Once you start something...
Ah, the beach. Some people love it, some people can’t stand it. You’ll find me in the former crowd. I may not be able to feel temperature as well as others, on account of the fact that I’m a freakin’ dragon, but the sun feels just amazing on my scales. I’m not the impatient little scab I used to be, so it’s easy for me to appreciate the simple pleasure of relaxing in front of the afternoon sun and gorgeous blue waves, simply forgetting that time exists. ...Or some such prose.
Of course, it’s easier for me to appreciate such a gorgeous view when another one sits just behind me, applying lotion to her coat. I don’t get why Zecora insists on doing that. She looks stunning enough already, what with her exotic stripes hugging her curvaceous, muscular limbs, her tall, healthy stature and a long white mane that compliments her perfectly, even in its unkempt state.
So, yeah, I’m torn between gazing at the beauty of nature or the one-piece swimsuit clad zebra who asked me out to this spot. The thing is, though, Zecora is one of the chillest, mellowest, most go-with-the-flow people I’ve ever met. I can’t imagine her being angry at anything. I doubt she would hold anything against me no matter what I do. Within reason, of course.
I decide to join Zecora by the collection of palm trees further up the beach. I take a seat next to her. She acknowledges me with a simple nod, returning to her lotion. She’s working on her leg, stretching it out to its absolute limit along the sand. Given how small her swimsuit is, covering only her front and back, I’m treated to an uncensored view of her side. I can see every single stripe along her leg, all the way up to her luscious hips. Her muscles shine in the sunlight; that must be because of the lotion, along with a little bit of sweat.
Dude, when you fight forest monsters daily, you freakin’ earn a body like that. She’s a Celestia-damned amazon! It would only make sense to show her how much I appreciate somepony as gorgeous as her taking interest in me.
She seems to be having difficulty reaching her back with the lotion. That’s my cue to step in, picking up the tube of lotion and squirting a dabble into my hand. After a lather, I slip behind Zecora and rub her shoulderblades. She doesn’t have any complaints, turning her head my way and flashing a smile. Her eyelids are somewhat lowered. She’s implying something, I just know it. I’ll have to respond to that, after I take care of this.
Her swimsuit is getting in the way, and I know she doesn’t want an uneven coat. I hook the cloth in my claws and give it a warning tug. With no objection from Zecora, I’m free to slide the swimsuit off of her shoulders. I see her arms quickly fly to her breasts and cup them tight. While I have to sigh in disappointment, Zecora acting even the slightest bit prudish is actually pretty adorable. Even so, she doesn’t have to worry about a thing. It’s not like there’s anypony else around.
Zecora’s torso, much like the rest of her body, is thick. It’s large in all the healthiest ways. As such, I spend more than a few minutes applying the lotion to every inch of her muscular behind. Just touching this mighty specimen of a zebra is a wonder. A lesser pony could spend their entire life eating the finest hay and they wouldn’t have such smooth, touchable fur. Zecora is quite a bit fluffier than most, but she still glistens once I’ve covered her.
Yet, I’m not just gonna walk away from this without having a little fun… See, Zecora and I have a bit of a special relationship. To say we’re close is a bit of an understatement; it’s only because of her that I’m the dragon I am today. It’s been years since I escaped the tragedy that is dragon puberty, thanks to her, but even then, she’s always been there for me as a mentor, among other things. The other things make it okay for me to squeeze Zecora’s delicious ass with my lotion-soaked claws. Again, thick, but that’s what makes it wonderful.
Zecora responds exactly how I’d expect her to; a chuckle of amusement, without any surprise, a very, very slight blush, and a turn of her head to show me her smile. My claws keep gripping her firm cheeks while I move forward. The front of my body almost perfectly lines up with her back. I can feel her sweat on my scales… it’s weird. But that won’t stop me from resting my chin on her shoulder. Ooh, she must have showered just before we left the cabin. Her hair has a scent of mangoes. And here I thought the moment couldn’t be any more complete.
I kiss her. It’s nothing major, just a little press on her cheek. I seriously love mashing lips and tongue with Zecora, but that’ll have to wait. This moment should last a while. A fondle and a kiss are as far as I want to go right now.
As Zecora readjusts her swimsuit, I scoot away, taking a seat next to her and our basket of chow. Aside from a few Ponyville delicacies (Meaning chips and dip, along with some banana cream pie), most of the food we brought amounts to Zanzebran fruit. I could go for a cherry; Zanzebra natives somehow managed to make ‘em grow without pits, and now I can’t get enough.
