The intermittent pattering of raindrops on your bedroom window gently roused you from your slumber, although "gentle" quickly became "harsh" as a ray of sunlight broke through a gap in the rainclouds and shone directly into your eyes. You grumbled at the intrusion, forcefully squinting your eyes closed and snuggling further into the lump in bed next to you.

Except...it felt less like your marefriend and a lot more like a pillow she'd cleverly substituted in her place. Opening your eyes and glancing at the space next to you confirmed this to be the case. "Uhh...babe?" You groaned out, sitting up and rubbing your eyes as you blearily glanced around the room. "Vapor? ...Where are you?" You called out.

Your only response was the continued sound of the morning rain shower and the faint, muffled sound of songbirds and other animals outside. Glancing over at your nightstand, you notice a notepad with a hastily-scribbled note written on it. As you looked at it, it took a few seconds for the strange pony-runes to morph into legible English...yet another body-enchantment you would never be able to thank Princess Twilight enough for. The translator-eyes had come in handy many times, especially when you were acclimating to pony history and culture by way of the alicorn's expansive library. You swear that mare had books for everything...

Wiping the sleep-crud from your eyes, you cleared out your meandering morning-brain thoughts and focused what little attention you could muster on the note Vapor had written for you.

Sorry for leaving without saying anything! I panicked when I woke up because I just remembered I forgot to let Captain Spitfire know how long I'd be away for when I ran out of the Academy in my heat-craze! I'll be back later tonight, stud.
~ Vapor xoxo <3

A mix of anticipation and dread warred in your thoughts. It felt like too convenient an excuse...besides, wasn't it called heat week for a reason? Come to think of it...just how many of the mares at the Academy were too focused on the 'Bolts to find time for stallion-friends? Why would she need to go to the Academy for almost the entire day for what should've been a brief trip?

You now had the feeling that today's "activities" were going to be even more hedonistic than the last two days had been...and that was definitely saying something.

No time to waste, then...you had some errands to run.

You thanked the stars for the ponies' answer to mass-transportation in such desperate times; they'd created "magi-transit" hubs in cities and towns across Equestria, which allowed even non-magical beings to teleport huge distances at relatively inexpensive prices. It distinctly reminded you of the Floo Network, except with a lot less soot, discomfort, and misdirection.

You'd made your way to Ponyville and gone to the local royal guard station to arrange an escort into the Everfree; the well-trodden path to Zecora's hut was generally safe, but you didn't want to take any chances. Plus, those little unicorn mares that populated the Ponyville barracks just looked way too damned cute in that ridiculous armor of theirs. Armor which also accentuated their flanks quite nicely...especially the big, jiggling flanks in front of you. God damn, unicorns always had the best asses...

You blinked rapidly and shook your head, removing yourself from that train of thought before something untoward happened with the little yellow combat-mage you were alone in the dark and scary woods with. "Dammit, brain, not helping," You muttered under your breath.

The mage's training-sensitized ears flicked in your direction, and she giggled briefly before glancing back and giving you a cheeky wink, wiggling her flanks and making her grey-with-purple-trim mage armor rattle loudly. "We could have a go once we get back to the barracks if you'd like~..." She teased, grinning deviously at your embarrassed expression.

You blushed and nervously cleared your throat out of habit. "I'm, uh, taken. I have a lead-mare, I mean," you grumbled, and politely averted your eyes from her rear as your thoughts turned to one of the biggest...cultural differences from your world: relationships.

The guardsmare frowned slightly at having been brushed off, but didn't seem too perturbed as she returned to her task of leading you. If anything, she had something of a spring to her step now as she cantered in front of you, as if she considered your wandering eyes a compliment to her looks rather than the idle lechery of a perverted male.

Yeah..."cultural differences" was putting it mildly.

Ponies, being herd animals, were very openly polygamous and encouraged stallions to "stud themselves out" to the much larger mare population, just like Earth equines. This left you with mixed feelings. On the one hand, "free love" was mainstream here! Just like all those hippies back home wanted. On the other hand...every guy secretly wants to live out a harem fantasy (even, or perhaps especially, if it's with magical talking horses), but having that much sex and that many relationships at the same time had to be completely exhausting, bordering on unhealthy. Many men would dream to be in a world like Equestria, but just as many would regret ever wishing for it after a few months of having to deal with horny alien-horses dogpiling them at every opportunity!

