Chapters Weeks went by since Zephyr Breeze came under the influence of a love potion, and while its effects had mostly worn off, he'd found himself still smitten with Lightning Dust. For her part she'd stayed by his side, uncertain of her own feelings, but refused to meet his parents or sister, let-alone be seen in public with him. At least her broken wing had almost fully mended by now.
She reclined in his bed with a low whinny, arcing her back while he thrust into her. Creaks sounded, and the room shook, his humps born of desperation like he feared she'd abandon him. And despite how unexpectedly wonderful the sex was, she'd often considered it; she was confused why she'd ever given him a chance to begin with? He certainly wasn't her type. Maybe she was lonelier and emptier than she wished to admit; her teammates in the Washouts certainly did nothing for her.
She wrapped all her limbs around him, losing herself to the moment. Perspiration rolled down their skin and matted their coats, their manes now unkempt messes. She caressed his cheek with a forehoof, tracing the bristles on his chin. “You look a lot better with that silly hipster bun down,” she admitted between huffs. “Almost...kinda...handsome.”
“Thanks, Lightning!” He loomed over her, once lanky limbs now packed with well-toned muscle. “I love you!”
“...sure.” Her head turned to one side, still not entirely sure how it had come to this. The day when he'd crashed into her and taken her was a jumbled blur, her cheeks burning at an ambivalent memory which made her moisten and tighten around his shaft while it pounded into her hot pink canal. Her teats bounced, and her asshole puckered, while she chewed her lower lip.
“I-I'm close honey,” he called still convinced she'd eventually settle down with him someday.
“Go ahead and do it inside if you want,” she murmured. She'd flat out lied to him, pretending that she'd discovered she was sterile to his disappointment, but in truth she'd hastily sought out a contraceptive potion the first time he came inside her; no way was she about to throw away a body she'd worked so hard for and her career to settle down with some stallion!
“H-here it cums!” He laughed with a snort at his own terrible pun, his nostrils flaring when he sheathed himself balls deep into her with a particularly rough thrust which made his flare smash against her cervix. The tip penetrated all the way into her womb, and she winced, convinced he'd done so intentionally like many times before despite her asking him not to.
He was still hoping that if he flooded her uterus directly with foalbatter his sperm would finally inseminate the eggs that were soon rolling in a torrent of his sticky, virile splooge. Violent sprays painted her inner, slippery walls, which contracted in a welcoming manner, her flesh responding to him despite all the doubts racing through her mind.
“Mmm-mmph,” she whined closing her eyes when her pussy loosed its own floodgates upon his crotch. Her sticky squirts painted him, drenching and dripping down his testicles and over her anal ring, leaving a puddle that would no doubt ruin another pair of sheets. However this always made him beam with pride, to know he'd satisfied his chosen mare!
He heaved, still locked in her, enjoying the way her hindlegs reflexively kicked when she rode out her climax. His hoof brushed her messy bright mane, smoothing over a cheek. “Marry me,” he asked like many times before.
“...I can't,” she finally managed to reply once her nethers stopped quaking. “I mean, the sex is pretty good, but...I just don't have any real feelings for you beyond that. I'm sorry.” She pulled him out of her with a pop, barely noticing the gape of her well-used cunt anymore, or the warm mixture of feminine and masculine juices oozing out of it.
He attempted to cuddle with her and she rolled over, drawing away from him. Every time he drew closer, she wormed further away, until she dropped to the floorboards with a thud. “I'm out of here.” She shook herself off and considered where the closest river was so she could wash herself off. Sure, she could use his shower, but he'd be all over her again. “See you around, I guess.” She spread her plume and sailed out the open window, only able to glide in her current state.
*****
“It's not fair. I've tried so hard,” whined Zephyr to himself who sat huddled in his messy bed with his head bowed. Despite all his attempts he'd failed to make any real progress. She'd never wed him, or bear his foals. Sure, he could always try and go back to Rainbow Dash, but she seemed second-rate to him now. No, Lightning Dust was his conquest, his prize to be won!
