Side Effects

As the sun was just beginning to dip in the late afternoon, two figures emerged from the treeline of the jungle, enthralled in a chase, or was it a race? It wouldn't have been terribly clear to onlookers. If it was a race, the striped participant was barely ahead, huffing with cheeks red from either exertion or the effects of a particular potion travelling through his veins. If a chase, then the zebra was close to losing. Just behind, wearing a playful yet predatory smile, a unicorn was in hot pursuit. Although this would bring further confusion. There was no attempts to leap forwards and grab the zebra, or perhaps more obviously, simply grapple the cantering zebra with his magic. Instead, sometimes the pony would lurch his neck forward, nipping playfully at the zebra's plush booty, other times his tongue would shoot past his lips to catch the smooth black flesh of the zebra’s taint or sack, or test a more risqué target by sloppily whipping his wrinkled ponut. Beneath them both, their cocks hung, half-hard and smacking against their bellies; dribbling precum and serving as the final piece to the obscene game the two stallions were playing.

Although in that moment they didn't care about their exhibition of arousal, foresight would have let them feel relief that they were unseen during all of this. Their loud laughter only roused a few disgruntled murmurs from those inside their homes, totally unawares to the feast of provocativeness just outside their doors.

The beads of the doorway rattled upon their entry, the sounds of foalish chortling and guffawing destroying the silence. Inside the shaman's hut, the game was quickly forgotten as the two descended on one another with lustful kisses and affectionate nuzzles. Uncoordinated and messy, their muzzles were soon matted down with spittle from the sloppiness of the kisses. When their lips would miss their intended target, both stallions were instead treated to the taste of their partner's sweat, worked up from their chase through the jungle. Both found that they enjoyed it. So much in fact, that it alone was enough to provoke a pleasured moan, groan, or involuntary throb of their respective cocks.

Whilst stumbling inside the doorway, Malaa tripped and fell; Luster falling over him as he refused to detach his lips, so lost in the moment.

"Here?" Luster asked, continuing to pepper the zebra's face with kisses, not even inspecting where they had fallen.

"I don't think I have it in me to go any further," Malaa cooed, his forehooves magnetised to the unicorn's chest and sides.

Luster lowered his neck to lock lips with the zebra after he finished speaking. They fought with tongues, ravenous for one another. Luster only pulled away when he realised he was forgetting to breathe, looking down into the half lidded eyes of Malaa with a clever glint in his eye. "I guess it's a good thing we landed like this. You did say I didn't suit being beneath you," Luster quipped, out of breath.

"Because the sight of you over me is so much better," Malaa replied affectionately, stroking a hoof down Luster's cheek, his own barrel rising and falling with his fatigued breaths.

At that, Luster couldn't resist kissing the zebra again even if he tried. The kiss they shared was more measured but no less ample in passion, tongue fucking each other's throats slowly as their virile cocks became as hard as steel, leaking like burst pipes sandwiched between their bodies. They ground their hips into each other on instinct, their fat, swollen columns smearing their partner’s coats with fresh, sticky pre. Their organs collided, the medial rings gliding over one another, provoking a moan as their ridged crowns brushed against one another mixing their lusty juices together into a messy cocktail. Soon, the hut stank of their shared arousal, congesting their sinuses with stallion sweat and musk.

Luster had to yank himself away from Malaa's lips, his own lust working against him. He could feel the zebra's thick cock throbbing against his own. "Can I try?"

"Oh? Try 'what' exactly?" the zebra asked knowingly between kisses on Luster's neck.

"I want to feel you in my mouth," Luster answered, his dick twitching pleasurably against Malaa at the thought.

Malaa smirked, ceasing his pecks and kisses for a moment, resting his head back on the floor. "Are you sure?"

Rather than reply verbally, Luster simply leaned down to plant a wet kiss on Malaa's unready lips; his hips pressing down to squeeze their cocks together before moving his lips down to the zebra's neck.

Malaa moaned at the tender touch, biting his lip. "Then let me have some fun, too," he cooed.

