Courage snuggled down into the soft bed, feeling intensely delighted. Somewhere on the other side of the mattress lay a vaguely-annoyed Starlight Twist, but Courage had decided she wasn’t going to let Starry’s bad mood ruin her happiness. This place was heaven. Every minute she spent in here made it feel more like home.

Courage seemed to know where everything was. She could read every label and she knew every potion. Before they’d turned in, she’d decided to try creating several brews listed in the potion ledger kept in the laboratory, including the last one listed called, “The Elixir of Endless Passion.”

She’d successfully brewed two of them, but something had forced her not to try it. She’d been disappointed of course, but she couldn’t shake the knowledge that she wasn’t ready for it. At least, not yet.

As soft snoring floated from the other side of the bed, Courage let her mind drift and wander, imaging what it would be like to actually live here as the Shauku the Passionate had. What it would have been like to enjoy life as he had? To have his experiences… to have…

Her mind drifted toward sleep, though she had the oddest sense of something catching her mind as it wandered toward the dreamscape. The thing tucked her mind in close. Then it snuggled her back down into her body, the thing snuggling down inside of her as well…

Courage moaned, all four legs spread and facing up as she lay in the center of the bed. Her pussy ached with need, worse than any heat she’d ever had. She felt small and happy and horny. A tiny piece of her wondered why she had suddenly moved, but the warmth washed those worries away. Above, she could actually hear the storm.

“The spirits of the sky outdid themselves with the storm, did they not?” came a strong, confident voice from somewhere in the shadows around her. The voice seemed to slip into her through her eager pussy and her ears. “Perfect from keeping your mate from leaving this place before the time was right.”

“Yes,” Courage agreed readily. It felt good to agree with the voice of sex personified. “She was so insistent. It was kinda annoying.”

“Indeed,” the voice said from somewhere else. Courage bucked as if she’s just been rammed with a particularly thick dildo. “I’ve had apprentices such as her before. Impudent ones that I am foolishly fond of. Sad that none were with me the day I nearly perfect that potion. Had they been, I would have had someone to sate my lusts and I would not have ended as I had.”

Courage looked around at the corners of the room, whimpering as another wave of heat rolled through her.

“What you feel now is but a fraction of what I have endured for quite some time. The greatest lust potion ever crafted… but one that demands release into a willing partner. I miscalculated and found myself consumed. Much like you are being consumed now.”

It was true, it was getting harder and harder to think about anything but her need. She tried to use a hoof to relieve herself, but her limbs wouldn’t obey her commands. She tried to figure out why… but such conclusions seemed beyond her now. Memory began to slip, too, making it hard to remember how she became here. Everything she knew seemed to slide just out of reach… and she wasn’t sure if she cared.

“Do not worry, my new vessel, you have not become a fool. You will retain that keen intellect for I shall need it in the days ahead. You simply have other needs. Needs that must be met. And only I can meet them.”

“W-what do… do I need to… what should I do?” Courage panted, her hips bucking entirely on their own.

“Take the potion I had you slip into your bags. The black and white one, it shall prime you and prepare you to blossom as you so desperately desire.”

Courage nodded. The strange voice sounded so confident. How could anypony argue with somepony like this? Somepony so virile and strong, so much stronger than her…

A phantom hoof brushed her aching mound and Courage cried out in desire, trembling in want.

“You will be changed to suit my needs. As long as that pleases you, drink the potion. You will know when the time is right to step into the circle. Only then will you bloom as only I can make you bloom.”

“Yes… of course, Master Shaman,” Courage mumbled. The touch had given her enough knowledge to address her new God of Sex by his other title. “Whatever you say.”

“Excellent, vessel.”

“But… what of my mate?” Courage asked as a single thought bubbled to the surface through the sea of lust.

“You care for her enough to ask through the haze of lust? Impressive. Then she will be made to serve as our assistant. She will be reshaped into the proper form. Starting with the mind, continuing with the body and finishing with her mind. It is important that she is fully dedicated. Fully submissive to our needs, both lust-driven and otherwise. Do you agree?”

Starry would be made into a submissive, needy assistant while Courage become one with the greatest zebra alchemist who ever lived. It sounded perfect. She already knew how Starry would respond. She would jump at the chance!

You are close now, vessel. He said in her mind, his voice teasing her from the inside out. Close enough that I will be with you as you prepare. I shall guide you. Enjoy this time, for it will be your last as a pony.

Courage didn’t mind. Who cared about being a pony? As long as she sated her lusts, she was happy being anything the Master Shaman wanted her to be.

Anything at all.

Author's Note

Why can't I ever have good times like this~? All I want is one night being possessed by a hot zebra stallion~!

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