But how? His usual masculine charm bore no fruit. This would require more...extreme measures. It seemed like every time an unorthodox solution was required, Zecora's hut came into play. Or to be more accurate the potions she concocted inside.
Granted she'd never simply give them away, not so much because of the money, but more since they could be used in all kinds of questionable ways. But surely if whatever made him this way felt so wonderful, it could be the same for Lightning? While he hadn't realized when Rainbow Dash drugged him, he'd subconsciously made the connection and intuited the source.
Yet he wasn't furious at all. On the contrary it was liberating! And he wanted to share that newly discovered freedom with Lightning Dust. He'd win her heart over, finally discover a way to knock her up, and they'd live happily-ever-after!
Best of all he'd finally have the hard-won praise and respect he rightfully deserved; from his peers, his family, and from Rainbow Dash, who'd realize she'd passed over an eligible stud, and worse, lost him to a bitter rival!
Giddy from his newly hatched plan, he did up his mane bun, took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror, then sped off into the evening sky. The pegasus did a few loops over the forest, already picturing the stylized wedding dress she'd wear...
While he was far from the best flier, even after all his practice in recent months, Zephyr Breeze easily made loops above the Everfree Forest with boisterous laughter. Sure, it was nice to have some casual sex whenever he wanted it, but he needed something more; a partner he could settle down with to make his family proud and to show off to others.
But it was obvious Lightning Dust wasn't going to budge with his current methods. He'd have to undertake more...drastic measures. Ones that gave him a moment's pause, even in the love-stricken state the potion had permanently left him in after its effects had worn off. She'd unintentionally stolen his heart, and well, it was time he stole hers back!
His next stop? Zecora's hut in the middle-of-nowhere. He didn't really know her, just by reputation, which made it clear she'd hesitate to offer up anything if it would be supposedly be used irresponsibly. Convinced though he was at his ability to smooth talk any female, given the right circumstance, he didn't have the time nor patience to charm her right now.
Instead he spied through a window while the zebra hummed and went about her chores. The cauldron at the center was hissing and steaming, threatening to bubble over, until she'd swiftly trot over and stir it with a large wooden spoon. The walls were lined with all kinds of tribal masks and fetishes; but his eyes were pinned to the shelves. Upon them were rows of colorful potions, each helpfully labeled with their uses and instructions, or in some cases warnings.
He ducked down several times when she looked his way, cocking an eyebrow. But after a moment she shrugged it off and returned to her business, used to all sorts of strange creatures poking their noses around her home.
With a yawn she stretched, readying herself for bed now that the pale moon and stars blanketed the area, bringing with them a whispering wind and a ghost-like miasma that crept over the greenery. He realized it was now-or-never.
Her back was turned once he quietly slipped in, scanned the vials, and plucked a hot pink one with a forehoof. Immediately she shot back outside, heart-racing, hopeful that she wouldn't notice its absence for some time.
After he'd put quite a bit of distance between them he spun about with jubilant cheers, pressing his prize to his chest. “I did it!”
Yet he dared not celebrate too much. After all, this was merely the first step.
*****
The next morning, at the crack of dawn when she usually woke herself to train, Lightning Dust experimentally stretched her plumage to its full span. “Almost back to normal,” she noted bending the individual feathers. She'd barely seen her crew in the Washouts since her injury, ashamed to face them, and no way was she going to admit she was sleeping with a total dork. Nonetheless he was skilled enough in bed at least to keep her coming back, to her surprise.
However that's all it was and ever would be. Even if she could openly admit his surprising charms, once she'd gotten used to him, no way was she throwing away her reputation and career to pop out foals and take care of some quaint little hovel. That was beneath her. She wanted a life of constant excitement, where every day she needed to push herself further and harder!
She hopped off the ground in the the clearing and hovered in place. “Least I can properly fly again rather than just glide. Still won't be able to pull of any amazing stunts soon, though.” She sighed and grit her teeth, certain that lazy bum Rainbow Dash was out there somewhere, surpassing her like usual. She grit her teeth and growled, shaking away unpleasant memories.
