Three's a Party

Stretching his forelegs over his head, Zephyr sharply inhaled as he was roused from his slumber. He’d been having the most incredible dream, one revolving around a passionate night with his beloved at some picturesque, beachside bungalow, and he quickly figured out why. Though it was the dead of night, far too dark for him to see much of anything, he felt something warm and wet being drawn up his hardening length.

It wasn’t that uncommon for Tempest to wake him up in the hopes of getting some lovin’, especially as her pregnancy had progressed, but this may have been a first. Every other time she’d been stricken by amorous inspiration, she’d waited until dawn to disturb him, though that wasn’t the case in this instance. As his eyes steadily adjusted, allowing him to see a wriggling swell beneath the sheets near his groin, he smiled.

“Somepony’s feeling frisky,” he sleepily chuckled, reaching out and stroking what had to be her head.

A contented hum from under the covers made him grin all the wider. Tempest was an absolute gift and he still struggled to fully comprehend what he’d done to deserve her. His mate was powerful, foreboding, and a tactical genius, and for some reason she’d chosen to be with him over any other stallion on the planet. Shifting slightly and spreading his hind legs, he made himself comfortable while allowing her to more easily access his package.

Though it was well before dawn, showing no hint of the sun out his window, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - sure, he may be a little tired throughout his shift tomorrow, but that was a small price to pay for a late night blowjob. He suppressed a giggle as the silhouette of her hips rocked gently from side to side. She may have been a hoofful at times, but he wouldn’t trade her for the world.

Imagining her distended belly and leaking teats, he licked his lips. “Hope you know I’m going to have to get you back for this…”

She paused and brought her ministrations to a halt. She may have been exquisitely gravid, in the home stretch of her pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make sure she was left unsatisfied. It was hard to explain, mostly because he’d never lewdly dwelled on gravid mares before, but there was something profoundly sexy about an impending mother.

The added bit of weight, clear display of fertility, and the engorged teats were provocative as all get-out, but those were only the tip of the iceberg. Aside from how gorgeous an expecting mare was, they had a subtle smell that drove him wild. Feeling her lips wrap around the tip of his length, he bit his bottom lip and fought not to buck his hips.

Having a little filly with Tempest had been one heck of a wild ride, having a number of ups and downs, but one of the most phenomenal revelations he’d made was that her hormones had amplified her libido by an order of magnitude. There’d been times over the last two months when she’d go from casually chatting with him to making a very forward advance. While being set upon by a horny, pregnant mare never failed to get him excited, it was less than ideal to be fondled or flirted with in a public setting.

Pushing himself up on his wings, he reached back and fluffed his pillow. “Hey ~ you want to mix things up a little?” he inquired, prompting her to slow. “How about you get up, turn around, and park that big, juicy flank on my face? I know you said you were worried about my neck, but I’m in the mood for having some breakfast in bed.”

Hesitating for just a moment, likely considering his offer, she continued sucking him off. Thoroughly knocked up or not, she was and would likely always be pretty headstrong. As she forced her head down, driving him into her throat, his eyelids fluttered. It may have been his imagination, but her gullet felt slightly more snug than usual.

Bobbing and torquing her head from side to side, periodically altering her technique, she gagged lightly around his shaft. It was enchanting to think that she still struggled to throat him, even though they’d been together for the better part of a year, but he wasn’t about to stop her. While he may not have been able to see her, he wasn’t about to try and keep her from having her way.

Seconds dragged into minutes and longer still as he inched closer and closer to the brink. While he certainly wasn’t opposed to letting her suck him off until he’d blown his load, his urge to take a more active part grew stronger and stronger. It was bad enough that he’d been more gentle with her lately, not wanting to harm her or their unborn foal, although that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something to make her feel good.

Summoning his courage, he lifted the blanket and peered down at her. “Do you…”

He fell silent as he stared into a pair of twinking cyan eyes. Though he couldn’t see all that much, he knew in an instant that something was amiss. As he threw the covers off the side of the bed, on the verge of panic, he scrambled back and gasped. Who he’d presumed was Tempest, the love of his life, was anypony but.

“F…F…F…F…” he sputtered, unable to speak her name.

