Potions & Passions

by Honeydrops

Rating: mature
Tags: Zebra, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure, Sex
Length: 18655

Seeking the forgotten home of Shauku the Passionate in the wild jungles of Zebrica, two ponies soon find themselves in a fight for their very sanity against a lustful spirit intent on remaking them in his image.

Seeking the forgotten home of Shauku the Passionate in the wild jungles of Zebrica, two ponies soon find themselves in a fight for their very sanity against a lustful spirit intent on remaking them in his image.

Cover Art by WillisRisque*

A ever-so-sexy commission from the beautiful Courage Fire!

Wanna commission me and get to transform your favorite ponies in some way (and more!)? Head over here, then send me a PM! ~<3

Spoiler Contents: A pony who has trouble keeping her magic to herself in dangerous jungles, memory-play (not mind control), the slow corruption and brainwashing of two very lusty ponies (definitely mind control), transformations of ponies into zebras in body and mind (that may or may not result in sexy futa action), minor submission, and even more transformations!

*I've tried contacting WillisRisque about the cover, but he seems to have shut down all contact. If he sees this and wants me to pull this cover, I will happily do so.

Published 2019-07-06 23:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-06 23:30:02 UTC

No Ghosts

Courage couldn’t help but admire the home. The more time she studied it, the friendlier it became. The place was huge, far larger than the standard baobab tree huts of the Zebrican Shamans. Likely a family of eight could live in this single tree and still have plenty of space. She wondered idly what it would be like to live here, working nonstop on sensual potions that would tease the body and ensnare the mind. What possibilities lay within?

She found herself getting wetter by the moment just thinking of it. And so, when she reached the front door, she didn’t hesitate in the slightest to throw it open, despite Starry’s protests.

Courage glanced into the darkness and lit her horn, sending waves of violet light out over the interior.

“Oh look. No ghosts.” Courage grinned back at Starry.

Starry didn’t look amused.

Something teased Courage further in. A strange sensation in her needy sex pulsed and she practically hopped over the threshold. When she landed on the smooth wood of the entryway, she almost came right then and there. Having all four hooves on the ground in this place felt so right.

Starry stumbled beside her, shaking her head. “Ugh, this place gives me the creeps.”

Courage didn’t bother looking at her. She was far too entranced by her surroundings.

The entryway of the large baobab home looked perfectly in order. There wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. To the left and the right were curving sets of stairs that led to the upper stories of the immense tree. Before them stood a pair of thick, carved wooden doors, flanked on either side by statues of two impressively-curved rearing zebra mares.

On the sides of the room stood shelves and dozens upon dozens of potions and trinkets. Despite the lack of use, everything looked perfect.

“Okay, yeah, this is all kinds of wrong.”

Courage rolled her eyes and glared at Starry. “You weren’t nearly this skittish when we found the Craven’s Crystal Caverns. And that was ten times worse than that.”

Starry ruffled her wings, her slitted eyes dancing back and forth. “That’s because we were about an hour away from freezing to death in the Deep North!”

“So the zebra… or zebras… who lived here had some sort of system that mimics a prestidigitation spell for the home. Plenty of unicorn homes have that!”

“Those homes don’t have something watching us!” Starry shot back.

Courage growled under her breath. “Okay, that’s it. I’m going forward.”

As soon as Courage said that, another pulse came from the spinning ball of wind between her legs. She barely caught herself from moaning out loud.

Courage used her horn to throw the doors before them open… and finally gasped in perfect time with Starry. This time, Starry didn’t resist when they walked in together.

Courage had been an enchantress for most of her life. Alchemy had been a natural outgrowth of that particular field of work. During their time exploring the far reaches of the world, she’d seen many different kinds of enchanting and alchemical setups. Some advanced and refined, such as those in Canterlot University’s Magebrook Wing, some wild and strange, like the Potion Forge of Red Crabapple.

What she saw before her put all of them to shame.

The entire central hub of the great treehouse was an alchemical wonderland. A massive series of glass tubes and reservoirs dominated the ceiling above them. Tables lined the room, each set up with multiple motar and pestle sets. The tables were all crafted from a different substance, from jade to bronze. If she wasn’t mistaken, one entire table was full of planters of the delicate flower, Heart’s Desire. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see that here, especially considering the owner’s name.

Alembics, retorts, aduels, beakers, tubes, droppers and hundreds of other tools were carefully placed throughout the chamber in perfect order. All of it centered around a massive combination of what had to be a device that doubled as both athanor and magical furnace.

But the greatest find was when she brightened her horn and revealed the walls.

“Shelves…” Courage squeaked. “Those are… labeled, alchemical storage shelves! Enough reagents to go dominate half Equestria’s alchemical industry for a decade!”

“Maybe more…” Starry murmured.

“Celestia on a pogo stick,” Courage whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “This… this is incredible…”

“No arguments here,” Starry whispered as she stared around the immense display of alchemical genius.

Courage slowly wandered through the room. She only recognized maybe half of the devices, yet they all seemed strangely familiar. She ran a hoof across a finished and labeled potion sitting on a table all by itself, the liquid a strange swirling mixture of white and black. It seemed rather beautiful, actually. She stared at it, only to see the flicker of light play across it’s surface.

She glanced up as her saddlebag rustled. Far above, she spied a dark blue sky with a few gray clouds floating lazily by. The center of the treehouse rose up to an enormous skylight. In fact, Courage almost though she could see mirrors positioned at various points down the central shaft—through which no tube went. Maybe it was for alchemical work requiring certain aspects of the sun, moon and stars. Equestrian alchemy rarely had such requirements, but the zebras had been doing things with alchemy for far longer than ponies.

She finally crossed to the other side of the room and froze in place, gasping.

“Courage?” In a few moments, Starry was at Courage’s side. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh… uh…”

Just looking at the magic circle that lay on the other side of the athanor furnace from the entryway door made her ache with need. She wanted nothing more than to settle herself in that circle, drop her front, jut out her hips and lift her tail. She wanted to bloom so badly, even though she didn’t even fully understand what that meant. She didn’t need to. She wanted it. She needed it.

“That’s… a very strange circle.” Starry strode forward, though she didn’t cross the circle’s threshold. “I’m no expert on zebra alchemical formula, but this circle seems multipurpose. It has symbols for both males and females. Maybe Shauku—assuming that’s who lived here—was exploring the manipulation of genders?”

Courage knew what this meant, but it was just slightly beyond her. She scratched at her mane. A few locks of hair fell in front of her face. To her shock, they were… they were black! In fact, a piece of it was… white? That—

That’s completely normal. Always had that.

She shivered slightly and smiled. “That’s what I was interested in, actually. It’s strange to have a circle to do both.”

“Hrm,” Starry scratched her head before turning back to Courage. “Now, you probably want to inventory the whole room or something, but we need to check out the rest of the house first, okay?”

“But…”

“Courage,” Starry said firmly.

“Fine,” Courage muttered, glowering at her marefriend. “Let’s at least do it quick then.”

Starry gave her a sunny smile and the two of them left the alchemical wonderland through the other pair of doors, revealing the room beyond to be a full kitchen, with a fully-stocked pantry. Starry made another comment about the place being creepy, one that Courage promptly ignored. She knew what should be here. And that’s exactly what was here. Everything was perfect.

When they reached the first floor, Starry pulled out her notebook. Using her wand and a quill, she began to take notes on everything she was seeing. Courage still had yet to figure out why her marefriend was so obsessed with keeping all of their journeys logged neatly, but it had never been worth complaining about. And since it prevented her from making comments about the house being creepy, she didn’t protest.

The second floor contained what appeared to be a large dining chamber, a plush living room and a massive library, with the library taking up a full half of the circumference around the center of the tree. Starry pulled Courage out before Courage could dive into the wonders of the zebra texts. At least Starry promised they could explore it later.

The third floor contained the living quarters, eight medium-sized bedrooms with full-sized bed and a small bathroom with magical plumbing. Each one of these looked the same, reminding Courage of nothing more than small hotel rooms. The only odd thing was the mask in each room seemed to be a mask of apprenticeship. Odd, but nothing truly strange.

Thoughts on the masks vanished when Courage and Starry investigated the ninth bedroom at the very end of the circular hallway. This proved to be much more interesting.

Courage pushed open the doors to reveal what had to be the bedchambers of the master of the house. Dark wood lined the walls and the ceiling, while friendly masks of greeting, comfort, rest and—Courage smiled—passion hung in strategic points. A mammoth Canterlot Princess-sized bed dominated the room while perfectly neat and tidy while sofas, bookcases, ornaments were set against the wall. Six potion-filled show globes hung from the ceiling, each filled with a different ever-churning liquid, including one directly above the bed. Lights were provided by small alchemical globes set into the walls, as they were in all the chambers of the massive treehouse.

“This… okay, it’s official, I want to live here,” Courage declared.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Starry replied with a shake of her head. “I think we’ve been thorough enough. It’s time to check out the lab, then the library if we have time. If we’re lucky, we might make it back to Assem Village before nightfall.”

Without even bothering to ask Courage’s opinion, Starry turned tail and marched back downstairs.

Then, another pulse came within her sex. A wonderful pulse that felt just so very right. And it told her to go with it for now. She was getting closer by the moment. A little longer. Just a little longer.

Courage trotted behind Starry as they made their way downstairs to the ground floor. Before Courage could get into the lab, Starry stopped her.

“Let’s check outside. With all the windows shut and that odd blue glow, I can’t figure out what time it is.”

Starry once again left without asking for Courage’s opinion. But this time, it worked to her advantage.

Because the moment Starry opened the door, a crack of lightning crashed through the sky overhead. Starry squealed and jumped back, staring out at the raging storm outside. Winds whipped at the trees, rain was practically going sideways and thunder rolled overhead.

“How did we not hear this?!” Starry cried as she turned to glare at Courage, as if this was somehow her fault.

“You’re the pegasi!” Courage shot back. “You tell me!”

Starry squinted into the jungle, though it was very quickly becoming impossible to see. The storm had already hastened the coming of the night. Finally, Starry sighed and yanked the doors closed.

“Looks like you get your wish. We’re staying here tonight,” Starry muttered. “Even if this feels like one of those bad cliches…”

Courage beamed at her… though she couldn’t help feel that something else was smiling even wider.

Author's Note

BOO~! Did I scare you? No!? Awww. *pout*

Lemme know if you find some mistakes by PM! <3

Bedtime Stories

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~!

Let me know if you find a mistake by PM <3 :3

Needs Awoken

Starry awoke to a strange warmth wandering over her body. It was similar to that ache she’d been feeling all day. She’d barely managed to beat it down when they arrived at this stupid house. But now, it was back and back with a vengeance.

