The One Ring

by Macro Zecora

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Lord of the Rings, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Random, Crossover, Zecora
Length: 4079

Have you ever noticed just how phallic Sauron's tower looks? Sure it may be hard, rough, spiky and topped with a flaming ball of fire. But anything is a dildo if you're brave enough. And there just happens to be a certain zebra goddess who is.

Have you ever noticed just how phallic Sauron's tower looks? Sure it may be hard, rough, spiky and topped with a flaming ball of corrupting fire. But anything is a dildo if you're brave enough. And there just happens to be a certain zebra goddess who is.

Contains: Insertion, Futa, Sex with buildings, flooding, anal vore, mild violence.

Published 2019-02-27 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-27 20:10:01 UTC

The One Ring

A shadow loomed across the east. In the dark lands of Mordor, a power was rising. The Dark Lord Sauron sat atop his tower. He was still getting accustomed to his new form. Sure, he was gonna miss having arms… and legs… and his joy department. But it didn’t matter! He was back, and that was what was important! Besides, he thought being a big flaming eyeball sitting atop a mile-tall metal tower of spiked doom made him look rather intimidating. He looked over his orcish army and his mind filled with glee. He had an evilgasm then and there, a burst of flame exploding from his sun-like body.

He was all so giddy with his evil plans. First, he was gonna wipe out Gondor, and that big stupid wedding-cake shaped capital of theirs. Then he was gonna corrupt the wizard who kept spying on him. The wizard assumed Sauron was unaware, but the Dark Lord was more than willing to play coy, he had kind of a thing for voyeurism. Oh, and after that he was gonna wipe out those filthy horse people in Rohan. He had always hated horses. And equines in general. Hated everything about them. The way they looked. The way they tasted. The way they smelled. In fact, he probably hated them more than anything else in the whole world! Which was saying a lot, because Sauron hated pretty much everything.

Well, almost everything. There was always the one thing he loved more than anything. His ring of power. Oh yes. He loved that very, very much. And one day, it would be his again. And he would be able to rule Middle-Earth with an iron fist! Or… pupil.

He closed his eye. Imagining what it would be like to have it again. All that power, his once more. He could almost feel the presence of the power all around him. Come to think of it, he did feel a presence. A powerful presence. He opened his eye in shock. “Eeeee!” Sauron silently squealed to himself in black speech, closing his eye happily. “That must be the one ring! My one ring!” The all-seeing eye looked around excitedly.

The One Ring was the most powerful artifact ever created in Middle-earth. It was crafted by the Dark Lord himself in the fires of Mount Doom during the Second Age. Sauron’s very soul was tied to it, and it was more precious to him than anything else, and now it was right over the… Wait. Something was wrong about the aura. It wasn’t his ring. Something was very off with it. But if it wasn’t the ring of power, what was it?

Suddenly, there was a massive boom outside the gates of Mordor, and a loud clamoring of orcs and other dark creatures could be heard collectively yelling in the Land of Darkness below. Sauron looked down, and his eye went wide. Standing in the middle of the Arid Plain of Gorgoroth was a massive foot, easily large enough to crush dozens of orcish platoons under its sole with a single stomp!

Sauron’s eye traveled upwards to gaze over the creature’s body. The giantess paused and straightened her hips, crouching down as if to make sure she was in the right place. The being was covered with white fur, black stripes adding a bit of patterning to her. On the sides of her hips were a pair of abstractly patterned suns formed out of black patches of fur. A similarly patterned mane and tail were seen on her head and rear, each one glowing with the occasional strand of yellow divine energy. A pair of massive, feminine breasts rested across her broad and powerful chest. And a calm, almost bored sort of expression was on her face, as if she was a teenager being told to take out the trash.

But that wasn’t what scared the Dark Lord the most. No… What really scared him was the swinging black horsecock between her legs! An enormous pair of testicles, each orb easily as large as the wedding cake city of Minas Tirith bounced and burbled with productive lust. The smooth, dark skin stretched to contain the swollen, over productive nuts, and the shaft itself was easily twice the size of the Dark Tower of Barad-dûr which Sauron currently sat upon! Sauron knew that there was only one type of being that sported both genders like that, and those beings were the gods!

