AKA - Stripes and Scales Make Raised Tails
Back within the borders of Equestria, it was hard to find a region that wasn’t usually gifted with pristine blue skies on a day-to-day basis. But for one particular resident, who was living in Equestria by its more technical definition, her experience with weather was much more random and chaotic than her pony counterparts. Of course, considering how she preferred her life of solitude within the Everfree Forest, it shouldn’t have been surprising that she had grown accustomed to the more natural (and unpredictable) form of weather that Cloudsdale wasn’t able to control. And because of that, the lone zebra didn’t feel particularly uneasy as she exited the thick foliage of the forest, and entered the barren-looking Dragon Lands with the skies looking an ominous shade of grey.
Despite the slightly chilly temperature that made her shiver, Zecora didn’t seem too uncomfortable in her minimalist attire. She may have been an Equestrian citizen, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t embrace her Zebrican heritage through her clothing. Aside from the canvas satchel she had hanging over her bare shoulder, only two items of clothing were covering her slender, curvaceous form. One was the thin hand-woven strip of fabric that was wrapped around her torso, and just barely concealed her thick and well-rounded breasts. The other piece of “clothing” she had was an identical patch of fabric that was wrapped around her waist as a sort of skirt, which did the absolute minimum to cover up her plump striped cheeks.
If Zecora were to be honest with herself, she usually didn’t dress this scantly while running errands back in Ponyville, or while traveling throughout Equestria to gather ingredients for her Apothecary work. But considering where she was now, the zebra wasn’t too afraid to give her exotic physique some more exposed fur. She also walked down the barren, rocky path of the Dragon Lands with a more casual pace than usual, making sure to sway her thick hips with every step like she was strolling down a runway. Even though she tried to keep herself looking natural for the sake of this weekend, Zecora had spent far too long anticipating this trip to let the moment go to waste.
“Aaaahhhh… And now the moment has begun…” Zecora smirked more sultrily while muttering to herself, taking notice of a couple massive rocks that were up ahead on the trail. The pathway went between the narrow gap those two rocks made, almost like a miniature canyon out in the middle of this barren space. For most experienced travelers and hikers, they likely would’ve seen that pathway as a setup for an obvious trap in a region as unforgiving as the Dragon Lands. But for Zecora, who still strode towards the crevasse without much hesitation, her muzzle grew a knowing smirk as she got up closer towards those boulders, and took notice of some moving shadows lingering just at the other side of the narrow opening. Almost like she was predicting the expected outcome, Zecora brought up one of her hands as she walked, and counted down the steps with her fingers. “... Five… Four… Three… Two…”
The busty zebra repositioned herself as she got in between the giant boulders, and slid past the narrow gap while mouthing out the last number with a silent grin. “... One~”
With one final push, Zecora’s left arm emerged from the gap so she could get her footing secure for the exit. Unfortunately, that exposed limb was all that was needed to be shown before a thick, scaley claw emerged from the other side of the boulder to grip her wrist tightly. Due to the surprising strength those red talons carried as it pulled Zecora forward, her yelp of pain was fairly genuine while being yanked from the crevasse. The zebra had no time to readjust her balance, and was pulled with disturbing ease from the gap to fall right into that little “trap.”
And because of that, Zecora soon found herself sprawled out on the cold and rocky ground, her form completely vulnerable to the three dragons standing over her with evilly wide grins.
