Shy Breeze

by Arillia

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Zephyr Breeze, Romance, Fluttershy
Length: 9913

Fluttershy just wants to go on a picnic, but the weather isn't being cooperative. All her furry friends are huddled up at home and she'd left with only Zephyr Breeze to help her fill up the day. She never expected it to be love he filled it with.

Fluttershy gets stuck inside for the duration of a bad thunderstorm passing over Equestria. Stuck in the cottage with Angel hiding from the thunder and all her furry friends safe and warm in their own burrows, her plans for a wonderful picnic have been ruined. Yet there is one person left around who was supposed to go on the outing with her, though she isn't sure how much use her brother Zephyr Breeze is going to be after having lost his job at the salon recently. Still, she did live with him, so it had felt wrong not to ask.

As the day goes on and things take a turn, Shy begins to realize a lot of things about herself. A prank meant only to help smooth things between them turns into a mistake that could divide the siblings forever, or maybe even... bring them closer?

Published 2019-04-28 23:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-28 23:20:01 UTC

A Day Inside

Author's Note

Thank you sooo much for reading! Please vote and comment!!! Since I have never really watched the show I did most of my research online. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone with any massive errors I wasn't aware of. I hope you can enjoy despite any potential defects in the real timeline of the show.

A Day Inside

Rain dripped from the ivy-laced eaves of the cottage while the sky outside showed a horizon full of gray, a prediction from above of the day she could expect. She’d been so looking forward to that picnic, even if she’d had to invite Zephyr Breeze along in addition to her animal friends. But her animal friends would all be holed up, cozy and warm in their burrows and nests in a storm like this one.

A long low roll of thunder rumbled through the sky above accompanied by a flash of lightning, making her jump at the unexpected noise and flash.

“That’s a pretty big fright for such a little bit of thunder.” Breeze said as he came out of his room wearing a shit depicting a rather scantily clad anime pony turned so that you could almost see her naughty bits. It was still enough to make Shy turn away and blush.

“What?” Breeze asked, looking confused for a second before he glanced down and realized what was on the shirt he’d just thrown on from a pile at the foot of his bed. “Oh hey. I’m sorry Shy.” He said, stripping the shirt off and tossing it back through the door. “I forgot you don’t like those anime shirts.” He apologized.

Shy was almost flummoxed. Had that talk she’d had with him after that debacle with losing his job at the salon really changed him so much? She wondered. She thought back through the past few weeks. He’d certainly been around more. But he hadn’t bounced around from one thing to another since then either. He’d worked three different for a few days, but they’d all been temporary ones. He had savings to live off of and at least he hadn’t needed to ask their parent’s, or her, for anything.

“I really am getting rid of all those shirts like you wanted.” He said, not realizing the direction of her thoughts as he fluttered his wings and settled them back against his sides with a soft rustle of his sea green feathers. “I must’ve missed that one. It was probably inside out.”

“If you’d just clean-” Shy said, her tone exasperated as she shouldered past him and stuck her head into his room expecting the usual landfill-like mess, but her words were cut short as she saw… nothing. No trash on the floor or the desk. The computer was all neat and set up with the keyboard and mouse nestled there in front of it. The screen saver wasn’t even dirty. In fact, it was rather sweet as it slowly faded through pictures of her, of her and breeze together, and of her with her friends. No piles of dirty clothes littered the floor, only a single small pile of clothes could be seen anywhere, at the end of the bed, a couple of t-shirts and a hat she remembered seeing him wearing a couple of days ago. She had to admit that it did look stylish, even hanging at an angle from the bedpost. And the bed, despite the few clothes on it, was actually made.

“Look Shy,” Breeze was saying, walking behind her with his head lowered in shame. “I’m really trying. I know that I’ve still got a mess on the bed, and the hamper is full, but I’m doing my best.”

“No!” Shy said, whirling and putting a hoof around Breeze’s neck. “You’re doing so good!” She encouraged, motioning around the room. “This is like a paradise compared to the way it was three weeks ago.” She pulled back just a little and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “How could I not have noticed this?” She wondered aloud, releasing him and looking around proudly, missing the way that his face flushed and his eyes went just a bit glazed with pleasure as he raised a hoof to delicately touch where her lips had left a small warm place.

By the time she had turned back, Breeze had gotten himself back in hand and cleared his throat loudly. “Um… what about that picnic we were supposed to have today? I was just feeling a bit hollow around the middle if you know what I mean.”

Shy sighed and shook her head. “I guess it's not going to happen. None of my animal friends will want to come out in this storm.

“Isn’t Angel around here somewhere at least?” Breeze asked, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized that the white bunny indeed wasn’t there.

Shy shook her head. “He’s around here somewhere, but he’s more scared of thunder than me, which is really saying a lot.” She added, giggling slightly.

In a show of perfect timing, the storm outside chose that very moment to send another crack of thunder echoing through the cottage and Shy’s giggle turned into a little startled cry as she sidled over nearer to her little brother.

“Come on.” Breeze said, motioning with his muzzle towards the kitchen. “We can still have a picnic, just the two of us.” He said, smiling.

“That’s silly,” Shy argued, though not as hard as she might have if he’d stayed standing beside her instead of starting in the indicated direction. “But it’s raining outside.” She said, trotting behind to catch up.

“Who says you have to picnic outside?” Breeze asked as he pulled open the fridge and began to remove several ingredients from the shelves and the door.

Shy gave him an amused look and sighed. “If it's not outside then its not a picnic… it's just… dinner; I guess.” She told him, though she was growing less and less averse to the idea as he brought out bowls of vegetables and fruit.

