This Night'll be a Breeze

“Come on, honey! Ha! Just a bit more. Make a mess of mommy’s back!” Windy Whistles chirped.

Air leapt out of Zephyr in deep pants. His tongue swayed in a breeze of boiling breath. Sweat moistened his coat. He knew his mane was a mess. His narrow hips ached and burned, but still they pumped back and forth, all to keep his cock sliding in and out of Windy’s doughy rear cheeks. His fingers dug into her coat and each cheek was wrapped tightly around him, soaking him in gentle warmth. Windy lay on her knees, face pressed into the quilt, and she had her fingers plunged between her legs. From the sounds of her high pitched pants, she was a mare who knew exactly what got her going. Her rear involuntarily clenched and twitched in a way that kneaded Zephyr’s length. He felt pre flow from his tip in a tingling stream, making his thrusts slippery and creating lovely squelchy sounds that relaxed his ears. Now and then he caught himself trying to line up his cock with her hole. Her ring would always threaten to suck him inside, but every time the mare would smirk, wiggle her hips, and Zeph would find his cock sliding back away from it.

“Nuh uh,” she had said with the largest smile he had ever seen. “Your first time should be with someone special, hun. Nevermind an old mare like me,”

Her rounded buns clenched very hard, crushing his cock and moulding to its shape, making a long squirt of pre shot across Windy’s back. Zephyr felt like he’d lost his legs, and almost fell forward across her back. Zephyr stopped himself and smiled. She’s right, he thought. Just focus on feeling good, man.

He opened his mouth, forcing his voice to steady confidence. “How about I take your daughter someday instead. Think she could handle me…” Zephyr hesitated just a second before continuing the fantasy. “... stepmom?”

Windy Whistles giggled. The sound melted into a purr as her fingers danced over one of her sweet spots. “You know what a mother wants to hear,”

Zephyr grinned. “You mean I know what a slutrageous mom who wants to watch her daughter get fucked wants to hear,”

“I can’t help if my baby’s a sexy mare!” Windy whined with a smile.

Zephyr humped very slowly. “You can’t help that you want to hear her raspy voice cracking either, right? Her gorgeous cheeks spreading as she’s skewered by a big. Stallion. Cock,”

A tremor wobbled through Windy’s rear. “Like yours?”

“Like mine,” His voice lowered to a whisper. “You can feel it can’t you. You know I’ll do it,”

Windy’s voice broke down into hungry squeaks, and the mare’s body collapsed, reduced into a mess of trembling limbs and flowing juices. Her scent stained deep into his mattress. Zephyr felt himself getting close too. He grit his teeth until his jaw ached, and readied to spew a thick load over the satisfied whore of a mother. He fucked her buns as fast as he could, and felt himself just about to crest the wave...

Then Windy sat up, full of implausible energy. Her sudden rise tossed Zephyr back and off his bed completely. He landed in a heavy heap with his legs up and over his head. He looked up and saw his bulging cock, its head threatening to flare, aimed directly at his face. His orgasm churned menacingly, but without stimulation the feeling of release began to recede. A tense dribble of pre was all that dripped into Zephyr’s mouth, which he had opened very wide at some point without him noticing.The salty taste wasn’t very good, but for some reason he felt disappointed there wasn’t more.

“Ooopsie,” Windy’s outline popped over the edge of the bed. Her eyes shone with worry until she saw Zephyr’s gaping mouth, then her features fell into a pout. It was far too young an expression for her older features. Her bouncy tits swayed gently beneath her as she studied him.

Zephyr tried to ignore his position, and his cock. “Your face looks so long, rainbow mom. Did something happen?”

Her pout deepened. “I just came, Zephy,”

Zephyr’s heart stopped beating for a second, then lurched forward at a rapid tick. He’d actually made a girl cum?! That was near the top of his bucket list! Still, he kept his face cool. “Congratulations?”

“And I still want it,” Windy said, a shiver running through her voice.Her eyes had slid to Zephyr’s cock. It looked like she was using every ounce of her willpower to hold herself back. “I just squirted all over your sheets, but it feels like I never came at all,” She groaned as she buried finger after finger into her cunt again, frigging herself faster. Her whimpers sounded almost pained. “I wanna cum, Zephy!”

Zephyr stared, unsure of what to say. He swayed his hips from one side to the other. Windy’s eyes followed the bobbing motion of his cock with wide, desperate eyes. “Um, you did say I should save myself for somepony special, right?”

Windy chewed on her lower lip. With what was clearly a great deal of willpower she snapped her eyes away from Zephyr’s dick and locked onto his eyes. A fire behind them blazed intensely, and Zephyr felt a submissive chill rush through his body. His cock twitched.

Windy spent a few moments starring, fingering, and thinking. Her expression hinted that each process was warring for attention from her mind. Finally, she nodded. “Yeah… that’s why we’re finding Dashie,” Windy said, and hopped off the bed. She brimmed with a hyped up energy that sent her soft body jiggling.

“W-wait, we’re what now?” Zephyr asked?

Windy was already halfway out the door. Streams of juice leaked down her legs. She looked over her shoulder and stopped. He saw her blush kissed cheeks raise into a childlike smile. “You’re going to fuck my little girl right now. Then you’re mine,” she said, as if it were obvious.

Zephyr swallowed, but his cock sure liked the sound of that, as a powerful tremor ran through his meaty organ.

***

Dash barely noticed anything between her screams. She barely noticed the warm, white globs spewing onto her face. She barely noticed that droplets of her dad’s creamy spunk were trickling into her open mouth. She barely noticed her tongue shudder at her own family’s taste. She barely noticed her fingers punishing her swollen little clit for what felt like the dozenth time. She barely noticed her body thrashing in the grip of two horny stallions, soaking her ruined outfit in yet more juice.

All she knew was frustration. No matter how many releases she felt, how many were inflicted on her, the urge to fuck wouldn’t leave her brain. The hunger for his cock wouldn’t leave her brain, and if anything the substitutes on either side were only making the desire grow and grow..

A whimper across from her dad made her turn, right into another blast from Mr Shy’s thick cock. Boiling cum plastered her eyes and gunked up her mane. She leaned forward to make sure the next shot was a mouthful. Her scream tapered off into a gargle. Her tongue couldn’t decide who’s seed she preferred. Maybe the next load would be the decider. Both dads were good and throbbing for it.

The bedroom door swung open, but Dash couldn’t see who it was. Her dad and Mr Shy tensed against her at the new arrival, prompting her to wipe the musky cum from her eyes. She rubbed it into her chest.

