"As to be queen of the changelings, you must obey the rule of the high council."

"Yes mother."

It was the changeling palace many years ago. When chrysalis was just the princess at her peaking age of fourteen. Her mother, Septar, paced about the room, giving her only daughter an onslaught of dirty looks.

"You are to be gracefull, you are to be respectful, and it is your duty as princess." Her mother stated, taking a pause from her pacing to adjust her elegant head dress. Atop her head, the crown of the royal changeling liniage, soon to belong to Chrysalis.

"But mother! I don't want to marry him!" Chrysalis yelled. Her mother gave her a look that could level mountains. "I don't even like him! He's old, and mean, and..."

SLAP!

Chrysalis crumbled to the floor after her mother delivered a forcefull slap to her face. She looked up at the queen, holding her stung cheek, with tears forming in her eyes. Her mother has never hit her before.

"How dare you speak of the prince that way!" Septar was shaking with rage. "Impudent child! You are to get changed and meet him in his quarters now!"

"But mother please...I ." Chrysalis pleaded, but her mother would not listen.

"Get up." The queen grabbed her daughter by the scrawny arm, and forced her on her feet. "You are going to clean yourself up, look your best, and present yourself. If you don't...not only will I suffer the consequences, but so will you." She hissed.

Chrysalis shook her head. In truth, she may have been acting like a spoiled brat, but she just couldn't go along with this. An arranged marriage? No flippin way!

"But mother.." She sobbed. "I don't want to!"

"It doesn't matter what you want." Her mother said cooly, looking into her daughters watery, puffy eyes. "You will do this for the sake of our kingdom. Do you think I had a choice when I married your father? No. I had to make the decision between what I want, and what my duty is on a night like this one." Septar's eyes were of the darkest blue hues of the ocean. They glowed with anger as she stared her daughter down to size.

"You are not princess Chrysalis tonight. You are the prince's wife, his lover, and it is your duty tonight as his wife to please him."

"But I don't love him....I hate him..." Chrysalis seethed. All the confidence in her voice was gone from her mother cold discipline.

"As a changeling queen, you'll realize love is nothing but food." Septar growled. She released her firm grasp from Chrysalis's sore arms.

"The prince has asighned you an outfit to wear as you see him. Make sure to look your best..." The queen gave her a threatning look before she left the room. "Or else...." The tall double doors to the bedroom closed, leaving Chrysalis alone with her tears.

She wanted nothing more than to lay in her bed and cry for the rest of the night. Why did she have to do this? Why did she have to please a prince she completly despises? It was royalty. It was for her kingdom. But screw her kingdom! She's only fourteen!

But she knew that if she wasn't in his personal chambers within the hour, she would have blood to pay.

"Stupid...stupid..." She grumbled to herself, wipping away her tears, and shaking with frustration.

She walked over to her bed. On it was said outfit that she was forced to wear and nothing else. It was a skimpy purple nightie. There was no under wear, tonight she didn't need them. She cursed to her self as she slid off her much more concealing night gown, and putting on the small piece of fabric. The hem of the nightie was too high. There was no hole for her tail in the back, so it kept lifting up, presenting her underaged behind for all to see.

She tried to pull it down to at least cover her lady parts in the front, but the slightest gust of wind would put them in plain view. She hated this so much. She hated the clothes, she hated the prince, and she hated her mother for forcing her to do this. Everything, and everyone could just drop dead. She sure as hell wasn't going to not wear anything under her nightie. In changeling tradition, it was a symbol of bad luck and disrespect for a mare to conceal herself from her husband to be. But she didn't care. She hated him with a burning passion, and will disrespect him every step of the way!

After slipping on a pair of modest cotton underwear, she went to her vanity mirror, and freshened up. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks puffy from crying. Luckily, she can fix that. She had half a mind to forget the makeup, and just go as she was in spite of the prince.

When she was done, she sighed to her self. Such a beautiful young filly that looked back at her in the mirror. A filly so strong in heart and carefree. Her skin was of the smoothest of the land. She trailed a finger over her exposed shoulder . She cringed knowing he was going to touch her. A filly so pretty, so graceful and head strong.

But regardless of her leadership, tonight she was nothing but the prince 's bitch, and all the nights following. His own personal fuck toy, and trophy wife.

She was only fourteen. And he twenty two.

