There Zecora stood, her father in front of her being serviced by the purple mare the shamaness had presented him. The look of pride in his remaining eye was obvious, his daughter had succeeded beyond his lofty expectations. “Zecora.” he said as he looked down at Twilight Sparkle. The young mare was now struggling to engulf his magnificent cock in her muzzle, eager to taste the full thing. “Your execution of our plans seem to be going well, and as always I feel I should reward results.”
She smiled and bowed in thanks to her father, wondering what her reward would be. Perhaps her choice among the three new slaves, or another of the princesses once they could be broken. Her line of thought was broken however when her father clapped his fore hoofs twice, and the sound of small foot falls followed. She cocked her head as two zebra foals stepped out from behind his chair, the colt to his right grinning as he got a good view of Twilight Sparkle’s luscious back side while the filly to his left licked her lips at the sight of his glorious shaft.
The colt’s black dreadlock mane ran down the back of his neck, a bang on the left side of his face falling over his green eyes as he turned to look at Zecora with a smile. She could tell his messy tail was lifted slightly by a blue ribbon, the young man apparently quite proud of himself.
The filly meanwhile turned toward Zecora and bowed, her striped white and gray mane was a mess, but her tail was nicely braided and kempt in subtle opposition of her counterpart. Her yellow eyes sparkled up at the older mare with reverence she’d rarely seen since leaving her home.
They both shared one feature; a golden ring somewhere on their body, around the boy’s neck and on the filly’s leg, marking them as apprentice shaman. “Meet Zul’ten and Punda Milla. Two foals enamoured with stories of your adventures. The elders have agreed to allow you to take them as pupils.”
Zecora barely held back her grin as she took a knee before her father, “Thank you, father sir. These two I would be glad to chauffeur.” While some would be confused by her excitement, what her father had given her was more than a simple reward, it was status. She was now considered worthy of passing on her knowledge, what’s more she was considered worthy by him. He was proud of her.
It had only been a week since Zecora had presented the Crystal Empire to her father on a silver platter and already he was moving in undercover agents, all of whom reported to her. Thankfully her new responsibilities amounted to finding them assignments and placement in various Pony cities with the occasional progress report. It was starting out slow but she knew she’d have more work to do before long. This kept her from losing time on acclimating her new apprentices to Equestria.
For their part, the foals learned quickly, aided by the young Apple Family filly. The pair had given their oath to follow Zecora’s pact to the spirits, and immediately took to either speaking in or finishing one another’s rhymes however, she had to lie to the young Apple family filly and claim it was a zebra tradition for shamans to speak as such. In reality she had never intended to take young Applebloom on as a full apprentice, as much as she liked the young pony she wasn’t a zebra. Now however she had a new plan for her, one that would at least ensure her safety, and serve as a test for the twins.
Zul’ten and Punda were talented for their age, the pair complimenting one another like no one she’d ever seen. Zul’ten’s alchemical work was shoddy, but on a level to be expected with a boy so young, while Punda could barely see the spirits let alone get one to grace her with it’s presence. Yet the filly’s potions were on par with Zecora’s as she neared her graduation, and spirits seemed to dance around her brother, hanging off his every word when he asked something of them. She would mold the two into the greatest of their generation if she had her way, but for now she had something different in mind for the twins.
Below her the filly laid on her back, her young pussy split wide and leaking her brother’s seed. Her mouth was at Zecora’s own cunt, licking it clean of Zul’ten’s cum even as she rubbed furiously at her clit. Seated in front of her was the colt, moaning as the pair’s mistress tended to his still hard shaft. Her test for them was one for their virility and stamina, and she could tell both had ‘cheated’. A spirit hung over the colt’s shoulder, keeping his body strong and productive while she watched the filly sneakily create a salve earlier, one she later caught the filly applying to her own brother’s shaft. She had to hide a smirk, the pair had done exactly what she wanted and used their talents to the best effect to ace her challenge.
The colt’s cock was a delicious change from the ponies she had taken to her bed, it was bigger than the average for a zebra his age, which put him leagues above most normal ponies. Given her belly was bulging slightly with his cum, she almost felt sorry for the fillies of Ponyville. He’d be the first zebra colt in town, and the exotic boy would be a known heart breaker before long.
The filly meanwhile, had an amazing mouth on her. She skillfully lapped at Zecora’s folds,making her shudder and moan around the invader inside of her mouth.She hadn’t believed someone so young would be this skilled, but Punda was proving her otherwise. She’d had the colts of the town pining to be owned by the exotic beauty of a zebra as fast as her brother stole their fillyfriends.