Pushing herself up, Fluttershy withdrew from his saliva streaked length with a soft Pop. “H…hey, Zeph…”

Actually hearing her speak snapped him from his stricken stupor. Leaping up and flying away, he crashed into the wall and fell to the floor. What in the wide world of Equestria was happening?! He could see Rainbow Dash pulling a stunt like that, especially since he’d done the deed with her twice in the last two weeks, but not his sister!

Awkwardly righting himself, he peered over at her in disbelief. Fluttershy was the most reserved, timid mare he’d ever met, and he’d like to think he knew her better than practically anypony, which made her actions all the more inconceivable. She wasn’t the type to seize the initiative with anypony, much less her own sibling, so he couldn’t fathom what was happening - unless…

“Come on, Zephyr” he grunted, slapping his face with a wing, “wake up.”

A dream was the only plausible explanation for what was going on, though he shuddered to think why his subconscious was tormenting him with something so taboo. He loved his sister with all his heart, but he’d never once thought of her in a sexual light - well maybe one time when he was a teenager and he caught her trying on a somewhat revealing bikini, but that had been ages ago. Smacking himself a second time, using his hoof to give the strike a bit more oomph, he blinked rapidly when she sailed over to him.

“Zephyr, please stop,” she murmured, grabbing his foreleg.

“This isn’t real,” he insisted, struggling against her, “there’s no way this could be - no,” he croaked, pulling his leg free and rushing to the opposite side of the room. “You’re a changeling ~ aren’t you? You snuck in here to steal my love!”

“Zephyr,” she whispered, shaking her head and slowly approaching the door. Instead of excusing herself, she reached up with a wing and flicked the light switch. “It’s me, Zeph, I promise…”

He squinted over at her and drank in her features. The pink mane, brilliant blue eyes, and buttery-colored coat, as well as the trio of butterflies for a cutie mark, sure looked like they belonged to his sister, but appearances could be deceiving. Queen Chrysalis had nearly duped Shining Armor into marrying her, seamlessly depicting herself as Princess Cadance, so it wasn’t impossible that some dastardly shapeshifter was doing the same to him - that or Discord may have been doing this as a joke.

Composing himself slightly, he brushed himself off and leveled a forehoof at her. “Who was our math teacher in middle school?”

“Mrs. Crabapple,” she smoothly replied, “but then she retired and we had that older stallion for the second semester; I think his name was Mr. Quadratic?”

“Quadric,” he corrected. Immediately regretting giving her the correct answer, he knit his brow. “What did dad get you on your tenth birthday?”

Smiling broadly, she blushed and averted her gaze. “He got me a butterfly net. It was a nice gift, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it might hurt the little things,” she explained, glancing over at him. “I’m still thankful that you told him for me…”

His jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes shot wide, and his heart skipped a beat. No way - there was no possible way anypony but his sister could know something so minute and personal. With his mouth going dry, he inched over to his nightstand and took a shaking sip from the glass of water he kept by his bed.

“Did you - um - like it?” she softly inquired, drawing his attention back to herself.

Swallowing, he peaked a brow. “Like what?” he countered, helping himself to a second drink.

Unwilling or unable to meet his gaze, she absently brushed a lock of mane from her face. “The blowjob. I -”

“Pfffft,” he spat, breaking into a coughing fit as he inhaled the entire mouthful of water.

Blowjob? Blowjob?! Did his sister, the very sister who he’d never heard swear in his entire life, actually ask him if he’d enjoyed the blowjob? Beating his chest and trying to clear his lungs, he flew back and promptly tripped over his hooves when something soft brushed against his shoulder.

Looking down at him with a concerned expression, she offered a forehoof. “Are you ok? S…should I call a doctor?”

The pain from his fall, the stinging in his cheeks, and his aching shoulder told him he definitely wasn’t sleeping, but that only raised further questions. If he really was facing Fluttershy, something that was almost too insane to consider, what in the heck had driven her to slip into his room and start sucking him off in the middle of the night? It would be one doozy of a stretch, but he could see her maybe - just maybe getting desperate enough to approach some stallion she fancied for a roll in the hay, but definitely not him of all ponies!

Leering over at her, unsure of what to think, he grew increasingly frustrated. “Would you please tell me what the hay is going on?”

Closing her eyes, Fluttershy slowly exhaled through her pursed lips. It had taken her weeks to work up the nerve to do something so audacious, and the hardest part of her trial hadn’t even started yet. She’d crossed a line with her brother, the only sibling she had, and now it was time for her to explain herself.

“I - uh…” she faltered. “I wanted to keep you company…?”

