The Shamare's Creed

by Socks

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Other, Sex, Zecora
Length: 8301

It's winter, and everypony seems to have a special somepony to spend the holidays with. They all have someone to snuggle with, even create babies together. Well, everypony but the village shamare, that is. Perhaps with Rarity's help, Zecora

It's winter, and everypony seems to have a special somepony to spend the holidays with. They all have somepony to snuggle with. Hell, maybe they can even create babies together. Regardless, everypony has somepony special. Well, everypony but the village shamare, that is. Perhaps with Rarity's help, Zecora can find that special somepony who could keep her warm and toasty all winter long...

Cover by the amazing Harwicks Art. If you haven't checked out that amazing artist's page, shame on you!

Published 2013-11-14 19:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-15 13:33:03 UTC

Winter's Night

"You have nothing to fear! I'll be there for you, my Dear. Where you heart will be, so there you shall find me!"

~Zecora

Winter was always one of the best times of the year for young couples. It was a day when lovers would spend their time inside, nuzzling each other in their warm embraces as they kept each other warm. The fireplace would be alight with a soft, gentle glow that had become symbolic of the season, keeping a physical warmth that matched the love of the couples it was near. While the outside could rage and the wind could blow, nothing would stop the stalwart lovers from enjoying each other's company.

Many animals would simply sleep through the winter, tightly knit together like so much string in a cloth. Others would remain awake, enjoying the pleasant times that began at the beginning of first snowfall. It really didn't matter, the love was present regardless. Young couples would stick together, sharing each other's love and compassion while they prepared to create the next generation, children with whom they'd enjoy the rest of their lives raising and knowing. Older couples would simply wait for their young to drift off to a soft and pleasant slumber before repeating that old familiar embrace they had long known together.

The same could be said for most ponies as well. Just like any other being, they too had a soulmate to share their otherwise lonely nights with. Every mare and stallion had someone to care for and to be cared for by. They all had that 'special somepony' with which they knew that they could always love and be loved by. Everypony, that is, except for a certain whimsical rhyming zebra.

Zecora pulled her covers tightly around herself, hoping to gather some warmth from her uncaring blankets. The wind outside her hut blew its fury upon her walls, howling like a raging animal itself. The snow fell not in some gentle, lovely way, but instead as a beast of unrelenting fury. The young zebra lay alone, wrapping herself deeper in her sheets as she staved off the cold that surrounded her. Such was the life of every shawmare.

With a sudden gust, the shutters to her paneless window blew open, revealing her to the elements that blasted around her. Zecora stood up with a groan, what little that was left of her sleep being deprived of her. With a frustrated sigh, the young mare trotted over to her window. It took a few moments, but she managed to close them, making sure the latch held this time.

"Damn it," she muttered, not even bothering to maintain her normal rhyming patterns while alone. "Just...damn it."

The zebra slowly dragged herself over to a nearby table, pulling out some tea-leaves to make a nice little brew. It didn't take that long to prepare, and soon the lonely mare had a nice warm cup in her hooves. She sat down at her table, staring blankly at the walls as she idly sipped her tea. It was simply a repeat of every night she'd known that winter.

Once her nerves started to settle a little, Zecora soon found herself wrapped up in her worn sheets once more. With the shutters closed once more, the room was beginning to regain just a bit of its warmth. She rolled over, her stripes standing out against the brown blankets that surrounded her. Sleep remained just out of reach, tickling her conscious like that annoying kid in the desk behind you. She had reached that point of consciousness where dreams and reality began to coincide.

Zecora pulled her head back, looking lovingly into her mate's eyes. His strong features showed a gently side of him that most mare had never seen as he leaned in for another kiss. Her hooves wrapped around his neck, drawing the stallion in for a tight embrace. Zecora felt every part of his body as it pressed against her own, softly beckoning to her.

The young zebra felt a smile starting to play on her lips. Her hoof started to drift downwards as she thought about her 'mystery stallion'. It didn't take long for her appendage to reach her slowly moistening lips, gently beginning to rub against her outer folds...

