Death Likes Me Rough

How often do you think of death? Every second? Every day? Does it cause you fear? Do you avoid it in every way? How much does it really affect your life? To the point where you know that any given moment, it could be your last breath of air, and you will not ever, ever breathe life again?

All of that… really didn’t register to him, at least, not fully at first. But when you have the literal incarnation of Death staring right at your face, you tend to ask those silly questions. Now, Death staring at you was one of many ways one realizes they are dead, but it could also symbolize that you are about to die or very damn near it. So of the three possible scenarios, he wasn’t sure why he was staring at it.

Skeletal features were the obvious factor in knowing you were staring at Death. The boned face with no eyes, no skin of any features on it. Black, empty, void filled eyes stared at you with the unease of lacking any sound, even breathing. No rise or fall of their shoulders to showcase their signs of air intake. The standard cloak that masked the rest of the body, giving the impersonation of a body underneath but knowing full well, there was nothing. However, what truly made this an epidemic of odd situations is that A, the face of Death was formed into that of a dragon head, with horns popping out the top of its head and wings of bone along with a long tail. B, that despite the lack of facial features, it was looking right at him with a somewhat pleased look, seeing the tapping end of its tail, as if expecting him to finally take into account why he was here. And finally,… Death was in fact… female. The cloak masked all features of its body, but that didn’t stop if from creating the illusion of breasts lying underneath it. That was the odd part… which he could not help at stare at it… until the said incarnation of death had moved right up to his face.

It… or she was now right up to his face, standing not a foot away with her bone face right in front of him. He was sure that if he was alive… he would have been scared to death… no pun intended… or maybe it was? He didn’t know, but either way… Death being right in front of him, didn’t scare him. Rather it seemed oddly natural for it… her to be right there.

Neither of them said nor made a move towards one another and despite them being in some odd void, Spike felt comfortable here. It felt almost… familiar. Him being surrounded by nothing but standing in the presence of Death herself. As if to assure his awareness of his presence in here, he slowly leads a clawed out towards her.

She copied his movement and brought her boned clawed hand to meet his and both hands hovered in front of each other. Slowly, contact was made, and Spike didn’t experience cold or bone, rather he felt like if he was touching against scale, if a bit cooler but not icy like he expected. Their claw digits then split and both hand moved into intertwine with each other and Spike sighed with some content.

“So…” he began, his voice finally catching up to him. He carried his voice with some disappointment but held back some enthusiasm. “Is this finally it? Am I dead?”

Death remained silent, only slowly cocking her head but still enjoying the feeling of his claws against her boney clawed hand. The textures were in detail that she could feel on his scales. The way her own digits slightly pulled or brushed up his palm, she enjoyed having him touch her.

“No,” she answered. Her voice felt somewhat heavy and cold, with the end of her words leaving with a small hiss and echo. Despite having no physical voice box or vocals, her words came directly from her mouth and small hints of air, left it, which felt just a tad bit cold. “You are just going through the motions again.” As if to clarify, she rejumbled his memories and he gave a soft gasp. Yes, memories of the amount of times he has visited her… were in high double digits. All the clear times of his… near demise searched back into his head. He remembered everything now.

He sighed once more and finally looked at her with solemn eyes.

“How close this time?”

She cocked her head a bit to the left, her palm separating from his own claws. Bringing them towards his face, she gently caressed his snout, running her digits across his face.

“A high dosage of poison had coursed through your system. An assassin was sent to kill your mother and yourself. You took the first sip from the glass and it sent you into catatonic state and when you fell, your mother did not drink. Luckily, you are highly immune to it but they slipped something else into it.”

“Hmmm, Dragon’s Bane?” he asked.

A small nod came from Death. She continued to brush his muzzle until she slowly ran it down his neck.

“Dragon’s Bane and a mix of magical coolant to kill your heart’s fire, would leave you in state where your body’s immune system would fail and leave enough of the poison to kill you off.”

He shook his head in disappointment.

“How did it get pass my nose, I wonder? I could smell what a pony had for breakfast the morning before on his breath. I could smell the Sweet Apple Acres’ trees from Canterlot. How could I have missed something as potent as Dragon’s Bane and coolant?” Emotions were useless down here, where it was just him and ‘her’, but he did voice his disappointment.