“Really?” he scoffed. “You snuck in here and did that because you wanted to keep me company?”

She bashfully smiled, feeling her face go a brilliant crimson. “Well - oh jeez - I kind of wanted some special company - you know, the kind of company you give Tempest and Rainbow Dash…”

Askance, he shook his head, clamped his eyes shut, and rubbed his temple. “Great, Rainbows spilled the beans about us -”

“Oh, no, I didn’t hear about it from Dash,” she hastily interjected. “It was Tempest who told me about you and Dash.”

He lifted a hoof, looking like he was about to argue, but quickly closed his mouth and stroked his chin. “You know, I really shouldn’t be surprised - still, why’d she tell you?”

The question he’d asked was warranted, yet she’d dreaded hearing it from him for days. “Maybe it’s because I was the one who started talking to her about it…”

“It?” he chirped. “What exactly is it?”

“About…” she trailed off, feeling like her heart was about to pound out of her chest. “About what it’s like to be with you…”

Peeking over at him, seeing his confusion replaced with what she could only describe as shocked comprehension, she took a small step closer to him. “Zephyr, you know I love you. You’re my brother and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you, but…”

Visibly sweating, he stiffened. “B…but…?”

“But I’ve always wanted you,” she bashfully admitted. “There were so many times when you hugged me or gave me a little kiss on the cheek when I wished you’d done more, but then you found your special somepony…”

She may have been the Element of Kindness, but she needed to be honest. Though her confession hurt, spilling her guts about something that had gnawed at her for years, it was true. It had been bittersweet to see him start dating Tempest, though she’d endured it. He deserved love as much as anypony - no, more than anypony, although finding out he’d had a roll in the hay with Rainbow Dash had been too much to endure.

It had been hard enough to know he was giving some lucky mare the affection she’d longed for for most of her life, yet the revelation that he’d rutted one of her closest friends, a friend who’d acted like she hated him, broke her. The frustration and envy that had boiled inside her had left her ashamed of herself, yet that isn’t what ultimately did her in. It wasn’t until Tempest approached her that her ordinarily robust resolve crumbled to ash.

Putting on the bravest face she could, she definitely looked over at him and stomped her hoof. “Zephyr Breeze, it’s not fair.”

He flinched - actually flinched, and locked eyes with her. “W…what’s not fair?”

“I can excuse you making love to Tempest, since you two care for each other, but Dash ~ really?” she pouted. “If you were that desperate to stick that big, fat mare-breaker of a stallionhood into somepony, you c…could have asked me!”

Before he could offer a rebuttal, she turned in place and flagged her tail. The unabashed display of her winking, drooling marehood was something she thought she’d never do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d had sex with his lover, he’d ended up having a tryst with his old crush, and now it was time for his dear sister to get a turn. Staring over her shoulder at him, fearlessly holding his gaze, she braced her hind legs and snorted.

“You come over here right now and take care of this, mister!” she demanded. “This is your fault, and now you’re going to take care of it like the b…big colt you are!”

Peering at her loins, Zephyr found himself with a new problem. Though his mouth had felt like the San Palomino Desert moments prior, it began to water uncontrollably. The rosy, hairless flesh of her marehood glistened in the cool light, she was so wet that the fur of her inner thighs had grown damp, and the fleeting glimpses of her succulent, pink interior sent blood surging to his semi-rigid endowment. Sister or not, the obscene display she was putting on, paired with her stern tone, was more than he could bear.

He inched forward then immediately shied away, caught at what felt like an insurmountable impasse. It was as plain as day that she wanted him - how could she not? She’d crept into his room, slipped under the blankets of his bed, and eagerly sucked him off without the slightest bit of restraint. With his arousal locked in combat against his sensibilities, an idea dawned on him.

Moving to the foot of his bed, he seated himself and leaned back. “So let me get this straight - you did all this and it’s somehow my fault?”

Trying and failing not to eye his stallionhood, she nodded. “Y…yes…”

He bit back a smirk and motioned to his gradually hardening cock. “You know what I think?” he mused, flexing his groin and sending blood surging into his length. “I think this is actually your fault.”

“M…my fault?” she stammered, taken aback.

“See this?” he continued, reaching down with a wing and lifting his tool. “You did this, so it’s only right that you come over here, take responsibility, and explain why you got me all worked up.”

