Natural Supplements

by LIL DASHIE GRINGO

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Zecora, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Night Light, Thriller, Porn
Length: 3391

Zecora got an unexpected visitor. A visitor that Princess Twilight sent over for a hefty problem.

Zecora got an unexpected visitor. A visitor that Princess Twilight sent over for a hefty problem.

WARNING!: There's infidelity in this. If you don't like that, then darn. :(

Preread by my main dude, jidbrony.

Edited by yours truly. :heart:

Published 2018-07-28 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-28 20:40:02 UTC

Tabasca

Zecora sometimes brought out her huge pot from her humble hut to the forest closeby. Sometimes it was to get fresh air from all of her combinations and to also appreciate the nature that lived around her. The bunnies, squirrels and butterflies that cross by her planes to drink from the small pond that was near. It made her more creative and thoughtful towards her next mix, sometimes even making new mixes from scratch just because she felt experimental.

As she planned her next mix, she eyed the trees above her, looking for the ones that have hanging vines that were strong and thick enough to carry her slim frame. She often times had to wear less clothing in order for the vines to be easily controlled when she swung around the forest, the touch of her native grey coat worked better than with anything that could be manipulated, meaning it could’ve been uncomfortable.

So at the time, she only wore a small top that barely held in her breast, and a small skirt that showed all of her beautiful curves, strong and firm. The rest of her thin figure was mostly covered with black tattoos, tribal and dim as if she had them since she was younger and more full of energy. For the purposes of doing this type of potion ritual, she cut her mane with a razorblade to make a contained mohawk, still brushing out the stems through it to cover some of her head to seem full.

Finished preparing and having the cauldron in the middle of the forest with her ingredients table closeby, she climbed onto one of the trees and grabbed onto a vine, wrapping it around her waist and chest before diving. The first time Zecora ever did this was when her mother and grandmother told her to, if she ever wanted to be a witch doctor. Doing things this way can often improve ones creativity and confidence in a potion they conjure, making them a great mixer.

So she started out with making a simple tub of soup; gumbo. The ingredients were in front of her, all herbs and wheats to make her mark. She’ll admit messing up a few times, but after mastering the flow of steadiness and balance, it was the best she made.

If only she had Tabasca back then.

Her movement was swift and efficient, grace laced with expeditious effort in quality of her mix into the cauldron. It glowed a soft purple below her as she added aloe vera and okra to keep it all together, followed by allspice for taste. It almost smelled as delectible as the gumbo from her childhood. As she kept swinging, the vines wrapped more of their stems around her thighs, the moist appendages dripping water as they got tighter. Almost finished, she swung back onto her branch, the vines loosing up on her.

Her clothing was soaked from the water, sticking close to her body like it was part of her skin, hardening her nipples through her top. She softly hummed as she went for her top to take it off, her warm hands gliding over her mammaries before the cloth went over her head, clearing her plump additions of any weight upon them, to let them breathe before going down again. She couldn’t remove the skirt because of too many vines wrapped around her lower body, but she’ll be able to focus on it after one last ingredient: Tabasca.

She went down again and the ropes tightened around her once more, pushing her breasts together, sliding along her dark sensitive nipples with its cold stems. It was almost is if she was chained together by cool metal or wrapped by black tape, the bond strong and resilient to anything that goes against it, even to the user. As much as she loved doing her line of work, it was always bare to find that type of touch that made her want to squirm, the temptation being there, but the spirit to control it not.

She grabbed the bottle and went for another swing, close to adding it to the perfect stew.

Hello? Zecora?

She flinched and lost the bottle in the forest.

Before mourning her loss of a full bottle of the powerful sauce, she swung back onto the branch and looked over to the hut to see if there were any trespassers closeby. What she saw was another pony, a blue stallion in grey cargos and a red button up shirt with a black ball cap. His face was unrecognizable to tell who it may’ve been, so she untangled herself and swung along the treeline close to her hut, close to where he stood. He knocked on her door again, almost feeling more like a bang.

Are you in there? Twilight told me you could help me out with something I need.

Princess Twilight sent someone there for her guidance, to come for her aid because she believed that Zecora was the best fit for their needs. Even though she was always happy to help and her door was open to anypony, she wasn’t for sure if she could do it now.

She lost her Tabasca.

She took a long breath and sighed, using a vine to climb down the tree close and behind him. Now being leveled, she walked up to him and looked up his size. He was well built, a little hefty while staying on the slim side. His arms weren’t big, but they weren’t small either. More of like he could hold himself up without tiring too quickly.

In short from behind, it didn’t look much intimidating.

She cleared her throat, gaining his attention after he turned around to look at her. Looking at him then wasn’t so bad. He was quite a good looking stallion, enough to make her wonder why he was in her neck of the woods.

His voice was gruff and husky as if he ran here, or most likely tired from wearing his tight clothes in the heating humidity.

“Hey-Oh! That’s a surprise!” He flinched back after laying eyes on her, averting his eyes to look at something else. She found this confusing to say the least.

“What? Is something wrong?” She inquired.

