Domesticating These Human Boys, Falling At My Hooves Like Toys

“A-ha!” says a feminine voice from inside the hut. You blink, experiencing a sudden flash. She’s apparently got something going on in there, something that looks like making a miniature sun, and you care barely see.

You step forwards, not knowing what on earth to expect. You abruptly feel a strong, muscular hoof curling around your back. Before you can even think, you find yourself swung through the air and tossed onto a long, comfortable bamboo chair.

“I see that you need time yet to magically recover. As a rampaging monster, you threw those ponies under cover.”

“Sure,” you mutter. “Zecora, that’s you, right?”

“Here I am. Your special pony madam,” she replies. You take in her amazing accent, a bouncy rhyme going through all of her words. Just hearing her makes you want to smile, somehow. “I hope that you enjoy your stay. Please, lean back and relax without delay.”

You blink, rubbing your eyes with your hands. You flop over along the bamboo chair as you gaze out, and you spy one of the most unique creatures that you’ve ever seen. Your eyes go up from Zecora’s taught, strong hooves across her dark and light grey striped back up to her neck. She has such an odd gold piece on, looking as if these rings had stretched her neck out even though you know it has to be for decoration. You gaze upon the pony’s wonderful face.

She has an exotic looking Mohawk mane, hair alternating between bright white and light grey. Gigantic golden earrings hang from her ears, perking up as she sees you staring. You blush. What on earth is she going on about? Is she going to tie me down to ‘fix’ me, or what?

“Yes, that was a weird spell. I guess I rampaged through the city like Spike did.” You feel sheepish about the whole thing. Still, you keep getting distracted. Zecora’s big tail, striped just like the rest of her, wiggles about as she walks closer.

“You did not hurt a thing with intention. All that was needed was our friend’s intervention. After your accidental mishap, you crumped onto Twilight. She carried you here, holding you close, without a fight.”

Magic doesn’t work on humans. Thus, the pony had to have carried you on her back, just like a work-horse back on Earth. I guess Twilight does like me after all. She just feels so stressed that she can’t show it. Zecora steps over besides a long, dark brown table besides you. You can’t help but gaze right at her pretty face, especially her beautiful snout and big, caring teal-colored eyes. Everything about her seems so wonderfully exotic.

“So, this place is… where…” You don’t want to say ‘where I’ll get fixed’. You don’t want to think about anything but having a nice glass of tea with Zecora and maybe chatting her up. Who knows? I might even have a chance with her.

You both have so much in common. Isolated. Kept away from your own kind. Liked by so many ponies but also distrusted by so many others. You make a small, wistful sigh. Your ways and habits are totally misunderstood, given the different cultures.

“My friends and I built this place for a cared, welcome guest. Now that you’re here in comfort, you must say ‘yes’.”

“I was told I didn’t have a choice coming here,” you reply, a cold chill going over your face.

Zecora puts on a very coy expression, and she turns around. You glace back around behind you. The inside of the guest house seems more or less like what you’d see in a Best Western or Doubletree, despite the odd location. You see rustic-looking tables around tall dresses and ornate lamps. The occasional bamboo chair or bamboo strut in the wall stand out a little. In all, you feel so safe, secure, and comfortable.

That’s exactly what they do to dogs, hamsters, and the rest, right? They get all buttered up and treated nice just before they get ‘fixed’. Then, along comes the nurse with the steel clippers. You shudder, feeling your mouth going dry.

“I know that something is the matter, causing you such worry my dear. And I’ll be helping to treat it, just like you guessed, so don’t fear.”

I didn’t ‘guess’. I was forced to come here. You glance around at the blinds, all shut tight so that nopony could see inside.

You gulp.

“Please, my guest, look at me. Take you worries and cares, and then set them free.”

You see Zecora holding up a cup filled with a strawberry smelling reddish-brown liquid, swirling around with sparks rippling across the top. You take a deep breath. I can’t. I can’t go down without a fight, can I? You reach out and grip the cup. Your fingers nudge up along Zecora’s hoof, and the sensation of your skin on her fur feels fantastic, sending little wisps of pleasure though you.

Well, if she wanted to drug me and do weird stuff to me as I sleep, then she already would have had Twilight do it. I was unconscious already, and Twilight woke me back up. You pick up the cup and run it along your nose. You take in a sudden, oddly smooth sort of feeling. You steel yourself, and you sip it all down. It tastes like some combination of a strawberry wine cooler and tomato soup.