Unable to tear her eyes off his package, Fluttershy gulped. She’d seen his goods more times than she could count over the years, but this was the first time she’d gotten a full, unfettered view of his equipment. She took a step closer to him, then a second and a third, while ignoring her aching depths. Celestia forgive her - she’d hoped that he’d be horny enough to mount her without any trouble, but it seemed as though she’d been wrong.

Burying her snout in the thick folds of flesh between his gargantuan stallionhood and ripe, heavy balls, she inhaled through her sinuses and trembled with glee. His musk was to die for, she’d known that for ages. On the occasions when he was away from the house, she’d snuck into his room to smell his bed or his school buckball jersey when they’d been younger, although getting to smell his loins directly was so, so much better than she could have hoped.

“Well?” he urged. “Why’d you do it?”

“I c…couldn’t help it,” she slurred, licking his nuts and the girthy root of his shaft. “I tried to behave, I really did, but when Tempest told me about all the things you did with her - to her, I felt like I was going to go insane.”

Hearing Tempest’s name, he was hit with a wave of reluctance. “Did you tell her you were going to -”

“Yes,” she interrupted, “of course I told her - actually, this was her idea.”

The revelation was stunning. Having his lover encourage Dash to be a third was understandable - odd, but understandable, although inviting his sister to have a fling with him was a level of kinky he didn’t think possible. Watching Fluttershy reach under herself, he balked when she started masturbating purely from having her face in his junk.

As bizarre as the perverse circumstances were, he actually felt bad for her. She was his only sibling, he cherished her as much or more than anypony, and to see her in such a desperate state plucked at his heartstrings - yeah, she may have revealed she had a very fetishistic variety of love for him, but that didn’t change how he felt about her. Waving her away with a wing, he hopped from the bed and landed beside her.

“Alright, I think that’s enough,” he muttered.

The defeated look on her face was painful, heartbreaking even, as her shoulders wilted. “It’s…it’s ok. I understand that -”

“Face down, ass up,” he huffed.

Her ears perked up, her tail flicked to one side, and she did a double take. “W…what?”

“Face down, ass up,” he repeated, softer and slower this time. “If you worked up the courage to come here just for me, the least I can do is give you the full experience.”

Spinning so quickly that she stumbled, Fluttershy presented her backside to him in an all but literal flash. “L…like this?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, fixating on her tush. “Yeah, just like that.”

Breathing heavily, it took everything she had not to move. She initially thought that he was going to mount her straight away, stretching her open with his colossal dick, but she’d been mistaken. Feeling his hot breath on her marehood, unable to fully see him, she stifled a whimper when he drew his tongue between her lower lips and to her entrance.

Her list of sexual accomplishments was perilously short, a mere hoofful of one-night stands when a sex-toy wouldn’t suffice, although this was the first time she’d experienced oral from anypony. Fighting the urge to buck back against his face, she bit on a forehoof and kept herself steady. She couldn’t believe it, she was being eaten out by her very own brother, the same stallion she’d fantasized about since she was a filly, and it wouldn’t be long until he…he…

“Nnnnnnnaaaaaaahhh!” she squeaked, trembling from her hooves to the top of her head.

She’d been riding a hair trigger ever since she’d stepped hoof into his room, but that was for a number of reasons. Making one of her oldest, most depraved dreams a reality, having gone through a prolonged abstinence of anything sexual, and having the opportunity to venerate a stud of Zephyr’s caliber would have been enough to make any mare lose her mind - for all that though, there was one other element at play. Riding out the high of her spontaneous climax, she wrestled her treacherous body under control.

Seeing him straighten up and wipe the nectar from his face, she anxiously smiled. “S…sorry about that. I guess you -”

Sniffing the air, he smacked his lips and stared directly into her eyes. “Are you in heat?”

She flinched, rocked to her core that he’d somehow been able to figure it out. “H…H…how d…did y…you…”

He tapped his nose and confidently grinned, ignoring and undisturbed by the impromptu shower of her marish juices. “Come on, Flutters, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

Though she gave no reply, turning her head in shame or possibly embarrassment, her reaction affirmed his suspicions. He’d had no doubt that some mares would go to great lengths to satisfy themselves through estrus - heck, Tempest had basically kept him as a living, breathing sex-toy when she’d last been in heat, so it only made sense that she’d been compelled by her biological urges. Watching a strand of creamy mare-cum dangle from her bulging clit, he came to a crossroads.