“Picnic fare, picnic fare.” Breeze mumbled to himself as he rummaged in the refrigerator, his rump sticking out of the open door almost comically.

Shy chuckled, her ears twitching in amusement as she watched his tail swish back and forth, at least until she noticed something back there she hadn’t thought about in quite some time. His balls were large and round, almost black in color, an odd contrast to the blue-green fur and feather’s that covered his body. She could see a few hairs there as well, very light, perhaps matching the pale blond of his long flowing mane and tail.

Her eyes were finally torn away when Breeze suddenly pulled his head out of the fridge and turned to set two arm-loads of ingredients on the counter with the fresh fruits and vegetables he’d already pulled out.

He rubbed his hooves together and stuck his tongue out comically as he looked over the myriad of possible ingredients. He could’ve made almost anything with all the bottles, cartons, bags, and seasonings he’d laid out with no seeming rhyme or reason to any of it. He glanced surreptitiously in Shy’s direction one, then twice, before finally she took pity on him and burst out laughing.

“I should have known. You don’t know how to make anything do you?” Shy accused.

He scratched his head with one hoof and shrugged. “Well, I guess I can make a sandwich… which one of these things is bread again?” He asked, grinning sheepishly.

“None!” Shy said, snorting in amusement and exasperation as she rolled her eyes and moved to put on an apron and take a nice sharp pair of knives out of the drawer. “That means that this is a perfect time to bring you up to speed then!” She said, almost sadistically as she crooked a hoof in his direction and pointed at the knife she wasn’t already sharpening for herself. “Now watch me.” She instructed, proceeding to teach him how the sharpening procedure was done.

They worked in the kitchen for the next hour and a half, the time for lunch long passed, though it mattered little as they ate almost as much of what they prepared as ended up in anything they were making. Carrot salad, pea and spinach egg-foo-young, sauteed mushroom po' boys with gravy and cheese, and the final cap that would finish this fabulous picnic, which wasn’t a picnic anymore, was the over-sized deep dish of apple, peach, and plum pie that had taken both of them to get into the oven.

“Whew,” Shy said, dabbing a little sweat from her forehead with the hem of her apron as she bent over to look through the window of the oven, making sure that the pie hadn’t tilted or spilled as they slid it in.

Just as his moment bent over in the fridge had caught Shy’s attention, her leaning over to look into the over caught Breeze’s attention. She was a little sweaty from the kitchen’s heat, so her nether lips were slightly moist and glistening. He’d never really noticed another ponies nethers before, though he, like everyone else, was entirely aware that they were there, all the time, and almost always uncovered. So why was his attention suddenly so riveted on that slightly plump rump and the raised lips that nestled just inside where the cheeks came together into her inner thighs.

“Man I’m hot!” Shy said, breathing out a sigh and standing up, her hoof wiping at her brow again and she turned to smile at Breeze but found him gone.

Well, now that was odd. Hadn’t he been there just a second ago? She thought to herself, glancing out into the main living area. No, no Breeze there.

“Breeze? Zephyr?” She called, moving towards his bedroom door, which she was sure she’d left open earlier. So he must be inside. But why’d he run off? They’d just finished putting the pie in the oven. Now it was time to eat all that wonderful food. “Breeze are you okay?” She asked, knocking softly on the door.

“I’m fine.” Breeze said, his voice quavery and too loud, clearly afraid of something. “Don’t come in. Please.” He continued, his voice higher than normal and faster.

“We were having such a nice time…” Shy said, her voice starting off just about normal but then falling towards a whisper as she wondered desperately what she could’ve done to upset him like this.

“I’ll be okay… in a little bit.” He said, seeming to calm a little now. “Just go ahead and eat… without me.”

“Arg!” He thought to himself, standing just on the other side of the door, which had no locks. This had been such a stupid idea, he berated himself again as he realized he was about to make a much bigger mess than he’d wanted to, in more ways than one.

He looked down at almost ten inches of erect cock that was decidedly inconvenient to deal with while it waved back and forth like some sort of war club between his legs. It throbbed and was leaking a steady series of viscous drops from its tip which fell onto his waiting hoof, so at least he wasn’t leaving a little puddle of precum on the floor for her to find later.

Now that Shy had gone quiet, he hoped she might just go back over to the table and sit down to eat. Maybe then she’d be far enough away for this problem to solve itself, but he had no such luck. Just about the time that he was picking up the first convenient thing, a familiar shirt that he’d just discarded on the floor, and began to clean the fluid from his hoof and then pressed it to the tip of his dick to stop any spillage, at that moment the fabric rubbed against the swollen head sending a jolt of half pleasurable sensation jolting into his lower body and he drew in a hissing gasp involuntarily.

“I heard that.” Shy said, her voice now far too worried for Breeze’s liking. “Did you cut yourself and now your too embarrassed to ask for help?” She said, barging through the door before he could ever have had a chance to intercept her.

Their eyes met as Shy stopped only two steps inside the door, whatever words she’d been about to say on the subject of first aid, most likely, forgotten as her eyes darted to the rather large issue at hoof, or at least it seemed to be at hoof at any rate.

Breeze was blushing like a beet as his eyes shifted to see what was currently in Shy’d direct line of sight. And what met his gaze was perhaps the worst possible thing it could’ve been. The shirt he’d picked up to catch his sexual fluid was the same one he’d discarded earlier. The one with the half-dressed anime pony on its front, her tail half raised and just barely shown covering her own rear opening. But the worst part wasn’t even that. It was that, by some horrible coincidence, he’d managed to press the shirt against himself in just such a way as to make it appear as if he were rubbing his erection across the image’s rump intentionally.

