Zecora's Whimsical & Sexy Adventure

by KawaiiKun

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Zecora, Twilight Sparkle, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Sex
Length: 1625

Zecora does things... Questionable things.

Zecora was always a more simple mare; as many others couldn't possibly imagine staying to themselves most of the time, Zecora enjoyed being on her lonesome. Things work like this until one day, She gets an unexpected visitor.

Will she spill her secrets all over the floor?

Note: Cover image is not done by me.

Published 2013-06-29 06:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-29 06:40:01 UTC

It Begins...

Zecora scampered around her hut, gathering herbs and other ingredients for an order that had come in from Canterlot. It had come from one of her most frequent customers, as the potion did not last long and the mare (actually a stallion) did not want her husband to find out her (his) actual gender. While Zecora may not have been completely sure if it was ever the right thing to do, she did as requested regardless of her musings. Money is money after all.

Her hut door opened again, Zecora paying no mind as she imagined it was simply Applebloom walking in again.

"Oh glorious zebra butt, tell me your secrets," said a very masculine, very SEXY voice as she felt something strange come to rest on her glorious zebra butt. She froze in place, a blush forming on her face from never being touched in such a way. She turned her head slightly, too shy and afraid of what might be in her hut.

Resting it's head on her flank was an ostrich. Not just any ostrich though, mind. Its neck muscles were well-toned, with it's face having very strong features. His beady black eyes stared into her soul, penetrating it with relative ease. He slowly drew a circle with his cheek on her flank, nibbling with his beak, causing her to refrain from showing her appreciation.

"Well, are you going to tell me them, or what?," The ostrich asked in a playful tone, turning his head so he was now full-on nibbling her glorious zebra butt. Zecora could not hold back her body's urges anymore, as her body gave in to the seductive efforts put forth by the ostrich. A wet pool started to slowly form around the zebra's legs as her excitement grew. "My my, that is quite a secret," remarked the ostrich as he licked up her juices like it was grapefruit juice.

Applebloom walked in, and simply walked back out.

"Let me see your cock, for I wish to make you as hard as a rock," Zecora said in the most seductive tone she could muster, which wasn't much considering she was a little short for breath and the statement came out more airy and she stuttered. The ostrich complied, swiftly but comically falling on his bottom as he spread his little chicken legs far and wide for all to see his magnificent glory. His confidence was shot down however, as Zecora could not refrain herself from laughing at his pint-sized passion.

"You dare laugh at my pride and joy? Many hens have gazed upon this in wonderment, eyes filled with wanting and lust," He said, clearly insulted, his pride having taken a direct hit.

"Tears are not meant to be shed, as you can simply use your head," Zecora replied, her having caught sight of his long, beautiful neck. The ostrich considered this for a moment. He had never done so before, and if this had been real, he would of had some serious breathing problems; regardless, he gladly accepted her offer. Zecora turned around, her flank showering the ostrich in all of it's glory. I'd say it was like the part from Psy's "Gentleman" song if I didn't dislike that song. He recovered from the initial shock, quickly zooming forward and teasing her already moist folds with his beak.

Applebloom walked in, looked at a couple vials of potions, and simply walked back out once again.

As the ostrich continued his teasing, Zecora grunted in annoyance. This had gone on for far too long, and the ostrich could tell he had struck a nerve in the zebra (no pun intended). Sensing the time was right, he plunged forth, only to jump back when a large burst of blood exploded from the zebra.

"AHHHHhhh!," Zecora squealed, her body quivering from the pain. The ostrich was taken aback after he had successfully spit her blood out of his mouth.

"Dude, you're a virgin?," He asked, disbelieving that a pretty little thing like her couldn't have gotten some Snu Snu. She blushed, looking down in shame. "That just makes this a more pleasurable and fun experience," The ostrich said with a smirk on his beak, which Zecora returned as she felt more confident in her body now.

Since everything was all well and good, the ostrich took the plunge again, albeit slowly at first as to not discomfort his goddess. She whinnied in pleasure, slowly starting to rock her hips up and down, attempting to sync her rhythm to his own. They eventually found themselves a pace, each thrust of his head met with her flank going down.

