In the midst of the Forbidden Forest, deep away from casual visitor’s eyes laid a hut woven around a gnarled tree. The hut was well hidden, as no path from the norm led to it, and almost no one was invited in aside from the occasional visitor among a certain circle of friends. Inside this tree lived a zebra pony by the name of Zecora. She was a curious pony, with a large amount of dabbling in the strange and mysterious.
Hearing of a new stranger in town close by, Zecora had sent him an invite, as she too was rather outcast. She had sent him a map to her secretive home, hidden amongst the trees. Hopefully, his sense of direction was good, and he would make another friend to rely on in times of trouble.
“Zecora!” Anon called out, lost in the bushes and dense trees around the forest. “I’m lost!” Batting away low lying scrubs Anon stumbled around from place to place, looking for a small hut inside a tree. “This isn’t exactly a helpful map, Zecora, it’s just a single line.” He waved the map around as if it would help. “How does a pony draw anyway, you don’t even have hands. I’m the only one with hands.” Sighing in defeat, Anon trudges on through the thick bushes, scratching his hands and legs on minute thorns on branches. “You best be worth this…” He grumbled under his breath, and then shouted again “ZECORA!”
“Anon, is that your voice I hear, if so do come near.” The feminine voice was muffled through the trees.
“Zecora? Speak again so I can find you.”
“You sound more masculine that I thought; perhaps you can be the one to end my drought.”
Anon swore he heard a low chuckle attached to the end, but he dismissed it and walked towards where the voice was coming from. After roughly thirty seconds of thrashing around in the dense leaves, he burst into a clearing, where a hut formed part of the tree. The door was open, and in it stood Zecora.
“You look a lot different than the other ponies. You’ve got all black and white stripes.”
“It is part of my natural coat, but please, do not gloat.”
“I’m not saying it’s bad…” He backpedalled in case he had offended her. “…in fact you look quite nice.”
“You flatter me Anon with your kind word, but please do not be deterred.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Anon walked forward into the hut, making sure to watch his head as he stepped inside. Ponies were a lot smaller than humans, so all their ceilings were almost at his height.
Inside the hut was quite cosy, and Zecora definitely had her own décor going. Face masks and racks of coloured potions lined the walls instead of pictures or windows.
“Quite interesting decorations you have here.”
“They are quite grand, all from the homeland.”
“You aren’t from around here, I take it.”
“Ponyville has now become my home, and I have friends so I am not alone.” Zecora smiled, and then cocked her head, looking up and down him, noticing all his cuts and wounds. “The trip here seemed to have been rough; did you encounter the Sandman’s Guff?”
“Sandman’s Guff.”
“A nasty bush with many thorns; for it I have nought but scorn.”
“I think so, that’s what these cuts probably are.” Anon looked at his forearms and shins, both of which had cuts on from sharp plants.
“I believe I have a special brew that will make you feel as good as new.” Zecora turned from her guest to look at her potion collection, neatly organized in from red through green to blue on her shelves.
Anon was looking at something else though. As Zecora turned around, she showed off her curvaceous hips. With the quick turn, her hips swayed back and forth and almost refused to stop shaking. Her entire behind was jiggling as she trotted the few steps to the potions nearby, the pattern of her striped ass emphasising the curve of her rump.
“What a nice…collection.” Anon caught himself mid-sentence to shift topic.
“They are all brewed by me; some of them were not that easy.”
“What kind of potions do you have?”
“Some of healing, some of calm, ointments too of soothing balm. Some of heartache and passionate desire, those are used to rekindle loving fire.” Zecora looked at the reflection of Anon in the glass of one of the bottles, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were obviously looking directly at her behind.
“Do you use the last potions…often?” A quick nervous gulp seized up his throat.
“I have not used a love potion in quite some time, it seemed to make ponies lose their mind.” Zecora turned back quickly, catching a brief glance of the look on his face at her ass. Choosing to tuck it away for now, she smiled.
“Is there any pony in Ponyville that sends your mind into a thrill?” Zecora asked, moving in just a little too close to Anon. Instantly an obvious blush ran across his face as he stumbled with his answer.