“Oh… my…” Shy said, her cheeks flushing crimson as her eyes darted to look anywhere but at the scandalous scene before her.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Breeze said, throwing the shirt into a corner of the room, though that just exposed his still rather large problem completely to his sister, who went even redder and turned to flee the room.

Breeze took three quick steps forward without thinking, desperate to somehow fix this, to make it right. “Shy; wait.” He said, putting a restraining hoof on her shoulder.

She spun, unexpectedly and pulled her arm away. “Why were you doing that?” She asked, her demeanor going from avoidance to confrontation quite suddenly. But at least she wasn’t trying to run away again.

Breeze steeled himself, adjusting to stand where his continued erection wasn’t quite so obvious. “I was trying to get rid of this problem.” He said, shifting from hoof to hoof nervously as he kept hoping that the problem would just fade away. “I was just trying to keep myself from making a mess on the floor. It wasn’t what it looked like. That shirt was just the only rag near to hoof.” He explained quickly.

“But why are you having this… uh…” She blushed and pointed, though she looked away. “Was it that stupid anime shirt?”

“That’s what you're mad about?” Breeze asked, barely keeping himself from laughing. “No. It was…” He swallowed audibly and sighed. “It was you, sis.” He said, looking away guiltily.

“That’s ridiculous.” Shy said. “You’ve seen every side of me Breeze… Why would now be any different?”

“Well…” He said, that sheepish look getting oh so much worse as he kicked the floor with his hooves and refused to meet her eyes.

“Well; what?” Shy asked; her hooves on her hips. “What is the big secret Breeze? Just spill it already.”

“I sort of switched out your calendar.” He finally said, his shoulder’s slumped in dejection. “I honestly didn’t know how it would be.” He said, but Fluttershy’s look of confusion stopped any further excuses.

“What calendar Zephyr? I don’t even have any calendars in the house except-” She stopped, looking sideways at him, down at his problem which was indeed leaking small droplets of clear fluid from its tip onto the floor, then back up to meet his eyes, hers going wide as she realized the only calendar he could have changed. “Breeze? Tell me you didn’t switch my pill calendar?” She said, closing her eyes in exasperation.

“I didn’t know it would be like this.” He said, his eyes sorrowful. “Nobody tells us that girls being in season can do… well…” he sighed and shifted his back legs uncomfortably, the hard shaft swaying and jostling against his legs as he moved. “And now it won’t go down.”

“Of course it won’t.” She said. “And you’re going to have to leave the house for the next week if you want it to go down at all.” She added. “But first you're going to tell me why in Equestria you did that in the first place.”

“I can’t tell you.” He said, blushing and turning his face away.

Shy gritted her teeth and growled at him in aggravation. “So you tricked me. Same old Zephyr huh? Just more fun for you at whatever cost to others right?” She said, her hooves on her hips as she began another lecture even though she knew how little good it was really likely to do.

Breeze’s shoulders slumped and he took a couple of steps forward as he listened to Shy’s voice, ignoring the words and just listening to the underlying care and devotion that she put into even this speech, the hundredth, or maybe thousandth, that she’d delivered. Yet she delivered it with the same care that had always let him rely on her. That had made him fall in love with her.

Then he was suddenly kissing her, his lips pressing against hers as his hooves curled around her sides and drew her unresisting body against his while she was simply too surprised to respond in any way.

Her mind was reeling. Was he really affected this much by her scent? It wasn’t that bad yet, perhaps only a few hours since she’d started her heat, not even strong enough that she’d caught the scent yet herself. Yet… the kiss. Wasn’t it wrong? It didn’t feel wrong as she let it go on, her eyes closing and her body starting to just melt into his warm embrace. She was just starting to kiss him back, their lips parting and their tongues touched, which instantly brought her up short as she realized that her tongue was in her brother’s mouth.

She pushed him back, breaking the kiss. “No; what are you doing? You’re my brother!” She said, trying to turn away again, but his surprisingly strong arms were still around her and he restrained her, though he didn’t attempt to force another kiss.

“I love you Shy. You’re the only pony whose really been there for me through everything. So caring and understanding, supportive even when I probably didn’t deserve support… no; when I know I didn’t deserve it. Even when I tried to drive you away you were there for me. You love me too. I know you do.” He said, all of this tumbling out as if a dam inside him had burst and let it all come rushing down from his brain and out into the world. “I could’ve gotten my own place over a year ago.” He continued. “But even when I was still being a burden and so self-absorbed… you didn’t even think about telling me to leave. When I left the salon… it was because I’d decided what I really want to do for the rest of my life… be with you. I want to be with you.”

Shy’s heart was racing and her eyes were damp with dewy emotional tears as she listened to this heartfelt declaration. Her mind wanted to rebel, to tell him that this was all wrong, that he’d misread things somehow, but hearing him describe her through his eyes, she wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t right. Even when she’d been at her most frustrated and upset with him, she’d still carved out a place in her life and her heart just for him. She certainly didn’t see any other stallions that she’d invited to live in her home. A bunny, a few birds, but no lovers, no boyfriends. And now she was wondering if maybe… maybe she’d been saving herself… for this?

She shook her head, though this time she didn’t seem so sure. “Why did you change my calendar though Breeze?”

“I didn’t know it would be like this…” He said, his tone so sorrowful and apologetic that she couldn’t believe he wasn’t being sincere. He’d made a mistake, yes, but was that his fault? Who’d taught her about boy stuff? Nobody. The ponies of Equestria were very PG with each other. They didn’t talk openly about these things, not even with their children, and talking about breeding and reproduction online was entirely out of the question.

