Zecora's Heated Hearts and Hooves
The sunlight pouring down over the foliage made the Everfree Forest seem almost tranquil compared to its usually dense and darkened state. The dense tree lines and vast array of bushes that dotted its landscape were usually enough to warrant caution when it was dark, but Celestia’s sun had brought enough light to lessen this effect. Were one to stand around and listen to the chirping of the birds overhead, the slow breeze that ruffled the leaves around them, it would seem as if the forest itself was at peace. A sensible aura, with the day being Hearts and Hooves day, to the extent that it was almost a little too perfect.
For Zecora, this was entirely her mindset as she stayed diligent at work indoors in her homely hut. The zebra was not a mare to deny the enjoyment of a sunny day; in fact, after several days of rain and chilly winds, it would have been nice to relish the warmth of the sun on her skin, amidst a walk through the familiar paths through the Everfree. But a prominent issue had reared its head in time with the sunshine’s arrival, a coincidence that she swore was done entirely by the solar princess on purpose.
Stirring at the mixture in her cauldron with heavy strokes necessary to her mischief, Zecora sighed and reared her head back, exhaling and closing her eyes. The aroma of the concoction was heady, but not enough to dizzy the experienced alchemist. If she had had enough warning time, the issue she was combating could have been avoided altogether. But the past week had been full of issues to occupy her, from restocking of ingredients, to helping Fluttershy quarantine an infestation of insects in her animal sanctuary, to even a brief but entertaining lecture at the Ponyville school on the different kinds of ponies and equines in Equestria’s borders.
A sudden twang of heat shot through her form, emanating strongest from her core within her groin and causing the mare to lean heavily on the wooden pole she was using both for support and to stir her cauldron. When the sensation ebbed, Zecora groaned as her body seemed to whine alongside her. Her estrus had come with the sunshine, and while ponies had time to fall into their cycles, for Zebras like her, it came at full force from start to end. She had been plagued since waking with daydreams of debauchery in the grasp of many a stallion, even a headstrong mare or two when it became particularly engrossing.
“Lady Applejack and Big Mac, I fear, such affection does lack. But the stud alone would be more than enough to make me moan.” Zecora confessed aloud. Looking down at herself, the zebra mare was at least grateful for managing some scrap of clothing to keep herself decent in the event of a surprise visitor. The black cloth was a familiar attire that harkened back to Nightmare Night, the other option of clothing for the previous holiday had she not gone with the witch’s attire instead. However, this kind of ensemble was even more daring than the outfit before.
While the dress itself reached from her shoulders to her thighs, there was plenty of skin exposed for any onlooker to drink up. Her plentiful breasts, full and unbound from cloth bindings, rested on her chest with the darkened black of her areolas plain as day for all to see. One could argue that she could just pull the garment up a little to correct this, but in her current state, the feeling of any air on her breasts was a welcome balm. Along her backside, the dress was cut to expose her back all the way to her rear, the cloth keeping her decent if only just because her tail did the rest of the work. Her tail flicked behind her in a subconscious gesture as she envisioned anybody getting a brief glimpse of the swollen, wet lips behind the curtain of white and grey hair that protected her decency.
“It is almost ready. A little time to stew, and my plan will come through.” Zecora told herself. The mare had reasoned that she, like many other mares, could take suppressants to try and tide her through the difficult time period she was in. However, the common pony’s answer to such a situation did not always sit well with her, sometimes even causing more pain than she would prepare for. However, this did not mean she was ready to lay claim to a stallion and bring another life into the world, no matter how much her instincts screamed at her. To partake in pleasure was welcomed always, but to burden it with responsibility of that kind would be too much for her on her own. She knew no stallion well enough to give her such a gift, let alone to support her.
So, Zecora surmised, she would have to concoct her own.