“No. I-it’s just that… you don’t have a top on.” Zecora looked down at her mammaries and looked back up to him, smirking. For someone that lived out in the woods free from society’s boundaries, she’d think that most ponies would adapt to most things that would be questionable for others at this point.

She chuckled and cupped her breasts with care. “Sorry about that. I keep forgetting how you ponies react.” She let go of them and didn’t bother to cover them up as she passed by the sensitive stallion. “Come in.”

After she opened her door and walked in, he took off his ball cap and followed into her home. It was neat in the room, and at the same time everything was everywhere together. Basically, it was ‘organized chaos’.

As he looked around the hut, Zecora walked over to a table with a few bottles and a couple bowls. She picked them up and sat them on a shelf closeby before grabbing a small cloth piece from the side of it. After she tightened it around her, it didn’t help much to leave the imagination running wild since it was smaller and centered to the middle, leaving the top and bottom of her breasts exposed, but not enough to say it’s ‘inappropriate’. She looked over to the stallion as he meandered around her shop.

“I have to say Zecora, this place is pretty… pleasant.” He stepped over a couple dolls and met her at the table before sitting down.

“Glad that somepony agrees too...” She walked over to the shelf again and picked up her golden ear and wrist rings, putting them on. “... now that I may ask, who are you?”

“My name’s Night Light. I’m Twilight’s father.” After putting on her last ring, she hummed with attraction. The news of him being one of her visitor’s father seemed to have alluded her mind to seek thoughts she rarely thinked about. What does he do? What is he like? What are his interests?

She didn’t know what it was, but he somehow got her feeling needy. She hadn’t seen anypony close to her hut in a while. Every once in a while, she’ll have one of her visitor’s over for some time, but she mostly bonded with the spirits of the forest that always called out to her, to be in close proximity of something worth being around.

But today might change that.

“Father you say...” She sat down opposite to him, moving her tail through the back post of the chair. “Alright. How may I help you today?”

“I’m in a bit of a pickle right now and I need some strong medicine to improve my libido.” Zecora crossed her arms on the table, her eyes softened. She’s been here before. She knew where she would take this.

“So to quick assumption, you’re not having an erection?”

“Precisely.”

“And magic doesn’t work?” As he told her his problems, Zecora still kept her focus on him, wondering what she could do for this blue stallion, to turn him back to his usual self again. It may be that age was catching up to him, but something was still in that body of his that just needed a little push. Just noticing him staring at her breasts this whole time could prove it. He shifts his eyes so he wouldn’t be noticed, but she could spot it a mile away.

She’s not complaining however.

He sighed, closing his eyes. “It does, but only as a temporary solution... I’m mostly looking for, like a natural remedy that can help build up my desires.” He looked into her emerald eyes. “Do you have anything like that?”

Zecora waited a few seconds before responding. “... I do.” She got up and went to her shelf one last time, grabbing a familiar cork sealed bottle full of clear liquid. She sat it down in front of him, giving him the opportunity to grab it and inspect it.

“What’s this?” Night Light asked, still inspecting the bottle.

“This is the solution that you seek. Not too assertive, not too meek. This will help you with your trouble, but we must test it first before it becomes double.”

He got up from his chair and looked at her, a bit worried. “What do you mean?”

“There might be a chance your body can’t take it. And if so, we’ll move to the next until it fit.”

At this point was when Zecora almost got him in the palm of her hand. She just needed a few more words to get what she wanted. Everything she said so far was true; it was definitely going to work for him. The test part however…

“Well, how do we test it?” She walked up to him and took the bottle away, removing the cork.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Take off my wha?”

“I have to apply this on your chest, to see if it works for our test.”

Night Light was reluctant to do what was needed, but he finally got it off. Zecora could see most of his attributes so far. He had some ab work in his belly, not that noticeable but still there. Only way she could tell was from the sweat that cascaded from edge to edge. His arms had muscle as well, toned as if he lifted weights sometimes or did hefty work. His firmness showed, but the tensity hid away within.

Overall, he looked good enough for her to do this deed.

She cupped the palm of her hand and poured the cool liquid into it. Next, she gently smacked his chest with it, rubbing it in for its full effect. Strong scent of chamomile and eucalyptus was heavy and relaxed Night Light. Then she felt him get closer to her and put his hand on her thigh, the other wrapping around her back to force her body against his, to mix his musty sweat against her coat. She could feel his hard member press against her cloth through his pants, the width of it almost unbearable to the imagination.

He kissed her. The test had started.

He grabbed Zecora by her hamstrings and hoisted her up against his chest, going over the table to sit her down. Zecora sat the bottle down as she felt his tongue swirl around her crevice with much skill. He grabbed onto her top and pulled it up for her breast to be fully free of its captivity, grabbing them with much audacity to violate her.

And she thought he was a pussy from earlier.

As she went for his trousers, he pulled away from her lips, giving her a chance to moan softly to his rough touch as he planted kisses along her neck.

He spoke heavy, his mind drunk. “Zecora… what have you done to me?”

She unbuttoned his pants, revealing his uncomfortable looking underwear. “I’m giving you proper therapy you need. You have to pass three tests in order to succeed.”