“Well, well, well~” purred the red dragon that pulled her out in the first place, who was now standing before her with his claws against his hips. Zecora peered up at him with a heavy blush across her cheeks, but tried not to smirk upon seeing him again. The dragon, who she knew to be Garble, carried the same cocky smirk across his fanged muzzle that she remembered months ago. And as for his two friends -- Clump and Fizzle, who were looking equally as randy as their leader -- the brown and white beasts were standing close to both of her sides to ensure she couldn’t “escape.” Fortunately, the zebra didn’t seem too keen on pulling herself up while Garble continued to jeer with a coy-looking grin. “It looks like we found ourselves a little zebra wandering around our hideout today~”
As Clump and Fizzle chuckled with smiles just as cheeky as their friend, Zecora tried her hardest not to shiver with her bottom lip tightly bitten. Even though the situation itself should’ve been terrifying for the zebra, her toes couldn’t help but curl up in anticipation against the coarse ground beneath her bare feet. However, Zecora still tried to look more timid and fretful in her blushed expression, much to Garble’s smirking approval. Meanwhile, her ears twitched upon hearing Clump say from her left side, “Heh~ You’re a pretty long ways from home, ain’cha?~”
The fat dragon scratched his thick, brown-scaled belly with a claw, not caring how unsavory he may have looked to the prone zebra laying before their feet. But before Zecora could try to speak up for herself, she heard Fizzle add to the banter from her right side, “You know… given how far away she is from Zebrica, maybe she’s lookin’ for a new home~”
That ominously teasing remark caused the fur along Zecora’s back to stand on end, and her legs tensed up to try and clench inward. But from Garble’s point of view above her exposed form, all that he was taking notice of was the zebra’s meek and defenseless-looking expression. Even when Zecora shivered following Fizzle’s remark, Garble’s grin widened while peering down at her wide-open eyes. The look of fear almost looked genuine from his perspective, and he was quick to add to that feeling as he bent down close to Zecora’s face to add, “Well then… perhaps we should show this little slut to a more… appropriate home~”
Zecora had to purse her lips tightly shut to keep from grinning back at Garble, not wanting to break the allusion of the moment. After taking the quickest breath to sound like a terrified gasp, Zecora reopened her muzzle to shout, “W-Wait! I--MMMPHHH!!~”
Clump may have been a chubby dragon, but he also had enough strength to grip Zecora from behind and wrap his claws tightly around her chest. As he pulled her up from the ground without much difficulty, the dragon made sure to unsubtly grope both of her thick, voluptuous breasts with a resounding squeeze. Meanwhile, Fizzle quickly added to the situation by bringing out a dirtied rag, and stuffing it into Zecora’s open mouth before she could scream. Only the briefest yelp was able to escape her muzzle before it was crammed with the old cloth, and Fizzle unfurled some duct tape to wrap tightly around her head. In less than five seconds, the lone zebra found herself totally restrained and gagged without much chance of escape, much to Garble’s smirking pleasure.
Of course, given how much the zebra was beginning to leak in arousal as it dribbled down the insides of her bare thighs, it should’ve been obvious that she wasn’t against what was occurring either. Even as Clump pulled her arms back so her wrists could be restrained by Fizzle’s tape, her squirms of resistance didn’t seem to bother Garble in the slightest. His eyes narrowed on Zecora while his arms were crossed in amusement, enjoying the little show their friend was giving to add to their fun. Even though he knew from experience just how strong-willed and resilient she could really be in actual combat, it was fun to see her play up the meek and defenseless role for their upcoming fun. Dragons may have not had much access to movies, but he was sure she could’ve been an amazing actress if she didn’t focus on her Apothecary work.
In a span of about thirty seconds, Zecora had found herself captured, bound, and gagged by the three dragons who were cackling in perverted pleasure. While Garble took hold of her satchel to hang over his shoulder, the tied-up zebra tried to writhe out of his friends’ grips as they held both of her elbows tightly. Surprisingly enough, neither of the beasts seemed to consider ripping off her clothing just yet; but still, it was obvious that her top and skirt would be removed soon enough while Clump continued to grope her breasts lewdly, and Fizzle gave her thick rear a sharp smack with his claw.
“MMMPH!!” she groaned through her dirty gag, even though that brief bout of pain made her eyes roll back for a second with a pleasured shiver. Despite how well she was playing up the “unwilling victim” role, Gable could tell how much she was loving their treatment. And because of that, the red dragon felt no resistance as he walked up close to her with a wickedly wide grin, and the small loincloth over his crotch carrying a very notable tent. As the other two dragons kept rubbing her chest and ass like she was a piece of meat, Garble brought his claw up to gently pet the side of her face. The sensation caused Zecora to close her eyes with a shaky sigh, and she pushed her cheek against his talons while letting out a more content-sounding hum.
“Thaaaaaaaat’s right~” purred Garble with a sleazy lick of his lips, before he motioned towards his buddies and said, “C’mon, guys! I think this little bitch should see our cave~”
Clump and Fizzle cackled with equally lewd grins, and were quick to pull Zecora in their grasps as they followed their leader home. All the while, Zecora didn’t seem to mind her captors’ restraints as she walked alongside them, but tried her hardest not to appear too complacent just yet. The capture may have been a premeditated plan arranged weeks in advance, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself too soon. After all, when it came to enjoying some much-needed titillation with a couple of good friends, it was important to consider their enjoyment instead of her own. And if Garble and his pals had a knack for “capturing” their prey like the savage beasts they were, Zecora had no problem with giving them exactly what they wanted~
Fortunately for the dragons (and perhaps for their “captive” guest as well), the walk from that trap to their cave only took about twenty minutes at most. Heck, Zecora didn’t even feel tired by the time she was thrown into the dragons’ spacious cavern, and lead towards a peculiar rock in the middle of the damp space. At first glance, the zebra didn’t notice too many amenities along the stalagmite walls (aside from several sizeable piles of gems as parts of their hordes); however, by the time Zecora was ungraciously placed chest-first atop the large flat rock, she soon realized that most of their personal items were hidden from sight for safe-keeping. One of those things was a thick bundle of rope, which quickly replaced Zecora’s duct-tape bondage as she was tied down with her hands behind her back; as for her legs, the zebra whimpered with an enticed blush as she felt the rope being tied around her ankles to pull them apart, and leaving her close to a spread-eagle position.