"I-I love you," Zecora murmured into his ear. She playfully nibbled on it as she began to rub her shapely body against his stallionhood, feeling his every being as his meat started to stiffen. The stallion didn't bother responding with simple words, instead meeting the beautiful zebra's lips with his own. She felt his tongue playing at the edge of her lips, and she opened her mouth to let him in. After a few moments, he pulled back from the passionate kiss.

"Is that a good answer?" the stallion asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Definitely."

With that, Zecora helped him line himself up, feeling the young stallion's member touching between her legs. She let out a soft gasp as his shaft started to enter her, gently placing almost half its length before retracting. By now, Zecora's pussy was starting to dribble a little bit of her mare juices, simply inviting him in for the main course.

Zecora was beginning to pant as her hoof played with her marehood. She closed her eyes, focusing solely on her imaginations as she pretended that her 'partner' was actually there, truly providing the warmth and intimacy she craved. Her hoof was getting a little damp from the pre-cum that was beginning to find its way out.

The stallion started grunting as he continued to thrust his hips. Zecora felt every movement as the engorged meat started sliding against the walls of her marehood. He nuzzled the zebra's mane, a small smile on his lips as his hips continued to gyrate.

"Ah!" Zecora cried out when he thrust especially deep inside of her, the tip of his penis almost reaching her cervix. He continued to pump away, slowly picking up the pace. Zecora started feel her vagina clenching at his dick, a sure sign that she was approaching her climax.

"Babe, I'm, ugh! Cumming soon. Should I-"

"Don't pull out, baby!" she replied, thrusting her own hips in time with his. Zecora wrapped her legs around his waist, starting to squeeze him tighter as if doing so would somehow make him thrust harder. "I want you to- Ah! Cum inside of...me."

Not being the kind of stallion to disappoint, he thrust especially hard, suddenly releasing his load into her snatch. That was more than enough to set Zecora off, and she felt as her own orgasm hit. The beautiful mare let out a loud cry as she felt the shockwaves of pleasure slam into her like a derailed freight train.

Zecora's hoof was rubbing vigorously against her clit when she had finally gotten off, and she arched her back as she came. Her hoof continued to rub up against her folds as she rode out the last of her orgasm, searching for those last few ounces of pleasure as she could. Once she was finally done, Zecora pulled her hoof away from her now soaking pussy.

With a sigh, the young zebra stood up. She gathered her sheets and placed them near the door to her hut, soon replacing them just like she'd been doing for years. With a forlorn sigh (a skill that she'd grown quite adept at), Zecora crawled back into her bed, lonely once more.

I can't keep living like this.

Oh, the rush, the excitement of newly opened packages of cloth! The amazing feeling that comes from designing the newest fashion was indescribable. Every new design, every new idea that could become a masterpiece was much akin to the joys of finishing first in a marathon. Rarity knew that every second counted, that perfect concentration was required to make that piece of amazing clothing that her dear clients had come to love and adore! She was willing to-

KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

"Fuck!" Rarity cried out as her sewing needle jammed itself right into her hoof, causing a small trickle of blood to leak out all over her half finished dress. If it weren't for her immense patience and countless hours of anger management therapy, she'd probably kill the person who'd just dared to spoil her sport.

Keep it calm, just keep it calm...

After regaining her composure from counting to ten a few times, Rarity headed over to the door like a good mare. With a casual flick, she opened the door with her fake smile plastered on her face.

"How may I-Zecora? Are you okay?"

The mare in question looked almost downright pitiful, but did her best to put on a smile of her own. "If I could have a moment, please, I'd be very thankful...uh...geeze?"

Rarity was instantly be her side, putting a hoof up to her head to detect a fever. When the rhyming zebra stopped rhyming, it was a sure sign that something was up. When there didn't seem to be a temperature, Rarity relaxed a little.

"Come in, Darling! I was just finishing my latest project when...well, nevermind that! Come on in!" the white unicorn said, pulling her friend inside. She led Zecora over to the nearest table, already formulating a plan to cheer her up. "Would you like some tea, Darling?"

"Um...sure."

Something's definitely up, Rarity thought as she set the kettle above the stove. The white unicorn started to place the tea leaves in their respective cups before properly mixing the warm water and letting them mix properly. Soon enough, she had a proper brew prepared.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Rarity asked, a look of concern on her face as she sat down across from her striped friend. She passed Zecora her respective cup before taking a sip at her own. The forlorn zebra did the same, savoring the taste for a moment before a small smile started to creep onto her face.