The concept of golems was simple amongst Equestria’s magically inclined, though rarely employed in favor of genuine, living labor. A simple mass of earth and magic, bound to it’s maker’s will to fulfill its purpose, and then to return to the dust from whence it came. Zecora’s plan, however, was quite the change from the original design. Delicate work had been done to make this masterpiece, incorporating several unusual ingredients such as Changeling venom, the sweat of a hardworking stallion, and even a small dash of her own blood to empower the mixture. The swirling mixture was a little resistant to her will, at first, but soon surrendered and now laid in a clay-colored pool swirling in her black cauldron.
There was just one last thing to check before she enacted the ritual, and as the hairs on the back of her neck raised, she knew her answer had arrived. “By the pricking of my thumbs, somepony wicked this way comes. Lumber Strike, my friend, has your wandering come to an end?” she questioned. Anypony who could look into the small hut would think the zebra had finally let the smell of her concoction get to her, until a voice answered her back.
“That I have, Zecora.” An ethereal spirit formed upon one of the few chairs that Zecora possessed within her home, revealing the familiar ghost that Zecora had become quite familiar with after Nightmare Night. “The signs and symbols you laid out to direct ponies to your home have all been kershuffled. Anypony trying to get here now would need to cut down half the forest just to get here.”
“I am grateful for your aid, Lumber. I again apologize for bringing you from your rest, but as you can tell, it is for the best.” Zecora replied, gesturing at herself. “Discretion is a mare’s friend in times like these.”
“You don’t have to explain it twice. I’ll take looking at you any day over staring at the dirt and graveyard tombs.” Lumber told her, making the zebra smile. “It’s a shame that I can’t make myself more corporeal than this. You know I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. Among other things.”
“Your fondness is not forgotten. But your lacking of a body would leave any mare woebegotten.” Zecora said, turning her attention back to her cauldron, “This is my only answer, and I am no necromancer.”
“It’s a damn shame.” Lumber reiterated, making Zecora glance over her shoulder. The spirit’s gaze was affixed to her round and plump butt cheeks, the dress clinging to her stacked figure almost like a second skin. She couldn’t help but give a small bounce of her butt, the cheeks giving a healthy jiggle which the dead stallion’s eyes followed before he snapped them up. “Hey!”
Zecora laughed, shaking her head as wisps of white hair fell about her face. She’d long forgone trying to keep her mane up in its usual mohawk style, the effort of all the pins and work too tedious in her heightened state. The eagerness to lay hold on her golem was getting to her, and she took a breath to calm herself before nodding. “Lumber, I would ask but one more favor. Watch over this ceremony, lest misfortune would try to come to me.”
“Of course. Though when the action starts, I might stay for that too.” He told her, earning a nod from the zebra before she raised her hands. As if sensing her will, the cauldron’s waters began to move and churn without her direction, and she cleared her throat before speaking aloud.
“From earth and dust, you are called; servant of ponykind, heed my words! Take shape of a stallion, of strength spoken by herds!” The mixture rushed and bubbled, swirling within the cauldron before it began to rise up as Zecora continued. “To my will, you will be bound, until release to grant you I have found! To serve is your only desire, at your master’s beckon, until you retire!”
“Zecora, something’s weird. I feel funny.” The cauldron’s contents began to shine and hum with magic, obeying Zecora’s words. Her concentration couldn’t break to look to Lumber, as she focused her will on the shape of her body’s desire. “Zecora, wait a minute, whoa!”
“Come forth now, my ally! From now until the moon sits high!” A bright light surged up from the cauldron, causing Zecora to shield her eyes as the sounds of magic and alchemy swirled in tandem about her. She tried to see if her attempt was successful, but the thick smoke from the magic’s summoning denied her at first. Silence fell upon the hut, and Zecora gripped her staff as a confusing sense of change washed over her. “Lumber Strike? Where have you gone?” She called, turning around to see the chair he’d been occupying now wholly empty. “Could the magic have made him pass on?”
“No. Still here. Though...can’t say I feel as dead as before.” His response relieved the Zebra —the last thing she wanted to do was enact a harmful exorcism upon a peaceful spirit — but he sounded different. Where before his voice was light and akin to being heard through a speaker or a phone, he now sounded much more clear, and close by. As the smoke cleared, Zecora turned her attention back to where her cauldron sat. Her eyes widened in surprise as she beheld what her magic had concocted.
