Striped Balloons

by Sanguine Dream

Chapters

001 - One is the loneliest number
002 - Getting to know your friends
003 - Fixing some things, breaking others
004 - This is good PR, right?
005 - Ponies are fickle creatures

001 - One is the loneliest number

Author's Note

Kinks: Exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ridiculous zebra endowments.

001 - One is the loneliest number

“Pinkie, you feeling alright?” Mister Cake asked the mare. “It’s a tad early to be baking.”

“Yeppers!” Pinkie Pie smiled happily, pushing the cupcakes into the oven. “Just excited to get started!”

“If you’re sure.” Mister Cake replied with a nod before leaving the kitchen.

The moment he did, her smile dropped. She kept baking, but her heart wasn’t in it.

Pinkie Pie was depressed.

Why?

Well that wasn’t all that complicated. See, Pinkie Pie was the kind of mare that was friends with everyone, but nothing more than that. It didn’t help that she was called weird and random more than once by ponies she considered her closest friends. Not that they knew that words like that hurt. Like she would ever tell them.

Pinkie Pie was almost desperate for companionship. If not a coltfriend then a least something intimate. She had more nights than she could remember rubbing her bean or stuffing something into her in an attempt to fill the metaphorical void. The euphoria of release was normally enough to knock her out.

She just hoped, prayed that a stallion would come along and not see a frumpy earth pony who was perhaps a little too quirky.

Little did this mare know, that today, something, someone would come into her life. And perhaps come in her.

Zevvahn was a simple stallion. Well, first of all he was a zebra, but he was still a stallion of the species. He’d left Zebrica to try and explore the natural magics of the lands outside the homeland, and found Equestria to be the most hospitable after tasting biting cold and sweltering heat. He’d spent a few years just wandering, but now he was looking to settle down and put his knowledge to use. He was no Earth Pony with supernatural strength or their ability to make things grow, but maybe he could sell his expertise in the natural world somehow. Perhaps as a farm consultant, to help on the odd case they couldn’t just overpower.

He’d asked around for a good place to get a bite to eat, and was directed to...a house that looked like it was made of sweets. Correction, a shop that looked like it was made to be eaten. Shrugging, he marked it up as a difference in the culture and walked up to the door, heading inside as the bell overhead dinged. His golden eyes perused the shelves as the scent of baked goods filled his nose. He wore very little in the form of jewelry or finery, only one golden neck-ring adorned his form. The earrings he once worn he’d had to abandon after a brief stint with the dragon lands, he rather liked having his ears attached.

“Hiya!” A mare called out enthusiastically from behind the counter.

“All of this looks good enough to eat,” the stallion admitted. “I brought some bits to barter with for a treat.”

“Have a preference, tall, striped, and handsome?” The peppy voice asked.

Zevvahn hummed as he looked the counters over. “I think I’ll take a cupcake to start with,” he said aloud. “Then we’ll see where the mood takes me.”

“Great!” He could feel the grin. “What kind?”

“Surprise me,” he said with a slight smile of his own back. It was impossible to not be peppy around this mare.

“Okie Dokie!”

He saw her through the glass. A pink earth mare, smiling happily, perhaps a little overweight by most mare’s standards. Yet… He noticed the bags under her bright blue eyes. The smile, while convincing to most, was strained. He followed her up as she plated a cupcake.

Their eyes met.

The smile faded for half a moment. Before brightening again. “That’ll be three bits for the red velvet, do note, it’s cream-filled.”

For a split second he swore he heard a slight buzzing, then it stopped.

“Well if it’s that good, I think I ought to pay you four for it,” the stallion countered, pulling out the bits and putting them on the countertop in front of the mare. “A beautiful mare manning the counter deserves a tip~” He finished with a wink towards the mare behind the register.

Pinkie blinked, as her cheeks flushed. Her eyes didn’t leave him as she pawed around until she grabbed the bits and scooped them into the till.

He.

Was.

Gorgeous!

She felt herself clench around her toy.

She was feeling particularly adventurous with herself today. A thrill that she might get caught while her tail swished at the wrong time. She gulped audibly. “Th-thanks!” Her grin returned with a hint more enthusiasm to it. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that he’d just flirted with her.

“E-enjoy your creamcake- cupcake! Enjoy. Your cupcake. With cream. Cream-filled pink cake.” She eep’d for a second. “I-hi-hi’m going to stop talking now.” She said, dying a little on the inside from embarrassment.

Zevvahn raised an eyebrow, before shrugging. He took a bite of the cupcake and his eyes widened. He chewed slowly, thoughtfully, before swallowing and putting two more bits on the counter.

“My compliments to the chef,” he said solemnly. “Also, you don’t have to watch your tongue around me, my dear. I’ve heard far worse than someone trying to remember a word. There was a dragon that constantly interjected swear words at random intervals into his speech.” He chuckled a bit. “Only, when dragons swear in draconic, they breathe fire. Had to come up with a tonic to help him keep his random speech patterns under control long enough for it to be diagnosed by an expert.”

A hoof fumbled around for the bits before sweeping them into the till. “I- Eh-heh, I actually baked… most of these… this morning.” The mare giggled. “And… Ehm, should I relax my throat- mouth- SPEECH!” She blushed furiously, temporarily locking up before relaxing a little. “I’m Pinkie Pie! Welcome to Ponyville and enjoy your cupcake.” Her grin was now strained as her face was mostly red.

Zevvahn held out a hoof across the counter. “Well then, miss Pie, most talented and attractive baker I have had the fortune of meeting, I am Zevvahn, wandering zebra seeking to understand the natural magics of the world. I wish you good luck and good fortune, but I shan’t be leaving your establishment yet.” He jerked his head to an empty booth. “I intend to sit there while I look over the house listings your mayor provided for me earlier. The Everfree is a font of wild, natural magic, so I intend to make a home here to study it. A few more cupcakes would be delightful while I do this.”

“I will make sure to keep my eyes on you.” She sighed then blinked. “In case you need anything, of course! Want me to surprise you with more cream filling- cream filled cakes?”

“I can’t say no to you,” the zebra teased. “And I feel honored such a beautiful mare will keep her eyes on me.” He turned and walked towards the booth, his slightly shorter tail swishing back and forth, nearly putting on a show for Pinkie unintentionally. The way his flanks moved while his tail swayed…

Pinkie needed to duck between the kitchen and front to take a few breaths. She wasn’t ready to finish yet. Those toned legs. That firm flank. That sway. Oh if she could only have seen his-

She shook her head. “K-keep it together.” She whispered to herself, biting back a moan.

She trotted back out to the front, ducked into the display case. She looked at Zevvahn through the glass and gulped. Taking a shaky breath to center herself, she grabbed a plate and grabbed a pink cupcake with vanilla drizzled all over the top. She bit her lip as she set it on the plate and trotted around the counter towards the striped stallion.

Zevvahn hummed. The houses closer to the forest didn’t seem to be in any good state of repair. In fact, they mostly seemed to be in the process of being reclaimed by nature. And while the better maintained houses would be more hospitable, they were too far away from his preferred subject matter. If only there were a usable house close to the forest…

He flipped the page of listings and continued to be disappointed. Every time it came close to being what he wanted, the ponies had managed to screw something up with these houses.

Ah well. Worst came to worst, he’d work some magic on a decent enough house close to the forest and get it into a habitable shape. Actually, now that he was thinking like that, maybe some of the earlier options had promise…

“Umm, sorry to interrupt.”

The zebra blinked and looked up from the listings, brightening immediately. “Ah, miss Pie!” he smiled at her. “Oh, is that a delectable treat for me?”

“It is.” The mare set the plate on the table.

“Mmm, it’s positively dripping,” the stallion praised her. “How much do I owe you for this one, most beautiful baker?”

She gasped, blushing again. “I-it’s three bits.” He swore he saw her back legs shake a bit.

“Which means that with your skill, it’s actually worth six,” the stallion noted, paying her the six bits. “Keep the change, you’re worth far more than a few bits.”

Her blush grew as she took the bits. “Th-thanks!” She quickly turned around and trotted away. Her flank swayed with every step, as did her tail. Her tail swayed a little too far in one direction.

But Zevvahn had already turned back to his listings by that point. He needed a place to stay. All else, he supposed he could ask the mare if she knew of any places that would suit him.

Pinkie couldn’t believe she did that. Though… she had no indication if he saw.

Wait.

She turned around, only to see the stallion still going over his papers. Papers she’d seen many times before. She quickly trotted to the till and dropped the bits in, then trotted back over to the stallion. Maybe if she actually tried talking to him, she could get a little more info.

“So… You’re looking for a place to stay?”

Zevvahn’s ear flicked in the mare’s direction before replying. “Ah, yeah,” he admitted. “Looking for a place that either I can fix up to stay in, or doesn’t need it. Also trying to find a place close enough to the forest that I can study it whenever I want to. But that diagram of ‘places that I can fix or are ready’ and ‘places close to the forest’ has very little overlap.” He sighed as he pushed the papers to one side for a moment. “Honestly, it’s getting annoying, I need a breather.”

“Sounds like you’re stressed.” The mare replied, sounding a tad breathless.

“Annoyed at how complicated it is, yes,” the zebra admitted, biting into the cupcake from earlier. He let out a low moan at the taste before swallowing his mouthful. “Mmmph. But treats like this make it bearable~” he all but sang.

“You’ve got a great voice.” Pinkie Pie said with a sigh. “Ehm… Happy that the cupcake helped! Else I’d ask if I could help you relieve some of that stress. Eh heh.”

“Most of it’s mental,” the stallion admitted before finishing off the cupcake. He let out a happy sigh before leaning back in the booth. “I’m gonna relax for a moment before I get back to it,” he said, closing his eyes.

“Alrighty!” Pinkie Pie announced.

Pinkie bit her lip. Looking around revealed that there wasn’t anypony in this section. Zevvahn probably came her because it was quiet. Well quieter.

She looked back to the relaxing zebra. He was leaning back with a foreleg resting against the back of the booth. Slowly she leaned around and stared, unashamedly between his hind legs.

…

Well. That was an impressive set of balls. He had to be pent up.

And that sheath looked plump as well. Hiding what had to be a massive prize inside it.

Pinkie leaned away, holding her breath. “L-let… Let m-me know if you need anything else.” She turned around and started to trot away.

It was taking far too long to narrow these choices down. Zevvahn had been here for hours, most of the other customers had left already. Pinkie kept showing up with new cupcakes, and the zebra kept paying her both more bits than was needed and in compliments to the most wonderful mare he’d met in a while.

Eventually the stallion pushed the papers aside and laid his head on the table. He had nowhere to sleep, the office likely wasn’t open, and he had no plans as to which house he’d even try to buy tomorrow when it was.

“Looks like it’s the streets for me,” he muttered, only slightly muffled by the table.

“Awww, why so down?” Pinkie’s voice called out.

“Because I can’t find a house I like,” Zevvahn spoke, not raising his head.

Pinkie couldn’t take it anymore.

She needed this stallion more than anything else in Equestria- No. More than anything on the whole planet.

That’s why she made something special. A plate of small cupcakes. If this didn’t work. Fuck it. She would jump him.

“I... “ Her voice shook. “I made you something, err… somethings.”

Zevvahn looked up to see a plate of cupcakes on the table next to him. He raised his head to look at them and paused. Something was...different with these treats.

They were either chocolate or vanilla and were covered in black and white frosting, specifically done to look like stripes. They… spelled out something.

He blinked.

Fuck Me

He looked over at Pinkie.

“So…? What do you think?” Her smile was strained and her face was beet red.

“I, ahm…” Now it was the zebra’s turn to blush. “Surely such an attractive mare as yourself has her pick of colts to bed,” he tried. “Why you would want an inexperienced stallion like myself-”

“Stop!” Pinkie virtually snapped. “D-don’t say that. You- I-” She took a breath. “I have never been called anything like what you’ve been calling me today. I am not attractive by pony standards, especially earth pony standards. I’ve never-” She took another breath. “I’ll say it. I want you.”

The stallion squirmed in his seat, but rallied. “Then the stallions of Equestria are fools and cowards, for turning down a healthy mare such as yourself,” he countered. “You look to be in the prime of your life, and surely all you would have to do is flag your tail to have them all at the ready.” He carefully left out the fact that he knew his traitor cock was also getting ready.

“Believe me. I’ve tried.” The mare gulped. “And, yes I’m Healthy. A couple more inches and I’ll move into Husky territory.” Her back legs seemed to twitch a moment. “I-I tried to flag you down earlier, but you were a bit distracted.”

“Ah, I...guess that’s my fault,” Zevvahn admitted. “But again, I’m...not exactly experienced with females. I’ve spent more time travelling.” And any time he tried they were scared of his size, but he left that out. Once she saw, she’d run too.

“And you think I might be?” Pinkie laughed with no humor. “Zevvie, do you know how many nights I spend fucking myself until I pass out? How many nights I imagine any number of ponies f-fucking me?”

“...We’re two broken ponies, aren’t we?” the zebra asked. “Um. Well. I, uh, wouldn’t exactly say no to your proposal, but do you really know what you’re-”

“Yes!” She yelped then blushed even harder and calmed down a bit. “Sorry, but… if we’re both broken, then maybe our pieces fit together?” She smiled shyly. “Can… Can I show you something?”

“Um...sure?” the stallion blinked. What could she have to show-

Pinkie Pie turned around. “I-I’ve been getting k-kinda crazy… Naughty…” She moaned as she lowered her front half to the floor. “I-I have been wanting a stallion to see…” She moved her tail aside.

Inside the mare’s presented pussy was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but one that seemed to be rather thick. That wasn’t all. No. This one was entirely transparent. He could see her walls rippling and flexing around the see-through length that badly imitated his own.

“Um. Wow,” the stallion blushed. “Um. You’re. Kind of putting a show on for anyone behind you,” he pointed out. “Aren’t you worried somepony will see? Besides me, that is.”

“I-Isn’t it exciting?” Pinkie breathed as a hoof came up to rub her winking pearl. “D-don’t you want to be seen driving your stallionhood into a mare? P-prove how much of a strong stallion you are?”

“I mean, even among zebras, sex is something we do in private and-” the zebra tried to weasel out of the idea. Not that Pinkie was having it.

With a moan and a shudder the dildo was slowly pushed out of her. It fell to the floor with a clatter, completely soaked with her fluids. Her pussy winked at him, as she looked back at him, her eyes virtually begging.

Zevvahn sighed and stepped out of the booth, sitting on his haunches and spreading his legs to reveal-

Oh. Oh fuck. He was big. Bigger than the dildo she’d just ejected. Thicker, too.

“Most mares run away at this point,” he commented dryly as his cock throbbed and had a bead of pre run down the tip.

Pinkie whirled around, swept him up, and plopped him on his back. “Oh-ho-ho… This is what you’ve been hiding?” She bit her lip as she looked down at him.

Zevvahn blinked. That was the first time that a mare hadn’t tried to get away. He was still processing the fact that she hadn’t called his cock unnatural.

“Oh… It’s beautiful.” She leaned in, kissed his tip, and lightly ran a tongue over his flare, licking the pre off. “You’re delicious. How have you not bedded every mare in Ponyville yet?”

“Ah...well, you’re the first one I’ve met,” he pointed out, his cock twitching at the attention.

Pinkie huffed a breath against his flare then lowered her head. She nuzzled his balls, planting a kiss on each, before running her tongue up the entire length. “Have you been pent up big boy?”

“Awwwwh…” the stallion groaned, his body twitching as she pleased him. “Ah...just a bit. Most mares...don’t like the idea of being split in half,” he commented.

“And you don’t… release yourself?” The pink mare asked, lightly and slowly running a hoof down his length. The stallion held back from bucking, but his groin flexed, causing the cock to twitch in her hold.

“I, ahn, never have the time,” Zevvahn huffed. “Always busy.”

“Poor Zevvie…” She cooed. “Want me to help you?”

“I don’t want you to hurt your-” the zebra managed to say.

The mare stepped over him, his flare grazing against the soft fur of her underbelly. “You have no idea what I’ve fucked myself with…” She chuckled huskily. “And that wasn’t what I asked…” Her eyes stared down, half-lidded, as a lust-filled, playful smirk creased her lips.

“I...if you think you can, I wouldn’t say no,” the zebra settled on for an answer.

Her head leaned in until her nose pressed against his. He could feel the heat of her core. “Uh uh… Tell me. What. You. Want.”

“I...I want to fuck something and finally drain my balls,” he admitted. “I want to release into someone capable of taking me. I wan-”

“Tell me you want to fuck me.” Her petals pressed against his flare and he felt her juices start to run down his entire shaft.

“I want you to use me,” he countered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her lips pressed into his in a heated, yet quick kiss. “I’ll take it.” Her petals pressed into his flare as she huffed out a moaning grunt. She bit her lip and pushed. His flare spread her petals and pushed inside with a light, wet pop.

“Oh… Fffffiiiiinalllllyyyyyy……” Pinkie groaned out.

“I...I mean, even the tip is more than...most mares try to take,” the stallion huffed, lying there under her like a good little dildo.

She lowered herself slowly. Her walls rippled around him, squeezing him, and almost sucking him in. “Ffffuck yessss.” She groaned as she hit the medial ring.

Zevvahn blinked, before reaching a hoof out to rub Pinkie’s stomach. Specifically, a bulge his cock was making in her. He was surprised she’d taken half, to be honest. Surely she had a limit, right?

She moaned at his touch. “Feel good?” She bit her lip and fluttered her eyes at him.

“You feel incredible,” he answered honestly. It was taking his all to not buck into her right now.

“Good…” She leaned in and pecked his lips. “Ready for me to take the rest of you?”

Rest? She couldn’t be seriou-

She pushed down, her stomach bulging out slowly as she slid down him. With a throaty moan her lips kissed the base of his shaft as juices soaked, and dripped off of, his balls. “Oh, I think I love you…” She moaned through gasps.

“Fuuuuck, I think...I’m falling for you too,” Zevvahn admitted. He gripped onto Pinkie’s flank for something stable to hold onto while she rocked his world. “This is...amazing,” the stallion panted. “Fuck everyone who couldn’t take the time to get to know you.”

“Tell me more, Stud.” She groaned starting to rock her hips against his.

“I can’t imagine any other mare feeling as good as you,” the zebra replied, spewing out his compliments as she fucked him. “It’s like a velvet vice inside you, and you’re so tight and warm and fuck I don’t know why stallions weren’t lining up outside the door for a chance at you.”

“Zevvie.” Pinkie rose up and dropped herself down onto him with a slap. “Imagine.” She rose and fell again. “Imagine. Next time.” She rose and fell, as his hips started to get soaked. “You get to take me.”

“Oh fuck, don’t tempt me mare,” the zebra moaned. “You can’t imagine how many times I wanted to take a mare but didn’t want to break them.”

“Zeeevvviiiie.” She cooed a moan, rising and falling faster. “Want to take me? Make me raise my flank, hold me down, drive your god-like shaft into my begging, soaking marehood?”

“You’re...such a...tease…” the stallion huffed, letting himself hump upwards a little. “You don’t know...just how much...I want it…”

Pinkie dropped her flank onto his hips and ground a little as she laid down on top of him. Her lips brushed his as she whispered. “Take me. Roll us over. Be a stallion and claim your mare.”

Zevvahn let out a little growl as he gripped Pinkie with his legs and rolled them over. They remained belly to belly, but now the stallion was staring down at the mare, their hips still conjoined…

And now Zevvahn started to thrust. No...he started to plow, fuck, breed Pinkie with long, hard motions of his hips.

“Oooooh- f-f-f-f-fu fu-Ah! Ah! Ze-Ze-Zev-v-v-vv-eeee!” She cried out. “F-F-Fuck M-Me! B-Breed M-Me!” She wildly bucked her own hips. “I-I’m s-s-so c-cl-close!”

“Fucking...going to...fill you,” the zebra threatened. “Going to mark you...claim you...make you mine…” His voice rasped as he leaned over the mare and whispered lewd thoughts into her ears.

“I-Im-ma-magine i-it. A-all th-those m-mares wh-who denied y-you w-watching y-you c-claim m-me. Th-they’ll never ha-have y-you.” Pinkie’s moans and gasps made it almost impossible to speak, yet she did anyway.

“Here...it comes...you little...breeder…” the zebra growled as his cock twitched. Oh Celestia, she could feel his load working up his shaft until it reached his tip, and then-

An explosion of seed and warmth in her deepest reaches filled her up entirely. And it just kept coming. It was like a firehose dousing her needy loins.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” She cried out as she clamped down on his entire shaft as a small spray splattered the floor. “My cummies! My seed! Mine! Oh Zevvie, Give me all of it!!!”

And the stallion didn’t let up. It just kept coming for what seemed like minutes. He was surprised her stomach wasn’t bulging as he finally started to come down from his high.

Pinkie gasped for breath, then reached out and pulled him to her. She kissed him. Passionately. One that he returned as they laid on the floor of the bakery. He breathed through his nose as they enjoyed the closeness. Eventually the kiss ended and Zevvahn pecked her neck a few times.

“So...I’m staying with you?” he asked.

“Oh you better believe it Zevvie.” Pinkie grinned. “I have a loft upstairs. Bought it from the Cakes after they needed to move due to kids.” She giggled. “Come to think of it, we could’ve just went up there.” She shook her head. “But this was more exciting, wasn’t it?”

“Little bit,” the stallion agreed. “Mmm...well, when we feel like moving we can go up there for round two.”

“Oh you better have more for momma.” Pinkie smirked and nipped his neck. “I will milk you dry tonight. And you will never be pent up again.”

“Mmmph, gonna hold you to that,” the stallion replied, answering with a nip at her neck in return. “Don’t know where you’re putting it all, but hey, if you can drain me, it’ll be fun making you unable to walk.”

“Oh, Pie family secret, Stud.” She winked at him. “Expect that from making my back legs numb. This mare don’t swell. Well I swell only for your cock. I like to see it poke out.”

“...I’ll take it,” the zebra shrugged. “Okay, to the bedroom,” he proclaimed. “Then to fucking you to sleep.”

“Wanna carry me?” The mare giggled.

“Sure, wrap your legs around me,” Zevvahn shrugged. “I’ll carry you up one way or another.”

Pinkie squeed as she latched her legs around him as the stallion got to his hooves.

Pinkie Pie never really put much stock in Soul Mates. But, in the course of one night, she became a firm believer.

002 - Getting to know your friends

Author's Note

Good God! Long! We started this on Christmas! I hope you enjoy!

Kinks: A mare who watches, Dom/Sub switching, smaller mare, fucked silly.

002 - Getting to know your friends

“Zevvie….” a coo hummed into Zevvahn’s ear. The zebra twitched before opening an eye. The memories of last night were fresh in his head, and the stallion wrapped his forelegs around the mare whose bed he was in and snuggled her close.

“Guess what?” The mare nuzzled his ear.

“Mmmwhut?” the stallion murmured.

“I got the day off…” There was a kiss on his ear. “Misses Cake peeked in earlier. We kinda freaked out together, but had to be quiet because you were sleepin.”

“Oh...that’s okay I guess,” the stallion yawned. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Well, when you’re up enough, would you mind if I showed you off to my friends?” The mare asked with a small excited giggle.

“Dat’s fine,” the stallion said, nuzzling Pinkie again. “I jus’ wanna rest for a bit though. Last night was exhausting…”

“We have all morning.” He felt his neck get nuzzled. “Though we could shower together. What do you think about us washing each other?”

“That sounds good,” Zevvahn admitted. “It’d be nice to spend more time with you…”

“Awwww.” There was a kiss on his cheek. “You think I’m going to let you go so easily?”

Zevvahn blinked a few times. “Pinkie, what is that hoof of yours doing?” he questioned.

“Sorry… They’re just still so big and I like touching them.” Pinkie said with a little whine.

“Give me some time mare, sheesh,” the stallion chuckled. He stretched a little before rolling into a sitting position, bringing Pinkie up with him. “Okay. Shower?” He sniffed the air around them and winced. “Definitely. Then we can see about meeting your friends, when we aren’t smelling like we rutted all night.”

“Yeah…. That would be embarrassing…” Pinkie blushed. “But… kinda hot…. Then again, I don’t want my new special somepony to have a break down from embarrassment.”

“Yes, let’s try to avoid that,” the stallion replied dryly. “Okay you lewd mare, time to get clean. I’m sure you’ll get us dirty again soon enough.”

“Yay!” Pinkie jumped out of bed, stopped in mid-air, then lowered slowly to the floor like she was in an elevator.

“...You’re quirky, but it only adds to your charm,” Zevvahn chuckled, hopping out of the bed as well and giving Pinkie a kiss on the cheek.

“I get to shower with my coltfriend~” Pinkie sang as she bounced into the bathroom.

Pinkie could barely contain herself as she bounced next to Zevvahn. She really wanted to just hang off him, but that would make trotting difficult. Maybe he could give her a pony-back ride? No wait, he was a zebra. Would it be a zebra-back ride?

“So where are we headed?” the stallion asked as they walked through Ponyville. His sudden question jolted her from her rambling train of thoughts.

“We’re gonna go see Twilight!~” Pinkie sang, bouncing next to him.

“And she lives…” the zebra posed to her.

“In a tree, and a library. A library tree. A Treebrary!” Pinkie said with a gasp. “See, it’s over there!” She pointed a hoof at the tree that dominated the path ahead.

“Huh,” the zebra blinked a few times. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he asked rhetorically. “I could have just grown a house sized tree to live in if I could find a healthy sapling.” He thunked his own head with a hoof a few times.

“Huh, well yeah, come to think of it you could have.” Pinkie said with a hum. “And technically you still could, if you talked with Mayor Mare about it.”

“Buck the costs, I’m gonna grow a home to live in tonight,” the zebra muttered. “I know the ingredients, the only thing I need is a healthy sapling. Let it cook overnight and I can grow a nice place to live in and unpack in.”

“Does the kind of tree matter?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Typically no, you have to pick a sapling that can grow where you’re planting it before you alter it,” the stallion pointed out. “It’s why there are so many variations on the spell.”

“What about an apple tree?” The mare next to him asked.

“Useful,” the stallion commented. “It’d give cart-sized apples by the time I was done with it.”

“We’ll go see AJ last then.” Pinkie nodded. “I’m sure she can sell you a sapling.”

“You’re right, plans for later,” Zevvahn admitted. “For now let’s meet this Twilight friend of yours.”

Pinkie squee’d as she trotted up to the front door, opened it, and bounced right in. “Twiiiiiiliiiiight~” The mare sang.