Because of that, her “skirt” proved to be nothing short of useless while Garble was standing behind her presented stance. The dragon was grinning wide while his loincloth was removed, leaving him completely naked with his rigid cock standing out proudly. Meanwhile, the bound zebra could only shudder in a mixture of embarrassment and elation while she was laid out in such a lewd manner. Her exposed, petite pussy could be seen continuously winking in need, and was still dripping steadily in arousal. Even as she laid atop the cold stone at crotch-level to Garble, Zecora was already starting to form a small puddle beneath her writhing hips, with a couple rivulets of her sex slowly dripping from the edge of the rock like the stalagtites hanging from above.
“Mmmmmmm…~” Garble couldn’t help but hum contently to the sight, and was already stroking himself while carrying a pursed smirk. Meanwhile, Fizzle and Clump could be heard snickering from behind while they rifled through Zecora’s satchel. Since it was clear that the zebra knew what she was in for, the only things she packed with her were a few essentials and toiletries; however, it didn’t take long for the randy dragons to find what else was stashed in her bag, which made both of them grin like kids in a candy store. As for Garble, he didn’t even need to look back at them as he asked their captive prey, “So… I take it a zebra like you keeps some potions on hand?~”
Since she was already right where they (and obviously she) wanted her, Zecora turned her head back to shoot the dragon a sly smirk behind her blush. “Mnnghhh… Shouldn’t that be quite obvious to see? What kind of Apothecary would I be?~”
“Fair enough,” noted Garble with a shrug, before Fizzle came up with a cheeky grin on his face. In one of the white dragon’s claws was a rather large green bottle, which was corked down tight to keep the elixir inside secure. In Fizzle’s other claw seemed to be a plastic funnel, which really piqued Garble’s interest. “Ooooohhhh… What do we have here?~” he asked as he took both of the items from his friend. Since he couldn’t read Ponish text that fluently, the dragon narrowed his eyes on the bottle while struggling to read the label. “Hmmmmm…”
Zecora, who took notice of that particular bottle and the funnel, giggled cheekily with a roll of her eyes before looking away from her captors. Clump came up to the other dragons with a couple other spare bottles in his claws, but leaned in to read the one Garble had. “Hmm? Ap… Ap-hero… Ap-hero, des-ai-ack?”
“OOH!” Fizzle’s eyes widened excitedly before he pointed to that bottle and exclaimed, “That’s a… an afro.. Aphrodisiac! That’s it!”
Zecora was surprised that one of the dragons knew such a term, but was also relieved she didn’t have to explain it too much. She could hear a small bout of silence at first, which was then followed by Garble and Clump chuckling more slyly in response. She had no idea how the three knew what ‘Aphrodisiac’ meant, but their enticed snickers was like music to her ears. Even though she was already riled-up, the zebra still shivered antsily while laying in wait in her bondage.
“My goodness…” Garble glanced back at Zecora with a wide and fanged grin, and decided to ask in a teasing tone, “What’s a naughty little girl like you doing with a potion like this?~”
Zecora may have been growing needy for some action, but that didn’t mean she was above playing along with the dragon’s jeering. She looked back at him with narrowed eyes and asked rather bluntly, “Well, why don’t you pop that cap and find out? Isn’t that what this capture is about?~”
Garble’s grin grew even more randy, and he held up the funnel in his other claw while one of his brows raised up. “And is this part of the capture as well, babe?~”
Instead of nodding her head, the bound zebra gave a suspiciously coy-looking grin before shrugging her shoulders. She didn’t say anything following that, and only giggled through her pursed muzzle while wriggling her plump rear.
“Oooohhhh, now you got me guessing some dirty things~” growled Garble with an eager shiver of his own. While Fizzle and Clump grinned at each other and gave an excited claw-bump, the red dragon stepped up towards the rock to take advantage of their captive zebra. His talons caught onto the top hem of Zecora’s skirt, and quickly ripped it off in one swift motion. Zecora’s head reeled back as she moaned out from that savage undressing, unable to stop it while her body was tied up so obscenely. Garble also ripped off the zebra’s top, which left her breasts as bare as her ass while laying completely nude before the three dragons. Of course, considering how Clump and Fizzle were unclothed as well, it seemed only fair that Zecora followed suit.
