This Night'll be a Breeze

“Wonderbolt outfits are the fucking sex,” Rainbow whispered to herself as she slowly spread her legs in front of the full length dress mirror.

She’d always appreciated the way her lycra uniform clung to every inch of her body. The Wonderbolts were cool, and what better thing to be embraced by in every way than the symbol, the essence, of that coolness? She stared at the puffy mound of her pussy, its every line clearly drawn by the pressure of the fabric, and the fresh moisture dripping out of her that it was drinking up. Her inner thighs tingled and twitched, wanting to hide her vulnerable flower behind their thick muscle. Dash forced them to stay apart, which brought forth new trickles of arousal to stain her suit. ‘Embraced’ was really the key word for her current feelings. If her outfit usually felt like the tight hug of an awesome friend, then currently it was more like the teasing caress of a fuckbuddy, who knew exactly where to touch to make her pussy all warm and juicy. Fabric tickled the hood of her clit, pinched her nipples, and hugged her ass as it flexed hotly.

She wanted to resent how needy she was feeling. Resent the blistering emptiness that ached for a filling of some kind to stretch her walls. Resent the loathsome tint fastened across her eyes that twisted her humble self image into lustful obsession. But feelings not her own pulsed from the unnatural gurgle in her gut. Tendrils of Zecora’s magic incessantly coiled around her brain and tickled her lobes. They told her she was feeling good..

Each magical tentacle spewed a thick, gripping heat across her brain, a heat meaty enough to boil her mind alive. A part of her clung desperately to normal thoughts, like how Fluttershy was feeling that morning, or when Spitfire had announced more bolts practice would be taking place, but each moment melted as she tried to keep a grip on them. They were soft to the touch. Quick to lose their shape and slough through her fingers like goo under the heat of the hormonal miasma. All of it slopped into a puddle smelling only of liquid sex. She could almost feel it bubbling between her fingers. She looked down, and found her fingers were absently petting her cunt. She tried to stop them, but her powerful thighs closed around them like she was a fucking venus fly trap and forced her hand deeper into her folds. Her hips pushed forward for more.

The induced horniness had been infecting her head for ages. Stupid Zephyr! Stupid colts always thinking with dicks.

Their big… meaty… tasty dicks, Rainbow thought, assaulted by mental images that definitely weren’t hers. Her fingers could only sink so far into her hot box before her uniform pulled taught and said ‘nope’ to her trembling fingers. Rainbow’s breath shuddered and she relocated her fingers to her clit. The sweet friction against her nub was addicting.

A tendril of Zecora’s magic started to stir, something Rainbow was all too acutely aware of. She flinched as she sensed its approach to the edges of her brain, but nothing could stop it. She flinched again when it teased the membrane surrounding her thoughts. The invisible barrier that separated her private beliefs from the world, unless they traveled out to it via her mouth. With slimy ease, the force pierced her head and hilted itself deep inside her mind. With it’s wet, slithering texture, it should’ve felt cold, but a comforting heat ebbed off of the magic, soothing Dashie’s head while it was penetrated deeper and deeper. Dashie cooed nervously.

The magic bobbed around, searching for something. A thought, an idea, a want. Something it could unload into with something of Zephyr’s.

As if responding to her thought, the magic found what it was aiming for. It burrowed deeper until it sided right up to Rainbow’s mental image of Zephyr Breeze. That he was a pathetic, often creepy, and charmlessly homely deadbeet. One nonetheless with a good heart even if he still had a long way to go before he became a functioning member of society. Zecora’s magic started to undulate, and something thick squeezed into her brain. It rippled all the way along the magic’s length, flexing against her penetrated walls, and squirted onto the image in sticky globs. With each shot, the image in her mind’s eye blurred, and refocused into something else. She’d first tried to resist when this happened, but by now it was clear; her brain was merely a canvas to be used as the magic willed. What she wanted was for it to decide. A drop of drool escaped Dash’s smiling mouth. At first, the process had just felt detachedly pleasant. This time, with her hand dancing atop her clit and her mind swimming in arousal, it felt perverted and wonderful. Her mind was being fucked, and she spread herself brain cunt wide to accept it.