It felt as if somepony were incessantly teasing their feathers along her sex. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. Especially since—considering how wet she was already—she’d been feeling it for quite some time.

There was nothing for it. She needed Courage. Badly.

“Courage, honey?” Starry called, her voice low and sultry. “Um… I know I’ve been a little harsh with you today, but… oh dammit, something about this place… I need you.”

Saying those words felt wonderful, almost as if someone had just licked her sex from top to bottom. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips as she rubbed at her aching pussy.

“So, um… Courage… I…” She hesitated. “Courage?”

Her silence was odd. No matter what, Courage always tended to wake up to her sounds of need. She slowly worked her way through the sheets, leaving a few damp spots as she went.

When she got to the other side, there was nopony there.

“Courage?” she called louder, getting a little worried, though her need didn’t lessen.

Still no answer.

Frowning, she got out of bed and trotted for the main door. But every movement felt strange and sensual, like invisible hooves wandering over her. By the time she reached the first stairway, she was panting. By the time she made it down the stairs, she was whimpering. Unable to stop herself, she hurried downward, her wet sex beginning to drip down her leg.

Some part of her asked silly questions, like why she was so damn horny. The rest of her didn’t care. She needed… she needed…

Starry stumbled onto the ground level and let out a low, lewd mewl of need.

You need to be fucked by your Master.

Starry nodded despite herself. She knew she didn’t have a Master, but she also knew she needed somepony else’s touch. She would do nearly anything for that. This wasn’t the kind of need she could solve on her own.

There was only one place Courage could be. Only one place left. As the sounds of the storm increased outside, she stumbled for the main doors to the alchemical lab.

Time to meet the new you, assistant.

She threw open the door. There was a sound of breaking glass. She opened her mouth to shout and inhaled a lungful of some sort of gas. But it didn’t make her hack or cough. It… it was more like mist. And it smelled wonderful. Like potions and sex. She’d never thought of those two things as a particularly stimulating combination before, but right now, as she breathed in the fumes, she couldn’t get enough.

Without thinking, she stepped into the cloud. The pegasus shivered as it began to slowly work its way into her system.

Starry didn’t move until the mist was thin enough to see the figure outlined in the moonlight just beyond the magical furnace. She gasped at the sight, lust radiating from her like a bonfire. She wanted to run to that figure. Beg that figure to do anything and everything to her.

But it wasn’t the right time.

She hadn’t been summoned. She wasn’t needed yet. Still, she was confident she would be needed soon.

So, she waited like the good assistant she was.

Author's Note

She's such a good assistant! Isn't she~?

Lemme know about mistakes in PMs! <3

Experiments in Moonlight

A short time before Starry burst into the lab, Courage greedily drank the potion in the odd moonlight, exactly as instructed.

The idea of disobeying the command never entered her mind. After all, she was a good, obedient and open mare. As she drank, she felt a presence looming over her. It was a familiar, comforting presence. It wrapped its forehooves around her and settled down on her back.

“What does this potion do, Master Shaman?” Courage whispered as she enjoyed the warmth atop her and looked up at the strange break in the storm that allowed the moonlight to filter down into the laboratory.

Makes you more compatible, vessel, he replied. She could hear the smile in his voice. In fact, what would you think if I claimed it would allow me not only to possess your body, but reshape your thoughts and your form?

Courage thought about it, the heat between her legs augmenting her thoughts with lust and need. After a few moments, she replied, “If that’s what you believe best, Master Shaman, then I’m happy to have drank it!”

She could feel the Master Shaman glow with happiness and warmth. Your mind is already all but gone, isn’t it little unicorn? Ah, and I expected a challenge. Still, an eager vessel is preferable.

Courage frowned. “Master Shaman, what do you mean? How is my mind gone?”

Forget the last thing I said, vessel.

Courage blinked, her short mane twitching as she shivered. She’d been briefly worried about something… no, no, she hadn’t. Everything was wonderful. She smiled in delight.

Conjure a mirror, vessel. You’re so close now. You should be able to glimpse your dear Master.

She obeyed, bringing a full-length mirror into existence before them. In it, she saw a smallish unicorn mare with an annoyingly short mane-style and the foxlike-tails, a result of an experiment that backfired long ago. But none of that mattered.

Her eyes widened as she saw the softly glowing pink silhouette standing tall over her. Her mouth dropped as she drank in the sight of the perfect zebra stallion right there. He had sharp dark purple eyes, a short mohawk of black and white with a few hints of red and black shadows around his muzzle. His dark stripes were thick, leaving only a little room for the white of his coat. A shift of his hips revealed his mark as what could be a potion bottle with a heart above it. Perfect for him.

He was gorgeous. Courage couldn’t stop herself from staring.

The Master Shaman moved forward a little and Courage gasped as she felt a strange warmth invade her sex.

Do you enjoy that, vessel? He said with a smirk. The cock of your superior within you.

“Y-yes…” Courage moaned helplessly. Something about the potion… it made her feel everything more.

Soon, we shall take your mate with that cock. She will love it. I have slipped the need for it within her body and her mind. She needs you now, but in a way no foolish mare can satisfy. But I can. You want me to, don’t you? You want me to satisfy her burning heat through changing your body?

Courage nodded dumbly. That did sound like a good solution. Everything he said sounded good, but that really sounded good!

The potion is ready for when she walks in? the Master Shaman asked, though he had been whispering in her mind when she had done so.

“Yes, Master Shaman. It is ready to consume her as you consume me.”

You give her to me, freely? The spirit laughed. Well, as free as one can be when under my influence. I know I was there, but I do so enjoy hearing you being so eager to give her to me.

Yes. Courage knew without a doubt that they would both be very happy under the influence of the Master Shaman. She is yours. As am I, Master Shaman.

The zebra growled hungrily in Courage’s mind. I think you are ready to blossom, vessel. We must ensure this is a perfect possession, lest those beyond attempt to call me back. It would not do for all my work to be undone because of a foolish unicorn. Remember, you must completely give way for me. Nothing can stand between us. Allow yourself to be absorbed by my essence. Then, I will be pleased.

“As you command, Master Shaman,” Courage babbled. The heat in her pussy began to spread through her legs and her middle. She could barely stay upright. “Let me please you!”

You are ready to bloom. Enter the circle, then use your magic to direct moonlight upon it. And open yourself wholly to me.

Courage obeyed just as the doors were flung open, cracking the potion and consuming Starry in a vaporous form of the same potion running through Courage’s body. Starry stiffened in the cloud and after stepping forward a little, stood stock still. Soon, she would be as willing as Courage.

Together forever, serving me. So sweet.

Courage stepped into the circle. As she was instructed, she dropped her front to the ground while keeping her hips in the air. She lifted her foxtails and presented herself to the Master Shaman. Then, with a flick of magic, she adjusted the mirrors. Instantly, fresh moonlight—despite the raging storm outside—poured onto Courage… and the spirit of Shauku the Passionate.

You are now mine, forever.

Shauku wasted no time. With one mighty surge of his hips, he speared Courage with his phantom cock. Courage instantly came and her mind went blank as the most intense orgasm of her life burned through her body. She screamed and moaned, lost in a world of lust and passion. Perfection had taken her and she wanted it so badly.

I am entering you fully now. Open yourself.

Courage did as her Master Shaman commanded, blanking her mind and relaxing her body to completely accept Shauku’s essence.

In a moment, her mind was fully empty.

Then Shauku rushed into that empty mind like a wild wind. The leftover pieces of Courage’s essence were shoved aside with a little yelp

Now, time to reshape your mind you as your body adapts to the new soul. They will be watching now, those beyond, so we will merge to be one. Know I am forever dominating you now, little unicorn. Everything that was you will be a part of me. Be glad I have blessed you with this gift

Courage couldn’t protest. She couldn’t even think. It was like sitting in the middle of a library as an invisible pony went through and started to replace every object and item of significance. Her books were being reordered and rewritten. Her skills were being reforged. It was almost as if her mental library had come under new management.

Which it had.

Courage smiled as her knowledge of pony customs and holidays were transformed into far more important information on zebra lore and culture. She giggled when Shauku found her meager, almost insignificant knowlege of alchemy mixed in with dozens of other magical spells and skills. He approved, but only a little. He shoved out her knowledge of illusion magic and replaced it with herbology, though he had to remove half of her alteration magic to fit it all in there.

Having bits of her mind just replaced was unlike anything she’d felt in her life. There was a brief bout of intense pleasure, a strange feeling of emptiness and then only a lingering afterimage of what had been. Within seconds, idea that there had been anything else in that spot in her mind became absurd. Everything Shauku changed almost instantly became as it always had been.

Courage shuddered and shivered, feeling the Master Shaman settle deeper into her. Her hooves started to feel strange as his phantom hooves fully merged into her.

Within her mind, Courage could only stand and moan like a mare in heat being endlessly fucked by an zebra after zebra. The Master Shaman took stock of her work with enchantments, then carefully sorted through it in a blink of an eye. He kept whatever he felt was useful, replacing the rest with secret recipes for potions to drive creatures to heights of passions, change their very bodies and so much more.

Of course, her normal memories were a little too large to handle right now. Shauku would corrupt them once they were fully joined. They would marinate in his essence, slowly changing into something that suited the Master Shaman… until it was time to be fully absorbed by him. Courage looked forward to that day.

Still, Shauku did add several bookshelves in front of Courage’s own memories and quickly installed his own memories. It took only moments, but then Courage knew everything about Shauku… because she was Shauku, while also being Courage and…

Do not strain your little unicorn mind, vessel. Accept this even though it odd.

Inside of her mind, Courage fully accepted the impossibility of being two creatures: a zebra stallion and a unicorn mare.

For now. That unicorn mare thing must go. But first…

Then Shauku found the bookshelves dedicated to Courage’s sexual experiences, both with Starlight Twist and before—and the occasional time with Starry and another mare or stallion. He read through every text faster than she could believe. As he did, she relived every sensual experience she’d ever had.

The orgasms she had as he worked at that were like supernovas going off in her pussy.

Then, he edited them all. He grew her lust, spiced up her kinks, gave her a desire always to have a cock to spear whoever she was fucking. She wished she did. She could almost feel one between her legs, even if she knew she would never—

Shauku reluctantly left her sex memory, leaving it far larger than it had been before. For a split second, Courage noticed the change and smiled. Then, she couldn’t remember why she smiled so broadly. After all, she knew most of her time was spent fucking and sucking. And though the thought seemed odd, she couldn’t say why.

Now, vessel, you should know something about me. I am very much a stallion and not a mare. But after reading through all of your sexual exploits, it would likely be a waste to toss your marehood away. Not yet, anyway. No, you have a wonderfully sensitive body which will serve me will. I intend to use your body for quite some time before taking my true form. Yet… you lack something I require.