“By the Elements.” She muttered. The golem before her was massive, taller than her by a margin of at least a foot if not more. The clay-colored mixture had transformed into the color of his bare skin and fur, colored in a similar fashion if perhaps looking more clean. Her eyes roamed as she looked up first to the face. He bore a mouth, and ears, yet no eyes gazed back at her. His mane was short, a darker brown that blended well with his fur color. Her eyes trailed down further, and Zecora felt her jaw slip open as she gaped.
The golem’s body was cut as if from marble stone: every inch of him was defined in smooth, but prominent muscle that looked firm to the touch. The fur on his chest was thin, allowing an easy glance to realize that the large pectorals and six pack she was drinking in was indeed real. She reasoned it must be a dramatization of the essence she’d collected, namely from Big Mac’s spare sweat rag, that made him such a behemoth. Her marehood gave a quiver as her eyes moved further down, drool pooling in the back of her mouth. His cock, even flaccid, looked already long enough to fulfill her every wish. A healthy set of black balls hung beneath his member, matching the black coloring of his length that made her forcibly pinch herself just to look away.
“It was a success! This golem will be well worth the mess.” Zecora declared aloud. “But Lumber, where are you hiding? You spoke of feeling funny, and now only I stand here rhyming.”
“Zecora, I don’t see the golem, but I’m right here.” The golem suddenly lifted a hand to wave at her, prompting Zecora to step back in surprise; the golem wasn’t supposed to move until she beckoned it to. “Why is my hand colored different? Am I stuck on the ceiling?”
“Lumber, my dear friend. I believe in my haste, I have made a folly.” Zecora told him, watching her golem as it seemed to look to its hand, “My spirit, you appear to be in my golem, your body most godly.”
“Oh wow. So I’m...well, I’m not alive. I’m not breathing, I know that.” His voice emanated from the golem, it’s mouth not following his words. “How did this happen?”
“Were one to guess, the maker’s plans did not call for a spirit to be around. I am afraid, for now, you are bound.” Zecora told him. Her eyes glanced up to his face, resting on where she felt his eyes would be looking back to her. “I sincerely apologize. Can you forgive me for this sincere surprise?”
“Don’t sweat it none. It’s not like I’d be unhappy to be in the physical world again.” Lumber told her. “But uh...I think we have more prominent problems to take care of.”
“What do you mean?” Zecora questioned.
“Your heat. I can feel it from here.” The golem’s large hand pointed a finger directly at her, but the reminder of her estrus caused Zecora to quiver before him. Her eyes drifted to his groin again. The situation was rapidly changing beyond her original design, but the unintended surprise of her golem now having sentience did little to make her falter. In fact, it was much more beneficial: now she could have him interact with her much more effectively, and in fashions where she wouldn’t have to command at every moment. Her nethers clenched in want, but she spoke again.
“Lumber...t-this humble mare would ask but one final favor of you.” Her voice trembled as her lust creeped into her tone, directed at the friendly being before her, “If you are willing...will you see my heat through?”
The golem’s lips turned into a grin directed at her. Zecora smiled back as he stepped towards her, his height letting him tower over her and putting her head at level with the midriff of muscle and fur before her eyes.
Zecora’s private bedroom was one she considered reminiscent of her homelands, moreso than anywhere else in her abode. Decorative masks hung along one side of the wall closest to her bed, each a different representative of spirits from fables past. A soft dark blue carpet was spread over the length of her floor, a contrast to the typical wood flooring used throughout the rest of her home. Two bookshelves rested on the far side of the room, a collection of tomes and legends that often came in handy when confronting the usual mystical problem or delinquent foe. While usually kept in a precise and neatly manner, they were currently being shuffled and rocked while she was pressed up against said shelf, clinging to it for dear life.