“Mmmmm~” Garble was quick to grope both of Zecora’s bare cheeks with his claws, eliciting another hungry moan from the zebra. He pulled apart those thick, luscious mounds of striped flesh, he licked his lips naughtily upon seeing that flawless, petite pink pucker sitting in wait. The dragon growled to himself softly like the predator he was, and barely give any warning before he dove in and said, “I gotta get in on this~”
Zecora gasped with her eyes as wide as frisbees the instant she felt that scaled muzzle press in firmly between her cheeks, and that draconic tongue slid out to penetrate her helpless hole. “GNAAAHHH!!~” The zebra’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she couldn’t hold back her arousal anymore as she let out a deep and unrelenting moan. Even as she heard Clump and Fizzle’s horny snickering from behind, the striped fur along her back stood on end from Garble’s ravenous rimming. His muffled growls and slurps were loud enough to echo throughout the cave while his eyes were clenched shut, and he gripped Zecora’s ass tightly to eat it out like a starving animal.
“AAAHHHH!!~” Zecora’s toes were curling in like mad, and her back tried its hardest to arch inward while she moaned out in absolute rapture. Garble’s tongue was plunging in and out of her hole, and dragging against her sensitive walls intensely enough to leave her completely at the dragon’s mercy. As for Garble himself, the sounds of Zecora’s sultry cries made each flick of his thin tongue all the more rewarding. If it wasn’t for his intentions, he would’ve likely just shoved his cock inside of her already, and make her keep moaning as their personal toy. But even though his erection was rock-hard and throbbing while untouched, he was able to control himself by the time he finally slipped his tongue out with a wet pop. While Zecora was left quivering atop the rock and trying to catch her breath, her hole was left glistening with a thick sheen of saliva while strings were still connected to the dragon’s lips.
“Jeeze, dude~” piped Clump with a small huff. “You mind saving some of that slut’s ass for us?~”
“What, you think that’s all this bitch has?” said Garble with a quick glance back at his friends. As he turned his attention back towards the bound zebra still moaning in heat, his grin turned more sinister as he added in a devilish tone, “Heck… I’m willing to bet our little slut is practically begging to get her ass wrecked by all of us~ Isn’t that right?~”
“Nnnnffff!!~” Zecora’s body quivered relentlessly, and it was clear her previous ‘Damsel is Distress’ persona was long gone. Instead of acting meek or “unwilling,” the zebra reeled her head back as she moaned out shamelessly, “Aaaahhhh! P… P-Pleeeeaaassssssse go back to… t-to filling my butt! I’d… I-I’d loooooove to be your guys’ slut!!~”
Clump and Fizzle cackled like a couple of horny hyenas as they pounded their claws in solidarity, loving how riled-up Zecora was getting before their sessions even started. Meanwhile, Garble’s grin became more curiously wicked while he picked up that funnel he left beside Zecora on the rock. “Is that so, you little whore?~” he asked while using his free claw to rub along the nape of Zecora’s back, making sure to keep her shivering in dire need. “So, when you tell me to fill your tight little ass…”
Without warning, the tube end of that funnel slipped between the zebra’s cheeks quickly enough to elicit a sharp yelp from her in surprise. But aside from a small involuntary jolt, Zecora didn’t seem to resist the feeling of that funnel entering her tight, lubed-up hole while behind the grinning dragon. “... does that mean what I think it should mean?~” Garble asked with an enticed-looking grin, knowing that it was doubtful she would try to say otherwise by this point.
All that Zecora had to do was peer back at Garble to see that the green bottle was back in his other claw, before she shivered with an antsy grin and nodded her head.
“Good to know~” he purred before he brought the bottle up to his muzzle, and he used his fangs to pop off that cork and spit it out of sight. “Because from the way you’re acting right now, I doubt you need too much of this stuff~ But still…”
Despite his statement, Garble held the funnel firmly in place as he tipped the bottle in his claw, and poured a dark green syrupy substance into the bowl. The moment that fluid started to pour directly inside of her, the zebra spasmed strongly in her bondage as she let out an even deeper moan than before. Zecora could feel every nerve in her body instantly start to tingle mercilessly, and sent strong enough shivers up her spine to make it feel like she was being hit by a surging wave of electricity. Her heart began thundering like mad inside of her chest, and her pussy winked more intensely as it started gushing like a fountain between her legs. Her aching clit was pulsating and burning like a beacon, making her feel like she was about to cum at any second with each ounce of the fluid that flooded her insides.