Courage did not reply. Those thoughts… were they the Master Shaman’s or her own? She couldn’t tell the difference anymore. So much of her mind looked like the mind of a Zebra Master Shaman. Wasn’t that who she was?

We require another three potions. Let us fetch them!

Courage’s legs moved, but Courage didn’t remember commanding them. Her body stepped out of the moonlight and toward a nearby workbench. With a touch of violet magic, she found the first potion. She glanced at it to insure it was indeed the one required, a lesson she had already learned fatally a great many years ago… or had she? Something about that memory seemed odd.

Empowerment of Spiritual Bonding, perfect.

Courage drank it without hesitation, enjoying the faint hint of blueberries. She then sighed, feeling her soul mix with the rest of her soul. It felt like sinking into a warm bath… and becoming one with the bath itself. It wasn’t perfect yet, but it was closer. Far closer.

The second potion was retrieved with another flash of magic.

Potency of Stallion. This should be interesting in my new body.

She downed the thick white potion that tasted of cherries. No other effect occurred, but that did not surprise her. This one would take time. But she could wait for a little while for these benefits.

Finally, she stepped over to the table containing the planters. It was time for the third and most important potion. Nestled between the flowers were six pink potions. She lifted one up and popped the cork, smelling the sweet odor of the famous Heart’s Desire.

While the stallion potion would take several minutes, this potion would likely take the better part of an hour. As long as her soul was settled and her heart had been properly reforged, it would fully remake her into the zebra she had always been beneath the surface. And then, Shauku would remove all thoughts of her being a pony, a work she had already begun. Even now, the potions rewrote other parts of Courage’s mind, redoing them with a pen of black and white.

Courage sighed in delight and felt herself beginning to drift a little, becoming a bit more insubstantial as Shauku slipped deeper and deeper into her body, mind and soul. Shauku approved. And that’s all Courage cared about. That and thinking like the Master Shaman. Which she seemed to be doing more and more…

Shauku admitted that it would be strange to think of himself using female pronouns, but it was a small price to pay for having a body again. And the vessel’s sexual experiences had revealed sex as a female to be a rather intense experience, something she wished to at least try.

Courage nodded in agreement as she slowly drank the potion simply labeled with a heart. She knew without a doubt that—

Suddenly, she let out a piercing moan that echoed strangely through the chamber. The empty vial rolled out of her spasming magic and into the planters as her hips started to jerk, an mad heat starting to boil around her pussy.

As Courage endured the insane intensity of the potion’s effects, Shauku stepped back into Courage’s mental library. Now that Courage was fully distracted and only barely aware of him, she shifted the very foundation of the room, changing the color of the carpets, altering the height and making things more to her liking. In moments, the floor was the standard layout of a zebra home. In so doing, she helped Courage get over her silly ideas about being a pony. It would take more time to consume the rest of her memories, but it would feel wonderful as it happened.

Now, Courage Fire truly knew what she was as she staggered around the room, her pussy on fire, her tail lifted and her muscles clenched.

Courage was a zebra. It didn’t matter if she didn’t yet have stripes or a proper mane. She was a zebra. She could feel it in her bones as her horn slowly began to slide into her head.

Shauku smiled as she conjured an idol of her male self in the library. However, to her annoyance, the idol turned into a stature of a zebra Courage, not Shauku. After several attempts, Shauku found she could only increase the size. With a shrug, she left it alone, knowing the superiority would be enough for now. When the time was right, the idol would change into the correct shape.

Meanwhile, Courage stumbled onto her knees before a vaguely familiar pegasus pony sitting calmly on the hardwood of the lab. She blinked a few times as her vision cleared. Her eyes wandered over her acceptable dark wings that slowly shifted into a light blue, colors that went well with her mane.

“I know you…” Courage muttered as the Master Shaman rearranged a few books and rewrote a few others.

“Yes. You do,” the dark pegasus said, her voice filled with deference.

“You’re my… my…”

Courage’s words became moans as Shauku nearly completed her integration. Her body was finally a fitting vessel for Shauku’s brilliance. She could feel the Master Shaman sliding through her mind, now little more than a wave of power perfecting her.

There was a brief pause as the world twisted for an eye blink. Then, things were… different.

For the sake of the vessel and the anchor of her soul, Courage decided that she would continue to think of herself as Courage. This was a dangerous time and she could still be rejected from this body. It was best to keep the vessel comfortable until the former pony’s essence had been completely absorbed by her superior mind. There were still some bumps, of course, but those would get smoothed over in time.

Except for one. That one would simply grow in a very short time. She grunted and refocused on the docile mare waiting patiently for her.

“You’re my assistant, are you not?” Courage asked, her voice deeper and far more imperious than it had been a moment ago.

“Yes, ma’am,” the mare answered quickly, ducking her head in submission, her short, light blue mane falling around her face. “I am… am here to do anything you require.”

“Anything I require?” Courage asked as she stood. Her body felt so right now. Stronger, more powerful, more sure. But it annoyed her that she still had this dull brown coat! The potion should have begun changing her by now. Perhaps she needed a boost. The inherent magic within the unicorn may have interfered with the process.

She eyed her assistant. She seemed the willing sort.

Courage idly stroked something pressing against the underside of her belly and smiled.

“And if I require you to take potions that will change you, make you act different, think different, be different?” Courage challenged her with a smirk. “What then?”

The mare shivered, staring up at her with truly obedient eyes. “I will do anything necessary to learn at your hooves, Master Shaman. I wish only to be your student.”

Her submissiveness was proving to be quite erotic. In fact, Courage’s entire body responded to it. She needed to take this mare. She needed to take her now. To make her a proper assistant.

But she required a few adjustments. It wouldn’t do to have a pony as an assistant. Thankfully, Courage had just the potion for that.

As she fetched another black and white potion, her eyes landed on the Elixer of Endless Passion. Perhaps now would be the time to finally test it properly. After all, last time, Courage had actually orgasmed herself to death after taking it.

It hadn’t been the way she’d planned on dying. But she intended to do it right this time around.

She’d been alone the first time. Now, she had somezebra to share the experience with.

Courage glanced over her shoulder at the pegasus, smiled and with the ease of decades of experience, she swiftly combined the two potions. Her hooves moved deftly as she absently rubbed her short horn. If only this body would just give up and accept its fate. Still, even the distraction of the itching horn, it took her less than a minute to craft them one perfect potion each. The pegasus would take a bigger dose, of course.

But Courage would get the dominant potion, as was proper.

She returned to the mare, still lying on the ground, watching her. Courage took a deep breath. She could smell the mare’s need.

“What’s your name?” Courage demanded, though she thought she knew it. It was just on the tip of her tongue.

“Starlight Twist, Master Shaman,” she replied meekly. “But most call me Starry. You, of course, may call me anything you desire.”

“Of that, I am aware.” Courage shrugged. The name was suitable until she could be altered. “And tell me, Starry, are you intensely aroused right now?”

Starry blushed furiously. Her tail wrapped around her hindquarters, but still she nodded, biting her lip.

“Do you want me to claim you as both lover and assistant?” Courage asked with a smirk. “I’d wager you do.”

After all, what pony didn’t want to be fucked by a strong zebra?

“Yes.” Starry whispered, shaking with lust.

“Then drink this.” She slipped the mare the potion. “It will give you a proper form so you may join me in my bed each evening and entertain me.”

Starry stared at Courage, then at the potion. Then, in a flash, she drank the whole thing down in three gulps. As expected, the effects were nearly instantaneous. She shivered, then let out a long, low moan of need. Her hoof went to her sex and she began to stroke herself.

“I… this… it… heat…” she groaned, her mind already nearly lost in heat. “Need… fill…”

“On your back, pony!” Courage barked.

Instantly, the pegasus flipped onto her back, her wings splayed against the floor. She spread her legs and looked up at Courage with clear, unfiltered lust in her eyes. Her entire body was shaking from muzzle to tail.

“You’ll do nicely…”

“Your horn…” Starry whispered, focusing on Courage’s forehead. “It’s… shrinking?”

Courage swore under his breath. His new assistant wasn’t supposed to see that! Courage readied herself to claim her assistant, ignoring the comment.

“May… may I… see?”

Something about the way the mare begged resonated with Courage. The fact that the pony seemed so fascinated even through the lust haze impressed her. So, with a sigh, Courage dropped her head to let the pegasus mare see Courage’s shrinking horn.

The young zebra mare gasped when Starry ran a tongue over the small pointed magical focus. No part of Courage was ready for Starry’s tongue to hungrily make out with the disappearing horn. Courage tried to respond, but Starry’s hooves were on her face. And it felt wonderful. Too wonderful… in fact…

Courage reared back and screamed as violet magic flared as what ponies called a ‘magic-gasm’ sent her reeling. Spurts of magic erupted from the horn, spraying out all over the mare beneath her. For her part, Starry smiled and licked up some of it with the lewdest expression Courage had ever seen on a pony.

She stared down at the eager pegasus, still licking her lips.

The entire experience had been surreal. It had also pleasant enough that Courage almost wished she could keep the stupid horn. However, she refused to have something blatantly ponish sticking from her skull. So when she felt the horn finally slip back into her skull, she smiled. As that vanished, another part of her, a new part, finally reached the proper length for a zebra of Courage’s power.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Courage demanded to the shivering pegasus beneath her.

“Y-yes…” Starry mumbled, blushing hard. “I thought that some transformations require the original form to be totally gone before the new one takes over. Please… I was only trying to help Master… Master Shaman!”

“Well…” Courage grunted. She was partially right, at least as far as some potions went. There were plenty of examples where she was dead wrong.

Still, it didn’t matter. Courage had needed it gone. And now it was. So, she deserved a reward. In fact, she deserved to be rutted.

“I changed my mind. Present yourself to me.”

As she changed position, Courage downed her own potion. For an instant, nothing happened. Then, it was as if her veins had been filled with lava itself. Heat boiled through her and she let out a scream. The intensity swept over her, strengthening her bones and body… until it all began to rush to one place.

The effects were stronger than expected. Perhaps too strong. Had she… made a mis—

Then, nothing mattered except for the suddenly rock-hard thickness hanging between her legs. It had been there, demanding attention since the final changes to Courage’s mind, but Courage had held off on thinking about it. Focusing too much on it might get Courage ejected from her new body. She no longer had that luxury, it seemed.

Now, it demanded attention. And it demanded the mare before her.

Courage looked down at her cock and felt a swell of pride. It was even larger than the one she’d had while living. Indeed, it was rather enormous. Which was perfect… as the spell’s catalyst would only improve it.

Thick and black with bulging veins running it’s length, her new addition had a perfectly shaped mushroom head. She could feel the strength in it. What’s more, beneath lay two large black skinned balls, already churning with the need take the mare. Now, Courage felt like a stallion… while still having the flexibility of being a mare.

