Jungle Fever

Mac and Zecora walked towards the farmhouse, pausing only briefly at the porch. Zecora looked at the beefy arm laying gently around her side and weakly smiled. “Unless you want them to instantly know, I suppose now you must let me go.”

Mac leaned in close, taking in the rich scent of her hair, and brushed her cheek with his lips. “Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, to be truthful.”

Zecora gave a small, gentle run along his neck with a nail. “It almost brings me into harm, how easily you can turn on your charm.”

Reluctantly, Mac withdrew his hand, but not before running it down his woman’s seductive curves one last time. Walking up to the door he knocked on it in the familiar repetition he’s used over the years. He opens it up and shouts, “Granny, Bloom, I’m home! Jack’s out on her date, so we can save her grub fer Zecora! We got her over fer supper!”

“Well get her in here already!” Granny’s sweet old voice barked from the other end of the house. “Improper to keep a lady in waitin’, ya know!”

Mac smiled sheepishly back at Zecora and opened the door further for her, making a dramatic sweeping motion with his hand. “After you.”

She beamed at the action, giving a playful wink as she stepped inside. Zecora paused inside the living room, reaching down to take off her furred slippers and putting them next to the collection of other shoes and workboots nearby the door. Mac noticed she had painted her toenails; white with black stripes, of course.

“Ya really into that color choice, huh?” he chuckled, kicking off his muddy work boots next to the smelly pile of shoes that rested in a mound in the corner.

“They are simple colors, as you can see. But yet their design still speaks volumes to me,” Zecora said, moving through the living room and waiting patiently by a doorframe for Mac.

Mac moved past her to the kitchen, where the intoxicating aroma of his granny’s cooking hit his nose like a knockout punch. The sizzling sound of steak frying, along with the buttery scent of mashed potatoes and green beans made his mouth water instantly. Plus, that apple pie cooking in the oven looked mighty tasty too.

“Well, there you two are,” Granny said, wiping her weathered hands on her spotless apron. She was a short and stocky woman, definitely in her elder years but with an eternally youthful smile. Her white hair was tied up in a tight bun, and she wore a simple green flannel shirt and jeans, very much like her grandchildren. Completing the look was an orange bandana with tiny apples wrapped around her neck. “Supper was gettin’ cold.”

“Yeah, yeah, granny, I know,” Mac said with a roll of his eyes, going over to plant a kiss on her head and wash up his hands.

Granny turned towards Zecora, squinting her eyes to get a better look, and made a wrinkled grin when her old eyes got to work. “Why, if it isn’t the potion meister herself. Always nice to have pleasant company fer supper.”

“I took a moment to end my roam, and once again invade your home,” Zecora joked, smiling and giving a deep bow to the Apple matriarch.

“Well, least we have some folks here who know some manners,” Granny said, returning to flip over a juicy steak from the pan. “Just get washed up, dearies, and I’ll be finished up real soon.”

Zecora nodded, leaving the kitchen and heading towards the restroom just as a red blur of energy tromped down the nearby stairs. She gave a small laugh once more as Bloom came into the hallway.

Bloom was hopping in joy, jumping onto Zecora and wrapping her tiny arms around her. “Oh boy, oh boy, ya really are stayin’ fer supper! You even get to eat Granny’s cookin’ too!”

She beamed at the child. “It was a good idea, I feel. After all, the Old Mother knows how to make a meal.”

“Can ya sleep over too?” Bloom asked, looking up at her with large eyes and pouting lips that could melt the heart of the sun. “Pleeeeeeeeease?”

Zecora shook her head, frowning. “I’m sorry, my child. I have my own place. I wouldn’t want to ruin your family’s grace.”

“Aww. What if I ask Mac ‘bout it? I’m sure he’ll say yes!” Bloom looked down the corridor, then stood on her tippy toes and whispered, “Cause, just between you and me, I think he has a crush on ya.”

Zecora leaned in close and lowered her own voice. “Perhaps he does, that might be true.” She put a finger to Bloom’s nose. “And maybe, just maybe, I might have one too.”

