Swashbucklist A/N: Warning! Contains bondage, femdom, macrophilia, and hints at vore.

Spike found himself on a route that had only become familiar recently, after he'd become old enough—and therefore dangerous enough—to defend himself from the creatures that lurked in the Everfree. The walk to Zecora's hut was also much quicker nowadays with his longer stride.

Truth be told, the didn't actually believe there was anything to worry about from the Zebra in question. Zecora was a good friend, and would almost certainly vote for his innocence, but he had already been seen in quite a few locations in Ponyville, and thought it might be a wise idea to space out his crusade. Besides, it was early in the afternoon, and since she didn't have a nine-to-five, Zecora was probably the only mare on his list who wouldn't mind his company so early.

If nothing else, I may as well confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's on my side, he thought as the hut came into view. He gave two confident knocks, and he waited...and waited...and waited...

“I'm sorry I wasn't in to greet my latest guest. Would—”

“Gyah!” Startled, the Dragon spun around to meet the eyes of an equally startled Zebra. “Oh, uh, sorry Zecora.” He awkwardly scratched himself under his chin. “Usually people are already inside their homes when you come to visit them, so you startled me a little.”

Zecora nodded calmly, a small frown still in place from being startled herself. She stood patiently, waiting for the Dragon to explain his presence at her abode, but he just stood there awkwardly. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, “Perhaps if you let me—”

“Oh, yeah, here.” Spike stepped out of her way and held her front door open so she could pass. The Zebra smiled indulgently at him as she went inside.

“I imagine you wish to come is as well. It looks as though you have something to tell.”

“Yes, I do,” Spike said, following her striped rear through the door. “It one of the reasons I'm here, besides your pleasurable company.” He caught the wry smirk she sent his way as she deposited her wildlife swag on a petite table. Although confident he could convince his friend to climb between the sheets with him, he couldn't fight off an incessant nervousness that had nagged him all the way from Ponyville. Zecora was his friend, but he was only just now starting to consider how her friendship with Twilight would work against him. Zecora had made the acquaintance of his six friends before his own, unfortunately, and she especially had more in common with his sister. Those two would likely exchange information that could put him in hot lava. And he already knew he could count on Zecora to vote in his favor...Perhaps visiting her hadn't been all that necessary.

Well, it was a little too late to turn back.

“So, what brings you out into the Everfree? Is your—”

“It's about the trial,” Spike interrupted, claws fidgeting.

Zecora scowled. “You have cut me off three different times. Is there something you have against me and my rhymes?”

“Oh... Um, no, sorry. I guess I'm just a little nervous.”

“In light of your trial, I am not surprised. But does speaking with a juror truly seem wise?”

“Yeah, I realize that talking to any involved parties about a trial can lead to all sorts of messy legal ramifications. But I figured that, since we're friends and all, it would be okay to stop by and say hi.” He continued warmly, “The full truth is, I really did make this visit because I wanted to see you, but—right claw to Celestia—it was also to get some reassurance. Hearing for certain that you'll have my back would help me sleep a little easier.”

Zecora said nothing for nearly a full minute. Her hooves were busy returning freshly filled jars to their shelves and retrieving a flat rock to crush the juice out of some of the flora from her saddlebags, but the distant look in her eyes told him her mind was elsewhere. Spike shuffled his feet, and he was just about to break the silence when she beat him to it.

“I did acknowledge your triumph over greed, but from its influence you were not freed. Mere weeks after I saw you, craving jewel cake, and it seemed to me the lesson did not take. Perhaps those charges seem like joke, but I have seen your restraint go up in smoke.”

She left it at that for the moment, pressing down on a rock and crushing a root under it, which caused its juices to seep out.

Spike could hardly believe his ears. Zecora had always been a kind, helpful presence in his life and the lives of his friends. Furthermore, she was a unique presence in a pony-dominated society, which he had once thought lent them a sort of kinship. They could relate to being different. Yet here she was, telling him that they same thing that made them different would only cost him, not herself. He had to admit, that hurt a little. But she does have a point, he reasoned, I lost control more than once, and haven't always done a really good job of keeping myself in check. But she'll still help me at the trial, right? Surely she knows I'm not an actual menace!

