Tags: TSxZ, goo girl, tentacles, enema, double penetration

Twilight cracked the door into Zecora's hut open, peaking around. She saw no sign of the tribal shamaness anywhere in the single room; there was only a clutter of creepy masks and shelves of exotic ingredients along the walls and an enormous cauldron, probably big enough to hold two people, in the center, occasionally making a lazy, wet pop.

She hesitated for a few more moments, despite the fact that Zecora had an open invitation for all of the girls into her home regardless of whether or not she was present; outside in the Everfree Forest was a poor place to linger. Eventually, Twilight pushed the door further open, slid in herself, and shut the door behind her. Zecora's staff was there by the door, so wherever she had gone, it couldn't have been for long.

At this, Twilight let herself settle down, walking over to the round table and sitting at one of the two thick stools. She slid off her bag, pulled out a tome titled Conventions of Unconventional Magicks, and set it on her lap as she waited. She'd been hoping on getting Zecora's input on the chapter regarding tribal mysticism, but she could wait.

A minute passed. Twilight tapped her foot, looking around. She tugged off her sweater-vest. It was awfully warm in the hut. She glanced over at the lazily bubbling cauldron, then at the small collection of bottles and herbs littering the table. It seemed Zecora had been in the middle of brewing a potion, but had to run off to find some ingredient she was missing.

Carefully setting the book aside, she approached the half-full cauldron. Despite the bubbling, there were only ashes in the pit underneath it. The potion itself was a neon green color, and it was giving off a strong scent of sweetness and...something else she was having trouble identifying. She grabbed the stirring stick resting in the cauldron and raised it slightly. From the way the liquid sloughed off it, she mentally added two more details regarding the potion: it had a syrup-like viscosity and was slightly translucent.

She shuffled her feet. It was really getting warm in here, she thought as she opened a few buttons on her shirt. She turned back to look at the table and the ingredients strewn atop it. “What exactly were you making?” she asked out loud.

Only silence answered her. She kept standing for a few more seconds before realizing that something was off about that. She looked back at the potion. It had stopped bubbling. Frowning, she made another stir with the stick and pulled it out. The mixture had become more translucent, and it sloughed off much more slowly.

Twilight dropped the stick in shock. “Oh no,” she gasped, “did I ruin it?” She didn't think just touching the stirring stick would do anything! “What am I going to tell Zecora?” she cried, staring down into the potion.

The potion stared back.

Twilight blinked.

The potion blinked back.

There was a face in the potion. Why was there a face in the potion? Twilight's face scrunched up in utter confusion.

Suddenly, two arms sprang from the brew, latched onto Twilight's shoulders, and yanked her inside mid-cry. Her entire body flipped over the cauldron's rim and disappeared under the potion's surface, which sloshed violently for a few seconds before settling, leaving no sign that anyone had been standing there.

When Zecora opened the door into her hut, the first thing she noticed was the bag at the foot of her table and the book on top. The second thing she noticed was the conspicuous lack of any owner. The third thing she noticed was that her cauldron wasn't bubbling.

She looked at the bunch of pale flowers sticking out of her satchel, then at the cauldron. After a few moments, she moved closer and saw that the brew inside had turned a brilliant violet and, much more shockingly, had a set of clothes floating on the surface. She reeled back, uttering a string of words in her native tongue that shall not be translated.

“Can you hear me, Twilight?” she called, dashing to edge of the cauldron. “Tell me if you are alright!”

Suddenly, the surface of the potion bulged upwards, bringing the soaked clothes with it. Zecora found herself watching the curious sight of a tower of purple jelly hastily dressing itself. Quickly, the shapeless mass thinned out, forming arms that leaned against the cauldron's brim, a head with a hair-like blob trailing from it, and a very feminine body. The shirt it was wearing was only halfway buttoned, revealing a distracting amount of cream-colored bra and abundant, see-through cleavage.

“Hiiiiiii, Zecora!” the silme chirped brightly, its voice an echo-y facsimile of Twilight's. “I've been waiting for youuu!” Even the face was an eerie copy of Twilight's, its grin stretched twice as far as should've been possible.

Zecora stepped back nervously. “You wear Twilight's form and face, I see, but is it truly she who appears before me?” she asked, one arm ready to reach for the staff she'd left by the door.

