Celestia sat half-naked on her bed, sitting upright with her legs outstretched and wearing nothing but her bra and panties. A sculpture resembling an antler horn sat on the foot of the bed. Celestia rubbed it between her feet and moaned.
The antler gave off a steamy vapor that rose up and entered into Celestia's horn, giving her the pleasure that was the cause of her moaning. She was absorbing a section of Accord's magic into her own power, for her own personal use.
"Ah. Ah … " Celestia closed her eyes shut, her mouth still locked in a wide grin. She cupped a hand around one of her boobs, reaching her fingers inside the bra and squeezing one of her nipples, while pinching her thumb and forefinger together on her other hand and rubbing her vagina with the loop she made.
"Ooh, yes," Celestia moaned to herself as she increased her stroking, sucking in more of Accord's magic as she sexually pleasured herself.
"Haa!" Celestia panted heavily as she climaxed hard, sputtering feminine juices out of her nethers, painting the sheets of her bed and dotting the white satin sheet with spots of gray.
The horn stiffened up as if it was about to shoot a load of its own, but rather than produce an actual fluid, it poofed in a puff of purple smoke.
"Mm," Celestia hummed softly to herself, her eye flashing with a red glow as she finished absorbing the Accord magic. The cloud of purple smoke left behind by the antler unwound itself, slowly turning itself into a stringy cloud. The smoke curled around the groves of Celestia's horn, embedding itself and having the horn absorb it.
The door opened, and one of Celestia's guards - one of the guards she had consummated with recently - entered. "Princess?" he asked, the wide grin characteristic of Accord's victims on his face as well. "Are you okay? Are you happy? I thought I heard a noise."
"Just fine. Perfectly happy." Celestia rose, standing up from the bed. "It's time."
"Okay!" the guard said. He cast his eyes about the room. "Er, time for what?"
Zecora gave her meal the last stir it needed before going down to its bottom, splashing a suffocant onto her wooden logpile to put the fire out.
She took a wooden ladle and scooped a bit from the pot, bringing it close to her mouth and sniffing it before taste-testing it.
"Ah!" Zecora smacked her lips in appreciation of her brew. "That soup came out just right. Not too heavy, and not too light."
She went over to her pots and pans and retrieved a wooden bowl and serving herself some of the soup. Then she got a vibe, a sensation, as if an alarm bell had been tripped off in her head. Something wasn't right.
"Hello?" Zecora asked. "Is anyone out there today? Do you need help before you can be on your way?"
Unable to bring herself to eat while this sensation was bothering her, Zecora placed her bowl down.
A thin wisp of lavender-colored smoke wafted in from under Zecora's door. The smoke made its way inside and rose up into the air to spread, before arcing downward to sneak up on Zecora. It whirled around her ankles before traveling up her body and going into her nose and ears.
"Ach! What is the meaning of this?" Zecora asked.
Give in, give in, a voice whispered in her ears. Give in to Accord. Join Accord. Accord just wants you to be happy. Be happy. Give in. Be happy. Eternally happy.
"No!" Zecora insisted, clamping her hands over her eyes. "I do not know what magic you use, but I can assure you, I will not lose!"
Give in, give in, be happy, be happy! the voice repeated, taking on an echoing quality. It sounded less like a single voice and more like at least two hundred voices talking at once, all of them encouraging her to give in and be happy.
Overwhelmed by so many voices in her ear at once, Zecora's resistance started to fade. Surely that many people can't all be wrong?
"No!" Zecora insisted. "I won't let you play your tricks on me! I won't ... be happy," Zecora repeated, beginning to nod off. "I ... agh!"
Zecora grabbed a handful from a tub of green powder. She threw it at her face, covering her face in a cloud of green dust. The cloud severed the connection between her mind and body, giving her an out-of-body experience. Her body’s eyes closed. Now her body would do whatever the intrusive voices demanded, but her mind would remain her own ... for a time.
The voices quieted down, turning back into one voice again. Come outside, Zecora, it demanded. Come outside so we can make you truly happy.
Zecora raised out her hands and began walking towards the door.
Put your shoes on first, you fool! Zecora shouted at her body, which turned around to grab her shoes.
No, don't, the other voice said, and Zecora was beginning to think it sounded familiar. You won't be needing shoes where you're going.
Zecora's body headed for the door again.
Use the restroom! Zecora ordered. Eat your stew! Plan a gift for your friends! Drink a potion, just do something, anything, so you don't become this invader's tool!
Ignore her and everything she just said, the other voice demanded. Come outside and come to me at once, ignoring all other concerns.
Zecora's body listened to the intruder, and if that wasn't a slap in the face to Zecora, she didn't know what was. Not even able to get her own body to obey her. Whatever this it, it had powerful magic.
Zecora's body opened the door to hut. In a sleepwalking posture, Zecora stepped out and walked away into the Everfree Forest, approaching the smell of fresh incense burning and the smoke it produced.
Before long, Zecora's powder wore off, and her mind and her body fused together into one entity once more.
Excellent, Zecora thought, now I can - ... be happy. What? No! Now that I have some idea of what I'm fighting, I can come up with a plan after self-righting. I must turn back at once! At once, I say!
Zecora tried to wrench her neck around and the rest of her body went it to turn back to her hut, but she kept walking the direction she was going. The grainy dirt felt unusually soft and pleasant against her feet, the particules rubbing at her heels and soles like a pleasant spa treatment. Each step was like stepping into a little mini-bed for her feet.
Yes. Must keep going this way. Happiness is this way. No. No. Happiness is not this way! This was leads to misery and control over your body!