Bloom practically squeed. “Ooh, are you gonna ask him out? ‘Cause Mac can be pretty shy. And thick most of the time. Have to practically spell stuff out fer him to get it.”

The woman leaned back her head and cackled. After a moment, she calmed down and wiped mirthfully at an eye. “Your words, in my view, are more than quite true. Tell me, dear Bloom, what should we do with you?” Zecora held out her hand. “Let’s go to your family and share our good mood. I’m sure by now there’s bound to be food.”

Bloom licked her lips, grabbing Zecora’s hand and leading her downstairs. “Granny always makes the best grub! But I’m gonna eat all the biscuits and steak, so lay off.”

Zecora was pulled by the surprisingly strong tug of Bloom, the child evidently so hungry she was practically sprinting towards the dinner table. Once in the dining room, however, she slowed to a crawl, having been scolded one too many times by Granny about running indoors. She quickly took her seat next to her brother Mac, her legs kicking in her chair as she eagerly awaited their meal.

Mac smirked fondly at his little sister and ruffled her straight red hair, electing a huff of annoyance. He indicated with his eyes for Zecora to take the seat next to him at the head of the table. She quickly complied, bridging her fingers together by her empty plate and looking over the plethora of food at the center of the table.

Granny arrived last, resting a plate heaped with freshly grilled steaks in the center, discarding her apron and sitting at the opposite end of the table. Wincing slightly because of her feeble hip, she sighed in content when she was finally seated. Blinking a few times and looking around, she asked, “Hey, where’s Jack?”

“On a date somewhere. She didn’t really bother to tell me where,” Mac said, shrugging. “And she’ll be fine, granny. She’s a big girl.”

“Really big! With a big butt too!” Bloom snorted out, then winced, not even needing to look over at granny to know she was being glared at. “S-sorry.”

“Bloom,” Granny said with weary exasperation, “Say grace.”

The girl clasped her hands together and shut her eyes as everyone at the table followed suit, though Zecora hesitated, not being used to such a thing. “Uh... bless this meal an’ the people eatin’ at it... Somethin’ about Celestia... Amen?”

“Well, ain’t that the cliffnotes version of it,” Mac snarked, but in a way he was grateful, because his stomach was about to stab him in the gullet if he didn’t give it some nourishment quick. Like precision clockwork he loaded up his plate with steak, mashed potatoes, green beans and biscuits, slathering it all in a healthy drenching of granny’s county famous gravy.

Now was not the time to lick lips. It was time to feast. Mac and his little sister happily did so, the two almost identical as they wolfed down their portions and then some, Bloom somehow keeping up with her brother all the while. Like a full grown stallion, Mac thought, wolfing down a biscuit in a single bite.

Zecora watched in near open-mouthed amazement. It never got old watching an Apple family meal. It was a miracle that nobody choked on a daily basis around here. She took to cutting at her meal with a knife and fork, methodically whittling down her meal and nodding at the succulent flavor. “This meat must be a vice--nothing good for you would have such a spice,” she announced, licking her chops in appreciation.

“Why thank ya kindly, deary,” Granny said, shooting a glare at her grandchildren. “Glad some folks round here have the time to tell me they appreciate my cookin’.”

Mac would’ve answered, but his cheeks were bulging at the limit with food, and he was practically a choking hazard at this point.

Zecora let a sly sneer cross her face. She snaked her foot along the carpet towards Macintosh and ran a toe under his pants legging. Not even sparing a glance towards him, she took to moving her toe up and down.

Mac swallowed in surprise, just barely forcing his meal down. His face blushed slightly, but he tried his best to cover it with a sip of his ice tea. Slowly he moved his leg closer, so that ebpny toe could explore him more. With an almost uncanny amount of flexibility, Zecora rose her foot higher, drawing circles around his knee, then raking along his inner thigh. She took another forkful of steak, then a drink of water.

“Something happened the other day. Mac, I believe, has something to say.” Zecora paused her footplay, levitating in inch away from his body as she waited for his response.