You had no idea how herding ever worked out for these ponies within their species, considering one little mare had been utterly decimating your much stronger human stamina as of late. Sure, you figured Vapor was a bit...okay, a lot...of a size queen, but damn, she really must be having a bad heat.

Which brought your inner monologue back to the reason why you'd ventured out in the middle of nowhere in the first place: you were seeking a meeting with the Everfree's resident zebra shamaness. If RPGs had taught you anything, you knew that an apothecary like her would be capable of whipping up some stamina and virility potions for you...maybe even "super-hydration" drinks, if that was even a thing. You weren't sure what degree of physics-defying bullshit zebra magic was capable of, given that unicorn magic seemed to be limitless in application, but you were eager to find out.

You were broken from your thoughts as you nearly tripped over your escort, who'd come to a stop in front of you without much warning. She rolled her eyes, gesturing to the door before taking up a defensive position next to it. "Go ahead, knock. I'll keep watch out here while you're getting things done. Uh, don't mind the creepy masks. She's pretty cool once you get to know her."

"Much appreciated, Lieutenant Glimmerlance." You said. She responded with a slight nod, turning her steely gaze to the dark underbrush.

You rapped out "mane-and-tail job, two bits" on the door, and hear several hoofsteps inside the hut before the door swings inward. An equine unlike any you'd ever seen in Equestria entered your vision; you weren't sure what you were expecting, but she was surprisingly similar in appearance to the pictures of Earth zebras you had seen, aside from the golden rings adorning her neck and ears and the huge, striped mohawk-mane she sported.

Her eyebrows rose in increasing levels of surprise as she took in your appearance and unusual size, craning her head up to lock eyes with you. She smiled hesitantly and greeted you in a husky, melodic voice that carried a distinct North African accent. "What a surprising thing to see, for such a creature to appear before me! Come into my abode and sit, let us discuss the reason for your trip." Glancing past your large form as you ducked into the entryway of her home, she took notice of the mage standing guard outside. "Worry not my horned friend; there is no reason to defend. Please come in with your charge; my home's interior is plenty large."

This world never ceased to surprise you. Sparkly unicorns, flying horses, and now zebras that speak in rhyme...what's next, a unicorn that speaks in the third person? How the heck was she even able to come up with these verses on the fly? Shaking your head, you resolved to discuss that at a later date. You needed some potions to please your mate.

...Dammit. Now she had you doing it, too.

The guardsmare looked uncomfortable at such a breach of protocol, but shrugged and took the zebra's invitation. Zecora shut the door behind her before taking a seat in a chair next to her brewing station.

"Greetings, Shaman Zecora. I wanted to ask about some potions you might be able to make for me." You asked formally from the sofa across from her, resting one leg sideways on your knee. The mage took a seat next to you, scanning the door and windows for threats. It was apparent that once she focused on military-mode, it was hard to break her out of it.

"There is no need to be so formal; aside from the obvious, I'm quite normal. If it is truly magical brews that you seek; I assure you, I am Ponyville's peak." She said coolly, drinking from a steaming cup of tea as you and the guard also took small, testing sips.

"Alright, uh, awesome. You can certainly help me, then. I need some stamina and, uh...virility potions. Possibly also some "super-hydration" drinks, if those are a thing in this world? I still don't get how the whole magic thing works." You explained. The guardsmare next to you blushed at the combination of potions you were requesting, and Zecora shot her an amused grin before turning her attention back to you.

"A curious combination of potions to create; am I to assume they're for your mate?" She queried, managing to keep her speech all-business despite the topic.

"Uhh...yeah. It's heat week for her, but I think she might be bringing some of her friends from the Wonderbolts Academy to my house to "surprise" me when I get back. I'm trying to get one step ahead of her little scheme and make some, uhh, preparations." You explain, causing Glimmerlance to give you a slightly hurt look as her brows knit together. Oh, crap...you'd already told the lieutenant "no" under the pretense of your relationship with Vapor being closed to new members.

Zecora chuckled. "It never ceases to surprise me; how licentious ponies can be. In my homeland it is the norm; though compared to them, pony stallions don't perform."

God, even zebra-land sounds like something out of a porno. You mentally commented.

"I can create the potions you seek in a flash; I fear my methods may make your enthusiasm dashed. To create these potions to full effect, certain reagents I must expect."

