This Night'll be a Breeze

Zephyr Breeze stretched in the soft darkness of his room, and grumbled irritably. For the third time, he’d woken to find it was still night time. It was maddening, like he was waiting for Hearthswarming or something. There was that same impatient sense of anticipation that made chests tighten and limbs fidget, that he normally only felt when anticipating a gift of some kind. This time, he had given the gift, and the ridiculous thought that it might go unappreciated was making him slightly anxious.

Zephyr settled deeper into his quilt. He wanted to see everyone’s reactions to his potion, Zecora’s potion, so badly. Had it worked? Would they like it? Did his love shine as brightly as he thought it did? Had he forgotten anything?

That last question gave Zephyr pause. Had he… forgotten anything? Why was he thinking that? He’d followed Zecora’s instructions to the letter, he was sure. In a few hours they’d all wake, and a little thing of heat the potion had placed inside their stomachs would send whatever emotions he was feeling up into their heads. He loved his family, so they would feel his love. Was there anything else? That was just the problem; Zephyr was sure there was something else, but he couldn’t place it. The stallion tossed and turned for minutes, needlessly fretting, before he started settling down into a nice comfy sleep…

He almost didn’t hear the soft little knock at his door. He would’ve dismissed it as a trick of his ears, but then the knob began to turn, which caused him to perk up.

The door opened slowly, making absolutely no sound - his parents found squeaky doors intolerably scary, so they always kept the house impeccably well maintained - and the shadowy figure of a head popped in. Zephyr couldn’t make out any features in the darkness, and he was too nervous to move. The figure stepped fully into the room, and started fumbling around, Zephyr assumed, for a light of some kind.

“Who-who’s there?” Zephyr stammered, finding his voice.

The figure stopped and turned towards the bed. Zephyr knew his eyes were bulging like he was a startled deer. Cursed be the timid blood in his veins!

“Zephyr?” whispered a voice he didn’t recognize. He reached over and tapped the firebug lantern he kept at his bedside. The critters inside were stirred to life and filled the room with a soft glow.

It was Dash’s mom?

Zephyr didn’t really know anything about Dash’s family, but now that he was properly looking at one, her mother was… fine. The non-accentuated version of the word fine, to be precise. The definition of fine that meant merely ‘adequate’, ‘passable’, or ‘middle of the road’. It was almost underwhelming after looking at her daughter, a sculpted beauty forged of rainbows, taut muscles and reasonable proportions, to a mare who’s kindly face still couldn’t hide her age. The base for Dashie was definitely there. Their faces were shaped similarly, particularly her wide, inviting eyes, and their coats were a near identical shade of cyan. However, the critic in Zephyr couldn’t help but see the slight fat filling out her freckled cheeks, or the slight bags under her eyes, or the closely cropped, dull orange mane.

A blush came over her face, and she withered under Zephyr’s appraising gaze. “Oh gee. Dashie really is special to you, isn’t she?” she finished with a sigh.

“Excuse me?” Zephyr asked.

“I just felt how you thought of me, compared to her. The difference is incredible,” Windy looked back, and a massive grin split her face. “And amazing!”

Zephyr sat up straighter in bed. His belly felt like it had wings. “The potion worked?!”

“You bet it did, buster,” Dash’s mom said proudly. She raced over and plopped herself down on Zephyr’s bed hard enough to send the springs a squeaking. “I got up just a few minutes ago,” she paused and started rubbing her tummy in circles, giggling.

“And everypony… they’re okay, right?”

“Dashie and I are the only ones awake, but we seem to be fine,” Dash’s mom tilted her neck and Zephyr heard an uncomfortable sounding ‘pop’. “Though I wish you’d told us about that part. Hubby’s lap isn’t the best place for a nap.”

Zephyr let out a sigh of relief, before allowing a grin to spread across his face. “Heh. Sorry. I just wanted to make it a little more dramatic for y’all. Where’s Dash?”

“She went to get something from her bags. But seeing her was when I noticed I had all these new thoughts inside me now. You’re a mommy’s boy at heart, Zephyr but, oooh, that’s not all I noticed,” she looked deep into Zephyr’s eyes as her own were positively glowing. “I’d never looked at my daughter like that before. You wanna take my baby girl in all the naughtiest ways, don’t you?”