“I haven’t found any one yet, but I am open to suggestions.” He tried to pass it off as casual, although it was anything but slick.
“Maybe a health potion would get you back on your feet, and you can find a willing pony in heat.” Zecora’s smile was undeniably attractive.
“A bit upfront, but maybe yes.” Anon managed to miss the hint that was being thrown in his face.
“Let’s make you that potion, so we can correct your notions.” Zecora started checking the inside of the black cauldron in the middle. “Agh it is not clean, inside the cauldron I will have to lean.”
Anon tried to speak, just to say something, but the sight of Zecora leaning over into the cauldron was incredible. She had her entire upper body in there, leaving nothing but her rounded buttocks hanging out. The deeper she leaned in, the more the rim of the cauldron pressed against the side of her thighs, pushing the swirling cheeks up.
“Uhh, Zecora.”
“Worry not, dear Anon; the dirt in this cauldron is soon to be gone.”
“No Zecora, it’s just that…” Anon didn’t finish his sentence, as Zecora’s ass shook a little while she leaned into the cauldron even more. “…glorious ass.” Anon whispered under his breath. Then Zecora leaned over too far, and she lost her balance. She tumbled into the cauldron, head over heels, rocking it almost to the tipping point.
But was amazing was Zecora was trapped. Her large ass was too wide to fit into the cauldron, and as such she was trapped inside by her wide hips.
“Oh wow, Zecora are you ok?” Anon rushed over to the cauldron to help her. He then noticed that her large ass was holding her in place, and her entire nether was exposed.
“I am trapped by my thighs, they are quite oversized.” Zecora’s voice was calmer than Anon expected, and there was a slight chuckle from her, muffled by the cauldron.
“Nonsense, your ass is lovely.” Anon blurted out, covering his mouth with a hand quickly.
“My my, does Anon have his eyes on my prize?” Zecora giggled inside the cauldron, gently shaking her ass to tease him.
“All I’m saying is, that’s quite a nice ass.”
“You praise me again with words so kind, I think you more than like my behind.”
“I have to agree with you there.” Anon looked down at his crotch, then up at Zecora’s exposed ass, then back down to his crotch. Jungle fever. “Should I…get you out of there or do you want to stay inside the cauldron?”
“To get a good grip, you’ll have to wrap arms around my hips.” Both parties blushed. Anon swallowed heavily and knelt down, getting his face within inches of her ass.
He tightened his arms around her waist and squeezed a little for grip. Her flesh seemed to flex under his arms and fingers, and more was forced upwards to her ass, leaving the skin within kissing distance of Anon’s lips.
“Zecora, you forgot to tell me your ass was this soft.” Anon furrowed his brow and started to pull. The soft ass flesh made it hard to get a secure grip without going too tight and risking his face against that ass flesh. He inadvertently smelt the scent of the fresh jungle as his nose brushed against the plump lips of her nether. It came away with a glistening drop of her dew upon the bridge.
“I am almost free, pull hard on one…two…three!” Zecora shouted.
On three, Anon pulled as hard as he could, using his monkey muscles and Zecora came free with a loud pop. What neither of them expected, is that he didn’t stop pulling, and the sudden force of her coming loose plus his pull made them fly backwards through the air. Anon fell onto his back, landing with an oof as his grip came free. Zecora flew through the air out of the cauldron, flailing desperately but to no avail.
As Anon landed, something landed on him. Zecora collided ass first on him. And not on his chest or stomach, but directly onto his face. Zecora’s hot slit rubs against his lips, and her large ass cheeks surround his face, blocking out his sight completely. The heat and smell intensified as all clean air was cut off, and her arousal became even more obvious.
“Oh Anon, I did not mean to land on your face, I should have gone to some other place.” Zecora apologized to him underneath her. Anon said nothing as his face was filled with the glorious sight of Zecora’s large ass in his face, as well as her slit against his mouth. His hands grasped the outside of her ass, and he squeezed it gently with his fingers, earning a slight groan from Zecora, feeling the roundness surround his fingers.