A soft ticking sound came from Death, as if she was clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Tsk, tsk, dear Spike.” She chided in a soft manner. “These assassins are extremely patient, up to the point where they have been planning this for a year. Every time you ordered a drink, they slipped in a small amount of it, barely noticeable, along with adding high amounts of sugar, as if not to disturb your sense of smell. After which, your nose became accustomed to it and Dragon’s Bane was also spread throughout the castle to lower your immunity. The rest… well, you wouldn’t be here if your guards were better.”

Her boney hand reached up to his chest, where old scars flashed across his chest, before fading into a clean body. He felt the old wounds and felt her own hand. He had reached out and touched her skull. Once more, he expected cold or hard surfaces but felt gentle scales run through his palm. He remembered she would create a small illusion through her body to make herself a little less… colder. Hence the reason she could make herself feel like she had on scales, as well as give the illusion of a female body. Speaking of female, he brought his claws from her face, trailing them down her cloak from the neck like she did, and landed them on her breast.

“Never understood why you still have breasts. I know your female. I know you know that you don’t need breasts to be female. Just your voice enough is clarify your female.” And with those words, Death’s breasts became suddenly flat and Spike let out a small whine from his mouth.

In a simple voice, she answered. “That’s why.”

“Sorry,” he said, bowing his head in shame. Though he couldn’t help it, he still held his hands were her breasts were. As if waiting for them to return. A short pause with no motion and they returned, almost like a party balloon, they inflated into his palms, earning a big cheeky smile from him.

“So, do you wish to know what happens next?” she asked, in her cold gentle voice.

Letting his palms drop from her chest, he shook his head.

“No, I got a general idea of what’s happening now or next anyway. Mom is freaking out, Twilight is crying, and right now there is a nationwide ponyhunt for the ponies that tried to kill me and mom. Or if Ember hears of this, there would be a small army of dragons scourging Equestria for these ponies too. And… I think that if I return, I would probably be sending them your way.”

Another pause filled between them before Death gave a small shake of her head.

“You are not that heartless. If anything, your mother might do it first.”

Spike gave a small snort.

“You sure about that?”

“… No, not her either. Emotions… to controlled.” A small wave of her clawed hand, she manifested a scroll in front of her.

“… The princess of the Moon and Stars on the other hand…”

“Wait, really?” he asked in surprise. “She is the one that kills them?”

Looking up from her scroll, she stared at him.

“Indirectly. In their dreams, she haunts them until they die of a heart attack. Not all of them. The others die… much worse and from the hands of others.” She paused and a small nod from her scroll, she looked up at him. “You will be there to witness it.”

“Brutal,” he winced at that thought. Aunty Luna was never above putting a pony down for crimes against other ponies but her last execution was well over a thousand years ago. As for him being there when they all die, it … unnerved him. Yet you cannot change fate. Shaking his head, he looked towards Death. “Can I get some info on who ordered the hit on me?”

The scroll in her claws disappeared and she cocked her head to the right.

“Now if I did that, wouldn’t you hate to be spoiled by the surprise? Besides… you are still young and ambitious, a future unset to anyone outside of the realms of normality. Would you wish to deal with everything so easily?”

Spike sighed.

“I guess not. Though, this begs the question… why do you still allow me to return? I have died so many times now, only to return. You’ve never answered my question before and it's not like there’s….”

In a flash of light, he returned to the world, taking in a huge gasp of air and grunting. His eyes blurred, with bright lights over head and the loud ringing in his ears muffled voice of ponies around him.

His mind was foggy but he began looking around, seeing the blurred images of his mother and Twilight. A burning, pain-filled sensation formed through his stomach and he moaned out a bit of pain.

A gentle magical aura formed around his chest and belly, easing his pain. With a soft grunt, his vision cleared, and his mother looked at him a bit worried.

“Are you okay, Spike.” Sweet Celestia’s voice, something he will never, ever forget, nor hinder. As his mother’s hand roamed across his muzzle, Twilight also voiced her concern.