Zephyr was standing there. His eyes stared widely at her, one hand covering his mouth, his other trying in vain to cover his bare crotch. His dick proudly pushed his slender hand aside, twitching hard. Her mother was next to him, gazing at the whole scene like a fascinated child. Both were naked, with achingly erect looking wings. Bow scratched the back of his head sheepishly, unable to do much but smile guiltily at his wife. Mr Shy’s eyes lingered just a second too long on his own son, but was otherwise trying to hide himself behind Dash’s much slender body. Zephyr’s eyes were all for her.

Magic borne images pumped into her brain. Dash all but saw herself through those eyes: A squirming cum drenched slut lying in the arms of two virile stallions. Her eyes were half closed, but her stunningly girly lashes fluttered as they beckoned to him. She was all he wanted.

“Rainbows?” Zephyr whispered. “You’re looking… fine. Like, fine fine, you know?

“No kidding? How else would I look, idiot?” The insult rolled off her tongue effortlessly. No matter what nonsense she was being filled with, it still felt somehow right to call Zephyr that. His beautiful eyes devoured her, and Rainbow could almost feel it. Heat rolled off her cunt. With a frown Rainbow realized she was holding her legs open. Waiting.

Zephyr started to inch forward, but Windy grabbed him from behind. His cock fell between her fingers and she gripped, halting his progress. Rainbow’s eyes widened into green saucers of envy.

“Mooooom,” her cracking voice whined. She grabbed her father’s cock in retaliation, bringing a gruff hiss from her unsuspecting dad, and she glared warningly at her mother. She didn’t know what she was doing, but seeing a hand around Zephyr’s cock like that was making her feel uneasy. Windy tried to glare back, but the expression very quickly grew strained. Her lip quivered, and she broke into a sugary, very slightly shrill, laugh. Annoying but also lovely. Her bountiful titties rubbed up and down Zephyr’s back while the older mare laughed. Zephyr grinned, and Rainbow groaned as her brain fell beneath more of Zecora’s mental fucking. Her jealousy was smothered by a ghostly desire to want those big, girly tits rubbing against her sweaty body too. The want only became stronger the more Zephyr rolled his narrow shoulders against her mother.

“Nuh uh uh, you two,” Windy smiled. “It’d be rude to leave your fathers hanging, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re awesome, hun,” Bow said under his breath. Windy giggled.

“So be a wonderboltiful girl and you finish those two off, Dashie. Then you can have Zephy for dessert.”

“Dessert?” Zephyr and Dash asked incredulously.

Windy leant up on her toes and gave the taller boy a quick but sloppy kiss on the lips. His hips trembled and sent his meat pumping through her fingers. “Cuz you’re so sweet!” Windy noticed that Mr Shy couldn’t bare to look at them. “It’s ok. Nopony will judge you,” she said sweetly.

“My wife might…” Mr Shy sighed.

“It’s not just that though, hun,” Bow put in. “Dash has been milking us like a trooper for ages now.” He patted Dash on the head, then moved his hand down to rub her tummy. The fabric was very slightly distended, and Dash moaned at the tight feeling in her gut, knowing she was full of thick warm cream. “Our cocks just aren’t going down.”

Windy gasped. “The Same!”

Out of nowhere, a pained squeal echoed from downstairs. Everyone turned towards it, but Mr Shy all but leapt to his feet.

“Dear?” he whispered fearfully and made for the door. Bow and Windy looked at each other.

“Let’s go,” Bow suggested, pulling his cock from Rainbow’s grip. Rainbow could hear her voice start to whine as the warm meat slipped from her fingers, but a second scream jolted her to her feet.

“Fluttershy!” Rainbow yelled, overtaking Mr Shy in an instant, and bolting down the stairs.

***

“Honey… please…,” Mrs Shy’s said as her daughter slowly raised her leg up and over her shoulder. “I’m not l-like this,

Fluttershy looked down at her. Her eyes glimmered with kind authority, a perfect fit for her motherly chest and mature face. Mrs Shy hadn’t felt like her parent for a long time. Not since the fire between her legs had blazed into being and scorched her with desires she had never felt before, burning to ash any confidence she had felt in herself. Her daughter had felt the same confusing heat, but she had handled its inferno like a real woman, even guiding her mother to a scary and wondrous explosion of a sensation several times, and Mrs Shy felt every inch the child in her soft embrace. Her eyes slid down to the sizable mounds and rose coloured nubs of her child’s mammaries. In the lamplight they still glistened with moisture. Moisture she had placed there with her mindless suckling. Each bullet hard nub stood proud, basking in the growing cold of the moisture in the night air. Lower, Shy had intertwined their sweaty legs, and shifted her hips until their slits lay only a finger’s width away from each other. Mrs Shy saw her own thighs trembling, shuddering eagerly. She was confused as to what was about to happen, but impatiently awaited whatever it was. Fear had her heart pounding. Fear of what was coming, and what it might might do to her.

“I wasn’t like this either,” Fluttershy said, averting her eyes for a brief moment. “We should stop…”

A cold pit opened up in Mrs Shy’s stomach, and she realized she was feeling panic and disappointment. She gripped the sheets harder. How in Equestria had this happened to her? She actually wanted it. She wanted it so bad her messy loins were starting to ache, and the liquid that poured from her cunt spoke her thoughts better than her weak little voice ever could. Her daughter rubbed a yellow cheek against the leg still propped against her shoulder.

“We should stop… but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Mrs Shy gulped as she tried to form words. All she managed was a faint murmur. Her daughter gazed at her patiently, and she tried again. Again and again the syllables devolved into a series of formless mumbles as they passed her lips, until she eventually gave up, and settled for a tiny, infinitesimal nod.

“Good girl…” Fluttershy whispered at her mother, soft and heavy between her breaths.

Mrs Shy looked down in time to watch her daughter’s flower push forwards. Their hips slapped together, and their glistening petals embraced in a sloppy kiss. Warm flesh swallowed her poor underused clit. The mare heard herself scream and her wide hips bucked deeply. Mrs Shy could feel shameful, swelling hunger in the motion that she didn’t know her body was capable of. She watched her crotch rise and grind in a circle, lewdly trying to trace every inch of her labia across her child’s cunt, and the sudden force teased her daughter into arching her back and letting out a scream of her own. Fluttershy’s nipples darkened a shade in raw arousal, and her wings sprung out to either side and throbbed to erection. Her hips asserted themselves over her mother’s, and both slits settled into a rhythm, squelching noisily amidst their juices, while her silhouette loomed over Mrs Shy’s body. Soft hands sank deep into her wobbling tits for purchase, and Mrs Shy’s mind became hazy when her daughter’s pussy pounded straight down. Wet thwaps pumped in her ears.