Squirt. Zephyr looked slightly different now that Dash looked closer. Maybe Zeph wasn’t that bad looking. If he shaved the five o’clock shadow and did something about his mane...

Squirt. Actually… the five o’clock shadow looked kinda rugged and manly. His whole body kinda had this pleasant softness to it that she’d never noticed before. He wouldn’t be the worst person to cuddle. If only he wasn’t so desperate.

Squirt. Desperate? No... he was a fucking man. How had she missed the way confidence practically dripped off of him? That he’d chosen to give his affections to her was an honour. She wanted it. She wanted him to tell her he loved her. Over and over. SHe wanted to be close to him. To protect him with her strength and feel the warmth of his gentle arms.

Squirt. Squirt. She wanted to tear his pants off and bury his cock inside her! Right now! She wanted him to mate her until her body broke, and feel his gooey load swimming inside her every night.

Dashie’s head thumped the floor. She could see the ceiling.Her entire body had spread eagled itself against the ground and her hand felt like a blur, assaulting her poor little pleasure button even without her thighs to hold it in place. She couldn’t believe her own thoughts. She… wanted Zephyr. She wanted him to be inside her. Why did he suddenly look so good? She didn’t want to imagine what she’d do if he walked in on her like this. Her hips started trembling. Her rump left the ground. Spittle flaked her cheeks. She was close. So close.

The bedroom door slammed open and two figures staggered into the room. Rainbow rolled sideways and sank behind the bed, fear and shame overriding her arousal for a brief moment. Her eyes widened when she saw who had interrupted her.

“You can feel it too, right?” smirked the larger of the two. “You must be proud,”

Rainbow watched as her daddy pulled the person in front of him into a playful bearhug. He ran one of his large, calloused hands over their stomach, and Mr Shy gasped timidly.

“Is ‘proud’ really the right word?” Mr Shy sighed. Rainbow’s eyes upgraded to full on saucers as she watched the middle aged pegasus reach out with a trembling hand and grasp her dad’s, pushing it a little bit more into the pudge of his stomach. Just below, Dash thought she saw a bulge tenting his trousers. “When I want to… you know…”

“Fuck your son?” Bow offered, nodding.

“Don’t just say it.” Mr Shy squeaked.

Bow chuckled warmly. “But who wouldn’t want to fuck him, right?”

“They’d be liars,” Shy whispered absently. His eyes looked very far away. “Bow…” he leant his head back and actually nuzzled into Rainbow’s father. “I c-can’t take this,”

Bow leaned in closer, smiling wide. His mouth opened and he closed his teeth around the tip of Mr Shy’s perfectly curled pink moustache. He tugged once.

Blood rushed to Mr Shy’s face. His knees buckled and he sank in Bow’s arms with a mewling sound. Dash’s dad kept him upright through brute force, and continued suckling the soft, almost cotton candy facial hair. He made the shorter stallion look surprisingly light.

“Still so sensitive,” Bow said earnestly. “Your wife must love you,”

Mr Shy didn’t answer. He bit his lips to keep his voice restricted to high pitched grunts.

Bow Hot Hoof lowered his hand to the hem of Shy’s trousers. There could be no mistake, Fluttershy’s dad was packing something rock hard down there. Dash shivered as her fingers found her warm clit again.

“I know we did this for a bit in college,” Bow said in a low voice. “But can I? We are married now…”

Again, Mr Shy didn’t say anything. His eyes stared ahead, but his hand, so soft and small next to Bow’s, reached out and pushed the larger stallion’s down, closer towards his cock. Bow smiled, relieved, and started to grind his palm into Mr Shy’s trousers.

“Hehe, I always loved how fat this guy is,” Bow grinned, squeezing his crotch thoughtfully. “Hmmm. Who do you reckon would scream more taking it: The missus, or Zephyr?”

Mr Shy’s eyes scrunched closed and he whimpered. “You’re such a meanie, Hoofhead.”

“Why don’t you sit down and show him to me,” Bow whispered.

Gently, like Mr Shy was made out of glass, he was placed down on the edge of the bed. His back was facing Rainbow, so she couldn’t see what was going on. Bow lowered to his knees and out of Dash’s eyesight. Metal clinked. The sound of a zipper descending in shaky, unsteady spurts, and Bow sighed happily.