"Mmm...Bai Mu Dan, if I'm not mistaken?" Zecora stated, seeming to recognize the taste. Rarity simply nodded, and they continued sipping their tea in silence, one waiting for the other to make the first move.

"So," Rarity started, "what brings you to the Carousel Boutique? Have you finally decided to take my advice and let me come up with something for those beautiful stripes?" The white unicorn seemed to get lost in a small reverie for a moment. "You do know that you'd look simply marvelous in black velvet, Darling?"

"Yes, about that...I'm...Rarity, I'm lonely."

That took her completely by surprise. Rarity knew that all mares had needs, but she never really expected to have one come to her about it. A large blush crept onto her face at the thought of one of her friends, a mare no less, giving her such a proposition. It'd come completely out of left field!

"Well, you see Darling, I...oh my."

What do I even say to that? Rarity wondered for a moment. She looks so sad, but I don't really swing that way. The alabaster mare spent a few moments weighing her options before coming to a conclusion. Best to nip this at the butt right in beginning, I suppose, she mused. Okay then.

"Zecora..."

"Yes?" the striped mare responded, seeming to perk up a bit at that. Rarity tried not to cringe at what she was going to have to say next.

"I-I don't really go for mares," she stated, her heart melting as she saw the surprised look on Zecora's face. "It's not that I personally have anything against you, Darling! I just don't swing that way, you see."

Zecora stared at her for a moment, before promptly bursting out into laughter. Rarity deadpanned for a moment, before it became suddenly obvious that she'd misread that. A deep crimson hue started to show through her very pale coat.

"Rarity, I wasn't talking about you!" Zecora laughed, suddenly in a much better mood. "I'm not the sort of pony that looks for, um, intimate relationships with my friends."

The fashionista let out a sigh of relief at that. With a smile, she looked back up at her friend. "So you're looking for advice then? Or maybe you want me to help set you up?"

"That would be great, yes."

Rarity started chuckling. "Okay then, but only if you let me play with your appearance. I simply cannot let such fabulousity pass up undeveloped!"

Zecora smiled pleasantly. Maybe things would end up just fine after all. The mare in front of her was certainly seeming to go out of her way for her, something that not many ponies were willing to do. It was nice and refreshing, and she was glad to have a friend in someone as generous as Rarity.

"So, Zecora, ever heard of a blind date?"

Oh my...

A Shamare's Showmare

"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!

The Royal Pain

"These lips were not created to be soiled with your...your carnival fare! No, I don't know how that adds up. It just does!"

~Prince Blueblood

The snow had just finished falling for the fourth time that season. Mares went about their daily jobs in the kitchen without thought or pause, foals ran amok around the snow, pelting one another with snowballs that were easily half their mass, and the odd stallion here or there sat near the fireplace with his pipe and newspaper as if nothing were happening. It was a beautiful winter morning.

Ponies periodically trotted down the center of Ponyville, more than happy to enjoy the light flaky snow before it could transform into the slippery cold ice that just about everypony eventually learns to hate. Even the most depressed of ponies had a difficult time keeping a frown on their face when the air was so clear and crisp.

It's truly hard to keep a good mare down and Zecora certainly wasn't an exception. With a bounce in her own step, she trotted once more towards the fashionista's business. She was glad to have another chance at love, something that she'd longed for since she first came to her home in the Everfree. Maybe she was being to optimistic, but the striped mare was more than a little happy at the thought of potentially having a mate.

While the events that transpired a few nights earlier with Trixie were a little over the top, it did make it quite clear to Zecora that love was at least a possibility. She kept her chipper mood, trotting up to Rarity's door. Just as her hoof was being raised to knock, a voice called out saying, "Come in!"

How Rarity could possibly know that her shamaristic friend could be there at that moment still remains a mystery to this day, but scientists speculated that it had something to do with overexposure to 'Pinkie Sense.' Regardless, Zecora promptly opened the door to her friend's home.

"Well, Darling, are you ready for tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Why yes, Zecora! I've finally managed to find another potential mate for you, and this one has no blood fetishes or any sort of criminal record. He is a bit of an acquired taste, but I think you'll warm up nicely!" Rarity said, trotting over to greet her friend. They met with a small hug before the alabaster unicorn led her companion to the kitchen.