“Zecora...I'd like to think that as long as we've known—”

But it was Zecora's turn to interrupt.

“Dragons are a prideful race, to be sure.” She gave him a sly, half-lidded stare. “I wonder if humiliation is something you can endure.”

Spike stuttered, scratching his chin. “Um...wh-whadda you mean humiliation?”

Zecora turned away from the table and began stalking confidently toward the Dragon, hooves clopping gently across the wooden floor. Unsure of her intent, Spike backed up in attempt to keep a companionable distance between them. With every step he took backward, she advanced a stride, ensuring he made no progress as her striped hips swayed languidly, her eyes beaming with mysterious intent.

Spike was now feeling the balance of power shifting. He was used to taking the lead with a mare, but now the deck was stacked in the lady's favor, and they both knew it. Zecora's wore a sweet, gentle smile, but the dangerous gleam in her eye was nothing short of predatory.

A crinkle in her rug caught the Dragon's heel and sent him sprawling onto his back with a thump. While he was caught off guard, Zecora made her move. Being quicker (and more driven), she took advantage of his submissive position by lunging forward and, rather than pouncing on him, stepped on his underside. Her hoof landed on the base of his tail, and she put her full weight on it, pinning him so that he couldn't get away.

Spike felt the zebra's warm hoof pressing into his soft ventral scales, and with it came the arousal of a mare's firm touch. He couldn't say why he felt so submissive and vulnerable at that moment; maybe it was surprise that she was taking so much initiative, maybe he was paralyzed (as any stallion would be) by where exactly her hoof was. The exhilarating warmth was rushing up his tail and into his crotch, which was where Zecora solidly planted her other hoof, practically stomping on it.

The helpless dragon felt a mixture of queasiness and arousal radiating from where her other hoof sank into his scales. He looked up at the Zebra with an expression that probably looked pathetic, despite the exploits he'd had earlier that very same day. Zecora seemed to have some sort of mystic, trance-like power over him that prevented him from even speaking up. He found himself only capable of making odd noises in the back of his throat while waiting for the mare to tell him what would happen next.

“Most dragons are prideful, bold and irate. He'd rather slay his fellows than let his own ego deflate.”

She took another step up his body, now standing on his stomach and making him incline his head a little more to look at her.

“You, however, are quite the rare gem, so I'll let you prove you are better than them.”

Another few steps, her body writhing in excitement like a big cat, and she was now standing directly atop him, all four of her hooves on his chest and pelvis.

“Aunt Zecora has something special in store for you. An experience that is very, very, very new.” Her tone turned playful, though not without the same hint of the wickedness that shone in her eyes. “If you submit to her and give full control, she will make your dragonhood harder than a pole.”

Spike realized for the first time that he was actually getting pretty hard. The dragonhood she spoke of was already coming unsheathed like a sprout in a flowerbed at the beginning of spring. He couldn't imagine what kind of experience would be more interesting than straight-up sex, but she seemed to have idea lurking in that dark, mysterious mind of hers. He just hoped she wasn't about to put him in one of those creepy gimp suits...Did gimp suits come in dragon shapes? He hoped not.

“This is the deal, my young, horny drake,” she all but whispered. “Let me have my way, and you verdict is safe.”

Spike looked up into her predatory eyes. There wasn't much of a choice now; she had already dominated him and taken control. He felt a slight pang of betrayal at being told by someone whom he'd considered a friend threatening him with the possibility of a prison sentence unless he complied with her sexual demands...but on the bright side, he was being extorted for sex. That was kinky, wasn't it?

“Okay... I'll do whatever you want.”

Zecora smiled and stalked off into a shadowy corner of her hut. She returned holding a coiled rope between her teeth. With a few deft movements of her neck, she tossed several coils over him. They settled around his arms, and when Zecora put a hoof to his stomach and yanked, cinched his arms tightly against his sides.

As Spike allowed her to place her restraints on him, he wondered what she was about to do. Perhaps she was planning to suck him off while he couldn't move his arms? There would be some excitement in that scenario, since it would have him unconsciously straining against the ropes, instinctively reaching for her head, which would allow the mare complete control. It certainly factored into the domination fetish that seemed to have her so excited. Maybe she had some paddles and riding crops stowed away. He would participate in being bent over and punished by a mare, but he probably wouldn't enjoy it much.

