A Summer Night in Zanzebra

Thursday Morning

I swear she called out my name, making that one of the very few things she's ever said without rhyming. Evidently I'm just that good. Or at least better than oranges. I thrusted up into her while she matched my motions. I was squeezing her very ample and strong ass by her glyph marks and helping her rise and fall on my dick. Her fingers scratched my scales as I did so.

“Agh… Fffff… Z-Zecora…”

She slammed down on me. I was balls deep in her tropical snatch. She gyrated her large hips, squeezing me tight. She ran her hands all over my chest and let out a deep moan. “I know your drakehood deserves my caress. With my jungle flower, I shall ease your stress.”

“Jungle flower… That’s a good name for your vaaaahaaagh…”

I grunted while holding back a chuckle at the same time. Though I quickly brought my thoughts back to the task at hand. That task being her rumptious booty that I was enjoying to all my ability to squeeze and fondle while she rode me as hard as she could. While her own strength made the pounding of my cock inside her pussy a testing experience, I joined in whenever I could. Though she seemed intent to finish me off with or without my help. Not that I minded. The view of her jugs bouncing with each thrust worked nicely with the view of the ocean beyond the balcony. Two spectacular sights in one!

“Spike, oh, Spike…” she called out, head turned to the cloudless sky, “your powerful cock makes this mare’s world rock… Fuck me until I’ve collapsed of shock!”

“You got it!” I replied, both my hands a bit too busy to give her a thumbs up. I was gripping her delectable ass cheeks. I bent my legs, pushing her forward and causing her to fall against me. Her breasts acted as cushions to her collision. She reached up to my head and held me still as she kissed me.

Her lips were just like the rest of her: hot, wet and exotic. So full and open, they surrounded my own in their carass. Then, before I knew it, her tongue was entering my mouth. Zecora certainly wasn’t the slow one, that’s for sure. Already her tongue was wrestling with my own. Our dedication to our tongue play didn’t interrupt our thrusting hips, though.

The tribal mare broke the kiss. “You are a lover I’d ride all day.” She got back up into her sitting position. I figured we’d keep going like this, which I was okay with, because I freakin’ love being ridden, but then Zecora decided to lift herself off of me, setting my dick loose from her dark lower lips. “But I wish to try this another way.” She swung one of her large legs over me, turning herself around. Tilting my head, I could see she was massaging herself. Horny girl… I thought this was her idea. “Take me, Spike, for another run. Do not stop until you’ve come…”

Hey, not like I needed anymore temptation than she was providing. Getting up from my seat, I rested one hand on her leg to give her extra support. Then with my other I grabbed her ass, squeezing so hard I felt her reactively clench underneath.

“They make ‘em all as smokin’ hot and erotic as you on this island, Zeck?”

I chuckled at my own joke just as I fitted my dick’s head back into Zecora’s nethers. Now this position definitely had some benefits to it. Tighter, with a nice view of Zecora’s luscious ass as well. I just hoped her flexibility could keep up with my thrusts.

Finally managing to squeeze my entire length back into her, I appreciated the warmth of her snatch on my shaft. Then came the moment I was looking forward most of all. The first pull back, about midlength, slow and steady, just to ram it back into her with no restraint.

I felt Zecora grab my legs as she leaned forward, arching her back. I stopped thrusting as she slid back and forth along my length, milking me like a cow. While she did that, she answered my question about the denizens of the island. "Yes, oh yes, their looks are pure treasure. Gorgeous mares and colts in equal measure. Affairs with many, I can picture you having..."

I decided to steal her rhyme. "But for now, your ass is the one I want to be slamming."

Spurred on by my humor (I assumed), Zecora doubled her efforts on my cock. Like before, I didn’t even have to move a muscle to get waves of ecstasy fueled pleasure to wrap itself around my dick to travel up my spine and beat against my skull with each thrust of her hips. But I’d be damned if I let her have all the fun.

Using both hands now, I held her ass in a dual grip that squeezed her cheeks to double the tightness on my length sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. I was literally putting my back into each thrust. The wet slap of my balls against her cunt only drove me harder to pound her pussy into oblivion. Instead of the usual witty line from Zecora’s lips, only blissful moans of pleasure escaped her. I joined in with a grunt and groan every now and a then, but during the entire experience the only sound that filled the balcony was the smack of our bits going to work, full force.

Feeling a familiar tremble starting from my groin and spreading to the rest of my body, I knew that my limit was coming soon. Though I didn’t let that overtake me. Zecora wasn’t finished yet, and it’d be awfully rude of me as her guest to leave her unsatisfied.

“Gonna lose it,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Zecora took a glance behind at me, the white stripes of her face now a dark red blush. “Then by all means lose it, if you must. Cum inside me with one fell thrust!”

“B-but you haven’t—Aaah...” I hissed in a breath, feeling my legs tremble.

“We have all day, my little pet. It matters little if I haven’t cum yet.” Zecora wiped a trail of drool that had fallen from her lips, which she licked to her best suggestiveness.