“Deeper, Lumber! Strike your tongue quicker!” She shouted. Zecora’s dress was gone, her heaving bosom bouncing as she breathed in deep gasps. One arm was raised against the bookshelf, the other arm resting atop Lumber’s head as the spirit-turned-golem was feasting on her pussy. His head was wedged between the zebra’s trembling thighs, being squeezed as he licked and slurped at the needful zebra’s depths. They had indeed found he had no need to breathe for air as he had been eating her out for the past several minutes nonstop, an advantage Zecora welcomed. Her hips bucked into his motions, hand atop his head groping and squeezing to urge him deeper into her.
Zecora’s mind reeled as every flick, each swipe of Lumber’s tongue seemed to ignite a new sensation of fire within her. She had not considered just how well the spell would manifest her desires into the golem’s design, but so far, it was more than satisfactory in this department. Every so often, he would slide his tongue from the bottom of her nethers to the roof, a slow stroke that made her toes curl and shove her hips forward to hump his face. Lumber had yet to comment or object to anything of her reactions, allowing her to relish him freely. His hands helped brace her, one groping at her butt cheek and squeezing the fat flesh there while the other rested on her left side.
Moaning nonstop, Zecora’s breath hitched when he would slip by her clit, his experience showing as he didn’t abuse the love button but only teased at it. Each delicate touch, wet and brief, sent a new spark into her body that renewed the entire cycle. Grabbing at Lumber’s head, his mane tickling against her bare fingers, the flushed woman gazed down at her lover and spoke through her gasps for air.
“Lumber, I need more. Please-ohheavensabove-please make my body soar!” She beckoned. He seemed to grasp what she was saying, as his hand drifted away from her rear to better grasp her thigh. She prepared herself for the incoming onslaught, but her perspective suddenly flipped as her world turned upside down. The confused mare realized that Lumber had taken the phrase to heart, and had literally lifted her off the ground and turned her about. Her head was now facing his groin, her hair falling about her face as he kept her still with his strength. The reverse 69 let her legs dangle over his shoulders, while he buried his muzzle into her cunt and made her gasp in both surprise and ecstasy. Zecora’s dizziness fogged her mind as he pleasured her, her tail batting at the top of his head in light flicks to show her enjoyment.
A prodding against her face brought her focus before her, and the blush on her cheeks only deepened as she realized what it was. Lumber’s length had swollen to be fully erect before her eyes, the charcoal black length throbbing in want. It looked to be as long as her forearm almost, and she could make out the mimicry of pulsing veins along the course of his meat that seemed aimed straight towards her. She tried to reach towards him, but his hold on her limited her actions. She settled for nuzzling and licking at the offered cock, awash in the musk of his earthen scent while he feasted on her.
Such a new array of sensations made quick work of the zebra shaman, and with a stuttered cry of garbled words, she climaxed. It was too much to try and hold back, leaving her to ride out each pulse her clenching pussy sent through her body while Lumber drank of her juices. The wet sounds of his tongue sliding along her folds as she orgasmed made the air around them all the more heated, Zecora able to easily witness in her mind’s eye the image of a long tongue swirling within her depths.
“L-lumber, please. I am dizzy. Set me down, so my actions come more easy.” She insisted, earning a reprieve as he obeyed and helped to lower the zebra mare to the ground. She remained there for a moment at his feet, the plush carpet a comfort beneath her before she raised her body up. Her legs refused to cooperate at first, leaving her to prop herself on her arms before gazing up to her massive lover and his waiting endowment. “Such vigor in your actions. Does my body excite, to invoke such reactions?”
“I’ve had my share of women in my life alive, Zecora. But you’re the most exotic of them all. I’d think my feelings are pretty clear by now, if they’re not still dripping off my face.” Lumber told her. Zecora smiled, as her juices did indeed still leave a shine on the golem’s chin.