Spike's speculation was cut short when Zecora's eyes met his, or rather, she locked his eyes in place and held them on hers, as if by will alone. Spike found himself intrigued, excited, and a little frightened by the mare. A shiver ran through his scaly body, and he felt like a mouse being gazed upon by a hungry cat. That nasty look in her eyes told him there was something far more intense hiding behind her smile.

Zecora turned slowly away and came back with a bowl of plant extract and a jar of powder. Without a word, she dipped her striped hoof into the bowl and raised it to Spike's chest. She smiled at him as she smeared the substance across his scales, making sure to get it all over his body, but appearing not to mind if she missed a few spots. Spike felt a more visceral shiver when her hoof slid around his side and her warm breath washed gently against his chest. His heart rate picked up a little, and she sensed it. She hadn't yet covered any scales below the waist, so she pulled herself up into his lap and straddled him. He could feel the warmth of her soft chest as she reached around with both forelegs to rub the wet substance into his hard back.

“I'll save the moaning for the actual event,” she whispered warmly into his ear. “but I see I'm already causing your pants to tent.”

Spike would have pointed out that his didn't have any pants, but she was merely being metaphorical. He nodded instead. He was, after all, already getting hard. The tip of his upper member was lightly brushing against the inside of her soft, fuzzy thigh.

Her next words came in a sultry whisper that grazed his ear fin warmly. “Clearly it's time to get started, by pet. You and I have both gotten quite wet.”

She slipped off him, her leg nipping his second member, which was also solid and erect. She looked down with a smile to watch it spring back into position, then looked back up into his sharp, reptilian eyes. As if from nowhere, she produced a small hooffull of powder and held it up between them. In the hut's dim fire- and candlelight, Spike could see that it was a deep magenta color with a slight golden tint. Zecora inhaled, then gave a gentle huff that sent the powder exploding into her captive's face and cascading down his body.

Spike felt a mild tingling on his scales where the powder interacted with the slime she had applied to him, but nothing else.

Zecora climbed up to him again, this time with calm, deliberate certainty written all over her face. She planted her hooves on his thighs close to his pelvis and dug them in, causing him to wince. Then she leaned in and spoke directly into his face.

“The real fun can start, now that you're almost fully enslaved. I hope for your sake you have some energy saved. Be a nice boy and close your eyes. When you open them, you'll get a surprise.”

Spike did as he was told and shut the visual world away. Zecora placed another firm kiss on his lips and—with slow, savory deliberation—went to work.

Her warm lips went from his chin to his neck, leaving wet marks where they touched. Continuing to favor his soft, vulnerable ventral scales, she peppered a trail of saliva down his chest and over his stomach. Spike's heart-rate picked up a little as she plucked her way down to his abdominal region. As he shivered from the sensations she was sending through his cold-blooded body, he felt her neck make solid contact with the tip of his erection, earning a twitch from it.

And there she stopped. She pulled back a little from his abdomen and looked down. Her warm breath slid over his most sensitive of muscles, but as Spike waited for her to make her next move, the Zebra only waited with her nose and mouth looming over his member, breathing on it. He started to squirm a little. His member twitched helplessly, but couldn't do anything else while his arms were tied and Zecora kept him waiting.

“Um...Z-Zecora? Are you...?”

He was rendered incapable of finishing his sentence as Zecora's warm breath cascaded over the length of his member. His whole body quivered like gel from the sensation. The Zebra's voice, as hot as her breath, spoke through the darkness that bound him.

“Not just yet, my little pet.”

Done with her playful tease-and-denial torture, she started kissing her way back up his chest. As her soft, thick lips sent his respiration swimming and his blood rushing to heat up the rest of his body, he felt the world falling away from him. He lost all sense of balance, but rather than tilting over backward (though he couldn't even be sure he was still sitting upright), he fell into a soft void of warm, wet, tingling bliss.

It was probably the stimulating sensations lighting his nerves on fire that kept him so long from realizing that this surreal sense of vertigo was not just a result of surging hormones. Zecora's kisses came thicker and heavier than what seemed possible, her lips covering more scales than they should have physically been able to, and her hot breath washed over him in powerful waves. Against her orders, Spike grew curious and peeled his eyes open halfway.