After eating the cherry, I successfully twist the stem into a knot with my tongue. Zecora looks impressed, but it’s no big deal. I spit the stem out and go for another cherry, but I’m stopped when I feel a familiar hand brushing one of my wings. Zecora has reached around my back, and she’s beckoning for me to come close again. I comply, letting her hold my arm and bring it behind her neck. She pretty much has me locked, so all I can do is stretch out my neck and kiss her again.
Her lips feel like decades of experience in all the sensual things of the world, and her tongue… I’ll never get tired of its strength. She easily overpowers my thin, forked appendage and moistens my lips, making her way inside my mouth to share her saliva with me. I can taste hints of watermelon in her fluids.
Our kiss ends, unfortunately, but the fruity aftertaste gives me an idea. I don’t take my eyes of Zecora for a second while I reach for the basket, grabbing a small container of strawberries. I’ve always had a fondness for these ones; they remind me of rubies, only not as spicy. Zecora knows what to do immediately. She opens the container just as I set it down, picking out one of the strawberries. She presses it to my lips. As she drags the ripe fruit around my mouth, I let out an unwarranted moan, just to complete the image. My tongue wraps around the strawberry and slowly takes it in. I chew and swallow quickly, to avoid spoiling the sexy image.
I do the same to Zecora, rotating a strawberry around her large, smooth lips. Her expression is peacefully lusty, to put it simple; her eyes are closed and her mouth is opened the perfect amount. If I didn’t know how to restrain myself, I’d just smother her in kisses and pin her on the spot.
Eh, what the hell.
My lips slam into Zecora’s muzzle. I can feel her let out a small shocked noise as she falls, but I quickly muffle her with my tongue. Now she lies down, her back on the soft sand, and me, her dragon, on top of her, lavishing her with affection. Aren’t I a gentledrake? She certainly seems to think so, putting on a smile as I pull my face away from hers.
Her hands touch mine. Like I’m some sort of puppet, she moves my arms away from my sides until they’re held outward, hovering just above her hell-oooo! I clench my claws, getting a handful of Zecora’s slick, smooth, silky breasts. Age hasn’t spoiled their beauty in the slightest, nor has it done anything to harm their perkiness. I could knead and squeeze these babies for hours. But I wouldn’t want to waste Zecora’s precious time.
I see that little blush of hers intensify when I move my hips, mashing my pelvis against hers. There’s no way she can’t feel it. I know exactly why I’ve got this erection, and I’m sure Zecora knows too. She doesn’t even blink when I grab the edges of my swim trunks and pull ‘em down. They still hang around my upper legs, but it’s enough to comfortably present my stiff draconic pride. Hard as it is, it still sits comfortably on Zecora’s stomach.
She smiles, her eyes smoothly darting back and forth between my face and my pride. Something I haven’t figured out about her is if that smile means she’s looking forward to playing with me, or she’s still pleasantly surprised by my size.
Either way, she knows exactly what to do. All it takes is a little tug on the cloth of her swimwear to reveal her breasts in all of their glowing, buoyant glory. Nothing fake to be found here; this lady is all natural, which only makes their touch around my cock all the more pleasant.
I move my hips forward to make this easier. She obviously intends on giving me something to remember. Her arms wrap around her breasts, squeezing them tight like mounds of marshmallow. My cock is nice and snug in their grip. All that’s left to do is let Zecora stroke me with her special gifts.
I help her out, of course, meeting her halfway with gradual thrusts. As I feel myself stiffen and my arousal intensify, Zecora only sweetens the deal with little licks at the very tip. That encourages me to keep thrusting into her cleavage. I couldn’t be harder at this point. Whether it’s because of Zecora’s natural beauty, her experience in all things sexual, her sultry gaze, or I’ve just been struck by Zanzebra’s erotic aura, there’s nothing stopping me from riding this out.
Well, except for one thing. It would be very rude to blow my load right into Zecora’s face, wouldn’t it? Ruin her sunbathing? Nah, I’m better than that. Instead, I roll off of her and lay back down on the sand. I kick off my trunks, leaving my body fully exposed. I should count myself even luckier that clothing is optional on Zanzebra’s beaches.
It’s hard for me to keep control over my right arm. I can’t help but touch myself at the sight of Zecora’s naked body. The grin I wear is both naughty and a little meek, but Zecora seems flattered nonetheless. She crawls over to me, leaving the remainder of her swimsuit behind. We kiss once again, her hands fondling my chest and my free arm reaching around her to grip her gorgeous ass.