“Fluttershy?!” cried Rainbow Dash’s voice, and both mares’ eyes snapped to the side.

They looked over and found Rainbow Dash in a truly disheveled state, her Wonderbolt outfit dripping with sweat and thick white fluid. For all that, her posture was alert and sharp, like she was ready to pounce on anything with all the force a trained Bolt could bring to bare. Her magenta eyes quickly came to comprehend the scene before her, however, and they saw the energy drain out of her frame, until her readiness withered, and a familiar hunger flared in her eyes. Mrs Shy had to turn away from the lustful gaze. She saw Fluttershy do the same, after the slightest pause. Tiny whimpers sounded from both of them as they realized their hips were still moving.. To Mrs Shy It felt like that whole area of her body was detached from her brain, and replaced by a never ending injection of raw pleasure that was gradually turning her whole body into a mess of tingles.

“Dear?” said a second voice. Mrs Shy recognized instantly the voice that was like gentle summer clouds; the kindest, softest voice she’d ever known, and tears welled in her eyes despite the wondrous pleasure. She couldn’t bare to be seen like this by the stallion she loved. She had so easily been reduced to helplessly humping her own daughter just to sate the cravings of her slutty body, and a husband she had never bothered to please was looking on. She tried to move her hips away from Fluttershy. Instead, the thought of her husband’s face caused her rear to leave the bed completely in another buck. She felt every nerve in her clit kiss her daughter’s mound, and the corners of her mouth tried to quirk in an indulgent smile that she barely stopped. How could he even bare to look at her? She turned to try and blubber a heartfelt apology.

Through the haze of tears, she could see that every other guest in the house was on the staircase. Her eyes fell upon a trio of cocks among them, and the apology died.

Thick, fat, light coloured and fleshy. Her husband’s member was how she remembered it. He was trying to hide it by squeezing his pudgy thighs together. It wasn’t enough, and what she could see was still the intimidating beast she’d seen on their honeymoon. Her eyes drifted to the incredible length and wide head of Bow Hot Hoof. A dark, firm pole jutted proudly from between his legs, reaching almost to his knee. Windy Whistle’s hand gently stroked it back and forth, each touch sending a little shudder through it. Mrs Shy’s eyes moved on one more time, where her focus was swallowed whole by Zephyr. His dick was comparatively small, though the thought of where it was designed to go still intimidated her. The flesh appeared light coloured and tender looking like his father, but hard as a steel bar. Her insides churned as Zecora’s tea inseminated her brain with more and more thoughts; she wanted him to come close. To take a closer look at how much her little boy had grown. His nervous eyes lingered over her curves, and his approval of what he saw forced an intoxicating confidence into her veins. Every pair of eyes in the room followed his lead to drink in her body, as her endless humping sent it jiggling for all to see. One set of eyes was her own, she realized, watching her tits sway back and forth with each motion of her hips. As a teen, she had almost resented how puberty had forced her to grow so full and voluptuous. It was a mortifying development, one that only left her even more withdrawn from those around her, from their eyeballs that had started to fall on her like hungry animals. Even so, the view before her was so good. It was so… natural for her body to be like this, that her corrupted brain almost understood it. No wonder stallions always snuck into changing rooms, or peeked on mares in the shower, if the result was watching orbs like hers shake and quiver. Zephyr’s desires wormed their way into her mind. His imagination seemed to burn over reality, and she suddenly knew everything he wished to do with her body in that moment. Her hips trembled, and a ripple passed through everyone else as those same thoughts became theirs.

Bow reached out an arm and wrapped it around Mr Shy’s shoulder. “Yeah… you needed to get your dick in this mare like yesterday, bud,” he said bluntly. Mr Shy sputtered and offered a wordless rebuttal that no one paid heed to, likely not even himself, as he didn’t resist when the larger stallion started to nudge him closer and closer to the two entangled mares. Their cocks bobbed as they slowly inched forward. Mrs Shy knew she was fidgeting, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the motion. They grew bigger and bigger, or perhaps just closer, then one of the cocks sank out of view, and her husband’s face was suddenly at eye level with her. Her blank stare of lust filled with shame when she saw his crooked, embarrassed smile. Bow Hot Hoof had a hand on the kneeling stallion’s head, tousling his mane affectionately. It looked… cute.

“Hey dear,” he said softly.

“H-hello,” she said weakly. Her limbs felt too heavy to even try covering herself up. Little bolts of excitement nibbled her whenever she noticed his eyes starting to wander.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he said sincerely, and Mrs Shy almost choked. Most stallions would’ve been ironic in a situation like this. But not her darling husband.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t know,” Her voice cut off as her hips stretched in a rolling thrust. She begged her body to stop, but she only heard pleased murmuring from Fluttershy in response. She must have lucked into one of the mare’s sweet spots “I didn’t know it would feel like this. A-all these years and I’ve never...”

She was stopped by a gentle hand resting on her cheek. Her husband looked into her face with those wonderfully large eyes of his. She felt she could almost swim in them. “It’s ok, dear. Trust me, it’s ok.”

“But how often have you wanted to do it all this time?”

Mr Shy’s already existing blush deepened. He tried to recover with a shaky little laugh. She realized that he was probably looking so intently at her as an attempt to block out everyone else around them. “It didn’t r-really matter as long as you were happy, We still had two b-beautiful kids” His eyes flickered along her body… and Fluttershy’s. She thought she heard his breath hitch and he adjusted his seating. He continued slowly. “No matter what I think, it’ll only be worth it if you want it. Really want it,” His eyes were earnest, but after a lifetime of loving a pony too nervous to even speak to the mailpony, she could see the desperate unspoken question meandering behind his eyes: ‘It’ll only be worth it if you want it...do you want it?’

She wanted to smile, to give an answer, but just gazing into his eyes she could hear her chest starting to pant, and her hips moved faster and faster against her will. She looked away and squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as another climax was thrust upon her. She felt his hand, unmistakably soft and warm, link with hers, and she clenched hard. Pressure built rapidly, like a cloud charging with lightning, and the inevitable bolt of euphoria flushed through her body like a wave, washing away all shame. She heard her daughter reach the same plateau, felt her slit twitching against hers, and felt her hips force Mrs Shy’s back to the couch.Delicate hands seized Mrs Shy’s mane and Fluttershy lowered on top of her. She dared not look, but her muzzle became buried in her child’s hot, sweaty cleavage again, and held there while they both rode it out. Her child’s mouth cooed and moaned in time with the desperate thrusts of their mounds.Juices from both mares flowed down Mrs’ Shy’s thighs and rump like mini lakes.