Smirking, Luster stood slightly, a small string of pre connecting their bellies. He pivoted in place, until his cock and balls were aligned with the zebra's face; Malaa's sceptre and jewels lining up with his own. Before he could even get started, he felt the zebra's lips beginning to suckle on his heavy pendulous balls. Even if the zebra was devoid of any other merits, Luster could find no fault in the zebra's tongue, which lashed and bathed his cum engorged sack with spit and vigour. The pleasure was almost enough to freeze the unicorn, especially with the potion heightening his euphoria. However, he managed to power through the ecstasy, orally fixated on filling his gob with the twitchy black sceptre beneath him.

Normally, his limited experience handling cocks would have left him a nervous wreck... except he wasn't. His horn lit with a strong blue light, his aura enshrouding Malaa's full balls as well as the zebra's glistening black cock. His magic kneaded the pair of churners as he angled the zebra's pride towards his maw. The fat ebony flare seemed daunting at first, but the instant his lips made contact with the warm flesh, that shimmer of unease rapidly evaporated. There was something inexplicably addictive just in the mere contact. The pulsating cockflesh seemed like its own living being, reacting independently of its owner's desires, twitching and leaking against his soft lips. Although Luster was inexperienced, it wasn't like the black shaft beneath him could tell the difference. A tongue was a tongue, and regardless how experienced it was, you couldn't feign eagerness. Luster dragged his tongue over the crown, driving over the large indented urethra before tracing the hard yet spongy rim of the tip; his tongue moving over the subtle black bumps. Although he had sampled his own cum that morning, he was eager to taste the difference between himself and Malaa, sloppily licking up the translucent pearls of pre that were squeezed from the zebra's tip.

Not to be outdone, Malaa discovered his competitive side with the foot long dong dangling above him. The heavy balls, while tantalising in their fullness, were but a side attraction to the challenge posed by the unicorn's hefty grey spear. The thick grey log of cock dangled towards his mouth, throbbing and dribbling precum with every twitch. The sight was simply irresistible. His lips lurched upwards downs the mottled head, his lips forming a seal around the urethra. Luster moaned aloud as Malaa drained him, the zebra allowing some of the excess to cover his tongue before he smeared it across the girthy crown. Luster's unique flavour wasn't a requirement to make the cock more palatable, rather, it was a necessity of the zebra if he intended to take in more than he had last time.

Luster tried to keep up in his own way. For the first time his mouth parted for a cock beside his own as his lips enveloped the flare of the zebra's glistening black cock. The flesh was soft, yet any push of the tongue would make clear the granite hardness of the mast. Unlike his own shaft, the zebra's tool sat more comfortably in his mouth, resting on his tongue like a cushion. Having never given head before, the extent of Luster's 'technique' was to suck at the tip, mimicking his oral ministrations from the morning, including plenty of tongue licks against the tip. He wasn’t as good with his tongue as the zebra, but he made up for it with a wild ravenous tongue.

Malaa's hooves reached up to press down on either side of Luster's flanks, his hooves resting on each cutie mark as he reached with his mouth to wrap his lips around the unicorn's impressive cock. Thankfully, Luster hadn't experienced any more growth since the last time he did this, the strain of his jaw familiar to him now as he tried to lodge even more of the tool in his maw. As Luster's sucked on his cock like a pacifier, Malaa tried to stave off his pleasure to concentrate on the task at hoof. Slowly, carefully, his pulled on the unicorn's ass to ease more and more of the mottled gray leviathan down his throat. His tongue remained still, and as the daunting tip bumped the back of his mouth once again, he took a breath through his nostrils - his lungs filling with both air and the unfiltered strong musk of the unicorn's fertile nuts - and relaxed, sliding an extra inch into his mouth, the wide crown sliding down his throat.

"Mmm," Luster moaned around the zebra's meat, the tip of his dick constricted with a tightness that rivalled even Malaa's heavenly ass. It hugged him on all sides, wrapping his cock like a moist, wet vise. He felt Malaa push down on his haunches, forcing more of his cock to slide inside that constricting maw, pushing out the zebra's throat as he strained himself to conquer the colossal organ. Even as the teeth scraped against his mottled skin, the unicorn couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the pleasure, his hind legs quivering...

"Glurk!" the zebra gagged around Luster's cock, his vision suddenly obscured by the huge sacks of creamy cum landing on his eyes and covering his nostrils. The unicorn had fallen, bottoming out in his poor strained throat. The zebra's hooves flew to his gullet, overwhelmed by sensation. He could feel the unicorn's meaty spear through his coat, every horny, pleasured throb...

And it turned him on like nothing else.