Applebloom walked in, and smelled her armpit; smelling that she smelled like a gay Japanese salaryman who rode the subway for the sole purpose of rubbing up against all the other men stuffed in there, she turned and simply walked out again.

Their intimacy continued, until the ostrich found himself slamming his head into the air. Fearful that he had scared off his queen, he did not open his eyes as his mind was plagued with despairing thoughts. No! My heart, it has been broken! Stomped on, digested... Dragged into the street and shot by those it trusted most! I take a sip of rum, and drown my sorrows...

An impatient chittering awakened him from his despair. He opened his eyes, to see that the zebra had simply laid down with her legs spread, seeking that he continue. "Sorry, my legs were getting tired," Zecora explained, dropping her habit of rhyming everything.

Applebloom walked in, and plucked a few feathers from the ostrich. She put them in her hair, and started flailing about, chanting, attempting to summon forth the spirits of her ancestors to guide her tribe into a more desirable future. Satisfied with herself, she turned and simply walked out, once again.

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Twilight and Shoeshine sat at the window of Zecora's hut, watching the situation. Twilight had insisted on taking Shoeshine to see the zebra, as Shoeshine had been bucked in the face earlier from a very disgruntled customer (Blueblood, being the stupid cunt he is). Zecora laid on the floor of her hut, moaning in ecstasy as for whatever reason, an ostrich repeatedly shoved it's head into her large & floppy zebra vagina. The door opened, Applebloom walking out. She stopped about 14 hooves in front of the door, having taken off the feathers and stared off into the vast nothingness of space.

The two mares sat in shock, silence being the overall regime (if you didn't count Zecora's moaning and the rattling of her furniture).

"...Twilight," Shoeshine said, breaking the silence, "What the hay is going on here?" Shoeshine knew, as she was witnessing it herself. She was more merely asking Twilight to see if she could at least explain why such a thing was happening.

The two sat in silence for a bit longer, watching Applebloom walk back in and pretend to be a slug in Zecora's fluids, only to walk back out once again, covered in said fluids.

Twilight's head snapped, like she had just shook herself to stop herself from falling asleep. She looked towards Shoeshine, "What? Hasn't something like this happened to you?"

Shoeshine shook her head, confused, "What do you mean? I just clean ponies shoes, and i'm a single mare. I don't do stuff like this," she answered, looking slightly uneasy.

"Oh," Twilight said, looking surprised, "Stuff like this happens all the time. In a world far away, these strange creatures write stories of us ponies in an attempt to either entertain their fellow creatures, or simply to satisfy their own ends. I don't describe them as strange for no reason, however; what you see here is pretty much what they write about, when they aren't making us fall in love, putting themselves in the story, or anything else of the sort. Hay, last week, I had sex with my brother... I've honestly had better, and I was a virgin beforehoof. Matter-of-fact, this conversation is most likely being typed by some guy in his dining room at midnight as he listens to his disco playlist and eats summer sausage without any cheese or crackers. Who the hay eats summer sausage without cheese or crackers?"

"But i've never had anything happen to me," Shoeshine said, trying to make rhyme or reason of such occurrences.

"Maybe they just haven't noticed you, or it could be that they just don't take interest in you," Twilight mused, her eyes slightly widened as she realized that may have not been the best thing to say. A mare is always sensitive about their looks, and to say that a large amount of beings didn't glance at her as they had at so many other ponies, might end up making her feeling either relieved or offended.

It ended up being the latter, it seems. Shoeshine looked down as her eyes glazed over, depression rearing it's greasy-maned, neck-bearded head. To think that she was disregarded by a pack of morons who could think up something so stupid as an ostrich shoving it's head into a zebra's salmon canyon, was truly hurtful. If she couldn't get that kind of attention, what kind of attention could she get? Shoeshine's eyes shimmered as tears were on the brink of streaming down her adorable little cheeks, her face almost looking like the forever alone meme.

Twilight wrapped a hoof around the scorned mare as she led her away from the scene, whispering that it was going to be alright and that maybe someday, she could have sex with an ostrich as well.

Fin

Author's Note

My first fanfic, just something short I wrote in less than an hour. Please, enjoy.