“Hee hee! Of cooourse it is!” the potion said, its form quivering with laughter. “It's your potion, isn't iiit? You should knooow what it does!” The potion—or rather, Twilight—began to stretch her arms. “I meeean, I feel kinda loopy, but can you blame me? This is amaaazing! I had nooo idea that you could even brew up something like this in the first place!” She brought one of her hands in front of her face, and before Zecora's eyes, the fingers began to shift through various shapes: a pair of scissors, a fountain pen, a spoon, a short ruler, a drawing compass, a fork, and so on.

Zecora allowed herself to relax at this. The Pinkie-like bubbly-ness the pure slime usually expressed was clearly heavily influencing her, but Twilight's curious nature was definitely showing through. That, and the fact that she was actually talking, rather than gurgling like the slime typically did. She pulled the satchel off and grabbed the flowers in her hand.

Twilight looked up from her own hand, her fingers snapping back to their original forms. “What are those for?” she asked, gesturing at the flowers.

“The petals here are the final things to be brewed,” she answered, approaching the cauldron again. “They prevent the stirrer from becoming consumed. Though it has already happened to you, with these, your mistake, I can undo.”

Twilight regarded the flowers with a tilted head for a few seconds. Suddenly, she stuck her arm out, and the the stirring stick, covered by her sleeve, shot out from within her arm, smacking the flowers out of Zecora's hand. The shamaness flinched back, but Twilight stretched forward, bring the stick behind her back and pulling her up to the cauldron. Suddenly, Zecora found herself pressed against Twilight's gooey, full form by her own stirring stick, held by each of Twilight's arms.

“Why would you go and do something like thaaat?” Twilight giggled, her bubbly voice gradually dropping to something deeper. They were close enough that her breath should've felt hot against Zecora's face, if she had any breath in this form. Zecora wasn't sure if the lack of the feeling was comforting or disturbing. “I'm nowhere near finished with this body, and neither are youuu...”

Zecora shivered in Twilight's grip. The gooey body was pressing past the opening of her thick cloak, touching bare skin. “Twilight, the sensations you feel are new, but—!” Suddenly, a gooey hand slapped over her mouth, even though the stirring stick remained stuck behind her; Twilight had sprouted an extra arm to gag her.

“Don't act so coooy, Zecora,” Twilight purred. “After I figured out what the potion did, I wondered for a bit why you wanted to brew something like this up in the first place? To create a temporary lifeform composed entirely of slime, with a natural inclination to take the shape of a human female, and to top it aaall off, infused with aphrodisiacs? I didn't have to wonder too looong,” she giggled.

Still gagged and stuck in place, Zecora could only widen her eyes and flush deeply.

Suddenly, she released the stirring stick and the gag, and Zecora stumbled backwards. She nearly tripped over her own cloak (when had it come off?) before regaining her footing a few steps away. She looked back up at Twilight and gasped.

Twilight's clothes were dropping from her form entirely, revealing her purple, translucent body from the thighs up as she posed provocatively. “I wonder...” she breathed huskily, “did this shape come around itself, or did you have to customize these curves juuust so?” She hefted one of her massive tits, letting it bounce like jello. Zecora bit her lip, unable to look away.

“Or what if...” Twilight's body suddenly began to shift, her entire surface rippling. “You'd like something a little more natural?” Her body was now back to it's original shape: small, lithe, and with average-sized, but delightfully perky breasts. Zecora's breath nearly left her.

“Oooh, now that got a reaction!” the goo girl squealed. “You know, you're reeeally good at hiding it! Usually, I can tell pretty quickly when I'm being ogled, but even after all my visits, I wasn't sure about you until just nooow!”

Suddenly, something in Zecora's demeanor changed. The flustered blush in her cheeks drained away, and her eyes widened in fear. She started to tremble.

Twilight frowned, sensing the shamaness's panic. “Is there something wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No!” Zecora snapped, staring at her feet. “Don't... Don't look at me!” She turned her body away, raising her arms as if trying to hide herself.

Twilight was taken aback. “Z-Zecora?”

“Don't look! Don't... I'm sick! I'm disgusting!” she cried, sinking to the ground. She was starting to sob.

Twilight didn't know what came over the shamaness, but she couldn't let those words stand. She threw her gooey arms out in front of her. They stretched, grabbing onto Zecora's shoulders and yanking back to the cauldron. She barely made out a sound of protest before Twilight's arms wrapped around her back in a fierce hug.

“Don't say that!” she shouted, leaning into Zecora's shoulder. “You're not disgusting! You're beautiful! Who would think otherwise?”

Zecora hesitated, stunned. “But I...” she stammered out. “You're a woman... This lust I feel... It's wrong for me to think...”

