This Night'll be a Breeze

Fluttershy woke in heat and darkness. She screamed. Liquid flame burned through her veins, carried deeper and faster by her racing, terrified heart. It jolted her awake, her skin growing intensely warm. If she dared to rest, there was a real fear she might erupt into flames. The darkness in the living room blinded her, and she could feel sweat was leaking out from her... everywhere! Beneath that, her blood boiled, and her mind was assaulted by pain.

A rumbling in her gut caught her mind’s eye. She felt like a kiln inside, or a furnace. Some container of dangerously high levels of heat. She knew it was Zecora’s magic doing this to her, and the thought brought about a cold shudder that was immediately obliterated by the heat. Had something gone wrong? Why would her zebra friend do this? A piece of the magic rose from her tummy, like a squid’s tentacle, and raised itself up into her brain. The protuberance probed the wrinkles of her mind, then buried itself between its folds. Pain stabbed at her, and her hand tried to grab it, but the entire thing was going on inside her, and all she got was a handful of fine pink hairs. The tentacle undulated, and what she could only imagine as a fluid started dripping down into her mind. A thick fluid full of images and feelings.

Flutters gasped. Through the icky, pulsing feeling, she felt love. Strong, wonderful shimmering love. Love towards herself, and her family. It ran into her own to create an overflowing pool of affection that doused the fire in her blood ever so slightly. Tears threatened to come to her eyes. She was feeling Zephyr’s love. He cared about her so much. He wanted her to be happy and successful in anything she could dream of. The feeling wasn’t articulated. No specific words or feelings came with it, but it ran deep and shone like an uncut gem, or the flower on a wild, unkempt plant. Clearly, his mind wasn’t always focused on expressing it, but it remained far down inside his heart, where nothing could touch it. Same with her mother, and her father.

Certain other emotions grew into focus that made her blush. The pain gave way to something else. Images of things… naughty things… were trickling into her brain. The feeling of love bled into images of a cyan mare. Rainbow Dash. Affection lingered for her too, but it was soaked in a vat of sensations that made Flutters bite her lip. In her mind she was naked (Fluttershy tried to avert her eyes, but the image followed) and smirking a smug, satisfied smile that looked so comfortable on her. She spread her legs, and her strong thighs framed a delicate flower glistening with nectar. Fluttershy stared at it, begging RD to close her legs. Begging RD not to, like a bad girl. Beneath Fluttershy’s rough woven jumper, beneath her flower print bra, she could feel her nipples tingling. Blood swam through them, and they engorged into swollen, rock hard nubs. More sweat poured from her… and something that was definitely not sweat poured between her legs. Fluttershy screamed again. She screamed as she quickly threw her top over her shoulders. She howled as she heard her bra strap snap between her fingers. She hissed when her fingers sank into her puffy tits. The slightly cool air brushed them as the bra fell away. It felt like a dozen fingers were groping her. Her chest was always so sensitive. They were large, round, and impossible to ignore even when she hoped so badly that other ponies would. Bigger than any of her friends, she felt them jiggle with her every breath.

Thoughts of Zephyr came next. She had assumed it would be images of self loathing, the fact that was her assumption alone made her feel sad, but he looked good. He looked, dare she admit it, not unsexy.

A scandalous image from her past came to mind. Years ago, she had once walked in on Zephyr in his room to call him down for dinner. It had been… alone time for him. The sight of her brother caressing his most private area and panting up a storm had forever been burned into her brain. She even remembered how sticky it looked, and the slick sound of his fingers sliding up and down it. She’d been embarrassed and disgusted at the time. She still was, she told herself. She was also disgusted that she suddenly wanted to see it again. To watch it grow from a shy little thing into the dominant monster she had one time seen before her bulging, doeish eyes. Zephyr had a very high opinion of himself now, it seemed.

It suits him… Fluttershy thought to herself. She covered her nipples with her fingers. The sensation was… nice. Her lips clenched together.

