You lazily roll on some hard, flat surface and try to remember where you are. You had been walking through the forest. With a little effort, you recall being sent to recover a rare flower that only grew in the Everfree Forest. The details are still hazy, but at least you have a grasp of where you are.
At least, where you had been when you lost consciousness. Where you are now is still a mystery. Worrying you further, you can feel a bag over your head.
Opening your eyes confirms the dreaded fact. The bag blocks most of your view, but you can still make out the movement of someone or something in front of you.
You try to speak, but your throat is hoarse and sore. All you can manage is a rasped whisper. The small noise makes whatever is moving around you stop.
“Ah, I see you are awake. To ease your pain, try not to shake,” the stranger rhymes.
Before you can question the warning, you become aware of a dull pain in your wrists. Tugging at their place in front of you, you discover that they’re bound with thick ropes. A quick movement of your legs reveals that your ankles and knees have the same fate. The movements also show that you’re wearing nothing more than your underwear.
With the situation growing more threatening frightening by the second, your heart begins to race. You force yourself to try and calm down, to think of a way out. However, nothing appears possible. Resigning to wait for an opportunity to open, you close your eyes to try and relax.
Suddenly, you feel a hand on your bare thigh. “Do not be afraid. All I want is to be paid,” the feminine voice coos.
Not knowing what she means, your mind races with the worst of outcomes. Opening your mouth again, you try to speak. “Wuh...what?” you manage to whisper.
The hand lifts off of your thigh and glides up to the bag over your head. Sliding underneath it, you feel her fingers brush against your ear. The delicate touch makes your exposed skin crawl as it lightly teases you.
“You appear to be quite scared, but the worse fate, you’ve been spared,” she assures you. Something tells you to trust her despite the obvious kidnapping and ominous payment you’re supposed to give her.
Regardless, you try not to move too much in case she thinks you’re trying to escape. After a while, she removes her hand from your ear and rests it on your shoulder.
“All will be fine, if given good time,” she says before pushing you onto your back.
At first, you want to fight back, but reconsider. You remember that she has, so far, said only calming phrases and reassurances. She must not have purely mal intent.
Once on your back, she presses her hand onto your stomach before lifting your bound hands above your head with the other. Connecting the binding to some hook above you, she takes her hand away and your arms can no longer move. Taking a few steps down, she does the same for the bindings on your ankles.
“Now that you are locked in place, I shall uncover your face,” she tells you before reaching up and grabbing the bottom of the sack on your head. Lifting up, your reflexively close your eyes as a blast of light hits you.
Once you can bear it, you slowly open them again. You see that the room was some kind of make-shift hut. The walls are littered with a variety of frightening tribal masks and assortments of herbs and animal parts. Whoever this woman is, she clearly isn’t the civilised kind of kidnapper.
“Who--” you try to speak again but start coughing instead. The woman chides you before retrieving a shallow bowl filled with a green liquid and bringing it towards you. “Drink this potion, in one motion,” she instructs as she lifts the bowl to your lips.
Despite some of the potion having spilled over the side of your face, a majority of it gets in. It has an oddly slimy texture to it and tastes vaguely like grass. As it passes down your throat, however, it refreshes your sore esophagus.
Pulling it away, she looks down as you give a few coughs from the sudden clearing of your throat. “I saw your throat was sore, to cure it drink some more,” she says with apparent care.
You swallow one last time before squinting up at your captor. She’s smeared with white paint in various swirls and spike across her smooth black skin. Her deep cyan eyes gaze back into yours for a moment before turning across your body.
With some difficulty, you manage to lift your head to watch as her hand moves down your torso until it reaches your stomach. She starts to push and massage at this spot, pressing the air out of your body. “Ah! What’re you doing?” you ask with your newly healed throat.
“I must make sure your fine, before I can take what is mine,” she replies without lifting her head.
“What’s yours?” you ask, dreading the answer. In response, the stranger looks at you with a soft smile before returning to her work. The ominous answer and strength of her fingers makes you squirm against the bindings.
After a while she stops and the burning in your wrists and ankles makes you wince as the pain catches up to you. As you try to ignore the feeling, she reaches up and caresses your cheek, making your eyes snap open.
“Since I see you are healthy, there’s no need to be stealthy,” she informs you before having one hand slide towards your underwear. Her fingers reach the brim on the side of your right thigh before pulling them down. “The payment I seek, is simple and meek,” she assures you as she finishes one side and pulls down the other side as well.