"So he's a stallion? Well that can be interesting. What does he look like?"

"Oh my stars, Darling! He's so handsome, every mare's dream! Unfortunately, too many mares have sought him out just for that reason, and he's looking for a potential mate who isn't...erm, focused on only his assets? Anyways, he's a great catch if he turns out to be your type! Oh, and your foals would look simply marvelous!"

Zecora put a hoof to her chin, entering a fairly contemplative train of thought. "He's handsome, well endowed, and remarkably single? Where'd you find this one and why haven't you taken him yourself?"

Rarity blushed at that. "Well, you see," she started, looking nervous. "I've already tried that out with him, but I guess I really wasn't his type.."

That should have sent up a red flag to the young zebra, but she wasn't that experienced in the realm of love in the first place. The signs went right over her head, so she just gave Rarity an apologetic look.

"It's quite alright, Darling. Not every mare is suited for every stallion, you know. But enough of that! We need to get you ready, the carriage should be here in at around midday to take you to Canterlot!"

"Canterlot?" the zebra inquired. "Really? So I'm going to be paired with some pompous noble?"

"He's perfectly fine, my dear. Trust me, you'll probably like this guy. He's handsome, charming, handsome, wealthy, handsome, and just generally well mannered," Rarity replied, a huge smile on her face. Don't worry about a thing, Darling. Just trust me on this!"

"Okay..." Zecora stated skeptically. "I'll put my trust in you." For now...

"Don't worry, he'll make you very happy! Also, a thing of note would be the fact that he loves to roleplay."

"Roleplay?"

"Yes," Rarity started, obviously growing excited over telling her friend something new. "It's where you essentially play as characters from a storybook, all that fun stuff. Some ponies will do the hero and the milkmare, others a pair of adventurers, or so on."

"Uh huh."

"Well anyways, this guy likes to play at Prince and Princess, if you catch my drift. Just go along with it and everything will be just fine!"

"So I take it that this is what you mean by 'acquired taste?' Well, I guess I can give it a try..." Zecora finished, looking somewhat depressed.

"Excellent!"

Here we go again...

Several grueling hours of fashion mayhem, Rarity finally finished her chaotic struggle against mane knots and poor apparel. Zecora knew that by what had been done the day before, she was probably going to look absolutely splendid whatever that nearly-psychotic mare did to her. Still, her rump was starting to hurt from the swivel-chair she had sat all day on.

"Oh, aren't you a beauty!" Rarity happily said, turning her barber's chair to reveal the new look she'd devised for Zecora's date. If it weren't for the fact that she already knew that it would be good, the zebra probably would've gasped. As it was, she found herself almost as stunned as the day before.

"Rarity, you always seem to exceed my expectations."

"I know it's fabulous, no need to thank me!" Rarity stated, beaming happily at the enjoyment she was causing with her 'client'. Not that I can really blame her... Zecora thought as she looked herself over. That mare has a talent at outdoing herself.

The new look really wasn't that different from the day before in some manners, but many of the newer details more than made the appearance utterly awe inspiring. The makeup design was similar, remaining subtle but very present yet again. Her coat had that beautiful sheen again, and she had another flower placed in her mane. The flower was a light blue-green hibiscus this time, but it still felt similar to the feel of the last one.

Her ears donned somewhat smaller earrings than last time, but they had a golden hue that fit her usual style. The neckrings were just as lacking as the time before, replaced this time with a golden necklace, complete with an emerald gemstone. Zecora's mane was even left mostly loose this time, starting as a mane but tapering off to the side in a more western fashion than before. Overall, the entire appearance seemed to lack in any definitive national theme, instead transcending the dogmas and stereotypes that had been so common in fashion.

"I like it."

Another hour passed by, and Zecora shared some small banter with her friend over a cup of good tea as they waited for her escort to arrive. Time seemed to pass by in a blur, every moment accentuated by the ticking of the nearby grandfather clock in the room over.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!

"Now's your chance, Darling. Go out there and shine!"