Her hand wraps around my shaft. I mentally prepare myself for the wondrous thing that is a handjob from Zecora. She’s gentle, yet firm, and she knows when and where to touch me. She has pleasure down to a sweet science. Repeated light strokes from her cupped hand, a gentle rub of my testicles, and the occasional touch of her palm. A perfect combination that keeps me rigid.
Everything about this can be summed up in one word: wet. Our lips and tongues are wet with each other’s shared saliva. Her wonderful taste fills my mouth every time she presses her open mouth against mine. My cock is wet with precum, which Zecora caught in her hand and decided to use as lube to further pleasure me. As my claws grip lower and lower on Zecora’s rump, I start to feel the bare skin around her wet pussy. She is aroused something fierce.
It’s a tempting thought. What if we were to do it right here? Just let our nethers touch, then merge together, and we just keep thrusting at each other until we’re crying out sweet nothings, our fur gripped with uneven mixes of translucent bodily fluids? My fantasy is about to become a reality, since the very tip of my penis is grazing her vulva. She’s peering at me with her fuck-me-until-I’m-dry eyes. Our pelvises are thrusting in unison…
Zecora looks behind her and gasps. She immediately turns my way and throws herself onto me, closing her legs. I do the same, even though I don’t really know what’s going on. It’s hard to get my bearings when half of my head just ended up landing in hot sand. In any case, I just let Zecora hold me tight and still.
I look over her shoulder to see what all the fuss is about. A few surfer dudes and their accompanying babes are passing by, laughing about some unheard joke. They don’t seem to pay us any mind, though I think that would be a different story if Zecora and I were actually living out what I had in my head. I suppose I can kiss that fantasy goodbye. This part of the beach isn’t as private as we thought.
But, hey, what’s a temporary delay in this heated encounter? We can always move to a more stable, secluded location. Though, I do dread the little time I won’t be seeing Zecora naked. But she does have to cover up her moist self somehow. Then again… so do I.
Zecora’s island hut, as per the norm, isn’t too far off from her home back in Equestria, with her tribal plants, masks and drapery scattered all over the place, but the tropical portraits and wooded walls give it a much more romantic vibe. I find my body relaxing just looking at the magenta paint of one of those decorative masks. It’s giving me the bedroom eyes. Zecora told me that, in her homeland, it symbolizes fertility and the welcoming of new species into one’s family. That’s hot.
I’ve taken a seat at the edge of Zecora’s bed, having already kicked off my swim trunks. We’re all alone now, so I had no excuse to contain my massive rager for much longer. It’s Zecora’s fault for being so damn sensual all the time. She so much as breathes next to me and I pick up the scent of raw sexual desire coming off of her luscious lips, but I also sense comfort and a perpetual belief that everything is gonna be okay. That’s why I love spending time with her. She’s a constant comfort to me.
So, as she steps out of the powder room, wearing a black, silk robe and having straightened out her hair, I’m the one who makes the first move. It’s debatable what I’m supposed to do. Grab a clawful of breast and squeeze her until her nipples go stiff? Should I kiss her? Spank her sizeable ass? No, I just… hug her.
As if there’s some sort of rock ballad playing over the sounds of rustling leaves and ocean waves, we hold each other and slowly step in a circle. My back is facing the bed, so I suppose she wants to be on top, just like where we left off. Fair enough, but what do we do about this robe?
I lower my eyelids and point to her, rotating my claw around. She gets the message. She turns on her hoof so I can see that gorgeous ass. Even through the fabric robe, it can’t be contained. I want to spank that thing until it’s black and white and red all over. At least, I would, but I don’t want to ruin Zecora’s grooming. So, instead, I press up against her back, pull her robe away and give her breasts a reacharound. I massage those meaty orbs, letting my claws sink in and absorb their warmth.
Zecora removes her sash, undoing her robe’s power of censorship and exposing her entire bare front. I assist in this little removal, grabbing the edges of her robe and pulling it off of her. When the sleeves are removed from the majority of her arms, she lets the robe fall to her hooves.
I press up against her again, embracing her naked torso. My cock is mashed between my pelvis and the upper ridge of her rump, absolutely throbbing. She can feel it too. A dragon’s greed isn’t something that can be easily sated. She knows I need this.
A turn of her body, a push, and the sound of a cushion compressing against my weight. My head hits the pillow, so I’m spared a headache. Zecora crawls onto the bed, staring me down tantalizingly. Oh, she wants me too. So this isn’t just an indulgence.
Now, I don’t like to boast about my physique, but I’m doing alright. Zecora? Well, I have skinny lizard legs compared to her meaty beauties. Those legs of hers straddle me, bringing a firm ass along with them. Zecora stops crawling just before her nethers touch my erection. With her arms out to each side of me, she easily asserts her control over me. This is gonna be hers.
