A Friend Lost to the Past

A Friend Lost to the Past

"Eeew run guys or Zecora might get you!" A small group of fillies yelled and screamed as they ran in every direction from the small black and grey zebra.

Zecora simply sighed and trudged home while everypony else regrouped to go home together. She always wondered what it was like to have a friend, what would they look like?

Would they be thin and tall or thick and small? Would they be fun and cheery or dark and dreary?

These thoughts always found their way into her mind despite her efforts to keep those false dreams from hurting her.

"Watch out!" Zecora looked up and jumped backwards just in time for a bright blue colt to zoom by on a miniature scooter.

The scooter twisted and turned until the blue pony was sent flying over the handle bars and into a nearby bush. Zecora hurried to the bush and helped him out of the now destroyed shrub.

"Are you alright? That was a hard crash you had."

"Yeah, I'm still learning so I'm used to it." The colt scratched the back of his head and laughed.

"My name's Krooked Bass, nice to meet ya'!" Zecora stared at his outstretched hoof with an open mouth.

"What's wrong? Do your people not shake hooves?"

"No! It's just... why would you want to shake hooves with me?" Nopony was ever nice to Zecora so she simply assumed nopony would ever care to greet her properly.

"Well, you seem like a nice filly and you helped me so I thought I'd show you my gratitude. It seems simple enough to me." Seeing that he was serious Zecora hesitantly touched his hoof and shook it.

"What's your name anyways?"

"Umm Z-Zecora..."

"That's a pretty name." Zecora turned to hide the blush that was growing on her cheeks when Krooked asked something she never thought she would hear.

"Hey, if you're not doing anything would you like to come play with me?" He looked down and kicked a pebble as he asked.

"S-sure! What do you want to do?"

"Well, do you want to go play at the playground?" He scratched his chin in thought.

Zecora merely nodded in a daze before being pulled onto the scooter and the next thing she knew they were buzzing down the street with the power of Krooked's small blue wings. As they rode towards the park Zecora watched the focused look on Krooked's as the wind blew his long, red, and white mane back.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the playground. To Zecora's dismay a group of rowdy filly colts sat on the swing set. They all looked her way and started trotting over to them both.

"What do you think you're doing here zebra? We don't want you damn witches around here!" Zecora shivered and stepped back behind Krooked who stood tall and looked their apparent leader in the eye.

"Cool it bro, we just want to enjoy ourselves. We won't bother anypony." The entire group laughed at him which seemed to make his muscles tense up.

"Look at this fellas! Little Miss Witch was able to brainwash somepony! Look punk, if you stay friends with her than you're no better than that damn bi-" His outburst was interrupted by a hoof to the face as Krooked tackled him to the ground and held him down with his other hoof.

"You leave Zecora alone! I don't care who you are but nopony messes with my friend!" Zecora simply stared until Krooked released the colt who scampered off with his crew in tow.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, those guys just piss me off to no end!"

"N-nopony's ever stood up for me before... Why did you do that for me?" Tears began to form in the corners of Zecora's eyes.

"I don't know, something inside me just didn't want to see you hurt..." She fell to the ground and began crying soft tears of happiness.

"Thank you..." Krooked sat down beside her and threw his arm over her shoulders.

"Don't worry about it. I promise not to let those bullies treat you that way ever again. It goes against what I believe in!"

"What is that?" Zecora sniffed while feeling curious.

"Do not judge the cover of the book..."

3 Years Later...

"Come on Zecora, if we don't hurry we won't get to see the Phoenix become reborn!" Zecora sighed and began running to catch up with a now teenage size Krooked Bass.

"Don't worry Krooked, they aren't supposed to change until dusk. We'll have plenty of time when we get there." They both stopped so Zecora could catch her breath.

"Alright, I guess we can slow down a little for you." He slowed his pace so that they were side by side.

"Thanks, sorry I'm not as athletic as you are."

"No problem, sometimes it's nice to slow down and enjoy the forest with a friend..."

He pulled an mp3 player out of his bag and turned on a gentle melody. He then turned up a pair of round, black headphones that seemed to have become his trademark accessory.

"I love this song..." Zecora moved slightly closer so that she could hear the song better.

"Yeah, it just makes you want to sit back and unwind... But that'll have to wait until we reach the forest!" Krooked smiled and began to speed up to a fast trot as they entered the dense shrubbery.

"Alright we're here!" Declared Zecora as she pulled a blanket out of her own saddlebag and laid it on the ground."