He was met with the sight of a giant pair of lips, each one larger than a pillow, full and moist with saliva. The Zebra herself was a towering shadow, looming over him like a leviathan with ears that—from his angle—were tall as spires, eyes like portals he could sink into, and a snout large enough for him to lay his whole body across. Her enormous bedroom eyes were deep, dark pools, and Spike was overcome with a new appreciation for the ease with which one could get lost in a mare's beautiful orbs.

Then the giantess's enormous parted. The sight of such a large piece of flesh moving so naturally startled Spike.

“I think it is time you paid your due,” she said, her hot breath rushing out of her maw and bathing Spike in humid sweetness. “For I am about to have my way with you. It won't be long before we two are both in court, and you'd best do as I want if you want my support.”

She has absolute control, Spike thought. She has the advantage of size and power, and she even has me at a circumstantial disadvantage. She could even squish me under her hoof or her rump if she wanted to! There's no way I can get the upper hoof, and we both know it... Although the utter helplessness of his position would sound despairing under normal circumstances, he found this one to be strangely erotic. Never before had a mare gained this much dominance over him, and from the shine in her eyes and the gentle pants escaping her mouth, she was very aroused by the unbalanced power between them.

Spike looked up at the fire-limned mare towering over him. Whatever happened to him next would happen by her say-so. His safety and his future were both being held in the frog of the hoof of a very turned-on mare, and the advantage she had was so great that—from his perspective, and his alone—she had power equal to a goddess. His eager, aroused, predatory goddess.

The goddess's lips separated with a soft plucking sound and a tiny strand of saliva still connecting them. Spike, small as he was, could see into the woman's maw like it was a deep, dark, dripping cave. He even saw his amazed and frightened reflection in that quivering rope of drool. He instinctively struggled against his bonds in an attempt to scoot back. In response, Zecora reprimanded him.

“If you're suddenly scared, it's much too late to turn back.” The lips peeled back into a sadistic grin, made ten times more terrifying due to size. “Now just let Zecora have her tasty dragon snack.”

The lips came forward now, and Spike braced himself to be swallowed alive. But rather than enveloping him, they parted again to make way for a wide, pink, dripping muscle to slide its way out and lunge at him like a hungry beast.

Zecora's tongue slapped into him with such force that he was knocked back and pinned down. Her wet, velvety muscle had him pressed against the tabletop, restricting his movement and squishing him inside an envelope of soft flesh and liquid. The giant tongue writhed mecilessly until his tiny erections were harder than a diamond, and he felt ready to melt onto that tongue like a little chocolate Dragon. He wondered for a minute if this one-sided tongue wrestling match would remove the goop that had shrunk him, but nothing seemed to be happening. Obviously, Zecora knew what she was doing. He would be stuck as a tiny Dragon toy until she decided otherwise. He was a little surprised to realize that he was relieved nothing was changing.

After what felt like an hour of heaven, Spike's pink assailant peeled off of him and retreated into its thick-lipped cave. Body still glowing from the sensation, he couldn't move from his position: flat on his back in a giant puddle of spit, looking up at his striped goddess. And Zecora stared back down at her little toy with the look of a goddess. She smacked her lips and licked them both, enjoying the aftertaste of his scales.

“Trusting me with your safety was the act of a fool. You're already making my nether lips drool.”

“Your...nether...” In his daze, it took Spike a minute to interpret what she was saying. She indicated for him with her eyes, and—after sitting up with a wet squelch—he looked down over the edge of the table. As if looking beneath a suspension bridge to the other end, he could see Zecora's thighs far below. Between them, her Zebra pussy was indeed moist with cum. A thin trickle was already running down her leg.

When he looked back up at her, the eager zest that was written all over her face almost scared him.

“Now, Zecora wishes to see how you taste,” she said in a lustful breath. “First, I'll take you in up to your waste.”

With that, her mouth opened and her face came down to meet him in a more intimate way than he could ever have imagined. A few strands of drool sretched between her lips, products of letting her mouth water after the first taste of her Dragon. One of the saliva strands snapped and dangled, touching Spike's leg as Zecora's mouth descended on him. Then the hot, soaking lips came down fully and swallowed him up.