Dashie threw up a gloved hand to keep from gasping at the following sound. She heard her dad’s voice start to moan… and it sounded like his mouth was full. Mr Shy added pants of his own immediately after. High and breathy compared to her daddy’s deep groans. She heard more sounds. Smacks and slurps, like something wet sliding along juicy meat. Dash hated that her fingers started to move faster. Her other hand tweaked her nipple. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. That was the only reason…

Bow’s hands also didn’t remain idle either. One of them reached around and seized a massive handful of Mr Shy’s butt. He used it to drag Mr Shy’s hips forward, and the recieving pegasus squeaked. Rainbow marveled at how deep his fingers sunk into it. Mr Shy had no small amount of chub across his body. He was soft… like Zephyr.

“Bowie…” he breathed. “How can you still do this so well? “

There was a loud slurp followed by a wet pop, and Bow Hot Hoof’s rich laughter filled Dashie’s ears. His fingers continued to grope Shy’s butt. “Trade secret, friend.”

Bow made a greedy sound. Something like a “nom” and Mr Shy squealed at the top of his voice. Even so, Dash doubted the tiny sound would’ve made it down the stairs. Mr Shy’s hands moved to his lap. If Dashie were to guess, they were currently tangled in her daddy’s hair...

Curiosity blazed inside Rainbow’s brain. Some sane part of her wanted to stay away from whatever lewd stuff her dad was doing, but that part was shriveling up smaller and smaller, like each rub along her clit was eroding what remained of her decency bit by bit. She tried moving around, but she couldn’t find a good angle to see what was going on. She found herself pouting. She wanted to see!

Carefully, Dash lowered herself, making sure not to let her uniform squeak any louder than Mr Shy was already, until she lay flat on her belly. The carpet was soft, and her hips absently rose up and down into it. An aching pleasure traveled through her pussy.

Dash shook herself out of it and looked under the bed. The Shy’s clearly didn’t keep much underneath their bed, and she saw a clear path to the other side. Where her dad would be kneeling. Rainbow gnawed at her lip, then started crawling under the bed. There was plenty of room to move, the air only slightly dusty, but she was slow, she needed to ensure her rear didn’t bump off the mattress above. Her uniform ground away insistently. Her nipples had never felt so hard. It was so good.

Above, she heard rustling. The bed springs squeaked and the mattress sagged noticeably all around her. Dash froze. She was so close to the other side. Mr Shy still mewled, though he was greatly muffled by the mattress. She thought he sounded entranced. Content. Chancing the final few inches, Dash poked her muzzle, then her head, out from under the bed.

Her daddy’s cock was there to greet her.

Sliding through the grip of one large hand, Bow’s member was… big. Easily the biggest cock Rainbow had ever seen, outshining even Soarin’s. The bulging mammoth of dark, equine meat barely fit between his sizable fingers. Long, thick and streaked with tasty looking veins, Rainbow couldn’t tear her eyes away, even when her hips started to fuck the carpet again. She didn’t stop them. Smooth balls, sloshing about with unspent cum, dangled heavily below

Then there was the smell. A heady and virile scent crashed against her boiling brain, and Dash’s mouth opened wide, not caring about the drool dripping to the floor beneath. She inhaled deep, and it was like the aroma carried a heat that swam from her snuffling snout down to the tips of her toes and back up into the pulsing bulge of her clit. Hunger growled within her.

Every time the cock retreated into his palm, Dashie found her body leaning out further and further into the open. Every time the cock slid back forwards she had inched closer and closer to it. The inviting wideness of its flared head slowly consumed her entire vision, until she swore it was all she could see.

A voice in her head, about as weak as Mr Shy’s voice now, whispered that she was staring at her dad. That this was wrong.

I-I’m not gonna suck it or nothing! She thought back at the voice. That would be g-gross. I just wanna… look at it. A line of saliva trickled into a small puddle on the ground.

Bow’s moans suddenly became harsher, and she watched his knees begin to wobble. He stumbled, lurching forward a few inches. More than enough to leave his cock draped like a meaty blanket across Rainbow’s unsuspecting face. Bow froze immediately.