Any ordinary stallion could have - would have claimed her right then and there, but he wasn’t any ordinary stallion. His time with Tempest and the hoofful of occasions when he’d indulged Dash had nurtured a joy of pleasuring mares within him, and ensuring his sister had a memorable experience was simply too good to pass up. Was it wrong to do something so lecherous with his sibling? Possibly. Would he regret spending a passionate evening with her? Perhaps. Was he about to turn her away and forsake a once in a lifetime opportunity? Absolutely not.

Dipping his head, he feasted on her marehood with renewed vigor. Having her climax so quickly hadn’t done a thing to deter him - if anything, discovering she was a quick-shot proved wildly inspirational. Relishing the sound of trying to muffle herself, basking in the sublime heat radiating from her sex, he bathed his taste buds in the sweet, cloying flavor of her juices.

Fluttershy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, the breath hitched in her throat, and her hind legs buckled and threatened to give out, as wave after phenomenal wave of pleasure washed over her. Tempest had told her that his tongue was to die for, enough to make any mare weak in the knees, yet suffering the full, heavenly brunt of his oral skills left her at a loss for words. Though she’d just cum minutes prior, still riding the euphoric high of her orgasm, she was already skyrocketing to a second climax.

In spite of his command to press her chest to the floor, she unsteadily pushed herself up and lowered her head. She couldn’t see much, peeking back at him between her legs, but what she saw was absolutely beautiful. His stallionhood excitedly bobbed beneath him, leaking pre-cum to the floor, while a steady dribble of her nectar dripped from his chin.

The mere sight of his endowment was enough to push her over the edge a second time. Wracked with ecstasy, she eagerly pushed back against his face and gave a low, throaty groan. Trying to stay quiet was both useless and absurd, so she abandoned any efforts to silence herself.

“S…sorry,” she mewled, slathering his face with her juices.

Dismissively waving a wing at her, he dipped his head and smiled up at her. “You don’t have to apologize. As far as I’m concerned, you squirting means I’m doing something right.”

“You l…like it?” she wheezed, nonplussed.

“Flutters, I love it,” he snickered.

Abruptly ending the conversation, he continued vehemently eating her out. She’d heard he was a lover beyond peer, able to make both Tempest and Rainbow Dash cum without any apparent effort, yet she’d been unprepared for just how capable of a lover he was. Rolling her hips up and down, smearing her essence on him, she felt her sensibilities slipping away. While it may have been true that she’d never breathe a word of this incestuous exchange to a living soul, she had every intention of committing the sinful details of the exchange with Zephyr to memory.

She threw her head back and howled as he suckled on her clit. “Yes, right there!!!”

When Tempest had offered to let her borrow him for a night, she’d almost turned the formidable mare down - almost, but she’d ultimately relented. She’d wanted to question the unicorn, initially suspecting some trickery from Discord, yet she’d simply done as she’d instructed and followed her co-conspirator’s instructions to the letter. She’d have to thank the former villain and soon to be mother of her niece or nephew for erotic night with her sibling, but that could wait until after she’d gotten her fill - speaking of which…

It was only with an extreme exertion of will that she stumbled forward and away from Zephyr. Though a part of her yearned to stay where she’d been, to let him feast upon her until he’d had his fill, her aspirations lay beyond foreplay. Throwing her wings back, she grabbed the soft, doughy mounds of her rear and spread her cheeks.

“D…do it, Zeph,” she faintly whispered. “I…I can’t wait anymore.”

Flexing his hind legs, seconds from rearing back and thrusting himself upon her, he grimaced and forced himself to remain still. Mounting her, while a pleasurable position for all parties involved, simply didn’t feel right. She’d worked hard for this, enduring untold ages of her desires in silence, so she deserved - no, she’d earned something a bit more personal.

He nodded to the bed before giving her a sympathetic smile. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you lay down on your back for me…”

“B…but I -” she cut herself off when he lifted a forehoof.

“I want this to be special, Flutters,” he intoned. “Please…”

Glancing over to the bed, torn with indecision, she shifted in place. There was only one reason he’d want her on the bed, and on her back no less, and it would force her to look at him. Being claimed from behind was what she’d been after, concerned that seeing his face may upset one or possibly both of them, although that would be impossible if she did as he’d asked.

