Another Day in Zanzebra

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.