Twilight abruptly pushed away. Zecora's heart stopped. Then Twilight's gooey lips were on hers and her heart began pounding like a thunderstorm. Her eyes stared blankly as Twilight slowly pressed more insistently. It was difficult to see, even up this close, but Twilight's eyes were shut in concentration.

All too soon, the pressure receded. Twilight pulled her head back just an inch. “Did that feel wrong?” she asked softly.

Zecora would've collapsed if it weren't for the strong grip on her shoulders. A million thoughts whirled through her head, but then she thought about the kiss, and the memory of it shoved everything else out. “No,” she whispered.

Twilight smiled, not a face-splitting grin, but a soft, honest smile. A hand stroked her still-stunned face. “You really are beautiful,” Twilight said. Zecora tried to stifle another sob. The hand slid down, past her neck, then it was slowly slipping under her thick wrappings. She gasped, and Twilight's lips captured hers again.

Zecora didn't consider herself beautiful, she thought as Twilight's slimy, sweet tongue poked through her own lips. But all the same, Twilight had two sets of arms holding and massaging her, one set gripping her shoulders, one hand pushing up her wrappings to caress her sagging breasts, and another tracing the spiral of body paint around her navel with a finger.

When Twilight's lips left hers again, she spoke. “Is this a dream?” she asked. “Should I fear awakening to... sun... beams?” she finished her rhyme weakly.

Twilight giggled. She was really distracted. “Wheneeever you want,” she murmured, looking her in the eye, “you can come over to the library, and I'll prove it was no dream. But for now...” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I'm going to fuck you.” Zecora shuddered.

The arms on her shoulders let go, and Zecora found them pulling her thigh. She lifted the leg, and Twilight pulled it into the cauldron. The other soon followed, and Twilight lowered her into a sitting position on the brim of the large cauldron. Still dazed, she didn't protest as Twilight pulled off her wrappings entirely, exposing her breasts to the air. Twilight leaned back, her eyes taking in the golden hoops that pierced her nipples, and the white, painted stripes that stood out against her near-black, toned body.

Suddenly, Twilight's face had a mischievous grin, and she leaned forward. Zecora watched as Twilight's breasts neared her own, and gasped when the gooey nipples consumed her own pierced ones. Twilight leaned back, and Zecora groaned as her nipples were tugged on.

“Oh wooow!” Twilight gasped. “It's weird, but it feels like I'm sucking on them!” Her body swayed forward, causing her breasts to nearly engulf Zecora's dark pair, then she swayed back until only her own nipples were tugging on the piercings.

Zecora suddenly brought up her hand and stuffed it in her jaw, muffling a loud moan. Twilight just used to her own hand to pull it out. “No holding it back,” Twilight ordered. “I want to heeear it. Every gasp, moan, and cry you make, I want it loooud and clear.” Zecora, after a pause, nodded mutely and then let out a groan as Twilight tugged a bit harder.

The golden nipple piercings held Twilight's gaze captive. “You knooow, I've always wondered what it would be like to get piercings,” she mused out loud. “From what I'd seen, it seemed like fun, though it was never something I seeeriously considered. Also, my brother would compleeetely freak out...”

Even through the haze of her sexual pleasure and post-emotional breakdown, a number of questions came to Zecora's mind, but after a few seconds, her mouth settled on, “You have a brother?”

Abruptly, Twilight's body surged forward, mashing into Zecora's. Her gasped was interrupted as Twilight's lips captured hers, and then it seemed to fill her own mouth, as the tongue extended to probe every corner. Twilight's warm body, meanwhile, was nearly engulfing hers, pressing against every contour of her skin—no, it was entirely engulfing her, surrounding her body, the slime massaging and groping her all over. Her loincloth was being tugged off, but she couldn't bring herself to care as her ass was firmly squeezed.

Suddenly, her muffled moans were replaced a muffled yelp as she felt a pressure in a new spot. Tearing her mouth away from Twilight's she gasped, “Why are you poking my... back door? Surely there are less filthy places to explore!”

The goo girl just giggled mischievously. “Then we'll just have to clean it up.”

Zecora blinked owlishly. “But—” Twilight cut her off by resuming their intense kiss, and her muffled protests died as another pressure began poking at a more orthodox area. The ooze that surrounded her was now massaging her labia, with an attention to detail that the pure slime could have never achieved. She groaned blissfully as a light pressure squeezed her clit, and almost didn't notice the straw-thin tendril squeezing into her sphincter.