Zecora didn't need to be told twice. Without hesitating, she stood up and trotted over to the door with all the class she could muster. Right before she could get there, however, Rarity pushed her way in front and opened it instead. "Mi'lady, it's for you!"

The striped mare tried not to facehoof at that last bit. What the hay is she thinking? Being who she is, Zecora simply went along with it. Not like she had anything better to do anyways. With all the regal air she could muster, she trotted past her friend and said goodbye like some kindhearted monarch.

Roleplaying, you say? I can do this...

The stage groom closed the door to their carriage before they took off, heading towards Canterlot and the unknown. The trip there was fairly uneventful, however. After about an hour of riding in the back of some glorified wagon, the door to her ride was opened to reveal a line of servants leading to some type of manor. The sight of the nearby palace made it clear that they were on the castle grounds somewhere.

Well this is interesting...

Zecora stepped out of the carriage, carrying herself with grace and poise. If Rarity wanted her to roleplay, she wasn't one to go half mast at it. Filling her role, the pretty mare followed the groom into the well lit manor before her. She soon found herself led inside, yet another row of servants showing themselves lined up for their duties.

"Right this way, your Highness."

Simply going with the flow, Zecora followed the steward towards what appeared to be some sort of high class dining hall. She was immediately greeted by the most handsome stallion teal eyes had ever fallen upon. Hot damn!

Standing at the far end of the massive table was a mare's stallion in every sense of the word. He stood tall and proud, his firm, masculine shoulders being more than a little attractive. His jaw was deep set and strong, giving off the air of command and authority, and his charming smile would make most mares swoon at the very sight of him. He sported a beautiful blonde mane and had a pair of strikingly blue eyes to complement this.

Zecora didn't let it show, but she grew somewhat intimidated by his godlike appearance. It looked almost as if the Cherubs themselves had carved his face out of the best of marbles! He was undeniably and impossibly attractive, and Zecora could feel herself getting somewhat wet just by looking at him.

"Welcome, my Dear," the godlike being said, a smile splayed on his face. He looked utterly sincere and glad to see her, and he himself gave her a once over with his appraising eyes. Without a pause, the charming stallion stepped forward and took her hoof, kneeling down to plant a heartfelt kiss.

"I was told that the mare I'd be seeing was gorgeous, but now my eyes must have deceived me. How can such a beautiful flower as yourself be described as something so mundane and pitiful as merely 'Gorgeous'?"

Zecora felt her heart pounding violently in her chest, barely managing not to swoon right then and there. Sweet Celestia, help me now! It was at that moment that she realized something else. I-I think I'm in love!

Most of the dinner they shared passed by uneventfully to the unobservant eye. To the two of them, however, there was nothing uninteresting about it. They both swapped stories of their homelands, telling tales of politics, intrigue, and even mystery. Zecora described her childhood as an apprentice mage, studying under their lead Shamare as the thirdborn of her family. Blueblood sat there attentively, not taking his eyes away from the mare for a moment.

Zecora did likewise with his, listening to his tales of adventure and exploration as a colt with his friends, one of which was surprisingly Twilight's older brother Shining. It certainly made it clear how the stallion had received a compass as a cutie mark. It fit, really, considering that he was usually the leader of their expeditions. It was also on these journeys that Shining had received his shield, and the fact that Blueblood was willing to take the time of day to talk about his old friend's tale instead of just his own showed a depth of character that Zecora loved.

But beyond that, it was the alabaster stallion's ability to truly listen that drove home the package for the young mare. Sure, many ponies would pretend to listen, even being able to recite a bit of what they heard while the secretly ignored them. Blueblood was different. He not only listened, but showed concern at the downs and joy at the ups. He quite often asked her questions, seemingly enraptured by her stories.

As with all things, the night started to drag onwards. Neither of them really noticed the fact that it was well past midnight until the steward dropped by to point it out. Looking slightly sad, Blueblood turned to lightly smile at the mare before him.

"Well I suppose that this will have to be good night then. I-I hope that we can meet again soon, m'lady."

"And I you, m'lord."

Blueblood stuck out a leg, offering to escort Zecora to the front door. They moved on in silence, both seemingly disappointed in the early departure. Just as they were nearing the entrance, Blueblood suddenly stopped.

"Damn it all! I just don't want to see you go so soon!"