The massive zebra looked around and scowled. “Hmmm. Dark, dingy and infested with orcs. I’m guessing this is the place.” She crouched down in front of Sauron. “Hello there, I must implore. Is this the land of Mordor?”

Sauron blinked, looking up in absolute fear as the goddess loomed over him. “Erm… Y-yes…” He whimpered. “W-why do you ask?”

“My memory of the incident is sort of blurred, but I basically owe a wizard and bird. Needless to say, I lost a bet, and now I need to take out some threat.” She looked around and frowned at the state of the environment around her. “So listen up please, I beg your pardon, I am looking for the one known as Sauron!”

“Akpth!” Sauron shivered in fear. “Erm… I’ve never heard of him! I mean I have but erm… He lives in that other spooky tower! N-near the pass of Rohan!” Sauron bluffed, hoping to throw Isengard under the bus to save his own cornea. “Y-you can’t miss it! Course, it’s not as impressive as mine, but still. It’s pretty b…”

“That’s enough, you ball of fire! I have my suspicions that you are a liar!” The zebra goddess stomped her foot, sending deep fissures throughout the land beneath her, swallowing entire camps of orcs. The zebra looked down at the impact zone of her foot and snorted. “I must say… your surroundings are bland. You should take better care of your land!”

“Heheh… Yep…” Sauron whimpered. “I… I’ll have to hire a few elvish day laborers to take care of the shrubberies…”

“I’ll say! I can feel the soul of the earth is bawling! The state of this place is most appalling!” The zebra crossed her arms, staring at the flaming eyeball with a great deal of suspicion.

“Y-yes… I’m sorry…” Sauron blinked. “D-do you need something more, oh G-great and powerful…?”

“Zecora.” The zebra goddess gave a deep humph. “You know, you do not look like an honest eye. I’d almost say you were telling a lie” She leaned in over Sauron, her eyes each three times the size of his, only unlike the Dark Lord, she came with a body attached to them.

“What? Me!? Lie? Never!” Sauron looked around nervously, only to see one of his Nazgul get flicked out of the sky by the zebra’s tail.

“Your deception is already making me bored.” Zecora crossed her arms. “I know for a fact you are the dark lord!”

“Oh shit…” Sauron meeped. “Look… M-maybe we could talk about this… C-certainly I could offer you s-something? I mean… A goddess like you must need something. C-clothes maybe?”

“You seem to have a great deal of pride, to instruct a goddess to cover her hide.” Zecora scoffed, her hot breath rushing past the Dark Lord’s tower, causing his flames to be snuffed out like a candle for a brief moment, only to re-ignite like an oil fire. “I think I am tired of speaking with you! Perhaps what you need is a better view!?” The zebra crouched down, straddling the Dark Tower, her hands resting on her spread thighs in annoyance.

“Akpth!” Sauron sputtered, his mind screaming in a mad panic. Part of him still wished he had a fleshy body, so at least he could get some lewd arousal to go with the situation in addition to his overwhelming sense of panic. “Th-that won’t be necessary, ma’am…” He winced in fear. “I can see well enough. I am an eyeball after all…” Sauron paused, hoping the zebra’s stupid rhyming scheme wasn’t rubbing off on him.

“Don’t be daft, you silly little rook. One could always use a closer look.” The zebra reached past her dangling testicles, revealing her marehood hidden beneath. She slowly opened her puffy nether lips, revealing the inner flesh of her sacred love tunnel.

Sauron winced as a droplet of the zebra mare’s juices dribbled all over him and his tower, causing him to sputter like a grease fire. The thick mare honey slowly traveled down the metallic structure, leaving trails of verdigris and moss wherever it touched. She started moving her hips back and forth, making sure she got it on there just right before she started to sink down on top of the spikey structure.

