Twilight struggled to hold the scene in a detached light. She knew exactly why Zecora had asked that. She knew what the stakes were. She was not being asked something tawdry and dismissable. Zecora was in season, and was asking her to create a child with her. She had just been proposed to by a mare she respected. While it would normally be an impossibility, she knew, and she knew Zecora knew, there were ways around that. The question was sincere. "Are you... sure?" The thought of asking why had faded from her. "I've never even had a coltfriend before, let alone..."

Zecora pressed her nose against Twilight's and they shared breath through flared nostrils. "You have grown so very much, To even lend the faintest touch. I consider myself lucky to be part, to witness your transformation from the start." She rubbed her lips against Twilight's, but found they pressed back. They kissed silently a moment, their minds becoming more and more focused on the intimacy between them. "You understand my ways, you find the social network a maze. You are more skilled at finding the path, but you would still prefer the comfort of math. Let us be alone, together. We will have each other, no matter the weather."

Twilight suddenly moved away, leaving a confused Zecora behind. She grabbed a bit of chalk in her magic and began scribbling on one of her boards. "In order to attain the desired effect, we will require..." She licked over her own lips and found the faint taste of her future wife. She warmed at the thought of it. "Creating working genitalia is no simple task. The appearance, that's easy, but we want something capable of creating life." Her wings spread slowly as she worked. "We need something with a very specific harmony." She began listing the specific details such a thing would need in exacting minutiae.

Zecora understood. She slowly nodded and turned to the box still balanced on her back. "You have been very kind, perhaps you could deliver the vine?" She knew what vine she wanted, specifically, and the box somehow knew without her specifying. It opened to reveal the needed orange-red vine within.

Twilight squeaked with a powerful smile and grabbed the vine in her magic. "Perfect! Now... before I proceed..." She set the vine aside carefully. "We should talk."

Zecora blinked at that. "Have we not already? We have only to remain steady."

Twilight lifted a hoof. "Before we can 'remain' steady, we have to 'be' steady. Zecora, as a princess, I am legally entitled to oversee bonding ceremonies." She softly coughed into a hoof, her blush intensifying. "Are you proposing? Are you willing to commit to this, to raise any foal we make right, together?"

Zecora's rump sank to the ground. For just a moment, her mind cleared, the fog pulling back a little. To be married was a heavy thing. To a pony, no less... She looked Princess Twilight over from her hooves up to her twitching ears. The heat inside herself was nudging her towards a yes. "Would you..." She ran her tongue over dry lips. "I will still be me..." Her rhymes were lost, set aside in the moment of gravity. "Even bound, I would not stop. Will you love me as I am?"

Twilight stepped closer, eyes locked on Zecora's. "You want to be closer to those plants. The Ever Free is your home, and I... wouldn't want to disrupt that, but this would be a second home." She tapped at the crystal beneath her as she walked. "You would be welcome here, wanted... here." She reached Zecora, their faces so close. "We both have our responsibilities, but we will have each other."

The zebra smiled gently. "I would be a fool to decline. Our thoughts seem to align. Princess Sparkle, I humbly beg, will you make me a newlywed? We will seal our vows with new life. You as husband, I as your wife."

Twilight lifted into the air on her wings and clopped her forehooves together. "I accept." She had a longer acceptance speech in mind, but it was forgotten in the moment. "Now, let us begin!" She pushed the original brew to the side, forgotten and just in the way and grabbed a new pot to get to work in. "This will be much like our marriage, a union of herbalism and unicorn magic."

Zecora smiled at that as she stood up and moved to assist. They worked side-by-side to create a paste, dark blue in color.

Twilight scooped out all that would fit on her hoof, which was considerable with its thick consistency. "This will make the spell work properly." Her horn grabbed a book off a shelf and yanked it over. It flipped open along the way and slapped down in sight. "Spread this along my undercarriage, where the change is to take effect. Be thorough, and be generous." She held out the goopy hoof to Zecora.

Zecora lifted an ear and reached out to accept, taking most of the gunk from the messy hoof and circling around to Twilight back end. She imagined a stallion and reached forward, smearing it along where a stallion's tool should reside. Twilight's fur was soft and smooth, but Zecora had to get past it. It was the flesh she knew that would be affected most, so she worked the paste deeper and deeper until she felt it sticking to the princess' lower belly.

Twilight shivered softly as she was anointed. "That's... right..." Her tail lifted up out of the way for her assistant. "Get some more, keep going. The more the better for this." She peeked back to see Zecora hard at work lathering up the future sight of her foal maker. She squeaked as she felt those hooves straying back and up. "Don't get it where it doesn't belong."

Zecora shook her head. "You will need more than a dong. Jewels vast and heavy, more precious than your crown. I will ensure that they can drop down." She did not touch Twilight's twitching mare lips, but slathered just under it and beyond, creating plenty of space for a stud's equipment. "Are you ready for your spell? With this in hoof, you'll make me swell."