Only half of him, though. The Zebra's lips pinned his rear to the table surface while his legs kicked and spasmed. His tail curled and his clawed feet clenched as she worked her tongue around. On the outside, a voyeur would see her adam's apple bobbing up and down while her cheeks pushed out here and there, and they would only be able to hear light squelching noises as the mare enjoyed the squirming of her captive. Inside, it was a completely different story.

Spike shuddered, thrashed, and gasped from a wild mixture of exhilaration and oxygen deprivation as Zecora's tongue brutally molested him. Its velvety wetness mashed him against the roof of her mouth, molded itself against his body, and slid up and down over his face, chest, back, and any other part of his flesh it could smother. Rivulets of saliva seeped into her mouth from either side of her tongue and poured down its massive pink form, soaking him as well...and nearly drowning him. Zecora could feel when her saliva was getting too thick, though, and pulled her tongue away to give him enough room to breathe. But she didn't let him breathe for long. After he'd pulled a few good lungfuls of the giantess's hot, humid breath into his own lungs, the huge, beastly pink muscle body-slammed him again.

Spike had never had any odd fetishes, so he he was very surprised at just how much he was enjoying this. But then, that shouldn't have been much of a surprise. It was like being kissed passionately, with the sensation spread all over his body. And he couldn't deny that being dominated came with a special kind of thrill. In her mouth, tied up, and shrunken to the size of a mouse, he was nothing but a sex toy for the Zebra. Or a snack, if she opted to just slurp him all the way up and send him down into her stomach...where he would be trapped...held prisoner by the very flesh of this sultry goddess. A shudder ran through him when he found that the concept of being swallowed by a mare excited him just as much.

Minutes after his mind and body had been thoroughly merged together in a syrupy concoction of pure bliss, the thick sphincter that was Zecora's mouth released his waist with a pop and pulled up away from him. Another clear rope connected his face to her bottom lip. The strand snapped, then dangled juicily from her mouth, glimmering in the candlelight until she smiled, and it swung inward to stick against her fuzzy chin.

She moaned while running her tongue around the inside of her mouth, enjoying the aftertaste of his scales.

“You taste quite good, my delicious little friend.” Spying his twitching erections, she leaned her giant face in so that her exhales washed over his soaked scales, giving him reason to shudder yet again. “And it seems this night is not yet at an end.” That massive tongue darted out once more and nipped at him like a predator snapping at its prey.

The first two times it lunged at him, Spike jumped, but the following lunges failed to startle him enough to earn a reaction. Zecora grew bored of the game, so she started licking him up and down from tail to chin. While her tongue danced up and down, its spit valve coated him in more saliva and its strength forced him back into a prone position. This led to the Dragon being pinned on his back while the giantess hungrily molested him with the second-wettest part of her body. The guilty appendage flicked over his cocks many times, making them bounce and wobble, which in turn caused the Dragon to squirm in agony.

Zecora looked down at her helpless victim with fiery delight. She hadn't let him come before, and she still wasn't planning on letting that happen. Torturing him was just so much fun she never wanted it to stop! That lizard-like writhing, and those adorable grunts and whimpers, were making her wet enough to leak out and run down the inside of her thigh. Power of such a personal and intimate nature was an undeniable aphrodisiac. Her breath came down on him hotter and heavier as she thought of all the ways she could use him, all the places on her body she could put him. It wouldn't be hard to tie some elastic to his limbs and wear him as a g-string...though she'd have to be careful of where his face was, or risk drowning the poor boy in her arousal.

She at last decided that she'd harassed his dragonhood enough. However, whether he would depart her abode with or without that undoubtedly agonizing pressure she had just generated in his loins was still up for her to decide. The thought of sending him away frustrated, with a hard-on exposed to the outdoors for all the forest to see, excited her. Again, she reveled in the sense of power to decide the fate of the handsome drake she had in her possession.

“I do hope Aunt Zecora hasn't scared you away, young Spike. It'd be a shame if you never returned to do what I like.”