For the first time, Rainbow chanced a look up. She shuddered.

Her dad did indeed have his face stuffed with Mr Shy’s cock. Its bulging outline filled his throat and tented the unshaved fuzz around his throat, and Mr Shy had a hand lazily wrapped around one of Bow’s rainbow locks. Bow’s eyes opened and looked down, wide and confused, right into Dash’s own. Dash tried to chuckle, but her throat was suddenly dry. She also couldn’t move.

Bow started to withdraw, making wet gurgling sounds while the inches reluctantly left him. Shy gasped appreciatively. Dash was too distracted by the cock on her face and her dad’s eyes to pay much attention to it, but it looked like Shy had a sizable member as well. Then again, Rainbow had only seen one or two before tonight. Celestia protect her horny brain if the thing pulsing against her cheek was only “average”.

With a pop, the cock was gone from Bow’s mouth, and he must’ve been using the delayed detachment to gather his thoughts, because a warm smile spread across his face. A smile that looked only the slightest bit strained. His voice was similar. “Hey there, Dash… w-when did you get here?”

Mr Shy yelped and his entire body retreated back onto the bed and out of view. “Rainbow’s here?” She heard him whisper, mortified.

“Uh, yeah. She’s just kinda...” Bow scratched the back of his head. “... nevermind.” He addressed Rainbow. “Do you wanna come out?”

Rainbow nodded dumbly and let the cock slide off her face. She avoided eye contact with either of them as she wriggled out from under the bed. She wondered if they were looking at her butt, and she felt her cheeks flush. She hopped to her legs. They felt watery, and not just because her arousal had been trickling down them for eons.

“Wow,” said her dad’s voice. He sounded distracted. “Your boy really wants her, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” she barely heard Mr Shy. “I'm so sorry about this. But that outfit…”

"She's a sexy young woman. Stare away, man. Winners like her enjoy it,"

Rainbow looked over. Her dad was sitting on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t making much of an effort to cover his cock. It was too big to be contained by his hands anyway, and so he let it stand proudly. He was still rock hard. Behind him, Mr Shy had curled up with a pillow, using it to cover his crotch and most of his face. His giant, guilty eyes peered over the top, looking at every part of Dash that was covered in wonderbolt lycra. Bow Hot Hoof noticed, and let out a good natured laugh.

“Shy here is a helpless little perv, Dashie.” He winked. “I’m betting all of them are. Especially that Zephyr,”

Zephyr. Dash clutched her belly. “That jerk’s driving me crazy,” she murmured. The arousal wasn’t abating at all. It still pulsed steadily, dragging her eyes kicking and screaming to constantly steal glances at her own dad’s cock. She still wanted Zephyr’s, but she knew her body would settle for a substitute. Anything to tickle the itch. Or pulverize it into a jibbering mess.

“He’s doing it to all of us,” Bow closed his eyes and murmured. Dash noticed his cock throb, and a droplet of pre threatened to bead at the tip. “I think we’ll need to have a word with Zecora later. Sort this.”

Yeah…” Dash said, barely registering what her dad had said. Her eyes were shackled to that droplet of murky fluid.

“But until then we’re hopeless,”

Yeah…”

“Probably until it wears off…”

“Yeah…”

“Which could be hours from now…”

“Yeah…”

“Hey, slugger?”

“Yeah…”

“You look like you need to get off?”

“Yeah… huh?” Dashie looked up.

Her dad gripped her in a strong hug and tossed her onto the bed with a load squeak of springs. He loomed on top of her and gripped her wrists. Her arms, which she had spent years of her life streaking with cords of toned muscle, couldn’t muster the strength to stop him from pinning them above her head. Her legs harboured no such weakness, but rather than kicking her lustful father away, they snapped shut around his hips, and she forced his cock down into her cunt. It was so big that he carried on past her pussy, sliding into a deep groove between the firmness of her lycra coated abs. His blood pumped hot against the muscles, like he was violating her abs, and it was like her midsection morphed into a fresh new erogenous zone, awash with unfamiliar nerves all being riddled with pleasure for the first time. She suddenly loathed her outfit. It had become a taunting barrier coming between her body and what it needed. She hissed and wriggled, trying in vain to rid herself of it.

