Chapter 6: I Put a Spell on You

(This chapter contains Futanari and Lactation.)

“This tea is lovely, Fluttershy,” Velvet said, removing the cup from her lips and setting it down on the saucer. “But you really didn't have to make it fresh, you know.”

“Oh, it's no trouble at all. Just common courtesy,” the yellow mare replied, sitting across from her in her cottage. “Besides I had some extra time on my hands today, so I was happy you came to see me.”

The writer raised an eyebrow. “Really? I would have thought you would be up to your eyebrows in work, considering you're acting captain of the weather team on top of your normal job.”

“Oh, not at all. Everypony has been very helpful. Especially Thunderlane and Snowflake have been putting in extra hours to pick up the slack lately. I can't imagine why Rainbow used to complain about their laziness all the time.”

Velvet gave a nervous chuckle. Had she done that? “Yes, well. I've had the pleasure of making their acquaintance the other day at the gym. They seemed very … eager to please.”

“Besides, the duty roster for the month was already set, when I took over and there's plenty of time for 'administrative work' scheduled for the Captain.” When Velvet looked at her questioningly, the animal caretaker giggled. “It's Rainbow's secret code for nap time.”

“I see,” Velvet replied with a grin. Then the corners of her mouth dropped again. “So there's been no word at all?”

Fluttershy shook her head sadly. “I'm afraid not. Last I heard the task force was headed out over the Gulf of Camelu to dissipate the supercell.” Seeing the crestfallen look on the older mare's face, she quickly added: “But I'm sure they're fine. As acting captain the Department of Weather would have surely notified me, if something was amiss.”

Velvet forced a smile onto her face. “I know, that's why I came to see you. It's just, … I'm worried, you know. Twilight hasn't had her wings for very long and now she's out there in heavy weather. I'm her mother. I can't help it.”

Fluttershy walked around the table and sat down next to her on the sofa, placing a kind hand on her shoulder. “I know the feeling. Whenever one of my animals gets lost in the Everfree Forest, I go all to pieces. But Rainbow Dash is with her and she's not gonna let anything happen to Twilight. I'm sure of it. She is the Element of Loyalty, after all.”

Velvet looked up at the young mare with a smile. “Just as you are the Element of Kindness. Thanks for reassuring me.” Out of all of Twilight's friends, Velvet had always known that Fluttershy had probably the most strength inside of her. Sure, there was her outward appearance. But inside beat the heart of a lion, when it came to her friends. Having known Rainbow Dash for so long, each had seemingly rubbed off on the other with their best qualities, making them both stronger for it as a result.

Many had wondered after the Return of Nightmare Moon why these six young mares had been chosen by the Elements. Having gotten to know them more intimately over the past few days, very intimately in Pinkie's and Rarity's case, Velvet could see now that the Element Bearers were far more than the sum of their parts and she was happy her daughter had found such fine friends in them.

That last thought reminded her of the other reason she had decided to pay the pegasus a visit. “Fluttershy,” she began delicately. “You're close with Rarity, aren't you?”

“Sure.”

“The thing is, Spike went on a date with her to finally confess his feelings and ask her out for real. But judging from the way he's been acting since then, I gather that things didn't go too well.” That was the understatement of the century. “Has she said anything to you about it?”

The yellow mare nodded slowly. “Rarity has been acting oddly as well during our spa session yesterday. She didn't even try to talk me into getting the House Special as usual.”

“House Special?” Velvet inquired with a cocked eyebrow.

Flutterhy blushed furiously and hid behind her mane. “I-it's nothing. Forget I said anything. Anyway, I think Rarity was just surprised by the confession is all. She told me it was the first time somepony, well somedragon I guess, but you get what I mean, has actually told her that he loves her. She just didn't know how to respond.”

“Oh, don't be silly. I always figured she would have to beat suitors off with a stick.”

Fluttershy shook her head. “You would think so. But most stallions are far too intimidated by her to actually try something. I mean, think about it. She's beautiful, runs her own successful business and she's an Element of Harmony.”

Velvet mulled that one over in her head. It would explain why she took advantage of the spa's special services so frequently. “But Spike's crush on her has been an open secret for years. Why would she be surprised?”