“Perhaps I’ll let you stay, so you can have a bit of a play.” Zecora smiled and pushed her hips down a little onto Anon’s face, smothering his mouth with her hot slit. Instinctively, Anon began to lick at the smooth slit above his face, wet juices that soaked her thighs dampening his face. Zecora’s low moans vibrated through her body and into Anon’s mouth, causing a significant stirring down at his groin level. The way her thighs moulded around his face caused the already stiffening erection to tent up in his pants.
Anon felt something coil around the top of his head. Long, soft strands of grey hair led Anon to believe that Zecora was coiling her prehensile tail around the top of his head to drag him even deeper into her luxuriously soft ass flesh. The heat of her slit was causing Anon to sweat, Zecora’s ass being large enough to almost completely swallow up his head. His fingers raked through her soft flesh, gently squeezing her to experience the pleasure of such a malleable ass.
Zecora looked down at Anon’s groin, and saw it nearly bursting open.
“As you please, so I shall tease.” Zecora smiled, pressing her nose against Anon’s groin. He tried to sit up in reply, but the ass in his face prevented that. Zecora decided to lie down against his chest, pressing her hips against Anon’s face even harder.
“Zecora, please…” His voice muffled through her hips.
“A cock of what size, will I later put between my thighs?” Zecora deftly pushed down his trousers with her agile hooves, baring Anon’s erection to the air. The coldness of the wind was quickly replaced with a hot, long tongue coiling its way slowly around the shaft. More moaning from Zecora down his cock caused him to nearly tremble in pleasure. Her tongue was so agile around his cock, it danced on every side of his cock. Her wet tongue almost slithered around his erection like a snake in a wrapping coil.
“Dear Anon, keep licking, and quite soon, we might be you’ll give me a dicking.” Zecora teased on, continuing her unrelenting pleasurable assault on his cock. Hot saliva from the blowjob dripped down onto Anon’s waist. This combined with her words made him double his efforts. Anon licked deeper than he had before, pulling her hips down onto his face to get even deeper. His tongue was nearly numb as he tried to push Zecora to her orgasm, which seemed oh so close. His fingers teased near the dock of her prehensile tail in his attempts to grasp more and more of the soft ass into his fingers, this was a sensitive spot, as Anon figured out.
Zecora’s pussy walls contracted around his tongue, and a loud groan echoed throughout the hut. Her entire body flexed as her orgasm flooded through her body. Hot juices spurted onto Anon’s face, coating his mouth and tongue with her sweet tasting orgasm. Zecora’s entire body squirmed, and her ass was squished against his face, then lifted off to allow him to breathe fresh, sweet air, before being pressed down again in a pleasurable wave of softness and all breaths became tainted with her addictive taste and smell. Zecora’s orgasm slowly, but surely, faded with low moans and gasps from her mouth. Once the orgasm had seeped through her body, Zecora lifted her hips up to look at Anon.
“You’re a keeper that’s for sure, the second round is coming, are you ready for more?” Zecora grinned almost wickedly, her body still twitching back and forth occasionally.
“You’re going to blow my cock off, that’s for sure.”
“If you sit-up against the wall, I’ll show you something to end it all.”
Obligingly, Anon propped himself against the wall in a seating position, able to move as Zecora walked back to the cauldron, dipping her tail into the inexplicably full liquid. Magic indeed. Anon watched as
“I don’t want to watch how good this is going to be.” Anon placed a hand on his chest, taking deep breaths in. Zecora said nothing, but she walked towards Anon, her tail completely sopping wet dripping behind her. She trotted between his legs, dripping the liquid against his skin. It tingled as it touched, sending small fiery bursts up to his mind.
“Are you prepared, to feel something only dared?”
“Absolutely.”
Zecora turned with a sharp twist, her tail gently flicking out to stroke across Anon’s neck. The liquid tingled again, even more so this time. However, all attention was focussed on Zecora, who was lowering the tail to his shaft. Anon’s mouth dropped open as Zecora’s sopping prehensile tail started to coil around his cock, the fiery liquid in full effect set his groin on fire with pleasure. Anon gritted his teeth together intensely as, the liquid dripped down his groin. The smooth tail began to swirl and surround his cock, wrapping it up from base to tip, and letting the firey liquid burn with pleasure.