He lightly pinched her black nipple, making her squirm just a tad. “What are they?”

“Agility, Stamina and Behavior I want to receive. Give me all of those simultaneously and you’ll be free to leave.”

He pulled back to pull down his pants and underwear, letting his full mass fall between his legs. Zecora licked her lips, seeing her tasty treat tempting her to fuck it. But as much as she wanted to, she had to wait. He may be gullible, but he’s not stupid.

She told him to sit down on the chair he got up from. She got down on her knees and wrapped her hand around his length, feeling him twitch as his veins showed the stress of his organ. She slowly pumped him, His musk reaching her nostrils. It was strong and needy, like he hadn’t had this type of treatment for weeks. Yes, whoever he was with will enjoy this new change dearly.

She licked along the side of his member, his sigh hefty with pleasure. She continued this all the way up to his head, swirling her tongue around to taste his pre cum, his desperation. She gave him a small kiss before rubbing him again, moving her other hand to massage his balls. Hearing his praise was music to her ears, even though they were for all the wrong reasons. This was something she wasn’t really proud of.

But, she had needs.

She wrapped her mouth around his length and pushed down slowly, getting back up to adjust for more. She could somewhat tell he pushed his hips in. This was good progress he was making, slow and steady. They didn’t need to go fast… But, he was growing impatient.

He grabbed her head through her mohawk, forcing her head down to go further. Zecora put her hands on his thighs, letting him play with her throat until his moans were more gruff. She could feel it coming as well from just his member pulsating in her walls.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He pulled her mouth off him just after his first spurt, the rest falling onto her face and her chest, his hot semen gliding down the rest of her body. His cum was thick and plentiful as she swallowed it, not to upset his hunger for more.

She got on one knee and tried to get up, only for him to push her down to the floor.

“Hey! Wh-” He ripped her skirt apart, having her quiet down while taking a nice view of her swollen black lips, her pink flesh beneath. He grabbed onto her thighs and pulled her closer, his thick cock laying on top of her lips.

“Shut up, Zecora.” He positioned himself and entered her pussy with force, her body twitching from the sudden menstruation. In one go, she was full and unprepared. He didn’t wait for her though. He put his hand on her breast and squeezed as he kept pumping, his pants filling the small bit of empty space between her moans and their slapping sweaty thighs.

Zecora’s ears fluttered. She was trying to match his rhythm, but he was going too fast for her to catch up. If her mind wasn’t so clouded, she would be intrigued on how long it’s been since he touched somepony like this, getting the chance to move them around as much as they want because he had the power to.

He pushed his pelvis hard into her, making her gasp as he grunted. He was close to coming, but he wasn’t done with Zecora. If he was going to get a large dosage of infidelity, he might as well make it last.

He wrapped his arm around her back once more and lifted her up onto his chest, his thick semen mashing into his blue coat and mixed with his sweat. He got up and pushed her against the wall, her knicknacks and masks rattling to his force as he continued. A couple of the masks fell to the floor with a light thud due to his powerful thrust. She bundled her arms around the nape of his neck, looking into his amber eyes once more.

They were filled with lust, there was no denying that. Their was also a bit of anger in the mix as well. That may explain why he was punishing her. It was out of her control when she rubbed the solution on his chest. She knew what was going to happen, how much it could possibly damage him if he found out her true intentions. But she needed this. And looking at him when he walked in with stress on his mind of this predicament, he needed it to.

She’s not denying that it was wrong to deceive him. She just didn’t care.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again!” He held onto her ass and gripped hard before she kissed him again. After that, his cock erupted as soon as he announced it. Their moans mixed in their luscious kiss as they both came for each other, her walls closing around his member to collect every drop she could. She couldn’t catch up with the rest and it overflowed, dripping out of her and onto the floor with the rest of her juices.

They stopped kissing and looked at each other once more before he pulled out of her and let her go sliding on the floor. Zecora could barely move from that heated event, but it was all well worth it to her.

He turned away from her and picked up his pants with his shirt and her skirt, rubbing his flaccid member and his chest with it until it was clean. He tossed it onto her leg afterwards. He got dressed and grabbed the bottle.

“Damn, that felt good! We might have to do that again when I run out of this powerful stuff, Zecora. Thanks for it!” He chuckled before leaving, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone. She dug her fingers into her used pussy and scooped out what was left of Night Light. What he grabbed was in a pretty big bottle, So he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. But at least she got the time to enjoy it while it lasted.

She sighed. “Now that we are through, I can get back to my stew.” Getting up slowly, she stumbled toward the door as his semen trickled down her legs. Once she got out of the hut and got to the vine trees, she looked inside of her cauldron.

It was well done. It just needed some heat to it.

Before she decided to do this, she grabbed a spoon from the table beside the cauldron and dipped it in to take a nice spoonful. After the liquid touched her tainted tongue, she scrunched up her face, wondering what she made during her creative moment.

She shrugged it off.

“Needs some Tabasca.”

Author's Note

I put in some fresh okra, dried allspice and aloe vera mixed with some rice.