“Your tongue is kind, and most vigorous. Any mare who would share it would be generous.” She appraised, leaning up. “But I have waited long enough. My nethers burn, no more time to bluff.” It took a moment to attempt it, but she found enough stability to make it to her bed, laying back on it. The green sheets were given a splash of grey and white color as her mane fanned out around her head and shoulders before she stretched her legs apart, exposing her soaked mound. “Bring that breeding rod, and fill my cunt to the brim. Give me your seed, enough for me to swim.”
Lumber needed little more beckoning than that, and in two long steps had himself positioned at her entrance. His massive cock looked to dwarf her waiting pussy, the size difference enough to give Zecora a single second of pause to be concerned. It was lost the moment he came into contact with her folds, the thought banished as she hissed in want. Lumber was all too happy to provide, and worked himself into her little by little. It took a few firm movements before the head of his member could slip inside, and Zecora’s breath caught in her throat as her pussy clenched. This was going to destroy any chance of her being functional the next day.
A sacrifice she found herself all too willing to make.
“Celestia, its so tight. I’m barely even in, Zecora!” Lumber declared, his hips wiggling a little as he adjusted his feet before pushing in further. Each inch of him that filled her gave a new sensation of stretching that made the zebra mare quiver, heat blooming from her groin to spread throughout her body as he worked himself in. She could feel the throbbing of his cock as he stretched her walls, her pussy unrelenting as it clung to every inch of him it could hold. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched at her bed sheets, letting loose a moan when he finally came to a stop.
Words tried to leave her lips, but nothing sensible came forward. She chanced a glance down, and felt her heart race as she could make out a bulge against her belly from his massive member being within her. She gasped for air, her vision hazy as she looked to her partner. Lumber seemed to be waiting, giving her time, but her desires begged for something else entirely.
“Ravage me. Claim me, my chief. Let only this moment be brief.”
At her beckon, Zecora was left to moan again as he withdrew before giving a yelp as he thrust hard into her wet marehood. She threw her head back, left only to ride it out as the sex golem she’d created began to lay claim to her depths in hard, fast strokes. He kept his rhythm, almost mechanical, but each passing sweep knocked any thought of analysis from the zebra’s mind. There was only the carnal pleasure, the ability to relish the wet sound of her folds gripping his cock as he plunged into her again and again. He started to gain speed the more she grew used to his size, and soon seemed to reach even deeper into her.
A wet slapping soon filled the room, joining the chorus of grunts from Lumber and Zecora’s moans and squeals. The zebra’s mind tried to place it, only to realize that she was taking the full length of him and it was his balls bouncing off of her thighs that she was hearing. Just envisioning those heavy, swollen orbs of seed shaking before her eyes caused her to grab for Lumber’s arms, her eyes searching his face. Though she couldn’t see his own eyes, Lumber still responded to her searching look.
“Loving this, aren’t you? Your heat’s turned you into a right little slut, hasn’t it?” His dirty talk made her nod, before moaning as he shifted forward. His large mass dwarfed hers easily, her large breasts pressed up against his bare chest as his head hovered above hers. “Do you want more?”
“Yes! Yes, mighty beast! Please!” She begged aloud.
“You want it hard, don’t you?”
“I am yours, my chief! Do not tease!”
Lumber’s voice chuckled in her ears, and Zecora’s world became a mass of pleasure. What she had thought had been a fast pace before from Lumber was a snail’s pace in comparison. His rhythm changed to that of a rapid jackhammer, giving her harder and deeper thrusts as he pulled her closer with one arm, the other propping himself above her. Moving her meant changing the angle of his cock’s position as well, something that made Zecora’s eyes cross as his plunges hit new, yet untouched zones of her folds begging for attention.
Drool left the corner of her lips as he continued, unrelenting as he gave her what she desired. The wooden wall behind her shook and the masks bounced from the impacts he made against her body, giving her no harm but all the pleasure she sought. He was rough, but not enough to injure her; rather, it was in that wonderful middle ground of awareness that only experience could bring. Zecora’s voice raised in pitch as she hollered into an orgasm, Lumber’s brutal pace unrelenting as he worked her over. Her sensitive nipples, yet to be given much attention, felt delightful friction against his chest as he pressed his sweaty, hot torso against hers. Her legs, powerful enough in their own right, only found purchase in wrapping around his middle to make sure he never stopped.