“Well, that's just it,” Fluttershy said, taking another sip of her tea. “Practically all of us had given up on the notion that he'd ever go for the direct approach. I'm still puzzled as to how he even mustered up the courage.”

The novelist scratched the back of her head. “I may have had something to do with that, actually. I was only trying to help by giving him a little push in the right direction.”

“Oh, don't take me wrong,” Fluttershy interceded quickly. “I think it's marvellous that Spike's finally come out and said it. The way I see it, the ball is in Rarity's court now.”

“I guess so and if it doesn't work out, at least he can start to get over her.”

Suddenly there was a knock at Fluttershy's door. The yellow mare got up and opened the door. A smile crossed her face. “Oh, Snowflake. Come in.”

The buffed stallion took a step inside and froze on the spot as he saw Velvet.

“Hello there, Snowflake. It's nice to see you again,” she said cheerfully. “How have you been?”

He gulped. “Pretty good. Though I think I pulled a muscle during our … workout together.”

“Was there something you wanted?” Fluttershy inquired, blissfully unaware of the full implications of the exchange.

The pegasus stallion cleared his throat, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. “Yes, ma'am. We're done with cloud busting on the west side of town. Do you have any further orders for the weather team today?”

“That was quick. I didn't think you would be that fast.” She put a finger on her chin, thinking. “There's nothing else for today, so you can tell the team to take the afternoon off.”

“Is there any help you need with your work, Captain?” he asked almost hopefully. “I'd be more than happy to give you a hand with your administrative duties, ma'am.”

Fluttershy fidgeted a bit, but to Velvet it seemed like there was something else beside the obvious guilt about the mislabeled nap time in her demeanor. “Well, it's Friday. So you could help me on my rounds to give out the pay checks, … if you wouldn't mind that is.”

“Not at all, ma'am. Happy to help.”

“Wait just a minute. I'll get the checks and we can go.” Now there was no mistake about it. Velvet distinctly saw the slight flush on the yellow mare's cheeks as she hurried past her.

Remembering the comments he had made in the locker room, Velvet stood up and snuggled up at Snowflake's side. “You like her, don't you?” she whispered in his ear.

“I-I,” he stuttered. “I don't know what you mean.”

Velvet straightened and looked him in the eye. “Remember who you're talking to, cadet! I asked you a question. Do you like her or not?”

“YEAH!” he blurted out and then looked at her sheepishly.

“Don't worry,” Velvet chuckled. “I'm not gonna tell her about our little training session. Now, when she gets back, you leave the talking to me? Understood?”

He nodded dumbly, evidently not sure whether or not he could trust her, but having no other choice in the matter.

“Ready to go?” Fluttershy asked as she came back. “I'm awfully sorry to cut your visit short, Velvet.”

“No matter,” Velvet said understandingly. “Duty calls. But really, you shouldn't overwork yourselves, both of you. It's not good for your health. As a matter of fact, Snowflake here told me that he has some coupons for Sugarcube Corner.”

“I do?” the white stallion said puzzled and then winced as Velvet stepped on his foot. She slid the two coupons out of her purse behind her back and passed them over to Snowflake, unnoticed by Fluttershy. “I mean, I do,” he said, holding them out in front of him.

Velvet nodded. Pinkie had adamantly refused to accept them for Spike's sapphire cupcakes, claiming that her special 'lesson' had more than made up for it, so she had been carrying them around since then. “And I've heard that they've come up with a simply divine new recipe for blackberry cupcakes. The two of you should try it after your rounds are finished.”

“Oh no,” Fluttershy protested. “I couldn't accept that. These are yours, after all, Snowflake.”

After a moment's silence Velvet frowned and jabbed Snowflake sharply between the ribs with her elbow.

“It's no trouble at all, Captain,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “You're the one who has put the most work out of all of us in to cover for Rainbow Dash. It'd be my pleasure to treat you.”

“And it's always more fun and relaxing to eat and have somepony to talk to,” Velvet supplied helpfully. “I'd have half a mind to join you, if I hadn't made plans for the afternoon already.”

Fluttershy bit her lower lip. “Well, okay then. I'd be happy to accompany you to Sugarcube Corner later, Snowflake, if you wouldn't mind.”