“Shh shh shh. Calm down,” her dad said soothingly. He pressed in closer, holding her tight. “I know you want it… I do too, but aren’t we forgetting a certain somepony?”

Rainbow’s heart raced. “Zephyr?” She wondered if his cock would be as big and warm as her dad’s.

“Noo, I think Windy’s giving him a hand,” Bow wiggled his eyebrows. Rainbow tried not to, but thoughts of her mother being pounded by Zephyr tickled her imagination. She was so jealous. “Heh. Yeah, It’s no wonder the kid’s so worked up. But no, we got someone else in need right here.” Bow looked to the side.

Mr Shy was rocking his hips back and forth into his pillow. His eyes were stapled to the scene sprawled out in front of him.

“Lose the pillow, man!” Bow said kindly. “Let Dashie see.”

Mr Shy spluttered nervously, but the arousal painted on his face continued to burn and he finally nodded. He swallowed, and let the pillow fall away.

“Awesome…” Dash said very very softly.

Her dad had described Mr Shy as ‘fat’, and it really was the perfect word. It wasn’t nearly as long as her father’s (who’s tip she could feel leaking against her belly button), but it had girth. A wonderful, bulging, meaty thickness almost as wide as her arm, especially with his medial ring bulging around the midpoint, that looked designed for filling tight holes. His balls were bigger and softer than her dad’s. They looked so full and sensitive. Like they’d been denied their purpose for a long time.

“Come ‘ere,” Bow encouraged, like he was trying to comfort a startled rabbit. Mr Shy silently crawled across the bed. “Now, do you want to fuck Dashie’s throat?”

Rainbow tensed up. Even moreso when Shy actually nodded.

“Knew you would. Okay, but here’s the deal. You need to give my Dashie the time of her life too. You got it?” He waited until Shy nodded again. He appeared far too cowed to fire back with even half hearted words of his own. Bow leaned towards him and continued in a theatrical whisper. “You don’t need to worry though. My little girl’s got a bit of a hair trigger,”

Every speck of her body not covered by her wonderbolt uniform suddenly glowed a bright red. “Daaaaaad” she tried to whine. Bow’s cock fucked her abs and her voice melted into a needy whimper. “I d-do not have a hair trigger!”

Her dad patted her mane consolingly. His masculine hands gripped her legs, and he easily pried them from around his waist and he hopped off of her lap. The lack of a cock in her possession made Dash tremble, but it was swiftly replaced when Mr Shy hovered over her prone body, his girthy member dangling upside down above her face. Mr Shy couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact, but he shimmied forward until his cock was aimed square at her mouth, bobbing enticingly. His sweet musk cast its hooks deep inside her nose, purging all thoughts of retreat from her head, but blind concern still struck Dashie. She wondered would he even fit? He was so big. She looked to her daddy unconsciously. She realized she was hoping for some support.

Bow Hot Hoof looked at her. His eyes shone sympathetically, but he gave her a naughty grin, and he got to his knees next to the both of them. She watched, horny and confused, as his hands darted out playfully. One touched down on her chest, circling the tip of her nipple, the other snaked inside and down the back of Mr Shy’s trousers, pushing them down his legs. My Shy and Dash both quietly gasped at the feelings, but they didn't move. They couldn't.

“Okay,” Bow said firmly. He looked at Dash. “You, open,” he gripped her nipple through her uniform and twisted. Wonderfully bracing pain shattered like a speartip against her chest and wrenched her mouth open in a wide mouthed scream. Bow looked at Mr Shy. “And you, thrust! He curled his finger and slipped it between Shy’s curvy butcheeks. The digit sank right into his hole. His cheeks clenched around it in surprise, but, like an override button had been pressed, Mr Shy humped forward, right towards Rainbow’s vulnerable lips.