Some part of her protested a little. Courage shoved it away. It would learn to enjoy this soon enough.

As the lust potion roared through her veins, Courage reared up and mounted her assistant. As she did so, she realized her forehooves had finally grown stripes and the silly orangish brown was beginning to grow pale. This only served to excite her more.

“I’m going to fuck you into a proper zebra mare,” Courge growled as she positioned herself behind her. “And you’re going to enjoy this, are you not?”

“Yes, Master Shaman,” whimpered the slutty little pegasus. Her wings were outstretched in an obvious sign of desire.

Courage smiled. Ponies were so easy to arouse. Then again, she… she… sh—

She needed to claim this mare. She’d waited long enough. No, too long. Courage’s mate needed to be reshaped before the potion took effect or there could be dire consequences for the both of them. Mostly Courage.

And so, she reared one last time and with a grunt, buried half of her maleness into the pegasus mare’s waiting pussy.

It felt wonderful to have her cock inside a mare again.

As for Starry, she screamed like the little slut she was as she instantly burst with an orgasm so intense, it overcharged the potion running through her veins. Before her ample flanks had stopped jiggling, Starry’s entire coat had gone from deep blue to light stormcloud gray. It had happened in a flash, exploding outward from her spasming pussy. Her tail twitched back and forth as both it and her mane bleached to a light gray as well.

It was one of the most erotic sights Courage had ever seen. Especially since it was so different. Courage had expected the black to come in first. She liked this far, far more.

She thrust again, sinking deeper into the gray pegasus’s pussy even as she came. As Courage did so, the mare’s wings snapped closed while faint patterns began to appear on her flanks and hind legs.

“Don’t stop…” begged Courage’s eager little assistant.

“Oh, I’m not stopping,” Courage said with a smile, brushing back her stiffening mane. She might be fucking Starry into a zebra, but in so doing, she fucked herself into a zebra. “I’m not stopping until you’ve covered with stripes.”

Courage thrust again. Starry cried out as the thick member filled her, moaning in delight as the transforming pony’s first true zebra stripe came just in front of Starry’s ass. Courage smiled, rubbing the stripe with her forehooves while keeping herself firmly planted within her assistant.

“Are you pony or zebra?” Courage demanded as her hips bucked a little more.

“Z-zebra!” Starry cried as two more stripes appeared on her back. Her wings began to slowly melt away.

“You still look like a pony to me,” Courage whispered as she came close to bottoming out inside of her.

“I’m a zebra!” Starry cried as beautiful, sexy stripes worked their way down her forelegs. “Really… I-I swear it!”

Courage finally bottomed out and felt a little pre burst from her tool. Starry thrashed as her wings completely vanished. Color began to bleed into her mane and tail, dark charcoal with a surprising single stripe of blue. It made Courage’s new assistant look rather exotic. After the mare’s tail had adjusted itself into a proper zebra length and color, Courage decided she approved.

“No, you aren’t one yet,” Courage declared, just barely stopping herself from smirking.

Starry sagged a little, making little sounds of desperation.

“But by the time my cock bursts inside of you, you will be.”

With that, Courage began to truly pound Starry’s eager pussy. With every thrust, the mare’s body shivered and shook. And, best of all, Courage’s new cock continued its work as the perfect catalyst for fully inducting Starry into the zebra race.

Her ass, already fairly thick, grew to better take the pounding Starry would be receiving on a nightly basis as part of her duties to Courage. Her mane, surprisingly, grew to nearly double its old length, becoming loose and wild instead of the traditional mohawk worn by shamans. Her muscles changed, thickening from the weak configuration of a creature that kept her head in the clouds to a creature who belonged on the ground, doing real work. Her stripes shifted, becoming narrow and evenly spaced along her legs, with several thick ones along her back.

In only a few dozen thrusts, the pegasus that had first taken Courage’s cock had been almost completely erased, replaced by a nearly perfect specimen of zebra marehood. Courage could feel the final change as the mare’s pussy changed around her cock, a sign of what was next.

“And now, Starry, I’m going to fuck your mind away. Do you have a problem with that?”

Starry had been babbling in pleasure on the ground for the last few minutes. She shook her head, apparently unable to speak. That suited Courage just fine.

“That’s a good assistant,” Courage cooed with a smirk as she adjusted herself to drive her tool deeper than ever before. “Very, very good assistant.”

Author's Note

They're having so much fun. I'm so jealous~!

Lemme know about mistakes in PMs, k? <3

Heart's Desire

From the very depths of her soul, Courage Fire charged out like a rabid bugbear. In moments, she was upon the spirit of Shauku. The mare struck like a battering ram, smashing apart the library of the mind they had crafted together, mixing it together with what was left of Courage Fire. All the while, their new body continued on automatic and pounded… something.

“You were taken!” Shauku screamed as they circled one another in the wrecked library. “Corrupted! I saw your very mind surrender to me and become me! You were the perfect vessel! What is this madness?!”

Courage grinned, her horn igniting with green magic as she fired a volley magic bolts at the zebra spirit. Shauku recoiled and ducked behind the large idol of himself. The idol’s top half exploded.

“Guess you should have been more thorough with your new ‘assistant,’” Courage snarled. “You gave her a Heart’s Desire potion. I might be just a pony, but even I know not to screw with that crazy flower to make sex aid, you arrogant prick!”

“It is a tool!” Shauku threw a potion out of nowhere, releasing a cloud of gas that Courage deftly dodged. “Nothing more!”

“Unless the one you’re using it on hasn’t completely submitted, jerkoff! Looks like Starry wanted me back!”

Shauku snarled in rage. “You insignificant unicorn foal, I have spent thirty years bound in unending lust! You will not ruin this—”

“Hey, Shauku!”

The two of them had lost track of events outside their shared body. When their head snapped around, they realized they were no longer fucking Watii/Starry. In fact, they weren’t fucking anypony… or anyzebra. There was nothing beneath them.

However, there was something on top of them.

“How do you like this potion?!” Watii’s body screamed in Starry’s voice as she reared back and slipped her cock into their unprepared folds.

Courage had felt such things many, many times before. She moaned, her hips bucking even as she came a little.

Shauku reacted a little differently. Probably because he hadn’t felt such things before.

The zebra shaman screamed in mindless pleasure as the library rocked. He shuddered and twisted, groaning in ecstasy. The intensity of the thrust actually slamming him against a wall. He froze as if he’d been stuck there, writhing in pleasure he couldn’t handle. Courage sneered at him and marched forward.

“You’re not free… ahhh… of me… neither of you… are!” Shauku snarled, his eyes pink in rage. “I am in your mind! I have corrupted your memories, your thoughts! Even if you cast me out, you both will always bear my taint! My lust! My thoughts! I have corrupted everything!”

Courage shrugged. “Except for us being together.”

“No!”

Courage spat on the spirit, turned and gave her unwelcome visitor a single massive buck to the chest.

Shauku the Passionate promptly exploded, knocking Courage back into the mess of her mind. She screamed as her brain became a maelstrom of Shauku and Courage’s thoughts, feelings, emotions, needs, wants, desires and even their very identities.

Starry and Watii screamed as she stared to cum uncontrollably, flooding Courage’s pussy with the smaller zebra’s seed. Courage could feel the chaos that was consuming her also consume the mare she loved as their minds twisted around Shauku’s alter egos.

But even through all of this, Courage managed looked up and see a brilliant beam of light pierce through the alchemy lab and spear her zebra body.

A few moments later, the kicking and screaming spirit of Shauku was forcibly yanked out of Courage. Courage smirked at him as he was pulled away, ignoring the splitting headache ripping through her brain.

“Thank you, little ones. We’ve been looking for this one for some time. Feel free to keep the house in payment for services rendered. We’ll take care of the rest.”

Shauku continued to scream obscenities, while Courage called up, “Hey, at least this time you didn’t cum to death!”

Starry slipped off of Courage’s taller frame, glaring up at the spirit. The last thing they saw was him jerking off at them in spite with his blush-inducing cock.

“No, this time, death came to him,” Starry quipped with a goofy little smile.

Courage looked down at the beautiful zebra mare with pretty bright blue eyes—without slitted pupils she had come to know and love. She could see her own mostly-amber eyes staring back at her. Neither looked quite right, but at least they weren’t as bad as Starry’s joke.

“We’re going to be really fucked up when we come to, aren’t we?” Courage asked with a demented little giggle.

“Yup,” Starry replied in both her and Watii’s voice.

“Eh, not the first time.”

The two collapsed beside one another like somepony flipping a switch.

Author's Note

Eeeeee~! This was SO MUCH FUN! I love that whole mental fight scene.

Wonder what they're gonna be like after waking up~?

Lemme know by PM about any mistakes~! :3

For the Tribe

Six Months Later...

“Hello?”

Silver Shine bit her lip as she entered the clearing, unable to quite shake the feeling that somepony was watching her. They’d been watching her since she’d entered the jungle. She’d come here despite the advice of the shamans in Assem Village. No matter how many times she called out, nopony responded.

“I shouldn’t be here alone…” Silver mumbled, flicks of orange magic sparking from her horn. “I shouldn’t be here alone…”

Still, she’d come this far, hadn’t she?

The clearing itself looked more like the beginnings of a new village. To her left, three large baobab trees were in the process of regrowing themselves, a sure sign that they were being treated with the Brew of Housing. The center of the proto-village had a massive firepit and beyond that lay what might be a blacksmith next to a glassblower. That seemed… pretty advanced for something out in the middle of nowhere.

“Hello?” Silver called again. Still, no answer. “Oh come on! I’ve been out in this damn jungle for days looking for you! Isn’t this the place? Isn’t this…”

That’s when she saw it. It had been so large she hadn’t processed it as separate from the jungle itself. A simply massive baobab treehome, at least four stories tall. Branches wandered off in every direction, covering half of the proto-village. Charms, potions and other things she couldn’t identify hung from the thinner branches.

“The home of Shauku the Passionate,” Silver breathed, shivering in anticipation. “At last… this is the place…”

For a moment, Silver thought she heard a chuckle on the breeze, but as before, when she looked around, she saw and heard nothing but the jungle. Cinching her saddlebags in around her middle, she approached the mammoth tree.

When she reached the enormous door, she gave it three quick knocks. She thought she heard something inside, but couldn’t be sure. After a second series of knocks that also went unanswered, she pushed on the door. It opened freely.

Before she could doubt herself, she swallowed and stepped inside.

The scent of sandalwood and jasmine washed over her, exotic in their own strange way since she was pretty sure it was hundreds of miles to the closest jasmine bush. But they did calm her nerves. They also excited her. She was actually here. She was actually doing it! Screw those idiots in Manehattan and those in the Zebracian Shaman Council! She knew what she was doing.