It sickened her to think of him, and what he may do to her. But what can she do except muster up her courage, and please her "husband".

After sucking in a long breath, she proceeded to exit her bedroom. She won't be sleeping in it tonight.

The grand halls of the changeling palace were hollow and quiet. Not a soul made a sound in the empty hallways except the trudging patter of Chrysalis's bare feet. She shiverd as the cold air blew across her exposed undercarriage. Holding tightly to herself to keep warm, she walked reluctantly down the hall towards the guest suite. He will be waiting for her.

"Stupid....stupid.." She grumbled, rubbing her exposed shoulders with her manicured hands. She had the urge to burst into tears at the anticipation of what she was walking to. It should be considered brave that she was walking there at all. The prince's private chambers.

She wanted to gag at the thought of what he looked like. She already knew of his pompous, and demanding personality. His short red hair, and his deep red eyes disgusted Chrysalis more than it inticed her. Changeling mares from all across the land practically masturbated themselves to sleep thinking of prince Garthon. Funny how the one lucky mare to entertain him for the night would be the one who will wish it never happened.

As Chrysalis turned a corner she didn't notice a changeling gaurd walking in the opposite direction.

Her delicate snout bumped softly into the chest plate of his armor, sending her reeling back in surprise.

"Your highness! My apologies." The gaurd said as he looked down at the young princess. After she rubbed her nose, she looked up at the gaurd and noticed it was Baka. Her best friend.

"Baka...." She whispers, looking up at him with fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Your highness...what ever is the mater? And why are you...." Baka looked down at the skimpy clothing that the princess wore. It was unlike her to dress so inappropriately. Luckily her chest has yet to grow or they'd be spilling out from the nearly transparent fabric. But even so, as he looked at her saddened expression, he knew what she wore it for.

"Baka....I don't want to do it..." She sobbed, her little voice cracking after she let her tears flow. "I can't...."

Her legs wobbled as her head swooned. She felt faint, but Baka caught her, knelt to her size, and pulled her into a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry your highness." He said. "I know it may not be what you wish, but it is for the sake of the kingdom."

"Screw the kingdom..." She growled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and burried her face into his nape.

Normally, it was forbidden for a lower class changeling to even lay a finger on a princess unless instructed, but Baka has been Chrysalis's best friend since she was very young. He was always by her side when her parents were not. He was the only one she could ever talk to.

She maybe even loved him.

"The responsibility of a royal is a burden on your shoulders, but it is a burden you must carry." He held Chrysalis's arms, and looked her in the eyes.

"A changeling cannot follow their hearts because their lives are filled with decit and treachery. You must choose between your duty, and your desires, but I believe you know what to do."

Chrysalis nodded. Regardless of what she wanted, she knew it must be done. But she was going to miss so much, everything of her maidenhood is about to be taken away from her. She needed to grow up, and grow up fast.

Luckily, she not entirely old enough to take responsibility for her actions. There was one thing she wished to do before becoming a trophy wife.

While Baka was still in her embrace, she lifted her lips up to his, and gave him a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

Baka was completly unprepared for this. A kiss from royalty was a blessing, a gift, an act of love. Love...something a changeling rarely values any more.

"I'm going to miss you Baka..." She said pulling him into another hug.

"And I you, your highness." He replied, whipping her tears away with a handkerchief.

That was it. The final time she will ever see her best friend again before she is taken away for the wedding in the norther kingdom. With a sad goodbye, the princess walked farther down the hall. She walked, and walked, and walked some more, until she reached the princess's private chambers.

The heavy double doors of the room never looked so menacing before, it made her queasy just trying to get her hand around the handle. Should she knock, or just open the door? Maybe she should just run away, but where?

Just open the damn door.

With a loud clatter, the doors folded open. It was dark inside. The moonlight from the window left the room barely visible, casting threatning shadows in all directions.

Silence.

"You're late." A deep voice growled from with in the darkness. "Come in, and lock the door behind you."

Like hell she was going to lock the door! But when she was about to turn, and close the doors, a red aura glowed around the handles, and slammed it shut. The clicking of a deadbolt lock followed after.

"Argh! Ah!" Fred jumped up from the nightmare he just had, but was soon met with a sharp pain in his arm.