“Oh Spike,” Twilight said, through sniffles and tears. She quickly but gently reached around to give her ‘brother’ a hug. “We were so worried for you! As soon as you screamed in pain, we just knew something was up.”

He knew what had happened, but Death herself explained that if he were to tell what he knew, it could change the course of history and the line in which a pony or creature was to die. And Death hated being cheated.

“W-What happened?” he feigned ignorance. “I remember drinking and then… it felt like my stomach was burning me? Burning me!” He exaggerated. Though, his stomach did continue to cause some burning.

With a growl that could match his own, if not more, his mother responded.

“Assassins!” She hissed. Even though he knew of them, he still shivered, only because his mother was a lot more scarier than any other creature in Equestria when she is pissed. “They poisoned your drinks. Mine too. Had I drunk it first, it would have been merely agony for hours but it would have faded. They used strong concoctions. But to poison a sixteen-year-old dragon, my son nonetheless!”

“B-But I would have smelled it. I could smell anything.” He continued to play his part. “How did they get past me? Not to mention, I have been poisoned before. It was never this strong.”

“Whoever they were,” began Twilight. “They were extremely patient. Not long after you…” she couldn’t say it but continued on. “Well, I ran a test on your drink and found that it was an extra concentrated dose, but they have been using sugar or even gem dust to cover up the smell.” She paused and looked at Celestia before turning back to him. “Also, we started finding Dragon’s Bane around the castle walls. Your room, my room, Celestia’s… All in tiny forms but masked with other flowers and painted walls.”

He was still severely dazed, not to mention that despite coming back from the dead, his stomach continued to ache terribly, though he wondered why Death hadn’t cured his ailment there. Trying to sit up, he pushed himself up, only for Celestia to gently ease him back down on the bed.

“Relax, my son. We don’t need you to exert yourself.”

He grunted, shaking his head in denial.

“We ha-have to catch these bastards!” He growled. “What if somepony else drank that stuff instead of me? Twilight? Another noble? …a foal or a diplomat?”

Just the thought of somepony or somecreature else getting hurt by ponies made his blood boil. Death was right, he would never kill; not because he was a coward to do so but because he was regarded as an Equestrian Icon and Hero. From ponies, to changelings, dragons and more, a lot of creatures looked up to him in a positive light. He brought some of them so close together. If he were to fall to dark, even a little, it would all be undone. He was still young, but his destiny as an icon had to continue.

“We have already caught the two that had poisoned your drink in the kitchen,” remarked his mother. She continued to caress his head. “Once we interrogate them, we will find the others whom have been planning this.”

Nodding, he sighed and relaxed a bit. However, his stomach turned and groaned at him. “Still hurts a bit,” he said with a soft groan.

Twilight nodded.

“Turns out, they have been using really strong stuff. The poison we found in the drinks and in you could have really done some damage. Though the poison was traced back to a certain plant located in the Everfree.”

That was news.

“Everfree?” He paused then a thought popped up to him and Twilight thought the same. “Zecora?” they both said out loud.

Celestia keyed in.

“We sent guards to retrieve her. We had sent for her as soon as we found the poison. Not much could harm a dragon but if something did, no normal hospital would carry the necessities to treat you. But now we may find out if she had supplied these would-be assassins after us.”

“Mother you couldn’t possibly think that…”

“Whether she knew it or not, we still have to bring her here. She is the only one that knows how to deal with your ailment.” Moving away, she sighed in exhaustion. “For now, I must go and deal with the court. I had to cancel any courts until I knew you were alright.”

Spike paused at that, before looking up at his mother.

“Wait cancel courts? We were eating dinner last? How long was I out for?”

An uncomfortable silence passed between the three and a tensed glance between Celestia and Twilight was caught. Trying to dissuade him, Twilight spoke.

“Spike, for now you just need to rest and get better. Don’t worry about…”

“How long was I out for?” he asked firmly.

“… five hours. You were dead when we reached you fell to the floor. As we tried to revive you, Celestia and I, we poured all of our magic in to you as best we could. Your heart didn’t start pumping until an hour or so ago.”

“So during those five hours…”

Celestia spoke evenly, though she held in a harsh tone..