“I heard it at the salon… a while back.” He began. “The mares that come in forget that we’re even there half the time, or at least they think that we’re like their girlfriends or maybe just in on the joke, so to speak, so they don’t censor themselves around us the way they do out on the street.” He explained. “And they were saying that they were always feeling more receptive and open to new experiences when they were coming into season.” He went on. “So I thought that I’d wait until you were coming into season before I told you how I felt. But you never did! I didn’t even know everypony was taking pills to stop from going into season until then, and looking online provided no information about what being in season was. So I just switched your calendar with one just like it that I ordered online. I figured one week wouldn’t be so bad.” He finished.

“Oh Breeze,” Shy said, hugging him back and putting her muzzle against his neck. “Someone should have explained all this to you a long time ago.” She blushed and pulled back. “Being in season means that a girl pony is ready to make foals with a boy pony.” She explained, her face reddening.

“I know that much.” Breeze said, blushing himself. “I just didn’t know that it would make you smell… like… like… that.” He said, looking down towards her stomach, which was still pressed up against him while he held her.

Shy’s face heated now even further. “What would we tell people Breeze? How would we explain?”

“They would never ask. You know that. Oh, they might talk behind our backs, but I think they already do that. We’ve lived together, basically alone, for years now. You don’t date. Ponies have noticed.” Breeze pointed out as gently as he could, stroking her lovely pink forelock with a hoof as spoke.

Shy was acutely aware of a pressing issue that was still between them. A quite physical one, and now she could feel it against her belly, the hard length of it, the moisture from its tip gathering in the fur on her stomach. She was so turned on right now by his sincerity, and careless loving touch, and most of all by the feeling of his racing heartbeat that she could feel pulsing through the flesh of his cock trapped between them. “Is this what you really want Breeze? You’ve never been good at choosing something and sticking with it before. But this isn’t something you can just walk away from like pottery or winemaking.” She told him, still doing her best to hold back, not even because she didn’t want him in that way but because all of the little barbs that were stuck in her brain, the ones that had taught them not to want this between brothers and sisters.

Yes, nobody talked about it openly, but they grew up hearing and seeing those little barbs. A film with a foal born deformed or disabled and ponies would say “his parents must have been cousins.” Or they'd see somepony on the playground at school who was clumsy and uncoordinated and their friends would whisper, “that ponies mom and dad must have had a family tree that didn’t branch much”.

It was these things, over a lifetime, that had driven a taboo into place in her brain, and it wasn’t to be dislodged so easily. Yet she felt that taboo slipping away more and more with every caress of his hoof and every soft nuzzle from his muzzle.

“I do!” He said, breaking their hug and hurrying over to a small stack of printouts that had sat trapped under his keyboard. They’d been so neatly placed there that she’d barely even noticed their presence in her shock at the clean condition of his room. But she still barely noticed now too and a funny little sad feeling washed through her as his warm embrace left her feeling slightly chilled as she stood there alone. As if she’d just been left out in the cold.

But she was distracted from that feeling of loss when he shoved the papers into her hoof and smiled at her brilliantly. “It's all ours.” He said as she looked over the papers with absolute shock.

The top paper was a map with an overhead view of a huge stretch of land located just north of the unicorn range. She recognized the rolling green hills and the foothills bordering the land on the south before rising up to the snow-capped peaks. A parcel of land which had to span more than twenty thousand acres of the wilderness had been marked with a boundary line in red. The next paper verified what that boundary line was supposed to mean. This was a large survey map that had been printed on too small a piece of paper. The details were hard to make out, but the meaning was clear. It marked a very large piece of property that had been labeled with large block letters as “Shy Breeze Nature Preserve” with a much smaller, but still substantial, plot of land at the far eastern corner as close to Ponyville as it could be. This was marked with a much smaller but still readable legend that read “Shy Breeze Exotic Animal Ranch.”

She flipped through the rest of the papers, her eyes going huge with astonishment. A license to raise and keep exotic animals. A deed for each of the two pieces of land, both in the names of Fluttershy and Zephyr Breeze.

“You don’t even have to give up the cottage. If you don’t want to actually live on the Ranch. It’s only a ten-minute flight over the mountains from here and maybe twenty from downtown Ponyville.” Breeze explained excitedly. “I thought you might want to expand the animal sanctuary idea. There is still a whole world of animals out there that need you.”

His words were cut off and he stumbled a bit as she threw her hooves around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, the neck, and the lips in quick succession before pulling back, smiling so brightly that he really wondered if the clouds outside might not have just been dispersed away from the cottage in a radius of several miles.

“How did you do this?” Shy asked, her hooves wrapped around his neck as his went around her sides and met at her lower back, supporting her weight as she leaned back into his strong hooves so she could look him in the eyes. “It must have cost… well; I don’t know but a lot. Where did it all come from?”

“Well.” Breeze said, making a little coughing sound. “That’s all because of you too.” He said, blushing. “I was making great tips at the salon, and I barely needed any of it to pay my normal expenses since you never asked me to pay rent or anything. So I had rather a lot of money and nothing to do with it. It seemed pointless to just let it sit around, so I invested it a little at a time into a really new company. Or at least it was new about three years ago. Ponyflix. It's really big in the cities. Manehatten, Vanhoover, Baltimare, anywhere really. It's not so big in Ponyville just yet, but not many ponies here have ever bothered with much technology and such. Its all the magic in the air around the royals I think.” He shrugged. “Anyway. I made a few million bits after about eight months, so I hired a consulting firm out of Los Pegasus and they put everything into some computer manufacturer called Cutie Mark that is starting to really take off. Music players, hoof held phones.” He chuckled. “Anyway. I don’t really need to do… anything… anymore. Except what I finally decided was really important.”