Now, It was Zephyr’s turn to blush. His previous worries echoed through his head with a vengeance. Have I forgotten anything? he’d wondered. Of course he had! He hadn’t even considered that Dash would have affected anything. “I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Dash Mom.”

“Windy Whistles,” she smiled, and continued in the brightest voice he’d ever heard. “I mean, you wanna hold my Dashie down and rut her deep in her perky rump until your balls are empty and all you can pant is each other’s names, right?”

Zephyr felt a stirring in his loins, but confusion everywhere else. “And you’re not… mad about any of that?”

“Why would I be mad that any stallion adores my Dashie as much as I do?” Windy said, a bit softer.

“I don’t pretend to know much about parenting,” Or anything, Zephyr finished in his head. “But I don’t think most parents would want somepony, even if they’re as dashing as moi, thinking about their daughter in that way. The fact that I’m even the one saying this feels a bit weird actually,”

Windy giggled; It was a bubbly sound. “Zephyr Breeze, you’re being a silly. I don’t know anything about potions, but I can feel you, remember? I can feel that you’d never hurt her. Never make her cry. Never force her. All I feel is your need, and the messy, gooey way any warm blooded stallion’s mind wanders. I’d expect my Dashie to inspire no less. It just so happens you want to shove her face in a pillow and be milked by her pussy.”

The words sent a shiver through his body. Milked? The thought of being crushed down by the muscles in Rainbow’s thighs and forced to surrender his load flashed through his mind for a second.

Windy shifted up the bed. Just an inch. “That’s why I came up. To say thank you,”

“T-to say… what now?” Zephyr confusedly tilted his head.

“Thank you,” she said again, voice slightly lower.

Zephyr’s heart started to quicken. “Listen, don’t go imagining that I’m being unappreciative here, because I’m not, but I did kinda just wake up. I don’t think I’m all there quite yet. You know, mentally? Dash’s mom is in my bedroom. I happen to sleep nude, and I’m a little nervous right now. Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow with the others? When I’m more properly awake, you know?”

Windy mulled it over, but eventually smiled warmly and rose. “Sure thing,” She adjusted the hem of her jeans and her wrinkled orange jumper. She looked at him for an extra second, there was something slightly sad in her eyes, then she started heading for the door. Zephyr watched her leave, then immediately rolled towards the far wall, his thoughts racing.

Something definitely went wrong. A weak voice in his head squeaked. The voice made him sound closer to his sister or parents. High, soft, and timid.

Just relax, brah. A louder, harsher voice replied. The voice was smooth as silk… if the silk was being dragged over gravel, and then doused in affected, brittle confidence. You did everything Zecora said.

B-but Flutters said Zecora was tired. Maybe she messed up the potion. And then we gave it to-

Then it’s the Rhyme’s crime. Not ours.

Shut up… you know it’s our fault. A voice that sounded more like his own cut in. And now everypony knows exactly how we feel about Rainbows.

It’s not like we were subtle about that… The timid voice muttered.

But now they’re all eye fucking her along with me! That thought led right into another. What was going on in Dash’s mind right now?! What had she gone to get? Why had he been such a idiot?

If you’re so shook up, rasped the harsh voice. Then, pray tell, why is your cock so hard right now?

Zephyr cringed into his blanket. It was awful because It was true. Down past his slim waist, the needy ache of his cock cried to him. His hips shifted, almost by themselves, to cause even the tiniest bit of friction between his swollen glans and the cool sheets. To create that feeling of pleasure that pumped sweetly like honey through his member. Zephyr reached out with a shaking hand and gripped himself. Inadequacy spiked as he remembered he was only 8 inches long, tiny for a full grown stallion, but his fantasies soon drowned that out.

Zephyr would lay on his bed, his arms held at his sides by rope, and Rainbow’s ass would smash mercilessly into his waist. Her cunt swallowing his pathetic cock over and over like it was nothing to her, stopping only to drink whatever milk she could wring out of his girth and into her womb, then she’d resume, knowing her juicy snatch was enough to keep him hard and ready as she fucked him into the ground. She didn’t moan, or twitch. She wouldn’t even face him. He would just be a cock to be fucked, and he wouldn’t begrudge her for it.

That’s where Windy had been wrong. He may adore Dash, but he didn’t think in his wildest dreams that he could rut her. Maybe if he could service her, bring her to the heights of pleasure he could only dream of, she would one day forgive him for being such a colossal idiot, not to mention a titanic tool.