“Gah! Pinkie!” A mare’s voice yelped. “Why didn’t you knock?!”

“It’s a liiiiibrary Twiiii~” The pink mare continued to sing.

“I’d apologize for her, but I’m hardly in charge of her,” Zevvahn supplied, stepping in after Pinkie.

Inside was a beautiful hollowed out tree. The walls were lined with shelves, however they were barren. All the books were in stacks on the floor. In the center of said stakes was a unicorn mare. Her coat was violet, her mane a deep blue with a streak of pink and purple running through it. She was also thin, not malnourished, but close enough that Zevvahn noticed a few ribs poking out. A violet star in a white starburst, and surrounded by five other white stars, marked her flanks. Bright purple, inquisitive eyes glared at the pink pony bouncing around her.

Next to the mare, roughly half-a-head shorter, was a dragon. The first thing Zevvahn noticed, beyond his purple and green scales, was his… girth. The dragon, for lack of a better word, was fat. Even yet, his legs were like tree stumps ending in sharp claws. His arms were long and ended in three fingers and a thumb, also tipped in claws. And his head, while bearing a little roundness in the cheeks was sleek, for a drake. Emerald eyes sparkled, not with greed but with happiness. Mostly. There was more than a small hint of pain in those eyes. Green spines ran from the top of his head, down his back, to the tip of his spade-like tail. And yet, his appendages almost seemed to come out of the balloon that was his center of mass. Perhaps there was something wrong with him, perhaps not, it was not his place to judge.

The zebra turned his attention back to the unicorn

“It’s Pinkie.” The purple mare shook her head and rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “And you are?”

“Oh, forgive me, I don’t know where I put my manners,” the stallion chuckled, holding out a hoof. “The name’s Zevvahn, I just arrived in town and Pinkie-”

“Zevvie needed a place to stay so I put him up!” Pinkie chimed in.

“Well that’s nice-” The purple mare was cut off.

“Buuuuut that was only after he rutted me senseless.” Pinkie giggled.

“Uh huh.” Twilight blinked.

“How hard?” The small dragon asked.

“Spike!” The librarian mare’s head snapped to the dragon.

“Oh so hard.” Pinkie cooed.

“Pinkie!” Twilight’s head snapped around with such force that Zevvahn was surprised she didn’t get whiplash.

“Nice. Pinks finally got some. Congrats.” The dragon gave her a thumbs up.

“Spike…” Twilight whined.

“Yes. I. Did.” Pinkie bounced with every word.

“Dude, could you give me some pointers?” The small dragon asked Zevvahn.

“Spike, please…” Twilight almost begged, though she was blushing.

“I’m an adult Twi, I don’t exactly have many other guys around town to ask.” Spike frowned and pointed at the purple mare.

“Fine… So long as he’s okay with it…” Twilight shook her head, her cheek burning.

“Well I mean...Pinkie was my first mare as well,” the zebra admitted, his face now red and black due to all the blushing. “Most of the rest of them would just...take one look and run.”

“Oh… You got a weird dick too?” Spike asked.

“It’s like a thick, black, tree stump…” Pinkie actually started drooling.

“This is my day now.” Twilight groaned and sat on her haunches.

“Yeah...nobody else thought they could take it,” Zevvahn replied. “And then Pinkie, took a look at it and went ‘I’ve had bigger’.”

Pinkie bounced over and nuzzled him. “It was wonderful.”

“So there’s hope for me?” The dragon asked. “I… kinda got two…”

“La la la, I’m not listening~” Twilight sang covering her ears with her hooves.

“Oh well I’m sure Pinkie knows of a whole world of things you can do with twice the cocks,” Zevvahn said, turning to look at the pink mare.

“Well depending on the mare…” Pinkie tapped her chin with a hoof. “She could either take one in each hole. Or, if she’s… eh… loose enough, she could take both in one hole.” The pink mare nodded. “You just gotta find the right mare. Like, find a mare who’s pieces fit yours. Like a puzzle.”

“Huh.” Spike blinked. “Thanks.”

“You know Pinkie.” Twilight had taken her hooves away from her ears. “That was surprisingly deep for you.”

Zevvahn noticed that Pinkie’s smile seemed to strain a bit. “Ha! Yeah! I’m full of surprises.” She looked at the zebra. “And Zevvie knows how deep I am.”

“Fuck yeah he does!” Spike cheered.

“Spike!” Twilight gasped.

“What? I can’t be happy for Pinkie?” Spike raised a brow at the purple mare.

Twilight raised a hoof and opened her mouth. Then her brow furrowed and her hoof fell.

“That’s what I thought.” Spike nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Pinkie’s proof that even a stubby, tubby, ball of drake (with two dicks) like me can find love.”

“Awwww!” Pinkie cooed. “C’mere!” The pink mare opened her forelegs.

The drake waddled over and was engulfed in the pink mare’s hug.

“You’ll find somepony Spikey.” Pinkie nuzzled the spines of his head.

“I know.” The drake pulled away. “Rarity was… pretty clear.” He chuckled mirthlessly.

“Aww,” the zebra walked over and added to the hug, making a dragon sandwich. “It gets easier,” he said to the small drake. “Not that that’s what you want to hear right now, but trust me, it does get easier. And it’ll make the moment when you really find someone all the sweeter.”

“Thanks dude.” Spike said, pulling away from the pair. “Again, I’m happy for you two. You kinda did the relationship thing in reverse, but relationships are weird that way. Or so I’ve seen.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry.” Twilight spoke up.

“For what?” The pink mare looked up at the unicorn.

“For… I don’t know... being a prude?” Twilight sighed with a shrug.

“It’s fine Twiley.” Pinkie smiled. “You two enjoy your reshelving.”

“We’ll try.” Spike chuckled.

“And I will do my best to file away all the information I didn’t expect to learn.” Twilight chuckled nervously with a bit of a blush.

“Twi, if you want a practical demonstration for research purposes, we don’t have much else planned today~” Pinkie winked.

Zevvahn blushed at the idea. “Pinkie!” he chastised the pink mare.

“Right, right, not there yet.” Pinkie winced a little and nuzzled her coltfriend. “Sorry.”

“I’m good!” Twilight squeaked, blushing harder.

“I’d take you up on the offer, but… Twi.” Spike gestured a claw at the librarian.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘yet’?” The zebra blinked.

“And, we’re leaving.” Pinkie wrapped a foreleg around the zebra and dragged him towards the door. “Have fun Twi!” She called out before slamming the door behind them.

“Need to go have some private time in your room?” Spike asked.

“Y-yeah…” Twilight got up and trotted towards the stairs.

“Me too.” Spike nodded. “Back in… ten minutes?”

“Make it half an hour.” Twi said breathily.

“Ooooooh, have fun Twi.” Spike waddled off to the basement door.

“Y-you too Spike.” The mare trotted up the stairs. “Try to clean up when you’re done?”

“I make no promises.”

“So, um, where are we going now?” Zevvahn asked as Pinkie force-marched him away from the library.

“Rarity!” Pinkie announced. “And I will do my best not to be a hyper-lewd mare for your sake… Unless you want me to be.” She looked at him and winked.

“I, ah...wouldn’t want you to not be you,” Zevvahn replied easily. “Just...maybe make sure they’re okay with it first?” Maybe that would incite her to calm down a bit.

“Well… Rarity is a lady but, I also know about her stash of romance novels.” Pinkie giggled. “So, she could go either way.”

Great. No salvation here. Hopefully this wouldn’t end in tears. “Where does she live?” he posed.

“Carousel Boutique.” Pinkie replied with a smile. “Rarity is a dressmaker. Yes, it’s odd to have a dressmaker in the middle of a town like this, but that also means that she’s unique and is in an interesting location. Oh, and you’ll know the building when you see it.”

Zevvahn opened his mouth to retort, only to have it die on his tongue as he saw the peaked roof of something over the other housetops. They turned a corner, and the building unlike any other he’d seen before came into view.

It did indeed look like a carousel. A round, tiered roof of violet, bearing silhouettes of stallions and mares in fancy dress. A bright pink door stood out against the white of the rest of the building.

“Told ya.” Pinkie giggled.

“Huh. Okay then,” the zebra blinked a few times. “Well, let’s go see this next friend of yours.” He started walking towards the building, the pink mare bouncing next to him. She was just so perky and happy, it was impossible to not be happy with her.

The door opened with a jingle of bells.

“Just a miiinuuute~” A voice sang out.

The shop was filled with ponyquins bearing fancy dresses and suits, as well as rows of hangers with even more dresses and suits. A raised stand sat in the middle of three body length mirrors. Bright bulbs above the mirrors lit the whole room.

Just then, a mare of pearl-white stepped from behind a curtain. Her vibrant purple mane was flowing and curled elegantly. Her hooves were perfectly hooficured. Her coat bore no flaw. She was thin, not entirely starved, but she had the build of a runway model. Which perhaps meant that she kept herself this thin on purpose.

When she spoke, every word seemed to be thought out ahead of time. Almost practiced. “Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chi-” The mare’s bright blue eyes fell on Zevvahn. She froze for a moment.

As if she teleported, she appeared in front of the stallion. “Darling where have you been all my life?!”

“Hi Rari-” Pinkie was cut off.

“Yes, hello Pinkie Pie,” The white mare barely spared Pinkie a glance. “Darling, what is your name? You are just stunning!”

“Ahm…” the stallion blinked at the sudden attention. “I’m Zevvahn, and-”

“Zevvvvahn…” Rarity seemed to savor the name. “How exotic.” She stepped alongside him and guided him towards a stand.

“Rar-” Pinkie tried to speak up.

“In a moment darling~” Rarity sang. “Now, have you ever modeled before?”

“Um, no, I’ve mostly been travelling,” the zebra explained as Rarity started to pose him. “I didn’t have the time to maintain much clothing beyond a cloak or-”

“Oh we must fix that!” Rarity gasped. “You have… such a toned body.” The mare ran a hoof from his neck, down his back, and over his flank.

Suddenly Pinkie was muzzle to muzzle with the white mare, glaring daggers at her. “Rarity Elegance Belle, get your hooves off my coltfriend!” Pinkie snapped in the mare’s face.

Rarity froze. Then blinked. “Colt… friend?” She blinked again then looked at Zevvahn. “Coltfriend?”

“Um, yes?” The zebra said. “If you’d been listening to Pinkie she would have told you.”

Rarity snorted a laugh. “Oh! Oh-ho-ho, that’s a good one Pinkie! You, with this stallion?!” She laughed. “That’s- Ah!”

Pinkie whacked the unicorn across her horn with a hoof. “Zevvie. We’re leaving. We’ll come back when Rarity’s not being a colossal bitch!”

Rarity blinked as the pink mare wrapped a hoof around the stallion’s neck and guided him to the door. The stallion opened the door and Pinkie turned her head to glare at the mare. “We expect an apology the next time we come here!”

Then the door slammed with enough force to shake the ponyquins in the room.

“Oh… Oh dear…”

“Sorry about your friend,” Zevvahn said as Pinkie led him out of town. “If I had known she would act like that, I’d have spoken up sooner or someth-”

“It’s fine!” Pinkie snapped, still clearly angry. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s not fine, but Rarity can be obsessive and insensitive at times. Hopefully she’ll come to her senses.” She took another breath. “Sorry about that Zevvie, for all of that.”

“It’s...well, hopefully it’s fine,” the zebra answered. “I mean, she’s your friend, so I hope it’ll all work out.” The stallion looked around. “Speaking of, where are we going now?”

“Out of town a bit.” Pinkie sighed. “If anypony will be the opposite of Rarity, it’ll be Fluttershy. You’d like her. She’s very close to nature.”

“Oooh!” the zebra stallion perked up a bit. “What does she do?”

They crested a hill and a house built into another hill came in to view. It was across a small earthen bridge over a babbling brook. There were burrows under the bridge and bird nests in the multitude of trees around the house.

“You could say that she’s more of an animal person.” Pinkie perked up a bit with a small giggle.

“Oh that compliments my knowledge perfectly,” the zebra grinned. “I’m more of a plant and natural magic zebra, but knowing more of the picture is never a bad thing.”

“Exactly.” Pinkie nodded as they trotted over the bridge. “A word of warning, Shy’s very, well, shy. So she probably won’t talk much, we might not be here long.”

“Well, you really only intended to introduce me to your friends, right?” the zebra blinked. “As long as we can do that, I don’t see the harm…”

“Good.” Pinkie smiled and knocked on the door.

“Ummm… Who is it?” A soft voice came from the other side.

“It’s Pinkie, Flutters.” Pinkie actually seemed to tone down her peppy nature. “I have somepony I want you to meet.”

The door opened and a yellow pony head, half shrouded in pink mane, peeked out. “H-hi Pinkie. W-Who’s this?”

“Hi,” Zevvahn said with a smile of his own. “I’m Pinkie’s coltfriend, Zevvahn.”

The door flew open. “COLTFRIEND!?” The mare virtually shouted.

The pegasi that was revealed was a butter yellow. Not necessarily too thin or too fat, perfectly balanced. Her soft pink mane and tail were voluminous, and wild. Her mane seemed to just spill off her head like a waterfall to hide her left eye, and sometimes her whole face depending on the movement, from view. Her hooves seemed to bear brownish stains as if permanently stained by the earth she was surrounded by. Her wings were slightly unkempt, yet the stray feather or two didn’t seem to bother her. Teal eyes, though currently wide in shock and excitement, seemed to exude a warmth that just made the zebra happy.

Pinkie was suddenly swept up in the pegasi’s hooves. “Oh Pinkie I’m so happy for you!” The pink mare was plopped back down next to her coltfriend. “Come in! Come in! Tell me all about it!” The yellow mare quickly trotted into the cozy looking front room.

“And you said she wouldn’t talk much,” Zevvahn pointed out with a smirk as he followed the butter yellow mare inside.

“Color me surprised.” Pinkie followed, closing the door behind them.

Fluttershy was already in a cushy looking chair and she gestured to the couch. “Come, sit! Tell me all about it.” Pinkie sat down next to her stallion, a little overwhelmed by the normally reserved mare’s enthusiasm. “Zevvahn, where are you from?”

“Oh, Zebrica, but I’ve been travelling for a while now,” he answered. “Getting in touch with the magic of the land, from the frozen north to the blazing hot dragonlands, and everything in between. Just feeling the difference between all the different lands…” he shuddered a little and smiled. “There’s nothing like it,” he finished with a smile. “It’d probably be something like mapping out the thermals for pegasi.”

Fluttershy took a deep breath in as her eyes widened. “You’re a Leyline Walker… I’ve heard of those!”

“A what?” Pinkie blinked as she glanced between the two.

“He’s like a zebra shaman, but he maps out the magical fields of the world, they’re stronger in certain areas due to a convergence of Leylines.” The mare explained.

“You sound like Twilight.” Pinkie blinked once more at the mare.

“My grandfather worked with a Leyline Walker, Ze’Viki Tor’Sahn.” The butter mare grinned.

“Ah! We have legends of him,” the zebra nodded. “Helped to discover the cause of the Fire Tornadoes and realigned two crossing lines.” Zevvahn shrugged. “Myself, I just wanted to map it for my sake...ended up here, next to the largest collection of wild nature magic I’ve seen in awhile.”

“The Everfree.” Fluttershy nodded, then looked at Pinkie. “Oh! Sorry Pinkie! You’re probably very confused.”

“Little bit.” The pink mare nodded.

“Well, we can talk about this more later, if you’re free Zevvahn.” The pegasi nodded at the zebra.

“I don’t intend on leaving town for a while,” the zebra chuckled. “Pinkie and I have plans to go get a sapling and grow it into a house for me. It’ll take all night to mature, but I’ll have a place of my own to live.”

“Oh, I’d love to watch the ritual, but enough about that.” Flutters giggled. “How did you two meet?”

“Well… He came in to Sugarcube Corner.” Pinkie started. “I’d had a pretty rough night the night before, but he didn’t seem to notice.” She blushed. “He called me beautiful.”

“Awwww!” Flutters cooed.

“What?” Zevvahn blinked. “She is. In Zebrica, the mares that can afford to have weight on them are the wealthiest, healthiest, and uh…” he blushed a bit, not daring to finish.

“Most attractive?” Flutters asked. “Desirable? Hottest?” She giggled with a small blush.

“...Most capable of bearing foals,” the stallion squeaked.

“Oh my.” Flutters giggled. “Oh! You two stay here! I’ll go get tea.” Flutters flapped up maybe a bit too high and fluttered into the kitchen.

“You’re excited~” Pinkie sang softly into his ear, while brushing over his inner thigh with a hoof.

“Well, yes,” the zebra admitted. “How can I not be when I have my attractive marefriend right next to me?”

“Tell me more.” Pinkie purred. “I don’t think Flutters would mind…”

“Um, well,” Zevvahn gulped. “I could...sort of see it in your body when we met. You were in the prime of your life, and you needed somepony to be nice to you, so I...I told you the truth. That you were attractive, a wonderful mare that could get herself a whole herd of stallions if she went to Zebrica and lifted her tail.”

“Want me to lift my tail for you?” The pink mare purred huskily into his ear as her hoof brushed over his sheath.

“N-Not in your friend’s living room…” the stallion whined. “I mean, she’s right through that door, and-”

Fluttershy flapped in and set the tea set on the table in the center of the living room, then situated herself back on her chair. She looked at the very close couple. A blush and a smirk of all things appeared on her face. “Oh, have you two already been… intimate?”

“Ah...well…” the zebra was too embarrassed to actually provide an answer.

“Yes…” Pinkie said with a gulp, rubbing around his sheath.

Fluttershy leaned back, resting her back against the chair, and slowly spread her hind legs. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Zevvahn blinked. This...was this happening?

“Zevvie…” Pinkie cooed in his ear. “Don’t leave her hanging…”

“Tell me about what lead up to it.” Flutters bit her lip and slowly ran a hoof down her chest to her stomach.

“Well I’d spent all day looking up house listings because I forgot I could grow a house,” Zevvahn started. “And I’d also spent all day complementing the most beautiful baker I’d met, paying her a worthy price for her confections.”

Pinkie nipped his ear lightly. “And I’d never gotten compliments like that before, and don’t get me started on how needy I was…”

The butter pegasi’s hoof slowly wandered lower. “What then?”

“Then this lewd mare decided to give me a special order of cupcakes,” the stallion said, using his head to indicate Pinkie.

“Pinkie…” Fluttershy actually purred at the pink mare. “What did you do.”

“O-Oh…” She’d never seen Flutters like this before. It was kind of…. Amazing… “I-I baked small cupcakes and coated them in black and white frosting. I… made them spell out…” She gulped. “Fuck me.”

“Oh you naughty mare.” Fluttershy giggled, biting her lip at the pink mare. Then her attention returned to the stallion. The stallion who was receiving a shaky, but slow hoof around his sheath and slowly protruding shaft. “And how did you respond?”

“Well, um, I’d...never had a mare,” the stallion admitted. “Mostly because they tend to take one look at me and-”

“Show me.” Fluttershy said smoothly, yet it was an order, not a question. Zevvahn gulped, but spread his legs to show his emerging shaft to the mare. It wasn’t as long as it could be, but it was enough to give her some idea.

“Pinkie sweetie.” The pegasus spread her legs wider and rubbed over her petals with her hoof.

“Y-yes?” Pinkie squeaked, her own hind legs shaking.

“Show me how big he can get.” The butter mare cooed out.

“O-okay…” Pinkie gulp and reached out with a hoof-

“No.” Flutters stopped her. “With your mouth…”

“Z-Zevvie…” Pinkie moaned into his ear and slid off the couch. Slowly she leaned into his balls and growing shaft and slowly ran her tongue up.

“Zevvahn, did she do this for you?” The mare, the queen, as far as they were concerned, asked the zebra.

“Ah...not, really…” the stallion grunted. “She paid it...a little attention, but mostly she...wanted to be filled…”

Pinkie kissed his flare as he grew to full length.

“Zevvie.” Flutters used Pinkie’s pet name which caused the pink mare to shudder. “Do you want Pinkie to take your beautiful shaft down her throat?”

“I...I don’t know if she can, it’s...a bit big,” the stallion pointed out.

“I-I can Z-Zevvie…” Pinkie said with a breathy moan. “I-it’s just like my p-pussy.”

“If...you’re sure you won’t hurt yourself,” the zebra panted.

“Zevvie… How talented is your tongue?” Fluttershy asked with a raised brow.

“Oh, uh...well I sometimes got to practice on a mare,” the stalion replied easily. “It’s been a little while since my last attempt…”

“How would you two like to please each other, right there on my couch?” Fluttershy questioned, slowly spreading her petals for the pair.

“I-I…” Pinkie seemed to clamp down as she got up into Zevvahn’s lap. “Fluttershy. Do you get off on watching us?”

Flutters blinked, like her persona she’d been building just shattered. “O-Oh! I-I…” There was the shy mare. “I… Yes…”

“Zevvie… Want me to take your whole cock down my throat?” She looked back as her flank pressed into his chest.

“I don’t want to pressure anypony into doing something they don’t want-” The zebra started to say.

“Or….” Pinkie said. “Do you want to bury your stallionhood into that needy pegasi’s pussy?”

Fluttershy eep’d loudly as her wings shot straight out.

“Ah!” Zevvahn blushed. “Um...well I can tell she’s aroused and likely wants it,” he admitted. “But aren’t we-”

“We’re definitely a couple. That’s not changing one bit.” Pinkie nodded, sliding down and over his cock and onto the floor. A hoof ran over his shaft and tugged on him. “But friends share Zevvie… and look how much she wants it.”

As if to agree, Fluttershy spread her legs as wide as they could go and spread her petals with both fore hooves.

“...Only you, Pinkie,” the stallion said as she led him over to Fluttershy’s chair. “Only you could convince me to act this way.”

“Tell me Zevvie…” She purred in his ear. “Want to fuck that mare? Want to fuck that mare while your marefriend watches?”

“I wouldn’t even dream of doing this if you weren’t here, you know that, right?” the zebra pointed out. She’d basically led him to the perfect mounting pose over the pegasus.

“Love you Zevvie…” Pinkie moaned in his ear then turned her attention to the butter pegasus. “Flutters, where’d all that control go?” She teased. “Do you want my stallion Flutters?”

There was an eep.

“I don’t know if she wants it.” Pinkie bit her lip as the teal eyes of Fluttershy snapped between the two, virtually begging the pair to be filled.

“Pinkie, you can’t keep teasing her like this,” Zevvahn pointed out. “She needs something.”

“F-fuck me…” Came a small voice.

“Hmm?” Pinkie looked down at the mare.

“F-fuck m-me.” It was a little louder this time.

“Almost there Shy…” Pinkie encouraged.

“Fuck me Zevvahn!” Flutter almost yelled as she bucked her hips. He core winked wildly.

“Do you think she can take it?” the zebra posed to his marefriend.

“I don’t know.” Pinkie looked down at Fluttershy. “Can you take it?”

“Yes! Yes please! I-I n-need it!” Fluttershy begged. “Fuck me Zevvie! Fuck me while Pinkie judges how much I can take!”

“Well...if you say it’s okay Pinks,” the stallion mused, before pushing the head of his cock to Flutter’s lips and starting to press in. He could feel the mare shivering with need.

“The flare and the ring are always the toughest.” Pinkie cooed. “Can you take him.”

“D-Don’t be gentle t-to get them in…” Flutters gasped pushing and grinding her pussy into his flare. There was a wet, muted pop as the flare got inside, and suddenly the zebra’s thick, long shaft was spreading her more than her toys ever could. “Zevvvvvie!” The mare’s voice was a combination of a lust-filled mewl, and a whine.

“Like hearing her calling you my nickname?” Pinkie asked in his ear.

“It’s…” the zebra huffed. He pushed in, and in, and then stopped. She’d managed to take quite a bit of him, but he wasn’t sure if she had room to take the ring, or the shaft behind it.

“A-A lil-little m-more…. Pleeeaassse…” Fluttershy was already trying to milk him. “I-I need th-the ring…”

“I think she’s going to break soon,” the stallion mused. “I mean, I can try…” The ring ground into her lips, trying to part her wide enough to pass and allow more of his shaft entry. “But I think your friend might just break if I manage to-”

There was a groaning grunt and Fluttershy shoved her forehooves against the chair and pushed. There was a pop, his ring went in, and his flare kissed something hot. “Yeeeessssss…..” Flutters groaned out.

“Holy fuck she’s tight,” the zebra grunted. “And hot. And incredibly wet. It’s like she was saving herself for the first stallion bold enough.”

“I-I was- b-but I-I’ve a-always be-been the ma-mare next d-door….” Flutters whined, squeezing and milking at him.

“Flutters, Shy, do you like his cock?” Pinkie cooed.

“N-no…” The butter pegasus shook her head. “I loooove it!”

“Well I love the confident, controlling Flutters.” Pinkie moved over and started to rub the bulge in the mare’s stomach, causing both Zevvahn and Flutters to moan.

“Gonna...start moving now,” the stallion warned. He dared not take too much out, so he moved just far enough back that his ring stretched her lips, before shoving forward again. Short thrusts, but deep ones, stirring her insides with how quick they could come.

Fluttershy whined loudly.

“Flutters, want to be that mare?” Pinkie cooed, leaning in to kiss the mare’s cheek.

“Y-Yes!” Fluttershy squeaked out.

“Want to be the mare that when we come in, you order us to do whatever you want?” Pinkie continued, moving to peck the mare’s lips.

“M-more than a-a-anything!” Flutters shook uncontrollably.

“Tell him what you want.” Pinkie kissed her a little longer this time.

“Zevvie… I-I… If-”

“No. No if.” Pinkie nipped an ear. “Tell him.”

“Zevvie! Fuck me!” Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open and she locked eyes with Zevvahn. “Fuck me! Cum in me if you’re stallion enough for it!” There was an edge to her voice.

...Well, who was he to refuse a challenge? Zevvahn gripped the mare around her waist and squatted a little more.

Then he started hammering his whole cock in and out of the mare. Well, as much as she could fit anyways. Didn’t want to break her by forcing the whole thing in. This did mean, though, he was fucking her with his ring, as it popped into and out of her. And the pace? Was hard and fast, stirring up her insides and leaving Flutters short of breath.

“You- call- that- fuck- ing-” Flutters maintained her stare. “Breed- this- bitch-”

Zevvahn growled and gripped her tighter, his thrusts becoming shorter, more erratic as he focused on hitting that inner barrier over and over again. He could feel it coming already...just a bit longer and-

A blossom of warmth erupted deep inside Fluttershy as the mighty zebra load was deposited as close to her core as it could be without being inside her womb.