A sinking feeling settled in your pants, as you and Glimmerlance shared a blushing glance. "Let me guess...it needs freshly extracted juices, right?"

"Right on the nose; that is, indeed, what I propose." She glanced at the empty teacups on the table, and got up from her seat to trot over to her woodstove. "While you discuss things with your escort mare, I shall make some more tea to clear the air." With that, she left you to a shared awkward silence.

"Sooo...about what I was sayin' earlier. I've never actually, uh..." Her coarse, tomboyish voice trailed off, blushing as she tapped her hooves together and created a metallic clinking from her combat horseshoes. "...Yeah. It turns out most stallions aren't all that crazy about a mare in uniform. It makes them think I'm uppity and old-fashioned for wanting to protect them, or something like that. Being a unicorn doesn't help. Now that my actions are being thrown back in my face like this, though...I really dunno what to say, dude. My past interactions with guys amount to "yes, sir"s and the occasional teasing of newb squaddies."

You hugged her armored body into your side with one hand and ruffled the portion of mane sticking out of her helm with the other, causing her to let out an indignant squeal as she recoiled from you and fussed with the mane you'd disturbed. "God, I never thought a combat mage could be this fuckin' adorable."

"Ugh, don't call me that! I've known you for twenty minutes, I don't even let my parents get away with that much mushy stuff!" She complained, sticking her tongue out at you afterwards. Her "blep"ing only managed to make her look more adorable, if that was even possible.

"Your time spent here is valuable indeed, when at home you've mares in need." Zecora reminded the two of you, interrupting the back-and-forth teasing. She set a tray with a new, steaming pot of tea and a clean pair of wooden cups on the table. The lieutenant inclined her head in thanks, and then lifted the pot with her telekinetic aura and filled both cups.

You swore the color of this tea, unlike the previous one, had some sort of reddish tint to it, but didn't pay it much mind. If the Princess of Friendship trusted her, you doubted it was anything to be worried about. Even if a third cup was conspicuously absent from the tray... And the zebra was looking at the two of you as if expecting something to happen...

You reasoned that she probably just wanted to make sure the two of us enjoyed the blend, and lifted the cup to your lips and took a sip; Glimmerlance did as well. Your expressions brightened; this was the best tea you'd ever had! It sent a rush of pleasant tingling through your body from your head to your toes, and you could tell from the way the mage was shivering that she was experiencing the same sensation. She even moaned! From drinking tea!

Normally you would've taken that moan as a warning sign (nobody, not even Rarity, enjoyed tea that much), but for some reason a heady, delirious haze had descended upon you and begun to cloud your thoughts. You felt the spark of heat within your core transform into a flame of lust as you gazed at her flushed cheeks, fluffy chest, and those wide, foal-bearing flanks squishing into Zecora's couch. By pony standards, the mare must be at least a 7/10...were ponies really so hung up on gender roles that they focused on personality without even considering the enormity of "dat flank"?

You heard the mare next to you give out a shuddering squeak, and noticed that sometime during your inner monologue of ass-worship, your hand had wandered down her armored back and come to rest with a firm grip on her squishy right cheek. "God damn, why does every one of you unicorns have such a fat fuckin' ass? Spendin' all your days readin' books and sippin' tea and shit...unf..." You muttered, your grip turning into a deep-tissue massage that caused the mare to go limp and fall over onto her side from the pleasure.

"Ooogh...I don't know what the buck was in that tea, but if this is what drinkin' it gets me, I'm definitely not complainin'..." She groaned, lighting her horn and teleporting her armor off to land in a clattering pile next to the front door. Seconds later, she did the same with your own clothes as well, leaving you stark naked. "I buckin' love human hands already...now I see why that crazy turquoise mare in town is always rantin' and ravin' about 'em..."

"Mmh...I'm about to make you love these hands even more, Glimmy~" You teased, scratching her behind her ears with one hand as your other continued to vigorously grope her flank.

"Hey...I didn't give ya permission to start using pet na-ahhhn~..." Her halfhearted admonishment trailed off into a moan as you tweaked her erect teats with one hand and stuck three fingers of your other hand knuckle-deep into her winking marehood. The sudden intrusion caused her to spasm and gush around your wriggling digits, and Zecora trotted over and wordlessly held an empty potion bottle below her dripping-wet pussy, capturing her essence as it leaked out of her.