Well, can’t really argue an offer like that. Throwing all my inhibitions to the wind, I upped my thrusting to a deadset gallop to finish. I’m normally more patient, but it had been a long time. I needed to get rid of this tension, real bad…

Just as that thought popped in my head, I felt the last of my endurance pop as well. With one final thrust I stuck my length up in her as far as it could reach. Just then, I felt it. I grew stiff as a rock. As I tensed up and let out a loud groan, the showers started.

Zecora must have felt my first pump as she slowed her assault on my cock, purring as I filled her up. The second pump was just as strong. And it just kept going! Load after load of my cum shot forth like a cannon inside Zecora’s lower lips. A stream of milky whiteness. Celestia, it had been a while. Eventually the load became too much to bear, and I started to ease out of her. My spunk continued to drain, coating her and my dick in equal measure. And it just kept coming and cumming. Jeez, this was overdoing it, even for me.

After that barrage of my seed pumped into her, I finally felt it let up. Ejecting my dick from her lower lips, a couple more spurts ejaculated off to cover her ass in my cum. It was oddly invigorating and a turn on. Like I had made a mark on her. And in her.

“Heh… yeah, sorry,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. “I haven’t… exactly let loose for a while. Kind of overdid it.”

“It has been long since I’ve climaxed, too.” As she said that, she lay back, rolling off of me to rest at my side. She had one hand on her hip and the other was fiddling with my dorsal fin. “Two months and a half. How about you?”

I raised three claws, with a pathetically frank half-smile on my beak. Especially for me, that’s pretty pathetic. “I guess that’s why I was so short on the way here. Surrounded by babes and dudes wearing nothing but beachwear and I couldn’t find anywhere private enough to masturbate.”

She found that amusing enough, laughing heartily as she traced her finger over my chest. “If ever you have a sudden bout of desire, seek me out and I will quell your fire.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” While the hot zebra babe on top of me offering free sexual intercourse was a tempting offer, and by the holy sun plot of Celestia would I take her up on it, I needed to rehydrate myself bad. After a blowout like that, I wouldn’t be surprised if I just tapped out half my water weight. I patted Zecora on the shoulder, then sat up. “I’ll be right back. Where do you keep the water bottles?”

“They are in the cooler, as a matter of fact. I beseech you, do hurry back.”

“You can count on that,” I said, making my way back into her hut. I left my button-up shirt and capris on the balcony floor. Wouldn’t be needing them anytime soon.

I entered the beach hut and strolled into the kitchen area. The place was a lot like Zecora’s hut back in the Everfree Forest, but it had far less voodoo and tribal decor, having a more tropical vibe to it. It was also a bit more modern, with an actual wooden floor in place of mud. Plus, the blessing of air conditioning was a miracle on my scales. Leave it to Zecora to make me so heated.

The cooler was out on the kitchen counter. Opening it up, I realized that, hilariously, we hadn’t unpacked anything yet. It’s all a bit fuzzy in hindsight, but I’m pretty sure Zecora and I had just dropped our bags on the floor, and then I started eating her out… Well, regardless, I bypassed all the soft drinks and grabbed a water bottle.

Enjoying the cold liquid soothing my parched throat, I emptied half the bottle before stopping for a breath. When I did, a letter on the counter caught my eye. If I remembered right, that was the one Twilight gave to Zecora that started this whole trip.

Walking over to it, I opened it up and reread what was written. I was so stressed and bitter during my initial read of it that it was all a garbled mess. Only reading it now do I realize how much I freakin’ love Twilight.

Dear Zecora,

Hopefully you will have received this letter. I wished to speak to you in person but I have been occupied with preparation for the next Summer Sun Celebration.

You mentioned to me once that you were planning a trip to Zanzebra. I myself have taken a few glances at what that place is like, and it seems like a perfect haven for relaxation. No wonder it’s so peaceful there. I mention this because I have a request.

Spike has been working himself ragged around the library. It has been years since he moved out and after moving back in, he’s trying to make up for lost time. I’m growing concerned for his mental health. If it is all well and good with you, I’d appreciate it if you would let Spike join you on your trip to Zanzebra. I’m sure the beautiful tropics, sunshine and peaceful natives will ease his stress. Contact me with your answer as soon as you can, for his sake.

-Twilight Sparkle

What a saint. Sending me off to a tropical paradise with hot babes and dudes abound. She knows just what I like. And, for that matter, so does Zecora… “Geez, I gotta get back outside,” I said to myself. I grabbed another water bottle for insurance, and half-ran back to where Zecora lay waiting for me.

There she was, still buck naked and kicking back, holding no shame in showing off just about everything and more to me. How considerate.

“So, know anyplace to get drinks around here?” I asked, holding up my bottle. “Water is fine, but I’d also like something that can lower inhibitions and intelligence quite a bit.”

She sat up. “Know a decent bar, I do, one that’d be entertaining for me and you.Flaming Sea is what it’s called. Drinks and entertainment that please all.”

“Sweetness,” I said, giving a fist pump. I do enjoy a good show, and it’s an excellent icebreaker if I wanna bring somepony home. “I wonder if Flaming Sea gets any surfer dudes?”

“All that and more is what’s in store.” Zecora then reached out her hand and beckoned to me with a single finger. She had that ‘come hither’ expression on her face. “Now, let us continue. Come make me roar.”

I crack my neck in preparation. “Can do, m’lady.”