And best of all, by the time Garble stopped pouring that aphrodisiac potion down Zecora’s funnel, he had only used up half of the bottle. And while the horny zebra was squirming desperately in her bondage with her needy cunt winking intensely, Garble gave a half-hearted shrug before he brought the bottle up to his own lips. “Well, why the fuck not?” he muttered to himself before taking a hearty swig.
After only a couple of gulps, the dragon pulled the bottle away with a swift jerk of his arm, and shuddered strongly while his eyes clenched shut. His entire body shivered like Zecora’s had, with his cock becoming especially jittery from how much it throbbed between his tensed legs. Clump and Fizzle looked over at each other for a second, unsure how to feel about their leader’s response to that potion. However, as soon as the red dragon let out a deep and shaky groan, Clump wasn’t one to reject the bottle when it was handed over to him. And while the two dragons started to take turns sipping the mixture, Garble was already staring at that dripping zebra cunt with his claws twitching by his waist. “Oooooohhhhhhhh… You’re really gonna get it now~”
Garble grabbed Zecora by both sides of her curvaceous waist, and let out a deep groan through his teeth as he rammed his thick cock into that waiting pussy. Zecora bellowed out a deep and unbridled moan that echoed throughout the cave, and quivered needily under the dragon’s unrelenting grasp. Due to that potent elixir, Garble felt like a complete beast as his energy was intensified tenfold, like he was just given ten adrenaline shots at the same time through his heart and his cock. And as tufts of smoke bellowed from his nostrils with each rapid breath he took, he gave Zecora’s cunny absolutely no mercy while ramming against her ass faster than a jackhammer.
“GNNNNAAAAHHHHHHH!!!~”
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!!!
“Nnnnnnnghhhhh!!!~” Garble groaned through gritted teeth as he plowed that gushing zebra pussy with no avail, with the continuous sound of his smacking hips just barely being overdrawn by Zecora’s wailing cries of pleasure. Her body tensed up tremendously as she endured each spine-tingling thrust the dragon was giving her, which was causing her cunt to spasm uncontrollably in an attempt to grip his shaft for all it was worth. But as the rabid fucking continued, Zecora’s body convulsed strongly enough to spit that funnel from her ass with surprising force. Multiple spurts of that elixir she crafted shot out of her hole like a geyser, but didn’t seem to bother Gable in the slightest while it sprayed across his stomach and waist; if anything, that unexpected enema only intensified the dragon’s rutting as the green mixture dribbled down to his cock, and ended up being an additional lube to further titillate both of them at the same time.
“Aaaahhhhh!!~” Garble could feel his entire body growing hotter in lust with each second he spent fucking their striped slut, and could already feel himself growing close to orgasm due to that potion. Of course, the red dragon could also hear his two buddies groaning in intense pleasure and need from behind him, as well as the sound of that now empty bottle shattering on the ground beneath their feet. While Clump and Fizzle struggled to push each other out of the way to rush towards Zecora’s moaning muzzle first, Garble groaned with a sharp gasp as he tried to speak dominantly towards their designated toy. “Mmmmmfffff… Y-You… You better get reeeeaaaallllllll comfy on that rock, you little whore! Be… B-Because we’re not gonna let you go for a long fuckin’ time!!~”
Despite how threateningly genuine the dragon’s tone sounded, Zecora only moaned out even deeper in absolute bliss while her body was being rocked back and forth against the cold stone. “AAAHHHHH!! Y-Y… You think that worries me, you savage?!” she shouted with a winded jeer between heated breaths. “M… My… MY CUNT IS FOR YOU THREE TO RAVAGE!!!~”
Less than a second after that impulsive rhyme bellowed out from her open muzzle, Zecora felt a thick dragon cock ram itself between her lips before she could even take a breath. While Fizzle was laying on the ground after being violently pushed aside, Clump gripped Zecora by her mohawk by both claws while he fucked her face just as brutally as Garble was pounding her pussy. The two dragons didn’t think to time their thrusts, so the poor zebra was relentlessly being rocked back and forth between their pounding hips, while her body was being squished under their weight like an accordion. Sweat was already beading down both of their unwashed scaled bodies, and was only going to turn more pungent as the day went on with their bound slut. But despite that unflattering fact, Zecora’s nostrils couldn’t stop flaring in shameless devotion while she endured both of the dragons’ cocks piercing her holes like there was no tomorrow.