Mr Shy held onto her stoically until their bodies calmed. Like every climax Mrs Shy had felt that night, she always come within a hair’s breadth of knowing satisfaction, but then a frustrating warmth chased out whatever tiredness she had been feeling, and left her wanting even more.

Above her, Fluttershy gasped, and her hips and body were pulled away from Mrs Shy into the air. Mrs Shy glanced a peak, and gripped her husband even tighter.

Bow Hot Hoof’s purplish blue hands were locked around Fluttershy’s hips, and he had tugged her back into his waist. An inch of dark stallion cock peeked out from between Shy’s bubbly butter coloured cheeks. Her face and body remained motionless, more out of surprise than fear, but she slowly eased back into motion when she realized she wasn’t in danger.

“Dad, no.” Rainbow Dash protested weakly. “What would mom thin-”

“YEAH! FUCK HER HARD, BABY!” Windy cheered, causing dash to facepalm.

Bow couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned his sizable frame over Fluttershy’s back and leaned in close to one of her ears. His breath caused her ear to swivel and twitch. “Am I imposing?

Fluttershy didn’t respond. Mrs Shy could see her breaths were shallow.

“Wanna show your mom how this works?”

“How what works?” She asked in an innocent tone.

Bow smirked and dropped his voice to a whisper. Mrs Shy still heard it. “Mating,”

“Please... d-don’t call it that,” Mrs Shy put in meekly. She didn’t know she could blush any harder, but there was something about that word that lingered in her mind. Bow turned his attention to her.

“What would you rather call it? Fucking? Sex? Piledrivering?”

“That last one just sounds violent,” Mr Shy said, his hand still offering support to his traumatized wife.

“No. M-mating sounds fine. That is what it is… a-after all, I mean,” Fluttershy said. She looked Mrs Shy square in the eye. There was that same commanding gaze shining clearly through her nervousness. “Mom. Watch carefully. There’s nothing to be scared of,” she looked around at everyone in the room with them and cleared her throat. Her last words came out very small. “It’s just really embarrassing with so many people,”

Bow smiled warmly. With that the stallion moved back, and smoothly slipped inside Fluttershy’s shelter. The sound was meaty and wet. There appeared to be no resistance, and he immediately started humping in and out. Every motion looked second nature to him.

Mrs Shy’s heart leapt into her throat watching Fluttershy’s face. Shock widened her eyes during the initial filling. She clenched her teeth in what seemed to be pain or effort, which led to a panicked jittering in her cheeks. Both almost instantly gave way to a confused frown and a foggy glaze over her stare. Her rear moved up and down experimentally. A deep blush sprung up under her fur and she closed her eyes in shame. With only three more thrusts even that was gone, replaced with only a growing smile of contentment. Her eyes half opened back up and looked at her mother, suddenly without a care in the world. Her smiling lips parted to let her pant like a dog. Her body slowly started to thrust against her mate, causing Bow to groan with a sound of absolute glee. In the span of but a few seconds it was like her daughter had fallen under some kind of spell.

Zephyr’s potion once again made its presence known. His horny delight becoming her own was the only reason Mrs Shy could admit she was still watching. His disturbing curiosity was being pumped inside her head mercilessly. Her eyes felt like they were bolted to the display.

Bow used Shy’s hips to fuck her even faster, dragging her onto his dick and keeping himself fully sheathed as much as he could. He looked like a man deprived of water finally drowning himself at the end of a ten mile trek.That kind of desperation was probably what her husband was always feeling. Mrs Shy remembered how his cock had looked, fat and meaty and longing just for her, and something deep down inside her pulsed with a wonderful achy feeling. Deeper than Fluttershy’s fingers had ever reached. It was her womb, she realized. Oh Celestia, it was like it was hungry. In need of something her brain still tried to insist was just icky. Fluttershy’s pants started sounding more and more like squeaks the rougher Bow became. Her limbs trembled, ready to give way, then at the last moment braced against the couch and pushed back deeper into his thrusts. Her tits wobbled and bounced without shame, and liquid poured from between their legs, but neither seemed to notice. All that mattered was the breathing, the groans, and the desperate, slapping flesh. She looked icky. And it looked like heaven

She looked over at Mr Shy. He had somehow resisted the feelings of their son and was staring right at her. All Mrs Shy had to do was ask for it. Fluttershy whined happily and started groping her breasts. Mr Shy smiled slightly at the sound. That could be you. It seemed to say. Or maybe that was only her imagination.

Mrs Shy fought the sensory overload of it all and focused on what her body really wanted. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

***

A few hours ago Zephyr would’ve found the sight before him deeply uncomfortable. After all, what son wants to see his family naked? His raging erection was making him feel quite the fool in that moment.

Bow Hot Hoof was skewering his older sister like a stallion possessed, nickering and snorting more like an animal than a pony. Fluttershy returned the favour with enthusiasm. Even across the room he could hear her cunt sucking and clenching as it swallowed the older pony’s cock. Her hips threatened to outpace Bow’s very quickly, with her buns rippling as they slammed his further and further into the couch cushions. He kept a hold of her sides and was barely maintaining his lead for now. Neither party seemed to care for who was in charge. They were just racing to satisfy themselves. Such a needy expression on his sister was… alluring. His mother was also a particularly scrumptious mare in her own right when availed of her baggy choice of outfit; curvy in all the right places, with a mane of gorgeously wavy curls. As a mane stylist, it seemed a crime that he’d only ever seen it in this disheveled state. Begrudgingly, he was looking at the soft roundness of his father’s rump more than he cared to as well. So perfectly plump and squishy. He kept trying to think of it as a girl’s butt, but no girl had balls like his resting just below it.

There was no warning when both his parents lunged at each other and embraced with a kiss. It was a kiss like he’d never seen before from either of them. Normally a chaste, momentary touch of the lips sufficed for those two, but this time he could hear slurping noises, his mom opened her mouth to let his Dad’s tongue snake right in. For a moment she seemed to regret her decision, then groaned quietly and eased herself into the stallion’s arms, holding tight to his narrow shoulders and rounded waist. From his dad Zephyr heard a sigh. A happy sound as he breathed into his wife for what may have been the first time ever. It was a sigh that carried with it such relief that Zephyr felt his own shoulders sink in sympathy. It was as if the weight of the world was at once gone from the moment Mrs Shy accepted his tongue, and he could at last relax against the gorgeous features of this mare he had chosen to spend his life with, and trade with her all the intimate things so many took for granted: their saliva, their breath, the heat of their bodies.