Her eyes, which had been drooping in pleasure, snapped open, but she didn't try to pull away again. The sensitive ring of muscle didn't offer much resistance to the tendril, allowing about a finger-length in. Then it thickened. Zecora gasped as a bulb of slime swelled inside her, sloshing inside as if...

“You knooow,” Twilight muttered, abruptly pulling her lips away, “as new and exciting as this form is, it's got its downsides. Like, on one hand, I can taste eeeverything I touch. On the other hand, I can taste everything I touch.”

Zecora blinked again. “Then why—?”

Again, Twilight interrupted her by slamming their mouths back together. Zecora felt no need to complain. Her lower lips were still being teased, distracting her from her other hole. After a few seconds, the bulb of slime inside her suddenly slipped out, squeezing past her ring with an oddly satisfying feeling. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Twilight fling a bit of something out an open window. Then she broke their kiss once more.

“Now,” Twilight said, grinning widely, “we can get started.”

Before Zecora could ask what she meant, her body suddenly lost its shape and splashed back into the cauldron. The pool of slime then tugged on Zecora's legs, causing her to slip off the brim. Her arms flailed wildly, trying to keep her balanced, before latching onto the brim of the cauldron in front of her, leaving her bent over in the middle of the cauldron.

“Peeerfect,” the slime gurgled. She looked down, and saw a clear, purple tentacle waving about slowly between her spread legs.

Zecora knew of a wide variety of exotic creatures and plants, including a peculiar plant that consisted mostly of thick vines with a tendency to ensnare and penetrate humanoid females in order to insert seeds. Tentacles plants were rarely found in the wild—as far as reproduction methods went, one that depended on the availability of defenseless women wandering through the wilderness was rather ineffective—but it had always been a quiet, lingering fantasy for her to stumble upon one.

The slime tentacle poked at the inside of one her thighs, picking up a trail of liquid she hadn't noticed. “Oooh,” the pool of slime she was standing in purred. It was as odd sensation. “And I~ thought you were wet before! You must be reeealy excited.” The tendril brushed against her lower lips, driving a gasp out of her. She gripped the brim more tightly and ground herself against the tentacle. “Then I won't keep you waiting.”

The tentacle suddenly shoved itself between her folds. Zecora's legs nearly buckled beneath her as she let out a throaty cry. Immediately, it began pumping in and out of her. It wasn't nearly as hard as her polished stone dildo, but it was warm and pulsing and so alive inside her, and even better, it was gradually growing thicker and reaching deeper. It happily filled her again and again as her walls tried and failed to grip it. She vaguely felt a new pair of tentacles slowly wind up her legs, twisting around her calves.

“Aaand... step two,” Twilight announced, just before the pressure at her back door returned. Zecora barely had time to brace herself before another tentacle slithered inside her ring and gently forced it open. Just like that, there were two tendrils pounding her, one thankfully smaller than the other. And it felt good. She didn't know why, but it felt right, being filled in both holes. The tentacle in her pussy was still pounding away, the one in her ass was slow and gentle, caressing her from the inside.

Then, after a particularly hard thrust from both oozing tendrils, her legs collapsed. Her body slumped all the way into the cauldron. At least, it almost did. A thick tentacle wrapped around her stomach, holding her in place, while her legs were yanked up in front of her, leaving her ass exposed to the two tentacles fucking her, and a couple more new ones began caressing her cheeks. Even as her pleasure-addled mind took notice of them, more new tentacles were appearing and latching on to her.

Her arms, which had remained latched onto the cauldron's brim, were gently pried away by slime tendrils that wrapped around them, and another pair were massaging her tits, playing with the nipple piercings. Still, more tentacles appeared, caressing her body anywhere were the others weren't. One tentacle waved around in front of her face. She watched it uncomprehendingly, but the moment she opened her mouth to ask about it, it surged between her lips. She let out a muffled cry as her mouth was filled with sweet slime, then began to choke as it reached too far.

Suddenly, it yanked itself out, letting her cough into the air. “Oh, sorry!” the slime around her cried. All of the tentacles had stopped moving “I didn't expect... Have you... ever given oral?”

Zecora shook her head, still trying to work the last coughs out. “I'm not sure what you mean,” she said. “That was unlike anything I've seen.”

There was a pause. “Wooow, and I thought Ponyville was bad,” Twilight muttered. “Ah, well.” The all of the tendrils were moving again, pounding her holes, groping her body, and throbbing around her. “It just means I have to be caaareful.”