Silver Shine always knew what she was doing.

She glanced up at the two stairways, but her eyes were drawn toward the double doors in front of her. On either side stood a carved statue of a two gorgeous rearing zebra mares… and to Silver’s shock, both had very impressive packages. She blushed at the sheer size of the taller zebra’s equipment. That had to be an exaggeration. Artistic license, even!

She forced herself not to stare and went for the doors. She caught the sound of… something beyond, but she couldn’t say what.

With a shove that belied her lingering nervousness, she shoved them open to reveal a very… odd sight.

The chamber was enormous… or it felt like it should be enormous. Thin curtains of smoke blocked off most of the room, making it impossible to see what really lay inside. Yet there was still a path that led down a few stairs and toward some sort of magical furnace.

The sound became more audible. A voice.

“Hello?” Silver called again. “I’m… I’m here… I’m here to learn!”

She hated the way her voice cracked.

The voice didn’t change. Silver swore softly to herself and crept forward. She wove her way through the curtains of smoke and around the furnace… only to freeze at the sight that lay beyond.

There, a strong zebra mare with the traditional mohawk—with a tiny strand of orangish brown hair on her forehead—stood in the center of a glowing magical circle. Well, less stood and move moved back and forth, because the mare was using her huge male equipment to rut a smaller mare. The mare on the receiving end’s voice was what she had heard, cries of pleasure and passion while the dominant mare grunted.

What she couldn’t believe was how the submissive off-white mare seemed to slowly be growing stripes across her coat.

“Almost ready…” the dominant mare growled in a powerful voice that sent shivers through Silver’s sex.

The larger mare’s thick golden earrings, hoofbands and small golden flaming sword glinted in the light of the magical circle as she moved.

“More, please!” whimpered the changing mare. “Please, Master Jasiri! Let me reach the fourth level!”

The dominant mare, Jasiri, apparently, chuckled and shook her head. “You are not yet ready, little Wind Dart!”

“Hamu!” the other mare whined. “I’ve chosen my new name! Hamu!”

“‘Eager,’ hm?” Jasiri chuckled again. “I like it. But until Kusonga gives you her blessing, third level!”

With that, Jasiri gave an enormous grunt and released a massive load into the young half-zebra mare beneath her. As the mare came—and Hamu came moments later—further changes occurred in the younger mare, at least four more stripes appearing along her back and sizes, though the rest of her remained off-white and sleek, almost like a pegasus. Though oddly enough, the mare had no wings.

Jasiri slowly pulled out of the other mare, who collapsed into the circle, which slowly stopped glowing with magic. Jasiri leaned down to kiss Hamu on the forehead and chuckled again. “Just the third level for now… but you’re welcome to join us in bed again tonight, if you’d like.”

Hamu looked up at her, her ears perking in excitement. “Really, Master?’

Jasiri put on a strict expression. “As long as your chores are done by dusk!”

With that, Hamu giggled, leapt to her feet and scampered off through a door behind them.

“Enjoying the show, unicorn?” said an amused voice from directly behind Silver.

Silver squealed and spun, her horn instantly igniting as she lashed out with an orange whip of magic at the zebra mare who had startled her. The mare chuckled at the whip struck her… only for the magic to instantly shatter. Silver gaped and looked up into two slitted pupils inside bright blue eyes. Something she’d never seen in a zebra before. Smaller than Jasiri—even a little shorter than Silver—she wore the traditional golden neckbands of a shaman, as well as hoofbands on both forehooves. She too had a golden pendant, a strange swirly pattern with a star.

“I am Mistress Kusonga,” the zebra said with a little bow as if Silver had not just tried to attack her. “I am the Second in the Tribe of Shauku, the Tribe of Passion. I bid you welcome.”

“And I am Master Jasiri,” came the strong, friendly voice of the zebra mare behind her. “First of our new Tribe. It’s been some time since we’ve have a pony get to enjoy watching a minor ascension ritual.”

Silver glanced between the two, swallowing hard. Now that she was here, the words wouldn’t come. She opened her mouth to speak… then closed it.

Kusonga chuckled and walked around Silver to stand beside Jasiri. Jasiri… she looked like a normal zebra mare—save for the enormous package—though she had odd eyes, too. Swirling patterns of green and amber, with a few hints of pink, too. Looking at the two of them… sent strange shivers through Silver she couldn’t quite understand.

“I was… I was told… Shauku the Passionate… lived here… and that ponies that come here, they are never heard from again…”

The two shared a look and Jasiri laughed. “I really need to get the mailing address changed.”

“You said you’d do that last week!” Kusonga said scathingly.

“I could always order you to do it.” Jasiri leered at her.

Kusonga let out a surprisingly lewd moan and Silver could actually see that she had a package of her own. Namely, because it swelled when Jasiri said that.

“That’s…” she took a deep, hungry breath. “That’s cheating.”

“No, it’s my right as First,” Jasiri said with a smirk before turning her attention back to Silver. “Shauku the Passionate is… gone. More or less. However, his knowledge now lives on in me and my Second.”

“And… the ponies?”

“You’re looking at them, unicorn,” Kusonga said with a giggle. “But it wouldn’t do to wander through Zebrica as zebras with pony names, now would it? No, all ponies who join the tribe are required to take on a tribal name, their new true name.”

“Our initial… experience with this place,” Jasiri said. “Had a great many unexpected side-effects, including some… alterations to our memories. After finding Kusonga’s journals, it helped us sort a few things out.”

“More or less,” Kusonga giggled as her hoof ran along Jasiri’s belly.

“After a little thought,” Jasiri said, swatting her with a laugh. “We decided it best if we remained here and continue Shauku’s work in a safe and controlled manner.”

The way Jasiri’s eyes glinted when she said that made it clear that her definition of ‘safe and controlled’ might not align with others. And that made things even more exciting.

“And why are you here, unicorn?” Kusonga said, eying her up and down. “What do you seek from the Tribe of Passion?”

“Knowledge,” Silver squeaked.

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

Once again, the two mares glanced at one another. A brief glimpse, then they both nodded.

“You walked in during a ritual,” Jasiri warned. “You know what’s required…”

“Though I suspect the scents wandering off of our curtains and the tree now have you thoroughly wet and excited,” Kusonga said casually, though not without a smirk. “We like to get everyone who walks in a little riled up before meeting us. We must grow our tribe, after all.”

“You’re willing to let me join…?” Silver asked, licking her lips. She could hardly believe her ears.

“Do you want to? You seem an intelligent mare. You know what will be required.”

“How… how many do you have?”

“Seven at present,” Jasiri replied. “Not counting us. I’d love to get that eighth bedroom filled. Two stallions, four mares and two herms like us.”

Silver couldn’t believe it. Would it really be this easy? If even half of the rumors about Shauku were true… Silver could become one of the greatest alchemists who ever lived. That thought alone made her so wet she nearly started leaking right then and there.

“Yes.”

Jasiri smiled and went over to a table where a single white and black potion stood. She returned and passed it over. “Drink and know you are rejecting being a pony by doing so.”

“Mind if I take this one, Courage?” Kusonga asked, licking her lips. “I like her.”

Jasiri leaned down and kissed her Second on the lips. “Don’t use her up too much, Starry.”

“No promises.”

Jasiri chuckled and trotted up the stairs to the circle. She dropped another potion there… and the circle lit up with strange white magic.

“Enjoy yourselves, you two.”

Silver drank the potion. It tasted… strange, but left her aching to be filled. “I…”

“Hush,” Kusonga said as she guided Silver to the circle. Silver had never been the most submissive of mares, but right now, she felt as gentle as a kitten. “I should warn you that parts of your mind might get… pushed out. You okay with that?”

Silver, now panting as she instinctually lowered her front and presented her pale silver hips, simply nodded her head.

“One last thing… now that the potion is roiling through you and beginning to make you a proper zebra… do any names come to you? Doesn’t always happen, but sometimes we get—”

“Tanga,” Silver squeaked. “Tanga… that’s… yes. Tanga.”

“Pretty name for a pretty mare.” Kusonga said as she positioned herself over her. “So, Tanga, are you ready?”

Silver—Tanga—nodded and whimpered. The kind of power they’d shown was too good to pass up. And… she really needed someone to rut her. Some part of her thought they were flimsy reasons for giving up becoming a pony. The rest of her told that part to shut up.

After all, these two still seemed perfectly happy and normal as zebras. Nothing strange about them at all.

“You’re going to be a cute one, I can tell… so many will join our tribe by fucking you…”

As Kusonga’s thick black cock slipped into Tanga, Tanga found that she couldn’t wait to begin.

Author's Note

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Jungle Heat

“If you keep doing that, we’re never going to get out of this jungle…” Starry whispered, but there was no real resistance in her voice as she trembled among the trees, vines and shrubs that surrounded them. “Courage…!”

Courage giggled softly and focused her magic on her marefriend. The heat didn’t seem so bad right now. Well, except for that special kind, of course. A moment later, the dark pegasus’s wings flared as she felt the equivalent of Courage’s tongue across her needy sex.

“All you need to do is cum for me, sweetie,” Courage purred from behind her. “No one else is here. Why not give in?”

“Because… ooh… because we’re practically lost and… we’ve already…”

Another lick of magic sent her into a moan.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that. Was that you asking for more?”

Despite Starry’s protests, her tail twitched up again. Her back twisted a little while her hips jutted backward. The movements was almost involuntary.

They were also all Courage needed to see.

With a thought, Courage reshaped the magic and speared the other mare. Instantly, Starry broke. Courage got a wonderful view of her marefriend explosively cumming in front of her as she dropped to the jungle floor, only her hips remaining something close to upright.

Isn’t that a nice sight? Doesn’t she deserve it?

“You deserve to be like this all the time,” Courage whispered, nodding to herself. “Happy and cumming.”

“You little bitch…” Starry moaned as her hips continued to buck against the magic dildo. “I would be so mad at you if I didn’t love this!”

“What do you love the most?” Courage asked casually as she stepped through a few ferns and stood inches behind the still-trembling mare. “The fact that we’re lost? That we’ve been in this jungle for two days?”

“Ooooh…” Starry whimpered as the magic dildo dove a little deeper. “I… I…”

Courage smiled and ran a hoof along her marefriend’s gorgeous ass, sweating from both the heat and the fun. “Or maybe that since last night, we’re in the worst heat of our lives? Or maybe… I’m just better at controlling myself than you.”

Courage giggled again and trotted to face the pretty mare finally coming down from her climax. Her dark coat was flushed, her eyes wide and her ears perked. She had the perfect body of a mare who explored the world for a living. A body that Courage wanted to pin to damp earth and fuck for the next week. She’s wanted to since she’d opened her eyes. But no matter what, the fire between her hindlegs kept burning no matter how many times Starry’s cool tongue danced across it.

