Author's Note

If this goes over well enough, I'm considering making a sequel or two.

Accident.

"Zecora? You there?" Barb called out, knocking on the door to the zebra's hut. She was answered with silence for a moment before the owner poked her head out of a nearby window.

"Barbra, what brings you here at this early hour? I was about to go take a shower."

"Sorry about that, Zecora." Barb replied, "But Twilight thinks she found another bookworm nest and was hoping you had some more of that repellent on hand."

"Ah, luckily for her I have some fresh capsaicin, so please, come on in." She quickly ducked back inside.

'Twilight better appreciate this.' Barb thought irritably. She barely got to finish breakfast before the newly-crowned princess started freaking out about the pests. Did she just stop for a second, take the book outside, and just shake them out? No, she started panicking and kept screaming for her to go get more repellent.

She was soon pulled out of her thoughts by the faint click of a lock, followed by the front door opening. "Thanks, Zecora. I-" Her voice died in her throat at the sight that greeted her; standing in the doorway was an almost nude Zecora, the only thing giving any measure of modesty being a flimsy-looking loincloth that hung loosely on her hips. Her ample E-cup breasts were on view for all to see, the coal-black nipples standing out proudly and almost begging to be pinched and sucked. Her usual Mohawk was currently replaced with a lightly feathered style that framed her face nicely.

"So do tell me, you like what you see?" Zecora's chuckle quickly brought the now blushing dragoness back to reality.

"Heh, sorry..." Barb said, following her in, the smell of the various herbs and extracts hitting her as soon as she was through the door.

Once they were in, Zecora filled a bowl with hot water and grabbed several flowers that she began chopping, The Poison Joke still needs to steep, so for now your comfort keep." She gestured to a few nearby books, "While you read, a wash I need." With that, she pulled her loincloth off and stepped over to a large screen.

Barb couldn't help but follow the plump rear as it swayed a little with each step. If you were to ask her, she probably wouldn't have any trouble admitting the zebra mare had quite the attractive body, with her large soft-looking bust, slim waist that flared out into those generous hips, and that firm bubble. Granted, her own figure-while more on the lithe side-was nothing to sneeze at. Rarity had been thrilled when she found out they both could wear the same bra size now, even though she herself never really bothered with underwear much anyway.

Still, if she was honest with herself, she couldn't help but envy the zebra mare a little.

Deciding it was enough of that kind of thinking, she tried to take her mind off it by checking out the various odds and ends Zecora had strewn about. Herbs, roots, and a few other plants hung from the ceiling, most likely to dry. Numerous colored bottles and jars lined the shelves around the work area; some clear enough to let Barb see the liquids, powders, or otherwise they held, others too opaque to see through. Several books and scrolls lay scattered among the containers as well.

However, it was the strange fizzing from a small cauldron on the table that really caught her attention. Inside was a jelly-like sludge that looked like it couldn't decide if it was blue, orange, or brown and smelled like cheese and chololate. She blinked at the odd aroma, "Zecora, what's the stuff in this cauldron? You working on a new potion?"

"On the table? I could not say...under cider's influence I mixed that day. Of its contents I cannot be sure, though I hope it might be some form of cure." Zecora called back over the sound of running water, "Barb, by the by, a dark blue bottle on the table do you spy?"

"Dark blue?" Giving the table a look over, she spied a small rectangular flask the mentioned color. "Found it."

"Pour it in, and we shall see. If nothing else, a nice paint it could be."

She popped the bottle's cork and nearly retched at the smell that came from it, 'Celestia's fetlocks, this stuff REEKS!' Holding it as far away as she could, Barb quickly dumped the contents. Seconds later, smoke started wafting from the stuff as it began turning a grimy yellow.

"Zecora? Smoke's coming out of it now. It's changing color too."

"With scorchroot oil, as to be expected. Nothing to be corrected. "

"Is...is bubbling natural?" Sure enough, the mixture had started to slowly boil.

On its own, without a fire underneath.

Zecora was silent for a moment before, "Barb, hurry! Back away from the flurry!"

Unfortunately, the advice came a hair too late. With a rather unpleasant glugging sound, the sludge exploded out of the cauldron, covering the table and Barb.

"Augh! YUCK!" She screamed, hunched over due to the slimy texture of the stuff.

"Barb please tell, are you well?" A soaked Zecora yelled, running back out into the room.

"I feel like an Ursa Major just used me to pick its nose!" Barb whimpered, trying to shake it off, "My shirt and pants are wrecked! I...I..." She wobbled slightly, feeling lightheaded suddenly, "I don't feel too good..." She managed to get out before Zecora caught her as everything went black.

"Ugh...yeutch!" Barb groaned, slowly coming to, "Anypony get the name of the yak that ran over me?"

"You are awake, that is well!" Zecora called out, hurrying over to her, "You took no harm when you fell?"