“You’re way too harsh on yourself, Breezy.” whispered Windy from behind.

Zephyr didn’t scream, but he completely seized up, stiff like the cock he kept clenched between his fingers. A weight settled down on his bed, right next to his chest.

“You don’t have to stop...” she said. “What were you thinking about?”

“I-is it your business?” Zephyr stammered.

“I guess not but…” Windy made an odd little breathy noise. It was cute. “It feels really nice though,”

Zephyr rolled to see Windy. She looked really really warm. Her once faint blush covered almost all of her face.He figured it out. His horniness was affecting her. Celestia, what could he do? He noticed she had a hand on her chest, her fingers curved ever so slightly inwards, sinking into the breast beneath her jumper. Windy noticed him staring. Her other arm fidgeted.

“Do you… wanna see?” she offered. Her excitable voice sounded unsure for the first time.

Zephyr’s whole body started to tremble. “N-no. Heh… I’m good,”

“You’re sure?” Windy paused. Her face raced with a bunch of different emotions. Shame swam in her eyes, almost swallowed several times by a glazed over lust, and her cheeks curved her mouth into a small smile. Not a smoldering sex fueled smirk, but a smile of quiet support. When her mouth opened, she had to try a few times before the words came out right. “These are the teats Dashie drank from to grow up big and strong,” she said softly, and waited.

Zephyr’s cock swelled against his palm. The medial ring engorged and part of it slid between two his fingers. Windy gasped in perfect unison, as if she’d felt the flesh of his cock herself. Zephyr swallowed. Maybe she had? In a way. He ran his fingers up his length a single time, and was rewarded with the sight of Windy’s fabric coated thighs pressing even tighter together.

He opened his mouth to insist that he was ok, but the words never made it. He just watched, helplessly intrigued.

He wasn’t sure whether it was his look or his emotions that tipped her off, but Windy took Zephyr’s silence as a go ahead. She tugged the cuddly looking jumper over her head. Zephyr partly noticed the small reserve of pudge starting to fill out her gut, and a couple of heavily faded stretch marks,but that was immediately forgotten when his eyes locked onto the twin peaks of her mammaries.

Much of her chest still lay inside the generous cups of her plain white bra. Nestled comfortably like something tender and precious. Something that needed to be handled with care. The thick line of her cleavage was plain for any to see though, even with Windy’s fur starting to mat from sweat, it called out for any with eyes to stare at them. Stare Zephyr did.

Windy reached behind her back and grasped at what Zephyr guessed were her straps. With a snap, the bra loosened around her babies, and when it finally fell away, he was greeted with an unfettered look at the tits of Rainbow’s mommy.

Without her bra squishing them closer together, Zeph was mildly sad to see her cleavage fade slightly. But it was only slight, and each of her round, heavy looking breasts still naturally pressed against each other. Dark, puffy looking nipples, twice as big and thrice as thick as his own, regarded him from the summit of both mounds. Zephyr stared almost mindlessly. Windy’s chest rose and fell, making her boobs sway just slightly. Windy murmured. It was only then Zephyr noticed how close he’d gotten, and he exhaled a breath he’d been holding directly onto Windy’s chest. Windy started to squirm. Then her hands gripped the sheets. Each massive nipple, at first, grew goose bumpy around the edges, then their centres stiffened and grew outwards. He imagined it was her body reaching for his lips. So, Dashie had drunk from these babies as a baby… Zephyr had never really seen breasts before. Only those he’d snuck a glance at in pictures. He’d just sort of assumed that most were these big, doughy blobs compared to Dash’s perfectly perky and efficient pair. Big enough to be feminine, but small enough not to hinder her. He wasn’t exactly wrong, looking at Windy, and yet… the way they’d rippled when her bra had been pried off. The slight wobble every time she breathed deeply. Their size and hardness of her nipples. He… liked it. He really really liked it.

He heard Windy gasp. Her hand gripped the back of his head with sudden urgency, and forced his muzzle to sink into one of her tits. He instinctively wrapped his lips around the nipple being offered and started to suckle. At first he knew he was being tentative, but as he let his body do as it wanted, he felt his tongue eagerly grinding against her teat in no time. There wasn’t much to taste, but the action of doing it was calming, almost meditative, and deeply nostalgic, tickling memories from when he was a little child. No milk rose to coat his tongue this time, but he got to drink in Windy’s stunned cooing instead. Her body wriggled in place, no doubt trying to get used to the feeling an unknown boy nursing her. Her hand ran affectionately through his mane...