“And what was that? What is really important to you Breeze?” Shy asked, her lips quivering with barely contained emotions. Her advice had really worked. He’d not only done better; He’d done it all. Somehow, her little brother; her crazy headed, slacker, wonderfully imaginative brother, had gone out and really made the world work for him instead of the other way around.

“Stay at home dad.” He said as he leaned forward, and kissed her again.

This time she forgot all thoughts of resisting. He’d earned her respect and he'd always had her love. As much as she always doubted that he’d ever change, even with all that she’d seen in his heart, she’d despaired for him, but now? He’d changed over and more. He’d made something grand and beautiful, and he’d done it all for her.

She melted into his embrace, her mouth opening and welcoming his gentle caressing tongue as they explored each other with hooves, mouths, and breaths. They breathed the same breath between them in increasingly needful gasps. As she found herself moving backward, leading and pulling him step by step towards the bed that sat behind her, the papers, forgotten for the moment, drifted from her hooves and fluttered to the floor behind his back.

The back of her knees struck the edge of the bed and she fell backward with him rolling them onto their sides as they went, so he wouldn’t hurt her by accident with his weight. They continued to kiss and fondle one another, her hoof reaching down and exploring the feel of that hard throbbing part of him that had been pressed up against her twice now. She found that she really could feel the thundering of his excited heartbeat racing along the veins, making them seem to pulse against her skin.

He rolled her onto her back again, his body moving between her knees, spreading her open as he dropped to his own knees between her legs and then looked up the line of her body between the slight swelling of her young unmilked breasts. The nipple of her right breast glistened slightly with the moisture that had been leaking out onto her all that time in his embrace, and they were like little stones poking out in her aroused state.

He leaned forward and rubbed his muzzle firmly up the inside of her right thigh, his lips nibbling and teasing her there as he followed his instincts into a realm of the unknown. But Shy knew better and pushed his head away, closing her legs and rolling over to stand. “No, not like that.” She said, breathing in pants. “Wait here. Just wait.” She said, her legs shaking a little as she did a little jog-walk to the door and out into the living room.

After a minute she was back, and he could smell the slight odor of fresh urine now mixed with a much heavier smell of her newly arrived heat. And though he hadn’t thought it possible, his cock began to throb and ache even more than it had before. She had a small book in her mouth with a bright yellow cover that had clearly been well-thumbed. The book looked as if she’d either bought it used or had it for years. She went over and sat it on the bed next to him before speaking, her voice having picked up a note of that old shyness that she had around most people but had rarely needed to show with him.

He looked down at the dingy yellow cover and read the book's title. “Abandoning Instinct, a young ponies guide to sex and sexuality.”

“Oh.” He said, blushing himself now. “I didn’t know you had a book like that.” He admitted.

“Mom gave it to me the first time I came into season.” Shy explained. “I wanted to show it to you because I… I didn’t want you to think I knew any of this from experience.” She blurted. “I’ve never been with anypony before.” She admitted. “So when I know something like… that nibbling at a girl in heat’s thighs is a stallion's first instinct, it isn’t because I’ve been through it. It's just because I read this book… a lot…” She said, then added. “And it also isn’t something you do unless you want the girl to pee on you.” She said, unable to stifle a small giggle as he blinked and gave her a completely baffled look.

“What you did is called teasing, and its perfectly natural and normal to want to do that to see if I’m receptive to your advances. Its all just leftover programming from our evolutionary past, the age of wild ponies who banged rocks together to make fire and could barely whinny and grunt at one another for communication.” She explained. “Didn’t dad ever give you something like this but for boys?”

Breeze shook his head. “When I was fifteen he let me accidentally find his stash of Hot Hoof and Mouth magazine and then told me about taking care of my urges in private, but that was pretty much the extent of it.” He explained, blushing furiously red at even the reference to masturbation.

“Well,” She said, pushing the book off to the side and sitting her rear back up on the bed, waggling her hoof at him to come to her as she spread her legs and reached out to pull him into her embrace once more. “Then let me show you how to use another type of oven now.” She said as he slid between her thighs, his hard erection sliding up her thigh and onto her stomach as she wrapped her hooves around his neck and pulled him in for a whole new round of passionate kissing and fondling.

“Down,” she said after many long minutes of passion had heated her body and left her almost thrumming from desire and need. “You’ve preheated the oven, now you need to make sure it's ready to be filled. Make sure it's nice and clean.” She told him as he knelt down and took another long deep breath, this time almost choking on the flooded smell of spices, copper, and still just that tiny bit of urine.

“It smells wonderful.” He admitted. “But there is a little smell of pee. Is it okay? You don't think I’m disgusting?” He asked, worried.

“That's why you're supposed to clean it up.” She said, her tone husky and deep as she wiggled her butt in a way that made him throb with desire for her. “And if you do a really good job; I’ll even show you how to fill it up with a nice creampie when you’re finished.” She told him with a shiver of anticipation and delight. The word was so naughty. Creampie. Just another word, until now. Now it made her feel sexy and dirty in all the right ways while her brother pressed his muzzle tight up against her dripping hot box and began to lap up all the spilled juices and, yes, even a bit of her pungent heat infused urine.

She cried out the first time that his tongue flicked out and penetrated her, her hooves grasping at his head, clutching his long soft ears as eight inches of thick muscled tongue dipped inside her and came out dripping with her nectar like the beak of a hummingbird opening up the flower. Her hips rocked forward, unconsciously trying to sink him ever deeper inside. This continued for some unfathomable time, lost in the sounds of rapid breathing and tender caresses. His lapping tongue increased its pace and his lip began to bump and rub against that silky nub of flesh that winked out every few seconds.