“That is simply your remedy’s first part,” Zecora says, smiling as she runs her hoof over along your arm and up to your shoulder. You try not to gasp at how great it feels. “It’s meant to mend your troubled heart.”

Remedy? So this is how I’m getting ‘fixed’? You can’t even begin to think of a response. You simply shrug.

“Let me get to the most important thing,” Zecora says, spinning around and opening up a massive closet besides you. You look up and marvel at the amazing array of vials, jots, pots, pans, jars, and everything else— containing a wide variety of ingredients with all kinds of odd labels. “That most rare and valuable wrapping covered in string.”

You can hardly even breathe as your eyes come upon Zecora’s plot for the first time. Everything— her stripes, her mane, her tail, her swaying way of walking, her bouncy voice, and more— about her has made you feel so happy, but you get mesmerized as you watch her big, thick flanks move. You drink in every single curve.

Zecora turns around, holding up a small bright red bag wrapped in a long golden string. You nod your head. She slants a little to the side, giving you a nice view of her side, and you sense a sharp tingling in between your legs. You try to ignore it.

“Please, open it, ” Zecora murmurs, leaning over closer. She shifts her body against your chair, her flanks again swinging into view. “You will need it, every bit.”

You pull the string, trying to get your mind off of the tent in your pants. You have in your hand a mound of thick cream, looking a lot like chocolate pudding with red sprinkles mixed all through it. Zecora silently moves a hoof over underneath your hands, and you lock eyes with her.

“Let me help you, my guest,” she says, “I can apply the special remedy the best.”

She takes the wrapping and sets it down on a stack of pillows besides you. You watch as she leans forwards, her head lined up right above your belly. You feel so nervous.

“Zecora, I… I…”

Zecora shifts her head down, and she focuses right on the tent in your pants. She makes a passionate smile, breathing hard. Without saying a word, she leans over and bites the top of your pants, crunching the button right off.

“Oh, God!”

Zecora pulls down with her teeth, your pants sliding down your legs. She moves for your briefs next. You see her mouth watering, and you can’t stand it. It all feels like an out of body experience.

“Zecora, sweetheart, is this what ‘fixing’… what ‘fixing’ means…”

Zecora rips your briefs down off your feet. She tosses her hooves over your legs, pulling herself up on the chair with you. She slides you over to the side, making sit upright. Your throbbing hard manhood juts right up in the air. Zecora pushes forwards with a hoof, and she nudges your manhood against your plain pink t-shirt. Ripples of joy erupt across your skin.

“Zecora…”

“Your virginity has ailed you for too long. I am more than willing to right what’s wrong,” Zecora moans, reaching down and pulling up the cream-covered wrapping. She dabs it all across the tips of both her hooves, and you let out a gasp.

It turns into a full-blown scream as her hooves slide up and down your manhood. She licks the very tip as well— her hooves making these amazing spirals up and down, over and over again. Your body shakes. Your head bangs against the side of the chair. Burst upon burst of total, unbelievable pleasure go off inside you.

Zecora suddenly stops. She bucks up on her back hooves. You hear clanging sounds, and you look up to see Zecora slipping her front hooves into shackes hung from the wall. You stand up from the chair, totally confused.

Even without her touch, you still sense that weird chemical cream, loaded up with goodness knows what, shooting tingles into your manhood. You glance down, and your heart just about skips a beat. Is this… is this creamy black stuff actually making my cock longer and thicker?

“Oh, God,” you moan. You don’t know if you’re making an honest prayer of total bewilderment or just cussing, but you almost bite your lip. You just feel this amazing stretching and throbbing going between your legs.

Zecora lets out a deep breath. You gaze at her as she steps up onto the chair with her legs spread, her front hooves jangling in her shackles. She’s presented herself to you, and you can hardly keep from just losing it. You eyes lock on her smooth pink slit right in between her huge grey flanks. She swings a little bit to the side, her flesh jiggling as her soaking wet marehood drips onto the chair.

Sheer animal instinct takes over. You hop upwards, holding your throbbing manhood in your hands, and you line up right behind her. You press forwards a bit, rubbing your thing against her right flank and aiming at her cutie mark. The pleasure feels incredible.