“Zephyr,” a quiet voice whispered. Fluttershy looked towards it quickly. The dark outline of a person lay on the couch next to her. Her dad had gone somewhere, but she recognized the bun-like shapes of her mother’s mane, even if her sleep had left them askew and frayed. “Dearie...” she continued to mumble. Her voice was a bit stronger… and more strained. “Please,”

Fluttershy realized with a start what she was seeing. Her mother had drank the tea as well…

“Mom,” she whispered, shaking her mother’s shoulder. The shadowy mare stirred with a tiny yelp.

“Fluttershy?” her mother’s miniscule voice croaked out. She sounded almost out of breath.

“I’m here. Just lie down. I’ll get us something nice and cold to drink,” Fluttershy tried to stand, but her mother’s hand shot to hers and held on. Her grip wasn’t tight, but it was insistent enough to keep Fluttershy seated.

“What’s happening?” her mother asked, confused.

Fluttershy flushed, aware of the thoughts still being injected into her head. “Zephyr’s tea. We’re kinda feeling exactly what he feels… I think.”

“O-oh…” was all she could say. Flutters sympathized. “Where’s your dad?”

A very faint noise sounded from above them. Fluttershy strained your ears. Her stomach boiled and the heat under her skin flared. She could swear it was the sound of a bed squeaking. “N-no idea,” she said. “Are you feeling ok?”

“I’ll be fine. It’s just… our little Zephy…” her mom stammered. The grip on Fluttershy’s shoulder trembled.

“He’s grown…” Fluttershy finished softly. A bottomless Zephyr popped into her mind.

“So much,” said her mother in matching cotton tones. “This is Zephyr? Is this all colts think about?”

Fluttershy twitched. Was she really about to get into a discussion about this? With her mom? “It might be,”

“Your dad would sometimes give me these looks… I h-had no idea,”

Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut. “Mom, please,”

“I’m sorry,” she said very sheepishly. “It’s just so hot.” She abruptly squeaked. “I mean I’m so hot,”

“Me too. Just stay here. I’ll get us something,” Flutters tried to move, but her mother’s weak grip still felt like a lead weight. Her chest wobbled as she flopped back down on the sofa.

“Are you… topless?” her mother said. She sounded scandalized, and shame skittered across her brain.

Fluttershy felt her body collapse in on itself, trying to take up as little space as possible. Her arms crossed over her chest. The soft flesh tried to spill over them. “Uh huh. It’s warm,” was all managed to say.

“Oh… I could never dream of doing that.”

“I wasn’t thinking...” Fluttershy said quietly. She was aware of her mother squirming next to her. A long moment passed where neither mare could think of what to say. Fluttershy’s nipples pulsed against her arm and her lower areas shivered from jolts of pleasure. She wondered if Zephyr would like them. He normally seemed to prefer flatter chests, but images of rounder, fluffier tits started to squirt inside her head as well. As did unignorable desires. A want to nuzzle and suckle and grope at boobs like… her mom's.

The weight of eyes suddenly fell on her, and she caught her mom’s shadow out of the corner of her eye. Their chests rose and fell in matching pants, and the lewd urges continued to flood her brain. Even in the darkness, the curve of her mother’s chest was noticeable. Even hidden away behind a looser sweater than even Shy liked to wear, it swelled out larger than her own. The stupid thoughts of a hopelessly horny brother battered at her will, and words squeaked from her throat before she even realized she’d said them: “But If you’re f-f-feeling h-hot, you can't-take yours off too,”

Her words registered seconds later, and Fluttershy started to stammer an apology. Her mother’s soft voice cut in: “I’m too nervous,”

Words again left in an automatic rush, something she hoped would stop soon. “I can do it,”

Her mother considered and, quicker than Shy expected, the mare leaned back and opened herself, resting her arms at her sides. Fluttershy tried to stop, but she instead leant over and took the hem of the jumper between her fingers. Very slowly she raised the garment, and the lightly coloured belly underneath gradually came into view. It slid over a shapely pair of hips, proudly flared and impressively wide. They were true mother’s hips, and Shy was aware that her own were only slightly narrower.

Up and up her top traveled, until it was almost caught on the swell of her mounds. Shy tugged once, fabric rustled, and the large cups of a bra popped into view, causing her mother to throw a hand across her own eyes. Fluttershy’s secret garden pulsed with fresh morning dew. and the desire to see what was obscured by darkness made her ache.