“You’re giving me that look again,” Starry said warningly, though her eyes were still half-lidded. “I will get out my wand and blast you, you little nympho.”

Well, that requires a response, I think.

“Not if I snatch it and make you fuck yourself with it,” Courage purred with a predatory smile.

Starry’s head jerked back, staring at Courage. That look finally snapped Courage out of her lust-filled daze—well, a little—and she took a few steps back.

“Sorry. Got a little… um… to into it.”

Starry shivered as she pulled herself back to her hooves, her wings slowly folding as her tail finally went down. Even though she was a sweaty mess with her multihued blue mane plastered over her face, she still looked amazing. Courage really should just take her right here and now. They didn’t need anything else but each other’s pussies…

Courage shook her head again, trying to clear it. Only then did she feel… something. But what?

She looked around the immense jungle that surrounded them for miles in every direction. Sunlight streamed through tiny breaks in the canopy far above, making strange patterns of light and shadow all around them. Branches hung with creepers and vines that blew in the occasional breeze. A few birds sang high above, but there wasn’t much else in the way of animal life, which struck her as odd. This deep in the jungle, there should have been something.

She caught a faint motion out of the corner of her eyes, but when she turned, it was just some hanging vines brushed by an errant bit of wind. And still… she thought she’d seen a faint flash of something pink…

“There’s magic here,” Courage whispered, her own voice husky. “Magic doing something…”

She lit her horn and tried to focus on the source. Without a word, Starry pulled her wand out of her saddlebag and waved it in the air. She frowned as the tip lit up.

Courage couldn’t stop watching the way her marefriend moved. Celestia, she was so freaking sexy. There were days she spent with Starry when Courage wished she had a cock along with her cute little pussy. All to give the gorgeous pegasus mare the rutting she so richly deserved.

After activating her wand, Starry’s eyes flittered around around the jungle as she began to turn in place. She made a full circle before glancing at Courage.

She gasped and nearly dropped the wand. She shifted it to a wing and pointed a hoof at Courage’s head.

“Your horn!”

“What’s that, love?” Courage purred as she imagined herself over Starry, mounting her and—

“It’s a different color!”

Courage snapped out of the trance long enough to conjure a mirror to see… not the familiar green she’d had all her life, but a lurid, sensual violet laced with pink. It seemed to flow around her horn instead of coming from it. That felt… wrong, somehow. Like she was being… like…

Completely silly right now. After all, this is how it always looks.

How did Courage really feel about that sight? Well, obviously, it felt wonderful. Couraged loved that color. Why shouldn’t she? Hadn’t it been that color all her life?

“I feel odd…” Courage murmured, wiggling a little. Then she smiled. “But I like it.”

“I think there is something here…” Starry whispered, backing away. “And we should get away from it as soon as possible. That does not look right.”

“What?” Courage asked calmly as the mirror vanished into motes of violet magic. She felt warm all over, even more than the heat between her legs.

“Your horn! You’re not supposed to have violet magic! Your magic is green!”

Courage blinked. That didn’t sound right… did it? She remembered another color… but she also remembered a wonderful picture of Starry beneath her, moaning, panting, needing…

As she should be. Starry needs to calm down though.

“Starry, it’s fine,” Courage purred with a calming smile. “This is my normal color. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Okay, now I know something’s wrong,” Starry whipped her wand out and aimed it right for Courage’s head.

That won’t do. She needs to change her mind about this.

Courage nodded. A beam of white light lanced out of the wand, but Courage blocked it with a casual shield. Before Starry could cast again, Courage fired a quick little spell into her lover’s head. As soon as she had, the spell fled from her mind, though she was pretty sure it had only been there for a second.

Starry stumbled, dropping her wand as her pretty slitted eyes went wide. For a moment, her eyes swirled with the beautiful, sensual violet of Courage’s wonderful magic.

“No… wait… something’s…” she mumbled as she shivered from nose to tail, staring off into the jungle at nothing. “The color of your… magic should be…”

She trailed off and blinked a few times, Courage smiling at her as some odd presence left her awareness, but not before leaving a gift somewhere in her head that she would get to open soon enough. For now, she should focus on the confused Starry. After all, she had just started rambling about the color of Courage’s horn, like it had suddenly changed. That was silly. The magic of a unicorn never changes color, not unless something really weird was going on.

“What were you saying about my magic, love? What color was it?”

Starry blinked a few more times before she refocused on Courage. She smiled as Courage offered her her wand in a field of violet magic.

“Violet with hints of pink, honey. Same color it’s always been. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. You seemed a bit confused there for a second.”

Starry stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Maybe it’s because you keep making me cum over and over again when we’re supposed to be looking for this outcast zebra shaman.”

“You’re protesting?” Courage grinned. They began to walk side by side through the jungle. For some reason, she felt like they were going the right direction. “I could do something else.”

“Just saying it’s a delay…” Starry teased as she bumped shoulders with her mare.

“You’re right.” Courage smiled. “It is.”

Her horn lit up.

Starry stopped as she moaned, a thin vibrating strand of magic slowly working its way through the mare’s sex.

“No, no, no,” Courage chided as she cut the spell to next to nothing. “If you stop walking, the spell stops.”

“You’re a devious little…” Starry started walking again, moaning louder every few feet.

It was a minor wonder nothing had come after them, especially with Starry’s cries. The wild jungles of Zebrica weren’t known for being very friendly. But nothing had even come close. It seemed more than a little odd. But probably nothing to worry about. Somehow, Courage knew they were completely safe in this jungle.

Courage kept the spell going as they reached a large granite cliff face. There seemed to be the hints of two paths here, one leading to the north, one to the west.

“The north… ahhh… path looks like it might lead us to higher ground,” Starry panted. “The west goes deeper in, so we should avoid that…”

“We’re going west,” Courage said, though even she didn’t exactly know why. However, she didn’t want any questions, so she increased the intensity of the spell rubbing against Starry’s heated sex.

“West!” Starry squeaked as her eyes crossed. “West is good!”

For the next hour, Courage kept Starry on the very edge of orgasm as they trotted through the jungle. It wasn’t long before Starry wasn’t capable of anything more advanced than moans and whimpers. They paused at a stream, and Courage let her drink for a time without the spell—Courage didn’t want her marefriend collapsing from dehydration after all—but when they continued, Starry all but begged to be put under it again.

Courage found she rather liked having Starry as the submissive one for once. Usually, the small unicorn found herself often dominated by the powerful pegasus. Now, the tables had been turned and Starry could do nothing but beg for more.

The sensation was a heady one. A part of her wanted to just conjure a love bridle for her mare right now to help Starry accept her new and permanent role in their relationship. It was only right for Courage to be in charge, after all.

In fact, she was starting to sort through the spells she knew that might make their new arrangement last when they stumbled into a small clearing and found the tree.

Seeing their destination startled Courage. She accidentally overdid the spell and sent a thick magic thrust into Starry’s dripping sex. The mare erupted, collapsing with all four legs in different directions as she spasmed on the vine-strewn ground. She was so overwhelmed, she hardly made a single sound.

Courage barely noticed as Starry endured one of the best orgasms of her life.

Instead, Courage slowly and reverently approached the tree.

It was one of the ancient baobab trees that were scattered throughout the jungle. However, Courage knew this one… this one was special. No other baobab tree in the area had been lovingly treated with the ancient Brew of Homes over the course of three lunar cycles. No other tree had been delicately worked over until every inch of its rough surface had been touched by the sweat-soaked hoof of its zebra caretaker. The stones before the doorway were well worn the with hooves of generations of zebras, still visible even if the door itself looked like it had been undisturbed for years. The half-dozen windows along the side were all shuddered and the cheerful lamps placed outside were all out. The sight of it sent a pang of homesickness through Courage, though she couldn’t figure out why.

Nor could she remember where she had learned about the Brew of Homes.

Large masks of welcome hung from the bark above the door, as hundreds charms and wind-chimes hung from the wide, thick branches spreading out overhead. A small river ran directly behind the tree, adding its beautiful sound to the surreal setting. Several of the wind chimes began to jingle, though there wasn’t much of a wind.

“This is it,” Courage whispered. “What we’ve sought for so long…”

Starry just moaned softly in response. Courage rolled her eyes and turned to her marefriend.

“Starry, I swear if you—”

“Sorry, hun.” Starry stood inches away from Courage. Her wand booped her nose. “This is for your own good.”

“Wai—” Courage shouted, but Starry squeezed her eyes shut and fired the wand.

Everything in Courage’s mind went blank as she tumbled backward and landed among several large ferns, her hooves in the air and her body twitching. For a time, there was nothing but a strange sense of emptiness and a faint chuckle from… somewhere. A chuckle of a male?

Slowly, thoughts started to trickle back into her empty head.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, only when she focused, Starry held her wand in her mouth, aimed squarely at Courage’s head.

“What’s your name?” Starry demanded, taking a step forward.

“What?”

“Name!” Starry barked.

Courage held up her hooves, trying to ward her marefriend off. “Courage Fire!”

“And mine?” Starry demanded.

“I don’t—”

A blast of magic ripped from of the wand and tore a gouge into earth beside Courage’s head, coating half of her face in dirt.

“Starlight Twist!” Courage squeaked.

“And I’m your what?”

“Marefriend?” Courage said, hoping she was right.

Starry eyed her.

“And why did we come out here?”

“To… to find the lost hut of Shauku the Passionate,” Courage answered slowly. “And to recover any of his spells, formula or recipes to return to—”

Starry waved her into silence, finally putting her wand down.

“Now, do you feel like sexually dominating me right now?”

“Not even remotely,” Courage said with absolute certainty, her eyes still wide, her heart hammering. “I’m pretty sure I’m the sub right now.”

Starry finally smirked. “You’re always my little unicorn sub, Courage.”

With that, she helped Courage back to her hooves. Once Courage managed to get the dirt out of her mane, she glared at her marefriend and frowned. “What was that all about?”

“You’ve been acting strange all day! We both have! But you specifically. Especially since… since…” Starry frowned and growled at herself. “It’s something about your horn. I… can’t remember! But my memories of it feel wrong, like somepony messed with them!”

“Don’t look at me!” Courage’s ears went back. “I don’t know memory magic! Or mind magic! Or anything like that!”

A cool wind ran over her body, caressing it in all sorts of intimate places. She shivered in place and raised her hips slightly. Her tail even went up a little and she could have sworn someone had whispered, “You could.”

Starry didn’t seem to have noticed. She seemed wholly unaffected.

“I—” Courage began, but Starry cut her off.

“I don’t like this. This is probably the place, but you had me as your moaning, walking sex toy for hours now and that’s weird, even for you. Maybe we should mark this spot on our maps and come back tomorrow.”