Almost as bad were the heat and ache in her loins; something she'd never had to deal with most of her life. But since the first time Zephyr had taken her, its like her entire body was stirred up with hormones, inexplicably addicted to his touch and smell. Maybe any remotely handsome and virile stallion could do the same for her, but she dared not test those waters. Her relationship with him was casual, without much fear of threat or consequence despite how annoying he could be.
Nevertheless he kept insisting they should settle down, practically pleading like a lovestruck groupie. “I'll probably have to break it off soon. Too bad. I kind of like him, but he's too needy. Oh well. Being fuckbuddies should be enough for him!”
She shot out at the top speed she could manage in her current condition, towards his home which was thankfully tucked away from civilization. She didn't want to be caught dead with him, after all. A mare like her could have her pick of almost anypony if she wanted. He'd just happened to be in the right place at the right time, she repeatedly told herself!
*****
It started with the usual routine. Zephyr arrived in his room to find her waiting for him, sprawled in a sultry manner on her side in his bed. His room was a bit of a mess as usual, knick-knacks strewn about and some well-used dirty magazines barely peeking out, but she'd simply laughed and shrugged it off the first time she'd seen them. To her it was just a place to get laid.
He leered at her. “Enjoying the eligible bachelor's pad?”
“It's okay, I suppose. Don't keep me waiting.” She half-lidded her eyes at him, slowly swishing her tail about.
“Oh, I won't.” He trotted over with a low growl. This time he intended to rut her so hard they'd break the bed. Sure, it would be expensive to replace, but for the most mind-blowing sex yet it would totally be worth it!
He pounced atop her with a bounce. She winced a bit, her wing still sore, but soon squealed in delight when he starting planting tiny pecks all over her. She writhed under him, chewing on her lower lip with a low coo. Already his stallionhood started to peek from its sheath, rubbing his flare upon her moist entrance and slathering his veiny girth in lubrication.
Lifting one of her hindlegs, gradually he started to part her warm canal, taking her sideways. Her dock lifted her tail high as she could, giving him a full view of her penetrated pussy and puckered ponut. He slid past the medial ring, his girth opening her until it hugged his cock in appreciation until it conformed. Her teeth clamped around a pillow with muffled cries when he started to fuck her. Creaks sounded, the platform rocking back-and-forth each time he speared her.
His testicles smacked into her bouncy buttocks. Again he was spearing her cervix-deep, and she cringed a little, thankful that the pleasure offset the pain. Sometimes she'd join in on the work, but usually she just let him do whatever, so long as it felt okay, content to just surrender control for once. In a sense it was the most risky, dangerous stunt of all!
Even so she still had her limits and made certain to take those contraceptive potions to neutralize his sperm afterward. He grunted, battering her womb entrance, determined to lock his tip back into its slippery core and overstuff it.
She cringed, never caring much for such rough treatment on her cervix but shrugging it off. He was usually good otherwise, after all, not that she could share that with anypony else; getting off to a dork like him would be like a stallion admitting he liked to fuck fat mares! Faster he rutted her, muscles straining, low growls mingling with her subdued whinnies.
His forehoof yanked her tail, the other one landing repeated slaps on her pliable asscheeks. They wobbled about, having put on a bit of fat that made them more plush since she hadn't been able to fly much in a while. She yelped and moaned with each brutal, audible smack, each leaving a red hoofprint on her jiggling cheeks which slapped into each other.
She squealed and kicked her hindlegs, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes when her dam broke all over him. He smashed her pussy hard as he could, with such force he bottomed out in her slippery womb, much like a Diamond Dog would knot its mate so she was certain to be impregnated. Her cunt reflexively sucked him off, swallowing his seed which he shot into its depths. They couldn't pull apart now if they wanted to, thoroughly locked into one sweaty, heaving entity.
He reached under the bed with a wing and scooped up the potion. Uncorking it, he dumps the contents into her open maw.
Lightning hacked and coughed, traces running down her blushing cheeks. “W-what the fuck...?!”
“Just a-a little insurance,” he wheezed between pants while beaming down at her. Their genitals were still quivering, riding the downward slope of a high, minds numbed with lust and contentment. Yet for her it was quickly turning to sheer horror, insides twisting as her brain started to dull. Her eyes watered and she whimpered, realizing that she was losing herself.