Flutters gave a great gasp as her tongue lolled out. She locked up and started to shudder as her belly started to grow from the load.

After a minute, and a pegasus was nicely filled, Zevvahn pulled out.

“Oh, that was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.” Pinkie virtually pounced on him the moment he was out.

“Thanks…” the zebra moaned.

“For what?” Pinkie asked with a grin, then paused and looked at Fluttershy. “You good?”

“Oh… Very, very good…” The pegasus moaned in her chair, her legs were still twitching.

“I get the feeling...this is gonna become a normal thing,” the zebra chuckled, nuzzling Pinkie.

“Would you mind? I mean, I get you to myself but, you also get to fuck all my friends… sans Rarity… unless…” Pinkie hummed and tapped her chin. “I’ll think on that one. Flutters, wanna get fucked by him again? Not now, but, you know, later?”

“N-next time…” Fluttershy managed to shimmy into a sitting position. “I’m riding him and controlling the whole time. If- No.” She shook her head. “That’s what’s going to happen.”

“Ooooo! Look at you getting all assertive!” Pinkie grinned at the butter pegasus.

“Too drained now, else I’d… fuck you too.” Flutters said with a sigh.

“Raincheck.” Pinkie winked. “Mind if we use your shower to clean him off?”

“Knock yourselves out. I’m just gonna… enjoy this warmth…” Fluttershy ran a hoof over her belly as zebra seed slowly dribbled out of her mare parts. “Thanks Zevvie, can’t wait to ride you later.”

“Try not to get pregnant,” the zebra teased as Pinkie led him upstairs.

“Not in heat…” Flutters called after them.

After the zebra was fully cleaned, the pegasus decided to steal the shower after. The pair bid their farewells. Trotting along the path together was nice.

“Soooo?” Pinkie spoke up.

“That was an interesting way to say hello to one of your friends,” Zevvahn noted. “Is it going to be like that from now on? We greet them with my cock? Because if so I’m not totally against the idea.”

Pinkie giggled. “Hi Twi! Bend over! Oh, what did you think of Twi and Spike by the way, don’t remember if I asked.”

“The mare needs to eat more and the dragon needs some good exercise,” the stallion commented. “Neither of them are healthy. Too much weight isn’t good for even a dragon. But you?” He leaned over and pecked Pinkie on the cheek. “You’re perfect.”

“Awwwww…” Pinkie blushed. “Charmer. Maybe you could ask Spike about it, see if it’s food or something else. Heck, if it’s something internal you probably know a ton of remedies.” Lightly she steered the stallion down a side path between two fields of tall grass. The Everfree Forest seemed to loom in the distance.

“So, where are we going now?” the stallion posed. He liked the closeness of the forest, but he didn’t think any of Pinkie’s friends would be living in it.

“See that barn in the distance? The red one on the hill?” Pinkie gestured a hoof at the barn standing out above a sea of trees. Apple trees if Zevvahn’s guess was right. “That’s Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack lives there with her grandmother, big brother, and little sister. My bet’s also that Rainbow Dash is there. AJ and Dash think they’re subtle.” She snorted a giggle.

“Ah, are they actually…” Zevvahn blushed at the thought.

“Fucking?” The mare quirked a brow. “Absolutely. They think that everypony else thinks that we don’t know. So, everypony basically plays along. Though, if we play our cards right, you may be sandwiched between two very competitive mares. And, yes, I’ve dropped all pretense at this point, why hide the fact that I want to share the bounty that is zebra seed?”

Zevvahn blinked a few times. “Pinkie, are you turning me into a stud for your friend’s foals?” he asked.

“Ap ap ap! Foals are different.” Pinkie held up a hoof, while still trotting on three. “Foals are by request, and on a case-by-case basis. Right now, this is just meet-and-fuck. Or meet-and-greet if certain things don’t happen. I’m really playing everything by ear today. And sorry if I’m rambling.”

“...So you’re still turning me into a stud service,” the zebra pointed out. “You know, I still have research I want to do on the forest, and-”

“And I will support you and go with you. I’m honestly interested, your talk with Flutters was confusing, but interesting.” Pinkie countered. “You and I aren’t going to be fucking twenty-four-seven, nor will you be out railing my friends at all hours. That’s just a bonus. A gooey layer of frosting on a marble cupcake.”

“...Okay, that’s sounding more fair for everyone,” the stallion admitted. “So, we’re heading to the barn because...that’s where your friend will be?”

“Okay, plan. AJ, and probably Dash, will be out working. We can either wait in the barn for them when they take a break, or have one of the other Apples go track them down, while we wait in the barn…. Yeah, we’re going to the barn, sorry.” Pinkie winced a little. “Unless they let us in the house? But… Barn sounds more rustic. Mmmm, what you think?”

“Fiiiiine, we can wait in the barn,” the stallion rolled his eyes. “It’s probably spacious inside and cooler in the shade.”

“Sorry, would you prefer exploring the orchard or relaxing in the farm house while we wait, because unless we’re lucky, we’re gonna be waiting.” Zevvahn swore Pinkie’s hair deflated a bit and the pink seemed to dim a bit.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” the zebra soothed. “You can’t control your friends. So if we end up waiting, we might as well find somewhere comfortable to wait in the barn until they show up.”

“Okay, barn it is.” She sighed. “I’m trying not to be too pushy.”

“Hey, you’re fine,” the stallion teased, bumping her flank with his. “Let’s just see how things go, hmm?”

“You’re right.” Pinkie smiled and her color seemed to return in full.

Turned out, they did have to wait. AJ was in the far field with Big Macintosh, according to Granny Smith. The wizened green mare didn’t seem to mind them waiting in the barn until they got done. Which boiled down to, when they got done.

“I feel like I should apologise again.” Pinkie huffed, sitting on the dirt floor with her back against a beam. Zevvahn was sitting on the opposite side and let one of his forehooves hit the ground near her.

She reached out and held it. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just...bored,” the stallion admitted. “The land around here is saturated in Earth Pony magic, so there’s nothing really interesting for me to study.”

“Awww….” Pinkie pouted. “Well… You could always study… me~”

“I mean, they could walk in at any moment, and-” the zebra tried to protest.

“Counter question. Would you, or I, care if somepony did?” Pinkie asked, rubbing his hoof with hers.

“I mean, I know you wouldn’t,” the stallion admitted. “I’m mostly just worried about it not being one of your friends.”

“Granny’s snoozing in the house, Mac and AJ are in the orchard, and Bloom is probably with her friends.” Pinkie rattled off.

“...So there’s no reason for us not to be screwing?” Zevvahn posed.

“Pretty much yeah.” Pinkie commented, rolling around the beam to sit next to him. “And on that note. How long has it been since you explored a mare? Not via dick, like, a colt who gets to touch vag for the first time. Aaaand that went in a really weird direction. I am sorry.” Her brow furrowed.

“No, I...get what you’re saying,” Zevvahn replied. “And um...well sometimes I got to play with a mare,” he said. “But it usually never got far beyond touching and licking before I started getting hard, which is when they ran.”

“Well… Did you like playing with a mare?” She leaned against him. “Because, I’m not gonna run.”

“It was...fun,” the stallion admitted with a blush.

“Zevvie…” Pinkie cooed into his ear. “Wanna play with my mare bits?”

“I...ah...wouldn’t say no,” the zebra admitted, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

Pinkie spread her back legs a bit and rested her forelegs on her stomach. “Well?”

Zevvahn gulped, reaching a hoof over to rub at Pinkie’s thigh as he inched it closer and closer to her lips.

“Getting warmer…” Pinkie cooed and slowly shifted her foreleg under his to match where he was on her. She rested her head on his shoulder.

Zevvahn blushed, but struck decisively, his hoof finding her lips and rubbing up and down her moist petals.

“Oh!” She gasped, immediately shifting her hoof to press into and rub his sheath. “Naughty boy.”

“I have a terrible role model,” the stallion quipped, pressing against the mares lips as he rubbed his hoof back and forth.

Pinkie’s breath shuddered a bit. “I’ll take it.” She circled his sheath, occasionally pressing down and waiting for the flare to pop out. It didn’t take long for his head to pop out, the flare inflating as his length slowly spilled out of his sheath. Zevvahn let out a moan as Pinkie started to stroke him.

“Not fair,” he grunted. “I can’t do nearly as much to you…”

“Haven’t spread me. Haven’t gone… pearl diving.” Pinkie moaned softly in his ear.

“I...what?” the stallion blinked. “How...what even are those terms?”

“Zevvie, sweetie, I need to show you how it works down there some time.” Pinkie giggled as her coltfriend reached full girth.

“Well shoot, yer impressive all right, but not exactly as big as Ah’d expect.”

Pinkie’s and Zevvahn’s heads snapped to the voice.

A yellow filly with a red mane stood only a few hooves away. She smirked. “Ah got dildos bigger ‘an you.”

“Apple Bloom!” Pinkie actually looked surprised. “I-I assumed you’d be with the CMC.”

“Nope, they’re busy, stuck here.” ‘Apple Bloom’ looked Zevvahn’s length up and down. “Yer coltfriend sounds like he needs a good sex ed class if he can’t find yet clit when yer winkin.”

Pinkie giggled. “Might have to lay down and show him later.”

Zevvahn only barely registered the conversation. He was somewhat horrified that a filly was so casually talking about-

“He’s zonked.” Apple Bloom commented dryly.

“Oh?” Pinkie looked at him. “Oh! Ooooooh…”

“He don’t know, do he?” Apple Bloom raised a brow.

“No…. That’s my bad.” Pinkie hissed in a breathe. “Zevvie? Zevvie.”

Pinkie’s voice got through. He turned to look at her.

“Zevvie. She’s legal.” Pinkie said with a sigh. “Sorry to scare you.”

Zevvahn blinked. “Wut…”

“Look here, lover boy.” The drawl snapped his head back to the filly. “See, Apple family genetics are screwy. It’s why Mac’s a giant, and me? Ah’m little.” She began to pace back and forth. “See, Ah got a little somethin’ called a Growth Hormone Deficiency. Know what that is?” The zebra shook his head. “Thought not. A GHD basically means that while Ah age at a normal-ish rate, mah body is gonna stay stuck lookin’ like this.” She gestured a hoof at herself. She noticed his eyes widening. “Yeah, ya get it now?” She laughed mirthlessly. “A body like this doesn’t really make for marefriend material.”

“Preach sister!” Pinkie called out.

“Thanks Pinkie.” The yellow ‘mare’ nodded at the pink one then returned her gaze to the zebra. “See, Ah’m actually the oldest of mah friends. Sweetie Belle’s turned into a bombshell. Scootaloo, while she still can’t fly, still grew up.” She paused and heaved a sigh. “Zevvie,” she looked at the stallion with a pained expression. “Ah’m twenty-four. Fuck, twenty-five in a month. Ah’m twenty-four and Ah’ve never had anythin’ more than school-yard crushes. Who’d want this?” She gestured at herself again.

“You’ll find somepony AB.” Pinkie said softly.

“Like who?” Apple Bloom rounded on Pinkie in a flash of anger, before almost immediately deflating. “Pinkie, Ah’m happy for ya, but yer a mare, a real mare. And Ah feel like Pen Oak. Ah wanna be a real mare.” She shook her head. “Ah’m just… stuck.” She sighed. “So, like Pinkie, before you showed up,” she shot a look at the zebra, “Ah’ve many nights where Ah fuck myself senseless until Ah pass out.” She snorted a laugh. “Gotta get mahself nice and ready on the off chance Ah work up the nerve ta finally talk ta Spike.”

Pinkie blinked

Zaavahn blinked.

Spike?

Zeevahn took the momentary lapse to look at the mare. Really look at her. Did Apple Bloom look like a filly? Yes. She was short, and well filly-like. Her coat was a bright yellow, and her mane and tail was a fiery red. Yet. She held herself differently. Like she had a weight on her back. And her eyes… Her orange eyes looked… far too pained for a filly. There were small hints of wrinkles around her eyes. Smaller bags under said eyes, denoting either a lack or sleep, depression, or most likely both. Her head hung low, she almost looked like she wanted to cry. Yet, perhaps all the tears had long since dried up.

“Ah, should probably go… sorry fer vetin’ and fuckin’ with yer romp. It is the Apple family barn, it’s where we were all conceived.” The yellow mare gestured at the pink one.” Pinkie’s got a little Apple in her, she can carry on the tradition.” She made to turn away.

“Ah...wait!” Zevvahn called after the filly-esque mare. “I, um...might know something,” he said. “I’m pretty well versed in plants and the natural world. I think I can whip up something to help you grow a little. If I had been here some years ago it might’ve even fixed the whole problem.”

Apple Bloom froze. Slowly she turned turned and blinked at the zebra. “Ya’ll can what now? Did ya say ya could make me grow?” She blinked again. “Yer kiddin’ right?” An eye twitched. “Doctors, magic, and pills couldn’t fix this, and yer sayin’ you can?”

“I have a theory already,” the zebra replied. “And a plan of action. All I need is to get something from your farm, like an apple from a tree you planted, and I can make you a potion regimen that should work over the course of a month to make you look a little more like an adult. It probably won’t fix the whole problem...I doubt anything can at this point. But I can do something for you.”

Pinkie nuzzled his cheek.

“Why?” The small mare asked.

“Because seeing you like this, angry and upset and…” the zebra sighed. “‘If I can do right, and choose not to, then I do wrong by doing nothing.’” he quoted. “I’m a better zebra than one who would choose to let you suffer when there is an option to help you available.”

“Well… shit.” Bloom said bluntly. “Ah mean, if y’all can do what ya say… Ah don’ know, Ah’d join you and Pinkie for a spell, but that’s probably the needy loins talkin’.” She rolled her eyes.

“Eh…. Hmmmm…. Would Bloom count?” Pinkie hummed tapping her chin.

“Pinkie,” Zevvahn said flatly. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Pinkie winced.

“Ya know, if’n yer stayin’ around we can have a more in depth chat later.” Bloom sat on her haunches and shrugged.

“I plan to, but I was hoping to talk to...AJ?” Zevvahn looked at Pinkie, who nodded. “About getting a sapling to use as a base for a new home.”

“Oooooh, gotcha.” Bloom nodded. “She should be back in soon-ish. They were finishing up, but it’s a bit of a trot back. And as to a saplin’ I could find ya one.”

“Oh, that’d be great,” the stallion smiled at her. “I mean, I’d still find you some help either way, but I would definitely appreciate you helping me.”

“Ah help you, y’all help me.” Bloom chuckled. “A trade, just not in the blatant sex way. Not that Ah’m sayin that mah treatment is worth a tree.”

“Zebras do unconventional trades for treatment all the time,” the stallion pointed out. “If you still feel like you owe me later, that’s up to you. I’ll happily accept a tree for treatment, but I’d still give you the treatment without the tree.”

“Y’all are just a bundle of generosity.” Bloom grinned. “Ah’m so happy that I could su-” She looked at him. “Lick yer dick. Can’t fit that down mah throat.”

“Well maybe when you’re a bit bigger, you could give that a try, baring you’re not with anypony else by that time.” Pinkie giggled.

“Fuck, if’n they’re okay with it, Ah’d still suck yer dick.” Bloom smirked. “Of course, that depends on if Ah manage to get mahself a coltfriend.” She rolled her eyes.

“Ah, well, with that I can’t help,” the stallion said with a shrug. “We know better than to try to bottle love. Can’t be done, and I don’t mess with poisons.”

“So, y’all don’t mind if Ah suck yer dick?” Bloom raised a brow. Pinkie giggled.

“Pinkie seems to think sharing is caring,” Zevvahn replied. “Tartarus, if you said you wanted to ride me, she’d help you.”

“Pinkie, y’all mind?” Bloom asked, trotting over.

“Zevvie, thought for you.” Pinkie spoke up. “Imagine me holding that small mare and helping her fuck you, while you just… get to enjoy it.”

“...You’re going to treat her like a toy, aren’t you?” the zebra deadpanned.

“Zev, Y’all don’t know what kinda kinks Ah got.” Bloom chuckled. “Y’all think that Ah don’t wanna be used like a toy? Ah mean, look at me.” She shivered. “Ah’ve imagined Spike’s claws holdin’ me as he…. Gosh…” Her back legs shuddered.

“...Well I guess if she’s okay with it,” Zevvahn said, spreading his legs wide as he sat on his haunches, displaying his hardening erection. It wasn’t fully out, but the talk had been doing work.

“Need some help?” Pinkie asked, moving to get up.

“Nah, I wanna get him ready.” Bloom trotted up to the growing length. “Y’all havin’ any reservations about this?”

“Just whether or not you’ll break before-” the zebra started to say.

Bloom whirled around and shifted her tail to the side. Zevvahn blinked and gulped. Okay. No sudden movements. Let her come to you, that way she doesn’t split in half.

The small mare pressed her clearly wet petals into the stallions base, right above his balls. “Fuck yer hot… Not bad though.”

The zebra gulped, before using a hoof to aim his cock a little further down, so that the flared head pressed into her dripping lips.

“A-ba-ba-ba! Don’t be so eager.” Bloom pushed away, gave him a smirk, and kissed his flare. “Y’all aren’t even fully hard yet.”

“Maybe let her do the work?” Pinkie giggled, nipping his ear. The stallion moaned, before leaning back and taking his hooves away. Fine...it wouldn’t take much, but fine, he could let the smaller mare do her thing.

Bloom trotted forward and pushed herself against his length. She nudged the shaft and kissed it, before pressing her forelegs into his stomach and walking them up to his chest as her whole velvety underbelly rubbed over his length. Her hot, dripping core pressed against his base as she kissed the top of his flare.

“I… never thought I’d see something like this…” Pinkie gulped with a growing blush.

Zevvahn had to agree. This small mare was being incredibly lewd. Did she really think she’d be able to fit his shaft inside of her? It was nearly the size of her! It-

“Pinkie.” Bloom cut off his thoughts. “Now Ah need yer help.”

Pinkie grinned as she got up and trotted around to sit in front of the pair. She reached out and hooked the small mare under her shoulders. She picked up the mare and hovered her over the zebra’s flare.

“Be a little gentle. Ah am small.” Bloom bit her lip as she looked down at the flare beneath her.

“Be a lot gentle, otherwise we’ll have an awkward hospital visit,” the stallion added.

“I know what I’m doing!” Pinkie pouted. “Just talk to me Bloom.”

“Gotcha, now gimme that zebra dick.” Bloom said with a huffy moan.

Pinkie lowered the mare until her petals settled on the flare.

“Now, yer gonna need ta push a bit.” Bloom said with a needy grunt.

“A bit?” Zevvahn raised an eyebrow. “We’ll need a crowbar to-”

Pinkie leaned in, hugged the small mare to her chest, and slowly leaned further. Slowly, slowly, the mare’s petals spread open and just as slowly spread around the flare.

“Oh… biggun…” Bloom groaned. “Ah w-won’t be able ta take all a ya, literally too small, but… have ya had a tight…” She paused and met the zebra’s eyes with a smirk. “Filly pussy?”

“No!” Zevvahn squeaked. This was way too lewd, she was far too into it, and-

There was a ~shlick~ and Bloom slid over his flare fully. “Uhn~ There!” She gasped. “Now, Pinkie?”

“Hmmm?” Pinkie hummed, resting her chin on the small mare’s shoulder.

“Slowly. Ah’m guessin that Ah won’t get past the ring.” The yellow mare glanced at the pink one. Then looked back at Zevvahn. “So, Zev, tell me, what do you see?”

“I see a mare enjoying messing with me way too much with her filly-like looks,” the zebra pointed out. “I also see somepony who is going to make a dragon very happy one day.”

“D-Dragon?” Bloom blushed.

“Just think of this as practice.” Pinkie cooed as she slowly started to push the mare down.

“Oooohh…” Bloom groaned. “Yeah… Yeah… Ah can get behind practice like this.”

“You know Bloom,” Pinkie hummed. “Zevvie and I could set up a date or a double-date for you two… Maybe make it a blind date?”

“A-Ah don’t know… Spike p-probably w-wouldn’t want a filly-mare l-like me.” She shuddered as the stallion slowly stretched her.

“Well then he’d be an idiot,” Zevvahn said with a bit of a bite. “And I’d gladly take you in to this weird relationship Pinkie’s pushing on me.”

“Yer kind.” Bloom said with a breathy, yet happy sigh. “Y’all… y’all open enough ta trade partners, ya know, on the off chance Spike does wanna be… a couple?”

Zevvahn opened his mouth, paused, and looked to Pinkie with a raised brow.

“Zevvie, another mental image for you.” Pinkie began with a grin. “You’ve got this little mare beneath you, and you look up and you see me, staring back at you, while that adorable ball of dragon Spike, rails me with two dicks.”

“Fuck, mare, yer freaky.” Bloom hissed a moment as she felt Zevvahn twitch. “But Ah kinda like it.”

“Nope,” Zevvahn shook his head. “We’ll need to get Spike exercising, Bloom grown up, and while we’re at it let’s get more food into Twilight. Then things will be right with your friends.”

“Mmmm… point.” Pinkie nodded. “Want me to amend my statement?”

Bloom eep’d as Zevvahn’s flare bumped against something as the small mare stopped just above his ring.

“I think she’s just about done,” the stallion pointed out, giving Bloom a small peck on the head.

“Yep. That’s all folks, unless y’all wanna try ta fuck my womb.” Bloom raised a brow with a smirk, even though she was shaking. Pinkie hissed, winced, and visibly shuddered.

“...She’s adorably lewd,” Zevvahn pointed out. “She shouldn’t be this cute and raunchy at the same time.”

“Oh, Ah can go worse.” Bloom’s grin was downright evil. She quickly feigned an innocent look. “Your dick makes me feel so good!” She moaned in a very filly-like voice. “Harder Daddy!”

“Holy fuck!” Pinkie blinked at the mare in her forelegs.

“Okay, that’s a bit too far,” the stallion said with a nervous smile.

“Eh, probably.” Bloom shrugged. “But if’n yer gonna say somethin’ terrible, go deep. Unlike how much Ah can take.” She tried to flex and squeeze around the stallion.

“We’re going to have to work on you something terrible, aren’t we?” the stallion mused. Maybe...yeah, he could work some magic for her.

“Oh ya wanna work me terribly, Zev?” Bloom grinned. “Ya don’t say?”

Pinkie snorted. “Got ya there Zevvie!”

“You two are the worst,” Zevvahn groaned.

“Yer welcome.” Bloom nodded.

“I’m a terrible influence.” Pinkie nodded as well.

“What in Sam-Hell?... Apple Bloom what are ya doin?!”

“What? What’s u- Oh shit! Bloom’s gettin some! Nice! Go Bloom!”

Zevvahn expected for Bloom to be worried or nervous, like Pinkie suddenly looked. No. That wasn’t what he got. Bloom looked pissed. The mare slowly looked towards the barn entrance. “AJ…” There was an edge to the small mare’s voice. “We’re busy. So, unless, you and Dash wanna watch while ya fuck, kindly fuck-the-FUCK-off?”

“Bloom yer just a-”

“Don’t!” Bloom thrust a hoof towards the barn entrance, unintentionally squeezed Zevvahn in a hot, wet vice. “Don’t y’all say shit! Ah am an adult dammit! If Ah wanna fuck Pinkie’s coltfriend while Pinkie helps me do so, then I sure as fuck can!”

“Oh, Pinkie’s dating that hunk!? Fuck yeah Pinks!”

“Thanks Dashie!” Pinkie grinned, looking at somepony beyond Zevvahn’s vision.

“We’re gonna have-”

“Apple. Jack.” Bloom enunciated each word. “We are fuckin not. Ah may be yer younger sister, but Ah am not a foal. And frankly Ah’m sick and tired a you forgeting that!” There was an angry snort as the mare squeezed and dribbled down the zebra’s shaft. She turned her attention to somepony next to who she’d been yelling at. “Dash, this is Zevvahn. Zev, say hi.”

“Hi?” the stallion waved a hoof towards the barn door.

“Pinkie found herself a coltfriend and is being generous enough to share him.” Bloom started.

“Oh fuck! Dibs!” Came a cry.

“Dash, you can have next!” Pinkie grinned with a small bounce, unintentionally bouncing the smaller mare on Zevvahn’s cock. “AJ, I think Bloom put you in time out.”

“Ah- wha- but-”

“G-Get in the h-hhouse and th-think about things!” Bloom pointed at her first target again. “Go on! Git!”

There was the sound of hooves on loose straw.

“Ummmm Bloom, can I say that, that was actually really hot?” The rough voice said from the barn door.

“Fuck yeah Bloom.” Pinkie nuzzled the small mare, still bouncing and bouncing the small mare on zebra shaft.

“Nnngh...gonna…” the stallion grunted. “You’re...too tight, can’t hold it…”

“Dash! DashDashDash! Come watch Zev cum in Bloom!” Pinkie gasped and grinned happily.

There was a gasp and a woosh, and suddenly a cyan pegasus mare was hovering over the three, staring down with magenta eyes.

“Zev, wanna cum?” Bloom asked actually starting to roll her hips while being held by the pink mare behind her.

“Not a matter of want anymore...I’m going to-!” the zebra grunted, his shaft twitching visibly in the small mare on his cock.

“Oh-ho-ho he’s gonna blow.” ‘Dash’ said with a giddy grin.

“Do it. Cum in mah tiny pussy.” Bloom grinned, clearly shaking from her own orgasm. Not that he could tell with all her rippling and squeezing around him.

“Dirty mare…” Pinkie chuckled with a smirk.

The shaft twitched again, before Zevvahn started to fill his second mare of the day with his seed. It had nowhere to go but inside the little pony, and the zebra was surprised she stayed on his cock and didn’t burst off in a cloud of spunk. She did however, swell a bit, until the rest of his spunk started to leak and dribble out her pussy and down his cock.

“Cum shots are hot…” Dash said with a blush and a bitten lip.

“Well then, come get one Dashie~” Pinkie looked up at the pegasus as she slowly tugged Bloom off of the zebra.

“Dash… He’s… He’s worth it…” Bloom sounded a bit winded.

Dash landed with a thud and Zevvahn got a good look at her, after he cleared his head of the post-orgasm high-haze. This mare was sleek. Her body seemed built for speed. She wasn’t thin, she was fit. Her cyan-blue coat rippled with each movement of her taut, corded muscles. Her hooves were a little chipped and cracked, probably from not caring about them. Her mane and tail were a bright, prismatic rainbow of colors and they didn’t seem so much set in her mane, as more seeming to shift with the lighting. Her wings were immaculate, every feather was set to perfection. Her magenta eyes were energetic and seemed to glimmer with excitement.