"Are you sure? I don't see the Phoenixes anywhere." Krooked began spinning around in search until Zecora stopped him in front of a particular group of trees.

Five trees each had a nest that held a small family of Phoenixes. Their bright red feathers were ruffled and falling off every second as their rebirth approached.

"It's amazing how something so sickly looking is actually a beautiful art of nature..." Zecora laid her head on Krooked's shoulder as they watched the sun set in anticipation.

Right when their was only a small sliver of sun left Krooked put another dynamic beat that seemed to flow perfectly with the scene.

The last ray of sunlight faded but was replaced with the glow of every Phoenix bursting into a dazzling display of sparks and flames.

The creatures remained where they were and waited as their remaining feathers burned away and the flames then began eating at their skin as if it was paper.

The display continued until finally all that remained was small piles of ash in every nest. Some nests had only one lump while others held groups of three or four. If Zecora didn't know better it would have been a very depressing scene.

The two ponies sat in wait until another flash of light shined throughout the entire forest as each ash pile exploded. Zecora looked up where a brand new flock of Phoenixes soared to and fro to get out any dust and stretch their reborn muscles. Each one seemed to glow with it's own light source as their dark red feathers blended with the bright yellows like the fire of a lit torch.

"It's so beautiful Krooked... Thank you for this..."

"It nothing, I wanted to see them anyways." Krooked replied bluntly.

"No, I mean thank you for everything..."

"Everything?"

"Everything you've done for me since we met. You were my first friend ever and you protected me from everything from the very beginning... Whenever somepony tried to hurt me you scared them away and we've done everything together. I'll never forget that. I think that..."

Krooked sat up straight and looked Zecora in the eye.

"I think t-that I love you!" She exclaimed and pounced on Krooked for a kiss.

He tensed up from the sudden tackle but he relaxed instantly and returned the kiss. They reluctantly broke apart for breath after around a minute.

"Zecora, I've always loved you... you don't know how much this means to me." Tears of happiness began to trickle down Zecora's cheek as she was brought in for another kiss...

"Krooked, I want you to be my first. Can you please accept my gift?"

"Of course, I wouldn't want anypony else to have it." He replied and lightly kissed Zecora's neck before slowly moving down her body.

As he did so Krooked made sure to feel every inch of Zecora's body. Her soft, smooth coat laid flat against her slim figure that curved into a large, round flank.

Muffled moans escaped through Zecora's lips as Krooked rubbed her inner thighs. She had tried some things on her own but it was nothing compared to being tended to by the one she loved.

Krooked smiled when he came across her little pink slit that was surrounded by tufts of black and white striped fur. She was already warm and wet with anticipation when he gently stroked her lips with his hoof.

"Hmm, you're already so wet. Do you play with yourself when you're alone?" Zecora's face became hot with embaressment but it seemed to heighten her pleasure.

"Y-yeah..." He smirked and sped up the stroking.

"Do you think of me when you do it?" Her moans grew louder.

"Yesss!"

"Guess what?" He brought his head up so he could whisper into her ear. Her breath was growing ragged.

"I think of you too." Her limit was finally reached as an enormous wave of ecstasy broke her mental flood gates and covered all other thoughts.

"Krooked... that was incredible..." She breathed heavily into his ear.

"We're not even close to done my little zebra."

He then surprised Zecora with a lick to her nether lips which earned him a shudder.

"Mmm, delicious." Zecora's blush grew darker.

"Don't say things like that... it's embarrassing."

"I only say what's the truth." He smirked and continued to to lick while
gently rubbing her tiny nub to turn her already slurred speach into full blown moans.

She then rested her hooves on his head to help his tongue deeper into her aching hole. Sweat began mixing with her other fluids as her second climax approached ever so closely.

It wasnt long before Krooked noticed her breathing speed up so to give the final blow he pulled out his tongue and vigorously licked her clit while still rubbing her pussy with his hoof. Within minutes Zecora couldn't hold it in any longer as she nearly screamed in pleasure from her second climax. Her back arched up as her juices flowed freely into Krooked's mouth who lapped it up like candy.

Once her high had subsided Zecora fell back to the ground in a pool of sweat and cum. Krooked allowed her a few minutes of rest before moving back to where they were face to face.

"Are you ready for the real thing?" She simply nodded and kissed him.

"Just be a little gentle at first..." He smiled and kissed her back while positioning his dick at her still soaked entrance.

Once he had found his spot he pulled her close and slowly slipped passed her entrance, eliciting a cry of pleasure. Krooked groaned from the tightness of her virgin walls being spread open with every inch deeper he went.