Mac coughed lightly, his blush growing deeper. Licking his dry lips, he said, “Well, um... we all know that we all care ‘bout Zecora very much, right?”

Bloom leaned forward, curious to where he was going. She glanced at Zecora, who returned a small smile.

Mac gulped a ridiculously dry throat. “A-and I just want it to be know that I’m... uh, goin’...”

“Oh fer pete's sake, sunny, just spit it out already! Ya goin’ out with her or what?” Granny asked, a playful smile on her face as she crossed her arms in victory. Mac could only answer at this point with a nod, all he could manage. “Took ya long enough,” Granny snorted, laughing and coughing at the same time. “At this rate I woulda lost that bettin’ pool I had with Jack.”

Zecora let her foot fall and she instead held out her hand on the table. Mac gingerly reached out for it, holding it in a strong grip and smiling kindly at her.

Bloom looked between the two, then at their entwined hand. “So are you two–-I mean, now, wait a gosh-danged minute, are ya two already steady?”

“Guess ya can say that,” Mac admitted, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing Zecora’s hand with his thumb.

She scratched her head. “So, what’s that mean? Is Zecora gonna be comin’ ‘round more now?”

Zecora rested her palm on her chin, considering that query. “While I will visit as often as I can, I will say, old friend, it’s quite hard to plan.”

“We’ll try to make time, Bloom,” Mac assured her, staring lovingly at Zecora. The cheesiness of the moment couldn’t have been greater if big red cartoon hearts appeared in his eyes. Instead, a wild crack of thunder decided to break the enchantment.

Granny whistled. “Hot dang, supposed it’d be rainin’ today. Right knees been actin’ funny. Always bad weather with a funny knee.”

Zecora frowned. “The travel back home will be quite a bad walk.” She gestured at her robes. “It makes me glad I’m wearing this frock.”

Granny tutted and shook her head. “Ain’t no how I’m lettin’ ya outside in this weather. Ya spendin’ the night here. Jack probably won’t be back till the morrow ‘cause of the downcast, so ya can use her room to sleep.”

Zecora rose and gave another bow to Granny. “If it is alright, I would love to stay. This is a favor I will have to repay.”

Suddenly some thoughts in Mac’s head clicked together, his fluster growing tenfold at their implications. Granny got up and got to work on the dishes. Bloom got up to join her. “Almost forgot, it’s my turn to help clean up.” This left Mac and Zecora alone (Though a duet of whistling could still be heard in the kitchen).

Mac carefully got out of his chair and walked closer to Zecora, a hungry look in his eye. “So, I do believe you promised to, what was it, ‘show me some skin’ if I told everyone we were goin’ out?”

“Well, if we’re simply keeping track, there’s still to tell your sister, Jack,” she coyly replied, running a finger along her neckline.

“Hey, doesn’t two outta three count?” Mac ran a hand across her firm arm, slowly moving upward to her shoulder.

Zecora mulled over that for a moment, leaving Mac in limbo, but she finally gave in. “Mmm, perhaps it will, my darling Mac. Consider yourself lucky that I’ll cut you some slack.” She took a step closer to him, resting her soft breasts against his pecs. She squeezed him tight and gave a warm, loving sigh.

He leaned in close, hidden from the view of granny and Bloom, his lips hovering just over hers. “Ya know where my room is?”

“I can find it rather quick–-I’ve been there plenty when you’ve been sick.”

“Good. ‘Cause I think I might need some special treatment.” His lips touched lightly with her own, the static of their passion kindling something warm inside their hearts. “Mind givin’ me a look?”

She brushed his hair with a hand, her eyes half-lidded and her teasing smirk enticing. “I hope you don’t simply stare and scoff, when I tell you, Mac, to turn and cough.”

His hand brushed up her belly, but he stopped himself before he reached her breasts. There’d be plenty of time for that later, in a much more private settings. So with great reluctance he peeled himself away, and just in time too. Bloom walked in, yawning wide and rubbing at her eyes.

“Bloom, bedtime,” Mac ordered, hoping she didn’t catch the red in his cheeks.