Fizzle was left on the sidelines jerking off desperately to the sight before him, struggling not to shoot his load too early while Zecora was being used by both of his friends like a jizzrag. Fortunately, it seemed the white dragon wouldn’t need to wait too long for one of them to let up in overwhelming lust. Along with intensifying their senses and giving them absurd amounts of energy, Zecora’s potion also ensured that any orgasms the group had came hard, consistently, with the bare minimum of time needed to go over and over again. So despite how loudly Fizzle whined in spine-tingling need, it wasn’t as loud as Garble’s hefty groan the instant his balls began to writhe upward to deliver his first load.
“Aaaahhhh!! Her… Here it comes, you lit… l-little… YOU LITTLE FUCKING WHOOOORRREEEEE!!!~”
With a long and deafening cry, Garble rammed his hips as hard against Zecora’s ass as he could while skewering his cock deep into her hungry cunt. Even with Clump’s member ramming in and out between her drooling lips, the zebra’s eyes rolled back as she tried to let out a muffled moan of nirvanic pleasure. Meanwhile, her bound legs strained tightly against the ropes from each hot, gushing surge of Garble’s cum that she felt flooding into her deepest depths, and claiming her womb with his virile seed. She didn’t know if her birth control was going to give out throughout the entirety of this experience, but she wouldn’t have minded if one of those three beasts somehow claimed her with how many times they were planning to wreck her pussy for all it was worth.
“NNNNNGHHHHH!!!~” Garble delivered several more hard, brutal thrusts into that sloppily-used cunny while it was drooling with rivulets of his own cum, as well as Zecora’s syrupy secretions. But fortunately, despite how riled-up he still felt, Garble was considerate enough to pull out of the slut while his cock was still rock-hard. Fizzle impatiently pushed him aside as he grabbed Zecora by her hips, and shoved himself into that dripping pussy in less than a second. The zebra went right back to trying to moan through Clump’s cock, even as it was brutally barreling in and out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Garble only needed a few moments to collect himself as he heard both of his friends’ lustrous growls, and wiped his cock clean with a swipe of his claw.
“OHHHHH!!!~” Clump drove his hips against Zecora’s face hard enough to risk breaking her snout, but the volley of hot dragon cum that erupted down the zebra’s throat was enough to make her shiver between both of those rigid cocks. Garble could hear the faint gulps Zecora tried to make over the sounds of Clump and Fizzle’s smacking thrusts, and shivered antsily with a wickedly wide grin. However, before he could try to get in on that slutty mouth to give her another filling, Garble took notice of a particular item laid out on the floor among Zecora’s other potions, which happened to be a black permanent marker. The red dragon’s smile grew more sinister, and he took advantage of the whore’s temporary silence to make their time more memorable.
“Alright… One for me,” noted Garble as he uncapped the pen, and placed the first tally mark right along one of Zecora’s pristine white stripes. As soon as Clump’s spent cock pulled out of her mouth, the zebra moaned out as she felt that felt tip marking her fur with the first of many, many tally marks to come. And even as Fizzle moaned out shakily with each hard thrust he made, which caused Zecora’s bound body to rock back and forth against the rock, Garble still
had enough dexterity to easily place another tally mark on a white stripe right along the nape of the zebra’s neck. “Aaaaaand… one for Clump~”
After handing the fat dragon his pen to continue the markings, Garble rushed up towards her face with a more devilish grin. Even as he gripped the top of her mohawk painfully with his claw, Zecora still moaned with a deeply aroused grin while rocking from Fizzle’s rampant thrusts. Her half-lidded gaze peered up at Garble with a look of pure adoration, like she wasn’t above begging to take his cock so soon after he came inside of her. Meanwhile, Garble chuckled with a cocky grin while he held her head in place, and teasingly smacked her cheek a couple times with his erection. “Heh heh heh… You want more dragon cock, you little cum-dump?~”
Zecora may have been dripping with dragon splooge from her lips and pussy already, and was currently being fucked relentlessly by the moaning Fizzle from behind, but her needy grin couldn’t be deterred as she nodded almost instantly. “Y-YES! I… I want more of your guys’ seed!~” she moaned without any sign of guilt or remorse in her quivering voice. “Pl… PLEASE give me what I desperately need!!~”
“That’s good enough for me!” Garble piped before he pulled Zecora’s head in, and shoved his cock right inside of that open muzzle like a living fleshlight. And much like earlier, the zebra’s busty figure went right back to rocking between two rigid draconic cocks without any sign of resistance, almost as if the bondage was straight-up unnecessary. Her blushed face showed the clearest signs of elation and contentment while she was being used in such a raw and uninhibited manner, even as remnants of Clump’s jizz trickled down the sides of her muzzle. And as the potion’s effects lingered on throughout her system, the zebra’s eyes eventually closed shut while savoring the moment for all it was worth. She felt another swipe of that felt pen as Clump added another tally mark, just as she felt Fizzle’s cock throbbing intensely inside of her needy cunt. And even as her nerves tingled relentlessly from another surge of hot cum flooding her hungry womb, her body absolutely refused to let her settle down; of course, given how long the elixir’s effects were slated to last, Zecora knew that her dragons’ primal urges had only just begun to surge…
Many, Many Hours Later
Zecora had lost count of how long she must have been restrained inside of that dark and desolate cave. Even though she couldn’t exactly tell the time while her pussy and mouth were being continuously stuffed with dragon cock, the zebra had noted that the sun had fallen and risen more than once through her ordeal. But despite that significant fact, Zecora didn’t seem to mind too much while her thighs and chin were matted with copious amounts of cum. And even as the hours turned to days, the three dragons using her mercilessly never needed to take a break while flooding her aching womb, and filling more of her white stripes with countless tally marks; and due to their constant thrusting and copious physical strain, the stench of their musky sweat was thick enough for Zecora to taste on her cum-coated tongue.