His face lit up like a Hearths Warming Eve tree. “Of course not.”

Mission accomplished, Velvet thought. The three made their way out of Fluttershy's cottage and to the crossroads in front of it. They had already said their goodbyes, when the yellow pegasus turned around and came up to Velvet one more time. “If you're still worried about Twilight, you might try Zecora's.”

“The zebra who lives in the Everfree?” she asked.

Fluttershy nodded. “It might be a long shot, but she's very wise and she's got ways of knowing things the rest of us don't. I just thought I'd mention it.”

Velvet gave her a smile. “Thank you, dear.” Then she leaned in closer to her young friend and began to whisper. “You have fun on your date now.”

Fluttershy's ears turned a bright crimson, but she smiled nonetheless. Nodding, she hurried back to Snowflake's side. They were so cute together, the way they walked off so close their shoulders were almost touching. Snowflake looked over his back for a moment and gave Velvet a nod of appreciation.

She returned the gesture with a wink and then turned around. “The Everfree Forest, huh?” she muttered, looking at the looming darkness of thick trees that was before her. “It's worth a try.”

* * *

Velvet was deep in thought as she walked along the dim path through the Everfree Forest. Despite the sun being out, there seemed to be a constant gloom hanging about this place that was untapped by pony civilization. She was aware of the dangers, but as far as she knew things were fine as long as she remained on the path and returned before dark.

But her thoughts were not really on the dangers of the forest. She wasn't so much frightened as introspective. The serenity of the woods gave her a chance to reflect on the events of the last couple of days.

She had never felt as happy and at peace as she had here. There was never a quiet moment in Canterlot. The people she would meet in the street would hardly give her a glance. The rural nature of this place was quite different. Every pony in Ponyville was always willing to greet others with a smile and a nod. She had enjoyed getting to know the ponies here, some rather intimately.

It was exactly that which was nagging at her now. On more than one occasion she had come frighteningly close to being caught in a compromising position. Sure, there were no high society reporters lurking behind every corner like in the big city. But one slip-up could have caused a very different wheel to turn, the small town gossip mill.

“What the hay am I doing?” she asked out loud. “I came here to spend some time with Twilight and get inspiration for my book. How do I even manage to keep getting myself into these situations?”

It wasn't so much her own reputation that concerned her but her daughter's. She was used to the fact that not everyone appreciated her writing and more often than not that dislike extended to her own person. Night Light had already dealt a major blow to Twilight's public image with his stupidity.

“Night Light,” she sighed. She was still mad at him and rightly so. Still, she had used his actions to justify her own way of chasing inspiration in the recent days. But was she really any different, jeopardizing Twilight's happiness to get some material for her stupid book?

She realized that discovery had so far only been avoided by sheer, dumb luck. There was no guarantee that nopony would walk in on her the next time she played the poney pokey with whoever happened to get her creativity going.

“Next time?” Velvet asked, her eyes going wide. It was the implication that she had already decided there was going to be a next time that horrified her. She buried her head in her hands and groaned. “Oh Celestia, what am I doing? I'm sorry, Twilight.” Twilight. She reminded herself why she had entered the forest in the first place.

Velvet clenched her fist and made a decision. “I've got to tell her. … But what if she starts hating me?” The novelist shook her head. “It doesn't matter. She needs to know.” That way at least she would have a chance to prepare for the fallout and distance herself from it, if word ever got out. Celestia would help her. She wouldn't punish Twilight for her mother's mistakes. She nodded in determination and resolved to tell Twilight everything as soon as she got back.

Having reached that decision made her feel better and she lifted her chin. “Oh dear.” Looking around now, she realized that she had been so deep in thought that she had lost the trail. She tried retracing her steps, but one patch of trees looked much the same as the last one. “Brilliant, Velvet,” she reprimanded herself, lightly hitting her forehead with her fist. “Sometimes I do wonder where Twilight got her smarts from. Certainly wasn't from me.”

Her ears perked up at a rustling sound. Was something there? The feeling of hungry eyes watching her crept up her spine like an icy chill. “Is somepony there?” she asked and was greeted by a howl from a distance.