“In a fit of rage, I went searching through the castle to try and find the… ponies who poisoned you. While Twilight was taking care of you as best she could, I was using every resource and magical resource to find the ones responsible for this. I managed to track them down for a bit but they had me on a wild goose chase for several hours. When I did try catch them, I wanted nothing more then to hurt them the way they hurt you…”

She stopped, took in a deep breath and exhaled. She was used to wearing a strong mask in front of ponies… but never in front of Spike nor Twilight.

“… I nearly did, but Twilight informed me she managed to jump start your heart. It’s only because of that they are in cells and not six feet under.”

He dared not look his mother in a different light, nor would he judge her ever, if she had proceeded through with their execution. Motherly instinct was a powerful thing and if it was anything that Fluttershy had taught him, is that Tarturas held no fury like a mother’s wrath.

As for his death…

He has died on multiple attempts prior, but rarely when another one was around or unable to reach him in time. A claw full of times, they were accidental from friends. Hell, even his mother accidentally killed him twice. Once accidentally overfeeding him with gems as a hatchling. He choked on a huge piece and managed to turn blue, if only for his mother to manage to get him to gag out the piece. The other time was when she fell asleep on top of him after breast feeding him.

Twilight used/volunteered him for her experiments. He had been blown up, electrocuted, poisoned from inhalation, drowned in chemicals. The list went on.

The first time he had encountered Death was when he was 12. She was tall, she was imposing but yet, Spike saw her as beautiful. When she first spoke, it echoed like a dark cold cave where hope seemed absent and light was vanquished. When she showed herself as a dragoness but cloaked, he was enthralled by how real and warm she could become. Though it felt like hours or minutes, he would return to living, within that moment or hours later. Death had an odd sense of time manipulation and she had her reasons why. He never got the answers then, nor would he ever get them when he would visit her over the many years after.

The rest of his life was being, what it threw at him and he would be dead for a couple of minutes before miraculously coming back from the dead. Though… every time he did die from said ‘way-of-death’ he was either immune to that way of dying again or he would miss an accidental death by an inch or two from it.

After dying the tenth time in his life, when he drowned in a bathtub, he had found himself inhaling water once more, but it really didn’t have the drowning affect on him right after, though it got uncomfortable not long after.

Same with being electrocuted; that turned into a tingling sensation. Twilight’s chemicals just made him sneeze now. He could hold his breath for about 30 minutes now. If he ate too much and something got stuck in his throat, he just coughed instinctually, and it would go to his stomach. He once fell hard on his neck enough to crush his windpipe, but after ‘recovering’ from it, he tried to choke himself, but his neck grew thicker scales and muscles.

So now came the next question and that is, if he were to swallow the poison again, would he be immune to it? Or would he just expel it from his mouth or… probably a lethal gas blast from his ass?

Yeah… silent but deadly… literally. He prayed no one was around when it happened. Though he guessed the reason for Death not healing him would be a tad suspicious from the others.

Though it felt like hours, Zecora came in about half an hour, not only with a large bag full of her remedies, but her odd but welcomed loving and carrying nature. She was a little taller than Twilight but still smaller than Celestia and a bust to match hers. She walked in, seemingly a bit discomforted, by no doubts the tale she was told. Though it showed that she was rushed, only carrying a robe on her back and her hand stitched clothing.

“Zecora!” Twilight warmly greeted her. “I am so happy you came!” She gave the large zebra a warm hug.

A small smile formed on the zebra’s muzzle, enjoying the hug before separating.

“When urgent soldiers came to my door, I was at once aware, my services were being asked for. A quick tale was told to me, about young Spike I need to see. For evil and ill has been casted on him, by assassins who are quite grim.”

Celestia gave the zebra shaman a quick nod.

“Indeed and I wish to apologize if my soldiers seemed a bit rushed, but we needed you. No hospitals in Canterlot carry any remedies for poisonings, especially on dragons. The hospital in Ponyville, thanks to Twilight’s school and needs to help any creature, might have helped but we feared moving him over there might had been… lethal. Not to mention that some of the ingredients were plants only seen in the Everfree.”