“So! Zev, Stallion, Stud, need a minute to recharge?” Dash asked with a grin, puffing out her chest.

“He probably will.” Bloom commented with a sigh as she curled up in Pinkie’s lap as said pink mare scooted back.

“Yeah, just...give me a bit, that was intense,” the stallion huffed, still sitting with his back to the pole in the barn.

“Oh, enjoyed having that little…” Dash paused and looked at Bloom. “That mare, ride you?”

“Be honest, she was used as a toy,” the stallion pointed out. “She’s a cream-filled pastry now.”

“Sweetie… you’re giving me kinky ideas…” Pinkie called out, biting her lip as she looked down at the small mare, who was smirking up at her in return.

“Ah was the best toy, and don’t y’all fuckin’ forget it.” Bloom called out.

“Need something to get your shaft back in action?” Dash asked with a grin.

“Also… Zevvie, would you mind if I…” Pinkie asked aloud, as Bloom shot her bedroom eyes.

“Sure, take the small mare up and do things to her,” the stallion waved. “I’ll just get molested by an athlete.”

“Are y’all complaining about that?” Bloom asked as she was laid on the floor. Pinkie latched her mouth around the small mare’s gooey pussy.

Dash, at the same time, turned around and lifted her tail, revealing a very toned flank and a tight looking marehole.

Dash wondered what he was doing for a moment as she stood there.

Then she felt a weight on her back slam into her as the zebra cock prodded her lips. “Don’t flag a zebra stallion unless you mean it~” Zevvahn whispered to the pegasus.

“Oh… Do me Stud. Pound this perky pegasus plot and pump her pussy.” Dash said with a lusty chuckle.

“Mmmmph! Nice word play!” Pinkie pulled herself away from the writhing yellow mare, with seed dripping from her tongue, just to comment, before returning to her “meal” with a vengeance.

“Let’s see if we can’t make you regret that with a nice breeding session~” the stallion teased as he gripped the mare around the hips. He made sure he was lined up with Dash’s lips, then gave a thrust to push the flared head inside of her.

“Unf-” She grunted. “Let’s make a bet. You cum first, I owe you a drink. I cum first, you owe me a drink. Deal?”

“Nope,” the stallion said, pushing further into her, achingly slowly. “Because I won’t be happy unless you cum two or three times~” His ring pushed against her lips now, his cock filling her out quite nicely.

“Please, like you ca- eep!” Dash jumped as the ring slid right into her. “W-well maybe you go-”

Zevvahn pushed harder, making Dash’s front legs buckle as he held her down. “You talk too much,” he grunted, slamming as much of his cock into her as he could. He hit a barrier before he could bury his whole rod into the mare, but that was fine. It shut her up.

“Ah- P-Pinks- H-how-” Dash gasped out. “N-no- t-too f-fas- G-gonna-”

Zevvahn twirled Dash while she was on his cock so she was laying on her back, and then loomed over the mare. Then he set the fastest, hardest pace he could manage with her, slamming into her womb over and over again while the ring popped in and out of her lips with every motion.

Dash shook as her first orgasm rolled over her, clenching and milking the pounding shaft, only slicking it up and making his thrusts smoother.

“What’s your name?” Zevvahn grunted as he kept up with the hard, dominant fucking.

“R-rain-b-bow D-Da-ash!” She managed to get out. “A-And Y-you’re th-the ca-cap-tain n-now!”

“That’s right,” the zebra smirked. “And I’m demoting you to breeding slut.”

“Mmmph- Way to lean into the Zebra profiling Zevvie.” Pinkie actually deadpanned.

“I mean, she seems to like the dominance play,” the zebra said in his normal tone of voice, turning to look at Pinkie. “It’s not like I’d try to knock your friends up or-”

“Please! Would you?! Wh-When I’m in heat of course!” Came the quick babble from beneath him. “Also… maybe keep the dom-thing going? If, you want to that is.”

“Huh, well there ya go.” Pinkie blinked.

“Pinkie, I think there’s still a little of your coltfriend in there.” Bloom complained with a whine.

“As we were,” Zevvahn nodded at Pinkie, before turning back to Dash. “Okay then...what’s your name again?” he asked the mare beneath him with a smirk.

Dash looked up at him. Her wings were splayed. Her eyes were wide. Her face was almost as pinkie as his marefriend’s. Her forelegs were curled up into her chest. “I-I… I’m y-your b-breeding sl-slut…” Dash mewled out.

“Good girls get treats~” the stallion teased, not pausing in his fucking of the mare. “But what should I give you, I wonder…”

“D-dick?” Dash asked meekly.

“Nah… Too easy…” Bloom commented with a moaning sigh as she held Pinkie’s head to her.

“Bloom is right, you’re already being dicked,” the stallion commented. “Hmm. What to get a good girl that’s being speared already…”

“How about a mare on her face?” Bloom asked as she pushed Pinkie’s head away. Pinkie’s head came away with a pop, and a still wiggling tongue.

“Oooh, that could work~” Zevvahn smiled. “So which one of you wants to put Dashie’s tongue to work?”

“Y’all think Ah’m anywhere near done?” Bloom asked.

“I’m keeping myself pent up for Zevvie later.” Pinkie winked at her zebra.

“Well then Bloom,” the zebra pointed at Dash’s muzzle. “Why don’t you shut her up?”

Bloom trotted over, loomed her flank over Dash’s face, then plopped herself down. She started to grind into Dash’s muzzle, slowly turning into a small yellow and red facehugger.

“Let me know how many times she cums, I’m just going to fuck her through them,” the stallion commented, now somehow going hard and fast enough that his hips were always in motion. It was a bit like watching a mechanical piston at work, the way he just kept hammering in and out of Dash’s pussy.

“Whelp she’s, fuck she’s got a good tongue, already at two.” Bloom moaned out.

“Wanna see how many we get her up to before I pump her up like the balloon she is?” the stallion smirked.

“Oh!” Bloom shook on the mare’s face. “That’s a yes! Hey Zev, is it wrong that I wanna end up passed out from all this?”

“Kinda, yeah, because if you pass out, I don’t think your sister will be willing to help me get a sapling or an apple from a tree you planted for your supplements,” the stallion pointed out. “Let me know when we hit another milestone with the slut, Bloom.”

“Almost- There we go. That’s three.” Bloom said. “And Ah can get ya a tree. So, that means no passin’ out fer me.”

“Hey Pinkie, how many times should we make this little pegasus slut cum?” Zev asked his marefriend.

Pinkie was sitting back against a beam, slowly circling her marehood with a hoof. “Mmmm six. Why? Why not?”

“You’re sure she won’t break while I get her that far?” the stallion chuckled, rubbing his head against Dash’s depths on the word ‘break’. “If we end up adopting a fuck-pet because of you, you’ll have to feed and walk her.”

“Heh, fine fine. Just two more gasms for the Dashie.” Pinkie giggled.

“And she’s almost at four, if her tongue is any indication.” Bloom groaned and humped the mare’s face.

“...Don’t tell me she’s getting off on the idea of being broken into being nothing more than a needy pet,” the zebra deadpanned.

“O-O-O-H FUUUUUUU- She Is!” Bloom cried out, soaking Dash’s muzzle.

“Pinkie, thoughts on fucking Dash until she can’t think anymore?” Zev called back to the mare on the sidelines.

“Motion passed, continue.” Pinkie nodded, spreading her petals with her hooves for her coltfriend.

“If we end up needing to buy a collar and a leash, I’m going to go all out and get her a little pet bowl too,” the stallion warned.

Bloom rolled off Dash’s face, gasping.

Dash… was zonked out. A goofy, lusty grin was on her face as she looked up at the zebra.

Pinkie snorted. “Go nuts.”

Zevvahn looked down at the mare and waved a hoof in front of her. When that didn’t elicit a response, he tried words. “You okay?”

That got a bit of a hazy, happy giggle.

“Wow…” Pinkie blinked. “You really can be fucked silly. I didn’t think ahegao was a real thing.”

“Um...what do we do with her now?” the zebra asked, for once slowing down to a stop.

“Wait for her to come down from her high?” Pinkie shrugged.

“Ah got it.” Bloom replied. She rolled over and got to her hooves. Taking a few steps she leaned in to Dash. “The Wonderbolts suck.”

There was a moment.

Dash blinked.

“The fuck you just say?!” The mare craned her head around to glare at the small earth mare.

“Fixed her.” Bloom beamed.

“Oh good,” Zevvahn sighed. “Well then, I think that’s enough for one da-”

“Fuck that! You think I’m done?!” Dash snapped. “I’m not dripping cum yet!”

“...Pinkie, your friend scares me,” Zevvahn gulped. “Very well...if the mare insists…” He started to screw her again, going long and slow to stir up Dash’s insides with every powerful thrust.

“That’s Dashie.” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Dash, are you gonna be able to walk after this?”

“I- Umf- got wings.” Dash grunted as Zevvahn’s thighs slapped against her.

“Pinkie, if your friend breaks again, I am tying her up to your bedpost,” the stallion warned.

“Dash, just let him cum one more time then your done.” Pinkie sighed. “Some of it was kinda kinky pillow talk, but I’m honestly starting to get concerned about him.” She jerked her head at her coltfriend.

“Awww… fine…” Dash huffed, trying to grumble even though she was moaning.

Eventually Zevvahn did the best he could to hilt Dash, shoving most of his cock as deep as he could inside the pegasus and letting loose a huge pent-up load as far in her as it could possibly be.

“Ooooh… warm…” Dash sighed happily.

“There you go.” Pinkie smiled then looked at the zebra. “You weren’t actually going to tie her to the bed, right?”

“While ya talk, I’ll get ya a sapling.” Bloom trotted towards the barn entrance.

“If she started barking like a dog, most likely,” the stallion replied as he slowly started pulling free from the pegasus.

“Woo-”

“No!” Pinkie snapped.

“Sounded like a bark to me~” Zevvahn teased.

“Woof woof.” Dash craned her neck around and smirked at Pinkie.

“What about AJ?” Pinkie raised a brow.

Dash blinked. She pointed at Zevvahn. “Dick.” She smirked. “Plus, AJ will want to join once she and Bloom have a talk.”

“She makes a compelling argument,” the stallion mused. His flared head popped out and there was a small pool of his cum already spilling out of the pegasus pussy.

“Dash, do you really wanna spend time tied to my bed?” Pinkie tried to dissuade the pegasus.

“No, no, no.” Dash shook her head.

“Goo-”

“I want to spend time tied to his cock~” Dash grinned.

“Fuckin’ dammit.” Pinkie face-hooved.

“...I think she might be slightly broken, in the head, still,” Zevvahn pointed out helpfully.

“H-howdy.” An ever-so-slightly emotional twang called out.

“AJ!” Pinkie called out with a wave.

A mare stepped into Zevvahn’s view.

If Dash was built like a racing athlete, Applejack was built like a body-builder. Not so muscled as to be grotesque, she was still bulky. Her orange fur only seemed to accentuate the mare’s muscles. Her legs looked like they could kick a tree down. (She probably could.) Her barrel was like a bellows, swelling with every breath. Her mane and tail were the color of wheat and both were weaved into a long braid. Her mane hung down over her shoulder. A brown stetson sat atop her head, only just shading her emerald green eyes. A few spots of yellow on her cheeks mimicked freckles. The zebra noticed that her eyes were a little puffy.

“So, ah, ya think ya can do somethin’ fer Bloom?” The mare asked, oddly unconcerned about the worn out mare dribbling semen on the floor.

“I mean, I can do something for her,” Zevvahn answered easily. “Get me an apple from a tree she planted herself and I can brew up a supplemental potion to help her with her growth. I missed the years she should’ve had a growth spurt, but I might be able to give her at least a teenaged body. More would require more zebras and a full ritual.”

“Well Ah’ll be.” AJ raised her hat as well as her brow. “Hell, Ah’d make ya an honorary Apple if’n that actually worked.”

“It should, as long as you get me the right apple,” the stallion said. “If it’s from a tree she planted herself, I can make it work on her properly through the shared magic.”

“A course. Ah know every tree that was planted.” AJ nodded. “That’s... really amazing.”

“AJ…” Dash reached out and batted at the Apple mare’s leg.

AJ ignored her. “And… Ah’m sorry Ah ruined y’alls moment with Bloom.”

“AJ…” Dash batted her again. To no effect.

“You were just worried about your sister,” the stallion smoothed over. “It happens.”

“It’s not just that.” AJ sighed, as Dash batted at her again, only to have her hoof swatted. “Ah…. Ah guess… Ah can’t not see the filly that Bloom was… It’s a reaction. Ah don’t think about it. Ah really should.” She shook her head. “She… really let me have it.”

“Honestly AJ. Good.” Pinkie said bluntly. “That reactionary thinking isn’t helping Bloom.”

“Well hopefully she’ll grow up a little and everyone can see her for the mare she is,” Zevvahn noted.

“I hope ya can.”

“AJ.”

The earth mare snapped her head down at the pegasus and glared at her. “What?!”

“I got dick.” Dash grinned happily.

AJ blinked then sighed. She chuckled and shook her head. “Ah can see that Dash. How was he?”

“Grrreeeeaaaat…” Dash giggled. “Bloom rode my face.”

“Thank you Dash, for that wonderful mental image.” AJ shuddered and frowned at the pegasus.

“Well, I’ll just take this,” Zevvahn said, hefting the leaking mare up and onto his back. “Out of your mane. She has an appointment with my bed later.”

“Honestly, mind if Ah come later?” AJ asked with a small blush.

“Oh, you’ll be cumming alright.” Pinkie snorted as she got up and stepped up to join Zevvahn.

“Ah’m sure Ah will.” AJ blushed harder. “Eh… ya mind wearin’ me out later? It, uhm, it’s what Dash likes to do.”

“I’ll mix myself up a stamina brew and screw the both of you silly next to each other,” the stallion promised.

“Nice, but Ah think a cockmeat sandwich would be better.” AJ said as her tail swished back and forth.

“AJ! No clopping! Save that heat! Let it simmer!” Dash grinned at the Apple mare.

“AH- f-fine Dash.” AJ huffed, chewing her lip.

“Well, with that sorted,” the stallion nodded once. “Just the sapling for now, please, so I can grow a home for Dash to be screwed in.”

“Unf! UNF!” There came a grunting as a sapling was slowly pushed into the barn. “Got- Ya- Yer- Sapling!” Bloom called out with each push of the small tree.

“...Correction, how about a cart to put the sapling into and then I can be on my way?” Zevvahn smiled at AJ.

“Ah got ya.” AJ nodded and trotted away.

“Mind if Ah come along?” Bloom asked.

“Nah, you can watch,” the stallion nodded as AJ went deeper into the barn. “Might speed it up a bit, though, so I have somewhere to sleep.”

“Tomorrow we can go shopping, after work.” Pinkie smiled then winced.

“And tonight,” Zevvahn shifted his back so as to make Dash make a noise, “I’ll focus on a comfortable bedroom first, just so this one has a place to lie while I screw her.”

“Think you can take three mares at once?” Pinkie asked, nuzzling his cheek.

“He technically did, y’all just did participate.” Bloom pointed out.

“I’m going to need to drink a stamina potion to keep screwing Dash silly anyways,” Zevvahn noted. “Worth it, though.”

“Pinkie, ‘mere. I wanna make out with you because your coltfriend is amazing.”

“Dashie, I can’t exactly -mmmph!”

003 - Fixing some things, breaking others

Author's Note

Kinks: A BJ by a purple unicorn, some brief mare-on-mare, a prismatic pegasus getting in too deep, some Dom/light pet play, and making a Dash sandwich.

003 - Fixing some things, breaking others

It had been a few days since the zebra Zevvahn had arrived. Overnight, a huge new apple tree had grown somewhere between Ponyville and the forest. He’d wasted no time in turning it into a home. The posters for a four-poster bed had grown in the bedroom, which he’d filled with a mattress. The living room had a nice table with chairs around it for talking and chatting. He had to install the appliances in the kitchen himself, because he couldn’t exactly grow those. But the tree had managed to form a basement for him to do potions and enchanting, which he also spared no time in exploring and sanding off the rough edges. All in all, it was a nice home, and he’d been sure to make his face known in town while he was furnishing it.

“Zeeeevvvie!” A call came from the entrance. “Guess what?”

“What?” the zebra asked as he came up from the basement. Brewing up a whole cauldron’s worth of potions for Apple Bloom had taken up most of last night, and bottling them was something he’d managed just now. It was important to lose as little as possible.

“Misses Cake gave me the weekend off. They got a sitter and wanted to take over the bakery for the weekend.” Pinkie was bouncing around his living room. “I have a plan. And no it doesn’t involve you fucking my friends.”

“Tell that to Dash,” the stallion snorted. She’d shown up in his bedroom three times since he’d put the mattress in. Eventually he let her give him a blowjob before kicking her out.

Pinkie paused and groaned. “Maybe Dash was a bad idea.” She rolled her eyes. “Someday, we are taking an entire day to just ruin that mare. She has cloud duty the following day? Too bad she’s a twitching mess covered in our cum in your bed. Maybe make her rethink taking part in this.” She snickered evilly.

“She also keeps tying herself to my bed and barking,” Zevvahn pointed out. “She might be a biiiit broken already.”

“Zevvie are you opposed to me buying a particularly large strap-on?” The mare trotted over and nuzzled his cheek.

“As long as it doesn’t come near me, no,” the stallion answered easily.

“No, you sit in a chair, while I ream the tied up DashieBitch in your- our? Our bed.” Pinkie’s grin grew.

“Sounds like a good way for you to spend an afternoon,” the zebra admitted. “But you had other plans, yes?”

“Pffft,” Pinkie waved a hoof. “I’m just brainstorming. I’ll jot those notes down later. Oh! Have I told you about my PinkCave? And no, that’s not a euphamism.”

“No, no you haven’t,” the stallion admitted. “But again, we’re getting distracted. What was the main reason you came to visit? I was just about to head out to the Acres to give Apple Bloom her potions.”

“Oh! Oh! Can I?” Pinkie bounced. “Idea! Right! So! I wanna play matchmaker!”

“Oh,” Zevvahn blinked. “Okay then. Who did you have in mind?” This seemed innocent enough.

“I wanna help Bloom and Spike get together.” She plopped onto her flank and grinned, with her tail wagging like a dog. “Or at least, plant the idea in Spike’s mind, because Bloom is already all over that.”

“Hmm,” the stallion hummed. “First we need to fix Spike’s lack of exercise. And Twilight’s lack of a proper diet.”

“Well, you could go play doctor, not in the fun way, and go check on Twilight and Spike.” Pinkie grinned. “While I go give Bloom her dose. Maybe encourage her to get out there and go after Spike.”

“Ah, okay then,” the stallion smiled at the mare. “Just take one bottle,” he warned. “And tell her to take it before she goes to bed. And that it’ll be more effective at the Acres than anywhere else, thanks to all the Earth Pony magic in the soil. It’s basically her home turf and it wants to help her, it just needs the potion in her to do so.”

“Ooooo!” Pinkie cooed then got a serious face. “Only take this when you’re going to bed. It’s the most effective on the Acres due to the surrounding Earth Pony magic.”

“You got it,” Zevvahn nodded. “We just need to keep that up for a month and Bloom should be somewhat grown up.” He looked up as he did the mental math. “We might be able to give her another dose in...a year or so? Give her body time to adjust from the strain of growing.”

“Should I mention that this might be a miserable month because growing pains? Literal growing pains?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head to the side.

“I think she’ll take the pains even if you mention them, but go ahead if you feel like it. Oh, and that if she skips a day, she won’t be able to start again for a while,” the zebra finished.

“Don’t skip a day, or you’ll have to start the whole thing over later.” Pinkie nodded.

“That’s about it,” Zevvahn nodded. “Okay then, take a potion to her. I’ll go play with Spike and Twilight.”

“I give you permission to bone Twi if you can pull that prude stick out of her plot.” Pinkie nodded as she took a sack, gently put the potion inside, and slung the sack over her shoulder.

“Pfft, yeah right,” the zebra rolled his eyes. “What, you think I can convince her into it by telling her zebra cum is a nutritional supplement?”

“You actually say that,” Pinkie pointed at him. “I’ll suck you off later.”

Zevvahn blinked at her. “Only if it works,” he countered. “Otherwise I could win just by telling it to her and she slaps me.”

“So it’s a win-win for you, but if you want to change it so she has to drink your protein shake, that’s fine by me.” Pinkie kissed his cheek and trotted towards the door, making sure to flag her tail back and forth for her zebra.

“...She’s going to kill me,” the zebra noted out loud. “Her and her friends.”

“Death by Snu-Snu Zevvie.” Pinkie called out as she left.

Zevvahn knocked on the library door, his medical saddlebags on his back as he waited for someone to let him in.

“Whoever. It’s a library. That’s why there’s a sign.” The dulcet tones of spike called from within.

“Medical visit,” the zebra said, poking his head in. “Somepony came to me with concerns about the well-being of the inhabitants, so I’m here to give a check-up.”

The tubby ball of dragon known as Spike looked up with a duster in his claws. “Unexpected, but not unsurprising.” He shrugged. “Come on in. Twi’s face-deep in some book upstairs. Want me to get her?”

“Sure, we can get you later,” the zebra said, trotting into the lobby slash reading room.

“Gotcha.” The dragon said and waddled towards the stairs. He paused at the bottom step. “Oh, is this going to be personal and/or invasive in anyway. I just don’t wanna interrupt anything. We both are kinda super lax around each other, but I wanted to make sure in case you had any rules.”

“I’m going to use some zebra magic to get a general picture of your health, I just need to distract you while I do it,” Zevvahn winked. “The magic will get a more complete version without exposing anything to anyone. Much easier than carrying around a huge machine.”

“So… like a doctor’s office waiting room, I can just sit on the couch and binge comics while you invade Twi?” Spike pointed over at a couch.

“That’s a crude analogy, but it works.” Zevvahn shrugged and sat in the middle of the room. “I’ll probably have some instructions for the pair of you by the time I’m done.”

“Kay.” He nodded and started upstairs. “Twi! There’s a handsome zebra here to play doctor with you. And me. Later. You can watch.” Spike’s voice virtually dripped with sarcastic tease.

“Bwah!” Came a cry from upstairs. “Who?! What?!”

Spike disappeared into the loft. “Twi. It’s kay. It’s Zevvahn. I think he’s worried about us and wants to help.”

“What?” There was a pause from the mare. “But I’m fine. The doctor said so.”

“The doctor was a stallion, who was ogling you I might add, and you haven’t had a full meal in days.” Came the dragon’s deadpan delivery.

“I had toast this morning…” Came a huffy reply as the sound of hooves and claws on wood came from the loft.

“Just toast and coffee.” Spike countered. “It’s like all you eat unless we go out, which we haven’t.”

“Spiiiike.” Twilight whined as the unicorn descended the stairs. “I don’t like being with ponies.”

“But you like being with your friends.” Spike countered again, following after her. “Maybe go out to breakfast or lunch some time?” The dragon blinked as his brow furrowed. “I swear I’ve said that before.”

“That’s ten.” Twilight rolled her eyes. Her eyes fell on the zebra and she blushed. “Sorry about that.”

“I think it’s all good Twi.” Spike said, huffing a tiny bit as he reached the landing and started to waddle over to a couch.

“Let’s start with you, miss Sparkle,” the stallion said, pointing at the floor in front of him with a hoof. “Stand in front of me, please, and I’ll get this examination started.”

Twi’s blush actually grew as her eyes widened a bit. She trotted over and stood stock still in front of the zebra. “Ummmm, be gentle?” She smiled nervously.

“Let’s see if we can’t determine the causes of your issues, hmm?” the stallion smiled. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say ‘aaaah’.”

The mare gulped, opened her mouth, stuck out her oddly long tongue and said. “Aaaahhh…”

Zevvahn made a show of putting his hoof on her tongue and looking into her mouth, humming a little as he did. It was all an act, of course. He just needed physical contact to get his magic to examine her body. “Hmm, yes, I see,” he mused, before pulling his hoof back. “You can close your mouth now.”

“Mmmph.” Twilight did, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Sooooo… Was that it?”

“Not quite,” the stallion said, getting up and walking around her. He touched her chest a few times, taking note of how he could see the ribs, and picked up a few of her legs to gauge her muscle tone and reaction times. He circled the mare a few times, doing this and getting an internal view of her body with his magic at every touch, before he finally sat in front of the mare again.

Twi twitched a bit. “I know, I’m thin.” She rolled her eyes.

“No, thin is miss Rarity. You’re dangerously underweight,” the stallion countered. “The difference between you two is that if an infectious disease hit the town, she’d survive.”

Twi paled. “Ooooh… Ummm the doc..tor… Oh.”

Zevvahn nodded. “I mostly put on a show just now,” he admitted. “But every time I touched you, I used my magic to get an internal view of you. I’m practiced at it and managed to map your body out. You’re about...thirty to forty pounds underweight. But the fault,” he pointed a hoof at Spike, “doesn’t just lie in your diet, or lack of one, like the dragon suggests. Your thyroid gland is underdeveloped, which means your body has trouble metabolizing food into nutrients that will stick on you. Living with it as long as you have, you likely think ‘Eh, what’s the point in eating more, it won’t make a difference,’ am I right?”

“That’s actually scarily accurate.” Twilight nodded. “S-so… got anything for… all that Doc?”

“I’ll be writing you a prescription for something for your thyroid gland. Well, I say that,” he chuckled. “I’ll actually mix up a potion for the thyroid gland. I’ll need a few tail hairs to make it work for you and only you. One dose and one week and it should be back to normal-ish. But…” he hummed as he looked the mare over. “I want you to treat Pinkie Pie as your new dietician for a month until you’re looking like a more healthy version of Rarity.”

“So, you’re also ordering me to spend time with my friend and your marefriend?” Twi asked with a small smile.

“Well, that works too,” the stallion admitted. “I was mostly thinking you should try to eat the same things in the same amounts as she does. Once you’re at a more healthy weight, then I want you to eat normally, naturally. But we need to get your weight up as fast as possible.”

“Okay. I think I can start doing that.” Twi nodded. “Any recommendations for right now?”

“Hmmm…” the stallion hummed, digging through his bag before finding two pieces of paper inside. He raised a brow, pulling them out to see...Pinkie’s hoofwriting.

He read them both before he blushed, hard. “Ah...apparently Pinkie has some...rather lewd suggestions,” he chuckled, moving to put the papers away.

“And…” Twilight’s blush returned. “What… were the suggestions?”