Timber wolves, she thought in a state of panic, taking a step back. So far she hadn't given herself away. Maybe they hadn't noticed her yet. Maybe if she remained very quiet. Then she spotted two glowing green eyes behind a bush. “Twilight was right. Life is that ironic in Ponyville.”

Velvet steeled herself, taking a deep breath and stood perfectly still for a moment. Having decided on a direction, she made a dash for it. When confronted by a pack of timber wolves there was generally not much deliberation going into the fight or flight instinct. One just ran. Unfortunately the vegetation only seemed to grow denser around her and low hanging branches and bushes with sharp thorns tore at her dress.

But the sounds of snarling and snapping at her heels made her double her pace nonetheless. She could hear them getting closer. Then her hoof struck air and she took a tumble forwards, yelling out in surprise as she rolled down an unseen grassy knoll.

“Oww.” She rubbed her backside while pushing herself to her knees. Nothing seemed broken, but looking up she froze. Right in front of her were three of the beasts. Their wooden bodies taut, poised for the attack, their large canines dripping with saliva. “Is this how it ends for Twilight Velvet? Getting eaten by some critters in the Everfree, never to be found again? I'm sorry, Twilight.”

She saw how the lead wolf prepared to jump her and Velvet closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable. However instead of the sound of her own tearing flesh, a yelp of pain from the wolf reached her ears. Opening her eyes again, she saw the creature shaking its head and being halfway engulfed in some kind of green smoke.

“Begone you brutes, from this part of the woods,” a deep yet feminine voice commanded from behind Velvet. She looked up the knoll and saw a pony-like figure outlined against the sun. The figure came down the slope with slow and deliberate steps, showing no sign of fear or alarm.

Once she had reached the bottom and stood beside Velvet, she could see that it was in fact a zebra. The black and white stripes were clearly visible, for she was wearing a brown leather brassiere and loincloth and little else. But Velvet could care less about her saviour's fashion sense at this moment. She was just happy to see her.

The lead wolf had recovered by now and the pack stood ready to attack again. The zebra frowned and reached into the leather pouch at her side for a hand full of green powder. “Do not make me cross, or I'll turn you into moss.” With a flick of her wrist, she threw the substance at the pack and they were immediately engulfed by another smoke cloud.

Whatever was in there seemed to upset their sense of smell and before long the yelps and snarls turned into scared whining and most of the wolves started to back away. The alpha gave them one last look of defiance, one which the zebra returned with unruffled calm, before retreating back into the forest as well.

Velvet let out an explosive breath, realizing only now that she had been holding it in for the last minute or so. “Thank you. You saved my life.”

The zebra looked down at her and gave her a confident smile, offering her a hand in support. “It's quite okay, the beasts in this forest are my forté. But pray tell my dear, what brings you all the way out here?”

“I came to see you, actually,” Velvet replied, taking the offered hand and pulling herself up. “You are Zecora, are you not?”

“That I am my dear, no other zebra lives here. I do so love visitors, but let's continue this discussion indoors.” She beckoned Velvet to follow her with a nod of her head and began to lead the way through the forest.

* * *

Velvet was sitting in Zecora's hut, enjoying some herbal tea the zebra had prepared for them to calm her nerves. She was looking around with interest at all the foreign objects. Heaps of ingredients were stacked neatly on the shelves and carved wooden masks adorned the walls. In the centre of the room stood a large kettle, yet not a single of these items came even close to the exotic beauty of the hut's sole inhabitant. Even her strange way of speaking had an attractive quality to it.

“So you wish to know, about your daughter's present woe,” the zebra said.

Velvet nodded. “I just need to know she's alright. I'm probably just making myself crazy, but I have this nagging feeling that something is wrong.”

“It is a mother's love that drives you, yet I sense another thing at stake, too.”

This zebra was perceptive, she had to give her that. “Yes, Twilight and I need to have a serious talk, when she gets back. I'd just like to get it over with.” She paused and then sighed. “We always try to protect our children from the world, but sometimes they need to be protected from us. I've done a very foolish thing.”

Zecora shook her head. “Do not fret, you'll see her yet. The bond between child and mother is not so easy to sever.”

“You talk like somepony who has experience in raising children. Do you have any of your own?” Velvet asked.