Now exposed to the air, you feel her hand rest onto your length and begin to lightly stroke it. “W-what are you doing?” You finally ask after having the words stuck in your throat. The room feels odd and your muscles begin to relax, making you start to panic.
Soon, the panic fades and the woman chuckles. “For saving your life I shall take one thing, a few moments of fun, and the pleasure it will bring.”
You try to speak up again, but she places a finger over your lips and shushes you. As she does this, her other hand continues to massage your length with a rhythmic pace. Her fingers feel amazing and eventually get you to stiffen up. Noticing this, she moves her hands down to your sack and begins to massage it.
It feels odd for her to remain silent, but you stopped questioning it after a few minutes. Something keeps you from speaking up anymore and you feel distracted. You try to ask her what was in the drink she gave you, but she silences you again and again.
Now fully erect, she moves her hand back up to your shaft and starts to stroke it at a fast pace. The sensation sends waves of pleasure across your skin, making goose bumps rise on your arms and legs. Soon, you begin bucking your hips as best you can to aid her efforts. She starts to work the head more and more, lengthening each stroke over time.
Feeling yourself about to cum, you buck once more and prepare to let the load loose. Just as you do, the woman removes her hand and presses your stomach back down onto the table. You gasp and wince from the denial of relief as she lets out a deep chuckle.
“Not quite yet, but do not fret. With Zecora here, you’ve nothing to fear,” she assures you as you catch your breath. You gather her name must be Zecora from the last part, though you’ve never heard of such a strange name.
Opening your eyes, you see Zecora start to strip off her clothes. She’s wearing simple pieces of linen and bracelets of fur and leather. On her ears are a series of jingling gold rings which make small ringing noises as they clash together.
She begins by removing the band of cloth that hid her ample chest. Her breasts are around the size of grapefruits, and clearly had never had a bra on them. Zecora smiles as she watches you stare at her stripping, before turning around and bending over.
Once there, she pulls the linen skirt she wears down over her ass. As she pulls it down, she sticks out her ass to make it more visible. You watch in silence as she wiggles her ass, stepping out of the skirt and straightening up again.
Turning to face you, she places a hand on her hip and puts on a smirk. “I’ll take your silence as a sign, that you enjoy this body of mine,” she says as she approaches you.
With an almost unnatural agility, she moves over the table and lands above you. She’s straddling you with her knees slightly higher than your hips. Lifting your head, you’re able see her crotch hover above your stiff erection.
After a few seconds of staring you feel Zecora pressing you back onto the table with her hand. She lowers herself until she’s inches above your face, her large smile filling your vision. Once again, she starts chuckling before pressing a hand to the side of your face.
Lifting herself back up, she takes one of your hands into both of hers and raises it towards her chest. She presses it against the warm flesh, making you realize how cold your hands had become. Zecora shudders from the cool touch and takes her hands away, pressing them on the table.
Pushing up on her knees, she moves one hand back and grasps your erection, guiding it to her entrance. She rubs the tip against her hole, teasing you for a moment. Reflexively, you start to squeeze her chest from the restricted pleasure.
Lowering herself down to give you a better grip, she stops to admire your subdued state. Evidently deciding not to waste any more time, she drops her hips down until the head of your shaft goes inside her. Her breath pauses for a moment and she lets out a small coo as you squeeze your jaw tight.
Gyrating her hips, she works herself further down your shaft. The waves of pleasure hit you as her walls tightly squeeze against you. Each little moment makes you twitch against your bindings. The hand which was slack against the binding of your groping one comes to life and joins in with the other.
Zecora stops her descent down your shaft and grabs the binding on your wrists. She pushes you tighter to her chest and starts to lift her hips again. Stopping once she gets to the head of your shaft, she goes down once more. Repeating this pattern, she developed a slow rhythm as she bounces on your shaft.
It‘s quickly becoming too much too handle and your hands squeezed tighter against her breast. She thrusts her hips as you do your best to buck into her. You close your eyes as she starts to moan and whisper breathlessly in some foreign tongue.
Just as you feel yourself start to finish, Zecora pulls herself off of you. You gasp from the lack of release and groan in discomfort. Moving up your body on her knees, Zecora lets loose another chuckle, this one strained for breath.