Spike looked up at his mistress with an unfocused gaze. He was too overwhelmed to fully absorb what had just been said to him; all he saw was a towering vision of dark, exotic beauty looking down on him. But he was at least cognizant enough to comprehend that this goddess wanted him for more, so he bobbed his head up and down.

He was gratified when the giant lips smiled at his answer.

“My pet, that is very good to hear. Now I hunger again, so come over here.”

The lips peeled apart from each other once again, her hot, sultry maw descended upon him, and he had barely enough presence of mind do think, Wait...is she allowed to rhyme homonyms? before he was swallowed into her flesh...

...And through the door to another new set of experiences. He felt his lower body lift away from the table top and squrimed at the not-yet-familiar sensation of slimy drool running over his skin. A rivulet of the stuff poured down a quivering trough in her tongue (the fleshy trough in which he was trapped) and splashed into his face. Unable to use his arms, he squirmed like a worm to get his face up. Zecora accommodated him by pushing his chest up upon the tip of her tongue. But she only allowed him enough time to take a few breaths before his hot prison tightened again, crushing him from all sides.

Her lips squeezed his waist, for he was still only halfway in. She began noisily slurping him. The saliva that had poured down his legs and tail helped her make a very loud, wet sound as she sucked him in. Then her lips stretched out and groped at his thighs, pulling him the rest of the way into her mouth.

Once he was fully inside, and the tip of his tail had disappeared from sight, she clamped down on him. The inside was pitch black, leaving him with only loud, close-quarters squelching noises, her sweet, herb-scented breath, and the feeling of being absorbed into her massive sweltering tongue.

But there was another thing her tongue was doing. The most sensitive part of his anatomy was currently sliding through the firm, wet, squeezing canal her pink muscle had formed. As Spike lay mushed against it, his his dragonhood was pressed between his stomach and his living waterbed.

Zecora felt it, naturally. It was hard not to notice. She decided at that moment that, despite his obvious excitement, he may not fully appreciate being dominated so thoroughly if she merely spat him back out. Best to give him a stronger reason to come back. The blackmail was just a ghost of a thought, sweeping into her head as a reminder, then making itself scarce before she even knew it was there.

Inside, the hot, soaking mattress that Spike lay on lifted itself and pressed him firmly against the roof of Zecora's mouth, trapping him more completely than ever before; he was unable to even squirm now. A moan of pleasure rose up from her throat with the strength of a leviathan rising from the depths. It came from the very creature whose mouth Spike was trapped in, reverberating through his body from literally all sides. Zecora didn't even know what she was doing this time, simply vocalizing her pleasure; but for Spike, it was an experience he would soon find himself wanting more of. Heedless, Zecora kept him pinned for a minute, then began sliding her tongue forward and backward, running her taste buds over every inch (relatively speaking) of her Dragon. The Dragon felt those taste buds, little nubs that tickled him as they tortured his drenched, teased, throbbing erections.

Earlier, Spike would never had believed that entering Zecora's hut would transport him so completely into a new world. Yet here he was, inside the mouth of a lovely giantess, held captive in more ways than one, while her flesh maintained constant contact with a greater surface area of his body than any female possibly could...without that special goo she'd smeared on his scales. Trixie would probably love to use that stuff on him.

But these thoughts were little more than blurs swimming through his head. At the moment, the one concept dominating his mind was his entrapment. Being crushed between two grinding walls of female flesh, with his cocks also crushed between his stomach and her tongue, his orgasm was by no means an endeavor that he could pull out of, even if he forced himself to. Rather, it was something that was being forced onto him. His orgasm was a tidal wave that his goddess had absolute control over. It was a sentence, or a destiny, that was bearing down on him relentlessly. He couldn't run, turn away, or escape from it.

When it came, he clenched from head to tail, then exploded like never before. His entire form jerked and spasmed while spunk sprayed across his bed of wet muscle in the dark, leaking between the taste buds and mixing with the Zebra's omnipresent saliva. Then his energy was spent, and he could only lay still, but for gentle ministrations from the goddess whose tongue still cradled him.