By the time her pussy had become too loose and sloppily-used to warrant claiming, the zebra’s body was much more black than it was white from how many marks she had from that pen. Her mohawk was unfurled and frayed from how many times Garble and his friends grabbed her hair for their constant face-fuckings, and enough cum had drooled from her lips to leave her chin and neck almost completely coated in drying splooge. But despite how brutally used she may have looked while still laying atop that rock (as well as that massive puddle of dragon cum between her legs that constantly dribbled off the sides), the zebra never stopped moaning during each brief instance one of those thick cocks slipped out from her ever-open muzzle.
Eventually, the rabid dragons alternated to claiming Zecora’s tight ass as a substitute by the time her cunny was deemed wrecked beyond usage. Of course, since all four of them were still deeply influenced by the potion’s effects, Zecora didn’t even flinch by the time she felt their burning hot loads shooting into her bowels ad nauseum. The deeply-imbedded marks from their claws were starting to remain more significantly as their rampant poundings continued on, which were almost as noticeable as the numerous tally marks that kept being drawn across her naked body. She was sure that the three were writing other things as well, but she had no way of knowing while her holes were being constantly filled with prime draconic cockmeat.
All along Zecora’s rocking back, the dragons had written quite a few disparaging comments and names for their little bitch wherever the tally marks couldn’t reach just yet. They may have not been very literate, but the three knew how to write several variations of the word ‘SLUT’ in bold font with that permanent ink. While Garble added the word ‘HORE’ right along the zebra’s forehead like a billboard, Clump was able to draw several arrows towards that thick ass with the caption ‘USE ME WENEVER’ rather bluntly. As for Fizzle, he focused on drawing crude doodles of cartoon penises on any open space he could find, including both of Zecora’s cum-splattered cheeks.
Eventually, just as the zebra finally begin to grow visibly tired, it seemed that her asshole had developed the same signs of fatigue as her gaped, stretched-out cunny had been subjected to. Dozens upon dozens of brutal penetrations, jackhammer-esque thrusts, and copious fillings of hot dragon cum, left that poor zebra hole completely wrecked from its massive stretching. But alas, despite how dire her backside may have looked in its overused and cum-dribbling state, there was still a notable smile on Zecora’s face by the time the dragons’ fun began to slow down little by little.
“Mnnnnnghhhhh…” Fizzle slipped his twitching, semi-flaccid shaft from the slut’s glistening lips before he fell back on his ass. The white dragon panted tiredly as he wiped his forehead with the back of his claw, and his cheeks sported a shade of pink as deep as the scales that ran across his head and back. Clump was laid out on his back as well, breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon; of course, his thick cock was still standing erect and throbbing for just a little more relief. Garble was leaned against the side of the cum-slathered rock Zecora was on, and needed to catch his breath while hearing Fizzle say, “Do… do you think we’re good, dude?”