Feeling overwhelmed, she took a moment to collect herself. There weren’t many things she wanted more than for him to make love to her, the ultimate show of their unbreakable bond, yet being able to look at his face while they did the deed would be a level of intimacy she wasn’t sure she could handle. Peeking out at his face, seeing the warm, affectionate look in his eyes, she shuffled over and placed a forehoof on the mattress.

As she stepped onto the bed, eased herself down, and rolled onto her back, her thoughts began to race. “So - um - is this a favorite position of yours?”

“Yeah,” he responded, “but there’s another reason I wanted it.”

Having trotted over to her, he gingerly grabbed her fetlocks and slid her tush to the very edge of the bed. She flinched at his touch and peered down at him, somehow appearing excited and nervous. It was only after she was in position did he rear onto his hind legs, step forward, and place his forehooves to either side of her chest.

Glancing down and back at himself, he inched closer to her and touched the head of his cock to her entrance. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

“O…okay,” she softly responded.

“I want you to breathe in, hold it for a second, then slowly breathe out ~ can you do that?” he inquired.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, filled her lungs, and then steadily exhaled. If she hadn’t known better, she could have sworn that a hoof was pressed against her marehood - a big, somewhat soft, hot hoof, but a hoof nonetheless. As the pressure on her sex gradually increased, her nervousness and anticipation mounted. Just as she was starting to fear he wouldn’t fit, second guessing herself for doing something so foolish, his stallionhood forced its way into her.

Words failed to describe the feeling of fullness he afforded. She gasped and her eyes flew open, awestruck by the wondrous, unfamiliar sensation of accommodating something so huge. Their eyes met, she slowed, and she came to a stunning realization. Out of all the ponies in the world, he was one of the few who loved her unconditionally.

“Just breathe,” he faintly urged.

Steadily acclimating to the monumental intrusion, she gazed into his eyes and lifted her head. What little discomfort she felt steadily faded, but that wasn’t what enthralled her - no, that honor went to something all the more divine. As she extended her hind legs and resting her fetlocks on his hips, her wings reached up and caressed his sides.

“Zeph,” she whispered, lifting her head toward him.

He lowered his face and knit his brow. “Is it ok? Should I - Mmmph?!”

Locking lips with him, she silenced him with a kiss. Her soft, pillowy lips, her pleased hum, and her sweet embrace wore away at his reservations. Though he was concerned about hurting her, knowing how intense the experience could be for any mare he bedded, her impassioned kiss was a mute petition for him to continue.

Driving his tongue into her muzzle, he steadied himself and started to move. His motions were glacial, each thrust of his hips driving his stallionhood incrementally deeper into her, but it was a herculean trial. The bestial portions of his id screamed at him to rut her, to conquer her like he’d done with Tempest and Dash, while his sensibilities compelled him to use restraint.

Holding him tightly, she slipped her head to the side and brought her snout to his ear. “It’s s…so big…”

They’d only just begun, yet she could already sense herself rebounding to another climax. His stallionhood was perfection made flesh, hitting all the most sensitive areas of her depths, and every plunge brought him closer and closer to her defenseless, fertile womb. Impulsively flexing her hind legs, causing him to give a particularly hard thrust, she moaned and gently bit his ear.

Sensing him slow, she shook her head. “No, d…don’t stop.”

He obeyed and hastened his pace. She’d always suspected that her marehood was more accommodating than most, having been hilted with ease by the small number of partners she’d had in the past, but now she was sure of it. Her sibling’s endowment was massive and beyond reproach, her sex was yielding on the roomy side - in short, they were made for one another.

Getting his rhythm down, she bucked up to meet his plunges while succumbing to her bliss. His neck and jaw were peppered by her kisses, her sweet sighs and whimpers crept to his ears, and her forehooves firmly clutched his upper back. This was more than sex, more than just a biological need - this was the purest form of love.

As he set his jaw, Zephyr’s concentration crumbled away. She was far looser than either Tempest or Dash had been, but that was far from a bad thing. In contrast to his two other lovers, Fluttershy’s silken, sweltering depths were like a paramour’s embrace, stimulating him in new, unimaginable ways, and he hoped - prayed she was enjoying herself as much as he was. With a soft snort, having felt his medial ring rhythmically bumping against her entrance, he hilted her in one smooth, nearly effortless plunge.

