as he was doing so. He was directly over Fluttershy in a perfect position to massage her hair, but it was also practically mounting her. It made him think about what was about to come next, if he could judge what she meant by “baby steps” earlier. In spite of their newfound frankness and closeness, he was not able to ask her to fuck right there and then. It seemed like it would have been easier if he had used euphemisms after all. Then again, maybe there was another way to suggest access to her rear end.
“Do you think your flank still has any of ‘me’ on it?” he asked, rhetorically.
“Oh, probably,” Fluttershy assumed. “If you’re done with my hair, you could wash it for me. You know, if you wanted to.”
That as exactly the invitation that Zephyr was looking for. Fluttershy climbed up onto her counter so that her rear end was splayed over the basin of the sink and under the faucet. Zephyr rinsed her off with the hot water, and proceeded to squirt shampoo into his hoof. He pressed a hoof gently onto each of Fluttershy’s buttox and began scrubbing. At the same time as scrubbing, he was rubbing, groping, spreading, and thoroughly enjoying her ass. He had gone flaccid after the blowjob, but his cock was quickly rising to the occasion now that he was so close to her entrance, and to losing his virginity.
Fluttershy was not idle in this time, drying her mane and face with a towel on the counter. When her brother started to play with her ass, she flushed violently red from the triple threat of embarrassment, excitement, and arousal. She felt kind of helpless, lying prone in her sink, unable to easily move or fly away, being touched however he wanted. It certainly felt like her brother was becoming more confident as he freely felt her up. She felt her face become wet again, even after she had dried it off, and pressed the towel to her cheeks and forehead again.
She realized after a time that he was taking too long. She might end up pruney at this rate. So she asked him, “Are you gonna rinse me off now?” to which he immediately obliged. He stopped touching her at that point, guilt for his absent minded lust having finally taken root. Fluttershy could not have that either. She grabbed another towel and threw it at him. “You’re going to dry me off too, aren’t you?” Being once again invited, he rubbed her backside with the towel, exploring her ass crack, pussy lips, and shapely thighs as he dried them off. Guilt and awkwardness subsided again to lust as he remembered the feeling of those thighs holding his head in place as he ate her out. He thought how sweet it would be to feel his own hips pressed against hers by those thighs.
He had to speak his mind. “Fluttershy, I can’t handle the anticipation anymore. You want me to take these baby steps with you, right? I think I’m ready to take the next step now. How about you?”
Fluttershy kept him in anticipation as she climbed out of the sink, off of the counter, and back into her perfect pony posture. Looking him dead in the eye, she said, “Let’s go back to my bedroom.” Before he could respond, she turned around and started walking into her bedroom. As she did so, she swung her hips in a playful, beckoning motion.
Zephyr felt himself salivate as he viewed this, but before he could let his animal drive overtake him there was one more thing that he had to do. He ran to his bag he left near the door and frantically ruffled through it. After a few painful seconds of regretting his every possession, he found them: the “hey, you never know” condom, a week shy of its expiration date.
He rushed into the bedroom and tore it open, placing it on the tip of his glands. “You need a little help with that?” Fluttershy asked (it was clearly a rhetorical question: you can’t put on a condom with hooves). She pursed her lips against the wall of the balloon and began to expand the lips of the lips of the condom with her own, dragging them down the shaft slowly with her mouth until the plastic reached it’s tugging point. She noticed the penis seemed bigger than before, and thought he must be more excited than ever at this point. She then opened her mouth to release the now fitted condom, licking and salivating on it for lubrication as she did so.
Fluttershy hopped on her bed, scooting up to provide room for Zephyr, propping her ass in the air, and spreading her wings. “Come here,” Fluttershy said. Zephyr did as he was asked, pressing the head of his now wrapped member at Fluttershy’s entrance. Before he could push in, though, Fluttershy said “Hold it!”
“Oh, come on!” Zephyr said. “What’s wrong?”
“Who were you thinking about when I sucked you off?”
“Uh…” Zephyr took a moment to think. “Rainbow Dash...”
“Zephyr…” Fluttershy scolded.
“... and you!”
“I knew it,” Fluttershy said. “Bad boy. You were supposed to be thinking of someone else.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Zephyr. I think I might have been trying to push you too far. We should work on making sure you can have sex normally with me, then we can work on the problem of other mares,” Fluttershy said. She pressed her pussy up to Zephyrs cock as she added “So, for right now, you can look, touch, even say my name if you want to. Stick it in, baby brother.”
Zephyr thrust his hips and felt his penis slip inside. He expected it to be “warm and wet,” but until that moment, he had no idea what that really meant. The heat and pressure felt overwhelming, yet somehow serene and comfortable. He gripped Fluttershy’s hips for leverage and began tentatively thrusting in and out. Fluttershy moaned to encourage him, but trying to stand up on just his back legs was something he could not keep up.