“Don’t mind me.” Spike half-heartedly called out, his head buried in a graphic novel.

Twi seemed to ignore him, her eyes locked on the zebra. Zevvahn cleared his throat, before passing the papers over to Twilight so she could read them without him having to say anything.

“Okay, now that that’s done,” the zebra said, maybe a touch too loudly. “Let’s examine you, little guy.”

Twi, somewhat stiffly, trotted over to the couch, seeming to read and reread the notes held in her violet magic as she sat down.

“Ha! Little.” Spike snorted as he got up and waddled over. “So, do your worst. I know full well that I am a mess.”

“Well, since you already know my trick,” the zebra said, putting his hooves on the dragon. “Just close your eyes and try not to focus on the tickling sensation of my magic examining you.”

“Counter idea. I stare you down while you put that hoof on my flub.” Spike pointed a claw at him.

“Shh, trying to concentrate,” the zebra muttered, his eyes half-closing already. “Hmm...well, yes, I had figured that, but why?...oh. Oh, it goes deep. Okay little guy,” the stallion opened his eyes. “Your physical symptoms are a manifestation of something wrong in your magic. I’ve only done this a hoofful of times before, but I’m going to dive into your core to see what the issue is.”

“Huh. Kinky, but I’m down.” Spike shrugged with a chuckle.

Zevvahn’s hooves glowed an eldritch green, which travelled to encompass all of Spike’s body, and the glow crept up towards the zebra’s head. His eyes were closed as he focused on the dragon. “Hmm,” he muttered in a slightly deeper voice. “No...no...n- who does that?!” he shrieked. “No, no, no and no! Physical enchantments do not belong in the magical core!” Twilight’s head snapped up to stare at the pair in shock. “Out! Out! Out, you demon of stupidity!”

Spike’s eyes glowed an emerald green as his mouth opened and green flames burst forth, just over the zebra. The flames slowly shifted from a green to a purple and then pulled back until he belched black smoke. Then the dragon burst into a coughing fit. Bending over to put his claws on his knees.

“Okay!” the zebra smiled. “I moved it. I didn’t eliminate it, it’s now hiding in your fire glands, waiting for you to use it. Otherwise it’s a passive enchantment, the way it should have been. Seriously, whoever did that knows nothing about dragons, enchanting, magical cores being fucked with, or all of the above.”

“Ummm… The top enchantress at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns did that.” Twi spoke up.

“Owww…” Spike coughed. “That was… unpleasant.”

“Well, that spell was occupying a good portion of your magical core,” the stallion said. “Redirecting a significant portion of your magic just so you could use fancy firebreath. Which it did not need to do. You’re a fucking dragon, just enchant the fire glands to have an additional effect, seriously…” The zebra grumbled for a moment before catching himself. “Ah. Well with it being removed from your core, your magic should be able to flow freely again. You’ll not be losing any weight miraculously without effort, but you shouldn’t balloon outwards like your body thinks you’re about to hibernate for a century every day now.”

“Soooo….. Plenty of exercise?” Spike asked with a smile, then he chuckled. “And does fucking count as exercise?”

“Spike, you’d need a mare or a stallion first, nopony wants to see you walking around with a meaty left arm.” Twi commented at the dragon.

“Technically, sex is a form of cardio, but you’d have to do a lot of it to get the same effects as a simple ten-minute workout,” the stallion added without missing a beat. “So, my advice is to hit the gym. Don’t overextend yourself, anytime you feel actual pain, quit. But you should feel a burn the next day if you did it right, and then that’ll gradually go away as you get more used to the exercise and burn more fat off. Always attend warm-up and cool-down exercises, they’ll help it hurt less and maximize the effects fully.”

“Okay, I’m going to need a personal trainer, because I’m not sure I can do that myself.” Spike blinked.

“Maybe start helping the Apples at the Acres.” Twi commented from the couch.

“Actually, that’s perfect,” the stallion smiled. “Lifting baskets of apples and carrying them. Jogging if you want to work your legs harder than your arms. I’d say a ten minute session with Rainbow Dash or Applejack to stretch and exercise before, during, and after, and you’d have a whole day’s worth of exercise done quickly.”

“Well that’s what I’ll do then.” Spike grinned.

“Perfect,” Zevvahn smiled at the pair of them. “Well, with that, my medical checkup of the pair of you is- oh, right, thyroid potion,” the stallion lightly facehooved. “Miss Sparkle, a hair, if you please, so I can tune the potion to target what’s wrong with you.”

Twilight got up, with a clear blush, and trotted over to Zevvahn. She then stopped, turned around, and lifted her tail. She looked back at the zebra. “Ummm… Pinkie said you had something to recommend me?”

Spike glanced between the two. “Should I leave?”

“I think things are about to get pretty raunchy…” the stallion blushed as well.

“I’m fine with raunchy, but are you two…” Spike raised a brow.

“Feel free to sit on the couch Spike.” The mare looked at the dragon, with an embarressed, yet apologetic smile. “And, to be honest, we’ve walked in on each other a lot.”

“Fair.” The dragon chuckled and waddled back over to the couch. “You need me, I’ll be hiding my dicks behind my book here.”

“You, um, you’re sure you want to do this?” the stallion asked. “You don’t have to follow Pinkie’s note if you don’t wan-”

Twi’s tail brushed his muzzle. “Take the hairs. Then… what was it Pinkie said?” The mare looked back at the zebra expectantly. “Something about, getting enough protein?”

“Meep,” the stallion squeaked. One of his hooves reached up and gently brushed through her tail, snatching a few loose hairs and putting them in his bag. “OkayIthinkthat’senou-”

Twilight turned around and plopped down onto her plot in front of him. Her head tilted a bit as her violet aura held up one of the notes.

“I did not write that, I only suggested it jokingly, Pinkie is being-” Zevvahn tried to protest.

“Is zebra semen a good source of protein?” Twi asked, causing Spike to bark a laugh. “I mean, I’m going to need to start getting my weight up somehow.”

“Technically yes, but-”

She leaned in. “Well?” Twi blinked. “Want a b-blowjob?”

“You could ask that of any stallion and the answer would be yes, bu-”

“But?” Twi asked, scooting forward and looking up at the stallion.

“I just feel like it would be taking advantage of your sit-” No matter how hard he tried to tell Twilight she didn’t have to…

Apparently Twi was getting impatient, because she ducked forward under him and nuzzled his sheath. Her horn, thankfully dull, brushed over his underside.

“Oh...fuuuuuuck,” the stallion moaned, his flared head peeking out from his shaft thanks to the attention.

Twilight, seemingly a little unsure of what to do, kissed the flare and hummed. It twitched a little as more of his shaft started to peek out from within his sheath, the zebra’s cock inflating more as time went on. The mare actually nuzzled against it as it appeared. “U-ummm want to sit down? Standing can’t be comfortable.”

“I’ll...do you one better,” the stallion huffed, sitting down before rolling onto his back, his half-hard shaft emerging from his sheath as the ring made itself known. “There...explore to your heart’s content.”

Twi’s eyes actually sparkled. She stepped forward, sat on her haunches, and leaned down to nuzzle his balls and base. Then her tongue peeked out and poked his base. She gave a soft gasp and ran a long, slow lick up his entire shaft. Her tongue actually wrapped around his flare.

“W-what are you plan-” Zevvahn managed to ask through the pleasure.

The mare’s tongue retracted, then rolled out to slowly lick the drops of emerging pre. Zevvahn bucked at the touch of her tongue, but restrained himself from doing more than that.

“Tease,” he accused the mare.

Her tongue retracted again. “Feel good?” She asked innocently.

“I am this close to shoving you down and not letting you up to breathe until you’ve gotten two loads in your stomach,” the zebra warned.

Her tongue slowly swirled around his flare. “What’s stopping you?”

He blinked. Did she...want…

Zevvahn growled and reached out with his forehooves, jamming the mare down on his length as it filled her mouth and poked into her throat suddenly.

“Mmmph! Mmmmmm!” Came her loud moans that vibrated down his entire shaft. There was a clopping of hooves as her back legs spread and her horn lit. A glow encompassed the end of her tail and yanked it aside. Zevahn could see her plot jiggling as something (probably) slapped into her core roughly.

“Now if you want to breathe anything other than zebra musk,” Zevvahn smirked, holding the mare in place with his rear hooves looped around her neck now, “You’ll make me cum, and cum quickly~ After all, time is of the essence in getting you your protein.”

Immediately, Twi shoved her head further down on his cock, make her throat bulge further. With moans and grunts she pulled back up to just below his flare, and roughly pushed back down his length. She repeated, only the next time faster. Quickly moving into a rough and almost hungry bobbing.

“Fuuuuck, you’re talented at this,” the stallion moaned, his head falling back to thump into the floor as he looked at nothing in particular. “That’s it...keep it going,” he praised the mare. “You’re doing so well…” His rear legs flexed every time she shoved herself down.

She started to buck forward as her eyes screwed up and her horn brightened. He noticed the glow around her her flanks. Her moans were desperate as she sloppily bobbed up and down his shaft..

“Almost...you’re doing so well,” the stallion praised her.

“Mmmmmm!” Twi gave out a long moan as she forced her head down and started to swallow.

The rippling of her throat gave the stallion the edge he needed. He bucked his hips a few more times as he started to blow his load directly down Twilight’s throat, giving her the protein she was looking for. And it wasn’t a small one, either.

The mare groaned as she managed to get to his base, right as there came a loud wet slap from her core. Twi’s magic fizzled out as marecum sprayed onto the floor.

“Fuck… Not making it easy for me…” Spike grumbled loud enough for them to hear.

“Sorry my man,” the stallion moaned. “At least I’m making sure I don’t make a mess.” His cock kept twitching for a little while yet, before it had pumped a full load into the mare.

“Heh, I know. Twi’s a lot more than a messy eater.” Spike chuckled. “I’ll get it later.”

Once Zevvahn had finished, he let go of Twi’s head and eased his cock from her maw. “Okay, I think you’ve had enough for one day,” he said semi-seriously.

Twi slowly pulled herself up until his flare came out with a pop. “Yeah…” Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. “Yeah… Worth it…”

“I’ll be back tonight with that thyroid potion,” the stallion promised as he rolled to his hooves. “Remember, eat like you’re Pinkie.”

“I’ll do my best.” Twi nodded with a bit of an exhausted smile. “That means all three meals right?”

“Yes, yes it does,” the stallion nodded. “No skipping any. In fact, I’m going to encourage snacking as well.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get up to Pinkie’s weight?” Twi raised a brow.

“I’ll make sure she eats. Well, at least breakfast and dinner if I’ll be spending time with the Apples.” Spike commented, holding his graphic novel over his lap.

“Thank you, Spike,” Zevvahn nodded. “Well if that’s all, I best be going.” Potions didn’t brew themselves.

“Later.” Spike waved.

“Thanks, Doc.” Twi winked before he left.

The zebra shut the door.

“Soooo, Twi…” Spike started awkwardly.

“Hmmm?” Twi replied trotting over a little unsteadily.

“You… think you got another one in you?” Spike actually blushed.

Twi rolled her eyes then smirked at the dragon. “Please, think one was enough?”

“For you, no.” Spike chuckled.

“Need something to get you going partner?” Twi asked, turning around and lifting her tail. “Can’t leave my best dragon assistant stranded.”

“Well I don’t want you to feel like you ha-”

Twi’s horn lit.

“And we’re in business!”

Bloom was having a decent day so far. A lot of carting around barrel of apples. It was tiring work, but at least she could help out. She was resting and getting water on the porch of the house when.

“Bloom!” A happy voice called out.

The small mare turned and grinned. “Pinkie! What brings ya by?”

“You, actually!” The pink mare grinned as she swiftly trotted up.

Bloom blinked, a small blush grew on her cheeks. “O-oh? Me? Or do ya got somethin’ in yer sack there?”

“Yes!” Pinkie grinned as she shrugged the sack around to her front. “Now, go get something to write with, because I got stuff for you to write down.”

Bloom blinked, turned, disappeared into the house, and came back out a minute or two later with a pad of paper and a pen. “What’s up?”

“Okay.” Pinkie dipped her head into the sack and pulled out a potion. She let the mare take it. “Right. Ready?”

“Uh huh.” The small mare set the vial down and sat down so she could write properly.

“Okay. Here we go.” Pinkie took a breath. “Take this before bed. It works best on the Acres because of all the natural Earth Pony magic around, basically makes it work better. Keep it up for a month and you should be at least a teenager. Though, I’ll tell you now, it’s probably going to suck because literal growing pains. If you skip a day you’ll have to wait a bit to start it all over again. So don’t skip a day.”

“Don’t skip a day.” Bloom repeated, writing as she spoke.

“Kay. Got it?” Pinkie asked.

“Yep.” Bloom nodded.

“Repeat it back to me.” The pink mare nodded at the pad.

“Take before bed, the acres help it work better, growing pains, I should look like a teenager after a month, and NEVER skip a day.” Bloom rattled off.

“Fantastic!” Pinkie cried. “I am so happy for you!” The pink mare swept the smaller mare up in a hug.

“Bluh!” Bloom yelped out. “Thanks, but ya may wanna let me go. Ah’m all sweaty.”

“Pfft, it’s fine.” Pinkie grinned setting the mare down anyway. “If what I assume happens, happens, then I’ll be sucking Zevvie’s dick later anyway.”

Bloom blinked with a light blush. “What’s that got ta do with me bein’ sweaty?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to announce it- OH!” Pinkie gasped. “Of course! Zevvie was going to give Twi and Spike a checkup!”

“Oooookay… Wait, Spike too?” Bloom asked with a slightly deeper blush.

“Yep. Aaaaand I may have poked Zevvie to poke Spike about some things.” Pinkie winked.

“Kaaay? Like?” Bloom raised a brow.

“Oh, just maybe, subtly suggest Spike spend some time with you, or something to that effect.” Pinkie grinned.

The small mare’s eyes widened as her blush increased. “Oh, I-I don’t think Spike would actually be interested in me-”

“Nonsense.” Pinkie glared at Bloom. “Don’t say that. If you heard him the other day, then you’d know that he doesn’t think he’s any kind of catch either. What did he say… Right.” Pinkie hummed. “A short, tubby, dragon with two dicks, doesn’t have any chance with mares. That’s not what he said exactl-”

“T-two dicks…” Bloom gave a small gasp then violently shook her head. “No! That’s not true! I am all over that wonderful, sexy ball of dragon!”

“Oh?” Pinkie smiled knowingly. “Why’s that?”

“Because… he’s great. He’s funny, smart, kind… He sees me. Not filly-like me, but me. Ah-Ah think he gets it. The odd one out. The different. And… now that ya told me, two dicks ain’t bad. Ooooo Imma stretch myself tonight.” Bloom bit her lip and seemed to space out a moment.

“Well that’s something to file away for later once it’s needed.” Pinkie giggled. “Imma go see if Zevvie’s done.” Pinkie turned. “Remember, before bed.”

Bloom snapped out of it. “Ah’ll remember!”

“You better.” Pinkie paused, turned around and trotted back to the small mare. She leaned in by Bloom’s ear. “I wanna double-pen you when you’re properly grown up. If Zevvie and Spike are okay with it, of course.”

Bloom seemed to lock up as she fell back onto her haunches.

Pinkie pulled away with a grin. “See ya!”

“Zev…” Dash hovered over the zebra, who was clearly trying to work. “Zevvie.”

“Dash, I swear to the spirits, if you don’t leave me to brew this potion, I’ll hit you with a lust-draft and leave you tied to the bed for a week,” the zebra growled.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Dash smirked.

“Zevvie. I’m back. I’d say home, but I still live at the loft.” The voice of a pink mare called out, clearly rambling. “I-I’m not asking to move in or anything, this is still your house. But, it feels kinda home-y, ya know? Aaaand I just realised you might not be-” Pinkie’s head poked into the basement work room. “Oh good you are here. Hey Dashie- Wait… Dashie, are you pestering my coltfriend for dick?” The pink mare’s eyes narrowed.

“No….” Dash looked at the ceiling with a blush.

“Yes,” Zevvahn replied bluntly. “Pinkie, deal with her, please? I have a potion to brew for Twilight.”

“Rut this mare stupid, got it.” Pinkie stated, forcefully trotting in and grabbing the prismatic pegasus. Only to tug the mare out of the room.

“What- Hey!” Dash whined.

“Dashie, I’ve got a massive strap-on with your puss on it.” Pinkie snorted.

Zevvahn listened to the pair of mares leave for a moment, before turning back to his cauldron. Water, check. Ingredients for a thyroid problem, laid out. Hairs from Twilight, still in his bag. With everything ready, he started mixing the potion up.

Permanent cures via just zebra magic were nigh impossible. That’s why zebras as a whole used potions made with the right ingredients. It was all about finding meaning in the things you were using, activating their properties with magic...countering the negatives with different ingredients that still didn’t detract from the main purpose. It was an elegant balancing dance, a song that kept getting sung one verse at a time.

Zevvahn added the tail hairs last, and there was a purple puff of smoke ejected from the massive cauldron as the potion finished. He smiled and got a bottle from the desk nearby, scooping up some of the potion into it and corking it while it was still fresh. The rest he’d have to dump later, safely. It would only work for Twilight, after all, but it would be very effective on her.

“Pinkie! Pinks! That’s not gonna fit! It’s thicker tha- AH!”

“That doesn’t sound very optimistic Dashie.”

“O-Okay. Y-you were right. J-just- s-slowly… l-lemme adjust…”

...Pinkie could have her for the moment. The zebra started to lug his cauldron off the fire and towards a corner of the room. He’d had a disposal drain installed at the same time he had the water line added so he didn’t have to go to the river every time he wanted a fresh cauldron of water. The town was very fast at building these sorts of things, and worked around the tree roots to do it. With a heave, the leftover potion started to glug down towards the sewers, to be properly disposed of.

“P-Pinkie!”

“Dashie, you can stop pushing.”

“B-but I want it…”

“And I don’t want you to tear yourself in-”

“O-ooooooh… Yeeeeaaah….”

“I stand corrected. Ummm... want me to give you a moment before I do anything?”

“Y-Yeah. G-gonna need a sec to- unf- get- ah! -used to it.”

The cauldron was put back in place, and Zevvahn put the potion in his saddlebags. He’d deliver it later tonight, it needed to cool a bit, otherwise Twilight would burn her tongue. “Pinks, there’s a leash and collar in the dresser’s bottom drawer,” he called up the stairs. “Dash brought them over.”

“Oh!”

“Ah! P-Pinkie!”

“Walk with me doggy, get your collar.”

“Y-yes-”

“Do dogs talk?”

“W… Woof…”

“Good girl, now lemme put your collar on and… there we go! Who’s a good girl?!”

“W-woof! Yip!”

“Yes you are!”

Zevvahn rummaged around in his ingredient stock. Hmm...he could make a few fun potions, actually. He started up another brew, humming happily as he worked. In a few short minutes, he had a draft that was sure to make Dash sing...all he would have to do is add a tail hair to tune it to her for at least twice the potency. He scooped up the experiment into a bottle and started walking up the stairs.

“Are you my good girl?”

“W-wuff.”

Zevvahn walked up to his bedroom and took note of the scene playing out. Pinkie was on her hindlegs, a very thick, purple dragon dildo was burying itself into Dash. She also held a leash in a hoof. The leash lead to a collar around Dash’s neck. Dash had her front half down, and backside up, groaning as the pink mare behind her steadily bucked her hips into Dash’s flanks.

“Hey Pinks, pluck one of Dash’s tail hairs for me,” the zebra said, holding out the potion bottle. “Then I can finish this experiment.”

Pinkie looked over at Zevvahn. “Sure! Gimme a sec.” She reached out with a hoof as she slighly sped up her thrusts. She trailed a hair and plucked it out. “Here ya go.” She held it out.

Zevvahn took the hair and gingerly put it into the bottle, before holding it closed with a hoof and shaking the mixture up. Once it flashed light blue, he knew it was done, and the zebra walked around to Dash’s front. He held up the bottle and smirked at the mare. “This?” he said warningly. “This is that potion I told you about. It’ll do everything I threatened you with and more. I’d be surprised if you didn’t have a foal after this potion.”

“Z-Zev- Pinks-” Dash gasped. “G-give it to me…”

Zevvahn blinked before looking up at Pinkie. “Um. She seems...eager,” he noted.

Pinkie yanked out and ground the soaked dildo between Dash’s plot cheeks. “Well… Dashie, want us to double-team you?”

“Y-yes…” Dash squeaked out.

Zevvahn rolled his eyes and helped the mare sit up, sitting in front of her and holding the bottle up threateningly. “Last chance,” he warned. “You take this, you’re not going anywhere for a we-”

“Gimme.” Dash huffed as Pinkie started to push into Dash’s plothole. Zevvahn sighed, but tipped the concoction into Dash’s mouth.

“Now, you’re going to feel a burning sensation in your pussy,” he warned. “That’s normal, it’ll go away once I stuff you. The warmth in your womb? That’ll go away once I fill you with a foal or two. Maybe even three. But the fog in your mind...don’t worry about that. It’ll only be around for a week, making you into a perfect cock-hungry pet.”

Pinkie pushed in further as she hauled the pegasus up until the mare’s back hit Pinkie’s chest. “Atta girl.”

Dash was dripping. “Z-Zev. Z-Zev please…”

“Shh…” Zevvahn soothed, stroking her cheek with a hoof. “Breeding bitches don’t talk.”

He sidled up to being belly-to-belly with Dash, prodding his flared head at her lips. “Pinks, ease her down. We have some striped pegasi to make,” he said over Dash’s shoulder.

Pinkie eased the cyan mare down further onto her temporary dick, holding her chest with a hoof. Slowly his flare spread Dash’s lips. Once he felt the warmth around his cockhead, Zevvahn held Dash around the waist and thrust upwards.

There was a groaning, gasping, pant from between the pair. Zevvahn had only managed to get up to the ring, but held himself there for the moment. He leaned over Dash’s shoulder and pecked Pinkie on the lips, making her into the filling of a very lewd sandwich.

Pinkie, seemingly not content, pushed her head forward and feverishly kissed the stallion. Zevvahn returned the kisses and started thrusting up into Dash, eager to see how much she’d been stretching. It only took a little pushing, but she managed to take all of him, and he could feel the bulge coming out of her stomach pressing into his.

Zevvahn broke the kiss and looked at Pinkie with a smirk. “Pull out, Pinks,” he said. “I’m gonna put this mare under me and make sure she can’t entertain any notions of walking.”

“You got it.” Pinkie winked and slowly eased herself out of the mare. She backed away and started taking off the strap-on.

Zevvahn rolled Dash onto her back and loomed over her again, holding himself as deep inside her as he could go. “What’s your name?” he teased the mare as he held still for the moment.

“D-Dash…” Came a slightly hazy, and breathy reply. “N-no… B-breeding Mmmare.”

“Have you been a good girl?” Zevvahn asked, trailing along one of her wings with a hoof.

“Y-yes…” Dash shuddered under his touch.

“Then tell me one thing, little slut,” the zebra teased. “How many striped pegasi are you going to give your master?”

“Th-three! N-no Five! N-No T-Ten!” Dash babbled.

Zevvahn started to pull back slowly, making Dash whine at the emptiness...before he thrust forward in one fell swoop. “Your world is going to be my bedroom,” he teased her. “Your meals will be delivered by sucking them out of my cock. And you’re going to grow and give birth as many times as I see fit, little pegasi whore.”

“Y-yes M-master!” Dash cried out.

“Pinks, you might want to take Twilight’s potion to her and make sure she’s eating properly,” Zevvahn said, starting to set up a long, hard rhythm for Dash. “I’m going to be busy for the next week.”

“Gotcha Zevvie!” Pinkie trotted out of the room.

“Have fun~”

004 - This is good PR, right?

Author's Note

Kinks: Transformation central, Sub Dom switching on the drop of a hat, Dirty, dirty librarian fantasies

004 - This is good PR, right?

Turned out that Zevvahn’s potion had some unintended consequences. It was only an enhancer for what was already in Dash’s system...which may have been a mistake to give her in the first place.

“Zevv….” Dash groaned as she trotted in place. “Can you finish that later? It’s time for my daily... ehmm dose…”

“Almost…” the stallion hummed, putting one final ingredient in the cauldron. It let off a yellow puff of smoke before stilling. “There! Lower the heat and let it simmer all night,” he said, putting actions to word as he covered the cauldron, knocking the heat down to the lowest setting. “And that potion is finish-” he started to say, coming down off the stepladder.

Dash tackled him off the ladder. “Sorry! But this is kinda both our faults! And I’m sorry that Pinks has to work to keep up since, you know, I’m here daily.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure that if you get pregnant, you’ll slow down,” the zebra pointed out, squirming a little under the mare. “It’d probably help you flush the last of the potion out of your sys-”

Dash gasped. “P-pregnant?!”

“...What do you think will happen if you keep screwing me daily?” the zebra deadpanned.

Dash’s muzzle suddenly pressed into his. “You make a couple Heat-inducing potions and I’m going to go get Pinkie!”

“Brewed them during the week, not that you’d remember it,” the stallion said, pointing at one shelf with red potion bottles. “Made a dozen at Pinkie’s request.”

“Zevvie! Dashie! You haven’t started already ha- Ah!”

Zevvahn blinked. A Dash shaped cloud was slowly dissipating above him.

“Dashie what are you-”

“No time- Bed- NOW!”

There was a wooshing sound and a thud coming from the bedroom upstairs. And two potions from the shelf were missing.

...This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

“Zev! Help! I’m being molested by a prismatic pegasus!”

Whelp. Time to give the both of them a foal, then. Maybe a few, those things Dash had taken were potent.

“Come on Pinks, do you mind?”

“Y-you’re b-being a bit r-rough on the sensitive bi-”

“If you don’t cum when Zev thrusts in, then I’m not doing it right.”

“I-If you k-keep this u- Awwww…. Why’d you stop? Gah!”

“Keeping you right on the edge Pinks.”

Zevvahn pushed the door to his bedroom open and noticed Dash straddling Pinkie’s chest, with two potion bottles off to the side. Already drained. “So,” he said, looking at Dash. “I take it our pet has been acting up, Pinks?”

“Y-yep! She won’t let me cum!” Pinkie pouted at her zebra. “And she won’t let me return the favor either!”

“Well that’s easy to fix,” Zevvahn noted, sitting nearby. “Bitch, heel,” he commanded Dash. “Come lick your master’s shaft.”