“Soon, my love, you'll be all mine!” Cheerily he kissed her forehead, barely able to contain his glee.
Within mere minutes the potion had fully taken effect. Lightning Dust, as everypony knew her, was effectively dead; replaced by a pliable, docile mare completely dedicated to her soon-to-be husband. All that mattered to her now was how to even better please him. All the anger and doubt drained out of her, replaced with a need to cheerily submit to his every whim.
Her stunts with the Washouts seemed unimportant; they'd want her to be happy, wouldn't they? Nor did she care about some petty rivalry with Rainbow Dash anymore. It felt like her entire life had been a waste until this point.
Hours passed while she snuggled up to him, both half-asleep while they waited impatiently for dawn to break. Contented from their lovemaking, the cries of cocks sounded when the first rays of sunlight slowly started to peek in.
Zephyr Breeze hugged her with his forehooves and wings, and she pleasantly shuddered at the body heat radiating off him. His scruffy chin brushed upon her cheek when they nuzzled atop his bed. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Wonderful...” Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks burning, and a dopey smile crossed her maw.
“Excellent! So, ready to finally meet my family?” He brushed her wild mane, his tail flicking about.
“Sure, why not? Although I've already made Fluttershy's acquaintance, maybe now we can start over.” Her smile widened at the idea. It all felt so silly now. Why struggle so hard, pushing herself needlessly, when this was so much more fulfilling?
Together they flew out the open window and touched down on the trail which led back to Ponyville. Giggles escaped her when he patted her ample bottom affectionately, still marked by a few faint red hoofprints where he'd spanked her blushing bottom.
Once they arrived he took the time to show her off wherever they went. Some of them reacted with bewilderment, barely able to believe she'd settle down with him, but she simply pressed closer to her lover and intertwined tails with him. He'd decided to take the long way to Fluttershy's cottage, and she was content to follow wherever he led, just to have more of his company.
She waved at passersby with a grin. At some points Zephyr would even shoot up with her, and they did a few loops, the wind caressing her wild mane. Once they landed, he offered another pair of playful smacks on her ample, wobbly rump.
Afterward they finally glided to his old pad. His parents were in town, visiting his older sister, which was perfect!
The humble abode in the midst of the verdant forest had a welcome mat placed before it. He rapped on the door a couple times. “I'm home,” he cheerfully called. “And I brought some company! Hope you don't mind!”
Fluttershy opened the door and went wide-eyed. “Oh my. Um, hello Lightning Dust.” Reluctantly she took the forehoof offered.
“I know we've had our differences, but I'd like to think we're cool.” Lightning shook her hoof and then followed her inside.
“I...I'll set a couple more places at the table,” said Shy who ducked into the kitchen.
At the table Mr. and Ms. Shy were already seated, as was Angel Bunny who thumped a paw impatiently. A tablecloth with doilies were set out for breakfast, and Flutters soon returned with a full course meal which included breads, fruits, and vegetables. Zephyr took his place across from his parents, and patted the empty chair next to him.
“Nice to meet you,” said Ms. Shy. “Are you to, um-”
“Dating? Yes we are,” answered Lightning with a wink. She took a sip from her steaming tea, playing hoofsies with her stallion below the table. Angel was already happily munching on his salad, and the rest of them soon joined in.
“That's wonderful! I knew you had it in you,” said Mr. Shy who grinned.
“Sure did! And it's all thanks to you all. Especially my big sister,” called Zephyr.
“Well, thank you. But I didn't do much really,” whispered Shy who turned away and let her mane hide her face.
Zephyr swallowed down a few crunched up cucumbers. “Say, mind if we stay here a while?”
“I don't see why not. You can use one of the guest rooms,” replied Shy who had a number of them prepared for her parents, Tree Hugger, or Discord whenever they dropped in. “Um, you wouldn't mind sharing, would you?”
“That's no problem,” mused Lightning. “Especially since we plan to get hitched!”
“Oh wow. This is fast,” said Fluttershy who nearly fainted. “What about Rainbow Dash?”