“Feel better?” Flutters tried to ask reassuringly. Her mother jittered and couldn’t seem to decide between shaking or nodding her head. Fluttershy’s throat felt dry, but she heard herself speak again. “M-maybe losing the bra will help,”

“Really?” A lost and, surprisingly only slightly confused voice said back.

“Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy hesitated on moving her hands towards the bra. “I need light...”

She was met with silence.

Fluttershy leaned over and tapped the lamp on the table next to the coach. Warm, orange light fell upon their curves, casting thick shadows, and the two mares finally saw each other. Mrs Shy initially squirmed in place, her pretty face frozen in a mask of fearful lust. Her daughter’s weight kept her lightly pinned while she writhed. Their manes were in total disarray, not that either one cared. Mrs Shy’s panicked eyes quickly found comfort on her daughter’s breasts. The effect was like falling into a spider’s web, and she found herself helplessly staring at them. Fear melted away into fascination and the mounds’ calming effects carried on through the rest of her body.

“Honey… you’re big,” her mother said finally.

Self conscious fear shot Fluttershy’s hands to her chest, but a nasty little twinge of pride burrowed in her brain, and they stopped short. Her middle finger just barely brushed against a nipple. The hyper sensitive bud pulsed and she let out a breathy groan for her mother to hear, and her fingers closed around her nipples instead, tugging them enough to make her grit her teeth. The feeling was electric, naughty. Especially with her mother looking on, a blush filling her cheeks. A wet patch was growing noticeable where Fluttershy sat.

Fluttershy focused on the frilly beige trim of her mother’s bra. Mammaries once swollen with milk squished together before her eyes. She could almost see the heart beneath, pounding up against its ribcage, creating a tiny rhythmic jiggle. Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut and worked her hands around her mother’s back, needing to lean her head closer and closer towards her chest to do so. Silky strands of hair fell into and tickled her mom’s cleavage, bringing out very quiet gasps until she covered her own mouth. Flutters’ hands shook, but the clasp finally parted between her fingers, and she cast the bra off and to the side.

Her eyes widened at the doughy pair of tits that settled in front of her. Not quite as perky as her own, their size was nearly an entire cup larger. Double d’s, perhaps even larger, and topped with thick teats. They stiffened instantly under her gaze, much to her mother’s whimpering dismay.

“I can’t. Please,” she said into her palm. Flutters wasn’t sure who her mother was talking to, but she moved further up her body and gave her the tightest hug she could. Their chests squished together as they sank against each other. Fluttershy’s nipples vanished into the vast trap of warm flesh, a pillowy heaven, and she felt her lips curl into a giddy smile. She wasn’t used to feeling so small next to another mare. Her mother’s hands grasped her waist tightly, and for several delicious moments their tits embraced. Then she whispered again. “I’ve never done this before,”

Fluttershy paused and stared. Her mother looked back. Nipples throbbed almost timidly against tender skin. “Mom?”

“Yes?” Mrs Shy gnawed on her lip.

“What haven’t you done before?”

Her eyes lowered and she tried to force a smile.“Oh! Uh, n-nothing. Just, um, talking to myself, dear,”

“Mom,” Fluttershy said firmly. The mare visibly wilted under her assertive voice.

“I-I… I, h-haven’t e-e-ever…”

“Let it come,” Fluttershy said gently. Her hands rubbed her mother’s shoulders.

“Ohhhh, I haven’t ever had sex!” her mother gasped in a rush.

Fluttershy stared. Her ears swiveled to make sure they were still working. “Huh-?”

“I’ve never had sex,” She said, covering her eyes again.

Fluttershy had to stop her hand from rooting around inside her ear, in an attempt to try and unclog it.“But… Zephyr and me…”

“You’re ours,” Mrs Shy said quickly.

“Um… Mom. Do you know what sex is?”