His dick was also really really hard. The hands of both seemed to shuffle uneasily, mutually unsure of whether to touch it or take things slow.

“Ah, Young love,” Windy said dreamily, looking at the shy, middle aged ponies ply their tongues together. She didn’t sound like she was being ironic either. Zephyr supposed it wasn’t too unreasonable. Two teen virgins would probably look more confident kissing than those two were. The contrast between them and Bow’s rutting of Flutters was, frankly, adorable The potion must have given Wind some signal to his thoughts, because she looked at him and smirked. “I don’t just mean them,” She gestured to Zephyr’s other side with her eyes.

Rainbow Dash was staring at him exactly as she had upstairs: needily The power and majesty of her wonderbolt outfit had long been tarnished by sticky white seed. Her feminine scent called to him as soon as he turned into it. He felt light in the head. Unlike his cockhead that throbbed heavily. Rainbow looked at it hungrily. Zephyr swallowed. Was he really about to do this?

This isn’t right. Said the weak willed voice in his head. She’s under the zebra’s magical juju. That’s, like, wrong, isn’t it?

Dash looks like she needs it bad, man. His more obnoxious side retorted Go on, rip that thing off her. Dash mom gave us the green light, didn’t she?

“Nooo...” Rainbow whined weakly. “Don’t think about that so hard!” she cried.

“Think about what so hard, Rainbows?” Zephyr asked, genuinely confused.

Dash’s fingers moved up her body, tracing the contours of her outer thighs as they flared into hips. They fluttered up her abs and toned waist, then over the faintly feminine bumps that were her miniscule breasts, and took a hold of the lycra around her chest area. Her breathing raced. She suddenly seemed to be overheating, wriggling for air inside her second skin.

“Doing this!” she said through grit teeth, and Zephyr heard the fabric start to tear.

Grunting with exertion, Rainbow’s arms began to rip the ruined wonderbolt garb from her body. A tiny tear revealed her chest first. Her twin mounds popped into view, each one was topped by a rock hard pinkish nub. Rainbow Dash winced with every awful sound, but kept pulling her outfit apart. Her back arched and it made her skin appear to push against the fabric, eager to burst free of the outfit. The parting next exposed her abs, her belly was very slightly pudgy from swallowing so much daddy jizz, but they were still defined and solid. Then her waist, it was there he noticed that every bit of her coat was sticky with sweat and matted to high heaven. With one last tug her pussy bared itself in all its slippery, puffy glory, and she collapsed to the carpet, panting. He just stared while Dash caught her breath, her eyes surveying what she had done to herself. Her pussy glowed red like a target.

Zephyr looked over his shoulder. Windy was leaning forward, looking very interestedly at her daughter’s assets. She was also giving Zephyr two massive thumbs up. A promising sign for someone at least.

“Hey, Rainbow. Are you, like, still with us?” he tried to ask casually.

“You owe me a new outfit, asshole,” she said

“Me?! Pull up some print tests. I never touched you, blue,” he said back, relieved to hear something of her old tone in her voice.

“You were thinking about it… very obnoxiously,”

Zephyr chanced a smile. “Not my fault you have no self control around me,”

Quicker than he thought possible, Rainbow swept his legs out from under him and sat up. She grabbed a large handful of Zephyr’s mane and glared right into him. “Did you actually just say that, runt?” Fires of hate or passion or both burned in her eyes. Zephyr felt like intensity could roast him away to nothing. It was awesome.

Rainbow’s grip faltered and she groaned. One hand rubbed her temple. “Jeez. Why does everything have to turn you on?!”

“Cuz you’re a sexy mare, duh.”

“That seemed to take her off guard, which gave him the chance to cozy on up to her midsection.

“H-hey! What are you doing?!” she whined.

“These abs are sexy. This belly button is sexy. These are sexy like nothing I have ever seen.” he said, grinning at her breasts.

“Nice t-try, jerk. I know you were staring at Mom’s over mine.”

They both looked up, only to see that Windy was gone. She had at some point migrated over to where Mr and Mrs Shy had settled down together on the couch, and both pegasi were apparently making up for a whole marriages worth of lost making out. They still sucked and smacked at each other’s faces like it was all either could think of. Even when they parted for air their tongues could still be seen twisting together like a living knot, and then their lips would rejoin with a pair of adorable moans.

In an almost unbelievably chaste sight, the two had their hands linked together, leaving their loins to throb and drip alone. Windy tsked at the image and slowly clasped one of Mrs Shy’s hands. The mare looked over at Windy, vaguely confused, but didn’t resist as her hand was lowered all the way her husband’s flat tipped member. Her palm squished into its head, and she shivered in surprise at how hot it was, this thing that had scared her for so long, and her fingers closed instinctively around the flare, squeezing it with each digit in awed curiosity. Pre bubbled up from it almost instantly, rising between her fingers and making Mr Shy’s hips shudder. Windy then took the Mr Shy’s hand and similarly moved it down his wife’s crotch. Likewise, his fingers moved on their own as soon as they met the drooling slit of flesh, and started idly stroking it in soft soft circles. Saliva trickled out the corner of Mrs Shy’s mouth. Her timid gasps were sounding more and more needy. Using her pre soaked hand she stroked up and down the shaft. No longer afraid, she took her time to feel how it throbbed to life in her palm, and the ways each touch made Mr Shy groan that little bit differently.

Windy admired her work and grinned. “There, just let it happen, you two,”

Fluttershy and Bow were still fucking away, but by now the tempo had slowed considerably, and they had settled into an agonizingly slow rhythm of comfortable pounding. Each time Bow slid home it was deep and deliberate. Shy had given up on trying to fuck back, and had lowered down onto her belly, giving Bow free reign to pump her cunt at his leisure. His heavy balls slapped her slit with authority, making a deep commanding sound.

“Yeah, he does that,” Windy beamed like a kid explaining the obvious.

Fluttershy looked up. She had a lock of her mane in her mouth, gnawing on it every time Bow slapped against her.

“I try to keep up with him every time we fuck, but he’s like a monster. His stamina never lets up, and he always ends up slowing down to fill little me nice and deep over and over until I’m his personal cock sleeve. It’s amazing, right?!”