Dash quivered for a moment then leapt off the pink mare like a cat and slowly stalked towards the zebra. Her irises actually grew as she neared. Her ears occasionally twitched, as she neared.

“Dash isn’t a dog, she’s a cat- Huuuuuuuu!” Pinkie gasped. “Zevvie! Can we turn Dash into cat? A Cat-Pony! Oh! We need Abyssinian fur! Abyss Dash Kitty!”

“I think I have some of that, actually,” the zebra blinked. “It’d be irreversible, you understand that, right?”

“Dash! Dashie!” No response. “Rainbow Radiance Dash!”

Dash blinked and whirled around. “What?!”

“Wanna be a half-cat, half-pony?” Pinkie grinned.

“Wut…” Dash blinked.

“You know, cat eyes, cat ears, paws, bi-pedal walking…” Pinkie giggled. “And I just thought about Dash waking up after it and she doesn’t know how to walk.”

Dash’s ear twitched. “Mmmmm…. Would it lower my sex drive at all? Well, like, after it already goes back to normal after I get pumped full of zebra spunk?”

“Actually, your sex drive would probably go up,” the zebra pointed out. “And Pinkie forgot about the multiple sets of breasts. Or how sensitive they are.”

“Two is still good!” Pinkie pointed at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to stuff your face between AbyssDash titties!”

“About as much as you would need to be pried out of them,” the zebra drawled.

“Fair, however, discussion to have during post-orgasm clarity.” Pinkie pointed out. “How’s the view from there?” She asked nodding towards Dash.

The pegasi’s hind end was straight up in the air, and her tail was lifted and wagging back and forth slowly.

“Oh, you know…” the zebra smirked, before pouncing and mounting Dash in one smooth motion. “Stuffed to the brim with good things~”

Dash gave a squeak before her front half slumped onto the floor. “Yeeeaaah… Rain on this fire…”

“Huh, haven’t heard Dash use any metaphors in awhile.” Pinkie blinked, sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading her hind legs. With a light hum, she started to rub herself with a hoof.

“Well she has been spending time around the rest of us a little more,” the stallion pointed out.

“True…” Pinkie nodded, biting her lip as she pressed down with her hoof.

“Zev, why aren’t you pounding my prismatic pony pussy and pumping plenty of potent zebra pudding?” Dahs complained shoving herself back into his hips.

“Maybe she’s been spending a little too much time with us.” Pinkie winced with a gasp and she ground against her hoof.

“Oh, that’s really simple,” Zev answered, stroking Rainbow’s mane with a hoof. “Tell me, pet. Who drank the Heat inducing potions?”

“M-Me…..” Dash groaned, grinding her plot into his hips. “I-I was going to have Pinkie drink one too, b-but… I… kinda want to get preggers so I calm down. At least for a little bit. Until I turn into a half-cat freak.”

“Aww, do you not like the idea of embracing your feline side?” Zevvahn cooed. “I promise, you’ll still be attractive. And you’ll keep your wings.” He slowly pulled back before filling the mare up again, just as slowly. “You’ll come to enjoy being my literal pet, my bed-pussy~”

“... Am I going to have to go to Rarity t-to get fitted for clothes?” Dash started to pant. “There’s a reason we’re four-legged. U-unless… you’d want me to go… bare?”

“Bold move, assuming you’re going anywhere~” the zebra teased. “But yes, you’ll have no need of clothes, miss Dash. It’d just get ripped off of you anyways when I take you~”

“O-oh f-fuuuuck~” Dash whined loudly. “Bare breasts and puss, probably a pun for the future, shouldn’t sound appealing.” She groaned as she rocked against him. “M-make you a d-deal… I get the week for work or whatever needs done. A-and I’m yours, both of yours for the weekend.”

“You mean what I do anyway?” Pinkie asked. “I mean, I come over here after work anyway, but I do like spending the weekend with my coltfriend. Oh, Zevvie on that note. Idea.”

“Hmm?” the zebra looked up from Dash and raised an eyebrow at Pinkie. “What did you have in mind, my dear?”

“You know those wonderful neck rings that zebras always wear?” Pinkie slid off the bed and sat in front of the pegasus. Who immediately nuzzled her face into the mare’s crotch. “Oh! Good Dashie~” She groaned. “So, what if, you make some of those neck rings and whoever wears them will pretty much have access to you, or your dick, as the case may be. So far that would be… Me, obviously, Dashie, because she’s our pet, and Twi, because I know you’ve been going to see her to get sucked off, not that I mind. She’s got a talented mouth.” Pinkie paused to put her hooves on the prismatic mare’s head. “M-Maybe AJ if she’s okay with it, I’ve always seen AJ as not minding having casual sex, but only getting into a real relationship with one pony. Thus, Dash and her fuck, but that’s it. Bloom’s also a maybe, still want to get her and Spike together. It’ll be up to them whether they’d want to join, and/or be open with their relationship in regards to this little thing.”

“Mmmmph? What about Rarity?” Dash asked, temporarily pulling herself off of the mare’s love hole.

“Rarity still hasn’t apologised and giggles when I bring up Zevvie and me.” Pinkie’s eye twitched as she roughly shoved the mare’s face back into her crotch.

“Huh, so basically a club where the membership is easily seen,” the zebra mused. “I mean, I guess that’s okay? It’s not like you’d just be handing them out in public.”

“Pffft, please. Fuck no.” Pinkie huffed a laugh. “Oh and you could enchant them to make them identifiable from a fake, but also maybe throw in an enchant so that the wearer won’t get pregnant from you?”

“...If I did that, now, then Dash could fuck me all night-” the zebra started to point out.

Pinkie gasped as Dash tugged her head away. “Don’t. You. FUCKING! DARE!” She slammed her plot into him hard enough to make him wince as her head lashed down into the pink mare, who immediately started squirming and moaning. She may have been in the middle, but she was taking control. Her flank pounded a fast and hard rhythm into the zebra’s hips.

“-fucking Tartarus!” the zebra hissed. “And yeah, if I did that now, she’d not get pregnant even after inducing her Heat twice over. Plus, what if the mare wants to get pregnant?”

“S-s-sim-ple… -f-fucking- D-Dashie- J-ust m-make a p-potion that- -There! There Dashie- Right- th-that temp-porarily counters th-the rings eff-ffects…” Pinkie somehow managed to speak mostly clearly as she squirmed in the prismatic mare’s grip. Cyan hooves gripped her waist like a vice and the mare’s tongue was doing thing that even Zevvahn’s talented tongue was incapable of.

“Counter...offer,” Zevvahn huffed. “Backdoor in the enchantment. If the mare...wants to get pregnant, it turns off the conception protection.” The cyan plot slammed into his backside and ground against his hips. He could feel the scorching heat against his balls.

“B-better.” Pinkie squeaked a loud whine. “Z-Zevvie- An-another idea.”

“W-What?” the stallion moaned.

“M-Maybe l-let D-Dashie have con- control l-like this once- in- Fuuuuuck~ in a-wh-awhile.” Pinkie gasped out bucking her hips into the mare’s mouth. “F-fuck- Zev- Dash- G-gonna-”

Dash yanked her head away, just as Pinkie’s hips bucked in the air, spraying marecum onto the pegasi’s face.

“Well, she only...gets like this...when she’s...heated,” the stallion pointed out. “So...maybe,” he admitted. “Fucking...Dash, you’re about to be-”

With a shove, Dash forced him off his hooves. He landed on his back and she whirled around, still on his member. She roughly brought herself up to his flare then dropped herself onto his hips with a loud, wet slap.

That did it. Zevvahn bucked up into Dash and let loose with his load, injecting Dash with enough cum to make her swell slightly. There was no way she was walking out of this without a foal. And with a rough, grunting groan, she clamped down on his cock. Her whole body seemed to vibrate as the mare cried out, soaking the zebra’s waist.

“...fucking Tartarus, Dash,” Zevvahn chuckled, lying limp on the floor. “Had...enough?”

“Think… so…” The mare tettered, then flopped onto his chest. “Sorry… we made… a mess.”

“Yeah, well...with two Heat inducers, I think you’ll be looking at triplets,” the stallion pointed out.

“Yay…. triplets…. Ponibras… Zebronies… Whatever…” Dash cheered weakly.

“Mm,” Zevvahn ran his hooves over Dash’s back. “So, about that idea Pinkie had about turning you into an Abyssian…”

“I’d get paw-hand-things right?” Dash mumbled, shifting so her chin was on his chest. “And boobs, boobs always looked good on female Diamond Dogs.”

“And you’d get to show off how skilled I am at potion making all the time,” the zebra teased.

“Walking on two legs would be weird. Then again, I’d be taller.” Dash mused aloud. “Would it be like a one-and-done potion, a bath, and over-night process?” She hummed, looking at him. “And I’d still be able to do my job and wander around with little issue right?”

“Yeah, it should be an overnight thing,” the stallion nodded. “And you’d only need to take one potion, too. And of course I wouldn’t take your wings. I don’t know about the ‘little issue’ part, I don’t know the climate of your town towards other species. I certainly haven’t gotten any negative comments.”

“Meh… Wouldn’t probably see any extreme reactions until after.” Dash half-heartedly shrugged.

“True enough,” Zevvahn nodded. “So, still want to do it? Not going to force a potion down your throat, but if you do decide to take it, I’m keeping you here tonight for observation in the morning.”

“Big… decision… Dashie…” Pinkie groaned out as she’d finally come to. “You might wanna-”

“I’ll do it.” Dash chuckled with a small smirk.

“Or don’t think.” Pinkie grumbled.

“Okay then, step one, get off me,” the stallion grunted with his own smirk. “Step two, have Pinks eat you out while I go make your potion.”

Dash grunted as she pushed herself up and off him. “Pinks.”

“Mmmm.” Pinkie half-heartedly responded.

“Want some pie?” Dash asked, trotting over.

“Oh, very fu- mmph!”

Zevvahn left the two mares to enjoy each other while he went over the list of things he’d need. He paused for a moment, snatching a feather from Dash’s wing and smiling at her when she looked at him for an explanation. He’d not done this before, but in theory it wasn’t that hard. Complete transformations were harder. He was aiming to botch this one so she could keep her wings.

Dash woke slowly. She was a little out of sorts for a moment, yet in the wake-up fog, she remembered the previous night.

And the potion.

She slowly opened her eyes. She didn’t feel any different. At least, she didn’t think so. Yawning, she rolled over, and slid her legs out of bed. With a pair of clops, her hooves hit the wooden floor. With another sleepy yawn, she trotted towards the bathroom.

She was jogged into more wakefulness as her head bumped into the doorway to the bathroom. Shaking her head, and rubbing her head with a paw, she stooped down a bit, ducked under the doorway… and noticed that the sink and mirror were made for a shorter pony. She squatted a little and looked in the mirror.

Clearly, her face was still pony, with the exception for the fluffy cyan cat ears and the slit magenta eyes. Beyond her head… that’s when things deviated a bit. Her torso was thin, yet kept her toned figure from her proper pony body. Two perky breasts, that appeared to be on the smaller side, made up her chest. Her shoulders gave way to slender arms ending in four fingered paws. Though her forearms and paws were a tad fluffier than the rest of her coat. Her wings appeared bigger, seemly sized up to allow her to still fly. Her legs seemed to be more toned than her arms. Her thighs were toned and firm, and her backside was firm but was plump enough to have a tiny bit of a jiggle. Her legs were double-jointed, ending in her “normal” hooves. Between her legs was a slightly puffy pair of petals with a small button just poking out. Her tail popped out just above her backside and seemed to flow quite nicely.

If Dash didn’t know any better, she’d say she was hot. She smirked and started posing, as much as she could while hunching over, in the mirror. Giggling, she took a step- and slammed her forehead into the doorway again. With a pained yelp she tumbled back into the room in a pile of limbs.

“Ugh….” She groaned, shaking her head as she tried to move into a sitting position.

“Whu...oh right. Dash, how you doing?” the stallion moaned from the bed, rolling over and finding himself tangled in pink limbs.

“M’tall… This place... ins’t tall pony accessible…” She grumbled hazily as she shakily got back to her two hooves.

Zevvahn managed to extract himself from Pinkie and looked Dash over. “Huh,” he said with a smile and a blush. “Well, you turned out smoking hot, and a perfect blend of the two races. But how does it feel?”

“I feel fine, minus the headache.” She rubbed her head with a paw. “Nothing out of the ordinary I guess. I mean, I don’t feel sex-crazed like yesterday, but maybe that’ll show up later? Maybe it’s an evening horniness thing? Abyssinian’s don’t have Heat Cycles if I remember Twi right. So….” She shrugged. “Also I’m trying not to actively think about any movement stuff, I feel like if I do, I’m going to notice it, and then I’ll probably trip or something.”

“Probably a good idea,” the stallion admitted. “Also, I threw in a contraceptive in the mix just to make sure you wouldn’t have a foal harmed by the transformation process.”

“So…. I spend the day getting used to being the new me?” Dash asked, raising a brow as her ears pinned back a bit.

“That’s the idea, and if anypony asks what happened, tell them you wanted it and I made it happen for you,” the zebra nodded. “Best advertising possible, I think.”

“Zev, are you trying to give people the option of become pony-insert-race-here hybrids?” Dash asked, narrowing her eyes as her irises grew a bit.

“No!” the stallion replied. “I just think that my alchemy could use some positive press. Yours is a special case.”

“Mmmmm, well you are a genius, alchemist, super-stud, Leyline Walker.” Dash shrugged.

“And we have no advertising to that fact,” the stallion nodded.

“And you have to make some good bits somehow.” Dash nodded. “Wait, should I pay you? I feel like I should pay you.”

“Dash, I already take payment out of your flank,” the stallion noted dryly.

“Valid.” Dash shrugged. “Should I find something to wrap myself in? I’m a bit exposed.” She looked down at herself. “I am a little surprised my tits aren’t bigger, but then against they might be small so they don’t drag when flying.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have more, I don’t think I’ve seen an Abyssian female with fewer than four nipples,” Zevvahn pointed out.

“Well ponies only have two. Actually, I’m surprised you haven’t been playing with Pinkies crotch-boobs more often.” Dash pointed at the still snoozing mare.

“She’s more of one to make me fill her with cream than anything else,” the stallion pointed out.

“Valid.” Dash nodded, stepping over to sit down on the bed next to the stallion. She reached out and scratched behind one of the zebra’s ears. Immediately, Zevvahn’s right rear leg started twitching. She hummed and scratched a little harder.

“Oh fuuuuck that feels good,” the zebra moaned, leaning into the headscratches.

Dash suddenly stopped. She picked him up and laid him in her lap. With one hand, she returned to headscratches, with the other she rubbed his belly. “Who’s a good Zev?”

“I aaaaam,” the zebra moaned, before his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“And who’s a sexy little stallion?” She grinned and her paw slid down to cup his balls.

“Oooooh...is it me?” he asked, looking up at her. His flared head peeked out of its sheath at the attention.

“Yes it is.” Her claws lightly scratched at the backs of his ears. Her other paw rubbed up and over his flare. Then slowly wrapped around the growing shaft. “Wanna pawjob you sexy zebra.”

“That would be an excellent start to the day,” the zebra admitted. “But if we start with sex, it’ll devolve into us sexing up your new body in every way possible and you’ll never get out there.”

“Counter offer.” Dash started to stroke. “I make you blow your load, then you can do me in any way you want.”

“Well I never actually did fuck an Abyssian,” the zebra mused. “But still, if you start like this, then you’re going to wake Pinkie up and then we’ll all spend all day in here screwing you.”

“And that’s bad why?” Dash started to stroke.

“You won’t get to show off, I have potions to brew, you know, little things,” the stallion tried to hold back a moan and mostly succeeded.

“Or, I stroke you off, wake up Pinkie, and throw you to her. At least, she has a sense of self-control that seems to lack when there’s three of us.” She grinned down at him, squeezing the base of his shaft.

“Daaaash, are you sure your sex drive isn’t kicking in?” Zevvahn posed.

“Mmmmm… Maybe. Ya know, just in case.” She picked him up out of her lap and set him next to Pinkie. Then she shook the mare.

“B’waaa?” The mare snorted sleepily as her head popped up. She looked around and blinked stupidly, before her eyes fell on the altered mare.
“Oh, hey… Dashie, y’look great.”

“Thanks.” Dash grinned. “Wanna tend to your horny coltfriend. Which is entirely my fault.”

Pinkie blinked, shook herself and seemingly was fully awake. Her eyes fell on the pained expression and throbbing shaft of her coltfriend. “Oooooo! Already warmed up!”

The pink mare pounced as Dash got up. She walked out of the room slowly, then paused before the stairs. She put a paw to the wall and slowly took each step one by one, she didn’t want to think too hard about it lest-

With a yelp she slipped on the second-to-last step and landed shoulder-first with a thud. “I’m good!” She called out just in case. Getting up, she made for the door, then paused. Humming, she walked over to the closet near the door and…

Furnished herself in a large grey cloak. It was the best thing she could think of and it covered most of her. Yes, it did cover her wings as well, but it would probably be best to actually get used to walking on two legs before attempting flying. It also covered most of her legs, so she should be fine. Though the material was a bit rough on her chest. That’d need to be fixed.

With a breath, she opened the door and walked out to face the town.

Only to find it was just after dawn and that there were very few ponies out. Maybe this would work in her favor?

She stepped out shut the door and just started walking. She really didn’t know where she was heading yet, but she could use the new body practice.

Rarity wouldn’t be open for awhile, it, thankfully, wasn’t her day for cloud duty, and she didn’t quite feel like going to wake up Shy. Thus Dash found herself at Twilight’s. Remembering what Spike liked to say, she walked right in.

“Twi?” She called out. “I’ve got a bit of a surprise…”

No response from the mostly quiet library. Though there were familiar noises coming from the loft. A smirk crossed her cheeks the same time a blush did. The catmare walked to the stairs, grabbed the railing just in case, and made her way upstairs. She heard the telltale sounds of a mare in the depths of getting herself off. The door to Twi’s room was open a crack, and Dash couldn’t really help slowly stepping closer to see how her friend made do.

Dash’s eyes widened.

A violet glow lit the room. The source of which was a purple unicorn’s horn. Twilight was magically holding herself spread-eagled, as a rather thick, black dildo held in another magical glow was repeated pounded into her spread mare pussy. Twilight was moaning, loud.

“Zevvahn!” She cried out, tanking the dildo out.

Dash actually deadpanned, though her loins started to ache. “Of course.” Dash sighed quietly.

“Pinkie!” The unicorn cried, slamming it back in.

Okay, slightly less expected.

“Dashie!” The mare bucked her hips as the dildo ground inside her then yanked out suddenly.

Dash blinked as she blushed. Okay. She didn’t expect that. She was sorely- Fuck it.

Dash pushed the door in. “You called Twi?”

Twi’s eyes snapped open. “Dash-”

The dildo fell to the floor as all the magic cut out. Twi stared at Dash.

Dash stared back. “Have fun? Hey, how do I look?”

“Dash?” Twi blinked slowly.

“Yep!” Dash grinned, striking a pose. A thought came to her mind and she whipped the cloak off with a flourish, tossed it to the side and struck another pose. “How do I look?”

“What happened to you?!” Twi gasped as she rolled off the bed and trotted towards the catmare.

“Zev made a potion. I took it. Now I’m hot.” Dash grinned. Her smile faltered. “I’m hot right?”

“You’re a…” Twi’s horn lit and Dash felt a brief tingle. “Abyssinian/Pony hybrid!” She gasped. “A perfect hybrid! Zevvahn did this?!” Twi stared wide-eyed and starting trotting circles around the mare. “This is incredible!”

“I know I am.” Dash puffed up a bit.

“I mean, I guessed Alchemists were capable of some amazing things but… this!” Twi reared up, putting her forelegs on Dash’s stomach as she stared into Dash’s eyes.

“Twi, little uncomfortable.” Dash said with a weak smile.

“Oh! Right! Sorry.” The unicorn dropped to the floor with an embarrassed smile and a blush.

“It’s cool. Ummm sorry I interrupted your-”

“Oh it’s fine!” Twi blushed. “Just my morning… ummm…”

“Relief?” Dash chuckled with a raised brow.

“Yeah…” Twi scuffed the ground with a hoof and looked away.

“Wanna finish?” Dash asked.

Twi jumped and stared wide-eyed at the catmare. “What?!”

“Well, you were clearly really getting into it.” Dash reached out and poked her nose.

Twi’s eyes went cross-eyed and she snorted. “But… You’re here.”

“And I’m pretty sure you screamed my name.” Dash smirked down at the unicorn.

“W-well…”

“You fantasize about others a lot?” Dash slowly knelt to be eye level.

“Y-yeah…” Twi met her eyes and blushed.

“Me?” Dash leaned in.

“Uh… uh huh.” Twi nodded with a small squeak.

“At a loss for words Twi?” Dash said softly into the mare’s ear.

“Mmmmhmmm….” The mare hummed out.

“Twi, want me to get you off?” Dash nipped an ear with a fang.

Twi groaned. “Y-yes…”

Immediately, Dash picked up the mare and walked over to the bed. She sat down and plopped the mare’s flank in her lap.

“Now, Twi, I haven’t used these for much yet.” Dash flexed her paws in front of the mare’s face, causing Twi to shudder. “But, I think soakin’ ‘em inside you would be a great way to break them in.”

“O-oh gosh…” Twi mumbled leaning back and resting her head between the catmare’s breasts.

Dash used a paw to spread Twi’s legs then snaked another down her stomach and rubbed over the unicorn’s soaked marehood. She felt Twi’s clit wink out against her paw.

“Oh Twi, you are dripping.” Dash teased, causing the purple mare to shrink against the pegacat.

“D-don’t say th-that… It’s s-so lewd…” Twi moaned a whine.

“What, does me talking dirty do it for you?” Dash rested her chin on the top of Twi’s head.

“M-maybe…” Twi mumbled then gasped as the paw rubbed over her sensitive petals.

“Want me to keep talking?” Dash chuckled.

“P-Please…” Twi squeaked.

“Twi are you secretly a dirty girl?” Dash asked, pressing the soft pads of her paws into the mare’s lips.

“Mmmm… n-no…” Twi mumbled.

“And yet, you magically bondaged yourself and you were pounding your puss like a machine…” Dash hummed, lightly starting to rub her pads back and forth.

“I-I… I-I’m…” Twi gasped lightly. “M’ a bad girl…”

“Yes you are.” Dash continued to rub. “Wanna be my bad girl?”

“Y-yes…” Twi moaned softly.

“Have you had dirty thoughts about me?” Dash continued her slow torturous rubbing.

“Y-Yes…”

“Tell me…” She whispered in the mare’s ear.

“W-what?” Twi started to squirm in her grip.

“Twi, tell me your fantasies.” Dash hummed, nipping her ear.

“W-well… Th-they’re p-pretty b-basic…” Twi let out a whine.

“Tell me anyway.” Dash lightly licked her cheek.

“O-okay…” Twi took a shaky breath. “I-I’m alone a-at night, a-and you come through my w-window.” She gasped as a pad brushed over her winking button. “Y-you don’t s-say anything. You j-just pin me to the ground… a-and…”

“And?” Dash murmured.

“Y-you, press y-your m-marehood t-to mine and r-roughly trib me.” Twi managed, her face a bright pink.

“Want that to happen some night Twi?” Dash asked, brushing against her button yet again.

“Y-Yesss…” Twi moaned.

“You know. I could get Zev to make something, maybe an artificial Heat potion.” Dash hummed. “Just think, I bust in, pin you down, force a potion down your throat, and I turn you into my personal fuckmare for the night.”

“W-wait… h-he has.. P-potions-”

“He turned me into this Twilly.” Dash hummed, nipping her ear. “Hell, I’d be pregnant a few times over were it not for the contraceptive he gave me the other night.”

“O-Oh….” Twi moaned louder.

“Twilly, want to amend that fantasy?” Dash murmured, finally spreading the mare’s petals.

Twi gasped. “Y-yes!”

“Tell me, clearly, what you want me to do.” Dash instructed.

“O-Okay! Y-yes D-dash!” Twi gasped and tried to get her shaking and breathing under control. “You come through my- No, you bust through my window like the animal you are. You pick me up and pin me dow- Ah!”

Dash roughly picked her up and slammed her onto the floor, holding her down with a paw as she knelt over her, almost straddling her. “And?”

“Y-you kiss me-”

Dash swept in and mashed her lips to the mare’s roughly, holding the kiss long enough to feel the mare’s moaning whine. She broke the kiss. “And?”

“Y-you t-take a paw and f-fuck me- Oh Celestia!”

Dash spread her lips with two fingers and shoved her third in roughly.

“Y-you p-paw me u-until I-I’m nice a-and slick.”

Dash made sure to grind her soaked pad over the mare’s button as she pulled her paw back.

“Th-then you fuck m-me with a d-dildo-”

Dash leaned back and pawed around until she grabbed the dildo behind her. She brought it back forward and slowly pushed it into her mouth. She bobbed her head, making sure to never leave Twi’s gaze, then pulled it out. A string of saliva linked the freshly lubed toy to the pegacat’s mouth.

“O-Oh… D-Dash... “ Twi shuddered.

“What do I do with it again?” Dash asked.

“Th-then… you f-fuck me with it… U-until I-I c-cum all over the floor.” Twi’s hind legs twitched.

Dash slowly brought it down, pressed it into the mare’s lips, then smirked.

“D-Daaaash… Pleeea-” Her whine turned into a yelp as the pegacat pushed the toy all the way in, until the paw holding the base, slapped against the mare’s wildly winking button.

“Hard?” Dash asked though it wasn’t a question.

Twi made it halfway through nodding before Dash yanked out and pushed back in with a louder slap of paw on flesh.

Twi cried out as Dash started to almost violently repeat her motions.

“D-Dash- A-almost- Was already- Dash!” Twi cried out, her hips bucking wilding into the pegacat’s toying. “G-gonna-”

Dash yanked the toy out, dropped it, grabbed the mare by her thighs, hauled her up, and then proceeded to shove her tongue into the unicorn.

Twi’s eyes widened to dinner plates. Her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Her whole body locked up.

Like cresting a wave, Twilight Sparkle screamed as her whole body seized. Marecum sprayed Dash’s face until the pegacat clamped her mouth over the mare’s pussy and started to drink.

Twilight’s shaking slowly subsided until she went limp in the pegacat’s hold. Slowly she was shifted until the pair were spooning on the floor.

“How was that Twi?” Dash asked.

“B-better than I could’ve dreamed…” The hoarse-voiced mare managed to get out.

“Good start to the day?” Dash asked.