She gave a nod to her, understanding their suspicion, before moving to Spike, who was excited to see Zecora. The large zebra made her way to him, giving him a comforting hug, one Spike liked very much with her breasts around his head. “Hi Zecora,” he said, a bit weakly. “I guess you heard the bad news?”

A small frown formed on her face. She brushed her hand over his head and seeing small residue where parts of his scales had turned pale.

“A crime most heinous and vile, I would wish these ponies fed to a cragadile.” Wow, even Zecora had a mean streak too, he thought. “I would ask, why Dragon’s Bane do you bask?”

“They had placed those in places all over the castle,” pipped in Twilight. “They tried to weaken his immune system.”

Zecora gave an unruly grunt. Bringing her bag with her, she began to set up herbs and liquid vials around the counters in the room.

“Monsters in the Everfree, less violent and evil than I see. Poison the royals in their drinks of glass, if I cross their paths, I would really like to kick their---”

“We have two in custody,” Interrupted Celestia. “Worry not, for the others will be apprehended soon.”

Zecora gave a small grunt of acknowledgment before turning to the two royals.

“For peace and quiet, is what I need. To heal his body, is a great deed. Meditation, relaxation, detoxification, I will help him beyond normal medication.”

Celestia nodded.

“I understand, though you sure you do no need other doctors or nurses to aid you?”

Zecora shook her head, already mixing her brews.

“I work better all alone, so not to be messed within my zone. Treachery already exists in your castle walls, trust and integrity will cause some falls. Seek the evil ponies who cause this tragic, least I find them, and show them the shaman’s magic!”

Both Twilight and Celestia knew of Zecora’s alchemy and potion magic. She might not be a magic user, but she could whip up a potion that could either paralyze, maim, distort, alter, or even kill a pony. There have been times when Zecora had demonstrated her skill in not only her magic potions but that she could defend herself from harm, knowledge that ponies in Ponyville have gained when she goes through the Everfree.

“Very well, though please allow some guards to be by the door, as a safety measure in case they want to try and…” Twilight didn’t finished but Celestia gave her a small hug.

“He will be fine.” She gave her son a warm smile. “He always comes out of it.”

A small weak smile formed on him and he nodded. As Zecora prepared her work station, Celestia moved to him, gave him a quick kiss to the top of his head and rubbing his face with her gentle palm.

“I love you, Spike.”

“I love you too, mom.” She moved away and Twilight quickly took her place, giving him a quick hug before smiling.

“You take care Spike. Everypony is cheering for you.”

He gave a nod and a smile. Ushering their ‘goodbyes’, the two royals that he loved walked out of the room and closing the door, leaving Spike alone with Zecora. Knowing he was good in Zecora’s hands, he tried to relax a bit more, settling in a comfortable position despite the pain raging in his gut.

For several minutes, Zecora was moving around her little makeshift workshop. Spike tried to retain some level of comfort despite the pain that gnawed in his gut. He instead tried to focus on the soft humming and mumbling of Zecora’s voice as she worked around. He however didn’t notice that she took a swig of one of her own viols or that she was squeezing her breasts every now and then.

The next view moments had Zecora finally mixing the last of her ingredients into a single potion, where a distinct smell soon tickled his nose and he wondered what she had created just for him. He hoped it was nothing nasty.

“So… what will help poor old me out?” he painfully asked. “Though with you here, I should have nothing to worry about?”

Zecora’s eyes crossed for a second, cocking her head to him and she wondered if Spike was teasing her rhyming. Seeing that his pain still carried across his face, she mumbled something in her native tongue before sighing and turning to him.

“My dear child, what I must give you is nothing mild. The poison that runs deep in your blood, I cannot afford to make a dud. While a dragon’s biology is quite queer, my remedies shall do their job, have no fear. But while I have the remedy ready, what must be done now, might make you unsteady. For me now, I need to be only half dressed, for you to drink from my breast.”

“Uh… what?”