"About another pint I'll need, please continue to do the deed~..." The zebra whispered huskily into your ear, her turquoise eyes twinkling with mischief. "After this mare has been pleased, we shall go about gathering your seed~"

Your face lit up in a blush as the zebra's coy, suggestive growls sunk into your hormone-addled brain, though both of your attentions became fixed upon Glimmerlance as she began feverishly panting and writhing on the couch. "H-haaah...oh, Anon...Anooon...ANOOON, I'M CUUUMIIING!" She reached her peak in a feverish shriek. Fizzles of raw, unfocused magic erupted from her horn in sparkling bursts, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her powerful muscles writhed and rippled underneath her coat.

Prompted by the onset of her orgasm, Zecora removed your hand from Glimmer's spasming cunt and shoved the opening of the bottle directly against her marehood just as it winked open; the sensation of cool glass against her overwhelmed, steaming-hot pussy sent her into such an intense secondary orgasm that it looked like the mare was having a seizure.
Glancing up at the mare's face, you noticed with some alarm--even through the haze of your arousal--that her eyes had turned a blinding, radiant white. An ominous humming sound and turquoise glow were rapidly building from her horn. You felt an uncomfortable tingle in your mouth as if your tongue were touching a 9-volt battery, causing you to shudder from the odd sensation.

Twilight Sparkle had educated you about the warning signs of a surge back when you'd first arrived; apparently it was something all pony foals were taught at a young age. At the time, you hoped you'd never have to deal with such a thing, particularly because the only advice she had for a non-magical creature like you was "run, and don't look back."

"Oh, fuck." You muttered, frantically tapping Zecora on the shoulder. She looked up at you as she corked the filled bottle of marecum, and her eyes widened in panic as she finally noticed that the combat mage lying on her couch was surging. With a shout of alarm, she ran for a potion shelf on the far wall, but you could already tell from how brightly the lieutenant's horn was glowing that she wouldn't get there and back quickly enough for it to matter before you'd all end up caught in the release of violent, unfocused energies. (In other words, a big magical boom.)

Muttering prayers to whatever passed for a deity in this crazy pony-verse, you took matters into your own hands, leaping on top of the surging mare and taking the top half of her horn into your mouth.

You felt the beginnings of something erupt from her horn, and everything went white.

With a pained groan, you slowly opened your bleary, unfocused eyes. Everything hurt, yet for some reason you felt...invigorated. The confusing mix of sensations going through your body was put to the sidelines as you sat up from your prone position on the floor and focused on the image of complete devastation surrounding you.

Gelatinous, turquoise goo coated everything in a six-foot radius around Zecora's couch, and your throat felt tingly and raw. You could see twinkles of light from within the strange goo as it oozed off of surfaces, the occasional splat sounding as bits of it fell to the floor. Zecora laid unmoving against the far wall, buried underneath a potion shelf that had collapsed onto her after she'd, presumably, been flung into it.

Glimmerlance laid unconscious on the couch, although in considerably better shape; she appeared to be peacefully sleeping despite the sparkly slime coating her body. The bottle of marecum that Zecora had gathered lay shattered in a puddle next to her cauldron.

You felt a dull tingling from your crotch and glanced down, your jaw falling open in shock as your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Somehow, your already decently long length had grown to around a foot long and nearly a soda-can in diameter. You hesitantly reached down and prodded it with a finger, wincing and groaning as the sharp poking sensation that confirmed that yes, it was real, and no, you weren't dreaming. "Wh...what in the absolute fuck...?" You said breathlessly, staring at your prodigious new length.

You were startled from your trance as Zecora tapped you on the shoulder. She looked slightly bruised up, but otherwise none the worse for wear...aside from the mixture of various potions that had been splattered all over her, that is. "It seems that magical surge made you better than new; you clearly don't need my potions now, do you~?" Zecora commented huskily, hearts beginning to form in her eyes as she slowly stroked the base of your dick. "Even a zebra male would be hard-pressed, to have such length at their behest..." Her rhymes were getting increasingly lewder and less restrained, and you felt somewhat light-headed from the unhealthy amount of blood rushing to your stiffening, pulsing member. You wondered what was in those potions Zecora had gotten spilled all over herself, but knowing how things seemed to be going this week, you were sure every single one of them was something lewd.