It was that dream again. That dream of his mother. It was a horrible dream. A nightmare so vivid, it was as if watching the world through his mother's eyes when she was young. He could feel everything she felt as she walked into that dark room. He could feel a stinging sensation as her mother's panties were ripped off of her, grabbed by the throat, and pushed into the bed. He cringed as he remembered the horrible moment when his mother was unprepared for the forceful penetration, taking her virginity, and the relentless rape and screaming that came after.

Why would he dream of this? His mother never spoke much about her life or how she met his father. Maybe his creative brain was just filling in the gaps with twisted thought?

This wasn't the only dream he dreamed of his mother, but they didn't seem like dreams. More like.....

Memories....

Speaking of memories, all Fred could remember of what happens a little bit ago was that he was attacked by timberwolves, and someone rescued him. That's about it. Everything else only drew blanks.

As he looked around, he found that he was in an unfamiliar place. He was in what looked like the inside of a carved out tree with furniture and kitchenware all around. Mysterious plants grew on the windowsills, and many unmarked, and colorful jars were stacked upon the various shelves. Tribal wood masks were hung above the doorway with multiple paint and feathers upon them for decoration.

He realized he was laying on a straw mat on the floor, a white cloth covering him. Somebody took his clothes, leaving him in only a pair of loose shorts that he knew were defiantly not his.
Somebody stripped him in his sleep.

He tried to sit up, but again was met with a sharp pain in his bandaged arm. That timber wolf really did a number on him.

Sitting up, he had a better view of the strange treehouse. He looked around for any signs of life. Sure enough, he got it.

The first thing he sees is the rear end of somepony. Who ever it was, she seemed to be digging around it what appeared to luggage. She wore nothing but a tight loincloth that most certainly covered her front, but can't be said for her back. A strait black and gray tail was all that could conceal her lower lips from between her toned ass.

Fred's face turned red. He never had an explicit view of the backside of a zebra, it was a sight to behold.

At least he thinks she's a zebra. Her fur was gray with black stripes, with a black and grey Mohawk haircut. She wore multiple pieces of golden jewelry, bracelets, rings, large earrings, and bangles wrapped around her long elegant neck. She dug through the bag until she pulled out a small tube full of white liquid. She held it up to the light of a nearby lantern to examine it. She had that puzzled look on her face since she couldn't tell what the stuff was. That's probably a good thing.

"Miss? I'm aaaaahh!!" Fred tried to stand up, but his legs gave out, dropping him on to his crippled arm.

The mare turned around and faced him. Her eyes were of the brightest blue. Her very broad chest was covered by only two pieces of small cloth that were tied together, and only covered her nipples.

"My my, look who is awake. A victim of the timbers, a life at stake." Her voice....god that voice. It was native with a heavy accent, yet so fluent and easy to understand. She still held the small vial in her hands.

Oh crap.....maybe now wouldn't be the time to tell her what it was.

"Miss..." Fred asked looking around the hut, trying to keep his eyes of her fine body. "Who are you?"

The zebra put down the vial on to a table along with other mysterious spices and herbs.

"My name is Zecora, shawmare of the tree. And may I ask, who might you be?" She crouched down to his level and offering her hand to shake.That's a little weird. Zebras aren't really known to shake hands in greeting. That as a noble stallion's thing. Fred tried to remember the fake name he came up with for his new stallion body.

"My name is CoAAAAAAGGGHHH!!" Fred tried to shake her hand, but used his crippled arm like a dumbass and went into a world of searing pain.

"We'll nice to meet you Coeaaaaaaaagghhh. Would you like a dose of Dueã?" She giggled a bit at his outburst as if she planned for him to idiotically hurt himself. Taking a small wooden cup of brown liquid, she handed it it to Fred. It smelled like cider wood, and limestone.

"What is dueeh?" Fred horribly pronounced the native drink. He took it in his good hand and held it close to his face.

"Dueã is a well prepared healing potion. Should get your poisoned muscles in motion." She pointed to his bandaged arm.

"Well...if you say so." Now Fred wasn't one to accept drinks from strangers. But a hot zebra mare that just saved him from painful, bloody death is a whole other ball game. He slowly drank the liquid. It had a strong smell, but no taste at all. It was kind of like water with the texture of orange juice. He downed the cup in seconds and already the pain in his arm was disappearing.

"By the way...my name is Cocoa." He said, putting the wooden cup aside.

"Timber poison is no joke. All your arm bones, they have broke." She gingerly took his furry, brown forearm, and massaged the bandaged arm.