“B-but I ain’t tired yet!” she protested, blinking hard.

“No buts, missy. Now off to bed.”

Bloom cursed in her head. Dangit, Mac! Why you gotta play the daddy all the time? She never really knew her own, so she understood why he tried his best to be both a brother and father figure she could depend on. Which also meant she had to abide by the bedtime call.

Outside, the thunder rumbled ominously.

“Can I at least get a bedtime story?” Bloom asked, her eyes quietly pleading as she stared up at her brother.

Mac sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He hated having to read the exactly same book, every night upon night. But it was for her, so he could hardly say no. And Zecora was giving him the look. “Sure thing, Bloom. Just wash up and head in yer room then.”

She gave a small cheer, hugging him at his thigh and running up the flight of stairs.

“Oh Goddesses, not this again,” Mac groaned, preparing himself for another mind numbing session of reading that insufferable book. Zecora glanced over the huffy man.

“If you tire and yearn for bed, I can tell her a story instead,” she offered.

“Seriously?” Mac asked, a look of relief on his face. “I mean, sure, I’m bettin’ she’d really enjoy havin’ a story read to her from ya.”

“I’ll tell her a story, and I surely won’t fail. Bloom will truly enjoy this tale.” She gave a small, lingering touch to Mac’s cheek, then left, climbing up the stairway and entering Bloom’s room.

Mac shrugged, smiling now that he didn’t have to read Bloom anymore. “Mac, come back here and help me clean the table!” Granny yelled from the dining room.

Bloom eagerly hopped into bed, all decked out in her apple pattern pajamas and her teeth freshly brushed. Dragging the covers over herself, she said, “Are ya gonna tell me a story now, Zecora?”

Bloom’s substitute reader grabbed a nearby stool and sat beside the bed. “It would be a delight, to tell you a tale upon this night.” Zecora gazed at the dozens of short stories in a nearby bookshelf, before smiling at the child. “Perhaps instead of a book in my hands, I shall tell you a tale that comes from my lands.”

“Oh, sure! I just like forcing Mac to read me the same story every night ‘cause it annoys him. Don’t tell him that, though,” Bloom said with a giggle.

Zecora gave another hearty laugh, making a motion of sealing her lips, before clearing her throat. She crossed her legs and sat properly upon the stool. “Now, Bloom, if I may beseech. Would it be alright if I spoke in the Lower Speech?”

“Say what now?” Bloom asked, tilting her head.

Zecora gave a small pause, then continued in a slightly halting manner. “If I were to... not speak in my father’s tongue, until the story’s done?”

“Um, sure. Still dunno what ya mean by it.” Bloom stared at her with wide, shining eyes, looking adorable as could be.

“Thank you,” Zecora nodded somewhat solemnly. “You’re a good child.” She looked down at her hands, once more in thought. “It was long ago, in the dense jungle of a faraway land, where there lived a family of cats. A mother, father, and two children. They...” Zecora nodded in a silent confirmation of her own thoughts. “They loved one another very much, and spent many days in happiness, eating their fill and laughing together. They were, in all regards, a perfect family.

“One day, the father’s haran–-the tribe leader, came to the family. He had to alert them; witkaba had invaded their jungle.”

“Witkaba?” Bloom repeated.

“White wolves. For a time, the father ignored the haran’s warning. ‘It is a land of milk and honey,’ the father cat said, ‘there is nothing for them to take. Let them stay.’ And, for a time, there came harmony.”

“Like the Elements of Harmony?” Bloom asked, peering over her covers. “From the old story books?”

“In a way,” Zecora agreed with a nod. “However, their harmony was developed not from stones, but from their hearts.” Then she frowned. “It changed. Storms gathered within their selves, and in due time, their fangs and claws turned from prey, and to each other’s throats.”

“So they turned mean?” Bloom leaned in as she grew more intrigued with the story.