Zecora blinked. “Wait—” she started, before the tentacle shoved itself back into her mouth. It began thrusting slightly, sliding against her tongue. This time, it was small enough that she could've just easily spit it out, but she didn't. She kept her lips sealed around it, curiously taking in the sensation of the penetration of a hole that had never occurred to her. Slowly, her eyes shut, and she decided to treat it as if it were Twilight's tongue, stroking it with her own.

She was moaning noisily now. Her pussy was being pounded with more force than the pure slime had ever mustered, and there was the amazing, new feeling of her ass being filled over and over. She could almost feel the thin barrier separating them. The tendrils at her breasts squeezed particularly hard, tugging her piercings, before surging to cover her nipples and sucking on them as if trying to draw milk.

She began to thrash her limbs in pleasure, or at least tried to. The tentacles holding onto her limbs only allowed the slightest movement, but were otherwise like iron. They forced her to hold her position, with her legs bent and spread out in front of her and her arms above her head, and to her surprise, that knowledge only made her shake in more pleasure.

It was too much. Her groans grew louder and louder, her eyelids fluttered, and she could only slobber over the tendril probing her mouth. Twilight had to have noticed. The pace was increasing, pounding into her faster and harder. She could feel her breasts swinging up and down, even in Twilight's grip. The sensations were more than she had ever experienced in her life, more than could've even imagined. It was was too much, and she loved every second of it.

Finally, the tentacles slammed into her pussy and ass, filling them up completely, and the one in her mouth pulled itself loose, letting her scream in bliss as she reached her climax. She could feel every single one of the gooey tendrils pulsated rhythmically around her, their ends shifting slightly. As one, the tentacles outside of her body aimed at her, and began to spray her with the same purple slime they were made out of, while her own body milked the ones inside her, filling her up with warm, heavenly ooze.

She was lost in euphoria, having never even imagined how good her own body could feel. Slowly, the world faded back in. She was back in the cauldron, staring up at the wooden ceiling of her hut, her limbs folded in slightly to fit. Purple slime nearly coated all her skin, but most of it was behind and under her, collected in the womanly figure of Twilight Sparkle, providing a squishy, warm, and slightly erotic cushion for her body. For a moment, Zecora waited. Then she relaxed, sagging into her seat with a deep sigh. Twilight's arms came up and crossed around her body, hugging her tightly, and Zecora snuggled against her grip happily.

Some time later, Twilight spoke. “I haaate to interrupt,” she said, her voice rippling through all the slime, “but I can feel the potion's time limit creeping up. You up for one mooore round?”

Zecora's sleepy eyes snapped open. She sprang up from her seat and whirled around to face it. “Yes! Please! One more!” There was a pause. “These feelings I adore!” she finished.

Twilight pursed her slimy lips. “I can't help but feel your rhymes are getting laaazy,” she muttered as her arms, having been torn off when Zecora jerked away, reformed by splitting from her sides. “Anyways, yooour turn!”

“Huh?”

“Yeah!” she giggled in her reverberating voice. “Laaast time, I threw that whole tentacle thing at you, but now, it's your turn to come up with somethiiing!” She clasped her arms in front of herself, squishing her transparent breasts together to inflate them almost exactly like balloons. “So what do you wanna do?”

Zecora stared, somewhat distracted by the sight. “If you want to know what I prefer,” she eventually said, “I wish to take as you already were.”

“Aaaawww,” Twilight bubbled, clapping her hands on her cheeks, “that's sweeeet. But seriously, as I said, you can do that any time you want. This should be more special! Come ooon, think of something only a slime could do!”

The shamaness frowned, but tilted her head in thought. “So you wish for a greater thrill?” She tried her own hand at a seductive smile. Twilight, at the very least, didn't laugh at her. “Very well, then. Sit still.”

Twilight ooh'ed and settled into a kneeling position with her arms at her sides. Zecora did her best in the cramped cauldron to maneuver back into her previous position, seated in Twilight's lap and her back resting against her great, gooey rack. She only took a second to enjoy the feeling before fiercely grinding her ass and body backwards. Twilight tilted her head in confusion, but comprehension dawned on her as her jiggling breasts completely parted around Zecora's body. “Ooh, I get it!” she cried, adjusting her own body.

Zecora found her work much easier as Twilight's gooey body opened up around hers, leaving a depression to sink herself into. She then used her arms to spread the slime in front of the body, more ooze surged up from the bottom of the cauldron, and just like that, her body was once again completely enveloped in Twilight's. She could still feel Twilight's giggling and cooing head behind her own, but otherwise, the purple, slimy, and bountiful body was practically her own. She raised her arms, also encased in goo, and stood up straight to look at herself.