Zing!

The moment her fur touched his, a furnace inside of her had caught a passionate flame. Churning, burning, growing brighter...

"We'll, I should be glad I survived, thanks for saving me." Fred smiled at the mare who was now struck speechless as raw love power tickled her fingers. She let go of his arm, and immediately felt the fire begin to flicker, maybe even threaten to go out.

"Oh! You saved my luggage! Thank you! How can I repay you!" Fred looked at the three bags of luggage by the wall. There was actually more, but the fact that she salvaged any of it was extremely generous. One of the bags were open.

"What strange devices you bring..." Zecora shook her head vigorously to ward of that cloudy feeling in her mind and pulled something out of the open bag. "May I ask. What is this thing?" She held a small black case in her hand and showed it to Fred. But before he could speak, she sat down cross legged in front of him presenting the box for him to open. That loin cloth was doing a poor job of concealing her. Fred was a little embarrassed, and looked away from her splayed thighs.

"Uh...this is...uh..." He tried to keep his eyes of the muscle crease of her inner thighs, knowing that if that loin cloth wears half an inch thinner, he could see the magic thing behind it. "Well..lets see what it is."

Fred himself even forgets what things he puts in which cases. He clicked open the small case which was probably about the size of an old laptop, and gasped when he saw what was inside.

It was Mr. Peabody. Smashed, and broken beyond repair. How that happened while it was in the case? Who knows.

Zecora looked at the device in awe. Never has she seen such a thing. Even if it was broken, it looked like something from another world. It's elongated, and ivory smooth body was shiny, and shaped much like a cone, with multiple small components and lights. A small empty vial was attached to the head of it, with a large round hole on the wide end. is this something used to extract that strange liquid? she thought. She looked at Fred who was red in the cheeks, fumbling for words.

"This is uh...." Crap. Maybe he can talk his way out of this. Besides, she probably can't tell what this possibly could have been used for right?" Fred didn't notice that she already took the white vial from the table, and sat by his side. She, again, sat cross legged, and....

holy cheese!

From this angle, Fred could almost see everything. From the side, the soft, fluffy mound of her mare hood could be seen behind her loin cloth. Fred wanted to look away, and apologize. But he didn't. He wanted something else.

In the pit of his heart, he felt a burning in his soul. A hunger that was just sitting amply by in it's cage was now wide awake! Growling, biting, clawing through the bars like a rabid, wild animal. The iron bars containing it began to buckle and crack as the beast thrashed about. They might break.....by the gods....what may happen if they break!?

Zecora showed the vial to Fred, who was shivering uncontrollably.

"Is this liquid from a plant?" She asked, completely oblivious to what she has started. "I assure you, it potency is as strong as a biting gnat."

Fred trembled as she leaned in closer to him. Not only was her love hole visible, but now her cleavage was mere inches away too! Jesus woman! Look what your doing to him!

His body began to sweat, which wasn't very often since he never got over heated. The musky scent of his sweat wafted from his muscular body, and was inhaled by Zecora's delicate snout. Oh gods his scent..it smelled of chocolate chip cookies, and chloroform. Her eyes fluttered as his lovely smell invaded her lungs, and stoked the furnace in her nethers. What is this feeling?

Zecora couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. Before she knew it, she was admiring his half naked body. His sculpted chest, his broad shoulders, the bulge under the blanket between his legs.

Fred could see her looking at his erection in awe. Usually he'd feel crazy ashamed for something like that, but now was not usual. When was the last time he even used Mr.peabody? A month? That's twenty eight days to many.

The inside of the hut felt really hot and humid. The enclosed pocket of air between the two was being warmed by there continuous ragged breath as they starred at each others nearly exposed privates. They averted their gazes, and looked at each others eyes. Both of them a little ashamed for checking the other out when they clearly saw them do it. But neither of them called the other out on it, instead looking at each other in contempt with what the other wanted.

He had a raging erection, and she was so sopping wet that her loin cloth was stained along with a small patch on the floor.

They stared wide eyes at each other, shivering, losing self control. Which one will make the first move? Which one will fuck the other!? In only minutes of knowing one another, two ponies are about to make love, but over what? The animalistic urge of a prolonged period of relief!

But Zecora didn't just want this. She needed it. She never had a colt friend, or a husband for that mater. Fred's humongous dick (which she discreetly peeked at when she changed his clothes) is just enough to sate her desire .