Despite his dire circumstances, Sauron took a bit of sadistic glee from the situation. He knew that his tower was constructed to incorporate his edgy personality by having lots of spikes on it. He looked up at the two support pillars that held up his fiery form. Each one was as sharp as an elvish sage in a match of Trivial Pursuit. He knew that even if he was going to be literally fucked, at least his tower would shred the inside of the zebra mare’s pussy. But much to Sauron’s horror, the support structures did nothing! They melted like butter on a warm stove, not even leaving a scratch on the zebra’s pink internal flesh.

“Oooh… Take me all, you wannabe.” The zebra grunted and licked her lips as her godly pussy shaped the tower to her needs. “I can only hope you like what you see…” She panted, her mouth almost as dry as the ashen air around her. She looked down and saw the orcish army was mobilizing, blowing trumpets, readying siege weapons, rousing the troops from their barracks. It was cute. A lot like watching a bunch of tiny ants scrambling around after one had stomped on their anthill. “It seems your army has sounded the alarm.” She giggled, seeing the orcs pepper her toes with little dust-spec-sized arrows. “Not that it matters, they can do me no harm.” The zebra playfully wiggled her toes, devastating the orcs with the tiniest of movements, entire platoons splattering against her toes. “Mmmm…” Zecora licked her lips and sank down a little, the tower’s texture greatly stimulating her lust.

Sauron looked around in fear as the mass of mare flesh started to surround him, the fire of his own body being the only thing that allowed him to see his surroundings. “N-no… I can’t go down this easily!” He fired of blast of dark magic into the zebra’s folds of flesh, attempting to corrupt it with his evil presence, something that was so easy to do to the hearts of men.

But Zecora just giggled as the spell was harmlessly rejected by both her body and soul. “Is that it? Is that all you can muster?” Zecora shivered. “Your attempts to resist me are quite lackluster.” She gave a deep breath, inhaling one of the Nazgul by mistake.

Sauron began to panic, he could feel her juices dripping on his fiery body, threatening to snuff him out as her pussy sank deeper and deeper down his tower. He was afraid for his life, and that was saying a lot given that he was immortal.

Orcs working on the many outcroppings dotting the tower began to panic even more. Unlike their master, they were indeed quite mortal. And just because the zebra didn’t seem intent on snuffing them out didn’t change the fact that her casual actions were more than enough to do so.

Millions of orcs watched from all across Mordor as the zebra’s divine pussy sank down onto their master’s tower, devouring it with reckless abandon into her lower lips. The orcs on the tower had two options. Run inside and hope for the best, or stay outside and wait for death to meet them. Most chose the former, but a small handful stayed outside to watch the zebra out of a sense of hopelessness and awe, only to be splattered against the folds of her flesh when she sank down low enough.

The many orcs watching from a distance assumed they were safe. Sure, the zebra’s mere presence cracked the fallow ground of Mordor, creating great fissures that could swallow up entire encampments, but at least the zebra’s presence didn’t seem to affect them directly. Or so they thought, up until the moment they noticed they were knee-deep in the zebra’s juices.

As the zebra sank her hips down with more and more greedy hunger, a loud lust-filled moan escaped her lips. The orcs couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The zebra delved greedily and too deep. In between her loins, something awoke in the darkness, and a shadow fell over Mordor.

Zecora’s erection crept upwards, droplets of precum dripping from the tip of her engorged member. A smile came over her face, and she gave her penis a gentle rub. “Hmmm. My friend has come to join the fun.” She looked up to the orcs and giggled. “If I were you, I’d probably run.” She moaned softly and shifted her hips, rubbing the tower up around inside of her sex, her hips now a mere hundred feet above the base of the tower.

Sauron was all but crying. Well, he technically was crying, but because he didn’t have any tear ducts, he wept the zebra’s feminine juices instead. He could feel his essence fading, his dark empire crumbling around him. Everything he had worked towards being ripped from his proverbial fingers. He began to ponder what he had done to deserve this. All he wanted to do was genocide the race of man and rule over Middle Earth with an iron fist. Was that so wrong?

Zecora groaned, her cock giving out a spurt of precum so thick and powerful, that one could be forgiven for thinking she was having an orgasm then and there. The cum rushed across Mordor in a spectacular wave, it was almost like a dam had been broken, and a river had been released. Tens of thousands of orcs were washed away by the deluge flowing from her waggling member. The forges of Mordor went silent, doused by over five-hundred million gallons of zebra juices.