She soon felt Zul’ten’s sack tighten and the colt groan out loud, followed by her mouth filling once again with the large amount of cum the foal was making. She pulled back this time, allowing it to splash against her face and mane, giving the young stallion the view of a lifetime as the shamaness’ features were obscured in a flood of sticky white seed. At the same time she shuddered once more as she felt the last of her own willpower leave her. The filly below her’s face was soon coated in both semen and Zecora’s own juices as she let out a lusty moan. She then smiled up with a glint in her eye at the colt when they both finally calmed down. “Release your spirit, young man. For you two have both secured a place in my plan.”
As she got up and walked over to her cauldron she spared a glance over her shoulder. The spirit was gone, but the filly gave her brother’s still hard cock a teasing lick before they both followed their mentor. The filly spoke first, her brother still in a slight daze, “We are honored Mistress Zecora. From you, we can surely learn a plethora.” She smiled, wide eyed and ready to serve.
Zecora nodded, “Your skills and talent I can not contest.” she let out a smirk at that, “But for you two, there is one final test.” The two foals propped themselves up, staring over the rim of the bubbling cauldron, the image of a small yellow earth pony filly playing with her pegasus and unicorn friends appearing within it. "You both remember Applebloom? When she obeys your every command your training will resume." She turned her gaze to the twins as they grinned deviously at one another, apparently still raring to go despite their earlier fun. Zecora simply smiled, “Go to the fields where the Cutie Mark Crusaders play. Join them, but young Apple Bloom is the one you must sway.” They nodded and bowed to their teacher before running out the door of her cottage and down the path toward town. Her cauldron bubbled again and the image focused on her apprentices.
“Come on Scootaloo, not like ya haven’t hid there before.” The southern drawl that was a staple of the Apple Family came from the young yellow furred filly’s mouth as she smiled at her pouting pegasus friend.
“Yeah I know, but come on it’s not a bad hiding place.” the orange pegasus picked a branch of of her purple mane, “Ya know… besides the falling this time.” She had hidden in the tree their tree house sat on. The filly loved being off the ground so climbing up in trees was typical of her in their games.
Sweetie Belle and Applebloom both chuckled at this. Sweetie had stopped searching and Applebloom burst out of her hiding place when they’d heard Scoots screaming. Thankfully their friend was safe, turning this into just another thing to laugh off.
“Good afternoon Applebloom!” Punda’s voice cut in, as the group turned to see a pair of zebras coming down the path. Sweetie Bell blushed as she saw the pair, her eyes focusing on the colt. Scootaloo snicker at this, knowing full well about Sweetie’s crush on the young stallion.
“Indeed, we hope an invitation isn’t too much to presume?” Zul’ten smiled at the three.
The three smiled at the zebra foals and Applebloom broke the silence first, “Sure you two! We were just playin’ hide n’ seek. Finished up the last round when Scoots here fell outta a tr- ow!” The yellow filly glared as the pegasus elbowed her with a blush. She wasn’t willing to admit it, but these two had the eye of the whole class, her included.
“Anyway…” Scootaloo continued, looking at them with a friendly smile “You two are always welcome to join us. You guys want to hide, or seek?”
The zebra twins gave a smile back, both trying to hide a smirk with a friendly face. It would be easy to get Applebloom alone like this, and they knew it. Zul’ten spoke first, “I’ve always been quite the sneak.”
“So I will be the one to seek.” Punda finished his his rhyme with a nod. “I shall count to thirty then? This farm’s a bit big for only ten.”
“Oh hey, that’s actually a really good idea.” Sweetie Belle squeaked out, blushing a bit when the colt chuckled at her slight voice crack. She could tell it wasn’t a mean spirited one, the zebra found it cute.
“I try.” Punda gave a slight bow, “Now go, and do be sly.” With that she turned to the tree and closed her eyes, beginning her count. The others all ran in different directions, hiding across the farm, though Zul’ten only got as far as a nearby bush before turning back.
He watched the three fillies leave, then stepped out and interrupted his sister's counting, “They’re gone, sister dear. It seems as though we’re all clear.”
Punda stepped away from the tree with a nod, “Did you see which way Applebloom went?”
“Towards the barn, we have the scent.” he grinned at her, and began trotting off to towards the bar, giving his his sister a view of behind from his sizable balls.
Punda just shook her head, “Must you wear your tail to show off your sheath and sack?”
Zul’ten grinned back to her, “It seems to keep you walking behind my back.” Her only response was a sultry smirk and a motion to continue forward.