Her body began to shudder as his efforts pushed her over the edge that she’d been so lost in pleasure that she hadn’t even seen coming. Her hips locked in an upward thrust as her back bent, her head shaking back and forth as a cry of ecstasy came from her lips in bursts, the orgasm so intense that her muscles wouldn’t allow a single continuous moan.

“Oh Breeze, I need you inside me.” She cried out suddenly, trying to almost drag him up her body by her grip on his wonderful, delicate, soft ears.

Breeze was more than willing to oblige, barely even noticing the tugging on his ears over the throbbing need that had settled into not only his member but now seemed to be clenching his balls up against him with every throbbing tug of his body. “Go slow. Go slow.” He reminded himself, like a mantra. But it was nothing like his hoof in the shower, which was the closest he’d thought to what it must feel like inside a hot filly. It was nothing like that.

His flesh was engulfed in hot velveteen heat that didn’t just wash over him but wrapped him, caressed every hard hot inch that he could offer, and poured heat through his skin in almost palpable pulses while her muscles, still caught in the midst of her orgasm, rippled along his shaft as if not just inviting him inside but pulling him in, directing him to just where he was most wanted by her body as her legs wrapped around his ass and pulled him hard into her until every single bit of him was hilted and his balls splashed lightly in the slick of glistening juices that were running out of her.

“I… I can’t…” He almost wept as he realized that nothing he’d ever done to himself or even imagined being done to him could ever have compared with this feeling. “I’m sorry Shy,” he said as he shuddered and bucked forward, again and again, feeling the tip of his cock flare up and seal itself inside her, leaving the bursting flood of his cum only one place to go.

No climax had been like this for him before. The feeling of her body wrapping him, holding him, milking every thrust for its maximum, as if her pussy simply couldn’t get filled enough. Yet his body too wanted to appease this goddess beneath him and continued to spurt over and over again until he could feel the pressure of his own cum pushing against him. There was a moment of silence as their breath caught at the same time, when he couldn’t pull back to relieve the pressure and she was so lost in the wave of a second orgasm coming right on the heels of the first that she couldn’t have loosened the grip around his hips if she’d wanted too. And from inside her there came a sound of several long hollow liquid gurgling sounds as his seed forced its way through her cervix and flowed to fill her eager fertile womb.

“Kiss me please.” Shy said, pulling Breeze down on top of her, her hooves moving down from his abused ears to the back of his neck as his hips continued to shiver and his hard shaft continued to twitch and spill just a little more of him inside.

He obliged, their lips sealing together as they embraced and he allowed a bit more of his weight to settle down atop her, pressing her just a little further into the mattress as they both enjoyed each other's touch and closeness, looking into each other's eyes soulfully and with so much love and affection that words would have been superfluous.

Timing, however, was everything, even in the world where they were currently lost together, and they’d both entirely forgotten about the pie that they’d left baking in the oven. So they both jumped like children caught playing naughty doctor in the neighbor's backyard when the timer Shy had set started buzzing in the other room.

Shy was so startled that when her body clenched, it sent a little jet of juices, a mixture of his and hers, squirting out from around his now slowly shrinking erection. But neither of them noticed what a mess they were making of his bed as they both realized what the noise was and that they had both turned to look towards the source of the noise with surprised and startled expressions.

“I should go get that.” Shy said, her voice only a little breathless now and her lips curled up in a smile that told him everything he could ever have wanted to know about how she felt about this first, and in his opinion botched attempt at making love to her. So even when the urge came, he stopped himself from apologizing again as he slowly withdrew himself from inside her with a small sloppy wet sound.

“I’ll get you a towel.” Breeze said, realizing just how much of him was beginning to leak from between her legs now that there was none of him keeping it in.

Shy giggled. “Just pass me that shirt.” She pointed at the already ruined anime pony shirt that had somehow ended up starting this whole thing off.

“I’ll always remember the magic of this thing.” He said, sighing and passing the shirt over to her with a small grin.

She took the shirt with a mock frown that she really did try to make look serious, but she rather failed at it. She was just too full of happy energy. As if he’d filled her up with vitality as well as his spunk. “What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, holding the shirt between her thighs as she stood up and felt what seemed like a gallon of sticky fluid coming out of her. Despite how it felt though, most of that fluid didn’t go anywhere. But it was enough to ruin the shirt good and proper as she wiped away at least some of what was running down her legs.

She balled the shirt up and carried it with her towards the door. “Come on.” She said, looking back over her shoulder as she went. “You helped put this pie in the oven, now you have to help take it out.” She told him.

Breeze nodded and hurried to follow, his penis now finally having been sated, for the moment, having slid back into his sheath and stopped its constant throbbing. Of course, now his balls felt like they were suddenly about half a pound lighter, but then they probably were. But at least the retraction of his sex made it easier for him to trot up behind her and follow as she led the way into the kitchen.

Shy threw the shirt in the trash and they took the pie from the oven together, their hooves covered in two sets of oven mitts, then cleaned themselves up a bit from the sink before sitting down at the table where the food they’d made for lunch was still sitting there waiting. A little bit cold perhaps, but still delicious. And, as it turned out, they were both ravenous, but not just for food. They couldn’t even manage to stay on opposite sides of the table while they ate, each of them scooting their chairs around, closer and closer as if they were each just trying to get a bit more comfortable, until they sat shoulder to shoulder and body to body, feeding one another bits of mushroom sandwich that dripped with cold but delicious gravy.