Eventually his dick came within contact of what had to have been her hymen.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" She nodded again without hesitation, her eyes locked with his as he reeled back and slammed past her wall.

She let out another yelp that was muffled when she brought her face into the fur on Krooked's chest. They lyed there for what felt like an eternity while Zecora readjusted to Krooked's size.

They made eye contact again to show she was ready. Krooked slowly out until only his tip was in. He then thrusted back in to go even further than he did before.

Zecora cried again but it was more of pleasure than pain. Krooked kissed her cheek and continued to thrust in and out. Moans radiated throughout the forest as flesh clashed with flesh.

"Krooked... I think... I'm going to cum!" Zecora gasped right before said climax wracked her body for a final time.

Krooked grunted as her walls clenched his stallionhood like a vice that continued to pull him in.

"Zecora... I'm almost there too!"

"Oh please do it inside! I want to feel us became truly one!" As if by command Krooked thrusted in as deep as he could and began covering her insides with his sticky cum.

Zecora pulled him in even more as her womb continued to be filled. Krooked soon collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap.

Krooked rolled off quickly but still held her hoof as they laid there. He watched as her chest gently moved up and down with each breath she took from the past actions.

"That was so amazing Krooked... I'm so happy you were my first..." He just grinned at her before replying.

"I didn't want some loser taking you away from me..." He laughed and brought her into a soft embrace as they began dozing off into the dark abyss of sleep...

Two Weeks Later...

"Get away from him you witch! We won't let you ruin our boy's mind!" Krooked's mother yelled and shoved Zecora into the street.

Everypony merely stared with wide eyes as Krooked ran to her side. His mother had never known that they were meeting for this very reason.

They both decided to introduce Zecora to her but the result was far from what they had expected.

"Leave her alone Mom! She hasn't done anything to me or anyone else!"

"But my daughter followed her into the Everfree Forest and she came back covered in sores and cuts!" A random pink mare exclaimed which caused the crowd to gasp.

"That's it! Come , we were going to wait to tell you but we're leaving NOW. Pack your bags!" Zecora and Krooked's eyes went wide with horror at what they had heard.

Tears began to form in Zecora's eyes.

"No... No... Please don't go Krooked! I can't survive here without you!" She buried her head into Krooked's chest while sobbing.

Krooked shook his head to refocus himself before holding her like he'd never held her before.

"Shh... listen Zecora, I had no idea this was happening. But I promise I'll come back as soon as I possibly can. I need you to stay strong until then. Can you do that." Her sobbing stopped suddenly as she looked up to him with still teary eyes.

She leaned in and kissed him one last time before he was torn away from her and pulled into the house. In a matter of a few minutes the reason for her life had been ripped away from her like the petal of a flower with but one leaf...

Three Months Later...

Zecora sat on a makeshift carpet in a hollowed out tree that she called home. Though 'home' was the last thing it felt like to her. Without her love life itself seemed to deny her comfort.

"Oh Krooked Bass... What I'd give to see your face... For I am all alone... In this dreary place..." Tears began to form once again as she stared at a small photo of her lost love. Small droplets splattered against the plastic cover as her sobs filled the empty house for almost the thirtieth time.

He had promised her that he would return, but what if he couldn't? What if something had happened so that he simply wouldn't?

Two Years Later...

Zecora examined the various bottles and containers that filled her new shelves that lined her naturally decorated living room. She smiled when her eyes spotted their target: a small green jar of pickled Blazing Vine for her experimental brew.

She had no idea what would happen but she mixed the smashed red plant into a large cauldron of many other ingredients. To her surprise the mostly clear liquid turned pink instantly and a large poof of pink smoke rose up in the shape of a heart.

Her amazement was soon replaced with sadness as old memories resurfaced...

Zecora had never given up hope and even learned to cope with her grief but every passing day seemed more and more painful as she waited for his return. She sighed and began to pour the liquid down a drain when a knock came from the front door.

She never had received a visitor before. It was probably some joker who felt like giving her a good tease... She shrugged and put the cauldron down and trudged to the front door.

Without looking through the peephole she swung the door open with her eyes to the ground.

"If you're here to threaten me then just..." She stopped midsentence when a set of blue hooves came into view. Now she had seen plenty of blue ponies in her life but only one colt had such a deep shaded coat like that.

"Zecora? I told you I'd be back..."

The End

Hmm I might do a sequel if I can figure out how that would work... If you like Zecora than get ready for some more of her!