“I’m not dumb, Fluttershy,” there was the slightest ghost of a snap beneath the fear in her voice, barely audible. “Years ago, it was on our honeymoon, and your father and I both knew we wanted a child. We wanted… you. We both knew what we needed to do, but then we sat there for h-hours before your father made the first move. He showed me his… thing,” she gulped. “This massive, meaty thing. I just lay there, cowering under the covers, watching it grow harder and harder… and thicker. He came so close to me, wearing the same beautiful smile he always does, and told me it was because of me that it was getting so big. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Off his scary thing. I just couldn’t. I s-seized up, and your father, bless him so much, he said it was ok. He never brought it up again, and I eventually went to the doctor’s to magically inseminate myself.” Her expression drooped. “Your poor father. He’s probably wanted to do it with me so much…”

Fluttershy drew a deep breath and straightened as she collected herself. “It’s not too late,”

“But I just can’t,” her mother squirmed.

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow and looked around at their current predicament, naked, sweaty tits on proud display, and girly juices flowing out from both of their skirts.

Mrs Shy caught the look and tried to shrink away into the coach’s folds. “This is your brother’s fault,” she squeaked.

“I know,” Flutters replied. “But thinking of dad’s thing doesn’t feel so scary anymore, does it?”

“I… don’t… n-no. No, it doesn’t.”

Fluttershy reached behind her and started to peel off their skirts and panties. Her mother didn’t resist. She even raised her considerable hips into the air to help her panties slide away. The fuzz around her slit looked well maintained and tidily short. Fluttershy’s bunched into a furry crown. Like a lion’s mane, Fluttershy liked to call it. Said mane was visibly drenched in her juices, and her mother’s was no different.

“It’s n-natural to feel this way, Mom,” she whispered, and lowered a single finger. The soft appendage slowly traced the side of her mother’s pussy, a single fat lip. The older mare started panting long before it flicked her waiting clit, and her body started seeking out her daughter’s hand with deep rolls of her hips. Fluttershy watched her mother’s instincts take over, and obliged the needy mound by petting her clit firmly, rubbing it back and forth. Each stroke brought her finger closer and closer to sinking into the squishy folds below. Warm juices soaked her hand, and her voice poured out in a thick, distracted tone. “We’re animals. We were built to feel like this. Even shy mares like us can’t help it.” Her finger curled, and sank deep inside the honeypot.

Her mother mewled like a tiny puppy. A puppy feeling its first heat. Its first time being flooded by the craving to be held down and rutted.

The tone of her own distant words hit Shy’s brain like a cinder block, and it was as if the lewd thoughts that had been holding back her sheepishness were scattered. Guilt showered down on her. Pink hair swayed back and forth while she tried to cast the treacherous thoughts from her head. Her hand left her mother’s crotch like it was suddenly made of molten lava. The heat throbbing off of it wasn’t far off that mark, all things considered.

“I’m so sorry, mommy,” she said quickly. “My mind went off on its own or something,”

“No!” her mother cut her off, her voice ladened with a desperate need almost nearer to a physical pain. Instantly, her features vanished into her own hands again, as if she couldn’t bare to let her daughter see the look on her face, and her muffled voice continued: “D-don’t stop!” Her thick legs spread apart and she presented herself as absolutely as she could, her cunt spread wide. The tender pinkness within twitched rapidly.

The sound rocked Fluttershy’s ears, then her brain. She looked down on her horny mess of a mother, smelled her womanly scent, and what fear she’d been feeling vanished into a haze of attraction. Her mother looked so sexy it wasn’t fair, and for a brief moment she pitied that they had no cock with them. She wanted to see who’s tits could milk a thick load over them the fastest, and who could make the sexiest sounds slurping the gooey mess off the other’s chest.

‘No! That’s what Zephyr wants.’ An exasperated voice inside her sighed. It was a struggle to separate his thoughts from her own.

There was no ignoring what her body wanted though, and the couch cushions ruffled noisily as she lay down next to her mother, cuddling up to the cowering mare. She petted her mother’s mane buns, finally causing them to unravel, and her mom’s gorgeously silky mane to fall out of shape. It collapsed into a messy, curvy cascade that reached her shoulders. Fluttershy’s other fingers returned to her mother’s wet and welcoming embrace. One of them slipped inside her tunnel, still surprisingly tight for the two time mother. She held her mother close to her chest when the whimpering began, and closed her eyes, humping her finger in and out of her mother with a gentle firmness. She smiled when her mother’s groin started rising to meet her thrusts, and the tunnel hugged desperately to Fluttershy’s fingers.