“You have done well at getting me hot. But now lets see what you’ve really got!” Zecora pushed herself down even further, her sun-patterned hips slamming into the ground like a pair of meteors, completely crushing the fortress at the base of the tower. She wanted to see what her toy was made of. She tensed up her pussy, squeezing and caressing the tower with her godly love muscles. She groaned, compacting the tower with her powerful femininity, crushing the many tunnels and passages inside. She felt a pleasant resistance as the tower’s strong construction fought back against her pussy, eliciting a warm hum from the goddess. “Your tower does not fail to -hhnnng- impress… I’m amazed it can resist such -ah- stress…” The zebra panted and brought her cunt all the way down, crushing the rubble of the fortress at the bottom of the tower beneath her godly thighs, collapsing the dungeons below into rubble.

For the orcs in the fortress, their last moments had been spent in absolute panic, for the immortal Sauron, it was arguably worse. At least his minions had the escape of death to look forward to. Sauron felt utterly defeated. Most of his flame had gone out, leaving the once-great Eye now the size of a watermelon. All around him he could see the zebra’s warm, wet cunt flesh pressing tighter and tighter against him and his tower. And no matter how tightly he was squeezed, her love tunnel always seemed to go on deeper. It was like it never seemed to end. Until…

There was a light at the end of the tunnel. At the deepest depths of the zebra goddess’ marehood was a soft, feminine cervix, sealing the entrance to her most sacred of chambers…

Sauron’s eye widened as he stared at the opening of the zebra’s cervix, which barreled down on him, shaking the whole tower. The once-intimidating dark lord whimpered in fear, along with the steel of which his tower was formed. As the zebra’s pussy glided down over him, the opening to her womb unfastened, a glowing, glistening light washing over Sauron.

The Dark Lord couldn’t believe his eye. Inside the womb were several glowing suns of pure life energy, the zebra goddesses sacred eggs. The soft light from them pierced through Sauron’s very soul, which was no small feat, considering he had sealed it away in a piece of jewelry some hundreds of miles away. The scent of the zebra filled him, despite his lack of lungs. The heat of her body consumed him, despite his lack of skin. And his pulse quickened, despite his lack of a heart.

And then… CRUNCH! With a single pulse of her muscles, the zebra’s pussy clenched down on the tower. Her mouth opened up in a moan that could be heard across the whole of Middle Earth. Her eyes opened up, glowing with the power of a pair of miniaturized suns.

The tower of Baran-Dur exploded in a violent explosion of muscle and marecum, the nearly solid metal tower shattering like a fishing boat being struck by a cannonball. The stone within was crushed into dust, the steel twisted like clay, and it all dripped out of the zebra’s rushing cunt like a tsunami of orgasmic power.

But her pussy wasn’t the only set of genitals that was erupting. The zebra was stroking her cock with one hand and squeezing her right boob with the other. As her cunt convulsed, she grasped her breast hard, her nipple gushing out a fountain of milk that splattered everywhere. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed as it too squirted marecum from into the soil below. Her stallionhood all but roared as it shot out massive amounts of cum like a mile-long fleshy cannon firing repeated bursts of castle-sized liquid cannonballs, which exploded all over the ground like cum-filled meteors. Her massive streams of thick cum were more than enough to wash away entire armies, splattering all over the barren earth and supplying the fallow soil with nutrients it had been lacking for centuries.

Her massive breasts spewed forth her nutritious milk, moss and plants growing wherever it touched, restoring life to the scorched land, washing away the scores of orcs who had polluted it so. This first wave of milk was added to by the eruption from her marehood, adding further to the nurturing fluids that poured so generously out of her divine body.

“Ahhh…” The zebra panted as she came down from her orgasmic high, her cock flaccid and her pussy more than spent. “Ooooh yeah. I can tell I needed that fun. Four hours is such an aching dry run.” She massaged her empty balls, which were already hard at work recharging her cum tanks. She slowly rose, letting her cock slide across the ground with a deafening crash. Minute-old trees were shattered by the shifting mass of mareflesh, only for new saplings to sprout in their place seconds later.

