The Shamare's Creed

"What's wrong with Trixie? She's too great and powerful to not deserve you! Maybe it is you who don't deserve her!" *hmph*

~Trixie Lulamoon, formerly the Great and Powerful

The sun was just reaching its midday height when Zecora entered town. She didn't wear a cloak this time, the ponies around having gotten used to the novelty of her enough to stop acting like foals. The occasional passerby would even wave and call out her name as she passed them by. It was really a pleasant day out anyways.

The young mare was more than happy to think about what awaited her. Maybe it would be a handsome stallion or some mysterious mare? Then again, it could just be some everyday Joe that had a story to tell and heart to give. It really didn't matter to her as long as she made somepony happy, somepony who'd reciprocate that same love that she'd show them.

Zecora arrived at Rarity's place right on time, slowly bringing her hoof up to knock. She heard a distinct 'Just a minute!' before the door flew open to reveal a very, very ecstatic mare. Her brain didn't even quite manage to register what was going on. Rarity was so excitable that Zecora started feeling nervous.

Dear Mother of Celestia...

"Step right in, Darling!" Rarity stated before dragging the frightened Zebra into her home. "We simply must make you fabulous! Now now, you know that I'm doing this for your own good, alright?"

With that, Zecora soon found herself thrown into the most grueling two hours of her life. She felt ever stroke of every brush (All twelve of them), sat patiently through the long hooficures, and even managed not to squirm while Rarity put on some eyeliner and removed her all too familiar neckrings.

Please kill me.

"There!" Rarity stated at just about the time that Zecora finished thinking up her seventeenth suicidal scheme. Pulled out of her reverie of rope and nails, she turned to look at the mirror that her friend was pointing towards. The sight that she saw left her utterly stunned.

Before her stood the most beautiful mare she'd ever seen. Her hair had been beautifully brushed and braided, and a teal lotus had been placed in her hair. Rarity had obviously taken a simplistic approach to her apparel, only placing a sea-green gemstone at the end of some black lace around her neck. Everything complemented her striped coat perfectly and left an overall stunning appearance.

"Is that...me?" Zecora quietly asked, slowly reaching out to the mirror. She reached back and touched her reflection's face, idly tracing the subtle eye shadow and blush that had been cleverly (and sparingly) used. Her coat gleamed softly in the light and the entirety of it looked so soft. She no longer looked like some shamaristic heathen, but more like a gorgeous model for Zebra Weekly or some similar magazine.

"Thank you," was all Zecora managed to get out before turning back around to look at her friend. Rarity was beaming back at her, obviously glad that the appearance had done itself justice. Just as they were about to contract diabetes from their mutual smiles, Rarity suddenly started, looking over at the grandfather clock.

"Oh my! You'd better hurry or you'll be late! Go to the Chez Casamir, table eleven. It's right across the street from the Sugarcube Corner. This one's a mare since you said you were fine with either. Good luck!"

With that, Zecora soon found herself whizzed out of Rarity's household and on the street. She knew right then to hurry her flank up and made quickly towards her destination. Little did she know what impact the phrase 'Good Luck!' could have to the delicate fabric of the universe.

"Table eleven, please," Zecora stated, trying not to smirk at the flabbergasted waitress.

"Right this way...uh, your majesty?"

Zecora followed the mare to their table, soon finding herself sitting across from a figure currently immersed in a menu. The pretty zebra tried not to roll her eyes at that. Without pause, she herself was soon immersed in her own menu. Choucroute Garnie, Carbonnade Flamande, Escabeche...that'll do.

"So..." the figure across from her started to say. "Um, do you think we can lower our menus?"

The striped mare blushed a little at that, but decided to comply. She slowly lowered her menu, not quite making eye contact until it was completely lowered. How silly of me. Without further pause, she looked overat the mare across from her, expecting some random stranger. What she saw instead was an all too familiar face.

"Trixie?"

"Zecora?!"

"But Rarity said that-"

"You'd be somepony-"

"I didn't-"

"Know!"

They stared at each other for a moment, both faces burning a deep crimson. They stared at each other for a small eternity before Trixie suddenly burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. It didn't take too long for Zecora to join her, and soon they were sharing a pleasant moment trying not to laugh their heads off. Some of the patrons around started to look at them oddly, but the two of them kept their mirth to a reasonably polite level.

"Well isn't this a surprise!"

"I know!"

"How have things been on your end, Trixie?"

"I could ask the same of you!"

"Well okay, but you still need to tell me yours."

"Eh, okay," Trixie started, looking over at her date. "I kinda took Twilight's advice about toning down my arrogant act a little bit, and it seems to have done wonders to my business. Would you believe it, I'm actually getting asked to come act at places! I even have a gig in Canterlot next week! CANTERLOT!"

All the ponies around turned to glare at them, but neither seemed to care much. With no ponies to stare at, the patrons soon got back to their fancy eating and pointless gossip about which noble was having an incestuous affair with whom. Zecora simply smiled at the mare across from her, glad to see that the one-time archnemesis of her good friend Twilight was now on the right side of the law with a world looking up to her.

Trixie blushed. "Hehe, sorry I got carried away. So...what do you do these days?"

"Unfortunately, nothing much. Just the same lonely, mindless alchemy and enchanting that I've been doing for years. It gets a little bit old, you know? Hay, I used to entertain myself by trying to put literally everything in rhyme! How sad is that? Anyways, I think it's about time that I got out for some kind of adventure, you know? Something other than keeping myself in a shack all day long."

Trixie suddenly looked a bit concerned. "It's okay, Zecora, I understand completely. Believe it or not, but I worked on a rock farm for a while. It wasn't so bad at first, not really, but it started to grow really dull eventually. I know your pain..."