“Very.” Zecora’s tone turned grim. She crossed her arms and ignored the sharp pain in her gut. “The witkaba tore children away from their homes just as the cats broke apart their own families with tooth and nail. While the cats were proud warriors that had numbers, the witkaba had the mentality of pack hunters–the cats were locked in strife with their fellow clans almost as often as engaging the enemy. Then...” She seemed like she wanted to add something, but she just shrugged instead.

“Then the father cat perished at the hands of a wolf, giving his family just enough time to flee the jungle. Their journey took them across many miles.” Zecora swept her arm in the air to illustrate the point. “They soon came to the desert.” She grew somber, glancing to the side. “The mother and one of her cubs perished at the hands of rats, leaving nothing but a dried husk for the carrion birds to feed on. But the other... the other walked further still. She walked until her paws bled, then she kept walking. Until she gagged for want of water, but she walked. Until she became delirious, still, she walked.” Zecora paused. She let the room settle for a moment, then she appraised the child. “Do you know what happened next?”

“I dunno,” Bloom answered with misty eyes. “The cat lived happily ever after?”

“No,” Zecora replied. “Well, at least not yet. Rather, she was saved by a passing crow. He led her to water and told her of a town, beyond the sea of sand, beyond the misty mountains and beyond the dense, nightmarish forest of illusions and dread. A town.” Zecora scratched at her ear. “She again traveled and saw many things, many beasts and wonders. Many friends. Many, many things. Then, one day, she came to the town the crow spoke of. A town filled with witkaba as far as the eye could see.”

“Was the cat scared?” Bloom asked, her eyes growing wide as the story continued.

“She was. And, in a way, still is. For many days, she could do no more than stare at the creatures that took her family from her. Need, however, eventually cures all fears. She braved the town and was all but turned away, many times with threats. Save for one little cub, willing to give her a chance.”

“Ooh, who was the cub? Was it a cute kitty cat?” Bloom asked excitedly, beaming a smile.

“One of the cutest in the land. One of the bravest too.” Zecora reached over and patting Bloom’s head. “She convinced the town to give the stranger a chance, and they did.” She felt her face heat up slightly as she spared a glance towards Bloom’s door. “One day, after many years, a witkaba haran offered to take her into his clan. He was a brave wolf, and protected his family with his life. She saw his conviction and the gentle spirit he held, and agreed in a heartbeat to be his.” Zecora once more gave a maternal smile to the young girl. “Now you may say ‘she lived happily ever after.’”

“She lived happily ever after,” Bloom repeated, yawning slightly and snuggling up closer under her sheets. Blinking her sleep induced eyes to stay awake a moment longer, Bloom whispered, “Zecora, are ya always gonna be here? Forever an’ ever?”

“I have no clue, no true plan.” She leaned forward, giving a kiss to the little girl’s forehead. “But I’ll try to, Bloom, if I can.”

Bloom’s eyes fluttered to a close, not before she said, “Love ya, Zecora.” And with that her chest rose gently up and down from beneath her covers, a clear sign she was asleep.

The woman felt the sting of happy tears; she wiped at her eyes quickly with the back of her hand as she walked to the door. With a small smile as she pulled it closed, she whispered. “My words are true and set me free. I love you too, my young sweet pea.”

She took a few steps down the hall, then a right, ending directly in front of Mac’s bedroom. She gave a small, quiet knock.

“Come on in!” Mac called from the other side of the door, just throwing off his shirt on the dresser near his bed. Zecora entered and quickly shut the door behind her. She gave an appraising eye over his body.

“I must say Mac, you’re truly blessed, to have such an amazing chest.”

Mac chuckled, flexing his muscular arms a bit just to show off. “I could say the same fer ya.” He slowly walked closer, a cocky grin on his face he usually didn’t let loose in public, or even private.

She trailed her hands up, and cupped them under her breasts. She briefly lifted them up and gave a questioning tilt of her head. “I don’t know why it’s these, that bring you men upon your knees.” Her touch turned sensual, caressing and clasping each swelling globe in her hands, before letting them go and running a palm down her sides. Even in her conservative robe, the sight was almost maddening to the giant of a man.