When they were done eating salad and sandwiches Shy gave Breeze’s thigh a little stroke as she smiled and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. “Maybe we should see about that pie while it’s still warm?” She suggested, rising and turning to the kitchen.

“Okay. Hot pie does sound pretty good.” Breeze said in a happy anticipatory voice as Shy went about getting the pie knife from the drawer and moving over to the counter where the pie had been sat on a rack to cool. It was still hot, as she leaned over to check it, testing it by slipping the tip of her knife into the filling and then checking how hot the knife was when it came out. Piping hot, but not scalding, she found, smiling.

She didn’t hear the sound of approaching hooves from behind her until she felt herself pressed suddenly, though gently, up against the edge of the counter, a firm announcement of her brother’s intentions bumping up against the base of her tail as he pressed his renewed erection between them, his hooves wrapping around, each one caressing one of her small unmilked breasts.

“Do you want more pie?” He whispered into her ear as he pulled her back against him and at the same time pressed her forward, bending her over the counter, her nose now almost touching the sweet runny trails of filling that had bubbled up and over the buttery lattice of the crust. She couldn’t help but notice how much like her own thick juices those trails of sweet looked. She glanced back over her shoulder with a look of lust, love, and invitation, making sure he was looking as she shoved her hoof into the pie, bathing it in thick sweet juice, moaning at the heat of it, not enough to scald or burn, but hot enough to bring a throbbing response from her nerves as she began to lasciviously lick at her hoof, slowly cleaning the pie juice from it while she half closed her eyes and began to moan.

With this clear agreement, and glazed eyes that couldn’t stop watching as his sister licked and suckled her hoof covered in sticky juice, he leaned in and grabbed the base of his cock, pushing it down between her legs, which were still so slick and wet that there was simply no resistance at all when his head found her opening. He slid inside with a small squelching sound as he slowly stroked into her, this time, with his greatest need fulfilled, able to exert at least some modicum of control over himself. Not too much, but enough to keep from disappointing himself again.

“Um…” He moaned as his big heavy balls settled up against the wildly winking flesh of her hot red pussy. She dipped her hoof into the pie again and this time stuffed the entire thing into her mouth, some of the juices going in to be lapped up by her big, pink, slick, tongue, while most ran down her muzzle in the most fantastically erotic way… at that moment he knew that he would never be able to look at pie in the same way again.

He thrust himself hard into her and she moaned around a mouthful of hot sticky hoof as he began to move his hips in rhythm, one hoof remaining firmly around her hips while the other was used to gain leverage against the counter to push back before ramming forward again, a full six inch stroke with each motion accompanied by the slight plop of his balls hitting wet flesh as he hilted into her again and again. Her moans around the sticky juice covered hoof grew louder and so much more sensual as she pulled her hoof free and almost sightlessly jammed it back into the hot, wet pie. This time it came out with small bits of apple and peach stuck to it, and she raised it up to his lips as he filled her up, again, thrust after thrust, his breath coming in rapid gasps and pants of pleasure as her hips twitched downward, pushing him inside her harder and faster.

“Don’t… you… love… my… pie?” She asked, each word a stroke of him filling her as she pressed her hoof up against his lips, pressing, pushing, wanting to fill him even as he was filling her.

“Oh fuck yes!” He said, but only once before he engulfed her whole hoof with his muzzle, feeling the hot sweet sticky filling of her pie slide across his lips, down his tongue, across the roof of his mouth. He moaned and joined her in savoring every feeling, every taste, every thrust of her inside his mouth and him inside her pussy as they rocked together making nothing so much as words any longer but pure animal noises of lust. Grunting and whinnying as they coupled like good beasts drunk on ground fall apples.

A long loud, especially high pitched whinny was torn from Shy’s throat as she came for second time in the last hour, but it was cut off as she found her muzzle pushed into the pie in front of her when she lost full control over her shivering muscles. It wasn’t rammed in or anything, just rested there in the mass of mashed filling and crust, and even as her orgasm crashed through her body, she found herself hungrily lapping at the pie, filling up her mouth with however much she could get with her long dexterous tongue.

Breeze, for his part, only had time to be disappointed for a moment when her sticky sweet hoof left his mouth and wrapped around the pie plate in front of her as her whole body bucked and the muscles of her hot wet oven slammed down around his cock like it was lined with grasping fingers determined to make him cum. And this time he almost managed not to, wanting to give her the coveted multiple orgasms, but the sight of her clutching that pie plate with her muzzle buried halfway into it and lapping up juice that poured out of her muzzle in wet sticky streams as she tried to keep them all in with just her tongue. It was just too much for his pleasure filled body and mind to take.

Since she’d already been more than properly filled once, Shy’s body had only one place that this new explosion of hot fertile cum could possibly go. Back and out. The fresh flood finished filling her to the brim by the third long hard spasm of her brother’s cock and then began to run down her thighs and squirt out between the lips of her pussy, painting her stallion’s hot round balls with his own thick fertile seed.

Her long pink tail was up and held to the side like a flag of surrender as he came like the rutting beast that she’d been so turned on thinking about as he fucked her. Soon the combination of their two orgasms together, feeding off one another, had her unable to even lap at the pie but only cry out in wordless pleasure over and over again as the shuddering waves slammed through her body like a tide, each time growing weaker but longer, as if her muscles were trying to hold onto that pleasure for as long as possible.

A few minutes later, they found themselves panting and gasping, lying collapsed together on the floor of the cottage kitchen, their bodies covered in sweat, pie, and an amount of cum that almost boggled the mind of both participants, given that they’d simply fallen into the spilled puddle beneath them when their bodies had grown too exhausted to continue.