The light blue mare reached across the table, gently touching Zecora's hoof. At that moment, the pretty zebra wanted to do nothing more than to hold the mare across from her, to enjoy the evening, and she seemed to reciprocate the emotion. They stared at each other, holding hooves like lovers. Unfortunately, the magic of the moment was interrupted by the sound of their waiter rudely tapping the edge of the table.

"Order, please?"

"Um..."

"I'll take an Escapeche with a side of salad, please?"

"And you?" he asked, turning towards Trixie.

"Same, I guess."

"Alright then, my ladies."

With that, he took their menus and departed. The two mares just looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into more ridiculous giggles. Soon enough, their meals arrived and they ate in peace, chatting away like old friends. They continued to sit there long after finishing their meals, but didn't even seem to notice the passage of time.

"You know," Trixie said, "I've never quite met someone like you..."

"I know," Zecora replied. "You're just so...amazing."

For the first time that night, the striped mare began to take in Trixie's features. She wasn't wearing her usual showmare's garb for this event, instead sporting a lovely silver necklace that fit her coloring quite well. She too had been light on the make-up, but it was still quite present and gave a nice to feel to her person. Overall, she was quite beautiful. It was right then that Zecora noticed that she too had been checking her out.

"Hey Zecora?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you a library book?"

"Uh, sure?"

"Well, I'd like to check you out..."

They both giggled yet again at their juvenile antics, still finding joy in the childishness of it all. Once they settled down, there was a moment of silence between them, everything that needed saying being said with nothing but stares. Trixie suddenly grew a sly grin as a thought occurred to her.

"So...do you like bars?"

"So that's whash the...dominatrix ish?"

"Eeyup," Trixie slurred, leaning against her partner as they slipped into Trixie's wagon. "I usually prefer to be the submissive...Master."

"Wouldn't that be Mistresh?"

"Er, yersh."

Trixie immediately opened up a compartment on the side of her wagon, pulling out a fair number of dildos, strap-ons, and other implements of torture as Zecora firmly latched the door. Soon enough, the young zebra tackled lust-driven unicorn to the ground, firmly placing a strap-on in just the right way.

"You ready?"

"Yes Master!"

"Mishtresh!"

"Whatever, fuck me already!"

Without further ado, Zecora rammed the phallus into her companion's pussy, listening at the pleasant sounds of her minion moaning from the very start. Several double-shots of good liquor could easily do that to a mare.

"Ram me hard, baby!"

"I'm already riding you like a lawnmower!"

"What?!" Trixie panted as Zecora humped away. "Do I look like a fucking lawnmower to you?!"

"Ugh...no?"

"Then get pumping!"

Pretty soon, the two of them were starting to sweat profusely. Trixie's slit was already streaming with girly pre-cum, something that soon found itself mixing with both of their sweat. Zecora soon found herself lost in the rhythm of her humping, glad to fall into a pace she could understand. She would speed up and slow down with Trixie's drunken commands. Trixie herself would command her like if she were the dominant, but somehow insisted on remaining the submissive.

Meanwhile, outside the wagon, Cupcake was busy leading her twin children down the street to their home/shop when they came upon the sight of a heavily rocking wagon with muffled sex noises coming through. Pumpkin looked at it curiously while Pound just turned and asked her mom, "What're they doing, Mommy?"

"OOHH YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

"Uh...nothing, Dearie. Nothing whatsoever."

With that, she pulled her children quickly into their home, trying her best to cover their ears as if that would take away the scarring they'd already received. She tried her best to set her children at rest, but soon found herself in an...odd state. Once they finally drifted off to sleep, she knew exactly what to do.

Carrot Cake looked up from his armchair in their room to find a very horny looking wife coming in with a predatory look. She sauntered over to him, not taking her eyes away from his own for even a moment. She sat her plump blue plot down on his lap, gently rubbing it against his limp dick as best she could.

"Honey...you wanna crack out that Viagra?"

Zecora woke up to the worst headache she'd every encountered. Without even thinking, she reached over for the nearest bottle she had to take care of the stuff. Instead, her hoof found itself in something wet and slobbery.

Huh, that's odd...

When she bothered to open her eyes, she soon found herself in a pile of bloodstained cloths and mare juices. Right next to her, curled up in her sleep, was none other than Trixie.

Uh...

"Hey!"

Zecora shook her companion lightly, watching as she slowly came out of her drowsy sleep state. "What happened last night?"

Trixie looked up at her for a moment, completely confuse, before looking over at the bloodstained implements and odd dildo around. Confusion etched her face as she turned back to look at Zecroa. It was at that moment that the blue unicorn screamed.

"So you're telling me that one was a bust?" Rarity asked, frowning slightly. "Huh, I figured you guys would probably hit it off. Oh well, most ponies don't on the first try anyways. Hmm...I'll have to think over who else is currently looking. Don't you fret, I've never let a friend down before!"

"Uh huh," Zecora replied, her face completely not amused. "Next time, can you set me up with a mare that doesn't have a complete blood fetish and an inability to remember what she did when drunk?"

"Oh my...she didn't tell me that! My apologies, Darling, I'll be sure to get a better alibi first, okay?"

Zecora just sighed at that. "Okay, but please choose better next time?"

"You have my word!" Rarity replied, donning the most serious face in her life. "Why if anything ever happened to you, it would be the wo-"

"Worst possible thing? I get it."

"Eh hehehe, okay."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes, Darling. Same time, okay?"

"Okay."

With that, Zecora left the boutique that was about to become all too familiar to her. It didn't really matter though. The beautiful mare had just found herself on a new adventure, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make it the best one yet!