“No!” Courage cried as wind chimes sounded above them. “We found this place by chance! We can’t let this moment slip away. We both know how important this is. We need the money from this job. We need to do a thorough investigation now. Who knows if we’ll find this hut again?”

Wind began to move across the clearing once more, caressing Courage’s sides. She sighed softly.

“Starry, please,” she pleaded. “You know I’m right. Finding this place was a one-in-a-million chance. We can’t waste it! This has to be the place!”

“I… I guess you’re right,” Starry muttered. “But… I still think this place is screwing with our heads. From now on, if you feel strange at all, you tell me, got it?”

Courage nodded eagerly. “Of course, Starry.”

“Good. Now, let’s… do a survey of the exterior.”

Wind chimes went off above Courage’s head and she swore she felt a presence right there, beside her, staring at her, looking her up and down, wanting her, nibbling on her ear…

“Courage, come on, check the other side!” Starry called as she investigated a few hanging bottles near the river. “And shout if you feel anything weird! At all!”

“Okay!” Courage replied as she trotted to the far side of the tree, just out of sight from Starry.

Should she say something about this weird sense of somepony else here?

Of course not. It’s all in the imagination!

The thought… sounded… felt… whatever… it seemed off. Like it was her voice, but not quite.

She opened her mouth to call out to Starry, only for a rush of wind to flow over her and press into her lips. A moment later, a tongue of wind intertwined within hers. The sensation was so different, so alien, she reacted on automatic, which was to say, she melted into the kiss. She moaned softly as the wind seemed to be an excellent kisser.

That cleansing spell did not last long, she heard somepony say somewhere, along with another chuckle. Silly weak-minded unicorn.

Then the memory seemed to just float away, leaving nothing but a vague confusion.

Meanwhile, the wind stroked her mane with invisible hooves, teased her ears into their upright position, then slowly blew into them. Courage sighed in delight, her heart doing little backflips of contentment.

Such a good mare.

This time the voice sounded much more like her own. Wind chimes went off all around her, but she barely noticed as she kissed her invisible wind partner. Starry had never kissed her like this before!

Such a good, open, obedient mare.

Those were her thoughts! Why was she thinking them, though? Was it… was it because she really was a good, open, obedient mare? She felt something inside the back of her head pop when the thought slipped through her mind. There might have even been a chuckle.

Then a hoof was on her pussy and she didn’t care about anything else anymore.

Shouldn’t bother Starry about any of this. This isn’t weird or strange. It’s normal to enjoy the tender touch of the wind upon the body.

She nodded to herself. Seemed perfectly logical to her. She just needed to let Starry focus on their task. That’s what would be best. Anyway, she could remember plenty of times where just standing in the wind had brought her to her knees in an orgasm. They were a little hazy, but they were there. Right?

Right.

And that was settled.

“Courage, find anything?”

There was a surge of wind above her and a cord that connected an old potion to a string fell into Courage’s waiting hooves. She didn’t even remember sitting down to catch it. She put the bottle into her back and stood back up only to—

I should spread my legs.

“Courage? Don’t make me blast you again!”

She spread her legs, though she didn’t know why she—

Something flowed into her aching pussy as the kiss at her other end transformed to become a flowing river of air into her. She spasmed at both ends as the wind took her in the most intimate way possible. The contact lasted only seconds, but when they slipped away, they left something within the very core of her being. Something good and right. Something that the good, obedient and open mare was happy to carry.

As soon as she was free, a strange series of thoughts just appeared in her head, truths she knew as if they were written inside her own cutie mark.

I’m not ready to bloom yet. But when I am, I will go to the circle, present my pussy and whisper his name. Only then will I blossom into my own private truth. Until then, this seed will guide me.

She wanted to bloom so badly, but it would take a little bit of time. But she couldn’t tell Starry. It was unimportant to their task. Plus, she seemed stressed, so when the wind retreated from her, she quickly trotted around the corner and waved at her marefriend. Only then did she realize a tiny ball of wind had remained behind in her pussy. She smiled at Starry to mask the smile at the ball of wind that continued to caress her.

“I found this potion!” Courage called as she trotted over. “I couldn’t make out the label though.”

She levitated the potion over. Starry studied it, wiping away some out of the grime. She frowned and pulled a small jeweler’s lens from her saddlebags.

“Essence of Zebra,” Starry finally muttered. “Huh… nothing else. And the writing’s modern, so… this might actually be the place. It matches some of the scraps collected in Assem Village’s library.” She turned the potion over a few times in her hooves. “Still, weird. Wonder what it does?”

Courage shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. But I doubt it’s viable. Anything intact is going to be inside.”

Starry glared at the door. “I don’t know… I still don’t like this place. Don’t you get the feeling that we’re being watched?”

Courage stared at her marefriend before bursting out laughing. “You say that like this place is haunted!”

“We’ve seen stranger things before,” Starry muttered.

“And we’ve dealt with them before. This is what we do. It’s just an empty house.”

Courage glanced up as a cloud blocked the sun for a moment, then vanished. Then she headed for the front door.

“Empty house of a mad zebra alchemist,” Starry muttered, but still followed.

Author's Note

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Wandering Thoughts

Starry’s mind had all but turned to mush under the relentless pounding of the Master Shaman’s cock. And yet, she still retained a tiny piece of herself deep within. It was slippery, like a marble coated in butter, but somehow she managed to keep her grip on it. Maybe it was something about this place. Maybe it was something she’d done. Maybe it was what she had once been. It was still there.

But even that piece couldn’t resist the sheer pleasure of the combination of that potion and Master Shaman’s cock. She loved it. It felt so wonderful just to give herself to that sensation. A sensation that insisted she’d never been a pegasus or had an interest in magic. It was so hard to—

Starry yelped as the cock suddenly seemed to thrust through her entire body, reach forward and pierce a tiny portion of her mind, sending mental shockwaves through her consciousness. Starry spasmed as a shockwave hit some of her memories with her marefriend, a unicorn named—

“Ah!” she squeaked as her pussy clamped down on the thick, wonderful cock.

—a zebra shaman named Courage Fire. Not the best of alchemists, nothing like the Master Shaman who was plowing her over and over again. But decent. She’d been mostly happy with her—

“Oh Ancestors!” Starry screamed as the cock struck again...

—more or less satisfied with her love life with Courage, but she needed more. She wanted to know more. See more. So, she’d eventually left Courage to find Shauku the Passionate. Rumors of the Master Shaman’s virility and strength had spread throughout the land and that’s what she wanted. It was a shock the Master Shaman didn’t have an entire harem dedicated to service. Eventually, she knew that would change. Still, her time with Courage hadn’t been all bad. She’d enjoyed being the dominant one in their—

“Master! Yes!”

—being a submissive, horny little sex toy for Courage whenever they had gotten into that mood. She’d always been a submissive zebra mare. Nothing drove her wild quite like having somezebra take control of her. And there was something about this Master Shaman that brought that part of her out all the time. With the Master Shaman, she knew she’d never be dominant again, unless the Master Shaman willed it. She knew from then on, she would never be anything more than the Shaman’s submissive assistant, lover and occasional pet. She existed to serve. To obey. To aid.

“Well done, assistant!” the Master Shaman praised. “I can… I can feel us getting closer… but you need more. You need to be even better. And you will be.”

Starry turned her head just enough to see the Master Shaman. For a moment, she had the memory of a orange-coated mare with orangish brown mane claiming her, but the being above her looked nothing like the picture she had in her hea—

The image vanished, replaced by the goddess of a mare ramming her thick black cock into Starry’s eager sex.

Her stunning visage, with a supple yet strong body of a zebra who lived in and fought with the jungle day in and day out. With every thrust, Starry saw muscles move and twist in ways that sent her head spinning. Her coat was the perfect deep gray of an oncoming storm with thick black stripes twisting around her body like some sensual snake. Her mane was the traditional mohawk of a Master Shaman, though she had a single lock of orangish brown hair on her forehead to show her disregard for the backward ideals of the Zebrican Shamanistic Council. The goddess’s tail flicked back and forth, revealing much the same, though her tail was long, luscious and flowing.

She looked down at Starry with a smirk and eyes the color of—

Starry blinked. The Master Shaman’s eyes were a strange combination of blue and amber, swirled together, neither really one or the other. She’d never seen such a thing. It had to be—

The Master Shaman suddenly stopped thrusting. Starry gaped at the change, her body immediately protesting, aching for more, willing to give almost anything to continue to be pounded.

“Time to test you, assistant,” the Master Shaman said with a grin. “I, of course, have perfect control over my body. You do not. I command you to find three potions. Do so, and I will claim you again and again until this storm ends. Fail, and you will serve me with your lips while I forbid you your own pleasure until the sun sets twice.”

“I… I must… remove myself from you?” Starry whined. She couldn’t help herself. The cock almost felt like it had grown larger while inside of her! She didn’t want it to leave! It belonged inside of her! “Are… you sure Master?”

“I am,” the Master Shaman sniffed. “Find the potion that will make you eternally submissive to me in body and mind, the one that will refine your nearly-perfect compatibility with me, and finally, a draft of Heart’s Desire for yourself. I shall become your only reason for existence.”

The Master Shaman slowly withdrew from her and Starry lost all thought again. She shuddered and twisted, her tail thrashing in need until with a pop, she was separated from the Master Shaman. Her body immediately begged her to spear herself on the Master Shaman’s cock, but the Master Shaman sat down on her haunches and idly toyed with the mammoth black tool, looking up at her assistant expectantly.

“If you desire this, obey me.”

Starry scrambled to her hooves and scampered into the lab proper. All the while, her pussy ached with the memory of the huge cock. She needed it. So, she would obey.

She knew what all the potions looked like and their locations within the laboratory, of course. The piece of her that was still her pointed out that the Shaman had fucked out all of her experience with magic to put that information there. The rest of her didn’t care. She was a zebra. Magic came from potions, not sticks.

Anyway, she now served the Master Shaman. If the Master Shaman decided to fuck new knowledge into her mind and displace other parts of her, that was the Master Shaman’s right.

She found the first potion and checked the label. Indeed, it was the correct potion. One of many potions forbidden by the Zebrican authorities that the Master Shaman had brewed. This one would wholly make her the perfect living puppet of her Master. The Master Shaman’s will would become her reality. She’d give up every bit of independence by drinking this. The Master Shaman would be capable of reprogram her mind with a few words.

The thought made her so wet she almost came right there. Free will was a small price to pay to get that cock in her again.

She galloped to the other side as the Master Shaman began to hum. It took some rummaging in one of the drawers, but she came out with the compatibility potion. This potion was just frowned on by the outside world, for it would simply make her an even better mate for her Master Shaman by reshaping both her thoughts and her body further.