Garble glanced down at their bound and striped slut, who seemed just as fatigued by their multi-day romp as the dragons did. However, he also took notice of the pursed grin Zecora tried to hide across her blushed and splattered face. It was obvious that her body was out for the count, but her heart was still pounding for just a little more fun before she would consider this experience complete. Fortunately, since all three of the dragons’ cocks were still erect, Garble looked back at his buddies and asked, “Well… how about just one little parting gift before we send this slut back on her way home?~”
It seemed that Clump and Fizzle knew exactly what their friend was referring to, since their grins grew just as wide as Zecora’s did. As the two dragons tried to pull themselves up for one final go, Garble decided to give their zebra a small act of generosity by undoing her ropes. When the bitch was finally freed from her restraints, Garble turned her over so she was now laying on her back on top of the rock. Zecora let out a brief whimper due to her tiredness, but her blushed grin didn’t let up while she was laid out with her breasts and wrecked pussy on full display. She sighed in relief while she moved her arms and legs around, but didn’t try to “escape” from her captors’ clutches just yet…
“Alright, boys!” barked Garble as he, Clump, and Fizzle stood around the zebra’s face with their erect cocks at full mast. As the three began to stroke themselves vigorously with their claws, Zecora bit her lips with a sensual moan while rubbing her slender physique with both hands untied. Her fingers grasped around the sides of her plump, voluptuous breasts, groping them just as lewdly as the dragons had when they first claimed her as their own personal toy. But now, the striped slut was openly coaxing them to their last round of completion as they tugged at their shick shafts more intensely, and growled primally down at her prone and willing form. “Mmmmmffff~” Garble shuddered with an enticed grin as he watched her start to pinch at her petite nipples, and directed his cock down towards those as it throbbed even harder in his grasp. “If… I-If you walk home… Without cleaning yourself off… W-We’ll come to your house next week to really fuck you up!~”
Zecora’s back arched inward from the rock as she moaned deeply, and pinched her nipples even tighter in arousal. Fizzle and Clump groaned with their fangs tightly clenched shut, clearly happy with their leader’s idea as well. Her legs tried to clench together, but her gaping pussy was still drooling with an obscene amount of dragon cum as she groaned over the sounds of the dragons’ meaty faps. “I… I didn’t expect such an offer from you three~ B-But I… I’m willing to accept that offer with glee!!~”
“Aaaahhhhh!!!~” Garble’s eyes clenched shut as he threw his head back, and moaned out while jerking off right over the zebra’s bare chest. While Clump and Fizzle’s hips spasmed wildly from their incoming orgasms, Garble was the first to shoot his load as thick, heavy ropes of milky white cum landed across both of Zecora’s flawless breasts. The white strings of jizz contrasted wonderfully against the zebra’s black stripes, and she couldn’t help moaning as her cunt winked profusely in one final convulsion of her remaining climax. As the slutty zebra moaned out direly from those intensely hot ropes of dragon cum splattering across her chest, her open mouth proved to be the perfect target for the remaining dragons’ cocks. While Fizzle’s cock spurted out an especially large strand of cum that shot directly into her muzzle, Clump’s potent load proved to be slightly less successful as a large rope landed right across her forehead. A gooey strand hung from her mohawk while she continued to moan, and the three dragons continued to pump their cocks for that final act of cilactic debauchery.
Even as the potion’s effects started to wane off, that didn’t mean the three perverted beasts couldn’t unload a massive volley of jizz to coat Zecora’s writhing body for that final go. Garble kept grunting as rope after rope shot out of his cock, and draped over more of the zebra’s beasts and slender stomach. As for the other two dragons, their hefty strings of splooge tried to coat as many parts of her face and mane as they could aim towards. Of course, since Zecora was moaning endlessly like the slut she was, both of them managed to unload multiple ropes of cum between those quivering lips to fill that hungry maw. Fortunately though, the zebra wasn’t too overwhelmed by those hot, satisfying cumshots to not wait until they began to cease, before she eventually closed her mouth to give one last swallow.
“GLK!~” Garble shivered as he saw that thick bulge of his buddies’ cum traveling down Zecora’s throat, which was followed by her mouth opening wide to show a clean tongue as she sighed deeply. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…~”
Garble finally collapsed atop the rock while Zecora laid in her cum-drenched state. Meanwhile, Fizzle and Clump fell back to the ground as they promptly passed out, unable to do much more after that very overzealous weekend. The red dragon may have been just as wiped as the others, but he had just enough energy left in him to lean down towards her face, and give a tender kiss right at the tip of her snout. While the zebra giggled tiredly back up at him, she blushed with an enamored smile as she heard him say, “So… you still live in that tree-hut, right?~”
Zecora nodded her head with a warm grin, and replied, “That is right, my very passionate friend… And I’ll be sure to prepare on my end~”
“I hope you do, babe~” cooed Garble with a more loving tone, before he rested his head in just beneath the nape of her bare neck. And as the two finally began to settle down for some much-needed sleep, he muttered with one final breath of consciousness, “... I hope you do…”