Just to ensure I’m beyond full mast, she licks her fingers and gives my shaft a good stroke, followed by a few more. Celestia almighty, I can’t get any harder, but I don’t want to cum anywhere but in the embrace of Zecora’s warm insides. As if can read my mind, she raises herself over my cock and lets herself fall.
Aside from an intensifying blush, I hardly see any change in expression. She just smirks down at me with a quiet chuckle, then begins to thrust her hips. She grounds me into the bed even further with every pass, and she does it with absolute precision. Her inner walls never miss a beat, stroking me where it counts, taking in all of me, from the tip to the base. Zecora’s walls are used to my cock by now, which only makes it all the better; she knows exactly what makes me tick.
Another advantage to Zecora’s strong body is her ability to dedicate her hips and legs to pleasuring me while the rest of her pretty self can take care of other matters. For instance, laying her torso along mine, presenting her breasts to my beak. I can take a hint. I close my lips around her nipples, which is no easy feat; zebras have pretty big areolas. Thankfully, I have a pretty big mouth. I suck and lick away at these erect beauties. It’s only when I ever so slightly bite down that Zecora starts moaning through her teeth. My claws help make her louder with every squeeze. This time, I’m not just teasing.
Zecora rises up again. Her hips have just been moving on their own this whole time, going at a steady pace to build me up. But that’s good enough for now, she decides. She lifts herself off of me and resumes her crawling position. She joins me by the pillows, relaxing her head as she lets out a few recovering breaths. Of course, she’s still smiling, but only for a little while, since I interrupt her breather with a tender kiss.
We touch each other. We don’t exactly aim for a specific area, we just touch any place we see fit. I start off with my arms around Zecora, but then one hand finds itself grabbing her fine ass while the other rubs her beefy arm and shoulder. She, however, is a bit more forward. In addition to my ass, she also has taken fondly to my muscles, particularly my pecs, which she fondles with great affection. And, of course, she loves to touch my dick, which is still hard as diamond, only now wrapped in Zecora’s fluids. She is gonna be thirsty tonight.
I think it’s about time that I took charge. I lift myself over Zecora. I’m still a bit of a runt compared to her, a fact that I’ve grown used to, but I wouldn’t want her any other way. With my neck and chin resting on the curve of her bosom, I reach down. I touch her belly, tracing a circle there, then give a slow rub to her pelvis. When I hear her let out the smallest, softest moan, I finally appease her; I slip my middle digits into her slit.
My claws are experienced in exploring a mare’s insides. Zecora may be big, and she may be well-versed in the art of sex, but somehow she’s remained very snug over her years of seducing young males such as myself. I can still feel the juices left over from her little ride. Being able to feel her insides like this, I’m able to tell whether or not she’s close to a climax. Much to my surprise, she is; I can tell by the way her legs quiver, not to mention her clit is quite swollen. Already, huh? Normally, I have to work for this, but it seems I caught her in a good mood.
I slide my hands along the insides of her legs. As I give a gentle push, prompting her to spread ‘em wide, I get a good feel of the tough muscle built into every inch beneath this fine white and black coat. This is why Zecora is unlike any mare in Equestria. She could crush a manticore’s skull with these thighs without breaking a sweat, and look damn good doing it. Hell, she looks damn good now. Lying down, prone, wanting me, but still having an aura of dominance.
Celestia forgive my language, but I am so fucking hard right now.
I lay myself over Zecora once again, squishing her breasts against my pecs, and kiss her. This time, it’s a little less of a tender, romantic kiss, and more of a wild, lust driven mish-mash of lips, tongues and saliva. I only have time to catch my breath for, like, half a second before I’m pulled back in again.
I’m prepared to get inside Zecora again, but it seems she’s just a little more eager than I am. One of her hands is on the back of my head. The other, it’s rapidly traveling down my back. She traces her digits along my spine, just to make my scales crawl. She fondles my rump (Ah, nice. Wasn’t feeling too good about my ass today), squeezes my leg, and then pulls on me, bringing the head of my cock up to the sweet, wet nectar of her open slit.
There’s no pause in my motion after I enter her and she relinquishes control over me. I start pushing into her right away. To please this mighty mountain of a mare, I know I have to put my whole body into it. Just using my hips isn’t going to be enough. My claws dig into the sheets on both sides of Zecora’s head, giving me a perfect weight for the rest of my body to push forward. With all my might, I start thrusting.
