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~”