Even when her orgasm had waned enough to give her a shred of sense, Zecora comprehended that Lumber’s golem body was still going, not even waning in the slightest. The knowledge that she could let him claim her forever warmed her from head to toe, her flushed cheeks shining in the sunlight that came through her window. Her lips rested against his skin, kissing at whatever expanse of his neck or cheek she could get ahold of. Feeling her move, he brought his head up and met her searching lips with his own, Lumber’s tongue invading her maw and adding a touch of sensual ownership as he easily overwhelmed her tongue to ravish her maw. He truly did claim all of her, and Zecora felt her nethers tighten again.
Forget heat suppressants; she’ll make a killing in selling sex golems every summer!
A rumble from Lumber’s throat brought her attention back to the present, and Zecora felt his pace finally begin to falter. It made a rush of excitement splash within her as she realized he was getting close to climax. Energy returned to her weary, pleasure-stricken muscles as she pushed up into his haltering thrusts, trying to keep the intensity going to make him burst. Lumber forwent his rhythm and just gave blind, ever-changing degrees of thrusts into her waiting pussy.
“Cum for me, my stud. Give my cunt your seed like a flood!” She beckoned. Her hands at his shoulders hung onto him, her fingernails digging into his skin. Zecora’s smile widened as her lover’s cock seemed to swell within her, growing even further in size and making her eyes start to roll back.
Then the surge burst out from his cock, and Zecora’s control snapped in twain again.
It came in thick, powerful spurts from his swollen tip, battering the entrance to her womb with hot and heavy blasts of cum. She could feel it well within her being, and Zecora’s eyes closed as more and more of his essence poured into her. The use of the Changeling venom made itself prominent in how much seed he was giving her, an effect of the ingredient she had been banking on. It would make his cum rich and virile, but she had underestimated the quantity. It began to pour out around the tight seal her pussy made around his cock, spurts of white squirting out of her to splash upon her thighs and the bedsheets, as well as her golem’s groin. And still, it poured out, and Zecora was left to wonder just how bloated she might be by the time Lumber would stop.
When she did gain enough sense to tell that Lumber was done climaxing, she breathed in her first gulp of air that wasn’t mixed with a gasp of pleasure, tapping her partner on the shoulder to give her a little room from his heavy torso. Lumber obliged, lifting up off of her and then pulling back his hips to pull out. It was a sloppy, wet sound that greeted her ears as he withdrew, and when he was free, the sudden emptiness made her legs quiver as she immediately desired more from him. Sweat dripped from her neck, her back, all over her, and as she peered down at her form, Zecora knew all of her groin was awash in his seed. But she loved every sensation of it.
“Doing ok there, Zecora? Need a breather?” Lumber questioned. Zecora’s eyes turned up to face her partner and construct, the plain-faced golem waiting as he observed her. She was silent for a moment, thinking of how to reply before realizing that even after such a hefty round, her lover’s cock had not gone down in the slightest. His cum still dripped from the tip, small white droplets falling from the end to the floor where her feet finally rested. The mess they’d made was evident in how she could feel the cum splash between her toes.
“Always am I fine, in the arms of a lover. Yet it seems your lust has little need to recover.” She told him. The golem’s head tilted down as he peered at his member.
“Well. I do have good inspiration to stay up.” He teased, making her chuckle.
“Your flattery holds true, my dear Lumber. Though it seems my legs do try to slumber.” She replied, bringing a hand down to run along her cum-splashed thigh. Lumber’s joined her hand, giving a light rubbing to both thighs and evoking a coo from the zebra.
“You’re still able to talk. I hardly consider that to mean I’m done.” He told her, stepping forward to align himself with her entrance once more. Zecora thought briefly to let him continue, and make the most of his stamina to be his claimed mare as long as she could last. But her interests wanted to pursue other means of fun, not limited to just one hole in her body. As a result, she brought her hand down, gently grasping his cock and making him pause.
