Every inch of Wingnut ached. His cock throbbed in pain. His ass was sore. His teats were sore. His throat hurt. Every possible inch of him had been violated. All because he had heckled Trixie Lulamoon and she had cursed him with teats.

He was on a train, wrapped up in a blanket, huddled in a dark corner, heading to Ponyville. He had heard of a zebra that lived in the woods that might help him. It wasn’t much of a lead, but it was the only lead he had.

The rocking of the train car caused his teats to sway from side to side, pulling, causing the tender abused flesh to feel like it was going to tear. Pissing had been a nightmare after his ordeal, that first urination actually causing him to black out.

He remembered very little after it was over, going under, blackness, and waking up in a park. He shivered. He leaned over and carefully farted, each emission feeling like he was going to shit himself, his abused asshole flapping from the feculent breeze. He felt surprisingly loose back there. He huddled deeper into his seat, pulling his blanket around him, not wanting to be seen.

Trixie Lulamoon looked over at her companion acrossed the table, a blue alicorn. “Trixie takes it your experience was to your liking?”

“Very much so.” Luna chuckled. “The heckler provided quite a bit of entertainment. I must say, I never expected you to use that spell I taught you on a stallion. I was expecting you to send me more mares.”

“Trixie is pleased to serve.” A sly look appeared on Trixie’s face. “So, will you teach Trixie more magic now that Trixie has entertained you?”

“Oh, indeed.” Luna said, grinning an evil grin. “But tell me, what else can you send my way? I have developed some odd appetites after the heckler.”

“Trixie lives to serve. Tell Trixie what you want and Trixie will make it happen. Trixie is blessedly free of morals and scruples!” Trixie beamed as she boasted.

“That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” Luna said with a cackle. “There are three little fillies that call themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders. I have been in their dreams. They have caught my fancy.”

A shrouded figure moved gingerly through the outskirts of Ponyville, trodding carefully, staring ahead at the woods before him. He moved with an odd bow legged gait, his hooves lightly touching the ground. An occasional cry of pain escaped his lips as he progressed forward.

It had been a long walk for Wingnut, and moving through the woods made everything worse. Snagging branches, brambles, scrub overgrowing onto the path, nothing was ever easy. It took all of his effort to concentrate on placing one hoof in front of the other. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw a hut that seemed to be made from an old tree. He took a last few pained steps and knocked upon the door, hoping the zebra would be home.

“Here it is, a quarter to four, and there is somepony knocking, knocking upon my door.” Zecora said, seeing her visitor.

“I’ve been cursed.” Wingnut rasped.

“Come right in, I’ve seen worse, I can help you with your curse.” Zecora said smiling.

Wingnut stepped in and shrugged off his blanket, causing Zecora’s jaw to drop open.

“Surprising me is quite a feat. Before me I see enormous teats!” Zecora cried in shock. She ushered Wingnut to a bed.

“Lay right back and mind your junk. I do not want no stallion spunk.” Zecora said, shaking her head.

Wingnut did as he was asked, crawling into the bed, lying back, rolling over onto his back. “I think I need to be milked.” He said as the white fluid dribbled everywhere.

Zecora gently pressed a teat, causing Wingnut to hiss.

“Tell me now, just confess, what has brought you to this mess?” Zecora questioned.

“Well, first I heckled Trixie Lulamoon.” Wingnut began. “And then she cursed me. After that, I was kidnapped and used as a sextoy by a pony with both a horn and a set of wings, who violated my every orifice. And now, I am telling all of this to a zebra with a rhyming fetish.”

“If anything said is worth my time, then I must say it in a rhyme.” Zecora explained. She pressed again against a teat, causing it to spurt milk. She scowled and moved off to a shelf, looking for a bottle. After several minutes of looking, she returned and sprinkled some upon a teat, waiting.

“Trixie’s spell was well rehearsed, but I think I can cure you of this curse.” Zecora said, still frowning.

She went and fetched another bottle, muttering to herself. She grabbed a second bottle, and then a third, and began mixing them up in a mortar, crushing the contents with a pestle. She scooped some up with a spoon and carried in her teeth, shaking some on a teat. It turned purple when it contacted the milk. Zecora made a face like she was sucking a lemon.

“There is a complication with this hex… I did not factor alicorn sex.” The zebra sighed, moving back to her collection of bottles. She began to rummage around, now in a very bad mood. “It was crude and rather crass... for an alicorn to rape your ass.”

Wingnut choked.

Zecora spent nearly a half an hour mixing up a concoction before trotting over and pouring the contents over the enormous teats. There was a painful burning sensation which made Wingnut whimper, and then nothing happened.

“My strongest brew of manticore spit, and it did not do jack nor shit.” Zecora swore.

She went back over to her workspace and went to work on another brew. This one didn’t take long. It was a simple mixture. She returned and poured some on Wingnut’s tongue. It turned blue. Zecora frowned and said nothing. She went over to a chair and sat down, rubbing her head with her hoof.

“What’s wrong?’ Wingnut whimpered.

“You should keep your teats, they’ll play a role, very soon you’ll have a foal.” Zecora said, defeated.

“How..?” Wingnut cried.

“The little hole from which you piss, will soon experience some birthing bliss.” Zecora said, shaking her head sadly.

Wingnut’s scream was heard all the way to Ponyville as he passed out.

The end. For now. We’ll see.

Author's Note

Whelp, that was fun. Was it good for you?

Want a sequel? I might be motivated under the proper conditions.