Twilight tried to focus on her book, mouthing almost silently parts of the spell before she raised her head. With glowing horn, she intoned, "With task ahead, and mare anointed, with calling clear, a stallion is appointed." Her magic swept back over herself. The paste suddenly began to tingle fiercely, interacting with the magic. Zecora gasped with delight as she began to deform. Heavy balls descended into a new sac. The rest of the magic was still working when Zecora suddenly nuzzled those new jewels.

The sensation of the new organ's touching made Twilight gasp with delight. She pressed back towards her new wife, dancing from hoof to hoof as her sheath began to grow and extend, a stallion's tool rapidly developing within. As Zecora worshipped at her seed factories, Twilight's thoughts become less and less clinical. She wanted to fill Zecora. She wanted to fill her in every way, and those dirty thoughts began to interfere with the magic. Her new balls began to swell as her shaft grew all the more rapidly. She was becoming a stud worthy of calling royalty.

Zecora buried her snout into the expanding flesh, inhaling deep of a stud's scent. She knew without doubt that it was the cure to the pressing need behind her. Her tongue flicked out across each swollen jewel even as they stretched and bulged with untold male energy. She had no words at that moment, and none were required. She drew back and trotted around to be in front of Twilight. With raised tail and winking lips, she made her wishes known to her future husband.

Twilight opened her eyes as the new, but wonderful, sensations stopped behind her. She looked back, then forward. Ah, there she was. Zecora had taken a wide legged stance, with tail raised and to the side. Thick zebra lips opened wide in invitation. The curious part was that Zecora was making a chewing motion as if she had something in her snout, but she didn't. Was that part of zebra mating? Twilight was curious, but she was also increasingly ready to do as was being bidden.

She felt a new weight fall from her formed sheath. She was becoming erect and for a moment, she just felt the alien sensation of that tool becoming massive and hard. She could feel the tension growing. There was one thing this was made to do, and she planned to do it. She reared up and put her hooves on Zecora's back, topping her.

Zecora backed up. That new tool pressed flatly against her ready lips and sank into the wet heat, submerging into her needing depths as she took the first motion. Twilight squeezed her eyes shut, unprepared for the intense feeling of entering the spellbinding female she had selected for a wife. She wrapped her hooves around Zecora's midsection and thrust herself forward into the seer. The end of her shaft was easily the most sensitive and she could feel that slick long passage parting to allow her deeper.

That horse cock was wide, almost too much so. Zecora could feel her channel being stretched by the impressive thing as she let out a low moan of utter satisfaction. She looked over her shoulder to see a very focused Twilight, trying to pound into her just right. With wet slaps, they met, balls slapping against her rump as that shaft pressed into the very end, kissing her cervix deep within. She was filled, completely. Twilight was perfectly large enough to leave no more room, fashioned just right for her. They were made for one another.

Twilight was not ready to do as she had read in some of her less reputable books. She wanted to rut Zecora forever, or at least for a long time, but stallions were not made for that, and she was not even a stallion until moments before. She felt her massive balls lift up and suddenly there was potent, life-starting goo rushing down her twitching shaft. She cried out with surprised bliss as she felt herself emptying out into her striped mate, filling her belly with all Twilight had to give.

Zecora squeezed her eyes shut as she felt heat spread within her. She was being seeded, like a plot of land. She would eventually produce a harvest just the same. The satisfaction of it send ripples through her form and along her tunnel, milking the shaft and making it clear that she wanted what it was giving. The thought that it had been a short coupling did not register to her, overridden easily by the satisfaction of being bred.

Twilight twitched and spasmed at the heavenly sensations coming from her member, but she was not as fulfilled. She saw her performance as a failure. They had barely begun! She leaned in over Zecora, rubbing at her sides and belly. "Don't worry, I'll keep going. Just... give me a moment."

Zecora turned an ear back at Twilight. "What? My husband, you are quite silly. We have all day for you to call out shrilly." She twitched her tail, tickling at Twilight's underside. "Once an hour, give or take. We'll make sure there's a foal to bake. Don't strain yourself, my husband dear. For all of today, I will be near." She stepped forward, pulling free of Twilight's spent member. With a flushed face, she popped free, letting Twilight fall back to the ground. "That was good, your performance grand. Now what was it that we had planned?"

Twilight blinked softly. "We were..." She looked left and right before spotting the abandoned pot. "That's right!" She started for it and felt the ponderous swaying of her tool, not yet withdrawn properly. She blushed, imagining how it must look. "Are you sure I did that right?"

Zecora kissed her cheek gently. "You were fine. With practice you will learn my confine." The fog had abated. She was happy for the moment. "Now let us turn our thoughts to others. We will return to them their druthers."

Author's Note

Yay! Best wedding or what? But there's more going on:

1) Pinkie offers a fresh batch of cookies to one of the flower girls to take back to their friends.
2) Filthy Rich likes fresh milk in his morning coffee, best part of waking up!
3) Mayor Mare notices things are a bit strange and tries to get to the bottom of it.
4) Davenport find a strange cube that helps him make new sofas that will have his customers screaming with joy!

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