The head just barely cleared them, cutting off her scream. The rest pushed into her, making a sticky, slippery sound as it snaked past her tongue, trapping it against the floor of her mouth. Dash's eyes widened for a moment, her heart pounded in fear that her jaw would lock up. The entire sensation was like a desperate fever dream of hot, pulsing meat, just waiting for all of it to sink inevitably into the depths of her unpracticed maw. The sheer mass of the thing clogged her cheeks, but her spittle did all it could to lubricate the cock and aid it on its way down. Her panic faded when she finally comprehended the taste. He was sweaty, but oh Celestia, he was oh so moreish. She felt her throat forced wide open to allow the inches more room to stuff themselves. Her body tried in vain to activate its gag reflex, but there was little it could do against the invading pillar of flesh even if she wanted to. Her throat tried to squeeze around the tasty meat and hold it back for a few moments. Mr Shy made a strangled noise, sounding breathy and pleased, and as if in response his cock throbbed at least half an inch wider in its thickness, a completely involuntary display of dominance, and Dash felt her resistance die immediately. Her throat recoiled its grip like a scolded puppy, and accepted the inches still to come with wide open arms and moist, gurgling groans. Giving in to the monster in her throat made Dashie tingle inside. It was so good. Her throat was soon completely sealed from the air, and when she tried breathing through her nose, she felt the silky curve of Shy's balls slap against her nostrils. Every gulp of much needed air was laced with the pungent ardor of his stench, that forced fresh heat into the inferno deep inside her cunt.

She felt him settle on top of her, slowly humping up and down, her throat being used like a passive sex toy. He was heavy, but she felt strangely comfortable with him squishing her down into the mat. His entire body was soft thanks to his conservative pudginess. Even the hard cock subsuming her throat had a pleasant, almost pliable give to it that let it rest in her mouth easier, despite its unrelenting thickness. She felt his cheek against her inner thighs. Then his tongue. He had to press hard to be felt through the outfit, but she could feel it kissing and caressing its way down towards her slit. Moving with a slowness that could easily be him teasing but that she bet was just shyness. A shaky kiss didn’t quite reach the edge of her lower lips, and she started panting, which only brought more musk to her nose and made her pant even harder.

A shadow crossed over her eyes, and she saw her dad looming above her. His hands gripped My Shy’s rear and spread his cheeks apart. He bent down with a smile and gave Shy’s hole a single, long wet lick. Mr Shy stopped in his tracks. The heat of his breath rolled hard over her crotch. The flare lodged deep inside her throat throbbed. Bow knelt behind his friend and lined his cock with the married man’s rump. He crawled over both of them, and Mr Shy squished between the two Dashes and their harder, hotter frames.

“Just hang in there, Dash,” she heard her father call. His voice dipped to something dripping with desire. “I’m gonna make this dad remember how much of a buttslut he was.”

Below him, Mr Shy squeaked into Dash’s cunt. Bow growled a laugh and started to sink, through gritted teeth, into Mr Shy’s ass. The sound was slick, and he slipped inside easily enough, but the pegasus’ whole body shivered, with his cock exploding into a series of panicked throbs and twitches. Rainbow hummed and suckled comfortingly. Not too hard, but a gentle to and fro bobbing to ease Shy into opening up. His trembling limbs calmed down, and his breath sweetened into a timid moan. Bow hilted himself inside Mr Shy with the quiet thwap of their hips touching. He pushed down a bit harder, which forced the pegasi’s cock deeper into Rainbow. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she clenched them shut. No one would see her cry, especially when the fat thing in her throat felt so fucking incredible.

“That’s a good boy,” Bow said soothingly. “But don’t leave my Dashie out now.”

Mr Shy made a tiny, comprehending noise, and a wet pair of lips closed around Dashie’s clit.

Rainbow’s mind popped into whiteness and her legs instantly wrapped around Mr Shy’s head. Her muscles tightened like a coiled spring, a delicious match to the feeling of pressure growing in her crotch. She humped up, forcing his face down into her. The pegasus kept nursing obediently, seemingly taking his own trapped head as little more than encouragement to work harder. His tongue lashed at her button desperately, eager to please. His mouth slurped noisily and drew out the juices soaked into her uniform, gulping down entire mouthfuls of Rainbow’s arousal.