“One. A stallion grown, he's back in Zebraca at home.”

Velvet tilted her head. If she had a grown son, she must have been at least as old as her. She definitely didn't look it. “You must miss him very much.”

“Sometimes it is a wound that does smart, but I always carry him with me in my heart,” she said with a slight tinge of sadness in her voice.

“I'm sure he's thinking about you, too. I just want to know if Twilight is safe. Is there any way you can help me find out? I'm told that you're quite well versed in the mystical arts.”

“I can indeed help you with your need.” Zecora stood up and began to gather some ingredients from her shelves. “It is an easy trick. But to make this brew, I'm going to need some help from you.”

“Of course,” Velvet agreed immediately, standing up and standing by the large cauldron. “What do you need me to do?”

The zebra took a bowl and came over to her. “For now just this, a sloppy kiss.”

“A sloppy ki...?” Velvet couldn't finish the sentence as her lips were sealed by Zecora's. She tried to pull away in surprise, but the zebra held her head in place with one hand and kept up the pressure.

After a moment, Velvet gave in and closed her eyes. She could feel the other mare's hot tongue move around in her mouth, caressing the insides of her cheeks, exploring her gums and even licking the back of her teeth.

The hot kiss broke momentarily to allow them both to catch their breath, then it was Velvet who leaned in again, this time being more actively. Their tongues intertwined like two dancing snakes. Zecora's lips were pleasantly warm and had the softest texture of any she had felt in a long time.

“There,” the zebra said, finally breaking off the kiss. A string of saliva hung between them and Zecora let it gingerly fall into the bowl. “Now we may begin to bring the ingredients in.” She made her way over to her workbench and poured in some liquids and several kinds of colourful flower petals. Then she took a pestle and began to grind the mixture into a paste.

“Couldn't I have just simply spit into the bowl?” Velvet asked, still a little flushed and tracing her lips with her fingers.

“It certainly could have been done,” Zecora replied with a wink, pouring some water onto the paste to liquify it. “But it would not have been as much fun. Two more things I need to proceed, your twofold seed. To see how Twilight is doing on her trip, you will need to strip.”

Velvet blinked. Hadn't she just decided not to do this anymore? Then again, this was for Twilight and everypony had assured her that Zecora always knew what she was doing. There was something trustworthy about her. Sighing in defeat, she began to undo the buttons on her blouse and shrugged out of it. The zipper on her skirt was next and after it had fallen to the ground, she stood in Zecora's hut in her white lace underwear.

“Good,” the zebra said, looking over Velvet's body approvingly and then passed the bowl over to her. “Now drink this and prepare for a hiss.”

Velvet looked at the swirling purple liquid apprehensively. This was for Twilight, she told herself again and drank it down in one go. “Ugh,” she shuddered at the bitterness, then she sharply doubled over as a sudden pain coursed through her chest. “What's going on?”

Suddenly her nipples felt like they were on fire. They felt incredibly sensitive all of a sudden. Even the fact they were brushing against the fabric of her bra gave her goosebumps all over. Why did it feel so tight all of a sudden? She hadn't felt like that since … since Twilight's birth, she realized with a start.

“Eep,” she shrieked as the fabric tore unexpectedly between her breasts. “Another set of underwear ruined,” she sobbed quietly while Zecora gently removed the ripped bra from her shoulders. It seemed surreal, when Velvet looked down. Her tits were huge. She had always had a large rack, but now they seemed swollen beyond belief. But at least she could breathe freely again.

“The potion has taken effect hence, now the milking can commence,” the zebra announced and slowly began to rub Velvet's breasts. She stifled a moan. It seemed as if it hadn't just been her nipples that had become incredibly sensitive, but the package as a whole. Soon she began to squeeze as well, rolling Velvet's nipples around with her fingers.

Then she leaned forward and began to suckle on her tits with wet slurps. Velvet could feel the tightness in her chest grow even more. Her nipples were on fire. When Zecora removed her mouth, she smacked her lips. “Delicious nectar swells, if only I could keep some for myself.”

Velvet realized with a start that a thin white line was flowing down her right breast. She was lactating! Before she could inquire any further about what was happening, the zebra had already gotten started on her other breast. Applying pressure alternately with her lips and tongue while sucking strongly, she soon got that side flowing as well.