Zecora looks back at you, making a nasty, cunning looking grin. You groan. You grind yourself up against her flanks for a few seconds more, your mind swirling. Zecora lets out a breath and licks her lips.

“Your endless lust, you cannot hide,” she moans, “hurry my dear, and stick it inside.”

You run your hands along Zecora’s back, your fingers digging into her fur. You feel her long, fluffy tail curling around your chest and tickling your chin. You slide your hips a bit to the left, quivering with anticipation, and you nudge your rod against her marehood. She doesn’t just feel totally wet. She feels totally hot, her flesh simmering against your own flesh. You already want to scream.

You move your fingers down against Zecora’s nice, plump flanks, and you squeeze. She lets out a feminine squeal, and you smile. You grit your teeth. You press forwards.

*Thrust!*

Your body shivers, wave after wave of powerful pleasure coursing through your sides. You can barely breathe as Zecora’s plot takes you in, inch by inch driving you wild, and you finally smack yourself all the way to the base. Her hot, wet marehood seems to just milk you.

She groans, turning her head in a big circle. You pant, trying your best not to blow your load inside of her right then and there. You slide back, your fingers dancing little moves against Zecora’s flanks. You feel her snug, cuddly hole contracting against your thing. You feel as if your brains will start to melt.

You slide almost completely out, and you pause. You take a deep breath, and you slam forwards. You slap against her huge, rubbery flanks. You scream.

Zecora groans and chants something indecisperable. You’ve long lost the ability to think. You simply lean back, taking in those ripples of pleasure curling up your skin, and you pump once again. Her plot bounces up against you, feeling even better the second time.

You throw your body down, one hand gripping her right flank and squeezing while your other hand grips her mane. You can’t hold back anymore. She’s yours. You slam in and out again and again, letting out something like roars. The sheer joy feels like nothing you could have ever imagined.

You feel your eyes narrowing, your senses heightening, your mouth opening up wide, and noise after noise spurting out from inside of you. You rut her with total abandonment. She whines as you grab her mane back, your sack slapping up against her plot with every thrust.

She swings her head down, drool dripping from her mouth, and your fingers grip her shoulders. You scream as you feel her snug marehood welcoming you in, clutching even tighter than before. As bursts of joy amp up more and more inside your mind, you start to shake and moan. You know you’ll erupt at any second.

“Your, ugh, hard thing can’t stand, oh—dear Celestia, any more f-fun,” Zecora mumbles, her back hooves smacking up against your legs, “So— oh, wow— feel free to c-c-cum!”

You gasp, mind overwhelmed with sheer bliss, as she somehow holds you even tighter. You dig your hips as far as you can forwards, her wonderfully huge flanks rubbing up around your thighs, and you let yourself go. Your body collapses onto Zecora’s back.

You just melt inside of her. You feel every last drop that you possibly have flowing into her hot, wet marehood. You close your eyes, and you make a torrent of moans. Your mind has seemed to turn to jelly. Stab upon stab of amazing pleasure goes through both your bodies, and you feel Zecora trembling without an ounce of control underneath you.

After what feels like a thousand years, you slid your body over to the side. Zecora pants hard, and you pant even harder. You lay down upon the chair, slamming a pillow into your face. You gaze over at your limp manhood and then over at Zecora’s flanks, thick white film dripping down along her left leg.

“Your virginity is now ‘fixed’, given the perfect cure,” Zecora says, moving up her head and biting the latches around her front flanks. Totally free, she slides her body down and props it up on top of you, her hooves rubbing up against your arms and legs. “Your seed has flowed inside of me, sticking all through my fur.”

You silently reach down and run your hands along the sides of Zecora’s face. You gaze into her pretty eyes, feeling so warm and so sheltered at the sight. She smiles.

She leans over and kisses you. Your lips lock as you both moan. Your hands shift down along her neck, pulling her closer into her embrace. Her tongue tickles all around your mouth. Your legs nudge up against her bottom hooves, your feet tickling back the tips of her hooves.

She breaks the kiss, and she smirks once again. She flips herself around on top of you, positioning her plot right above your face. You let out a deep, strong gasp. She leans down and slurps your limp manhood, her talented tongue shooting sparks of joy into you no matter how exhausted you feel. She slides her plot a few inches down, and you don’t even think twice.

