Lightning Dusted

While he was far from the best flier, even after all his practice in recent months, Zephyr Breeze easily made loops above the Everfree Forest with boisterous laughter. Sure, it was nice to have some casual sex whenever he wanted it, but he needed something more; a partner he could settle down with to make his family proud and to show off to others.

But it was obvious Lightning Dust wasn't going to budge with his current methods. He'd have to undertake more...drastic measures. Ones that gave him a moment's pause, even in the love-stricken state the potion had permanently left him in after its effects had worn off. She'd unintentionally stolen his heart, and well, it was time he stole hers back!

His next stop? Zecora's hut in the middle-of-nowhere. He didn't really know her, just by reputation, which made it clear she'd hesitate to offer up anything if it would be supposedly be used irresponsibly. Convinced though he was at his ability to smooth talk any female, given the right circumstance, he didn't have the time nor patience to charm her right now.

Instead he spied through a window while the zebra hummed and went about her chores. The cauldron at the center was hissing and steaming, threatening to bubble over, until she'd swiftly trot over and stir it with a large wooden spoon. The walls were lined with all kinds of tribal masks and fetishes; but his eyes were pinned to the shelves. Upon them were rows of colorful potions, each helpfully labeled with their uses and instructions, or in some cases warnings.

He ducked down several times when she looked his way, cocking an eyebrow. But after a moment she shrugged it off and returned to her business, used to all sorts of strange creatures poking their noses around her home.

With a yawn she stretched, readying herself for bed now that the pale moon and stars blanketed the area, bringing with them a whispering wind and a ghost-like miasma that crept over the greenery. He realized it was now-or-never.

Her back was turned once he quietly slipped in, scanned the vials, and plucked a hot pink one with a forehoof. Immediately she shot back outside, heart-racing, hopeful that she wouldn't notice its absence for some time.

After he'd put quite a bit of distance between them he spun about with jubilant cheers, pressing his prize to his chest. “I did it!”

Yet he dared not celebrate too much. After all, this was merely the first step.

*****

The next morning, at the crack of dawn when she usually woke herself to train, Lightning Dust experimentally stretched her plumage to its full span. “Almost back to normal,” she noted bending the individual feathers. She'd barely seen her crew in the Washouts since her injury, ashamed to face them, and no way was she going to admit she was sleeping with a total dork. Nonetheless he was skilled enough in bed at least to keep her coming back, to her surprise.

However that's all it was and ever would be. Even if she could openly admit his surprising charms, once she'd gotten used to him, no way was she throwing away her reputation and career to pop out foals and take care of some quaint little hovel. That was beneath her. She wanted a life of constant excitement, where every day she needed to push herself further and harder!

She hopped off the ground in the the clearing and hovered in place. “Least I can properly fly again rather than just glide. Still won't be able to pull of any amazing stunts soon, though.” She sighed and grit her teeth, certain that lazy bum Rainbow Dash was out there somewhere, surpassing her like usual. She grit her teeth and growled, shaking away unpleasant memories.

Almost as bad were the heat and ache in her loins; something she'd never had to deal with most of her life. But since the first time Zephyr had taken her, its like her entire body was stirred up with hormones, inexplicably addicted to his touch and smell. Maybe any remotely handsome and virile stallion could do the same for her, but she dared not test those waters. Her relationship with him was casual, without much fear of threat or consequence despite how annoying he could be.

Nevertheless he kept insisting they should settle down, practically pleading like a lovestruck groupie. “I'll probably have to break it off soon. Too bad. I kind of like him, but he's too needy. Oh well. Being fuckbuddies should be enough for him!”

She shot out at the top speed she could manage in her current condition, towards his home which was thankfully tucked away from civilization. She didn't want to be caught dead with him, after all. A mare like her could have her pick of almost anypony if she wanted. He'd just happened to be in the right place at the right time, she repeatedly told herself!

*****

It started with the usual routine. Zephyr arrived in his room to find her waiting for him, sprawled in a sultry manner on her side in his bed. His room was a bit of a mess as usual, knick-knacks strewn about and some well-used dirty magazines barely peeking out, but she'd simply laughed and shrugged it off the first time she'd seen them. To her it was just a place to get laid.

He leered at her. “Enjoying the eligible bachelor's pad?”

“It's okay, I suppose. Don't keep me waiting.” She half-lidded her eyes at him, slowly swishing her tail about.

“Oh, I won't.” He trotted over with a low growl. This time he intended to rut her so hard they'd break the bed. Sure, it would be expensive to replace, but for the most mind-blowing sex yet it would totally be worth it!

He pounced atop her with a bounce. She winced a bit, her wing still sore, but soon squealed in delight when he starting planting tiny pecks all over her. She writhed under him, chewing on her lower lip with a low coo. Already his stallionhood started to peek from its sheath, rubbing his flare upon her moist entrance and slathering his veiny girth in lubrication.

Lifting one of her hindlegs, gradually he started to part her warm canal, taking her sideways. Her dock lifted her tail high as she could, giving him a full view of her penetrated pussy and puckered ponut. He slid past the medial ring, his girth opening her until it hugged his cock in appreciation until it conformed. Her teeth clamped around a pillow with muffled cries when he started to fuck her. Creaks sounded, the platform rocking back-and-forth each time he speared her.

His testicles smacked into her bouncy buttocks. Again he was spearing her cervix-deep, and she cringed a little, thankful that the pleasure offset the pain. Sometimes she'd join in on the work, but usually she just let him do whatever, so long as it felt okay, content to just surrender control for once. In a sense it was the most risky, dangerous stunt of all!

Even so she still had her limits and made certain to take those contraceptive potions to neutralize his sperm afterward. He grunted, battering her womb entrance, determined to lock his tip back into its slippery core and overstuff it.

She cringed, never caring much for such rough treatment on her cervix but shrugging it off. He was usually good otherwise, after all, not that she could share that with anypony else; getting off to a dork like him would be like a stallion admitting he liked to fuck fat mares! Faster he rutted her, muscles straining, low growls mingling with her subdued whinnies.

His forehoof yanked her tail, the other one landing repeated slaps on her pliable asscheeks. They wobbled about, having put on a bit of fat that made them more plush since she hadn't been able to fly much in a while. She yelped and moaned with each brutal, audible smack, each leaving a red hoofprint on her jiggling cheeks which slapped into each other.

She squealed and kicked her hindlegs, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes when her dam broke all over him. He smashed her pussy hard as he could, with such force he bottomed out in her slippery womb, much like a Diamond Dog would knot its mate so she was certain to be impregnated. Her cunt reflexively sucked him off, swallowing his seed which he shot into its depths. They couldn't pull apart now if they wanted to, thoroughly locked into one sweaty, heaving entity.

He reached under the bed with a wing and scooped up the potion. Uncorking it, he dumps the contents into her open maw.

Lightning hacked and coughed, traces running down her blushing cheeks. “W-what the fuck...?!”

“Just a-a little insurance,” he wheezed between pants while beaming down at her. Their genitals were still quivering, riding the downward slope of a high, minds numbed with lust and contentment. Yet for her it was quickly turning to sheer horror, insides twisting as her brain started to dull. Her eyes watered and she whimpered, realizing that she was losing herself.

“Soon, my love, you'll be all mine!” Cheerily he kissed her forehead, barely able to contain his glee.