“Uh huh…” Shy mumbled around a mouthful of mane. She probably wasn’t listening. Windy ruffled her feathers like she was petting a beloved dog.

“How does she feel, hun?” Windy called to Bow needlessly loudly considering he was only a few feet away.”

“She feels like you when you were younger. It’s incredible,”

“I beg your pardon?!” Windy scoffed with mock offence then giggled. “So she’s a perfect breeding mare, you say? You hear that, Fluttershy? Hubby wants to bake another Rainbow Dash in you, Isn’t that exciting?”

Fluttershy only laid her head down and basked in the cock burying itself in her body.

“Heh, Poor girl,” Bow said between groans. He looked at his wife and raised an eyebrow. “Give her the Dashception?”

“Give her the Dashception!” Windy all but hollered, sending her chest jiggling.

Bow bent down and grabbed Fluttershy around the middle. With a heave he hoisted her up and sat back against the couch with her in his lap. Flutters whimpered in confusion, then shrieked as he dragged her straight down onto his dick,

“Wha-… ha… ha… ha… is this?” Shy managed to squeak between thrusts that left her impaled deeper still than she imagined.

“Dash’s inception. Dashception you silly,” Windy smiled. “It was how we were doing it before I found I was pregnant with our Dashie. Afterwards we would do it like this in front of a mirror every week. We would watch and feel as my belly got bigger and rounder and riper,” Bow demonstrated by grabbing Shy’s tummy with a hand, gripping and massaging what little fat she had there with reverence. “And my breasties grew and swelled up with warm, creamy milk.” Bow closed a massive hand around Shy’s breast and squeezed for emphasis, making Shy double over where she sat. She couldn’t escape his fingers toying with her puffy nipple. “It was amazing. To watch myself grow naughtier and naughtier, turning into a cradle for Dashie’s every need. You wanna be like that too one day?”

Shy squirmed in place, legs twitching and clenching, helplessly stranded on a pillar of rock hard meat that she was still swallowing somehow, while having her most womanly parts toyed with so deliciously. She looked up into Windy’s eyes, biting her lip, and managed to squeak out. “Yes…”

Zephyr looked at Dash, who had buried her blushing face into both her hands, and couldn’t help but flatly remark. “Your folks are actually crazy, right?”

“Weren’t you saying how much you loved my tits or something? She deflected.

“Indeed I was!” Snapped back to attention, he casually reached out and squeezed what little fat he could fit in his palms. Dash gasped in timid frustration, but Zephyr’s fingers were gentle.Despite herself, pleasant tingles sprang from her mini mammaries.

“Your mom, Flutters, their chests are great too. But there’s something obvious about them. They’re big and loud. Like moi. Yours remind me of our family, actually; Small, cute, unassuming, looking like they’re trying to hide,” Zephyr leaned in very close. His hot breath rolled over her chest and the nipples stiffened before his eyes. “But you know what’s really hot about them?”

It took all of Rainbow’s will to not stammer her reply like a needy idiot. “What?”

“I bet they’re so sensitive you’ll be begging for a dick before my mom does,” He nodded at his parents. Mrs Shy had stopped kissing and was openly staring at her hand sliding up and down Mr Shy’s cock, gazing in wonder at every droplet of pre that stickied her fingers. While distracted, Dash didn’t notice Zephyr hunching down until one of her tits vanished into his mouth.

Rainbow hated it when Zeph was right. At the first suckle she felt the strength leave her back, dropping her completely on the ground. She was just lucky the Shys kept everything so clean. Zephyr followed and settled himself on top of her, still lathering her teat with kisses and licks. It felt like he weighed ten thousand pounds, almost like her breast was a direct tap into her strength. The more pleasure his swirling tongue wrapped her in, the more strength he siphoned up into himself. He looked at her and waggled his eyebrows knowingly, then changed nipples. Dash hissed when she felt his teeth barely graze her. She clenched her thighs in the hopes he wouldn’t see how much she just squirted.

“The other best part,” he said, rising slightly to knead both breasts. Dash couldn’t do anything but grit her teeth and listen. “Is these actually do jiggle, just slightly. But a pony has to be worthy enough to see ‘em up close. Like I am,” With fingers on each side he flicked her chest, and she shuddered as it jiggled almost obediently for his pleasure. Why couldn’t puberty have ignored her completely, darn it? He returned to suckling, transferring with hickey-leaving pops every few seconds to make sure both sides were revered evenly. Both her nipples burned amazingly. The want inside of her kindled and swelled.

The potion let her feel the confidence brimming in every motion Zephyr made. It glowed all around her gut like a golden light. A childlike wonder that he was managing so well. That he was making her feel this way. For so long he had wanted to impress her, but it wasn’t until now that he could hear the sweetness in her moans or feel her body react under his touch. He was finally someone who could make her feel the same way he dreamed of making her feel in his most perverted, desperate of dreams. Even if it was thanks to a potion, Zeph couldn’t help but feel happy. Having every single note of such simple, stupid, boyish joy pumped into her head was all too much for Dash's brain.

“Just fuck me, Zeph,” she said, spreading her thighs wide.

Zephyr blushed around her breast and his eyebrows shot into the sky. “Really?!” he mumbled directly into the mound, teasing a moan out of Rainbow’s throat. She forced a nod and he quickly detached himself. He crawled up her body, all but thrumming with giddy anticipation, until they were eye level with each other. She couldn’t see it, but his cock dragged along her inner thigh, leaving a trail of pre in its wake, until it was right between her legs. His hips slowly shifted until they were lined up properly.

You do know…” Rainbow managed with what felt like the last of her sanity. “As soon as this potion wears off, I’m going to kill you,”

Surprisingly, acceptance rolled off of the connection. His cock throbbed into her clit. “So I should stop is what you’re saying?”

All at once Rainbow’s strength was back, and she used it to wrap her legs around his ass, trapping him between powerful ropes of coiled muscle. A sharp tug forced his dick inside her warm tunnel. She shivered as he slid right in like a dream, and grunted when their hips met with a wet smack. Zephyr froze as sudden white hot pride thundered through their link. Only a second had passed, and his virginity was gone. Rainbow pulled him down for a quick kiss, sucking his tongue right out of his stunned mouth. It tasted sweet. Her hips twisted one way, then rolled the other, savouring the achingly solid rod that was finally filling her. He wasn’t very big, but she didn’t need a big one to scratch the itch boiling within. Her walls pumped him like a sopping, fleshy vice. Every time his length twitched it seemed to tickle another one of her velvety sweet spots, sending almost painfully sweet pleasure fanning out from her tunnel. She quickly longed for more. Needed more. Thankfully, Zephyr caught on fast. His hands ran through her mess of a mane and pulled her head to one side, his lips peppered her exposed collar bone with wet kisses, and his hips started bucking into her. Dash let herself moan like a whore to make sure Zephyr knew: It was so good to fuck again.