“Oh Celestia!” she squealed, which made Zephyr cast his eyes up. Windy wore a great big toothy grin. “It’s never this nice when hubby does it. You’re unbelievable!” That fresh note of pride made his tongue lash at her fat nipple like it was the tastiest lolly in the world. Very quickly, Windy’s smile upgraded to an open mouthed pant.

Beneath the sheets, Zephyr’s hand moved to resume jerking off. It’s not like he had anything else to lose, and he was growing so hard it almost hurt. On his way, he met another hand, one that took his own and placed it to the side. He looked up at Windy. He didn’t have to imagine how much desperate lust she would be able to see in his eyes. It was probably a near mirror image of what was shining in Windy’s own. She just smiled that supportive smile, and a hand so soft he could hardly keep from biting down closed around his cock.

A single deep stroke that caressed him from base to tip revealed his length to her. His eyes lowered sadly. Her fingers only gripped him tighter.. “You have nothing to feel inadequate about, Zephy. You could easily make Dashie act like a bitch in heat with this bad boy.”

Hope, warm like the sun, brightened Zephyr’s heart, and his lips reluctantly left Windy’s breast. “You’re just saying that,”

Windy shot him a mock scowl, and pulled his blanket off. Finally freed, his masculine scent hit both their noises with full force. Zephyr cringed, he hated his strong musk. Windy’s eyes widened appreciatively. She bounced down the bed, her belly and chest rippling merrily every hop of the way, and plopped herself between his legs. “Windy only whistles the truth, hun. The man makes the cock, and I can feel first hand that you are an excellent man,” Windy started to pump his cock up and down in earnest. Zephyr tried to argue, but he only heard a groan leave his throat. Windy giggled. “Hubby loves my handjobs. So you just lie there and listen.”

Zephyr nodded meekly and spent a few seconds humping into Windy’s palm. It was hard to comprehend anything else.

“That’s it,” she said soothingly. Her ministrations eased up slightly, enough to return his thoughts to him, but still continued insistently, clearly telling him that she could quicken the pace again at any time. “I came up to thank you for seeing so much in our baby, but there’s something else. Our family believes that everypony should get to be happy and confident. Lately, Dashie’s told us that, maybe, it’s a thing we go a teensy bit overboard with. We’re… slightly annoying,”

Zephyr raised his eyebrow. This adorable mare? Annoying?

“I’m really trying to be better, but it’s so hard.” Windy continued. Her tongue tripped ever so slightly over the word ‘hard’, and Zephyr felt her fingers knead his length almost absently. “Especially when I see somepony who doesn’t believe in themselves. Somepony… like you,”

Zephyr tried to laugh. “I believe in myself plenty, Dash mom,”

Windy just pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then why don’t I feel it?”

Zephyr’s breath hitched. Zecora's potion had really been something else. A near total stranger had read him effortlessly like an open book. Not even one of those wordy smart people books. An open book for elementary school students!

Windy looked at him, and something else arose in his mind. A pain, one he logically knew existed only in his head, cut through his chest, a distressing contrast with the euphoria rising in his cock. Despite feeling so ridiculously horny - if his own twitching hips were any indication - Windy Whistles could also feel his insecurities, his fears, his longing for the clouds to open up and swallow him. Those fears were surely her fears now. As surely as his lust was making her body hunger for a good hard fuck.

Zephyr couldn’t believe how much of a mistake the potion had been. He hadn’t meant to taint anypony else with his bullshit. He had to get out and fix this. Maybe Zecora could…why did his cock suddenly feel so warm?

His looked down just in time to see his member vanish into Windy’s mouth with a loud slurp.

“Fuck!” Zephyr arched his back and screamed, slamming his head into the pillow. Windy’s eyes sparkled with a playfully mocking glint. One that sent a clear message: ‘You brought this on yourself.’ She let her eyes drift shut, and her focus turned to languidly bobbing into his lap.