Mac gulped, his jeans feeling much more constricting on his body. He hesitantly reached out and grasped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly while moving it in a circular pattern. “I dunno, but it’s sexy as hell,” he admitted. He increased the pressure of his squeeze on Zecora. She let out a little gasp, wincing slightly at the pressure, but simultaneously melting into her lover, resting her palm on the back of his hand and giving an encouraging, needful nod.

“Not to bask in my own vain glory, but it seems that your sister liked my story,” she commented, briefly stepping back from him and removing her robe, exposing her much more racy jungle attire. She ran a finger along her loincloth and gave a small glance to Mac’s jeans.

Mac was bulging at the seams, begging to be released. Zecora removing her robe and revealing more of the delicious dark skin he lusted for just made him want her more. He leaned closer so that her shoulder was resting on his chest. “So, ‘Cora, everyone’s asleep, and we have a thunderstorm outside. Ready fer some fun?”

“I was ready long before we’ve even begun. Hurry and get your pants undone,” she ordered, pointing at his belt.

Mac didn’t need telling twice. He was already unzipping his pants and removing his belt at a great speed. He discarded his pants across the room, only his boxers hiding his erect member as he pushed it against Zecora. A great heat came to her thigh, radiating from Mac’s thick erection. “So, ya want me to take my pants off. Mind tellin’ me why?” Mac teased, rubbing the bulge in his boxers against her harder.

The lustful tribal smirked. She wasn’t afraid of talking dirty. She could run circles around him if it needed done. Not that she minded–it was refreshing to have such an inexperienced partner as him. “Do you wish me to be truly blunt?” Zecora snapped her hand forward and clasped his member through his boxers. “I want this thing,” she gave it a small shake. “Inside my cunt.”

“Then what are we waitin’ fer?” Mac chuckled, leading her to his bed. He hopped onto his back, his mattress springing upward. Pulling at his boxers, he asked, “Hey, mind helpin’ me with these?”

“Helping you would be quite swell.” Zecora swayed seductively to the bed. She landed her perfectly strong rump nearby Mac’s head, her loincloth dangerously close to revealing her nethers. She moved forward to move her face near his groin. “But only if you do as well.”

Mac obliged, reaching out with a finger and tugging her loincloth off, removing it past her legs until he could get a good look at her succulent treasure. Seemed she was aroused at him at the moment. Testing out new waters, he carefully prodded her vaginal lips with a finger, then sank it ever deeper and wiggling about, just barely tweaking the clit.

Zecora bucked towards him at the stimulation, letting his finger plunge further into her. She pulled his boxers down, exposing his pride. She traced a circle around its tip with her tongue, moistened the shaft with few well placed dives, then took a slow, moaning plunge. She took to working the back of her mouth on the tip, humming slightly to increase the stimulation.

Mac continued to finger Zecora’s lips. He adjusted her so that her knees rested on either side of him as she continued to pleasure his cock with her seductive mouth. Seeing how she was enjoying it so much, he leaned close and gave her moistened lips a careful lick. Finding the taste of her sexual juices to be strangely appealing, he licked her again, gently lapping at her wetness. His tongue traveled deeper into her pussy with every lick.

Zecora let out a loud gasp that descended into a deep moan, then quickly quieted herself. She was still trying to be mindful of the others in the house. Zecora cupped Mac’s testicles in her hand, taking to rub and lightly squeeze them as she continued her lip service.

Sticking his tongue further inside her, Mac kept at fingering Zecora while also making a sucking motion with his lips. When she started playing with his balls he groaned in delight, now using both fingers to pull her vaginal lips apart so his tongue could explore every inch of her wonderful nethers.

Zecora stopped briefly to speak again. “It’s almost more than I can b-bare, how fantastic you are within our... our affair.” She let out a gasp as his tongue ran along her wall. Her thighs briefly clenched in pleasure, squeezing at Mac’s tongue.

The tongue alone was a wild beast, licking and slobbering all over her pussy in a mad bid to pleasure her. It was an ongoing cycle of pleasure, with his mouth working hers and hers working his, they kept pushing each other further to the point of release. Zecora’s skilled lips and tongue had gotten to every possible inch of Mac’s shaft. He didn’t know how much longer he could take before he blew sky-high, but he did know he was going to take her along with him.