The beast within Fred finally let loose as he moved in for a kiss. Zecora squeaked in his mouth in surprise, but moaned and closed her eyes as his tongue began to swirl into her open mouth.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Little bolts of pleasurable lightning shot up her spine as his alien tongue mingled with hers. She shivered, and threatened to fall, but wrapped her bangles arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her hands caressing his bare back was enough to stimulate Fred even more. He as glad to know that the wall of uncertainty was finally broken. Unlike the last time, Fred is still conscious of what he is doing, not completely insane on love caffeine. Even if so, Zecora was loving every minute of this.

She moaned, and squeaked as he brought his good hand to her supple globes. Her rigid nipples dug into his palms as he gave the furry gray orbs a good squeeze. He then started to massage her round chest, rubbing his slender hands over her breast so expertly, and with pleasurable precision. It almost as if he knew exactly were to touch her, leaving her a hot mess of raging hormones as he continued to kiss her. Stop...she needs to breathe.

She let out an abundance of short gasps when he broke their long and passionate kiss. In fact. It was Fred's second kiss, according to his memory. You'll later learn who else had a piece of him besides his mother.

Zecora never felt pleasure like this. Just moments ago she was out picking night flowers, and just with in the hour, she shared an intimate moment with a stallion she barely met. Is it wrong? Hell no! She wants more!

Instead of going for another kiss, Fred took his time to explore her body. Of course this was not the first time he'd ever seen a naked mare. He has had many suiters who happily displayed themselves to him, hopping for marriage, and quite possibly the greatest, hot, and unbridled sex ever, but to only get turned down like the rest.

But Zecora's body was not like a changeling princess. Instead of sleek skin, it was downy fur that was warm, and soft to the touch. Her breast jiggled with the slightest movement. He brushed his thumbs over the fabric above her nipples. She gasped as the ridged teats flared with delicate touch. Zecora wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to strip her naked. She wanted him to fuck her.

With shivering anticipation, she put her hands behind her back and untied the small cloth that covered her ample chest. He brushed his lips over the top of her teat after she let the cloth fall to her spread knees. She moaned, and sucked in a breath as his velvety tongue brushed against her nipple.

"Ah...." She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back in bliss while Fred fondled her half naked figure. Bringing his full lips, and suckling on her glorious breasts, he caressed her backside, snapping the elastic string that held her loincloth in place. Zecora's tail was twitching like mad. Every movement he made, everyplace he kissed. It was all to much for her groin to bare. The desire to be filled was becoming unbearable to a point to where she might just pounce him!

"Aah!...ooooohhh." She shuddered and yelped as Fred slid his fingers between her tail. His other hand, the bandaged one, was stimulating her backside, by spreading his fingers onto her ass, squeezing the toned fur on flesh, and making her yelp. She too followed similar activities, rubbing her hands onto his exposed back, feeling his muscles. She went as far as to even grab hold of his black tail, and giving it a small pull as she stuck a thumb into the hem of his shorts.

Fred loved it when she pulled his tail. It drove him to continue, until she was already on her back, and he sliding her loincloth off in one smooth motion.

Her mare hood was already wet and puffy, dripping with her unconfined love juices. All for him.

He brushed a finger down her body. Staring from her neck, between her breasts, to her abdomen, to the small tuft of black and gray fur above his prize below. Her body shook with anticipation. She was short of breath, and sweating like crazy. She could see the undying bulge in his shorts. Just please....let it out! Let it inside of her! Let it ravage her hot zebra vagina!

He looked at her, she looked at him. He was uncertain, but she nodded. She wanted this, and he would only do it if she did.

He pulled off his shorts.

The raging spire of massive stallionhood came into Zecora's view. The majestic sight of his meat was enough to add a few more sticky drops of vaginal juices to a small puddle forming between her spread thighs.

He put his hands on her waist, supporting her for what is to come. Let it come....let it come!!!!

Nope... He's going to tease her first.

"Aaaaaggh!!!" She let out a scream, not in frustration, but in pure bliss as the underbelly of his member slid over her love button. Her clitoris might as well have been struck by lightning, because the feeling of his continuos rubbing of her pearl was electrifying!