You lean forwards and start slurping. You little sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss around her perfect pink folds, her flanks rubbing up against the sides of her face. You can’t imagine anything else ever tasting this good. She kisses you back between your legs, and— despite everything you’ve heard from guy after guy during his 'first time'— your manhood bursts back to life.

You stick your tongue into Zecora’s slit, slurping inside. You can’t believe her sheer heat. You feel Zecora kissing all around the sides of your shaft, your thing begging you for a second round. You lick and lick. Zecora finally moves a few inches forwards and takes your whole thing in her mouth.

You feel her teeth dancing along your manhood, her tongue slobbering all over it, and you make a groan so loud that you think Princess Celestia could hear it. It feels like fireworks going off in your mind, powerful bliss driving you crazy. You eat her out. She sucks you with total abandonment. Time doesn’t seem to mean anything, anymore.

She slides up, now playing with just your tip, and you cringe. You know that she’s got that perfect pleasure spot in her sights, ready to go right at your weak spot right at the tip of your manhood, and you take a bunch of scattered breaths. Zecora calls out, “You must erupt all over my face. Lost yourself as you give me your sweet taste.”

“Zecora!” you scream out, crying from the pure joy. She gives you one final, amazing slurp. Your thing pulses as it creams all over her. Her flanks still buried over your face, you stick your tounge out and slurp inside of her just at the same time.

She screams. You make a muffled half-scream. She pops to the side off of you. Before you know it, you find yourself gazing at Zecora as she lies down on the floor. Her orgasmic face has to be the most beautiful thing that you’ll ever seen. She licks up around her snout, your cum stickling all along her nose and cheeks. You see her own cum pooling on the floor beneath her plot.

“Zecora…” you moan.

She looks up at you, positively beaming.

“The ‘fixing’ may be over, yet I can see on your face,” you chant, “that you know it, you’ll want me back at your place.”

Zecora chuckles.

Later that day…

You knock on Twilight’s door, grinning like a total idiot. You know that ponies have looked at your odd expression with big question marks over your head, but you don’t care in the slightest. You hear a bunch of noises going off inside.
“Yeah, yeah,” Twilight grouses from inside the library.

“It’s me,” you comment. Hey, why not? “It’s Scamper.” You can get used to that name. It sounds oddly playful.

She opens the door. You try not to giggle. Twilight’s hair looks half burned and half dyed some kind of purple-ish orange. She has one a pair of sunglasses over… another pair of sunglasses. Her mad-scientist like chemical suit has odd green goop dripping down along the sides.

“So, uh,” Twilight mutters, drooping down the chemical suit and wiggling her mane around. She seems to have a sheepish expression comes over her face. “How was getting ‘fixed’ by Zecora.”

“I can freaking die happy now!” you cry out. You shiver with joy just remembering your time together. “She can stop by to Sugarcube Corner later, right?”

Twilight lets out a deep, happy moan. “Oh, praise Celestia! I was so worried. So, so worried about having Zecora be one of those ‘fixing ponies’ that’s assigned to that messy work.” Twilight rubs her head against the door frame. “I can’t tell you… guess how many humans I’ve had to ‘fix’ myself over the past month?”

“Uuhhhh…”

“It’s in the double bucking digits!” Twilight calls out, taking off one her pairs of sunglasses and throwing it at you. You clutch it in your hands. “I can’t stand it! I came home at night, and I had to sit my flanks in ice to just get… to get… over you…” Twilight groans. “You stupid kinky human adolescent males.”

“Okay,” you reply. You don’t know what your emotions are doing.

“Anyways, now that you’ve been all properly domesticated to pony life,” Twilight says, putting her suit back on properly, “please head on back to Pinkie’s place. She needs you with those latest orders.”

You nod.

The door slams in front of you. You let out a little breath, and you head on down the street. You can’t help but make a goofy smile. You finally make it to Sugarcube Corner, and you pause. You lean up against Lyra’s new jewelry store.

“In ‘the double bucking digits’, Twilight?” you ask yourself, suppressing a huge laugh.

“What was that about Twilight?” Pinkie asks, her head popping up from inside of the stacks of bushes behind you. You hardly feel surprised; you’ve gotten well used to the pink mare’s physics-defying antics by now.

“Nothing,” you reply,” just nothing.” You both head back to the kitchen.

The End