Under no circumstances, had he been prepared for what she did next. She removed her cloak, leaving only her upper and lower clothing where her belly was exposed. Zecora didn’t carry the normal, hourglass figure most mares sought out for, but Zecora had a firm body that matched her large bosom and flank. So, when she removed the top half of her stitched clothing, Spike’s mouth dropped, despite the heavy pain in his gut and he watched as Zecora revealed her giant bust.

Despite being smaller than his mom, Zecora still carried a rack that matched his mom’s C-cup. Nothing to big that seemed outrageous, but something that any male would happily bury his face in. Not to mention that at sixteen, his hormones were still kicking in.

Seeing his gaping stare, the zebra gave a small wiggle, causing her breasts to jiggle and she squeezed her black nipples, managing to make milk seep from her tip! That really made Spike stare in great awe at them.

“In order to aid the pain in you, you must be fed milk daily, until you feel good as new. Natural body milk, perfect for detoxification, smooth as silk, that feels like powerful medication. I have drank part of the cure, mixing with my milk to help you endure. With my milk, your body will begin to heal, so please take a suckle for it is now your meal.”

She leaned forward and brought Spike’s head to her breasts. Spike was still too stunned to move but when he felt the zebra brush his jaw unto her breasts and the nipple brush against his mouth, instinct kicked in and he opened his mouth to allow her nipple in. Just a small amount of pressure around her nipple and milk began to flow into his mouth.

Rich, warm taste and texture filled his mouth, silky like she said and tasted so heavenly. He remembered when his mother had breast fed him, especially since he continued to do so until he was seven. And it was heavenly to say and all Zecora’s milk was bring those memories back. However, there was a distinct after taste, he guessed it was the remedy she had swallowed, though it didn’t delude the milk taste. Not to strong but blended nicely with the sweetness that rushed into his mouth.

Meanwhile Zecora had let out a sigh, of relief from the sound of it and she actually enjoyed as Spike relented, giving in while suckling from her like a newborn foal. His teeth just gently scratched her tits, making small, gentle scratches across. Spike was very careful with his teeth so it was something they both managed.

At some point, Zecora moaned and Spike looked up, without taking his mouth completely out of her breasts. Seeing the zebra with her eyes closed, mouth open and seeing her in an ecstasy type of state, he knew she was enjoying this.

A small sniff from his nose did confirm it. Though in truth, he was too. The milk was easing the pain in his belly quickly and though there was a small throbbing, he continued to suckle to ease it quickly.

Who could blame the sixteen year old dragon, leaving his hatchling hood and becoming a pre-teen drake. Pony years, he was a teenager heading to adulthood. Dragon years, barely dropping his metaphorical nutsack. Though it didn’t help that beautiful mares had surrounded him all his life, including his own mother. Yet here he was, in a recovery room, drinking milk straight from the tits of a beautiful mare. Pre-teen or not, his dragonhood was starting to show, judging by the tint forming underneath the blankets.

Zecora finally noticing this after feeling her own pleasure starting to rise, she gave the dragon a small smirk.

“Ah, I see, the dragon’s quirk comes to me.” At this, Spike blushed and tried to force his throbbing hood from peeking up. He had a pair of shorts and the blanket to cover but it still didn’t hide the obvious growing size. “Worry not about your shame, I understand my breasts are to blame. A drake growing day by day, has little control what his body will say. A little hatchling, you still are, but your adolescents is not too far.”

Pulling her nipple away from him, Spike let out a small whine of complaint.

“Worry not, my little one, the feeding you enjoy is not yet done. My need to help you, will remain true. However, I must now prepare, a drop or more of your essence I hope to snare.”

“My… what?” His stomach was settling now, with the amount of milk he had suck almost dry from one of her breast. However, the need for more was warrant and he was a bit dizzy from it. Not in a bad, nasty feeling dizzy but where a light warmth had surrounded him, with a gentle caress running inside of his head.

She had brought over an empty vial, somewhat bigger than her palm, with a thin plastic top. Removing the top of it, she brought the vial close to his crotch, rubbing the clear vial across his organ through the layers between the two.

“What I ask from you is a need, a great amount of your dragon seed. A very potent ingredient I want, to search for other ailments that warrant gaunt. Continue to drink from my breast, until you feel ready to rest. While you finish that last of your milk, provide a huge load famous from your ilk.”