"Ah!...ah!....ah!..." She couldn't contain her gasps of ecstasy when Fred decided to let his fingers dip into her convulsing cunt. His fingers upon entering were already soaked with warm, sticky, zebra cum as she rocked on her first orgasm.

Enough games. Time for the deed to be done.

After Zecora collected her thoughts from her first ejaculation, she let out more gasps as she felt the flat tip of his member splitting her folds. He's going to do it...he's going to do!....her!

Fred let out a moan as the tip of his cock slowly, but with no resistance, entered her delicate flower. His sheath slid in smoother than an escalade on a newly paved road. Zecora was struck speechless, mouth agape as his member slowly filled her up centimeter by centimeter. It was all to much! To much! She couldn't handle it!

He bottomed out inside of her. Her walls streched farther than they have ever stretched. It felt to mind blowingly amazing to hurt. His penetration of her love hole was already enough for her uterus to squeeze his dick like a vice, and cover it in the cum of her second orgasm.

He wasn't finished yet. At an even slower pace, he pulled out of her. The friction sending Zecora on edge. Not of another orgasm, but something much bigger.

He pulled until he was almost out, then he slamed back into her. The soaked flesh between them made an audible slap. Zecora's eyes bugged out of her head, and her mouth hung open. Was she actually fucking a stallion? Or a god? Her brain was turned to mush after Fred quickened his pace, pumping faster, and faster. In out, in out, full, empty, full, empty...Zecora's breats bounced like yoyos with every thrust. She screamed and yelped and moaned. Her mare hood was bieng pulverized by this hunky stallion and she was loving it. Every inch deeper inside of her was driving her to new heights. Never has she been fucked silly like this before, never!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Every thrust! Every twitch! Every moan! Zecora felt something deep inside of her began to break. Not something physical, like an artery, but a power with in her. A power that has latched on to her soul, and cursed her for as long as she may live. Like a parsite it has stuck to her heart, but as Fred took a strong hold of one of her thighs, and spread her legs wider for a faster pussy pounding, she felt his love starting to rip that ugly thing off of her.

Under her stallions wieght, Zecora's chest began to glow. She was to busy having mind blowing sex to notice as a pair of ephemeral hands extended out from behind Fred's chest like a pair of purple, ghostly wings, and thrust into her glowing chest. He fucked her while the hands invaded her soul, searching for something. Until finally, there it was, a curse, an ugly black curse stuck to her heart. The hands wrapped its ghostly fingers around the curse, and prayed it off her heart like glue off a side walk.

"Zecora." Fred whispers into her ear. "I'm very close."

"Inside..." She moaned back. "Inside!"

Harder he thrust! She was screaming at the top of her lungs, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her chest glowed brighter, and brighter! Until...

Pop!

A glowing heart with wings flutters out of her chest. Golden sparkles of dust floated down onto the fur of the couple. Ghostly hands, waving the heart goodbye as it flew out the window., and into the night sky.

"Aagghhh!!!" Fred clenched his teeth as he finally shot his mother load of super semen into her waiting walls. Zecora screamed to the heavens as she felt his love power shot through her body like the Death Star laser.

Kaboom!

Blast after blast of his seed buried inside of her, pumping her up, feeding her with the substance she wanted.

He collapsed beside her, sweating and out of breath. Zecora, with as much effort as she could muster, lifted her head up to look at him.

"You...are amazing" she moaned.

Wait...what?

Zecora gasped, and held a hand to her mouth. "I didn't rhyme.." She said, still completely out of breath, losing consciousness fast.

"I'm not rhyming anymore!" She cheered, shaking Fred's shoulders, who was also on the verge of passing out. Any minute now his semen should kick in in three.....

"I'm not rhyming." She smiled.

Two.

"I'm not...."

One. Light out.

Zecora's head fell onto Fred's chest, out like a burned lightbulb. Fred wasn't far behind, wrapping the mare in the blanket, and pulling her close to himself on the straw mattress.

Zecora nuzzled his neck, and wrapped her arms around his midsection. She was going to sleep well to tonight, and holefully explain what all that rhyming was about. Oh well....we'll save that for later.

Author's Note

Here ya go guys. Sorry for the long wait. I hope I've reached expectations, because its going to be some god story coming up. This was written until very late at night, so there may be a typo here and there..

Hope you enjoy! And stay by for the next chapter when Fred makes a friend ( or one he didn't have hot passionate sex with)

In the next chapter!

The new sherif in town.