The tiny humans of a few cities in the distance began worshiping her. She had not only saved Middle-Earth and defeated Sauron, but she had also solved any food shortage problem the nearby kingdoms might face in the foreseeable future. The zebra just raised her hand and smiled. “Heheh. My toes can be considered kissed. I was just glad to assist.” She looked over the paradise Mordor had become. Rivers flowed through the tropical rainforest, leading into hot springs that dotted the landscape, shooting warm steam vents into the air, spurred on from the lava tubes that ran under Mt. Doom, which was now covered in thick vegetation. Birds and small animals were everywhere, many looking up at the zebra goddess who had created them. A large tree began sprouting where the fortress of Baran-Dur had once stood, and the many orcish outposts had been reduced to ruins. It was an amazing sight, almost unrecognizable as the dark land of Mordor.

“Well, my work here is done. And I must say, it was kind of fun.” The zebra crouched down and began looking through the jungle. “All of the darkness here is diminished. Now just one thing is left to be finished.” She sifted through the undergrowth, until she found it. What was left of Sauron. The once-powerful dark lord now reduced to the size of an actual eyeball, looking up in abject terror at the massive goddess reaching towards him. “And now to deliver the coup de grace, and put this dark lord in his place!” She licked her finger and picked Sauron up with it.

And with that, she reached around to her backside, spreading her sun-patterned butt cheeks wide and lining Sauron up with her pulsating pucker, which seemed quite eager to receive attention. She pressed her finger against the fleshy hole, the sphincter muscles gently yielding to accept the finger, which pushed in deeper and deeper.

Sauron whined as he was pushed deep inside. Eventually he lost contact with the zebra’s finger, but it didn’t matter. Her powerful muscles were more than willing to suck him even deeper inside. And the worst part was the fact he could see fairly well, thanks to his fiery form. All the ridges, bumps, and crevices that made up her inner intestines were plainly visible to him. The organs wrapped around him like a tight sleeping bag, constricting what little freedom of movement he had. The sphincter closed tight behind him, leaving him trapped inside the macro zebra’s ass, like a living anal probe, totally helpless to the goddess who saw him as nothing more than a toy to be used for her pleasure. With a powerful squeeze of her muscles, the zebra battered him around inside her anus, pleasuring her prostate and coaxing life back to her dangling erection.

“Heheh. No matter how much cum I drain, I always seem to lust again.” She chuckled and gave her erection a firm squeeze, rubbing her thumb around the top of her urethra to bring herself as much pleasure as possible. She looked around, trying to find somewhere to dump her orgasm, before spotting the Bog of the Dead off to her side. “Hmmm. A good place to go after my romp, I shall go bring life to the swamp!” She stomped over towards the bog before crouching down, wiggling her rear towards the many humans watching her.

She wanted them to know just how big of a favor she had done them, so she shifted her muscles to allow Sauron out to the very edge of her asshole, opening it up to allow him a glimpse of the outside world. “No more shall the dark one spread terror and fear! He shall spend all of time in my rear!” She moaned, rubbing her cock harder and harder as she felt all the worship pouring into her!

Sauron looked around at the world outside. The world he had one day hoped to conquer. It would never be his. He would be lucky to even see it again. Chances were good that he would spend the rest of his immortal life trapped inside the goddess’ anus, nothing more than a warm glowing sensation against her prostate, fueling her already insatiable lust. He could feel his ring still out there somewhere. Calling to him. But he couldn’t answer.

It seemed all so silly now anyway. The power the one ring would have given him paled in comparison to that held by Zecora. He sighed and looked at the puckered flesh all around him, which pulsated and quivered as the zebra coaxed another load out of herself. Sauron could feel it closing in on him, sucking him back in and sealing him away from the outside world. It suddenly dawned on him what part of the zebra’s body was utterly dominating him, and as much as it pained him to say, he couldn’t help but think of a little saying as the O-Ring sucked him back into oblivion.

One Ring to Rule Them All, One Ring to Find Them, One Ring to Bring Them All, and in the Darkness Bind Them.