"Nor I you," Zecora replied, looking up hopefully at the stallion of her dreams.

"Well, you don't have to go," Blueblood started, looking just as hopeful as the mare beside him. "I'm not pushing for anything, but-" He didn't have a chance to finish before Zecora met his lips with her own. She felt his arm wrap around her as he returned the kiss, and their mouths opened to allow their tongues passage. After a few moments, Zecora pulled back, smiling.

"How was that, m'lord?"

"Marvelous, m'lady!" Blueblood replied, trying to regain his breath. "You even taste delicious!"

"You don't know the half of it," Zecora started, a knowing look on her face. Blueblood quickly caught the signs and bore a snarky grin of his own.

"It seems the night has just begun, my Dear," he stated, leading her towards what inevitably must be his bedchambers.

Zecora was panting heavily as she felt Blueblood's meat drive in for the next thrust. He wasn't being completely quiet himself, but the pretty zebra was more than making up for it. With every new thrust, every new inch his shaft drove in, she'd let loose another sexy cry.

Everything she had hoped for in Blueblood was true and more. He was even great in bed, driving that point home with the fact that he'd already gotten Zecora off twice without having cum himself. Still, she could feel him nearing his own climax as he fucked her silly.

I'm so not walking tomorrow...

Zecora simply ground her hips back against his groin, trying to make it even more pleasurable for the stallion in question. She felt every stroke as his dick drove home, his balls idly slapping against her thighs as he hilted the pretty mare over and over. It was simply amazing!

"Babe, I think I'm-"

"It's alright," Zecora answered. "Ugh! I want this."

"Alright then," Blueblood responded before nibbling softly at her ears. Zecora let out another moan at that. She could feel her own climax coming yet again as he kept at it like a pile-driver. Soon enough, Blueblood let out his own shout, his dick shooting streams of seed into her womb as they climaxed.

Another minute passed by as he finished riding her, pumping his sperm into her vagina. After a few moments, they lay down next to each other, content just to snuggle up. The entire room smelled of sex and perfume, but neither of them really seemed to notice nor care. They simply lay there, kissing one another.

"You know, that was probably the best time I've ever had," Zecora smiled, beaming at the stallion beside her. "I've never really...had someone go all out with me like that."

"You were great too, Honey," the Prince replied. "I think I could easily get used to that."

"Me too."

They giggled at that, nuzzling one another passionately. Time seemed to pass by in a blur, but it was right around then that noticed the grandfather clock on the wall.

"It's already four?!"

"Uh...yes?"

"Oh my, I have to finish my brew by then! Ailment tonics can be very time sensitive. My home may go up in smoke!"

Blueblood smirked at that. "Why doesn't your servant just do it for you?"

"I can't roleplay right now, Babe. I've got to get back!" Zecora cried out, suddenly more than a little worried. "I have to be back in...I think five hours!"

The alabaster stallion's smile slowly slid off as he realized she was being serious. "So wait," he said, a scowl forming on his face. "You're saying your just some commoner who was playing at princess this entire time?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"YOU CUNT!!" Blueblood suddenly screamed, throwing Zecora aside like a worthless rag. "You led me on to believe that you were someone actually important, someone who I could be with! How dare you accept my royal seed!"

"So wait, you're really a-"

"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, SLAVE!!" he shouted, slapping the mare in front of him like a misbehaving dog. "And to think, I actually ate out that dirty snatch you call your marehood! Ugh, so disgusting!"

Zecora's face openly displayed the hurt she felt inside, but that was quickly replaced with rage. "So, this is how it is? You worthless cur. I thought I saw something in you, but I guess I was wrong. And for your information, I am the third daughter of the leader of the third of the Six Tribes of Zebrica. I may not be a 'Western Princess,' but I'm not some street ilk either. You, however, seem to need to flaunt your title around like some little feather in your cap!"

"Wait, so you are in line for-"

"ENOUGH!!" Zecora snarled, turning towards the door to leave. "I never want to see your worthless face again."

Just as she was about to open the bedroom door, a dresser was suddenly moved in front of it, wrapped in a light blue glow. Zecora paused for am moment before looking over her shoulder.

"I suggest you move that out of the way."