“You wouldn't happen to have a gooood mirror somewhere in here, would you?” Twilight's head asked. Zecora just shook her head, too busy admiring the great, quivering breast-shaped blobs of goo covering her own chest. “Pity. Wish I had my magic. We definitely look sooo sexy~” Twilight then drew her hands up and down her own squishy curves, dragging along Zecora's arms to her delight. Like a water balloon, the slime responded to pressure by inflating in other areas, like when they pulled more slime up their body into their breasts, expanding them even further.

Then, Twilight leaned them back until they were sitting on the rim of the cauldron. Once again, Zecora felt pressure against her pussy and ass, and she eagerly spread her legs in anticipation. Looking down, she could see the slime surrounding her nethers begin to push in while Twilight's gooey lips kissed the back of her neck. Just like that, two rods of slime were once again pounding into her, driving out gasps and moans of pleasure, but this time, rather than suspending her from a series of tentacles, Twilight was giving her an effective full-body massage and still forcing Zecora's arms to grope their shared body. She tried to sag, but the slime held her body up, in fact pushing their ass off the cauldron rim and forcing her to remain standing while getting fucked in both holes.

“You looove this, don't you?” Twilight whispered into her ear. Zecora whimpered and nodded in response. “Getting pounded like a sexy slut, by a sexy slut? You wish you could do this aaall the time?” She moaned her approval out loud.

“Then we're going to have sooo much fun,” Twilight continued. “Pinkie has got to try this potion out! She's already so bubbly and bouncy, just imagine what the potion would do to her!” She gasped. “What if we both tried the potion together and combined? I mean, I don't know if that's really a good idea, but I'm toootally willing to find out.” Twilight started putting more force on Zecora's arms, until the shamaness was no longer stroking Twilight's slimy body, but her own thinner, dark-skinned one inside. One arm tweaked at her nipple rings, and another rested just above her nethers, feeling the bulge from the pillar of goo slamming into her.

“The other girls, they'd try it out, buuut they'd probably want to do different things to you. Applejaaack, she'd love to tie you up, maybe hang you from a ceiling? Rut you like a beast in heat. Rarity could finally get you measured and fitted. She's been waiting for so long. Give you a gooood spanking for that.” Zecora could feel extra pressure from the slime groping her ass. Twilight's voice was becoming more breathy, and her pace increased. “Get you in a slutty bikini. Show you off. Rainbow would love that. Drag you to the lake, throw you on the shore, pull your nips out, fuck you silly, again, and again, and again. And Fluttershy? Maybe she'll take charge for once. Sit on your face. Make you learn to eat a girl out. Keep touching you, but never let you finish 'till she's happy. Oh, FUCK!”

All the goo surrounding Zecora quivered violently, and the tendrils inside her almost lost their shape. The pure slime had always been a passive lover, having little feeling itself, but Twilight had been pushed to orgasm by her own imagination. That realization, along with the slime in her nethers re-solidifying and slamming into her depths, brought her to her own screaming peak. The slime holding her up sagged, forcing Zecora to grab the cauldron edge in front of them to brace them.

They were still for a while, then the slime surrounding Zecora suddenly sloughed off her body. Exhausted, Zecora fell to her knees, resting her head on the cauldron rim. “Wow,” she heard Twilight say. “That was different.” Odd. There was something off about her voice. She looked back and stared.

Twilight staggered onto her feet as the watery remains of the potion spilled down her pale skin. “I didn't realize just how loopy the potion made me feel until it wore off,” she muttered. She snapped her fingers, and a violet, fluffy towel appeared in her arms. She immediately set to patting her legs and feet dry so she could at least step outside the cauldron on the dirty floor of the hut without picking up mud. She glanced backwards, and saw Zecora still staring, wide-eyed, at her naked body. She grinned and began to work the towel more sensually, rubbing it along her flat ass and perky breasts, putting on a show.

Eventually, she beckoned at Zecora to stand up, then began drying the shamaness with her own towel. She took her time, giving Zecora ample opportunity to bask in the sights and sensations. “What do you say to one more romp today?” she said as she finished. “Your bed.”

Zecora bit her lip and nodded, still unable to take her eyes of Twilight's bare skin.

Author's Note

Kept you waiting, huh? I should mention that it's a complete coincidence that I finished writing this on Valentine's Day.

I dunno what's next. I may do a couple quickies before jumping into Twicest for the wedding.

Until next time!