Luster could feel the zebra's cock ripple between his lips, some seminal fluid gracing his taste buds as the zebra shivered beneath him. This has the unusual effect of bringing Luster to his senses. Malaa's cockleft his mouth with a pop, the tip covered in a thin sheen of spit and precum. Luster immediately raised his hindquarters, standing back up to allow his dick to slide out of the zebra's throat; the action akin to a sword being unsheathed from its scabbard. Luster winced at a combination of the sensation - having to tug his cock free of the zebra's throat was particularly pleasant - but also at the sight of Malaa heaving for breath, his eyes wet with fresh tears.

"Oh no. Malaa, I'm-"

"I... win," Malaa declared between pants, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile that surprised Luster.

Luster blinked. "What?"

"Nothing... nothing," Malaa answered between breaths, his hoof waving, as if swatting the question away. After a few more moments, Malaa spoke again. "What are you doing? Don't stop."

The sight of the zebra retaining his libido was enough to make Luster's dick twitch. He smiled, meeting the cocky zebra grin with his own. "Didn't plan on it."

Luster pressed his cock against the zebra's lips, just as he pushed his own against the jet coloured meat beneath him. He opened his mouth once again, taking the zebra as deeply as he could, knowing now that Malaa was capable of taking so much more. While Luster's tongue washed his tip, Malaa swallowed his member past the flare with expert ease. Now that the unicorn had a moment to overcome his newness to a cock in his mouth, he was able to service the zebra more deftly with his tongue, even if he failed to match the zebra's particular brand of oral ferocity. The zebra was unaffected by his recent brush with breathlessness, a second wind working his tongue, hooves, and throat to pleasure the fat pony cock above him...

A full half hour later, the two stallions laid on their backs, cocks exposed and soft against their bellies. Malaa now had a double spunk load in his belly, and Luster was still savouring the taste of his first. The zebra's exotic load was salty-sweet, hearty with its taste and thickness. Luster was almost able to roll it around in his mouth like bubblegum, although the temptation to swallow it all had been too great

"Still horny?" Malaa asked after a minuteof shared panting, his voice entirely expectant.

"Why would that have changed?" Luster asked, grinning.

Malaa chuckled, standing with a shaky gait before he spoke again, "Then I think I'm going to need another dose."

Luster only moved his head, too fatigued to stand himself. His eyes glued themselves to Malaa's juicy rump sway as he walked away. "If you intend to be with me every minute of the potion’s duration, why don't you rub it on yourself too?" he asked, not looking away from the striped butt.

"Because I called you a moron for it. I still stand by that," he answered coyly, flicking his tail as he disappeared into the hut, depriving Luster of the wonderful view. "But in truth, your case could be a one-off," he called back eventually, appearing back in view shortly after, wiping his mouth. "What if I was even worse?"

"Worse? How?" Luster inquired, the questing begging to be asked.

"What if, instead of enhancing me as a stallion, it enhanced me as a mare? I'm certainly inclined to take rather than receive. The potion might be aware of this. I would rather not take the risk," Malaa answered, trailing over to the unicorn; casually draping himself across the unicorn's stomach, resting his cheek on the stallion's barrel.

Luster smiled down at Malaa. His hoof came up to stroke circles atop the zebra's head, playing with his surprisingly soft mane. "Speaking of, are my effects-"

"Permanent? I expect something residual to remain," Malaa answered pre-emptively, unmoving. He must have enjoyed the sensation of the unicorn's hoof.

"Hmm..."

Malaa smirked knowingly.

"What is it?" Luster asked.

"I can't tell if you're disappointed at being irreversibly altered or if you're pleased at the prospect of remaining a little larger than you once were?"

"W-well, what can I say except-"

Malaa smiled. "I thought so."

"What? I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to," Malaa replied, chuckling. "Your friend, he does all the talking."

Luster grinned, his own growing erection starting to uncomfortably press against the zebra's stomach. "Want to do something about it?"

Malaa grinned, chewing his lower lip. "I've been waiting to go again."

“And again.”

“And again,” Malaa growled playfully, meeting Luster’s lips with a kiss as he straddled his belly, his own black mast grinding against the unicorn’s grey sceptre.

“All week,” Luster muttered when the zebra pulled away for a breath.

“And after?”

Luster chuckled, grazing his face against the stallion. “And after.”