"But-"

"I won't tell you again. Move it out of the way. Now!"

"I want-"

Blueblood was suddenly cut off by the sound of both his dresser and his door being bashed to pieces with some sort of magic. He watched in awe as Zecora trotted through the wreckage completely unfazed. Long after she was gone, the Prince sat there staring, not quite fully registering what he'd seen. He stared for a moment before crying out to his butler.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Bring me that stallion Thunderlane. I really need a blowjob right now..."

Zecora ran blindly through the palace grounds, tears streaming down her face. She didn't even bother looking where she was going, simply running around, trying to distance herself from what had happened. Soon enough, she found herself lost in the gardens around the castle itself, looking for any escape from her sorrows.

It was horrible, the was that stallion had treated her. She couldn't quite place what it was about it that really had her so down, but something about the entire experience had felt like a hammer blow to her face.

Finally having grown exhausted, Zecora sat tiredly on the edge of a fountain, glad for a moment's rest. It was there that she really began to let herself have a good cry. The moon reflected lightly off of the water as her tears started to leave ripples in their wake.

"My my, isn't this a sad sight?"

Zecora suddenly looked up, trying to spot where the voice had come from. Finding nothing, she turned back to stare at the moonlit water. She'd almost regained her train of thought when a figure started to form nearby, its reflection showing through the water. The young zebra suddenly looked up, startled to see a strange and yet familiar creature across from her.

"W-who are you?"

"What, you don't remember me? Tut tut, that hurts you know. I'm Discord, your neighborhood friendly chaos dispenser, so don't worry about me!"

Zecora chuckled at that. "So why...why are you here?"

"I'm the God of Chaos, if I recall correctly. I am where chaos is, and there seems to be a lot of chaos in your mind or some sappy nonsense like that."

"But I'm-"

Discord put up his hand, motioning for her to stop. He looked down for a second, letting out a soft sigh. "Don't try and come up with excuses, Zecora. What happened."

It was at that moment that she broke down, tearfully telling the tall draconequus everything that had happened while she tried to keep a stiff upper lip. Discord's face slowly started to turn from one of boredom to actual empathy as she continued.

"So let me get this straight," he said when she finished. "Your 'partner' treated you like a princess, gave you many sweet nothings, and acted like you were something worth having, am I right?"

"Yes."

"And then that stupid prick not only turned around and slapped you, but revoked everything nice he had said and done up to that point, making you feel worse than you would've if you'd never been there in the first place?"

Zecora just stared at him for a moment, trying not to let the tears continue to fall. Discord sighed before pulling her into a hug. He gently rubbed her withers while she cried her eyes out, letting her release her pent up sorrow and shame in one go. He stood there, gently scooping her up like a father to his foal.

"There there, it's alright now."

"What will I do?" Zecora murmured. "I can't even trust a friend of mine to pick well, and I'm obviously blind!"

Discord put a finger under her chin, raising her head up to meet his sad smile. "Listen to me, Zecora, you are not worthless. He may have said that you were, and I'm sure he had his reasons, but you are not worthless. You hear me?"

Zecora met his eyes for a moment before nodding. Discord quietly set her down, stepping back to take a look at her. He smiled a loving smile at her.

"Just look at yourself! You're young, beautiful, smart, talented, and full of life! Don't let one arrogant prick keep you down, you're better than him. Look at me."

She did as he asked, meeting his chaotic gaze with her own.

"You are not worthless. You have your whole life ahead of you. You just...you just have to set your sails, you know? Shoot for the stars, Zecora. Shoot for the stars, and you'll at least land among the heavens!"

She smiled at that. "Thank you, Discord. I-I needed that."

"I'm many things, but a liar is not one of them. Now get your flank back home! That brew won't last forever, you know. Even right now, it's starting to beckon to me, calling for me to stir it up a bit..."

"Oh, right!"

"And one more thing."

"What?"

"Rarity meant well. Don't judge her too harshly, she thought he'd changed."

"Alright."

Zecora turned to run, heading back towards the city's train station. Just as she was leaving the garden, the first rays of morning sunlight started to play down on her. Discord smiled, looking up towards the nearby balcony. Celestia smiled back down at him.

"Hmm...I think some chamomile tea would be nice right about now..."