Finally, she went to the station the Master Shaman had been working at, the one with the planters. Another draft of Heart’s Desire had been waiting there for her. She moved to grab it.

“Stop,” commanded the Master Shaman behind her.

She obeyed instantly, all but freezing in place.

“Give them all to me.” The Master Shaman instructed.

She turned and did so, her head down in submission.

“Close your eyes and think of nothing but me claiming you, assistant.”

Standing there, her eyes closed and her hips began to buck as she imagined the Master Shaman claiming her again. The Master felt so wonderful atop her. She moaned softly.

After a few moments, the other zebra chuckled. “That should be enough to bind you properly to me. You may stop and open your eyes, assistant.”

Starry did as instructed, finding herself looking at the three potions now sitting on the table. All of them had been recapped. It wasn’t hard to figure out what the Master Shaman had done. And that made Starry want it more.

“Become my servant in all things,” the Master Shaman commanded.

The little piece inside Starry shouted at her to resist. She hesitated briefly. The Master Shaman let out a hum of surprise.

“There is part of you that does not wish to serve?” the Master Shaman asked. “I already know you cannot even think of me as anything other than ‘Master Shaman.’ Can barely even think of me as male or female… and yet you hesitate.”

That little marble fought back. She didn’t want it to!

“Help me?” Starry begged softly.

The Master Shaman seemed to consider her request. “Oh… very well. Only because I enjoy pounding your beautiful zebra pussy, assistant.”

Then, the Master Shaman slid atop of her. She moaned as if she were in heat. But when the Master Shaman slipped the very tip of that massive cock inside of her, even her little marble couldn’t resist.

“Become mine,” the Master Shaman whispered in her ear. “Become the property of Shauku the Passionate.”

Before anything else inside her could resist, she popped off the top of the potion and downed the entire thing. It tasted like kiwi. Then, a strange wave of numbness washed over her. She could feel nothing save for the cock barely parting her lower lips Even her mind… numb.

The Master Shaman whispered something she didn’t understand. She shivered and felt something pass from herself into the Master and something from the Master pass into her.

She blinked, and all sensation returned.

“You’re mine now,” whispered Master Shaman.

“I’m yours now,” Starry repeated. She’d lost something in that numbness… but did it matter, really?

Of course not. Not unless Master Shaman said so.

“Mmm… your thoughts are pleasing, but you may now think of me with my true name, though address me as Master or Master Shaman,” said the Master Shaman. “My true name is Shauku. You have now forgotten any other name I once had.”

“Master Shauku,” Starry whispered, honored to be able to think of Shauku by her real name.

“You may possess memories of me as being male. But you know that these days, I am female with additional equipment. You find this extremely enticing. You accept it. You revel in it. It arouses you intensely.”

“Yes, Master Shauku.” Her hips bounced a bit, wanting Shauku so much more now.

“And I was thinking… you deserve a proper Zebra name now that you’re wholly submissive to me. How about Watii? Yes, I like that. Let that name burn into you, replacing what you were.”

Watii came from the sheer pleasure of being completely rewritten on a base level as the old name she suddenly forgot just vanished until it had never been there. She’d always been Watii. Her parents had named her that. Her lovers had called her that. Her friends had whispered secrets to her as that.

“I am Watii,” Watii whispered as a small ball bounced around in her head, protesting about… something.

“Time for the next.” Shauku commanded. “Drink it and become more perfect for me.”

She wanted nothing more. She did as instructed, no hesitation, no doubt, just a need to obey Shauku’s beautiful voice. She drank… and it tasted just as Shauku smelled.

Without thinking, her hips slammed backward. Shauku shouted in surprise as Watii suddenly hilted herself on her Master’s cock. Then she started to shake. She couldn’t even process the pleasure of being on Shauku’s cock again. She was too busy writhing as she changed for her Master and mate. She felt herself shrink a little, until the Master Shaman was at least half a foot taller than her. Her hips swelled, becoming perfect for Shauku to grab as she took her with that giant cock that threatened to split her in two. Her nipples on her underside became so intensely sensitive she thought she might pass out. Her mane grew out a little more, as did her tail. To her surprise, another stripe of light blue appeared in both. And finally, she caught sight of her new mark: three bottles on a shelf. The bottles were in a swirl pattern with a heart within. Her identity. Her truth. Her very self.

Then, the changes to her mind began. She could feel knowledge swelling inside of her, knowledge designed to be a perfect compliment to her Master. She could step in and do so much in the lab… and she blushed when her sexual knowledge blossomed as well. The potion’s magic swirled through her brain, leaving behind all the ways she could bring pleasure to a herm zebra. So much of her mind was dedicated to the sexual service of her Master. Without intending to, she began to do one of them, moaning lustily as she worked her hips slowly back and forth along her Master’s thick length.

Finally, the potions warm hit her pussy and seemed to buzz within her even as Shauku moaned to Watii’s desperate needs.

“Mmm… do you want me to burst inside you so bad?” Shauku moaned as she began to truly fuck the smaller zebra’s needy sex.

“Yes, Master Shauku!” Watii begged. “Please, I… I want nothing more…”

“Then have it, my good assistant…” Shauku grunted. “Have your first load of my seed knowing there will be many more until the day you become my broodmare. A day you look forward to.”

In an instant, her mind switched tracks, imaging the day far in the future when Shauku would truly claim her as her first wife after giving her the potion that undid the potion most zebra mare took upon adulthood… the one to prevent children until the time was right. Then, she would spend three days serving Shauku in every way until she couldn’t help but be filled with foals.

She thought about that day… and let out a cry so loud it shook the very walls when Shauku unloaded into her. The beautiful warm spilled into her, filling her to the brim in moments. Then, Shauku pushed harder and the cock spurted deeper and… Watii started cumming again and again and…

The potion… reacted.

“Master, I’m… something’s changing!” Watii cried as she felt something heavy and warm behind to grow beneath her. “I… am…”

Shauku’s hoof wrapped around her middle to stroke at a new rod growing between her legs. Watii couldn’t help but moan in need at the touch.

“Mmm… compatible… compatible indeed… it seems some nights you will claim me… when I so desire it…” Shauku said, her voice a mix of awe, approval and intense arousal. “Let us test this.”

“Master Shauku, please I…” Watii barely managed to keep her hooves beneath her as with one hoof, Shauku began to stroke her off even as Shauku continued to pound her spasming pussy.

“Be proud of your new cock, Watii. I am pleased. When our first acolytes begin to arrive, I shall give you the task of greeting both male and female now. You will bend each to my service. Aside from serving me, it is your new greatest pleasure.”

Images flashed in her mind as she saw herself claiming zebra after zebra and inducting them into the service of Shauku the Passionate. Watii felt her new addition swell to its full length, large, but not nearly as large as her Master’s. And she could feel it getting ready to unload for the first time.

“Master… I think… I’m going to…”

Shauku stroked faster, pounded faster and everything else. Watii couldn’t think. She couldn’t act. She could only obey.

They became one hungry, lusting cycle of endless need, even as a tiny marble of thought bounced around in Watii’s sex-soaked mind.

Watii exploded, first from her cock and then from her pussy just as Shauku unleashed another dose of seed into her. Jets of white burst forth from Watii as the alien feeling of a cock going off nearly overwhelmed her. It was only the strength of her Master that kept her upright.

When they were done, they both remained upright and shivering.

“You have done well, but there’s one last thing to do. The last potion.” Shauku said in that strong, sexy voice. “Drink it… and gain your heart’s desire.”

Her only desire right then was to be the mate of Shauku the Passionate forever. So, though Shauku had to move with her a little, she stretched out a hoof and grabbed it.

“Already, the one that once inhabited this body has been fully consumed by my superior essence. Now, Watii, you must consume anything left of the creature you were. Then, our work will truly begin as we slowly seduce those fools who banished me. We will retake the Council and rebuild it into mares and stallions eager to embrace their passions!”

Watii smiled back at her beloved Master. “Master… I serve you in everything… but if I may speak?”

Shauku twitched her hips. Watii’s pussy—and cock—spasmed in response.

“You may.”

“That sounds like you plan to take over the world.”

“Nonsense,” Shauku scoffed. “If I did that, I’d never have time to work. Just some simple revenge, then back to work. Nothing more! Enough. Drink. Become perfect. Become what you’ve always meant to be.”

Author's Note

I totes had fun with their names~! I know lots of people go with Z-only names for zebras, but we only know that's a thing for griffons! Instead, I went with Swahili-based names~! They are were more fun~!

Seriously, tho, somepony brainwash me like this~

Lemme know if I made a mistake through PMs~! :3

Breakpoint

I know what I’m meant to be, you son of a bitch!

The little marble, all the remained of Starlight Twist, had been waiting for this moment since Shauku had mentioned this draft. While no great alchemist, being with Courage for so long had taught her a few things. Namely that there was one plant you didn’t mess with unless you were sure. The very same one Shauku seemed so enamored with.

So, the tiny core of her soul smashed into the brain of Watii the Zebra just as the first drops of the Heart’s Desire potion touched her lips. Watii yelped in shock, nearly choking while a few key memories shoved themselves into her mind.

However, before she could stop herself, Watii had already finished the tiny potion.

“Master Shauku, I…”

Both Watii and Starlight Twist knew the effects of a potion brewed from the legendary flower. It was hard not to know of it. It was one of the most powerful regents to many love and passion spells. In fact, it was so potent, it could create external effects.

But in its pure form, the potion did actually do as advertised: it would grant the drinker their heart’s desire. Or at least… try to.

In this case, there were two complications. First of all, Starry had just smashed into Watii’s mind and given the potion two hearts to work with, which muddled things quite a bit.

Second, the potion had not been pure, for Shauku—as the male spirit had finally corrupted Courage’s name shortly before—had decided to add a drop from her body’s own maleness to increase the potency and make sure the new desires were bonded to her.

Her attempt succeeded. And… it didn’t.

“Something’s… strange…” Shauku mumbled as her hips started to buck, fucking Watii wildly. “No, I will… I will… not…”

“This is my body!” shouted Watii in Starlight’s voice.

“Do I look like a pegasus to you?” Watii snapped. “Be gone. Be… ahhhhh! Master… please… not now… my mind… help… it’s… ”

“You shall not banish me this easily!” Shauku bellowed even as the cock continued to rewrite parts of Watii into an even better zebra. “I have taken your thoughts! Your mind! Your body! Everything! I am bound here now!”

Then, a new voice—at least to Watii—replied. “Not bound enough, you fucker.”

Author's Note

Ooooooooooo, looks like these two ain't as gone as everyone thought! Heeeee~! Fooled ya~!

...no promises if they'll win tho. :3

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Tell me mistakes by PMs! <3