“What about her? She was just a juvenile crush. Lightning's the real-deal!” He pecked her temple.
“Congratulations,” cried Ms. Shy as she and her husband exchanged a warm glance. “Does this mean one of our kids we'll finally give us a foal or two?” They looked to Fluttershy, who flushed, refusing to ever settle down with anypony.
“Oh yes! We'll have a lot of beautiful foals,” he practically purred with a nudge into the ribs of his love.
After breakfast was finished the guests helped clean up the mess. Mr. and Ms. Shy insisted on helping their daughter with the dishes, and so Zephyr and Lightning excused themselves, heading to their new room. It had obviously been recently inhabited by Tree Hugger, due to all the incense, crystals, and a poster with a peace symbol hung on a wall.
“Cute. And quaint,” noted Lightning who played with a bead curtain.
“Enough talking. Time to fuck again.” He ran a forehoof between her thighs, making her shiver with a low coo.
It seemed private enough, especially with the noise from dishes being washed and dried. He pounced on her, rolling with her onto the wide bed which was low to the floor. She fluttered her wings, spreading herself wide in submission, ready to finally be filled to the brim with all the foals he could possibly pack into her womb. Not that he needed any encouragement!
Within moments he was pushing into her silky folds, carving her open to even better suit him. She whimpered and drew him in closer, entangling herself with him. Their maws met, tongues dancing, as he traced her teeth and gums.
Again he sheathed himself, lifting her by the hindlegs and angling up her rump until he pressed his tip upon her cervix. But this time she didn't mind when he hammered against her final barrier, hungrily whimpering when he pierced her with such savagery he bottomed out in her slimy uterus. “P-please, put a foal in me! No, put a whole litter inside me! Hurry!”
She was babbling nonsense, so overwhelmed by baser passions it was difficult to form a coherent thought. All she knew was that she loved him, that this was meant to be, and she would have been far happier if she'd done this earlier. But there was no point dwelling on that now. Her forelegs and wings wrapped around him, as they continued to kiss and nip each other.
She slipped her hindlegs all the way to the sides of her head, both to make it easier on him and to show off how limber she was. She and Rainbow Dash used to compete like this, testing their flexibility, until they reached contortionist levels of prowess.
When he tired of taking her this way, her turned her onto her side, skewering her sideways. Wet slaps sounded, her buttocks smacking together, her small teats shaking as her pink tunnel milked him. He pulled her mane between his teeth, and her tail with a hoof, while the other one tended to her swollen clit, tracing circles around its slippery, shiny surface.
Spotting a hole in the wall, he realized they were being watched. Most likely Fluttershy used it to let Tree Hugger or Discord spy on her. Was his timid sister clopping to the show now? Well, all the better to show off his skills!
For the finale he flipped Lightning onto her belly. Positing himself in complete dominance over his mare, he mounted her with increasing roughness, and she chomped into a pillow with muffled whinnies. Joyous tears ran down her convulsing, burning face, loud smacks sounding each time he laid brutal slaps upon her jiggling buttocks which made her pink sphincter clench.
Grunting he yelled, “Take my seed!” Saying that he emptied his balls, hopeful his sister watched this precious moment where he inseminated his future wife. It would be a memory they would carry to the grave. His throbbing cock churned, pushing her over the edge, making her soak his crotch and the bedsheets which would no doubt be ruined from their lovemaking.
After they'd finished he slumped atop her, huffing. Already he was picturing her knocked up, wearing nothing but a frilly apron while she happily made him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Best of all his family would be so proud!
“I...I love you,” she finally whispered. “Oh, I have to tell Rainbow Dash how happy I am.”
“Soon.” He pecked her neck. “Just relax, okay my love?”
“Yeah, I know.” She shared a warm smile with him, swishing her tail about.
Pretty soon they crashed for the night. He drew her close with his wings, the pair cuddling atop messy, soaked-through sheets. Pretty soon he'd have everything he'd ever wanted. And as for Lightning Dust? She'd discovered a side of herself she'd never known was there. Rather than a life of endless pursuit, she could finally settle down and find true happiness!