Was he sure that he wasn’t dead and ‘Death’ wasn’t messing with him? Was he being punked? Did he get sent to Elysium and was being rewarded for his brave deeds?

No… he was sure he was alive and maybe dreaming. However, the feeling of Zecora’s hand on his dragonhood, despite the layers between her palm and his, was still a great feeling. He however had no experience whatsoever. He had only started masturbating the last few years and the closest he ever got to rubbing another female was… well his mother, although she never seemed to mind his odd groping of her breasts.

But now here he was, being rubbed through blankets and shorts by a beautiful mare that he had known most of his life. Still, he warranted some cation and hoped not to go to fast. He began to remove the blanket above him, using his feet and tail to pull it down, all the way to the bottom where only his grey shorts with a pitched ‘tent’ was seen.

He then began to unzip his shorts, slowly and carefully not to get caught in the zipper line as he pulled it over his hill, exposing the black underwear beneath his shorts. His face was flushed with embarrassment at the thought of exposing his rod to another female. Zecora however, seemed quite amused.

“Worry not, my little Spike. Be not ashamed of being still a tyke. Years from now, you will grow to the point where this here will be bigger than a cow!” She said, pointing at his cock. He was already at full mass and she seemed pleased at least, at the size. It was true, he was still young but maybe in the future he would grow and it would get bigger. Though at seven inches, it seemed big enough. He was still young and small compared to a lot of stallions. He barely towered over Twilight so he wasn’t really sure what his ‘status quo’ would be at a normal size.

Regardless of his size, the zebra shaman took it with a firm grip, causing Spike to gasp. Feeling her firm fingers through the cotton of his underwear made him feel static. She managed to slowly stroke his pointed staff, through the bottom and moving to the top in a slow stroking motion.

She then began to ease her way onto his bed, trying to lie with him. Seeing this, he quickly made room, still trying to maintain contact through his cock and her hand. The bed slightly protested at the extra weight but settled as Zecora lied to her side with her breasts once more pressed against his face and her hand firmly stroking spike.

Not needing to be told twice, he latched on to her nipple, this time taking the other one to begin draining it. Meanwhile, Zecora removed pulled down his underwear and manage to get hold of his hot cock. The sensation was better without the fabric in the way and he moaned through her breast.

She began slow, gentle strokes on his flesh, rubbing up and down his organ. Spike gave a soft moan as the zebra stroked his organ, moving his hips as the zebra hummed in her own language, turning Spike into a sleepy horny, giant toddler and drifting off to sleep, nursing from her wonderful bust.

Author's Note

Thanks to the wonderful RomeoDkat for the editing on this story.
Now as for this story, this comes with a story and i will tell it here.

So, i am an Uber driver in Los Angeles and i am a unique one in that i have furry/mlp pins on my ceiling that establishes the kinda person i am. One day, i get a passenger, that happens to be a fan and asked(by some fucking chance) if i read/write on fimfiction. I said i am a writer and they loose their shit! There and then, i told them my name on fimfiction and they asked if i can commission for him a story. One that made no fucking sense at the time but who the hell am i to refuse stories?

So they told me to write this fic, but with Zecora being the biggest challenge ever. Now, what i am saying now is a quote they told me and i am just repeating it.
"I Hate fucking writers whom are to fucking lazy to write a zecora fic without her rhyming and don't even try!" I kinda have to agree with them but moving on from that.

After we keep contact, they paid me... roughly a lot of money, just to make this story but also, to make sure that Zecora rhymed when ever she spoke and paid me a little extra to keep it that way. 'Rhyming is an art and it should be treated as such." I was told.

To be quite honest, Zecora's rhyming is actually easy... really easy. It was fun trying to rhyme her in this story and i feel as though not many people try to make her rhyme so they just give lazy or bad excuses to not have her rhyme. Hell, you give me a story where she is involved, i will rhyme any word you can throw at me and make sure it is good... for free!
Long story short, i got paid to do this story and if it does well, i will continue you it... when they get back to me on how the reviews are and will send me the rest. I don't know it this will make sense but i hope that this story is decent to a point where i can continue to edo something this fun.