***

Over on the couch, the feeling of being surrounded by so many rutting ponies, including her own children, finally broke little Mrs Shy. She clambered on top of her husband, moving his cock to her cunt with her messy pre-soaked hand. She only stopped when he reached up and cupped her cheeks, easing her into looking at him.

“You could hurt yourself,” he said slowly. She abruptly stopped herself. He was right. She had somehow forgotten how thick his cock was. Her fingers could barely close around the thing. He smiled when she noticed. “Just take it slowly, ok?”

Mrs Shy nodded, and very carefully she began to sit down. His head touched her slit and that alone was enough to make her shake. It was warm.

Mr Shy closed his eyes and sighed. “Easy now. E-easy.

She applied more pressure. The monster pressed up and she could feel herself begin to part. Her hole widened and widened, forcing a tense sigh from her lips, until it suddenly swallowed her husband’s cockhead with a sticky sounding slurp. She jumped, her mouth barely able take in air. Mr Shy held her hips to keep her steady, she didn’t know he could grip that hard, and they both began to slide her down.

His inches steadily began to sink inside. She felt as if she was being stuffed. Her body squeezed around the intruder, but only managed to pull more of it in with an inviting, squelchy sound. He vanished into her with shockingly little resistance. She blushed and squirmed, contemplating just how much lubrication she was making to help him manage that. She couldn’t believe there was no pain whatsoever. Her cunt wrapped around him like a custom made glove, always stretched to the edge of comfort, but like it was built specifically to cling to him. She was aware of every part of him inside.There was this eternal, gentle feeling to his cock, even in his engorged state, that was almost cozy, and every inch made her throb with a sense of… satisfaction. He finally hilted inside her, and his heavy balls touched her butt.

That’s where Flutters and Zephy came from. She thought sadly. To think she could’ve made her children this way all along. Being one with her beloved husband.

“Dear… you’re crying,” Mr Shy said, his tone trembling.

Mr Shy looked down to see tears leaving droplets on her massive chest. Her vision blurred as even more liquid sprang up and she wrapped her lover in a body crushing hug. His body squished and melted into her. “It’s just… good,” she blubbered, rocking on his cock to let her know what she meant. “It’s so… so good, and I’m sorry,”

He didn’t speak at first. Her husband was never a good talker. Instead, he answered the only way he needed to. He returned the hug with a gentle, tender smile. They enjoyed the feelings of their crotches embracing for several long moments, soaking in each other's warmth and the sounds of their children fucking before he finally spoke.

“It gets better,” he whispered before thrusting his hips into her. His head nudged her deep inside, making her yelp and cling tighter. Again there was no pain. It was more like a surprisingly hot kiss to a place she didn’t know she had. She let her body relax on the next thrust. Her body jiggled and slid up, almost leaving his cock. Her cunt howled in despair, feeling impossibly empty already. She battled her timidness and shame for a split second, but she needed another taste, and sat down as hard as she could. Just stretching around his girth again made her squeal in indulgent delight. Already her body was becoming a slave to the comfort of his wonderfully fat cock. His thick medial ring bulged in excitement, groping her walls and making her explode into whimpering twitches of joy. His balls churned against her, and her womb screamed knowing it had a lot of lost breeding to make up for. A breathless routine of bouncing up and down formed almost immediately. She moved as fast as she could to keep the amount of time she spent without his cock as low as possible. Soon, she could time each bounce with the adorable squeaks her husband was making. Pain finally came from just how fast her titties were soon bobbing. Not that she cared. Mr Shy was looking at her, was filling her to bursting, and so she felt like the sexiest, bravest mare who ever lived.

***

Windy was feeling especially left out right now. Every mare had a good cock inside them but her. Her cunt scowled at her and she could only shrug helplessly at it.

“What do you want me to do? Everyone else deserves their turns too,”

“Honey…” said Bow in a tight voice. He wasn’t angry, he was just breeding the hell out of a tight young mare. Who wouldn’t be strained? “You’re talking to your pussy again,”

Windy looked up. So she was! Fluttershy had reached the part of any Bow fuck where words and even thoughts couldn’t be formed anymore. You became little more than a juicy, mare shaped cocksock for him. It sucked looking at Fluttershy’s vacant look of paradise, knowing that it would normally be herself being rutted into senselessness. However, Windy had to remain steadfast…

That was her last thought before grabbing Shy’s mane and forcing it into her crotch. The mare was, of course, unresponsive. She shot a desperate look at her hubby, who rolled his eyes and gave Fluttershy a spank on her ass.

“Make her cum or I stop,” he said. It was the biggest lie Windy ever heard, but it was a sign of unshakeable love that he sounded so convincing.

His words must have reached the butter coloured pegasus because her tongue completely vanished inside Windy’s pussy, and her muzzle latched on to suck the entire area like a vampire bat draining juice from a fruit. It wasn’t a cock, but it was the next best thing for her lonely cunt. Windy made sure she was loud. Bow loved it when she screamed. With how sensitive she was feeling, it didn’t take Fluttershy’s work long to whip her into a frenzy as she fucked the young mare’s face and drenched her in mare-cum.

***

“M-more, Zeph… dammit…”

. The sound made Zephyr redouble his efforts. Hearing Rainbows’ raspy voice shudder hotly in his ear dispelled all the aches and pains that had been growing in his hips and he jackhammered her harder and harder into the carpet. Rainbow answered with happy little sounds that sounded dangerously close to squeaks. Her mane smelled sweaty and feminine and like Zap-apple shampoo and he loved it. He loved everything. He loved her nails digging angry red marks down his back. He loved how her tits and pussy and lips were all so soft while the rest of her could crush him in seconds like the wimp he was. He loved how his little cock was dragging this powerful mare towards a climax and there was nothing either pony could do to stop themselves.

“Rainbows… I’m close,” he said into her ear.

Rainbow glared at him. Affection, panic, and maybe something closer to love and hatred all danced in her beautiful stare, and she kissed him deep. Her pussy constricted urgently, milking him from base to tip as desperately as she could.