“T-the best…” Twi nodded. “Though, now I want to go back to bed.”

“Then we can restart the day later.” Dash chuckled, holding the mare.

“O-Oh… Well I wouldn’t mind that…” Twi blushed.

“Though, when you wake up, remind me that I should tell you about Zev and Pink’s little plan.”

Scootaloo knocked on the door to the strange treehouse. She was sure she’d seen Rainbow Dash come here every single evening for the last week. No, two weeks!

If she was right, this was the guy that had started AB growing again. And was the guy that had convinced Spike to start working at Sweet Apple Acres.

The smallwinged pegasus set her jaw.

She needed answers.

An orange hoof knocked.

“Hey! Witch-Doctor! I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”

“Door’s open, I haven’t got specific appointment dates or anything,” a voice from inside called back.

The pegasus pushed the door open and looked around. No zebra in sight. “Where are you?”

“Downstairs, brewing up some replacement potions,” the voice said again. “Honestly, it’s the place with the best drainage for when I’m done.”

Scootaloo perked her ears up and trotted towards the source.

Down the stairs she went until she saw a huge, round room. Shelves decorated the sides and glowing potions of all sorts of colors laid upon them, tempting and tantalizing with their possibilities. Surprisingly, there were few masks, like Zecora had around her home. But that was immediately rectified by the zebra standing over the cauldron.

He wasn’t as big as, say, Big Mac, but his body wasn’t scrawny either. It seemed to be well-muscled, the result of a long time journeying and adventuring. The traditional black and white stripes ran across his body and through his mowhawk of a mane. His vibrant golden eyes were looking over her body, and his mark...she couldn’t see it from here. It looked something like a river.

Suddenly the zebra made a disapproving noise. “That,” he said, pointing at her wings, “Is something we’re going to have to fix.”

“You’re Zevvahn?” Scootaloo asked. “You don’t look that special.”

“And you look like a pegasus with a wing problem,” the stallion said. “I just got done with one potion, so my cauldron is empty, and I think I can help you.” He seemed to mull something over for a moment. “Underground...got sea salt, you’re a pegasus...yeah, I can help,” he nodded. “Okay. This is going to be involved, and I’m going to say a few things that I won’t be able to remember entirely. I suggest you don’t try to remind me, either. Ancient Zebrican is not meant to be written down or even pinned down.”

“Wait. Hol’ up.” Scootaloo blinked, trotting up. “You’re going to do what for me?”

“Ancient Zebrican ritual to help fix what’s wrong with you,” the zebra said, pulling on a cord to fill up his cauldron with water. “Because I can all but see it in your magic, it’s malformed and harmed you through your life.” Once the cauldron was two-third’s full, he let go of the cord and hopped off his stepladder, heading for a nearby shelf. “Where is the...sea salt, got it. Oooh, fireblossom from the Dragonlands, that could work too. Smokey quartz, nice. Okay, ingredients gotten.” He trotted back to the stool and looked at Scootaloo. “Ready?”

“For… what?” The mare blinked.

“Well, if it works on a non-zebra the way it works on a zebra, it should force a reset of your magic, adapt your body to your new, healthy core, and fix your wing problem,” the zebra explained. “Kinda rare amongst even Zebras, cause you need a balance of the elements to pull it off.”

“And I need to do… what?” She asked.

“Wait for me to throw in the other ingredients, then take a bath in the cauldron while I do spooky ancient zebra chanting,” the stallion explained. “Again, don’t listen, not meant for normal ears. Just focus on the feeling of the magic interacting with you.”

She blinked. “Kay.” She trotted over to the cauldron and climbed up. “Bwa!” Then fell in.

“...Well, I guess that works too,” the zebra rolled his eyes. Then they kept rolling up into the back of his head. Only the whites were showing as he started chanting. Scootaloo swore she could almost make out the meaning behind the words as the other ingredients started to fill the cauldron with her. Snippets of conversation between himself and...something else.

Something about Earth, Fire, Water...giving Air a gift. Restoring what was taken. And the really weird thing was, she couldn’t feel the other ingredients after a moment. Once they were submerged in the cauldron and he’d chanted, they just...disappeared. And made her feel tingly all over.

She relaxed, feeling a warmth in her core. A warmth that grew into a tingling like static. This too grew, like lightning in her veins.

The chanting grew louder. It was no longer the zebra asking. It was him demanding that justice be done. The water started to bubble and froth. There was a flash of light and sound and heat and-

And the cauldron was broken. Zevvahn was slumped against the side of the basement, his head lolled to one side, clearly knocked out from what he’d done.

A bright orange hoof took a step. Static crackled around it.

Dash was… happy but exhausted. Exhappy? No. Happausted? Not that either. She should just let Pinkie come up with the names.

As she walked back to Zev’s she sighed. She’d need a shower, and maybe she’d need to apologise for stealing Zev’s cloak. She could see Rarity after a nice relaxing-

Thunder rumbled through the air.

Dash jumped.

The day was clear. There wasn’t a cloud in the-

A whistling filled her ears, followed by another rumble of thunder.

What looked like a streak of black storm clouds shot through the sky. Only for it to arc around directly towards her. Dash yelped as something slammed into the ground in front of her, surrounded by the angry, swirling clouds crackling with lightning.

The clouds suddenly slowed, shifting to a calm white. Then they simply floated away.

Dash blinked at what was revealed.

It was a pegasus. But a pegasus like none she’d ever seen. It was a mare, clearly the height of Princess Celestia at least. She was sleek, immaculately toned, as if she was the perfect pegasus. Her coat was a burnt orange like the evening sky. A pair of massive wings were folded at her sides. Jagged black marks shaped like lightning coiled around each leg and met in a lightning burst symbol on her chest. The mare’s mane and tail flowed softly like clouds wafting across the sky, and were a deep purple with a streak of white running through the center of each. The mare’s eyes were an electric blue and Dash swore she saw static crackling around her eyes.

The giant of a pegasus blinked at Dash.

Dash blinked at the mare.

“Rainbow Dash?” The mare asked, looking very confused.

“S-Scootaloo?!” Dash’s jaw dropped.

“What happened to you?!” They cried in unison pointing a hoof and paw at each other respectively.

“I went to see Zevvahn/Zevvahn gave me a potion.” The continued in unison.

“Oh…” Both nodded.

“Sooo…. You’re a…” Scootaloo gestured for Dash to explain.

“Ummm Pegacat sounds the best.” Dash shrugged. “And you…”

“I think I’m some Ancient Pegasi Sky Goddess.” Scootaloo said with an embarrassed smile. “See?” She looked up at the sky, the symbols covering her legs and chest glowed a blue-white, her mane whipped like it became a storm, and her eyes glowed a solid white. Instantly clouds formed overhead. Then it disappeared just as fast when Scootaloo returned to normal.

“Uh huh.” Dash nodded slowly. “You know, sometimes I feel like Zev just throws things together just to see what happens. I know it’s much more scientific, with measurements and stuff, but yeah….”

“You would know.” Scootaloo shrugged. “You try to fly yet?”

“Scoots, I’m just trying to master walking on two legs.” Dash chuckled.

“Welll….” Scootaloo opened her wings fully. Her wingspan almost took up the entire road.

“Well now I just feel emaresculated.” Dash said with a blush and a pout.

“Wanna ride?” Scootaloo grinned, kneeling so Dash could get on.

“I’ve… never done anything like this.” Dash walked over and climbed on behind the massive wings.

“And I’ve never properly flew before today, so let’s do this!” Scootaloo stood tall and flapped her wings.

“ScootswaitI’mnotactuallyholdingAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Dash screamed as the mare shot off into the air and was immediately engulfed in black clouds.

“Never again….” Dash said, curled up like a ball on Zevvahn’s bed, as she rocked back and forth.

“I… may have over did it?” Scootaloo said with a weak smile as she laid behind the catmare like a mother hen around her flock.

“Well, I’m still happy for both of you.” Pinkie grinned, stroking the still out zebra in her lap. “He’ll be out for awhile, not the first time he’s blown himself up.” She giggled.

“Say…” Scootaloo began. “Think there’s a way I could thank him?”

“Well….” Pinkie giggled. “I know one surefire way.”

Dash seemed to snap out of it. “Hey! I won’t have Scoots fuck Zev just as a thank you-”

“That’s a great idea!” Scootaloo gasped happily.

Dash winced and turned around. “Scoots, you’re like a sister to me. I don’t want to feel like you have to bang him just because-”

She was cut off as the larger mare kissed the pegacat. Dash shivered like she received a static shock. As the mare pulled away static crackled between their lips.

Scootaloo smiled at the smaller catmare. “So what if I think of you as a sister, Oni-chan?” She smirked. “Senpai didn’t notice me, so I became Senpai.”

“P-Pinkie, translation, I don’t read manga.” Dash asked, never taking her wide eyes away from the mare staring sultry bedroom eyes at her.

“Wincest.” Pinkie replied. “Implied, metaphorical wincest, since there’s no blood relation, but still wincest.”

“Kay… I mean… There are weirder taboos, like… I’m pretty sure your family would flip if they knew you were fucking a zebra-”

Pinkie gasped. “Oh my Scootaloo! I need to have Zevvie meet my family!”

“And I need to come up with a better name.” Scootaloo tapped her chin. “Scootaloo, the Storm Goddess doesn’t really invoke awe.”

“Scoots- No- Pinkie- I was just saying that that was a bad idea.” Dash turned around to glare at the pink mare.

“Well, if dad decides to be a racist shitbag than we can just leave.” Pinkie replied before her face got almost scary serious. “And if he’s done anything to mom or my sisters, I will rip him a new plothole!”

“Well good, but…” Dash sighed, then facepawed. “I’m glad I could help…”

“Oh!” Pinkie grabbed the two’s attention. She softly pushed the stallion onto the bed, rolled off the bed, then trotted over to the dressed. She reached in and pulled some things out. They glinted in the light, before the mare tossed two onto the bed.

They were neck rings.

“Oooooo!” Dash suddenly perked up, picking one up. Scootaloo examined the other one.

“I found his extra neck rings.” Pinkie grinned, slipping one on herself, then trotting back over.

“Say Scootaloo, there’s something I think you might wanna know about…”

005 - Ponies are fickle creatures

Author's Note

Kinks: Domination Pie, Tongue-lashing, Species-shifting, Gender-shifting, Copious amounts of dragon sperm, and cosplaying as zebras.

Yes, this story definitely went off the rails, but it's too much fun to write something that went this nuts.

005 - Ponies are fickle creatures

Rarity was quite the curious mare. A particular fashion choice had popped up around town. Mostly involving her friends. Twilight, Rainbow Dash (now a much more luxurious catpony), Pinkie Pie (the dear who thought she could claim such a wonderful stallion), Scootaloo (who wanted to called Vulturnia for some reason), Apple Bloom (who had a peculiar growth spurt all of a sudden), and even Spike (who was starting to shape up quite a bit. He was almost attractive.), were all wearing these wonderful golden rings around their necks.

Thus, if her friends were doing it, so would she.

It took awhile, but she created her own and was now proudly wearing it around town.

“Rares!” Applejack called out from her stand.

“Darling! Good to see you!” Rarity called out, approaching the stand.

“So I see ya made up with Pinkie.” The Apple mare smiled.

“Whatever do you mean darling?” The white mare blinked.

“That ring. Ya had to have made up with her to get it.” Applejack pointed to her neck.

“Oh-ho, no darling. I made it. Nice, don’t you think?” Rarity said with a titter.

AJ’s demeanor instantly changed. “Rares. Ya need ta take that off.”

“Why darling, I just wanted to be part of the new fashion trend.” Rarity giggled.

“Rarity, trust me, that’s not a trend and all yer gonna do is tick some ponies off.” AJ warned.

“Oh pfft, like you would-”

“Rarity?”

Rarity turned only to see Spike and Apple Bloom.

Gone was the tubby ball of dragon. The dragon was taller and sleeker, muscles could even be seen beneath his scales. His arms and torso virtually rippled as he moved, and his thinner tail swayed with every step. He wore a silver ring around his through, that Rarity swore he could snap just by flexing.

The smaller Apple mare no longer looked like a filly. She had grown into a beautiful, yet still adolescent-looking, mare. She had bulked up a little as well, though she was more like Rainbow Dash, before the mare had become part cat. She wore her own silver ring around her neck.

“Spike!” Rarity batted her eyelashes at him. “Lovely to see you.”

“Likewise.” The dragon nodded, though his smile looked a little forced.

Rarity trotted up to the pair. “You are looking… quite handsome Spike.”

“Thank you?” Spike leaned away as Rarity leaned closer.

“Rarity, would ya kindly not make eyes at mah drake?” Bloom deadpanned at the unicorn with a frown.

“Mmmm, your drake?” Rarity blinked at the smaller mare. “My word, what has been going on in this town recently. Surely you can’t mean Spike.”

“Rarity, what’s gotten into you?” Spike asked, looking down at her with a frown. “First Pinkie and Zev, now Bloom. You feeling okay?”

“She don’t back the fuck off mah drake, AH’ll pop that massive ego of hers.” Bloom snorted.

“Apple Bloom, darling, Spike can do so much- AH!” Rarity yelped and lept back as a yellow hoof swung at her. “What’s gotten into you?!”

“I did say ta back of mah drake, then ya go and try ta delegitimize our relationship?” Bloom’s eye twitched.

“Well, we haven’t actually announced anything in public.” Spike mentioned. “Which is fine! Don’t worry about it! When ever you wa-”

“Fuck it.” Bloom snorted. “Spike. Down.”

Spike knelt down in front of the mare. “Yeah? What’s- Mmmph!”

Bloom grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. She pulled away with a loud smacking noise. Then turned and glared at Rarity. “Happy now?”

“Finally!” Came a loud cry from the apple stand.

“What… What is going on?” Rarity blinked.

“This is mah drakefriend!” Bloom said with a foreleg around Spike’s neck. “Also, where tha fuck did ya get that ring?”

“This?” Rarity snapped out of it and put a hoof to her neck. “I made it. It looked so nice-”

“Spike, pick me up, we need ta go tell Zev and Pinks. And fast.” Bloom stated, virtually glaring death at the white mare.

The muscular dragon did just that, picking up his mare quite gently despite his size, and took off.

“Ya did it now Rares.”

AJ’s voice made Rarity jump. “Applejack, just what is the matter, why is everypony so hostile?”

“Ya got a bit of a reputation.” The Apple mare raised a brow.

“Moi?” The white mare put a hoof to her chest. “Why?”

“If ya have ta ask, I’d just as soon let Pinkie rip ya a new one.” Applejack snorted and walked back to the stand.

“Right so…” Pinkie looked at her list as she sat on a picnic blanket. She looked at the assembled group of Zevvahn, Twilight, Dash, Vult (short for Vulturnia), and Fluttershy as they all quietly chewed the prepared sandwiches and looked at the pink mare expectantly. “Dash is already a Pegacat.

“Still getting used to flying again.” Dash commented.

“Vult is a…” Pinkie looked at Vult. “Fucking Goddess.”

“Deus Vult.” Vult said with a small giggle.

“Which leaves, Zevvie, Flutters, Twi, and myself without any extreme alterations.” Pinkie nodded. “So, Opening the meeting for commentary. Does anypony want anything extreme as them.” She pointed a hoof at Dash and Vult.

“Well… I do have some interesting ancestry. Genes that missed a generation.” Flutters spoke up.

“Huh. Mind if I lay a hoof on you to check?” the zebra raised an eyebrow, waggling one of his hooves in the still-a-pegasus’ direction.

“Feel free.” Flutters nodded, then paused. She cleared her throat. “Ahem. You may.”

Zevvahn scooted a little closer to the pegasus and put a hoof on her, closing his eyes as he examined her body and magic. “Hmm. Ahhh. Yes, I see. Thestral, isn’t it? Hmm...I could maybe just trigger it now,” he admitted. “It’s already there, just dormant. The urges will probably be a bit overwhelming to start with.”

“Hemomatic or Citrimatic?” Twilight asked.

There was a round of blank stares.

Twilight facehoofed. “Blood or fruit?”

“Fruit,” the zebra answered. “Wait...actually? Mixed. Fruit’s dominant, but I think she had both in one generation.”

Pinkie pulled a fruit basket out of… somewhere… and set it down. “Just in case.”

“Do it.” Flutters nodded.

Zevvahn’s hoof glowed with an eldritch green and the magic sunk into Fluttershy’s chest. He hummed for a moment as he wound his power around her core. “Okay...you’re going to feel a stinging sensation in your mouth, your eyes, and your wings,” he warned. “That’ll be your night vision, your fangs and tongue, and your wings going from feathered to batlike. I advise you close your eyes in the next thirty seconds while I trigger this.”

Flutters closed her eyes as suggested. The rippling magic washed out from her core and focused on her body. Her ears became fluffier and pointier, her fur became longer, and all her feathers molted off her wings, leaving the pegasus with batlike, leathery wings instead.

Zevvahn pulled his hoof back and nodded. “There you go,” he said. “Now, slowly open your eyes, and if you get a craving, remember where the fruit basket is.”

Flutters opened her now blood red, slit-irised eyes. Flutterbat blinked a few times and flapped her bat-like wings. Her mouth opened slightly, showing off her sharpened fangs. Her eyes snapped to the basket of fruit and her irises grew, making her eyes almost black. With a hiss she pounced on the basket.

“Huh. Not much different.” Pinkie blinked.

“Yeah, well, most ponies can only handle one major transformation in their lives,” the zebra mused. “So once you pick it, you’re stuck with it. If you tried to transform again, you’d likely end up ripped apart from the instability. But thankfully, you won’t have to worry about it. Once you transform like, I dunno, any of you,” he waved a hoof at the former pegasi, “Then you gain some major transformation resistance as a safety net. Your body becomes inflexible, basically. So I hope Flutters likes being a bat.”

Said batpony was withering an apple.

“I’d say so.” Vult commented.

“It’ll be different with Spike,” Zevvahn commented. “I’m just returning him to normal. I think...he’s the only one who I’m doing that to?” He rubbed the back of his head as he thought. “Yeah...while yours and Bloom’s bodies were malformed, they were ‘totally normal’ according to how the world thought you should be. So my ‘fixing’ you is actually an alteration in and of itself.”

“Well, mine is more ancient, primal pegasus.” Vult commented. “Like, what pegasi were originally, back in… years back.” She shrugged.

“Still not how your body grew up as,” the zebra pointed out. “You’re stuck like that, though I don’t think you’re complaining.”

Vult raised a hoof and created a small thunderhead.

“Didn’t think so,” the stallion chuckled. He turned back to Pinkie and Twilight. “Any plans?” he questioned the pair.

“Well would you want me to change?” Pinkie asked.

“And I’m curious about something with digits.” Twilight added.

“In order, only if you felt like it, in which case I would support you no matter what you chose, because its your personality and mind that sealed the deal with you,” the stallion said, pecking Pinkie on the cheek. “And as for you, Twilight. Hmm.” He pondered. “Well, I’ve been all over, I have fur, feathers, scales, you name it, I have a sample of the species. Pick something if you want fingers, keeping in mind it won’t come undone later.”

“I’ll think about it.” Pinkie hummed.

“Oooooo! Scales!” Twilight beamed. Then her eyes widened. “Dragon-Pony….”

“Totally doable,” the stallion nodded. “Spike figured out I keep a stock of ingredients from other species and has been donating loose scales in case I want to try things with dragon scales. I think it’s his way of paying me back for something that really shouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s not his fault.” Pinkie commented.

“I really should go to Canterlot and complain to the Princess.” Twi grumbled, stuffing a whole sandwich in her mouth.

“Twi, complaining? And to the Princess no less?” Dash narrowed her eyes at the mare. “Who are you and what have you done with Twilight?”

“I think her faith was shaken a touch when she realized that the spell that had been cast on him by the princess’ supposed top enchanter was done so shoddily that it actively harmed Spike’s health,” the stallion commented. “Seriously, another year and I’d be surprised if his heart kept beating under all that fat.”

“Moving on, I’d rather not think about my roomie dying.” Twilight pouted through her sandwich. “Oh, does it bother anyone that, while we’re not a couple, Spike and I have eh… used each other to get off? Not physically, just…”

“Well so long as he’s okay with it and so long as Bloom knows about it.” Pinkie said with a hum. “Feeling guilty?”

“Maybe a little?” Twi winced.

“Speak of the Grogar.” Vult commented jerking her head at the approaching duo.

Spike, carrying Bloom, skidded to a halt next to the blanket. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Problem?” the zebra asked, raising an eyebrow. “It must be serious if you were going that fast.”

“Yep.” Bloom nodded from Spike’s arms. “Rarity, oh and Ah’ve claimed Spike. Publically.”

Twilight winced and looked away.

“What about her?” Pinkie said with an eye twitch.

“Not only did she come on ta Spike here, with me next to him,” As Bloom spoke Pinkie twitched again. “She was wearin’ somethin’.”

“What?” Dash asked, nervously glancing at Pinkie.

“One a these.” Bloom reached up and tapped Spike’s neck ring.

“Um. Pinkie, I recall you saying you weren’t going to-” Zevvahn started to say.

“Honey.” Pinkie said sweetly as the air filled with the sound of radio static. Pinkie’s mane started to deflate as her color started to fade. “I think I’m going to go and have a word with Rarity.”

Zevvahn pulled Pinkie in for a kiss to try and mitigate the damage that an upset Pinkie would do to...well, everything. He even threw in a little tongue to distract the mare.

Pinkie melted, though her color stayed faded and her mane stayed flat.

“Maybe somepony less…” Twi looked around for help.

Flutterbat looked up from her husked banana. “Fragile?”

Dash raised a brow. “Emotional?”

Vult deadpanned. “Pinkie?”

“How about,” Zevvahn said after pulling away from Pinkie. “You two,” he pointed a hoof at Dash and Vult, “Go and get Rarity secure in Pinkie’s bedroom. Horn suppressor ring, bondage, the works. Leave her as a present. And when Pinkie’s more pink, we’ll let her go unwrap the naughty mare.”

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Twilight commented as the hybrid and the goddess shot off into the sky.

“And in the meantime, let us talk of nicer things,” Zevvahn said, turning back to Twilight. “So, my new cauldron has been delivered,” he said, holding Pinkie close with a foreleg so she couldn’t escape. “I can brew you up that dragon potion in an hour or so if you really want it.”

“Yes please.” Twi nodded with a smile.

“And while we wait, ya can explain why ya aren’t lookin’ at us.” Bloom commented, to another Twi wince.

“She might feel slightly guilty about using Spike to get off,” the zebra stallion commented. “Which, really, the only rule is, Spike has to ask. If Twi decides he’s good enough for the moment, then there’s no problem. With me. She might still have an issue with you, Bloom, unless you and Spike have had that talk.”

“Oh, is that all.” Spike commented.

“Twi.” Bloom spoke up. “Twi, look at me.”

Twi slowly, and nervously, looked at the mare.

“Ah know Twi, and Ah don’ have an issue.” Bloom shook her head. “In fact, it’s kinda hot. So, later, when yer more dragony, make it up ta us with the claws y’all be sportin’.”

Twi blinked. “Sure.”

“Great.” Bloom grinned. “Spike. Down.” Spike set the mare down. “Twi, ‘mere.”

For a moment, Twi worried that she might be a closet-Sub. Then said Sub kicked in and she trotted over and stood in front of the smaller mare.

“Good girl.” Bloom nodded. “Sit.”

Twi sat.

“Oh, Ah’m gonna have fun with ya.” Bloom grinned wickedly.

“Hey Spike, you having fun with your new self?” Zevvahn asked. “Nothing you’d want to change?”

“Zev… I’m a walking, talking, action figure, super hero, dragon. What’s there to change?” Spike asked.

“Hmm...actually, I have an idea.” The zebra walked over to Apple Bloom and whispered a few things into the smaller mare’s ear.

“Ya can do WHAT?!” Bloom yelped.

“Do you want me to?” Zev asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, you both technically belong to each other. This’d make him more mine than yours.”

Bloom looked at Spike. “Spike, how you feel about being a tad more than a Beta in the hierarchy?”

“Ummm, why not?” Spike shrugged. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen.”

Spike didn’t like the looks that the zebra and the mare were giving him. He gulped.

“Pinkie. Ya functional?” Bloom’s voice made Pinkie snap awake.

“Huh, what?” Pinkie snapped into a sitting position and looked around. Unsurprisingly, she was in Zevvahn’s bedroom. With a Bloom sitting next to her.

“Good, yer up.” Bloom nodded. “Barb and Twi are currently baking in their respective vats.”

“Wait they’re doing what now?” Pinkie blinked.

Bloom appeared not to listen. “Y’all got a present.”

“I got a what now?” Pinkie blinked.

“A present.” Bloom repeated. “She’s at your loft.”

“She?” Pinkie blinked.

A little hesitantly, Pinkie pushed open the door to her room and flicked on the light.

There was Rarity. On her bed. Bound up like a present, bow included. Blindfolded and gagged.

Pinkie blinked.

“Rarity?” Pinkie blinked again.

There was a “Mmmmph!” from the mare on the bed.

Pinkie took a breath. So that’s what they were doing while she was checked out. She rolled her eyes and shut the door to her room, then trotted over to the bed. The moment she put a hoof on the mare, the mare started struggling.

“Hey. Hey!” Pinkie snapped. “Do you want me untie you?”

The mare ceased her wiggling.

With a frown, Pinkie undid the gag.

“Pinkie thank goodness Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo assaulted-”

“At! Save it!” The pink mare growled as she removed Rarity’s blindfold.

“But Pinkie.” The mare blinked at the light as the blindfold was dropped to the bed.

“Please. I don’t know what’s happening. Why is everyone acting this way. Why is everyone so mean?” Rarity had crocodile tears in her eyes.

“Why- Why is-” Pinkie actually sputtered. “How far up your own plothole are you?!”

“Beg pardon?” The white mare blinked.

“Do you have any fucking idea how you’ve treated ponies? -Treated me?!” Pinkie snapped.

“Whatever do you mean?” The white mare asked, still looking confused as she futility struggled in her bindings.

“Whatever do you- REALLY?!” The pink mare fumed as her mane started to deflate and her color started to desaturate. “Are you fucking- Okay. Let’s go. We’re doing this.” Pinkie snorted as she started to pace. “Let’s start at the fucking beginning.” The pissed pink pony steamed. “Regularly, you insult my weight under the guise of, you’d look so much better if you lost a few pounds or if you didn’t eat so much, you might attract a stallion darling.”

Rarity winced as she somehow got even whiter.