Yeah, she’s blushing, and her lips are starting to part for the tiniest of moans. That’s not gonna be enough, though. Zecora can’t be pleased with just some dude going to town on her goods. I gotta work for her orgasm. As such, my only free appendage goes to work on making her feel wonderful. While I continue to appease her with my cock, my tongue lathers her areola in saliva before I pinch the large, erect nipple with my beak.
Now we’re talking. Zecora’s legs shift, her hooves scraping against the bed’s multi-colored comforter. Her moans are deep and womanly, as per the norm, but that’s the best kind of moaning; it’s hers.
My naughty reptilian tongue has an idea. I move away from Zecora’s delicious tits and travel upward in a long, extended lick, until I reach her neck. I trace a few circles into her fur and firmly chomp down.
She cries out for me, immediately throwing her arms around me and clasping my sides. I’m caught in a deadlock between the vice grip of her arms and the warmth of her body. Her body is like a wave, rising and falling, coming to a peak at her nethers. I meet her nethers every time she reaches that peak and thrust my entire length inside of her.
It’s beyond my control. That furious dragon inside of me, the one I keep under wraps? It’s coming out now. It’s a gnarly beast that Zecora taught me how to use to my advantage. It takes over my body, causing me to move without effort, with no hesitation between my thrusts, my licks, my loving bites of Zecora’s thick neck. It’s like I know exactly what I need to do to satisfy her every carnal need.
That’s what I like to think, anyway.
Zecora’s cries for satisfaction escalate, to the point where I can hear them echoing off the wooden walls of the cabin. The thought of others hearing us outside enters my head. I have a spike of lust as I imagine how hot that would be, any passersby knowing about this sort of thrill. The fact that Zecora and I are so hot for each other than we can’t hold back out wanton shouting. Me, being enthralled in the sweet grip of her insides, her being lavished with affection… How could we not shout about that?
Zecora forcefully leans her head forward to plant a desperate kiss against my open mouth. I want to tell her how beautiful she looks, despite the sweat on her face, or the mad blush taking up the natural elegance of her black and white stripes. But I can’t. I’m in too deep. The words can’t come to me. But I think Zecora is good enough to know I’m about to burst.
The last spike of pleasure explodes from my nethers all the way throughout my body, violating my nerves in the best way possible. It’s like my brain just shut off for a split-second, only to come back to a world of rampant waves of orgasmic glee coursing through me.
Just as I thought, Zecora knows. That vice grip of hers grows even tighter, forcing my neck to interlock with hers and bringing my body in closer. I’m as deep inside of her as I’ve ever been. I can feel my cock fluctuating, pumping waves of my seed into her. I lose track of how long these waves go on for. But why should I care? All that matters is how wonderful they feel… Actually, scratch that. I care more about how wonderful Zecora feels.
By the equal amounts of passion and exhaustion in the kiss she places on my cheek, I’d say I’ve done pretty well.
I roll off of Zecora, realizing that in all of the excitement and carnal mayhem, I had forgotten to actually breathe. I let a big one out, creating a slight ember that burns out just as quickly as it appears. I look over at Zecora, who is letting out a few visibly labored breaths. She looks so peaceful, all things considered. Looking along her body, I can see plenty of sweat illuminated by the sun peeking through the windows. Her legs are drenched with white liquid, twitching with every breath she makes.
It’s a wonder that she’s even able to get up, but she manages anyway, sitting up and getting off of the bed. She strolls around and kneels down to me, placing another kiss on my forehead, then to my lips, cupping my cheeks as she does so. She then saunters over to the washroom, occasionally giving me lusty gazes.
Yeah, I’m good.
A few minutes pass as I recover from what just happened. My body feels light, in that I can’t feel much, but also heavy, in that I can barely bring myself to move. I must have overexerted myself. I’ll probably need a way to cool off, or at least wash all this fatigue away.
When I hear the attractive noise of the shower, along with Zecora singing in her native tongue, I know what I have to do.
It takes a lot more effort than it should to get out of bed and walk into the washroom, where more tropically themed decor awaits. I don’t have the time or patience to look at it all, though. My only interests lie in what’s beyond the floral patterned curtain. I pull it aside and step into the shower, where a healthy dose of cool water washes over me.
I look over and see Zecora. She certainly recovered faster than I did. I can’t see any hesitation or weakness in any of her body washing. She notices me and offers a smile, along with her bar of mango scented soap. I take it immediately.
Before I go to work on myself, though, I step over to Zecora and wrap my arms around her. She does the same for me, closing her eyes and nuzzling her cheek against mine.
This was a good day.