“F-fuck. Someone’s got a need,” Zephyr grinned. He lasted a few extra seconds then let his release roll over him. His whole body seized against her, and thick globs of seed pulsed from his cock to be gobbled up by the depths cumming mare.

“That’s the shit,” Rainbow hissed with a toothy, shark like smile. Her hips felt like they were rhythmically draining him for every last drop he could make. Zephyr could vaguely tell the same was happening all around him.

Mr Shy grabbed huge handfuls of his wife’s rear and pulled her down tight, sealing his cock inside while his balls started to empty an immense load into her. Mrs Shy panted and wiggled and gripped her lover's back as her once pristine insides were plastered with ropey jets of cream for the first time. The warmth boiled her brain and throbbed all up her tunnel. It was unbelievably good. She mumbled incoherently, her pussy constricting on its own to slurp the deliciously thick seed right up into her womb. Where it belongs. she thought with an obscene smile. She gasped and rubbed her tummy protectively every time his massive cock pumped a hot new batch into her. Only a few little drops managed to escape, trickling down Mr Shy's balls to stain the carpet, a constant reminder of the couple’s first ever fuck.

Windy was happy just to get a release, pounding the couch in delight and laughing uproariously while she drenched Shy’s broken little face. Bow pulled out and dumped his batter in messy spurts all up Shy’s back and mane, marking her with boiling streaks of white while her own cunt clenched and spasmed around a cock that was no longer there, drooling endless fluid onto the couch beneath.

Everyone fell in exhaustion at the same time Zephyr did, falling on their partners, Zeph and his dad still sheathed inside their lovers even as they slowly softened. It seemed that everyone’s satiation had been tied to Zephyr’s own. No one would have stopped feeling horny until he did. Well, he hoped at least they could all feel nice and content now, since Zeph had never felt that good in his life. The various other voices in Zephyr’s head were distantly screaming out warnings and suggesting he start penning their his last will and testament, even warning him that if he fell asleep in that moment he might never wake back up, but Zephyr didn’t care. Rainbow’s arms were so inviting. He felt safe and at peace being wrapped in their strength. Her legs still kept their hips pressed together. Maybe she was taking some comfort from him too.

Zephyr chose to focus on the positives, even as he fell into a deep, happy sleep.

***

Zecora opened her eyes and stretched. She felt slightly thirsty, but a comfortable feeling of laziness was keeping her glued to her bedroll, and she decided that tea could wait for now. She would’ve been content just lying there for the hours yet to come, but as she looked to the side and saw the first rays of daylight peeking in through the windows, and knew that even so, she couldn’t just lay there. Thankfully her internal clock was back to normal after her nocturnal haunt of a few nights prior. It was complacency more than actual tiredness that kept her longing for the quit so tightly wrapped around her body. Yes, complacency. For she had completed her tasks masterfully, and had no loose ends to tie up. Yes, her tea could wait. She looked over at her kettle, and the mortar and pestle she kept just beside it. A single pink flower hung over the edge of her workbench. A Carnal Carnation to be precise.

Then a nagging feeling pressed in the back of her mind. The Carnal Carnation was a flower used in countless tonics; from erectile dysfunction cures to fertility supplements. Why in Equestria would it’s presence bother her so? She looked over at the door. It still hung at a slightly odd angle. She recalled the braggart who had broken it like a bad dream resurfacing. Zephyr Breeze. She wondered if his family had at least appreciated her-

Zecora sat straight up in bed.

That Carnation, I get the picture. Perhaps… did I leave it out of the mixture? She thought in a panic. When prepared for that specific potion, the essence of Carnal Carnation acted as an absorptive buffer to keep the more... lewd feelings of the flesh from being transmitted along with more pure emotions. If she had, by some small chance, left it out of her preparations by accident then…

She scrambled out of bed, not bothering to throw anything around her naked body. She dove her face and hands into a clay storage pot and fished out a vial of silvery liquid. She was probably worrying about nothing, but just in case.

I was too tired, that fool is to blame. I should not feel one iota of shame. She rationalized. She heard distant thunder. No, she heard a sonic boom.

Just then her door slammed open again. This time the door left its damaged hinges completely. It cartwheeled through the air and almost decapitated the zebra before smashing into the far wall, scattering potion ingredients to the four winds. Zecora blinked once against an explosion of wind, and Rainbow Dash was suddenly standing in front of her.

“‘Sup, Z,” Rainbow said casually. The mare wasn’t smiling. Zecora’s blood ran cold.

“Rainbow Dash, what a pleasant surprise. It’s been too long and you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Zecora tried to say genially. Dash didn’t respond.

Rainbow started to walk forwards. Something about her posture and blank expression screamed at Zecora to back away from her, but the pegasus kept coming.

“Is something the matter? How do you feel? Is it something that perhaps I can heal?” Zecora asked. At first she thought she wasn’t going to get an answer again, then Dash spoke.

“I was just at Fluttershy’s parents’ house,” she said flatly.

That didn’t sound good. Zecora opened her mouth but Rainbow talked over her.

“Zeph was really happy with how his gift turned out, by the way”

“Truly?”

“I dunno. He’s still unconscious,” Rainbow shrugged and cracked her neck to one side. The ugly sound echoed inside the hut. “He said the gift came from you,”

“Now, Rainbow Dash. It’s not what you think,” Zecora spluttered and held the vial of potion in front of her. “If you fear pregnancy then this you should drink,”

“Oh hey, thanks.” Quicker than thought, Rainbow snatched the potion from Zecora’s fingers and pocketed it without breaking stride. She walked ever forwards. Her steps as methodically slow as her pet tortoise, but forwards all the same.

“Again my friend, I know that you’re mad,” Zecora felt her back touch the far end of her cabin. There was nowhere left to go. “Surely though, it wasn’t all that-” Zecora bit her tongue to stop herself. She jumped as Rainbow slammed a hand into the wall next to her head.

The more fiery shades of Dash’s mane hung over her eyes. Yellow and orange and red. “Finish the rhyme,” she said with a tone like cold fire.

Zecora worked her mouth several times to build up saliva before she could talk. “It wasn’t all that…. bad?”

Deathly silence fell, and Rainbow smiled. She had a fond expression on her face, like someone remembering a pleasant memory. For a second Zecora thought she was safe, before she caught a glimpse of the eyes behind Dash’s fringe. They were a pair of poisonous pits.

“You know, Z. I wonder something,” Rainbow said as she leaned in close. “Zebras. Do you think they scream in rhyme too?”