She didn't seem intimidated at all by the comical, life-threatening size difference...it was reaching all the way to her chest at full erection...and if anything, she seemed even more turned on by it. Either the potions had completely addled her mind, or Zecora transcended Vapor's "size queen" status and went all the way to "size empress."

"Yo, dude, what the buck?" Glimmerlance groaned, rubbing the side of her aching head as she stared wide-eyed at your room-dominating pillar of flesh, any tiredness an afterthought in the face of your immense dick. "I knew I was pent up, but by the Sun, how hard did my horn blow? The whole place is covered!" She looked around in astonishment, grimacing as she lifted a foreleg from the couch. It came up with strings of magical mayonnaise clinging to it, a wet shplop sounding out as she jumped off the couch and onto the equally-covered floor.

Attempting to join in on the cock-worship Zecora was lavishing you with, she let out a startled yelp as one of her back hooves caught in a blob of goo, sending her tumbling facefirst into your plump balls. The impact was mercifully nowhere near as debilitatingly painful as you expected it to be, and you soon forgot about anything else entirely as Zecora began trying to fit the head of your soda-can-thick dick into her mouth, at the same time as Glimmer began lavishing your full, sensitive balls in an unending assault of licks and sucks. Your length pulsed and erupted a half-cup of pre all over itself and on Zecora's face, running down the dorsal vein of your new penis and directly into Glimmer's eager, greedy maw. The salty taste and dense, cloying musk that surrounded you sent the mares' heads spinning, causing their eyes to roll into the back of their skulls as they moaned, groaned, and mindlessly worshipped your unbelievably massive spire.

"Mmh...pop!...all your seed I must harvest...shlrp...to put my burning loins to rest~..." Zecora groaned out feverishly, between her attempts at making out with your cockslit. All pretense of extracting your seed for her potions had evidently flown out the window.

"Nuh uh, these huge buckin' balls are mmpf alllll mine, he's been wantin' to pound foals into my "fat fuckin' ass" ever since he met me~..." Glimmer said feverishly, wiggling her ass back and forth and causing her plump, round flanks to jiggle in front of you. "It was all I could do not to pin him down and wring some foals outta him on the way here~! Unhhh, buck, these smell so goooood~..." She growls, trailing off as she buries her face in your balls.

"Hold on a fuckin' second, will you, you crazy cock-hungry mares? God!" You growled, lifting them both away from your dick by the scruff of the neck and causing them to freeze, intimidated into inaction. "The only womb this new dick is claiming is Vapor's until further notice...got that~?"

The mares both nodded rapidly, and continued to lavish you in mindless affection the moment you released them. "I'm...mmf, fuck...glad we understand each other." You mutter, groaning in ecstasy as the two girls sandwich your dick in a tight hug, bouncing up and down and grinding their soft bellies onto your cock.

The two of them whimper as you wrap your arms around their waists and begin humping upward furiously, causing them to bounce aimlessly as strings of drool fly from their mouths. Glimmer's eyes roll into the back of her head and she squealed as her clit ground against your balls, the curled hairs teasing and stimulating her aching marehood; Zecora let out a deep, sensual moan from the stimulation, showing more restraint than the clearly-inexperienced guard.

The sounds of ecstasy were cut short as Zecora grabbed the back of Glimmer's head and mashed their lips together, beginning a heated make-out session over the head of your cock that sent you into a fresh bout of throbbing from the sight. Spurts of your pre splashed against their necks and faces, intensifying the mares' fervor as they occasionally broke the lip-lock to scoop up preseed from the other's body, adding it to their licentious lip-locking whenever they rejoined.

This erotic combination of sight, sound, and feeling left you helpless to resist your steadily building climax, and you swore you could hear an ominous rumbling sound as it approached. At first you thought you were imagining it, but when both mares glanced down at your swollen spire and shuddered in anticipation, you realized it definitely wasn't your imagination. "Oh, fuck...oh, fuck...ohfuck-" Your movements ground to a halt as you saw stars, the mares still slowly grinding their bellies on either side of you.

Both of them pointed their open muzzles at your cockhead as they felt the first of a series of bulges traveling up your length. Your vision went completely white as an inferno of pleasure overtook your senses, your thick, virile seed fountaining from your tip to completely coat both mares' upper bodies. A few seconds into the salvo, Glimmer grinned deviously as she grabbed the back of the zebra's mane and forced her mouth to engulf your spasming head and then the rest of you.