Zecora removed her own brassiere and went around to Velvet's back. Feeling the zebra's mounds press down on her from behind made Velvet shudder in delight. They were so soft, unlike her own which were feeling like two large rocks from all the pent up milk right now. Zecora reached around her and grabbed her breasts hard. Feeling the pressure, Velvet bent forward, resting her hands on the rim of the cauldron.

Once again the exotic mare began her relentless kneading. Velvet bit her lip to keep her groans down. Milk was now starting to flow freely and every time Zecora expertly squeezed the area around her nipples, a clear stream of white liquid shot forth from her tits and into the clear water of the cauldron.

Finally releasing all this pressure bit by bit gave Velvet a jolt of pleasure every time. She knew that she must have looked like a common milk cow being squeezed dry in the morning, yet she could feel a moist spot forming in her panties.

Zecora began to increase the frequency to get the last few drops. “Please,” Velvet pleaded with tears in her eyes. “If you keep this up, I'm gonna … “ But the zebra only doubled her efforts and Velvet pressed her thighs together. “Cumming!”

With flawless efficiency Zecora dropped to her knees and pulled Velvet's panties down. She kissed the mare's moist pussy and lapped up her flowing juices. Velvet could only stand there and hang on to the cauldron in order not to fall down.

As if all was right with the world, Zecora walked over to her cabinet and pulled out a phial with a blue potion in it. She removed the stopper and opened her mouth over it, letting the mix of her own saliva and Velvet's love juices flow down into it. Then she stirred the contents with a piece of straw and returned to the cauldron, emptying half into it and handing the rest over to Velvet. “Drink this please, and you'll soon get your sweet release.”

“What's this gonna do?” she asked.

“We have the contents from the mother's loins, yet in order for this tracking spell to work, we also need a drop of father's groins. Your husband is not here to take to bed, so you must take his place instead.”

Velvet hadn't understood a word of that, but having come this far she might as well continue, she reasoned. She gulped the mixture down again. This one was rather salty, which was no surprise considering some of the contents. This time it wasn't her breasts but her marehood that began to burn with an uncomfortable heat. It felt as if all the blood was rushing out of her head and was collecting between her thighs.

The mare's eyes went wide with shock. “What the buck is this?” she screamed. Her clitoris had begun to enlarge and grow outward. Before her very eyes a huge cock had grown between her legs.

“It is a temporary fix, to get the final ingredient for our mix,” Zecora explained. “You'll be back to normal soon, but for now I must make you swoon.” With that she dropped to her knees and lightly touched the tip of Velvet's brand new stallionhood.

The novelist jumped at the new sensation. She shuddered as the potion maker began to move her soft hands along the shaft. “I-is that what it feels like for stallions?” she asked in amazement.

“You have been given the rare chance to see the other side, so stand back, relax and abide.” Feeling the zebra's breath on her exposed member made Velvet shudder all over again. “Ahhhnnn,” she groaned as soft lips and a hot tongue enveloped her. She had done this act often enough herself to recognize skill. Yet being on the receiving end now, she realized why stallions liked it so much.

Zecora was sucking as hard, if not harder than she had on her breasts before, moving her tongue around in a circling motion. Not having any balls to fondle, she pushed one finger into Velvet's pussy and gingerly moved it up and down, allowing the mare to simultaneously experience both ends of the spectrum.

Velvet's curiosity was firing on all cylinders now. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all. “Zecora,” she said haltingly. “Would you mind if I … go all the way?”

Popping the dick out of her mouth, she responded: “At this request I will not scoff, it is pertinent we get you off.” She removed her loincloth and turned around. Now she was the one bending over the cauldron and pushing her ass out in Velvet's direction, moving her tail out of the way with her hand to give her a good look.

The writer gulped and drew closer, prodding the zebra's moist marehood with her temporary member. “You seemed so clinical about all this. But I guess even you got a little aroused.”

“I must admit it has been some time, since something filled up this aching emptiness of mine. Now cease your needless talk, screw me till I cannot walk.”