"I don't think so..." She looked around for a moment, noticing Zecora was standing nearby, still nude. The concerned look on her face told Barb something less than pleasant had happened. She also noticed she was currently barebreasted herself, and laying on Zecora's bed, the sheet covering her lower body. "What happened?"

"I apologize, your pain was due to my flawed notion." Zecora said, her cheeks oddly red for some reason, ''Twas expired manticore venom you mistakenly added to that potion."

"M-Manticore venom!?" Barb paled. While it wasn't deadly, it still made its victims weak and unable to move for a while.

"Have no fear, its strength is gone. It was a reaction that made things go wrong."

"Putting it mildly." Barb muttered, "That stuff felt NASTY!"

"More I must apologize for, had I not acted your clothes would be no more.' She held up the corroded fly from a pair of jeans, "The potion rendered your outfit bereft, this is all that is left"

"You're kidding me..." Barb stared at the zipper, "I liked those jeans. They were comfy..." She groaned, "Please tell me that's the worst that happened."

"Umm..."

"What?" Barb felt a weight in her stomach at that, "That crap didn't stain my scales, did it?"

"Tis not your...scales that it did alter..." Zecora looked at her lower half, 'See there the change that makes my words falter." She pointed at a tent-like protrusion sticking up under the sheet.

"What the hell is that?" She asked, picking the sheet up to look, only to quickly bring it back down, a look of alarm on her face, "No, no....that CAN'T be right..." She looked at the tent, "That's impossible!" Her hands darted under the sheet and she rummaged around slightly, biting back a moan as her hands gripped the new additions. "They...they're real...where...HOW!? And my kitty..." A despondent whimper escaped her, "My kitty's gone!"

That I cannot tell. Normally this result can only come from a spell. A potion - even an accidental one - with this result is a first for me." She scratched her chin in thought, "...it's quite interesting, actually."

Barb whipped around to face her so fast her neck cricked a little, "I-interesting!?" She said incredulously, throwing the sheet off and standing in front of her, "Zecora, look at these things!"

It took most of her willpower not to blush as she did. The draconic phallus, colored a slightly lighter pink than her tongue, now jutted out from between Barb's legs stood at an impressive ten inches, with a rounded conical tip. The shaft itself was encircled with small bumpy ribs. Underneath it hung a scrotum that wouldn't look out of place on a stallion. Zecora had to stop herself from licking her lips at the sight.

Barb groaned in dismay , "I feel like somepony stuck a cucumber and boccie ball between my legs where my kitty used to be!"

"True, but as those go, they are quite divine." She replied, smiling as she gave her friend's new equipment an appraising look, " If it helps, not even Macintosh is quite so fine."

"I--Huh?" Whatever Barb was about to say faltered, "How do you know that?"

"A former lover left him an issue you see...and rather than a doctor, he came to me."

"Oh..ew..." Barb reflexively crossed her legs, "Guess that explains why he was walking so weird that week....gah, ANYWAY," She pointed to her new junk, "Isn't there something you got that can undo this?"

"Unfortunately, I know not the contents of that potion...and the time to deduce it, I've no notion. Even longer to make it undone, if such a cure there even is one."

"What about one of Twilight's spells?"

"This I would not recommend, the mix could give a tragic end."

"So I'm stuck with this?"

"This is so, I am sorry friend."

The dragoness' face fell, "What do I do now...? How do I even explain this to the others?? I--" She was suddenly cut off by a pair of soft lips on her own. She froze briefly before gradually finding herself enjoying it. The kiss lasted for several seconds until the pair separated. "Z-Zecora...?"

"I thought helping you relax might help make amend. And..." This time her blush shone through, "By the way, there's something I must say." She set a hand on Barb's hip, biting her lip slightly. " As time has past, I've watched you grow in more than just size." The hand moved slightly over her thigh, " And you have become most desirable in my eyes."

"Wait...Zecora...y-you're attracted to...to me?" Barb's cheeks turned a brilliant red.

" I traveled quite far before the Everfree became my home." Her voice slowly took on a husky timbre, and Barb inhaled sharply when Zecora's hand wrapped around the base of her shaft, " Of company, I've never been choosy when I roam. I've enjoyed time with stallion, and maiden fair. I do not distinguish, only what my heart cares."

"Zecora...I..." Barb gasped as Zecora began to slowly stroke her length.

" I have seen your gaze on my curves firm...an attention I admit I return. " Zecora purred, pressing up against her, " Tell me, does this feel good?" She asked teasingly, gently squeezing as she pumped, "Another mare's hand on your new wood?"

"Y-yes...!" She squeaked, thrusting slightly against her hand on reflex.

" In that case, let's give you relief with some fun...something in quite some time I haven't done." She leaned down to one of Barb's breast and gave the already hard nipple a kiss, " Let this attention..." She kissed the other nipple, her other hand slipping down to cup Barb's new balls, "...be a truer redemption."