Her own pussy wanted attention. She pushed closer to her mom, throwing her leg around hers, and her clitty found the pronounced curve of her mother’s hip to grind against. Her mother’s twitchy humps made it rub up and down her child’s juicy slit. It was enough to make her thighs clench down and soak even more of her mother’s coat, but she ached for more. Her cunt wanted her brother, and Celestia take pity on her for wanting such a disgusting, naughty, wonderful thing.

Her mother made confused, almost childish, sounds, as a warmness wrapped around one of Shy’s nipples. She looked down with a gasp to find her mother, hair fallen over her eyes, her thick lips wrapped around one of her daughters teats, suckling slowly. A contented hum filled Mrs Shy’s throat, and her weak hand held onto the soft fur of Flutters’ stomach. Fluttershy could feel every unpracticed lick, every instinctual puckering of her mom’s lips, and the warmth inside only burned deeper.

“M-mom,” she struggled to say.

Her mother looked up, and the eyes Fluttershy saw were no longer a mother’s eyes, at least not at that moment. She saw the wide, comprehending eyes of a child who knew she was doing something naughty, but wasn’t sure how she could make it right. Her loving mother with eyes filled with countless stories of years passed, untold experiences, and she was still a child when it came to having her cunny filled and her mind bulging with pleasure.The entire sensation of being nursed so carefully gave Shy dangerous maternal pangs, and she briefly felt a very real regret at not being able to create milk for her mommy to drink. The wrongness of that vivid thought only made Flutters want it more, and her fingers grabbed more of her mother’s locks. The mare only made slobbering, hungry noises, until her eyes shut tight with a sweet moan when Shy sank another finger into her virgin honeybox. Her hips rose higher, trying to swallow more of the fingers plumbing her depths. Her developed body knew what to do, even if her mind was a mess.

Fluttershy knew the stereotype that her friends liked to throw around. ‘It’s always the quiet ones who are the kinkiest.’ they would say with knowing smirks, never meaning harm, but always being sure to mention it during sleepovers when the subject inevitably drifted to such matters in all their childish lewdness. Shy had always taken a petty pride in subverting that. She only ever masturbated when alone and mostly only using her pillow, like any healthy mare. She wasn’t a shy wimp when it came to sex, but she wasn’t a perverted demon either.

Now, lying in her parent’s home, naked as the day she was born, nursing her own mother, while fucking her cunny hard on that same mother’s foal bearing hips and wishing for her brother’s cock to take her right there, she could all but see the validated looks on her friends’ faces. She was also aware that her hips were starting to pick up the pace just thinking about it. She trembled, and she let out a guilty, but satisfied sigh. She was close.

Her mother’s teeth were starting to play around her bulging nipples, nibbling them softly. It was what Flutters needed to throw her over the edge completely. Her toes clenched so hard they hurt, and she instinctively sank her fingers deep into her mother’s cunt. Liquid squelched messily around her knuckles, and the walls started to convulse. Perhaps for the first time ever. Flutters felt oddly proud as her own hips started to buck.

Mrs Shy snapped her head up and tried to scream, her body falling under the thrall of her virgin release and tensing. Her hands grabbed large handfuls of her chest, mindlessly trying to squeeze as much fresh pleasure out of her body as possible. Fluttershy rammed her head back into her cleavage, and they rode out the orgasm as one, both squealing and squirting what felt like jets of arousal that made a mess of their coats and the coach beneath them. They came down in a panting heap. Her mother clung on tight, her tongue finding its way to her daughter’s puffy breasts again, and Shy’s free hand comforted her in turn. Her mane was as soft as Shy’s legs were feeling, as the fire in her mercilessly welled anew.

‘Good girl’, Fluttershy thought. She wasn’t sure if she’d said it out loud. She hoped not, it was too wrong how right it felt...