“To stop a mare from talking, one has many means. But with a cock like this, instead, you could feed me your proteins?” She suggested.
“I love a forward mare.” Lumber said before pulling back. “And how would my lovely zebra like it done?”
“In your arms, I felt secure and safe, there is no doubt. But a mare such as myself, sometimes we desire a commanding route.” Zecora suggested. It took a moment to get her body to comply with her, but the shaman soon found a new position that suited her wants. Instead of having her head dangle off the end of the bed as she knew some mares would, she preferred to keep her head cushioned by the bed mattress. Her feet were left to rest over the edge of the bed, but with a simple turn of her torso, it allowed Lumber to stand by the side of her bed and have his cock hang over her muzzle. “Yes, this will do. But first, a simple inspection. Bring those bountiful balls forward, so I may give them their due affection.”
Lumber was all too happy to provide, and Zecora found her world soon occupied by nothing but his massive rod overshadowing her vision before his sack hung just above her lips. Up close, she couldn’t help but to marvel at their size. Her hands rose up, and gently grasped the pair of orbs before giving them a squeeze. Lumber groaned, but per her wishes, kept still. Zecora smiled, and gave each of them a soft kiss before speaking again.
“Closer, my dear Lumber. Bring them onto my face, to help sate my hunger.”
It took Lumber a moment to position himself better, the bed creaking as he leaned on it, but he obeyed. The golem’s shift in movement brought his ballsack to rest on Zecora’s face, where she basked in the warmth they gave off against her. His musk washed over her, filling her senses as every gulp of air she inhaled was only of him. The earthen scent of the golem was present, but moreso evident was the smell of male coming from him, of sweat and seed and lust. She closed her eyes, and leaned up so that they could rest against her. She nuzzled against them, tongue out to lick and caress at the tender flesh before her and coaxing an appreciative groan from Lumber.
It wasn’t enough though for Zecora to just get a small taste. She soon opened her maw and engulfed what she could of his impressive orb, the sweaty flesh too much to be taken all the way but more than enough for her to relish. Her tongue flicked and swabbed at what she could grasp, slurping at the unique blend that was the taste of him. It was raunchy, dirty, and yet made Zecora’s lust grow for more. Her free hands went to work at the rest of him, one hand at his yet untasted other while the other groped at his throbbing member. From the way he was pulsing and how his voice would groan above her, she knew he was enjoying her actions.
Her lips tugged, and Zecora parted from his sack with a wet kiss. She didn’t withdraw far, however, nuzzling against the spit-soaked orb and savoring the weight against her face before changing to its twin. The renewed flavor of male on her tongue made her moan around his ball, a hunger for his seed within growing. She slurped and suckled, giving his balls the tender, loving attention that they deserved for being her tools of pleasure.
But it could only last so long before her hunger grew too strong. Withdrawing from his now thoroughly soaked sack, Zecora wiped at her lips and breathed in her first breath of fresh air for the past few minutes. “When you are about to cum, heed only this one request. Coat my face, my breast. All of me wants your seed, my massive steed.”
Lumber nodded at her request, prompting the zebra to carry on. Adjusting her position again, she brought his massive cock down to her lips, the large tip especially reeking of his scent as she peppered it with kisses and licks. The soft touches turned hungry as she licked at more of him, the taste of her juices as well as his mixing together into a drink that she relished experiencing. Opening her mouth wide, she let his tip slip into her maw, and closed her lips only once the first couple of inches had gotten in. Her soft, full lips looked especially swollen around his cock, while her tongue caressed him on every side it could reach.
Lumber wasn’t staying idle while she worked him over. Thanks to her pulling him in closer, he used his height to lean forward and toy with her breasts, the full mounds filling his hands as the rough texture of his palms brushed against her nipples. The contact made Zecora moan around his meat, and took another couple inches into her mouth as he began to poke into her throat. It was exactly how she wanted him, but only much deeper than this. Bobbing her head, saliva left to shine on his black horsecock as she moved, Zecora let herself become lost to the easy rhythm.