Zephyr tried to keep his thoughts in order, but it was hopeless. His senses each took a turn at screaming every step of Windy’s way along his cock. The feeling of her strong tongue tasting his flared cockhead, lathering every inch she could touch with warm, sticky saliva, her lips slowly running over his flesh, the sight of his own cock glistening wetly in the lamplight, and the sound of Windy’s little suckling noises when she bobbed down and her cheeks bulged with his meat again. His poor little virgin mind wasn’t primed for anything Windy was doing. He yelped again when his balls surrendered a few globs of musky pre. Windy’s tongue stopped to trace the slit of his cock, savouring the taste like she’d been waiting for it, before Windy greedily gulped it down.

He felt more than he heard Windy moaning around his cock. His entire body shivered at the delicious vibration. He saw her body lurch forward, leaving her thick rear stuck in the air, and her face cramming every inch of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Zephyr brightened. He was actually big enough to breach a girl’s throat? He’d always feared he would be too small for that.

Windy opened one eye. The grin in her gaze was plain to see, even with her mouth preoccupied. Her lips clung to the absolute base of his pole, while her throat started to rhythmically squeeze and constrict around the throbbing inches that had become lodged past the end of her mouth. Zephyr could feel the tight seal caressing his flared head, until more pre was pumped directly from his balls and into her belly. He heard thick, messy, guttural sounds, like controlled gags, bubbling from her throat.

On top of Zephyr’s mountainous throne of pleasure, a single musing managed to survive the rout Windy’s mouth was causing to his brain.

Dash. Windy. At this rate… Zeph loved this fucking family.

Familiar pressure started brewing inside his cock before long. Zephyr rolled his hips and lifted them off the bed. Just to force feed Windy that little bit more before he came. She didn’t seem to care. Her other eye opened and stared at him proudly. Without stopping, one of her hands trailed down her body, sketching around the curve of her tits, over her belly, and grasped the waist of her jeans. She slid them down, and her rounded rump cheeks popped up into the air. They looked so much bigger with nothing covering them, but her hand continued on and buried into her cunt, no less than three fingers being lost to her folds. Instantly, Windy’s face clouded over, no doubt overwhelmed by the sensations wracking her loins. She still stared into his eyes. Her gaze had grown desperate, but the haze of lust couldn’t dampen her sweetness. She still looked at him like he was the best person she’d ever met.

Was he? Was he really a good boy? Could he be a good boy if he busted a nut inside Dash’s mom? It was so hard to judge himself when a mare like Windy was staring at him so proudly. When her throat hugged his cock and cheered it on towards explosion. Yes. He was a good boy. A good boy who felt good and was about to feed this sexy mommy a good, creamy load.

The sudden squeal Windy loosed around his cock was almost enough to tip him over the edge.

Then, Windy pried herself from his cock and lunged forward. Her weight crushed him down into the mattress. Her heavy tits squished against his chest, and her rock hard nipples ground pleasantly into Zephyr’s own.

“Oh wow, sweetie,” Windy growled hungrily. “I can feel you starting to love yourself! It's so good in my tummy! I don’t really know what’s happening, but It’s like it’s making you more and more sexy to look at. I can’t stop staring! I can't stop-!” She cut off with a breathy squeak. She took her still slick fingers from her pussy and rubbed the fluids into her stomach. The feminine smell made Zephyr throb. “I love it, Zephy! I love what Zecora's made! ”

Zephyr hadn’t even processed her words, when Windy gripped the young stallion in her soft, fluffy arms, and smacked their lips together. A kiss both wet and fierce, Windy's tongue wrestled his as it forced its way between his teeth. He could taste his own musky pre inside her mouth. It tasted good, and he kissed back just as hard as Windy did, much to her fevered, groaning delight. His cock burned from being denied release, but he’d felt Windy’s ass cozying up to his member as she straddled him, and his hips started to thrust up deeply into her cheeks. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough to bring him back to the edge. She smiled her supportive smile again, only now her eyes were half lidded, and the sweetness was openly mixed with her lust, twisting a sincere expression into something sexy and perverse. She slid back slightly, capturing his cock between her pudgy buns. She no longer needed to hold back, he realized. He was good enough now to cut loose with. He felt his ego swell.

“Hubby needs to see how you look now,” she said. She touched their noses together and panted. “I bet he’d love this. He could make us both scream like filthy sluts.”

Zephyr had no idea what she was talking about, but he knew he wanted it, whatever it was. All doubts that anything could feel less than perfect were long extinguished from his mind.

This potion was the best idea ever! He thought, as pre squirted between Windy’s soft, jiggly cheeks.