With that said all dams broke for Velvet. Her blood rushing, she pushed up Zecora's yearning crevice with her throbbing cock. The zebra cried out in passion as Velvet began to pump her without a coherent thought in her mind. The texture of her slippery insides against her shaft felt amazing.

Velvet hadn't even thought it possible for her throat to produce the deep grunts that were escaping it now. Trying to get a better angle for her thrusts, she lifted one of Zecora's legs up in the air and pushed as far as she could into the other mare.

“Ahhnn, you're hitting in my deepest spot, my insides grow so hot!” The potion maker was swaying her hips wildly now. Velvet still remembered the feeling of going unattended for so many years, so she did her best to give something back to Zecora in return for her services.

Velvet bit her lip, hoping to prolong the inevitable climax she could feel rising from deep within her. She could feel the inside walls of Zecora's vagina contracting and starting to push her over the edge through the pressure.

The zebra's tongue was hanging out now. Seeing her so far gone in the pleasure only heightened her visual allure coupled with her exotic beauty. “Oh, buck yes! Come on, do it harder! I'm almost there.”

Momentarily startled, but not letting up with her hip thrusts, Velvet began to chuckle. “So you can speak without rhyming, after all.” Instead of the long, penetrating strokes from before she now changed to short, quick bursts for the final stretch.

“Here I gooooo,” Zecora screamed as her vaginal canal clamped down on Velvet's shaft and thus giving her the final push as well.

Velvet pulled out, the first burst of semen splattering against Zecora's pussy. Keeping her wits about her even in the thralls of ecstasy, the zebra grabbed Velvet's cock and aimed it down toward the pot. The rest of the sticky fluid hit the surface of the brew as Velvet continued to cum violently for at least another half minute.

For a while the two mares simply remained in their respective places, catching their breaths and basking in the afterglow. Finally Zecora climbed down from the rim and, having seemingly returned to business as usual, began to make a fire under the cauldron.

By the time Velvet had snapped out of her reverie, the brew was already starting to bubble. She looked down at herself and noticed that her cock was already gone, having retreated back into her body. She quietly began to get dressed again.

Of course she would have to go without a bra for the rest of the day. Frowning she noticed the tension in the fabric as she did up the top button of her blouse. Evidently her bust hadn't returned completely to its former size yet. She hoped it wouldn't be permanent as the way in which her nipples poked through the fabric was quite noticeable and it would mean having to buy a whole new selection of bras.

“It is done my dear, now kindly step over here,” Zecora, who had also donned what little she wore again, beckoned. “With the essence of your being, the spell will now seek out what your daughter is seeing. Look deep into the brew, and behold what is true.”

Nervously Velvet peered into the swirling liquid. Soon her own reflection began to change and a picture of Princess Cadence emerged. Princess Cadence? And to top it off, she was naked and moaning. “Oh, Shining Armor. Impale me with your mighty lance!” she cried.

Velvet blushed furiously as Zecora gave the cauldron a bang with the wooden ladle she had used to stir the potion. “Sorry,” she apologized, once again abandoning her usual rhyming in favour of being clear. “Must have honed in on the wrong child. It happens. The Everfree gets such bad reception at times.”

“Well, that's alright,” Velvet said with a nervous chuckle. “It's nice to know my son is doing well in the Crystal Empire.”

Once again the picture changed and now there was the sight of the inside of a massive storm. The clouds were pitch-black and hail was buffeting all around. But where was Twilight? Then two purple arms came into sight. Was this Twilight's point of view? Was she flying inside this monstrous storm right now?

A deafening crack of lightning filled the magical picture. At this point it would seem that Twilight had looked over to her right. Velvet could see Rainbow Dash flying next to her. The blue pegasus was shouting something over the noise of the wind and the hail, but Velvet couldn't make out the words.

Then there was another crash of lightning and the world inside the cauldron began to spin. “NOOOOOOO!” Velvet cried as she saw her daughter fall out of the sky and plummet towards the ocean surface. Just before she hit the water, the picture cut out.

Author's Note

Oh my god, the rhyming! I've gained an entirely new level of respect for Amy Keating Rogers and every other show writer who had to work on dialogue for Zecora.

We're now well past the halfway point for this series, so things will take a slightly more serious turn from here on out.