The second the tip of his length contacted her cervix, she arched her back and came with all the force of a tsunami. Scalding nectar erupted over his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs, but that wasn’t enough to stop him - on the contrary, knowing he’d made her cum again, he dialed up the intensity. He’d been starting to think that there wasn’t a mare in Equestria who was made for him, naturally compatible with his stallionhood, though he’d been wrong.

“H…harder,” she mewled. “I want all of you…”

Hearing her bed moments after her climax made something click within his mind. She’d been with him for his entire life, there since the day he’d been born, and he’d somehow failed to realize just what she meant to him. Pulling back and looking down at her, he shot forward and drove his tongue into her mouth. They’d loved one another for years, throughout hardships and bickering and disagreements alike, and now it was time for them to truly express their affection for one another.

This was their moment, something they’d gone without for their entire existence, and nopony could take that from them. Harder and harder, faster and faster, they moved in tune with each other while fiercely making out. They may have been close growing up and into adulthood, but now they’d truly become one.

Zephyr slowed each time she came, altering his technique and giving her a slight reprieve to recuperate, though he was merciless. So help him, he was going to make sure she remembered this night for the rest of her life. Knowing he was gradually approaching his limit, he continued rutting her with everything he had.

Having lost track of how many orgasms she’d weathered, Fluttershy groaned around his tongue. She could barely think straight, it felt like her limbs weighed a ton, and she was absolutely covered in a cocktail of their sweat, but she forced herself to stay conscious. Until he’d bred her, claimed her, she would persevere.

The sensation of his flaring, throbbing stallionhood battering her inner gates filled her with glee. He went to withdraw, possibly to warn her that he was getting close, yet she secured her grip and kept him from retreating. Even if he’d only been going to speak, nothing needed to be said. She surrendered herself to him and now it was time for him to claim her.

Sensing her resolve, he hilted her, stiffened, and granted her wish. As his thick, virile seed surged into her, painting her interior like nopony ever had, she howled into his muzzle. In tandem, they crossed the threshold of nirvana itself and lost themselves to the blinding light of ecstasy. Their bodies grew still, they heaved air into their chests, and their rapture gradually faded into a comforting euphoria, yet their embrace endured.

It was only after what felt like a small eternity did Zephyr pull back and look down at her. Tears streamed down her face, juxtaposed by a broad smile on her muzzle. Wiping her face, he felt a sense of dread welling up within him. Had he done something wrong? Was she in pain? Did she regret what they’d done? Mercifully for him, she assuaged his fears.

“I’m - Sniff - I’m fine,” she sighed, touching a wing to his cheek. “I love you, Zeph. I love you and I don’t ever want to lose you.”

Pecking her cheek, he beamed. “I love you too, Flutters. Heh - you had me worried for a second. I thought that -”

“Oh buck yes…”

His head whipped toward the closet, in the direction of the slatternly, guttural cry he’d just heard. He couldn’t have - no, there was no way in Tartarus she’d do something like that. Not wanting to shatter the serenity but needing to see if his hunch was right, he stepped back, dragged his softening length from her, and crept across the room.

The closet opened seconds before he reached it, revealing none other than Tempest awkwardly sprawled out within. Languidly rubbing her marehood and laying on her back, she trembled atop a pool of what could only be her cooling, climactic juices. As her heavily-lidded eyes met his, he hung and shook his head.

“Really,” he halfheartedly grumbled.

Tempest shrugged and dismissively waved a forehoof at him. “Just pretend I’m not here, hot stuff.”

Looking over his shoulder to Fluttershy, Zephyr peaked a brow. His sister had gone an even brighter shade of red, betraying what had really happened. Though he couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure until he’d sat them both down and had a little chat, he’d bet his bottom bit that Tempest had played a hoof in the evening’s erotic activities. Trotting over to the bed, he scooped up his sibling, tossed her over his shoulder, and marched into the bathroom.

“Would it be too much to ask for you to change the sheets?” he called out.

Staying where she was, Tempest continued to nonchalantly masturbate. “I’ll change them after you give me some of what she just had…”

Though he rolled his eyes, he smiled. There was going to be a long night ahead of him, especially once the gravitas of everything started to settle in, but he had an incredible sister and an equally amazing lover to spend it with. Turning and kissing Fluttershy’s cheek, earning himself a filly-like giggle from her, he kicked the restroom door behind himself as he wondered if this would be the first and last time he and his sister bonded in such a unique way…