Zecora seemed aware of his intention and brought his cock even deeper into her mouth, his hairs tickling her chin as she went in deep and rose. She suddenly stopped, rising and adjusting to where she squatted mere inches above his throbbing member. Zecora looked over her shoulder at Mac’s reddening face and winked.

“Are you prepared, my little pup? It’s time for you to saddle up.”

Grinning, Mac grabbed her ass in his strong grip, squeezing her asscheeks hard. His member throbbed and begged to be inside her. “Ya better believe it!”

She came down onto his shaft, then started working it over, thrusting him in and out of her with an almost artistic beauty. With every impact against his pelvis, her ass jiggled and her breasts bounced, sweat soaking her body. The tribal briefly leaned back, putting a palm against the side of Mac’s face.

Mac was quick at work moving his hips in time with her attacks on his dick, thrusting upward when he could. With both hands he pulled her down hard whenever she came back down, making his dick dive into her even deeper. He grunted with each thrust, trying his best to be faster and last longer, but he soon found himself slipping.

Zecora moved her hands forward. He raked his outer thighs with her nails as she let out another groan in ecstasy. Thunder rumbled hard, rattling the picture frames in Mac’s room. Soon, another bolt of lightning all but blinded the two.

“Mac right now, with you I plead. Fill me up with your thick seed!” she begged. Her tongue hung from her mouth, with her walls squeezing herself tightly against his cock.

“Ah... Comin’... Yes!” Mac shouted, thrusting into her faster. His erect dick was on the edge of releasing his seed inside her.

Unfortunately for him, a knock on the door quickly threw him off his game. “Mac, can I come in? The thunder is scarin’ me!” Bloom called out from behind the door.

“...Fuck,” Mac swore, pushing Zecora off himself and quickly grabbing his boxers to put on, struggling to stick his erect cock back inside it. “Zecora, quick, put somethin’ on!”

In a heartbeat she donned her loincloth and scanned the area for her bra. Not seeing it, she quickly dove for his clothes hamper, and threw on one of his undershirts. It laid almost comically on her figure, stretching nearly to her knees.

“Okay Bloom, it’s okay to come in now!” Mac shouted, covering himself with his bedsheets and praying desperately his hard-on would die soon enough.

Bloom entered the room, drawing a sceptical look when she saw Zecora wearing the shirt. “Uh, Mac, why’s Zecora with ya?”

“Oh, yeah, ya see...” Mac blushed deeply, not able to find the right words to tell his sister what him and Zecora were doing exactly.

“The thunder outside gave me quite a fright. Mac offered to help me make it through the night,” Zecora lied, giving a glance to Mac that told him to play along.

“Um, yeah! Seems ya and Zecora have that in common, heh, heh.” Mac was an awful liar, but he was hoping Bloom would at least buy it.

Staring at them a moment longer, she shrugged and quickly hopped into bed next to Mac, ducking under the covers. “Hey Zecora, ya comin’ or what?”

“She was about to a second ago...” Mac muttered quietly, fuming silently at being cockblocked by his own sister. Zecora snorted, but said nothing, humoring Bloom.

“Now it’s time for us to sleep. From you, Bloom, I don’t want a peep,” she instructed kindly as she turned on her side to face Mac. “And perhaps in the morning, when you’re awake, I can... simply take care of your empty ache.”

Anticipation rose in Mac’s chest at that prospect. It looked like his time spent with Zecora wouldn’t be completely wasted after all. Come to think of it, wonder how Jack’s date went? ...Sure as hell went better than my night.

Jack grunted, crossing her arms over her naked chest with a small scowl. Next to her in bed was an extremely embarrassed Soarin. He scratched his spiky blue hair, blushing fiercely. “S-sorry about that,” he mumbled, not daring to look at her.

She rolled her eyes. “An’ I thought Dash did things in ten seconds flat. Ya certainly earned that title as fastest of the Wonderbolts.”