They kept at this pace for a time, letting Zecora relish the taste of his cock on her tongue while he toyed and played with her breasts. But both knew they yearned for more. Lumber began to rock his hips forward, and Zecora smiled around his cock as best she could before going slack against the bed. Relaxing her throat muscles and neck, she stayed put, her white and grey mane falling against her cheek as she turned slightly to better angle him.
Lumber then began to rut her face, her earlier works making it slick and sliding with ease into her wet maw and throat. He was the dominant force again, and Zecora relished it. Already she was getting closer and closer to the base of his cock, his balls swaying in tandem with his thrusts. She watched them when she could open her eyes, breaths huffing from her nostrils as she kept a flow of oxygen going. He used her breasts as handles to hold onto her, the rough grip only stimulating her further before she brought a hand down to finger herself as she was facefucked.
When her lips finally did reach the base of his length, Zecora offered a loud hum of approval as she was once again immersed in his groin. Being a golem, his fur wasn’t rough around his base, making it feel delightful to nuzzle against when he came in deep. On heavy thrusts, his balls would bounce up and into her chin, making her pussy twitch as her fingers worked faster to pleasure her. They were nothing compared to his cock, but it was pleasant no less. Only slurps and groans came from the bedroom then, sweat pouring over Zecora’s body from the heat.
The twitching of Lumber’s cock echoed through her throat and brought her senses from their fog of lust back to the present. Looking up, Zecora saw the golem’s mouth turned into a tight frown as he seemed to be holding back. It was an expression she adored, to have a stallion yearning to make time with her last. With an almost regretful slurp, she had him pull out of her throat before she brought her hands up to stroke his cock, quick and hard. Lumber gave an open mouth groan before Zecora spoke.
“Flood my body with your seed, my lover!”
His body complied, and Zecora sighed as the massive cock before her swelled. His cum burst from the massive tip, and soon her world became a raining spray of his seed. The thick white strands dotted themselves in long streaks all over her form, starting at her muzzle and criss-crossing her lips and even her hair that fell about her face. She moved him down, aiming him at her breasts where thick dollops of his cum gathered in her cleavage and across her bosom. The rain of his seed didn’t cease even as she aimed him at her belly and groin, leaving her entirely immersed in his essence.
By the time Lumber’s climax had ceased, Zecora was a mare made a sticky mess of cum. She lifted herself up and inspected her cum splashed hands before bringing them up to lick them clean. He tasted of honey and sweetness, and she devoured all of him she could gather. What she couldn’t reach only sank into her fur as she rubbed it into her, letting the smell mark her as his. A touch animalistic, but what was she without a touch of the old ways?
“Damn. I feel like I should be exhausted.” Lumber remarked, drawing Zecora’s attention.
“Do you now? But my dear Lumber, there’s no sweat upon your brow.” She teased, getting up to step over to him. The sunlight from the window made the streaks of his cum on her skin shine, but she bore no shame before her lover’s gaze.
“Well...no, I suppose you’re right. How long does this last anyway?” He questioned. His answer from the zebra was a simple grope of his member, the length already rising back up as she stroked him.
“As long as I desire, until at least the moon’s above our sky.” She told him, a grin growing on her lips. “And my heat is hardly quelled, as my lips are nowhere near dry.”
The golem’s head glanced down, as he beheld her unobstructed nethers. Further teasing him, the mare’s fingers came down and parted the sensitive lips, making her give a soft moan of want.
“I’m not leaving anytime soon, am I?”
“Oh Lumber. Do you really think you could be with any other?”
Author's Note
I'm getting a little better I think. But rhyming is always tricky.
I'm still working on other stories I hope to bring to fruition soon enough. But with Valentine's Day and all, I thought to do something to commemorate it. Work, unfortunately, made me late to finish this and post it on time.
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