“You think Twilight’s weight was healthy when Zevvie, our new personal medic, and don’t worry, I’m getting to him, told her that if she was any more thin she’d actually be dying. And while we’re talking about weight, let’s move on to Spike!” She paused and shot a death glare at the mare. “You were so perfectly fine stringing that drake along for years. Don’t think I forget all those small digs at him losing weight. Oh he’s so sweet. I bet he’d find a great mare if he just started to exercise a little bit. Bitch, you had him being your living tote bag and personal weightlifter when your horn could easily do everything he was doing and more.”

“But he offered-”

“He. Was. In love with you!” Pinkie snapped. “Didn’t you notice?! Or did you even care?! He told you to your face on more than one occasion! And your response? Oh that’s nice dear. You’re so sweet! You strung him along until he finally had enough and figured you were a lost cause. Oh-ho-ho, and now, when he’s a fucking action hero, with a mare he’s courting, you try to make the moves on him. I swear to Celestia I wish Bloom had knocked your fucking lights out, you selfish bitch!” Pinkie virtually screamed at the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hooves. Her whole body was almost shades of gray, as her mane and tail hung flat.

“I- I-” Rarity stammered, shaking.

“No!” The mare thrust a hoof at the white mare. Her eyes were shrunk to little more than blue dots in the white of her eyes. “You don’t say shit until I’m done!”

Rarity quickly nodded.

“How about something more recent hmmm? Let’s skip all the comments about Fluttershy showing herself off, or Applejack being too butch to find a stallion, no let’s skip back to me.” Pinkie chuckled mirthlessly. “You have known I suffer from depression. You have known that I thought my weight was an issue. You. Have. Known I was lonely, and downright thirsty for stallion cock. So, what the fuck do you do when I bring by a wonderful, handsome, caring stallion that I sure as hell do not deserve? You take him away. You don’t let me speak. You gush over his body like he’s some piece of meat and you pretty much molest his flank. And when I push in to explain that, no, that’s my coltfriend. You laugh at me. You make the comment that it’s unbelievable that a stallion like him would find me attractive.” Pinkie sniffed, roughly wiping tears away with a hoof. “But no matter. I took him away and we had a marvelous time having him bury his cock into Fluttershy, after I turned the tables on her freaky pegasus charisma powers.”

Rarity didn’t have the mental power to suppress the blush on her face.

“But, no worries. Any time I come by to attempt to explain and fix things. You know, cause we’re friends. You continue to shut me down. Like I’m the one living a fantasy.” Pinkie stopped and plopped down onto her flank. “You know, I’d love to see into your head one of these days. How much ego and self-love is there?” She snorted and a wicked grin grew on her face. “But I know you Rarity… There’s a reason for all of this. You might style your mane, and may be almost immaculately attractive to stallions. Which you fucking feed off of, swear to the goddess I thought you were a Changeling more than once. You build up your appearance Rarity, because all of it is a shell, a weak, egg-like shield. Deep down, you’re just like me. You’re lonely. You’re depressed. You sometimes eat your feelings, but it doesn’t go anywhere. Perhaps your magic is damaged like Bloom’s or Vult’s and you can’t maintain a healthy weight, but I’ve kinda got off track. Where I am not conventionally attractive because I’m thicc and chunky in all the right places.” Pinkie shook her plot with a smirk. “You are almost too attractive. You’re a porcelain doll, a statue-esque piece of art that’s pretty to look at but nopony wants to touch because either they aren’t worthy, or that they worry of smudging or damaging that perfect beauty. And you try to use that, but it backfires. You fluster stallions to do what you want, but all you’re doing is giving them material to jack it to. Oh, and I believe full well that you’ve tried to date. But, again, you’re almost too much. It’s not based on anything deep. It’s all about your appearance.”

Pinkie moved over to sit on the bed. “I was so… jealous of you… for years. I honestly might’ve had a crush on you, until your attempts at helpful commentary tore that down real fast. You’ve wanted something more forever. Maybe… Maybe that’s why you lash out... Rarity…. Are… Are you jealous?”

Rarity didn’t want to look at the pink mare. Her reply was quiet. Soft. “Yes…”

“Did it kill you that I managed to find a stallion, when you haven’t been able to?” Pinkie asked softly.

There was a small nod. “Yes...”

“Rarity, do you think we’re the same, two extremes of pony perception? The earth mare too husky to be attractive, and the unicorn to perfect to touch.”

The white mare finally looked up at the pink mare. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. Her mascara was already starting to run. She nodded.

“R-rarity… Want to… want to…” Pinkie was actually struggling for words. “Fuck it.” She quickly reached out and grabbed the mare. Pinkie yanked Rarity into her lap and kissed her. Hard.

Rarity’s eyes widened as her face turned a bright pink. She gave a squeak of surprise. Only for it to melt into a warm, moaning hum.

Pinkie pulled her mouth away, a trail or spittle linked their lips. “Rarity, want me to untie you.”

“Pinkie Pie…” Rarity gave a mewl. “Untie your present.”

Pinkie gave a husky chuckle as she undid the unicorns bindings and tossed them to the side.

Rarity immediately stretched then rolled into a sitting position next to the pink mare. “Pinkie. I-”

Pinkie silenced her by putting a hoof to her lips. “Ap. Apologise, say whatever you want to say later. Now, I’m going to fuck you.”

“D-darling… d-do you have to sound so… so crude?” Rarity asked, but the blush in her cheeks only grew.

“Rarity, we both know that behind your shiny surface of being a lady, there’s a mare that wants to be fucked like an animal in heat.” Pinkie smirked.

Rarity gave a small gasp. “Pink- I-I.. I never.”

“You’ve fantasized about mares and stallions as much as I have, haven’t you?” Pinkie leaned in a little with a knowing smirk on her lips.

“I-I… D-darling… It’s…”

“Hmmm?” Pinkie hummed softly.

“Yes…” Came the quiet squeak from the white mare. “Y-you have no-” She blinked. “N-no. No.” She shook her head. “Darling, you might be the only one who has any idea.”

“I do.” Pinkie smiled and kissed her cheek. “What kinds of naughty things have you imagined?”

“P-Pinkie… Th-that w-wouldn’t…” Rarity’s facade was cracking and falling like a broken window.

“Tell me~” Pinkie sang softly. “Have you thought about me?~”

“Y-yes!” Rarity gasped out. “I-I… I imagined what it must look like for Zevvahn a-and yourself too… too…”

“Fuck? Make love? Cook the love batter? Pound the rod into the cave?” Pinkie returned to smirking.

“I-In not so many words.” Rarity mumbled.

“Rarity…” She leaned in to her ear. “Want me to fuck you?”

“P-Pinkie!” Rarity yelped, shivering, before biting her lip and meeting the mare’s eyes. “P-Please….”

“Want me to take you, right here in my room, on my bed?” Pinkie pushed the mare down on the bed. “Want me to dominate your flawless body, and turn you into a horny, quivering mess of a mare that is begging me to make you cum?”

“Pinkie…” Rarity whined as she curled her forelegs up to her chest.

“Want me to make you my bitch? Want me to drag you through the streets of Ponyville, reeking of our love-making, to Zevvie so he can properly turn you into little more than a bitch in heat.”

“Piiiinkiiiieeee….” Rarity whined loudly, virtually begging.

“Yes?” Pinkie stood over the mare. “Tell me yes. Tell me yes Rarity, and I’ll make you forget everything. Tell me yes, and I will break you.” The Pinkie’s flat mane hung over the white mare. Pinkie’s blue eyes almost seemed to glow. “When I’m done, you won’t be a perfect doll, you’ll be my personal fuckmare for when Zevvie isn’t available.”

“Ye… Yes…” The reply was quiet. “Y-yes Pinkie. T-take me. R-ruin me. M-make me yours.”

Pinkie’s head snapped down and kissed her with enough force to push the marshmallow mare into the bed. Immediately the white mare started squirming underneath her. The mares lips separated with a pop. Pinkie grinned at the gasping, heated mare beneath her.

Rarity gasped as the pink mare’s hoof pressed into her needy, quivering marehood. Her hindlegs clamped shut holding the hoof there. Which only caused the mare above her to smirk and grind the hoof over Rarity’s petals. “Pink- Pinkie!” She gasped.

“Mmmm?” Pinkie hummed, rubbing her hoof back and forth over the mare’s pussy.

“Y-you’re s-so forward.” Rarity whined.

“What can I say, Zevvie’s rubbed off on me.” Pinkie leaned in. “More than once. But that’s only if I ask him not to cum inside for once. You know, keep things interesting.”

“Mmmm… P-please… T-tell me more? P-please M-mistress?” Rarity begged with a pant.

“Mistress? Oh I like that…” Pinkie chuckled as she pulled her hoof away from the mare’s winking marehood. “I will, but you’re going to open your legs for me first.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” Rarity whined as she shamelessly spread her legs.

Pinkie backed up and nestled herself up into Rarity’s flanks. Pinkie’s forelegs wrapped around the white mare’s thighs. Pinkie hummed as she hovered her mouth over the marshmallow mare’s aching pussy.

“P-please…” Rarity begged. “Lick me, kiss me, t-tell me I’m yours- A-anything…”

Pinkie stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it up the mare’s lips like she was licking a lollipop. “Mmmmm…” She hummed. “Zevvie would love this. Say, there was a time where Zevvie pinned Dashie to the floor and told her to eat me, and that she could only cum after we did. And If she came, we’d only fuck her harder.” She met Rarity’s eyes. “Wanna know what I did?”

“W-what?” Rarity squeaked.

“I…” Pinkie suddenly hauled the mare up, until her flank was resting against Pinkie’s chest. The pink mare held Rarity’s legs wide open. “-held Dashie’s head and made her tongue fuck me. Just like what I am going to do to you.” The pink mare then latched her mouth around the whole of the white mare’s pussy, and roughly shoved her tongue past Rarity’s lips and deep into her flexing tunnel.

“AH! AH! PINKIE!” Rarity screamed. “MISTRESS- PLEASE- SL- SLOW- AH!” She squirmed and writhed to no avail in the iron grip of the pink mare.

The tongue explored her deepest reaches only to yank out, swirl around her love button, and plunge right. back in.

Rarity began to whine wordlessly. Her body tried in vain to roll or buck her hips.

Pinkie pulled back with a sloppy lick. “Rarity~” She sang only getting a needy whine in response. “I’m going to drink you~”

Rarity had a moment, before Pinkie’s lips wrapped around her button as it winked. The pink mare’s tongue quickly swirled around it as she stated to suck.

Rarity’s eyes snapped open and she got half a breath in, before her whole body seized. A high-pitched whine left her throat as her marehood flexed. The spray that started had half a moment to hit Pinkie chest, before the pink mare’s mouth covered Rarity’s cumming pussy.

Rarity watched through hazy eyes as the pink mare swallowed her marecum.

Pinkie removed her mouth with a final lick of the white mare’s sensitive petals, before she eased the mare down to the bed. She shifted and squirmed up to lay next to the mare. “That’s one, my dirty mare.” She giggled and kissed her cheek. “You get a minute or two, then I’m going to allow you to do the same to me.”

“Y-yes M-Mistress…” Rarity said as her whole body shook and shivered.

“And I won’t be done with you for awhile.” Pinkie nuzzled her. “We can go see Zevvie tomorrow.”

Rarity gave a small moaning whine and she nestled against the pink mare. “Yes M-Mistress.”

“Think they’re done soon?” Dash asked, looking at the steaming, spa-like vats, leaning against the wall with her cloak on. “Also, how do they breath in there? You have some air infusion or something?”

“Or something, yes,” Zevvahn agreed. “In any case, the last few moments are coming up...now.” He walked up to Sp- Barb’s cauldron and took the lid off. “This one’s done now, let’s have him- her, come out and get used to her new body. Then I’ll pop Twi’s cork.”

A purple claw gripped the edge of the vat and a sleek draconic head emerged. Gone was the chiseled jaw and angular snout, in their place was a smooth, more rounded, more feminine muzzle and jawline. The head spines were also more rounded. And her eyes bore a slightly angled and almost softer look.

She continued to pull herself up. Her shoulders were far less wide and bulky, more smooth and streamlined. Her barrel-chest had shrank to a more slender figure. Her chest, while not having pecs, had a pair of small breasts with no nipples. They were almost flat were it not for their slight roundness. Her arms, while still muscular, were more corded, opposed to her previous bulging musculature.

She rose to her full height out of the vat and took a step out with Zevvahn’s help. Her waist was thin and flowed into a round backside, still thick hips, and a somewhat shorter tail. She had noticeable calves further down her legs, and almost dainty clawed feet. Between her legs was an almost unnoticed slit, and a few inches above that was a second barely noticeable slit.

Emerald green eyes blinked. “That… was weird-” ‘Barb’ blinked. Her voice went from a husky deep bass, to a smooth and silky one of higher-pitch. “I sound… I’m going to have to get used to this…” Barb blinked owlishly.

“I’ll help you break your new body in a moment,” Zevvahn said, trotting to the second cauldron. He climbed up and opened the lid, letting the purple smoke drift upwards. “Twi, you’re done. Get out.”

“U-ummm… What do you mean break in?” Barb shuddered.

A claw emerged from the vat. Violet in hue, it pulled Twilight up and out. The mare was helped out of the vat and a pair of hooves bearing small claws hit the wood. Her legs were violet-scaled up to her second joint, then the scales gave way to fur. Her thighs and waist were thicker than when she went in. Her tail came out just above her perky flank. Her plump marehood stood out between her legs. Her torso showed a hint of ribs, results of her still not being one-hundred percent up to weight. A pair of breasts protruded from her chest, and she quite easily out did both Barb and Dash. The mare’s shoulders were rounded and slender and at her elbows, the fur turned into violet scales that ran down to her draconic claws. The mare’s head was still pony-like with a few exceptions. There was a ring of scales around her eyes, and the top of her muzzle bore small ridges up to her horn. A horn which was no longer a spiral. It curved straight up and split into two points at the top. A ring of violet sat just under the split.

A pair of slit-irised, purple eyes opened. She blinked. She seemed a bit unsteady on her hooves.

“Whoa. Twi. Lookin good.” Dash grinned.

“Ummm, thanks?” Twi blinked. “Everythings… smaller? Shorter?”

“Huh, Zev. Thought. What do we call… us? You know.” Dash waved a paw around. “Our newly created ehm.. Race?”

“Well,” Zevvahn mused. “Twi’s almost like the Kirins, I imagine. Pony and dragon features blended, only they supposedly have more pony than dragon in them. Whereas she is…” He tapped a hoof to his chin. “Huh. Actually, I don’t know. I was going to say she’s a bit more balanced, which she is, but now I’m wondering where her wings are.”

Twi blinked. “Spike- eh Barb doesn’t have wings.” She gestured a claw at Barb. “Then again there are subtypes of dragon. I believe Barb is an Earth Dragon as opposed to a Sky Dragon.”

“...Fair point, and I suppose using one of her scales to make the potion probably influenced that,” the stallion admitted. “Then again, maybe the pair of you just haven’t molted into your wings yet.”

“Molted?” Barb and Twi said in unison.

“Dragons mature into their wings at different times depending on their subtypes,” the zebra said. “Even an Earth Dragon gets wings. They just get them really late. Otherwise they couldn’t join the Migration to find a mate.”

“Well I don’t know if we need to worry about mates.” Twi shrugged.

“Mates?” Barb shuddered and hugged herself.

“Oh yes, Barb, we need to test out the functionality of your new equipment,” Zevvahn smiled. “Fortunately, Bloom is already upstairs for the other half of the test.”

“And… what are we doing?” Barb asked, starting to shiver.

“All three of us are going to make a Barb sandwich,” the stallion said with a smile. “And I promise, you’ll enjoy it~”

“I can help Twi start learning to walk on two legs.” Dash commented pushing off the wall and walking towards the dragonmare. She took the mare’s arm and put another on her back and the pair started up the stairs.

“S-so long as Bloom’s there….” Barb mumbled, still looking quite frightened.

“Don’t worry so much,” the stallion soothed. “I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

“Let’s just go up stairs and go from there?” Barb gave a weak smile.

“That’s the ticket!” the zebra replied, bumping Barb’s leg with his flank. “Let’s get your sexy ass upstairs so Bloom can stop teasing herself with her hoof.”

“Wait, she can what?” Barb blushed as she started after the stallion, a couple of pink tips only just poked from her waist.

“Mhm, she’s been upstairs, squirming on my bed, fantasizing about you,” the zebra explained. “Why don’t you show off how sexy you’re looking to her and rail her hard and proper?”

Barb actually sped up to walk next to him. The twin tips pushed out further. “And you’ll…. What?”

“Mmm...probably wait for you to be in the middle of railing her before I show you how your new parts work,” the zebra admitted. “Gotta stretch them out if you intend to be a full member of the club~”

“That shouldn’t be appealing. The shouldn’t be appealing.” Barb bit her lip as they started up the next set.

“Barb!” A happy cry called out. “Get here faster.”

Barb’s eyes widened and she started taking the steps two at a time. Only for her to arrive at Zevvahn’s room. Complete with a Bloom standing on Zevvahn’s bed and presenting herself. Bloom looked over her shoulder at the dragoness, waggling her back side at her. “Come’n get it sweetie.”

Barb froze, her twin cocks fully erect.

“No need ta be nervous.” Bloom smiled. “Or do Ah need ta order you.”

Barb just and walked over to the bed, blushing furiously.

“On the bed sweetie.” Bloom instructed and the dragoness crawled on her claws and knees onto the bed next to her.

Zevvahn pushed the door open and paused. “Well,” he smiled. “Not what I expected. But I like nonetheless.”

Barb eep’d and sat down, causing her shafts to bounce.

“Barb, Ah’m gonna be gentle, but do ya wanna put on a show fer Zev?” Bloom said with a sultry voice as the mare crawled into Barb’s lap and rubbed over her dicks with a hoof.

Barb shuddered. “I-I can do anything s-so long as you’re here.” She blushed, putting a claw on Bloom’s back.

Bloom crawled off her lap and presented herself. “Then take me, sexy girl.”

Barb hummed and crawled behind the mare and pressed her twin cocks into her petals and her plothole.

“Atta girl…” Bloom encouraged. “Lean over me.”

Barb leaned over, putting a claw on the bed and the other under Bloom’s stomach.

“Now, push in.” Bloom instructed. Barb hissed a moan as she slowly pushed inside the mare’s holes.

“Harder.” Bloom grunted. “All of ‘em.” Then mare pushed back, forcing Barb in faster.

“B-Bloom…” Barb groaned, shifting a claw to grip her thigh as she pushed harder in response, until the mare’s and dragoness’s hips slapped together.

“Love yer cocks sweetie. Yer hot, big, perfect cocks.” Bloom groaned and grinding her flank into Barbs hips. “Fuck me.”

Barb, hesitantly pulled out and pushed back in, only to be met in the middle by Bloom’s greedy flank.

“Harder sweetie, take me.” Bloom grunted, causing the dragoness to groan out a growl and pull out and slap back in harder. “Atta girl! Good girl! Fuck my teenie pussy!”

Barb growled more yanking back and slamming back in faster. “Bloom, I love you. I love your pussy.”

“Yeah ya do, ya love fuckin’ my naughty pussy!” Bloom huffed grunts and groans as she slapped her flank into her dragoness’s hips.

Barb suddenly felt hooves grab her butt as a weight made itself known on her back. “My turn, Bloom,” Zevvahn’s voice said as something large and flared pressed between Barb’s legs. It found her new petals and began to press inwards.

“Ah! Z-Zev! Wha- Ah- Jus-” Barb babbled as her motions froze. Bloom however continued to slam her flank in Barb’s hips.

There was a lewd pop, and something thick started to fill a hole Barb hadn’t been aware of until she was introduced to it. And now that she was focusing on it...it was achingly empty.

“B-Bloom- Z-Zev- F-fuck-” Barb whined out, her body starting to shake.

“Shh, just focus on how good it feels,” the zebra soothed, going slow and spreading Barb with only the slightest of movements. “We have to get you used to the new body, after all.”

“G-gonna c-cum…” Barb whined at Bloom’s almost mechanical, fast humping, and Zevvahn’s achingly slow spreading of her new pussy.

“Do it then,” the zebra whispered. “Show your mare just how much of a slut you are for me~” The ring was creeping up to the dragon’s lips.

Barb shuddered as her tunnel clenched and pulled at Zev’s cock as Bloom started to swell from the dragoness seed being pumped into her holes. Barb let out a breathy whine.

“Mmm...and I haven’t even started fucking you yet, you little egg-maker,” the zebra whispered huskily. The ring stretched the dragoness’ lips a little as it sunk past, letting the rest of his shaft have easy access to spread the hot cunt beneath him.

“Zev…” Barb whined as Bloom used the dragon seed as lube to continue her aggressive, hungry fucking.

“Mmm...I might have put a little something extra in the potion to turn you into a herm,” the zebra admitted, finally hilting himself and holding his cock as deep as it could go inside the dragoness.

“B-but… Wh-what?” Barb mewled.

“Oh you know...just a little fertility enhancer,” the zebra smirked, rubbing a hoof over the dragoness’ stomach. “So that you’ll bear a very full clutch when you’re in heat.”

“Heat?” Barb shuddered as she approached her second climax. “D-dragon’s h-have m-monthly ovulation w-weeks w-where they’re fertile.”

“Heh...and what do you think a fresh womb is going to do?” the zebra grinned. “Oh...I’m afraid you’re going to produce at least a dozen eggs by the time I’m done with you, Barb…”

“Z-Zev- make me a m-mom-” Barb groaned as she was about to peak. “W-while I g-give Bloom m-my k-kids.”

“Gladly,” the zebra said, holding onto the dragon’s hips and slowly pulling his cock out. He got to the ring popping out, before he slammed the length back into her. And then he did it again, but faster, adding to the thrusting that was acting on the dragoness. With Bloom using one end of the herm and him using the other, it was a real Barb sandwich, of her being filled and filling.

Bloom cried out as her stomach bulged out further. She yanked herself off his cocks, squirting marecum on Barb’s cocks as said cocks continued to pump their seed, splattering the mare and the covers below. Simultaneously Barb’s pussy got even slicker as her own juices dripped out of her pussy and slid down Zevvahn’s length and balls.

“Mmm...you’re so good at this,” the zebra praised Barb. “Now...do you like what we’ve done to you?”

“Aaaaaahhhh…. Y-y-yes!” Barb whined out, her cocks twitching and swaying with every thrust of the zebra.

“Good girl,” Zevvahn praised the dragoness again. “You want to be filled, don’t you?”

“Fill me! Fuck me Zev! Fuck my dragon cunt with your hot shaft!” Barb cried out.

“Such a naughty girl,” the zebra chuckled, looking up at Apple Bloom. “What do you say?” the zebra raised an eyebrow. “Does she deserve it?”

“Depends.” Bloom smirked, rubbing a cum covered hoof over her pussy. “Wanna have her cum again and cover me in dragoness seed?”

“Oooh, that’s a good one~” Zev smiled, shifting Barb just so the cocks pointed at the mare lying on the sheets. “Okay, you get to have eggs once you’ve painted Bloom white,” the zebra informed the dragoness, before he really started pounding the hot, slick, fresh cunt under him.

Bloom shifted, opened her mouth, and closed her eyes.

Barb had to hold herself up with her claws on either side up the young-looking mare beneath her. Her cocks twitched again.

“Come on, cum on yer little filly ya dirty, sexy dragon. Cum on my teenie body.” Bloom groaned, teasing the dragon.

“Al-alm- Z-Zev- B-Bloom- Al-almost-” Barb babbled, her cocks swelling again.

“Just think of how round you’ll be when you’ve had my cum in you~” Zev teased. “Mmm. We might even be able to count them through your scales~”

“Ah!- Bloo- Ze- Gon-” Barb’s babbles melted into a growling moan as cum sprayed out of her cocks like water from a hose. Bloom. Was. Covered.

Zev hilted as his cock twitched a few times, pumping his potent load as deep as it could go inside the dragoness, making her stomach swell a bit in turn. “Mmmph...you’re going to be so sore in the morning,” Zev promised.

Barb’s tongue rolled out as her eyes became unfocused. She gasped, panting for breath. Her whole body shuddered as she started to teeter. Zev gently guided her to lay next to Bloom, already writing the sheets off as a loss, Barb could burn them in the morning, as he pulled from the dragoness cunt. Another river of seed began pouring from the scaly lips, adding to the mess.

The messy form of Bloom shifted under the sticky mess and shifted over until she nestled against the dragonness’s bulging stomach.

“You two have fun now,” the zebra said with a smile. “I’ll just cuddle whoever shows up in the guest room.”

This was met by a couple of half-hearted affirmations. Zev waved a hoof as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Hmm. Dash should still be helping Twi learn to walk, so he should have the room to himsel-

He pushed the door open, only to see a pair of mares. A white unicorn and a pink earth pony. Both Pinkie and Rarity were standing by the bed, and as the door opened, they looked at the zebra. Both were painted as if they had zebra stripes, both were bedecked in gold, like zebra mares showing themselves off for their husbands. Pinkie even had a mystic’s mask sitting atop her head.

Both mares knelt as he stepped in. Rarity spoke up, her muzzle pressed to the ground. “Welcome back to your boudoir, our dear master. Did fucking the dragoness make you cum faster?”

Zev blinked. “What...is happening here?” he asked slowly.

Pinkie looked up at the zebra stallion. “It is simple, my virile, strong mate. After fucking Rarity enough, her bitchy behavior did abate. So now I have brought her back here, so that you can fuck her properly, dear.”

Zev blinked a few times. “You’re saying the key to making her behave was sex all along?” the zebra posed. “I thought that you-”

“Pinkie, sorry to break the roleplay.” Rarity poked her head up and looked at the pink mare.

“It’s good.” Pinkie replied.

“Zev, darling.” Rarity looked up at the zebra. “I was a horrid, horrid mare. Pinkie gave me quite the tongue-lashing, in more ways than one, and I have seen the error of my ways.” She returned to pressing her muzzle to the ground. “Zevvahn, would you do me the honor of finishing my rebirth by filling my unworthy marehood with your girth?”

“I mean, if you’ve gone through all this effort and it’s okay with Pinki-” the zebra started to say.

“Zevvie, Rarity wants your mighty shaft. Fill her needy hole with your girthy… haft…. I tried.” Pinkie huffed.

“Okay, well, at least it’s not like you’re going to turn her into something else right aw-” the zebra tried to console himself.

Rarity’s head popped up again to look at Pinkie. “Mistress, Zevvahn can turn me into a catmare, correct?”