He ran his hooves up her body for support before finally planting them on the bed next to hers. Now he began humping with all four of his hooves as support. He was moving less inside of her, but moving much faster than before. Both he and Fluttershy were experiencing an intoxicating closeness, one that felt almost more taboo than the sex. With his stomach against her back, his head buried in her hair, and his forelegs around hers, Fluttershy felt like her body was being completely enveloped by the act of sex. Zephyr could feel the effects of this as Fluttershy began unconsciously humping him back, rocking her body and rubbing herself against him at every angle. The animal feeling took Zephyr over again as he matched his rhythm with hers, building on the pace of her pleasure with all his strength and force.
“Zephyr!” Fluttershy shouted. “Zephyr, I’m about to cum! Are you cumming too?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Zephyr whispered.
“Zeph! The point is for you to-”
“I want to see you cum again!” Zephyr said. “I want to feel it! I promise I’ll cum after that.”
Fluttershy wanted to stop herself, to hold on until he had a chance to cum, but the sensation was irresistible, and soon it would be past the point of no return. It would not have been a big deal, except that she guessed, knowing herself, that the moment it happened...
“Zephyr! Zephyr! Oh! Oh!” she cried out. In one moment, her body became tense and tight, and the next, she was relaxed and loose. So much so that she slid right off of Zephyrs dick and flopped down onto the bed. Zephyr was surprised at first to find himself humping into nothing and held up by only his own hooves, so much so that he almost flopped down at the same time as Fluttershy. He was surprised by this at first, but then remembered what her afterglow was like before, and he realized that she might have been trying to warn him that she was knocked out easily by sex. She was not asleep exactly, but she seemed to go totally limp upon finishing. As he looked down on her laying on her side, Zephyr thought of how he could use this as an opportunity.
Zephyr kissed the cheek that was facing him. This was nothing new, not until he moved down to kiss her neck, her shoulder, and her back. At this point, he was getting a thrill out of every little boundary he crossed, or out of doing everything he thought he could never do to his sister. To aid him in this, Fluttershy summoned her remaining strength and rolled over to look Zephyr in the eye and kiss him on the mouth. While Zephyr was momentarily stunned by this, she took the opportunity to ask him, “So, did you get a chance to cum?”
Zephyr thought for a moment before he answered, “I have to admit… I didn’t.”
“It’s okay, Zephyr” Fluttershy said, though it felt like an understatement, “we can keep going until you do. This time, we’ll make sure you…”
“I don’t think we should, Fluttershy.”
“Getting cold feet now?” Zephyr propped himself up on his back knees to show her his penis again. The condom was very clearly torn, exposing his bare dickhead. “Oh, I see. Let me help you with that.” Fluttershy pulled the condom off with her lips before carefully biting the end and pulling it the rest of the way.
“You don’t happen to have a spare, do you?” Zephyr asked, hopeful.
“No,” Fluttershy admitted, “but it should be fine anyways, I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like I said, I’m not in heat or anything, and you already came twice, so I doubt there’s much left.”
“Are you serious about this?” Zephyr asked, unbelieving.
“Do you not want to?” Fluttershy asked.
Zephyr ran the risks in his mind a moment. Even a little bit of his cum could be enough to impregnate her, heat or no heat. Then again, the chances were low. He watched his sister’s legs spread out across bed, inviting him in. Her front legs were folded in front of her such that her hooves were naturally pointing down at her awaiting crotch. Her expression was compassionate, empathetic, and yet flushed with desire. Somehow the chance of pregnancy seemed to get smaller and smaller, and the problems of inbreeding were fewer and fewer. No matter how he tried to apply logic, he had to admit that any risk was worth it for this.
“I do want to,” he answered. “I’m ready!”
“I thought you might be,” Fluttershy joked. “Before we start again, could you do something for me real quick?”
“Anything.”
“Could you, maybe, let your hair down? Just if you don’t mind.”
“Why do you want that?” Zephyr started to undo his bun cautiously. He did say “anything,” but he never said “no questions asked.”
“You got to bury your face in my hair earlier,” Fluttershy reasoned. “I want yours to drape over my face while we do it.”
“Dirty girl!” teased Zephyr. “I shouldn’t be encouraging you like this, but I did say anything.” After this bout of teasing, Zephyr let his hair down from it’s bun. Fluttershy’s pupils went big seeing how handsome her baby brother looked now. She pulled him in for another kiss on the lips, this time holding it for longer.
After he finally broke that kiss off, he turned his attention to their lower parts. With his front hoof, he made his dickhead kiss her pussy lips. He slowly began pushing inside until Fluttershy wrapped her back legs around his hips and pulled him in. Just as he was reeling from the pleasure of that, she also wrapped her front legs around his head, pulling him in to kiss her again and again. This time, it was Zephyr who felt like he was being enveloped by sex. The movements of his hips were being matched by her humping up at him with the force of those beautiful thighs. Now that they were doing it face to face, he could also become lost in Fluttershy’s wide, blue eyes with their dilated pupils. When their eyes were not interlocked, then it was their mouths kissing in between deep breaths and deep affectionate glances. As good as it felt, though, and as much as she was helping, he was starting to run out of stamina after having already fucked her to orgasm earlier (not to mention, on an empty stomach). He pleaded, “Fluttershy I… I can’t keep this up! Do you think you can…” He breathed heavily, “Do you think you can take over?”
