TimeBomb's "Sexty Minute Ponies" Collection

Prompt #12: "Somepony's favorite toy."

Deep within the Everfree Forest lied the home of Zecora, Ponyville’s only resident zebra. Inside her hut, she could be found working on yet another in a long line of special remedies. She darted from one end of her home to the other, grabbing the necessary ingredients off the shelf and quickly placing them into a large cauldron that occupied the center of the room. She worked at the cauldron with the expertise that only someone of her upbringing could muster: A quick stir of the pot here, a pinch of Heart’s Desire there, and a diligent eye on the color and viscosity of the brew.

Thanks to her quick pace, the brew was nearly complete. Only one ingredient remained to be added. This ingredient, however, was one whose method of extracting always caused a moment of hesitation for Zecora. No matter how urgently she needed to finish preparing this concoction, she would always need to mentally push herself into procuring this ingredient. As she stared into the bubbling liquid, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was to come.

Slowly, Zecora sat herself down in front of the black pot. She leaned back and moved her rear limbs apart, blushing at the sight as always. With trepidation, she reached a hoof down to that special place between her haunches and rubbed a little. As she had expected, her body reacted to the sensation with pleasure. “Oh, heavens…” she moaned quietly in her native tongue.

This was the part of the brewing that truly required a disciplined mind to pull off. Where others would forget about the brew completely in their bliss and keep going until they were satisfied, Zecora knew that if she could show restraint, her reward would be far greater.

Thankfully for her, she needn’t have worked herself for very long. In just a few strokes, her hoof had already become damp with the necessary key ingredient. In one quick motion, Zecora snapped her limb away from the growing warm spot and closed up her legs. She took the telltale hoof and dipped it into the brew, swirling it around a little to make sure every last drop mixed in with the other ingredients.

Standing back up, Zecora stared into the potion and began to smile. The brew swirled and bubbled before settling back down, it’s color changed into a vivid pink. An aroma of flowers, not unlike the ones found in scented candle, permeated the air, putting her mind at ease, if only for a moment.

The brew, whose name translated roughly into “Lover’s Touch”, was now complete.

It was a recipe that Zecora had become all too familiar with since she began her stay at Ponyville. Her curious demeanor coupled with her strange choice of location for a home had made her into a social pariah when she first moved in. It wasn’t until the efforts of a few nosy mares and one precocious filly that this had turned around. Despite this, much of her time was still spent in only the company of herself. Though she enjoyed the company of other ponies while at town, Zecora was only truly comfortable when she only had herself and her potions to keep her company.

That is, until a certain inevitable came around every year. When she had awoken feeling more…bothered than before, Zecora knew it was time for that special brew to be made once more. The one that would help remedy her problem without requiring a partner.

Zecora slowly licked her lips while she leaned over the cauldron’s edge. She was successful in procuring the key ingredient without going too far, but it wasn’t without side effects. The bothersome itchiness that bugged her throughout the day had erupted into a longing burn. She could almost hear the brew calling to her, beckoning her like a nice, warm bath. If it really was callling to her, it was a call she couldn’t refuse.

Climbing onto a step ladder, Zecora stuck her forehoof out once more and dangled it just above the liquid. She took one last breath to steel herself, and then dipped it into the brew.

Warmth. Warm, loving care caressed her limb. Though it was liquid merely heated through the result of a chemical reaction, the sensation was something Zecora could only describe as a pair of hooves rubbing against her hoof. It massaged away all the aches she never realized she had. A bubble rose up and pressed onto the base of the limb, giving the feeling of a tender kiss against her flesh.

Zecora cooed and sighed as the brew worked its magic. She had prepared this potion with extra care and could feel the fruits of her labor working on her now. She wanted, nay, needed to feel more, to have the brew do as it was intended upon every last inch of her, to have this burning desire of hers satisfied.

Zecora did just that, and climbed all the way into the brew. The liquid encased her legs, stopping just short of her barrel and the source of her ailment. The sensations quickly multiplied; where there was just one set of liquid hooves and lips upon her, there were now several giving her legs their complete and undivided attention. The bottom half of her tail also submerged into the potion, and a set of rough bubbles stroked it not unlike a playful partner tickling her with his tongue. It was enough to make her moan again, but as always, she craved more.

Teasing herself, Zecora dunked her head under the water. Deep within the pink liquid, more bubbles swirled around her, mimicking the feel of kisses and licks. A group of small bubbles tugged at her ears and mane, like a lover gently nibbling her more sensitive places. Zecora moaned once more and added more bubbles to the mix.

She kept underwater as much as she could, but all foreplay had to come to an end at some point. Resurfacing for air, Zecora shook the excess drops free from her head. Her mane now fell at the sides and freely flung about. She could only smile as the magic continued to massage the parts of her still held under the surface.

There was only one remaining portion of her that she had wanted to get in the brew, and it was the most important part of her. Teasing herself once again, Zecora bent her hind legs until the very edge of her labia touched the surface.

She gasped at what she believed to have been a quick poke at a very special nub. What hesitation she had felt before she had climbed into the cauldron was driven out of her in that very instant.

“What would I do without you, my very special lover’s brew?” She spoke in the common tongue before she finally took the plunge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Ran out of time before I could get to the good stuff, sadly. This might not be a “toy”, per se, but I do like where I was going with this. At the very least, I can probably say that I’m the first author to write about an FiM character using a magical bath as a masturbatory aid.