Zecora's eyes bugged out as streamers of your cum erupted from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, though her eyelids gradually lowered as your oversized organ traveled deeper and deeper into her. Your essence bulged out her neck and stomach obscenely as a lewd gulping sound dominated the room, your copiously orgasming dick filling up the shamaness like a striped eclair. Her face was a mix of orgasmic delirium and a burning lack of oxygen, eyes completely unfocused as her limbs twitched aimlessly. Zecora had officially checked out of Hotel Equus.

Glimmer finally relented once the other mare's stomach had bloated to the size of a basketball, wrenching her near-unconscious companion off of your cock with a grunt of exertion. Her jaw dropped in surprise as your orgasm continued on even further, blasting her directly in her open mouth as your cockhead popped out of Zecora's thoroughly abused maw and the thoroughly sated mare flopped onto her side.

Slamming her mouth closed after the first mouthful of your seed, Glimmer seemed to get a devious idea as her eyes twinkled with mischief, your own gaze dizzily locking with hers before she turned around, lifted her rear in the air, aimed your dick with her magic, and butt-slammed her big, puffy ponut directly onto your spit-slickened, still-erupting cock. Your hands clapped onto her huge cheeks, fingers sinking into her plush posterior as your magically-augmented dick thoroughly impaled the ambitious little horse.

"Ooh, BUCK! Pound my fat flanks full of your cum, dude~!" She squealed rapturously, slamming her ass reverse-cowgirl onto you and giving you a loud, lewd, unforgettable show as her ass clapped against your thrusting hips and ribbons of your unbelievable orgasm streamed out from her clenching ponut, pooling on your waist and between her cheeks. You could just barely see the edges of her bulging stomach extending out from either side of her.

You gave a loud groan as you bottomed out one last time in her ass, the final dregs of your orgasm being wrung out of you by her clenching, writhing depths as they took the last of your stamina with them. You slumped back onto the couch as Glimmer, still thoroughly connected, fell back with you, flopping against your chest as her. "...Sun, moon, n' stars! That was quite the rodeo...Where have you been all my life~?" She moaned, wiggling her hips and grinding your spent cock against her flooded walls, sending a shudder through both of you.

A loud shplop sounded out from your joining as your magical augmentations left you, uncorking the lake of seed you'd entombed within her depths and sending it flooding out of her, covering your crotch and the floor in front of the couch with a pool of your thick cum. A groan to your side informed you that Zecora had returned to consciousness just in time to see the mess you'd made of her home...not that it hadn't already been ruined by Glimmer's massive horngasm. "Oogh...One of the better meals I've had, the taste of your...unh...burp...essence is not all that bad~" The zebra groaned. "One with the horn, if your mind is not worn; please float the green potion to restore me to motion." She weakly gestured over to a potion bottle with an "E" label and a green substance on it. The bottle shakily lifted up in Glimmer's shimmering turquoise aura and floated over to Zecora, who caught it out of the air and downed the entire bottle in one go.

As if lightning had struck her, Zecora jolted off the couch and landed all four hooves on the floor. She nearly fell over when the inertia of her cum-belly caught up with her, but held firm with a rosy blush tinting her cheeks. "Ahh...Just the brew I needed to recover from getting seeded~...now, let's make some of those potions you needed." Eerie green flames rose to life under Zecora's cauldron as she trotted into her storage room.

The burbling of Zecora's cauldron, combined with the warm feelings of afterglow, lulled you and Glimmer into a peaceful drowsiness. You put one hand on her fluffy chest and another on the pudge you'd given her, as the two of you drifted off to sleep to the sounds of the shaman working her unique brand of magic.

Author's Note

Man, I hate getting sick. Especially right at the start of a semester. It just takes all your motivation to do anything and throws it right in the bin. Made this take a lot longer than I wanted it to.

The ideas I had for this chapter ended up being a lot more of a doozy than I planned, too, so it looks like it's gonna be 2 chapters for this "day." (Suppose it also fits better with the song title if it's split.)

Lemme know how I did writing Zecora! It was lots of fun interspersed with major brain-pain, which I'm guessing is the usual experience people have writing her. It didn't help my head congestion, that's for sure...

Hope y'all enjoyed the expansion to the plot...among the expansion of other things~!