“Do not worry my eager friend, for that was far from the end,” she says as she swivels around your head. Her pussy hangs over your face, swaying side to side as she adjusts herself. The pink folds have a stark contrast from the dark color of the skin around it.
While distracted by the sight of her wet slit, you feel her tongue drag itself up from the base of your shaft to the tip. It was only the tip of her tongue, but the wet surface teases you to no end and makes your head dizzy.
“Between my lips your shaft will be, as long as you can service me,” she tells you before wiggling her ass some. You nod your head to yourself, unable to verbalize your acceptance.
As she presses her lips to your head, you lift your head and stick your tongue out to her pussy. She makes a small gasp as your tongue hits her, but recovers quickly and kisses the head of your member. The delicate touch of her lips makes your erection twitch in anticipation of your coming release.
Having to strain to reach it, you frantically lap at her pussy as she moves side to side. Zecora begins to giggle while mixing it with moans once more. After pausing to bask in the pleasure you gave her, she returns to teasing your shaft with soft kisses. Soon after, she becomes more eager and starts to suck on the end, swirling her tongue around it.
Strong bursts of hot air shoot from your nose as you continue to frantically lick at her pussy. The taste was neither good nor bad, but the scent drives you wild and you feel compelled to have her finish you off. She softly sucks at the head of your erection, driving you closer to finishing each time.
Eventually, it becomes too much and you drop your head against the table hard. The sting of pain was hardly noticeable as you open your mouth for the first time in what felt like forever. “I’m gonna--!” you start saying before Zecora drops her pussy over your face.
“To be, from your binds, parted, you must finish what you started,” she says. You can barely hear her through her surprisingly strong thighs, but still understand. Struggling to find breath, you resume licking her, this time far more focused than before. You press against her clit with the tip before dragging it slowly in a zigzag pattern down the rest of her lips.
She starts to grind her hips over your face, aiding in your efforts to please her. Eventually, you can hear her moan and softly chant with her right cheek pressed against your erection. You feel strained to burst as her words shake and vibrate against your shaft.
Eventually, she lets out a cry of pleasure and you feel more juices flow over the sides of your lips. Her thighs tighten against the sides of your head and you accidentally bite down on your tongue from the shock.
Zecora eventually loses her orgasm and relaxes her body once more. After she does, her mouth slowly lowers over your shaft and her hand lazily strokes you while the other massages your balls. The pent up feeling makes you cum far quicker than you normally would from the move. Shot after shot of cum blasts into her mouth and she hungrily swallows down each load before sucking your shaft to make sure you were dry.
Pulling away with a pop, she licks her lips while continuing to stroke you off. “You’ve done well and paid the price, and I must say it was quite nice,” she comments as she lifts her pussy off of your face. “Your journey will not be without reward, in your pocket, it will be stored,” she says, climbing off of you.
“Re...reward?” you say, struggling to think clearly as you rapidly grow tired. You remember the drink she gave you and realize that must be what is making you pass out.
“You’ve been here less than an hour, but yet you’ve forgotten about the flower?” she asks you, walking back with a strangely colorful plant in her hands.
Placing the flower in your chest pocket, she begins to untie your weakened limbs as your eyes flutter. It becomes harder and harder to stay awake, but you manage to open your mouth again to lazily ask a final question. “Wh... why?”
She laughs one last time before bringing her face closely over yours. “You’ve finished your quest, now lay back and rest,” she says before leaning in to kiss you. The second her lips touch yours, you close your eyes and slip into sleep.
Epilogue:
The next moment, you find yourself waking up propped against a tree wearing your gear once more. “Was it all a dream?” you ask yourself out loud. Thinking back for a moment, you pat your chest pocket delicately and feel a slight difference in it. Looking inside, you find a flower exactly like the picture you’d been shown before coming here.
You look back deeper into the forest for a moment before glancing down at the flower again. Checking for any missing petals, you notice a thin piece of paper inside the same pocket. Opening it up, you read the swirling handwriting. “Even though your mission’s done, come back if you want some fun.” Closing the note, you cock an eyebrow and look back into the woods one last time.
You start your pathway home, but take careful note of the way you were taking in case you need to travel along the same path again sometime. Perhaps when you weren’t on a dangerous mission. Perhaps you’ll bring some condoms along as well.