“Getting- Ah!- lazy again? Okay, just follow my lead.” With her legs around his body, she rolled over. They were near the edge of the bed now, so much so that, when she repositioned her legs, one of them was almost off the side. This did not slow her down at all, and she kept relentlessly humping her brother from on top. She started out sitting on his lap for balance, but found that soon she could lay across his body, face to face again. She looked at his expression to gauge his readiness; his eyes were sporadically half open, his mouth was fully open, and his neck, nose, and whole body were twitchy in anticipation. She realized that this time she could actually ask this time, and so she said “Tell me when you’re about to cum!”
He was silent for about ten more seconds before he called out “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Fluttershy hurriedly returned to an upright position, lifted herself off of her brother’s cock with her back legs, and lowered herself back down onto the now misaligned member to rub it off with vaginal outercourse. She rubbed herself to and fro, jerking him off with her pussy lips and thighs, until finally he finished all over his own stomach. From Fluttershy’s perspective, though, it looked like his dick was hers and that she had shot her cum on his body. The illusion was so convincing, in fact, that it translated into a real sensation of it, and the next thing she knew…
“Fluttershy,” her brother called out to her, “are you okay?” She was laying on the floor next to her bed. Her upper half was, anyways, while her butt and back legs still dragged against the side of the bed. She had passed out after sex and fallen off. Or maybe I never had sex with my brother, she thought. It was just a dream that I am waking up from, a gross fantasy built out of memories of childhood and the feeling of Zephyr next to me as a I slept.
Zephyr leaped off the bed and got close to Fluttershy to make sure she was okay. “Fluttershy, look at me! How many hooves am I holding up!” She was face to face with Zephyr except for the two hooves that he was holding up (or was it just one?). She looked down to see her handiwork: Zephyr’s stomach coated in his own jism. She had to smirk with satisfaction upon seeing it.
She pushed her brother hoof away and pulled him into a kiss. She threw her arms around him, and after breaking off the kiss she said “You did it, Zephyr! I knew you could! I’m so proud of you, little brother!”
“We did it, Fluttershy!” he said, aware but unamused by his own double entendre. “This time, you have to admit, you were there for more than moral support. You were great!”
“I know it’ll just go to your head,” Fluttershy joked, “but you were great too, Zeph. Amazing, in fact. You’re going to make any mare you sleep with very happy!”
“Aw! You’re such a sweetheart, sis! I can’t wait to-”
“And then, you can give me lots of nieces and nephews!”
“Wait, you mean like having babies?” Zephyr asked, shocked. “Me having foals!? Oh, Celestia-”
“And I’ll spoil them, and sing to them, and teach them how to play nicely with the animals…”
“Fluttershy! I told you, I have a 'room-mates with benefits' relationship with this mare! There is no way she wants to have kids!”
Fluttershy will say one of the following two lines. Vote now on your phones to decide which one!
A: “Well then, I guess I had better teach you how to have pregnancy-free sex then. I haven’t had anal yet, but…”
or
B: “Aw, but I really wanted to have some foals around here. It’s not like I have any stallions lined up to give me any. Hmm… inbreeding isn’t that bad, is it?”
No matter what you choose, anal or vaginal, it's-
The End!
Author's Note
Going into Flutter Brutter, I knew I was either going to hate Fluttershy's foretold brother, or I was going to want him to fuck her. I guess I ended up with a portion of both. Fluttershy is hot, incest is hot, so Fluttercest is very hot, and I think that I grew to appreciate Zephyr a little more as I wrote for his character.
I started this thing back in June when it would have been topical. I stayed up all night, hoping to work through it quickly, get it posted, and get it off my plate. Instead, I ended up making this another never-ending project that haunts me from its presence on my google drive and my to-do list.
I am done with it. I am cleansed of it. It was fun at times, and I am proud of it, but it definitely outstayed it's welcome. Kind of like a certain annoying relative, now that I think of it. I guess I should consider this my Thanksgiving submission. My other one is set around Valentines day, so I guess I still need to write something for Christmas, Halloween, and Easter to complete my 5 long-ass graybles. I guess I'll see you all on Easter, most likely.
If you don't like incest, don't like porn, or even don't like those dirty heterosexuals, may I suggest you read my other story "Potion Panic", which is pretty much the total opposite of this one. Or you can just down-vote and leave angry comments to make yourself feel less guilty about having enjoyed it, but my experience with this site had been that that probably won't happen either, since y'all are most friedly-like. Still, the power is yours.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/304794/potion-panic