They both could care less though how covered in each other's bodily fluids they were, they were too busy trying to show each other just how much love could exist in one small kitchen and between two ponies to be concerned by such simple trivialities. Apparently, they were also far too distracted with the pursuit of their love to notice the form of one very, very, startled rabbit who’d come out of hiding to see what all the commotion was about. As he realized that the show was coming to an end he turned and scampered away before the couple could notice that he’d just spent the last ten minutes watching them from the doorway into Fluttershy’s bedroom where he’d been hiding beneath her bed from the thunder, which had abated some time ago.

He should probably give his best friend a little time to herself for a day, or two. Angel decided as he headed for the little bunny door that Shy had installed for him. It suddenly seemed like a very good day to have a pleasant hop into the forest. Maybe off in the direction of where that young bunny Dewdrop had made her den last spring. And really, he didn’t mind the kids. At least when he knew they were his.

A few minutes later, the pair of lovers managed to regain their senses and a bit of sense as well before their entire bodies became stuck together from the sticky mess. They both helped to quickly clean up with Breeze mopping up the floor while Shy cleaned up the counter and wrapped up what could be salvaged of the rather badly damaged pie.

“If you want hot water, we’re going to have to share the shower.” Shy said as she put up the last of the leftovers and turned towards the bathing room. “But try to keep calm for a bit. I’m a little sore after that wonderful pie.” She said, smiling at him.

They did manage to shower without getting too involved, though there was still a rather lot of helpful scrubbing of each other that may have gone on a bit longer than was strictly necessary, but by the time they were done, they were both so relaxed and loose that all they really wanted to do was lay down in front of a warm fire and… do something together.

“What should we do?” Shy asked, stretching out on the heavy woolen rug while Breeze lit the fire. “I could read to you.” Breeze said, glancing over at the bookshelf that was filled mostly with books on animals of nearly every variety. “Or…” he paused, looking thoughtful. “I could show you what that Ponyflix thing is all about.” He said. “I just got the projector they sent me the other day and I’ve been dying to see it for myself.”

“Oh? You’ve never actually seen it?” Shy asked, surprised.

“Well no, but I’ve read all about it.” He said, a little defensively, though not much. “You know how we have the movie theater in Ponyville?” Shy nodded. “Well inside the room where the light comes out, there’s a projector.” He explained. “Give me a second. I’ll show you.” He told her, then disappeared into his bedroom again where she heard him begin making rather a lot of racket as he dug something out of his closet.

He appeared a few minutes later dragging a large wooden box that had been sat on a wooden wagon about the size of a side table. The projector itself, assuming that’s what it was, was slightly taller than a pony and looked rather heavy with its large round metal and glass eye sticking out of the front of the things wooden body.

“I’ll use the big wall over there since its a nice shade of cream that won’t show much in the dark.” Breeze said, grinning as he turned the projector towards the wall to the right of the fireplace. “So this is very similar to what you’d find in the theater’s projector room, but not the same really because this projector doesn’t need more than one film reel. It has a magic reel that lets you view any movie that's been added to the magic Ponyflix vault!” He said, smiling broadly as he flicked on the projector with his nose and bright light poured out to create a large projection in black and white on the cream colored wall.

In the picture, which looked motionless at the moment, there were several small rectangular frames which contained pictures of their own as well as what Shy guessed must be titles for the movies they represented just below them. “WOW!” She marveled, awed at even having a movie projector in her own little house at all, much less some sort of magic one. “That’s amazing Breeze!” She gushed. “How did you even find out about this?”

“Honestly? A traveling salesman.” He admitted. “The company that makes the projectors were trying to get enough sales to build their library of titles and I was cutting the hair of one of the salesmen in the salon who was complaining to me that their product wouldn’t work properly anywhere within twenty miles of the castle.” He explained. “When I asked him what it was, and he explained it, I asked him how I would invest. Not how to buy one or two projectors, but to invest a large sum of bits that I’d saved up for a rainy day.” He shrugged. “You will note that it is now raining.” He said, smiling a winning smile as he gave her a wink and drew her attention back to the projected screen. “So what would you like?”

They picked a title called West Pasture Story, about a filly who falls for a stallion from the wrong side of the fence. It was quite the musical extravaganza and even most of the more violent fight scenes were done with little more than a shake of the mane, a wiggle of the tail, some fancy hoof-work, and an upbeat song. And by the end, they were both laughing and cuddling together with Shy curled up against Breeze’s chest. One of his hooves was draped over her withers and gently stroking her side. By the time the film was over, the projector seemed to have run out of whatever light source powered it and Breeze just left it to put away later since there was little sunlight to be gathered now, especially as night had somehow snuck up on them and left it dark as well as stormy outside.

“Will you come to bed with me Love?” Shy asked, her voice so low and hesitant that Breeze was more than a little surprised at this sudden turn.

“Of course.” He said, nipping at her ear a little. “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve already done it twice now and I really do think I can do better next time.”

Shy blushed and shook her head. “Not that.” She corrected gently. “I mean really to bed. To sleep; actually sleep, not just to make love but to be there if the thunder wakes me up in the middle of the night, to tell me that it's okay. Will you be there for that? Because that is a promise that means so much more than what we did earlier.” She told him, looking down at her hooves as if she couldn’t risk meeting his eyes and seeing some form of rejection there. So many boys had only wanted that but without the rest. Without the promise of a life of love and caring and being there for each other. “I risked giving you my body…” She continued softly, “will you give me your future?”