But it feels so good, the familiar voice whispered. Wouldn't it take so much stress of your shoulders if you didn't have to think about decisions, day in and day out, do I wear this today, do I wear that today, what do I want for breakfast today, what do I want for lunch? Wouldn't it be grand to someone else make those decisions for you so you didn't have to stress out? Wouldn't it be grand if you were in harmony, like the rest of us?
No, Zecora answered with a matter-of-fact plainness to it that caught the intruder off-guard. It would not be, as you put it, ‘grand,’ evil voices. I am my own individual and I choose to make those choices.
You're no fun. But don't worry; we'll make you one of us soon anyway.
I will not, Zecora thought, and I will go further than this spot!
Despite her tough talk, Zecora walked further and further away from her house, the dirt feeling so wonderfully pleasant against her bare feet. It was like feeling at one with nature, merging her feet with the earth, experiencing the world the way mother nature intended, without any of those artificial shoes or sandals or whatever else.
Zecora eventually encountered the source of her misfortune. She was shocked to see it was Princess Celestia, and even more shocked to see her standing happily next to two guards who were buck naked except for their helmets with their fingers forming rings around their cocks.
"Hello, Zecora,"
"Princess?" Zecora asked. Celestia pointed her finger down, and Zecora fell to her knees. "What is the meaning of this?"
"I thought I explained it to you already," Celestia clapped her hands sweetly. "I'm here to make you happy."
"I am already plenty happy within my home. I will thank you to leave me alone," Zecora answered, fighting the urge and getting back to her feet.
"But however will I make you happy if I let you stay inside all day?" Celestia asked, walking towards Zecora.
"I'm sure you can figure out a way," Zecora replied. "Now please, if I may, go back to Canterlot."
Come forward, Celestia's voice echoed in Zecora's mind, and Zecora realized why she recognized it.
Zecora despite her best efforts to resist took another few steps forward.
Celestia squared her fingers as if preparing for a movie shot, then fired a beam from her horn which Zecora hit in the center of her forehead.
Zecora felt compelled to stay and be obedient. She straightened up her posture, snapping her arms to her sides and standing at attention. Her eyes turned red, and the smile of Accord began creeping on her face.
“Come forward,” Celestia commanded again. Zecora did as she was told.
The pegasus guard went up to Zecora and began stripping her. He turned Zecora around and slashed through the back of her shirt with a knife, then pulled the torn garment off her, exposing her midriff and boobs. He undid the binding Zecora wore on her chest before moving onto her leggings, pulling her skirt and underwear done.
"Are you happy?" the pegasus guard asked.
"Yes," Zecora answered, still as a statue. "I'm happy."
"Are you eternally happy? Will you be eternally happy?"
"I think so," Zecora answered.
"You are eternally happy," Celestia insisted.
"I am eternally happy," Zecora replied.
"But ... just in case you need some convincing ..." the guard grabbed Zecora by the shoulders and forced her down to her knees, where his twitching shaft was at level with her mouth.
"Will you suck it, Zecora?" the guard asked. "That would make me very happy."
"Yes," Zecora nodded happily. "I want ... to make you happy."
Zecora wrapped her mouth around his cock, rocking her head back and forth. She was able to get up to his balls and gently massaged his balls with her bottom lip as she sucked. He began to buck and thrust inside her mouth, his shaft remaining strong while Celestia and the guard watched.
"Ooh, and you were being so defiant earlier!" Celestia said. "Do you see how much better it is to give in? How much happier it makes you when you surrender all your will to Accord and harmony? To me?"
Zecora nodded.
Celestia laughed a noblewoman's laugh. She turned to the unicorn guard standing next to her, who was well turned on by watching his partner get sucked off by Zecora and was stroking his rod furiously.
"Would you like some help with that?" Celestia asked him, placing a finger under his chin.
"No, no, I got it," he said.
"I insist," Celestia reached over and gave his cock a squeeze, making him moan and causing his shaft to shoot out spurts of cum, which landed on her feet. Celestia giggled as her feet were warmed up by the spunk. She glanced over to Zecora’s consummation.
"Use your feet more, Zecora," Celestia ordered.
Zecora tilted her head back, keeping the tip of the guard's cock in her mouth. Demonstrating her flexibility, she lifted her foot up and pinched the base of the shaft between her big toe and middle toe, wiggling her toes to stroke him. His cock felt so rough, so tough and meaty on her toes, like it was a quality muscle that deserved every ounce of attention and affection she gave it, and more.
The guard moaned and gasped. Letting out a string of ohs from his mouth, he wrapped his hands around his shaft and stroked himself, thrusting into Zecora's mouth. Zecora felt his shaft bulge, and eager to complete the process, brought her other foot up and rubbed the underside of his tool with her toes. The tool pulsated once more before blowing, a sticky glob of semen shooting out from its tip with a speed like a cannonball, pouring straight down Zecora's throat almost before she realized what was happening.
He pulled out of Zecora's mouth, leaving a leftover string of ejaculate to drip from his cock and pool between the toes Zecora had used to pleasure him.
"It's time to bring Accord and harmony to the rest of Ponyville," Celestia declared, while the other guard continued spraying his cum onto her feet. "Zecora, would you care to join me?"
"Uh-huh," Zecora nodded, cum trailing down her chin as she happily accepted that giving in to Accord would make herself and others happy. She got to her feet and stood wobbly before righting herself, and followed after Celestia's troop.
Celestia's feet stretched out the stands of cum when she lifted them up, leaving behind lines of jizz with her every footstep that would have left her easily trackable, if anyone with the power to do anything to stop her even knew she needed tracking. But no one of the sort did, and so she was free to leave as big of a mess as she wanted on her way to spread Accord's harmony to Ponyville.
Author's Note
A followup to Accord-Tized, as commissioned by the same person. Now featuring 100% more Zecora.