The Zebra allowed him to relax, letting her eyelids go to half mast as she enjoyed the extra Dragon flavor now seeping into her taste buds like a creamy additive. She continued stroking him, spending the next few seconds toying with his limp, exhausted legs and tail, playfully rolling him around, and generally teasing him with pleasure while he enjoyed his afterglow in her mouth. Inside her head, though, she was counting to thirty. And like clockwork, the Dragon in her mouth began responding to the absence of her magic shrinking potion. He had burned it out of his system with the energy of his orgasm.

She tilted her head downward and waited until he was big enough to slide from her mouth without avoiding the grasp of her lips. She dragged them over his hide as his slowly enlarging form spilled onto the table, slurping fluids off his scales. At last her lips trailed down his snout and met his nose, puckered like she was pulling away from a kiss that had never happened. What had happened had been far more intense, intimate, and gratifying than either of them could have imagined. Notwithstanding, she leaned in and pecked her boytoy on his own lips.

Almost as if that were a finishing blow, Spike fell onto his back and lay there while he returned to normal size. This gave Zecora a front-row view of his retreating member. She drank in the size and firmness of the rest of his musculature before clambering up onto the table and using her teeth to release the ropes still binding him.

Spike felt his restraints come loose. He peeled his eyes open to see the dominating Zebra standing over him like she owned him...which wasn't far from the truth.

“That was...um...well...” He couldn't for the life of him think of what words could possibly follow such a bizarrely enrapturing experience. “Well...that was something else. I don't even know what to say.”

A sultry smile pulled her dark lips. “I'm glad you enjoyed my little stunt. You were always cuter as a runt.”

“But wait...” He quickly glanced down at her wet pussy, which she hadn't bothered to touch, and blushed for some reason. It felt odd that he could see it after such an arousing ordeal trapped inside the other end of her body. “You didn't come? Why not? You could've been doing something for yourself while you had me.”

She waved a hoof dismissively. “This was merely a light bit of fun. I'll pleasure myself on our second run. Getting off was not tonight's goal. I just want you to know who's in control.” That fiery gleam returned to her eyes as she stared down at him. Spike gulped.

“I...yeah...it's clear.”

That savage yet enticing grin never left. “Say it.”

“You...you're in control.”

Before he was allowed to feel even a shred of his masculinity slip away, her lips eagerly met his, forcing his head down against the table. Both, however, sank deeply into the kiss, and they relished their newly established bond as one.

I guess it's okay to have her take charge, Spike thought as Zecora's tongue sought his out and toyed with it. With the number of marefriends I'm gonna have by the end of this, maybe it'll add some variety to have one or two on top.

The Zebra let her boytoy up after their kiss had lasted a comfortable duration. She supported him so that he didn't stumble while his wobbly legs carried him across her living room.

“You had best depart, for the mares you've yet to get through.” Spike nodded wearily as he opened the front door. Her smokey voice brushed past his ear again. “But be sure to return every week so Zecora can play with you.” It made him shudder, but it was what she said next—in a normal tone of voice—that he would remember for the rest of the week.

“As for my position on the jury, you have no reason whatsoever to worry. I am your friend, and will vote for your innocence at the trial. ...But a lie certainly earned me a pleasure I haven't enjoyed in a while.” The sexy smugness in her voice was almost palpable.

Spike's face brightened, though she couldn't see it, and he smiled. The tense feeling of confusion and betrayal in his gut that he'd forgotten about now melted away. Zecora's actions made perfect, if perverse, sense. He never should have doubted his friend. He turned around to reply...but found the house behind him empty of Zebra. Peering in, he noted that everything inside the home was as he'd seen it seconds before, minus the shaman who'd just made him her sub.

“Huh...” Just like Mick Pundee, he thought in wonderment. I really gotta learn how to do that one of these days. He turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. “Hey, wait...” He spun and shouted into the empty hut, “Why did you just pull a Mick Pundee in your own house!?”

Author's Note

Swashbucklist A/N: Welp, here it is.

BloodBrandy A/N:...Okay....I, I really don't know what to say...um...to each their own?

Well, I guess...Next is Path of Cloud with Lyra Heartstrings (Which is almost done, I'm told, and will probably be less...fetishy, I think) than will be my chapter with Gilda (Which I've kinda worked out a bit and should take me only a week or two as long as Life doesn't sucker-punch me)

Chapter by: Swashbucklist

Edited by: Blood Brandy