“Hold on, please Anon, the finale is yet to come.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned.
Placing one leg either side of his hips, she manoeuvred his cock to slide between her soft asscheeks. Coated in the liquid and tail, Anon’s cock slid back and forth between the two large cheeks so smoothly.
“Zecora, I’m going to cum in a few seconds if you keep doing this.” Anon mumbled under his breath. The near torturous pleasure of the hotdogging was incredible. The heat from Zecora’s body felt close to melting Anon’s crotch, and he could do nothing but watch as his cock was wrapped in Zecora’s tail and squeezed between her rounded, curvaceous buttocks. Once at least, Anon lost sight of his shaft beneath the wrapping tail and the marshmallow texture of her cheeks that compressed him between them.
His hands grasped at her ass, taking one soft cheek in each palm. Zecora gasped instinctively, but she smiled when she looked over her shoulder. Anon tentatively squeezed her ass-cheeks together around his cock, moaning loudly as the texture of her warm flesh congealed and teased what wasn’t obscured by the tail. In the depths of her ass, Anon could feel the heat flowing off of her nether lips.
“Zecora, I can’t stand this anymore. You’re just too good.” He grunted, tilting his head up, before he grit his teeth. Steadying her ass with the other hand, he lowered the bud of her ass close to the tip of his cock. The brief contact of tip against bud nearly pushed Anon over the edge, and his grip on her ass faltered.
Zecora took over, once again, and pushed down on her hips, slowly at first as the tip of his cock penetrated her. The heat and tightness was extreme, and her inner walls seemed to constrict more around his length. Almost agonizingly slowly, Anon pushed in as Zecora pushed down, the inches painstakingly sliding in. The inside of her ass was hotter than her pussy, and tighter to boot.
Her strong muscles seemed to pull him inside slowly, and as he watched the inches disappeared into her plump ass. The wet tail folded off in curls as the shaft they were coiled around vanished into tighter, more pleasurable confines. Of course, it did not sit idly by. Instead her sopping wet prehensile tail arced back around and slid around Anon’s neck like a scarf, the liquid erotically tickling so close to his face.
Zecora had such control over her inner muscles that she could squeeze Anon’s cock one second, and then let it slide in deeper before tightening up and halting his entrance. Her thick hips finally descended against Anon’s own, and he felt the blissfully soft flesh mould around his hips. Zecora, perhaps cheekily, took this time to squeeze incredibly tightly around Anon’s shaft, pressing the slight texture of her inner walls firmly against his skin, hard enough to leave an imprint he’d find later.
It took all of her willpower to push upwards with her legs, keeping the tightness constant and only just letting his cock out, engaging in a quick tug of war between Anon’s cock and her muscles. Anon tilted his head back once more, squeezing her ass to try to deflect the pleasure. It didn’t work, and as her ass began to lose the battle, the pleasure and tingling tail-scarf overwhelmed him.
“I can’t hold it, Zecora, I just can’t.” Anon sighed out in a long groan and let loose his orgasm that had been building since she accidentally sat on his face.
Anon grasped tightly and thrust in to the hilt, his orgasm shaking his entire body and setting the jiggling on Zecora in motion. Her curves flowed against his skin and Anon pulled her close into his hips, bucking in spasms as his cock shot deep into her ass. His body became covered in sweat from head to toe, and his breathing turned to panting. Shot after shot of hot cum poured out of his tip, urged on by Zecora’s rolling muscles that squeezed to milk his cock for all it was worth.
She turned to him with a smile, grinning at his exhausted features, but still not letting him go free, his pulsing cock remaining buried inside her tight, hot passage.
“Would you say my ass is the best, or better than the rest.”
“The best, for sure.” He gasped, taking large lungful’s of air to recuperate.
“I don’t think you’re done…” Zecora smirked, looking at Anon’s reaction of mixed terror and pleasure, “…one more orgasm each, in one more run.”