Bow sighed proudly at Shy’s efforts, and finally started to fuck him at an even pace. Louder thwaps accompanied when their crotches started to hump together. Shy’s pudgy cheeks rippled like warm jelly around Bow’s cock, and his weak voice let out shameful moans that vibrated into Dashie’s clit. Each time Bow withdrew to thrust again, Shy’s hips tried to follow, tried to keep himself filled, pulling him most of the way out of Rainbow’s throat in the process. Being impaled again and again jammed his hips back down to the mat, where the hips of a bitch belonged, repeatedly filling Dashie to gagging point. Rainbow’s noggin was too fried by Shy’s tongue to savour every fat inch, so all her violated throat could do was act as a tight little fuck tunnel. Balls bounced against her nose.

“Good, you two,” Bow hissed while thrusting. He put his hand in Shy’s pale mane and pushed his head down. “Make Dashie scream, you…” Bow’s voice trailed off, lost in the feeling of Mr Shy’s ass. He laid on top of the stallion, nuzzling affectionately into the tangle of Dash’s legs and Shy’s head. He rolled his hips in a circle, spiralling down into Shy’s walls with a drunken sounding murmur. “You… fuck… you s-shlut,”

Shy mumbled an affirmative and swirled his tongue in a matching spiral around Dash’s clit using tight, practiced motions. His tongue easily stimulated every nerve lurking beneath the tight fabric, only stopping so he could sway his hips against Bow’s cock or partake in the torrent of fluids dripping out of Dashie.

Rainbow felt herself getting close. Her body threatened to detonate in a wave shooting from her crotch. Her stomach, not the magic in it infecting her brain, hungered for a load of thick cum (even though she’d never even tasted it before!) and she started wringing Mr Shy’s meat with all her might. Bow’s pumping hips made it hard, forcing Shy and herself further down into the mattress with powerful rump filling thrusts. Orgasm drew closer and closer to being inflicted on her, and her hands grasped around on their own until they found Mr Shy’s balls. She squeezed the ripe things firmly, like she was trying to churn the liquid inside up into his cock.

Shy’s soft body abruptly clenched from his toes to his jaw. His rear squeezed tight, his flare bulged excitedly, and his teeth inadvertently grazed the tip of Dash’s clit. The slightest of tender bites. It was enough to make Dashie’s body explode with a raspy, muffled squeal. Her hips writhed and fucked into his face, working against his muzzle in search of a cock that wasn’t there. Fluids launched from her in jets, only to be caught by her stupid outfit, soaking bone deep into her thighs. Mid-release she was made aware of the constriction of Shy’s balls, a rippling sensation up the cock in her mouth, and a sense of warm fullness emptied right inside her belly with squirt after precious squirt. A breathless sigh of relief oozed out of Mr Shy’s trapped head. She couldn’t taste anything, his tip reached partway to her tummy already, but the edge of the craving in her mind died down.

She heard her Daddy cry out too, and his hips smashed her into the bed. His hands made firm use of Mr Shy’s love handles as his clenching rear pumped in a series of short, shuddering thrusts. His breaths rang ragged and shallow into Shy’s tousled mane, and she knew Mr Shy was enjoying a thick belly full of cream inside him too. Dashie herself was starting to feel like she’d been gorging on a large, three course meal. Her tummy bulged with liquid that wouldn’t stop cumming.

Her dad leaned back, loathe to remove his cock from a warm home clearly, but he did it. White goo caked the hard, manly inches that squelched into view. They looked in need of a good cleaning. Dash’s jaw ached, but she salivated shamelessly at the thought of doing just that.

Bow smiled down at her and ran a finger up his cock as it throbbed back to full mast. Dashie found her cunt glowing hot in anticipation, especially when Shy got back to work with his tongue. His cock had finally stopped oozing its creamy nourishment, and he was quickly back to slipping in and out of her throat, cock rock solid and straining against her cheeks. Rainbow got back to suckling. She could totally handle another course painting her inner gut..

A distant echo of a voice that sounded much like her own wondered how they could possibly remain so hard? How she could still feel so hungry? That something was wrong. How could anyone in Equestria possibly care about any of that though?

At least, that’s what the far louder voice drifting out from Zecora’s magic was telling her, as it simmered and baked her brain with it’s luscious, loving heat.